#🥺🥺 poor little babyyyyy

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Mer Suguru trying on human clothes. Since he's been naked for most his life he has no idea why land people even have these things, but they look kinda pretty...

oooooOOOH i think he. denies it for a while 😭 reader is like would you consider putting this hoodie on when you’re chilling on my couch (bc they get flustered seeing his bare chest all the time but that’s besides the point) and he’s like. No. 😇 cope and seethe.

….. but then eventually gets around to wearing some lighter stuff. i think he’d hate warm and cozy fabrics but some good ol’ silk???? hell yeah. he still prefers going naked against everything else but if he HAS to he doesn’t mind you dolling him up with silks and jewels. maybe one time he needs to hide his tail because your friend comes over and he puts on a long, flowy dress. something like that :3

[sirenlulls]

feels like ➞ e. hewson

pairing — elijah hewson x fem!reader (gracie abrams fc)

fic type — social media au

met you at the right time. this is what it feels like!

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[pinkanonwrites]

May i request nsfw hcs for heartslabyul iniciating like the ones you did for savanaclaw? With sub male reader or gn (to include everyone) please 🥺

Since these will be more about the guy's approaches than the reader's response, I decided to leave the reader as gender-neutral as possible. Hope that's alright!

Original post here!

NSFW Below the cut!

Oh my poor, painfully repressed Riddle. He has a lot of ingrained shame and guilt he has to get over before even being remotely comfortable being intimate with you. And even then, he's terribly awkward about initiating anything at all. He worries about being too needy, too much, and is rarely able to get the actual words out without dancing around his intent. Hope you're good at reading his expressions!

"I would- I would like, If you are available, of course, for us to perhaps... have some time to ourselves this evening? Only should your schedule permit, mind you. Though I would certainly... Enjoy it."

Trey is Mr. Smooth Operator compared to his childhood friend Riddle. If you're together he's already gotten long past the point of feeling comfortable flirting with and teasing you, and is willing to do it obviously and often. He likes to rope you into baking with him just so he can tuck his chin into your shoulder, rest his hands on your hips and blow on your ear to watch you shiver.

"Hmm?" He'll chuckle, acting oh-so-unaware of the effect he has on you. "Oh, I'm being distracting? Maybe you just have something else in mind you'd rather be doing, don't you?"

If it weren't for Ace being a member of Heartslabyul, Cater would be the most painfully obvious about his desire for you in the entire house. For someone who's mastered the art of concealing his true emotions, he sure isn't keeping any of them on the inside with his dirty texts and teasing remarks.

"Babyyyyy, you sure you have to head home tonight? We could always head to my place, watch a movie... Maybe get up to a little something-something?" He positively beams when you snort out a laugh, covering your face so he can't see how much he amuses you with his stupid come-ons and his eyebrow waggling.

100% Horny, 0% Tact. If Ace wants your touch, your mouth, your attention, you're gonna know about it. He has little to no shame about this kind of thing, and frankly he doesn't see why he should if the two of you are partners. He's also very handsy, so get used to getting felt up quite a bit.

"C'mooooon! You've been working on that all day!" He'll whine as he wraps his arms around your waist and barrels the two of you into the mattress with a cheeky grin. "What, you want me to beg for it? What if I make it real simple. You, me, we fuck now? Hm?"

Equal amount of horny as Ace, slightly more embarrassment about it. He wants you and he knows he wants you , and you probably already know he wants you too judging by just how wound-up he is. But every time he tries to steer things suavely in the right direction he feels like he's gonna choke on his own tongue. He'll usually end up hovering needily around you, being clingy and touchy without ever being able to properly use his words.

"Ah! S-Sorry!" He didn't even realize his hands were wandering further and further up your shirt while cuddling until you let out a soft chuckle, his fingers leaving ticklish trails along your sides. He's red up to the tips of his ears, but his hands don't retreat right away, not yet. "I'll stop! If, uh, if you want me to, I mean. Unless you don't want me to, then... Then I won't."

[castlebyersafterdark]

https://www.tumblr.com/furimmer96arts/760721800116174848/the-heart

There must be something in the water these past couple of weeks because all the byler fanart has been incredible??

Allow me to be vulnerable a second and say I may have whimpered a little opening that link because what a perfect paladin Mike. THEN there's the pining, defeated, devastatingly in love Will who just created his masterpiece, godddd my heart 💔 Ow. My poor babyyyyy 🥺 That's Will's hero and how he sees him...

The fanart has been ON. POINT. ASTOUNDING. Lately and I love this fandom's creativity and talent so much !!!!

