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jungk0oksthighs · 3 years ago

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Over The Odds | The Contract

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.5k

Being different to his usual sugar baby, you convince Jungkook to make some changes to his contract

warnings: drinking, swearing, bratty oc, degrading, being restrained, oral sex (f receiving), fingering

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“I really don’t see the problem, if I were you I would’ve signed it already. He’s hot and a monster in bed, what more could you ask for?” Jimin giggles, exposing his white teeth.

You’re both having a few beers on your sofa in your small, underwhelming shared accommodation as you go through the contract Jungkook forwarded to you three days ago. Truth is he expected you to sign and send it back by now but there are a few sections that need a little tweaking if you’re really going to commit to this lifestyle.

“Listen to this, baby must only be sexually active with daddy and have no other sexual partners in the time frame that she is contracted to him.” You snort at the cheek of this guy.

“Does he actually want you to call him daddy? That’s so hot.” Jimin gushes, dramatically fanning himself with his free hand, “What’s the problem with that? It’s not like you’ve fucked anyone else recently, and you definitely don’t need to now.”

Your lips purse unamused, “I know that, but it doesn’t say anything about his sexual activity, I’m not going to stay fully committed to him if he’s going to be whoring around yknow?”

“He doesn’t date Y/N, he’s obviously going to be whoring around.”

“Then it’s no deal, if I have to be exclusive to him I deserve to be prioritised in the same way.”

As the night progresses you and Jimin find yourself finding every flaw within the contract, fits of laughter fill the air along with some lo-fi playlist from Spotify and Jimin’s fruity vape clouds, your housemates were away travelling so thankfully you had the place to yourselves. Pulling out your phone you decide to contact Jungkook directly and tell him the deals off, no amount of money can get you to agree to some of this shit. He has to be joking. The line rings four times before going to voicemail, you sigh.

“I’m not leaving a message, fuck that.” You snort, “Oh well that’s the end of that! One night of mind-blowing sex and now it’s over.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jimin quirks a brow, “At least you got to have sex, I had to listen to Taehyung talk about work for two hours while you got fingered in the back of a limo.”

You cringe at his words, “You make it sound so dirty.”

“It is dirty Y/N, you’re fucking filthy and I love it!”

To this you laugh hysterically, you’re six maybe seven beers into your night and your best friend is swaying to the beat of the music, both of you well on your way to a bad hangover the next morning. From the corner of your eye you see your phone light up with a text message, Jimin also clocks this and snaps his fingers excitedly.

“Is that him?” He points to your screen, “What did he say?”

Jungkook: I’m in a meeting right now, everything okay?

“Tell him you’re not okay his fucking contract is stupid! No tell him you want to be his daddy!” Jimin cackles, “Wait no! Ask for a dick pic! I don’t believe it’s as big as you say it is.”

“Trust me I wouldn’t still be walking like I shit my pants if it wasn’t.” You throw your head back and laugh, feeling somewhat lightheaded from the alcohol.

Y/N: This contract needs editing if you still want me to do this, there’s something in here I’m not comfortable with

Within seconds your phone buzzes again,

Jungkook: I’ll have my driver pick you up in an hour and we can discuss this properly at my office

“Shit. He wants me to discuss this with him in person tonight.” Your hand covers your mouth quickly as you attempt to conceal the laughter that bubbles at the surface, “I’m way too drunk to talk about this tonight what do I say?”

“Tell him,” Jimin rushes to his feet as though he’s just thought of the idea of the century, “That you can’t tonight as you need an attorney present before you sign anything!”

“Brilliant!” You clap your hands together, squealing.

Y/N: Not tonight, need an attorney present if I’m gonna sign anything

“You’re a fucking genius Jimin, this is why we’re best friends.”

Jungkook: Taehyung is here, don’t worry about that

Turning your phone screen to Jimin his eyes widen in shock before he loses it, falling back onto the sofa in a fit of giggles, “Does he expect you to talk about this stuff in front of Taehyung?! About your sex life?”

“I think so? What do I do?!”

“Wait, wait I’ve got it.” Jimin raises a single finger for his eureka moment before taking your phone.

Y/N: Can’t leave Jimin sorry :)

You glance at the message before rolling your eyes, “That’s your bright idea? Really?”

Jungkook: Bring him. He’ll need to sign an NDA since he knows about us anyway

“Oh my god he wants you to sign a non-disclosure agreement.” You’re totally buzzed, head spinning with equal parts beer and Jungkook. Since you were probably going to be seeing him at his office tonight you decide to switch to water, wanting to sober up as much as possible.

How many times has Jungkook done this? He’s taking it more seriously than you anticipated – especially asking your best friend to sign an NDA, is he that ashamed of you?

When you eventually arrive at Jungkook’s office ninety minutes later you’re in awe of the building, constructed of mostly glass and the smell of fresh linen lingers throughout – Jimin walks beside you as a short blonde-haired man escorts you to where you need to be. You and Jimin had made a pact in the car, the same car Jungkook almost devoured you in one week ago, that you have to take whatever this is seriously. No laughing, no snide comments, only complete and utter professionalism. Thankfully the alcohol was wearing off with each passing moment.

“Thanks Yoongi.” Taehyung offers a small smile as he opens the glass door.

Suddenly you’re feeling underdressed in your flared black trousers and matching crop top, exposing an inch of skin around your middle and small arms. Taehyung is dressed to perfection of course, displaying a baby pink shirt tucked into chocolate brown slacks, his hair pushed back enough to reveal all of that perfectly symmetrical face of his.

Jimin noticeably stiffens beside you upon seeing the celebrity attorney, his Adams apple bouncing in his throat as he swallows. Giving that you were only supposed to be having a few drinks at your place tonight he too was dressed casually, wearing tight blue jeans and a pale grey oversized hoodie.

“Hi Taehyung,” Jimin is the first to speak, “Hi Jungkook…”

Your eyes fall to his sitting figure instantly, he’s at his desk in front of the large window, typing something on the computer before he notices your arrival. Jungkook stands to greet you both, gesturing to the two seats opposite him and Taehyung. Just when you think you couldn’t possibly be more attracted to him he decides to wear a fitted white dress shirt, tattoos threatening to escape from every angle, black slacks and his LV belt. He looks amazing, and here you are standing in a SHEIN co ord set you managed to get for cheap online.

“Hello Jimin,” Taehyung smirks as he takes the seat next to Jungkook at his desk, mindlessly flicking through paperwork. “Nice to see you again Y/N.”

“Likewise.” Is all you can manage to choke out, still fixated on the way Jungkook’s muscles flex beneath his clothes as he locks his computer, giving you his undivided attention.

“Hello Y/N.” Jungkook’s gaze is darkening with each passing moment, eyes hungrily raking the curves of your body which doesn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, you see him almost roll his eyes at Jungkook’s change in demeanour.

“Before we start I need you both to sign these,” Taehyung places two forms down on the desk titled NDA. “You can read through them as we go on but the short of it is basically neither of you will be allowed to discuss this meeting or your arrangement,” He zones in on you, “To anybody outside this room. You’ll be known as Jungkook’s girlfriend to the public and not his… Well, yknow.” He gives a boxy grin.

“What about my parents? What am I supposed to tell them if they see us together?” You furrow your brows, picking up a shining gold pen from the desk.

“Nobody beyond the four of us can know the truth, it would be too damning for his reputation.”

Glancing to your right you notice Jimin has already signed his NDA, he’s such a Yes Man, you know full well he has no intention of reading through the document either – instead he hangs on to every word spoken by Taehyung.

“Right…” You click your tongue.

“Remember you don’t have to do this Y/N, I’m not going to force you into anything. Only sign it if you want to do this.” Jungkook’s dark almond eyes are trained solely on you, a reassuring half-smile pulling his lips.

“I know but-, consider me intrigued.” You use his own words from the bar against him, shifting that smile into smirk from your soon to be fake boyfriend slash sugar daddy from across the table. You sign the document, realising it’s unlikely that your parents will ever meet Jungkook. You’re worrying about nothing.

“I understand you’d like to make some changes to the contract?” Taehyung puts on a pair of stylish thin silver-rimmed glasses, glancing down at another document in front of him.

“I’d like to work out the details with Jungkook,” You sigh, “Alone.”

To this Jimin suppresses a giggle next to you, Taehyung eyes you curiously over the top of his new glasses. From across the desk Jungkook’s tongue pops the inside of his cheek in a brief, not so successful attempt to rid himself of the smug smirk that’s still displayed on his lips.

“Okay then, Guk you can send me any changes to the contract tomorrow and I’ll have it filed.”

“Of course.” Jungkook clears his throat, nodding in agreement.

“In that case, Jimin,” Taehyung stands, “Shall we?”

And just like that you’re alone with the man offering to change your life forever, Taehyung and Jimin having left the large glass office. For a moment you did wonder where they were going, and if anything other than friendship was budding between the two men as they did act differently in front of each other. No, Jimin would’ve told you the second anything happened if that was the case. It’s Jungkook’s voice that pulls you from your thoughts, his tone serious and dripping with sex appeal.

“Come here.” He commands, and you quickly obey, walking round the desk to sit in the newly empty chair next to him. “No, come here.” He pats his thick thighs knowingly.

Sinking yourself onto his lap you smile, his cologne floods your nostrils as you drape your arms over his broad shoulders. “So there’s a couple things we need to change before-“

“Not yet.” He presses a soft kiss to your collarbone, his hands finding purchase on your tiny waist. “I have something for you first.”

“Oh yeah?” You mock, fingertips brushing his raven hair from his face. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with this would it?” You roll your hips against his crotch with a smug look, his cock beginning to harden beneath your weight.

Jungkook hums, his grip on your middle tightening, “Mmm you’re such a brat, as much as I’d love to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless right now, it’s actually got nothing to do with that.”

“Oh.” You’re equal parts surprised and disappointed, being fucked on a big wooden desk in a CEO’s office sounds pretty good right now. Especially when he’s already underneath you looking like that. “What is it then?”

He opens the top drawer of the desk and pulls out a small yet long piece of thick white paper, “For last Friday.” Upon inspection what he’s passing to you is a cheque with your name on it, though the box where the number should be remains blank. “I had a great time with you baby.”

“Oh wow, a blank cheque?” You’re confused.

To this he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “Mhm, pick a number and write it down.”

“What?” You’re vaguely offended, this exchange a strong reminder that you and him will be nothing more than a mere business endeavour to him. You feel like a modern day prostitute. “I don’t want your money, I chose to have sex with you.”

“Y/N I told you, I don’t date.” He pulls away to look at you, registering that you’re taken aback by the notion, “I want to help you, you’re going to be helping me with my public image so… I know you’re in debt and I have money, really it’s the least I can do.”

“I see. It’s just that I thought we agreed the other night was more of a try before you buy situation, no strings or money attached.”

“It was,” He hums in agreement, his lips slowly finding their way to your jaw to pepper the area with gentle kisses, “This is just a gift, for being so fucking amazing.” His words get lost in the skin of your neck.

“Okay...” You mumble, your body beginning to betray you as Jungkook’s kisses start to feel really good and make you go dizzy. “I really think we should lay down the law before,” You exhale in bliss, it’s hard to concentrate with his rock hard cock pushing into your clothed core, “Before anything else happens between us.”

“Understandable.” He clicks his tongue, finding the strength to pull away from your neck. “What changes need to be made? You said something made you uncomfortable?”

You clear your throat while you shift on his lap, “If I’m not allowed to sleep with other people, I don’t think you should be either.”

