#but all this is strictly platonic obviously
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Things I will never be normal about: Dean dropping to his knees by Cas' body. And staying there??? When his brother ran to face the Devil's son. Alone????? But Dean didn't. He just dropped to his knees. Shattered. Unable to leave his husband's Cas' body
And people have audacity to say Dean wasn't in gay love with the angel
#insane scene from an insane episode of an insane show#but all this is strictly platonic obviously#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#widower arc#spn 12x23#supernatural
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Once again thinking about Preston adopting Danse under his wing as a favour to the Sole Survivor and the two of them becoming the best team in the Commonwealth almost instantly 😘👌 10/10 once they talk things out they're the best of friends
#I think it could fix both of them. Danse ALSO knows what it's like to fail and to watch horrors out of your control unfold#double so if the Sole Survivor blows up TBoS#So he could really help Preston with all that(tm). And Preston showing him the ropes of the Minutemen letting him do GOOD#letting him feel like he BELONGS again would obviously help him in return#I think it's a pretty common thing to have Danse join the Minutemen in fanon? But to me it's just. It makes SO MUCH SENSE#and it makes WAY more sense for Preston to be the one in opposed to Sole. Like Danse needs more than ONE person tethering him to life#And so does Preston!#They BOTH need a good and loyal friend! And yes they can potentially have Sole but they'd work so good together as friends!#(strictly platonic in MY mind because I don't have shippingbrain the way most on this webbed site do but I like ship interpritation too)#kat writing#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#paladin danse#preston garvey
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What if I said you don’t need to be physically affectionate with your partner. What if I said you don’t have to ever kiss them on the lips. Or hold their hands. Or cuddle. What if I said that expecting physical touch out of a partner without talking about those things first is weird, because you shouldn’t expect those to be default givens to you. The same way you wouldn’t expect (or I’d hope you wouldn’t expect) those to be default givens in a friendship.
Sure, a lotta people may be fine with physical affection with their romantic partner, but have you ever considered that not everyone does. Would you assume that someone’s romantic relationship is “probably doing poorly” if you learned they don’t engage in physical affection like that. Would you pity the person who respects the boundaries of their partner that feels uncomfortable with physical touch. Would you villainize the person who set that boundary.
#I was pondering about the fact that lip kisses are dubbed as strictly romantic#& I already made a post abt how I think that’s ridiculous and how some ppl may express platonic affection through lip kisses#& I was thinking about how this personally applies to me and like#I realized that……. I don’t need lip kisses at all??????#if I never kiss a romantic partner while in a relationship that wouldn’t bother me#it also wouldn’t bother me if they DID want lip kisses#same applies to friendships#I wouldn’t be bothered if a friend said they like expressing platonic love through lip kisses#& I’m obviously not bothered if they don’t want that#idk I’m finding that a lotta rules for romance & platonic love is very arbitrary and ridiculous#mainly been thinking abt this bc I’ve been remembering this one TikTok of two girls showing a montage of photos of their friendship#& in one of the photos they were kissing each other on the lips#& they clarified that they were doing it in a platonic way#however ppl made a meme abt it & would draw their character ships to it#and I remember that leaving a sour taste in my mouth bc like… bro why are you implying that lip kissing can only be romantic????#I have so many thoughts abt this stuff tho#I think I might make one of my OC ships have a thing where they’re like… NOT super physically affectionate#bc one of the characters HATES physical touch#idk it’s just been on my mind a lot these past couple days#& unfortunately who I’d go to for bc fellow aro-specs be camping rn so no texting#anyway rambling in the post AND in the tags#relationship anarchist#relationship anarchy
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First Years Finding Out Your A Girl?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)
TW: Mild swearing, STRICTLY Female Reader, Discussion of Jack having a good sniffer (lol)
Info: Headcannons; Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel x Reader (platonic); Mostly for fun
🍓Hi. I'm back... sorta. I didn't have much time to write over the summer, and I honestly don't know how much I can write during school cause my schedule is... yikes. But I picked up something I wrote a while ago, edited it, and decided to post it. I'll be answering whatever's in my ask box right now, and then maybe work on some other stuff.
Ortho & Sebek
Second Years
Third Years
Dorm Leaders
-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?
-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.
-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.
-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)
-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)
-So how do you two do it?
-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.
-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.
-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)
-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.
-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part.
-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.
-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.
-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.
-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!
-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.
-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…
-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.
-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course, but we’ll get to him).
-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.
-So… how do they find out?
FIRST-YEAR SQUAD
Ace
-He’s one of the first ones who find it out, and it’s in the very cliche anime way.
-After some point of knowing you, Ace is so comfortable that he just invites himself into ramshackle.
-It’s never been an issue or anything. You’re thick as thieves now, you’ve survived death together a handful of times. If you ask Ace, that’s about as close as you can get with someone.
-Normally, you and Grim are just sitting around in the living area, but this time you aren’t. However, he does hear voices coming from your room. His curiosity is peaked.
-So, slippery guy that he is, he sneaks up to your room and his curiosity only grows when he hears a woman’s voice. Prefect getting lucky? And he didn’t tell him? Ace thought you guys were friends.
-He creeps up to your room, slides open your door, and!!! Holy shit it’s you. It’s you in a towel. It’s you and you’ve got tits?!?!
-His first reaction is to… well… scream.
-“You’re a girl?!?”
“Why are you in my room???”
“You’ve got- boobs!”
“Get out Ace!”
-Bro sits very politely and very quietly on your couch after that. Deep behind his blank stare, he is seething. You were a girl this whole time, and you didn’t tell him! He thought you guys were friends!
-He definitely fights you about it once you’re down and dressed. He’s just salty, he’ll get over it.
-Swears up and down he won’t tell anyone.
-Immediately tells Deuce.
-That's it though! Deuce is part of the main quartet, he deserves to know! (You scold him for this too, but you figured it would happen one way or another).
-From him finding out, he doesn’t really treat you differently. You’re still a person, why should he act differently cause you’ve got different body parts than him.
-Though, and he won’t admit this, he’s a bit more… watchful of the others around you. Yeah, you can hold your own and he respects you… but guys like Azul exist, and he’s seen firsthand the torture Azul is capable of.
Deuce
-As stated before, Ace outs you to Deuce almost immediately after finding out.
-Deuce, in all his awkward glory, completely shuts down. Disconnects from this plane of existence. He cannot believe the news he was just told.
-You, one of his best friends in all of twisted wonderland. You, the person who survived multiple overblots alongside him. You, who have seen him at his most vulnerable… are a girl.
-It isn’t even the fact that you’re a girl, it’s the fact that you kept this a secret from him for so long. You guys are… bros… how could you possibly hide something so important from him. Did you not trust him?
-Yeah… he overthinks things quite a bit.
-He also ambushes you the very next day with a million questions (very loudly (very in public)), to which you calm him down and reassure him that “No, Deuce, I don’t suddenly hate you. I wasn’t hiding it from you maliciously. I was going to tell you at some point, I just hadn’t had a good time to.”
-Deuce’s behavior definitely… changes… in some ways.
-Deep down he knows you’re a kick-ass bitch and you don’t need to be cared for, but he can’t help but want to.
-It’s definitely his mommy issues in play here.
-He just becomes more… protective and aware around you. Not in a creepy obsessive way, just in the same way a guard dog would.
-Like Ace, he’s more than aware of what the people on this campus are capable of, and you’re completely magicless on top of being more feminine. Some guys at NRC would hop on an opportunity like that like nothing.
-He just doesn’t want to see his friends getting hurt okay :(
-It’s like you gained an overprotective older brother who also sometimes barks!
Jack
-Out of everyone, Jack was the first to find out.
-I don’t wanna be the cliche writer but… he’s got a sniffer on him.
-He definitely could smell that something was up, but he didn’t want to assume!
-You could be trans, you could be genderfluid, you could be anything other than a woman! It’s not his place to judge, and smell isn’t always the end all be all. You could just really smell feminine and that's how guys come in your world.
-Mr. Respectful would never want to assume anything… but he’s a little curious he won’t lie.
-Jack REALLY found out shortly after Ace, Deuce and Grim got their asses in trouble with Azul.
-He’d never been given a reason to spend any more than a few minutes around you at a time. However, since he got pulled into this mess, he’s spent a lot more time with you.
-It happened when he was forced to hide under the desk in his office.
-You were so close and you just… smelled like a girl.
-He is so polite and so upstanding, he would NEVER ask you directly. But the suspense of not knowing really does take a number on him.
-By the end of Azul’s overblotting he is so awkward and nervous around you, that you absolutely have to say something.
-At this point, you figured most of the beastmen had an idea of you being feminine, however, you had no real confirmation of that.
-Jack is such a “let's not bother other people” kind of guy, that you knew he wouldn’t want to say anything to you if you knew… so you decided to take the plunge.
-At the museum, you pull him aside and you have to ask.
_”Jack?”
“Hm?”
“You know, don’t you?”
“…”
“I figured as much. Don’t tell anyone, m’kay? I want to tell my friends on my terms.”
-It makes Jack respect you more than he already did. Not only did you have the confidence to confront him, but you did it calmly and you were understanding of his position.
-And honestly? Not much changes between the two of you.
-He just respects you a little more. He’s not particularly protective around most other students, he talks to you the same, and he doesn’t act like you’re special. You’re just… a friend.
