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[agent-green-ultra]

Tumblr's being a bit strange with me, some commands just won't execute and all, which, bummer, i wanted to do something with those :(

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[tls123]

— WHY DO YOU THINK I RETURNED?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

🌊✨ :]

[reki-of-the-valley]

Not to be a literature major on main but my favorite misconception is that you can't show a writer anything new about their work because they wrote it. Like babes, you think writers know what they're doing half of the time? Of course they don't. They have a general idea, but they probably missed that color symbolism you've been obsessed with. Or maybe they're aware it's there but the way you took it is totally different from the way they thought about it.

So please, if you get excited over a certain wording or a specific image, say it! Even if you can't explain it! Just say it!!

[coolspacequips]

Been so long since I've seen some homophobic violently abusive McClain family bullshit and the streak is finally... broken

[liebelesbe]

how to tell your friends who you told you'd love to live with them and that you'd start looking for a job that um actually you changed your mind haha oops?

[celestialsonata7]

"You're valid."

Oh boy, that got me. *deepbreathfightthetearsdeepbreath* XD I can't even begin to fully express my appreciation for this. Thank you so much. Those two words alone can be so powerful and it seems silly and insignificant but that's just want I need to hear sometimes. Thank you.

These last three days have been a roller coaster of being emotionally strung and then drained and over again that it's felt more like a week.

A break might just be a good idea. If I ever do post in this fandom again it might not be for a while. I'm still iffy on even reblogging things from it now for fear that I'll just play into the narrative that has been painted of me. I know everyone's telling me not to care what those people think or let them effect my blogging and I'm trying my best to follow that advice. I do really want to keep posting in the fandom; my Drafts are still full of finished sets that I worked hard on, and felt proud of, and wanted to post. I haven't deleted anything yet, like I had said I might. These messages help more and more to convince me to keep them.

Hopefully I get the confidence back to post them sometime, maybe when I'm a little more emotionally stable. XD And hopefully sooner rather than later. I guess we'll see.

Thank you all again for the continued and constant support. You don't even know how much it means to me, as someone who has never been in an active fandom before, and never really been able to talk about my favorite media with anyone or had friends in the fandom, or been able to create things for it. It's just so nice to know that the kind people do exist out there, and they noticed me and my creations briefly. X) Thank you.

[trophywifejimgordon]

RLT, gotham writers, literally every fucking one who gets asked about oswald’s development this season: oh yeah, penguin is going to really become an absolute monster. he’s just going to really become a being of pure evil. you’re going to hate him

oswald, three episodes in: has a literal “pet the dog” moment, realigns himself with the heroes, has a sympathetic scene where he cradles ANOTHER person he cares for in his arms as they die, helps save haven (well... after putting it in danger in the first place), and oh, don’t forget that the one true monstrous thing he’s done that we’re supposed to hate him for was killing tabitha... a sadistic murderer who killed his mother.

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

So confused again. Happy, but confused. Maybe a bit too many details about the....dynamic me n Mr. V have in here but I just gotta get the thoughts out somewhere.

He met up with Silk a couple of nights ago n since then has been...really good to me? The way he was before I fucked it up? I don't know why. I thought it'd be just another one of those quick ones to get him off n make sure he's still got me hooked, but he still hasn't gone back to bein mean again.

He's usin all the pet names he used to, too... It'd been so long. I guess he didn't wanna call me that when he was upset with me, but I'm finally his perfect little doll again. He keeps tellin me he loves that I was made for him n that I feel perfect. That I'm all his n he's gonna take care of me.

It feels so good but I still worry it's a trick n he's gonna get cruel again soon.

[sparklingsin]

— keep taking my breath away | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x reader

summary: steve is known for his confidence and charisma, but it doesn't take much from you to turn your boyfriend into an awkward fumbling mess. full request here.

tags: post season 4 (we assume we had a happy ending) no spoilers, suggestive themes, fluff, flirting, steve being a himbo

note: my first steve fic, sorry if this is a little rough but i am writing a oneshot after so long. thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated!

Steve’s trying to pay attention, he really is, but the lady standing before him is droning on and on about the plot of a movie that sounds shittier than 'Teen Wolf' and he can’t help but wish he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“I have no idea what this movie is, ma’am,” he says, for the umpteenth time, trying not to lose his cool in front of a customer. 

“How is it that you’re an employee of the films and you have no idea which one this is?” She questions, scrunching her forehead in a way that ages her thirty years.

Steve sighs, trying his hardest to bite back the words that are on the tip of his tongue but then suddenly, Robin’s there — slinging an arm around his shoulder and turning to face the brat in an old lady costume.

“What can I help you with, ma'am?” she asks and Steve groans, turning away from the scene, because the lady has decided to resume her story from the very beginning. He simply cannot listen to that again.

Robin finds him half an hour later, arranging a stack of tapes that had been toppled over by a kid and the look of pure exhaustion on her face makes him snicker. Robin, clearly not amused, gives him the finger and blows a raspberry at him.

“What even was the movie?” he asks, still smirking, as Robin bends down to start sorting the titles at the bottom of the rack.

“Return of the Jedi,” she says and Steve frowns.

“Huh. Didn't seem like she was talking about jedis at all. Guess I wasn’t listening,” he says, placing the horror titles on the top shelf — The Serpent — huh, he’d have to check that out later.

“Of course, you only have ears if they’re hot babes,” Robin teases and Steve throws her an unamused look.

“Need I remind you — I am very much taken,” he says, standing up on his tip toes to place the rest of the tapes higher up on the shelf.

“Riiiiight,” Robin says, using Steve’s leg to hoist herself up and Steve makes a big show of shaking her off his leg. “Y/N L/N liking you is a major mystery I’m trying to solve.”

Steve stares at her in mock dismay.

"I’ll solve it for ya. It’s all thanks to my irresistable charm," Steve replies, walking backwards towards the counter and Robin scrunches her nose in distaste. He punctuates the sentence by pushing the door to the counter open with his hip and flourishing his hands.