“What?” It’s his turn to be offended, his thick dark brows raised, “That sounds an awful lot like dating.”

“Mmm,” You roll your hips over his once more, smiling triumphantly as a throaty moan escapes him when you brush past his sensitive area, “But since we’re not dating, why can’t I sleep with other people? It’s hardly fair. If you can fuck someone else I should be allowed to get fucked by someone else too.”

“Okay, good point, I definitely don’t want anybody else fucking you,” He pauses, “Done. I won’t sleep with any other women for as long as we’re doing this. But you have start taking contraception, I don’t care which type do whatever’s best for you and your body, but we need to be using something other than just condoms.” His palms make their way down to the curve of your ass, palming the cheeks roughly. “If I’m only going to be fucking you, I plan on fucking you a lot. Can’t risk you getting pregnant.”

“Fine,” You grind down on him again, his head lolls back against his office chair, “I was going to start taking the pill again anyways.”

“Again?” His eyes fly open, “Such a dirty slut, has somebody fucked your tight little pussy bareback before?”

“Mhm,” You’re smiling at the fact he’s clearly jealous, “Maybe one day I’ll let you do it.” You’re wriggling in rhythm on top of his core, clothes the only barrier between your blazing bodies.

His gaze darkens at this, “Such a fucking tease. What else?”

“I need at least 24 hours-notice before an event, or date, or anything public. You can’t just spring it on me out of nowhere.”

“Done. I need you to stop being such a fucking brat.” He roughly grabs your hips in an attempt to still your movements, his eyes hooded and blown out with lust. “I’ll come in my pants if you keep doing that.”

Ignoring him you continue to move as you dish out your terms, “And the monthly rolling thing, what does that even mean?”

“Irrelevant.” Jungkook’s marking your collarbone with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “I want to make my own change to the contract, normally I do this on a month by month basis but…”

“But?” Your fingers mindlessly tug on his locks as you pull him back and force him to look at you, “But what?”

“I want you for one year.” He confesses with a heaving chest, hands exploring your curves, he’s clearly getting more and more worked up and you’re loving every second of it. “It’s about time people saw me in a long term relationship.”

“Hmm,” While the idea of being with Jungkook for a whole year makes your heart swell with something unknown, you can’t help but feel as though this might be a bad idea. It’s an idea you start rapidly warming to when he pulls your face down to meet his.

He kisses you messy and desperate as though he’s trying to convince you to agree to this new term, and it’s working. Playfully he nibbles your lower lip and pulls it back, a shit-eating grin hot against you when you shamelessly moan at his movements. You’re grinding down on him again, this time adding more pressure as you drag your core from side to side over his throbbing cock. He pulls away, his lips kiss-swollen and stained with lip gloss.

“So you’ll do this? For one year, with me?” He pants, somewhat distracted by the way you’re riding his clothed cock.

“Yes, I will. But there’s one other thing... Do I have to call you daddy?” You quirk a brow, voice low and sultry.

To this he shakes his head gently, though his profile remains contorted with pleasure, “I like the way you say my name when I fuck you, but we can always try it one day if you’re curious.”

“Maybe I am a little curious,” You admit, looking down at him through long eyelashes, “Why don’t you fuck me on your desk right now daddy?”

A pained groan escapes the man, his head falling back onto his chair while he looks you up and down in awe, “You really are a brat aren’t you? You want daddy to fuck you in his office hm? You’re lucky it’s almost 10 and nobody else is in the building.”

“I’d still want you to fuck me here even if the building was full.” You playfully shrug, there’s something equal parts sexy and amusing about being such a tease where your new fake boyfriend is concerned, he’s so easy to wind up you’ve noticed.

A possessive growl rumbles in his chest as he stands, picking you up in the process and sitting you atop of the desk. Electricity sparks inside you as he pushes your legs apart and stands between them, his inked fingertips slowly dragging themselves up your inner thighs. Your head is already spinning, the familiar sensation of paradise approaching and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“You’re amazing,” He chuckles against your lips as they crash down to yours in another desperate kiss. The thing with Jungkook is that every time he kisses you it’s as though he’s treating it like it will be the last, or like you’re the last two people on Earth and nothing else matters. You hate to admit it but every time he kisses you, you’re getting more and more attached to the way this feels. “May I?” He twangs the waistband of your flares, and you quickly respond, nodding quickly.

Just like that you’re sitting on his the wooden desk naked from the waist down, your wet core hot against the cool surface while Jungkook is once again fully clothed. You reach up to his dress shirt, managing to free two of the top buttons before he bats your hand away, keeping a firm grip on your wrists with one hand as he unbuckles his belt with the other. It’s when he removes the belt completely and lifts it to your hands you realise what’s about to happen.

“Are you going to tie me up?” You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth suppressing a moan, one whole year of this didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Is that okay?” He asks, completely stilling his movements until you nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy.” You’re testing your luck now and you know it, his gaze darkens at your words and something snaps inside him. He quickly rids you of your crop top, exposing your bare breasts and ties your wrists together with his designer belt.

“Lay down.” He instructs, not bothering to remove the documents from the table before your back is flat against them. Your elbows sit either side of your head, forearms and hands dangling off the edge of the desk above your head. From this angle your tits are propped up on sinful display, legs spread exposing your naked core – everything available to him. You peer round the room quickly, it’s constructed almost entirely from glass, if anybody did come to the office right now they would see you tied up on top of stacks of paperwork, about to get fucked by their boss. You whimper at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck me, please.” You beg, gyrating your hips to try and find any friction where you need it the most. You watch him sit back down in his chair and your stomach drops. “What the fuck? Why are you sitting—Oh my god.” You mewl.

Jungkook licks a flat stripe from your sopping entrance straight to your throbbing clit, winning you to cry out from the sudden stimulation. You feel him smirk against your womanhood and you playfully kick his broad shoulder in retaliation. He chuckles, zoning his mouth onto the sensitive bundle of nerves as he starts to eat you out.

Just when you think this man can’t get any better in bed he proves you wrong, his tongue wet and hard against you as he picks up the pace until you’re a writhing mess in front of him. At some point he throws your legs over his shoulders and drags you to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy bearing down on the man’s mouth, your arousal coating his clean-shaven face and chin as he buries his face where you want it most.

“Fuck!” You moan repeatedly, unashamed of how good this feels.

Two fingers threaten your entrance, you can feel the digits dipping in and out of the area without ever going inside, your back arches in a state of complete euphoria as you really concentrate on the feeling of him eating your pussy. Everything is pressed against you, his multitalented lips, the bend of his nose, his chin, he’s treating you as though you’re his last meal and you’re close to seeing stars.

“That feel good baby?” His words are quiet, almost getting lost in the noise of your soaking heat against his tongue, “You like it when daddy eats this pretty little cunt?”

“Yes…” You gasp, “Oh god yes…” You’re so turned on, whole body ablaze as he continues his ministrations against you.

“You taste so fucking good.” He sucks your clit harshly, earning you to groan, “I could eat your pussy all day.”

“Fuck-, daddy…” You’re a whimpering mess, body jolting and jumping as your high approaches quickly.

“So fucking dirty,” He hums against you, “Coming to my office and begging for me to fuck you, such a slut,” His words fade into white noise, you’re shaking with ecstasy when he unceremoniously plunges two tattooed fingers inside you.

“Jungkook!” You shriek, your back fully lifting form the desk, your breasts high in the cool air, earning your nipples to harden.

“That’s it baby say my name,” He’s fucking in and out of you in perfect sync with the movements of his mouth, moaning against your flesh as you hips buckle into his face, “Say my fucking name.” He sucks your sensitive area particularly hard and you scream something that sounds like his name between gasps for air, he groans in approval, “Fuck my face baby, use my face to get yourself off.”

You quickly obey his request and begin thrusting upward, the sound of your slickness being stretched with another finger fills the air. It’s because of this you’re suddenly coming all over his face and fingers, whimpering on the desk as he slows down and your climax fades to bliss. Panting for air you whine at the loss of contact when he pulls away from you, now standing between your legs with a glistening face.

“You look so hot right now, fuck,” He leans down and grips your bound hands, pulling you up to a sitting position while he unties you, “Get dressed.”

“What? But what about-“

“I don’t bring condoms to the office, you’re gonna have to wait until we get to my apartment.”

You nod, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed but thankfully the rational side of your brain does the thinking for you, grabbing your discarded clothes and quickly putting them on. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to clean up…”

“Not happening,” A puff of air escapes his nostrils, “You’re going to stay like that so I can fuck you as soon as we get home.”

“Home?” You snort, “Let’s at least have a meal together before you start calling it that.”

To this his signature smirk tugs his shiny lips, “Can’t say I’m hungry, I already ate.”

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

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“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

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rek1s-headband · 4 years ago

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Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”

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nymphacae · 2 years ago

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I really hope this doesn’t come off as a weird question, but do you have any advice for socializing in online spaces? You seem to be really good at interacting with people. /gen

This isn’t a weird question at all! It's actually an honor that you consider me qualified to answer this question, bc a year ago I Definitely wouldn’t have considered myself someone who’s sociable! (still not, tbh, social media is terrifying in a different way than reality is, lol)

I’m coming at this as someone who gained a following through….recognition, i guess? I hopped on really late into the game, so by the time i was on social media, the community kinda already knew who i was. And I’m glad for that opportunity! It’s a unique situation, sure, but i understand the feeling of being bogged down by ‘oh god am i doing this right’ ajskajsk

So yea, being sociable online is HARD, but I’ll ATTEMPT to narrow down how I approach it:

Be respectful! The golden rule!! You don’t know what the other is going through, what they’re going to say, the duration of the conversation, who they even really are, etc. but that doesn’t mean you can’t be considerate. Do no harm, take no shit

Be open-minded – you’re gonna meet folks from all different walks of life, and there’s absolutely no shame in stepping back and just listening! You learn a lot this way and it keeps conversations innovative and new ! share your perspective and realize your story/worldview/opinions are not End All, Be All. it’s way more rewarding than it might sound, or maybe i’m selling it well, who knows!

Be sincere! Reach out to those in a genuine effort to be friendly, and try to remember some tidbits about the people you’re with! Personalized messages are a great way to let folks know you care about them, just think about how YOU’D wanna receive a message from somebody — we’re all just people behind a screen, shrug

And also, maybe I’m just old and grew up on scary Stranger Danger PSAs, but I think another thing that’s lost is: Know When To Step Away!!! It’s SO easy to get sucked into the wormhole of social media. One thing to remember is: if you’re online, you have an online persona, and if you have followers or FANS of that online persona, you can form parasocial relationships. IE: I have a responsibility to ensure I’m not subjecting anyone to anything they didn’t sign up for; as someone who tends to discuss darker, more mature topics I try and keep a fair distance away from my younger viewers and let them know WHY. I talk with/follow some teens, sure, but they’re not my immediate friend group, i’m probably not in their notifs very often; that’s just how I’M comfortable online

Establish boundaries!!! Be upfront! YOU curate your own space online – and in turn, Please remember you’re not responsible for the image people make of you in their head, don’t let blocking/unfollowing or anything like that destroy you, sometimes you just won’t Vibe with someone; you don’t Vibe with everyone either, yknow? you can only ever be yourself, and that’s a blessing or a curse, whatever way you wanna consider it

Again, these are just tools that help me, and I’m still learning! Just test out the waters; it’s that first step in making an account and getting to talking that’s the scariest, but once you find your Group a lot of things are gonna come naturally, i PROMISE you. And you’re already Taking a big step in reaching out to ask this! I’d get so nervous submitting questions on anon back in the day….honestly, we’re ALL just freaking out on the other side of the screen, if that’s any consolation, haha

#ask #hope any of this helps…..jeez and this was me trying to SIMPLIFY things…#what a thoughtful ask I hope you’re doing well

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idiotic-genius · 4 years ago

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Hello!! I was wondering if you have any tips or advice for how to write a good "insanity" arc? A character I have goes through one and I want to do it right, yknow? If not that's ok, thank you if you do do one though :]

TW: Mentions of suicide, talking about mental illnesses and insanity

Thank you for the request, it's such an interesting topic! I found that there isn't that much information on it, but I'm glad to say that I'm pretty confident in what I did find. Anyways, let's get to it ^^

How to write an insanity arc

1. What is an insanity arc?

The first step to writing something is to understand it, so here is a quick definition that explains insanity itself, taken from Oxford Languages: "the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness/extreme foolishness or irrationality". Therefore, an insanity arc means that a character changes throughout the course of the story, descending into madness and irrationality. Sometimes, insanity is equated to certain mental illnesses such as schizophrenia, but personally, I wouldn't define it like that, at least not in fiction, because it could be confusing and also build harmful representation. To sum it up: An insanity arc means that the character slowly spirals into madness until they are mostly unrecognizable.