-The only thing that he may be different about is other beastmen. He does his best to shield you from them if he feels they might be a threat to your well-being.
Epel
-Epel, being a more feminine-looking man himself… doesn’t think much of you.
-At this point, you’re well acclimated to things at nightraven college, and are very good at being “one of the boys.”
-His ONLY implication is how… differently Rook and Kalim treat you.
-At this point, Kalim has found out via the previous chapter, and Rook knows because of course he does. (We won’t be getting into that today though)
-They both are more… delicate with you? Rook whips out the charm times ten when you’re around. Kalim, although friendly with everyone, seems to be even MORE friendly when you’re around. Like he wants you to like him.
-Even Deuce and Ace have a few… odd tells.
-They both pointedly ensure Jamil is at least five feet away from you at all times. Glare at Rook when he’s a little too charming.
-Other than that, nothing really gives it away.
-Epel is completely and totally in the dark because you’re really good at hiding that you’re a woman.
-He does, however, eventually find out because… Deuce slips up. He’s there giving his big speech on the beach, hyping Epel up, and somehow he manages, “And the prefect is a woman, but she never lets that get in her way!”
-Epel: Shocked, confused, in awe… says nothing. He lets the information ruminate.
-He lets it ruminate for a very long time.
-So long, in fact, that he doesn’t raise his suspicions until the two of you are on a broom heading off to save Vil’s life.
-The silence was killing him, so he had to ask.
-“Prefect, are you a girl?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I couldn’t be sure, I look like a girl too, so you never know.”
“Yes, Epel, I’m a girl.”
“…Cool.”
-Honestly, he’s kind of jealous of you. You passed better than him, and you had to try harder.
-It doesn’t change how he treats you, honestly. He’s not that kind of country bumpkin, but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t have a little resentment held against you.
-He thinks you’re cool as hell, and you help redefine what femininity can look like to him much better than what Vil does.
-He, however, does actively become more protective of you.
-Not because he thinks you can’t fend for yourself, but because he kinda wants to show off a little.
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#ace trappola#ace tr#deuce spade#deuce spade x reader#jack howl#jack howl x reader#epel felmier#epel felmier x reader#x reader#bunni's treats 🧁
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childe is both an amazing and horrific roommate
like if u bat ur eyes and ask nicely he’ll cook you dinner but he’ll also insist on coming into your room without knocking and if he ends up doing that with the bathroom too then oops lol oh well 🤪🤪
you try to lock it and suddenly the next day the lock straight up doesn’t work anymore and when you tell him he needs to stop coming into the bathroom when he can obviously HEAR the shower running he’s just like haha sorry i guess im just airheaded :pp
occasionally you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink and he’s standing outside ur door like oh funny seeing you here
absolutely plants cameras in the shower and will force feed you on occasion and act all cute about it like “oh but i want u to see if my cookings good 🥺🥺” when you both know damn well he can cook
also he tries getting into your pants literally every time he goes out to drink (which is reasonably often) and if you don’t let him hit he WILL be mopey and annoying for the rest of the week
tw - stalking, delusional behavior, and unbalanced power dynamics.
no because childe is exactly the kind of roommate who's so casually doting and so constantly in your personal space that you do occasionally forget you're not living with, like, an exceptionally affectionate cousin or someone else with a right to act like they've known you for your entire life. he'll take care of the cooking, the cleaning, and much, much more than his fair share of the bills, but you're going to deal with him listening in on any phone call you make within fifty-feet of him, routinely riffling through your possessions under the pretense of tidying up, introducing himself to each and every person you bring over from relatively new acquaintances to your literal parents as your 'partner', only to pretend he thought it was just another word for roommate when you call him on it. for a ginger, he plays the into the 'dumb blonde' stereotype well.
honestly, you're pretty sure he's only letting you stay in the apartment he can absolutely afford on his own as an excuse to play lovestruck housewife, even if you're starting to get sick of waking up to heart-shaped pancakes and coffee sweet enough to give you cavities. it might be more bearable if he kept his behavior to strictly platonic pining, but he acts like the two of you are already in a very well-founded, very intimate relationship, and any insistence as to the contrary is some unspeakable betrayal. you've given up on spending the night at home when either of you are drunk (or, in childe's case, given an excuse to pretend to be drunk), and you would keep your bedroom door locked if he hadn't already uninstalled everything in your apartment that might give you some sense of hollow security. you have to give childe credit for that - he knows his way around a set of power tools, especially when he's using them to tear down the barriers between you and him.
it's borderline unlivable, but the rent is so cheap that 'livable' is more of a bonus than a given. you figure you'll stick around he starts planning your wedding, and even then, you might give yourself until he starts writing his vows. that is - if he doesn't figure out how to stop you from getting away from him, first.
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Yandere!School Q&A 2
Answering some of the questions involving the Yandere School universe. Gender neutral reader, mildly NSFW/suggestive in parts.
Just curious, is there a difference between men and women in the yandere/darling academy?
Not at all. In theory, there could be a difference in uniforms, as seen from the occasional depiction of skirts, but that's really up to the student. As in, they can wear either, regardless of gender.
When it comes to you, on the other hand...I feel like they'd either ask you to wear pants, or heavily reinforced skirts. Too many creepshots and perverted attempts otherwise.
I know the yandere school verse is meant to be silly but I’m genuinely invested in the lore and worldbuilding now. What classes are taught in both schools? Do the darlings resent the yanderes? WOULD THEY BEAT THE YANDERE STUDENT’S ASS IF THEY GOT FOUND OUT??? SO MANY QUESTIONS SMFKEDKK
To be honest, I still haven't considered all the logistics!
I'm imagining a mix of both when it comes to classes: you have yandere-specific courses, and then general subjects with some practical applications. Obviously you can't do without mathematics, for example. If you don't understand double integrals, how will you determine the area you need to cover to reach your Darling who's running for the hills?
Also, I don't think the Darlings would be too upset. After all, they are studying solely to find themselves a yandere one day. What is a little baffling is that out of all the damn darlings in school, this guy ends up chasing after a ‘yandere’ student.
One of the Yanderes at Yandere Academy is bound to be a Platonic, and they're probably going insane watching every student and teacher going after the school Darling. Do you think they'd be on the staff or a fellow student?
There's plenty of platonic yanderes, both among the students and teaching staff. They make up the security brigade, ensuring your safety and keeping dangers away. If other students let their infatuation go overboard, they will be quick to correct it.
In fact, this is where their yandere skills shine most. Taking care of you.
Ohh what about yan art teacher using reader as the model for nude portraits in class?
That'd be like opening Pandora's box. What's to guarantee that the students won't go feral? Even as a regular model, removing any article of clothing within the artistic depictions is strictly forbidden. The other teachers already have to sort through stacks of confiscated fanart involving you, they don't need a boost in lewd creations.
Unless you mean a private encounter with Yan!Art Teacher for some extra credit. That's a whole different story. 👀
for your yandere school au if I was in readers situation, and I got a free full?? scholarship?/ to a fancy school?/? I no longer need to go along with family tradition I’m getting that free scholarship it’s not like I particularly needed a bunch of people to stalk me 🤷
I'm kind of hoping that Yandere School comes with a full scholarship, too. Bonus points if they offer legacy benefits. Reader comes from several generations of graduates, after all.
Not to mention, you already have a bunch of people stalking you, if we are to count the yandere family members. You'll feel right at home.
The darling is christian in some other scenarios right? What if in sex ed class, she said that she would only do that if she got married? Imagine every single yanderes trying to be a good husband material but the darling is so damn clueless about it
I don't think the religion was ever specified, but you're free to imagine it however you'd like, anon. I can definitely picture the yandere students perking their ears at such statement and taking it as a challenge. You want to wait until marriage? Then they’ll bring the marriage over right now. You have to wonder if there’s some current fashion trend you’re unaware of, as every student has asked for your opinion in rings. You’d assumed it’s a question involving their own, personal acquisitions, so now there’s a bunch of classmates fighting outside because they all got different answers and clearly only one of them holds truth.
That one teacher who got all those accidental smut submissions about Y/N is gonna be feasting tonight
I suspect most teachers have a neatly organized storage full of content involving you. Whether it's accidental submissions, confiscated doodles, illegal photos and so on. Hell, they probably trade the stuff like collectibles.
"You got the fic I asked for?" one teacher asks lowly, resting against the wall.
"Uh huh."
Another teacher swipes through a thick folder with the efficacy of someone who does this too often.
Imagine yandere school y/n slips up and accidently calls a teacher mom/dad. Or worse (or perhaps better depending on who it is), mommy/daddy. y/n is embarrassed, yandere students are jealous, and teacher is now horny.
Terrifying affair. The teacher will have to evade weeks, maybe even months of assassination attempts coming from the students and parents. Reader probably joked about it at the dinner table once, and the mom/dad has been spiraling ever since. How could such a mistake happen? Have they neglected their darling child?
“I-It’s not what it looks like!” one student will stutter, terrified to find Reader’s parent behind them.
“I’d say it’s pretty obvious, you’re doing a terrible job. Hand me the binoculars”, they demand in a whisper, glaring at the object of their envious stalking: the teacher.
