#IS THE ALARM IN THE ROOM WITH US RN.

[aivy-saur]

WHY IS MY ALARM NOT ALARMING HELLOOOOOO?!?#,×*÷&×* *yeets phone /j*

[coridallasmultipass]

My new sponge filter sounds like a chicken. Bokbokbokbokbokbokbok.

[nexus-nebulae]

getting so so fed up with the fact that i can't stop my phone from updating. it's killed my sleep tracker apps multiple times just bc of a stupid security update. it wakes me up in the middle of the night (today it was at 3:30am!) by turning on FULL BRIGHTNESS WHITE SCREENS (when i literally never ever go past even 10% brightness on this thing and often need MULTIPLE dimmer apps when the page is all white). on multiple occasions it's updating in the middle of watching a video or even in the middle of a brushstroke in an UNSAVED drawing. it disables every single notification until i interact with it so calls and alarms literally just don't go through whatsoever. it never warns me with a notification it just updates out of nowhere. it makes half of my apps super fucking buggy every time. i fucking hate technology nowadays why do i have to literally break my phone's warranty and fuck with its internals and possibly brick the entire device just so it doesn't disable my fucking alarms and force me to miss important calls and appointments THAT COST ME OVER 100$ ON NO-SHOW BTW

[themyscirah]

I am aware I keep saying this. but some day i will go through my notebook and make a dump of all the dc doodles i did in the first semester. and also the current one i guess. i don't have as many this time because i want to keep my notes neat and color coded (and also its been 2 weeks) but there are a few bruce diana's and clark's as well as some koris floating around that i should post. and a donna. and a dick. and a bart. and a- you know what. maybe i should just post the doodles

[sugardaddy-glucoseguardian]

DPXDC IDEA:

Ok so, angst. Dead on main, and demon SIBLINGS not twins. Soulmate AU where only you know the name of your soulmate and it is guarded jealously.

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Danyal is the 1st son of Bruce and Talia was deemed too much like his father, so they had Damian to replace him as the true heir, Danny became his guard.

Danny dies protecting Damian in an attack on the league, before he dies he tells Damian the name of his soul mate and asks him to give him his love if he ever finds him and tell him sorry he couldn't be there.

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Danyal gasps through the hole in his lung, blood pours out of him. But he did it. He did his job. Damian was safe. He killed all the intruders after him.

He drags his feet toward Damian room, he has to be sure he's ok, then he can rest. Alarm bells ring in the back of his head, soft and incessant. Danyal ignores them.

Pain pulses from the many punctures and slices on his body but he makes it. He pushes the door open.

"Ahki!" A small voice cries out, Damian only seven looks terrified. He rushes over and Danyal looses the fight with his body to keep upright. He collapses in the middle of the room with Damian supporting his head.

"Ahki?! Please we need to get you to the medics or or the Pit! You've lost so much blood." Small hands press on his wounds trying to staunch the bleeding.

Danyal suddenly realizes he's dying. The blood loss and what he now realizes is poison are extensive. He's not going to make it. Mother won't waste the Pit on a failure, but at least he'll die with Dami.

A though strikes him, one last selfish request, then he'll rest.

"Dami-" His voice breaks and he coughs up a bunch of blood. Damian mutters at him to - shut up you're fine, stop talking you're making it worse.

"Damian, please, I have a request." Distantly Danyal registers this is the first time he's seen Damian openly cry.

"A-anything Ahki, but you'll be Fine!" He sobs pressing harder on his chest. Danyal feels the edges of his vision fading.

"My soulmate-" Damians eyes go wide- " is named Jason Todd, if you meet him pass on my love? And tell him... I'm sorry I couldn't....... meet him. "Danyals struggles to focus on Damians face, he can't hear his sobs anymore, all he can see is Damians bright green eyes,

"ahibuk....akhi."

And Danyal knew no more.

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Years pass, damian goes to Bruce's. Damian realizes Todd is Danny's SM. He also realizes hes not going to want to talk to damian, so he lures Todd to the manor. He uses his skills to restrain Todd in the dining room. While everyone freaks out, he kisses Jason on the cheek. Everyone freezes.

Damian whispers " Danyal is sorry he could not be here to meet you, he sends his love through me, he died an honourable death."

Jason is stunned and Damian walks away.

Jason had never told anyone his soulmates name.

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AN: I had ideas to keep it as he died or that he becomes Danny phantom but this is all I have energy for rn.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: consultant groups can be used to outsource problems for companies so why not monarchies?

Danny is listening to the various eyeballs and ghosts chatter on about all the issues that he now has to oversee and advise and make so many freaking decisions on. It’s annoying that it all has to come down to his call because he was a dumb 14 year old who didn’t want his town to permanently live in the ghost zone.

Now 17, King of the Infinite, and a bit wiser to the world, Danny is doing his best to balance his teenage ambitions to not give a shit and his protective obsession to very much give a shit.

Sams parents are making her learn the family business and Tucker is trying to make this internship he’s got with a fancy tech company out of New Jersey into a career without college… so while they’re commiserating with Danny the idea comes up.

Earth has a shit ton of heroes. Like, ever since the Justice League *poofed* the GIW out of existence with the Meta human acts- more and more caped crusaders seemed to be coming out of the wood work. More villains too but still, more people who seemed wise to their abilities and morals. Danny has literally never taken an ethics class.

But rn, Eye-mothy and Eye-Bert are arguing over how Danny as King Phantom is supposed to tackle the problem of some fucking pool acting as a weird trade route with a cult and… ugh it’s just so boring but like also such a fucking problem. But… maybe it can be someone else’s issue.

Opening a portal, Danny escapes into space and gets to work finding the base of operations- Tucker had told him there was a new satellite after all and there’s no way it wasn’t connected to the hero orgs- and boom he flies into the Watchtower.

“Hey- are any of you guys willing to consult on some weird pools of ectoplasm in Pakistan? Green and glowing little lakes of bullshit and magic?” Danny asks into the meeting room of the JL regardless of their startled and alarmed exclamations.

“… I could consult on that.” A voice comes from the corner, and Danny recognizes him as one of the bat people. Or bird? The guy is in a lot of red and clearly wasn’t supposed to be in this meeting based on the way he’s propped in the corner. The room erupts in protest but Danny barely hears them through his excitement and focus on the dude.

“Great! I’ll have him back before the end of the day! Lets go Bird boy!” And with that, Danny grabbed the Bird, chucked them both through a portal back into his thrown room and begins to explain the way these eyeballs are totally trying to trap him into doing more work than he needs to do.

“What do I call you by the way? I’m Danny but you’ll probably hear them call me King Phantom.”

“I go by Red Robin, and honestly, I’ve been trying to get this shit taken care of for years.”

