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sqgeism · 2 days ago

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Amphoreus men with reader who has insomnia? Maybe they have perpetual eye bags and can fall asleep literally anywhere but in bed

Hope you're doing well

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 he'd stay and treat his lady | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; give everything to his new baby ! sleep is hard, or at least it has been on specifically your bed, as of recently. despite concerns raised by your boyfriend, he finds it a little funny. considering the fact that you've not only managed to fall asleep in the garden of your home, but some chimera's have somehow found you.

love mail — did i put 5 requests together.. yes... 5 birds with ONE STONE 🩷🩷 but they all had similar prompts so i just put 'em all together :3 sorry individual anons that you won't get the notif i answered !! i love u guys, thank you for requesting anonnies f(^ー^; ♡ please forgive my laziness i swear i'll lock in. ACTUALLY had to drink two mountain dews writing this bc i could not force myself to finish this within the day if i didnt

anaxa doesn't know what to do after he finds you asleep on top the coffee table, which is right in front of the very comfy couch you two bought.

he knows you and him are busy, the academy has been working the professors overtime recently and you teach multiple subjects to multiple classes, so it's no wonder you're practically restless. it's just.. he wishes you could sleep in bed again. when you do get the opportunity for shut eye, it'll always be somewhere stupid. his least favorite was on your desk, as being hunched over like that can have long lasting back pains as a consequence (trust him, he knows)

so when one night, expecting to see you on the counters or atop the fridge, anaxa's natural frown deepens at the realization you don't seem to be sleeping in any unconventional place. have you finally relearned the skill to sleep in bed again? nope.. not quite, since the sheets are flat and untouched.

where on amphoreus are you?

that's when his train of thought is interrupted by little chitters outside, *the garden?* animals aren't typically seen around your home, but he supposes that it isn't impossible. but that's also the one place he hasn't checked, and if he's a moment too late to you getting mauled by.. whatever's out there, anaxa doesn't feel like losing another eye in hopes to see a loved one. though something that makes such a cute noise can't be too harmful.

and as always, anaxa is almost never incorrect. because there you are, in all your genius, asleep in the middle of the freshly cut garden with.. chimera's around you?

the little things are slipping into your coat, or rubbing themselves against your sleeping body. they seemed to think you'd give them attention, but they were just helping you fall deeper into sleep. fluffy balls of sweetness acted like a warm blanket, and you stood no chance, even with your issues with sleep.

and here anaxa is, having to deal with your antics for the millionth time. but if it was an issue—he'd be complaining, and even if he does, you know he doesn't mean it. like this very moment; "you're so weird," the scholar grumbles under his breath, yet he's careful as he approaches, careful to not startle you or the chimeras. "—i can't believe i have to deal with you." while he takes off his coat and covers you, all while he slowly carries you into his lap on the grass, settling you down comfortably to lean against him. "and you're just.. the worst."

he says these things while you're now asleep on him, his arms securely around you and keeping you close to support your body. if you were awake, surely you'd be teasing him about how affectionate he's choosing to be at the moment. and it seems the chimera's have gotten comfy too, the colorful critters beginning to yawn as he runs his fingers through your hair.

he wants to think he hates you for distracting him from his greater goal, for softening him up. for making him afraid to lose again.

but he can't, not when you're here and you wear the ring that reminds him of his promise. his promise to love you for however long he has and for far longer past death. his prophecy is neverchanging, but so is his love. and his legacy after death will never be truly told if your name is not mentioned alongside his.

mydei gets it. honestly, he does. sleep doesn't come easy to any of them, but mydei knows you're not exactly a heir. you're mortal, and you need things that he doesn't quite understand but he tries to. when he began catching you still up long past 2am, whether your nose buried in a book or eating leftovers from dinner, it worries him. he tries to soothe you back to sleep, but nothing works. and he has to watch you walk out that door with clearly not enough energy to function.

and it's the same thing tonight, he's laying on the couch with a novel in hand as you walk over to him. the time? 12:48 am. mydei wants to hide his unpleased expression, but he's sure his eyes narrow and his brows furrow slightly, however they're quick to melt into a much more tender expression as you move between his legs to lay on his chest, huffing.

"i'm tired, mydei." your voice is weak, and you feel limp on top of him. it actually causes somewhat discomfort to the warrior for a moment, as the feeling of a body on top of him is not foreign.. unfortunately. "i wish i could sleep. i really.. really do."

your hands ball into fists out of frustration, a trembling breath escaping you. but large, careful hands go over yours. breaking down that fist as he intertwines his fingers between the gap of yours, a perfect fit, as your two hearts are. "i don't know how i can help, but if i can find something, i'll be sure to tell you as soon as possible."

his lips softly kiss your forehead. "but i'm here. every night, and day, just come to me when it's too much." then he kisses each of your eyelids, and to mydei's surprise.. they don't open after he moves away. and you've fallen asleep, after a week of restlessness, you're brought into a dream state from kisses.

the chrysos heir would laugh, but he chooses to let you rest, rubbing soothing circles to your back as he waits for day to come.

phainon.. oh.. phainon... he's been so worried about the whole thing. he's gotten you some sleep medication, which does work, but he wants you to be able to sleep without them again. especially since there are times where you purposefully don't take them, and he has to find out when he comes home at 11pm and you're still up.

although tonight, when you're the one that comes home late, he's quick to catch on to the clear fatigue that's caught up with you. "baby?"

"work was horrible." you grumble, slugging towards him seated at the dining table before making yourself comfortable on the nearest chair (him). "i missed you, and i'm tired."

you feel his laugh echo in his throat, hands on your thighs pull you closer, before they move to your waist and stay there, humming teasingly. "i'm sorry to hear that, honey. you need anything? there's some dinner if you're hungry. i'll heat it up for you." he offers, caressing your form as you shake your head. what a touchy chair.

"i just wanna be able to sleep normally again, phai." you yawn, but you know well enough that your body will still refuse to rest. you forgot to stop by a pharmacy before going home, and you've run out of your sleeping meds. "i know, and you will soon baby. don't make your pretty head hurt any more than it already is, alright?" he dips down to kiss you tenderly with great passion. hey, if you can't sleep, he'll at least try to make the moments you're awake enjoyable. his left hand cups your cheek in order to tilt your head, his own shifting the opposite way to deepen the exchange of love. "you're alright, honey." he murmurs against your lips, pressing one last peck before he smiles. "i know you'll bounce back, you always do."

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thbbie · 15 hours ago

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༄ jason todd x gn!reader

jason lovess when you hold eye contact with him, not many people do — not many can.

so when you do it means so much, simply because it is you. the effect you have on the man is clear as day to anyone who has eyes to see.

you don't take any of his shit, you don't shrink away from him when either of you are upset. you stand straight, keeping your posture up right and rigid, your hands crossing over your chest as you stretch your neck to appear taller.

jason cannot help but thing you're so cute.

he also cannot help feeling terrified, you never take any of his shit.

"hey baby" he tries to stretch the words out . making them sound sickening with their sweetness, sugar coat them to help soften their landing and your demeanour.

but you remain unwavering, "cut your shit jason, how many fucking times have i told you not to be so fucking reckless? what am i supposed to do when you come wandering in here at night bloody and hurt?!"

he zones out for a moment — you're good to him

"my whole apartment looks like a crime scene, or a slaughter house and my boyfriend. my boyfriendight be hurt and won't even let me see that he's alright"

"ya can't just- do stuff like this jay. " you voice softened as you said that still it's an exasperated tone.

the guilt settles in, the playfulness he carried at the start of your conversation long gone.

you're just so good to him. and that makes this all worse.

how is he to explain to you that yesterday while on patrol, he say you with some guy from work. nothing happened, nothing except you guys walking side by side on the busking street in broad day light, each holding a cup of coffee (he knows exactly what's in yours) and having what looked like a light hearted conversation. it felt like a knife twisting in him when he saw you break out in laughter at something he'd said. you looked happy with him on that street, and jason can't give you that.

all he ever does end up giving you is that deep furrow on your forehead and your arms crossed over your chest, playful though biting back and forth banter; it's all he knows how to. what could he even say to make uou smile like that. truly genuinely smile at him like that.

none of this shows on his face, he remains unreadable and his expression hardened like the rest of him.

"..jay?"

he starts towards you, steps heavy and deliberat. jason could be menacing with his enormous body and towering height, but you feel wholly unafraid. jason would never hurt you. the possibility of it doenst even cross your mind. ever.

he stops when he's right indolent of you your crossed arms pressed lightly to his torso, you have to crane your neck up to look at him. his hands come up to hold each side of your face, engulfing your head in his gentle hold, and jason leans down to kiss you.

it's short, shallow. almost shy as he does. he pulls away from you just enough to look into your eyes, he sees them looking right back at him in concern. god he hates that. the guilt of making you feel that way always eats him alive.

he leans down again, but you beat him to it this time. pulling him down by the collar and stepping up on your toes to meet him, your lips crashing together in the softest messiest way.

i love you, the words die on his lips, muffled by your mouth against his. you swallow them whole, all the love he has offering it only to you. and you take it, fractured and broken with missing pieces you still take it.

because you're just too good to him. for him.

and he's going to be selfish about it. keeping you by his side, loving you like he deserve to because you make it feel like he does.

you do when you whisper it back to him so genuinely, when your hands trace his rough scared body like it's made of the finest porcelain always so delicate and kind to a man who has only ever known aggression. anger

with you, jason gets to know love. with you he gets to know gentleness and kindness and eyes contact.

as undeserving of it as he may be, he won't let you go. jason could be selfish sometimes. and the only permission he ever needs is kept safe deep inside your heart where you know he'll reach it.

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curly-fry-3 · 2 days ago

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hey bestie!

i don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but i thought i’d throw this out there.

i had an idea for dad!dean and daughter!reader where reader falls asleep in the back of the impala and dean carries her inside. maybe dean gets a big nostalgic about how he did it when she was little. everything else is totally up to you!

constantly in awe of you and everything you write, thank you!!! <3

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summary𖦹 You fall asleep in the car and Dean cant help but reminisce

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 565

notes𖦹 I just saw the request you sent earlier today about Scoobynatural and I fear youre gonna have to wait a while for it cause I only like writing when ive gotten to that part in the show and ive just started season 10. Also thank you for the good vibes for my surgery, im just getting my wisdom teeth out so its nbd (also im gonna probably write your other request while im recovering) and I know I said I wasn't gonna be that active but I had to take advantage of the inspiration I got

It had been a long drive home after a long weekend of work, safe to say, Dean was tired. Apparently, you were too. He looked in the rearview mirror and turned the radio volume down when he noticed you racked out in the backseat. Street lights illuminate the inside of the car as he continues driving through the night.

When he pulls into the garage of the bunker, you're still out cold. He brings in your luggage and his duffle bag before checking on you again. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was even and your face was relaxed–free of stress. It reminded him of when you were younger, when you didn't have the burden of knowing about the supernatural. Dean didn't want to disrupt your carefree state so–even though his back may hate him in the morning–he decided to carry you to your room just this once.

He carefully squats down to your level and slides his arms under your body, making sure he can support your weight. He slowly stands back up, you now in his arms princess style. You stir slightly and he pauses his movement, coaxing you back to sleep, “its ok sweetheart, i've got you”

You settle down, snuggling into the crook of his neck, and he smiles while looking down at you. Holding you like this made Dean reminisce on when you were a baby–when the only way he could get you to sleep was by cradling you into his chest. He carefully makes his way to your room when he remembers the times when you would sneak into his bed cause you couldn't fall asleep without him.

He kicks open your door and gently sets you in your bed, tugs your blanket over you, and grabs your favorite stuffed animal–the one he got you for your third birthday–and places it next to your head. He looks down at your sleeping figure, making sure you're comfortable, before kissing your forehead goodnight and whispering an “I love you” before leaving the room and letting you rest.