2. Symptoms of insanity (sorted by possible appearance)

Confusion/irritabbility

Extreme moods

Excessive fear or anxiety

Social withdrawal

Drastical change of eating and sleeping habits

Anger issues

Delusions/Hallucinations

Unability to cope

Suicidal thoughts

Denial

Physical problems

Substance abuse

3. What's the reason?

Insanity can be caused by heavy abuse, trauma, corruption, and also by experiencing mental illnesses that gravely impact the person's daily life (it has been discussed whether or not genetics have an impact as well, like in Alzheimers etc., but theory is yet to be proven). So, with all those overlapping symptoms, you can basically choose any reason for the insanity arc to happen, as long as you make it seem reasonable. Typical examples in fictions are:

Getting kidnapped by villains and corrupted

Turning against the system the character has originally chose to support because of betrayal

"Yandere-Symptom"

Something that could be hard about choosing a reason is the fact that as an author, you're probably trying to make your characters feel complex and realistic to the reader. So, if you haven't chosen why a character has an insanity arc, you should think about what would break them. Sometimes, the process of becoming insane is the arc itself, but, especially when it's not the main character experiencing the arc, sometimes it's about the process of noticing. In that case, maybe the character already went insane, but nobody knows yet and only slowly realizes because of the symptoms mentioned above, which means that the character could have a snap-scenario instead of a "slow burn". What's important is the knowledge of Where does the character start? and Where does the character end up? because the point of an arc is some kind of character development. It really depends on whether your character is going to end up broken and pale-skinned in a prison cell, happy as a psychopathic mafia boss or dead as the new "crazy" villain.

4. Writing from the character's perspective

Even though it could get tricky to only drop hints in the beginning that get more and more, it would probably be real fun to hide those little details and confusing the reader, because in the beginning they won't realize what's going on until they notice that they are the ones going insane with how they see the world, because they only viewed it from the character's eyes. Also, speaking as a reader, there is little greater than re-reading a story and finally noticing all the red flags and small hints, realizing Oh, that's what it means! One big advantage it has to write from the perspective of the character that goes insane is the illusion of clarity, especially when the character has been a reliable narrator so far. If the reader trusts their perspective, they can easily fall victim to believing anything they read without second thought. They might even think that the other characters are going insane! A huge aspect of insanity is a delusional view on the world, causing the symptoms mentioned earlier. The character will keep thinking that they are perfectly fine, or at least they'll be unsuspecting of what's to come. Their overreactions will seem normal, whereas the other characters could be portrayed as unbothered and therefore "weird". Their actions have to seem reasonable in their own mind, even though they do not follow moral codes. For example: An insane character would kill someone for being suspicious and "planning to murder them"- when they were really just trying to to some small talk.

5. Writing from someone else's perspective

If your to-be-insane character is not the main character, you will have to turn the whole thing explained in 4. around. The main character may notice all the symptoms from 2., but the question is: How do they deal with that and how do they react? Just from the symptoms, your character will probably not know what exactly is going on with the other, they might even suspect other mental illnesses, depending on what caused the beginning of the insanity arc. But there's probably going to be a moment of realization at some point. It could be because someone else tells your character "Hey by the way your friend's kinda insane" (unlikely), or, and this is what is more realistic, the insane character does something so out of the ordinary that the main character notices- whether that's an evil speech declaring war to all morals or them showing up by the villain's side fully depends on the story. In that case, the main character will only consciously notice the insanity arc when it has almost fully reached it's end. However, they will probably notice some things before that- like, to keep the example, the insane character being a lot more murderous than before.

6. Things an insane character might be doing (sorted by "heaviness")

Not getting social cues they used to get

Not understanding jokes

Reacting heavily to minor news

Feeling uncomfortable or annoyed around their friends

Binging/Having no appetite at all

Not liking the food they used to

Have depressed phases

Sleeping/being tired all the time or not sleeping at all

Developing insomnia

Getting overwhelmed by things they were fine with before

Getting angry easily and letting it out on other

Develop unhealthy coping mechanisms

Thinking more black-and-white

Ignoring obvious problems / their own mental state

Feeling nauseous, getting a migraine etc. all the time

Being paranoid and untrusting

Ignoring morals / only following their own

Not caring about consequences of illegal actions

Mad at system -> mad at individuals and vice versa

Find relief and happiness in their (sometimes) horrible and weird actions

That's it for this post! I hope this helps, and good luck writing your arcs and stories!

#writing #writing tips #writing advice #writing prompt #request #how to write #insanity #insanity arc #character tips #character advice

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cassyapper · 2 years ago

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Hellooo !! (Same anon who was ranting to you about Kakyoin the day before here! saw that you were discussing Jotaro’s and Kakyoin’s relationship and I just couldn’t help it)

Aside from all the stigma surrounding discussing those two together being in the same vicinity💀, I’ve had so many thoughts about them and I hope you wouldn’t mind me sharing! Those are all simple hcs and I would honestly love it if you share yours too if you’d like!

So here goes, personally I think they’re soulmates, platonically or romantically idc idc i just think they were meant to alter each other’s life in some long lasting way. More specifically I think they were soulmates who never had a chance, doomed from the start type shit yk?

In an au where things are shifted a little and Kakyoin survives, everything still remains hard with them. But despite the distance that occurred between them, the impact they left on each other would still remain and it’d be apparent...

I feel like they’d go years without talking and the “blame” falls on both of them. Kakyoin was struggling physically and mentally along with Jotaro not being able to deal with his trauma in a healthy way and life in general all led to this breached gap between them. I like to think Kakyoin would’ve harbored faint anger towards Jotaro for never bothering to catch up but then he thinks about everything that has happened and he can’t bring himself to blame him.... they’d get the memo of catching up after the events of part 6, it’s still not ideal and not how they’d wished things would’ve fallen between them but this reconciled friendship still amounts to something for them... I have so many thoughts about this but I don’t wanna burden you with more angst lmao and honestly I’m more interested in hearing your thoughts

Have a good day!!

YES GOD ANON i am so fucking ga ga for these two you have no idea it's so EMBARRASSING but i love them they mean everything to me so i was so happy to see this ask show up in my inbox thank YOU for giving me an excuse to talk about them fuck

but yeah god i just...i dont know if i believe in soulmates per se even in fiction but i do agree with your sentiment so so much: these two were definitely on a collision course. like yknow how space is mostly empty. they're like two asteroids that crashed together despite that, despite the probability being so low, despite it statistically supposed to be incredibly unlikely, and it changed them both so much as a result, whether that be them molding together to form a bigger asteroid because of the heat of the collision or them both shattered because of the force of it or only one breaking while the other just changes course, forever changed by the short but intense encounter. ughg DO YOU GET IT. im insane anon i am

AND YEAH GOD I AGREE SO MUCH THAT KAKYOIN AND JOTARO WOULD GO FOR A LONG WHILE WITHOUT SEEING EACH OTHER AFTER PART 3 FUCK jotaro "self isolation" kujo would definitely just cut off abruptly and kakyoin would be SO ANGRY BECAUSE AS WE'VE SEEN WITH HOW HE REACTED TO POLNAREFF IN THE HANGED MAN ARC, HE HATES THAT SHIT!!! HE HATES IT WHEN PEOPLE FALL UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT IT'D BE BETTER FOR THEM TO DIE ALONE THAN TO GET ANY HELP BECAUSE WHAT IT'S A BURDEN TO OTHERS? AS IF THEIR DEATHS WOULDN'T BE? fuck idk if you know but i have a fic that kinda centers around this but it's still a work in progress. however if u wanted to read it, it's called walk with me/try again on ao3. god these guys make me nuts

but anyway thank you for sending this in. jotaro and kakyoin make me so ill

#cass cries

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hollandorks · 2 years ago

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Shelby bestie! It’s me your favorite 🦇 I have some head cannons to share with you.

I know that we discussed Bruce being a boob man, but I also think he’d enjoy thighs. He’d like touching them, spreading them apart, etc. I can just picture him being a fan of thighs.

Idk if you’ve mentioned it or not but the dude can eat 🐱 for days and not stop. I can see him being really into it.

Definitely likes picking her up and bringing her to the bed for sexy time. Like her wrapping her legs around him.

Bruce definitely has a favorite pair of socks.

Speaking of socks I have certain pairs of socks that I wear to work. I can see him having his Bruce socks and his Batman socks.

Definitely a big fan of savory foods. He takes everything in, savory foods fit that vibe.

That’s all for now

🦇

okay I lied. I do have a prediction—I saw a previous person ask if our funny riddle guy was going to do anything/target her. Maybe even be obsessed with her. My prediction is that he definitely has a dictation with her. She helped take down the former mayor, and the whole drugging women and killing them thing he had going on with other scum bags. He definitely looks up to her. Probably has a crush on her. He’s not leaving her cards because he knows she wouldn’t come across them. Or did. It’s tricky when you factor Bruce into the equation. I feel like he’ll think Bruce—with his wealth is corrupting her. On one hand Bruce is supporting her own Gotham Project (something the riddler is a fan of) but since Bruce is supporting it he might think it’s tainted with dirty money. Does that make sense? Idk if it does. What will he do to her? I’m not sure yet.

Fuck I want poptarts.

Also I may not be able to read the new chapter until Tuesday. I work one job Sunday and Monday night and I work early at my other job Monday and Tuesday morning. Oh life. If I do read it when it comes out I won’t have an essay.

Much love!

Also how have you been?

Love seeing your headcanons and predictions!! I'm gonna go ahead and say spoilers and ignore your predictions just in case, but I love seeing them!!

I agree, Bruce loves boobs best but thighs second. I imagine him reaching over for a squeeze of the thigh while he's driving. Maybe not even always in a sexy way--he just loves them.

And yeah I 100% think Bruce likes to eat 🐱 like....man is touch starved himself and he'd love just going to town and getting to explore yknow what I'm saying 👀 In my mind he's a very generous man.

And yes he definitely likes to pick her up and show off his strength! I feel like I've already included this a couple of times just because it feels so natural for him!

