#IM SOFT DONT LOOK AT MEEEE

[vibinsane]

actually this is how it'll be

@dawnbreakersgaze would be my snowflower

@rose-tinted-kalopsia would be my snowdrop

they are beloved wifeys and absolute angels

therefore... they are my snow angels.

[tittysuckersworld]

what if, hear me out, well never have sex soukoku animatic? eh eh?

[the-record]

omggg your lyric fics are killing meeee !!! your so talented <3 you should defo consider doing graceland too by phoebe bridgers (the ultimate sad yet peaceful lesbian lullaby that haunts my dreams)

graceland too

i didnt know if you wanted this with abby BUT if you wanted it with a different character i would be happy to make a new one :)

i love abs shes so ! this is not proofread!!

i do not use description for reader and the photos do not describe the reader !!

my masterlist

no longer a danger to herself or others she made up her mind and laced up her shoes

“go. just take him.”

light poured in through the curtains, just barely illuminating the room in the early morning. abby slept soundly on your chest, her head rising and falling with your body. you couldnt help but admire her.

she’d been through too much, but she was still perfect to you.

pretty brown lashes that fluttered every so often. soft lips you wanted to admire forever. her hair was starting to grow out and you made a mental note to trim it later so it would grow out evenly.

yelled down the hall but nobody answered so she walked outside without an excuse

her eyes fluttered open slowly, gradually adjusting to the light. you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

her eyes fluttered open slowly, gradually adjusting to the light. you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

“good morning sleepyhead,” you teased as she pulled you tighter. “you sleep okay?” she hummed as she nodded against you. “want some breakfast my love?”

“mmm, not yet.” she nosed her face into your neck.

“whatever you want.”

you ran your hand down her back, nails gently scratching as you went. she sighed and pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

she could do anything she wants to she could do whatever she wants to do she could go home, but she’s not going to...

“i could just lay here forever. how are you so comfortable?” you laughed, shaking abby’s head. “are you laughing at me?” she looked up at you, shocked, as you tried to hide the giggles. “oh my god, you are totally laughing at me! i’ll give you something to laugh about.”

you yelled out just as she gets her fingers in your sides, tickling you. “fuck off! abby stop, shit!” you laughed and tried to push her off, but to no avail. “abby please! im sorry!”

she let up, pulling you to her. “i know, i know.” she smiled, she couldn’t help it. “i love you, you know.”

“i know.” you nodded, leaning on her chest to look up at her. “im so proud of you. you’ve been through so much and look at you.”

so we spent what was left of our serotonin to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon

“all i did was survive. same as you.”

but you shook your head, sitting up to have this conversation.

“no, not you. manny, owen, mel... your dad. you’ve just, you’ve lost so much.” your hand cupped her cheek and abby gently gripped your wrist. “and then when ellie found you,” you took a breath. “fuck, i thought you died abby. you and lev, i thought you were dead. everyone else was and i couldn’t get you out of my head.” she followed the tear that tracked down your face.

“and then i stumbled across you and lev, and i just couldn’t believe it. i couldn’t believe you were alive.” you sniffed, throwing a smile her way. “and you didn’t even take a second to worry about yourself when we got here, just wanting to take care of lev and i.” you thumb rubbed her cheek gently.

said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor and i knew

“can i be honest?” you nodded, scooting closer to her. “i didnt think i was gonna make it. and, i dont think i cared if i died...” tears filled her eyes but she kept going. “and then, ellie was there. she helped me down, and i saw lev, and i knew i had to get out of there. i had to see you again.

“so i fought ellie, and i didnt give up. i had to help lev, and i had to know you were okay.” she smiled and leaned her forehead against yours. “and it was the one decision i don’t regret. im glad i made it out and back to you.”

she pressed a gentle kiss on your lips and pulled you close to her.

“glad to know you care about me.”

“oh my god lev, go fuck off!”

i would do anything you want me to i would do anything for you i would do anything, i would do anything whatever you want me to do, i will do

[ashtxeman]

WHY I LIKE GLASS JOE A LOT

I promised a lot of information about why I like Glass Joe so I wrote this in an hour with no plan, no proof reading, completely improvised. If I planned this it would probably be WAY longer lol but I'll spare you all the pain of that. SO. ENJOY MY REASONING.

Glass Joe. Glass Joseph. Fragile Joey. It’s a name that’s been uttered for centuries in many different forms, given many different explanations. Critics, theorists, philosophers alike have carved away at their lives trying to solve the answer to the universe's greatest question. And that is:

Glass Joe, good why?

I can answer that, absolutely.

HEY I LOVE GLASS JOE A LOT IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT ALREADY JUST GOTTA ESTABLISH THAT HAHAHA OKAY LETS GO. SHOUTOUT TO THE FUCKING RTGAME PUNCHOUT VIDEO YOU DID THIS TO ME.

POINT 1: HE IS HANDSOME.

I swear to God this man was hand-crafted by the hands of an incomprehensible deity because HOW is he this flawless. He’s 5’10, great height honestly I’m 5’3 I don’t want to be dating a skyscraper you know. He’s a skinny bastard but that’s okay, more on that later. His hair, oh my goodness gracious, lord above, help me Jesus. HIS HAIR. IS SO GOOD. If you put that skateboard ramp ass hairstyle on literally any other character they would look like a dumbass, but here, on this man alone, it’s the most delicately poised series of ginger strands I ever did see.

His hair looks SO soft. It’s unbelievable. It’s such a lovely shade of auburn with hints of burgundy. It must smell like cinnamon. He must take great care of it. A real Head and Shoulders, coconut oil, double wash kinda guy. A real bougie kinda guy. Yeah he’s not great physically in SPORT terms but in PUBLIC terms he’s absolutely stunning and stronger than anybody else. I wanna run my fingers through his silky locks so bad it’s insane and to understand this desire I’ll have to be strapped down and operated on. DONATE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE GO AHEAD. THEY NEED IT. 

Not to mention it is SO fun to draw. SO SO SO FUN. Maybe I’m just lucky it’s such a wacky and dynamic hairstyle it transfers quite well into my artstyle, but it’s so fun. It’s easy, it’s fast, it creates an absolutely iconic silhouette, I love colouring it because it’s so damn pretty and ginger/red is such a broad colour scheme that can be put into a gradient so well (i love doing gradients with hair cause i hate when its just a block of colour). Nobody could understand the sheer joy i get putting that dumbass ahoge between the bridge of his fringe and the rest of his hair. That little ‘ right at the top ITS SO FUN. i love him his hair is great.

His face. Carved like the works of the finest artest. He’s a canvas of quality that can rival Van Gogh, for god sake. He’s got the jawline of a man on a lifelong mewing streak, STOP IT HE’S SO GORGEOUS I CANT EVENNNN. He is seriously so good looking. His eyes, the little pink-tinted eyebags that show he doesn’t need sleep because he’s so hardcore on caffeine, his gorgeous big ol nose i wanna kiss so bad, his super dynamic chin i wanna kiss so bad, his face i wanna kiss so bad. I wanna kiss him so bad. He is genuinely such a beautiful man its stunning, im literally a lesbian but if they somehow brought glass joe into the real world looking exactly how he does in those GOD DAMN CUTSCENES OOOOO i’d be bisexual so fast it’s crazy. He’s just that great. He’s got that power. I love his nervous little grin and the little creases on his face, cause he’s OLD AND SENILE. He’s 38 for god sake he shouldn’t look this good and sure, you can see his age slipping in a little with the eyebags and the wrinkles but that only ADDS to how stupidly divine he is in appearance. Stop that handsome man officer!! He’s breaking the laws of BEAUTY. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE. MEEEE.

His fashion sense although odd (ive never actually seen anyone wearing red trousers) just works. It wouldnt work on anyone else but it works on HIM. this is a theme. THINGS DONT WORK ON OTHER PEOPLE BUT THEY WORK ON JOE HE’S SO COOL LIKE THAT. his turtleneck kills me its so good it highlights what little figure he has and it contrasts his red hair so well cause its a really deep blue. SIGH. i wish. I have a turtleneck thats exactly the same but let me tell you i dont even breath the same air of fashion that he breathes. He’s so far ahead of the game he’s on an entirely different runway. He is not gonna sashay away anytime soon. On a constant shante. Unstoppable.

POINT 2: HE EMBODIES HIS CULTURE WELL.

Cats out of the bag, joe is a french stereotype. But. and dont quote me here. I find it very admirable HOW he is a french stereotype. Because he kind of.. Isn’t? He uses the characteristics of that stereotype sure, but he doesn’t engage with them the same way an actual french stereotype would. He likes coffee, he likes bread, he loves France like its his child, sure. But he doesnt have a twirly moustache, he doesnt wear a beret, he doesnt galavant around in black and white mime clothing. Even if that would be funny yknow it just wouldnt be as good. 

His admiration of coffee and bread is so relatable cause hell, I LIKE BREAD AND CAFES AND STUFF! He needs that coffee to keep him going you dont understand. If he misses a dose of caffeine he’ll deflate like the pyramids did in despicable me 1. He’ll be a puddle on the floor, he’ll quite literally cease to exist. Coffee is his golden idol, his hand of midas, his treasure. He has great willpower (more on that later) but coffee is that secret weapon he uses to push him just a little bit further. Plus he just thinks it tastes good and is happy to express that, you cant blame the guy for that. A good drink is a good drink. Even though i dont like coffee he’s so happy with it i respect it. He makes things i dont like respectable. Thats whats so real to me. What a goat. As for bread, bread is just great. Baguettes are yum. All the french bread i know about is usually close to white bread and autism behold thats like the only bread i can bear to eat so its alright with me man. You can go to joes house and he will have one of those fancy bread cupboards. He’ll pull out baguettes like he’s at a renaissance fair and they have a sword shortage. He’s on the case. You will NOT leave his house on an empty stomach. Like a very caring grandma, he will get you fed with the most immaculate 5 star meal you ever did eat. French food is great and theres no doubt about that, thats why he loves FOOD. I TRUST HIM. HE KNOWS WHATS GOOD. if mr glass joe turned around to me and said ‘broken glass is good food��� you bet your ass id be smashing windows and munch munch crunching all day long. 

Maybe his admiration of his country is a little over the top to some. You know the french landmarks in the back of his cutscenes, the ‘vive le france’ and singing the national anthem. But no. i dont think its excessive, i think its passionate. This is undeniably a man that is SO passionate about his culture and the lifestyle he’s grown up around, he’s not afraid to express it to other people until they cant stand it anymore. He’ll take as many hits as he needs to in the name of france. He is an embodiment of everything endearing about being foreign, honestly. An extreme love for the things his country has: food, landmarks, fashion, language, culture. EVERYTHING IS ON HIS LIST. NOTHING IS LEFT OUT. HE LOVES FRANCE AND I LOVE HIM. YES SIR!! VIVE LE FRANCE!! YES!!! 

Also he single-handedly convinced me to start learning french. I seriously didnt care about it before but after i started to like him more and really get into punchout i downloaded duolingo and i still have a streak going AND im actually convinced to try hard in my french lessons and exams because yknow.. I want this fictional french guy to be proud of me. :] 

POINT 3: HE IS DETERMINED.

