#anyways i'm opening requests tomorrow 👀👀👀

[vaggieslefteye]

born to make content on my hazbin hyperfixation 8 hours everyday, forced to work an actual damn job instead orz

[singsweetmelodies]

Hello Katie 👋🏼👋🏼 :D

For the 50 romance prompts ask meme, I'll like to request for 44: soulmate AU: timers <3

but if possible... with a twist...? (you don't have to include a twist if it's too difficult to work it in!)

The twist being, for whatever reason, their countdown timers for each of them to the time they meet their soulmates doesn't match, so they think "we're not each other's soulmates. that's cool. (no it's not)" but it turns out that they're each other soulmates anyways. or they choose to be with each other in spite of not being each other's soulmates. idk. *nervous laughter*

hiiii charlotte 🥰 first off, i am SO sorry for the incredible delay with this answer!! i saw this prompt and i absolutely LOVED IT (and the twist!! 🙏 *chef's kiss*) but unfortunately i got struck with a horrible case of writer's block/work deadlines, and just couldn't get to it at all.

until yesterday: i decided to just open my inbox and see what came to me. no thinking, just following the vibe of a prompt and writing. and uh. this happened... not only did it get ridiculously long (oops?) but it also somehow became a mini "investigate montreal" fic?? so in that vein, i'm tagging @1016week and submitting a belated entry for Day 6 "Montreal"... ❤️

i love this one. hope you love it too!! 👀⌚

~

Charles' soulmate timer stops when he is seven years old, and he meets the boy with the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

He's been vibrating with excitement all weekend - not just because it's a karting cup, but because his soulmate timer has been ticking down to this day for months now. Well, not just months, not really. It's actually been his whole life, but Charles doesn't remember all of that. He only remembers the past few months, when the little numbers had been getting smaller and smaller, until there were only ten days left and Charles gasped when he realised that the day would fall on the same day as the Bridgestone Cup.

"Of course the girl I marry is going to like racing, too," he'd told Maman and Papa, confidingly. Not a lot about soulmates made much sense to him, but this did.

His Maman had tried to smile, and Charles had hugged her tight to let her know it was going to be okay. He would find his soulmate, and then everyone would be smiling, because that's what people do when you meet your soulmate.

(Later that night, when Charles had been too excited to sleep and he'd gone to the bathroom quickly, Charles had heard his parents having an argument in their room. The door was closed, so their voices were muffled, but Charles could still make out his Maman saying "I just don't think it's a good sign, to meet your soulmate so young!" But Papa had countered, "Many people do, and they have beautiful stories. You have to trust that our Charles will meet his perfect match tomorrow." And then there had been an icky noise, like kissing, and Charles had flushed the loo quickly and ran back to his room.)

Now, with the beautiful blue eyed boy standing in front of him, Charles thinks of Papa's words again. Our Charles will meet his perfect match tomorrow.

Charles thought it would be a girl who really liked karting, but this is even better. This is a boy who wins at karting, because he's holding a trophy in both hands and grinning like he couldn't be happier.

Of course Charles' perfect match would be someone who wins at karting. It's only right, because Charles also wins at karting.

Charles clears his throat. "Hi," he says shyly, and the blue-eyed boy jumps.

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," he says apologetically, and then he laughs. He has a nice laugh, Charles thinks - like he knows how to have fun. "You are a bit short," the blue-eyed boy adds, and hey.

"Hey," Charles protests. "I'm tall for my age. I'm seven."

"Well, I'm nine," the blue-eyed boy says, like that's the most impressive age in the world.

It is a bit impressive, but not very, because Lorenzo is much older than that. Still, it is a little scary - Charles is only seven. What if this blue-eyed boy doesn't like him because he's only seven? Older kids can be mean like that.

No, he is your perfect match, Charles reminds himself. This blue-eyed boy won't be mean to him, because that's not how perfect matches work.

Charles takes a deep breath, then he sticks out his hand. "I'm Charles," he says.

The blue-eyed boy takes his hand, and it feels... weird. A little bit like when you get shocked by static electricity.

Charles giggles, unable to stop himself, and the blue-eyed boy smiles, as though he likes that.

"Hello, Charles. I'm Pierre," he says, squeezing Charles' hand. His eyes widen a moment later. "Oh! You've met your soulmate?!"

Charles doesn't understand what he means. "Well, yeah," he says. "It's y-"

And then he notices it.

Pierre's soulmate timer, right there on his wrist, right above where Charles is gripping his hand - it's still ticking.

Now, Charles doesn't know a lot about soulmates yet, but he knows that that's not good. Not good at all.

"I, um," Charles stammers, and then he does the one thing Maman and Papa said you should never do to your soulmate. Charles lies.

"I met so many new people today. I don't remember who it was."

Pierre's face falls. "Oh," he says, and he sounds unbearably sad for Charles. "But..." He chews his lip, shaking his head with a deep frown.

Then, mid-shake, Pierre's expression changes to one of determination. "I will help you find them," he says, with the kind of confidence Charles can only dream of when he's not on the racetrack.

He tugs on Charles' hand - which he still hasn't let go of - and Charles is helpless to do anything but follow.

~

They don't find Charles' soulmate anywhere, of course, and then Charles has to go win his race - but Pierre makes him promise that they will find each other at the next French karting event, and Charles will tell him all about his soulmate.

Charles promises, even though the idea makes his stomach feel all funny. I shouldn't be lying to my soulmate, he thinks, guiltily.

But Pierre's soulmate timer didn't stop ticking, and... that's not how soulmates are supposed to work.

The moment he's in the car with his father after the race, heading back home, Charles asks him about it.

Papa is quiet for a long moment, then: "Are you sure there wasn't someone behind Pierre, Charles?" he asks, in his careful, kind way. "Someone who's timer stopped at the same time as yours?"

Charles thinks about it for a moment, but even the idea of that feels - wrong, somehow. Like going into a corner and knowing you braked too hard, and you're going to flip the kart.

He shakes his head decisively. "No," he says. "It's Pierre."

He hears rather than sees his father blow out a soft sigh. Charles catches his eye in the rearview mirror, feeling confused and a little shaky inside.

When Papa sighs like that, it's never good news - it's usually something about sponsorship, which is a word Charles is already coming to dread.

It doesn't make sense how this could be about sponsorship, though. It probably isn't.

Charles waits for his father to gather his thoughts, like he needs to do sometimes to make sure he says exactly what he means. (It's something Maman keeps telling him he should try doing as well, but he's not so good at that yet.)

"You know how even the greatest racing drivers make mistakes sometimes?" Papa asks.

Charles frowns, but he nods. "Yes?"

"Sometimes the universe is like that, too. Sometimes the universe makes a mistake, and stops the timers too soon," Papa explains.

Charles frowns. He hasn't heard about that before, but he guesses it makes sense. It's true what Papa said - not even Senna was a perfect driver who never made mistakes. It makes sense that the universe is the same.

"But this doesn't mean you don't have a soulmate, okay, Charles?" Papa says before Charles can spend too much time thinking about the whole thing. His voice is firmer than Charles was expecting, and he reaches up to tilt the rearview mirror to see Charles better.

"It doesn't mean you don't have a soulmate," he repeats, like he doesn't want Charles to ever doubt that. "It just means it's going to be a little harder to find them."

Charles frowns, and he can't help but be a little annoyed. Isn't the whole point of soulmate timers to make it easier to find your perfect match?

It's just his luck that his soulmate timer doesn't work properly.

"I understand," Charles says, though, because he can tell it's important to his father.

Papa nods, but he keeps watching Charles in the rearview mirror for the rest of the drive, like he sometimes does after a race where Charles crashed the kart badly and he needs to keep making sure that Charles is fine.

Of course Charles is fine. He doesn't think this is comparable to a bad race at all! It's a little annoying, yes, but it's not that bad. It's just a bit of extra work, isn't it?

Charles shrugs his shoulders, glancing quickly down at the stopped soulmate timer at his wrist.

Whatever. Racing is more important than soulmates, anyway.

~

Almost twenty years later, Charles still says that to himself almost every day, even if he doesn't believe it with nearly the same careless seven-year-old confidence anymore: racing is more important than soulmates.

It is, because it has to be.

The thing is this: his father's explanation to Charles' seven-year-old self had been true - if a little oversimplified, and painted with an overt layer of kindness.

The truth Charles knows now is that there are two reasons, two categories, for people whose timers stop when the other person's keeps running.

One is, like Papa had said all those years ago, a simple case of mistaken timing - cases where the universe or fate or whatever controls it all stopped one person's timer a little too soon, or the other's a little too late.

It's harder to find each other in those cases, but it's still quite possible.

And then there's the second category. The unrequiteds. People whose timers stopped at the right time - when they met the person who would be their perfect match - except that they are not that person's perfect match in return. It only goes one way.

It's rare, but it happens sometimes. No system is perfect, after all - not even a system of soulmates.

For years and years, Charles tried to convince himself that he fell into the first category. His soulmate timer simply stopped too early, by some cosmic accident - but it's okay, Charles insists to everyone who asks and to himself as well, because what it's done is given Charles more time to focus on his racing instead. He's not constantly glancing down at his wrist and wondering when his timer is going to stop ticking - he can just get on with the racing.