How would the readers parents/fam react if the reader complained about the school staff or a student? [Gym teacher dress coding reader] With this as personally speaking I would be really annoyed. The yan family could also take it as an insult because I know for a fact they make sure the reader has all the best stuff. As well how they're bothering or unfairly treating the reader. And if the yan fam connects that the school is yan (students and staff) they would FLIP OUT. But that's out of the point
I’d say it depends on their relationship. Remember, Reader’s parents are graduates of Yandere School, so it’s entirely possible they were taught by the very same teachers and staff. Thus, they might be reluctant to question their authority.
“You have to understand, I had my best intentions in mind”, gym teacher will explain to the parents with a solemn face.
“No, you’re right. We’ve seen the way those kids look at our (Y/N). Who knows what perverted thoughts linger in their mind?”
The grey-haired man dabs a handkerchief across his forehead, visibly paler.
“E-exactly. It was all to protect (Y/N) from any indecent, uh, risks.”
Gym teacher prob got a forest downstairs
Only one way to find out. Better put on your adventurer's hat! 👅
Okay but like, the poor principal having to deal with the entire Yan!academy
He probably stares in the mirror every morning, noticing yet another grey hair, or that his eyebags have gotten worse. He's going to need an early retirement. "I tried my best", he mumbles to the portraits of the previous principals.
How would the yandere school react to reader being hypersexual? P.s can I be raccoon 🦝 anon? [I'm afraid you'll have to pick a different emoji, anon, as raccoon is already taken]
I mean, I can totally picture a playboy/playgirl kind of Reader who skips class to smooch one of the students in a storage room. Or Reader getting too flustered and excited and begging one of the teachers for "help" after school. I'm sure most would comply without hesitation.
Though you may have to deal with a horde of jealous partners who don't like to share. Next thing you know, you have to compile a sexy time chart and schedule the smooching to fit everyone in.
hai ! this is related to yandere school, i’m curious to know what if reader decided to accept the scholarship to darling academy? like i can imagine readers parents worried and proud while clumsy yandere is absolutely celebrating abt it :D
Knowing Reader’s luck and Clumsy!Yandere’s misfortune, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more yandere students lurking the Darling Academy grounds. Or even worse, some darlings begin to develop intense feelings for Reader. Worry not, your clumsy best friend will always come to your rescue.
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Dateables and Side Characters Favorite Sleeping Position w/ You
this is part 2, part 1 is the brothers
cw: can be read platonically or romantic (except Luke- strictly platonic), gn reader
Luke: Loves to fall asleep in your lap while you both watch a movie. The second you wrap your arms around him like you're cradling a baby, he will fall asleep. Will adamantly deny it in all days ending in "Y".
Getting up to eat or go to the bathroom isn't much of an issue. He'll weakly wrap his arms around your neck to try and stop you. Again his grip isn't that strong. Carry him to his bed once you're done.
Barbatos: Does he even sleep? /j Not big on cuddling, finds it difficult to slip away in the early morning to do his duties as a loyal butler. Whenever you do sleep over he does enjoy falling asleep holding your hand while facing one another. He'll close his eyes and listen to your relaxed and steady breathing as he drifts off into sleep.
Will defiantly wake up if you leave the bed. Has a tray prepared with all your favorite snacks and will offer to make you a pot of tea. When going to the bathroom he'll give you your space and lay in bed awaiting your return.
Simeon: Loves to fall asleep with his face nestled in your hair and being the big spoon. Will wrap you in his arms and legs to ensure no one can take you from him.
He'll pretend to be asleep if you leave the bed. Once you return he'll still look peaceful and undisturbed. Wrap yourself in his arms again and he'll murmur a sweet "welcome back/ I missed you".
Diavolo: Make this demon prince the little spoon I beg you. Loves to be cuddled. Many don't approach him so casually because of his title so when you wrap him in your arms he melts faster than ice cream in death valley. He'll snuggle deeper into your arms with a smile on his face as he drifts off.
Before laying down he will come into the room with a tray of all your favorite snacks and drinks. He needs you to know that he prepared everything himself. Leave to go to the bathroom and he's wide- eyed and waiting. Feels 10x colder without your presence.
Raphael: Likes when you fall asleep with you head in his lap, he'll stroke your hair/ face while humming a soothing tune. Will sleep sitting up as he feels like he needs to be alert at a moments notice because some demons will try and take kidnap you.
Will feel you stir and get up, if you're going to get a snack he'll accompany you to the kitchen and, "Hey there's some of Solomon's cooking still in the fridge! You can have the first bite." He'll give you your space if you're going to the bathroom.
Thirteen: She loves when you nuzzle into her chest. The feeling of your warm steady breath calms her and lulls her into a blissful sleep. She'll wrap her arms around you, not wanting to let you go.
Good luck leaving her arms, let alone the room. Has tons of traps laid out, some you made together. If you manage to get out, congrats! Beel probably beat you to the kitchen and I'd imagine you're about to explode if you need the bathroom.
Mephisto: Honestly such a soft demon, practically purrs into your arms once alone. Will nuzzle himself into your chest. To keep up his façade of how a noble demon should act he'll make it sound like he's doing you a favor, as you're a precious part in Diavolo's dreams, so obviously this is why he has to cuddle with you to go to sleep. A happy human is good for everyone.
No reason to leave the room for a snack, just ring the little bell on his night stand and a butler or maid demon will be happy to get you anything you need. Has a bathroom connected to his room, hurry back. Would feel like a bad host if he doesn't check on you after a while, will knock on the door if you take too long.
Solomon: Likes when you rest you head on his chest. The fact that you want to be this close to him at all makes his head swirl. He'll wrap one or both his arms around you trying to feel in your heartbeats are in sync with his own.
He doesn't wake up if you need to leave the room, yet subconsciously he'll feel restless and move around on the bed as if searching you you. Once you return he sighs contently and wraps you in his arms once more.
#obey me shall we date#obeyme#obey me dateables#obey me side characters#obey me luke#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me diavolo#obey me raphael#obey me thirteen#obey me mephistopheles#obey me solomon#obey me drabble
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John and Paul on each other: A Compilation
John:
"He [Paul] looked like Elvis. I dug him."
"I'm like everyone else, Harry. I fell for Paul's looks."
"..an old, estranged fiancée of mine called Paul."
"Paul...you're so well-built." (X)
"Groups like this are normally not friends. They’re just four people out there thrown together to make an act. There may be two of them who sort of go off and are friends, you know...Strictly platonic of course."
"Oh, I've had him, he's no good."
"I was riding on a boat called Paul, and now I'm riding on a boat called Yoko."
"I've compared to a marriage a million times and I hope it's… understandable. For people that aren't married. Or any relationship. It was a LONG relationship. It started many, many years before the American public, or the English public for that matter, knew us. Paul and I were together since he was 15, I was 16."
"Nobody ever said anything about Paul's having a spell on me or my having one on Paul! They never thought that was abnormal in those days, two guys together, or four guys together! Why didn't they ever say, "How come those guys don't split up? I mean, what's going on backstage? What is this Paul and John business? How can they be together so long?"
"Well, Paul had met Linda before [the Apple press conference], you see. I mean, there were quite a few women he'd obviously had that I never knew about. God knows when he was doing it, but he must have been doing it."
"I don’t even think about Paul unless somebody brings him up. Or if some song comes out or something happens, they’re in the newspaper. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t just leave him alone—I haven’t really seen him in ten years. I can talk about him forever because I know all about him, but you see, there’s nothing much to say."
[Studio chatter] Paul: I will be overpowering this time. John: Oh good. I like it when you’re brutal. (X)
Paul:
"John was really my only male friend, if only because of proximity."
"[While playing live] John was to the left or to the right of me, so I never got to sort of see him perform so much. Except in the film [Get Back]. And there he is in massive closeup. I can study everything about him.”
“I’ll just sit around and hug him forever, because that’s the depth of my feeling for him."
"And I would often sketch John when we worked together, often without him knowing it. It was so easy doing John because he had glasses, those sideboards...and that long, aquiline nose."
"When I painted him recently, I found myself saying, ‘How did his lips go?"
"I can still see John now: checked shirt, slightly curly hair…I remember thinking, ‘He looks good - I wouldn’t mind being in a group with him."
"James reminds me very much of John in many ways: he's got beautiful hands. John had beautiful hands."
"If I'm going to see a face in a painting, it's highly likely to be his."
"I still remember his beery old breath when I first met him that day. But I soon came to love that beery old breath. And I loved John."
"I’m often thinking of him. I dream of him."
"Delicious boy, delicious broth of a boy."
"John and I used to hitch-hike places together. It was something that we did together quite a lot; cementing our friendship, getting to know our feelings, our dreams, our ambitions together. It was a very wonderful period. I look back on it with great fondness. I particularly remember John and I would be squeezed in our little single bed."
"There's a song I do called Here Today which is specifically written for John. That sometimes catches me out. I realize I'm telling this man that I love him and it's like I'm publicly declaring this in front of all these people I don't know. I sometimes wonder what I'm doing."
"We are individuals— all different. John married Yoko, I married Linda. We didn’t marry the same girl.”
"Please Please Me was a John idea. John liked the double meaning of “please”. Yeah, “please” is, you know, pretty please. “Please have intercourse with me. So, pretty please, have intercourse with me, I beg you to have intercourse with me.” He liked that, and I liked that he liked that."
"[John] was a wild and woolly genius who it was my pleasure to work with, walk with, talk with and occasionally sleep with. "
Q: If John Lennon could come back for a day, how would you spend it with him? Paul: In bed.