From there Tim becomes a regular consultant for King Phantom- the Bat Family is losing their minds with him constantly going to the land of the dead but also Constantine said not to piss off the king at all costs.

Danny is just thrilled that this dude has a shit ton of insight as well as business sense- like he could legit run the monarchy way better than him despite the fact that they’re the same age.

They end up working together for years, and even when there’s not an active issue at hand, Danny will meet up with the bird just to talk.

Sam and Tucker think they’re hilarious each time they ask if Danny’s proposed yet.

Tim has already planned their wedding but all of that information is in a folder more secured than the nuclear codes- Danny needs to ask him on a date first.

[1-ker0sene-1]

Your blog is like a buffet, thank you 🥺 I would like to maybe put in a wee little request of poly 141 with a reader that has arthritis with pain flare ups maybe, I'm kinda going through it rn with a bad flare

{Thank you for your lovely words and great request! I'm sorry about your flare, I hope it goes down soon!♥️ Take care of yourself pookie♥️ paraffin wax has helped some friends of mine :)}

John notices your flare first. The way you try to breathe through your pain and continue your tasks, eyes close and shudder for a second. His eyes soften and a frown etches on his face. Oh sweet thing, you've done enough. He just wants you to rest. He'll move closer to your side, a hand sliding warmly up your back before holding the nape of your neck. Authoritative, yet in a gentle manner.

"Darlin'?.. you doin' alright?"

He asks, he knows you're not. But whether you tell him you are or not gives him an inside to exactly how much pain you're in.

However no matter how you answer, he's sending you to go rest. Kissing your temple.

"Hm? How about you watch a movie with our boys? I'll take care of dinner.."

His arms wind around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. Kissing on your shoulder. He didn't want you to feel bad for needing a break. Besides the boys waiting on the couch would be more than willing to look after you.

"John you really don't have to worry about it-"

You can hear the creak in his knees as he bends to lift you up. An arm under your knees, and another behind your back. Kissing your cheek, his beard tickling your soft skin.

"We're home now. We can take care of you."

He mumbles. Glancing over as Kyle walks into the kitchen. Tilting his head at the scene.

"Something happen?"

He asks in a bit of alarm, raising his brows. John shakes his head coming over to stand in front of the younger man, holding you up between them. Mindlessly you reach up, skimming your fingers over Kyle's jaw. Who takes your hand gently and kisses your fingertips.

"I'm alright really-"

John sighs at your dismissal. Leaning to kiss Kyle's head just above the brow, explaining to him.

"Flare up.. darlin' will be up in no time. Just needs some rest and care is all."

Kyle hums in acknowledgement, taking you into his own arms. You groan at their dramatics, dolling you around like you can't move at all. But smile as Kyle peppers your cheek in kisses.

"Let's get you to the couch lovie.. I'm sure Johnny will be all too eager to give ya a massage while I get you an ice pack yeah?"

You sigh softly, leaning into his chest as he carries you into the living room. Despite your groaning earlier, it was nice to simply rest. Get the weight off your aching and stiff joints.

"Thank you sweetheart.."

You mumble into him, a smile spreading on his lips.

"Just loving you sweets, nothing any of us wouldn't wanna do."

Coming into the living room around to the couch, Simon sits up stiffly seeing you carried like that. Nearly throwing Johnny off on accident, earning a yelp from the scottsman. Seeing that look of pain threw the blonde man off.

"She alright?"

The question Simon asks makes Johnny blink and sit up as well. Kyle waves them off, slotting you carefully between the two men.

"Flare up."

Is the only words he needs to say. Before both Johnny and Simon envelop you in their arms.

"They're being dramatic- I'm not dying y'know-"

You giggle. Simon chuckles, an arm around Johnny's hips as you lay between them on his chest. Johnny laying almost on you, quite the effective soldier sandwich. Johnny kisses your collarbone. Leaning into the dramatics to cheer you up.

"Our wee lass. How are we ever gettin' by without you?"

He practically purrs. His hands warmly brush over you, serious for a couple seconds.

"Where does it hurt bonnie..?"

As you tell him, he caresses, massages, and feels over each area that you mention to him. Watching you with loving bright eyes. Occasionally leaning down to notch your lips together, swallowing up your groans of comfort. Simon licks his lips watching the both of you, gripping Johnny's mowhawk to pull him back a bit. Kissing him first, sloppy and rough.

You watch the two of them. Pressing a kiss to Johnny's throat from below him, your fingertips skim over Simons arm. When Si disconnects the kiss he leans down to kiss you next, gentle and soft. Moving slow and sweet with you. Now Johnny is watching with a lovestruck grin. Hands still kneading and massaging your aching joints.

Doesn't take long before Kyle walks back in with a couple of ice packs, kissing Simons cheek- which has the blonde pulling back. Just so Kyle can get the next kiss, cheekily pressing his tongue in to run over your mouth. You laugh and pull back when he's had his fun.

"Got your ice baby."

He hums, Simon takes the packs, resting them where Johnny is done massaging.

"Twenty minutes on and off!"

You can all hear John say sternly from the kitchen. Kyle smirks and nudges your shoulder.

"I'll go help the old man with dinner."

He says. You reach out before he can leave, bringing him into some drowning kisses from all three of you on the couch. Kyle finally slips away after a couple minutes of chasing eachothers mouths. Wiping his lips with a dazed smile as he heads back to the kitchen.

Johnny's cheek is on your chest now, cradling the back of his head close to you. Simon is kneading at your hips. Whispering into your hair.

".. We'll get you in a hot bath.. yeah doll? Warm you up.."

His Manchester accent purring in your ear.

"You won't have to move an inch. You take care of everything while we're deployed. Gotta do the same for our girl.."

[syluss-slut]

•°•°•Safe Embrace°•°•

Summary: your uterus pulls a fuck you by starting your period early even if you just had one two weeks ago, but your 6'2 boyfie is here to cuddle the pain away.

Pairings: Sylus×Reader ⚡

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mention of period pain.

A/n: yearning is at an all-time high rn. LIKEYOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD HNSGBFBSHDNBHSN

You walked towards sylus's room in heavy steps. You were even surprised your body could hold on for that long.

Your period took you by surprise, coming back again after not even two weeks. Beauty of womanhood, isn't it? You spoiled your favourite pajama pants because of that and on top of all this, it was a heavy flow. In the middle of a productive week. Could it get any worse?

You knocked on his bedroom door, sylus taking not even a second knock to open it for you. As soon as the door opened, you managed to take one step in and collapsed right after. (Un)surprisingly, you didn't hit the floor, but rather found yourself in sylus' safe embrace, as he caught you just in time.

As he brought you to the bed, you silently start weeping in his chest. Tears run down your face due to the pain you were in.