He'll find his soulmate eventually, but on his own terms. There's nothing bad about that, surely.

Charles believes that. Really he does.

Except.

Except, if it's true and Charles falls into the first category - the mistaken timing category - then it would mean Pierre isn't his soulmate.

Pierre, who kept the promise he'd made to a seven-year-old who wasn't even his soulmate (because, yes, he had found Charles at the very next French karting cup, and he'd asked to meet Charles' soulmate - and when Charles had to admit that he still hadn't found them, Pierre had hugged him and told him not to give up and that he would find his soulmate someday. Pierre had held Charles' hand and explained that his parents almost didn't find each other, but they did. So it might take Charles some time, but that was okay, because it had taken Pierre's parents some time too, but now they were happier than ever. He'd been so convincing, firm but kind and absolutely sure of himself, and he'd made Charles believe it. He also made Charles smile, genuinely and truly, when he promised he'd stick by Charles' side no matter what anyone else said or whispered about his stopped soulmate timer.)

Pierre, who kept that promise about sticking with Charles, too. Pierre who never stopped being kind, and loyal, and the best friend Charles could ask for, whether he was seven or thirteen or nineteen or twenty-six.

Honestly, how was Charles supposed to not fall hopelessly in love with him?

He tried to deny it. For years and years, Charles tried to deny it - I will find my soulmate someday and it will all make sense, he'd tried to convince himself - but the thing was, what made more sense than Pierre being his soulmate?

It was roundabout the time of Pierre's first win (when Charles was standing under the podium in Monza with an aching back but a heart soaring with joy for his best friend despite the disaster of his own race) that Charles resigned himself to the truth: Pierre is his soulmate.

He has to be. Isn't a soulmate meant to be your perfect match; the person who understands you better than anyone and makes you happier than any other person in the world?

There's nobody else who could make Charles as happy as Pierre does. Nobody, nobody. There's no point in even trying to deny it anymore.

Pierre is his soulmate. But he is not Pierre's.

And that's okay. It's okay.

It has to be.

~

It isn't okay, not really, but that's true of a lot of things in Charles' life, and he's learned how to deal with them. He can deal with this, too.

On the whole, Charles thinks he does a pretty good job of dealing with it. He gets to be Pierre's best friend, after all - isn't that just a different kind of soulmate? True, Charles might want more, but it isn't like he has nothing. He has Pierre, and he will have Pierre for the rest of their lives.

Not in the way he wants, but - at least he will have Pierre.

The one thing he tries never to think about is Pierre's actual soulmate. Because Pierre has one, he knows, and he will meet them at some point.

Charles doesn't know how the hell he's supposed to look at some soulmate of Pierre's, and smile at her, and not be hopelessly, heartbreakingly jealous.

(He will do it, though. He will learn to smile at Pierre's soulmate - for Pierre's sake. He'll do it for Pierre.)

But that's a bridge he will cross when they get there. He doesn't have to worry about it yet (or at least, that's what Charles keeps telling himself even as the months tick by, and he knows there aren't year figures left on Pierre's soulmate timer anymore. Just months now, and then... weeks.)

Charles isn't thinking about it. He's put it out of his mind completely - which is easy enough to do, thankfully, given everything that's been happening on-track this season.

That's probably why he accepts Pierre's invitation to dinner in Montreal without thinking twice about it. (Even if he had realised, though, Charles doesn't think he would have been able to say no, either. He would give Pierre everything, if he only asked.)

So they go to dinner in Montreal, and it's perfect, and wonderful, and laughter-filled, and all in all exactly what Charles needed to distract himself from the fact that he has yet another engine penalty, and the sinking feeling that the championship is beginning to slip out of his reach.

Pierre seems to realise it, because he's in even finer form than usual - teasing Charles and tickling his ribs playfully and making him laugh at every possible opportunity.

Even on the drive back to the hotel: they stop at a red light, and Pierre steals Charles' cap, and Charles is giggling and filming it while Pierre is giggling back, and he's pretty sure neither of them are thinking about it at all, until-

Until Pierre's face changes from laughter to something almost ashen. "Charles," he says, and for all the years Charles has known him, he's never once heard Pierre's voice like that. "My soulmate timer just stopped."

For a few seconds, the words don't even register in Charles' mind.

Then they do, and Charles can feel his heart drop. "What?" he breathes.

His hands shake, and he doesn't even register the fact that the light has gone green as he glances all around them, craning his neck to see if there's anyone behind the white Ferrari, or around to the side.

Just a few minutes ago, their car had been surrounded by fans on all sides, all jostling to try and get pictures of them. But now, somehow, they're all alone in the Montreal night.

(The irony of it all is not lost on him - is this how Pierre felt all those years ago, when he was trying to look for Charles' soulmate at a karting cup, but not finding anybody it could be?)

"Are you sure it stopped just now? And not earlier?" Charles asks, willing his voice not to shake.

"Yeah," Pierre whispers. He sounds... devastated.

"But," Charles says, and then he has to take a deep breath. "But there's no-one else here, Pierrot."

"I know," Pierre says, somehow even softer.

Charles' fingers clench reflexively around the steering wheel, and he's moving in blank autopilot as he puts the car into gear and starts driving forward again.

He doesn't even realise he's shaking his head until Pierre says softly, "Charles." There's something wounded about it.

Charles stops shaking his head and slams on the brakes instead, jerking the car into something he hopes is a parking space at the side of the road.

"I don't understand," he says, far more calmly than he feels. "You can't - I can't be your soulmate."

Okay, maybe he's not so calm after all. But he doesn't think... he doesn't think anyone would be calm, in this situation.

Pierre makes a sound that could almost be a laugh, except that it sounds too strangled. "Do you know," he says, "that I have spent half my life wondering if the soulmate system got something wrong in my case? Because if you're not my soulmate, then who is? Who could possibly..."

Pierre does laugh this time, shaking his head. "You know, I asked to go out with you tonight for a reason. I knew - I knew it would happen tonight, so I needed to..." He swallows. "I needed to see you, one last time. Before I wouldn't be allowed to love you anymore."

It jolts through Charles then, what Pierre is trying to say. "Pierre," he breathes, and now it's his turn to say his best friend's name in a way he doesn't think he's ever said it before.

But Pierre's not finished yet. "I thought I could have one last night with you," he says. "One last night, before I had to say goodbye to my feelings, and try to love someone else."

My feelings. Try to love someone else.

Charles Leclerc is a lot of things, but an idiot is not one of them. He knows what Pierre is saying. He's...

Pierre loves him too. All along, Pierre has loved him too.

Only, he never had the option of thinking we're soulmates, Charles realised, and his heart twists in his chest.

Because Charles, for all that he accepted his soulbond toward Pierre was unrequited - at least he'd had the option of them being soulmates. Yes, it was in a twisted way, but at least he'd had that.

Pierre didn't. And he still fell in love with Charles.

The thought hits him like a shell-shock, and it's enough that Charles can only sit there for a moment, staring blankly, as Pierre continues talking beside him.

"I meant for tonight to just be a quick dinner together, something fun but normal for us," Pierre is saying, wringing his hands. "But I lost track of time. I always lose time when I'm talking to you, Charlito, I could talk to you forever - but the point is, I forgot to tell you I need to go back. I forgot that I was meant to meet my fucking soulmate tonight, because I was spending time with you, and - "

He takes a deep breath, and then he laughs again, leaning forward to drop his head into his hands. "I felt it happen, you know? I knew exactly when my soulmate timer stopped, because I could feel it, and it's - it was when I put that fucking cap on my head, Charles."

The cap that he's still wearing. Charles' 16 Ferrari cap.

Charles' hands shake as he reaches out to touch it, just the brim. "Your soulmate timer stopped when you put my cap on," he says, because a part of him still can't believe that this is real, that he's not living in some kind of heartbreakingly wonderful dream.

Pierre straightens up so fast that Charles is left with his fingers dangling awkwardly in mid-air. "Yes," he says, suddenly looking wild, "but this doesn't have to change anything, Charlito, I promise. I will still help you find your soulmate, and I will - I'll learn how to live with an unrequited bond, it's -"

"No!" Charles interrupts, half-throwing himself across the car to catch hold of Pierre's hands. "No, no, no, no. No more unrequited bonds, Pierrot."

Pierre starts to shake his head, but then he stops in the middle of the movement. "What do you mean," he asks, very carefully, "no more?"

And suddenly, Charles feels giddy, of all things. "I mean, your timer didn't stop when mine did. So for years, I have thought that we can't be soulmates, or at least that you couldn't be my soulmate. But now your timer stopped when you put on my cap, so -"

"Stop, stop, stop," Pierre says, squeezing Charles' hands tightly. "What do you mean, my timer didn't stop when yours did?"

"Oh," Charles says, and then he winces, the weight of the only real lie he's ever told his best friend (the only real lie he's ever told his soulmate) settling onto his shoulders with uncomfortable heaviness. "Um. Well. Do you remember when we met, and you thought I already met my soulmate?"

"No," Pierre breathes, but it's not the kind of no that says "no I don't remember." This no is more like "no way."

