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singukieee · 5 months ago

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—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 4) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Stay by OT7oramI

Y/N and her hybrid best friend, Jin, have known each other since Jin was eight years old and came to live with Y/N and her family. Throughout the years, Y/N and Jin have grown closer but there is one major secret between them. When an injured hybrid comes into Cherry Blossom Sanctuary where they both work, the secret is revealed. What will become of the friendship between Y/N and Jin when others are added to it?

Storms of Fate by SumiSG7

A darkly forbidden Auction in the veils of night catering to the morbid appetites of the wealthy in a world of legalized slave hybrids. Results in A melody of storm uniting the fates of a powerful Heiress with 7 mysteriously seductive & deadly hybrids The dark spiralling descent into the fever of passion & longing entwining their hungers while being targeted by an unknown enemy. What will be the result of the lethal games to Anya & the hybrids caught in a velvety prison of their own cravings for each other. But slowly, the realization trickled in… All was not normal as it should be, the love they forged, was a test of devotion that was still withstanding the time since before time began…

🗯️ too freaking good... but also really dark and sometimes sweet. I don't think I've ever read an ff as well-written as this one. plot's insane too. (this is actually a whole universe with side stories that you would be told to read along the way to understand the lore, so good it's crazy that it's free)

Sweet as Honey by sugakookie98

In a time where omegas are increasingly rare, others constantly question your resistance to find a mate. No one seemed to understand that you were content to stay in your comfort zone, focusing solely on your job. However, a series of unexpected events set your quiet world into motion, making you question your outlook on life and on mating bonds.

🗯️ another Idk what to say but it's really good

The Butterfly Effect by themonsterteddy

Easily attached hybrids get adopted into a family. Lei, the protagonist, is the quietest member of the family. Follow them to explore the lovely bond developing between them.

🗯️ a super warm read <3

The Butterseries by @minniepetals

Their names alone had every men and women turning their heads and falling at their feet. successful, prestigious, handsome, rich, and untouchable to anyone that looked their way. and you? you were just an employee who worked for them. who would’ve known you meant so much more to them than you could ever imagine?

The Byeoljali series by LittleShyGirl

❶ Finding A Place

As an isolated, lonely omega raised by humans, you have little understanding of how other wolves live. When you take a promotion to become a member of the BTS staff, your world collides with the Bangtan Pack and you realise you have a lot to learn.

❷ Making A Home

Now that she's found where she belongs, follow Y/N as she learns how to truly be a part of the Bangtan Pack.

The Companion by MoonChild791

After being fired, the job of a lifetime lands in your lap. You up root your life and moved to Seoul, only to find out you'll be working with your favorite group, BTS. Slowly, you start to develop feelings for them. But that's crazy, right? You can't have feelings for all seven of them, it would never work out.....would it?

The Contract by namjuicyy

Your life is turned upside down when a contract is pushed your way. But what happens if you sign it?

The Last Lycans by RoxNotRocks

Sometimes, a fateful encounter takes the form of a bullet through the head… After years of living as a wolf, alone in the wild, Yu has no memory of her past and no idea what her true nature is. As she attempts to begin anew and discovers that her fate doesn't have to be a lonely one, her lost secret comes back to haunt her. When your past comes back with a vengeance, should you flee, or fight?

The Line Between Love and War by @purpleyoonn

Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

The Little Fox by @purpleyoonn

“The idea of being free was a foreign concept. Being free meant having choices, having opportunities. Being a hybrid meant never being free.” Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.

The Pictures That Talk by @imnotlauriane

In a world where everyone has a special ability, mine is giving life to pictures. It allows me to see what happened behind the camera, reliving the moment when it was taken, as the subject. It's something I really cherish, but it can also come with great pain, so it's to be used carefully. I look at my finger, rings of fate black and cold. And I wonder, will I ever meet my soulmates?

The Seven by chewymilkyoda

When a young 17 year old girl and her friend went to an empty mansion that is reported as 'haunted', she never knew that her life would changed when she accidentally woke up 7 dangerous vampires that has been asleep for centuries. And boy is she in for a long-ass ride of fantasy shit that she never even knew about.

The Seven Princes by wassap_its_hunter

Being known as Nyx, you never had an easy life. With the expectations of being the world's best-renowned assassin and hunter, protector of your people, and a babysitter of five children, you can't really expect to have time in your hands to relax, the world being run by werewolves, witches, vampires, mermaids and more. But now, another role has been added. After hearing the princes of the biggest empire in the world, the Asian Kingdom, say the word "mate", you're scared for what is about to come. But then again you're Nyx, one of the very few humans that survived and became known, you could take a challenge like that.

🗯️ mc is so cool and the boys are whipped. my favourite.

The Seven Red Flags of HAKON University by tinyeyecat / emi ree

Born in the hell hole of Space Port 69, Rue’s a human Omega desperate to leave the alien whore house she calls home. Defying all odds, she masquerades as an Alpha and obtains a scholarship to the Ivy League of all space institutions. HAKON University is an all-male school that trains the cream of the crop—future leaders of the galaxies. Rue's just here to graduate, pretend to have a dick and then flee into the workforce, that is until the legendary Bangtan pack sets their eyes on her. They’re the future emperors—aliens with godlike abilities that make them rulers of their species. But with excessive power comes the price of testosterone-fuelled insanity that cannot be soothed. An esper will always need his guide. They’ve been searching for a final member to quell their raging soul-an eighth to complete their pack. Millions have tried for a taste of the peak, but none have succeeded, and thousands die from their power unable to withstand the bond. Bangtan doesn’t chase their prey, they don’t have to, but this time the seven Alphas want Rue.

🗯️ it's emi ree so it's gonna be insane!

The Siren's Song by PurpleQueenie

Modern day Seoul and myths don't go along hand in hand as easily as one might think. When for centuries (Y/N) has been bound to the Ocean, serving her duty as a siren- waiting for the day when it'll finally end, who knew stumbling across seven different souls would've been the reasons she needed to start living again, feeling again- even if it meant losing herself in the process.

🗯️ this might be my ultimate fave among queenie's stories. it's just soo good. mc who became the best version of herself after meeting the boys who support her despite the villain's constant torture. also, mc is just so full of life despite the ... it's amazing, go read it!

Through Her Eyes series by Gigi_Luv_4u

❶ Through Her Eyes

In the world of soulmates, perhaps Daun is the only one who does not expect for any soulmate to come. She doesn't have the soul marks that everyone supposed to have. Not one ink on her skin, no time marks on her wrists, no glowing red strings... but why does one day, seven gorgeous men claims to be her soulmate? And these seven are none other than the greatest boy band in the world?

�� Through Her Eyes: Eternal

Multiples puffing out to the open has been on the news, but not as often as Daun with her seven. Now, more than ever, people have made their lives more than just a curious entertainment. Snippets of their married lives have become great treasures of inspirations that the entire world would simultaneously coo. No one can't blame them with how adorable they have cultivated their marriage to an inspiring one. Not to mention with the new additional members that surely adds more life to their already dynamic universe. Or… How does a family of Multiples go through their lives?

To Be, Or Not To Be Your Omega by Anonymous

Which would be harder? To be an Omega in an Alpha's world, or to have to play Omega to a pack of Alpha's that's known across the WHOLE world? As if disguising your gender truth isn't hard enough, how many omegas can say they have seven alphas that want to claim them? That went to the trouble of drafting up an overly generous contract just to have you as their omega? Oh, why did they have to find out your truth? Maybe it won't be so bad to be theirs, even if it's only by contract? After all, they're all so handsome, and smell so good, and— Is it wrong to have your inner omega cooing at the idea that this could become more than just your Omega status being taken advantage of like it's been all over the world?

To Be, or Not To Be Your Omega REBOOT by Anonymous

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself playing Omega to not just one, but seven world-renowned Alphas? Your struggle to conceal your true gender pales in comparison to this new challenge. These Alphas want to claim you. They've gone so far as to draft an outrageously generous contract just to have you as their Omega. But as your scent betrays your truth, you're left wondering: why did they have to find out? As you contemplate your fate, you can't help but think – maybe being theirs wouldn't be so bad, even if it's just by contract? After all, they're devastatingly handsome, their scents intoxicating, and... wait, is your inner Omega actually cooing at the idea? You've spent your life seeing Omegas taken advantage of across the world. Could this be different? Could this become more than just another power play? In this story, you'll navigate a world of primal instincts, hidden truths, and unexpected desires. Are you ready to step into the shoes of an Omega on the brink of a life-changing decisions?

Trouvaille by @spookyserenades

Until The Last Star Falls by Lov3Mochi / @minniepetals

In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten – in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven “aggressive” hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.

After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.

🗯️ I really appreciate the length of every chapter. like, so much details put into each and every chapter, and each chapter it just gets better and better.

It was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.

🗯️ so freaking good! a painful journey of love, full of longing and sacrifice.

You Never Walk Alone by @agustdakasuga

You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

사람 (People) by thearmyprof

You are preparing to move across the Pacific Ocean and start a new chapter in your life, when a chance meeting with a man in a coffee shop has you questioning the timing of everything in the universe. When you hit it off on your first date, little do you know that the man you’ve already fallen head over heels for is, in fact, a member of BTS.

🗯️ this story doesn't include any insane themes, but so enjoyable and heartwarming. the characters also feel human, well-written.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | NAVI

#san recs #hybrid bts #bts poly #bts x reader #fics recs #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader #bts fic

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anothermansjeans · 6 months ago

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not sure if you’re taking requests but i would love to see a part two to the singer!reader, like maybe the team all goes to her concert together! thank you!

HI!! i'm so glad the people loved the first singer!reader blurb!! this is a part 2 to the first one, and while the whole team isn't at her concert, i added penelope in!! i have plans for when the team first meets reader which will be in a separate blurb! hope you enjoy :)

cw: spencer and penelope at reader's concert :) a swear word (1), spencer is flustered

wc: 2k (i may have over done it)

singer!reader masterlist

Spencer sat in the cold police precinct in Philadelphia with JJ, Rossi, and Penelope (she was a vital resource, needing to come with the team on this case), counting down the minutes until Hotch, Derek, Emily, and a few Philly officers came back with the unsub in custody. As soon as they got back and the case was deemed closed, he could go and see you.

Obviously, he went to your concert last night, had you stay over, and slept in as much as possible before you had to leave for your next stop on tour and Spencer had to get to the office. The reason he was so hellbent on seeing you tonight as well is because when you're touring and he does his regular BAU job, the two of you barely see each other. Your tour kicked off three months ago, starting in Europe, and he didn't get to visit any of those shows, so when the U.S leg came around, he wanted to be as present as possible.

That too, was very hard.

Spencer loves his job, really, he does, but when he plans on using the allotted resting days the team gets after a case to visit you, and ends up getting called in anyway… he has grown some resentment over the time. So now– here in Philadelphia, where you are– he plans on missing out on the trip back with the team and instead, watch your show again. The only other thing in the back of his mind right now were the words of your last text to him.

Y/N: OH MY GOD OKAY!! i’m so happy you can make it, spence 🫶

Y/N: omg PLEASE invite that friend of yours too!! i'm so sorry she couldn't get tickets for d.c :(

When Spencer initially told you about Penelope and how she ousted your relationship just from a video online, you completely lost it. In a “oh my God, I'm going to piss my pants, I’m laughing so hard” kind of way. Your exact words to him when he was on the phone with you as he sat in his hotel room. You didn't have a problem with his friends and family knowing. You actually encouraged him to let his closest people in, but he valued you and how you wanted to keep him out of the public eye as much as possible, so he simply didn't say anything to anyone. The respect you have for each other is insanely beautiful.