[cherry-velvet-skies]

Welcome back to another installment of Rating Beatle Eras By What They Looked Like! (Still kinda working on the title 😅)

Part 2: Ringo 🥰 Now our sweet bby Bongo has had many eras so let's get right into it 😁

Stormy Hurricane (Pre-Beatles Era)

Now I will say out of all the Beatles, Ringo definitely looked the best in the Teddy Era

The bit of facial hair he has paired with that sleek silver streak is totally working for him

Plus I see that he knew rings were going to be his theme from the very beginning

7/10 we're starting off pretty strong here and I hope it stays that way lol

Tough Guy Attitude (1962)

Honestly still giving Teddy Era vibes even though he looks completely different

Ringo had baby bangs before they were cool

I know the outfit is kinda basic but he looks fabulous anyway

8/10 nothing too extravagant but he's still handsome regardless

Aspiring CEO of a Hairdressing Franchise (1963-64)

The Mop Top has officially emerged

I feel like if he wasn't a musician the hairdresser thing would've totally worked out

The look is softer than the previous two eras and I feel like that suits him better

8/10 again because even though it's a simple look he still rocks it

Human Sacrifice (1965-66)

I know y'all thought this hairstyle was atrocious but I gotta be honest it's not THAT bad

Like in the Help! movie I thought he looked really cute, and in '66 his hair is the same just longer

I will agree though that the whole longer sideburns thing did very little to help this look lmao

8.5/10 and I know that's a high score but he looks adorable and I will stand by that

Master's Degree From Fashion School (1967)

No because I love this. I used to not like it but now I love it

This era didn't feel like Ringo to me at first which is why I didn't like it, but now I see how he embodies it and I'm so into it

This photo doesn't even need to be in color for me to know there are probably 17 different colors in that outfit and I fucking love that

10/10 and I also love that little pin he's wearing it's so sweet

Textbook Definition of Tareme (1968) (pls google tareme if you don't know what it means I don't know how to explain it)

RICHIEEEEE MY SWEET BABYYYYY 🥺💕

He officially entered Poor Little Meow Meow status when he looked like this and I will not accept criticism

I know I didn't choose a picture from it but the Mad Day Out photoshoot I'm- he looked so precious

1000/10 I want to hug and kiss him NOW 😤

Tumble Starker (1969)

AWOOGA (sorry)

Ringo's best era change my mind (you can't)

I know it looks super similar to the previous one but there is something different here. The last one was cute this is just sexy I mean we can't lie

37561239/10 this man could do anything he wants to me 🥴🥴🥴

500 BC Genetics (1970)

I'm- no. I'm sorry I can't.

Richie bby what were you thinking

He looks like he's wearing his hair and beard like a bicycle helmet

1/10 only because I like his outfit. The rest is unredeemable.

Jesus Impersonator (1971)

The hair is cool but I'm not liking the beard so much

His sense of style is still going strong but between the last era and this I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster

How does his hair grow so fast

5/10 I'm going right in the middle because I neither love nor hate this

Full Coverage (1972)

Well would you look at that the hair got better and the beard got worse

I swear he must secretly be one of those hair salon dolls where you press a button and their hair grows like ten inches in two seconds because HOW

I mean I'm sure it keeps his face warm so I guess that's a plus

6/10 I like it slightly more than Jesus Impersonator but not by much

That'll Be The Slay (1973)

This look had me twirling my hair and giggling like bro he's so fine omg 🥵

I usually don't like this hairstyle but it so works on him

Plus the star earrings are yoU KIDDING ME

100/10 also his character deserved SO MUCH BETTER IN THIS MOVIE I'M STILL MAD ABOUT IT 😤😤😤

Beard Redemption Arc (1974)

What a surprise the beard is back

But would you believe me if I said I liked it this time

It's like a combination of the last two eras and I think I've finally found a hair and beard combo I appreciate

7.5/10 a pretty damn good hair to beard ratio

The Rise of the Silver Streak (1975)

WE HAVE OUR FIRST DILF ERA Y'ALL

I know he had already been a Dad for several years at this point, but this is the first era to actually exude that dilf energy we all know and love

Also I know that the little silver streak in his hair can be seen in many previous eras as well but I feel like he really embraced it here idk

9/10 I'm really vibing with this one

Character Development (1976)

Why does every person who has such luscious hair have that one era where they decide to chop it all off

I mean if I remember correctly he was going through a lot during this time so maybe he just needed a drastic change or something

I do appreciate the silver streak being on FULL DISPLAY

4.5/10 not for me but I respect it

Ognir Rrats (1977-80)

I must say his fashion was on point during this time

A lot of these eras start to blend together after a while since they all look pretty similar lmao

But that doesn't mean that the quality factor goes away. He still manages to pull off most of them

8/10 and the Ognir Rrats movie lives in my brain rent free

YMCA (1981-82)

SEXY COP RINGO NATION RISE UP

Why does he look so good like this omg

I'm not even attracted to the cop uniform usually but I guess that's just the power of Ringo

9/10 this is my guilty pleasure Ringo era

*asdfmovie voice* I Like Trains (1983-86)

Even though I wasn't born yet when Ringo was the Thomas the Tank Engine narrator I somehow still remember hearing his voice when I watched it as a kid

Which is even wilder because he was the narrator for the UK version and I live in America

The conductor look does suit him though

8/10 because watching the show now and hearing him make little voices for all the different trains is top tier comedy