OHHHHHH BOY. okay right im gonna get inspirational here. Play some dramatic orchestral music or something. 

The thing about Glass Joe is that he never. Gives up. Never. There is nothing in the world you could do to this man that could possibly stop him from boxing. They call Kaiser a fighting machine but boy have they not seen Joe. once that man stepped into the ring for the first time, he’d found a second home, and i think thats evident. 100 times this man has fallen down, brushed it off and gotten right back up. He’s had hardships, ups, downs, tumbles, falls. But everytime, no matter what, he’s back on his feet and ready to try again. And there is something so admirable and inspirational about that kind of approach being written into a CHARACTER THAT IS MEANT TO BE A FRENCH STEREOTYPE. ‘GHHHH FRENCH PEOPLE ALWAYS SURRENDER ACSHUALLY’ SHUT UP!! NOT THIS ONE!! I like to think Joe’s motto is ‘never surrender’. Yes he’s a little self aware how ironic it is thats hes french and doing all this but shhh. He knows whats hes doing and he’s happy to do it. Because like ive said again and again, theres nothing that can stop him. 100 kos, 200 kos, 300, 400… you keep cranking that number up and he’ll keep cranking the punches. Keep those lights up, keep those gloves on, you knock Joe down and eventually, no matter how long it takes, he’s back for more.

Now dont misinterpret that, he’s not a masochist like aran ryan, no sir-ee. He doesnt enjoy losing, nobody does. But the thing is he pushes past that disappointment and those hardships because he knows that eventually, if he keeps on going, things are going to change. He knows that if he lays down the gloves and walks away, there’s no possibility of succeeding. You could drop Joe off on the other side of the world and just like that immortal snail, he’s gonna find a way back. Even if it takes forever. Cause he is weak but determined, he isn’t threatening but relentless, he is stoppable but unstoppable. Glass joe has the strongest will out of any character i know. Cause if any of my other favourites went through 100 whopping losses like he did, they’d retire on a tropical island and never interact with the world again. But not joe. Never joe. My king.

POINT 4: HE IS ENDEARING.

THIS GUY IS SO DAMN CHARMING IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI AND GLITTER AGHHHHH.

Come on. How can you look at his smile, his lovely little, subtle smile with those shy old eyes, and not immediately fall in love with him. He’s got some many little subtle things. Like the way his pupils dart around or his little sway back and forth when he’s knocked out or the way he bounds back and forth on his legs like an old-timey guy about to have a squabble. The way his mouth goes :0 so very subtly when he’s breathing. The way he always looks either shocked beyond repair, completely zooted or very confused. It’s all so perfect. IT’S ALL THESE THINGS THEY MAKE HIM BRILLIANT.

Im seriously looking for scraps here but i love finding meaning in otherwise meaningless things. I love analysing every detail until there is literally nothing else i could possibly say about it. He is perfect for this.

His fucking VOICE. OHHH MY GOD. it was so damn funny the very first time i heard his voice, because honestly it feels deliberate how they put his humble cutscenes before his first bit of dialogue so you expect this soft-spoken kinda light-voiced french guy only to be greeted with CHRISTIAN BERNARD’S DEEP ASS VOICE. OHHH KILL ME HE SOUNDS SO HANDSOME I WANNA SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND CRY WITH JOY. i wouldnt even mind if he was a soft-spoken light-voiced french guy but they really had to amp it up a little and give this lowly frenchman the most eloquent unnecessarily deep and silky voice ever. HE DIDNT NEED THAT. BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM THAT NINTENDO CAUSE ITS ONE OF HIS GREATEST QUALITIES. Plus french is just a really fun language to listen to. I could honestly sit listening to joe’s voicelines on repeat for hours on end and be fine with it. They’re so good. He’s so beautiful sounding. Its absolutely hilarious considering his voice in comparison to appearance. COME ON!!! AAHAHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAGHGHS I LOVE CHRISTIAN BERNARDS VOICE I WISH I COULD HEAR HIM SPEAK IN ENGLISH. I NEED MORE OF HIS VOICE. AGGGGGHHHHH. 

POINT 5: WHATEVER ELSE

I erm i erm i just wanna say i love joe so much. The way he’s constructed, appearance, personality, physicality, dialogue, culture inspiration, story. EVERYTHING about him is just so cool and fun to think about and in my head it all weaves perfectly together to create the best character in all of fiction. It has now been over 2 unapologetic years of me yapping on about this guy. Whether it be his canon self and the things he does or the fanon version of him thats ive sourced from other peoples awesome HC’s or forged from my own lore. Any excuse i get, i talk about joe. Because it is so utterly fun. Yeah, he’s not the only boxer i love!!! Not at all!! I have several other favourites persay, but on the punch-out tier list joe is so good he has his own category thats about 4 ranks higher than what S rank is. And that is deserved. 

He loves his culture, he never gives up, he’s arguably a weakling and an absolute screwup but he never lets that get in his way because of her persistent he is, he’s gorgeous, he’s cool, he’d be a great friend, dad, boyfriend, husband, EVERYTHING. He’s got a weird hairstyle and weird fashion sense but somehow he looks great with it. He beat NICK BRUISER CANONICALLY?!?! He’s french, he’s ginger, which in a joking sense makes him the worst but against all odds he is the best. The french are lucky to be represented by him because he’s so utterly and unapologetically awesome and cool and fun and nice and inspiring and all that jazz. There is not a single thing that could stray me away from the path of Joe. my lore for him is SO deep. My admiration for him is INFINITE. Ive read through his wiki a pagillion times. Ive beaten him over 80 times in-game simple because i like seeing him so much and.

Well. i have entire shrine dedicated to him. let me know if you wanna see that....

[pupyuj]

some isa thoughts?

my baby finally!!!!! isa is so precious to meeee ya'll dont even KNOW 🥺🥺

hmmmm yk so far a lot of things i've seen that are written about isa (and what i mean by "a lot of things" is like.. two bcs nobody writes abt the stayc girls dkhdfkks </3) depicts her as like a hard dom but me personally im a sub-leaning switch isa enthusiast 🤭🤭 and im talking like 90% sub and 10% dom, girlie is not rlly into that dom/top lifestyle 😭 she likes sitting and looking pretty for you that's all!!!!

as for the things she likes, she's pretty vanilla?? isa's a love maker for sureee :(( she just wants to hold you close while she's taking everything you're giving her :( and she loveslovesloves hearing you say "i love you" while doing it, or just praises n cute nicknames in general 🥺🥺 i think calling her a "bitch" or a "slut" would turn her off or upset her sjdhfjdkf cuz sex is such an intimate act for her, isa doesn't like hearing all those bad things from her angel girlfriend's mouth !!

but she's not at all 'boring' i promise!! isa definitely leans more toward the soft kinks side 👀👀

she definitely likes throatfucking or maybe i'm projecting :(( like kneeling down in front of you while you're gagging her with your fingers :(( her getting wet at the way you held her jaw open with ur one hand while the other is shoved down her throat,,, AND WHEN I SAY SHE LIKES SEEING YOU FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR FINGERS THAT ARE COVERED WITH HER SPIT... but maybe you're punishing her (for no reason other than bcs you find it fun ofc, isa could never do anything wrong!!) and you're telling her that she can't touch you until she figures out what she did wrong and say sorry :(( but poor baby has no fucking clue you're joking so she's crying, pouting and begging for you to fuck her instead of yourself, bcs she knows it's instant forgiveness the moment your fingers are knuckle deep inside her </3

i also feel like she really is just very traditional? like no toys whatsoever, just your fingers and your mouth is enough <33

she a cat fr tho cuz why is she always on ur lap??! there could be more than enough space on the couch but nope, isa truly believes that her only seat is ur lap <33 and ofc that leads to you opening up her legs and fucking her while you're watching a movie and she's whimpering and shaking trying to hold back her moans bcs you wanna know what's going on in the film </3

ngl i kinda ran out ideas halfway through so this is a bit bland compared to my other stuff 😣 im sorry isa my baby i'll do better next time 👀

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 10. drunk confessions

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none

word count ‼️1,043 / 1k wrds !!

yunjins apartment, 09:47 pm

the rest of the day was boring. from seven am till now, nothing eventful as happened, hyunjin wasnt even home so you decided to visit yunjin. honestly, you forgot about drinking till you saw rikis twt

“oh” how thoughtful it was for him to remind you,

10:06 pm — drinking w yunjin

“yunjiiinnnn, this isnt faiirr!!” you sulk, face is hot and sweaty from the soju. “that shouldve been meeee..”

“ynnn, what if shes his sister or something??” yunjin pats your hair, “its okay baby, we’ll ask him tomorrow”

“but i wanna talk to him now, we havent talked since yesterday” you can’t believe youre acting so soft for a Man..

“no ml, uve already had too much to drink” she snatched your phone out of your hands, and damn you wish you hadnt been so stubborn that night

quickly, you took your phone back from her grasps and opened imessage,,

🔍 search : my loser baby 🙈🙈 🎙️

riki didnt even realize he dropped everything he was doing just to come and take care of you,

“im so doomed..”

1:38 am

ding dong, the doorbell rang and yunjin went running to it

“thank god youre here, just go straight n take a right and she should be over there”

“alright, thank you.” he bowed as a sign of respect, “im riki, btw” reaching his hand out to the brown haired girl in front of him

“yunjin” they shake hands

whys he so sweaty… - yunjin

“ugh hes so pretty its so annoying.” you yelled from the room you were in, not realizing you were shouting “i cant keep pretending like i dont wanna kiss his plump ass lips when i see him..” you cried out, tears falling down your cheeks

“youre so dramatic, yn!” yunjin made sure u heard her, “why are you crying!?”

whos she talking abt ..? — riki

suddenly, you felt a hand lift your chin up, forcing you look up to riki with teary eyes. the sight tugged his heart strings, he cant bear to look at you like this. he took a seat beside u, and with a gentle touch, he reached out and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of romantic tension between you two

“stop crying, u look so ugly”

“…”

“why were u crying anyways”

“cause i fuckign hate you”

“wtf did i do”

“i hate you so much, u do all of this just to get my hopes up” you punch his chest

“what..?” rikis heart skipped a beat

“i dont even know how i liked you in the first place, youre such an ass to me.” what a blatant lie you just told, even he treated you better than most of your exes

“…”

“you make me jealous even though you arent mine,,”

“yn, youre drunk go home” yunjin cuts you off but was too late to save you from the embarrassment in the morning.

rikis car, 2:22 am

riki watched as you stumbled out of yunjins apartment, steps unsteady and words slurred. concerned, he approached you with caution

“yn, are you alright?” riki asked

you looked up at him, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. you giggled, swaying slightly as you tried to maintain your balance

“riki!” you exclaimed, voice overly enthusiastic. “i have something important to tell you!” the anger from earlier left your body

“yn, maybe its best if we wait until youre sober,” riki suggested gently, his voice filled with concern and nervousness

you pouted, your expression morphing from excitement to disappointment. you leaned closer to him, he can smell the alcohol from your breath

“why do u have to be so cute..” — riki

he sighed as his heartbeat raised, “lets get you home, and we can talk about this when you’re feeling better, alr?”

you nodded, eyes still filled with a mix of nothing and everything at the same time. riki guided you gently, supporting you as you walked into his car. the silence between you two felt heavy with tension, both aware of the awkwardness that hung in the air

your apartment, 2:48am

upon reaching your doorstep, riki helped u unlock the door. you stepped inside, and flopped down on the couch, head spinning from the alcohol

“hyunjin??” riki looked around the apartment for him, looking for someone to take care of you when he leaves, but he wasnt there “ig ill do it..” his ears turned red

riki gently led u to the bathroom to help u freshen up. with a warm washcloth, he began wiping away the remnants of the night, gently dabbing at your flushed cheeks and smoothing ur disheveled hair (niki husband material era😍)

with u cleaned up, he led u to the bedroom. he helped you settle under the covers, making sure you were comfortable. as he turned to leave, your hand shot out, gripping his tightly

“dont go,” you pleaded, voice vulnerable. “stay..”

riki paused, his heart fluttered at your touch and your words. he could sense the sincerity in your plea but he also knew you were drunk. like yunjin said, u werent able to think on your own yet

“i dont want to take advantage of you, yn” riki replied, his voice filled w concern. “youve had a lot to drink, ill be back in the morning dw”

your grip on his hand tightened, your eyes pleading him not to leave

“i know im drunk, riki,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “i have known ever since you washed my face. i dont want you to go, i need you here with me, please”

riki looked into your eyes, searching for sincerity and clarity amidst the haze of alcohol. in exchange, he saw the raw honesty and the fear of losing his presence.