Love the idea of him having Batman socks. I bet they're like nice, expensive work socks that he researched so they don't get holes in them so he doesn't get blisters. Meanwhile his Bruce socks are all mismatched and have holes and then he has like, a couple sets of nice/ fancy dress socks Alfred got him to go with any suits he wears

Savory foods do seem to fit him. Like I bet he's big on comfort foods like soup or fresh bread (or in motn, omelets 😉)

Also oof I'm tired on your behalf!! Good luck! May your coffee be constantly refilled and fresh these next few days! 😂 Totally understand if you can't do an essay! Get some sleep!

Also I've been good! I'm officially on my second vacation (my job spoils me). My brother is flying into town tomorrow then Monday or Tuesday me, him, and my mom are joining my mom's whole side of the family for a huge beach trip! (Yes this is my second beach trip in two weeks. Again--spoiled)

Also today I went shopping and got a Nirvana shirt (we're doing a decades night where you dress in the decade you were born on this trip) so obviously I thought of our bat boy and decided to dress 90s grunge so I could get a Nirvana shirt 😎 Also got a few other things, finished a book, wrote a chapter of SITN, and started a book club book. So today's been great!

How've you been bestie?? How're both of your jobs? Do you feel like you're managing them pretty well?

#asks #anon #my favorite 🦇#🦇 anon #🦇

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borom1r · 3 years ago

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lawrence asks,,, hm. if you have any thoughts on it, I wld like to hear the most vulnerable lawrence has been w adam post-bathroom? we've both talked abt it b4, & since he tends to fall into the habit or bottling his emotions up/struggles to bring up smth that's bothering him, how wld such an event occur? idk I'm just very weak for soft hurt/comfort,, other than that tho! what are some of your favourite parallels he has, regardless if they're based in canon or not? (I hope you have a better day tmrw also,,)

ooghdhfh,,,, hmmmm

I think. nd I know I just extremely briefly touched on it but I think it comes after Daniel is recovered. in a world where the traps play out relatively the same, yknow? bc I think there’s a whole… like if Lawrence had just had the, idk, divine fucking foresight and used his one bullet to shoot John then hey, another kid wouldn’t have been fucking tortured + lost his father. but instead Lawrence put a hole through the shoulder of the man he loves.

obviously I think hearing news about traps in general is hard for both of them, but I think hearing about Daniel specifically would send Lawrence down SUCH a spiral. bc he is a father and Diana was tortured by Jigsaw too but not nearly to such extremes and at least Diana still has both her parents. and I think it would be very hard for Lawrence to ignore that voice in the back of his head going “if you’d just been smarter, none of this ever would’ve happened. that boy wouldn’t be traumatized, his father wouldn’t be missing, and Adam wouldn’t be nearly as hurt. it’s all your fault.”

which of course it isn’t. But Lawrence is very good at 1) bottling up his emotions, and 2) spiraling. bc I think he’s the kind of person to debate himself and when his mind only wants to make him feel worse, Well. i don’t think this necessarily ends in an explosion, more likely Adam comes home, mentions off-hand that “that Matthews kid is being released from the hospital, thank god.” — and ofc he knows Lawrence has been distant and moody but they both get that way having to listen to reports and speculation on Jigsaw like he’s some kind of fucking celebrity. so I do think it’s kind of a surprise when Lawrence just. looks up at Adam and tries to smile and can’t get any words out. because what can he say? (what excuse could he possibly give when, certainly, Adam is thinking the exact same thoughts he is?)

except, y’know, Adam isn’t thinking those thoughts, and it takes some coaxing to get Lawrence to admit what’s got him shaking so bad. they wind up on the kitchen floor cause there’s just no way they’re making it to the couch and when Lawrence can finally breathe again, after listening to Adam quietly assure him he could Never blame Lawrence for what happened— Adam’s fingers stroking up and down his spine, his own clutching the fabric of Adam’s shirt tight, Adam just, completely seriously: “if I ever see him I will kill Jigsaw for what he did to you.”

and Lawrence can only nod, because what can he say to that? Especially when he’s not at the stage where he sees himself worthy of compassion all the time, let alone anger. The idea that someone loves him enough to fight for him is. Mmnfh.

(Adam follows it up with “seriously, I don’t care if I’m just identifying a body, I’ll bring him back to life and fucking kill him again!” which gets a laugh like he’d hoped it would. “You’d find a way.” Lawrence smooths out Adam’s shirt, finally cracking a smile as Adam nods: “Fuck yea I’d find a way. For you.”)

+ oofhdjfidjjfhs obviously I love all the religious parallels he has… it’s not rlly a PARALLEL per se but as we’ve discussed i heavily associate him w sheep! 🐏 bc he is Soft n Huggable Like Sheep :’3

I also associate him w Lavender. ummnn and bc im thinking abt it!! when I was assigning birth flowers for William’s tattoos, I gave Lawrence 6/26 as his birthday! which makes his flower Honeysuckle (devotion, pure happiness) but also makes him a Cancer sun! his birthday is also a feast day for St. Norbert of Xanten, who is a patron saint against birth complications + for peace. His birth cards are Temperance + The Hierophant, which share a passionate nature, concern for purity of intention + faith in perfectability. Both are impatient with wrong-doing + lack of effort. They can be both trusted leaders and loyal followers (hmmmm… sound familiar? sjfhdhd). OH and June actually has 3 birthstones (pearl, moonstone, + alexandrite) but I lean towards Alexandrite since it’s been used for healing + is believed to bring good luck (I don’t have a lot of experience w/ Alexandrite + tend to take online crystal guides with a grain of salt, tho lol)

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lyracasstuff · 4 years ago

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Heya!! I actually just found your blog and I would like to say how amazing your writing it! Aaaa it's so cute and you seem very sweet!! <3

I came here to ask for a idv match up! I'm a female, she/her, I'm bi but I do have a preference towards men. Also, I don't mind a survivor or hunter!! Whatever you feel like atm dear. I'm very energetic when you get me in the right mood!! I love baking and editing! I also quite like photography. I'm a very loving person but can get cold if I feel bad so it's a bad habit TwT. I do give lots of compliments to people and it may seem like i like them but I just really like pointing out nice things about people. I love hugs and kisses especially!! I love it if my s/o could give me attention but not too much yknow? Like i want them to be happy with their life with me and their life outside of our relationship. Umm I hope that's enough!! Thank you for making your blog! It is very nice!! You're doing great!! I appreciate you <3 (ps. Make sure to eat and drink enough~)

Thank you for caring about my health dearie~ Honestly,, I could also say the same for you..(｡･ω･｡)

And I'm quite glad that you enjoy reading my blog posts! It means quite a lot for me whenever I hear people enjoying my blog as much as I enjoy writing them..( ´ ▽ ` )

After much thinking,, I've decided to match you up with...

Joseph Desaulnier!!📷

Let's first address the big elephant in the room: Photography..（・∀・）

Since the both of you love photography,, I can most *definitely* imagine you two taking pictures of scenery found in the manor..

As well as *some* of the silly things that happen outside of matches.. Although,, it's more on your end than Joseph's..

However,, I must also remind you that you WILL be bombarded with questions partaining to your "equipment"..(｡･ω･｡)

Whether it'd be a modern HD camera or your smartphone,, it's safe to assume that Joseph will be VERY much curious about these "equipment" that you have brought from the "future" ((even though we call it anything *but* from the future..))

"Are you telling me that this camera of yours can capture pictures instantly??? With just a simple press of a button??? Then, does that mean you won't have to stand for long periods of time to take your picture???"

((Fun fact: the first cameras that were patented require you to stand for long periods of time to take your picture which explains why plenty of the pictures during the Victorian Era were people staying in one position like standing..))

"This "smartphone" can ALSO capture pictures?? Would you mind showing me how, ma chérie??"

"The quality of the pictures are ABSOLUTELY DIVINE! From what time period must you be to access this kind of machinery, ma chérie???"

I highly suggest that you study your equipment thoroughly because Joseph *will* be asking questions about your photography equipment..

Well,, that and Joseph will *literally* fumble with *every* single nook and cranny of said equipment where he might actually break something on accident..

Which is rare for the gentlemanly and disciplined Joseph,, however we ARE talking about one of his biggest passions here..╮(─▽─)╭

Another topic here that is perhaps connected somehow is editing!!（⌒▽⌒）

Joseph is quite astonished when you told him one time that photos can be tweaked from your time period..

Now, on one hand,, he is amused as he sometimes *does* struggle with getting the perfect picture when the environment around him just isn't having it..

But he also can't fathom the idea of people actually editing their photos so much that sometimes,, the unedited version looks far too different than the edited version...

When I say that,, I specifically mean people who probably use photoshop just a *bit* too much..(^_^;)

Not that there is anything wrong about it as everyone knows.. After all,, sometimes we just use it solely for entertainment by making weird, abstract collages of people..

((Like photoshopping a bunch of characters from different fandoms to make some sort of crack-crossover movie poster..╮(─▽─)╭))

It just that Joseph prefers less edited photos as he believes that a photo can shine on it's own when it's taken skillfully..

((Another fun fact: Based from what I can gather, the French in the 1800s preferred a more natural look, which is evident by their choices in makeup like powder for the face or some simple rouge for the lips and cheeks.. Of course,, we are excluding the hair as we all know that big, elaborate wigs were all the rage in this era..))

In fact,, he might even throw a *little* shade towards photos that are super edited...(◎_◎;)

Pls tell him to calm down and not insult people who do something similar to that.. It'll only escelate and get worse in the future..

Okay,, now that we've discussed those, I think we shall head on over to other things, don't you think??（・∀・）

Another reason as to why I paired you with Joseph is because of your upbeat and loving energy!!（〜^∇^)〜🧡

Joseph's life before the manor was already pretty gloomy, and it hasn't really improved when he got into the manor..

So your very energetic and affectionate nature will surely bring in some lost warmth to his life!!（＞ｙ＜）

Although,, please be patient with him for at least a little while.. After all, him *suddenly* receiving love and attention is a bit overwhelming for him to process all at once..╮(─▽─)╭

When he *does* gets used to it, he appreciates it very much..(∩_∩)

With that being said however,, he is still quite disciplined about the time that you two spend together AND the time that you two spend seperately from each other so you won't have to worry about having your boundaries being meshed together..（・∀・）

On the topic of affections,, Joseph will actually be a bit shocked to hear you dish out compliments to everyone in the manor.. And quite frankly,, as well as everyone else that you complimented

((Listen,, we're talking about the Victorian Era,, where modesty is highlighted as a core value..))

I'll be honest in saying that for a split-second,, Joseph *might've* actually thought of you as a flirtatious person

So when you explained to him that that's just how you are and that you just like to point out nice things about other people,, he's confused..(^_^;)

"Wait, but you complimented Mike's juggling act. Shouldn't that mean that you would like to court him??"

"Didn't you tell Victor that you thought he was sweet?? Pardon me for asking this, but are you... Interested in him, ma chérie?"

You're going to have to explain to him that just because you like a certain aspect of a person,, that doesn't mean you actually like them AS A WHOLE...

He may or not have demanded that you bake for him the next time that you two will have your afternoon tea together..(⌒_⌒;)

It's his "apology gift" as he puts it...

Okay,, I know I said that Joseph absolutely appreciates your loving side,, but he also *adores* your more "colder" side..

And no,, it's not because he's a masochist..(｡･ω･｡)

See, as much as Joseph relishes in the feeling of protecting someone he cares/loves.. Even he can admit that sometimes,, it gets too exhausting when your partner is the *literal definition* of a walking doormat..