"I’m pretty sure you're holding her hostage. Vecna style," Robin muses and Steve throws a cardboard flyer at her without looking, staring intently at the computer that’s spewing some random text on the screen. Not again.

A dull thud followed by a squeaky yelp lets him know that he hit the mark.

Just then, he hears the chime of the bell placed on the door of the video store and he looks up to see you, his girlfriend — the love of my life, he thinks — walk in, looking as resplendent as ever, dressed in his favorite color. The shade brings out the most unique features of your face and he falls in love all over again — in that very second.

"Hi," you say, coyly, as you lean against the counter, lips splitting into a smile that's more beautiful than the stars he has counted lying awake, dreaming about you.

He has to resist the urge to jump over the counter and smother you in a hug.

“Hi,” he says softly, the smirk in his eyes playfully mirroring yours. “How can I help someone as beautiful as you, today?”

The slightlest quiver of your eyebrow doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but you meet his eyes with the same, unwavering smile. “I wanted to return this,” you say, extracting a VHS tape from the bag on your arm and placing it on top of the counter.

It is a slightly battered copy of ‘The Spy who Loved Me’. Steve recognises it from the time he watched it with you, a couple of nights ago. Well, less watched, and more — used it as background noise for other activities.

Steve tries to take the copy from underneath your fingers, but not before his arm grazes your knuckles. Your hands are warm, just like your pretty smile and he finds himself getting lost in the crinkles around your eyes.

“Er - How’d ya like it?” he asks, shaking himself out of his trance and playing into whatever it is that you two now have going on. 

“It was alright, I was looking for something…,” you stare at him a second too long and then behind him, before looking back at him again, “— adult.”

Robin coughs right then beside him and he only then realises she’d been standing there the whole time. Steve quirks an incredulous eyebrow at her; and Robin pretends to cock a gun and shoot at her head with it, rolling her eyes. He makes an annoyed face at her that he hopes conveys the emotion somewhere between — "please go away" and "don't judge us”, before turning his attention back to you, and you’re tonguing your cheek as if trying to hold back laughter.

It brings back the smile on his face.

“S’sorry about that, where were we?” he asks, leaning back on the counter once more, so that his face is now a mere inches from yours.

Holy Hell, you always smell like a meadow and it drives him crazy.

“I said,” you drawl, running the tip of your nail across the line in his palm, not quite looking at him, “I was looking for something more adult.” 

You tilt your face ever so slightly and only then do your words register.

Oh.

“Wh- w- We’re a family video store actually s— ,” what the hell, Harrington—  he bites his own tongue before he can complete the sentence.

He really hadn’t expected you to say that, to corner him like this at work, while he was trying to make four bucks and it is the only reason he was caught off-guard. Not the fact that you were also just ever so gently chewing at your lower lip.

“So, you can’t help me?” you ask, feigning a pout, and that just about makes him lose his mind.

“I never said that, sweetheart,” he says, letting his voice drop and roll over you just the way you like it, shaking off whatever magic you were working on him.

“Is that what you call all of the babes that come here?” you ask, running a finger over his knuckles. You’ve now moved onto sketching something across his hands and he really really wats to kiss you.

“‘Course not,” he replies, twisting his hand to smoothly take yours into his and the manueveur takes a little of the air out of you. Point Steve. 

“It’s only for you. Cause you’re different,” he says, softly, caressing your hand with his thumb. “You’re special.”

“Just how am I special?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

There’s a slight purr in your voice that’s got him tingling in all the right places and he can’t help but blush when you trail a finger up his arm. Your nails scratch at his skin followed by the tips that soothe it and he lets out an involuntary sigh.

“Because you’re my girl,” he says, simply. 

And it’s the truth. He thinks��� knows —you’re the only one for him, the only one that is capable of making his heart beat in all sorts of crazy ways.

He leans over further then, so that his lips are grazing the shell of your ears, “If I could, I’d show you just how special you are.”

To his surprise, when he leans back, you’re still smiling. Okay, he’d expected you to be a little shocked, but the grin on your face tells him he’s not prepared for whatever you’re about to say.

“Why don’t you then, baby boy?” you ask and everything inside him melts. He wasn’t prepared.

You’re always calling him something. It’s Stevie when you’re in a mood to get pampered, Harrington if you want him to know he pissed you off, Babe everywhere else and Love, when it’s just the two of you in the quiet company of each other.

But- baby boy. It’s different, it’s new and Steve can’t figure out why it has him gasping for air.

“I - er - um,” he stutters, as you lean across the counter, casting your eyes down at his lips slowly, purposely. He watches your eyelashes gently brush the top of your cheeks before you look up at him again, a twinkle in your eyes that he recognises from more private times.

It has his heart thudding against his chest.

Something shifts in your eyes as he struggles to find words, to say something, but he merely gulps instead. The air feels too hot suddenly.

He watches, still speechless, as you throw a cautious glance around you, and then you’re leaning over the counter to grab him by his collar. The next thing he knows — your lips are on his, and god, he could never get tired of kissing those soft, plush lips.

“Jeez, baby,” he groans when you pull away - only a couple of seconds later - “This is a professional work environment, someone could see!”

You fold your arms across your chest then, still leaning over the counter and quirk an eyebrow at him. You lipstick is slightly smudged, hair a little messy but you look hot and — what is he doing behind this damn counter.

“So you don’t want to meet me in the backroom for a quickie before I go?” you ask innocently, lowering your voice so only he can hear you.

Steve doesn’t even have time to pick his jaw from the floor before you’re turning around and pushing the door to the store open. You’re almost out of the door, just as the gears in Steve’s head finally start turning.

"Baby, I didn’t say that!” he yells, leaping over the counter and almost tripping after you.

He reaches you just in time, pulling your arm so that you turn and come face to face with him, his chest bumping against your own.

“I didn’t say that,” he repeats, letting his hands drift to your waist, pulling you closer.

You purse your lips, thinking. Your mock annoyance is hard to take seriously, but he plays along.

“Where is your boss, Harrington?”