“alr then,” riki conceded softly. “ill stay with you but we need to promise each other that we’ll talk abt this conversation when ure fully sober”

you nodded, relief washing over your features

as your breathing steadied, riki stayed by your side, hands intertwined. he watched over you, his presence offering solace in the midst of your vulnerability

“goodnight, yn” he whispered gently as he thought about everything

did u guys miss me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🩷🤍🩷

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[kanicrow]

solangelo but as taylor swift songs and i’m definitely right about all of these

just to note I made this before tsats came out

eyes open just listen bro it’s so 😭

bigger than the whole sky this one is more nico? it reminds me of nico and bianca don’t remember why i put it on this playlist but I must spread my nico bigger than the whole sky propaganda

evermore “In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you, It was real enough, to get me through”

labyrinth nicos perspective

jump then fall wills perspective! “everytime you shine I shine for you”!!!!

everything has changed again will perspective, just listen to it bro trust me i’m right

gold rush nicos perspective, TRUST MEEEE

the archer nicos perspective, WHO COULD EVER STAY???? OH MY GOD NICO IS SO ARCHER CODED

after glow tsats tartarus bits

innocent just reminds me of will in tsats LISTEN TO THE LYRICS

the great war TOA solangelo

state of grace and I neverrrrrr saaawww yoouuuu cominghggg and illll neverrrr beeee thheeeee saaaammeeee

call it what you want skull ring necklace eheheh, “my baby’s fit like a daydream” hehehe

you are in love it’s soft, the boys 🫶🫶🫶 “THE CHAIN, ON YOUR NECK”

daylight “I once believed love would be (black and white) BUT ITS GOLDEN”

sweet nothing “They said the end is coming, Everyone's up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings”

paper rings idk it’s just fun

stay stay stay FUCKING TSATS I CANT FIND THE PAGE BUT THEY R FIGHTING AND I THINK WILL (?? might have been nico??? i dont remember) IS LIKE IM LOSING HIM????

ivy just TSATS theme song lmao

invisible string THEY LITERALLY SAY THERE IS AN INVISIBLE STRING CONNECTING THEM AGHHH

hey stephen CAUSE I CANT HELP IF YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGEL

[lilcowzia]

Question completely unrelated to feedism: I've started growing my hair out for the first time in my life (it's curly, not quite as curly as yours but it's gotten curlier as it's been growing for some reason), and I've gotten to a point where I'm realizing that this is much harder than I thought it would be and I have no clue how to make my hair look good. I still want to try to grow my hair long though, so I was wondering if you have any hair care advice? Your hair looks amazing and if I can get my hair to look half as good, I'll be happy haha

its kinda funny to ask me, considering i cut my hair to the length it is now bc having it long was legitimately getting to be unmanageable for meeee 😭 my hair type is very textured, like, sheep density textured curls, so im not sureee that any advice i have would work! but generally, my hair improved in curl definition a lot when i switched to weekly wash days instead of daily (this is one of those things rlly effected by texture), it again improved when i switched to using a wide tooth comb instead of a brush. when i had longer hair i would do twist outs (which is way to much work imo) but it does make your hair look nice lol i dont really have product recommendations since i still buy something different every time, but i use basic conditioner and shampoo, and i also use leave in conditioner (great for touch ups), and a lil soft hold gel

[gulliesforever]

okay so like. i dont know everyone elses top jamir moments but i will never SPECIFICALLY be able to get over Road Trip 3 when jake is like "i'll play again... how about four of clubs?"

first of all. the amount of LAYERS of care that is shown there. is insane. to me that represents the whole road trip arc's focus on jake accommodating/understanding amir's twisted and erratic emotional states. he is like. translating his emotions. its not just about the stupid card trick. secondly. IT'S THE SHOW NOT TELL FOR MEEEE. LIKE UGH!!!! love it when characters dont say i love you conventionally. i love it when its like. "i cant/wont say i love you. but this is what im saying here and we both know it". makes me sick.

AND THIRDLY.

WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS WAS. IM SORRY BUT??? WHY DID HE ACT IT LIKE THAT??? like. the look back up at him before he looks back at the cards???? THE SOFT LAUGH???? UNECESSARYILY TENDER FOR THE SCENE. how am i supposed to be normal !!

[stovetoast]

i know this is my art blog but i can do whatever i want. agents posting GO (WARNING THIS IS MESSY)

agent 3: lake. 19 (11 in splatoon 1), they/them

i dont have a lot on lake!!! they actually didnt get recruited at all, they just kinda... stumbled into the battlefield while the octavio fight was happening and insisted on sticking around afterwards because they had Way Too Much Energy. they dont really know a lot about their past before that, even less after oe. they now spend a lot of time researching turf game strategies (theyre not legally allowed to play because their special limiter is broken) and trying to push through the chronic fatigue. oh, and theyre in a qpr with 8.

personality . uhh basically lake likes to pretend theyre still silly but its Not working. they cant really speak above a certain volume either without it hurting. im so bad at describing personalities heeellllp hellllp help meeee helllllp

agent 4: mari(elle). 21 (15 in splatoon 2), any

the child of two splatlandian grizzco higher-ups! like... they work with the bear himself! they worked under the company at the inkopolis location for a while, including while the whole callie disappearing fiasco was happening, at least until the company got big enough where he could quit and her parents wouldnt notice. they didnt. cool! there may or may not be a reason that they didnt (wink) but i havent decided yet.

mari is kinda uhhhm. well. ive described it as theyre working on being silly without being mean. and hes been getting better :] + toni kensa fan oh heeeeelllllll no

agent 8: august/kass. 19 (13 in oe), he/him

oh god yeah i dont have a lot on him either. basically baby kass and baby lake met a few weeks before the Oe Incident and became fast friends. but then the metro happened and uhhhyeah you can imagine what happened to that. they both know they were close but dont really uh. actually i explained this better in another thing let me grab that.

"the key difference between a normal playthrough and this is that, not only did he run into agent 3 a few times in the metro, he… lost an eye when they were sanitized. the same eye, in fact. plus, his memories weren't entirely… restored, like how it i assume its implied to in oe. the contents of the mem cakes were merely evidence that there was a life before this, something to evoke feelings, and something to keep him going. that isn't his life anymore."

anyway. oe happens and now were here. present day kass is SILLY okay? but in the way that like. he dunks bread in pepsi and stares at mari (roommate) with the most blank face imaginable when they look at him weird. i dont know where im going with this hes just weird. he also has a strange fixation on death as a coping mechanism for the fact that his first memories are pretty much of zombies but hes respectful about it dw

new 3: clementine "kit"/patch. 16, it/its

basically it was forced to take on an unhealthy amount of schoolwork (+ a few extra years of school) because its parents live all the way in calamari county and didnt want it doing stupid shit. its primary guardian is its older sister, whos a lot nicer about this stuff yay! but yeah uhh splatoon 3 basically happens because it wanted to escape that. why it actually went in the manhole is up to interpretation .

through the nss bonanza business it made a friend, my friends oc ball :] together they are agent 6 and agent 9 (dubbed by lake because they knew itd get confusing) and theyre Siblings Yaaay. its smallfry friend (agent 3) is dubbed sen, short for baby sensory video, at least while kits learning their language. it doesnt know a lot about sen but is in the process of learning!!

its generally very quiet and soft-spoken to most people because of how it grew up, but in more of the ^_^ way ig??? despite that its also known to not have a sense of self preservation, again because of how it grew up. it goes out in the scorching hot desert for random junk. it ended up with severe facial scarring because it dove into danger so much in alterna. im describing this very badly im so sorry.

[feitanxo]

Introduction posttttt

WHATS UP ITS MEEEE

ok i’ll start by saying that i am one of the most chaotic people in the world jus ask my best friends.

i love reading like really really really really love it. if i dont read i will die.

this introduction will probably be long-

ok.

my favorite fandom is shadowhunters. I LOVE THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS SO MUCH

mangos.

Im so in love with Jace, he’s so perfection.

I also really love music, BUT THE ONLY MUSIC I LISTEN TO IS ABEL’S.

HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVORITE ABEL’S SONGS:

Or nah, king of the fall, reminder, call out my name, less than zero, curve, earned it, double fantasy, after hours, how do i make you love me, shameless, angel, scared to live, six feet under, hurricane, love me harder, wicked games, valerie, coming out strong, smile, snowchild, party monster, i feel it coming, thursday, over now, one right now, starboy, popular, die for you, creepin’, save your tears, out of time, K-POP, heartless, unfazed, dark times, in your eyes, power is power, can’t feel my face, sacrifice, i heard you’re married, moth to a flame, lust for life, one of the girls, the hills, false alarm, and more.