I don't know about you,, but I kind of picture Joseph as someone who wants to have a partner that, at the *very least*,, can stand on their own two feet.. It gives Joseph a sense of pride,, see???

In conclusion,, I personally think that you and Joseph would work wonders for each other!! Different in your personalities, but united through the same common interest of photography.. I'd say its a decent balance of "opposites attract" and "similarities attract"..

🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷🎞📷

Author's note: On the topic of people photoshopping the heck out of their photos.. DON'T HARRASS/BULLY/INSULT THEM PLEASE!!! I will be blunt in saying that I frankly do not care whatever your intentions were, because when you strip said intentions away from the grand scheme of things,,

All that's left is a situation where someone insulted/bullied/harassed another person just for editing their photos a bit too much..

And when you put it like that,, wouldn't you agree that it sounds idiotic? Because in all honesty, it is..(¬_¬) After all,, those photos won't be affecting you much in the long run now,, would they??

And even if you said that you did it with good intentions, the way you acted upon these "intentions" was poorly done when it could've been handled *much* more efficiently...

So in short,, pls don't harrass anyone that you know that does these to their photos, it's not only for their sake but also yours..( ´ ▽ ` )

I apologize for ranting like that,, however I feel as though these types of situations are completely meaningless AND avoidable had it not been for the people that continue to stick their fingers into others' honeyjars.. So I personally as though it needs to be said.. Again, sorry if this rant is a bit unsettling and a bit "rough on the edges"..(⌒_⌒;)

Well that's about it.. Until next time,, I'll see you all in my next post!!ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ💚

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ready-to-obeyme · 4 years ago

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[OM!] Merging Timelines (Lucifer/MC)

Summary: Your nightmares become less frequent the less you refer to the other timeline as ‘yours’ and the more you convince yourself that this timeline is the only one that exists.

Alternatively: After waiting for you to come back, Lucifer goes searching for you to bring you back home.

Alternatively 2:0: what’s better than one Lucifer? TWO Lucifers!!!! But it really isn’t :(

Word Count: 2k+

Notes: Gender neutral reader (”they”); *throws angst at you* like leaving behind the original timeline wasn’t bad enough; I don't actually remember what Barbatos did to the other timelines-- if it was destroyed or if we just broke off into another junction, but I’m leaning towards the latter theory... yknow, for the angst, (had to repost this because tags weren’t working :’((( )

Every time you encounter something that was different or uncomfortable for you in the Devildom, you adapt. Just as you adjust to being in a timeline you had no intentions of being a part of not out of complacency, but out of desperation.

You scramble to make new memories with the seven demon brothers.

You go along with every antic Mammon or Levi pull you in and drown yourself with face masks and new lotions with Asmo. You cook your favorite recipes for Beel and discuss your favorite genres with Satan. You even help Belphie rekindle his relationship with his brothers; it’s familiar, easy for you to forget what you have lost when you’re busy helping others, even though every time he looks at you, you remember the feeling of his hands on your throat.

Your gaze lingers on Lucifer more, trailing after him. Before he notices, you’re already looking elsewhere, pretending like you don’t imagine time and time again when your hands were on his as he bared his heart and finally allowed himself to be vulnerable around his brothers-- around you-- before you were swept to the past you had no right to meddle in. Still, like with the other brothers, you do what you can to make up for lost time, even though you feel a sense of dread that you’ll never be able to have the same relationship with the brothers that you had when you bound together against Diavolo for Belphie.

(Especially not with Lucifer, who had vouched for you to find the truth and save Belphie, who let you embrace him in the catacombs and allowed your hands to give him the reassurance he needed to speak, whose concern was etched on his face as you declared that you would go to the past alone.)

Your nightmares become less frequent the less you refer to the other timeline as ‘yours’ and the more you convince yourself that this timeline is the only one that exists.

And it gets better (as it must) when you spend time with all of them, building your relationship to a point that you slowly begin to truly believe that things will be okay. It starts to actually feel that way when you attend Diavolo’s birthday party, pleasantly surprised at the presents that you are given. You’re warmed by the thought that went into each of them, flushing at the way Lucifer looks at you and pins the brooch right above your left breast with a gentleness you have always known he was capable of (even if he doesn’t realize it himself).

You meet Belphie outside, where there are lights above like stars, at the rocky pavement nearest the lake and accept his present. His pact burns onto your skin like all the other five, and he tells you he has never thought of you as Lilith as neither do the other brothers. Like a bad habit, you think about your other timeline, wondering if you had stayed if this scenario would have happened, and what would have changed otherwise.

“Hey-y-y, whaddya think you’re doin’ over there?! Did you forget who’s the guest of honor tonight?” You hear Mammon’s voice call out from a distance. You laugh when he huffs loudly, “Get back to the party, on the double!”

“Coming!” You reply back, grinning at Belphie who only grimaces at Mammon’s shouting.

“Why are you all the way over there,” Asmo whined, hugging you the moment you reached them.

“Sorry,” you say, returning his embrace gently. (Inwardly, you vow to make sure he has your full attention when asked, though you know he has no idea why you would do such a thing.) “Belphie was just giving me his gift,” you explain, smiling lightly when Belphie flushes at the sudden attention. He gravitates towards Beel as Mammon leers at him and Levi rolls his eyes at how ‘dramatic’ everything was.

“Oh, did he now,” Satan remarks, amusement laced in his every word. Belphie glares. “I understand the need for privacy, but the distance seems kind of excessive, don’t you think?”

“Wouldn’t you have preferred Lucifer to be more than a few feet away when we made our pact?” You tease, watching as the blond raises his hand to his face and similarly tries to hide his blush.

“W-Well, that was a different time--”

“You’re not exactly wrong,” Asmo comments, pointing to the marble pavilion out on the lake. “Lucifer’s not really that far off when these sort of things happen.”

At the sight of the eldest brother approaching with his black coat billowing behind him, Mammon swears. “Oh crap,” he says, starting to nudge you towards the Demon Prince’s castle. “C’mon, we should scram before he comes and yells at us for leaving the party.”

You laugh. “You say that like it’s something we can avoid,” you tell him, letting yourself get pulled regardless even as you glance back with a twinkle in your eyes at the familiar sight of Lucifer storming up to them in a huff.

That is, until he calls out your name.

There is something wrong.

You’re aware that Mammon and Satan are looking at you in concern when you stop walking, but you don’t have the heart to reassure them when you’re not sure if everything is okay. Lucifer calls out your name again, and you’re startled, heart beating a mile a minute as his voice wraps your name in a flurry of fear and desperation.

You didn’t realize Lucifer could ever sound like that.

Without thinking, you start to walk toward him, mind racing with every worst scenario you can think up of. “Lucifer,” you start to say, concerned, “Lucifer, what’s wrong--”

Lucifer gives you no chance to finish your sentence as he pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly, leaving no space in between the two of you. Almost instinctively, you reach up and hold him, confused and worried but happy to provide him with an embrace if that is what he needed. (You wonder if he hugs like this every time, intimately close and comfortably tight, and for a moment you wish you had a chance to do this with your-- the other Lucifer.)

You hear some murmurs and strangled yells (probably Mammon) in the background, but you find yourself more focused on the warmth of his arms around your body and the way Lucifer’s eyes seem to glean in the light of the dark when he reluctantly pulls away.

You open your mouth to ask again when he beats you to the punch.

“Where have you been?” Lucifer asks-- no, demands of you, hands gripping your shoulders. His eyes search over you, as if checking for injuries or ailments.

You blink. “Oh, I was just with Belphie for a moment,” you tell him slowly, unsure why his eyes widen. You bite your lip. “Sorry, I know we’re supposed to be at the party and all but--”

Lucifer shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter,” he says, and hesitates for a moment before brushing his hand across your face gently. “Let’s go back home,” he tells you softly, dropping his hand until he is able to grasp yours.

“Home?” You echo, following his lead with worry. “What do you mean? I thought you’d be mad that we’d leave the ball, but you want to go home?”

At this, Lucifer turns his head with brows drawn together, mirroring your expression of concern. “What do you mean?”

You stop in your tracks, and Lucifer has no choice but to drop your arms as you stand at a distance. “Lucifer,” you start to say, “I don’t understand. Today is Diavolo’s birthday party-- you made me a guest of honor and everything. Are-- are you sure you’re okay?”

Before Lucifer could reply, you felt a hand on your shoulder pull you back. You look behind you to see Beel guiding you behind him, like Lucifer was someone to be protected from. The thought makes your stomach churn.

“Hey, you’re being pretty weird right now, Lucifer,” Mammon retorts, coming up beside you. “Where do you think you’re going right now, anyhow? The castle is that way.”

Looking at Mammon, Lucifer falters, but after glancing back at you, something in him resolves and his face sets.

“We’re not going back to the party,” he says with a tone of finality.

Mammon sputters, “Wh-What--?!”

“Diavolo’s birthday party was months ago for me,” Lucifer tells you even as this statement makes you reel. “I understand this may be confusing, but please trust me. Come back home with me,” he says, this time more gently, holding out his hand again. “To us.”

“No one is going anywhere.”

Your heart jumps at the sound of the familiar voice, and with growing dread, you turn away from Lucifer-- gentle, desperate, firm, and casually cladded-- only to see another Lucifer in his demon form, wings bristling and eyes burning with a dark ember as he sees himself right before him..

The last month comes back to you all at once: the nightmares, the paralyzing grief, and the slow and steady tread to the life you had before in the Devildom. And you suddenly feel the sharp pang of loss again when you see all that you have built up, all this time convincing yourself that you had left no one behind, come crashing down.

There were now two Lucifers: one from the timeline in which you left and the one in which you came to.

The original Lucifer (your Lucifer, your mind croons cruelly) glares at his alterself, giving no quarter. “We,” he says darkly, transforming into his demonic form, “are going to be leaving. Whether you allow it is not of my concern.”

“What is happening?” Levi cries out, glancing between the two Lucifers, indiscernible from each other. “Why are there two of them?”

“That doesn’t matter,” says Mammon, growling. “What’s the deal, huh, Lucifer-- if you really are him.” He puts his hands on his hips and glares. “‘Cause if you really are him, you’d know how important--”

“Trust me,” your Lucifer replies coldly, “I know how important they are. I don’t need anyone telling me.”

The other Lucifer-- the one who pinned the brooch on for you-- steps forward and puts an arm to obscure his counterpart’s view of you. “Then leave,” he demands. “They’re not going with you.”

You can see your Lucifer’s wings spread wide in anger, but he sees you and is once again quelled. (You don’t remember having such an effect on him, but it hurts your heart trying to wonder why you do now.) He says your name again, and steps forward despite his alterself brother’s raising hackles. “Did you ever want to get back home to us at all? Did you ever think of us?” asks Lucifer, putting a hand on his chest, eyes soft. “Of me?”

“Of course!” You cry out before you could think of doing otherwise. You step forward, stopped only by the other Lucifer’s arm blocking your path. You squeeze your eyes against the tears that stung them. “Of course I did! How could I not?”

“You were gone for months,” your Lucifer tells you, voice strained. “No sign of you coming back whatsoever. I held hope that maybe someday you would return to us but--” His eyes flashes with something unfamiliar, something you hoped to see for as long as you have been in love with him. “I will not lose you. Even if it’s to myself.”

“I love you,” your Lucifer says with a voice as sincere and vulnerable as it could be. “Truly and deeply. Please-- come back.”

“Lucifer, I--”

You jump at the hand that grabs your wrist, and you look up to see the other Lucifer look at you with a deep-seeded fear that made your heart clench.