Alarmed, "what's wrong, kitten?" Sylus enquires, a soft look in his eyes, concern in his voice.

Somehow, it made you cry even more. Your period hormones were driving you crazy.

He sits down on the bed, with you in his arms and now on his lap. One of his hand is on your back, soothing you and the other holds up your chin.

"Talk to me. What is it, sweetie?" He asks, a gentle tone in his voice that you've rarely ever heard him use with anybody other than you.

"Menses" you replied, in a feeble voice through tears.

"You poor thing" sylus thinks to himself.

"Let me get you some painkillers" he says, laying you down. You grab the sleeve of his gray sweater just as he walked out of your reach, making him turn around.

"Stay with me. Please" you croaked.

Wordlessly, sylus slips under the sheets beside you, engulfing you in a hug, making you the smaller spoon.

His large hand is in your hair, massaging slowly, lulling you into sleep.

"Thank you" your voice comes out muffled as you snuggled further into his chest.

With the feeling of being in a safe embrace and under warm sheets, you finally dose off to sleep, the last thing you remember being sylus' lips as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

•°•°•°(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)•°•°•°•

When your eyes open, you don't know how much time has passed, but the first thing you acknowledge is the sheets beside you being empty; however they were still warm.

Sylus must have gotten up not so long ago.

Almost as if summoned by your thoughts, you turn to the doorway upon hearing something, and see sylus holding a tray of food.

Your heart melts at his sweet gesture.

"Here. Eat it all and don't forget your meds" he says, placing the tray on your lap.

You decide this isn't enough, "I'm weak all over, feed them to me?" You request, looking at sylus' face to read his expression.

You hear him chuckle, followed by a nod. He picks up the spoon and does as you asked.

The outcome? A few drops of soup spilled on your lap and some of it around your mouth. You smiled at how much effort he was putting into this, which turned into a giggle, which escalated into full-on laughter.

You notice the corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly, and you don't let it slip.

Never in a hundred years did sylus ever see himself taking care of someone, let alone make them feel so safe as to be vulnerable around him. Truly, you changed his life, for the better.

You wiped your mouth clean and didnt forget the painkillers, obviously.

"Rest. I called you in sick for tomorrow" Fuck. You felt like crying again. How can this man perceive himself as 'evil' or whatever the society labels him as? He's just a sensitive soul forced to harden up.

"You know my heart never truly rests without you beside me" you confess, Patting the space beside you, lifting the comforter for him to slip into.

You lay down, and so does he. The soft moonlight in the now dim room fell on his flawless face, it somehow made him look even prettier.

Silver light on his silver hair. You couldn't possibly resist the urge to pet his fluffy hair and so you did.

"Hmm. Keep doing that" Sylus purrs.

You hug him closer, and he rests his chin on the top of your head. Both of you drifting off to sleep once again.

Who would've thought, the feared leader of onichynus, who could have no trouble putting a bullet through one's head, be so vulnerable in his woman's arm?

[rainkays]

girl please i am on my knees give us another rain x reader the fics are running drier than the sahara desert on this app

at ur service 🫡🫡 (also so sorry for the inactivity ik ive been taking forever to answer asks but i PROMISE im getting to them rn ily) SPOILERS BELOW !!

A LITTLE DEATH | RAIN CARRADINE X FEM! READER (alien romulus)

SYNOPSIS: separated from rain and facing certain death, how far is she willing to go to save you?

WARNINGS: (mentions of blood/death, swearing, kissing)

NOTE: this is gonna be a rain x fem! reader & will be slightly au with reader taking kay’s place during the scene where she’s being chased by the xeno, hope u enjoy <33

THE NEIGHBOR WAS KNOCKING, YEAH.

BUT NO ONE WOULD LET HIM IN…..

everything went sideways faster than you ever could’ve imagined. it was already off to a rough start when navarro had come rushing into the cockpit, frantically searching for her bag before you’d handed it to her.

never in your wildest dreams could you ever have imagined what you witnessed. the sound of a cracking ribcage and blood splatter all over the ships walls were the last thing you could remember.

you weren’t sure how long it had been when you woke the next time, head pressed against the grates on the bottom of the ships floor. smoke rose around you, the sound of the ships alarms blaring as you pushed yourself off the ground. you had to hold back your tears as you passed by navarro’s body, lifeless on the floor.

it was deathly silent, save the alarms, the sound of electricity crackling as you walked through the hull of the ship. you didn’t know where you were, the ship having crashed at any part of the station as far as you knew.

it was only a few steps before you saw what looked like some sort of snake skin on the floor, the sight sending a chill up your spine. you spotted something you couldn’t even begin to explain growing out of the wall, a step closer before you were pulled backwards.

your scream was silenced quickly as you whipped around, turning to face bjorn. you silently exhaled at the sight of him, glad to finally see someone you recognized. he shushed you, removing his hand from your mouth as he looked over at the wall.

he walked closer to it, lightening prod in his hand, the same one you’d seen him grab from the station earlier. you held your breath, your heart beating faster as you watched him turn up the current on the weapon.

it was over nearly as quickly as it started, the loud sound of electrical cracking and smoke as he attempted to kill the creature in front of you.

you could only stand still, frozen as the creature began to burn him, his hand pointing you towards the door. all you had left to do was run.

your hands shook as you made your way to the door, repeatedly pressing the unlock button and failing. your comms were somehow still functioning, static crackling in your ear as you turned it on in hopes of anyone hearing you.

I WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME THERE

MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I AM HUMAN…

rain had never felt like crushing suspense weighing on her chest before. she walked through the room, quiet as humanly possible, the clicking sounds of the same creatures that had attacked navarro all around her.

she could’ve sworn her heart nearly fell out of her chest at the sound of static over the comms. it was you. it had to be you, right?

it quickly caught the attention of tyler and andy, both turning around to see what was so urgent.

“please, please, somebody help me. there’s some fucking- i don’t know what to do, please.”

the voice was distorted, but she would recognize it anywhere. she could practically hear the tremors in your voice over the comms. she quickly put the headset on, speaking into the microphone.

“where are you, what’s going on?”

“oh, jesus christ. thank god, rain. i’m at some door, the ship crashed in this hangar and i can’t fucking get it open.”

“there should be a key somewhere, okay? just look for a key, there has to be one, that’s the only way to get it open.”

there was a moment of silence, rain attributed to your search of a way to open the door.

“i found it, i found it.”

she exhaled, hearing the sound of the door hissing open, before the static crack of the comms cut off your voice again.

she shot a look to tyler, the 3 of them picking up their pace as he tracked your heat signature. there was only a glass door separating you, the relief that washed over both your and rain’s faces evident.

“oh thank god. please, open this fucking door. there’s some kind of security clearance on it, and i can’t get it open.”

rain turned around, ushering andy toward the door as she walked closer toward the glass.