"Yeah," Charles says, and he can't help but look down at his own wrist, where the soulmate timer has been stopped for years and years. "My timer stopped the moment I met you, Pierrot."

"You..."

Pierre doesn't look like he knows how to finish that sentence, but Charles understands him anyway. "How was I supposed to tell you? I was seven, Pierre, and your timer didn't stop. I thought it was a mistake for years."

"But?" Pierre asks, like he can tell there was a but.

Charles beams at him. "But, I realised that there was nobody else who could be my perfect match. So I thought you were my soulmate after all, but it was unrequited."

"Never," Pierre says with a fierceness Charles doesn't expect. "Charles, never. If I knew... if I thought I had even half a chance, I would have been with you anyway."

Charles tries to laugh, but it comes out all breathless. "No you wouldn't."

"Yes, I would," Pierre argues, and his voice is heartbreakingly sincere. "I don't care. I would have chosen you."

Charles hears a punched-out noise, and it takes him a moment to realise it came from him. The next moment, he's unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing awkwardly over to sit on Pierre's lap.

It's not quite comfortable, because for all its luxury, the white Ferrari does not have a lot of leg space - but Charles doesn't think either of them give a single fuck, in this moment.

"I love you," he tells Pierre, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I've always loved you, but I never would have stood between you and your soulmate."

"Funny," Pierre says, his hands coming up to grip Charles' hips, "because that's exactly what stopped me from kissing you senseless."

"Well," Charles says, and if he grinds down just a little on Pierre's lap, he'll swear to everyone who asks that it was accidental. "It doesn't have to stop us anymore."

"Never again," Pierre agrees, tightening his grip on Charles' hips. "Never."

"So kiss me senseless, please," Charles whispers, and then he adds "soulmate," and that's what does it. Pierre surges up and kisses him, wild and desperate and more than a little clumsy, but without question the best kiss Charles has ever had. His own cap digs into his forehead a little, but Charles can't even bring himself to care about that - they owe too much to this cap now, honestly.

Maybe the universe does know what it's doing after all, Charles thinks. Maybe the universe just wanted to write a good story for them. A story that goes like this:

Charles' soulmate timer stopped when he was seven years old, and he met the boy with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

Almost twenty years later, Pierre's soulmate timer stopped in a white Ferrari in Montreal, and Charles finally got to kiss the boy with the bluest eyes he's ever seen, the man who is his best friend and his soulmate.

The odds of it working out this way have to be... a million to one, probably, or maybe even less.

But then again, what are the odds that two boys who met at a French karting cup and became friends with a shared dream would both make it to Formula 1?

Maybe the answer is just that Pierre and Charles have always liked beating the odds.

~

(50 Romance Prompts Ask Meme) <- not currently taking more prompts, sorry!

[matenrou-fan]

Hii, sweetheart! I don't remember if I've already asked you for a request but.. I've just realized that you write even for Obey Me! so I needed to request you something! 👀 you're free not to write it anyway! 🤗🌸 so..

Could I request for some headcanons for Beel, Mammon and Levi with an opposite gn!s/o? As "opposite" I refer about someone who's like completely different from them, for instance someone who's vegan or even on a diet for Beel etc..🤣 I know it's strange but I'd like to see how the bois would act with someone who's completely different from them.

Thank you so much and good luck with your blog! It's lovely! 💜 (love for that Doppo gif under the welcome message btw 👀✨)

Beel, Mammon, and Levi with an opposite NB! s/o

omg Hebi hi!!! (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠!! hiii I'm your biggest fan <3 It's the first time you requesting something and I'm really appreciate that!! please enjoy

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh.. What do you mean you don't like food?! He can't believe it…

-But he's okay with it, at least in the beginning of your relationship. That just means he can get a second portion, eating your meal himself. (or maybe it was a third one, as you can see Levi sitting next to Beel with a disappointed face, screaming when he gets time to eat his dish too..)

-But he's kinda curious, why did you decide to go on a diet? In his eyes, you're already perfect and he can't see this "extra pounds" you are talking about.

-Well, but Asmo also sometimes left his plate half unfinished, mumbling about the new blouse he wants to feet in, so Beel kinda understands your motives. But still, is all this diets actually worth it?

-He actually also has a diet, but quite the opposite of yours, as the only rule he's following is eating everything he wants, so he can gain more weight and put it on his muscles. Don't want to try?

-But as time passes and you become closer to him, he will try more and more to feed you, worrying that you are starving. You really want to say it's enough for you? For him, this little plate that you just eat looks like a glass of water, nothing that nutritious.

-So he would take you to different cafes and restaurants often, as it's his favorite type of date - just sitting together and eating, talking softly about some random things.

-"I hear that there's a new cafe opening tomorrow.." - he said with an excited expression, you already can see this hungry glow in his eyes and a little joyful blush on cheeks. But when he looks at you, he blushes a little bit more, smiling softly - "S/o.. You're the one which I wanted to share food with on this day, as it would be a special occasion, isn't it? What do you think?"

-He loves food, and he loves you, so why not connect these two things that always cheer him up? Even if you order something small, he's still glad that he was able to spend some time with you.

-"Ooh, this one is absolutely something.." - he leaned closer as you two were sitting in a cafe, his finger pointing out at the dish in the menu you have in your arms. - "I always can't get enough, you should try this meal too, s/o..!"

-Well, but if you are a vegetarian, he will not try to change that, respecting your choice. But it doesn't mean he wouldn't add an extra spoon of salad to your plate when you don't see that. He's still worried, after all!

-Would scold Mammon, as he's the one who always forgets that you don't eat meat when it's his turn to cook for everyone.

-"Beel, don't play nice, you just wanted to eat their portions, huh?!" - Mammon scoffs while Beel carefully takes pieces of meat from your plate. Well, maybe it's also the truth, but he's mostly worried about you, as he doesn't want you to skip dinner.

-After all, you're his precious human, and even if your stomach is not working like his own, Beel still loves you, always ready to help you with leftovers or recommend a delicious dish if you suddenly want to eat more.

-Oh, how foolish you are, being so nice and generous with everyone around...!

-He can't believe that - have all his dreams actually come true and now he has this cute looking wallet walking around him?!

-Yes, he will try to take advantage of it - it's a payment for his guide, after all!! He was the first who introduced you to everything around here, so it's natural that you're so kind to him, isn't it?! (no it's not and Lucifer would punish this poor greedy man when he will hear about this..)

-"You should be very grateful, s/o, that I am always babysitting you.." - Mammon shrugs his shoulders with smuggy face - "Other demons are not as good as I am, so always be next to me or someone will try to trick you, alright?!"

-Well, or at least Mammon tries to think like that. It's humbling to admit even for himself that your naiveness in finance actually touched his heart.

-You always don't mind buying him something or making a sudden gift, you know how hard it is to hide his blush?!

-"Is.. is it for me?!" - he looks surprised at the little box you give him, and then laughs happily with the most cheerful expression you've ever seen on him. - "That's it! That's my human, you always know how to cheer me up..!"

-But.. Something in his soul told him that he should do the same for you, when he sits in his room late at night, holding all your presents close to his chest. It's the only time when he can let his sensitive soul out, blushing and smiling awkwardly.

-He's kinda worried now.. You're almost the pure opposite of him. What if one day he would actually annoy you with his greedy behavior?! He can't lose this beautiful kind smile you always have for him..

-So he would try to make you a gift in return. Yes, "make", as Lucifer froze his credit card once again and he can't buy anything now. But also he thought that.. Aren't the things that you made with your own arms more valuable? It means you put effort and love in this..

-"S/o, be glad cause today is your lucky day! The great Mammon was so kind to condescend to merely humans and give you this..!" - despite his pompous speech you can see how heavily he blushes, holding a box in golden wrap in his trembling hands - "You should thank me for centuries now..!"

-But when you giggle and actually thank him, telling how much you appreciate something like that, he can't help but loosen up a little and stop being so mouthy, finally showing his softer side.

-"Hehe..glad you like it. I hope you look forward to something more, as I don't mind surprising you again.. especially when you smile at me like that.."

-His worst nightmare came true.. There's another normie in this house!!

-He is already having Asmo, who's always bubbling around about his parties and rich social life, but now there's you too, having no idea about games he's playing and anime he's watching..!

-Levi is kinda nervous every time he's talking with you. What if he gets infected with this "normie" virus?!

-But you are always so open and easygoing, absolutely opposite of his acute social withdrawal.. Why is talking with you so addicting?! Even when he starts mumbling about some specific details of his favorite Tale of the Seven Lords, you keep listening to him, and it makes him want to talk more and more..!

-"Hm.. For someone who's had their minds so deeply in this horrifying "party-party" thing, you are not that bad. You're good at catching everything that I say on the fly.." - he admires and looks away, ashamed. Why is his hand so sweaty and his voice trembling so much?!

-Even if he tries to talk with you less often, it feels worse.. just when he gets used to your bright presence in his hermit's life?! Your warm smile and little chit chats cheer him up so much, even more than the new figure of Ruri-chan that he bought recently.. Is he actually going insane?!