My favorite thing is to read while listen to his music.

well, its already obvious, but my favorite game is genshin impact. i play on asia server with the UID 870141767, pls add me i have no friends :(

CHILDE IS LOVE CHILDE IS LIFE IF I CAN’T HAVE CHILDE THERE’S NOTHING LEFT. MY LOVE, MY DARLING, MY HEART, MY EVERYTHING!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU!! I ADORE, AM IN LOVE, AM SMITTEN, HAVE A CRUSH ON, WANT YOU SO BAD IT PHYSICALLY HURTS, ADMIRE, APPRECIATE, AM CRAZY ABOUT, HARDCORE SIMP FOR, AM FOND OF, HOLD AFFECTIONS FOR, FEEL PASSION FOR, HAS A DEEP FEELING OF CLOSENESS FOR, AM ATTACHED TO, CHERISH THE MOST, DOTE ON THE MOST, CARE FOR, LUST FOR, AM DEVOTED TO, WORSHIP FOR, YEARN FOR, HAS A WEAKNESS FOR, IDOLIZE, TREASURE, AM ABSOLUTELY CRAZY FOR YOU!!!!! CHILDE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS. I WANT YOU SO BAD. YOURE MINE, AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN. I WANNA HAUL YOU ONTO MY BED AND CUDDLE YOU FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS AND YEARS. WHEN I GROW UP I AM DEFINITELY GONNA MARRY YOU. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, THE ONLY FLAME OF BRIGHTNESS IN MY DARKEST HOURS. YOU ARE PURE PERFECTION. THAT SILKY GINGER HAIR, TWINKLING BLUE EYES, AND THAT MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK..GOD, HOW COULD ANYONE NOT FALL FOR YOU?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TO THE POINT THAT ITS NOT EVEN CALLED SIMPING ANYMORE. IF YOU WERE REAL, I’D DEFINITELY MARRY YOU IN A HEARTBEAT. I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR YOU SO MUCH..IF I DONT HAVE A SIMPING SESSION OF YOU EVERYDAY I WOULD LITERALLY DIE. I HONESTLY JUST WISH YOU WERE A REAL PERSON IN THIS WORLD..SO THAT I COULD KISS YOU EVERYDAY. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE, MY MAIN. NOBODY WILL STEAL YOU FROM ME. I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH HIODNVIWNHFVWINVJIEFVHUIFSWHNUIEFVNHEVF..JUST LOOK AT THE PARAGRAPH I WROTE YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, YOU ARE THE MOST HANDSOME, ETHEREAL, PERFECT, FLAWLESS, EXCELLENT, BEAUTIFUL, ATTRACTIVE, PRETTY, LOVELY, WONDERFUL, CUTE, FANTASTIC, CHARMING, STUNNING, RAVISHING, DAZZLING, STRIKING, GLAMOROUS, AMAZING, ALLURING, OUTSTANDING, AWESOME, BRAVE, MAGNIFICENT, MIND-BLOWING, GOOD-LOOKING, EXQUISITE, FABULOUS, SWEET, THOUGHTFUL, PERSON I KNOW. PLEASE, JUST BE A REAL PERSON.

was that a bit much..? nah

i have more than 1000 fictional crushes but childe’s my lifelong favorite

i also play pjsk (ISTG MY SISTER TOLD ME TO PLAY) and my darling is toya <3

idk if it seems obvious but im oddly attracted to fictional males with blonde/red/ginger hair. (fuji, cale, jace, childe, etc)

i like reADING AO3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i spend 25 hours on ao3 a day lmao

my otp is zhongchi, capichi, malace, chiscara, and more

IM BI BTW IF YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW

aND I HAVE A HOPELESS CRUSH ON THIS DUDE WHO HAS LIKE 500.8K SUBS ON TIKTOK WHO IS IN MY SCHOOL AND IN THE GRADE ABOVE MINE. ITS COMPLICATED. AND IM ALSO IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND. IDK WHY

there’s so much drama (“trauma”) in my life (do yall get it?????)

i love creating chaos.

and i also love watching animee

my favorite anime is hunter x hunter cause feitan is hawt as hell (which is also my name btw)

im a FANBOY. IDC WHAT YOU GUYS SAY IM A FANBOY

my pronouns are he/him yeah

UhhHhHhBBYUGSYBGUX anyone wanna be friends???????????????

[slytherinlesbian3]

me after rushing to take a 5 minute shower so I can curl up in bed with this chapter only to see that it hasn't been uploaded yet

"Or what if you end up thinking that Wanda wasn't actually capable of dating girls?"

if I had reaction pics for the images I have in my head GIRLLL have you SEEN her fucking hands?? like, I get it, everyone knows I have a thing for hands, but those fingers are GAY

"Wanda's never had to really chase anyone before, and chasing you is probably the hardest thing she's doing, but if it works out, then it'll also be the best thing she's ever done."

🥹🥹🥹 this is. so sweet. knowing that effort might pay off aghhhhhh 🥹

"Wanda's heart is thudding painfully inside her chest. It pounds like it wants to jump out of her chest and into your hands, making a home in your warmth and softness."

AGHGHGHHHH MAKING A HOME IN AGGGHHGGH

oh they're just. oh. I see. they are doing the naughty naughty!!!

"I think I've always been yours" has to be one of the most used lines in romance but it still brings me to my knees EVERY SINGLE TIME. like, god, yes I belong to you and you belong to me, and we always have, and we've always known, and now everyone else can know, too. UGH IT DOES THINGS TO MEEEE

hey wait I first told myself it was a dream and then it kept going and I was like "wain a minit..." respectfully, I hate you 💕

ah!! fun detail!! admitting things to strangers is easier because they don't know you! and also admitting things to people you hate it easy as well because you dont care what they think about you. Humans are so fucking cool and weird like that. we tell our deepest, darkest secrets to people we barely know and it takes years to tell the people we love. A BIT WEIRD INNIT

"you're hot but I only signed up for one date" GOD you're gonna go make me reread if we make it through december, aren't you? I'm such a thirsty little slut for fake dating that I don't care what ship it is, I will read it. and IWMITD fucked me up for days 😭

wairwaiwisit why do- WAIT maybe darcy and raye should just get together fr 😔

"Better yet, just use your government name" bro HAHA I feel that way about some of my friends. I'm the guy that gives everyone a silly little nickname but once it sticks and someone else uses it im like. who are you. you don't even know why I call them that. go away.

"It's a free bar, Darcy." "I know, I'm too generous." DEADDD LMAO you got her character spot on its so funny

omgomgomg the camera is recording all of this and then it'll be played publicly and, actually you know what I've been wrong like three times already so im just gonna sit still and be pretty 😔

okay that's...sus...maybe I'm right 👁️👁️

OH FUCK I FORGOR R'S PROFESION OB FUCK SHES GONNA HEAR EVERHTHJNG OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT

MANNNN you're always leaving it on a cliffhanger 😔 this one had me rolling around though. literally. I had to get more comfortable halfway through. AND? AND GUESS WHAT!! no mistakes for me to pick through after I ✨thoroughly✨ embarrassed myself the first time 😌✨

looking forward to wanda deleting the footage but also...👀 terrific as always <333

Mirror, Mirror | Four

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

PART THREE

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's becoming more apparent how badly Wanda wants you that she's sure she's going crazy. Now with a fake date on hand, Wanda's not sure which is worse: the fact she's too in love with you to pretend to be interested in someone else, or that her big mouth has potentially put her in a deep(er) hole.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

Note: the pre-shenanigans to the shenangians. Hope y'all enjoy heh.

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Wanda lies in bed, unable to sleep, staring into the dark. She can barely make out the ceiling and idly thinks about buying blackout curtains.

As the party gets closer, the more Wanda starts to feel more anxious. She's experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions in the last few days, oscillating between excitement at the prospect of making you jealous and then feeling anxious at the thought you might not. 

The entire thing is starting to feel like a bad idea, but Wanda doesn't know what to do. If she calls it off, you'll ask why, and Wanda's still too scared to admit her feelings to you. Or what if you end up thinking that Wanda wasn't actually capable of dating girls?

These repetitive lines of thought would make Wanda feel nauseated. She wishes you would simply wake up and realize your feelings for her. Wanda's never had to really chase anyone before, and chasing you is probably the hardest thing she's doing, but if it works out, then it'll also be the best thing she's ever done. 

Wanda sits up, her knees pulled to her chest, as she hears shuffling around her door before a knock. 

"Come in," Wanda clears her throat, pulling the blanket slightly higher up. Her heart is racing, some of it from an irrational fear of it being a murderer, and some of it knowing it was you on the other side. 

When the door opens, you step in before closing the door behind you. You're in your PJs, another oversized shirt, and Wanda can't tell if you're wearing pants or not.

"Hey," Wanda smiles but realizes you can't make out the details of her face in the dark so far away. "What's wrong? It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

You don't answer her initially, letting the silence nip at Wanda's growing unease. Before she can say anything else, you finally speak.

"Don't do it."

"Huh?" Wanda's confused, shifting in the bed to sit closer to the end, closer to you. "What are you—"

"Don't do it," you repeat. "Don't go on a date with Darcy."

Wanda's heart leaps in her chest, and she needs to blink multiple times because there's no way you're saying that, right? There's no way you're telling her not to do this because would that mean—

"I think I'm going crazy," you mutter as you push yourself off the door and make your way toward her. 

"What do you mean?" Wanda asks nervously but excited as you climb onto the bed until you're face to face with her. 

As you get closer, Wanda can make out your silhouette and the expression of desire on your face. She can feel your breath on her face lightly, and it's minty and warm. 

"I can't stop thinking about you," you admit, and your tone is nervous but desperate. "The more I think about you going on a date with a girl, the more I hate it."

"You do?" Wanda bites her bottom lip. She wants to feel hopeful, but your words are leaving too much open for interpretation. 

You place your hand on Wanda's cheek, something you've done so many times before, but it feels different now. Every touch you give her feels electric and wired like you're grazing every nerve along her skin. 

Wanda's heart is thudding painfully inside her chest. It pounds like it wants to jump out of her chest and into your hands, making a home in your warmth and softness. 

Your thumb presses against her lips, getting Wanda to release her bottom lip from her teeth. "Yeah," you breathe like your heart is pounding too. "I hate it...because if you're going to date a girl, it should be me."

When your lips descend upon Wanda's, she thinks she might actually die. Your lips are soft and warm, inviting Wanda to kiss you deeper. When Wanda pushes against you eagerly, you open your mouth slightly, your tongue swiping at her bottom lip softly.

Arousal shoots through Wanda, hot and needy. She can't help the small moan that leaves her mouth, and her head is completely dizzy with want. 

You take the noise as an open invitation, using your weight to push Wanda back onto the bed, straddling her lap, and keeping yourself up on your elbow. 

The kiss feels never-ending, with it only ever stopping for a second for air before coming back for more. You kiss her until her lips are swollen and Wanda's throbbing for more. 

When your lips start kissing the edge of her jaw and down her throat, Wanda doesn't feel like she's going to make it. Just this, and it feels like too much and too little at the same time. 

"I don't think I can give you to anyone," you mumble against the skin of her collarbone. "How could I let anyone touch you like this?"

Your fingers are fiddling with the edge of her shirt before they trail along the bare skin of her stomach.

"More, more, more," Wanda's muttering with her eyes closed. She can't open them—it'd be too much. Her toes are curled in anticipation. 

Your hands brush the underside of her breast, and Wanda's breath hitches. You kiss places that Wanda hasn't been kissed in a long time. Your fingers trail and touch places only Wanda's hand has been in lately. It feels completely different under your touch, working Wanda up into a spot just between the edge and falling. 

Wanda's been moaning and muttering pleas for you to give her more, but you seem steadfast and taking things at your pace. Even Wanda can't rush you into enjoying and exploring her body. 

"I think I've always been yours," your lips brush against Wanda's. "And you've always been my best friend. But now, you're just mine—mine in every way."

Wanda agrees. She agrees wholeheartedly and enthusiastically. She'll agree to anything you say if you just give her what she wants. It's finally rewarding her to be agreeable with you, and just as she's about to get what she wants, your mouth opens, and music comes out. 