“Him too? I was thinking it could be just the two of us—” he begins and you’re already laughing, slapping his arm playfully before burying your face in his chest.

“I missed you,” he whispers after a moment, hugging you back, inhaling whatever it is that makes you smell like heaven on earth.

“I missed you too,” you mumble into his chest, words coming out muffled. It's so easy for the two of you to be together like this, he doesn't even care if his boss might actually see.

You stand there for a bit, encased in each others arms before Steve pulls back.

“But seriously,” he says, “should we go to the backroom?”

“Steve!"

please read: i am not going to be taking tagging requests but i am setting up a fic library where i will only reblog my original work. so you can follow it and turn on post notifications to be notified whenever i post a new fic.

[ssentimentals]

dating mingyu feels like..

being loved for your flaws, not despite them. mingyu falls hard and falls fast, and for him all the wonders of the world don't come close to you. he's tripping over his own feet in a rush to be next to you, to take your hand and shout to the whole world that you are his and he is yours.

('gyu, look at that sunset!' you shout and turn around to check if he's paying attention only to find him with a camera focused on you, obviously taking multiple pictures when you were not looking. 'gyuu,' you whine, embarrassed. 'stop taking pictures of me, capture the beauty of this sunset!'

'i am capturing the beauty,' he comments and laughs, when you pretend to gag. 'what? i will print it and put it into my wallet!')

mingyu is the 'you are always on my mind' and 'i am counting days and hours till i see you again' kind of guy. he feels a lot towards you and he's not ashamed to remind you over and over again of what you mean to him (text message with 'i miss youuuu' featuring bunch of hearts of all colors because he's extra like that, audio messages with declarations of love, phone calls just to tell you that he loves you).

he is such an 'act of service love language' type of guy: cleans the house if he knows you hate doing so, cooks to lift up your mood, walks your dog if you have some other tasks to close, learns your favorite orders by heart so he'll know what to bring. he wants to look reliable in your eyes and he's there whenever you need a warm embrace or a shoulder to cry on.

(you sniff and hiccup, reaching for glass of water while mingyu wipes away tears from your eyes. he swipes his thumb over your cheeks and pulls you in, holding you close. 'i didn't want to spoil our night,' you mumble, pushing away a little so you could look into his eyes. 'the stress pent up and i just couldn't take it anymore. i'm so sorry, gyu.'

'don't apologize, there's nothing to be sorry for,' he assures and leans in. your eyes close on instinct and he kisses both of your eyelids, cradling your face in his hands. it's something so intimate that you hide your face in his chest then, not being able to face him. 'if anything, i'm happy you shared with me, that you feel safe to do so.'

'of course,' you utter, rubbing your nose on the soft material of his hoodie. 'you are my rock.'

maybe it's your imagination but it feels like his heart started beating faster at those words. his arms tighten around you and his voice is a little shaky, filled with raw emotions as he whispers: 'that's all i want to be.')

dates with mingyu consist of him worrying too much over everything being perfect ('no, but it was supposed to go like that! this was not the plan!), him buying you anything you find cute and not listening to your protests, him holding your hand proudly and taking bunch of pictures ('those are memories of your happy moments, we need to collect and treasure them!').

(mingyu's pouting and you chuckle, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. he tries to hide his smile but corners of his lips keep twitching much to your amusement. 'baby, really, it's alright, i like rain.'

'but now we don't have the good view because of the clouds,' he points out, still sulking a little. 'it was supposed to be very clear and pretty, i specifically picked this day!'

'aw, gyu, it's still perfect.' you convince him, wrapping arms around his torso. 'i liked everything about this date, you planned it perfectly.'

'apart from the weather.'

'even you can't control the weather,' you say. he doesn't look fully happy yet, so to make him smile you add even if it makes your insides twist: 'you know what you have a full control over though? my heart.'

a second passes and then he gasps loudly and cheshire cat grin adorns his face. 'oh my god, i rubbed off on you!' he starts clapping, enjoying your embarrassment. the amount of pick up lines you hear from him on a daily basis is honestly horrific, but mingyu has zero shame in using them unlike you. 'not bad for the first try! i knew you'd eventually give in and become like me, you know.')

dating mingyu is like throwing away the cloak of invisibility and being finally seen. he sees the real you (not the picture perfect version side you show to vast majority) and he loves the real you with his whole heart. he makes you feel truly wanted and his personal goal is to make sure you love yourself as much as he loves you (which is a whole lot, by the way).

a/n: this was requested by two anons and i hope you liked this, dears, let me know if you did!

link to my other works is here and i'm still accepting requests, so drop a message in my inbox or simply come to say hi <3 -nini

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[veenxys]

「How JJK Characters act when they have a crush on you」

⤷ Gojou

he would be slow to notice his feelings, but he doesn't bother hiding it when he does. casually flirts a lot with you, but does so in a playful or subtle way. sometimes, his eyes subconsciously drop to your lips when talking to you. so many little touches like slight brushes of the fingertips, a light rub of shoulders, or a game of footsie under the table. is endearingly protective over you and defends you a lot. he tries to make you laugh – either laugh along with you or looks at you with big hearty eyes as you laugh until your cheeks hurt. tries to impress you with random skills he's acquired just to get you to praise him. asks you to text or call him when you get home, or often offers to walk you home himself. unknowingly smiles so big while texting you and lowkey gets embarrassed when someone points it out or when he notices his own reflection in his phone screen.

⤷ Itadori

he would try to become your best friend before he even realize he has feelings for you; from the beginning he wanted you to trust him, to see him as your safe haven in the same way he saw you. and he also makes sure everyone knows that you two are close as the idea of ​​someone taking you away from him torments him more than he could explain. his friends would get tired or even find it funny how much he talks about you, how he checks his cell phone every minute to check if you texted him. when he asks you out with his friends, he ends up ignoring everyone just to talk to you; and sometimes he gets so excited to talk to you that he ends up stuttering and that's when he realizes that damn, he's fallen so hard for you.