“we’re gonna get you out of there, okay? just trust me, you gotta trust me.”

rain spoke, head against the glass as you glanced over your shoulder. your heart thrummed against your chest as you watched andy stand still, both rain and tyler pleading with him to open the door.

“guys, please. please, what are you doing? come on, open the door. open the fucking door! please!”

you felt the blood drip from the wound on the side of your head, the sound of metal creaking altering you of a presence behind you. you watched as the color in rain’s face drained, andy’s face stoic.

“rain, please open the door, please. please, you have to help me, okay?”

“you’re gonna be fine baby, we’re gonna get the door open, okay? just keep your eyes on me, don’t look away.”

your chest rise and fell rapidly, the sounds behind you growing closer. you watched as rain’s fists gripped the collar of andy’s suit, pleading with him. his eyes looked between the two of you, your hands pressed against the glass.

andy walked closer to the door, looking at the keypad. you turned around, no sign of anyone in the room with you.

“andy, please, please. please, you have to let me in, please.”

rain looked up at him, her hand on his arm as he reached for the keypad.

“fuck, thank god.”

the door hissed and slid open as you squeezed your way through the crack as it did. you fell into rain’s arms, the sound of the door beginning to close once more as something smashed into the glass.

“i got you, i got you. you’re okay.”

rain spoke into your ear, hands smoothing over your back as the two of you fell to the floor. she pulled the two of you up, hands steadying on your shoulders. there was ringing in your ears, the sound of your heartbeat destroying her words as she spoke.

she grabbed your hand, leading you to the elevator. she silently thanked god that andy opened that door for you. she held onto you, hands gripping the material of your t shirt. she wouldn’t let you go again.

MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I AM HUMAN, AGAIN….

[wingedshadowfan]

tw: the scene where caitlyn and maddie are in bed together

a friend is rewatching arcane s2 rn and pointed out that even though it's very dark and kind of hard to tell, the room caitlyn and maddie are in in that scene doesn't look like caitlyn's room!!

now this might be a false alarm but if it isn't, here's what that implies:

caitlyn didn't let maddie into her actual bed (we all cheered!). now i very seriously doubt they're in maddie's house for reasons of wealth and convenience, which means there are like three possible ways things could've gone down w/ caitlyn and maddie sleeping together.

1) most likely caitlyn (and maddie, individually) took a guest bedroom somewhere in the council building, which means she's been so busy with the zaun invasion in pursuit of jinx, she literally hasn't been home and sleeping in her own bed (which is just sad because it implies overworking herself and disconnecting with her home and family, even the memory of the mother she's trying to avenge)

2) if this is just another room in caitlyn's house (which would be crazy, just imagine caitlyn's dad meeting maddie), has caitlyn been sleeping in her own bed when she's by herself and only going to this guest bedroom when maddie is with her?? that must've been so inconvenient and awkward to establish between them lol

3) if this is just another room in caitlyn's house and she hasn't been using it only when she's with maddie, that would imply she had the opportunity to sleep in her own bed (even without maddie) and she chose not to. could it be that after her fight with vi, caitlyn hasn't been sleeping in her own room in general because of the memories they shared there together?

i think 1) is the most likely, followed by 3) and then 2).

and lastly, let's remember that after the explosion that injures vi, caitlyn is sick with worry for her. jinx just surrenders and caitlyn can't even decide what to do with her - she's too worried abt vi recovering and likely wants it to be her decision too, having seen their family bond and truly understood now.

caitlyn most likely takes vi to a hospital/doctor and then takes her to her house, so she can ensure her safety. caitlyn who's been so busy she hasn't been sleeping in her own bed, is calling the enforcers out of zaun, and is preparing for war lets an injured vi sleep in her bed immediately, even before they've talked things out between them (which means a lot, esp if she never let maddie into her bed, or if she had right until now).

moreover, in the scene where vi wakes up and we see loris has been taking care of her too, we also see a bunch of throw pillows on the other side of the bed next to vi. they're obviously not for him. caitlyn has been sitting (not sleeping) there, taking care of vi even with everything else going on. waiting for her to wake up so she can make the call for what happens to jinx. true fucking love or whatever.

symbolically, caitlyn either returns to her house, to herself and her family (after seeing the love in vi's), to what matters, in order to take care of vi and because she's not commander anymore, at least not in the original intended way once jinx is captured and she calls off the zaun invasion, or she's still in a council bedroom because there's yet much work to do but has been finding time to come home and take care of vi despite that.

i also want to point out another thing. when vi wakes up and comes to confront caitlyn abt imprisoning jinx (which, honestly, is better than letting a random enforcer kill her or have her cause more damage which is what could've happened if she'd let her go, which caitlyn eludes to), maddie is already there in the room with caitlyn but we only see one chair. maddie isn't meant to be there in caitlyn's house. she isn't meant to sit down and make herself comfortable. (and yes, we see two chairs when ambessa comes to talk to caitlyn but it's also intentional what gets shown when). when caitlyn tells her, "check on my father?" and dismisses her before she has the chance to interact with vi, she means this is all her relationship w/ maddie is to her. and in the very end of the show when we see vi humming her mother's song to herself, she's in the same room. there are two chairs there now.

i'm so fucked but this is all speculation.

[anonity]

wrote something quick and sweet for you guys because i have a whopping 40 pages of angst sitting in my drafts rn.. do we want the pazzi fic first or the paige x reader fic? 

anyways enjoy

summary: azzi drags paige out of bed at 6 in the morning, just to go to the gym. (also, they’re dating and paige is in love) WC: 1000ish

beep, beep, bee–

paige buries her head into her pillow as silence befalls the room – for three seconds. then, it gets ripped out from underneath her. 

“morning, paige!” azzi’s voice rings, annoyingly chipper for – paige cracks an eye open, finally looking at her alarm – 6 in the morning.

hesitantly, hoping if she moved slowly enough azzi would not notice she was awake, she looked towards where the voice had come from. instead, she comes face to face with neon pink. azzi steps back, and paige finally gets to take in everything in front of her – gray sweats, a bright hoodie, and a black gym bag slung over her shoulder.

the sight makes paige want to die. 

“az,” she groans, yanking their blanket up over her head, “it’s six in the morning.”

azzi promptly pulls the entire comforter away. “six-thirty,” she corrects helpfully, balling up the blanket and leaving it on the opposite end of the bed. paige groans again, reaching blindly for it. it’s decidedly too far, so she settles instead on falling limply against the mattress.

azzi’s nose scrunches in response. “you promised you’d come to the gym with me.”

paige mumbles something that sounds like another complaint, but her voice is muffled in the mattress. azzi shoves her shoulder, forcing her face up. “c’mon, don’t make me pull you out.”

paige just barely cracks a smile. “you never have to pull out, ma.”