So he felt as though he was between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to let the team in. They're his family, but once he lets them in– once he invites Penelope to this free concert offered by his girlfriend, he was losing an extra security blanket in keeping your wishes. He knew your wishes were solely there to benefit him and his job and her personal life, but it was still something that worried you to the point of breaking down every once in a while, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that doesn't happen again.

When those who went out to obtain the unsub came back, Spencer stood up, knowing once they got the confession they were done, and went to idly walk by the desk Penelope was sitting at.

“Yes, Mr. Into You. how can I help you?” She smirked at her words, causing Spencer to roll his eyes.

“You don't know that song is about me.” Her deadpan expression caused Spencer to sigh, “okay, fine. Anyway, I was wondering if you had plans for tonight. Like, after the case.”

Placing her hand on her chest, she batted her eyelashes. “Well, sweets, I'm flattered, but I don't think your girlfriend would be too happy.”

“Penelope.”

“Sorry!”

Wringing his fingers together, Spencer bit the inside of his cheek. “Y/N has a concert here in Philadelphia–”

“I’m well aware.”

“And she told me to invite you along tonight. She’s sorry you couldn't get tickets to D.C.”

A gasp left her lips and she stood to her feet quickly, “oh my lanta!” The volume of her voice caused chatter to quiet around them, and she sheepishly smiled at everyone, “sorry! But oh my– Spencer, are you joking? Because if you are, this is cruel and unusual punishment, Dr. FBI man.”

“It’s not a joke, Pen.”

“Eek!” She threw her arms around his neck without thinking, and Spencer, while he hesitated at first, eventually welcomed the hug. “Thank you so much!”

“You can thank her when you meet her.”

“Meet her–? I– oh…” Her eyes went wide with excitement, “I am so excited!”

And so was he. He didn't show it until the two of them got there though. You were very busy getting ready before the show, so when your manager met him and Penelope in the back of the venue, he insisted that the two of them went straight to your friends and family section and that he could see you afterwards. The excitement in his eyes became very apparent the moment the opening chords to your song Positions. Penelope was singing and dancing, while Spencer did his signature head bop– that's how you knew you made a good song.

it was about halfway through the set when you got to Nonsense, a song everyone looked forward to. You did a different outro every stop of the tour. Yesterday’s outro was a very colorful depiction of him and his… skills in the bedroom because you knew he was going to be there. There was no way he’d be embarrassed again.

“This song’s catchier than chicken pox is

I bet your house is where my other sock is

Woke up this morning, thought I’d write a pop it

How quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz?

There's a lot to do out here in philly

My man came here so he can come and feel me

His body keeps me warm, I'm never chilly.”

You laughed as you looked over to the family and friends section, and immediately recognized the face you love becoming tinted with red by the minute. A couple songs later, you performed one of your newest songs, Vigilante Shit. You were the most excited for this portion of your set when you added it after it first released. You were on break after the Europe leg and couldn't stop going over all of the choreography, Spencer being the very first person not on your team to watch, and he thought it was incredible (even if it was with a kitchen chair in his living room).

When performing, you always put on your best show, but sometimes, if Spencer’s in the audience, you amp it up a bit. Which is what you did now. One of the moves involved having a leg propped up on the chair and slinking your hand down your body. When Spencer was there, you went extra hard with the facial expressions, giving it more sexuality. You also made sure to roll your body and stick your ass out a bit more whenever you stood up from the chair, making sure you're giving him a good view. It’s what your boyfriend deserved.

And while you always thought you were doing good by him (because he would never tell you otherwise), he was always as red as a tomato– especially now with Penelope next to him, moving her phone camera between you and him, capturing the dance and his reaction. He felt his warm cheeks begin to cool when you moved onto your next song, but that flush inevitably came back the moment you picked up your guitar for the acoustic set and shifted your eyes towards him.

“We are now moving onto the acoustic set!” The crowd went wild, as always, and you continued, “tonight is actually a little different… I’ll still sing ‘Picture You’ and ‘Dress’, but I wanted to add a new one.” You began strumming your guitar gently, “It’s not released yet, but I have someone here I want to dedicate it to… this one’s about you, you know who you are. I love you.”

“Oh my God!” Penelope once again whipped out her phone, but all Spencer could do was stare at your trembling hands as you continued to strum.

“Oh, no, did I get too close?

Oh, did I almost see what's really on the inside?

All your insecurities

All the dirty laundry

Never made me blink one time”

He held his breath as you continued to sing.

“Unconditional, unconditionally

I will love you unconditionally

There is no fear now

Let go and just be free

I will love you unconditionally”

And he released the air from his lungs.

“Come just as you are to me

Don't need apologies

Know that you are worthy

“I’ll take your bad days with your good

Walk through the storm, I would

I do it all because I love you

I love you”

And as you continued with the song, Spencer felt tears well up in his eyes. Of course, he didn't let any of them fall, slyly wiping them as Penelope was putting her phone back away.

You had about 2 songs left when Spencer spotted one of your security guys discreetly getting his attention so that he could go backstage. He tapped Penelope on the shoulder, and tilted his head towards the guy. “We’re gonna watch the rest of the show backstage if that's okay?”

Mouth opening and shutting, she nodded her head, following the two men in front of her. Spencer could tell Pen felt out of her element back there with the rest of the crew, especially knowing that in about thirty seconds now, you were going to be saying your goodbyes and head off stage.

“Thank you so much, Philadelphia! I had a wonderful time. Thank you to my band, and my dancers. The amazing audio techs and the entire crew that keeps this show running! Have a great night!”

Running towards them, you gave Spencer a big smile before leaping into his arms to give him a hug. “Hi. You were incredible,” you felt him mutter against your neck.

“Hi. Thank you,” you muttered back, only staying in his arms a second longer so that you could greet the other guest. “Hi, I’m Y/N!”

“H-Hi! I’m Penelope!” Not knowing what to do, she stuck out her hand, but you brushed it aside, opting for a hug instead.

“I’m more of a hugger.”

She laughed and gave you a nod as you released each other. “Me too.” She looked between you and Spencer for a moment with a wide grin. “You're even prettier in person. You're also incredible, and your music is amazing and I love everything about you.”

“You're too sweet,” you gave a pout when thinking of her words, “you're gorgeous as well! And I love this dress! Spencer has told me all about you and the rest of the team.”

The three of you continued to chat for a bit, and once you noticed the crew packing things up, you turned towards Penelope and gave her a smile. “Do you want to go out with us? We were just gonna grab dinner.”

“Oh, no! I have someone picking me up.”

“Are you sure?” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yes, boy genius, I’m sure. Derek stayed behind so that he could get me back to Quantico. Oh! You need to meet the rest of the team sometime.”

You immediately agreed, squeezing Spencer’s hand so he knows to introduce you to everyone else soon. “One hundred percent.”

“Anyway, I will let you two love birds go. Have a nice night, and I’ll see you at the office, Spencer!”

After getting security to show Penelope where to go to leave, Spencer turned back towards you and pulled you back into his arms. He has never felt so loved in his life, and thinking about you, and that song, and everything life has to offer him at the moment caused the unshed tears from before to finally fall.

“Spencer, are you okay?” You pulled back to see the tears, and cupped his face, “baby, why are you crying?”

“The song was beautiful.”

He didn't answer you explicitly, but from his words mixed with the reaction you knew what was going on. “Thank you… I love you so much,” you said, wiping his cheeks.

“Unconditionally?”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Of course silly.”

singer!reader taglist: @itsleilabxtch @wietske27 @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme @marshatesthisreality @ladylincoln @delightfulmakerpiegiant (tagged some people based in interest! lmk if you want to be taken off the taglist!)

let me know if you would like to be added or removed!

#THE FORMATTING TOOK FOREVER IM SO SORRY #TWAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUT AT 5:30 EST :(#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #dr spencer reid x reader #singer!reader

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artsy-waffle19 · 24 days ago

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Rating dynamics between characters in Dead Boy Detectives that never actually interacted that much or at all, for absolutely no reason.

- Starting off with probably the most reasonable as number one: Charles and Monty.

I absolutely adored the quiet bitchiness between these two. Not a word was said and everyone could see they can't stand each other now make them solve a case together. Bonus points if they actually bond over shitty parents or the fact that they're basically different flavours of the same person. Solid pairing I give it a 7/10 and I would love to see more of them in s2.

- Up next we got number two: Jenny and The Cat King.

I genuinely don't know why everyone is sleeping on this pairing, this is a comedic goldmine and i will not take any criticism on it. I mean...goth & slut is such a funny concept for a duo and I REALLY want the two of them to be forced into solving some kind of minor case. If we want to ramp up the chaotic energy we should absolutely add Maxine into the mix (bonus points if she's a ghost and becomes besties with CK) 9/10 i love it.

- After the strong one let's go with a chill one for number three: Tragic Mick and the dandelion sprites

Just imagine them, in their silly jar on the counter of the shop and trying to insult him and cussing out his customers. Imagine people entering the shop, trying to buy something and being forced to listen to his tragic backstory while getting roasted for their haircut at the same time. Fun concept but not my fav so I'll give it a 5/10.

- For number four we've got: Edwin and Kashi

I feel like this could actually be an incredibly funny combination. All-time-trauma-olympics-winner and Guy-who-got-swallowed-by-a-giant-fish-and-refuses-to-let-it-traumatise-him. The more thought i put into this, the madder i get that this wasn't actually in the show this could have actually had some super interesting influence on Edwins character development and it's a comedic goldmine. Confident 10/10 would love to see it.

- Next up is number five with: Monty and The Night Nurse

Either they would get along great or one of them would start crying. Generally I think they would be a team that Gets Shit Done and I, for one, would love to see it. All in all it's pretty similar to the Niko and NN dynamic tho so I give it a 7/10.

- Number six iiiiisssss (drumroll pls): Night Nurse and The Cat King

I know both of them were mentioned before but fr this is hilarious. Either he would end up dead or she would quit her job immediately, no inbetween. They don't have much conflict besides annoying each other to the death so there aren't that many possibilities to elaborate on the dynamic but it would have been a funny side dialogue in the show. I give it a 7/10 (bonus points if we throw crystal into the mix, simply because she would enjoy frustrating the shit out of the other two and I need that kind of content in my life).

- Last but not least with number seven, we've got Esther and Maxine

I feel like they would become best friends. They would get along ✨flawlessly✨. Not necessarily because they have much in common but simply because they match each others freak and would feel very validated. Imagine them, having a girls night and gossiping about crazy shit they did due to a relationship gone wrong. Honestly flawless I would have loved seeing Maxine as an evil goon. (Bonus points if she ends up getting a crush on Esther, who thinks it's incredibly entertaining). Can't find any minus point in this so I'll give it a 10/10.

feel free to add ur own to this

#dead boy detectives #dbda #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #dead boy detective agency #niko sasaki

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scarlettsandmaroons · 2 years ago

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she is midnight rain | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter one | chapter two: she doesn't think of me

chapter summary: you just learned that your soon-to-be professor is straight up terrible. and in an attempt to drop out of her class, you instead became the target of her humiliation. you just knew you will hate her as she will you.

warnings: evident mommy issues (not really into depth)

a/n: im very excited to write this series (that's a lie, i'm only excited about the smutty parts, the beginning, not so much). will be trying to post an update every other day ꒰ ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝⸝꒱

for all your years in high school, and the very few months you had before college, you didn't have a plan. you didn't know where you wanted to go. you didn't know what you wanted to take. there were too many choices. or maybe there's barely any. you just couldn't choose for yourself, you couldn't decide.

when you don't have a mother or in your case, when you have a mother who chose her boyfriend over you, you don't really have anyone telling you what to do, where to go. and maybe some people would love the same freedom that you had, but with that freedom was misguidance. you had nobody to help you choose, nobody to guide you, to teach you, to tell you what's best for you. you have to decide all that.

but when nobody told you what was best, what was the standard for best, how could you possibly have known. how could a child understand what was best for her when she was taught nothing about the sort.

you didn't know what you wanted, and your best judgement told you to trust in your friend and follow billy maximoff. he was your bestfriend. your other half. the only person you can confide in. you knew that you had to study where he would. you couldn't possibly survive on your own. you needed him to guide you. to tell you what to do. to protect you.