-So he breaks eventually and starts to drag you to his bedroom sometimes just to watch something together or play a new videogame he buys, cause now enjoying all this stuff all alone was not that pleasant. With you, experiencing the new series was much more interesting, and oh how fun it is to share his thoughts about cosplay with someone..!

-He was also quite surprised - someone with such a cute face as yours never heard of cosplay?! Hold on, your appearance reminds him about one of wizards from an anime he watched not that long ago, don't you wanna try now?

-"Here.. " - he shows you a picture of an anime character in some magic school uniform that actually looks like you - "We.. we can watch it together, so you would understand their behavior and know how to cosplay them, alright?!"

-If Levi can't resist this urge to talk with you, he at least tries to lure you in his world, recommending some interesting anime that would be easy to watch for beginners, lending you his manga and CD with games.

-"It's never too late to become a true otaku! You have the right potential!" - he nods with furrowed brows and takes the volume of manga that he gave you before from your arms - "And now it's time for a quiz!! Be ready, s/o!!"

-If in the beginning everything looked like a poor quality comedy to him, now he feels like he is in some romantic series and he's the main character..! He can remember an anime title with a similar plot where otaku fall in love with gyaru, maybe everything would be the same with you two?! He should recommend this anime to you next then..

[gloriouspower]

Hello👀

I'll leave a request and let you write if you like the idea

What about Wanda and R dating in high-school

But r is more the nerdy/athlete while wanda is the smart and popular girl and she's not ready to tell people about their couple and she thinks it would make her lose her friends because they don't really like y/n's group (like peter parler and all..)

So y/n get impatient cause she feels like wanda is ashamed of her.. You can choose what happened after this, it's up to you :3

Tell me what you think of the idea hahaha

A/n : this is my first Wanda fic so if there are any mistakes or i got something wrong feel free to remind me but hate is not accepted, this idea is so cute omggg, so i portrayed Wanda as Street smart and not much academic smart while a bit vice versa for the reader, i wanted a fluff ending so i did just that ❤️

Perfect ♡

Pairing : Wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Summary : request

ROSE 🌹

Warning : insecurity, little bit of angst if you squint, fluffy fluff and more fluff in the end 🤭

Note : i loved writing this so much 😭 i felt like i was in the moment, anyways what's important, i haven't set up the rules for requesting yet for this blog so to let y'all know i WON'T be taking character x male reader as i don't want to upset the dynamic and I'm a female so yeah, enjoy 😁

Word count : 1.4k kinda proof read

"word" - dialogue

Glossary : y/n - your name, y/n/n - your nickname

dragul meu - my love (in romanian), i searched and saw an article saying Wanda and pietro might have grown up speaking Serbian or romanian.

Your life was perfect, you had the most perfect friends, the most perfect best friend, the most perfect parents and most of all, the most perfect girlfriend.

Wanda maximoff, the school's popular girl first showed interest in me when our group was selected to present our school in the world science expedition, it was when we won the competition did everyone start noticing our group, when Wanda started noticing me, she made sure her approaches towards me were subtle enough to not to be noticed by others but clear enough for me, small notes in my locker, which i don't know how the hell she got the code too, but okay i guess? Mini gifts left on my desk with her initials on it, walking with me to our classes rather than her usual friends, talking to me in free periods, little things that made my heart flutter, and Peter never leaves one opportunity to tease me about it, i mean she's the most beautiful girl in the entire school, not only me but i think the whole school has a crush on her, but to be liked back by her is pretty much a big thing.

Wanda is friendly with practically everyone, she know everyone, even remember their names which i have no explanation on how Because i can barely remember someone's name they told me minutes ago, she was adored by everyone too, so basically a social butterfly but right now the main thing is, she likes me back and that's when i gathered any courage i had and asked her the question when we were in the cafeteria hallway walking towards our class "Wanda, do you like me?" She stumbled in her walk and i had to catch her to stop her from falling, her eyes wide as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing to form words but nothing came out, then she asked skeptically "do you?" Blood rushed to my cheeks, as I stared at the suddenly immensely interesting ground. After saying nothing for a few seconds i just nodded, ready to take off i turned but the next events changed my mind completely.

She pushed me against a door, that i don't know where it lead to, the only thing i can focus on is her lips on mine, her hands sneaking on my waist pulling me closer, i leaned back, giving her all the access she needed, my hands going up to her neck and in her hair, tangling my fingers with her long luscious red locks, she stopped looking down at me smirking and at this point i think i look like a tomato, "tomorrow at 7, I'll pick you up" and with a peck on my lips, she walked of like nothing happen while i stood there processing what the hell just happened. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

It's been a few weeks after that kiss, but it only got frequent, her taking me out, giving me gifts but she wanted to keep it a secret, ofcourse Peter knows everything, even if i don't tell him, he'll just know, when i told him about the kiss his squeal was more surprising then Wanda kissing me. The 'keeping it secret' thing didn't bother me but I wanted to show her off, to let everyone know she's mine and I'm hers, more probably because of those pesky boys who kept trying to woo her but she just turned them all down, which I couldn't be more happy about.

I returned her efforts with my own, always doting on her , bringing her flowers, especially a rose because it reminded me of her, only a single rose for every time we met. Aside from that, nobody in her friend circle ,or in mine except peter. knows about us, i have visited her house many times before, why? I was her tutor, but now "tutoring" was the last thing i did when we were in her room, though i still made her study even if she didn't want too because I didn't want her failing classes and she was already struggling with most of it, i sat beside her, observing her completing her calculus homework, she groaned throwing her head back, crying ont dramatically she leaned her head against my neck, i rolled my eyes at her antics, trying to push her off but i was unsuccessful as she threw away her notebook and supplies and attacked my lips and neck with kisses making me forget why i was here as well, after that calculus was the last thing on our mind.

»»————-　♡　————-««

By far we've been dating for almost 6 months, mid terms were on head, mostly me, Peter, mj and ned spent our time in the Library discussing what update we have over the syllabus, while Wanda was out with her friends, doing whatever she does at this time, lately though she seemed distant, whenever i would approach after school or in the break, she acts she doesn't know me at all, but the moment Everyone is out she's as gushy as before, that baffled me i mean i knew she wanted to keep our relationship secret but now after so many encounters i couldn't help but think she was ashamed of me in some ways…i wouldn't blame her though, I'm just a girl who no one knows about other than the girl who's friends with Peter while Wanda is…. Wanda! There's no comparison between after all, this was eating me inside out, nagging me at the back of my mind 24/7.

I laid curled up in wanda's arms, she stroked my back lazily, any other day i would be blushing like crazy but now my mind was elsewhere, i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't even notice her stop and pull back, only coming out of my trance when she spoke " y/n/n, are you alright, sweetheart?" I blinked several times looking at her, then blurred out without thinking " Wanda, are you ashamed of me?" Now it was her turn to stare wide eyed at me. " Love, what are you saying? Why would I be ashamed of you?" I just shook my head looking at the mattress, picking at the bedsheet as tears pricked my eyes, "y/n, talk to me, is this because i said i wanted to keep us private?" Her voice was soft, I looked up at her and said "No, no…you know? You seem so distant when i come up to you when you're with your friends, like you don't even know me, i know you want to keep it private and i do respect that, i really do but sometimes i couldn't help but feel like you're ashamed of me" i hung my head down, not being able to keep eye contact, too embarrassed to even look up.

She didn't say anything, hooking a finger under my chin, she tilted my face up to meet hers, a tear rolled down my cheek, tilting her face to the side she kissed me softly and pulled me in her arms, pulling back from the kiss she nuzzled her face next to mind and said "you will never shame me, dragul meu, and i did not mean to hurt you, you know how my friends get towards your group, i want to keep it down because i don't want to lose them or you" i sighed burying my head in her neck i said "I'm sorry, i was being stupid, i should have known you would never do that" she shook her head, pulling me even closer if possible "no, darling, you have every right to feel that and I'm glad you decided tell me, believe me i love you too much to even think of that" she chuckled and i smiled in her embrace, all those wrecked thoughts evaporating in seconds, my heart bouncing and once again my face was red.

»»————-　♡　————-««

That evening she made sure you knew how much she loved you, even deciding that she would not be as subtle as she is now, still keeping it to themselves but she decided there was no harm in showing her lovely girlfriend off either, cuddling together her arms wrapped around yours, legs tangled together with your head on her chest, you smiled with you eyes closed, this was the best feeling you could ever imagine and didn't mind if this would become your forever.

The next day she didn't hesitate to kiss you on your cheek, still a bit hesitant but a big step from before and Wanda couldn't deny, she liked this too, her friends were taken aback but she didn't care, if you were happy she was happy too and that's all that mattered to her.

A/n : this is my first ever fic related to Marvel, i am a big fan and know much about it but if you see any mistake just let me know❤️ i hope you like it and idk if i did justice to the request 😭🌹

© god-of-mischiefs 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

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[batmenstrualcycle]

Tsukumo Yuki continued to occupy my brain for the third week in a row so may I request some Yuki x reader in which Yuki tries to help reader relax by spontaneously taking them on a date 👀

all this yuki content😭 ok yeah that sounds fun to write! also have u read 206???💀

Paring: Yuki Tsukumo x F!Reader (i hope u dont mind loll)

warning: none🙃

(reader is working in the police force after quitting on being a Jujutsu sorcerer lol)

You ran your fingers through your hair as you kept staring down the paperwork in front of you. There were so many words on it and your brain was racking with other thoughts separate from those papers on your desk. Your boss had given you a ton of papers to fill out from the last crime scene you'd previously investigated.