“paige!” azzi yelps in response, slapping her chest half-heartedly. “that doesn’t even make sense! get up!”

feeling particularly unamused again, paige's voice comes out groggy. “you know not to make plans with me before nine in the morning.”

azzi’s eyes narrow. “then you shouldn’t have said you’d go with me.”

paige doesn’t answer, throwing an arm over her eyes instead. azzi lets out an overly-emphasized sigh, leaning down so her face is level with paige’s.”you’re lucky i think you’re cute.”

paige peeks out from under her arm. she’s met with that soft, sickeningly fond look azzi reserves only for her, and can’t help the smile it warrants. “you think i’m cute?”

“i think you’re lazy,” azzi shoots back, standing straight again. “but, because i know you soo well, i brought you coffee.”

paige perks up immediately, reaching for the cup expectantly. “you’re the best, az.”

azzi immediately pulls back, holding it just out of reach. “nuh-uh,” she chides, a glint in her eye that can only mean trouble for paige. “not until you’re ready to go.”

paige scowls. “you’re joking.”

“it’s strategic.”

the second the word leaves azzi’s mouth, it’s a mistake – she knows it because paige immediately shoots up from the bed, wrapping her arms around her. 

“paige!” she tries to sound annoyed, but the giggle that follows is indisputable. “get off of me!”

paige immediately fumbles for the coffee cup, a disposable one from downstairs, and briefly wonders when azzi had time to even go get it. “taunting opponents is not a strategy, it’s a flagrant foul,” she corrects, still fighting for the drink. azzi pokes her side in that spot that always has paige jerking away and frees herself, holding the still-intact coffee up triumphantly. 

“all is fair in love and basketball,” she grins. 

paige scowls. “don’t use my favorite movie against me.”

“it’s my favorite movie.”

“i had it first.”

“you did not!”

“did too, i’m older than you.”

baffled, azzi jerks back. “what does that have to do with anything?”

paige straightens, looking particularly smug. “it means i had time to watch it before you did.”

“paige!” azzi groans, shoving her towards the dresser. “get dressed!”

paige grumbles but acquiesces, yanking on a pair of sweatpants and a thin t-shirt. there’s cold biting through the windows of their apartment, and azzi briefly comments on paiges lack of a jacket, but paige shrugs her off lazily. “ion’ need no jacket, i’m a big dawg.”

azzi doesn’t try to correct her again, (even though the phrase big dawg has her rolling her eyes) and instead leans against the doorframe of their room. paige all but throws herself back onto the bed, tying her shoes with drama only rivaled by toddlers.

azzi tracks each tug of laces with barely concealed amusement, taking a purposefully loud sip of paige’s coffee.

giving one last tug, paige stands from the bed and saunters over to where azzi is leaned. raising her eyebrows and staring expectantly at the coffee again, azzi finally hands it over. “now, all that drama was for nothing,” she says pointedly. paige hums as if she disagrees, but doesn’t add to her argument as she follows azzi out the door.

they don’t speak again until their feet land on the sidewalk outside. the air in storrs is sharp, frost clinging to the ground like broken cobwebs, and paige can’t help the shiver that wracks her body.

really and truly, she should have grabbed a hoodie like azzi had suggested. she can already hear the i told you so forming in azzi’s mouth, though, so paige stays quiet. instead, she scrunches her nose against the breeze and turns finally to look over azzi’s features.

the sun is just barely rising – the barren trees lining the sidewalk are casting long, soft shadows across her face. azzi walks a step ahead, hands tucked into her hoodie pockets and posture straight. the light flickers over her features – the way her lashes fan against her eyebrows, the pink dusting the easy slope of her nose, the way her lips are tugged into that ever-present smile.

paige can’t help the way her gaze lingers. azzi’s exhale rises in a delicate plume, curling lazily into the quiet air. 

paige thinks she’s pretty – and, actually, that she’s quite lucky to have someone like azzi dragging her out at 6 in the morning.

ever the instigator, though, paige chooses not to voice the softness of her thoughts. instead, she tears her gaze away and rolls her eyes. “you’re lucky i love you.”

azzi glances over, dimples falling over her face as she grins again. her voice is soft, tinged with a quiet warmth meant only for paige to hear. “i know.”

[lxkeee]

I am not feeling well rn can I get lucifer taking care of his sick s/o..

LUCIFER TAKING CARE OF HIS SICK S/O HEADCANONS

This man... Doesn't know how to take care of himself.

But, he does know how to take care of his significant other.

When Lucifer finds out his beloved darling is sick, he was so worried.

He didn't know sinners can get sick.

They do, he just didn't know as he doesn't go out much to learn more about his people.

Anyways,

When he found out [y/n] still sleeping in which is unusual.

He got worried and decided to wake them up.

He went to their/his/her room to see [y/n] curled up in a ball and he thought his darling was just tired and wanted to give them/him/her some more time to sleep.

When Lucifer was about to leave, he heard a sneeze.

🚨 alarm rang into his head.

He quickly went to [y/n]'s side, seeing how tired and pale they/he/her is/were.

Placing a hand over [y/n]'s forehead, wincing as he felt the heat from their/his/her skin.

“Oh god... You're burning up...” Lucifer murmurs making [y/n] groan softly.

Panic. It's been so long since he had taken care of someone sick.

He quickly left the room to get a bowl of cold water and some cloth. Retuning back to [y/n]'s room.

He gently folded the cloth and dipped it into the cold water, squeezing the excess water before placing the cloth on to his beloved's forehead.

The cold helps cool down the temperature of their/his/her skin.

“Thank you, love...” [y/n] murmurs, opening their/his/her eyes slowly, voice weak.

Lucifer tried not to tear up but gave [y/n] a small smile, “Don't worry about it...” he says and [y/n] smiled before returning to sleep.

Lucifer sighs as he left the room, going to the kitchen to prepare some soup for [y/n] as they/he/she still needed breakfast and need to take some meds.

Lucifer prepares the soup, leaving the pot to boil as he looked through the medicine kit for some medicine that can help her.

Finding none, he had to text Charlie to get him some and the girl was glad to help him and [y/n].

Lucifer continues to cook as he waited for Charlie to bring him the medicine.

Coincidentally, after the soup was done. Charlie arrived with the medicine and promised to visit [y/n] once they/he/she feels more better.

Lucifer thanked her daughter and watched her leave.

Retuning back to the task at hand, he prepared a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a glass of water and along with some medicine.

He places them on to the tray, carrying it back to [y/n]'s room.

Placing the tray into the table, he noticed [y/n] seems to be sweating a lot from their/his/her fever.

He gently wakes them/him/her up enough for him to ask for their/his/her consent.