"you're in mrs. romanoff's class."

you were snapped out of your thoughts. you've been staring at the field the entire time. at the massive open field between the campus and the gate. you didn't know how long you've been here, for a moment, you didn't even remember billy being in front of you holding your class schedule.

"y/n, yoo-hoo. are you okay?" billy waved a hand in front of you. "what are you thinking?"

you sighed, "i can't believe i'm in college now and i still don't know what to do." you said, looking over billy's shoulder and getting once again lost in your own head. "how am i going to survive..."

"well, i'll survive." he said proudly, earning back your attention. you almost scowled at him for being a show-off. but he smiled at you. a soft reassuring smile. "i'll survive for the both of us." he said.

your heart fluttered a little. you didn't have a mom. or a dad. or siblings. but you had a family. you had billy.

"i know what i'm going to be. i have a plan. and while you don't have any for yourself, i'll carry you." he says.

you looked at your watch. freshman orientation is in a few, and seeing your attention on the clock sent billy the hint that you both should get going. nevertheless, your conversation didn't end as you both walked into the campus.

"how will you carry me?" you mused, not returning the same sentiment he sent you as you simply humored his words.

he held the straps of his bagpack. "mmmm..." he started thinking, "i'll get a job as soon as we graduate. you can stay with me and my parents until i get my own place which i'd be glad to share with you." he says. "that way, you can finally move out from your mum's house."

"that's... very free-loader of me." you chuckled, visualizing the life you'd share with your friend.

"well, you're my free-loader." he looks at you all giddy. "that's what friends do, right?"

you sighed, "yeah."

billy never had a good relationship with his twin brother, tommy. tommy decided to stay with his father after their parents got a divorce. billy on the other hand, stayed with his mother as she remarried.

you've never met mrs. maximoff's new husband. in fact, it's been a really long time since you'd seen billy's mom. the last time you saw her, she had some sort of a 50s haircut. from what your bestfriend tells you, she went through quite a few hair phases from a shoulder length side part to a long-haired rebonded look. at some point, you know she went crazy and got a full head of tight blonde curls. that was her, "going through a hard time with my husband so i must do something so incredibly different with my hair" hair. she went back to the normal big curls, fluffy airburn hair after she remarried though.

that's how close you were with billy. you were his sister, almost. you knew everything about him. even about his mother's haircuts half of which you're sad you weren't around to see.

"mr. stark's coming by for the orientation, did you know that?"

you looked at billy. "the rich guy who owns stark industries?"

"yeah. he's a friend of my moms and dad's."

"no way?!" you all but gasped. you did coo in shock a bit, looking at him with widened eyes. "damn, it must be nice to be connected to him." you say, your mind going on to imagine what your life would be if you were as rich as him. or even connected to him. then you wouldn't have to think about all the important decisions you need to make.

"he's connected to a lot of the professors here." billy mentions. "mr. rogers, mr. banner, mr. barton. but he's closest to mrs. romanoff. they're best friends." he looks at his watch. "i think he's here for the engineering department though. he's funding them lots."

"mrs. romanoff?" you ask, complete disregarding his following statement.

"he's the reason why mrs. romanoff met my parents." he says.

"i'm in her class right?"

you haven't taken a look at your timetable yet because billy has held onto it since it was given to you. eyeing all the names of your professors and giving you some kind of commentary about them. he knows a lot about them. mrs. maximoff used to be a professor here, and for the entirety of high school, billy frequented this very campus.

"yeah." he scoffed. "good luck."

"why? is she mean?"

"terribly." he says. "she's nice, but as your professor? she'll eat you alive."

you were in two of mrs. romanoff's classes, unfortunately for you. you had her in english literature, and business economics. and until classes had officially begun two days after your orientation, stories of how horrible she is; from how she failed more than half of the total students she's had in her lifetime, to how much she enjoys either suspending, or expelling her students over the littlest inconveniences became the center of all your conversations with billy. for someone who knows a lot about her, you wish he had gotten her instead of you. now the dreading fear of seeing her live up to your horrible expectations of her with you is just crippling.

"i'm dropping out of mrs. romanoff's classes." you blurt out during billy's long monologue of the stories he's heard about the professor.

he looked at you, "no! i didn't mean to scare you." he almost laughs. "she's actually really nice!"

you shot him a sharp glare. if he dares to defend mrs. romanoff after all the stories he's told, then he's better off shutting his mouth.

"yeah, no. too late."

there was a part of you that tugged at the idea of actually doing it. if there were something that stopped you, you would so give into it and drop it. you simply needed to know that you wanted to do—that you can do something about it so you can lie yourself into thinking that you have, this new life of yours, under control. and you were lucky enough to just serve into that purpose as you were unlucky enough to have stumbled upon a wooden door that had mrs. romanoff's name spelled out in gold letters.

natasha romanoff.

billy has been talking this entire time, explaining to you how mrs. romanoff could've been better than what he initially led you to believe. you've been taking mental notes but you haven't really been paying attention, so you only got, "she's the best professor here. constantly commended by the dean himself" and "her class is the hardest to get into. only the best of the best can get into it—"

you heard nothing further as you started fixating on how there was absolutely no way of telling if she was in as the massive window deemed useless with the blinds covering it. despite your efforts in trying to take even the smallest peak inside, no luck.

you can turn away. but you're here now. besides, not knowing whether or not she's in isn't really an inconvenience worth turning away from.

perseverance glinted your eyes. you weren't giving up. you put a hand on the handle, "y/n, no, she—", and you went in without hearing out billy, or even giving the chance for anyone to let you in.

you have to transfer out of her class before you have to go in it. as uncomfortable as this might be, it's this, or a whole year or more worth of wishing you got out when you could.

inside was a woman sitting at the desk just a few steps away from you. it was a relatively average sized room. it wasn't too small. not too cramped. but it wasn't too big either. not too empty. the walls of either sides were bookshelves. the back wall, a massive window overlooking the entire front of the school.

the woman lifted her head to see you, and immediately, you were taken aback by her... beauty. the features that are of the ordinary, but on its entirety, with all of it combined, created this image of the goddess sitting in front of you.

you melted. you pictured her to be an old woman, but now you see why everyone was so intimated by her. her simple gaze, and unmoving disinterest of your presence made you feel so small. to have such a gorgeous woman look at you like you didn't matter, exactly the way that she did you, is so intimidating. so belittling. yet, you were enamored. you were captured by her. she was just simply mesmerizing. satisfying.

she had red hair. massive curls that cascaded down her shoulders as if so intricately placed to look so neat and clean. she had a side part, though, it was barely noticeable as the part was a lot closer to the center than it should be for a side part. her eyes were so brightly... emerald. despite of the shadows created by the light behind her, it stayed so vibrant. like a gem. she had such a beautifully molded nose. and red lips. you wanted nothing else but to stare at her forever.

"i suggest you start saying something now, before this intrusion of yours becomes the reason why your time here ends."

her voice sent chills down your spine. you felt goosebumps. all the hair in your body rose. her voice was so terribly cold. she was composed, and calm. and had not a care in the world, especially you. the way she delivered it with such disinterest, almost in a condescending way made you feel so small. it gave you all the more reason to drop out.

she was looking up at you. her chin was resting at the back of her hand where she had a pen between her fingers.

she made your heart race in fear.

"i'm in your class." you take a deep breath. "i'd like to drop out."

you see the end of her lip twitch almost in amusement when her eyes dropped to the papers on her desk. she fixed her posture and started fixing the mess she had laid out. she did it so painfully slow as if you weren't there. but when she stood up, placing both of her hands on her desk, you knew she wasn't trying to torture you. the way the end of her lip raised into the slightest grin made you realize she was having her fun with you. like one of the students she'd amuse herself with first, embarrass, torture, belittle, before kicking out. almost like you were a toy. one of the many for her.

you gulped.

"tell me, miss y/f/n y/l/n. why do you want to drop out?" she asks, slowly going around her desk before she gestured to a chair in front of it—not to offer you a seat, but to require you to do as she wants, and sit down. "you haven't even seen me in class yet. i doubt you even had the chance to attend your very first class which you will soon miss if you continue to—waste, my, time."

you gulped again. something about the way she stares at you while she walks to the small table by the bookshelf where she had a few glasses and whiskey made your throat dry.

"i heard stories."

"i assure you, miss y/l/n," you flinched a bit when her glass hits the surface of her desk, later followed by her body dropping to her seat in the most elegant way. "whatever you heard is true."

goosebumps again. not good goosebumps. "please let me leave because i want to cry" goosebumps. her eyes were piercing through you, you can't imagine moving. to even relax your shoulder and somehow offending her with the slight movement is such horror for you.

she took a sip from her drink. before letting the glass hang barely by her fingertips as she leans closer to you, her chin resting once again on the back of her hand.

"how old are you?" she asks.

"i just turned 18." you answer quickly as if it would disappoint her if you waited a beat.

"what is something worth knowing about a y/f/n y/l/n?" you didn't notice the way your name rolled off her tongue. you didn't notice she knew your name this entire time. she said it with such grace. never had your name sounded so foreign. so new. so beautiful.

something about her was pulling you in. sucking you into her. and you weren't sure if it was the fear of getting kicked out, or just because of her sheer charms that made you blurt out every thinkable thing about you.

"i'm 18. i just turned 18." you started, taking a deep breath in and calming yourself down when you realized how quick you were talking. "i can't drive for the life of me. i hate milk. i'm plainly unhealthy. i don't drink vitamins. or eat an average amount of nutrients and meals in general. i'm nocturnal, i can't fall asleep at night. i love juice, soda, everything but water. i have a complicated relationship with my hair. i..." the realization stunned you. the realization that you were sitting in the office of who you heard was the strictest professor in this very university, telling her about the most absurd, uninteresting things about you, when you might just be on the very verge of getting kicked out of your bestfriend's dream university.

you calmed yourself down. you tried to rid yourself of the panic you resorted to burying deep deep down, you fixed your posture, cleared your throat, and in the most modulated voice that you can harness within yourself, you said, "i am ambitious, strong, independent—" that's a lie. "bright, optimistic, and persistent. and i really want to have the opportunity to begin my year in this university—" hopefully not in your class. "because i know that i have the exact amount of wit, and dedication this school is looking for in a student." i don't want to be in your class. "if given the opportunity to... in a different class wherein i can flourish."

"well," she says as if impressed. you stood up when she did, giving her a hopeful expression like that's going to boost your chances of getting out of her class without suffering the grave consequences she's known to give.

she moved around the table again, this time, moving slowly towards you. step by step. closer each passing second. and when the two of you were finally faced to face with each other without the desk between you, her small smirk dropped. "no." she says in a way that showed you how amused she was of putting your efforts of coming in here to waste without sounding anywhere besides stern.

"what?"

"i said no."

"no, what?" at this point, you were in distress. but you tried your best to hide it. you weren't very successful though. your voice raised, though you all but shouted.

her left hand rested on the surface of her desk when she leaned her hip against it, tipping her head slightly to the side, "look, miss y/l/n, i did not just waste all this time getting to know you and your... habits, just for you to drop out of my class."

her tone was unkind. she was cold, and stern. and she wanted nothing but to get her way. your attempts gave her mere amusement. she didn't acknowledge you, or your request, she just wanted to see the way your face would contort in shock when she declines you after letting you think your efforts would get you anywhere.