Looking at you tonight, so still and unburdened, made Dean wish that he could go back to when you were younger–when you didn't have to wonder if he would make it home safe that night. He misses when you would come to him for everything. Sure, you would still bug him like a toddler–and it's not like you two aren't very close–but he liked it when he was always the first one you looked to when you needed help.

Dean makes it to his room and puts on more comfortable clothes before getting into bed. After he gets comfortable in the sheets and starts drifting off, he hears his door opening and shuffling coming from the other side of the room. His hand goes to the gun hidden under his pillow until he hears you whisper a faint “Dad? Are you still up?”

His hand moves away from his weapon and he turns towards you. “Yeah sweetheart, is something wrong?”

You awkwardly stand there, holding your stuffed animal, and look at your feet bashfully, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Dean pulls back the covers, inviting you in with a smile “Just this once” He responds, knowing that this won't be the last time. Even though you're growing older, you're still just his little girl, and he could never say no to that request.

sorry for any typos

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1-800-local-slut · 1 day ago

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Jenny bestie hear me out . Reader with the personality and powers of shadow the hedgehog 👀. So she would be an anti hero that refuses to work with anyone but has that romantic tension with main mark grayson . While invincible is trying to convince her to turn over to being a full hero , cecil and the guardians are trying to take out reader but are always failing to do so cause ain't no way they're reaching the ultimate life forms level of power 🤭 . So like basically like headcanons of mark trying to get reader to turn over to the good side while she's basically trying to kill the guardians and cecil losing his mind over not being able to control her .

Hiiii! I loved this, thank you for the request! I hope you can forgive the delay, I've been crazy busy but I'm trying my best lol. Anyways, this is going to be a mix of angst but mostly lighthearted cuz I've been writing way too much serious stuff later. Thank you for the request <3

Warnings: making out, slight angst, homicide attempts, fluff and good vibes, you've literally never been normal a day in your life

Note: Amber and Mark broke up before he goes to see the Thraxan's because I say this all the time: man, stealing is never the move. Also, you were created in a lab here (hence the whole ultimate life form thing) so you don't know everything about yourself, but you escaped to live your own life.

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📯 You and Mark know y'all wanna make out, it would be safer for everyone if you just did it

📯You don't get along with anyone. You're more of a reluctant ally. You help when it serves you. Mark helps when he's nearby, he's gotten better at letting other heroes handle it.

📯But when you do stir up trouble, Mark unfortunately is who they call to try and arrest you. He always fails, of course. He can't physically catch you, and when he does grab you by pure luck and speed then you get terrifyingly strong and put belt to ass. You don't even have to fight him all the time; you just always end up doing so

📯Lowkey they call Mark because the GDA knows you always get distracted by Mark even if you don't know

📯 You can literally escape at anytime but the opportunity to be close to him (even if it’s in a battle) makes your heart beat just a bit harder for some reason

📯 The trash talk? Oh my god, it's amusing to you both and you both like it. Your mouth is more reckless though, so you tend to say crazier shit than him. He loves hates when you explain why he can't beat you for the tenth time in a month.

"You ready to go to jail?!"

"Fuck you, you can't arrest me! I'm the ultimate life form!"

📯 The news is sick of y'all. The Guardians are sick of y'all. The GDA is sick of y'all. William and Eve are sick of y'all.

📯 When you two do get to team up, you both know you like it. You like working with someone who won't sell you out. Mark just likes you. But the other thing is, you only talk to Mark.

📯 When you all went to Mars, you kept your words minimum. Not like your usual sly comments. Mark was so ashamed to realize that he liked you not giving the other heroes the time of day. You kept everything to a brief five words or a 'hm.'

📯 You go back and forth with Mark, and Mark only. Like that’s the only person whose had a kind of conversation with you

📯 Your only actual issue with Mark is that he’s insisting on seeing the good in you. You aren’t exactly an evil person. You’re just more for following your own rules, and you also don’t trust the government.

“See? You can be good! You’re really good at it.”

As you’re carrying a group of wailing and coughing children out of a burning building.

“Their children.” Was all you said, and that was explanation enough.

📯 You don’t really like people. You don’t play nice with others. It’s not exactly your fault. But you tolerate Mark

📯He eventually is able to get you to not mind being around others. You even said 'hello' when walking into a room, but you blamed on being in a good mood for once.

📯 Slowly but surely you two were making progress. Baby steps as they say. You sat next to Rex one time and he went entirely still to avoid somehow irritating you into getting up. You're kind of like an unfriendly cat but when you are friendly it's the best feeling ever

📯 You're even getting along better with Cecil!

📯 You stop just walking out when he's speaking to you

"Piss off. I don't follow your orders."

Before you're skating out the door.

📯 Now you let him talk and just ignore whatever he's saying. Literally everything was great-ish. You and Mark weren't attempting to kill each other every other week; he's kind of like your safe space when you don't want to hang around randoms anymore

📯 Until you had some personal business to attend too, which led to you getting shot with a giant laser. But you're the ultimate life form so that beam felt like a mild sunburn to you.

📯 You aren't stupid, obviously Cecil fired that canon at you. He swore it was an accident "we weren't trying to hit you!" but that didn't really matter to you when he was dangling over the edge of a building

📯 That homicide attempt was an accident. But you don't take threats to your life lightly. It did nothing to you, except singed a few of the red streaks in your dark curls, but you still didn't appreciate it. PLUS the blue haired priss who followed you all the way from your home escaped with her life. You were going to have to see her again thanks to Cecil's interference. Safe to say, you were not pleased

📯 You stopped any type of heroism. Not because of a personal vendetta against the people of Earth, but you just couldn't trust it. Everything was a set up to you. You even stopped talking to Mark.

📯 The man was hurt. He couldn't even call you, he just missed you. You weren't his girlfriend. He shouldn't want to see you, shouldn't want you sitting next to him on a roof top after an arrest. He shouldn't want you the way he does, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.

📯 He missed you. He thought about stopping by your apartment. He thought about appearing in front of you under the cover of darkness and telling you how he feels. But you've been so on edge lately that he knew the second you laid eyes on him things would be different.

📯 Your sharp eyes wouldn't soften just a bit like they usually do. Instead, they would go wide with rage, you'd think it was a set up. He doesn't know your favorite food, your favorite color, he doesn't even know why you call yourself the ultimate lifeform.

📯 But Mark does know you. He knows how when something gets in the way of what you believe, you don't take kindly to it. He knows you stand for what you think is right. Knows how your nose scrunches just a bit when you think something is ridiculous. He knows your beautiful, and knows you know that your beautiful. The way your ruby irises follow your own reflection in mirrors is telling.

📯 And he knows after almost a year of knowing you, when you get paranoid or antsy it's best to leave you alone. So he does, he leaves you to your own devices for you to cool off. You clearly need sometime but you aren't getting that since your back on enemy terms with the government.

📯 It also didn't help when you caught Cecil spying on you, in revenge you attempted to curb stomp him, but Immortal decided that was the time to run a fade. He was quickly silenced, along with Black Samson. Mark's never seen someone use another person as a bat to slap another person, but he was impressed

📯 The girl he liked was currently at war with the government and his friends. Mark was choosing to stay out of it, plus he had to run. Off to save the Thraxans BUT those two months of absence were not fun for you. He saw you before he left though

"Why would I care that you're leaving?" You asked, brushing through your wet curls and spraying leave in conditioner into the plats. He watched as you used your fingers to distribute a hair mask through your hair and rustled through your hair products for a scrunchie.

Mark sighed, leaning against the fire escape of your apartment. For a crap hole building, you fixed it up really nice. It was a crap hole, but you were a pretty good thief. Good enough to steal appliances and furniture enough to cover up the state of the house. He's pretty sure you let your landlord keep living as a form of rent.

He was standing out there, under the stars outside your bedroom window. The brick and glass separating you two felt almost poetic. He would've stayed all night if there wasn't a spaceship waiting for him just five miles away.

For once you were at peace, and you looked so beautiful just calmly sitting and doing your hair.

"I don't know. I know things aren't great between us right now. But I...I don't know. It didn't feel right for me to leave without telling you."

You paused, biting your lip as your red eyes glanced down at the vanity you were sat at. For a moment he imagined you two were different people. Not Invincible and the anti-hero fans have taken to calling 'Streaker' (a name you have no solid opinions on), but Mark and the woman he wants to be with.

"When are you coming back?"

A beat of silence hung through the night. Wind pushed Mark's hair around his head, and the wind pushed through your window and rustled some random receipts on your dresser.

"Soon."

The sharpness of your eyes glanced over to Mark through your mirror, and you swallowed hesitantly. Eyelids fluttered shut before you recomposed yourself like nothing happened despite your obvious dissatisfaction with the lack luster answer.

Your fingers now brushed through a red portion of your hair, applying the cream to it before you finished the final braid and placed a shower cap over your head.

"Try not to die in space."

📯 Mark knew you'd get into it 10x worse with the GDA and everyone. No matter how much they insisted the murder attempt wasn't on purpose, you insisted they should've minded the business that pays them.

📯 Tells Cecil not to provoke you in the meantime.

📯 Mark was right, things got worse. You almost had to move due to how much they were spying on you. The other heroes did not like you; you were a loose cannon to them.

📯 You don't miss Mark (you run by his house sometimes on the way home just to see if he's back, you live the entire opposite direction)

📯 The only person who kind of understood you was gone. 'Soon', turned into two months. Why should you care? Mark wasn't your boyfriend.

📯 You've never imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him. Never thought about ditching all the bullshit and living somewhere peaceful together. Never had a strange dream about having a baby together (or a nightmare where he cheated on you)

📯 OH MY GOD YOU'D FLIP YOUR SHIT IF HE 'CHEATED' ON YOU

📯 You're 100% the jealous type over a man who you aren't with. You aren't the type to purposely disrupt his relationships. That's desperate and it NEVER gave that. But you smile just a bit when he fights with his girlfriend before they broke up.

📯 You want Mark to be happy of course. But if it can't be with you, then is he truly happy? You feel bad, it's selfish and you know it. You can't help it though. You two can't be together. You go after something when you want it, but you know who and what you are. You liked Mark too much to risk bruising your ego over a rejection that big

📯 You woke up pissed off for a week, you had a dream he hooked up with some alien broad with three boobs while he was up there and that's what was taking him so long.

📯It didn't matter how much you steeped in your own rage; you couldn't exactly yell at him. And you wouldn't have the right to do so either.

📯You were gonna beat his ass when he got back, how could he disappear for two months? Didn't he think about you? How could he leave you on this planet with a bunch of losers and people you hate for so long? Didn't he know your thread of self-control was already weak? Didn't he know he kept you under control? Didn't he know you needed him??? How could he! (you're literally delusional but it's okay because Mark is delulu over you too)

📯You're mad until you physically see him. You totally planned on whopping his ass for cheating on you in your dream and leaving for two months. But when you saw him, all you could do was nod in acknowledgment of his safe return. In your language you basically just hugged him

📯He appears on your balcony again. But this time things are different. You ushered him into your window.

He looks perfectly out of place. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he stood on the hard floor of your bedroom.

"I'm back."

"I can see."

Then nothing. Mark took the silence to notice something: he never realized that you were really soft on the inside. Well he knew. But right now, watching you paint your nails and inspect your toes, he was coming to an understanding. You were a normal person sometimes. And Mark was attracted to that version of you too.

"Listen, I'm sorry I was gone so long."

He wanted you to be mad at him. To grab him and yell at him just how badly you missed him. He found himself thinking of you every day, dreaming of you every night. You haunted his every moment. The memories of simple conversations, the few times you violated one another's personal space.