“Darling, I'm going to change your shirt okay? So that you'll be more comfortable...” he says and [y/n] nodded.

Lucifer smiles before going to [y/n]'s closet to look for a comfortable tshirt they/he/she could wear.

Using his powers, Lucifer closes his eyes as he ltet his power do the work of changing [y/n] out of their/his/her shirt.

Placing the used t-shirt into the laundry basket before returning to [y/n]'s side, nudging them/him/her awake gently.

“Wake up love, I've prepared some soup for you and some medicine for you to drink after.”

This man would feed his darling despite [y/n] protesting they/he/she can do it.

He wouldn't listen to them/him/her and just feed them/him/her himself.

After giving [y/n] their/his/her meal and making them/him/her take medicine.

He would keep watch and monitor [y/n]'s healing progress, changing the cloth when it's no longer cold. Waking [y/n] up when it's time to take meds.

Man is worried the whole time.

When [y/n] returns back to normal, it would be his turn to get sick as he occasionally gives [y/n] forehead kisses when they/he/she were/was sick.

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[miumura]

( 🥞 ) WARMTH FOR TWO — NICHOLAS DRABBLE

[ DAY TEN ] of the advent calendar !

( 🥞 ) RELEASING . you’re cold, but he’s warm. so, what’s the solution for that on a cold, chilly morning?

( ෆ ) PAIRING . bf!nicholas x gn!reader

( 🥞 ) GENRE . fluff, established relationship

( ෆ ) WARNINGS . skinship, that’s all i believe ~~ WC 400+ !

( 🥞 ) ENDING . this was made for my bae @flwoie since we both r going insane over nicho rn !! i love him sm

The ringing of your alarm jolted you awake, the familiar sound startling you. You struggled to keep your eyes open, wrapped in a huge blanket. Rolling to the left side of the bed, you realized that Nicholas wasn’t in the room, only meaning he could be in the bathroom or making breakfast. But, the smell of the pancakes already answered your question, prompting you to get up from laying down.

Once you shrugged off the blanket, a chill immediately pricked your skin, making you try to rub your hands along your arms. It just had to be this cold today, but that’s always December for you. Swiftly making your way to the kitchen, you caught sight of the back of your boyfriend, cooking something up on the stove. If you were going to be completely honest, he looks super fine right now–when was he never hot?

"Hey," you greeted, sidling up next to him, trying to sneak a quick bite. "Morning," Nicholas responded, his tone suggesting a smile. He promptly fed you a piece, chuckling once you signaled your approval.

"How was your sleep?" Nicholas grabbed the eggs from the counter, cracking them onto the pan. You yawned, stretching your arms. "Pretty good. And you?"

“Not too bad."

Shifting the conversation, you said, "It's pretty cold—how are you in a short-sleeved shirt right now?" Nicholas glanced at his shirt, then back to yours. You were in a long-sleeved pajama set, still seemingly shivering from the cold.

"I've gotten used to it?" Nicholas chuckled softly, still stealing glances at you while you focused on preparing the two cups of coffee. "Are you cold?"

“Very,” The cold air continued to hit you despite the long layer over your arms. You continued to rub your hands, grabbing his attention. Sensing your discomfort, Nicholas, without a word, tenderly took your cold hands in his, the icy touch meeting his warm skin. He drew you closer, making you stand behind him. Surprising you with the sudden heat, a small smile graced his lips as he enveloped your arms around his waist.

Allowing his shirt to cover your hands, he used his free hand to rub yours, hoping it would just be enough for you. Your breath hitched at the unexpected but comforting warmth that radiated from Nicholas. Gradually, you relaxed under his touch, resting the side of your face against his back, staying put.

"You're such a flirt," you teased, hearing his laughter. "What? You're cold, and I'm warm – it's just warmth for two."

💭 — should i start writing for &team 🤔🤔🤔

ADVENT CALENDAR MLIST — @en-dream @i-yeseo @yizhoutv @yuma-is-mine @wtfhyuck

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Not Yet

daemon x stepdaughter!reader

anon request - ty for letting me bring us filthy step daddy daemon

Summary: Daemon catches you tanning out back and has to do something about how he finds you.

Warnings: 18+ daddy kink, cheating, spanking, fingering, edging, p in v, raw next question

Authors Note: hey um this came so fast so did i i’ve got a ridiculous amt of daddy docs rn and im not mad at it - more daddy daemon coming soon, hopefully this week!!

Word Count: 2.2k of zero plot

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You had gotten into a fight with your mother which resulted in her excluding you from her vacation with your siblings. Not that you cared. It left you alone with the exception of your step dad, but he was busy working so basically you got to spend the next couple of weeks alone. By the time you woke up he was long gone and when he returned for the night you were already locked away in your room or out with friends.

Today the UVs were perfect and the slight breeze whispered of how it could offer a cooling kiss as you tanned by the pool. You throw together a bag on your bed of oils, sunglasses, and a book if you tire of your phone. You pull off your sleeping shirt and put on your favorite bikini. You admire yourself in the mirror and take a couple of pictures to post before you walk through the house. 

You stop in the kitchen and grab a couple of drinks and fruit before carrying your supplies out to the patio and dumping them onto the pool bed next to your favorite one. You set up the spare bed how you like it before moving the umbrella to cast your bed in the golden light. Once you have everything situated you start to coat your skin in your tanning oil before laying back on the bed. 

You sink into the plush material and a smile starts to form across your features. You grab your phone and play music and set an alarm to tell you when to flip before leaning back in the bed and letting the warmth take over. The breeze is wafting through the leaves and you can hear the slight ripple of the water helping truly put you at ease. The sweet smell of your oil greets your nose and you softly shake your head at how this is better than any vacation your mother would’ve taken you on.

Your alarm goes off and you peel your eyes open and start to sit up. When you move your bottoms shift and you groan seeing a tan line forming. You shrug knowing that your step dad won’t be home for hours and start to pull off your bikini. Once the fabric is discarded on the other bed you flip and restart your alarm. A shiver runs through you at the breeze and you smile clinging deeper to the pillow you’re resting against. The alarm goes off and you give a slight jump from being half asleep. You roll over in the sun once more and grab your phone and a drink. 

You smile at the comments on your post and read through them as you sip on the cool drink, the liquid offering you a small reprieve from the heat. Setting the drink down once more you go to set your alarm when the patio door slams shut. You turn and see your step dad and discard your phone and grab the blanket from the bed attempting to cover yourself.

“Why are you home?” you watch him walk around the bed and look down at you.

“This is my house.” Daemon watches the blanket shift as you sit up. “Why are you naked in the backyard? Where anyone could see.” you offer him a small pout at his words.

“No one will see.” he watches as the blanket starts to fall down your chest. “I don’t want any tanlines.” you scoot closer to him with pleading eyes.