Wanda wakes up. 

The faint light in her room is disorienting, and her head is still heady with desire. The music is still playing, and Wanda turns over to grab her phone, unplugging it from her charger. 

7:06AM.

Turning off her alarm, Wanda tosses her phone to the side of her bed, falling back into her pillow. She stares at the ceiling, now able to make out every single detail on it with daylight.

Wanda's body is aching, and the region between her legs is still throbbing. Arousal was still trickling through her, and Wanda knew there wouldn't be enough time this morning to take care of it. 

Wanda grabs the pillow beside her, smushing it to her face as she lets out a muffled scream and a long line of obscenities before she gets up. 

The day would surely be long with arousal edging her.

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It's been somewhat awkward to meet your eyes the last few days since that sex dream. Once the hazy lust cleared from her mind, Wanda could actually realize how mortifying it was to want you so badly that it was affecting her sleep. 

Wanda tries to play it off as just being distracted, but she can tell you're starting to think something's wrong. Still, it was too difficult to look you directly in the eyes. Every time she did, she could clearly remember her erotic dream. 

The way your eyes looked at her with such intensity, which was only heightened by the dark. She could still feel how warm your body was and how minty your kiss was. Goosebumps would form on her arm when she thought about how your lips were both liquid fire and icy cold against her skin. 

The entire thing would get Wanda so riled up that sometimes she needed to leave your vicinity and go on a walk to cool herself down. 

It was the day of the party, and the dream was finally tapering off enough that Wanda could look you in the eyes again. You seemed perplexed but relieved by the change, and you didn't push the issue since Wanda hadn't seemed upset with you. 

The morning of Tony and Pepper's party, you and Wanda are running around the apartment trying to get everything in order for different things. 

"Did you grab the present?" 

"Um," you scrunch your nose. "Yes, it's here."

"Awesome, can you bring it with you? I'll lose it if I bring it with me," Wanda says while carefully putting on mascara in front of her standing mirror. 

"What do you mean? I thought you were coming with me to pick Raye up?" You ask while looking for the ring you always wear on your middle finger. 

"Um, no," Wanda's half-distracted, but it's good timing as she finishes her mascara. "I'm meeting Darcy for coffee before the party."

You're looking for your ring in Wanda's room because you vaguely recall leaving it there yesterday night when you were drinking tea with Wanda and chatting in her room. You pause your search and look at Wanda with a confused face.

"You haven't met her yet?"

"I will be in," Wanda pauses and pulls out her phone, "a couple minutes. She just texted that she's pulling up."

"What if you don't get along with her? I thought she was coming to the party," you ask, seemingly concerned about everything.

"Then I'll find out since I have an hour with her before the party. If I don't like her, then I'll Uber to the party alone," Wanda shrugs. Besides, it didn't matter if Wanda liked Darcy or not. As long as Darcy wasn't a raging asshole with boundary issues, then it would be fine. They were both aware this date was a farce. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to tag along? What if she's, like, a serial killer or something?" You frown, and Wanda can't help but laugh.

"I don't think Nat would be working with a serial killer," Wanda shakes her head at your nonsense. "We're going to be at the Starbucks near Tony's house. I have my location on, so you can check it to make sure we're not deviating on the road."

You're about to say something else when the buzzer at your door rings. 

"Can you let her in through the front doors? I should be ready by the time she's at our door," Wanda asks as she turns back to the mirror, applying the last touches to her match-up.

"Sure," you say, somewhat huffy, but leave. 

It takes a few minutes, but Wanda eventually hears knocking and the door opening. The words exchanged between you and Darcy are muffled, but Wanda finishes, giving herself one last look in the mirror and running her fingers through her hair. As she's leaving, she finds the ring you were looking for on her desk and takes it with her. 

As she enters the living room, Wanda sees Darcy immediately and assesses right away that the other woman is drop-dead gorgeous. She has dark curled hair with warm undertones in the light. Her makeup was simple, with an accentuated dark red lipstick. 

"Wow," Darcy smiles as she catches eyes with Wanda, and you turn to look at her. "Natasha didn't do you justice with the photo she sent."

"You got a photo?" Wanda smiles back, able to tell that the compliment was sincere. "I didn't get anything. That seems unfair."

"Well," Darcy drags out. "Sent is a generous word. Natasha brought in a photo album. I'm sorry to say I have seen your high school and university pictures."

Wanda groans as she stands beside you, passing your ring into your palm. The entire action is wordless, which Darcy takes note of. 

"You shall speak nothing of these photos," Wanda warns the other girl playfully. "And just for that, you're buying coffee."

Darcy lets out a laugh, adjusting her glasses. "Alright, Natasha did warn me you were sassy. Let's go get our luxury coffee that will be my treat."

Wanda turns to you, and you're smiling, but it seems tight. "I'll see you at the party?" 

"Of course," you tell her before scrutinizing Darcy. "I'll see you in an hour on the dot."

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"So," Darcy says as they're both holding their coffees. "That's the girl you're in love with?"

"Yes," Wanda sighs, finding it somehow easier to admit to a stranger that she's in love with you. Like, really insanely in love with you.

"You're playing it pretty cool. I gotta give you props for that," Darcy nods, sipping her drink. 

"Do you think so?" Wanda asks, and then her eyes brighten. "Do you think she looked jealous at all? I thought she might've looked a little off or being overprotective, but then again, that could also be her just being my best friend. But she's never really acted this way before. Well, she does make sure she always knows my location for dates. But I don't know, it felt like she was being—"

"Oh my god," Darcy cuts Wanda off, blinking at the word vomit. "You're actually insanely in love with her. Emphasis on the insane."

Wanda huffs. "I know," she sighs. "I'm going crazy and I just want to know if she could feel the same way about me...without asking, obviously."

"Obviously," Darcy repeats with a smirk. "Alright, let's go over a game plan for today then. We want to show off just enough that maybe it'll make your best friend jealous but also not too much that it'll be weird if we don't have a second date. No offense and all, you're hot, but I only signed up for one date."

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You and Raye are already at the party when Wanda and Darcy arrive. 

"Ugh, great," Wanda grunts. "Little Miss Southern Belle is here."

"You mean Raye?" Darcy stares in the same direction and sees her coworker. "She's really nice and funny."

"Hey, you're my date," Wanda narrows her eyes. "And she's my enemy."

Darcy just raises her brow in response but says nothing. 

"Wanda!" You call and wave the two of them over. 

"Alright, we got this," Darcy looks over at Wanda, and they nod subtly at each other. 

As they make their way over, Wanda can tell you're assessing them, but Wanda merely gives another nod that she's okay, which you seem conflicted about. 

"Hey, Darcy," Raye greets her with a smile and a hug. "Fancy seein' you around here. You sure you're not using another pretty girl to sneak into a party?"

Wanda knows the comment is a compliment to her. Darcy is right that Raye is genuinely nice, and Wanda knows that Raye's eager to get along with Wanda since she's your best friend. Wanda knows all of this, but the comment still makes her bristle. 

"I actually know Tony and Pepper, too," Darcy says casually after they pull apart from their hug, her lips in a half-quirk. "I've done some work for them before."

"What exactly is it that you do?" You ask.

"Cyber security," Darcy answers. "Although that may sound exciting, it's not much day to day."

"Bug was telling me over here that you two went on a date!" Raye smiles even wider. 

Now she was even calling you Bug? She wasn't even there when your nickname came to be. She should create her own nickname, or better yet, just use your government name. 

"That we did," Darcy says when Wanda doesn't reply. "It was pretty decent," Darcy says with a half-quirk of her lips, indicating that it was more than decent, and Wanda remembers that she needs to smile too.

"I'm just surprised that you didn't go and scare her off with your personality," Raye smirks at Darcy before she looks back at Wanda. "Everyone knows Darcy at work to be blunt and sarcastic. She usually scares away all the cute interns."

"I thought she was hilarious," Wanda smiles somewhat tightly back. 

"Thank you!" Darcy cuts in dramatically, grabbing Wanda's hand. "I knew someone would inevitably see my charm. Are you thirsty? Let's go get a drink."

Darcy's about to drag you off when you suddenly grab Wanda's other hand, stopping them.

"Wait," your eyes are wide as if you're surprised yourself. "There's a videographer hired for the party. Everyone is supposed to go on camera to do a short video to say something to Tony and Pepper. I thought we should do ours together since we got their gift together."

Wanda turns back to Darcy, who looks confused and amused by the situation. 

"Alright," Darcy lets go of Wanda's hand. "I'll be waiting by the bar for you. C'mon, Raye, I'll buy you a drink."

"It's a free bar, Darcy."

"I know, I'm too generous."

With that, Wanda is alone with you as you drag her towards the videographer.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You say lightly.

"I don't know," Wanda flexes her fingers in your hand. "Feels like you don't like Darcy."

"I like her just as much as you like Raye."

Wanda grunts at that. She's told you multiple times that she's neutral about Raye. Wanda doesn't dislike her, but she has no reason to like her. It's all a lie, of course. Wanda fuckings hates Raye and wishes the other girl would evaporate. 

The second the camera points at their faces, the two of you smile brightly as you wish Tony and Pepper another 10 years of happy marriage so they can have this party again and continue to wish them a happy marriage in 10-year increments. 

As soon as it's finished, You and Wanda seem to be dragging your feet to get to the bar.

"So," Wanda drags out before taking a deep breath and looking at you. You stare back at her, and Wanda has to bite her tongue to say she just utterly loves you, and they should both ditch their dates. "What do you think?"

"Of what?" You mumble as you look away.

"Does it look weird? Me being with a girl?" 

Wanda can notice how you visibly clench your jaw, something you do when thinking about your next words carefully. 

"No," you say slowly, "but you don't look any happier."

"I don't?" Wanda hums. "Darcy and I have a lot in common. She's really funny too. Besides, it's not like I'm gunning to settle down with Darcy. It could just lead to having fun."

You're silent after that, and Wanda looks at your face. You seem contemplative, but she can't read your expression further than that, so she looks away.

"I'm probably going to be home late tonight," you say after a moment, and Wanda turns her head towards you again.

"Going to be with Raye?" Wanda asks, trying to make sure she sounds airy and light, but her stomach knots tight.

"Yes," you answer, and there's not a particular inflection in your tone, leaving Wanda with no clue about how you feel. 

"Sounds great," Wanda puts on a fake smile and picks up her pace to meet Darcy and Raye at the bar.

"Oh, you're back," Raye smiles at you, her pearly white teeth showing. Her cheeks are a dusty pink from the champagne she's been drinking as she drapes her arms over you, tilting her head to the side. "Wanna be naughty and steal a tray with bacon-wrapped scallops?"

Wanda has to resist the urge to loudly gag as you chuckle. 

"I got you a drink," Darcy catches Wanda's attention. "One of those fruity cocktails that will definitely lead us to make bad decisions if we have three more."

Wanda smiles sultrily as she opens her body language toward Darcy, pointing to the maraschino cherry in Darcy's drink. Darcy nods that she can have it, and Wanda seductively eats the cherry before she sticks the stem into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before the end of the stem pops back out of her mouth. Wanda grabs it with her fingers, the other end gripped by her teeth as she pulls and tightens the visible knot. 