"but, mrs. romanoff—"

"BUT...! miss y/l/n—" she didn't shout, but the way she said it, the way her voice raised. you wanted to crawl into a cave and cry. especially with the way her eyes lingered on a little too long on yours before she looked away and returned to her seat. "i could so easily penalize you for entering my office with no permission." her tone was mad. graceful, elegant. calm and collected. but mad. "i would have you suspended if i didn't appreciate your... attempt, to even come inside my office, to speak to me and look me straight in the eye requesting me for something... you're gutsy. you could've used that in my class instead."

you weren't going to win.

today, you realized, that mrs. romanoff will always have the power. and if you can't handle that, then you're better of leaving the school.

she's dreadful. she's dark. she's the storm that angers the seas. and the rain at midnight. she is going to potentially ruin your chances of succeeding in this university—in life, and you will... hate her as you are now definitely sure she will you.

"i'll see you later."

you did see her later. a blissful 2 hours without her was replaced by dread when the moment you sat on the very back of the lecture hall, she came in. everyone stood before her, as if it were highschool, and you just went with it. just a mere clack of her high heeled shoes had everyone on their feet, their hands on their chest as if she was a goddess to be worshiped.

"good morning, everyone."

nobody spoke, it was mere silence after a beat of her greeting in which she gestured everyone to sit. you hid behind a tall man. the lecture hall was packed. although, there were a few empty seats up front.

"i'd like to begin today with..." she didn't have much with her. she only had a clipboard which she places on her desk. she took quite a while adjusting. but when she did; when she was leaning back on her seat, her legs elegantly crossed, where her hands rested on her knee, she looked straight ahead. and for a moment, you thought you can feel her eyes boring through the people you're hiding behind of and staring at you. "i have absolutely zero tolerance for any of your bullshit." all the calmness of her tone before was replaced by a sheer sharpness. "you either do as i say, exactly as i say it, or you leave this classroom. better yet, this school. are we clear?" she was stern. and you were scared. "now," she says with an exhale. "you at the back," you froze. "are we clear with that?"

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Lilith x Lucifer X Reader NSFW

AFAB gender-neutral reader.

Warnings: Uh boss/employee relationship, threesome, no protection, oral: giving and receiving, p in v sex, praising, Lots of smut, and if you don't like, don't read.

-*- Minors DNI -*-

If someone asked you if you could see yourself in a threesome between the rulers of hell–you probably would have responded similarly to: “Well I can imagine it but I don't realistically see that as a possibility for my future.”

This of course–would be an accurate response from you when you were alive.

After your death however?

You would have given a different answer.

-*-

Working as Lilith’s secretary was not the worst job you had ever gotten–and besides this job had genuine security and housing–something you grew to appreciate the longer you lived in hell.

Stapling papers and organizing files and appointments, it had much to be desired work-wise but you managed. Lilith was kind to you, and oddly more supportive than you would have expected a queen of hell to be. If she overheard you cursing the printer, a new one was in its place the next day. If you happened to yelp as you jammed your hip on a particularly sharp corner of your desk or a counter, the corner would be smoothed over in the hour, and a small salve on the corner of your desk you could have sworn was not there before.

If there was one thing you had learned to value since you died was your life. And the free secure housing safe from the exterminations and territorial genocides was not something you were about to give up easily.

So you often pushed yourself to be the best secretary you could, which meant during those tea and lunch times when you were in attendance with her and her husband, you were often behind Lilith, sitting on a chair and taking notes of potential things your queen might have to reference back to later, such as galas invites, a potential meeting between Pride’s sovereign overlords, communications with heaven–anything that could need remembering.

However being behind Lilith meant getting a great view of the king of hell. And after so many tea times and luncheons you could not deny that you definitely saw the appeal. You almost envied the way he looked at his wife, like as if she were all of the stars in the sky, which was probably to be expected after nearly 10,000 years of marriage.

How they both did it, you had no idea. You were barely capable of a semi-consistent sleep schedule.

The small part of your mind that had once keened at the thought of your past lovers, it remained still and quiet for Lilith and Lucifer. You were simply fascinated by how they worked together. Just by watching the two of them, your past relationships felt weak and naive in comparison. This was the original couple. They had lived to see hypothetical empires rise and fall multiple times, on earth and in hell.

Some evenings as you were packing up your belongings, you would hang around for a few minutes afterwards just to see if Lucifer would stop by to visit his wife; Which he did on occasion, and if he visited at all, if you would glance upon that kind figurative glow that usually followed them when they were candid together.

While you did love watching them, hearing your queen’s light giggle as you walked away from her and to your room in the servants’ quarters of the palace, You hated how isolated it made you feel at your core. Often times the minute you closed your door you would sink to the floor, your hands on the back of your neck in an attempt to feel that kind of touch you had seen Lilith offer Lucifer earlier.

There wasn't much you could really do about the loneliness either. The kind of love they shared was not something you had found in your life or ever would find in your death especially if you wanted security in your living situation.

Things were different the next day you arrived at work though.

First things first–the first person you saw that day was not Lilith as she went to her office, but Lucifer who was curious about his wife’s schedule for later that week–Some kind of surprise he said. You pulled the file up on your laptop and printed him off a copy of his wife’s schedule for this week and the following.

After he left, you watched him walk away rather giddily. Oh. If only you knew someone who would do something like that for you. You shoved the thought to the back of your mind and began sorting through today's mail.

More Gala and party invites from some of hell’s royal families, some mail that was sorted incorrectly and should have been sent to the financials department, by the time you had sorted all of that out and compiled a list of invites for Her Majesty to accept or deny, your phone rang, and your grabbed and answered instantly the minute you saw the caller ID.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“Hello darling–I’m… feeling partially under the weather this morning and I’ll need you to reschedule my day today–and–” her breath hitched slightly. “Most of tomorrow morning.”

“Of– Of course.” You said earnestly, but internally you groaned. Rescheduling today and tomorrow morning was not going to be easy. Lilith liked to keep herself busy. “Anything else I can do for you? Tea perhaps?”

“That–” the sound of her voice cut temporarily. Curse your inability to get a half-decent phone service plan. Both Lilith and Lucifer refused Vox tech brands in the palace. “-Wonderful.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in an hour or two.” You straightened, hung up, and winced as you looked at your overflowing emails. “Might be three,” you muttered to yourself.

-*-

By the time you had rescheduled her meetings and postponed budget approvals, along with scheduling a meeting for a very insistent sinner, one who was going on and on about how he needed to see her royal majesty at once, something about a personal dispute.

You sighed looking at your empty email, and looked back to your phone. You stretched and stood up before walking to that ancient tea set her majesty loved so much. You found one of her preferred herb blends and prepared a pot.

You muttered something under your breath regarding the brewing time and approached the royal bedroom before knocking softly. If Lilith was ill she was probably in bed asleep, and you wouldn’t want to wake her. There was nothing that could have prepared you for the sight in front of you.

Lilith was in fact in bed–and she was not alone.

Lilith was in a lounging half-laying down-half-sitting up position. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Lucifer’s face as he groaned into her–one of her hands tightly gripping his hair as he continued to feast on her like it was his last meal. Besides the very explicit scene in front of you–the one thing that truly made you blush was a small bead of sweat that was dripping down Lilith’s bare chest.

You were way too fucking queer for this.

You stepped back and shut the door, tea tray still in hand. You turned around and nearly dropped the tea set when you realized that someone had been standing behind you, and you felt the blood drain from your face when you realized who it was.

Lucifer was a fairly expressive individual. So when he was looking at you, his eyes dark, an eyebrow raised, his mouth set in a thin upward curve, you could not interpret that.

“Um–shit–Your majesty–I so so so sorry for intruding–I was told to bring tea–“

Lucifer held up a finger cutting you off. He didn’t say anything which felt oddly unlike him. Instead, he snapped his fingers and the tea set vanished from your hands.

He gave you one look that you knew too well, and you were thankful that he had vanished the tea set or you would have dropped it.

Lucifer pushed open the door with a little more force, alerting whoever was inside that someone was entering. You immediately attempted to scramble away but he quickly held onto your wrist.

The scene before you was the same as before, except Lilith was looking at the entrance with a grin and a glint in her eye, and Lucifer was still on the bed, except he tilted his head to the side and beckoned you to come closer. The Lucifer behind you walked closer, and the minute he was within arms reach of the other, the one on the bed snapped his fingers and the one behind you disappeared.

A clone. The one that had stopped you was a clone.

“Oh sweetheart look–It seems you may be so lucky after all.” Lilith cooed to her husband. She looked up at you delighted and you felt your legs tremble.

“I am so sorry–I’ll just go–I didn’t mean to interrupt–unless you needed me for something–” you babbled and then shut your mouth. You were desperately trying to make eye contact with Lilith and not look at the way her chest was right there–and how the way Lucifer was resting his head in between your lady’s legs, hiding his mouth so you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was still giving her oral.

“Oh I have no need of you at this time,” Lilith began waving a hand. “If you would indulge me… I do have a request of you that you are able to decline.”

“Um. Okay?”

“Would you be willing to join me?”

“You?”

“Us,” she said softly tilting her head ever so slightly towards Lucifer.

“For what?” Maybe she was talking about a new luncheon she wanted you there for.

“For sex sweet thing.” She cooed, laughing a little. Her face was soft. “You are allowed to say no sweetheart, you are not expected to do anything you do not want to do.”

“I–um…” You started but could not make out the words. How the fuck do you answer this? Was this a test? “You both…want that?” You asked confused.

“Of course–Luci hasn't been able to stop thinking about you–” You turned to look at him, being very careful to only look at his eyes, which had the faintest of blush underneath them. “And me, well…I find you utterly fascinating.”

“I…” you started and couldn’t bring yourself to actually say anything. A million different thoughts were going through your head.

“You are allowed to say no,” Lucifer added, speaking up for the first time during the whole conversation. “There isn’t any pressure and you won't risk your job no matter what you decide.”

“I..” you felt like a broken record. Lilith however seemed to pick up on something in your expression.

“You are always so kind, sweet thing. so polite, so diligent. You work so hard and you’ve done so much, would you allow me to take care of you? Just for tonight?” She held out her hand.

You paused, considering her words and then, you let yourself nod and softly placed your hand in hers.

“There’s our good pet.” She murmured. “Look how well-behaved they are Luci~”

“Very obedient,” he added, Sitting up from his position from between his wife's legs, using a couple of fingers to press an unidentified fluid into his mouth, but instead of sucking on the fingers, a forked tongue slid around them, licking it up. “Always so obedient for us, and look my love-” he paused, grinning as he watched your face as you felt it heat up from watching that.. “So easily embarrassed.”

“Luci quit teasing.” She scolded lightly. She pulled you into her lap, and you tried not to think of the connotations of what you had just agreed to and the fact that the queen of hell's tits was practically pressing into your shoulder blades.

“I think…” She started, wrapping her arms around your waist, her voice in your ear, “We should get rid of this little shirt you have here hm?” She hummed. You blinked as you looked up at her. “How attached are you to it, sweetheart.” She cooed, her voice slightly darker than you remembered it sounding.

“Um…not very–” you started as you watched Lucifer start to crawl up to the both of you, he grinned something devious before he leaned down and grabbed the hem of your shirt with his teeth, still grinning up at you, before he ripped the whole thing in half. You gapped at him as you felt the rush of air against your bare chest.

“That’s better.” she cooed. She traced her manicured fingernails up and down your torso lightly just enough for chills to spike up your spine and for your body to tense up.