The tea you'd just made did nothing to help you concentrate as you kept tapping your finger against your scalp.

The clock kept ticking as the seconds passed by, turning into minutes, and you still haven't gotten down a single word.

Soon enough, your girlfriend, Yuki, walked through the door and proudly (and obnoxiously) marched through your apartment and opened your office door.

"Good evening, my love! I've been given yet again, another day off! Those annoying higher ups better start assigning me missions sometime soon! I couldn't tell you the last time I fought a curse!" She exclaimed as she kicked open your door, finding you with your fingers in your hair. Seeing as you didn't respond, she marched over and squeezed you with her big arms.

"You ok, honey? You seem a little.." She trailed off. You finally let a genuine smile stretch across your face as your hand trailed up to her forearm. "Stressed?" You finished, turning to face her. She nodded before glancing over and seeing the thick stack of papers.

"Jeez, was the case that serious?" She questioned with a judgmental face. You shook your head, "No. This case had multiple victims and I had to fill out what information I knew for each victim on every paper." You grumbled before turning back in your spinny chair. She frowned before reaching over and snatching the papers from you before you could get the pen back on the paper.

"Hey! I need that! Those papers are supposed to be given back by tomorrow and I've had since Saturday to do them!" You yelled, getting up and attempting to reach over Yuki's tall figure to grab your papers. "If you've had all weekend to do them, why'd you stall up until now?" She asked with a smirk. You frowned before attempting to reach your arm around her built shoulders once again. No luck.

"Besides, what's the worst that could happen if they're just a tad bit late?" She asked still keeping the papers behind her back. "Well, there's the possibility I could probably lose my job if I don't turn those papers in. And I don't suspect that we could be living off the minimum wage you get paid as a Jujutsu sorcerer with how little missions you get assigned." You said before reaching behind her for the third time and successfully getting the papers back in your hand.

"Well, you crime scene investigators do get paid a lot of money, so I guess that's a fair point. Anyways, you're taking a break. I bet you've been working on those papers all day today since you got home." She said before dragging you by the hand. You scoffed.

"At least let me get my jacket, jeez! I'm not trying to freeze out there!" You yelled before reaching for your coat and finally set foot outside the door.

..

..

The cold air hit your face as you stepped out of Yuki's car and onto the sidewalk while you heard the other car door shut with a thud.

"Seriously? Food? I ate a while ago." You griped before Yuki started walking towards the door. "Whattt?? I thought you loved Mediterranean food!" She exclaimed just before you got closer to the door with her.

"I do. It's what I ate earlier." You reminded with a small smile. She huffed before opening the door. "What's wrong with having it again?"

"Nothing." You replied with a soft chuckle.

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AHHH im sorry i took to long to write this :(( also sorry the endings bad💀 i didnt know what else to write :/

[writtenwolves]

For the WIP Titles Meme: I’m curious about The Year of No Murder 👀

This is my canon complicit Theobel fic set in the year between season 2 and 3. The idea is for each chapter to cover a month, and for the arc of the fic to cover hope to despair to hope again, while filling in the gaps of their relationship in a way that shows the evolution of their bilingual communication style, and gets them to a point where Mabel moving in with Theo by 3x08 feels like a very natural decision.

I'm happy to write this one more slowly; I've only written about a chapter and a half so far. I'm trying to approach it like a carefully ordered series of flash fics and one shots so I don't get intimidated by it's scale and projected length. The other big challenge is putting their early communication, which is a very visual experience, into prose. (I think my body language is generally fine by the time I'm done with a fic, but getting there is a long and annoying process. I often think early stage Theobel is like writing: opps! all body language! edition.) There's also the matter of portraying learning a language I don't know, although it's not the focus of the fic. I enjoy these challenges when I feel like things are working.

Anyway, I'm remembering that part of the game is to post an excerpt:

Dear Mabel, I know this is weird and oddly formal, so I will just lean into that fact and formerly, cordially request that you take back your white coat, or otherwise contact me and tell me to throw it away. I am concerned someone will search my apartment and ask questions. You can pick it up, I can drop it off, or I can mail it to you. I know you’re very busy. Just let me know whichever way works best for you. T. D. Below that, Theo included a phone number and a protonmail address with the name blacked out— the right length to be his name. Just how strict is his pretrial monitoring? Mabel wonders. Or does he think someone is reading her mail? She holds the paper up to the light, squints, and confirms the email address. For no particular reason, she plays along. Dear T. D. I can collect. Does tomorrow morning, around 10 work for you? If not, my schedule is pretty open. Signed, M. M. P.S. What’s with all the clock and digger?

[holdinbacksecrets]

hi!! i saw your post about sending you scenarios, fluff angst or suggestive and i was thinking about a bts one (if you dont wanna do them all you can chose whoever hehe) but how about them coming home to their s/o fast asleep, they kiss them hello and without anticipating it things escalate a bit? 👀 it doesn’t have to be explicit of course, but i do love the underlying softness and love within your suggestive scenarios 🥺🖤

hello! thank you so much for requesting! i ended up writing this for jungkook, and i would put it in the category of being inspired by your request. i hope you like it anyway🤍

warnings: suggestive 18+, [alluding to] temperature play with ice cubes

you’re asleep. he knows you would be. all the lights are off except for the torchiere lamp in the living room. its glow is soft and barely radiates into your bedroom’s open doorway.

all of his things are set down on the kitchen island. he fills a glass of water and takes a moment to watch you. he would have thought you weren’t even here if it wasn’t for your hair: the only thing escaping the thick comforter. your body is swallowed by all the cotton and floral.

he walks into the closet and changes out of his jeans and the sweater a stylist chose for him. it’s scratchy. he forgot how scratchy it was while watching you- admiring you. of course he did.

you wake up to the sound of the bathroom’s faucet. your boyfriend is brushing his teeth and washing his face. you rub your eyes, and wiggle your toes, feeling the beat of your heart picking up. you’re always so excited to have him here, to have him back, to have him existing so comfortably in this space that used to be yours alone.

“you’re awake?” fingers run through his hair as he leans against the wall, and you watch the tattoos on his arm, admiring their detail, before meeting his gaze.

“you know i'm a light sleeper.”

“was it the faucet?”

you hum, smiling softly. “i’m glad i’m awake, actually.”

“even though it’s a tuesday at… 3 in the morning and you’re working tomorrow?”

the bed dips beneath his weight as jungkook comes to lay down beside you. he takes your hand. the cloud of his finger presses the color of your nail. he’s always loved them painted.

“i feel like i’ve barely seen you, so yes, i don’t mind being awake.” and you look so beautiful. my dreams are never this good…

he kisses you like he can read your mind. like he wants to exceed anything you’ve ever seen in a slumber’s dream.

“can i take this off?” he traces your top— the thin straps of a camisole.

“if i say yes, what happens after that?”

“whatever you want.”

“so i’m in control?”

“isn’t that what you want?” he’s so patient. eyes flicker between your own and your lips. his hair falls and brushes your skin.

“maybe... i don’t mind all the times you are, but it would be fun… trying something new. what about ice cubes?”

jungkook’s head dips and he exhales. “you are definitely wide awake.”

“hey, look at me. are you blushing?” he kisses your chest before lifting his head. your own tilts, eyebrows raising. “if you don’t want to…”

with sparkling eyes, jungkook chuckles; his lips caress your forehead. “i’ll be right back. you have an ice maker right?”

“no, but there’s a tray. you’ll see it.”

[italeean]

Hello! ~

First things first, congrats for the followers milestone! You have such a lovely work and I'm sure your blog will only get bigger and bigger from now on! 🥰💖

Now, for the event (if it's still open), may I request ler!Levi and lee! Eren with the 10th prompt on your list? 👀 I'm quite sure I could hear Levi's voice when I read that, heheh

Anyway, wish you all the success in the world! And, again, congratulations! ❤

A/N: Hi!! How're you doing? 🥰 Thanks for the prompt, it was the first time I got the chance to write for aot and with a great pair!! (Fun fact: I like Levi, my sister likes Eren, I call my sister Brat and I have her saved in my contacts as Brat... the cycle is complete lol) I really hope you enjoy it!! Also... thanks for your compliments, your words were really flust- *AHEM* I mean, flattering >/////////< Anche il tuo blog è meraviglioso e molto interessante 💚🤍❤️ (You blog is marvelous and really interesting as well)

Drabble Event Day 10

"Jäger, did you make your bed this time?" Levi exasperated voice resonated through the house where the captain and the new recruits were hiding. "No sir, I didn't." The boy replied almost with no shame "And I don't see the importance of it, why should I make it if I'm gonna use it tonight? It's gonna get messy again..." He complained.