"Wanna have four and see what happens?" Wanda smirks. 

From the corner of Wanda's eyes, she can see that you saw and heard everything. Your face is expressionless as you walk off with Raye, and Wanda wants to scream with frustration.

Was that a jealous expressionless look or an indifferent expressionless?

Once they are out of earshot, Darcy snorts. "Remember when I said you're playing it cool? I take it back. You're a hot mess. You look like you're always two seconds away from pulling out Raye's 250 individual extensions."

Their conversation is briefly interrupted by the videographer as he comes up to the bar. "Hey, man," he says to the bartender. "Do you mind if I leave my camera here for a second? I really need to run to the toilet and can't leave it on the table. These kids are surprisingly grabby with their sticky hands."

"Sure, dude," the bartender agrees, and the videographer runs off after he sets down the camera a foot away from Wanda.

Wanda stirs her drink with her straw aggressively, and some ice falls out of her glass.

"I don't see what's so great about Raye," Wanda huffs. "Sure, she's pretty, and I guess she's funny. But so what? She's clearly selfish. Who the hell steals a whole tray of bacon-wrapped scallops?! Those are the best appetizers!"

Wanda throws the straw aside and drinks her fruity cocktail in one go. 

"Man, you are so down bad," Darcy shakes her head. "At least you don't seem completely alone in it."

"Really?" Wanda brightens. "Why? Does she look jealous?"

"Well," Darcy sighs. "I don't know about jealous, but your friend definitely doesn't like me. Every time she smiles at me, it's a tight-lipped smile that seems to be a thinly veiled way of saying she doesn't think I'm good enough for you."

Wanda slumps. "That's nothing new. All the people I date get that look."

"Where's Natasha when I need her?" Wanda looks around but finds the redhead with Tony and Pepper. She seems to sense someone is looking at her, locks eyes with Wanda, and waves and winks.

"Listen," Darcy grabs Wanda's attention back. "Maybe you should just tell your friend your feelings. What's the worst that could happen?"

"She would know about my feelings and reject me," Wanda deadpans.

"Okay...so how exactly to plan to get with—how did you describe it at the café? The love of your life and the mother to your future children."

Wanda sighs. "I don't know. I know I should confess, but it's harder than you think. There are moments when she gets me so riled up that I wanna scream in her perfect face that I love her and probably always have, and then kiss her until we lose a couple brain cells from lack of oxygen. Then, I get so scared that she won't feel the same way and the moment dies like my will to live every time I see her with Raye."

"But you won't know until you actually say something," Darcy cocks her brow. "What if she does feel the same?"

"Then she wouldn't be with Raye!" Wanda snips but then takes a deep breath. "Sorry, it's just been hard lately. I feel like this whole fake dating scheme Nat cooked up is a bust. You're pretty cool and all, but I think I'm too in love to even pretend."

Darcy is about to say something else when the videographer returns.

"Thanks for watching it, man. Can you pour me some water with a lemon?" 

"Sure."

The videographer picks up the camera, and Wanda notices that it was placed on its side but had been facing them. Once he drinks his glass of water, he takes off.

The rest of the party isn't too exciting as Wanda doesn't see you often after that. You sit at the same table as her for dinner, but Raye is too busy chatting up a storm. Raye seems intent on keeping you busy until 10PM hits, and she decides she wants to leave the party.

"I'll see you later," you tell Wanda as you say goodbye to everyone.

"I guess," Wanda shrugs, and you tilt your head at it.

Wanda knows where all of this is leading for you, but for once, she's too tired to even try to stop it. Besides, Wanda is pretty sure you've already had sex with Raye, even if it was a quickie in the back of your car when you dropped her off or picked her up at the airport. 

The entire thing is too disparaging for Wanda to think about; she just wants to go home and be dead to the world. 

"I think I wanna head out too," Wanda looks at Darcy, who's been sipping on water for the last few hours. Neither of you specify exactly where in the moment despite how you seem to be waiting for them to say. 

The videographer approaches the group, and Wanda's confused as he greets you.

"Hey, I emailed you all the footage earlier after dinner," he says.

"Great," you smile at him. "Thanks for doing all the legwork. Sorry that Tony and Pepper want me to edit it together instead."

"You're editing the video together for Tony?" Wanda asks. "Why didn't you say?"

"Tony sprung it on me earlier today. Guess he forgot? Pepper bitched him out with love. I think," you grin. "But I don't mind. I have some free time before my next project," you shrug.

"Nah," he smiles. "I'm not complaining. I got paid twice my rate and I don't have to do the other legwork? Must be my lucky day."

"Sounds good, I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Oh, just a heads up, there was a lot of footage I didn't have time to go through, so I sent you everything. There might be some useless stuff you'll have to go through. I accidentally left my camera on a couple times. Just earlier, I realized I left my camera on every time I left it at the bar to go to the washroom," the guy laughs, but all the color drains from Wanda's face. 

"No problem," you tell him, and he leaves with a wave. "Raye and I are heading out now. Have a great night, guys."

Raye is already dragging you off, but Wanda doesn't have time to be annoyed. 

Oh, God, there was video evidence of Wanda confessing her feelings about you. 

"I need to get that video back!" Wanda cries, her hand flying to her forehead. 

She tries to not think about how you'll react or what you'll do if you see the video. She can't think about it; it will literally send Wanda into cardiac arrest. 

"Alright, alright, calm down!" Darcy placates her, realizing the same thing Wanda has. "He said he emailed it to her, right? It's not like she's going to go through the footage tonight. All you need to do is get into her email and go through the footage yourself and delete it before she comes home."

Wanda starts biting her thumbnail, a terrible habit she thought she had long outgrew. "I guess, but I'd have to access her laptop, and I don't know the password. She keeps work stuff on there."

"No problem," Darcy says as she pulls out a USB and gives it to Wanda. "Just plug this in and I can help you get into it."

Wanda takes the USB and stares at it dumbfounded. She stares back at Darcy. "You're insanely cool. Emphasis on the insane," Wanda parrots back to her with a smile. "We're gonna be great friends."

"Ah, I love becoming friends with my fake dates who are deeply in love with their best friend. They're so fulfilling and not weird at all."

"You're the one carrying around a hacking USB, don't talk to me about weird."

"Alright, sassy pants, let's just get you home, shall we? Although, not before we go to McDonald's. That dinner was just unnecessary fancy food that was half the size of my fist. I've been hungry for the last hour," Darcy starts to walk off with Wanda trailing her.

Wanda had also been hungry for the last hour, but now, knowing that you could potentially see the video of her professing her love—aggressively, might she add—Wanda wanted to throw up.

Please don't check your email on your phone, please don't check your email on your phone, Wanda begs in her mind. Now, she can't tell if she wants Raye to keep you busy or not. 

[symphonicmetal101]

"GOT YOU"

This derailed rather quickly, the running theme ig, is "got you" so there’s some angst, some crack and some fluff. (Divider made by  @planetaryrph ) I intended to use it throughout the whole post? But tumblr is being an asshole so Im taking what I can get. Sorry if the formatting is weird.

Lucifer - the eldest rubbed his temples as he signed his last papers for the night, sighing. Finally, he could take a moment for himself, before going to bed. It had been a long and frustrating day, with too many interruptions, too little coffee and not enough of you either. While he was locked up in his office, his brothers were- bzzt- His thoughts were pulled away as he checked his phone, immediately wishing he hadnt. Of course...always more to do...

He would blame it on the sleep deprivation, but tears started to well up in the corners of his eyes as repressed emotions of being overwhelmed and overworked started to take over, his mind spiralling towards self deprication as his forehead hit his desk. Never enough, its never enough and nobody apprecia-

"Lucifer?...." your voice cut through his thoughts easily as he dazily looked up at you. Sleepy tear filled eyes met yours as he melted into the warmth of your hand on his cheek, a kiss pressed into your palm as you pressed one against his head. You pulled him close so he could listen to your heartbeat. "Come on sweetheart. I've got you. Lets go to bed....we can figure things out in the morning...and I'm here to listen if you need it...or just to hold you." You pet his hair softly as he worked himself up to standing enough to hug you, rocking slightly before he was ready to go.

Mammon - "Mammon? Are you ok?" The two of you had just been cuddling for the past few hours, and you were curled up on top of him. Which meant you felt his chest heave before you heard the soft whimper that left him as he held you close. "I-I dont know whats goin' on I j-just....promise ya wont ever leave me...I c-couldnt...I-" he couldn't seem to get the words out, but it was clear some less than favourable thoughts as he held you. You sat up a bit and turned, bumping your forehead against him. "Mammon, listen to me. I will never leave my first man...you've got me...and I've got you...the most important treasure in the world." You smiled softly and pressed a kiss on his nose, causing him to crack a smile and laugh a tiny bit before he reciprocated.

Levi - "Well well well...what do we have here?" Levi froze in his seat, the show continuing to play in front of him as he turned and gave you a small smile. You looked rather unimpressed-

"IM SORRY I COULDNT WAIT YOU WERE STUDYING WITH SATAN I JUST NEEDED TEN MINUTES AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN MEEEE" he whined, crawling over his couch and coming to grovel at your feet on his knees, hands clasped together and above his head. "IM SORRYYYYYYYY but the anime 'I really like my best friend but my self esteem is too low to see it until I see parallels in our favourite media make me think I have a chance" is so good!!!! I just HAD to watch one more episode!!!" He pouted and looked up at you, which broke your annoyance, poorly concealed with an exasperated, but light hearted sigh. You smiled down at him. "Fine but if I get you again you owe me a complete rerun of my favourite anime." He stood up and smiled brightly, blushing a little. "I might have to get caught again if it means more time with you." Before immediately hiding in his hands and laughing nervously at himself.

Satan - "IM GOING TO SHRED YOU TO FUCKING PIECES YOU FUCKING C-"

"SATAN STOP THATS ENOUGH" you stood between him and the demon that pissed him off, glaring at him. His entire body had waves of wrath rolling off of him, eyes aflame with nothing but contempt and rage.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

"Satan. Look at me. I'm not hurt. His words leave no mark. He doesnt matter, but your actions DO. Give me your hand."

He hesitated, shifting from foot to foot in his giant form as he settled down, extending his hand to you. You rubbed small circles in his palm. "Try to match my breathing." He did as you said slowly returning to his normal form, staggering forward as the display of power had tired him out. "I got you, I got you.. and I wont let you fall..." you pet his hair softly and buried your face in his hair and neck. "Lets get you some food, hm?" You just got a grumble in response.

Asmo - "ugh my love you would not BELIEVE the day I had-" you were trying to focus on some work you had been given, and knowing the tone of his voice, it wasnt an emergency. It was Asmo being Asmo. "Welcome home hun. I just need to get this done and then I can give you my full attention-" you pecked his cheek without looking at him, and then turned to face him to see his pout, giving that a kiss as well. "Baby I promise, fifteen minutes and then I'll be completely and utterly yours." He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes before grabbing your face once more for one more kiss "Youre already mine.....but...Fiiiiiiiine, fifteen minutes on the dot and I'll be on the bed waiting~"

After fifteen minutes of dramatic sighing and "are you almost done?"s you decided that regardless of whether you were finished or not, it was time to be with Asmo. He was in his comfy clothes and had a facemask on, but his eyes and smile lit up as you came and sat on the bed, his movements practices as he laid his head in your lap and waited for you to pet his hair, purring. "Alright, you've got me...now tell me about this crazy day of yours my love..."