Commercial King (1987-88)

Ringo did more ad cameos in this era than I can count

I'm also confused about the commercials where he couldn't even actually try the product because of his food sensitivities (looking at you, Pizza Hut)

This era is similar to Rise of the Silver Streak, except a little less dilf and a little more "rockstar who wants to branch out and try new things"

8/10 and if you haven't seen the commercial he did for a Japanese sparkling apple juice company, I highly suggest you watch it it's hilarious 🤭

Volleyball Player Braids (1989)

You either get the title or you don't there's no in between

These little braids both suited him and looked very out of place

At least his hair was long enough again to the point where he could braid it

7/10 not my favorite, but he looked good and he knew it too

Experimentation (1990-92)

This is pretty much his default look at this point but the title does have a purpose

He had a mullet briefly in '91 and then promptly got rid of it lmao

Something tells me he made the right choice because despite not choosing a photo of it, it honestly didn't look that great

7/10 I respect him for not only experimenting but acknowledging when something is not working for him

Classic Rock Chic (1993-96)

When I tell you this look goes SO HARD 🥵

He IS a rockstar and is making sure everyone is gonna know it

I know he looked like this for about four years but I wish it lasted longer. This look peaked in '95 and there was nothing else like it 😌

25/10 I feel like I have to file this under the dilf category because I'm too attracted to it for it to be anything else 🤭💕

Fountain of Youth (1997-2020)

I am not joking when I say that he looked EXACTLY the same for TWENTY-THREE YEARS STRAIGHT

He cut his hair short again in '97 and then said fuck it we're staying like this

I do think it's funny how he had so many different eras when he was younger and once he entered his sixties he just found one he liked and stuck with it

5.5/10 I guess the short hair suits him but I'm just admiring the fact that he wanted something more low maintenance as he got older lol

All-Starr (2021-Present Day)

His hair is longer again and honestly I think he looks great

I love that the earrings and ombre sunglasses have not left since the 70s/80s because I absolutely love them

The peace sign necklace is also a serve and I'm not ashamed to say that he is the reason I bought one that looks exactly like it 🤭

8.5/10 he's really just adopted that rich guy aesthetic where he either dresses so cool it makes him look thirty years younger or he just wears tracksuits 90% of the time and honestly I love that for him 😌💕

[milla-frenchy]

The cutest couple ever is baaaaack with this beautiful treat 😍❤️

Your sweet Tim.  Currently snoring peacefully with his face buried in your pillow, his own pillow long abandoned on the far side of the bed in favour of migrating towards the warmth and sweet scent of yours while you both slept.

Babyyyyy 😍 but for real, do you imagine waking up to that vision? Because I DO and holy fuck what a dream 😍

With a level of difficulty that recalls Hercules’ Twelve Labours,

😂😂😂

“Can’t sleep without you,” he mumbles, still half unconscious.

Awww 🥺🥺

“How did you used to sleep before you met me?” Tim shrugs, “Didn’t sleep.”  His answer is flippant with no real substance to it, but you suspect there is some degree of truth behind the words.  Your heart breaks a little, ready to acquiesce to anything he asks of you – Tim deserves the world.

Poor baby 🫂

“Timothy!” A pair of guilty eyes, partially hidden behind Tim’s reading glasses, flit up and meet yours – caught in the act of reading your book instead of sleeping, Tim smiles sheepishly at you,

The full first name made me giggle, and then please.... he's just too cute 😄

They're perfect, and I love how they love and take care of each other 🥹❤️

And I love your Tim so much, that I always think about him when I see a Tim pic or gif, now 😘

This is your Tim (well, Shutterbug's Tim 😌) And he's absolutely gorgeous 😍😍😍

Until Noon

1.1K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: You make Tim go back to bed.

Warnings: None – all fluff!  Soft and Sleepy!Tim.  Established relationship. Nicknames per usual (Shutterbug, baby).

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reads The Rockford Portfolio – I appreciate it so much! 😭 As always, each story can be read alone, but this one can follow At First Light (or Skittles, or just any night where Tim comes to you after working late/overnight).

Photography inspired dividers by @saradika-graphics💕 / Series Masterlist

The bright sun streams into your bedroom harsh and unforgiving, causing you to squint your eyes open.  Instinctively, your body attempts to shift away from the offending light, but you seem to be restrained by a heavy, immovable arm that drapes across your chest.  As your sleepy fog starts to lift, you smile when you look back and see the handsome man to which said arm is attached.  Your sweet Tim.  Currently snoring peacefully with his face buried in your pillow, his own pillow long abandoned on the far side of the bed in favour of migrating towards the warmth and sweet scent of yours while you both slept.

His soft purrs, indicative of his deep slumber, warm your heart.  If anyone deserves uninterrupted, restful sleep, it’s Detective Tim Rockford; you’re so immensely proud of how dedicated he is to his work and the way the LAPD finds him indispensable.  But while Tim is more than competent at a great many things, one thing he does not have within his impressive skill set is the ability to refuse a call to duty.  Even Tim would concede that he sometimes worked too much; on more than one occasion, his sense of honour and incredible work ethic has pulled him from the safety of your bed at an ungodly hour, or returned him to you physically tired and mentally drained.  Oftentimes, both.