⤷ Fushiguro

looks at you as if you should be protected at all costs, but also admires you and thinks highly of you; he notices your little quirks and habits and finds them cute and charming, and unintentionally ends up catching them too. he always wants your opinion on things because he cares what you think; so he’ll casually ask your opinion on which shirt color looks best on him. he also loves talking to you; he often asks you questions about your life and things you like - and always makes a mental note of everything you say. he also wants to be updated on your life and keeps you updated on his. lots of eye contact; soft but deep and intense looks that only the two of you understand.

⤷ Nobara

her face literally lights up when she sees you; more smiley around you but is also generally chill. she always tries to start conversations with you and keeps the flow going because she loves talking to you - and she always ignores everything and everyone around her just to talk to you. she is slow to notice her feelings, so her friends are more likely to notice first. she loves teasing you and loves it even more when you tease her back, it always makes her heart race faster. she’s also the type who probably won’t look away when you make eye contact, but also get nervous and annoyed when someone interrupts the moment. she initiates dates with just the two of you and likes to take you to her favorite places, but claims it’s not a date unless you want to.

⤷ Maki

likes to tease you, but in a good-natured way that makes you blush and your heart race. her voice and posture change with you, but when someone mentions it she gets nervous and says it’s a lie - but you both know it’s true. she also invites you to do simple things with her like; have breakfast together or just go for a walk in the late afternoon because she wants to enjoy every minute with you; she also loves discovering new things about you, what you love or hate, what you dream or desire. she always supports you in your goals and wants you to know that she will always be on your side. persistent looks and touches when you’re around people as if the two of you are in your own little world.

⤷ Geto

he becomes more talkative and cheerful around you and tends to ask a lot of questions about you; he tries not to overdo it, but he is just genuinely curious and interested. he tries to find excuses to touch you; subtly grab your hand a little longer after a high-five or ask for your hand so he can “palm-read” or compare your hand sizes for the hundredth time. persistent and deep looks and touches when you are around people and especially when you are alone. always buy snacks or sweets that you like. if you casually make a comment about how great a certain color looks on him, he will remember that and wear that color even more around you just to hear you compliment him. he likes to sit in front of you just to watch your face and affectionately give you his full attention while you talk and it’s in those moments that he finally realizes how much he wants you.

⤷ Nanami

it would take him a while to realize his feelings for you, and when he does, he tries to deny it to himself; he didn’t want to fall in love now, but it was impossible not to fall in love with you. he would take some time, but he’d let his feelings blossom in his heart; he’d be subtle and gentle in his gestures, but each one would be affectionate and deeply sincere; like being more gentlemanly with you and even more talkative around you; he loves to hear you talk and discover a little more of your universe and, with you, he allows himself to let his guard down. if someone asks him to describe his ideal type, his mind goes to you immediately as he describes your qualities. in a room full of people, he always finds himself wondering where you are as his eyes look around, the indescribable and pure glow in his eyes when you lock eyes from across the room.

⤷ Toji

he protects and takes care of you in little ways; he puts his arm in front of you or shields you with his body in crowded places. he offers to walk you to your house, car, or bus station at night. he also becomes softer and more indulgent; he willingly puts up with your teasings and sass without retaliating much. if you pay just a bit of attention, you’ll see the little lingering smile on his face at your witty remarks. he likes to gaze at you a lot; sometimes unknowingly and sometimes knowingly because he can’t help it. and there’s a certain kind of fondness and pureness in his eyes, but sometimes there’s also a sense of sadness to his gaze like he’s realizing he’s catching feelings for someone who might not feel the same; that you could break his heart to pieces and he would let you. and when you ask him why he’s looking at you like that, he smiles a small smile, his eyes softening before he says, “you know why,”

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

Soul Animal Obey Me AU

MC arrives in the Devildom but it's without their animal, the animal that represents their soulmate. Diavolo quickly makes it right, but the animal in question is a bit shocking.

Lucifer

when you race to the trailer with your soul animal, he's beyond shocked to see the beautiful black mustang that comes out. its eyes are red and one look tells Lucifer that it's a piece of himself.

he knows that must mean the sweet and hard headed horse he's had for the last -goodness he's lost track of the years-. but it doesn't matter, that's you, your soul animal as much as its his.

Lucifer takes it upon himself to escort you and your steed to the stables. he doesn't even get all of the way there before your horse snorts and calls out, the returning sound one he knows well. you're both left still as he gets out of your grip and somehow his beautiful ride had escaped it's stall.

you both end up having to corral them into a pasture together since they refuse to move apart.

"would you like to talk? say, at a cafe, parhaps? i know a good one nearby." yeah . . . that sounds like a good idea, you apparently have a lot to discuss.

Mammon

the dog that tackles you and you hug tight right back feels oddly familiar. he's not sure what's going on until you tell them that it's a golden retriever even though its coat is pure white. and oddly enough, it's not because it's an albino, its eyes are deep blue in color.

mammon's breath catches and he finds himself locking eyes with the dog, who quickly gets excited and tries to drag you into the house, barking.

he's running off to his room, hoping he's not wrong, to find his own dog barking and whining on the other side of the door. the minute he opens it, it takes off and he's running to find you stand there shell shocked as the two fall together, yipping and rubbing on each other.

good luck separating them. ever. the only difference between Mammon and doggo mammon is that the dog doesn't have any reservations or tsundere tendencies (most of the time)

Leviathan

Levi really couldn't care less about this human, much less a human normie. but he needs you to get a pact with Mammon so he can have his money back.

but he's still beyond shocked when he finds you late to your night meet up in the kitchen! he needed you, but checking his phone, you never even saw his texts! stupid human normie, making him go find you- are in the fucking pool?

who goes to the pool this late- oh, didn't lucifer say your soul animal was a sea animal? yeah, something about not having a proper tank yet in your room so the pool had been temporarily renovated for it. you're probably visiting it. he gets that, his animal is . . . a . . .