After nearly an hour, Asmo was a purring mess under your touch as he came to the end of his ramblings. "And you wouldnt believe it- when I came home, my beloved made me wait!! Can you believe it?!" He grinned cheekily as you leaned down and bumped your nose against his in a bunny kiss. "Noooo, really? Well did they make it up to you?" You leaned in to close the gap between you, kissing his lips softly as he smiled.

"Yeah. They did."

Beel - "Beel....Beel wake up" bleary violet eyes adjusted to seeing you above him in the dark. You gently slid your thumb across his dampened cheek. "You were having a nightmare agai-" you were cut off as the gentle giant pulled you in and used you as a teddy bear. He buried his face into you, curling up as small as he could. ".....can you hold me like this for a bit..." though you wouldnt really say you were holding him in this position, but you nodded anyways, wriggling up so that his head was on your chest. "I got ya big guy....everythings ok..."

Belphie - "BELPHIE GET YOUR ASS UP ITS TIME FOR SCHOOL" "Jesus do you have volume control? Calm down its only...only.." he fumbled for his phone to check the time, eyes widening just slightly before he shrugged. "If Im already that late I have no reason to go at a- hey" he protested slightly as you dragged him out if bed, in response to which he deathrolled all his blankets so you were dragging a burrito around. You "helped" him get ready for school as he was in and out of sleep..."helped" like a three year old might, complete with an outfit worse than Satans, a drawn on mustache and about fifty tiny topknots in his hair. He finally woke up enough to eat some brunch before stumbling outside. He didnt register that anyone but you and Beel were there. You and his siblings waited a solid two minutes before he walked back in, dazed and confused and a little damp from the rain. "....its Saturday isnt it"

It took everything you had not to laugh yet. "Yep." He glared at you slightly. "....I'm gonna get you even worse next time" he grumbled as he walked to the bathroom.

"What do you mean????"

"THERE ARE PUDDLES OUTSIDE MC, I SAW WHAT YOU DID"

Diavolo - "...Dia..." he turned and faced you, looking guilty. "Dia....sweetheart....how are you not terrified of Barbatos finding out-" His face lit up a little bit but did look a little scared at the mention of Barb, and as you started laughing. He raised a finger to his lips and pulled you into his lap, pouting as he fixed his chin onto your shoulder. "....you can have some pizza too if you promise not to tell him..." you giggled a bit and kissed his cheek. "I wont tell him...but if I managed to catch ya, dont you think he will?" He whined softly, burying his face in your neck. "If Barb catches me I'll get an earful of why I shouldnt order food and how if I appreciate him as a butler I should just ask to eat his food but its always super healthy....unless its dessert..." he muttered and nibbled on your ear a bit, making you squirm and giggle a little. "Thats ok...next time I'll sneak it in...he wont get...that mad at me-" you laughed a bit as he beamed, kissing your cheek and offering you a bite of his pizza before taking one for himself.

Barbatos - He woke up with a small gasp and tried to sit up, but a gentle hand on his shoulder pushed him down. "Rest" his hand came up to meet yours on his shoulder as memory of what happened rushed back to him. Weakly, he tried to sit up again as he swallowed down his embarrassment. "I have to go back mc..." though his resolve faltered as your cool hand stroked his hair away from his damp forehead. "You fainted in the kitchen- do you have any idea how high the fever you're running is?" "But the gala-" "Nobody knows. You had everything set up in the kitchen so Simeon took over and Satan, Asmo, Lucifer and Diavolo are more than capable at holding the guests' attention. The healers came in...said you'll be ok as long as you rest.....please...let me take care of you..." you pleaded with him. You wouldn't say anything about it, but as he mushed a bit into your hand, closed his eyes and graced you with a very rare, soft purr, it was possibly the best moment youve ever had. "....fine...but just this once." You smiled. "Of course."

Mephistopheles - "....MC, this Nightmare and I have a very good bond, I know you're trying to sneak up on me." He turned, a very smug smile on his face as he caught you in your tracks, a few stables down so as to not spook the majestic horse Meph was leading. You pouted a bit as you walked carefully up to the opposite side of the mare, gently petting her mane. "Youre no fun Mephi" "At least I'm not trying to scare a man with a cane." As he spoke you took the reigns and stopped the horse early so he could go open the stable. "Oh did you close this too? How convieni-" he was about to be a sarcastic bitch...until he jumped back as a rubber spider popped into his face.

"....you move pretty fast fo-"

"Shhh uppabababa I don't want to talk to you right now-" he took a deep breath with a hand to his chest trying to calm down before glaring at you, dusting himself off and moving one stable down to lead his horse into. He had hoped you would have left him in peace after your "victory", but instead he was greeted by your shit eating smile as he locked the door. ".....fine....You got me...but nobody witnessed it...so nobody...will believe you." He smiled and booped your nose as he walked out, swinging his cane. Your face fell in realization. "....THE HORSES WILL KNOW...MEPH..MEPHIIIIIII"

Simeon- "SIMEON!" You cried out in alarm at the ang-....the fallen angel splayed out in front of you. You ran to him, holding his face softly as you searched for any signs of life. Scorch marks were visible all over his body, his face sooty and slightly bruised. He groaned softly and you sobbed in momentary relief- he was alive. You pressed your head against his softly, another sharp sob leaving you as his hand came up and stroked your cheek. "...hey-" was immediately followed by painful sounding coughing. "Simeon, shhh, shh please, save your strength...you're gonna be ok...help will be here soon..."

Bright blue eyes met your own, filled with nothing but absolute adoration. "Theres...theres something Ive been scared of doing for a long time....can you come closer so I can tell you?" His voice was strained, barely louder than a whisper. You nodded tearfully and leaned in, only to be pleasantly surprised as he pulled you into a long, deep kiss. Both of you panted slightly as you pulled away. "Now I plan to understand...everything I was missing before." He smiled, and leaned in for one more kiss.

Raphael - no. I refuse. Wet cat, paper bag pathetic ragdoll man gives off annoying second grader energy. Smh how am I supposed to write for that. At least Luke is old enough to be in fifth grade. Yeah I know I have a whole series dedicated to the characters as children. That doesnt matter. Now Im just writing to fill the space. Make it look like I have ideas. I really dont. (I mean this all affectionately)

P.S if someone reblogs this with their own take of "got you" I'm kissing you on the head.

Luke - “I’m not a baby, I can make it across the monkey bars myself!!” He swung gleefully, trying to dissuade you from following behind him. It wasn’t your fault he brought out a protective side of you!! Despite that, you relented, staying at the opposite end of the bars. He landed at the end, turning and smiling triumphantly. “See?! I did it!! I told you I could do i-woAH!!” in his excitement, he accidentally slipped off the landing, falling to his butt on the gravel.

"You ok bud?" You supressed your amusement as he stood up to inspect the damage. He sighed and immediately tried to beat the dust off his shorts, giving up when there seemed to be no difference. "Nooo I don't wanna have a dusty butt!!" He whined.

"Well, I can't fix that for you this very moment, but it's not that bad Luke! If yoj really want to, we can go back so you can change, but Im sure a few minutes of running around will make it difficult to see...ooooor we can go get some ice cream and we can sit down for a bit-" you gave him a small but knowing smile. He lit up, fists shaking as he bounced in place.

"Ice cream!!! Can I get sprinkles on mine?!!"

You smiled down at him. "You can get anything you want!"

Thirteen - "What happened?" You spoke softly as you wrapped the bandage around Thirteens arm. She sighed, looking off in the opposite direction at the ruins at her trap. "I don't know...I ain't never built a faulty trap...never..." You glanced up at her, a little worried as you had never seen her this distraught or distant before.

Her head soon turned as she felt you turn place a few gentle kisses over the bandage, wide green eyes wonderfully complimented with the growing blush on her face.

"H-hey, what're y'doin?"You smiled softly and pulled away. "Kissing you better...." your smile widened as the woman in the chair attempted to hide her face behind her good hand. "....are you o-"

"STOP MAKIN ME SO GODDAMN SOFT FOR YOU! JESUS CHRIST-"

Solomon - "SOLOMON WAIT!" You burst into Barbatos' room, just to see Solomon standing in front of a portal with a small briefcase in his hand. You were panting with the effort it took you to get there and with the sobs that threatened to tear themselves from you. Your sniffling ultimately gave away you were close to crying, but he didnt turn to face you, refusing to show you the unshed tears in his eyes. Staring into the portal- this one would take him somewhere he could try to be happy without you...it seemed impossible but he was willing to try. Clearly, you didnt need him anymore. He kept his voice as calm and quiet as possible. "...can I help you MC?"

"Help me?! Tell me whats going on! Where are you going? Barb said something about me possibly not being alive for the time you come back, and you were gonna leave without saying good bye?!" The words spilled like a waterfall, but all you wanted were some answers.

Solomon cleared his throat slightly, but his voice wavered as he spoke over his shoulder. "You've finally pacted all of the most powerful demons in Devildom...you've become friends with high ranking angels...you've befriended one of the thirteen reapers...what use does anyone have for me? What use am I to you? I know that to most I'm an annoyance. It's about time I realized you see me the same way....so good b-"

"Dont you fucking finish that sentence." You pointed at him accusingly. Tears started to stream down your face. "Don't you say good bye to me. Don't leave me, please don't leave me. You're- you're not an annoyance, you're my mentor, my..my partner in crime, my everything, you cant- why are you go- where i- what use? Are you out of your mind? You're my friend, not a tool! I love you, why would I use you, what benefit would that have for me?" You didnt realize your own confession, barely suppressed sobs threatening to spill as you fell to your knees, sobbing. A final plea left you as you buried your fave in your hands.

"Please don't go-"

You shuddered and balled up more as the faint purple light from the portal disappeared, another sob leaving you as you were terrified to look up and see if he was gone.

In a moment you felt the familiar warmth of Solomons cloak around you, sobs of relief coursing through you as he knelt down and pulled you close to his chest. Tears of his own rolled down his cheeks as he looked up at the ceiling, and you clung to his coat.

"P-promise you won't leave ever leave me-"

He looked down towards you, loosenjng his grip on you slightly before tilting your chin up to meet his own tear filled eyes.

"I promise. And...I'm sorry I never told you I loved you before...." he smiled softly through his tears, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I promise to make up for lost time too."

COUGH COUGH THAT LAST ONE TOTALLY WASNT SUPER SELF INDULGENT BC ITS VERY CLOSE TO WHAT HAPPENS WITH MY MC AND SOL COUGH COUGH

Anyways

Hope you all enjoyed!