"Then also [me and John] were like married, so you got the bitterness. It’s not a woman scorned this time, it’s two men scorned — probably even worse. And I had to make way for Yoko. My relationship with John could not have remained as it was and Yoko feel secure.”
"I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away."
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꒰ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 ꒱ 이상혁
summary : it was nights like these that brought you firsts, and now you'd finally realized the significance of your feelings for him
genre : fluff, riwoo x afab!reader, childhood-friends-to-lovers tws : mentions of alcohol/being drunk, kiss author notes : i want him so bad (based on a date i had with my pookie yesterday) word count : 1.2k
first dates weren’t really your thing. you didn't like having to explain all the things that made up you, while also being overly conscious of whether they’d like it or not. you despised the small talk or awkward pauses. you dreaded having to wonder what if this or what if that.
but now that you were on a first date with one of your closest friends, you had no idea what to do. he already knew everything about your personal lore—hell, he’d been there for half of it. he knew your favorite flavor of dr. pepper and what movie you’d been dying to see. you didn’t have to wonder if he liked you. you didn’t have to worry about if he’d think the sound you made while sneezing was weird or cute. or if he’d text you back the next day.
however, you did wonder when he’d started to see you in a different light. you wondered where the lines started to blur, almost like watercolor. you wondered when you stopped just being a friend to him. you even almost asked, promptly stopping yourself from opening a can of worms you weren’t sure you were prepared to clean up.
there was a first for everything though, and dating a friend definitely was—especially someone as perfect as riwoo, someone as kind and gentle as your closest guy-friend. you were always that person who told him to never settle for the girls who literally ate him alive. you were always the one who would try and set him up with nice enough people (to your standards) that you’d met during nights out or classes. you were always the person who kept it casual—strictly platonic—but through stolen glances you couldn't say it was, now.
“is this weird?” riwoo’s soft voice snapped you from your reverie. “is this too weird?”
your eyebrows creased. “no,” you stated simply. “just… unexpected.”
he leaned back on his hands. “why’s that?” his head aimed to the sky, dusk settling onto it.
you relished in the warmth of the setting sun, a shiver running throughout your body. “just because…” you trailed off, taking in the lustrous green of early august. this was one of your favorite parks, and riwoo knew that. that’s exactly why he suggested meeting you here. “i guess, i never expected it to be me.”
through your peripheral you could see his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “why wouldn’t it be you, y/n?” your cheeks heated at his words, fighting the urge to shy away in embarrassment. “it’s always been you.”
“oh…” you whispered out, mimicking his lean as you sat next to him. you tried to distract from the fact that your insides were twisting and how your heart beat ever-so-slightly faster. you’d never seen him casted under such a beautiful light—literally and metaphorically. the sky was a breathtaking mixture of pink and orange hues, clouds fluffy like the fair cotton candy that you and riwoo would eat once a year together when it’d stop in your town.
truthfully, you’d also never felt this way about anyone. you’d known riwoo for the better part of your life and he’d always been your closest confidant. of course there was one point when you’d developed a very, very (obviously, very) small crush on him during your freshman year. how could you not? you weren’t blind, after all. nonetheless, you swallowed that as quickly as it had rose, ultimately deciding that being friends was better than something that could potentially end complicated.
you wondered if he had weighed the odds. you wondered when the feelings grew strong enough to cast away any doubts of it not working out. if he was willing to take the risk. you wondered when his heart began to beat for you. and you wondered when yours started the same rhythm.
was it when he started to work out, changing from the awkward boy you’d met in middle school to the well-defined abs and arms now? was it when he started to smile with his eyes, opening up to everyone around him? was it when he became sure of himself, full of confidence? or when he’d pay attention to every little detail about you, remembering things you sometimes would forget about yourself? was it when he walked with you everyday in highschool? or when you got drunk for the first time and kissed him in the parking lot of a krispy kreme your sophomore year?
or maybe it was none—and all of them combined—that solidified the feelings deep within you. you always knew it somewhere deep down, that all your past lovers resembled him in one way or another. he was someone you always kept close, even if he wasn’t with you.
“y/n,” he asked breathily, basking in the final moments before the sun had fully set. “can i ask you something?” but if the question of which was prettier—the man at your side or the sunset in front of you—were to ever arise, you fear the answer would be simple: riwoo, with his soft features, confident aura, and gentle personality. every time.
you bit the inside of your cheek. “yes.”
“why’d you try and set me up throughout high school?”
if he had asked you a couple days ago, you would’ve been sure of your answer, but now that he was looking into your side-profile, scanning you over, you weren’t so sure. it used to be because you wanted him to have someone kind who treated him the way you knew he’d treat them. you wanted him to be happily in love, and off the market… so he could finally be off your mind.
“i just wanted you to find someone nice. i’m sorry if i overstepped.”
he hummed contemplatively, clearly not satisfied with your answer. “can i ask you something else?”
you fought with gulping a dry throat. “sure.”
“why’d you say yes if that was the case?” your heart felt like it skipped a beat. “are you that someone nice now?”
your eyes met, time freezing in the lingering heat of summer. you had never felt warmer. there was no doubt a blush was littering your cheeks, hands shaking against the blanket you had brought from the backseat of your car.
“can i ask you something, riwoo?” you ignored his question, though he didn’t seem to mind, humming in acceptance. your eyes flickered to a place you shouldn't have dreamt about, but his lips always looked so inviting. and, from what you could remember, they lived up to the reputation you made up in your head all those years ago. “...can i kiss you?”
darkness had set, the lamps following the bike path lighting up in sync. it was cinematic, and you would have laughed at the clicheness of the situation if you weren't so focused on your distance that gradually closed. all the surrounding sounds; crickets chirping and cicadas singing, even kids' screeches from the nearby playground faded out, like it was only you two on the entire planet.
“if you’ll be mine?”
before your lips could touch, you mumbled, “have been for a while,” against him, meeting halfway. It was like fireworks went off inside you, setting your heart aflame and illuminating the stars behind your eyes. he knew you were perfect for him, and you’d never (ever) thought the opposite of him. his touch was something soft that grounded all your worries. it always had been. his voice was the sole thing that pulled you out of dark places, it always had been. and it always would be.
there was a first for everything, but you were glad it was riwoo on the other end. after all, it was the summer-nights like these that you’d grow to remember forever.
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pairing: drew starkey x male reader
request: drew starkey x m!reader jealous sex? maybe drew saw reader talking to rudy and gets jealous or vice versa where reader see’s Drew talking to odessa and gets jealous? :3 (sub!top drew if odessa, dom!top drew if rudy)
warnings: smut, fingering, pet names (just drew calling you a good boy), jealous sex, unprotected sex
drew wasn't necessarily the jealous type, he knew if he saw you talking with a guy it was strictly platonic and nothing more but there was something so infuriating about the way you were talking to rudy, maybe it was the alcohol in his system or the tiredness from filming all day but the way you laughed to rudys jokes and how rudy had his hands touching you made him tick like a bomb.
he watched from the other side of the room sipping his drink as you continued talking with rudy, slowing getting more and more mad at the sight before finally breaking and walking towards you "c'mon" drew says grabbing your arm and ripping you away from rudy "wait" you yelp as drew looks through the house for an empty room before finding some empty room and bringing you in and locking the door behind him.
"what was that" drew asks obviously drunk "me and rudy talking" you retort "more like rudy wanting to fuck you" drew hics closing the space between you too "you're being ridiculous rafe" you scoff moving to the door "no you're not getting away that easy" he says before pulling you into a heated kiss "drew no I'm not gonna fuck you at a party" you sternly say "well I'm gonna fuck you and that's that" he hics sloppily making out with your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks on every part.
"why the fuck do you always get so horny when you're drunk" you complain "you know you love it" he breaths against your neck as he slides his hand up your shirt, lightly fondling with your nipples making you moan at the plethora of pleasure "rafe..." you lightly moan "yeah what you want me to do baby" he questions still making out with your neck sloppily "fuck me" you whine "anything for you" he says lifting you up by your thighs and laying you on the bed.
"do you really think we should fucking on someone else's bed" you asks in-between kisses "I bet they won't mind" he chuckles pulling your ass onto his crotch "do you really think rudy could give you this kind of pleasure" drew asks rubbing the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to you dick "no" you whimper rutting your hips against his "and who does this hole belong too" he asks sliding your pants down before taking them off along with your underwear "y-you" you stammer as drew's eyes pierce through yours.
"good boy, now suck" he says sliding his fingers past your lips and watching you coat his fingers in saliva, his dick strains against the fabric that contains it "I gotta loosen you up" he smirks pulling his fingers out your mouth with some strands of saliva trailing behind, his fingers find their way to your hole "relax" he coos watching your chest rise up and down with heavy breaths before sliding his fingers into you making you moan out "such pretty moans for me" he says leaning forward to kiss you deeply.
his kiss silences all your moans in an instant "drew" you whimper "just gotta loosen you up before you get the real thing" he reassures "please" you whine "inna minutes baby" he huskily says as you whimper under his touch, his digits grazing the good spot in you "you look so desperate" drew grins leaning back up to admire you "now youre ready" he says pulling his fingers out of you before quickly taking of his pants and underwear and returning to his original position between your legs.