In addition to mentally missing you, he had been bone crushingly sad which he feels is fair considering everything he went through in a simple two months. So late at night, he imagined seeking comfort from your body.

Soft touches, eyes meeting, maybe a cheeky grin from you, something more.

"I kept myself busy." you informed him while you took a bite out of your hamburger that sat in a wrapper next to you after capping your nail polish, dragging him out of his dreams of you.

"I heard all about it. You didn't need to blow up that GDA truck you know, I don't know how you accomplished that."

You shrugged but he could see the devastatingly attractive glimmer of pride in your eyes.

"Like I said, I kept myself busy."

📯Now y'all know I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. So, I want to talk about the real romance between you two

📯Mark watches your back. He knows he can't hug you or catch you if you're falling. He can't even imagine you initiating a hug. He's not a touchy guy anyways so it's okay with him that you aren't hanging off of him. But Mark always will have your back

📯He knows you're the ultimate life form even if he has no clue what it means. But he doesn't miss the look in your eyes when he blocks a boulder flying at your head.

📯You get him gifts that aren't gifts. Essentials we'll say. He's bleeding heavily from the nose? You're stuffing tissue up his nose (albeit a bit roughly) before going back to whatever you were doing. He's hungry on a mission? You'll share your last snack with him. He's acting like a man dying of thirst? You're grabbing water from the closest convenience store and handing it to him soundlessly

📯You aren't great with Oliver at any age. When he's a baby you don't know what do with him, he seems to think your glowing red eyes are squishy toys. When he's toddler, he's a smartass and you're not loving it. But you do care for him, you just don't know how to show it.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Oliver!"

"They're in my head, there's nothing wrong with them." You dismissed him while fighting a scowl. For a five-year-old he has a lot of question.

📯"Why are you so fast? Are you faster than Mark? Are you faster than my dad? Do you have a dad? Mark never said you have a dad. Where is your dad? Are you a mom? Are you and Mark dating? Have you two mated yet? How old are you? Can you teach me how to be fast? I'll teach you how to fly! Can you fly? What exactly are you?"

📯Before Mark or Debbie tell him to knock it off. You answer most of his questions though. A few you don't exactly know the answer to, so you just do your best with him.

📯Debbie doesn't know if she likes you. You're not Mark's girlfriend but she isn't blind, she knows her child.

📯The second he sees a beautiful black woman who would rather die before being walked over he's gone.

📯She doesn't judge you; she just can't really get a read on you since you rarely speak. Mark insists you're just nervous about meeting new people. You speak when spoken too but even then, it's hard to get a real sentence out of you.

📯BUT that all changes when you get hit with a car for Mark. A literal car flying at you through the air. You could've dodged it, sure. But you pushed Mark out of the way and the car landed on you with only your skates visible. Your legs flailed around comically, and you angrily told Mark to watch out for himself when he freed you a second later

📯Any woman who is willing to take a hit like that for Mark is alright in her book. She wants Mark to man up and ask you out already.

"She got hit by a car for you!"

"Mom, it's not like that. I don't want to freak her out, of course I like her but..."

"Don't be a scaredy cat Mark!"

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

📯Okay now for the real juicy stuff: the relationship

📯You confess to Mark one day. Neither of you can get drunk, your body burns through it too fast, and Mark's body will heal him quicker than he can blink.

📯You're comfortable together. Comfortable enough to sit in silence together while everyone celebrates together. Eventually you even let him slightly touch you. No where close to hugging but you do let your skin touch in proximity

📯He wasn't paying attention, but you were stewing in what seems like anger all day. He's the only one who can handle you like this, so you sat with your arms crossed in agitation

"I want to go home." you scowled with the redness of your eyes intensely glowing like hot embers.

"How about we stay for a while, then I take you home." He soothed gently, rubbing your arm but it did nothing to calm you down.

"Why?!" You exploded and Mark jumped at your sudden outburst. The entire room went silent. You looked around, anger and embarrassment flooding your face. Mark wasn't having the greatest time, but it was still nice to get together with everyone.

"The fuck are y'all looking at?" Before you hopped off the couch and with a streak of red light you were gone.

He followed because you have him hooked. He's never been fast enough to catch you; you tell him all the time he never will be. BUT you do seem to like flowers. He's found you in flower patches before just on a lazy day, lying around doing nothing. He's found you in a specific one in the woods by your house just a few times. The little clearing helps you clear your mind.

When he does find you, you're angrily pacing back and forth on a little worn path. For once not running. You stop once you hear him land behind you.

"What." It came out as a sharp snap, without facing him.

"What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. Go away."

"You can tell me."

In a rage you spun around eyes darting around as if looking for something to throw at him in an attempt to repel him. A frustrated huff crossed with an angry shriek was his answer as.

"What the fuck! Just tell me what's wrong, why are you being so difficult?!"

Your shoulders rolled before you stalked to the edge of the clearing with your back to him. He followed because like I said you have him whipped girl.

"I like you. I like you so much it pisses me off! We had a shit day, I got stuck in a sewer drain then you wanted to go hangout with everyone, why? I don't like them people, but I like you and wanted to make you happy. But honestly, I can't force myself anymore, okay?! I can't do it! I can't stand this shit!"

That was the most he ever heard you speak.

"We don't have to hang out with everyone."

"Don't patronize me. Fuck off." You laughed, your voice raw with what sounded like forming tears and your eyes now a dimmer red.

He floated over to you, where you kept your arms wrapped tightly around your body. You fought his arms, his affections. What, did you think he was about to hold you then laugh and say sike?

His eyes followed your face as you squirmed from the warmth of his hands.

"We don't have to hangout with anyone else. I just want to hangout with you."

📯From there you've been insufferable. It's so yucky. You literally don't care about anything else.

📯Remember how I said Mark isn't a touchy guy? I lied. He wasn't touchy before you, but he really REALLY likes touching you. He's always touching you, it's so annoying (you want to live in his skin but you have to stay nonchalant)

📯He's holding your hand, touching the small of your back, forcefully laying his entire body over yours while you try to nap, he might even lick the side of your neck for the fun of it.

📯You hate it (lie) but you get used to it. You even held your hand out for him to hold it once. Hell, you once opened your arms for a hug and he almost bawled.

📯Here's the crazy ass thing: when Mark gets you used to the touching then he can't get you to stop. He can be trying to shit and you're holding his hand

📯Even on the battlefield when you're supposed to be staying focused you were staring at him with those big red eyes.

📯Mark gets to see you being soft and normal and he's fallen deeper in love with you

📯When you wake up from a nap (after being able to sleep with him in the room) and your eyes are so sleepy and soft. You don't want to get up, and you're dragging Mark back into bed with you muttering something like 'no not yet'. Before you put on your makeup, without the sharp wings of your eyeliner, when you remove it and your face has a dewey glow of your skin care

📯Oh his favorite is when you're sleeping. He gets to look at you as much as he wants without you telling him to cut it out.

"What."

"I'm looking at you, I can't stare at my girlfriend?"

"No, what the fuck?" Before you're crinkling your face in disgust and rolling over so he can't look at you anymore.

📯But when you're sleeping, you're so cute. You're face smooshed against his chest, the red of your bonnet slipping (before he adjusts it) to give away to a streak of red hair in the front of your hair under the covers of black hair. You drool just a bit even though you'd never admit that though. You also sleep talk a little and he records it once. If he shows it to you, he fears you'll go feral

📯You like to climb on him. Only in the privacy of your bedrooms. Like if he's sitting, you'll climb onto his lap or neck.

📯You feel safe enough with Mark to be semi-calm with him. You still don't talk much but Mark can really get you talking. You try to fight it and keep it cool, but you just love him. You love him so much that your true self comes out

📯You even laugh, a high-pitched squeal that only comes out when you're truly happy. He always makes you laugh. In fact, you laugh so much that you almost got smile lines from the sheer amount of joy you felt. He's just such a good boyfriend.

📯He's there for you, understands that you don't feel the need to explain where you're from and doesn't push you, doesn't really want to know why you keep running fades with some random blue haired girl

📯Mark supports you no matter how many time's y'all fight he more so just cheers you on

📯You don't give a fuck about other people, you worried about yourself and your man that's it. He could be telling you the hottest tea and you'll fall asleep

📯It's so bad you'll be so out of the loop. Like you know nothing, and you don't care, you just listen because you want to listen to whatever he says even if it's in one ear and out of the other for you.

"Oh my God, I forgot to tell you. Robot cloned himself from Rex because Robot, who wants us to call him Rudy now, likes Monster Girl. But Monster Girl looks nine, literally looks like a little kid and he wanted to crack that, but he says it's okay because they're biologically the same age now? I don't know. I just feel like seeing a nine-year-old and wanting to hit that is so weird even if you're mentally the same age.

Stealing the DNA of a grown man because you think a girl who looks like a little kid likes him is crazy as Hell-"

Before you just pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Can we go back to making out? I don't care about this."

And he's so down bad for you that he has the dumbest grin on his face.

"Okay." With literally the biggest smile on his face, you love the effect you have on him. Then you two are touching each other everywhere. Literally everywhere, you never noticed how big his hands were before they were down your panties, and his fingers were inside of you.

📯Oliver hates how much you two 'mate' it's so gross. You two wanted each other for the longest time, now that you have this man you weren't going to waste the chance to rub up on him.

📯It embarrassed you so bad to not only want someone but ALSO want someone to do crazy shit to you

📯Mark wants you so bad too but you're both pretty busy. Well Mark is, you chose not to partake in society, but you have your own stuff that you do when he isn't around. But that does not stop you two.

📯It doesn't stop him from coming up behind you and pressing his boner into you, running his hands up your stomach and over your breast.

📯Ironically y'all do not have fast sex. I know the whole super speed thing makes it seem like you two would but you two love each other and want to spend as much time together possible. Privacy is very important to you two as well, so there's nothing going on in public. You want to enjoy it, not feel like it's just a cheap fuck and that's it.

📯Mark is just happy he gets to touch you. But no, he also wants to be gentle with you. He lets you take the lead because it makes you comfortable. He's just a man at the end of the day. He's happy to just lay with you. And he knows giving up power freaks you out.

📯So, if that means taking great pleasure in you setting the pace when he does sometimes want to go as fast as he can and watch you lose yourself, he also knows intimacy is a big step for you

📯But you do go fast sometimes. It just lasts long. Lots of screaming. You've gotten noise complaints.

📯He holds you afterwards. He rubs your back but doesn't say much. Over time you get very used to just taking it easy. More comfortable talking about your feelings. But after something like sex where you've just shown him every single part of you, he isn't gonna push you to do something you've just gotten used too. There is comfort in silence.

📯If you did speak or lash out after sex or maybe during then it meant you were upset and needed to talk it out. But Mark knows the less you say the better you're feeling after something like that.

📯Similar to how you two got together. Comfort in silence. Silence in sitting together, feeling each other and rubbing each other's soft skin until someone falls asleep. Usually, you first then Mark follows after making sure you're comfortable.

📯All in all: you two love each other. He's crazy over you, you're crazy in general. It works! You guys are the most sickening couple, you don't care whose around or what's going on you're gonna keep being a hater and stunting on these hoes.

📯You struggle with PDA, at most you'll hold hands, or he'll have his arm wrapped around your shoulder in public. Mark understands and he doesn't need to stick his tongue down your throat in public.

📯You try to get along with everyone a little better for his sake, but Mark knows you have a mutual dislike with almost everyone. Mark doesn't care either. You get along with William, his mom and brother, that's all that matters. Those are the people Mark would take with him on a desert island, he doesn't want no one else out there with him.

📯You become more of a hero instead of anti-hero because Mark won't let you hang vilians upside down in the name of good until police could arrive.