“They have such interesting reactions my love,” Lucifer murmured, lowering himself onto his elbows, looking up at you through his eyelids, the glow of his eyes unrelenting. “You should see the way they tremble from just the barest of your touches.”

“Do you like being touched sweet pet?” Lilith cooed, tracing the outline of your chest and then back down to your torso her hands getting closer to your lower stomach before tracing back up again. Lucifer had begun tracing lazy circles on your hip.

“Mm hm–” you started but gasped as you felt her breath in her ear.

“Tell me where you would like it most.” her voice was a murmur.

You squirmed instead, the discomfort of voicing what you wanted slightly unnerving.

Her touches paused then, and Lucifer’s touch also paused, practically in sync with each other.

“L-lower.” you mustered out and exhaled in relief when the moving touches resumed, this time tracing slightly lower to your core which was utterly burning with heat and need.

“Good pet.” Lucifer hummed and then looked to Lilith. “I think they need more my love.”

“I agree.” She added. You could hear the smile in her voice. “So my sweet thing? Do you still want this?”

“Well–” you managed. “You already ripped my shirt off, so…please?” You could feel her lips pressing into where your neck met your shoulder–a soft reward, although you suspected she would have done so regardless.

“So polite our sweet thing,” she murmured. Your mind felt far away at the praise. “Now I think there is one question left to ask sweetheart, would you like us to remove those pesky trousers you are wearing, or would you like to do it yourself?”

“I–um” you started but by accidentally making eye contact with Lucifer, you felt whatever question she had asked poof out of your head. “...I can’t think properly right now,” you said, your voice already feeling far away.

Lucifer’s grin was wolfish.

“Oh already?” Lilith murmured, her voice light in surprise. “How about this then pretty thing, you tell us when you don't like something okay? Can you do that for me?”

You felt yourself nod.

“Good pet.” she hummed, and you felt her nod, to which Lucifer pulled your hips up and half-ripped whatever clothing you had left on your body off. The air against your body was not unwelcome–you were starting to wonder if the heat you were feeling was about to consume you alive.

“Oh, my love..” Lucifer murmured, staring at your exposed core, his eyes darkening. “May I?”

The question felt directed at both of you. You trembled a little and Lilith murmured something into your ear. “Whatever you don't like you tell us yes? I want this to be enjoyable for you.” you nodded and you felt her curt nod towards Lucifer over your shoulder.

At first, you felt his claws gently pressing against you, right around where you needed it most. You whined at him to quit it. He chuckled. Then a soft swipe up your folds made you press back into her majesty in surprise.

“Don't worry sweet pet–he knows what he's doing. He quite enjoys it. Just relax my dear.” you bit your lip and reached up to gently hold Lilith’s hand, the one that was pressed against your hip. She hmmed into your ear and gently wrapped her hand around yours.

A soft touch on the outside of your folds this time, tracing downwards. You squirmed.

“Luci, the poor thing is desperate. Quit teasing.”

“You know exactly how long I’ve been craving this.” Lucifer protested. “Let me take my time.”

“Honey, they clearly aren't used to being given this much affection, We will have to acclimate them slowly.”

“Fine.” he pouted but you sensed no real malice in his words. Unfortunately, the feeling of something strong and wet pressing against your folds had you tensing. It traced up, down, and around your labia before sliding in between them and putting much-needed attention to your clit.

“Fuck–” you gasped and squeezed Lilith's hand in surprise. She gave a soft laugh before squeezing your hand back, using her other hand to touch your chest with a softness you had not known yet.

Lucifer was continuing to give you oral like his life depended on it. He swirled his tongue around your clit and pressed his tongue close to your vagina, which was already soaked. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow before continuing at his own pace.

“I–fuck, I’m close please, I–” You whimpered, turning away towards Lilith.

“No sweetheart, watch him.” She said and redirected your face towards Lucifer, who Looked up at you with hooded glowing eyes. You whimpered a little before your orgasm took you over.

You shuddered and moaned, holding onto Lilith's hand and gripping it tightly. She just cooed into your ear, the praise only further igniting your arousal.

“There's our good pet. Oh so good, you are so perfect for us dear,” she murmured.

“My love,” Lucifer started as he pulled away from your core for a moment. “They are absolutely divine.” He made a point of grinning up at you–those sharp teeth not helping you remain composed at all.

“Hmm? Oh, I believe it. I do think I’d like to try something though.” Lucifer sat up waiting for further directions, and you almost exhaled in relief–from how vigorously he had been feasting on you earlier–if Lilith hadn't intervened he likely would have continued.

You felt the queen of hell lean back a bit and you turned towards her, confused.

“On your stomach dear.” She said while tapping her thigh. You flipped yourself over, the remains of your torn clothes no longer against you, you were now completely exposed, your head tilted to rest on her thigh. It was only when you were completely on your stomach that you remembered that Lilith was also completely naked. You looked up at her and forced yourself to actually look at her breasts, now completely unavoidable in order to make eye contact.

She cooed at you, finally looking at you head-on for the first time in the entire interaction.

“Oh, you are so far away aren't you sweetheart.” She murmured, and you nodded, not quite sure what you were agreeing to but if it was coming out of her mouth it must be good.

She just smiled.

“You know pet,” she started, “ I don't think it's entirely fair that you are the only one being pleasured this evening.” You watched her, unsure of what she was proposing. “Would you perhaps try to please me this evening? I’m sure while you are so agreeable…” She traced a finger down your cheek. “...I think you'll enjoy it.”

Oh. well if Lilith said you would enjoy it, then there was nothing to worry about.

You nodded, and for a moment forgot that Lucifer was still there.

You felt your hips being grabbed lightly and then your ass was in the air, legs spread slightly.

“Luci,” Lilith said sternly. It was a warning. You heard a huff from behind you.

“Please my love–they just tasted so good and you know how much better–”

“Not tonight my love.” She said, “How about you try fucking them instead? I’m sure they might find that enjoyable.” She added, redirecting.

“Could it happen one night maybe?”

“If they still want it, then yes.”

He hummed in what sounded like approval, and you gasped as you felt a finger slide through your labia and down to your very neglected hole.

“Darling,” He said quietly. “They are still so wet.” His voice marveled.

“Are they?” She looked down at you and traced a few more fingers across your cheek. “You are easily the best pet we’ve had in a while–I’m going to enjoy you my sweet thing.”

You just blinked up at her, and she smiled.

“Whenever you are ready dear.” She said softly. You nodded, and removed your head from her thigh, moving yourself to right in between her legs, then allowed yourself to finally look at her.

You looked at her, she was wet too, glistening in the soft light, and you wondered how much of the moisture was from her own arousal or from Lucifer earlier. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up to her clit, before pressing your tongue against it.

You immediately felt hands in your hair, and hands on your hips, as something pressed into you. You felt your whole body tense at the intrusion, and you gasped from right in between Lilith’s legs. The feeling of what you assumed Lucifer’s dick to be while wasn't unwelcome–your core had been aching for a hot minute now–it was rather sudden.

“I know, it's a bit to get used to. Tap my leg when you are ready for him to move.” You heard above you, and a soft hand in your hair, carding through each strand.

You blinked your eyes in acknowledgment, and you heard a groan from above you.

“My love–They feel so–good–and I thought they just tasted divine–”

“Oh, I’m sure Luci. Describe it for me.”

“It's warm and tight, and fuck–” The grip on your hips tightened as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. “--and so wet.” You involuntarily tightened at the description of it and you heard a hiss from above you.

“Careful pretty thing, If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long.” His warning only stroked your ego. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to press your lips to Lilith’s inner thigh.

“They are so sweet, look at them~” Lilith murmured, and you could feel Lucifer’s thumb giving soft strokes to your hip in agreement.

After a few more minutes, you tapped Lilith’s leg, the discomfort had turned into annoyance and desperation, and you slowly began feeling Lucifer’s thrusts into you. You sighed, there was the pleasure you had been needing. You then looked back to Lilith’s core, still needy and possibly wetter than you had previously left her.

You looked up to her, watching her eyes soften and darken at the same time, and then pressed your mouth against her folds.

To be honest, you weren’t too sure what you were doing, but the way her hands gripped your hair, and her breathing became uneven you had to assume you were doing somewhat okay.

Your own orgasm was building back up again, and your own moans and whimpers were mixing with Lilith's. You clenched your fist around the sheets and you were thankful that one of them caught it.

“Luci–they’re close.”

“Fuck—S-same–”

“I’m close pet,” Lilith warned. “Once I’ve finished–then you may.” Her voice was a bit breathless, and you took that as a good sign, you began focusing your sole attention on her clit, swirling your tongue around it and then sucking.

The hands in your hair tightened, and you looked up to her royal majesty, whose normally very regal composure looked ethereal. When she eye contact with you, however, her half-lidded eyes widened, and her face became more flushed. She parted her lips to release one final gasp before you felt her thighs tense, and you continued pleasing her throughout her orgasm.

Her thighs tightened around your head and the pulsing of her orgasm made you wonder if it was possible to catch this moment on a canvas. The taste of her became a touch stronger, and an additional wetness began to gather on your tongue.

“They’ve earned it–Luci, such a sweet thing, so good for us, so perfect–” She trailed off into a gasping sigh of delight.

Your own orgasm crashed into you, as Lucifer hit that one cluster of nerves you hadn’t realized he had been purposefully avoiding. You broke away from Lilith, just in time to gasp from the feeling, drool dripping out of your mouth. The orgasam was all-consuming, and eased a heat in your core that you don’t know had been burning for so long.

Lucifer didn’t last much longer, and with a final thrust, pushed himself all the way into you, and you could feel the throbbing of his cock while it ejaculated into you, filling you completely.

You laid your head onto Lilith’s stomach and tried to focus on your breathing. The room was somewhat spinning and you weren't sure what the cause of that was.

A hand on your head grounded you a little, and the exhaustion of the events began to settle into you. Your back and thighs ached like a bitch though. The feeling of fullness inside of you retreated, leaving you feeling rather empty. You whimpered in protest.

“Oh, it's okay sweetheart, it's okay, maybe for another time.” Lilith's voice said from above you. “For now, we need to make sure that we didn't break you completely.”

You felt some hands pressing into your sides, and you turned over, Your head still in Lilith’s lap. You looked up at her, and she smiled back down at you, running a hand through your hair.

“Good pet,” she murmured. You looked at your side and saw Lucifer curling up on Lilith’s side, adding his hand to your hair, and another to wrap around his wife, who pressed her lips to his head.

“They really were fantastic my love.” He said in a similarly soft tone.

You blinked and tried to avoid thinking about just how messy this was going to get. Relationship-wise, work-wise–and everything else. But for now,

“Could I stay here for a bit?” You asked, your voice a little drier than you remembered. You might have been more vocal than you initially realized.

“Of course sweetheart,” Lilith said immediately. Her tone was almost sad you even considered the alternative. “I wouldn't expect you to be able to walk for another hour at least knowing him.”

“I’d say two,” Lucifer added. “I…may have gotten a bit carried away.” Lilith gave him a disapproving look that held no real malice.

“My love if you had tasted and felt them–you would have gotten carried away too.”

“I’m sure I would.” She said sighing and running her fingers through your hair some more. It felt nice, and your eyes drooped. The exhaustion was setting in and you couldn’t be bothered to keep your eyes as open as before. All you could think about as you fell asleep on the queen of hell’s lap was that maybe this job had more perks than you originally thought.

-*-

Lilith continued carding her hand through her new favorite little secretary’s hair. The poor thing had fallen asleep and they looked so cute when curled up like this. Her husband nuzzled his head into her chest and looked down at the sinner and then back to his wife.

“...So…What I’m hearing is we need to start scheduling sick days?” he asked innocently.