“I will not lose you a second time,” he says quietly to you, and your heart stutters. He glares at his counterpart with an intensity that rivaled even the hottest fires. “You’re outnumbered, you know,” he says coolly.

You’re unsure if the other Lucifer actually means it-- that he would have his brothers fight himself, even from another timeline. The way the brothers shift behind you tells you that this is and never will be an easy decision-- nor it was for you.

“I agree with Lucifer for once,” Satan comments, smiling with a sharpness that didn’t reach his eyes. “Brother or not… it’s a fact that you don’t belong here, and we don’t take kindly to other demons taking what’s ours.”

“Looks like you’re selfish in every timeline, huh, Lucifer?” Belphie goads unkindly, stepping up next to Lucifer with Satan flanking his other side.

Instead of flinching, your Lucifer looks at you before gazing at his brothers, half of whom was hesitant to fight and the other half desperately trying to find reasons to justify it. “Say what you want of me,” your Lucifer says quietly-- dangerously. “I did not come here to go back empty-handed.”

HIs alterself looks at you, searching for something in your face, before pushing you towards Asmo who holds you back. (And you wonder if there was something in his eyes that could rival what your Lucifer had or if you had only conjured up something you hoped to see.) With a flourish of wings, the other Lucifer remarks dryly, “Then I suspect... you will not return at all.”

It’s ironic to think that the two men ready to fight each other to the death are the only ones whom you have not made a pact with. You wonder if you could have. You wonder if both Lucifers would let you.

But as of now, you can only drop to the floor, wallowing in the turmoil of seeing the man you love destroy himself, screaming until your throat is hoarse even though your words go unheard.

In some ways, Barbatos was right. There could only be one timeline-- and you never had a choice in choosing which one it would be.

#obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #i hope the tags work ok!!#im... kinda proud of this one :')#shall we date? obey me

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cynettic · 4 years ago

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Insomniac Reader x Xiao ( enemies to lovers )

Summary - Enemies to Lovers kind of plot? Sorta, more like hating each other to sorta getting along, but it’s just a mix of headcanons with a Drabble for the pairing.

Pairing - Insomniac Reader x Xiao

Warnings - Mention of pills

A/N - I’m not too well informed with anything to do with insomnia, so I apologize if there’s any information that’s incorrect- just lemme know.

Enemies to Lovers

As a new adventurer around Liyue, you find yourself settling down in Wangshu Inn instead of a camp.

Little did you know that a short tempered (short in height as well) adeptus rested in the same place.

Along with sleep problems that nagged you awake, unless taking melatonin to sleep, you wouldn’t get any rest. You didn’t mind the night though, staring out at the stars and letting your imagination stray until the sun poked from the mountains.

But at night when you went down to stare from the porch of the inn, there was someone else.

At first you didn’t mind, you probably wouldn’t have ever cared for their presence.

But Xiao, being a little meanie and edgy boi, tries to get you to leave. He found your presence annoying, especially when the night always contains silence and isolation that is much needed for him.

Of course you take his rude remarks personal.

“Ah, apologies sir, wasn’t aware that the entirety of the inn belonged to you.”

You get on his nerves so much.

So much that he storms away, deciding to start his work around Liyue early to get away from you. You on the other hand enjoy the view until morning, getting ready for commissions.

That’s how the cycle starts.

On the nights that you decide to stay up and head to the porch, he’s always there.

So you storm in there and sit right beside him, he says a few annoying things, and when you don’t leave, he does.

Normally Xiao is stubborn.

Which is why half the time Xiao will stick around, and oh boy do you both get into the most heated discussions.

Better to call it arguments.

You hate him, he hates you. All you want is to look out the deck and appreciate the view from the top, all he wants is some peace and quiet.

And the two of you are too stubborn to go on the lower deck like any normal people.

“Like a married couple!” Verr has commented once.

You find that insulting.

But eventually, you find it tougher and tougher to get any sleep, even with the sleep pills you take. So you hang out at the roof more, less irritable because all you want is the sleep you can’t get.

Around this time you realize you don’t really have the energy to fight against the short adeptus.

So of course Verr steps in and gets you to give him Almond Tofu, a gift you realize he really enjoys.

At first he’s suspicious.

Of course he is, the two of you hate each other, why are you giving him his favourite dish?!

He idly wonders if it’s your final resort to get rid of him, and if there’s poison to wipe him out completely.

But yknow… it’s Almond Tofu.

So he eats it anyway.

And a new cycle starts.

Feed the adeptis Almond Tofu to shut him up, and stare at the stars and sky for the remainder of the night. It’s peaceful, and calm.

But despite that, the fatigue reaches your head, and even with the quiet Serenity of the nights with the boy, it doesn’t stop your problems and sleepy eyes. Eventually, you do end up talking to the boy, venting your problems, crying to the adeptis you were sure you’d always despised.

And he listened.

The nights that you handed him a plate of Almond Tofu, sat down beside him, and burst out into a rant about your life, your day, your issues.

Xiao listens attentively, as if it were one of Zhongli’s stories.

And even if it’s from the male you had come to hate, being heard was an irreplaceable feeling.

Nights pass, and the two of you settle into this new routine. On the nights you don’t talk, it’s silent, and the two of you bask in each other’s presence.

Until one day the Yaksha spoke.

He speaks vaguely, never specifying anything, and just barely brushing past the topics. But he vents, so much that you’re sure you’ve never heard him speak that much in a night.

Xiao begins to understands why Zhongli likes to tell his stories.

_-_-_-_-_

Sleepy eyes.

The back of your hands rubbed against the sore black circles under your bright orbs, staring out into the night. The starry sky basked back at you, convincing you to sleep, as if the pills didn’t try hard enough.

You were always tired.

Leaning back into the wooden wall you sighed, considering speaking to the boy beside you. It had been a long time since you’d considered Xiao to be an enemy of some sort, the demon interfering with you having a peaceful night on the rooftops of Wangshu Inn. But you’d long since forgotten that, after you truce with Almond Tofu and quiet nights…

Slightly turning to meet your tired stare, the adeptus stared at your fatigued form. He’d noticed much earlier, the tired stares and the way you stumbled back to your room. It was quite obvious you weren’t getting enough sleep, especially on the days you ranted.

Not that Xiao could say much either, at this point he vented just as much as you did.

That’s why he didn’t stop you when your eyes gave in, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you leaned into his shoulder. Head resting on the hollow of his neck, he flinched at the contact, obviously not being used to his personal safety bubble being breached.

But he didn’t move away.

Only watched as your chest expanded and retracted with each breath, settling into a soothing rhythm that lulled him into comfort. It was the first time he’d seen you fall asleep, and he dimly hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

One of his hands unconsciously went to stroke a lock of your hair, slipping it between his fingers in a soothing motion. Much like the pats Zhongli would give him, and despite the adeptus persisting that he found the action repulsive, he enjoyed it.

Maybe you would too.

However the action came almost like instinct, and Xiao felt almost the need to protect you in the vulnerable unconscious state you were in. You’d trusted him with your thoughts just as he had, and now you trusted him with your surroundings as you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Or… maybe Xiao was just overthinking it.

Yet he didn’t pull away, spending the night and probably staying for the majority of the morning there. Patiently waiting for you to get up and stumble back to your room. Xiao was a stubborn boy, and he refused to move until you woke up and gave him an apology for falling asleep on his shoulder.

Not that he minded it.

And a small part of him wished that the moment of Serenity wouldn’t end, that you’d stay leaning against his body, coaxing him into that same calmness as well.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oneshot #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #xiao x reader #xiao #genshin xiao #cynshealthysfw

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timextoxhajima · 3 years ago

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ALL FOR A TASTE IS BASED ON AN ACTUAL FWB??

i’m shooketh because i’m so conservative i never once considered fwb were real (i swear for some reason i always thought it only existed in fics/tv shows/etc) esp cuz sg in general is conservative too(?)

i read all for a taste and phew,,,,, that’s hot 🥵🥵 (also you can ignore this part if it’s uncomfy and too personal) but i noticed in the fic….. sunwoo just pulled out (…protection?) …. was that part real too or just for the sake of the fic? i’m asking because i’m a virgin and i really don’t know how these things work irl and i would rather die than ask my irls 😭 again pls ignore if it’s too personal because i know it’s weird to discuss your sex life on the internet 😅😅

-🥯

yes it's based on an actual fwb HAHAHHA but it's not 100% carbon copy

[dw i'm fine i don't really care about talking about my sex life tbh] [also back on desktop so no emojis ;-;]

HEY SURPRISE SURPRISE i also come from a conservative family HAHAH I'm just a bit of a wild child- like,,, both my parents are teachers and my sister's a nerd and I'm the one that's kinda rabz in school but a bit closet mugger? yeah you know that one kid-and actually you'd be surprised how many people our age in sg has done it/had an fwb/slept with their partners/hooked up w someone random. when i first stepped into this whole 'oh you're not longer a virgin' side of the story (cause, like you said, sg is still a conservative society and so once you lose it or u sleep w someone you kind of enter this side of society where you realise it's not all that uncommon) i was so surprised to realise that it's not that big of a deal?

LIKE OK NO IM NOT ENCOURAGING HAVING AN FWB BCAUSE IT WAS THE WORST FUCKING EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE HE WAS AN ASSHOLE WHO, WHEN I FIRST STARTED TO IGNORE HIM FOR MULTIPLE REASONS, AND I SENT HIM A LONGASS ESSAY EXPLAINING WHY I THINK WE SHOULDN'T CONTINUE ANYMORE, HE REPLIED WITH A FUCKING FINANCIAL INVESTMENT IMAGE BEC HE'S A PART-TIME FINANCIAL ADVISOR FUCKING INSURANCE IDIOTS

but no! fwbs are a thing LMAO esp in hall also la like, it's just pretty common tbh. i also didn't know until i committed this sin too then when i told some of my closer friends they were like... and then?? ?? you think u special??? xx also sleep w xx udk meh

then i cuatio like HUH but ok ya AHAHHAHHA it's like an open book thing, if you don't look closely, you wouldn't know, but it's like always there.

don't mind me if this is tmi but like, ok the first time i slept w him we DID use a condom BUT we were both drunk and he had /issues/ LMAO so the condom was essentially gone to waste

the second and third time it happened (we only slept tgt like thrice and CAN U BELIEVE SOME OF MY FRIENDS DON'T THINK THAT'S ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED AN FWB LIKE////) we didn't use it :") because it was NOT FUCKING PLANNED.

granted this whole situ with him wasn't planned at all, like we didn't text each other and go hey do you wna be fwbs like no we slept tgt impromptu the first time bec we were drunk and the subsequent times because yk,

w covid a lot of things went online and his clique basically didn't stay hall, + he was the type to not talk to people and he kept his feelings to himself (he was struggling with a fresh breakup at that time, should've seen that red flag ngl, and he has family issues too) and so i was essentially his therapist and s*x doll into 1 and so it's just so shittily timed that whenever i go look for him to make sure he's okay and stuff,

yknow one thing leads to another and tada~ and yeah the subsequent two times we didn't use contraceptives because he told me he 'knew when to pull out', so like fine- and he did, so that wasn't an issue.

either way he's not my first sexual partner and i just wna say that while it's actually pretty hard to get pregnant if it's done with no protection, udk how many pregnancy scares i got throughout me 3-ish years of sexual activity? (I've had 1 boyfriend that i was sexually active with and 1 fwb)

I'm damn prone to stress and it fucks with my cycle, so it doesn't help when mid-cycle i slept with my bf (or in that specific case, my fwb) without contraceptives and it was a stressful time as well AND THEN MY PERIOD WAS LATE AND I PANICKED LMAOOOOOO

also love, don't be worried about being a virgin like, there's absolutely nothing worth being ashamed about. if anything, I'm kind of ashamed i had an fwb that used me more than treated me like an ACTUAL fwb, so- don't worry, love.