"For the umpteenth time, the order in someone's mind manifests itself through the order in their home. If there's no order here, there's no order in our brains. How are we supposed to think of a plan in these condit-" The older man laid his eyes on something he wished he hadn't seen. "What. Is. This?!" He was getting more and more furious by every second, facing the enormous pile of pans abandoned and completely dirty.

"Oh, you mean the pans?" Eren asked, a bit stupidly to be honest. "No, I meant the beams of the ceiling... yes of course I mean the pans you fool!" The shorter man yelled while flicking his subordinate's forehead. "I told you to wash these right after lunch, now it's gonna be a pain to make the dirt come off..!" He scolded the younger guy.

"But sir, there's no problem at all. We don't need these to make dinner and we'll have all the time in the world tomorrow morning to wash them." The brunette explained, whining a bit because he thought he was being reprimanded for a trivial matter. But for Levi it was the final straw.

"That's it you little brat! How do you like this?" With one swift move, he brought the recruit to the ground, pinned his wrists above your head and dug in his sides without mercy. "Wha- cahahaptaihin whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoing??" The teal-eyed guy squealed while letting out a string of childish giggles.

"What does it look like to you?" Levi scoffed, both annoyed and lowkey amused at the same time "I'm tickling you. Since we don't know when the enemy will make a move, I can't beat you to a pulp because you would waste your regeneration capabilities. However I won't let your laziness slide without a proper punishment, and this method seems quite fitting." He moved to his ribs with his free hand, watching the boy struggle and flail his legs pointlessly.

"Thihihihihis ihihihis ehembahahaharrasshihing!!" Eren whined, blushing at the thought of being tickled by the one and only Humanity's Strongest. It wasn't really the best way to work on his image and reputation as a soldier. "Good." The captain replied without saying anything else, focusing only on darting his hand all over Eren's torso, keeping him constantly guessing on where he would strike next.

"Ihihisn't thihihihis chihildihihish??" The brunette tried to convince the other to stop, but to no avail. "You call it childish now, but what if I go on until you cry? Will it still be childish then? Will it be better than washing some dishes?" Did Levi mean to tease him? The younger boy will never know, but it surely did the trick because he felt himself become ten times more flustered, and a bit panicked at the idea of being tickled for that long.

Unfortunately for him, the shorter man wasn't kidding. He kept his word and went on until he saw a tear run down Eren's cheek. Seeing that, he stopped immediately and helped the guy up. "Now do the dishes if you don't want the second round." He threatened the poor soldier.

The brunette immediately scrambled towards the sink, ready to wash all the dishes and even clean the kitchen and make his bed. Levi turned on his heels and headed to the door to make sure everyone was coming back with the wood they were supposed to pick. "Those brats..." He mumbled to himself, thinking about his time in the Underground, when he had to tickle the laziness out of his friends.

Hearing his superior mumble something, Eren turned around immediately, and in that moment he saw something he would've never thought to witness.

Was Captain Levi really smiling?

[jd-loves-fiction]

I saw you had your requests open 👀

Any chance I could get some angst for Cater ♦️? I’ve practically exhausted all that I could find.

Thank you ❤️

🌑 I don't feel too confident about this but i think it's because I'm not too used to Cater yet. Also, I started watching an Elder Ring playthrough towards the end🙃? The fancy-speak came out

[17:47] "Cater, I really don't think you should do this. For both your sakes." Trey tells him, pleads with him, but his insecurities are all Cater can listen to. And so he follows their gentle murmurs into his ears, muttering a spell and splitting himself into 2 pieces, not at all made equal. Something he hopes from the bottom of his heart that you'll be able to see through.

“Oh? Cater, hi! You’re late.” You tell him, pouting, oh so sweet. Not stern, perhaps just worried and a bit displeased.

“Sorry, princess, hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.” Cater smiles, but there's something about it. It seems too light.

"Anyways, I hope you're late for tomorrow at least."

"Oh, I'm not going tomorrow." His tone is starting to sound odd.

"What do you mean? I promised I'd help you study and we both know you need it. Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, I just don't feel like it."

"You don't feel like it? I thought you were serious about this, Cater." You ask, dejected, you'd been planning this for a while; after a long, heartfelt conversation about Cater's struggles with studying you'd promised to help him out. Starting tomorrow. And now it's likes he's completely forgotten.

"Cater what-" That's when it clicks, your hands slips out of his and he doesn't notice, not only that, your Cater wouldn't just cancel on you so nonchalantly. Specially when you were trying to help him out.

"Alright, I don't know what's happening exactly, but I'm gonna need to drop whatever's going on." Cater's eyes shift as you speak, twitching for a second before he sighs, looking to somewhere over your shoulder.

"You figured it out so quick..." Cater whispers in wonder, appearing from behind a tree.

"Cater..." You speak somewhat desperately, finally understanding the situation as the clone you'd been talking to disappears before your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You're not mad? You just want to know 'what's wrong?' God, it feels like his heart might just split right down the middle.

"It's just- I needed--" He stammers, twitching and twisting his fingers in hopes an explanation would weave itself from them. But alas, even in a world full of magic, none such things are yet possible.

"We can talk about that later. Come here," Perhaps the path between the gardens in not the best place for gestures such as these, but still you call him into your open arms, comforting him with nothing more than the sound of your heartbeat beneath his ear. For all he needed was that to prove that you are real.

[rehkkuma]

Yasss the request are open!! Your writing is amazing so could i ask for Caesar and reader with the "there's only one bed" trope? That could lead to something more spicy 👀 if your comfortable with it of course

i haven't written anything caesar-related so i'm glad the one-bed trope is the first request!! ≧◡≦ i tried to make it a bit spicy but i just got carried away with the fluff lol. hope this is alright, anon!

a lucky coincidence | caesar x reader

words: 1.48k.

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, fluff.

"My body-" you muttered, hand covering your eyes. "I can't feel anything. I can't tell if I'm dying or already dead!"

Joseph scoffed. "Such a drama queen." He stretched his neck and cracked his knuckles. "Look at me right now! I was on the hell climb pillar the longest and I'm doing just great!"

"I guess that proves that Y/n and I are much more capable hamon users." Caesar interrupted. "I recall, we both finished earlier than you did."

The brown-haired boy let out an awkward cough. "10 minutes isn't that much anyway. You could finish a whole box of pizza in less than that time!"

Caesar gave Joseph an unimpressed look before smiling at you. "Let's just ignore him."

You chuckled, "Was planning to anyways."

Joseph crossed his arms with annoyance. "You guys are so boring." He then strutted off, heading off to the room he was given earlier.

You and Caesar turned around to laugh. Ever since the two of you started training under Lisa Lisa years ago, you had gotten unbelievably close. Back when you both lived with Lisa Lisa for everyday training, you only had each other. Since you both have given up on school to become stronger, no one knew you better than Caesar.

You were there to see him grow. From watching him mature from a young boy to a man, you couldn't help but fall in love with him. There had always been romantic tension between you two, but there was also a fair amount of friend-zoning. Since you practically grew up as teammates, it was hard to transform your relationship into something less platonic.

"I'm gonna head to my room now," you said. "I'll see you tomorrow! Sleep well, Caesar!"

Caesar nodded. "Sleep well."

You both parted ways to go to your rooms, but you were abruptly stopped by one of the island's maids, Suzie Q.

"Ah, Y/n!" the cute girl chirped. "I guess Lisa Lisa hasn't told you yet, but your room is under renovation!"

"O-Oh," you frowned.

"Yeah. It's been a while since that room's been occupied, so it's kind of falling apart now. I heard it'll all be fixed by the end of the week, though," she said.

Disappointed, you crossed your arms and let out a sigh. You turned to look behind you, noticing that Caesar was still there, listening intently.

"If it's not a problem, you could sleep in my room," he suggested. "There's only one bed, but I think it'll be big enough for the two of us."

You blushed at the thought of sleeping next to Caesar. When you were younger, he'd let you sleep in his bed whenever you had nightmares. But yet again, you were both young. Sleeping next to him now would be... a lot different.

"It's not a problem!" You smiled and walked beside Caesar. "Just don't snore too loud."

The blond laughed. "Of course I won't. Wouldn't want to wake up the princess now, do I?"

* * *

For the next hour, you and Caesar remained far apart in the room. You were on an armchair reading a book while Caesar was writing a letter to his family. He'd occasionally start small talk, but go back to his work minutes after. Eventually, he turned off his desk lamp and sealed his letter inside an envelope. He got up from his seat and stretched his body, walking to where you were sitting afterwards.

"Is the book that fun, Y/n?" Caesar said softly in your ear.

"Mhm! I'm on an interesting chapter right now." You slightly tilted the book for Caesar to see.

"Ah..." he mumbled. He brought his face closer to the book, now side-by-side with your face too. His eyes dashed across the pages, reading bits and pieces of the book. Every now and then, he'd mumble a sentence or two out loud. Once he believed he read enough, he moved back from your chair and nodded. "This book does seem fun, but I think it's getting late now. I don't want to see you tired during training tomorrow. I doubt she's going to go any easier on us."

You looked over to the bed you and Caesar would be sharing. Nervously, you closed your book and placed it on a small table beside the arm chair. "Yeah, you're right. Now would be a good time to sleep."