You’re going to make sure Tim gets the rest he needs today.

With a level of difficulty that recalls Hercules’ Twelve Labours, you very gently you lift Tim’s arm, heavy with sleep, off your body without disturbing him.  Finally able to slide out of bed, you close the blinds so that the room once again darkens; though a poor approximation of the night’s shadow, it will have to do – at the very least, it will be easier for Tim to catch up on his sleep without the cheery morning sun threatening to stun him awake.

Eventually padding into the kitchen after having freshened up and pulled on one of Tim’s favourite t-shirts, you get to work – you think you’ll make both of you some breakfast, then read your book while waiting for Tim to awaken.  Scratch that - you’re not going to make him breakfast.  You’re going to make him lunch - doing what you can to manifest Tim not getting up for a few more hours at least.

Humming to yourself, you finish all your prep for the two meals and have just cracked an egg into the pan when you hear a heavy shuffling of feet behind you and the low deep yawn of one very exhausted Detective Tim Rockford.

“Morning, Shutterb-,” he croaks, cut off by another yawn climbing over his words.

“Tim, baby,” you go to your hardworking boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head onto your shoulder; though you rub his back soothingly, your tone is disapproving, “You should be sleeping, Detective.”

“Can’t sleep without you,” he mumbles, still half unconscious.

“Awwww… poor baby,” you soften when you feel Tim drop the weight of his fatigue onto you; his hulking frame is overwhelming, but you do what you can support him.  Chuckling, you run your hands through his soft curls, massaging soft circles into his scalp with your fingers; your heart sings a little when you hear him groan in satisfaction, “How did you used to sleep before you met me?”

Tim shrugs, “Didn’t sleep.”  His answer is flippant with no real substance to it, but you suspect there is some degree of truth behind the words.  Your heart breaks a little, ready to acquiesce to anything he asks of you – Tim deserves the world.

“Okay, Detective.  Tell you what, this is what we’re going to do: you’re going to go back to bed right now,” at this Tim starts to grunt in protest, but you stop him with a kindly but firm tut from the back of your throat.

“I’m going to finish making my breakfast and get some things together for your lunch.  Then I’ll bring my breakfast and coffee to bed and read while you sleep next to me.  But,” you crouch down so that Tim is forced to look you in the eye, “you have to promise to sleep until noon.”

“And you’ll stay in bed with me the whole time?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Then I promise, Shutterbug.”

You give your book to Tim and send him off with a loving kiss to his lips and a gentle push in the direction of the bedroom; watching as he lumbers down the hall slowly.

When you finally make it back to the bedroom, steaming cup of coffee in one hand and plated breakfast sandwich in the other, you expect to see your handsome detective conked out and invading your side of the bed as usual, but instead,

“Timothy!”

A pair of guilty eyes, partially hidden behind Tim’s reading glasses, flit up and meet yours – caught in the act of reading your book instead of sleeping, Tim smiles sheepishly at you, “I haven’t read this one yet, baby.” He holds up the Agatha Christie, as if to somehow blame the book for his mischief.  You place you breakfast on your bedside table and climb into bed before gently removing Tim’s glasses from his face and your book from his hand.  Putting these distractions down out of his reach, you then place your small hands on the rounds of Tim’s shoulders and deliberately push down so that he starts to sink back into a laying position.

You press a long, tender kiss to his lips, one so full of devotion and warmth that it induces Tim to close his eyes, all his muscles instantly relaxing as he melts into the mattress.  Satisfied, you coo, “Sleep, baby.”

Waiting until you’ve settled into a comfortable reading position, Tim wraps his arms around your leg and holds on like a koala, pressing his cheek into your softness of your hip.  With one hand you pick up your book, the other you lay gently on Tim’s back – lulling him towards dreamland by tracing delicate and calming patterns up and down his spine and neck.

Tim sighs a contented sigh and murmurs into your leg, “Thank you for taking care of me, Shutterbug.”

Before you can tell Tim that there’s nothing to thank you for, that you love doing things for him, you love him, and moreover, he gives you so much – making you feel so loved, appreciated, adored, the very least you can do is try to take care of him after he comes home from taking care of the whole city, you hear his breathing even and the unmistakeable sound of Detective Rockford finally snoozing peacefully.

Gazing down at the man you love, part of you wishes Tim could always be like this: soft, safe, unguarded - but then he wouldn’t be the noble man you adore. What you can do is sit sentry by your detective’s side, protecting his respite from the big bad outside these walls for as long as you’re allowed to have him like this - until noon at least.

“Sweet dreams, Detective Rockford.” 