(Okay this is getting way too long y'all so we're gonna pack it up. But I would totally write a short story about this couple. Like a little day trip and when you two finally hold hands for the first time in public. That would be so cute.)

📯Ultimately, Mark loves you. He loves how you refuse to play nice, how you refuse to be something you aren't. He also knows better than to push you. You've been through it of course, but he knows you're trying. For his sake, you try, and he appreciates that. He loves you; he supports you, he's there for you no matter what.

📯You love Mark so much. He keeps you grounded; he doesn't take your anger to heart. You're push people away from fear, but Mark is glued to your sight. You couldn't pry him off of you with a crowbar. He accepts you; he gives you the love you need. You appreciate how he doesn't try to force things with you. He's supportive but lets you figure yourself out and everyone needs that sometimes. He's your safe place, you're his favorite person in the entire world.

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A Lazy Man's Body Pillow | Belphegor Attacker | Summary | SPOILERS

Hey y'all! Like the fancy thing I did with the above banner? Ngl the hardest part was compressing the damn thing because I apparently made it way to fucking large lol But anyways, it seems this time around a lot of y'all were able to get his card which shows some promise that the gacha rates have changed? Maybe?? We'll seeeeeeee

Usually I do the entire "summary then screenshot" thing but I realized that format works better for exclusive cards than ones we're gonna see in 3 months. So we're back to my, "screenshots with commentary" format. Let's hope I can do this with only 29 screenshots 😭

Let's kick it off with

So it seems that MC has won some kind of "lottery", but there's no foolin' MC when it's very blantantly written on the back of the ticket that the host Kingdom is Niflheim and it didn't take much for Beleth to admit that he did some slick shit just so he could go on....

checks notes

v a c a t i o n .

Now, I love Beleth. Love me some him. But I'll be damned if he sets me up randomly to babysit his lazy ass King/Husband (I don't make the rules). But oh well we're fucking here, would of been nice if you, idk just asked me, Beleth 💀

So we get some lore about how Niflheim's palace works! We were told that it was militaristic, cutthroat and what not. Turns out it's ran like a huge office, everyone pushing paperwork, moving around boxes, they even have departments and they have to get Belphie's approval of things.

It has me wondering honestly why they're so busy? Like in each country I've noticed there's paperwork to file or sign and I'm just like please don't let Hell be like this if it exists because I'd cry like wtf I died to leave this shit on Earth not relive it again??? lol

But what I really noticed is that Niflheim has these cute demon cats similar to Harumon running around and earning their keep. I wish my cats could get a job and help with these bills they rack up.

there goes my baby......

AHEM

I mean...hi, hello here to work part-time because I can't be bothered to work full-time because idk unless you want me to work full-time where I'm your secretary 😏😏😏

So after Belphie pretty much half-assed explained where the breakroom and offices are in the palace, here's Vassago! Though he seems like he's pretty chill, I can sense he's actually annoyed that he has to monitor MC and "train" them. It reminds me of starting a new job and the mentor they set you up with is either overly excited or basically acts as if they don't want to be there. Or you get that rare one who's happy as fuck to mentor you because that means they don't have to do what they were normally doing.

Also, it seems that tension between Agares/Vassago and the Niflheim crew is evident. He respects Beleth and Belphegor's titles but when it comes to loyalty it's always gonna be to Agares.

FOR NOW THO

And during this little interaction, Belphie gets tired of them talking so much so he pretty much yeets MC's clothes off. No one cares though because they're too busy working.

Here is the first instance of Belphie not caring about MC's feelings or comfort. I imagine most folks would not just wanna be striped naked in a epicenter of busy office workers. All because....we were talking too much? 😭 P L E A S E

I won't lie though, separating myself from MC-

if that man wanted to shut me up, this is way to do it 💀

Vassago tellin' it like it is. "Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout y'all bein' treated like guests" had me cackling because he basically said "Bitch you thought...."

Vassago got the time. Don't mess with him.

So now we're back to MC being naked, and ofc they hate it so they ask for clothes. The only thing available to fit them is a maid uniform (I'll showcase both fits for fem and masc mc in another post) because that's what Belphie likes.

freak

I know somethin' else that will fit real nice too, *sips tea*

with his smug ass lookin' face.

And it's funnier because if you remember in Levi's maid card...he's the one that gave him the maid hentai book in the first place so we already know why he likes that maid outfit....

also....notice how no one else has to wear it?

this is on purposssseeeeeeeeeeee

And now we get to the part where Belphie leans on MC asking for them to carry him. I always wondered if we could carry him??? I imagine devils are way heavier and the gravity works differently in Hell, like maybe a lot of things are heavier than usual? Or maybe lighter? In this universe Hell seems to be in a completely different realm/planet than Earth instead of that "underground" theory.

With that being said, I'm pretty sure we're able to carry him, but he's still fucking heavy since the description says MC was five times slower than Vassago. And on top of that he's telling MC where to go...which is the least he can do considering they can't keep up with Vassago lol

I also like the little attitude he gets if you get mouthy with him. But the thing about it, is that once again MC yields to it 😭 like I wanna know what happens if you just dropped him on the floor 💀

Now we've made it to where MC has reached a dining room. Vassago in so little words said that MC was going to be feeding Belphie, and how to be a perfect subordinate. We even get a cameo from Agares, and Vassago immediately goes into servant mode showing MC how it's done.

And then-

I'm sorry y'all but I lost it when he started doing this....

First....feeding him, making sure his glass is full and then he pretty much starts fingering me during????? AND SAYS ITS WARM AND PERFECT TO TAKE A NAP BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS HELLO???

I fear I would crumble

A funny part though is that MC tried to protest, and Vassago was like don't you fucking dare >__> because he instructed them to only speak when spoken to lol

I'm enjoying Vassago rn because he really is that guy. Like don't make his job harder than it needs to be and he doesn't have to chide as much.

And this really shows when MC is told to strip naked and clean the stairs, no underwear either????

Vassago literally says that's MC's job as a maid, and Belphie was no help, basically only stating to take off their clothes and clean the stairs.

damn we strict here ain't we?

I'd like to pause and talk about MC's dynamic with Belphie real quick. Clearly, Belphie's way of interacting with MC is that they are simply just someone to clean, cater, and do what he says just like the rest of his subordinates around him. There's no special treatment, no favor, no anything. For once we get to see a different perspective of how Belphie treats them versus any one else. Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, not even Leviathan would make MC clean their palace naked. Asmo? Well...the only reason they'd be naked is...lol I believe Belphie is actually the only King that doesn't show MC any special bias. I mean even Beleth pretty much skiddadled the fuck outta there once it was clear that MC couldn't leave and he was officially on vacay. And I can understand exactly why....this is how things run in Niflheim and in the event the devils of this region were even thrilled to get a day off if Belphie won the contest. NOW compared to how he acted toward MC when he wins the contest versus now, could very much have to do with the circumstance, and tbh it could of happened before or after or this is a completely different timeline altogether. If y'all remember Beel's selfie card, he treated MC very poorly as if he had no idea who they were and even belittled them for a "lack of experience". Certainly though, that was probably a "clone" of his or it was the real Beel and he just hadn't met MC yet prior to.

Going back to Belphie's card though...and MC cleaning the stairs naked....we get another cameo....

DRE IN THE HOUSEEEEE

So yeah ofc he didn't care MC was there naked, he literally can't see them. But I'm pretty sure he's aware they are there on the stairs since he walked past them no problem.

I laughed here because MC's thigh sweat or pre-cum whatever the hell it was dripped on the floor and Dre was like 🤨🤨🤷‍♀️ and just left. He does NAWT careeeeee lmao

If we're being honest he probably smelled them too. But as per usual he's got his mind on other things. No time for whatever foolishness is goin' on here.

Also, to mention that MC says that they felt putting on the maid outfit rewired something in their brain to where even though they are embarrassedthey still wanted to do whatever Belphie ordered them to do.

imma be honest, for me it would be because i'm tryna get that dick so yeah i'll listen....he already stuck his fingers in the coochie so let's gooooooooooo

And Belphie does more shit that I like....because he play around too much.

-While getting him dressed, he had a hard on just out and about -MC was being told be focused and silent while serving tea and he just comes up and grabs them in their chest to get them to make a noise

LIEK STOP PLAYIN' WITH ME BRO I WILL LITERALLY just do nothing and let you do it I'm weak just please keep touching me.

Bathin was concerned about MC being there, and Gusion clocked MC's ass and was like "Yeah you like this shit don't you?"

He claims it's because there's always patterns he can read where can tell immediately if someone is "that type" that claims they hate something but they really like it.

he would have clocked me on a lot things then because damn

"Ha, caught yo ass." 💀💀💀💀💀💀

But then both he and Bathin realize quickly that this is all a roleplay to Belphie based off the maid hentai series he owns. So remember what I said earlier? Yup it's confirmed...he's really just doin' this shit on purpose to fulfill the fantasies of one of his favorite series.

It has me wondering.....how many other series he would play out and how many cosplay outfits he has for that playtime....

Belphie a freak and I like it.

Hol' up, how we get here???

Glad to tell y'all.

Vassago came up in the hallway, to much of Gusion and Bathin's distaste...and told MC the rules of putting Belphie to sleep. Bathin and Gusion in so little words told MC that Beleth is really the only one who can deal with Belphie's horrible sleeping habits and "good luck with that". At 10 pm exactly, everyone locked their doors in the entire palace.....

literally me if I were MC because what the hell is going on.....

So there is MC, taking out their notebook to write down what Belphie does in his sleep, only to then doze off because they're rightfully tired...and then bam there's Belphie jackin' it in front of them.

NOW ME y'all already know what time it would be.

locked in, mouth wide open, ready to serve customer service. *plays cupcakke songs in the background*

So our boy is a leaker, and for this part here, MC is basically sitting there in the dim light watching him stroke himself and he's like half-awake. The way that it's described that the room is hot, smells like him, and MC is sweating has me being like "damn probs humid as fuck in that room but aight"

And then...Belphie suddenly realizes that MC is in the room with him. And because of that now all hell has broke loose.

Okay well you ain't gotta ask me twice, I'll spread whatever hole I have available sir.

YESSIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

cumhole, cumslut, cumdumpster, whatever you need I'm available 24 hours for ya.

He even tells MC to swallow it....like????? he even threatened to get Vassago to come in if MC kept hesitating and I'm just imagining a pissed off Vassago coming in being like "Look bitch if you don't get this shit right, it's bad enough I have to come in here...." 💀💀💀💀

This was right after he said he would make sure MC had something to put down in that journal.......

He starts pushing MC outside the room, in his half-dazed state....which I'm like wait this is like a sleepwalking wet dream omg or....a play on sonophilia where you're fucking but still asleep. (which I've written beforeeeeeee with Amon! and for a different fandom, Nanami actually from JJK)

But anyways, we get some lore with how Belphie usually is at night time. He wanders around the halls of the palace ranting like he's drunk, or thinking there's an angel going around, just basically causing trouble and everyone locks themselves up during his bad sleep habits. I imagine he does this every goddamn night so that's why everyone is shut in their offices at 10pm.

Gusion is concerned about working overtime and getting off early, Bathin is planning to use Harumon to move MC somewhere else if it gets bad, and then there's Vassago.....thinking about how he's going to give Agares ripe oranges in the morning😭

Bless him.

MC asked how far they were going, Belphie stops and starts making out with them....love me a man who doesn't care that his spunk is all in your mouth and tongues you down like he did.

f u c k

Now this is him suckin' on some titties....and I'm just like MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE HIM AN EATER RIGHT NOW LIKE???? MOVE YA HEAD LOWER???????