Levi's brain blue screens as he sees you in a swimsuit playing with an octopus, grinning wide as it clings to you.

once he reboots he flails and turns bright red, surprising you, but he found himself grabbing you, octopus still on your arm, to drag you to his room where he lets you see the small octopus in his tank playing with Henry. both end up in his tank and he's just too shocked to say much.

at least until you admit to the clue Lucifer gave you about Mammon's credit card, then its back on the mission!

. . . The embarrassing stuff can come later.

Satan

a cat? your soul animal is a cat? wonderful! he's overjoyed and makes sure hes there when you're called down to come get it.

he was not expecting the sheer size of it, thats no house cat, its a wild cat.

not only that, but the hissing and angry blond thing that shot out at you, curled up against you and hissed at the very large carrier, green eyes furious. well it shocked him.

you're trying to calm it and he watches, unmoving as your pets and soft words quickly calm its rage- no, its pure wrath.

the bobcat calms under your touch and he finally regains his composure when it growls at Lucifer when he came close. one glance at its eyes as he approaches tells Satan all he needs to know.

he doesn't bother offering it his hand, only smirks at you and asks if you think your bobcat would like to meet his, leaving you spluttering at the meaning behind the words.

once the pair of cats meet, a bit after you'd recovered from the shock, they get along swimmingly and the blonde soul cat of him lays as yours starts grooming him, listening to a recording of an audiobook Satan played.

after they're settled down in their room, he decides its only appropriate to take you out to a cat cafe to talk.

Asmodeus

the little thing in the carrier Lucifer has in whining so sadly, Asmo feels sad hearing it. you rush over and quickly take it, opening the cage and taking out the upset little fox inside.

Asmo's shocked but is the fastest to recover after seeing what was clearly a piece of himself in a different form. he simply watches at first though.

he watches you comfort it from it's traumatic journey to you from the human realm and your'e calling Lucifer a meanie for being so uncaring about its comfort.

hes very happy you treat this adorable fox so well, and a few questiosn about him tells Asmo all he needs to know. he invites you to his room later to get some new ribbon to dress your fox up in and you accept the offer.

you have no idea that his own fox is in his room until the foxes are chittering and playing together and he's standing at your back, purring in your ear an apology and an 'oh, did i not mention that?'

he won't do anything you're not comfortable with but you don't leave his room for a while as you, at the very least, talk about your pets and how you've spent years pampering them.

Beelzebub

he's glad you've gotten your soul animal, he'd be super upset if he ever had to be without his. it's a super sweet dog but its been sad since belphie left, so it tends to stick around their room and you don't go in their room.

you think its nice his soul animal cares about his twin as much as it cares about him, and you're glad Beel's decided to wait with you for it to come.

Beel's eating when you gasp and nearly chokes on his food when he spots the large dog coming around the corner.

he watches as you hug and pet the happy big absolutely giant dog and Diavolo, who'd been holding its leash, asks what it is.

you say its a belgian malenois, and he's coughing again. you look worried but he's blushing as he gives you a little grin and admits that he can sense and smell you your soul animal is actually a piece of him and that his dog looks a lot like you.

you don't quite believe him until he accidentally destorys a wall in your room and you end up in his, at which pint your dogs are best friends and the dog version of him is sharing its food with the dog version of you.

Beel's overjoyed when you start to get closer as a result. he finds that he doesn't mind sharing his food with you too after getting to know you.

he's beyond horrified when his dog is whining and obviously hurting before going limp, just barely not dead. hes far more shocked and angry when he finds Belphie in the house and dragging your almost-corpse behind him, grinning all the while.

Belphegor

Belphie's cat is the only one who knew where Lucifer had trapped him.

Lucifer had tried three times to kick the cat out and change the barriers to stop it, either trapping it in with Belphie or keeping it our entirely, but every time it managed to get past them. so instead Lucifer let it be.

belphie was glad, beel would help him, his other brothers probably would, but that was if any of them knew he was there. only his cat knew he was there.

he was glad though, his cat was the one who was always there for him.

he was beyond shocked though to wake up one day, bored, to hear purring, and he was even mroe shocked to find a cat with purple purple, the tips of its long fur tinged in white, laying with his cat and purring at it.

there was no dman way! its couldn't be! he was going to kick the cat out, refusing to beleive it, but his cat stopped him. Belphie was shocked, his cat had never hissed at him or been angry with him before! but now it was, it was angry and protecting this- this other cat.

after that, no matter how much it hurt him or how upset it made him cat, he ignored the cat.

eventually though, the new human found their way to him, and he decided to use that to his advantage. he didn't care, but you clearly cared about helping him, so he convinced you to help him.

he honestly never believed you'd be able to do it, but in the end he woke up and found you there, the door open, and he opened his arms. you went in for a hug, just like he knew you would.

he's whispering in your ear as you struggle to breath when a soft thump and painfully weak meow drags his attention to the cat that had fallen off his bed. his cat. the cat . . . that looked like you, as much as the other cat looked like . . . him.

human- humans killed lilith, he hated them and he wanted you dead . . . but that was his cat unable to breathe and he was watching it die. he was killing it himself- Belphie let go and scrambled back from you in a panic.

the reality of everything he'd been denying finally set in, and tears fell from his cheeks as he watched and didn't even turn when he heard steps and wings ruffling as they rushed up the stairs. he hears Lucifer in the doorway behind him but didn't move. couldn't move.

"I killed my soulmate." he breathed before breaking down and sobbing, clawing at his carpet. Lilith would hate him for this, he just knew it.

and then you melt away into dust and he can't breathe, but a meow and cat in the form of himself grabs his attention and he follows it as it leads him out, Lucifer at his back, until it leads him to a room with Barbatos, you, and his cat.

he'll never hurt you again, he'll never let anything hurt you again, just please don't hate him.

the fact that you forgave him and loved him despite what he did to you is something he'll never take for granted.

Part 2 with the Datables

[yuujispinkhair]

Comfort from the King

When you catch the flu, your Yakuza husband is there to take care of you.

Pairing: Yakuza!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: Mentions of flu symptoms, crime-related themes, Yakuza, there is some blood on Sukuna's clothes. All characters are of age. My blog is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This story is set in my Yakuza AU, but you can read it without reading the main story. All you need to know is that reader is married to Yakuza King Sukuna.