“I came home and saw you. What if the gardener came? Or the neighbors?” he hums, tilting your chin further up. 

“But it's just you daddy.” you watch his eyes darken. 

“Put your bikini back on.” he pulls the blanket from your body. “Gods, you’re so indecent.” he watches your skin and nipples pebble from the breeze. 

You slowly stand from the bed and blink up at him before turning to the other bed and slowly grabbing your bottoms. As you step into them you wish this would’ve gone differently. You wish you met Daemon before your mother, but you quite like how your dynamic with him is now. You peak over your shoulder at him and see his jaw clenched and you turn back around, bending over to grab your top.

It is taking all of his restraint not to keep you bent over that bed. Your skin is glowing in the sun from the oil and he just wants to run his hands all over you. He gave up a long time ago trying to hide his desire for you. You're his favorite fantasy and he doesn’t try to deny that to himself. He doesn’t care that you’re his ste-

“Better, daddy?” you turn and look up at him. 

“This is your bikini?” he runs his tongue along his lower lip as he grabs one of the straps. “I’ve seen napkins bigger than this.” he shakes his head letting his fingers trail down your body. He starts to walk around you, never taking his hands off of you. “What tanlines could this possibly leave?” he chuckles.

“There would’ve been lines.” he notes how breathy your voice is.

“Mm.” he nods. He stops when he’s behind you and groans as the string to your bottoms disappears by your ass. He can’t help himself and digs his fingers into your tender flesh and you let out a small whimper. He pulls you against his chest and his hands engulf your breasts, “What do you think this is covering?” he whispers as he pinches your nipples that are barely covered by the small triangle.

“Daddy,” you whine when he rolls your nipples. 

“Out here naked for anyone to see.” he tsks and pinches your hardened peaks once more. “I’m gonna have to punish you.” you gasp when his lips press against your neck. Your soft whines are going straight to his cock and he pulls back and takes a seat on the bed you were tanning on. You turn to him with a soft pout and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Over my knees.” he grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

He helps settle you over his legs and all of his attention on your ass and the small string from your thong that disappears. When he softly tugs the string up his ears are graced with a small whine. He shushes you before pulling it more harshly before bringing his other hand down onto your ass. You dig into the blanket when his palm lands on your other cheek before quickly connecting with the first once more. 

“You know why daddy is spanking you right?” he starts to smooth his hands over your heated skin.

“Because I was naked.” you look over your shoulder at him. “Please,” you whimper when he pulls your thong again. 

“Because you were naked outside.” he watches your teeth dig into your lip when he spanks you again. 

“So I can be naked inside?” you squirm when his fingers dig into your ass.

“If I find you naked in the house you’re gonna end up over my knees again.” his palm lands on your ass again.

“Even if I’m in my room?” he watches you squeeze your legs together. He squints his eyes at you and starts to pull your bottoms off and sees your arousal soaking them. “Daddy,” you whimper when he spanks you again. He spreads your legs and watches your pleasure seep out of you as his palm continues to meet your ass.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying your punishment this much, naughty girl.” he chuckles at your moan when his palm lands on your center.

“Yes, please,” you plead as he slams two fingers into you and lands his palm on your ass again. 

He listens to your pleasure coat his fingers as he continues to pound them into you while alternating spanking you. You have your head pressed against the bed as you fist the blankets focusing on his fingers. Your high is fast approaching and your toes start to curl as it races towards you. Daemon chuckles lowly watching your legs curl up towards him and he starts to move his fingers even faster. 

“Yes, I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off with the scream as he pulls his fingers out stealing your high from you. “Please, please,” you whine when he lifts you off.

“Take off this top and lay back on the bed.” he rises and towers above you watching you bare yourself to him once more. 

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to be naked outside anymore.” you look up at him once your top is discarded.

He grabs your arm and lifts you up to lay you on your back. You whine at the contact on your ass and squirm trying to get comfortable. You stop moving when Daemon starts to crawl over you and brings his hand between your legs. You sigh in relief when he starts to circle your slick bud. He starts to dip down but instead of capturing your lips he captures a nipple. His teeth tug at the peak and your legs try to shut around his waist. 

He slips his fingers back inside of you and listens to your high pitched cries. You’re slowly rocking your hips against his fingers as you feel your pleasure building once more. Daemon kisses and bites across your chest before taking your other nipple into his mouth. He barely swirls his tongue around it, just wanting to encase it in his warm mouth and tease you some more. He feels you start to flutter around him as your pleas get louder.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he lifts up and watches you nod your head quickly. “Mm, I don’t think you want it enough yet.” he removes his hand and watches your chest heave as you look at him with round eyes. 

“Gods daddy, please,” he smirks, hearing your whining. “Please, I’ll be good, please, please,” you reach for his hand and he sits back. 

He watches as you spread your legs wider for him and he shakes his head. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer, smirking at your sigh of relief. You gasp as he lifts your hips and lowers his mouth and lashes his tongue against your bud. He watches your eyes roll back as you start to go limp. Wrapping his hands around you to support you better, he begins to devour you and watch your body hum with pleasure. 

You’re trying your hardest not to show him how much pleasure he’s giving you because you don’t want him to take it away again. Gods he’s licking at you so completely you can’t help every whimper and plea that makes it past your lips. He chuckles feeling your legs shake on either side of his head, the vibrations pulling a moan from you. 

“Please, yes, daddy I-

“Not yet.” he pulls back and watches as the tears slip over the edges of your eyes. “Mm, what's wrong?” he chuckles watching your lip wobble.

“Please, please,” you continue to plead as he lays you back on the bed. As you're wiping your face he quickly takes his clothes and is crawling over you once more. 

He presses his lips to your neck as you continue to plead. His fingers find your wetness once more, feeling his cock ache as listens to your begging. He starts to rub at your throbbing bud once more and you feel yourself shooting upwards. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut and he slams himself into your core. Your eyes rip open as a scream catches in your throat. 

“How does daddy’s cock feel?” he starts to pound into watching you slide up the bed. “Tell me.” he chuckles at your little gasps.

“Good, I-I, please,” your words breathy and slurred. “Can I-’ you cry out.

“Hm?” he leans down and rolls his hips into yours before continuing at this brutal pace. 

“Can I, please,” you whine. “Can I come please?” you gasp.

“You wanna come all over daddy's cock?” he watches you nod as your whole body trembles. 

“Please.” you whisper.

“Since you asked so nicely I’ll let you.” you explode at his words. “That’s my good girl.” he pants as he continues to pound into you.

His pace never falters as he chases his own release. You’re squeezing around him so tightly, it’s all his mind is focusing on. He has a bruising grip on your hips and he pulls you against him after every thrust. Your nails are digging into his arms as whines and gasps are pulled from you. With one last demanding snap of his hips he spills his seed into, pressing his forehead to yours and groaning lowly.