He'd be such a lazy ass with eating you out or giving head but at least he'd do it because he's half asleep and horny as fuck.

Tellin' MC they can't clean right, they can't smile right or doing anything correct but got them bent over and losing their mind.

these backshots about to go crazy

And like??? I'm not even mad at how he's doing this....dude has a warped idea of what a maid is based on his favorite series and he's playing that out foreal.

And here, his philia came into play. He says that MC tryin' hard to work givin' it their all and going above and beyond turns him on more than anything else in the world. And I'm just like oh....so that's what this is like...

ooooo weeeee

Yes'm. I know, lemme show youuuuuuuuu 💖💕🥴🥴😌

he's so hot I can't stand him y'all

I levitated.....

this was after MC begging him to put his dick in, and him asking why they were begging....and hfuankjxnf,ajnxfkanlf

DAMN HIM

HELP

And then he told MC to stable themselves cause they were movin' too much. After, MC grounds themselves and he starts fucking them FASTER and deeper

Like.....

He even starts smackin' their ass and telling them to talk cause he likes it, but he wouldn't be listening. (shit, like I'll ramble and moan all day if he's drillin' how he was...)

And BITCH

he told them to stop ordering him around, pulled that thang out said that HE was the master and slipped it right back in. WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHIN'

that shit was hot as fuck and I need him

GAWD THAT FUCKING FACE FUCK

AND he was that focused and thrusting with effort? PHEW I just know those backshots were astronomical

After that he has MC fuck themselves on him...and then when MC was losing themselves he started smacking their ass again, going faster, and when I tell you he rode that orgasm out to the end of time?

he wore himself and mc out

I'm tellin' y'all I needed a cigarette, I need a drink, I needed an edible SOMETHING after reading that because phew.

I don't really bother to self-insert in most otomes and stories, but during this spice? I had to and it was an experience.

Now going to the climaxxxx

Belphie is all cute bein' like "carry me darlin'" and just falls asleep on top of MC and MC just falls asleep naked on the floor with him. They end up in Belphie's room in his bed and Beleth is there just smilin' and shit.

He explains that he knows Belphie's sleep schedule right down to the days and that last night happened to be one of his "relief" nights meaning that he has a cycle. And usually Beleth just knocks him out, which sounds like he punches him?

Now, I've noticed here that PB doesn't really do the whole "confirming cxc content" but I'm gonna go a whim and assume that Beleth does in fact fuck Belphegor sometimes during these relief nights. Beleth also has special conditions when it comes to sex so the punching Belphie to sleep method also makes sense.

Then, Belphie does a cute thing and pulls MC in like a pillow and says he knows they aren't a pillow because none of them are as nice as MC's body so there was no need to explain nothin' to him.

He's super adorable when he's not being a little shit, huh?

AND THAT'S THE END FOLKS!

Overall Score (unbiased): 9.5/10!

This score is because the smut writing really has gotten a little better since the beginning of this game. Now others will have different opinions on this, but I at least noticed some improvements on that front. Also, because I just didn't really care for MC having to be run ragged like they were and Beleth just yeeting them to the void like that. But oh well, it just shows that not every devil or fallen angel we meet is gonna be biased to treating MC a certain way and that within itself is refreshing.

Now when it comes to self-insert purposes, I suspect that the majority would not like like Belphie treats MC at all. This is understandable, but this is also part of his character that I like. Pretty much everyone is on the same level to him in terms of usefulness and that's that. You gotta work hard to earn his favor, and clearly that seems to work out toward the end when he's snuggling up to MC like he is.

Also when you think about it, a niche roleplay based off your fave series can only be used with someone you particularly like, which means he felt that MC would fit this role instead of one of his subordinates, and he puts MC on the same level as Beleth because I'm very certain he has Beleth do some cosplay shit with him.

Plus Beleth would look bangin' in a maid costume.

Now if y'all want my BIASED opinion, this card is 100+/10 because I liked Belphie doing his weird shit during the maid thing, him barking orders that were half-assed or sometimes direct, and then the fingering under the table thing....

i'm sorry that just does something to me.

plus...all of this...the theme and the superiority thing reminds me of Sukuna from JJK and he would definitely humiliate you too just like this for amusement.....and idk I'm a Sukuna stan so...😩

The next post will be about his likability chats, a link to peek at his adore mode, and I'll be talking about his date story! So stay tuned. Again thank y'all for any interactions, reading my rambles and summaries and I hope you enjoyed his card like I did ^^ -yourlovelyadmin Jaze(✿◡‿◡)

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb belphegor #whb spoilers #whb screencaps #whb react #jazewhbreacts🖤

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 24 hours ago

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hi! I saw somewhere that Jason is manipulative. Would you want to write him with a nerd reader? Maybe where he's like. An extra bad person?

Ooh yeah, Jason's darling being a nerd would certainly bring out an...interesting side of him. I hope this lives up to expectations!

Yandere! Jock With A Nerd Darling

Gn! reader

Warnings: Yandere character, gaslighting, sort of stalking, Jason makes mean comments, manipulation, emotional manipulation, Jason's a bad boyfriend, he's also really obnoxious, jerk mentality on Jason's part

divider credit goes to: @k1ssyoursister

Yandere! Jason who never would have seen himself with someone like you, not until he ended up in a class with you, anyway. He'd never been one to interact with the nerds (or the losers, as he liked to call them) during grade school, not even to bully them. He simply pretended they didn't exist, minus the odd rumor here and there. That little habit of his didn't change much once he got to college, especially with how much bigger crowd was around him. He had his crowd, and the introverted smarties had their own. There was even less reason to keep them in his mind than before.

Yandere! Jason who doesn't think much of you when he ends up sitting next to you in class one semester, on the first day of the class. It's a rather packed class, and he did arrive late, but he doesn't really care about the less-than-stellar seating arrangement. It's not like he knew anybody in the class anyways, so why does he care who he sits by? You clearly won't bother him, nobody with a brain would. If he's lucky, he'll be able to skate through the class without needing to do any groupwork.

Yandere! Jason who's quite pissed when he finds out that he is going to do group work, enough so that it's a rather large part of his grade. At least he's paired with someone who looks relatively smart. He'll just have you do all the work and he'll claim his grade. If you oppose that idea? Well...he'll cross that bridge if he gets to it.

Yandere! Jason who thought he'd hate being paired with a know-it-all looking loser, forced to listen to longwinded rants about lord knows what while he nods off into his laptop. He's surprised to find that you aren't like that, not really. You're smart, he can tell just by briefly interacting with you, but you aren't overly obnoxious about it. You'll spit out information when you need to, but for the most part you keep to yourself, doing your work quietly. Plus, you end up doing his portion of the work without complaining once it's clear he won't be doing it, so it's a total win for him! He gets a free grade, and he doesn't have to worry about some annoying groupmate!

Yandere! Jason who thought that would be the extent of your relationship. And yet...as each class passes, he can't help but look forward to the next one, where he gets to see you again. You don't speak much, but every word you do say has some sort of allure to it, drawing him in with every syllable. It doesn't help that your easy on the eyes, although a style switch up wouldn't kill you...

Yandere! Jason who slowly begins initiating conversation with you, mostly teasing, joking remarks. His occasional comments turn to regular annoyances that go on as the class progresses, never ending in their frequency. You don't respond most of the time, but your occasional protests are like music to his ears, filling him with an even greater desire to hear your sweet voice. If only he could get to know you better...

Yandere! Jason who slings his arm around your shoulder one day, casually chatting you up while you walk back to your dorm. He talks about everything and anything with you, mostly teasing still, being obnoxious as always as he asks you about yourself, probing for answers. You can try all you'd like to go anywhere else than where you live, but he'll just keep harassing you until you let him walk you to your dorm. He will find out where you live, regardless of your willingness to tell him.

Yandere! Jason who uses his newfound knowledge to harass you even more, not just during class. He'll figure out your schedule just to be able to catch you as you're leaving for class. Lord knows you're not going anywhere else. And don't try to change up your schedule so you can avoid him, because he will figure out what you're doing.

Yandere! Jason who would have laughed if a couple months ago, you'd told him he'd be paying so much attention to a nerd like you. It's not so funny now, not when you've made him utterly infatuated. Even he doesn't understand it. Why would someone as inconspicuous as you catch his eye? You're not like the models and athletes he's used to dating, you've got nothing particularly eye catching about you, so why does he crave you so badly? Is it because of your soft genuine nature, so unlike the prissy suck-ups he's surrounded by constantly? Is it your unconscious anxiety around him, turning you into a shy mess of a human whenever he speaks? Maybe it's the taboo nature of the relationship, a hunk of a guy like him with a pathetic teacher's pet like you?

Yandere! Jason who's unsure of a lot, but he knows one thing: you're too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Yandere! Jason who actually begins being a little nicer to you as time goes on. He'll drag you get you into the best parties on campus, he'll get you little gifts he thinks you might like, he'll even start complementing you more often. Of course, you aren't doing the most with your looks and he'll make sure you know that, but he offers to help you out, so it's not too meanspirited! If your what he's got to work with, then work with you he will. he'll make the perfect partner out of you yet.

Yandere! Jason who doesn't take long in asking you out, despite the jibes and jeers from his friends. They know of you, it's hard not to when Jason's been dragging you everywhere with him, but he doesn't care. He'll have you, no matter what his friends say. They'll like you soon enough.

Yandere! Jason who's ecstatic when you say yes, not that he expected any different. It's not like you had much choice either, with him publicly asking you out in front of his gang and all. Now he can really start getting to work on you.

Yandere! Jason who starts off slow, at first. He'll let you get used to the relationship before doing anything rash, slowly warming you up to his touch and affection. His obnoxious teasing doesn't let up, but rest assured, he'll make you feel loved and safe. He'll prove he can be a good boyfriend to you, if you'll let him. How can he expect to help you in any way if you don't trust him in the first place?

Yandere! Jason who gives it a couple months, implementing tiny, miniscule changes as he does so. Integrating you into his friend group little by little, getting you articles of clothing he'd think look good on you, asking you on more public dates every time you two go out. You don't notice anything, and he's grateful for it. It'll make the next transition much smoother.

Yandere! Jason who begins to get a little meaner after a while, though not by much. In fact, you could be misinterpreting things, conjuring up issues that don't actually exist. That's what Jason says, at least. What do you mean, he's getting more pushy about the clothes you wear? he just thinks you would look nice in the outfit he bought you, is that so terrible? What are you talking about when you say he's been making jabs at they way you talk and act? he's just been making harmless comments, what's wrong with that? Seriously, are you feeling ok? You're reading way too into things, this is normal in a relationship.

Yandere! Jason who knows you believe him, and he knows it's driving you crazy. He's not stupid; he's seen how your demeanor has shifted. You've started suppressing the little traits he's made comments about, consciously forcing yourself to behave in a manner he said he likes more. You've ditched most of the unflattering clothes you used to wear when he met you, changing your wardrobe to fit his tastes more. You've stopped talking about your more nerdy interests once you figured out he won't pay you any mind, staying quiet as he shows you what his actually interesting hobbies are. You're still nerdy, but he's changing you little by little. Just like he planned.

Yandere! Jason who can feel pride swelling in his chest as he sees how different your becoming, how pliant you are. He knew you'd be easy to shape to his liking, he knew you'd follow his lead, but it's still beautiful to see the fruits of his labor unfold before him. Of course, he still loves you, he always has. Even when you were still a nobody, he loved everything about you. But he needed to make you change, he needed to! Not only for himself, but for you. How was he supposed to carry on dating you and leave you as you were? You were a loser, a nobody, someone who only managed to catch his eye by pure chance. For the sake of his image and yours, he had to help you.

Of course...I does help that you'll listen to whatever he has to say, isn't it?