"ready" he asks "please" you moan, drew slides in easily with one thrust and continues in a ruthless rhythm "fuckk" you moan out before covering your mouth to contain the moans "no no baby let out those sweet moans to let everyone know who this ass belongs too" drew says grabbing your hands and placing them by your head, caging you in as his thrusts become harder and harder with each passing second "who does this hole belong too" drew sternly asks "you drew" you shyly squeak "louder" drew orders with a hard pound "you drew" you loudly moan as you cum on your chest.
"that's right I'm the only one who can make you cum like that" drew says grabbing your head and pulling you into a long breathy kiss while his thrusts never let up which make you moan into his mouth "please cum in me" you breathlessly moan looking up into drews determined droopy blue eyes with desperate watery eyes "I cant resist those pretty eyes" he grunts before cumming in you with a loud groan as you wrap your legs around his waist "you don't really like him do you" drew asks coming down from his high "drew I never liked rudy ever" you reassure running your hand through his hair to move some strands of hair.
"sorry for getting jealous" he chuckles before laying his head in crook of your neck "you're forgiven, you fuck better when you're jealous" you laugh lightly tracing random shapes across his back "I.. love... you" drew says falling asleep on top of you while tightly wrapping you in his arms "I love you too" you coo before soon falling asleep too.
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XI. LET HER GO
Word count: 1.1k
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CELEB NEWS
Elizabeth Olsen was spotted, once again, on a 'date' with the mysterious Y/N. Olsen, 33, is married to Milo Greene band member Robbie Arnett, who was in Los Angeles at the time.
Olsen and Y/N were seen getting chummy at an ice cream parlor in New York City.
Not much is known about Y/N, as she seems to be very private despite being an Internet personality. She seems to get along well with the Marvel actress and her co-stars, as Y/N was also spotted hanging out with Brie Larson, better known as Captain Marvel.
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"Shit."
I bit my lip as I read and re-read the article, again and again as if it would magically change before my eyes. Now, this was bad.
I sat in silence, staring at my phone clenched tightly in my hand. We really fucked up this time. I really fucked up this time.
Maybe if I just ignored it, it would go away, cease to exist, disappear.
My phone vibrated, a text message appearing at the top of my screen. Brie, obviously having seen the article, and god knows how many others, wanted to know what was going on. No wonder she was confused, I had been so adamant about keeping my relationship with Lizzie strictly platonic, that now that the lines were blurred, publically, I had a lot of explaining to do.
I scratched my head in frustration, hoping the sensation of my nails against my scalp would distract me from yet another mess I got myself into. Why did I have to go and screw everything up?
It's just a misunderstanding.
I finally replied to her, and it was true. It hadn't been a date and the flirting had just been innocent fun between friends. Now to explain this to everyone else.
What did it matter what the world thought anyway? Lizzie and I both knew what was going on. Rumors and gossip just came with the territory and it was something I had to get used to.
My phone went dim with inactivity and I sighed. I should be talking to Lizzie about this. She was the married one - she was the one who had the most to lose. Her marriage, her reputation was all at stake here.
The ringing of my phone caused me to nearly jump straight out of my skin. I took a deep breath and checked who it was before answering.
Lizzie.
Shit, shit, shit, okay, I could do this.
I cleared my throat and picked up, waiting a beat before finally speaking.
"Hello?"
"Y/N," she was crying. "We need to talk."
"Lizzie," I was panicking now. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Robbie and I had a fight."
I swallowed roughly, my stomach turning at her words. I could feel the bile of sick rising up my throat as I processed her words.
It was all my fault.
"Lizzie, I-I'm sorry." I was silent as she cried on the line. "I'm sorry."
"I told him we're just friends, but he doesn't believe me."
Of course he doesn't. He would have to be an idiot to ignore the signs of an affair, even an emotional one. But, we weren't having an affair of any kind. We were just very friendly with each other.
"I don't know what to do." I felt helpless.
"Just ... just talk to me."
"Okay." I breathed in. "I can do that. I can talk."
She let out a small, broken chuckle and I couldn't help my heart fluttering at the sound. Even at a time like this, I could still make her laugh - even if unintentionally.
"Where are you?"
"I'm home. I got home yesterday." She sniffled. "I just can't believe he won't listen to me."
"Give it time. You didn't do anything wrong." Right?
"But, it looked wrong. And now my husband doesn't trust me."
The sick that built up in my throat nearly shot out at the severity of her words. I was ruining her marriage by playing games with her. I couldn't do this. I couldn't hurt her like this.
"Lizzie ..." I could feel the tears burning the corners of my eyes, like pinpricks. "I need to go."
"What?" She sounded so small, so hurt.
"I don't think you want to ruin your marriage over someone like me."
"W-what? Y/N, no don't do this, please -!"
"Goodbye, Elizabeth. It's better this way. I promise you'll be happier."
"No, no, Y/N!"
I hung up. I couldn't bare to hear her like that, knowing it was all my fault and that I caused such trouble between her and Robbie. We were just friends. We were.
I brought up my text messages, tapping quickly on Brie's name and typing.
I'm an idiot. I was foolish to think I could be someone special to her. I was foolish to put myself in this position. I ended it. She needs her husband more than she needs me.
It sounded as if we were having an affair. God, it did look bad. I needed time to myself. I needed to get high. I had to forget everything and make all the pain and suffering go away, just for a little while.
What have you done?
I ignored the incoming call from Lizzie, letting it ring until it went to voicemail. I could do this all day if I had to.
I let her go.
My phone rang again, this time it was Brie.
"Hel-"
"What happened?" She cut me off, getting straight to the point.
"We were seen in an ice cream shop -"
"Yeah, I know that part."
I ignored her.
"- and now Robbie thinks she's having an affair."
"Isn't she?"
"No! She-she's not! She didn't do anything wrong."
"But you did?"
"Yes." My voice was small and broken.
"What did you do that she didn't?"
"I ..." What did I do? I wasn't even sure anymore. "I made her -"
"You made her what? See that you're a great, fun person to be around? That maybe you're someone she could trust?"
"It's all 'maybes', Brie!" I was tired. So tired. "Maybe I was just a fun little distraction - who knows!"
"Y/N, you're upset. I get that. But, pushing her away isn't the answer."
"Then what is?! What could be the solution to this fucked up mess?”
"Talking things out."
"I don't want to talk. I want it to go away."
"You're an idiot if you leave it like this." She warned, and I knew she was right. But, Elizabeth's happiness meant more to me than my own.
"Then I'm an idiot."
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“Childhood Enemies Turned Lovers?” - part 2
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Pairing | Robert Fischer × reader
Summary | Robert punishes you for almost messing up the next date.
Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, degradation, humiliation, praise, dry humping, orgasm delay/denial, vaginal fingering, sir + daddy kink lol, more slut shaming but in a hot way.
Words | 3k
Notes | Enjoy some smut before things get super angsty :)
Ao3 link | <3
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There was some speculation that this was all so sudden and obviously fake, so they waited two weeks before staging another date.
This time, you went out during the evening. The PR team thought it might be a good idea to kill two birds with one stone and stage a fake date, as well as start to fix your reputation. Your father was reluctant to agree, but— obviously— trusted Robert more than you to keep you in check. Which is how you found yourself at a nightclub. His attire was slightly more relaxed than normal; he left the tie and suit jacket at home, and opted for a darker colored suit, leaving the top button undone. You were practically fucking salivating just looking at him. Especially when he complained about how hot it was and started rolling his sleeves up.
You on the other hand we’re told to dress for the occasion, but more modest than what you’d normally wear. They even had you send a picture of you in the dress to confirm, which you thought was a little overkill. What sluttiness you lacked in the dress though, you made up for with the heels. They were tall and strappy and Robert told you he’s not helping you if your feet start to hurt, which you thought was cute. You’ve been wearing heels like this for years now and even if your feet do start to hurt, you’ll just take them off.
You both ordered drinks and after a while you suggested he dance with you, but he refused. So you went alone. As you were dancing among the other flushed, barely covered bodies, you realized that this is probably the first time you’ve gone to a club and not been able to go home with someone. Not that it wasn’t frowned upon before, but now it’s strictly off limits.
When the first pair of hands grabbed your hips, you reluctantly batted them away and were severely disappointed to find out how hot he was when you turned around. After two song changes, you were approached again.
“Can I dance with you?” A woman asked— it was so refreshing being treated like a person sometimes— and you bit your lip, thinking. You looked over at Robert who was looking at his phone. Technically you’re supposed to be photographed leaving the club, so no one should find out. And if they do… people are homophobic enough to believe that this was platonic.
You nodded and she smiled. She grabbed your hips and pulled you closer and you were suddenly engulfed in her intoxicating scent— something vanilla-y. You gasped when she suddenly turned you around and pressed her front flush with your back. Even with your heels she was still taller than you. You danced lazily for a while, letting your head fall back on her shoulder as you closed your eyes, choosing to get lost in the moment. But of course it was interrupted.
Robert called you name loudly from in front of you, trying to get you to hear it over the music, and you lifted your head to look at him.
“What?” His expression was pretty neutral and you tried to hear him, but you could only make out a few words. “What?” You yelled, trying to convey that you couldn’t understand. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you from the dance floor. He stopped in the hallway, but the volume level was the same because of how small the club was, so he pushed open the bathroom door and practically dragged you inside, then locked it.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You spat, wrenching your arm free from his grasp.
“You know you shouldn’t be doing that. Anyone could see.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest.
“What are you, my daddy? You don’t tell me what to do.” You sneered.