“Thank you.” you pant, clinging against him as waves of pleasure still wash through you.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he lifts you up and begins to carry you into the house.

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💌 roommate!jack pt. 3

part 2. part 1

you obviously tell the other you love them before you get together because you were friends first, but you don’t say it often. jack remembers the first time he accidentally said it: calling you up after classes were over and telling you drive safely home bc it was raining, he ends the call with a casual ‘I love you’ and wants to jump off a bridge.

there’s a spider in the kitchen ; you shriek and jump into the counter, yelling for jack. he comes in, frantic, holding his hockey stick as if ready to strike when he sees the spider on the ground. he laughs lowly and carefully traps the spider and takes it out if the house. when he comes back, you’re still on the counter, still looking slightly shaken. you do not fuck with spiders, or any bug for that matter.

^ you simply refused to hop off the counter which ends up with Jack asking you if you want him to carry you back to the living room. you accept, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, taking in his masculine scent and the feeling of his arms strongly holding you. (kmsing)

you randomly touch his biceps once and you’re like wtff what are they feeding you and he just smirks. you want that cookie so effing bad.

^like need him to rearrange your insides with how man he’s being rn

having to celebrate the holidays together bc the snowstorm cancelled all your flights :( how sad :( holed up in your apartment :( with each other :(

you wake him up by smacking a pillow on his face & he wakes you up with a cute breakfast in bed

little irks for each other that you end up growing fond of: him hating your alarm clock but enjoying the sounds of you moving around your room and getting ready, you hating his favorite ice cream flavor but it eventually just becomes your favorite 🥹

the heating in the building is down, clothes and blankets aren’t enough to keep warm, what ever will we do.

him helping you with something in your computer but he does that thing where he comes up behind you, chin on ur shoulder, caging you entirely while he fixes your problem (AAHHH)

you doing karaoke while he’s trying to focus on the game he’s playing and gives up eventually l, doing karaoke with you

^ literally can’t get annoyed with you. he loves everything you do.

one of you accidentally brings a clingy date home and desperately asks for the others’ help

one of you forgetting your keys, shyly tapping on the others window and giving them a heart attack

decorating the apartment together for holidays

him on a roadie seeing a text from the building saying there was a fire earlier. him going insane bc your location showed you were still at home and you hadn’t contacted him all day. he only feels a sense of calm when he hears your voice on the other line letting him okay you’re okay.

singing each other to sleep

painting walls together omg. you not being able to reach high enough for the ceiling and him hoisting you on his shoulders. his hair tickling your inner thighs has you thinking many many many thoughts

running errands together !! groceries, the bank, adult stuff that you turn into fun when you’re around eachother

him teaching you how to play a game on his controller, using the opportunity to be as close to you as possible and touch your hands

^ he’s basically on top of you. “do we have to be in this position?” “yes.”

^ making you sit on his lap when he teaches you to drive the boat OHH

bouncing off the walls when you’re finally his, he’s so so happy

pls pls pls leave feedback it’s a weird fetish i have (validation)

[fickle-fixations]

I'm a Fool to Hold you

Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: One of several eventual prequel drabbles to Chaos, He Politely Knocked (So I Opened the Door.) “What use was an attack dog that knew how to lay down at someone’s feet and close its eyes and wag its tail and dream?”

Word Count: 661 Genre: angst, character study // Warnings: reader is hardly there this one is mostly about his feelings for you, reader is horny tho (implied), Jake's depressingly low view of himself, DID masking, extremely liberal use of italics, minimally edited enjoy my word vomit // no pronouns, physical descriptions, or anything gender-y about reader

Suggested listening: I'm a Fool to Want You - Frank Sinatra

Oh, Jake my tortured, tortured beloved. I've hardly posted lately because I'm really focused on finishing my degree rn but these words just started coming to me and I didn't want to waste them. Enjoy <3

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Jake hadn’t expected to see you when he got home. If he’d known you’d be back before they were, he would have made more of an effort to coax Steven or Marc to the front on his walk from the bus back to the apartment. He especially hadn’t expected you to run out of the room you shared with Marc and Steven (and himself) as soon as he opened the door and throw yourself into his arms, pantsless and musk-scented and so, so warm. He hadn't expected you to attack him with kisses and grasp at his hair, and nuzzle against him like an animal in heat. He never could have imagined something so wonderful happening to him at all. 

He hadn’t meant to front - he never meant to. He almost never meant to. Not now anyways. Not now that Khonshu had been quiet and Marc and Steven were safe and you were in their lives. But on the bus, behind Steven’s eyes, Jake had seen ‘Caucasian male. 50s. Average build. 5’ 10”. Shoulder-length grey-blond hair.’ And he’d known that that description fit almost two percent of London’s population. And moreso than that, Jake knew it couldn’t be him because he’d killed Harrow himself, but this person had ticked just the right boxes, set off just the right number of alarm bells in Jake’s mind, that he’d been ripped forward by instinct alone. 

He’d felt like an idiot. But a well-trained dog will still attack on command, whether his victim was a murderer or the mailman, it was not for creatures like Jake to discriminate. His job was only to come when called. 

But he was still here. And so were you. And he fought the need to pull you closer, and hold you like he’d always wanted, and whisper everything he’d ever wanted to say to you, and treat you the way he’d always wanted to. With stuttering movements, his hand came to rest lightly on the small of your back, and he managed to clumsily gather his thoughts enough to decide that you needed Marc. He was too tired from being on high-alert for the past half hour to mimic Steven’s accent and particular turns of phrase anyways. So he held you with firm, steady hands, and after locking the door, lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. And he’d give you ‘honey’ and ‘baby’ and assuring words in even tones and even more assuring touches. 

But G-d, the ache in his chest when he felt the weight of you against him was almost too much to bear. It forced him to face the fact that you were here with him - so real and warm and lovely and everything he'd ever wanted and everything he didn't deserve. But he - Jake - couldn't be here with you. His heart broke just a bit more, every damn, bitter-sweet time he had to pretend to be Marc or Steven around you, because it wasn’t him that you wanted. It wasn’t him that you loved. But whatever name you called him, whatever mask he’d wear, Jake would take what he could get all the same. And he’d try to tell himself that it was enough. He’d shove down the self-pity and the longing for something more - the longing to have all of you. The longing to hear his name on your lips. The longing to be known. To be loved, like you loved Marc and Steven. He’d shove these things down because creatures like him were not made for affection. They were not made for love. They were not even made to be seen. What use was an attack dog that knew how to lay down at someone’s feet and close its eyes and wag its tail and dream? No one could rely on a weapon that knew how to want. That knew how to love. He feared it was too late for the latter.