I wrote this for a request I got for Yakuza!Sukuna taking care of his wife when she is sick. I hope it can offer you some comfort! Get well soon! 

It happens pretty fast. Suddenly you feel dizzy and too hot, and an hour later a dull headache makes your head pound uncomfortably. The short nap you take on the couch doesn't help. You feel even more drowsy afterwards. You barely make it to the kitchen to get some aspirin and water.

A temperature check tells you that you have a fever. Great. Just great. You caught the flu, apparently. You slowly walk to the master bedroom, falling onto the luxurious bed with a pained sigh. All you want to do is sleep.

For a moment, you contemplate texting someone. Your first thought is Sukuna, of course. But you know that your husband has a lot of work today. He told you this morning that he has some important business in the casino.

You could also ask your bodyguard Nobara to come over. Or maybe Yuuji, your brother-in-law. But on the other hand, they have other things to do too. Nobara was happy about the free day and wanted to go on a shopping spree. And Yuuji has a lot of work with his arcades and pachinkos and the pizza delivery service too. You would feel bad about bothering them.

So you put your phone back down and tell yourself that you'll be fine. Sleep will have to do!

Several hours later, you wake up from a restless sleep filled with fever dreams. Your pulse is racing, you feel dizzy, and the headache is back, even worse than before. But you feel too weak to get up and get more painkillers.

You groan as you roll onto your left side and press your burning face onto your pillow, hoping that the silk bedding will provide some comfort.

It's already dark outside. The city lights sparkle in the near distance, a million little lights in countless skyscrapers, joined by neon signs and the busy Tokyo traffic.

Usually, you love this time of day, when the city turns into this colorful sea of lights. But tonight, you can't see the beauty in it. Instead, the lights hurt your eyes, and you turn back onto your right side, facing away from the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The penthouse lies in darkness, except for the dim lights in the hallway, which buzzed to life when the light sensors noticed the growing darkness. It's completely quiet in here. How late is it?

Your hand pats weakly at the pillow in search of your phone. You find it and lift it with a shaky hand. Almost 8:00 pm. You slept so long, yet you feel like you ran a marathon. Your whole body aches, and you feel cold sweat on your temples. The fever must have gotten higher. You are so cold, your body is trembling slightly and your teeth chatter as you pull the blanket tighter around yourself.

A sudden longing hits you, making tears gather in your eyes. You want Sukuna here with you. You feel so sick, so weak, and all you want is for your big and strong husband to pull you into his arms and hold you.

Just as you finish that thought, you hear the faint sound of the elevator door opening. Sukuna is home! Almost as if he sensed that you were thinking of him. Sometimes you think he has some secret superpower like that. He always seems to know when you need him.

His velvety voice calls out:

"Darling, I'm home! Where are you?"

"H...here...in the bedroom."

Your voice comes out hoarsely, followed by an immediate cough. You press a hand to your chest as your whole body shakes from coughing so hard when your husband's familiar tall and muscular figure appears in the dimly lit doorframe.

"What's wrong? Why are you in bed?"

Even in the almost dark room, you can see his eyes sparkle as he fixes you with an intense, searching gaze.

A second later, he crosses the small distance between the door and the bed with several long strides. The mattress dips lightly when he sits down and leans over you.

A large hand lands on your arm, warm and comforting. And then Sukuna's low voice speaks soothingly to you,

"Are you sick?"

You nod slightly as Sukuna's hand wanders to your forehead, pressing gently against it. He makes a soft sound, a light gasp, before taking his hand off your forehead and wrapping his strong arms around you, to pull you into his comforting embrace.

"Poor thing, come here! You have a fever, hm?"

You can't stop a sob from escaping your lips as you snuggle bonelessly into your husband's arms and press your face against his buff chest. He feels so warm and solid, so comforting.

You inhale his scent. Expensive perfume and traces of cigarette smoke on his suit. He probably had to meet a business partner in one of the backrooms of the casino. There's also a faint iron smell indicating that your husband had some rather tough business to deal with today.

It should be terrifying to smell traces of blood on your husband's clothes. But it isn't. Not to you. Not when it comes to Sukuna. You know his job. You know everything about it and about him. The King can be ruthless and deadly with the ones who threaten him and his loved ones. But here with you, he is the most caring and loving man you have ever met.

"Kuna...I'm so glad you're home."

It feels so good to be in his arms and snuggle against his broad chest. One of his hands comes up to pet your hair soothingly.

"If I had known you were sick, I would have come home sooner. Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want to bother you at work. It's just a fever, Kuna. I thought a bit of sleep would be enough. It's not like you could have done anything anyway."

At that Sukuna pulls slightly away to look at you. His large hand cups your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, making you look at him.

You're still feeling dizzy, and everything looks a bit blurry to you at the moment. But you still admire the handsome face in front of you.

Sukuna is beautiful. A face that would be far too pretty for a Yakuza boss if it weren't for the black filigree lines showing everyone how powerful this stunning man is. But he looks at you with nothing but love in his gaze. His pretty maroon eyes glitter in the dimly lit bedroom as his thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a tender caress.

"I am the King of Tokyo. I can do anything."

The comment could be arrogant, said to a business partner. Or threatening, said to an enemy. But here in your bedroom, it is said with an amused tone. The typical boyish smirk spreads over Sukuna's handsome face, and he adds:

"You know you are always more important to me than anything else. So for the future, keep it in mind: You call me or text me when you aren't feeling well, ok? And I will find a way to help you. Either I come home to you and look after you myself. Or if that isn't possible, I send someone over. Nobara is literally always on stand-by. And Yuuji would be very willing to take care of you too, you know that. Please get it into your pretty head: You never bother me. I will always take care of you, no matter what. Even if it just means bringing you soup and aspirin."

You feel the corners of your lips lift in a soft smile, despite your exhaustion. Your heart feels so full.

"You're the best husband."

Sukuna blesses you with one of his genuine smiles, so dazzling and pretty that it still makes you stare in rapt fascination anytime it happens.