“I think we might have to.” She replied smiling softly.

#sleeby anon #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lilith morningstar #hazbin hotel lilith #lilith x reader #lilith x lucifer #lilith x reader x lucifer #nsft

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mixiury · 1 year ago

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Skies forever blue — Neuvillette x GN!Reader

Genre: Mostly fluff with a little bit of comfort.

Summery: You have been trying to approach him without knowing he was always there.

A/N: I think I haven't like a character this much since Wanderer and Dimitri so I needed to write something about him <3. Since his character isn't out yet and all we have are his interactions in the Archon quest it may be a little OOC, but I tried my best to keep his character like in canon. Also English isn't my first language and I'm dyslexic so feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes. ^^

If only one word was needed to describe Neuvillette, it would be "Unattainable."

Like the clouds that float upper in the sky, everyone admires him from the ground, giving their own interpretations of the shapes they present. So lofty and magnificent, people find themselves raising their hands with the dream of touching them, ignorants of the fact that it's impossible for a human being to feel them with their hands.

But unlike most who gave up over the pass time, you kept trying over over, extending your hand towards the sky, hoping to reach them someday. He couldn't understand your persistence and your determination behind it, but even though he questioned it multiple times, he never protested, slowly letting you in without you even noticing.

"Do you see the same sky as I?" You asked him once.

A long silence followed that question. It was unusual from him. That composed and unalterable person whose job is to answer questions and find them to the ones which didn't have, not knowing what to say when a simple one was presented in front of him. And yet, the silence between the two of you lacked of tension. In some strange way it was comfortable, even comforting.

"I do. " He finally responded in an almost inaudible, soft tone. Nevertheless, the implication of it felt surreal. How can someone, who stands so firmly from above, capable of changing someone's life with just a few words, and at the same time so human to grief for the fate of others, coexist in the same world as yours?

It only took a rainy afternoon to find the answer you were truly searching for.

Those days when the clouds suddenly darken and their tears don't stop shamelessly falling from the sky, only to realize that all this time you outstretched your hands you were unawarely touching them.

Even though everyone can feel the rain, you're the only person who has seen him weep, you realize, gently caressing his cheeks as his crystalline eyes simply stare at you. Admiration and sadness accompany his gaze equally, plunging you into a storm of conflicting feelings that slowly consumes both of you.

However, in the moment you lean towards him, Neuvillette doesn't fade between your fingers as you always thought he would, indulging himself in the warmth of your touch as the sky slowly starts clearing again.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin

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morskisir · 11 months ago

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Answer to this ask I had to post seperately because I reached the character limit or something.

OHHHH Anon you are not ready. I think about this bastard so much and too deeply.

Before I get into it:

I love how you worded this question- gives a nice atmosphere.

Just to be clear this is all about RED Sniper. I apologise to any BLU Sniper enjoyers for I don't have thoughts about that guy.

I'm not the biggest fan of the comics for many reasons so don't mind me retconning a lot of that.

In the end these are all MY opinions and views of him- if you don't like them that's no problem. It's free real estate.

And FINALLY; my thoughts, under read more:

OKAY, let's start with what even got me to interpret him the way that I do; hell yeah baby, it's Meet the Sniper time.

I've seen MANY people often assume that Sniper is one of the most normal/chill people of the 2fort nine- but the impression I got is that he wants you to think he's normal so desperately despite everything else pointing to how fucking weird he actually is. Simply noticing the stuff he's saying makes it a lot more clear. The very beginning where he goes "Boom, headshot," making light of taking another person's life so swiftly. "Cause at the end of the day; as long as there's two people left on the planet- someone is gonna want someone dead," really positive light you see the world in, Sniper.

Of course you can take this as him being "realistic", and I do agree he's more of a realist than a pessimist or optimist, but "...have a plan to kill everyone you meet," is SO fucked up. Why is his first thought when meeting someone to know how to kill them? This to me is him not being able to properly connect to other people/understand them or actually SEE them as people. Not to mention his smile after delivering that shot in the timelapse of him sniping (AND after stabbing Spy). This cunt enjoys killing. He's not the type to slowly kill someone or torture them- but he is the type to feel satisfaction after planting a bullet in someone; give himself a pat on the back for it- or perhaps find humour in the kill.

The conclusion this brought me to is that he is an unreliable narrator in "Meet the Sniper". (Also the "..be polite," line. Yeah, sure, dude. Your voice lines are very polite.)

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS FUCKING TEETH? The way his teeth look and how much they're shown to the viewer by exaggerating his mouth movements feels like a "this guy is NOT normal" sign. No one in the game has teeth similar to him and his canines are HUGE. Like holy shit, he's an apex predator.

A comment @cheebuss (I know you wanna get tagged) saw once has been a running joke between us- it was basically "He indicates so he's normal," which is fucking hilarious, but I can genuinely refute that point. First of all we see him fucking speeding in the beginning of the video- to be fair we don't know what the speed limit on this road is, BUT:

Cunt drives around with a broken side mirror. That's really unsafe, obviously. A good chunk of that mirror has gone to shit and he does not care to replace it (which feeds into my headcanon of him being stingy/not wanting to spend money because he lived on a farm and they did everything themselves). Speaking of his van; it gave me the impression he likes having everything he needs near him- he doesn't need a grand, expensive space to feel comfortable. (I headcanon that he's actually scared/unnerved by vast, empty spaces/buildings) ALSO I think he's messy and prefers the claustrophobia of his van. I like to believe his childhood room was much the same (to the detriment of his mother)- that's his safe space damn it!!!

And here I can transition into talking about his parents!!! : D Of course, not much was shown to us of Mr. & Mrs. Mundy, but we can still glean some stuff from the video- and partially- the comics.

His father very obviously disapproves of his job, calling him "a crazed gunman", and showing his morals do not align with Sniper's. Sniper calls for his mum during the phone call shown at the very end of the video- looking annoyed and somewhat distressed. It's clear to me that they've had this argument many times and Mrs. Mundy is the mediator in them. I think she disapproves of the job as much as her husband does, but is sick of hearing them argue to that extent. Regardless of this conflict, Sniper loves and cares for his parents- they are his world. He doesn't care for anyone else, most of the shit he does is for their sake and continuing to provide support so they can live a stable life at their farm as they get older. It's one of the nicest things about Sniper.

Although, I do think he struggled to get them to understand him properly. He is a quiet man who doesn't express a lot of his emotions. That will complicate things, especially if he doesn't talk about it- and he doesn't!!! : D

Despite this, I think they were the people he was closest to. Sniper, to me, is a guy who's never had friends and has been lonely as well as isolated his entire life. "Too weird to live, much too rare to die." And this is a VERY long time we're talking about; DECADES. Decades of minimum to no human connection. (Just to note; he is almost 50 to me. The comic writers fucked the timeline up and made him a 20 something year old. The Sin. Do not speak of it to me. It makes him less interesting/compelling I'm not kidding.) He is anxious in social settings, barely speaks up, and prefers to simply back away when he doesn't know how to deal with something. (SUPER DUPER AUTISM + SOCIAL ANXIETY!!!) Does he try to interact with his co-workers? Veeeeery little. He yearns for connection he convinces himself he doesn't need. He trusts no one. He's a mystery to them.

But hey!!! Less distractions from his job!!! (Bad transition) This man is genuinely incredible at what he does- I keep replaying the part where he reloads his rifle. He was not kidding about being efficient (he also kills the entire BLU team in that video??). The lad's got incredible patience, aim, control, and overall understanding of what he's doing. There's something fucked up about him observing the people he's targetting like prey, but let's leave that for when I mention his previous job as a tracker (if I do). I imagine the only thing he excelled at in school (he did go there!! He can write!!!) is maths, as that is very much needed when you're a sniper.

BTW I think he barely passed school; he hated being there, had no interest in school work and his teachers kept pestering him about his social life. Leave him alone, he doesn't need that (he does).

Most of his focus went to his parents' farm where I think he mostly took care of the animals....or went out to hunt them; which is how he learned to shoot out of a rifle in the first place. (His dad taught him.) He's not exactly an animal guy but he's also not not an animal guy.

It's complicated.

ANYWAYS, I've talked enough about one single video. Let's mention his in game voice lines a bit!

There's a LOT of material there but here's the stuff I want to mention:

He talks to himself a lot. He isn't out there with the others- his job is to be perched up somewhere high and shoot from a distance so he doesn't get spotted. He makes so many jokes that only HE's going to find funny, except "You've got a forehead on ya like a coffee table," which is genuinely the funniest thing he's ever said. Boy voices his thoughts and tries to entertain himself when he's alone- I don't judge him for that. He has to sit there for hours in complete focus (he helps himself via a lot of coffee). I DO judge the things he says, however.

He's violent. (WHAT!?) There's plenty of examples but I would like to mention one adressed to his teammates. One of the "Jeers" commands is "Should've saved a bullet for some of you blokes!" which, hey, what the fuck? That's scary. He got so frustrated he threatened his own team with murder. (It's kinda funny) To me this shows he's bad at controlling his outbursts or that he never learned how to deal with them. (Autism moment!!!)

He literally growls.

There's this line addressed to Spy: "What goes around comes around, you snotty little nance." If you're not aware- "nance" is derogatory Australian slang for a prissy, effeminate gay man. I headcanon Sniper as a homosexual man so it tickles me that he's so insecure about this fact. It's sad, absolutely, but I find humour in this horrible man being a homophobic homosexual. Project your insecurities onto a guy who can read people extremely well, why don't you. He won't do anything about it, I promise :) (Lie)

I was doing my best to not mention SniperSpy but CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS LINES AIMED AT SPY AND HOW THEY'RE DIRECT RESPONSES TO THINGS SPY SAYS? (plus the highest number of revenge lines he has directed at someone is Spy)

-> = response to:

"Aww, did I get blood on your suit!?" -> "You got blood on my suit."

"I was never on your side either! Wanker!" -> "I never really was on your side."

"Ah, my God, you've been shot. Did you get a look at the handsome rogue who did it?" -> "I'll see you in hell, you handsome rogue."

BY THE WAY, THAT LAST LINE? SPY ONLY SAYS THAT TO HIS COUNTERPART. WHAT, WERE YOU LOOKING AT HIM? WERE YOU WATCHING HIM ALL DAY? WHY DO YOU REMEMBER SO MANY THINGS HE'S SAID? WHY ARE YOU SO FOCUSED ON HIM? ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH HIM? ARE YOU OBSESSED? WHY ARE YOU OBSESSED WITH A LITTLE NANCY BOY? HM?

There is so much more I could mention. I think whatever thing he has going on with Spy is super important to him, but I will hold back for your sake as I can talk about this for hours. You have no clue how many parallels there are, etc.

Anyways, he's in Expiration Date! A little bit! He doesn't say anything. <3 I'm proud of him!!! <3

He literally just stands around ominously in the shadows (and finds RED Spy being made fun of very amusing).

"Hehe."

(I just noticed he took his watch off and put it on his vest. This is an autism moment because I, too, hate having something on me that I don't usually have so I need to balance it out by removing something else; if I have it on me. Either way it's sensory suffering.) (Him being super attached to his hat and glasses is also an autism moment. He is no one without them.)

And then he has that one part in The Bread Fight(tm) where he gets confused by Pauling and Scout pushing the bomb.

"Tails gets trolled" looking ass.

I like watching him fall over.

After he falls here, he takes his kukri out which was... attached? situated? It was behind the strap of his arrow carrier. I think that's cool. I also think he wouldn't be doing that during matches because Spy is very much capable of stealing it/putting it away without Sniper noticing, even if it was literally on his back.