Caesar smiled and walked over to the bed. He was already in his pyjamas (his usual cropped tank top and loose pants), but you noticed him change out of his top. His shirt and arms above his head, abs flexing, and hair getting caught in the neck hole: was he just doing this on purpose?

Now shirtless, he folded the piece of clothing on a nightstand. With the moonlight shining into the bedroom, you could see the light shining off his abdomen, enhancing his muscles even more. You knew he was a well-built man, but you seriously underestimated his figure. You tried to recall when Caesar ever had the time to get so jacked, but stopped once you saw him looking back at you.

"Ah, sorry. I should've asked before. Is it alright if I sleep like this?" He asked.

You looked down at the carpet, blushing. "Y-Yeah, it's fine. I know it gets hot at night, so I don't mind..."

Caesar smiled. "Alright, then what are you waiting for? Come join me. You're going to be cold if you just stay there all night."

"Right..!" You turned off your reading lamp and skittishly walked to the bed. Awkwardly, you uncovered the bedsheets and laid next to the blond. Caesar was laying on his side towards your direction, so you instinctively turned the other way around.

"Goodnight," Caesar whispered.

"Goodnight." Your eyes slowly closed, ready to fall asleep. The pillows were comfy, the sheets were freshly cleaned, but you couldn't sleep no matter how hard you tried. The sound of your heart beating was too loud for you to ignore. You'd switch sleeping positions, hoping it would provide more comfort, but nothing worked. If you wanted to get good rest, you would've needed to not be sleeping next to Caesar (and shirtless nevertheless).

"Can't fall asleep?" Caesar asked in a sweet voice.

"No..." you said back. "I guess I'm just extremely stressed for Joseph's sake."

That wasn't a complete lie, but you knew very well that you were more anxious about your current situation.

"I am too, if I'm being honest." Caesar gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him and his emerald eyes. "Remember when we were younger? You'd knock on my door, all teary-eyed from having nightmares?"

You nodded, embarrassed. "You don't need to remind me."

"Why not? You were so cute back then. You're still adorable now, but it's still kind of scary knowing that you're more well-versed with hamon now than before."

"Adorable?" you repeated. "Me?"

"Of course. You really should've seen yourself back then; young girl, knocking up into my room, proceeding to take the entire bed while drooling on my shoulder? Maybe right now is the karma you get for all the sleepless nights I've had in the past because of you."

"S-Sorry," you said.

"I'm just joking," Caesar chuckled. "I know we're not teenagers anymore, but you can sleep on my shoulder again if you're having trouble."

You were glad that all the lights were off. Otherwise, Caesar would've noticed the rosy look on your face.

"Thank you..." There was no point in declining his suggestion at this point. You shifted yourself closer to Caesar and laid on his chest. His skin was soft and his chest was like a pillow. Despite your heart beating fast before, you began to calm down from hearing Caesar's faint breaths. He moved his arm around your body and then stroked your arm. With your shared body heat, your whole body felt warm and fuzzy.

"Y/n..." Caesar said softly, almost falling asleep. "Sleep well." He leaned over and kissed tip of your nose before drifting off to sleep shortly after.

"H-Hey!" you called out, shaking Caesar to wake him up again.

"Hm? What seems to be the issue?"

You hated how calm he was being. He'd always pull off things like this and not say a word afterwords, wanting to watch you get flushed from his teasing. Did he like you? Was he being friendly? It didn't matter at this point because you were going to pull the same trick on him.

You leaned in towards Caesar's face and kissed him gently on the lips. Your mind was racing, but your lips acted like they knew what they were doing. Slowly, you parted away from Caesar with his taste still lingering on your mouth. With a small smirk, you turned to face the other way of Caesar. "Goodnight," you whispered.

For the first time, you heard Caesar stutter. "G-Goodnight," he replied.

[phoebe-delia]

RED TAYLOR'S VERSION IS OUT ARE YOU YOU AS PUMPED AS I AM

idk if these ones are TS songs but 👀 perhaps number 4? or number 14?

ily pheebs happy Red day ❤️❤️

@ronbinary Ellis, my love, it would be my pleasure!! And is it too late to wish you a Happy Red Day? I'm SO sorry this has taken so long I'm The Worst. It is MARCH and you sent this in NOVEMBER. I didn't even forget about the prompt, I just had no inspiration for it and then I got all intimidated by it because the song is so iconic and then I wrote it little by little and now here we are. And if you ever feel compelled to talk Taylor Swift—or anything else really—in my DMs again, please know it would make my day 💛.

I chose song 4 because it's my lucky number! So, thank you for the request, ily and I hope very much that you enjoy this fic based on "Out of the Woods" by Taylor Swift.

Enormous thank you to @lqtraintracks for being an amazing alpha for this fic, and allowing me to experience the fanfic equivalent of Julia Child offering to taste test my cooking.

Idk if I need to warn for this, but I figure I will just in case. CW: one really brief reference to homophobia, and not between H/D.

"Do you ever think about leaving?"

I freeze, the glass of wine suddenly slippery in my sweaty hand. "Leaving?"

Harry nods, lying on the living room floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if staring at the stars. "Yeah, just. Getting away from everything. Packing a bag and going."

I'm careful, for once in my life, setting the wine glass on the floor as I take my spot next to him, brushing our shoulders together. "As in...taking a spontaneous trip somewhere together? Or..." I swallow. "Not."

He finally turns to me, head tilted in a soft curiosity. "You're the reason I'm here," he murmurs. "You're the reason this is worth it. If I were to go anywhere else it would only be with you."

Relief, as an emotion, a physical sensation, is vastly underrated. It's the relaxing of a tight grip around your throat, it's cracking sore muscles in your back, it's putting on socks after a day of wearing tight shoes, it's the cold rush of ice water down your throat on a day when the world is melting from the heat. I close my eyes, letting the feeling roll through my body like wind over a field. I wonder if the imaginary breeze would take me, too.

His hand in mine is an anchor. "It won't be like this forever," he whispers. "Only as long as we choose. We can make out in the middle of Diagon Alley, or move to a Muggle town in rural Italy and become sheep farmers tomorrow if that's what you want."

I chuckle and watch his eyes crinkle in the corners with his smile. "Potter, do you honestly see me in a field?"

"Oh, come now," his eyes twinkle. "It might not be that ba-a-a-a-ad," he giggled.

I roll my eyes but don't bother to suppress my smile. "You're incorrigible."

"No, that's ewe," he throws his head back, wincing slightly when it thumps against the floor but still laughing. "Get it? 'Cause a 'ewe' is a female sheep and—"

"I got it, Potter."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Quite."

"Are ewe sure?"

"I swear to Merlin," I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "I swear to Merlin I will never again use a homophone."

"Good, I don't like your father anyway."

"My wh—oh, a homopho—oh, honestly, it's not that funny!"

But I can't help but grin indulgently at him, my irritation fading at his open mirth toward his own joke. I rest my head on his shoulder as it shakes with laughter. I close my eyes and squeeze his hand. He brings my knuckles to his lips and presses a kiss there that feels like a promise.

***

I keep a polaroid folded in my wallet. The edges are worn and I’m still not used to an unmoving photo, but I can almost feel my lips pressed against his light stubble and his arm around my waist. I can almost feel the firewhiskey heavy in my blood, almost hear the symphony of our friends’ laughter in the background. I don’t dare look at it when I’m walking through Diagon, but knowing it’s there is a reminder of why we’re putting ourselves, our friends, and our family through this.

It’s easier when I use glamours; it was especially useful right after the trials because an acquittal in the courtroom isn’t redemption in the public eye. But I’m done hiding. If I’m good enough for him to fall in love with, even knowing me in my darkest moments, I must be good enough for everyone else to forgive.

But they don’t know that. I’m not hiding myself, but we’re hiding us, and it aches to be constantly looking over my shoulder for—something. Danger, maybe, Or for a sign that it’s safe, now, to let our love seep from our flat and fill the world with color.

***

At the time, it seemed so sudden, but the quickest moments move like molasses in my memories.

Now, I can remember the exact second that our carefully-divided worlds merged together, intersecting the universes we'd worked so hard to make parallel. The photographer hiding in the bushes snapped a photo of us, our faces bright and blushing, love hidden in plain sight. The man captured us with a click and a flash, a glimmer of color against a monochrome world.

I remember the bright bulb in my eyes, Harry's features screwed up in fury, the photographer shaken and terrified. I remember the image in the paper the next day and how he looked at me, both in the picture and now, standing next to me in the kitchen.

He clears his throat, lips twisted in a sheepish smile. "So. Italy?"

I huff a laugh, shaking my head. I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I think we're past that, now."

"Yeah," he says ruefully. "I just wish it had been on our terms—our choice."

I nod. "Me too. But it's still our decision, right? To be together? It's a photo in the paper. Whether the rest of the world knows what our choice is doesn't change it."

"Yeah?" He grins.

"Yeah. Now, c'mon, let's go to Diagon Alley."

His eyebrows furrow. "Why?"

I smirk, sharp and heavy with promise. "So we can make out."