He leans closer again and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as his strong arms envelop you once again in his comforting embrace.

"Get some more rest, darling. And I'll make you something to eat."

You can only nod as your husband's strong hands gently make you lie back down on the bed. You mumble a soft thanks before drifting off to another round of sleep as the exhaustion wins again.

The next time you wake up is when Sukuna walks back into the bedroom, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of freshly cooked soup and a large glass of water, and some more aspirin.

He must have taken a shower because his pink hair is slightly damp, and he changed into comfy grey cashmere sweatpants that ride low on his hips. He doesn't wear a shirt. Even in your current drowsy state, you can't help but admire the sharp v-line and the defined abs and pecs. A strong body full of gorgeous muscles and filigree tattoos.

A body that is very warm and comforting when you are snuggled against it twenty minutes later after you finished eating your soup and your husband carried you bridal style to the bathroom and back to bed before handing you the pills and the glass of water, watching you with a stern but loving gaze to make sure you drank everything.

And now he is hugging you from behind, keeping you warm and making you feel loved. You sigh happily and close your tired eyes.

Sukuna is so big and strong. His hugs always make you feel safe. But tonight, it feels even more comforting than usual. The fever makes you feel weak and over-emotional, tears welling up all too easily because of the exhaustion, pain, and overall feeling of helplessness. But here in Sukuna's arms, everything is ok again. 

He is warm and comforting. He is your home, just like you are his. Even his voice is soothing to you, a low and tender whisper:

"How are you feeling, my love?"

"Hmmm, still lousy, but your soup and your hugs help... maybe I should have really called you."

"Yes, you should have. Don't hesitate to do it next time. You're my Queen and my wife. You're my everything. I love you. I want to take care of you, darling. Always."

And you know that it is true. Because Itadori Sukuna is a man of his word.

"I love you too, baby. Thank you for taking care of me."

You can feel him smile against your neck upon hearing the pet name, and his muscular arms tighten around you even more as he pulls you against his firm body.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. This is part of the package. See it as my all-inclusive deal. And you are the only one who gets all the benefits."

His words make you chuckle, but it turns into a loud yawn. You put a hand on top of Sukuna's, where it's resting lovingly beneath your breasts.

"So tired... 'm gonna sleep again... g'night, Kuna..."

"Good night, my love. Get well soon."

And this time, you fall asleep in your husband's strong arms. His muscular, firm body is pressed tightly against your back, strong arms holding you safely in his embrace while soft lips trail gentle kisses over your neck, and his low velvety voice whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Words of love and affection that are even more precious somehow because they come from a man who is feared by everyone else in this city. But not by you. Because to you, Sukuna is your lovingly devoted husband.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope this little story can give you some comfort! Yakuza!Sukuna always makes me feel better. There's just something about a powerful and dangerous man like him going all sweet and caring for the ones he loves that makes me weak! It was nice to write for Daddy Kuna again :)

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

[willowedwisteria]

⁂~The System~⁂

Summary -> The classic SAGAU plot but with a little something extra!

Note -> Yes, I know, I said I lost interest. But hey, motivation strikes you randomly. This is kind of cult, kind of SAGAU, so...

Chapter 2/Chapter 3

A game. That's what Genshin was. You say "was" because it used to be just a game to you. The memories of grinding endlessly for materials, the excitement bursting in you once you see the golden glow on your screen while wishing, how invested you were in the mountains of lore buried into just one game - that was your connection with the game at first.

Just imagine your inner shock when you found yourself basking in the shade of the massive oak tree planted in Windrise. The sunlight that beamed through the lacing of leaves had awoken you from your sleep, the calm zephyr around you felt almost comforting with the hinting smell of mints and herbs around.

Is this Genshin? You question why you even thought of that. Genshin's just a game! Yet, you could see packs of hillichurls and slimes bouncing around the vicinity.

Before you could accustom yourself to your surroundings in the state of your confusion, the world around you begins to glitch. The windrise tree you laid your back onto suddenly faded. It was pitch black with nothing around you.

The sound of a bell rang once and you saw a blue, floating digital screen appear in front of you. You carefully read the text on it.

Welcome, anomaly.

"Anomaly?" You tapped the screen.

You had appeared out of nowhere. You are not supposed to be here.

"Well, of course. I was just in bed." Another tap on the screen brought you to the following message. Weirdly, you felt like you were actually being observed like you were talking to another person.

You're too... detailed to be simply a glitch. Yet, you also seem... too human.

Who are you?

"I..." No words could form in your mouth, so you had no choice but to force them out. "I'm just a person, I guess. Oh! You can call me (Name)."

...what a straightforward answer. Nevermind. Do you know where you are?

You shake your head. "If you mean this empty space, then no. But, if you're talking about Windrise, then that's a different story."

Windrise, so you do know. Perhaps it would be easier, to be frank with you as well.

Silence suddenly erupts between you and the person using this screen to communicate with you.

What is your relationship with this world?

"I'm a player, Iike anyone else. I guess Genshin is just a way to blow off steam? Or distract me?" The screen doesn't pop up for a while.

Oh... oh! Oh dear, have I been mistreating my visitor?

The space around you begins to glitch out again. Things begin to reappear and you finally see something other than the color black. An ocean of stars gleams above you. Constellations of characters could be spotted if you looked hard enough around the vast mix of purple and blue galaxies.

Multiple blue screens spawn around you, depicting all of the different nations that you've explored.

"Do you feel comfortable?" The sound of a voice reaches your ears and you turn to see this... figure.

They looked exactly like you down to every scar, mole, tattoo, whatever. Yet, they wore different clothing. A veil of stars with a golden headpiece. They wore white, flowy clothing with details of stars with a cape. They clearly don't seem like the average person. It was sort of weird seeing someone that looked identical to you in such... expensive clothing.

"Hello, (Name)." Their voice echoed. It sounded soothing, enough for the tension in your shoulders to let go and cause them to drop. They sat down on a moon-like structure, floating it closer to you.