“I do when it concerns people other than yourself. This isn’t about you, so grow up.” You scoffed and looked away from him. “I think you’re forgetting that we’re in the same boat. But I’m not risking fucking everything up because I’m horny.”
“Screw. You.” You spat, pushing at his chest.
“Oh so that is it, then? You don’t get fucked for a few weeks and you just turn into an insatiable little whore? No matter the consequences?” You wanted to deny it, but the arousal building in your stomach from his words and tone was unmistakable. You clenched your jaw and looked away, prompting him to grab your cheeks in one hand and turn you back to him. Despite the ferocity of his gaze, he kept his grip light.
“If you need to be fucked so bad, buy a dildo. Or if the issue is you’re too much of a pillow princess to do it yourself, buy a machine— god knows you can afford it.” Your cheeks heated up under his hand and you did your best to steady your breathing. “See how many options you have that don’t end with you screwing everything up?” He cooed mockingly and you closed your eyes, swallowing down a whimper.
“What, now you finally shut up?” He scoffed and you couldn’t hold the sound in any longer.
“Robert…” You whined, pressing your thighs together. He let out a dark chuckle and you shivered in response.
“So fucking pathetic.” The sweet tone almost fooled you. “You’re really desperate enough that you’ll take it from me?” He scoffed a laugh, making your blush burn darker. His hand suddenly fisted your hair, then yanked your head back, forcing a startled moan out of you. “Answer me.” He growled.
“Fuck— Robert, please.” You whimpered, squeezing your thighs together even harder. The second he noticed, he was forcing a leg between your own, pressing this thigh against your heat, making you mewl and grab at his shirt.
“Show me how desperate you are. Show me how much this little pussy needs to be filled.” He said quietly. You nodded with a whimper and started rocking your hips, pushing your clit against his thigh, as you started panting. “That’s it, good girl.” He cooed and you let out a choked moan in response. He looked down to watch you grind on him, but suddenly pulled away when he saw the dark patch on his pants.
“Fuck— These cost more than your fucking phone.” He huffed and you would’ve made fun of him if you weren’t so damn needy. “Get on the floor.” You looked around the bathroom and whined, not wanting to kneel on the floor of a public bathroom. “Kneel or we’ll go back out there and finish our drinks.” He warned, so you tentatively dropped to the floor.
“There you go.” He cooed, petting your hair. “Grind on my shoe.”
“What?” You choked out, now infinitely more embarrassed than a few seconds ago.
“Unless you’d rather leave?”
“No! No—” You clutched onto his pant leg, not letting him make good on his threat.
“Then stop wasting my time.” With a whine, you looked down at his shoe, tentatively shuffling forward. You looked up at him one last time before lowering yourself onto the smooth leather. The friction was less than his pants, but the stimulation still had you panting and whining regardless.
“You look good on your knees.” He said with a smirk, making you blush. “Can’t believe I have to let you hump my shoe like a bitch in heat just to keep you from fucking all of this up.” He muttered and you let out a low, embarrassed whine.
“Robert,” You whimpered, needing more. You wrapped your arms around his leg and leaned your chin on his thigh as you looked up at him. He cursed under this breath and bit his lip. “Please.”
“This not enough for you, princess? Need more?” You nodded with a pout, wanting his fingers, his mouth, his cock— anything. “That really is too bad, isn’t it?” He cooed empathetically, making you have to repeat his words in your head before you realized that what he said was actually a bad thing. “I can’t believe I have to marry a pathetic little slut. Are you going to be like this until the divorce? Humping any part of me, every chance you get?”
“Robert…” You whined, eyes watering with tears of desperation and humiliation. “Fuck— please.” You both froze when his phone started ringing.
“Take off your underwear.” He said quickly, then, when you didn’t move fast enough, “Now.” You scrambled to remove them and place them in his hand, then he was shoving them in your mouth before you even registered what was happening. “Continue. You don’t want me to tell you again.” He warned before answering the call.
You tentatively wrapped your arms around his leg again and picked up where you left off, but with a little less enthusiasm this time, not wanting to be too loud. Based on his tone and how much he was talking, it seemed like an important call. Which confused you even more on why he’d want you to keep going.
His free hand suddenly gripped your hair, then wrenched your head back, and you couldn’t stifle the startled moan in time. You looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, worried you had upset him because of that.
“Do better.” He whispered, barely audible. You nodded and he released you, letting you bring your head back down to a more comfortable position. You started moving faster, grinding down harder. Too embarrassed to keep looking at him, you turned your head and rested your cheek on his thigh, but your breath caught in your throat when you finally noticed the bulge in his pants. You tentatively brought one hand up, but before you could touch him, he roughly grabbed your wrist to stop you. So you wrapped your arm back around his leg and kept going, staring at his crotch almost longingly.
“You saw that, did you?” He cringed and the sudden change of tone caught your attention. “Yeah I know our history has been… rocky at best.” He paused as the person on the phone presumably cut him off.
“Has she fucked me yet?” He chuckled, making you whine and bury your face into his thigh more. “No, not yet… I know— I was just as surprised.” You whined and pulled back to stare up at him, silently pleading with him to end this humiliation and just give you what you need. His eyes bored into yours as he pet your head, making you mewl and grind down harder.
“Yeah… She’s actually.. less of a bitch than I thought— I know. Don’t get me wrong, she has her moments,” He cut off again and waited a few seconds, then chuckled under his breath.
“Get up.” He mouthed to you and you stood on shaky legs, holding onto him for balance. He guided you over to the counter and bent you over it, making you gasp at the feeling of the cold marble pressed to your flushed skin. When he pushed your dress up enough to expose your ass, you whined and buried your head in your arms, making him grab your hair to lift you back up. “Eyes on me.” He whispered. You nodded tentatively, then he went back to the task at hand.
“Oh yeah. Spoiled too— and she acts like it.” He placed a hand on your ass and pulled it to the side for a better view of your drooling hole. “I know, I know. But you’ve seen some of those photos that circled around a few years back,” He suddenly pushed two fingers inside you and you jolted forward with a strangled moan.
“Yeah I’m actually out with her now, she’s in the bathroom. You should see the fucking dress she’s wearing.” He curled his fingers against your walls slowly, making you whine and push your hips back. When he chuckled quietly, you stared at him through the mirror with furrowed brows and he hummed in agreement to whatever the person on the phone just said. “Exactly as you’re picturing it— her tits are practically out.” You glanced down at your chest through the mirror, finding his statement correct— your breasts were spilling out of your dress in this position.
“And alcohol makes her so fucking needy apparently. She’s been all over me since we got here.” His fingers suddenly hit a spot inside of you that had your knees buckling as you whimpered, holding onto the counter. “Hang on, she’s coming. I’ll call you tomorrow?” His choice of words was not lost on you and he wasn’t even wrong— your orgasm was rapidly approaching. “No, I’m not going to send you pictures.” He scoffed a laugh and you whined quietly, your whole face heating up at the thought.
“You did a.. surprisingly good job staying quiet.” He commented, putting his phone back in his pocket. “You ready to come now?” He cooed and you nodded desperately. “Yeah? Did listening to me talk about you like that make you even needier?” You whined and averted your gaze, but made sure to keep your head up.
“Of course it fucking did.” He scoffed, quickly removing his fingers, making you whimper. He turned you around fast enough to make your head spin, then lifted you onto the counter and roughly shoved his fingers back in, working much more enthusiastically than before. You placed one hand on the counter behind you and the other to his shoulder to ground yourself. When he removed your panties from your mouth and placed a hand on your neck, you let out a loud moan, making him tighten his grip to cut off the sound. The action was sending you barreling toward your orgasm now and since you were able to beg again, you did exactly that.
“Fuck— please... Sir, please let me come.” You gasped out, getting closer and closer.
“Sir?” He smirked, making you blush.
“Please make me come, I need it.” You whined loudly and his grip on your neck tightened even more as he forced a third finger inside you.
“Fuck you’re wet.” He spat, almost disgusted. “Can you hear that, princess? You hear how messy your pathetic little cunt is?” He cooed and you sobbed out a moan.
“Please! Please make me come,”
“Yeah? You’re ready?” He asked as he tilted his head, and you nodded eagerly, panting and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling. When he suddenly pulled his fingers out, your body flinched forward and you cried out, making him push you back by your neck, pressing on your windpipe a little to silence you.
“Please! I was so close!” You sobbed, clinging to his shoulder as your eyes filled with tears.
“Whenever you think about misbehaving, I want you to remember this. If you start acting like a good little girl, then maybe next time I’ll make you come.” You let out another choked sob, on the verge of crying from desperation now.
“No— Sir, please…” You cried. He shushed you softly and you whimpered in response, letting your eyes flutter shut.
“I know. You’ll be okay.” He cooed, but you were pretty sure he was mocking you. When a tear finally escaped your waterline and slid down your cheek, he cursed under his breath and moved his hand from your neck to gently wipe it away. You had one last thing that you thought could work.
“Please-” You whimpered pathetically, looking up at him with wide, glossy eyes, “please, daddy.” You were so grateful when another tear fell just as you finished talking.
“I thought you said I’m not your daddy.” He smirked, making you whine and give him your best puppy dog eyes. “You’re going to be severely disappointed if you think calling me daddy and giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes will do anything.” He said teasingly. You frowned in response and he gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know, princess. I’m sure you’re not used to being denied, but if you behave and listen to me, I can give it to you.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, then cupped your cheek. “Can you do that for me?” He whispered and you nodded hesitantly.