[justablah56]

anyways taylor mumbles that he's fine and then he starts tipping over again so link picks him up again and he is So out of it so link puts him on the bed in the guest room and it takes a few seconds for taylor to become fully lucid again but when he does he. freaks the fuck out.

like. he fainted and he doesn't know why and he's a little survivalist kiddo so he should have been able to prevent that somehow right??? also he doesn't know why it happened and he woke up in a different room and he's supposed to be aware of his surroundings at all times ????? so ????????? what happened why is this happening fuck fuck fuck etc. etc. etc.

he has a panic attack.

ahwjsj poor babyyyyy , 🥺 he doesn't know what happened and now he's blaming himself for fainting and he doesn't know how he got there and 🥺🥺

[loosesodamarble]

Johan time~!

Johan is a cute, unique little existence. It would make sense for humans to not understand him and treat him differently. Although that is sad to imagine… 🥺😭 But at least his friends among the Bulls are there for him! 👏 And then Nacht... Really? You're going to be weird around your little baby nephew? My man... You keep goofing up like this. 😆

Aaaaaaawwwwwww~! Our little devil child can fly off for his own little adventures! Babyyyyy! Don't run off on your own, Johan! Let the grown ups know! And Heinrich being so happy to have his son around! 😭💖

Oh? People tried to harm Johan when he went out to town for the first time? Who do they think they are to harm a little child? 😠 At least Nacht was there to protect Johan. It's good that they're close enough for that. Nacht's awkward but he's there for his family! 😤 I hope Johan wasn't made too scared of strangers from that incident though.

Johan's rebellious phase. Oh boy! And he's got his grimoire at that point (if a mostly devil being can get a grimoire... 🤔) so he's even more trouble!

Favorite line from this post: “try to keep a supreme devil teen at home, good luck.” Nahcidjebcuosn! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Daaaaawww~! Faust friendship with the Yami family persists in the next generation! 👏 I’m glad Johan’s got a friend and it makes sense for it to be a kid of Yami. 👍

First kiss is a drunk kiss. With your bff. Oh. Oh boy... 👀🍿🍵 Don't mind me... I'm just here... To make sure things don't go horribly wrong. Johan boy, there's no need to kick Haru's butt to make him keep the secret! And don't use your magic on him! 😆

KALHEGIALETATLIUH! Heinrich apologizes for Johan and Haru drunkenly kissing?! KHaieuthaklsjthiu! I guess he's being polite and cautious. But still!

Yami. Dude, come on. You gave Johan a pregnancy scare! Okay, Johan can't get pregnant but he knows he's abnormal and thus it would lead to him being concerned! It's ultimately funny but kajhfaiurht! I can't help but feel bad because Johan was made to worry at all! The poor young man! Heinrich being there to put Johan's worries to rest is very nice. We love to see a child reach out to their parent for help. 💖

WAAAAAHH! Johans life isn't normal but he's happy! That's what it comes down to, doesn't it? Happiness can be normal or strange or even devilish!

Johan Faust chapter 1

Johan is not a norm child and he know it there he doesn’t looks like of the most of people his papa tell him this most of people are not nice if then don’t know sompfing different this is why he live in the forest whit he’s big Family he love he’s big Family

As johan whas a little child did he see this Nacht look’s at him like he don’t know how too look at him but at time it’s gotten better

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As Johan whas four

Heinrich: don’t fly of little man your getting my a heart attack“say he concerned

Johan: sorry papa but there whas I big flap flap!!!(bird)

Heinrich:Johan…..if your see something interesting say someone wo you go and if your ask can I ore someone else go ore fly whit you

Johan : yes papa !“ smile

Heinrich: na come auntie charmy make food four us we don’t want this it’s getting cold „smile

Johan: yes papa !!! „Run of

Heinrich:……

Heinrich: I’m happy this he survived as long he can whit my……….

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As Johan whas 12 years old he whas allowed to go in the city ok he did learn why his Father whas so how he is…….. Onkel Nacht did help him as some try too harm him after this they have one of he’s clothes moments he did cry a lot as Onkel Nacht hold him

And Onkel Yami whas really mad abaut this and the other

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As Johan whas 16 years old

Johan have he’s rebellious fase what is baisicly thes he go away in the dark and have fun wo god know but he explored some stuff like dungeon’s ore the city ore have fun whit he’s friends

Heinrich whas not happy abaut this not at all but try too cep a supreme devil teen at Home good luck

But it’s happened this Johan whas drinking whit he’s best friend Haru ( yami’s and charlottes son)

What end this they kissed in drunken state oh boy this whas so aquat after this not too tell it’s whas Johan first kiss and good lort he whas mad and have drop kick Haru four this and use he’s illness magic on him not too tell this the adults whas mad at him and as they asked why he did it year

Heinrich don’t know what too say it’s cute but year it’s yami’s and charlottes child and Heinrich did say a lot sorry and gave Charlotte yami and Haru we are sorry presents

And yami whas what ever as long your don’t get’s someone pregnant it’s fine too haru and take the presents

But then came the fear too Johan can he get pregnant? He mean he’s parents are both male and they are he’s biology parents too be honest he is Born out of Blood Magic and he’s body is not Normal it’s looks female in some parts…….so year he will not have a fuc€ whit someone male right now…

Johan: papa can I ask your something

Heinrich: sure my child“smile

Johan: can I get pregnant?