#tth.🥯anon #i think i talked too much WOOPS

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reefartandwriting · 4 years ago

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Sleepover (Inspired Oneshot)

When Luz had first asked her to sleepover, Amity had declined, saying her parents would never allow it. But later that day Amity had come back with a flushed face, asking if the offer was still available. Luz’s face lit up as it often did in excitement, and she pulled the fellow witch into a tight hug.

Luz didn’t even ask why or how Amity changed her mind, she was so happy to be able to hang out with the girl she didn’t care. Unbeknownst to her, Edric and Emira had found out and covered for their dear baby sister to go “Hang out” with her new “Friend”.

The rest of the school day wasn’t too eventful, Amity forced herself to focus on her assignments so she didn’t have to think about how hard it would be to stay calm in the presence of her crush. Luz however, was openly very excited, telling Willow and Gus about all her plans for the evening, allowed time for a mini Azura book club, some board games she had taken from the weekly human trash day, and a lineup of hilarious videos she picked out just for Amity.

“The last time and only time I ever really had a sleepover was the night of the moonlight conjuring! and I mean obviously that was fun, but it wasn’t as much of a sleepover as I expected.” Luz went on, crossing her arms loosely and smiling.

“Yeah, too bad we couldn’t come tonight…” Willow muttered, feigning disappointment. “All that sounds super fun too.” She likely could have came, but when she had heard Amity was able to go, she decided maybe the green haired WItchling and the clueless human could benefit from spending the time alone. Since Grom, hearing about their dance, and how Amity had acted since, she had guessed they liked each other.

“Aww, Willow…” Luz said with a smile, “...don’t worry, We will have a full owl house gang sleepover soon. I just gotta find out when Eda would be okay with it again.” She turned her attention back up to the teacher, while Willow turned back to Gus with a wink.

The poor illusionist was down, accepting of Willow’s plan, but still saddened he wouldn’t get to learn more about humans. Willow felt bad for making him miss out, but she couldn’t watch her two friends continue to dance around each other like they had been doing without losing her own mind. She offered the younger boy a comforting pat on the back.

The minute the bell rang, Luz was off, spinning around while running to wave goodbye to her friends, bumping into another student, then disappearing out the door and down the hallway. Willow just rolled her eyes with a smile.

Amity had debated on whether to wait for Luz, or to go home to pack a quick set of clothes for the next day. While debating however, Luz came bolting out the front doors of Hexside and skidded to a stop at her side, startling her into dropping one of her books.

“Oh gosh, sorry Amity!” The human apologized, quickly picking up and dusting off the book. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just excited.”

Amity blushed, offering a small smile. “m-me too.” She took the book back, breathing deeply to calm herself. “I’ll have to just meet you back at the Owl House in a bit, I need to go home for a minute first.” SHe looked back up, concerned. “If that’s okay? Do humans have any rules about that?”

“not really?” Luz shrugged. “I can walk you that way, if you want. At least for a little. I know it’s probably not the best idea to get too close, in case your parents see you with me.”

“yeah…I think it would be better if I just walked alone.” the witch said sadly. “I’m sorry I have to kinda hide our friendship… at least, yknow, from them.”

Luz just smiled, making Amity’s heart speed up. “Don’t worry about it. I know you just want to make sure we get to stay friends. I’ll see you soon?” Luz turned just a bit, toward the Owl house.

“y-yeah.” Amity stuttered, mentally kicking herself for not being able to speak normally. “It shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

“Coolio!” she said with pep, starting to walk away, offering a cute little wave as she went. Amity watched for a moment before turning, covering part of her face with one of her hands in embarrassment.

“This is gonna be rough…” She murmured, as she started her walk home. Thankfully, she arrived quickly and escaped with only a tad of sibling teasing, shutting a door in their face as mild punishment. The walk to the Owl House was quiet and Amity was grateful, taking the time to psych herself up and calm herself down.

She emerged from some trees and there it was, hooty visible and poking at the ground for some reason that Amity didn’t really care to ask about. She walked up calmly, Hooty perking up.

“Amity! HOOT!”

“I’m here to see Luz, Bird tube.” she said flatly, getting uncomfortable even just looking at him.

“Aye aye! hooty hoot!” he opened the door, and she walked through, grateful to be done with him till the next morning. She turned to see Luz on the couch with King, drawing something with her tongue sticking out in concentration. Immediately her only thought was how cute it was.

Luz didn’t notice her for another second, looking up and brightening up again, leaving the art to walk over and pull her once again, into a hug. She wondered if she would ever get used to Luz’s touchy nature. She never minded, but the heat that rose in her face every time was something she hoped would fade.

The human pulled back, keeping her arms on her shoulders. “The walk okay? I mean- sorry, uh… that sounded weird. I meant like, the trip over here, walking…” She flushed, laughing at herself nervously. “...Nevermind it was a stupid question.”

“Its okay…” Amity chuckled back, smiling. “...what’s the plan?”

“I am SOOO glad you asked!” Luz answered, sweeping to the side it a goofily grande gesture. “Upstairs, we shall begin tonight’s activity’s!”

Amity laughed again, walking towards the stairs with Luz following close behind. “I just remembered I never came up here last time I was here... “

“Oh it’s nothing super secret or interesting. Me and Eda’s rooms are up here, and further up is just kinda... “ She stepped ahead, waving her hands. “...Magicaaaaal storage!”

Luz over took her on the stairs, silently leading her towards the balcony, where a handful of board games sat out, ready to be played. Amity tilted her head, and Luz turned to gesture at them.

“Some of the pieces are missing, so I improvised, but they're still playable. I even made a tiny Azura and Hecate, if you want to play one of them!” Luz looked excitedly back to meet Amity’s eyes, waiting silently for a response.

Again, the witch found herself flushing red. Did Luz mean to be this cute all the time? Of course not, she was just a stupid adorable human, Not aware of her effects on the poor green haired girl. “Thats really… sweet, Luz,” She managed after a minute. “ I’d love to learn how to even play. Is it complicated?” she glanced at the busy looking board.

“Oh no, it just looks that way. Here come sit, I’ll explain the basics and then anything I miss I’ll explain as we go.” She plopped down on the opposite side of the board from where Amity stood, waiting for her to sit.

A few hours later, they had managed to play two of the board games a couple times, and Amity had even won! though, she couldn’t be sure if Luz went easy on her that round to let her win. Which, either way, made her feel great. Her nervousness had faded, and while they played they discussed Azura. After a 7th or 8th round, Luz led her back by her hand to her bedroom, showing off some of her stuff that Amity hadn’t cared to look at when she came here the day of Grom.

They then ended up side by side leaning against the trunk holding Luz’s clothes, watching stupid videos that made the little witch laugh until she was crying, Luz smiling goofily everytime she did. It made her so happy to see the girl laughing and smiling and crying happily to stupid videos. A familiar gut feeling emerged after AMity doubled over laughing at a child running into a door, But the the human immediately pushed it down. Amity sat back up chuckling and the two met eyes, turning away collectively with blushes on their faces.

Luz was the first to speak, scooting forward and standing up. "It's getting a little late, give me a sec and I'll go get you a pillow and blanket." She walked out of the room, and Amity looked around the room again, trying to distract herself. She saw Luz's notebook for spells, the one she had during the Convention when they officially met. Next to it were prepped sticker spells like the one she used at Grom. A few Azura books layed lazily on top of each other not too far from that.

Luz came back in, plopping a soft looking blanket and a pillow down right next to her own sleeping mat. Amity almost asked why they were so close, but just watched Luz arrange it loosely into a decent sleeping place before plopping down and smiling.

The witch got up to take the few steps, pausing for a second and making a decision she wasn't even really sure about. But they were both tired. Maybe the memory would fade. She took a breath and looked away as she crouched, on her way to laying down. "Hey, Luz…"

"Yeah?" She replied, finally laid down and facing Amity.

"Have you ever thought about kissing a girl?" Her voice went a bit quieter, as if she was afraid of saying it for anyone to hear. She layed down, mirroring Luz's position and meeting her eyes.

The human girl froze, and for one of the first times ever, Amity saw her tanned skin flush into a full reddish blush. The pause made her nervous, waiting for Luz to answer, her mind racing silently through what she could say.

After another moment she smiled goofily but with a hint of nervousness to it. "Well, I am now." She breathed out a bit heavier than usual, almost a Huff of laughter.

Amity was quick to feel her face heat up. Of all her split second expected answers, that was not one of them. Oh god-

"Amity?" Her friend said, worried. She scooted closer, taking Amity's hands and looking concerned. "Are you okay?"

Her brain scrambled to find an excuse for her face, chuckling a bit as she did. "What, me? I'm fine! It was a dumb question-" it was fast. Luz was so close she felt like she was malfunctioning. That this nervous energy would consume her, maybe even kill her. This girl is gonna kill her by being this close. Another split second after that she felt she had to defend the fact she asked the question, and went off. "I mean- who likes y- girls, d-definitely not Amity Bligh-"

Luz had listened, a mixture of worried and confused, but feeling the same feeling in her gut from before. Is that what she was feeling? She wanted to kiss Amity? The rambling could go on, or she could… she didn't think much about it, grabbing Amity's face gently but firmly, and planting a kiss on her lips. For just a moment she stayed, then moved back, Amity freezing up.

Somehow her face managed to get redder, and Luz laughed at how cute it was. "Was that okay?" The witch continued to struggle to form a word, sputtering and freezing, blinking quickly while looking back at her. "Amity?"

Her heartbeat had never been more audible, and her brain was officially fried. Luz had kissed her. Her first kiss was with Luz. She was asking if it was okay. Form words, say yes, say something. But she just sputtered, and after a moment more she groaned, covering her face and shrinking up to try and hide her embarassment. This girl-

"I'm… I shouldn't have, Amity, I'm sorry… I just thought- and feelings-" Luz muttered out, trying to justify it, or make Amity feel better. Did she just screw everything up?

Amity shook her head, peeking and then moving quickly to pull the stupid human closer, hiding her face in her chest instead of her own hands. It was sort of relieving to know that her heart wasn't the only one beating fast, and she finally managed to speak. "N-no don't… I just- I really… uhm…" she breathed in and out one more time.

"I-i liked it…"

Inspired by a 11 part comic by @nullehero on Instagram they make great art 👌😗

#gay #amity blight #luz noceda #lumity #my fanfic #my post #my fic #my writing #took me a few days #but i was detirmined #inspired art #writing #the owl house #toh #toh lumity #cute #babies #gaybies

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damnedparker · 4 years ago

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velvet and sunshine

pairing: obi-wan x reader (gender neutral, no y/n)

warnings: food mentions, reader is sad, very mild general hurt/comfort

summary: college au. little to no sleep and awful professors have given you quite the day, and you need a nap. preferably in obi-wan's bed.

also posted on ao3

more self-indulgent fluff from me! i’m a one-trick pony! but i was yearning and stressed over college and i’ve screwed up my sleep schedule again so yknow here we are. i hope some of you enjoy my too sweet fluff. i would definitely write a cute little au series of this concept if i had the time <3

Oh, college. The ultimate vehicle of stress.