If this flops imma cry bc nothing seems to pick up activity wise on my page anymore

Masterlist

[hotwings0203]

HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

[collisiondiscourse]

i would love to hear any fun little headcanons you have of isa

it's soft kaiya hours bae

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JWJDSJJR me answering asks late is a personality flaw im sorry yall </3 THANK YOU FOR ASKING MEEEE ABOUT ISA I LOVE HIM SM!!

ok so! ive expanded a bit more on isa's story SO i can confidently(ish) answer more questions about my king 💖💖

isa isnt a caffeine addict despite looking like it and seeming like the type of person to live on coffee! he actually dislikes coffee usually and will opt for tea or fruit smoothies instead

that being said, isa is one of those people who gets drunk off of coffee which is HILARIOUS since his alcohol tolerance is insane

isa can cook! isa likes cooking! and baking! it calms him down and while he doesnt do it often, he used to secretly bake cookies when he was up really late at night during finals week / project week and leave them in his classmates lockers and desks anonymously.

his support class knows its him but pretends they dont for his sake caus he seems so happy being a mischievious little baking demon. his original hero class really didnt know it was him though, and aizawa is to this day the only person from then who knew.

isa often SAYS he's musically inept and doesnt know any instruments which is mostly true except that he can sing!

its a secret though and he doesnt think he can sing either. its a remnant from kareokes he used to have with his close knit neighborhood in the philippines and was buried and forgotten when he was taken in by the heroes commission

sometimes though. if ur lucky enough. you might just be privy to the sight of isa humming unfamiliar but nostalgic tunes under his breath ♡

[hakurines]

"Its not gay if he's also you"

Owo (from spookyscaryslasers)

The King dragged his past self through the sewers, taking a tight hold on his arm and constantly looking behind them.

  “Did we lose them?” The pre entity self said, looking worriedly over his shoulder. His encounter with those two women left him… shaken, to say at the least. Thankfully another one of his selves was there to save him, who now currently was guiding him through the dark stinky sewers not so nicely.

  “Come on now! We are almost there!” The king insisted, never ceasing his iron grip on the poor man’s arm. “W-wait up! you’re hurting meeee” The pre entity Herman said, trying to catch up to the other him, one that was touched by the entity. He couldn’t help but still feel afraid, yes, he saved him but… he looked like a monster, the way all that gold covered his face didn’t make him look fancy or elegant, it made him terrifying, was he really going to become like him? Abruptly, the king stopped, making the other bump his head and nose against his back. Rubbing his nose, and slight tears on his eyes, he simply followed the other up a ladder, possibly leading to the surface. The King helped him to his feet, only to realise they were sill at some endless white void, filled with nothing, nothing but the whole leading to those strange sewers and the two Hermans.

“Where are we?” Asked Herman, tidying up his coat and glasses, he came out remarkably clean for being in a sewer. “Don’t worry, follow me, I know a place” the other Herman said as he walked with purpose towards something the other couldn’t seem to see. As they walked, pieces of something started to form, making Herman clean his glasses to make sure he was looking at things right. “Hah, you are really new, aren’t you? You’ve never explored the white void I bet, i mean, that’s why you are reacting like this, correct?” The herman simply swallowed and nodded, feeling nervous.

  “Don’t ask me how any of this works, alright? I don’t know, and honestly? I don’t care.” The pieces came together forming some sort of house, a big one, and rather fancy. The king pulled out from his vest a key, and opened the main door, holding open the door for his more human self. 

  “Welcome” The king simply stated, as he removed his cape and jacket and hanged it on a perch, the other Herman followed, taking off his lab coat. The house was… Nice, really nice, very modern looking, tho a bit too fancy for his likes, it was obvious the king himself adorned this place, filling it with antiques and gold rimmed objects that definitely didn’t need to be. The King guided him to the living room, where with a strong electric shock, the king lit up the chimney, giving everything around it a cozy warm glow. “Come on now, take a seat! I don’t have servants yet but i’m working on it. Meanwhile let me bring you something to drink.” With that, the king left, leaving Herman confused and very lost. Why did the king bring him here? Was this his home? Why was he being so nice to him?? Soon, the king came back, holding a silver tray with two fancy china cups, both steaming with what smelled like coffee. “Don’t get used to this, out of the two, I am the king…. But, you’ve had a rough day, so, i’ll give you a break.” accepting the cup, Herman took a careful sip, only to find out the coffee was absolutely delicious, the king must have notices, because he laughed. “You like it I see! Good, you are a man of taste then, this blend is supposedly brought straight from Mexico! Oh of course, here everything seems to be some sort of… copy, but I can assure you, these taste exactly like the real thing!” Herman simply smiled, and enjoyed the drink as he looked over the flames. Well, as scary as he looked, his other self wasn’t so bad it seemed.

  “Listen Herman,” the king said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence they had “There is… something, creating us, experimenting on us, using us.” The king looked serious for a moment, looking directly to the other herman, seeing how his glasses reflected the flames in front of them, “That’s why we need to help each other, this thing is obsessed with us, they already have one of us in captivity….” Herman simply listened, surprised by what the king was saying, putting down his finished coffee cup to pay better attention. “We cannot let that happen again, who knows what they want? And judging by those two women i saved you from… It seems they particularly like you. You need to be careful.” A sudden blush came to Herman´s face, fogging up his glasses, those two were rather aggressive on their… interest on himself, and he felt so unbelievably embarrassed by it. Cleaning his throat, he addressed the king trying to appear unfaces “Y-yes I- Uh, I mean, thank you, Herman, I’m glad you were there to help me. I’m still very confused by all of this, but i’m glad to know we can help each other…” With a smile The other Herman waved his hand “Ha, dont worry about it, and hey, i’d rather be called King, that way it will be easier for us to refer to each other, eh? I’m the King, you are Herman. Easy.” 

  “Now then, tomorrow we should see how we shall go on from here, but now? We should rest. Here, follow me.” With that, the King stood up and walked toward the main hall’s stairs, Herman close behind. “Wait! What if they find us here? Don’t misunderstand me, this place is lovely but… It looks so easy to break in to! Shouldn’t we block the doors and windows?” “Oh no, don’t you worry,  my house may not look like a fortress, but trust me, i’ve already got security measures around here, the fanciest, priciest and most useful of all, after all, I don’t waste time with cheap useless things!” The king looked way too proud of himself by saying this, “My home wouldn’t look pretty with guards, cameras and obviously locked doors, wouldn’t it? Trust me, this place is rigged with alarms and other useful measures in case of a break in, if something happens, we will know.” Herman didn’t feel exactly calmer knowing this, but he had no time to argue as they entered one of the many rooms in the house.

  The room was beautiful, a gorgeous king sized bed was in the middle, adorned with pillows and blankets that looked oh so soft and inviting, herman couldn’t help but approach it and rub his face over it, enjoying greatly their silky texture. On the other end of the room, the king opened another door, one that seemed to take you to a walk in closet and a bathroom. He took two items from it, and closed the door. “In here is my closet and bathroom. I made this place only thinking I would live in it with some servants, so, a room dignified of another Herman is not available right now, so, in the meantime, this will be our room. Here, you can wear this.” The king handed Herman a folded piece of fabric, wich, upon unfolding, revealed to be a long silk robe, adorned with an intricate pattern of flowers leaves and swirls. With it, an equally fancy pair tighty whities fell to the floor. A bit escandaliced, Herman yelled “Y-You expect m-mE TO WEAR THESE?” Unimpressed, the king stepped behind his dressing screen, allowing the other to see only his silhouette as hge undressed himself. “What, where you planning on sleeping on those filthy close of yours, right? Besides, we will be sharing a bed, and i don’t want you accidentally brushing against me with those sandpapers” The king stepped out of the screen, wearing a similar robe. Herman was still holding the robe, undies on the floor, red faced from the situation. “Well? What are you waiting for? You may use the screen or change in the bathroom, just hurry up so we can turn off the lights.” Swallowing hard, Herman complied, walking into the bathroom to have more privacy, the screen had allowed him to see a lot more than he hoped, adding to his embarrassment. 

  He usually prefered a tshirt and some long pants for pajamas, and these were simply a bit too revealing to him, another blush came to his face as he undressed and allowed the undies and silk robe to slide in his body. Dang, they felt nice, he couldn’t help but hug himself, enjoying their softness, but a call from the king snapped hi out of it, and as he tightly wrapped the robes around him, he stepped out, and went to the unused side of the bed. “Ah, good, we are the same size I see, i’m glad to know my good looks prevail even when you aren’t as rich as me.” If it was possible, Herman´s blush became even deeper, not used to such comments. The bed was even better than he expected it, the soft sheets, the soft yet firm mattress, and the pillows where so soft and fluffy, he couldn’t help to let out a happy sigh of relief upon laying on them. With a click, the king turned off the lights, and with that Herman took off his glasses, leaving them on the side table. 

  Each one rolled on his side’s, giving eachother their backs, both wanting some space in the bed. It didn’t take long for herman to notice that, even with the bed’s softness and comfiness, it was missing something, he remembered there were blankets when he first saw the bed, where where they now? feeling around with his feet, he had to dive into the covers to realize they were all neatly folded at the very end of the huge bed. The king must have folded them while he was changing… And he didn’t even seem bothered by coldness of the room, so he tried to generate his own body heat, rubbing his feet against the sheets and his hands over his arms as quietly as possible. But of course, the King noticed.

  “Why are you wiggling around so much?!” The room was dark so he couldn’t see him, but he could tell he was annoyed. “S-sorry! It’s just that uhhh, you took all the blankets, and im kinda cold…” he looked where the king was supposed to be, and felt how he turned around to face him, and only his eyes, his red and golden eyes where visible through the darkness, having a glow of their own. They stared at each other for a second before the king interrupted “Oh! hahaha, silly me, i’m so sorry, I totally forgot, you haven’t been touched by the entity… You don’t have mechanical insides that generate heat like me… This might be a problem…” Surprised by that, Herman simply made a questioning sound, “You see, the bed gets unbearably warm when they are over me, so if we pull them over again, i might not be able to sleep from the heat… Hmmm” Both thought for a second, and Herman was the first one to talk. “Oh, well, maybe i should take some blankets and sleep on the couch? You left the chimney lit so-” “What?” the King interrupted, “No, no version of mine will be sleeping on a couch like a commoner… I have a better idea, come here.” Herman seated up, worried, “What? what do you mean come here? besides, it is no trouble i can just-” but the king fed up with him, simply dragged himself over his side, coaxing herman to lay down and get under coves again, after what seemed like a short fight, since herman wasn’t sure what his other self was trying to do, he ended up laying his head on the kings chest, with his arms wrapped around him. “See? Problem solved, I produce enough body heat for the both of us. come on now, you are me and im you, you should not be prude with yourself.” He simply stated, and closed his eyes to sleep again.

  Meanwhile, Herman could not believe this, cuddling with his other self for heat? It was kinda humiliating and kinda inappropriate and kinda… nice. He was so worm, and he could hear the motor of his insides working as his ear was flush against his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could hear more than one motor of if he was hearing his uneven heartbeat too, but he had to admit, it was so soothing and relaxing. And honestly? he hated to admit it but, he felt so safe in the arms of his other, he couldn’t help but sadly smile and hug back. Was this super weird? Yes, and who knows, maybe he was the prude of his selves but right now, he was definitely enjoying himself. With a sigh, both quickly fell asleep, enjoying eachothers company. 

-----   -please---please could you forgive me? :”V -  (( omg i lof this fic AAAHHHH