Heinrich:?!

Heinrich: as fare I know no My child why your ask ?“ smile aquat

Johan: nun my body look’s quiet female and I’m a blood Magic child wo say this I have the same biology as your all?

Heinrich: „Hust“hust“ how I tell your this your have some female organs but your are mostly male and as fare I know your can’t be pregnant my child your are a Hermaphrodit my child but you have more testosterone my dear so your can’t be pregnant

Johan: oh thanks god thanks papa

Heinrich: sure my child? If you have more too ask you can come too my

Johan: sicher papa ich liebe dich ich gehe dan jest mal (sure papa I love you I go then now)

Yes Johan have not a Norm live even not in the begin but he is happy

[loki-hargreeves]

Me after reading this fic

I'm obsessed with the way you write angst!!!! It gives me the tingles that hurt but I also love it.

Poor Marc. He deserves all the love 🥺💚💚💚 I want to moan his name again and again and again...

And Steven downing his drink?? My babyyyyy I felt so bad for him. Steven feeling bad in any way breaks my little heart.

As always, it's bloody fantastic. You're a genius when it comes to words and storytelling!!

I want to take care of both of them now and make sure they're not too hungover. My boys ❤️

If you could make a fanfic where the reader is fond of Steven but not that much of marc ... The two moon boys likes the reader and include Jake if you want upto you! But happy ending for all of them !

Here you go! Hope this is what you wanted <3 (I'm sorry for the delay)

TAGS AND WARNINGS - +18, Minors DNI, no smut but mentions of sex/sexual themes, angst, fluff, no beta-read, no Jake this time (sorry)

PAIRINGS - Steven Grant x fem!reader ; Marc Spector x fem!reader ;

WORD COUNT - 2.9K

SUMMARY - Guilt is eating Steven alive because you won't let Marc love you the way you let Steven. But sometimes mixing guilt with alcohol is enough to fix things.

HIS NAME

Marc's watching. Just watching.

As a matter of fact, he's been watching all night. He watched when you and Steven were invited to go for drinks after work, he watched when Steven agreed to go to your apartment because you needed to get changed and you had some clothes he could use too, and he definitely watched as you got out of the shower with round drops of water still falling from the ends of your hair and into your back, collarbones and shoulders. He also just watched when Steven followed you into your room.

These days, it feels like that's the only thing he does; watching.

Marc's so ahead in the headspace, so painfully conscious, that if his body wasn't moving without his orders and his vocal cords weren't talking without his words, he would be sure he was fronting.

He isn't, though. Yet Marc can not only watch but also smell and hear and taste. He hates it, because Steven has no idea how to drink alcohol and he mixes everything with anything and now his breath smells of gin while his mouth tastes sickly sweet. When Steven drags the body from the dance floor to their table in the reserved area, Marc can feel the vibration of the music on the table.

He knows he's whining, but he's not eighteen anymore and he already left his crazy partying years behind. The music is bothering him. It's so loud that he can hardly hear his own thoughts.

With a blurry eyesight, Steven picks up his glass from the table.

Stop drinking so much, Steven, he says. You'll throw-

"Oh, shut it," Steven tries to mutter but he is actually talking louder than he thinks. His words come out slurred. "Let me have some fun with my girlfriend."

It hurts. It hurts so much that he wonders if Steven can feel the sharp pain of an invisible knife slicing his throat open. Marc hopes he doesn't, but of course he does. Even if he couldn't sense him, Steven is smart enough —although not sober enough to help it, apparently— to know that his words have hurt Marc, deeply.

"I'm sorry."

But it's too late. Marc's silent, his lips sealed with painful stitches that he wouldn't be able to get rid of even if he wanted. Both of them know Marc won't say a single word for the rest of the night.

Steven frowns, concern dying his expression. He's been trying not to think about the situation between you and Marc for a while now, but it's getting harder and harder to ignore.

Steven looks at the glass in his hand. It's almost full, but even then, he takes it to his lips and empties the contents into his stomach; ignoring the painful burn in his throat.

It's not enough, though. He wants to forget. He wants his consciousness to just shut the fuck up.

He staggers between people, weaving his way through bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat, and clothes that fit too tight. He needs to get to the spot where you're still dancing in that cute and sexy —somehow it's both, even if Steven doesn't understand quite how— little black dress. Once he gets there, he doesn't even have to touch you. You see him and your eyes light up like bulbs, as if you hadn't seen him in years instead of seconds. Your arms reach out for him, they surround him and force him closer. He can smell your perfume.

Marc can, too.

His whole body feels wobbly as he follows your lead. Steven's hands instinctively fall on your hips, moving to the rhythm of the music. He closes his eyes. He feels the music. He lets himself go. He lets all the worries go. Steven focuses on your smell and your touch and the music that moves both your bodies back and forth as if washed by the waves in the open sea.