Your first of two classes you had on Fridays had went absolutely horrid, all on top of the fact you had gotten maybe an hour of sleep the night prior to get the homework due today done. You knew you needed to be better about procrastination, you really knew, but there's only so much blame you can put on your past self before you run out of time to catch up on the work that was stressing you out enough to put it off in the first place.

Your one, single hour of sleep had been at the cost of you having enough time to properly wake up and get ready as usual, so on top of being exhausted, you also had to deal with being around people when you felt more insecure than usual, feeling like a slob and like everyone was judging you for not having your usual makeup or outfit on. It did nothing to help your already miserable mental state.

In your first class, there was a discussion on the work due today, and the professor had taken every shot he could at putting down your contributions and opinions in the assignment. The rest of the class was completely silent as well, not knowing what to say. It was humiliating, and had gone on for around fifteen minutes, which ended up feeling like hours. After finally getting out of that class, you just wanted to curl up in a ditch and cease to exist for a while. But you had another class in around half an hour.

You sighed as you got in line at the campus market, clutching your meager excuse for lunch—some potato chips—in your arms like it was a precious treasure. It wasn’t the most fulfilling lunch, but the campus up-charged on-campus food like crazy, so you didn’t feel like wasting too much of your money on mediocre food. You would just eat later after your next class.

Just as you were imagining the lecture you’d receive from him for your poor nutritional choices, your phone buzzed with a message from your favorite person—Obi-Wan. He had sent you a simple little meme, one of those with a cat surrounded by heart emojis, accompanied with a simple “thinking about you :-).” You smiled and almost felt like crying at how sweet it was, despite this being a daily occurrence from him. That man loved his wholesome memes, and sent them regularly, and you were so thankful. It always made your day better.

But after today? The little spark of happiness didn’t last long.

After paying for your sad excuse of sustenance, you trudged out of the university center, walking slow as can be in the general direction of your next class. You really did not want to go; you could feel the exhaustion creeping up on you and you could tell you’d doze off in class, which was a nightmare waiting to happen. Although you had your best friend, Anakin, to cover for you, since he sat right next to you in that class, you just didn’t feel like dealing with any of it today. None of it.

And with that, you simply turned and started walking towards the edge of campus, toward your safe haven: Obi-Wan and Anakin’s apartment. You lived quite the ways away from campus, much too far to walk, but Obi-Wan and Anakin’s little home was just a block over. Your boyfriend had class for another hour or two, but you really just wanted a place to nap, and you didn’t trust yourself to drive all the way home. You would’ve almost certainly been hanging out with Obi-Wan later tonight anyway, so you figured he wouldn’t mind. You could have him bring you to get your car sometime later.

After some delirious walking, you finally reached the apartment complex, heaving out a sigh once you stepped in the elevator, leaning against the wall as it made its way to the second floor. Your brain was absolutely fried from the lack of sleep, stress, and emotional day you had, and you could feel yourself struggling to hold back tears from the overwhelming mood beginning to take your mind once you arrived and managed a small knock at the door.

“Oh no, is it raining?” Anakin’s brows furrowed once he let you in, figuring you were there to drive him. That’s what you always did when it was raining outside, mostly just so you didn’t have to hear him complain about his clothes being wet during class.

“No, I just- I can’t deal with another class today,” You sighed, setting your bag down by the couch and toeing off your shoes. “Obi’s not working today, right?”

“No, he should be home after class,” Anakin watched as you rounded the kitchen counter, helping yourself to a glass of water. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just having a day,” you could feel your shoulders hanging, your posture reflecting your mood. “I just need some sleep. I can’t do class the rest of today, sorry to leave you to deal with Windu alone today.” You scrunched your nose in apology, referring to your strict, and often frustrating political science professor. The man was wonderful at lecturing, but absolutely frustrating when it came to assignments and tests. He often liked to pick on Anakin for discussions, and usually you came in to save him when no one else in the class felt like talking.

“Don’t worry about it, I can handle him on my own,” your friend nodded, reaching over to squeeze your arm affectionately. “Enjoy your nap,” he collected his bag and put in an earbud, preparing for the walk to campus. “But do not eat all my snacks like last time. Obi-Wan hates Cheetos, so I know it was you.” He gave you one last playful glare before grinning and shutting the door behind him. You looked down at the counter, now alone in the quiet apartment. You felt safe here, comforted by your best friend and boyfriend’s belongings laying about. It was clear what was Anakin’s and what was Obi-Wan’s, the difference very clearly seen between objects that were tidily tucked in their places, while others were strewn about in random places. You had witnessed many fights between the two adopted brothers over things like this, and sometimes it was a wonder they were able to live alone together at all. Not to say that Anakin hadn’t insinuated you should move in with them multiple times lately, very pointedly looking at Obi-Wan while he did so. Of course you would say yes in a second, but you didn’t want to pressure your boyfriend, who was very careful about big decisions in your relationship. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, and were practically inseparable, and he was secure in the fact that you both believed there would never be anyone else you could love as much as each other. However, you knew Obi-Wan was a very particular man, and could be somewhat traditional in his courting. You thought it was sweet. Anakin, who was already daydreaming to you about proposing to his own partner, thought it was stupid, saying you already practically live here anyway! He wasn’t totally wrong. At this point, unless Obi-Wan was at yours or you were somewhere with him, you were probably going to be found at their place.

You sighed to yourself, feeling your eyes getting heavy. You were beginning to crash from your many cups of coffee last night. You headed straight for Obi-Wan’s room after locking the front door. His room was always impressively neat, never any clothes on the floor or anything out of place, except momentarily when you had forgotten to put something away or the two of you were in the middle of something. Painted a deep blue, and decorated with various framed posters or art, along with a few framed photos, his room was very simple. It was just the right size for it to be cozy without being suffocating.

You made a pitstop at his closet, pulling a sweater off the very top of his laundry basket, the one he’d worn the day before, along with some pajama shorts you kept in his dresser for impromptu sleepovers. You changed quickly, not keen to sleep in jeans, and also wanting desperately to lay down. You crawled into his bed, snuggling under the sheets and breathing in the scent of him all around you. Sleep came not long after you settled into the blankets.

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Obi-Wan hummed softly under his breath, a song that you had showed him a few days ago and had subsequently gotten stuck in his head. He smiled to himself as he remembered the overjoyed look on your face when he had told you how much he liked it, fumbling to get his keys out of his pocket and get in his apartment. He paused while he was hanging his jacket up, noting your bag next to the couch, along with the glass on the counter. He furrowed his brows, knowing you had class, and although you certainly had before, you rarely skipped since your professors counted absences against your grade. He dropped his bag next to yours and made his way into his room, shoulders drooping as the weight of worry escaped them. You were curled up in his bed, wearing one of his sweaters, fast asleep. It was an adorable sight, you clutching onto the stuffed bearded dragon you had won out of a claw machine at the mall on your last trip together, whom you had gleefully named Boga as you passed the gift into his arms, insisting it was for him.

Obi-Wan shucked off his pants, leaving him in a t-shirt and his boxers, before sliding in next to you. He watched your eyelashes flutter slightly; clearly you were dreaming. You mumbled something in your sleep, followed by a happy sigh, and another mumble of something that vaguely resembled his name. He could’ve collapsed in on himself from adoration purely aimed at you.Carefully, he reached over to brush a stray hair out of your face, before beginning to press kisses to your skin, first at your jaw, then cheek, forehead, nose. You began to stir at his affections, sleepily blinking open your eyes to your boyfriend smiling at you. He trailed his hand down your arm, intertwining your fingers together as you began to wake up more.

“Hi, Obi.”

“Hello, my love,” he murmured, keeping his voice soft. “Not that I don’t enjoy coming home to you in my bed, but don’t you have class right now?” Your peaceful state from just waking up seemed to crack at his words, and a lump came back to your throat at the return of your sour mood from earlier. His eyebrows furrowed at your immediate change in mood, knowing something was wrong.

“I really couldn’t handle another class today,” you rolled onto your back, moving your joined hands to lay on your stomach. Obi-Wan scooted closer to you, resting his head against his hand, propped up on his elbow as he studied your face. “Sorry, I should’ve texted you to let you know I was going to be here.”

“No apology needed, darling, you’re always welcome here,” he untangled his fingers from yours, beginning to play with your hair as you talked. You could feel tears springing to your eyes from the gentle affection, the simple relief of being around the person you loved most, and his immediate recognition of your need for comfort. Obi-Wan could read your moods almost scarily well, and he almost always knew what you needed from him to make it better. “If you want to talk about what’s made you sad, I’m here to listen. Or we can just have a cuddle and listen to music.” You managed a small smile at his offer. Always so sweet.

“Can I have all of the above?” You turned your head to pout up at him, earning a happy grin and chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Anything for my sweetheart,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, rolling off the bed to retrieve his phone from where he’d set it on his dresser. He shuffled the playlist you had made together one late night on Spotify when you couldn’t sleep, full of relaxing songs that the both of you often drifted off listening to together, since the both of you couldn’t sleep in complete silence. “Now, come here.” He almost jumped back into the bed, immediately pulling you on top of him. Your head fell into its usual spot at his neck, forehead pressed to his pulse point, which was steady and comforting. Obi-Wan wrapped you up in his arms, gentle hands sliding under your— his— sweater, rubbing comforting shapes into your lower back. You hummed contentedly.

“I might fall asleep like this instead.”

“That’s okay, honey,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your head. You let out a soft chuckle as his scruff tickled your forehead. “Now, tell me everything that’s wrong so I can make it better.”

As you began to detail everything that had led you to seek refuge in his bed, Obi-Wan listened patiently, humming affirmations every so often and continuing to trace lines across your back, his sweater now partially pushed up to expose your lower back. The contrast between the slight chill of the open air and his hands was pure heaven. You didn’t know how you were still talking so clearly; half your attention was busy focusing on the slight callouses of his fingertips against your skin. Everything was warm and gentle, swallowing you up in velvet and sunshine. It was an absolute miracle that you didn’t doze off by the time you finished venting, the heavy feeling dragging you down having been lifted just the slightest bit, both by letting it out and by Obi-Wan’s hold.

“That is quite the horrid day, my dear,” he affirmed. “But you made it through, and it’s over now. You’re here and you’re safe, and we can spend the rest of the night doing whatever you like. You can relax.” His arms fully circled your waist then, squeezing you to him affectionately in a hug. “Everything will be better now.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, lifting your head and slightly sitting up from your comfortable position against his chest. Your boyfriend gave you a small smile when your gazes met, leaning into your hand that was now resting against his cheek. “You’re too good for me, Obi.”

“Oh no, I’m afraid it’s the other way around,” he grinned, a bit of pink settling on his cheeks. Crow’s feet became evident around his eyes and you were absolutely crushed by how lucky you are, how much you loved this man. “It’s a privilege just to be able to make you feel better after the awful day you’ve had.” His words were completely genuine, gaze absolutely soft as he looked at you. You could have cried. You don’t know how you didn’t. Obi-Wan seemed to gather this from your long silence, and the slight shift of expression on his face. “Everything alright, angel?”

“Yeah,” you said after a moment, pressing a short, chaste kiss to his lips. He found your hand next to his head, intertwining his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand and tilted his head in a silent are you sure? “Everything’s perfect.”

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #star wars fluff #star wars au #college au #obi-wan x reader #ewan mcgregor x reader #fluff #my fics

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