“Good girl.” He chuckled when you let out another whimper. “Listen to me very carefully, okay? When you get home tonight, you’re not going to get yourself off. You’re going to be a good girl and get ready for bed, then go to sleep. Trust that I’ll know if you disobey me and that the consequences will be much worse than just this. Do you understand?” You pouted and looked away from him, trying to stop crying. When you let out a quiet, “yes” he gave you a proud smile.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Just need to be put in your place.” His gaze dragged over your face with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. He gave you a small smile, then stepped back, pocketing your underwear.
“Fix your makeup and hair before you leave. I’ll be waiting by the front door, okay?” You nodded dumbly, barely registering his words. He unlocked the door and walked out, leaving you there to catch your breath and get rid of the floaty feeling in your head. You hopped down from the counter on shaky legs and adjusted your dress before smoothing out your hair and wiping away the smudged mascara from under your eyes. Once you looked… slightly more presentable, you walked out and found him standing by the entrance to the club, waiting.
“You still look like you just got fucked.” He chuckled, making you blush.
“There’s not much else I can do about that.” You huffed, still feeling bratty from being denied.
“Okay, just—” He brushed your hair back and wiped under your eyes some more, then sighed. “Try to keep your head down I guess.” He opened the door for you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his body.
You kept your head slightly angled toward the floor and did your best not to trip in your heels but the alcohol and horniness were making it pretty hard. The paparazzi were right outside unfortunately, but there were only two of them, so it wasn’t that bad. His car was already waiting— he must’ve texted while you were still in the bathroom— and he opened the door for you, letting go of your waist to let you slide inside.
Part 3
(ik It’s cut kinda awkwardly lol but this is technically just a really long one shot. Also very much sad in the next part so get ready for that lmaoo)
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15. “why aren’t you checking me out?” “do you want me to check you out?” “yes. obviously” with Nico please!!
To say you were at your wits end with Nico was an understatement. You had known him ever since he had moved into the apartment across from you years ago and never once, despite the attraction that you were sure was mutual, he never made a move.
There were longing glances and trips to his game that just weren’t platonic. Sometimes he even spent more time in your comfortable apartment just lounging around than at his. It was last year that he started inviting you to awards, dinners, and fundraisers. You felt certain that the people that came up to you thought that you and Nico were an item and the flutter your heart did when he didn’t correct them was something you kept to yourself.
However, today you were done with playing this cat-and-mouse game with your handsome Swiss neighbor. Well, if that was in fact what was happening. There was always a chance that he was just being nice and attentive but something deep inside you told you that he had to feel the same.
That was why you now stood in the hotel room that you and Nico were sharing in Tennesse smoothing out your classy yet revealing blue satin dress that hugged all the right places. You had spent longer on your hair than was strictly necessary but you were happy with the way it turned out.
Looking into the floor-length mirror you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You were stunning and if Nico didn’t do something about it tonight then some other hockey player would definitely.
“We have to go now or we’ll be-“ Nico’s words were cut off as he walked out of the bathroom, fixing his tie, and looked at you.
You smiled slyly and did a little turn for him, “thoughts?”
Nico was silent for a moment but before he could say anything he pulled his tie too tightly. Your eyes widened and you rushed over to him to help. You still weren’t at eye level with him in your heels and you tried not to think about that as you helped him loosen his tie.
Finally, you stepped back and took him in. Nico was always handsome and put together but today he looked delectable.
“You look great, Neeks.” You smiled honestly and hoped to the high heavens that you weren’t blushing.
He looked at his well-polished shoes and if you didn’t know better you would have sworn that his cheeks turned a light pink.
“I can’t even measure up to you,” Nico said breathlessly.
You decided to stop teasing him for now. After all, they had the entire awards ceremony to do that.
Instead, you held out a hand to him, “Let's get going, captain.”
You decided to ignore the way his eyes bulged at your choice of words and lead him out of the room. Not before making a mental note to refer to him as ‘captain’ in the future, though.
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You were enjoying yourself more than you thought you would. You met family members and significant others of the hockey players that were attending. Most of them were kind and welcoming and you found a way to entertain yourself when Nico was giving interviews or talking to other players.
Of course, none of this stopped you from trying to get Nico to check you out. Nothing worked, though. Not when you pushed your chest out ever so slightly or ran your toes along his leg. He remained respectful the whole night.
So when you left, despite getting the numbers of several other significant others and hockey players, you just couldn’t consider this night a success.
You were pouting when Nico helped you into his car and continued to do so as he climbed in and started driving back to your apartment building.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” Nico questioned in the quietness of the car.
You looked over at him and saw he was still looking at the road. In your tipsy haze, it only made you more frustrated. You were tired of trying to get him to take the hint.
“Why aren’t you checking me out?” You asked bluntly, not caring that you probably never would have been so bold if you didn’t have at least a little bit of liquid courage coursing through your veins.
You didn’t miss the way that his bushy eyebrow raised and he snuck a quick glance your way. He didn’t answer for a long while but when he stopped at a red light he finally turned to face you.
“Do you want me to check you out?” He asked slowly, almost hesitantly.
“Yes, obviously!” Your voice was loud and the amusement on your friend's face was clear. “Look how hot I am tonight.”
Nico laughed and pressed the gas as the light turned green.
You should have stopped but you found yourself continuing, “I check you out all of the time. It would be courteous for you to do the same.”
“What makes you think I don’t?” Nico said simply.
That left you silent for the first time that night. The quiet in the car remained until Nico parked his car in the garage. It was only when he turned the keys and shut off the car that you finally found the courage to speak up.
“How long?”
“Huh?” Nico made a confused noise and removed his hand from the door handle.
“How long have you been checking me out?”
Your mouth was dry and your heart was racing. You wanted to know so badly and the fact that he had just admitted that he saw you similarly to the way you saw him, at least in a small way, was almost overwhelming. You made yourself turn to him and saw in the darkness of the car and garage that Nico was already looking at you. His usually soft brown eyes were dark and the way he looked at you was intense.
“Since I’ve met you.” He said it so smoothly, as though it was obvious. “It’s hard not to look at you. My eyes always find you when you walk into a room and I never want to look away.”
You swallowed dryly. You wanted to reach out and touch him. How? You weren’t sure but you needed to close the gap between the two of you.
Your eyes tracked the way his tongue ran along his pink lips and without realizing it the words left your mouth, “I’ve wanted you since you moved into the same building as me.”
As soon as you heard what you said you knew it was true. Probably the truest thing you had ever said.
“Y/n,” Nico’s accent was thick as he spoke but the rasp was more present than it had ever been. “I need to kiss you. Tell me I can.”
This was your plan before the night had even started. You wanted Nico’s attention and you wanted to finally move forward in your relationship so there was no second guessing when you nodded your head enthusiastically.
“Please do.”
It was a plea and Nico answered it immediately. He leaned over the center console where you met him halfway. A warmth filled you and sparks of electricity played throughout your body when your lips melded together. Nico tasted of mint and some sort of soda that you couldn’t even care to name right now. You couldn’t get enough of it, though. You never wanted to taste anything else ever again.
When he pulled away, it was only slightly. Your lips were so close to touching and it took every ounce of your willpower to not lean over and kiss him again.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Nico’s breath brushed against her lips and your eyelids fluttered at his words.
“Trust me,” you smiled dreamily. “No one knows better than me.”
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Wild Card ~ Chris Sturniolo
When you first met the Sturniolo triplets, you felt an instant connection to all three of them, but mostly Chris. It wasn't romantic, it was strictly platonic, but you felt like Chris was your other half. He was goofy, funny, loud and lovable, much like yourself. Matt and Nick both loved to tease you about how alike you both were. It then sparked a long friendship.
So that leads to now. You and Chris had been left home alone, which wasn't a bad thing, but also not a good thing. Nick had a meeting for Spacecamp while Matt obviously drove him.
"I'm bored!" You whined, throwing your phone down that was still playing some TikTok you was watching.
"Sameeeeee." Chris whined.
"Do we still have those Nerf guns?" You suddenly asked.
"Yeah, they are in Nick's room, why?" Chris replied.
You flashed him a mischievous smile as you ran upstairs to Nick's room, finding the toy guns in the corner along with some ammo, before rushing back to Chris.
As you entered the living room, you saw the sofa had been moved, along with the pillows thrown everywhere. The kitchen table and chairs moved as well, creating some sort of battle ground.
"Yes! Great minds think alike!" You cheered, giving Chris a high-five.
"As soon as you mentioned Nerf guns, I realised your plan." He said with a smile.
You smiled and passed him a gun with some ammo. You both got into position before calling start.
The two of you got so wrapped up in your Nerf war, neither of you noticed Nick and Matt walking in, until they got hit with a foam dart.
"What the fuck!" Nick screamed.
"Oh hey guys!" Chris called, aiming for you again.
"What are you doing?" Matt questioned.
"What does it look like, Matt. A Nerf war!" You cheered, hitting Chris in the arm.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed.
"We left you both alone for an hour. One hour." Matt mumbled, shaking his head like a mother.
"I'm just glad they haven't broken anything." Nick said.
You giggled as Chris smirked at you. Both of you thought the same thing. Team up and shoot Nick and Matt. So that's what you did.