Your fingers get knotted in his hair and before he can moan, you're drowning his sounds with your own lips and tongue. You kiss him as if you've never kissed him before, as if he would soon disappear. His wet and heavy tongue licks yours, and you savour the sweet taste of the soda in his mouth. One of his hands suddenly grabs your nape and there's no room or time to breathe as he chokes you with his kisses.

A flash of thought runs through your mind; your coworkers —many of them labelled as friends too— must be incredibly grossed out at the sight. Not because there's any sight not worth seeing, but because you've been making out with Steven longer than you've been dancing. And having in mind you've been on the dancefloor for the last hour and a haf, that's to say something.

"Steven..." you call his name, finally breaking away from the kiss.

"Yeah...?"

He rests his forehead against yours, not daring yet to open his eyes. His cheeks are flushed because of the alcohol and the kisses and the public setting that he's so not used to, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat that doesn't bother you not one tenth of what it should. His whole body is pressed against yours; and in that situation, it's really hard not to think about the big and obvious problem that you can feel against one of your thighs.

Steven never gets tired of you, never. He never gets tired of neither your body nor your intellect nor your persona. He likes to refer to your relationship as love at first sight, and just like love, everything else unfolded just as quickly. Despite dating for almost a year now, the intensity never wears off. You go at it like rabbits. And Steven enjoys it —maybe way too much—, that is, until the thought of Marc pops in his brain.

Steven is madly in love with you. Steven also knows Marc is just as madly in love, but you've never seemed to care about Marc as you cared about Steven. And as days go by, and Marc sees the wonderful life Steven has built for himself while he has nothing, no one at home waiting for him to come back, no one checking on him when he's sick... Well, let's say he doesn't find many reasons to front anymore.

Instead, Marc watches. He gets what he needs through Steven —no matter how fucked up that could sound, he can't be bothered to care at this point—. As long as he is conscious enough, Marc can feel your kisses on his own lips, the sweet smell of your perfume in his nose, your curves and edges under his open palms, your naked and warm body against him.

But when you moan, you say Steven's name and never his. That's the only thing that brings him out of his stupor in moments like those. He feels like he's been kicked in the stomach every time, but Marc prefers that having nothing.

Steven feels guilty. He's starting to feel sick because of the alcohol, but the more he thinks about Marc the sicker he gets, and the more he wants to drink. When Marc confessed that he was the host, Steven knew what that meant; he was supposed to protect Marc. Since that day, Steven felt a strong sense of protection towards him.

But now? Now he was being an arsehole and a coward and selfish and a piece of-

"Steven..."

Cold hands on his face are what bring him back into himself. Your cold hands. And he can't help but think that it should be Marc the one being drowned in kisses and not him.

Without Marc, he wouldn't even exist.

"Steven, what's wrong?"

Only then does he realize that he had been squeezing his eyes shut as hard as he could. As his body partially relaxes under your touch, his brain still spinning inside his skull like a blender, his face moves closer against your hand.

He looks into your eyes, but he knows what he will find before he does. Concern.

"Darling, are you alright?" you move closer, if that's even possible. Your other hand holds his back to keep him steady over his two feet. "Talk to me."

Steven shakes his head.

"I'm... Guess- I'm... bit dizzy," he says.

His eyesight is blurry around the edges, but even where it is not blurry, he can hardly process the image. Steven feels as if he was watching the world through a dirty mirror or an unfocused lens. Maybe both at the same time.

It almost feels as if he's being pulled back from the front.

"I told you not to drink that much," Marc says, his voice low like a whisper; as if he was trying to talk after not opening his mouth for a long while. Steven's not the only one who can feel the effects of alcohol in the body. "Breathe through it. It's okay."

Steven is so mesmerized that he can hardly process the fact that you are dragging him out of the place. The club has a few floors, so when you reach the back of the room, you push open one of the heavy emergency exits. Thankfully, there's a draught flowing through the flight of stairs. Even if no one is supposed to be there, the staff has left the windows open; and when you look at Steven you see him squinting at a couple making out in the corner of the staircase landing.

At the sound of the door slamming shut behind you, both of them jump in fear.

"Sorry, we won't bother you," you say, taking Steven's hand and walking up to the next flight of stairs. Once you reach the big open window, you make him sit next to it, shutting it a little bit just to make sure he doesn't fall. "Just breathe, darling," you say when his head lulls to one side, now resting on the wall. You brush his hair back and he sighs relieved.

"Thank you," he says. His half-lidded eyes look at you with so much adoration that your heart hurts. "You're always so good to me."

You chuckle at his words.

"What you deserve."

He must feel very tired, because instead of his usual big smile, only one of the corners of his lips turn upwards, forming a crooked smile. Your fingers keep stroking his hair and massaging his skull, but he barely acknowledges it with a sigh.

His eyes barely open again, only half the way; and you have to squat to have him at eye level. He whispers.

"Why don't you like Marc?"

Steven, what the actual fuck?