***

Later, I clip the photo from the Prophet and have it framed for display on my desk. The polaroid, though, stays in my wallet. I look at it when I need a reprieve from gloomy, gray-skied days, reminding me of love, in all its brightest colors.

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Check my masterlist to see what's been done, then pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[mammonprotectionsquad]

Ha. Hahaha... This only took me a month to finish 😅

Mainly because I started, hated it, neglected it for weeks and now started completely over. But hey! I like the 2.0 version way better. Am I still a bit insecure? You bet! xD

Anyway. I actually have a question: Would anyone be interested in me not only opening requests for MysMe, but also Obey me? 👀

And if you guys wanna be added to the tag list for either of the fandoms, please let me know 😊

All that left aside, I hope you guys like this little piece of fluff 💕

Bedtime

Lucifer x Reader

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you reread the last messages with Simeon as you waited for the coffee to be done.

Tell Lucifer to take a break. If he's going to listen to anyone, it will be you.

"Good joke...", you muttered under your breath, stuffing the D.D.D back into your pocket.

That man was one of the most stubborn people you knew. Not to mention the amount of times you already tried to make him go to bed, only to fail miserably.

It was more than obvious that you needed to try and approach this in a way that wouldn't immediately give you away. Coax him into leaving his desk and the paperwork behind for the night. Maybe even, if all else failed, playing it a little unfair by making use of the soft spot you knew he had for you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you poured the freshly brewed coffee into a cup to carry it carefully to the eldest brother's room.

You didn't even have to knock. The second you were about to raise a hand, his deep voice already reached your ears, a little muffled through the thick wooden door that separated you two, telling you to come in.

For some reason it never failed to make your heart skip, whenever he seemed to know exactly that you were coming to see him.

Whether it was because of the connection from the pact or a special connection you had with him, you didn't know. But frankly, you also didn't really care.

Stepping quietly inside, you made sure to close the door behind you again, before you walked over to his desk and set down the cup. Followed by pressing a kiss to his temple. Even if it was only briefly, you felt him lean into your touch.

"Thank you, MC", he hummed, his entire attention on you for a moment, until he turned back towards the stack of papers in front of him.

"You're welcome~ How are things looking?"

"Nearly done. Only a couple more documents to take care of."

"Hmm...", you only hummed as an answer.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them down until they rested on his chest and you were leaning into him, chin resting on his shoulder. Your cheek pressed to his.

For a while you both stayed like that. No one saying anything. The only sounds filling the room coming from the crackling flames in the fireplace, and his pen gliding over paper.

It never failed to make you question how he managed to stay awake for so long. The fire made the room all warm and cozy. And you were convinced that at that point all the letters and numbers would've been swimming in front of your eyes, with nothing making any sense anymore.

Even draped over his shoulders like that, you could've easily fallen asleep.

"Can't the rest wait until tomorrow?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, your lips pressed to his neck as you spoke.

"I know what you're trying to do."

"Mhm? What do you mean?"

You tried to sound as innocent and clueless as possible. Though at the same time you stood up straight, hands moving back to his shoulders where you slowly began to knead the tension out of his muscles.

Even though Lucifer still held the pen in his hand, he at least stopped writing and it didn't take long until you noticed that his eyes fluttered shut. Quiet groans escaping him when your fingers dug into especially sore spots.

"Don't play all clueless, love. I have to finish this", he began, still not making any move to make you stop. "Why don't you go ahead and go to bed? I'll join you as soon as I'm done."

He reached up to take one of your hands, pulling it closer and brushing his lips over your palm.

His answer wasn't good enough for you. And you surely wouldn't give up now. You were so close to achieve your goal. You just knew it!

"But Lucifer...", you nearly whined, using the opportunity of him being distracted to plant yourself right into his lap. Aiming your best puppy eyes at him.

"You know that I sleep way better with you next to me. The bed is too big and cold without you."

At that point you were pretty much pouting.

"MC...", he sighed, brows furrowed together as he was clearly trying not to fall for your tricks.

You, on the other hand, were far from being done. Reaching up, you began to card your fingers repeatedly through his hair. Nails occasionally scraping over his scalp. Something you knew always made him relax further.

"You really don't plan on making this easy for me, do you?"

"Nope. Wanna know why? Because I'm worried about you. Babe, you need to get a good night's sleep. Desperately. So come to bed with me. Please?"

It was possible to pinpoint the exact second his resolve crumbled into tiny pieces. Making it near impossible not to beam at your victory. After all, it was the first time in weeks where your plan actually worked.

Although there wasn't much time for you to celebrate. His fingers grabbed your chin, making you look at him that way and he leaned in so closely that your lips were nearly touching.

"Don't let this get to your head."

"Or what?"

"You'll see", was his reply, his usual smug smile adorning his face.

After finally closing the small gap between you, his lips moving slowly and gently against yours, he simply picked up up. Carrying you over to the bed where he flopped down with you.

His arms immediately encircling your waist and pulling you flush against him.

"Lucifer, we both need to get changed!"

He only grumbled, his face already buried in the crook of your neck.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly. First you had to nearly beg him to go to sleep and now he didn't even want to get into something more comfortable.

Well, at least he'd taken his shoes off. Still, you wanted him to be comfortable, which was why you began to unbutton his vest, followed by his shirt.

"I though you wanted me to sleep? Now you're trying to seduce me?"

"Shut up, I want you to be comfy. That's it."

"Mhm, whatever you say..."

He let you continue your work on his clothes. Even shifting a bit to give you better access.

When you caught his gaze, you nearly choked at the intensity of it. His eyes were so full of love and adoration. So gentle... Something you usually only saw when you two were alone. Making you cherish those moments even more.

"I love you", he whispered as soon as he pulled you back into his chest. All snuggled up under the warm blanket.

"I love you, too. Now sleep, babe."

It didn't take much longer until you noticed his breathing evening out as he fell into a deep slumber.

For a moment you just looked at his handsome face. The way he looked so relaxed, a rather rare sight, and you brushed his bangs out of his face. Afterwards you buried your face on his chest, his grounding scent and the warmth radiating from his body slowly but surely lulling you to sleep as well.

You knew you probably had to try a different approach again next time, but honestly? You didn't mind as long as it meant your lover would get the rest he needed.

Masterlist

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

How would Shigaraki be with a weeb s/o? They found a HUSBANDO and Shiggy gets whiny, getting almost no attention from his s/o so he punishes them 👀👋

Tw: Shigaraki. Tw: sex. Tw: smut. Tw: spanking. Tw: jealousy. Tw: cum

WARNING FUCKING SMUT 18+ SMUTSMUT SEX

SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER

This is a quick request not a full story.

Shigaraki was annoyed, pissed, jealous, over a anime character. He watched you smile as Ayato Kirishima appeared on the scene. You were watching the final season of Tokyo ghoul and were in love with the purple haired punk. It got under Shigaraki skin, this Ayato was his opposite, look wise anyway.

So why were you drawn to someone who looked nothing like your real life boyfriend. You had told him how bad the anime was, how they destroyed such a great manga yet here you were watching it because of Ayato.

Tomura fingers curled into fists as he looked at you. How dare you look at someone else. Maybe you needed to be reminded how real he was and how you were his. Standing up he stood in front of you blocking your view. Before you could say anything he was pushing you back on the bed. His quirk taking care of your clothes.

"Tomura what are you" your words cut off by one look. You knew that look, what it meant. Slowly it clicked in your brain, he was fuming with anger, he was jealous. You were in for it. Swallowing the lump in your throat you said his name trying to calm him.

His hand clutched your throat. A warning to shut up. "Your mine, let me remind you I'm real" his hands wrenched your thighs apart revealing your core to him. Fingers gliding over your skin till they reached your clit. Roughly pinching the hardened nub between his digits making you squeal.

"You feel that" he questions, "or this" he says as his hand slaps against your slit and your little jewel.

Tears start falling from your eyes at the painful pleasure he was subjecting you to. Your folds become slippery with your arousal.

"Turn over, on your hands and knees" he orders.

You know better than to disobey him so you quickly getting into the desired position.

Jolting forward as a hard slaps hits your bare ass.

"Tomura" you whine.

Several more rain down on your tender cheeks. Each smack is more intense then the last. Your derriere is stinging with pain, your sure you won't be able to sit down tomorrow, but that doesn't stop the wetness from pooling between your legs.

Finally his hits stops and you feel something hard and hot poking at your entrance, your breath hitches as he pushes inside you. His cock thrusting in inch by inch, forcing your walls open as they clamp down on his girth. Once he finally is buried to the hilt he pulls back out just to ram back in hard, repeating this over and over till your cunt is desperately trying to milk his thick manhood. His hips pounding against you as he makes you remember your his property. That he is the only one you are allowed to have eyes for.

Stars start to cloud your vision as he fucks you so brutally, so good, just how you love it. Judging by his own moans he is near his release as well. His speed increased as he pumps into a few more times. You all of a sudden feel him still as warmth overtakes you. Both of you cum together, your arousal drenched his cock that is spurting thick white seed into your womb. All you can hear is, mine, as he grips your hips.

For the record this is Ayato..,can you blame reader chan