"Hey! Hey! Fuck off! We don't have anything!" Matt shouted, hiding behind the wall.
"Take us to Taco Bell!" Chris cried.
"If it will stop you shooting at us fine!" Nick shouted.
You both cheered, happy with getting your way as you rushed to the car.
"Fucking kids." Matt mumbled.
"Lowkey kinda fun though." Nick said, admiring the living room.
"Your paying at Taco Bell." Matt said as he went to the car.
"What!" Nick screamed.
As Nick got in the car, you and Chris were already shouting about Taco Bell and many more random things you could think of at once. Matt and Nick were still shocked that Chris found a friend so similar to himself, but honestly, they loved the dynamic and loved you too.
#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#xreader#female!reader#friend#platonic#wild!reader#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo triplets x reader#sturniolo triplets oneshot#chris sturniolo oneshot#chris sturniolo fanfic#fluff
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Heres a sorta drabble/headcanon kinda thing of how I picture MC's relationship with Zayne could develop~ I'm not much of a writer but i very much plan to do ones for the other boys as well because the brainrot has consumed me, so please enjoy~ 1,039 words || You can also read it on ao3 ‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙⁺˚・༓・˚⁺‧͙
Xavier ・ Rafayel ・ Sylus
You are without a doubt the reason for Zayne's existence and his driving force all through school into becoming a Cardiac Surgeon. And all of that lead up to him finally becoming your personal doctor, everything he studied for is so he can finally fulfill his purpose to help you and your heart
At first, Zayne puts up a wall between you guys- trying his best to keep things as strictly professional as possible. Seeing your face in person again only brought back all the feelings he's boxed away and then some, and he was scared it would somehow come in the way of your treatment.
But he can't hold himself back for long, especially after you find yourself seeing him outside of the hospital more and more often. Going from quick hellos in passing, to checking out new Cafe menu items together, to even showing up at his place unannounced to make sure he isn't working on his day off. Somehow you've worked yourself into his daily life without any effort and everything just feels like that's how it was always meant to be
Of course your own feelings start to develop too, you aren't even sure when they first appeared. Could you have felt this way when you were both kids and didn't realize it till now? Or is it a result of getting closer and seeing so many different sides to him lately?? It all happened so naturally you almost didn't notice it at first until you sat there staring at his profile in the car one night in content silence and it clicked. You love this man with every fiber of your being
Nobody made any moves for the longest time, any plans you guys had made together were seemingly still platonic- much to the groans of those around you who were very aware about both sets of feelings. One night as he is walking you to your apartment door after spending the day together, you mention something coming up- Maybe its another Twinkle Toy's event, or even just a new movie coming out that you are dying to see. But he smiles as he listens to you excitedly talk about it, obviously deciding in that moment he was taking you to it no matter what
"So what time does it start?" "I think the site said 8pm" "Alright then, I'll pick you up at 5pm. Does that work for you?" "Why 5? We don't need to be the first ones to show up you know" He smiles at you "Well I figured it was only right to take you out to dinner first if we were going to be out that late. We don't have to if you don't want to though-" "No, dinner sounds great" you say with the biggest grin "Its a date then" he responds as he lifts up your hand pressing a gentle kiss on it before walking back to the elevator leaving you stunned
Did he just call it a date?! You spend the foreseeable future with your head in the clouds, practically floating with excitement for the date- which goes amazingly once it approaches. It's just like every other time you guys have hung out, but also nothing like it at the same time. He helps you in and out of his car and offers his arm to you while you walk side by side. Every little action he does is seen in a new light. There is no way you could ignore the flips your heart does every time you see his absolutely smitten face- not even aware of your own equally smitten look in return
And any plans from now on have all become official dates as well, with him treating you like an absolute princess the entire time. He never takes that next step forward though, only going as far as holding hands and gazing lovingly at everything you do. It looks like you have to be the one to initiate anything more at this rate
Once again he walks you to your apartment door, and he lingers just a moment before he turns back around and you grab his arm in that moment. Stammering a bit before giving a determined sigh and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. Out of sheer embarrassment you tried to enter your apartment quickly, but its your turn to get stopped. And this time its with his lips crashing onto yours. It was brief, way too brief, but absolutely electric- he apologizes and you shush him and give him the goofiest in love smile before you part ways for the night
Zayne is constantly in battle with himself as to not move too quickly or do anything that you might not be ready for. He usually lets you make the first move, or tests the waters in a way where you can take the lead in whichever direction you are most comfortable. And without a doubt, like with the first kiss you guys shared, as soon as you show him that you are okay with something he won’t hold back (of course always asking permission the next time)
Brief pecks goodnight, turn into deeper kisses in the car before you get out. He grabs your hand every chance he is able to as if its second nature to have your fingers linked between his at any given moment. You only had to invite him inside once at the end of a date before it was a given that after every subsequent date you would spend some time on the couch cuddling and making out before he went back home
Even when things started getting more intimate between you, he always made sure you were the one making the first move and continued with caution- always getting your consent before doing anything. It was touching knowing he cared so much about you, but sometimes you wished he would just stop holding back and have his way. There's nothing he could do that you would say no to at this point, you love and trust him with your entire being
You wouldn't change anything between you guys. You are Zayne's entire world, and he has easily become yours as well
#love and deepspace#zayne#zayne love and deepspace#zayne l&ds#zayne lads#first post on this new blog of mine AND first time sharing and sorta fandom stuff like this lmao#its not a real fic btw i really just infodumped my vision into gdocs and this is what i got lmao#also its 2nd person cause i just found that easiest to ramble with lmao#if anyone wants to take any of what i wrote for these and incorporate them into some sort of real fic ill kiss u#idoruwrite#if any fic writers want someone to infodump ideas for them to write im ur girl xoxo#budding relationships
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HELLO HELLO ONYX,DEARIE!!
I'm baaaack!~
(me,coming to your blog when I have an Idea because I want to feed you: )
The platonic asker,yours truly,has come once more to request a new platonic headcanon!
May I please have platonic! any character you'd like (Maybe Alastor,Vox and Lucifer,but you may change that as always! All characters are welcome.) With Child!Gn!Reader that randomly goes out (maybe teleports? Idk,just a random idea) and brings back random sinners (mostly poor and homeless) at the hotel/the character's work and goes "They wanted to work for/with you!!" with that little sweet and innocent voice of theirs? They're really naive and talks to everyone really kindly,a bit like my first ask! They're just a sweet sunshine kid that wants to help those in need! It's not their fault there are bad people that may use them,they just want to help!!
Anyways,I think that's good for me!!
Here's another reminder to take care of yourself! Eat,drink and sleep well,honey!
Enjoy writing this new prompt <33
Stay proud,
-Nina <33
I MISSEDD YOUUUU!!! And that prompt is giving me flashbacks to when I brought a feral raccoon into my house when I was a little kid lmao. But I love this!
Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer x Sweet Child! reader
THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND SHOULD ONLY BE TAKEN AS SUCH
Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral
Tw: Kidnapping? (Can a child kidnap someone?), pedos, general hazbin hotel
Alastor -
- I would say this man would be disappointed but in all honesty, he probably taught you how to steal people by accident.
- It would most likely take place after Charlie goes on one of her rants about how she needs more people at the hotel, and you being the cute little child you are, waddle away to go find some.
- I feel like he wouldn't particularly notice you missing until you show back up, random ass sinner in tow.
- Obviously you get lectured by everyone for stealing a person off the street and bringing him to where you live.
- cause...y'know...pedophiles happen to be in hell.
- But after you pull out the cute little eyes and the "I just wanted to help" everyone kinda gives up.
- Alastor does make you release him back outside like a butterfly you grabbed (omg that is something I never thought I would write)
Vox -
- As I've mentioned before, this man kinda lowkey sucks.
- Like Alastor, probably accidentally taught you how to steal someone, but he probably did it on purpose or some shit.
- You'd most likely see him murder fire another one of his workers and decide that he needs an immediate replacement.
- So you take your two little feet and waddle down the streets of hell asking anyone and everyone if they want to work for Vox.
- Obviously everyone wants to work for the Vees, so you end up bringing like a hoard of people to the office and kinda just, bring them in.
- As I've mentioned, this man would not notice you being gone like, ever, so when you magically show tf up with like 70 people all in tow, he is partially impressed and partially confused.
- He asks you why you brought so many people and you just look up at him with your cute little baby doll eyes and go "I thought you needed someone to replace mr. dead guy".
- He honestly kinda appreciates it and gives you a little pat on the head as he kills kicks out everyone you brought.
Lucifer -
- This man pays copious amounts of attention to you so the fact you were able to waddle away to go collect people off the street is honestly astounding.
- He was like, super art blocked and could not come up with another idea for a duck, and it was starting to piss both of you off.
- So you do your little thing and walk off by yourself to collect another person to help come up with some sweet succulent duck ideas.
- Well turn out, creepy people exist in hell (surprise surprises).
- So a creepy ass guy follows you to the palace and when you get back Lucifer panics.
- He was worried you died or something and was about to go find you when you show up with a rando behind you.
- Lucifer politely scolds you for running off like that, but before you could introduce him to the guy you found to help, the guy left.
- So you give up and instead devote a lot of your time to making a new rubber duck
- Lucifer ends up making a duck that can track where you are incase you go wandering off again.
This was so funny to write, I hope y'all enjoyed reading it!
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