He tries to ignore the angry American man inside his brain and focus on your reaction. He thinks that, maybe, if he can figure out why don't you like his alter, then he might be able to fix it. Maybe then he can make the two of you to get along, at least.

You squint in his direction, your lips forming a thin line.

"Did he ask you to say that?"

Thank you, Steven. Marc says, and even though the voice in his head sounds angry, Steven can feel Marc's dread in his own chest. He can feel the knot forming in his trachea, the way it gets harder to breathe. Marc would be really close to shedding a few tears if he was fronting, and that makes Steven even sadder.

"No, no. Not at all," he says, slowly, still slurring the words. "He's not here," he lies. "I just wanna understand..."

I don't know what you think you're doing but you need to stop this bullshit right now.

Your gaze softens, and that's how he knows you've swallowed the lie. Steven looks at you with puppy, restless eyes and a drunk —literally— expression. He keeps staring at you, waiting for an answer, and you keep brushing his hair out of his face and caressing his skin.

"Don't worry about that now, darling."

"Please," he begs, his eyes quickly flooding with tears. Half of them are his, half of them come from the helplessness Marc feels towards not being able to stop this whole scene.

A wrinkle appears between your brows as your expression turns into half concern, half sadness.

"I want to get to know him better," you say. "Steven, I love you. And I really like him too. But he doesn't seem to be interested. He's always hiding from me. At first, I tried, but he never seemed to reciprocate and at this point in my life, I'm done trying to run after people who don't put any type of effort into a relationship," you say. "I know how much you love him, and how much you want the three of us together but he is obviously not interested. And I'm sick and tired of trying."

Needless to say, Steven has his jaw on the ground. In fact, his lips are parted and he didn't even know. He watches as you bite your lower lip, trying not to look as defeated and hopeless as you are feeling right now. But Steven sees right through you.

"He's actually listening," the words escape his mouth, and he sees your eyes widen and your lips part as if you were about to scream. But he quickly tries to calm you. He grabs you by your shoulders and just the sudden determination in his eyes, the sudden clearness, makes you believe everything will be okay. "Listen, he feels the same way. He likes you. I'll let you talk to him, okay?"

Both Marc and you talk at the same time.

"No, Steven," you shake your head, panic quickly running through your veins before the idea of talking to him now about this.

Don't you fucking dare. Marc threatens, the same panic clouding his mind.

But before you can blink, before any of you can talk Steven out of it, he closes his eyes and he's gone.

You know Marc has the body before he even opens his eyes. You know it by the way his breathing pattern changes, his shoulders fall forwards, his expression becomes somber, more tired if that's even possible, the wrinkle between his brows deeper.

"Ugh..." is all he says.

He falls forward, and you grab him by the shoulders so he doesn't fall to the ground.

"Marc?"

After a split second of being a dead weight against your chest, and you positioning him back against the wall, he brings a hand to his forehead. He groans.

"Oh fuck. I told him not to drink this much."

He presses his fingers against his forehead, as if he could go through the skull and massage the muscle behind it. He squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can, trying to ride the waves of pain and nausea. He might throw up in a while.

But then you chuckle at his words. Your chuckle sounds shy and when he opens his eyes, he sees you covering your mouth. He wishes he had enough strength in his body to smack that hand out of your face.

"I told him that, too."

Marc squints in your direction. It's the only way in which he can properly look at your face while trying to isolate the image of your face from the static that surrounds his whole perception.

"I thought you couldn't stand me," he says, and he hates how vulnerable he feels, how the alcohol makes him sound like a five-year-old. "I thought you hated me."

"No, no," you bring both your hands to cup both his cheeks. "I'd never do that. I thought you didn't like me. I tried for us to get along... and get to know each other-

"I thought you would hurt Steven when he met you," he confessed, eyes seeming a little more focused. "I tried not to get too attached, but it obviously didn't work and when I tried to reach out to you, you didn't seem interested anymore; not even to be friends. I thought you hated me," his eyes quickly welled with tears and he tried to turn his head, get rid of your hands cupping his cheeks, all so that you wouldn't see him crying. "I fucked up. I'm sorry."

You shook your head, and looked for his eyes that kept running away from yours.

"Marc, look at me," you say. He shakes his head, but you insist and he, in the end, has to look in your direction. "We can start over, okay? Would you like that?"

With your thumbs, you wipe the tears from his cheeks. Marc nods, a sparkle of hope lightning up in the inside of both his pupils.

"I would love that," he says.

You smile, and he loves that, for the first time, he gets to see that smile directed at him. He can't help it, though. He doesn't know if this is the alcohol getting hold of his body or he himself lunging forwards. All he knows is that, before he can register it, his lips are gently brushing yours. He feels the taste of you on his own tongue, your shivering body under his own hands.

They get hooked on your waist like glue. He brings you closer, both chests collapsing against each other. He pulls away from the kiss just a split second, so he can slightly and gently tilt his head to the side, all so he can kiss you deeper. And he hears it.

A soft moan falls from your lips. It's his name.

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