Yandere! Jason who does feel a bit bad for you. You've changed a lot of your personality for him, a personality he was rather fond of. He can see how quiet and depressed you've gotten since getting with him, and in a way, it breaks his heart. Still, it's for the best, he knows it is. He's opened up so many doors for you, surely you'll learn to adapt to his changes, right? He still loves you, you know that, right?

Yandere! Jason who knows you're still a nerdy, shy person at heart. But he can change that. He can break you down until you're everything he wants you to be, rebuilding you as his own perfect partner. You're still a work in progress, but that's ok. For you, he can be patient.

He can be patient.

I hope you enjoyed!

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m1nu3t · 11 hours ago

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Unpopulor opinion: don't hate me yet …

Armie's not working on his 'heart-healing' process, and he still needs to get rid of his head problem with his need for validation/self-validation and looking in the mirror (not literally ofc), which is what the twelve steps are for. (Podcast stuff is a lot of work, distractingly satisfying in short spurts and can potentially be a feeding-ground for narcissism.) If he's not careful though, he can go straight into martyrdom. And his little social experiment with drinking again isn't going to cut it.

Drinking specifically kills brain cells that controls that pesky ego and feeds IDGAF 'feelings'. As you age, substances, especially drinking, changes your brain chemistry, even after you're sober. And after that sobriety, and your brain's dried up, if you start up again, even a little, it doesn't have the same effect on you as it did when you were young and dumb. All your bad attributes are enhanced, making it and you no fun anymore; fun for yourself and fun for others. It ages you faster inside and out and drags you and your ego further into depression and sabotages all attempts at pulling out. It makes you think you 'can't' and seduces you into borrowed time. And all the reasonings in the world won't justify it. Your body chemistry WILL betray you. He knows this.

So, it's not worth it. Drop it. Once and for all.

Start healing your heart by feeding it with heart-connections again.

Also, like the substances, he would need to strive to give up that IDGAF 'feeling' (not the 'attitude', the 'feeling' ... Virgos need to work harder on this). Typically, the IDGAF 'feeling' is the opposing force to the 'feelings' of unworthiness and you need to find a balance if you're gonna play both when it suits you. IDGAF doesn't protect you, it makes you unapproachable to people who matter and potentially new helpful people in your life, and it makes you look like an A-hole. It also takes away your ability to detect and sniff out the people in your life who actually need your help who LOVE YOU, who are stuck and can't reach out out loud because of whatever fears or depression. Especially disgusting if they're not telling you because of their fear of hurting or insulting or pushing you away. When you don't GAF, you sh*t on your honor to 'MAN' and Soul-Connect and reach out to the ones who matter, the ones who really need you to pay attention, because sometimes friends and family, like children, get stuck in shitty situations (Armie's no angel either so he can relate) and need help when they didn't know the firey pit they were getting themselves into, not yet thirty, unprotected, and the energy vampires are circling, and how they're battling alone in there trying to get free …

Bottom line : Everyone knows how much you f*cking love him. Everyone who's tried to talk to you on your podcasts, tiptoeing around the subject, knowing how sensitive and how raw you are. Even though you say you've healed, even though "nothing is off the table", which we all know is total bullsht BTW!

So … With all due respect, if someone in your camp is reading this and cares, …

Stop the sulking, stop the bitching and f*cking around, put your money where your mouth is, get off your &ss and …

>> GO GET YOUR FAM !!!

That is all.

Or, I could have it all wrong.

Words don’t come easy… 🤯💙💚

#armie hammer #timothée chalamet #mental health #thoughtful thoughts #life advice #adulting #2025 #not playing anymore #shine brighter #vibe higher #🕊️#Onwards and upwards™#ℒℴѵℯ is ℒℴѵℯ is ℒℴѵℯ™

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nereidof40k · 1 day ago

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Jago Sevatarion Headcanons

I realized I ought to post my headcanons for Sevatar, before I forget anything I spent way too much time working out. Might make a part two at some point.

First off, I gave him eight sisters for a couple reasons. First off, between the insane suicide rate and the gang violence, any Nostraman capable of doing so needs to have a lot of children to ensure at least one survives to carry on the family name. And Sevatar doesn't seem like an only child. Middle child/younger sibling, however fits his shitstirring personality.

Which leads me to point two. At first I applied it only to Jago, but it makes more sense to me that all Sevatarions are unusually tough and durable. How else would Sevatar have survived to become Astartes, with his big mouth?

Point three. I gave his family background considerable thought. While I do believe @the-liars-art that Sevatar's background is somewhat noble, I doubt it's the entire story.

I think I have figured out his background at last however. Straight nobility doesn't work for me. But since Nostraman nobility are the crime lords, and Sevatar did grow up during Konrad's rampage, I can believe his family got targeted by rivals during those troubles. Losing their influence and power. Giving Jago experience of both sides of the class divide without fitting in anywhere. You can imagine how people treat disgraced nobles. It fits with established hints, and I seriously doubt his siblings would not try to track him down.

It also explains his whole big brother deal. He had to parent his younger siblings since everyone older had to work to keep them all alive. Also explains how he is probably the only parental figure Konrad Curze ever had. Despite being technically his son. He saw the need for a responsible adult in the legion, and since it was a role he knew, he took it up. He was probably cursing about it the entire time, but h couldn't let things slide.

I also believe I have discovered a reason why he's such a snarky bastard. I'll let him explain in his own words.

“You know, if I didn’t make light of everything I would have been a raging alcoholic, a drug addict or dead before I made it to the Astartes trials.” He did run in a gang as a kid/teenager, so it's clear he has seen some shit, and needed a coping mechanism. Such black humor isn't atypical for real life soldiers. The cutoff for becoming Astartes is fifteen, just to let you know how young he would have been.

It also ties into Sevatar and Shang.

Sevatar: "Shang, you remind me way too much of myself as a little kid. How in the Night Haunter's name did you survive Nostramo and the Legion?"

So Sev is in his own Nostraman way trying to help Shang. trying to toughen him up. By giving him shit all the time. Probably rather typical of Nostraman men who don't suck in general.

As for his emotional issues, it struck me as if he is disassociating quite a lot. Emotions being something that happens to other people really sells it for me. He certainly has enough trauma in his past. I think he naturally has more emotions than he thinks, but on Nostramo showing emotion gets you manipulated. So by the time he hit early school age, Sevatar was already quite detached, but he still longed for brotherhood. While not feeling safe enough to reach out.

Lastly I also have a theory that the red sinner's gauntlets were actually Curze's way of telling Sevatar he is not allowed to to die. Only Konrad can kill him. (and he won't.) Just a pity Sev missed the memo that Curze isn't going to throw him out an airlock if he gets pissed enough. ) Just choke him, hit him and leave scars. Konrad in his own way loves Sevatar. Him and Shang are probably the only Night Lords Curze doesn't hate.

This got long, so thank you for reading,

#warhammer 40k #jago sevatarion #konrad curze #night lords #character headcanons #nereid rambles

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umbrellajam · 5 hours ago

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Tim (narration): Nightwing does an excellent cool, but I have to bite my swollen tongue. Lieutenant: Herman, have I told you how much I hate these flashy ginks? Officer: 'Least they don't have neon signs on their chests, Lieutenant. Lieutenant: No, but one's got wings, the other's got a cape, and they've both got masks. I hate masks. Tim (narration): He's still cool. Amazing. Lieutenant: All right, Captain Spandex, what happened here? We got reports of an explosion. Nightwing: It was Bracuda and Chulo - and a couple of drug-thugs they were making a buy from… Nightwing: We almost had them, until they chucked a grenade and got away on a boat. Lieutenant (jerking a thumb at Nightwing): You hear that, Herman? Our Halloween party boys had a little fun here on the docks--complete with fireworks. Officer: Ain't even Fourth O' July, Lieutenant. Tim (narration): My tongue's about to bleed, but Nightwing doesn't even flare a nostril. How does he do it? - Showcase '93 #12

this is still one of my favorite Tim-fanboying-Dick moments, not only for all the "wow how is Dick so good at keeping his cool when I have to bite my tongue bloody to keep from punching these jerk cops in the FACE 🤬 he's amazing I have to take notes and master this skill asap 👀📝"

but also because this is so early--their first actual team-up--that they barely know each other at all. they're still feeling out how to work together, and furthermore, Tim hasn't really. like. grasped yet how completely un-chill Dick can actually get at times lol

yes, Dick grabbed him by the arms and yelled in his face during ALPoD (provoked, I bet Tim would say!). yes, he just watched the priest get vaporized in the middle of Dick and Kory's vows at their terrible ruined wedding and yes, Bruce just broke his back and Tim had to try and justify him passing over Dick to make JPV Batman (even though Tim thought it should be Dick!) - I'm not sure if he knows that Dick was also fired as leader of the Titans and then blew up and left the group entirely (a lot has been going on in Gotham ok stalking keeping on top of Titans gossip might have fallen by the wayside) but he definitely knows Dick has plenty of reasons to be Unhappy and Short-Tempered

but Dick being Dick he channels his perceived failures into workaholism and even more perfectionism so right now he's a lean mean crime-fighting machine trained by Bruce's Batman and way better than JPV and so Tim is just like WOW HE STAYS SO COOL CALM AND PROFESSIONAL UNDER PRESSURE THAT'S SO IMPRESSIVE I'M SO IMPRESSED

and he's not wrong about Dick, it's just not. the full picture. and hindsight makes his current blissful ignorance even more hilarious because in the extremely near future, Dick, in front of Tim:

rips Bruce a new one during Knightsend when it looks like Bruce killed someone

mcfuckin' loses it at AzBats when he appears to have killed Bruce

worries at his doubts and insecurities like a dog with a bone all through Prodigal

meanwhile Tim during Prodigal (stubbornly): WOW YOU'RE SO IMPRESSIVE AT THIS BATMAN THING SO MUCH BETTER THAN PAUL NO SHUT UP YOU'RE AMAZING

he will not budge lol, Tim will witness or experience first-hand exactly how un-chill Dick Grayson can get throughout his highs and lows over the years, but the fanboyism won't dim or falter, just gain more facets and depth, and that's beautiful 😌

#Dick and Tim #post tag #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #dcu #batfam #DC Comics panels

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polyamorouscultureis · 1 day ago

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Hi,

I hope this isn't too heavy to throw at you but I could really use the advice or opinion of the polyam community. I've been polyamorous ever since I started dating (6 years ago, I'm an adult); I never recognised myself in monogamy, and I believe in polyamory both due to personal preferences and to the political and ethical dimensions of polyamory, which are very important to me.

My partner and I live very far away from each other. We've been together for 3 years and have always had a polyamorous and open relationship (he was with someone who was married when I met him). Due to circumstances and personal preferences, we ended up in a hierarchical polyam situation where we are primary partners. We trust each other a lot, we have a very open and honest communication. All this to say it's a very loving and healthy polyam frame where everyone is on the same page.

The thing is, every time he tells me he's going to see someone (or have them over - meaning we can't talk at night like we tend to almost every day -, or go on a weekend with his friends and that person), it makes me sick. As in, I can't stop thinking about it, I feel sad and angry, I wait for texts I know won't come because he's busy with someone else. But I reach levels of envy and jealousy I can hardly deal with.

We do talk about it, because communication is important, but I refuse to talk to him about it every time because it would amount to emotionally pressuring him. He would either stop himself from seeing people (which is not something I want because I do want him to be free to create and have meaningful relations as he sees fit), or do everything without telling me, which would eventually weaken the foundation of the trust we share. I try to think about my own relations and sex partners, which I have and with whom I share meaningful and nice moments, in order to bring everything down to manageable proportions, but it barely works.