You felt breathless as if you were completely in awe. Your lips moved in an effort to speak. "H... hello. Who are you?"

They raise their hand to their heart, the ends of their lips curving upwards. "I am the Creator, a divine one so to speak, I am in charge of this system." Putting their hand back down onto their lap, they begin to explain.

"This world, Genshin as you like to call it, is more than just a game despite working like a game. It is a world. I control the system behind it. However, something... unexpected happened - the travelers. I did allow them to travel into my world, but I didn't expect them to lose their powers. However, it was like they had changed, personality-wise.

You were behind it, weren't you?"

You blinked a few times out of confusion, barely absorbing any of the information given to you. It made you feel dizzy.

"The traveler only had one goal, to find their sibling. Yet, they had saved nations, protected people, became a hero, and possibly got attached to Teyvat. It had to be some other being controlling them to help out so much, I don't believe they would have such a sudden... change of heart."

A gust of wind caught you before you fell. You didn't know how to respond to this deity's queries.

"It was you, right? Wasn't it?"

You stood up again, somehow regaining your balance. "Yeah. It was me." It was better to be honest, you had no idea what this... being would do to you. You shivered as their hand hovered over your shoulder, their skin felt icy cold.

"That's a relief."

Your face twisted into confusion? What? Weren't they going to like... delete you? Or what, throw you out of Teyvat? (You would honestly hope for the latter to happen)

"With your work, Teyvat has been more lively and interesting than usual. The people have advanced and changed with your interference and actions. I'm... honestly grateful.

When you first arrived as the traveler, I allowed Amber, Kaeya, and Lisa to be in your control for some time. Whilst there were some... unfortunate accidents happening, I erased their memories of your... miscalculations. You did not seem to have bad intent and you made the characters stronger and formed bonds with them. I did not sense any ill intent."

The deity reaches out their hand to you.

"How about we make an agreement? You continue with these events in your own body and I will protect you from danger. You will advance this world into a better future and you will enjoy this world to the fullest." The deity persuades you.

Despite her tempting tone and the appeal of the offer, you shake your head. "I'm sorry. I have family and friends at home that I can't just... leave behind."

"Family and friends huh?" A frown appears on their face. You're not sure if it's only because you rejecting their offer.

The deity shakes their head in dismay. "I'm sorry to tell you, but you have no way of returning back to your home, at least from what I'm aware of. There are barely any files about you to delete or transfer in this world, you are stuck here."

They continue,

"Even if there were any files of you to make use of, your world probably doesn't work like a game, so there's no way I can transfer or change anything."

It seems like you have no other choice. You can't completely trust this deity, but they still did make an attractive proposal. "How will you protect me?"

The Deity smirks. "You'll pretend to be me. You'll be the creator that's behind it all. The mastermind. The higher power. Most of the characters will be at your service. I'll try to edit the remaining files about you to change your blood color to gold so that they'll believe you. I'll talk to you through the blue screen."

"Why can't you go down and help yourself?"

"I have my hands full with operating the system. Regenerating monsters and bosses, offering treasures to those who pass the domains, and more."

"Then, what happens if the characters still don't believe me?"

"Oh, they will. Don't worry a thing about it at all. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?" The Deity reaches out their hand to you.

You don't really have much to lose, as long as this deity keeps its promise. You shake their hand. "Deal."

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[angelprinz]

laveennn!! I missed u smm:(( it's me! 💌 anon again hehehe..sorry I didn't send asks for the past 2 months,my phone broke:((( anyway,I have a new ask ofc!<3

pervert!discordmod!xiao who saw u post a photo of urself in the "face reveal!" channel,my god,he fell inlove right away. he didn't even see your body but your face was so cute ! that's when his stalking came in! he has ur number,insta,snap,whatever social you have!! he stalks you daily,he knows your passwords,people you talk to,the people you text,your classmates,everything!

pervert!discordmod!xiao who thought having ur socials wasn't making him satisfied..so he simply hacked ur phone! now he can see ur photos,videos,notes whatever! he has every photo of you,but sadly you dont take nude photos so hes sad:((( but its fine,he has pictures of ur body to masturbate to!! he always has his imagination too<3 hell,he even writes down his own fanfics,from him to later read!

pervert!discordmod!xiao who pays artist to draw you,and it's not wholesome. he has drawings of you in a maid outfit,bunny outfit,lingerie(all colors hehejshss),face covered with cum,him fucking you,slutty outfits,and even more stuff!(that cant be named..for reasons)

pervert!discordmod!xiao who finally got your address! it's not far from his,so its perfect! now he can stalk u irl<33 he watches you sleep,eat,change your clothes,take showers,go to school,go out with your friends and pretty much watches your every move<33 he even set up cameras all over your house so he can watch you all the time! he takes photos and videos of you changing and taking showers,for him to later masturbate and cum on his phone,or his computer screen<3333

pervert!discordmod!xiao who decided to kidnap you,hes not gentle either. after he got you all tied up looking pretty,he'll rip your clothes and fuck you right on spot,no he doesn't care if you wake up! he'll be happy u woke up,cuz now u can see how much he loves you<33 he's going to fast,and you're sitting here crying cuz hes abusing ur poor cunt!:(((( hes also not kind during the act,hes spitting mean and degrading words about how a filthy person you are,cumming around him and squeezing him so tight. you're enjoying this,aren't you huh? you wanted this all this time,for him to kidnap you and rape ur tight cunt!<33 now,he has you in his hands..oh my,hes gonna have so much fun with you<3.

xiao hi I'm here pick me choose me love me pls abuse my tight cunt xiao !<33 I love xiao fr

- 💌 anon

when he stalks u and uses you like a little toy for all his wet dreams <3 xiao and his obsession with covering you in his cum, making sure your face is painted in white with his loads !!! he also loves making you cum around him, he touches your most sensitive spots and forces you to orgasm every time he abuses your hole!!! xiao's watched you for so long, he knows the weak areas of your body.

mr hacker xiao i luv him sm ! ty anon sm for this thirst hhhh