Also, I am a firm believer in "Sniper can only do one thing extremely well and has little to no interest in creative stuff," so I disagree with the idea of him being able to play a saxophone. You could say he was made to do that in school, but this guy is a smoker. I do not believe he can do that. You cannot convince me.

I think that's enough! This doesn't even go past the hypothetical tip of the iceberg, but it's a lot of words. This is the very basic stuff you have to know about how I see this cunt.

Thank you for letting me share some of my insanity.

#ask #morskiwords #tf2 #sniper #sniperspy mention i gues #thank you so much for this ask i love talking about this fucked up thing i care about too much #i wanted to include the 'feelings?' line but id have to tackle too many things i hadnt even mentioned here #overall im really surprised at how little of my thoughts are in here. i guess you dont realise the extent you think about a character until #-you write it down #uh. yeah. im normal

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a-d-nox · 1 year ago

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pac/pap: what bad habit(s) are you struggling with? what happens when you drop your bad habit(s)? what to keep in mind as you break your bad habit(s)?

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

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pile one

procrastination. i have the feeling that you have a lot of goals and hopes that end up being "broken" or "abandoned" dreams. you likely try to take on too much all at once - you likely have the bad habit of start a lot of tasks but then not finishing anything. this likely causes you frustration because of the lack of progress you see leads to you feeling uninspired. then you start procrastinating on your goals and hopes - its a vicious cycle that you are in.

when you free yourself from procrastination, you will have hope once more. you'll turn a corner and start making dreams into reality - you'll stop mourning what could have been and instead see the possibility of what could be. right now you seem to be focusing on projects that are only half finished - if you focus on one project, determine how you can finish it, and then finish it - you will gain your momentum back.

as you face your procrastination know that you are intelligent and wise. you can make decisions and plans that will make these projects worthwhile. use logic instead of emotions you are likely thinking too much about what others will think/feel and no enough about the logistics of how you can get the project done.

pile two

projection, double-standards, and self-deception. i get the sense that you are struggling to see things as they truly are. you likely are in a holding pattern - it all feels the same because you aren't doing anything different. you must do internal work and break cycles in order to see progress. you have the ability to adapt and evolve, you simply need to allow yourself to do so. i sense there is some self-deception going on as well - i have a feeling that you are judging others inconsistencies and irregularities without evaluating your own. it's scary to confront the lies you tell yourself, the fear you feel, and what you feel ashamed of in your life at this moment in time - but it is time you do so. its time to reconnect with your inner self and be vulnerable. you aren't perfect and that is okay but it is not okay to not evolve and expect others to be perfect and change for you.

when you stop struggling with these inconsistencies between wanting others to be perfect and being unwilling to grow and change yourself, you will see that the universe is presenting you with new opportunities. in relationships, you won't be worrying that you can't find a romance like the one you perviously experienced, instead you will be looking forward to the possibilities of the future. you also won't be as afraid to share who you truly are with others. you could get a new job because you won't be as afraid to admit that the one you are currently in is not for you - you'll be more willing to take a risk and do things you perviously feared others would judge you for.

as you work on limiting behaviors and high expectations without the willingness to change yourself, remember that you to have the power to change. you can't expect others to change for you without being willing to change yourself. take risks you wouldn't normally take - stand up for what you believe in without worrying what others will think. don't be afraid to seek advice from others as you work on this aspect of your life.

pile three

accepting/making false-promises. i have a feeling that you have a bad habit of making promises/deals with strings attached. look at your own intentions as well as those you are involved with - i have a feeling you don't do that often and it only leads you or others getting hurt. if you only do things because it is to your benefit, it is time you self evaluate. you might be a bit too greedy and you might need to be more willing to give your time, money, and/or energy without expecting something in return. or you might be too giving - evaluate why you feel the need to give knowingly to those who wouldn't do the same for you.

when you stop making promises and deals with strings attached, you can start focusing on what you can control in this chaotic world. you have the tendency of thinking that you can control everything and everyone around you and that just is not true - no one has to do what they promise and when you realize that, you will be better in control of your life situation because you will be taking attention in your own life instead of waiting for others to help you or you doing things for others instead of doing things for yourself.

keep in mind while you stop waiting for others to keep there false-promises, that you have yet to make your dreams reality. i sense you are the trickiest of the piles - you are set in your belief that you need others or even the universe to bring you what you want instead of going after it yourself. you might need to take a minute and think about what you truly want but then you certainly have the ability to go after it - so do it.

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rjalker · 8 months ago

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wait what problems? abt the good place I mean

(from this post https://www.tumblr.com/rjalker/745151382384951296)

Eleanor Shellstrop was sentenced to hell for aplatonic crimes (a version without eye contact)

[ID: A picture of Eleanor Shellstrop from the show The Good Place. Eleanor is a white woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, wearing a blue plaid shirt and smirking at the camera. A black line has been drawn across her face, hiding her eyes. The aplatonic flag is behind her, with four horizontal stripes of dark purple, blue, green, and cream. End ID.]

(feel free to use for icons/whatever, no credit needed)

I reblogged it from myself and tagged it

I wish more people would talk about the problems in The Good Place. I love this show. But zyg. The Problems™

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Just off the top of my head:

Obviously, the original post: Eleanor is not only condemned for being an asshole to people, but for also just not wanting to have or seek out friendships.

When she's a kid and gets to her new school and announces she doesn't want anyone to try to befriend her, no matter what, because she's not looking to make friends, this is treated as her being a horrible person, simply because she...is setting clear boundaries and isn't looking for companionship.

Later at her job, her employer pressures her into joining the company parties and making friends, and fires her because she doesn't want to spend her time off with her coworkers. This is treated as her being an asshole, instead of just being a perfectly reasonable boundary for someone to have.

There's a difference between genuinely being an asshole, which Eleanor did a lot, and just setting boundaries. Not wanting to have friends does not make you an asshole. Setting boundaries between your work life and your personal life does not make you an asshole. Making it clear that you don't want people trying to hang out with you does not make you an asshole.

But The Good Place portrays Eleanor not seeking out friendships as the exact same level of horrible as all of her genuinely horrible behavior.

In a similar boat we have Chidi, who is undisputably disabled by what is a very clear anxiety disorder that controls his entire life and causes him so much stress, and even when he's not hurting people with his behavior, the fact alone that he has anxiety is portrayed as a reason he's a bad person who "deserves" to go to The Bad Place.

And yes, there is a twist that reveals that Literally Everyone for the past several hundred years has been sent to The Bad Place because of capitalism and blah blah blah, meaning that even genuinely good people who aren't assholes have also been sent there, but this doesn't change the fact that Eleanor and Chidi have been getting demonized by the show for things that aren't actually bad.

And I'm sure there's more examples and other kinds of bigotry but it's been a while since I watched the later seasons so I can't remember off the top of my head.

Please feel free to add on if you have more examples!

#The Good Place #TGP #Ableism #Amisia #aplatonimisia #is that a word? well that's the word now!!!!!!!!!!!!!#The Good Place ableism #The Good Place aplatonimisia #The Good Place critical #idk if anyone uses that tag maybe more people talk about the problems #described images

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tikiface · 1 month ago

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Since someone went and opened my fucking pandoras box of Potemkin Headcanons: MORE

Potemkin spends a lot of downtime in Zepps public parks either painting or enjoying nature, and he is a bit like a Disney princess in that he stays so still that the wildlife tends to perch or hide on him like he's a weirdly shaped tree. He's very slow, patient, and mindful, and rarely scares animals away with his movements.

He's very popular with the elderly Zeppian citizens that visit him in the parks because he is a consistent presence and enjoy how well-mannered he is. He frequently gets gifts like handmade items and baked goods from them, and they check in on what he’s painting.

Gabriel sometimes has to remind Potemkin to take more time off. He's just way too eager to keep working or even shoulder the workload of other people simply because knows he can do the work of 10 men by himself pretty easily. Has a tendency to overbook himself without thinking. Why send 20 men when he can do it himself? Gabriel has to remind him that just because he can do certain things with ease because of his gift, it doesn’t mean its his job to always be the one to do it.

Gabriel has planned and fashioned Zepps headquarters and newer public infrastructure to accommodate for Potemkins size, Like larger doors, higher ceilings, and sturdier seats in places he frequents. This also lead to more extensive accessibility infrastructure for the elderly, deaf, blind, etc as well.

Potemkins house is comically huge on the inside. everything he owns is huge to the point of being unusable to normal people, though he still insists on having tiny furniture for guests. He enjoys actually being able to cook for himself though.

He has a set of Zepp-forged unbreakable tungsten artists tools given to him by Gabriel after he became president. They are some of his most prized possessions, mostly because they are some of the first things Gabriel went out of his way to make accessible for him.

Some darker HCs

Potemkin has personally witnessed a bomb collar go off on a fellow slave trying to defect at least once. This one is vaguely hinted at by Bedmans Theatre of Pain in Xrd where he reacts by saying "Wait, Don't go! It'll explode!"

Potemkin has only been free for around 8 of the 41-ish years he's been alive. (Time between GG and Strive being 7-8 years. Apparently the only thing close to a canonical age for Pot was some beta concept page putting him at 34 in the first game.) So it's no wonder he still adjusting and has severe self worth issues.

I like to think Gabriel is between 10-20 years older than Pot. Old enough to have been in a commanding position while Pot was still a kid.

Pots limiters are actually embedded in him and at this point, are required for him to survive. Releasing them for any amount of time allows him to use his full strength but is incredibly bad for his health in the long-term.

He has to eat so fucking much just to stay calorie-neutral. He burns energy like a diesel truck and can very easily begin to starve if he's not in an environment of abundance.

He has an over-apology habit from when he had less control over his strength and accidentally broke a lot of stuff. Even worse, he has trauma from accidentally harming undeserving living beings. He treats others with extreme mindfulness and a feather-light gentleness, but to this day it still takes a huge mental toll and it exhausts him having to constantly by hyper-aware of himself for too long. This along with his introverted nature leads him to need a lot of alone time.

He feels oddly comforted by the fact that Gabriel is strong enough to easily fold him. The one person in his day-to day life he doesn’t have to worry about hurting. Someone he admires and actually challenges him.

#im normal #potemkin #potemkin guilty gear #gabriel guilty gear

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kharmii · 4 months ago

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(Where Dabi takes Geten out of his Meta Liberation Army bubble so he can observe some normal people)

Geten: Is the Meta Liberation Army handbook short on stock?

Clerk: Sorry, that's all we have... *sigh*

Geten: Get a larger stock and they will sell!

Clerk: Thank you for your suggestion.

Geten: There's still time to be patient until that glorious day comes.

It can't be helped; I must refrain from using my meta ability in public. (To Dabi) What did you buy?

Dabi: It's a secret.

Geten: Stop following me!

Dabi: It's a babysitting job. Give me the pocket money the bald CEO gave you.

Geten: Don't call him bald!

Dabi: Let's get something to eat.

Geten: We'll go to the restaurant run by PLA soldiers and frequented by government officials that offers free all-you-can-eat meals to senior officials.

Dabi: That's so shitty.

(Dabi takes Geten to a popular fast-food burger joint instead)

Geten: -Looks messy

(Sign says 'Wo's Burgers')

Dabi: How can we talk about the future of society without knowing what's popular with our current society?

Worker: Welcome to Wo's. Can I take your order!

Random Girl: Hello, mom? The closing ceremony is over. Big brother is here too.

Random Older Boy: Which one is good?

Random Voice on Phone: Yes, I went to pick you up. I'll be back after lunch.

Random Younger Boy: No way.

Boy: The red one!

Older Brother: Seriously?!?!?! It's spicy!

Boy: Yeah! Ta-bo is an adult at school.

Dabi: Hey.

Geten: Ah... Ah, leave it to me.

Dabi: If you don't like it, burn it.