I hate feeling like this. This suffering is just not something I want in my life or as a reaction to my partner's exercise of his freedom. I don't understand why I'm not able to feel compersion and move on with my evening, instead of spending the entire excruciatingly long time with my phone at hand or without being able to put the thought away. I feel that I'm not actually able to be polyam and open as I have always seen myself. I know one of the baselines is to not be too hard on yourself, but I can't help but feel ashamed of my reactions in addition to feeling like absolute shit with the combination of jealousy and envy taking over my brain. This is not who I want to be not how I want to live my relationship and my life, because, then again, I choose to be polyamorous and I like it, and I feel it's a precious part of my identity and how I relate to the world.

Sorry for the length. I just don't have many polyam people around me and none are dealing with the long distance factor in addition, and I could use anyone's point of view on this.

Thank you 💜

Hi! I'm so sorry you're dealing with this and that you have been for so long. As I'm sure you've heard a hundred times, jealousy is so, so very normal. It's awesome you have such exquisite self-awareness, and I think you're doing all the right things in not putting your partner in a position where he feels like he needs to change what he's doing for your sake.

Here are a few things that sometimes help me turn my own jealousy into compersion (or at least make it less intense of a feeling):

I think about my partner's laugh, their smile, and how valuable their happiness is to me. Although I know they're with someone else and it's sometimes hard to think about their attraction to the other person, I try to focus on how I would encourage them to do anything that makes them happy, and if they're happy with this person, I would never want them to pull away from that source of joy. (Similar to the "if you love them let them go" kind of logic, only I don't have to let them go!)

Letting my body react however it's going to react. If I'm home by myself, I can let myself feel the feelings and whatever comes with it -- if I need to cry, or stress eat, or take a nap, or scream, or whatever, I allow myself to do whatever it takes to express the feeling and get it out of my system. It feels awful at first, but once it passes, I can then indulge in my own hobbies to pass the time until my partner comes home. And usually, the feeling goes away just a little bit faster every time.

Getting a poly-affirming therapist! Either an individual therapist or, if your partner is willing, a couple's therapist. It may take a bit to find the right practice or the right type, but it can be so helpful to have a professional to talk to, especially if this affects your daily life.

Additionally, see if you can figure out the root cause of your jealousy, or if you can find any patterns in what makes you more jealous than other things. (Journaling is suuuuper helpful for this, imo). Is it the idea of him being attracted to someone else to begin with? Is it the thought of him having sex or physical intimacy with someone else? Is it the inability to contact him while he is on a date, or the uncertainty about what they're doing together? There are soooo many factors that could make a person feel insecure or jealous, and once you find the root cause, it'll be easier to tackle. It may be as simple as asking him to check in with a text every couple of hours so that you know he's thinking about you, or asking to meet his date before they go out. See if you and your partner can find little ways to make you feel more secure without him having to completely pull away from anyone he wants to connect with.

I have answered a few other asks on jealousy in case you would like to read those as well!

I hope that this helps at least a little bit, and I'm sorry I didn't get to answering this sooner (and thank you for following up to make sure I saw it)! Hopefully others will give their own insights in the reblogs and comments as well.

Sending you all the love, anon! <3

#polyam asks #advice #jealousy #polyamory #polyam #polyamorous #compersion

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diz-eaze · 3 days ago

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Modern Yandere Scaramouche

One day, digging through his roommate's belongings, he finds a very well hidden sketchbook.

In this sketchbook, he finds well drawn drawings of himself. Often portraits others' full body and the occasional risqué depiction, but what's strangest of all was that each drawing ( barring the risqué ones) had an accompanying photo that didn't remember taking.

Tldr scaramouche finds his roommates drawing/photo collection of himself.

I'm sure he will react like a perfectly well-adjusted human being.

he'd genuinely go bonkers omg. like he's gonna pass out on the floor of your room a happy man because wdym by drawing him, lol.... are u like, in love with him or something,,,, pssh (please say yes).

it doesn't even immediately register in his mind that the photos are taken without his knowledge, he's too busy admiring the drawings you made of him. his fingertips gingerly brush against the graphite strokes, and he tenderly rubs it, causing a slight smudge. he looks at his drawing's face, engraving into his mind how you perceive him.

the light layer of charcoal cast upon the paper is disrupted by the perspiration coming from his palms, and he hates to ruin your lovingly crafted work, but he's shaking from glee. he sets the sheet of paper down in favor of picking up the other works, and he takes his time taking it all in - you won't be home until much later if he remembers correctly.

but then his gaze is drawn back to the photos once more, and the more he stares it down, the realization comes sweeping into his head. these are candid photos - taken without his knowledge. it all mostly depicts him in the living room, taken when he's doing chores or just lounging around. but there are a few that are taken from his slightly ajar door, peeking into his room while he's gaming. it's discreet, even a little blurry.

the fact that you're so determined to catch all his features, enough to go out of your way to take pictures of him... it brings a fierce blush that travels all the way to the tips of his ears.

surely, you wouldn't notice if he takes a few drawings of yours for a bit, right? as compensation for using his image, of course! he'll just take it to his room and slobber all over the paper since it's a priceless thing that has your fingerprints all over.

before he can even stand up from the floor, your doorknob twists with a click, and the door swings open.

ah, you're already back from classes.

#when your chill roommate turns out to be just as freaky as you... you're freaking it off #outro's asks <3 #outro's interlude <3

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millieisawriter · 2 days ago

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i believe i'll become a different person and a menace to my neighbors once my harmonica arrives, and it inspired me to write this. it's not a fanfic, but it's something after such a long break.

headcannons: arthur morgan x reader obsessed with playing harmonica

arthur saw the harmonica while he was in town one day. he thought it'll be a nice gift. he's never seen you play any instrument, but he thought why not. there was only so much you could do in camp.

let me tell you, the way it shocked him how elated you were to see the harmonica. literally, you couldn't have been happier even if he had proposed.

you had no idea how to play it, but how hard could it be? the moment your eyes widened when you took the instrument in your hands was when arthur knew the camp won't be getting much rest.

like i said–you had no idea how to play the harmonica. however, that did not stop you from trying. you spent hours, days even, on figuring the instrument out. i don't think i need to say after some time it started to annoy the gang.

arthur did try to distract you, going all romantic on you and all that. but it always ended like "okay, arthur, baby, i gotta go practice my harmonica now."

however, the real nightmare started once you figured out how the instrument works. then you started trying to play actual songs. it all started with oh my darling clementine. don't get me wrong, you got good with practice, but hearing the same song 100 times in one day would set anyone off.

arthur would literally have nightmares about you playing oh my darling clementine. this man isn't escaping the harmonica terror even in his sleep. and it's all his own fault, he should've never given it to you.

also, you'll insist to "play him to sleep". he's never heard a more annoying sound while trying to fall asleep. but he lets you believe he likes it. and pretends to fall asleep to it. when you see he's "asleep", you put the harmonica down and go to sleep yourself. that is when he actually falls asleep.

i feel like the only person who would never consider your harmonica obsession a problem would be sean. any time of the day and night, he's always down to have a drink accompanied by the sound of the harmonica.

jack likes it too. he finds it boring that you can play only one song, but you'll totally figure out more with time.

grimshaw definitely whoops your ass for playing the harmonica instead of doing chores. you insist you're actually improving the gang's morale with your music. (you're not)

the person hating it the most though? javier. your harmonica annoys the fuck out of him when he's trying to play his guitar. or when he's playing by the fire and you insist on playing together.

people are angry with arthur for getting you the harmonica, and he totally understands why, but he'll obviously defend your honor in their faces. however, he then secretly starts trying to hide the instrument from you.

you always find it. you have practically developed a 6th sense that connects you with your harmonica. it's like a 1899 version of an airtag. no matter where he hides it, you find it every time. you subconscious just knows.

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I SHOULD BE OVER ALL THE BUTTERFLIES | V. H.

𑁤 pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader.

𑁤 summary: to make your mom happy now you have to endure a three day trip paired up as bridesmaid and groomsman with your brother's idiotic best friend. vinnie never knew why you hated him so much, maybe this is his chance to figure it out.

𑁤 warnings: reader being judgy and stubborn. sa mention (not explicit.) angst. hurt/comfort. english is not my first language.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ xoxo, priscilla: i'm really so very sorry, this was supposed to be way shorter and different but i got carried away and now this is me processing my own experience through writing. part two if this gets an ounce of attention.

—part two

You want your mom to get married and be happy with the man she loved, you really do. The biggest proof is how hard you worked for months to convince your brother to come back home. You understood why he ran away when your mom used one of your family dinners to let you know she was engaged, after all it was his former highschool coach and the man he had been looking up to as a father figure for years who she had fallen for after he graduated. She had kept it a secret for years already feeling his reaction coming but after all this time they had decided it was the right moment to take it to the next level.

Of course it all sounded very romantic and dreamy from their perspective but from yours and your brother's it was actually shocking. It took you days to process the whole thing but you felt obligated to, somebody needed to fix that mess and as usual it would have to be you. It took you months but you finally convinced him to come back home with just enough time for the last preparations for the wedding. The mood was still a bit tense around the house but it was civilized enough to get through the wedding trip.

Or so you thought until your mother decided to tell you just twenty minutes before leaving that you were paired up with Vinnie as bridesmaid and groomsman for the party and during all the activities previous to it. Vinnie of all people. She had said it was because you two were the only ones single but you knew her ways too well to believe that, all this was a set up for you to get along with him and it made you want to rip all your hair off.

Vinnie Hacker, your brother's best friend since first grade and the most annoying guy you had ever known. It was not a secret for anyone in the family and closest friends that you two couldn't be in the same room without making it look like a funeral and your mother would not allow that on her wedding. The thing is that everyone has always thought that it was your fault, that you were the crazy one as Vinnie had never done anything that would suggest he had a problem with you but you had your reasons, good reasons.

“Who has more cheetos?” said your brother when he realized he ran out of his, his words made you press your purse hard against your chest so he won't try to steal yours.

In other circumstances you would have shared, you didn't even like cheetos that much anyway but not today, this is what two hours trapped in a car with Vinnie sitting next to you can do to a person, or just you, who knows.

"I know your dirty little secret” your brother looked at you like you were hiding nuclear codes in your bag instead of junk food. He was leaning dangerously closer and without warning he pulling your stuff away from you.

You fought for it with your life with Vinnie trapped in the middle of everything and your mom scolding you from the passenger seat. "Come on man, leave her alone” Vinnie tried to defend you.

However his words had an opposite effect as your brother pretended to be offended that his best friend took your side and fought harder and you, you hated that he had acted like he cared and decided to let your brother win just because you didn't want to give Vinnie the satisfaction to know he had saved you. For a moment he looked at you like you had grown a second head but you ignored him and your mother's glare by putting on some music on your air pods to be able to endure the rest of the ride.

At some point you must have fallen asleep because your mother had to wake you up by shaking your arm when you made it to the place. With music still blasting in your ears you allowed yourself to admire the location, your mother had decided to get married in the woods in the middle of nowhere and you could have sworn you've never seen so much green in your life, it was majestic. The trees were impossibly big and the air was so clean you felt like you were reborn.

When you came back to earth you realized almost everyone was already there and starting to prepare everything to go to sleep. It wasn't that late but it had been a long and exhausting trip so they didn't even bother with lighting a bonfire. You went to get your bags from the coach's trunk but when you tried to get inside your mom's tent she stopped you pointing to another one.

“Tents are for two, darling” she said with the calmest voice, as if she wasn't sending her own daughter to Mordor. “You go with your partner”

“This is absolutely nuts, mom!” you tried to reason with her even though you know she won't listen. “If I go in there with him we are going to end up killing each other”

“It's okay honey, Vinnie won't bite you” you hated when everyone treated you like you were crazy for hating him. “please don't kill him until after the wedding”

She was unbelievable, she had planned this whole thing of getting there a day before to 'reconnect with nature and each other' but you knew that was all bullshit. The woman didn't have a single plant in her house and would slap dead any type of bug that would dare to get inside her home. All this thing of dragging all the bridesmaids and groomsmen to the middle of nowhere earlier was all to get you to be closer to Vinnie or to at least tolerate him. After all this wasn't her first attempt and she wasn't the only one, over the years she had tried stuff like this every chance she had, your brother did too and even the coach had made an attempt or two but you simply couldn't get yourself to spend more than two minutes in his presence without feeling sick.

He was an asshole and everyone treated you like you were the one being a bitch.

“Hey… which side do you want?” he said once you walked inside the tent.

Without a single word you let yourself fall on the left side turning your back on him, you could hear his deep sigh loud and clear and it only made you roll your eyes at him even though he couldn't see you.

Next morning the chirping of the birds around woke you up, still in the haze of sleep you could feel a strong arm and a firm chest holding you and for a second it was the most peaceful and cared for you've ever felt. That was until you remember where you were and with who.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you pulled away in a matter of seconds not caring if you woke him too harshly.

“Wha- i'm sorry…” he apologized, still a bit confused and half asleep looking around as if he was lost “I was sleeping… i shouldn't have…”

“You're right, you shouldn't have”

Once out of the tent with your bag on your shoulder you couldn't find anyone around, all tents empty and there was a note stick to your mom and the coach's tent.

you looked so cute together, we figured you wouldn't want us to woke you up.

today's mission is to bring the bride and groom something significant and unique you can find around. you have till midday and sadly you are slightly delayed. good look baby!

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” this couldn't get any worse, though you realize it can when you hear his footsteps behind you. he stops to read the note and takes a deep sigh but doesn't say anything.

The first ten minutes you two walk in silence and you can't stop thinking about what would happen if you get lost in the middle of nowhere and how imprudent your mom's plan is. Vinnie walks a step behind you probably knowing is best if he gives you your space in a moment like this, what the hell are you even looking for? A heart shaped rock? A finger? Probably the one leaving the house after this is gonna be you.

“So… what are we even looking for?” he asks almost as if he didn't actually want you to hear him.

“Seriously you never stop making the stupidest questions!” you say in the most arrogant tone you can without looking at him as if you weren't asking that same question to yourself only two seconds ago but you just can't help it. You hate when he tries to act like he's all nice and innocent.

He curse under his breath and keeps walking behind you muttering things to himself you can't actually understand and you don't know what is more maddening, his annoying voice talking out loud or not being able to decipher what the hell is he saying.

“Look!” you hear him say before you get the chance to explode but you turn around anyway in case he found something worth going back to the camp finally.

Disappointment. There's no other word to describe your expression when you turn to him with all your high expectations thinking he might have found whatever it is that you need, however what your eyes meet is everything but useful. Vinnie is holding up a rock with a weird shape the size of his head with the stupidest smile you've ever seen painted in his face.

“It’s me!” he says comparing it with himself as if challenging you to point out the differences between them.

“He’s bold though” for some reason you answer and you find yourself having to fight back a chuckle… that damn smile. “And more handsome”

“So you think i'm handsome” his smile grows bigger and you facepalm yourself mentally.

“I never said-” he interrupts whatever your trying to say to defend yourself.

“You said he's more handsome” he holds the rock against his stomach now to rest his arms. “In order for that to be true i had to be handsome too, just not as much as him.”

Unable to think of a comeback fast enough you just roll your eyes and walk away from him but he still goes after you, you hear him drop the rock at some point but you keep pretending to look around to find something, anything at this point remotely unique to take back to the camp without the need to talk to him ever again.

“Are you ever going to tell me what did i ever do to deserve your eternal resentment?” he asks as if he's the one being aggravated here.

“You are not serious!” you say trying not to look back at him but feeling like you could punch him any second.

“Of course i am!” he shows his hands as a sign of rendition. “I'm sure it's somehow my fault so I ask you to make it pretty clear so i can apologize and fix it and end whatever this is.”

Can he be more maddening?!

“You wanna know what you did?!” you are too far gone to try to maintain a civilized conversation. “Being a heartless asshole! That's what you did!”

“Wha-” he looks genuinely confused and you almost clap and congratulate him on his performance. “I’m going to need you to be a bit more specific”

“Emily?” and with a single word his face falls in less than a second and you've never seen him this tense.

“What did she told you?” he asks clenching his jaw but his posture was restless.

“She didn't told me anything, I heard you!” it had been four years but you co sti reme as is if was yesterday.

It was your seventeenth birthday party. your first “big girl party.” Your mom agreed to leave for two days as long as you had the house intact and clean for when she came back.

You invited all your friends and managed to convince your brother to invite some of his, your brother and his buddies were a bit older so that had him exceptic but he did it anyway. either wat the goal was to get Vinnie to come, it wouldn't be hard anyway he was practically glued to your brother.

You've had a crush on Vinnie ever since you were little kids and your brother first brought him home with him after first day of school. Sadly you had always been too shy to keep a conversation with fore than three words with him but this had to be the day. Your best friend Emily had been encouraging you to finally make a move on him, after all you're only seventeen once.

Vinnie was there, as charming as ever and when he give you a birthday hug and a small pink velvet box you felt like you could die right there. With your best friend by your side telling you what to do and say you were actually able to have a nice conversation with him, every time he looked at you was like your heart was ready to jump outside your chest.

At some point you had to leave to receive more guests that you didn't even know but you were polite and they had presents so you didn't mind. It took you longer than you expected and when you went back to where you were trying to win your dream guy over you couldn't find him there or anywhere else. Asking around some guys told you they saw him go upstairs and you went looking for him remembering he was a bit tipsy already so maybe he wanted to throw up or something

But the bathroom was open and empty. Every door on the second floor was open except for one, your room's door that was cracked open letting you hear some strange noises coming from inside that made you want to go inside and tell whoever was using your room to go to a damn hotel or something but a louder sound froze your hand on the doorhandle.

“Vinnie!” your heart dropped to your feet when you recognize the girl's voice, it was your best friend Emily with the boy you had been daydreaming your whole life.

You turned around not daring to look inside and just when you were about to leave something else ended whatever remains there were of your beating heart.

“We shouldn't… she'd be devastated…” your best friend sounded mortified and that made you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I don't care about her… i just want you”

You didn't stayed for the rest of the party and ran away to the closest McDonald's where you parked your mother's car and cried for hours until the sunrise when you went back home to clean whatever mess your guests left that was nothing compared to the mess inside your mind and heart.

Next day at school your best friend hugged you and cried asking for your forgiveness again and again saying she was drunk and he had taken advantage of her state that she would never do something like that to you. You wanted to be angry at her but you couldn't, she looked so bad and you couldn't believe the sweet boy you had loved for so long had done something so disgusting and unthinkable.

After that day you couldn't even look at him without feeling physically ill and you were forced to spend the past four years with him practically living at your house.

“Look… i don't know what you think you-” you didn't let him finish when your hand slapped him hard on his right cheek, all this years of pent-up frustration were marked on his face now.

“You took advantage of her! She was drunk and you…” you couldn't even bring yourself to say it out loud.

“That’s what she told you?!” you tried to slap him again but he held your had, it wasn't a painful grasp, it wasn't even tight. he was just trying to stop you.

“Was she supposed to stay silent forever?” you asked with pure resentment in your voice. “God i can't believe i ever felt something else for you other than hate!”

His eyes look down at you with a strange glow on his eyes for half a second when his breathing started to get uneven. For what felt like an eternity there was just silence, only the noises of nature around you and his lip trembling as if he was fighting his own internal battle.

“She…” he hesitated, but it was as if looking at you give him the strength he needed. “She drugged me”

“What?” it was impossible, right? That was your best friend, the girl who had been by your side for years.

“She put something in my drink” his jaw clenched but his eyes never left yours as if he was hoping you could see the sincerity in them. “i was so confused… i, i remember thinking it was you that night”

You look at him, the tears he was fighting back were there for you to see and the vulnerability in his voice broke you. Even if you tried to hold on to Emily's version, this felt wrong.

“I remember you telling me you felt bad because she liked me to when we were…” he had to drag his hand over his face to keep focus but it was painfully evident how hard it was for him to talk about it. “The next morning i woke up next to her, she told me she would say i forced myself on her if i try to tell anyone. I just never thought she would say that to you either way”

You were speechless, a part of you still wanted to believe Emily's side of the story but the more you thought about it, the more you could see the differences between them. His voice, his eyes, his body language, everything about him say that this was still something so painful to think and talk about, he look devastated after four years.

Emily, she had cried in the moment but it wasn't nothing even close to what he looked like and he wasn't even crying. She just cried until you forgive her and went on like nothing happened and she even continue the past years making off-putting comments about Vinnie and how sexy she thought he was. Back then you thought it was some twisted coping mechanism but now…

You felt like you were going to throw up.

“Vinnie…” you tried but nothing came up, there was so much you wanted to say.

You wanted to apologize, you wanted to comfort him. Four years and he couldn't even talk about it fearing the consequences. But your voice and words were gone.

“It’s okay” he tried to brush it off but it was too late for that.

“No it's not” you shake your head feeling like it was about to explode.

There was so much tension, so much pain in the air and the only thing you could find yourself able to do was to hug him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your face on his chest where you could hear his racing heart breaking yours again but this time it was worse, it wasn't a teenage heartbreak. It was guilt and shame, you had been punishing him for years for something that left an irreparable mark on him.

Not long after his arms were around you too, it was a small comfort and it made you feel like a monster after everything you put him through.

“I'm so sorry…” you mumble, shaking your head still resting on his face. “If I hadn't invited you”

“It wasn't your fault”

“Yes it was” your legs were shaking and all you could think about was the amount of times you brought her home after that forcing him to be on the same place as her. “I wanted you there, all because some stupid crush… I did this to you”

“She did it” he rub small circles around my back. “I had a crush on you too… I would've find the way to show up at that party either way”

His admission took you by surprise but you couldn't bring yourself to give it a second thought, there was so much more going on.

“I should be the one comforting you” you said, your hand looking for his own on your back and he met you halfway intertwining his fingers with yours making your heart stop.

“You are” his intense eyes locked with yours was a drowning feeling and you were yet to decide if you liked it or not. “Knowing you believe me, that you don't hate me anymore, it's all i could ask for”

You stayed there standing in silence just looking into each other's souls for what it felt like hours, maybe minutes, time was so relative in that moment. You barely notice when he reached for something on the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Would you be my date for your mom's wedding?” he said holding up a thin golden chain with a heart shaped locket on it. It was the one he gave to you on your seventeenth birthday.

“How?” you look at him confused but the anticipation in his eyes softened you in a second. “Yes… of course i will”

This time wasn't a task, it wasn't an order from your mother. It was your choice and you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Your brother found it on the trash and give it back to me” there was a hint of nostalgia on his expression but he smiled, that damn smile.

“And you carry it everywhere?” you tried to joke but you were also confused when he nodded.

“It reminds me of you… the last time you looked at me with those beautiful bright eyes i've been dreaming of since i met you” there was nothing negative in his expression or voice and that disarmed you. “And you are looking at me like that again.”

He positioned himself behind you and helped you put it on. You had to touch and look at it at least twice to start to believe it. It was the first time you got to use it.

Am hour later you were back at the camp where everyone was already sharing some sandwiches and soda, different conversations around but all of them stopped like they've just seen a ghost when they're eyes locked on you two. Walking and laughing tougher. Holding hands, fingers intertwined.

“Well i think we won the game!” Vinnie said with an enthusiastic tone hugging you by your shoulder making you blush.

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