Geten: Don't just kill future soldiers without permission.

Don't hold me back with haphazard slaughter. If you get in his way, I'll put an end to your life right here.

(Geten gets more worked up)

Geten: When the time comes, as much as you want to, just kill them if they need killing. Right now, you're definitely the one holding me back.

(Where Geten reveals how he can't connect with regular people from being sheltered and isolated by MLA ideology.....hints at affection for Dabi maybe)

Geten: It's possible to become attached to a single ant,

When they gather together, they're no different from the buildings that grow everywhere.

It's an unrealistic view, like watching them from the other side of a television or a window.

Geten: ReDestro is passionate about society, which includes the general public.

Even if I think so, maybe I-I need to have a real, tangible experience of it.

Even if a large number of people were killed in front of you, you probably wouldn't feel any particular sympathy.

I think it puts a river between us.

The reason I stopped earlier was simply because that's what Re-Destro still wants.

Blue Flame, who are you?

Dabi: You're so talkative. Are you an adolescent?

Everyone has a river around them, right?

So, let's build a bridge for the same cause or dream... No matter how many weird arguments you make, no matter how disgusting the logic.

You're just gonna fly off like a brain dead idiot anyway, so don't ask me.

Well...

Geten: It's impossible..

Dabi: If you cross, I'll give you a kiss.

Geten: What are you talking about?

Dabi: The story of the ice man who drowned miserably in the Sanzu River.

Geten: Every single time since a while ago.....!

Dabi: It's fine, kids should just act like kids and have a happy meal.

Geten: Stop treating me like a child!

Geten: I don't approve, I don't approve....

*cough* *munch, munch, munch* *cough* *munch*

(Manages with mouth full) This simple food is the diet of the masses.

*breaks into a paroxysm of choking and coughing from food getting caught in his throat. It was so good he ate it too fast)

Dabi: (amused spewing vinegar) I don't understand hamster language. You are eating your hair. Wow, you look sloppy. Sheez....

*slaps him*

Did it hit you strange?

Geten: !?

Geten at a high point observing Dabi speaking to another person.

Geten: (creeping on Dabi in a dark alley) If we understood each other, there would have been a way for us to live together.

Are you pretending to be a self-sacrificing hero?

"You said things like 'light and shadow', 'we live in different worlds', 'fly freely', even though you were the one who made it impossible for me to fly.

That is.....

Is this your kind of love, Blue Flame?

Dabi: He talks so much. He won't stop talking. What a brat.

Geten: Should I get Trumpet to look into finding a good plastic surgeon?

If you can live without using fire, you don't need me. But you do need me, right?

The two of us could retreat to the countryside.

I wish I could live modestly and peacefully.

Dabi: Get wet

Geten: Dry it yourself.

Dabi: Impossible.

Geten: (thinking) Our relationship continues to develop. What a sad man.

Geten: (whispers an unintelligible endearment)

Dabi: Don't call me that, I'll kill you.

Geten: Is this name reserved for Hawks? Sorry about that.

Dabi: What, you don't even know your name? (Meaning the endearment is for Geten).

You're living a truly wonderful life, poor thing.

Geten: ? (Too dense to get it)

Huh? You're kidding!! How the hell do you know that!!!

Dabi: Pfff.....Let's go.

Geten: (confused, maybe because he doesn't actually know his real name, and Dabi claimed the endearment was his actual name).

Hey! There's more like this!

(Dabi pretends not to listen while Geten rants)

Re-Destro's.......apparently it was discovered in the notes he left behind! And then...! Anyway, there are even more touching scenes!

This is the worst! I don't believe it! Hey!

Dabi: *sighs*

Art credit: yaoi, hrak (yaoi), My Hero Academia BL 3000+ bookmarks / （※注キャプション）荼ホ＋外荼外の今までに描いた漫画 - pixiv

#dabi #geten #dabiten #NOMNOMNOM

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popawritter12 · 9 months ago

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Yandere! Talon Du Couteau headcanons

"More than 100 headcanons"

THERE ARE MY BABY'S HEADCANONS <3<3<3

Probabilities that your loved ones will be killed.

Medium high.

Do not doubt that he is entirely capable of investigating your family or friends simply to have useful information. Considering that he is someone who already has vast experience in investigating people, do not doubt that he is capable of staying up late on several nights just to find out who should “mysteriously disappear” and who should not.

First impressions

Suppose he met you because you came to know his father or his family. He initially ignored you; He wasn't surprised by your presence in his life.

But, then you became interested in getting along with him; It doesn't matter if it's because you wanted a good diplomatic relationship with his family in general or because of a superficial interest in him.

You were the first person outside of his adoptive family to treat him genuinely well; but he tried to get away from you.

(Curious that later it is the other way around)

Fall in love

Even with his insistence that he wasn't interested in you, he ended up being somewhat curious about you.

They slowly began to talk like acquaintances, you were surprisingly kind to him, and more than once you invited him to spend time together.

And he… felt good knowing that he could trust you.

The closer they became, he slowly developed a simple crush. He seems comfortable around you, usually wanting you both to be alone so you can talk or spend time together, and he often lowers his hood when you are both together in a private place.

His family didn't usually involve much in the relationship between the two of you, in fact they cared very little (or at least in these first steps).

Beginning of "Yanderism"

Time passes, and the two become very close. He tells you about the problems he has with his family or his job, and he likes to listen to you when you talk about yours.

He's the kind of person who doesn't realize when or how he fell in love with someone, so… it's the same with Yanderism.

He himself realized late that he wanted something more than just friendship. He tried to repress what he felt, but that feeling took over his entire mind 24 hours a day, which ended up irritating him. One way or another, he ends up confessing, however, when he decides to take the risk, there are two options;

-You accept it: because he is not yet 100% a Yandere, the relationship progresses slowly, just as he slowly develops that obsession with you. In this case, Talon's obsession grows slowly.

-You reject him: Whether for any reason, you end up asking to be just friends. In this case the obsession progresses up to 80% faster than the previous case.

First murder or Yandere act.

In the first case, the only Yandere acts would be following or excessively investigating your family or friends (Something frighteningly common in relationships with Yanderes).

In the second case, it is like the above, but add several things, among them are; murdering your family or friends (especially those who have influence over you), entering your house without your permission (I bet at one point he gets tired of picking the lock and ends up making his own copy of your keys) and a couple of lies that he gives to you.

Relationship or kidnapping

In the first case, he will never end up kidnapping you, unless you discover the research he did on the people around you.

In the second case, he is a little more prone to kidnapping, in fact, if you find out what he did with your family or friends, you will end up in the most obvious way possible.

(Or even if you don't find out, he is capable of resorting to kidnapping anyway)

In case of kidnapping, where would he take you?

A place away from his house, usually in a place particularly located far from the stronghold (or from the Noxian champions in general), of course unless his father finds out, and he gives him the free pass to take you to his home.

Coexistence

In the first case, it is moderately good.

He's not very talkative in public, but with you it's quite different. He talks a lot and can sometimes make you laugh because of the things he tells you.

In the second case, he would be, at least, someone who is quite strict about your behavior.

He doesn't implement the punishment system, he just wants you to get used to being with him, and no, he doesn't usually force you into a sexual act or something similar. The closest thing would be a kiss on the cheek.

(Let him give you a little kiss, even if it's just that, the poor guy suffered a lot and only wants love: c)

Marriage and family.

He is not that interested in marriage, but if it suits your family's diplomatic relations, he would agree. Or ask yourself.

And as for the family… he tends to be measured when he thinks about them, but he usually avoids talking about certain things that he knows about them (Don't ask him, it's better not to cause another disappearance)

And, to add, his family would be quite surprised to know that he got a partner, but Katarina especially would feel happy, thinking that he would be more human by having someone to love.

That is, until she finds out the things he did.

Then those two will have a little talk.

↘If possible, children?

He usually has some fear, even if he doesn't admit it.

He never had a family, in fact he barely has any friends outside of his family, so he is somewhat afraid of starting a family with you.

Or at least at the beginning, when he gets over it I'm sure he'll want to have several (I don't know the specific amount, he'll leave it to his imagination)

Bad ending.

Suppose that apart from the kidnapping, you end up finding out what he did to your family and friends, which ends in a pretty heated argument.

Screams, crying, etc, etc… Many things happened the day or night you found out.

And the more the situation escalated, he lost control of you, and what he talked about (And he hated that happening).

He didn't even know how or why he did it, but he ended up either scaring you or punching you.

In both cases he regrets it almost instantly. He hated that you were afraid, especially of him, but the blow only makes the situation worse.

When he realized what he did, he looked at the wound he gave you, and the hand with which he had hit you.

(And that's his breaking point)

You tried to get away from him, but he soon ended up cornering you, after all he locked you in a room that you couldn't escape from.

Even with screams or hits on your part, he just ended up hugging you, holding his hands on your waist while he pressed his head into the skin of your neck and shoulder.

You hear a small sob, and he doesn't let go no matter how much you try to do something. His skin might be bleeding from the wounds you gave him, but he doesn't let go of you.

You barely shut up, he just whispered a few apologies. Over and over again, he apologizes to you, admitting the hurt he did to you. His broken voice accompanied by his words only showed regret, and he clung to you, because he couldn't help it, even with all the regret in the world, it was very difficult for him to let go of you.

And before releasing you, he whispered;

“I know you hate me, you detest me for what I did to you, or you even want me dead. But I can't help but want to be with you; You provoked something deep inside me, something that I cannot change no matter how hard I try… and I'm sorry." He takes some breath, ragged from crying. “I’m sorry for loving you so much, but this is the only thing I can do to feel human…” his grip tightens around you, “I can’t let you go, and even with all this, I just want to hug you and be with you… even against your will.” He stays silent, and ends up moving his head away from your neck, before bringing his face closer to your cheek. “I love you, (Name), I'm sorry for everything… But it's not going to change anything.” And he closes his dark words with a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Reasons to be Yandere.

-He never felt loved, let's say, until Marcus took him off the street, he was alone, and we are even told in the comic that he is willing to do EVERYTHING so that his father continues to love him, even if that means being a weapon. All of this can become worse if he falls in love with someone.

-His entire current life revolves around being a professional mercenary and assassin, it is inevitable that what he has learned will end up being applied to someone he loves simply to “protect” him.

-Let's agree that he lives in NOXUS, a nation where they are too violent, and he has experienced that violence since he was a child. He doesn't want you to suffer because of it too.

Additional data.

-He is very clumsy at expressing his feelings, especially when it comes to you or his actions.

-It is very difficult to reach a “breaking point” with him, the only way for the bad ending to happen is if approximately 5-6 months have passed where you treated him terribly badly even when he was kidnapped and you have denied him any sign of affection , and then yell at him for what he did to the people you loved.

-In both cases, if you end up giving him even a few cuddles, he sticks to you like a limpet. He can't get enough of you.

-In the case of the relationship, he usually gives you gifts that you like simply for pleasure (It's absolutely not because he is thinking about you almost all day).

-Katarina is the one who cares about you the most; When she found out about what you were going through with Talon (Speaking of both cases), she scolds his brother or tells him how to do things correctly, and although he refuses to take it into account, sooner or later he ends up applying it to see if he earns your keen.

-Marcus cares little to nothing about you, or at least until you start to affect Talon's performance as an assassin (This is if he finds out about the murders or the time he spent investigating you or your family), he would be the one who would agree with Talon kidnapping you, for the simple fact that he that he prefers to avoid the sentimental problems that his son has.

-Soriana and Cassiopeia don't give a shit what Talon does with you.

-Talon is the cold type of Yandere, he doesn't know how to express himself or tell you how much he loves you, so it's hard to decipher what he really thinks.

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