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jazminrhode1 · 4 months ago

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can you please please do a fic where they are on the podcast and they have matt or chris' gf on the podcast and they talk about their relationship and it's really cute and the guy is just so in lvoe? omg please i need this haha

Forever Be Your Always Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

“Good morning, campers. Welcome back to the cut the camera podcast,” Nick feigned enthusiasm, “can you believe we’re still doing this?”

You sat in Matt’s regular spot, kind of nervous and kind of excited.

You never did this. You never got involved with the triplet’s content. Matt had filmed countless vlogs for his personal channel with you that he never posted. Not because he was embarrassed or wanted to hide your relationship but, because he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.

The fans were fine. They had no choice but to be fine. You and Matt had been dating since before they started YouTube. You were in more of their videos in the early days but, you kept out of it these days.

Nick was the one who suggested you come on the podcast. He was sick of editing you out of content. Chris was the one who said they should take a stand and let fans know that they weren’t going to ignore the hate that you get online anymore.

It didn’t really bother you. Not matter what anyone said, Matt was still your boyfriend, Nick and Chris were still some of your best friends.

“Today we’re here with a very special guest,” Nick gestured to Matt to finish the intro.

“It’s y/n” Matt announced as Chris and Nick cheers.

“Thanks, you guys,” you laughed. This felt more natural than you had expected. After a while you forgot that the microphones were even there.

You answer questions that Matt had answered a million times before. Where did you meet? How long have you been dating? What is your favorite thing about each other?

Chris claimed that he got the two of you together and, to be honest, you couldn’t remember if that was true. All you knew was that you were thankful for Matt everyday.

“Okay, fans want to know what it’s like dating the grumpiest motherfucker on the planet,” Nick asked.

You rolled your eyes.

“Matt is not that grumpy. Really, he’s not. You just get so animated for the vlogs, and sometimes you do too much - I don’t think he likes that,” you answered. Nick pretended to take offence but, you two had never been anything but honest with eachother. And, you knew that Nick’s energy is was a hgue part of why they had been so successful.

“Another fan wanted to know if this is the kind of relationship that your younger self would have pictured,” Chris asked.

“That’s a great question,” you said and the boys agreed.

“I mean, we’ve known each other for so long. Almost all of my memories have one of you in them. Like, our moms are so close, our Dad’s golf together, my Uncle was just at your Grandma’s house doing some electrical stuff. You know, we’ve vacationed together. There’s just so much shared history even before we started dating. I don’t know that a lot of people can say that they met their partner at 5 years old and started dating 10 years later. That doesn’t answer your question.”

You thought it over for a moment.

“I think when I was younger, I thought that someone would come along and sweep me off my feet. I didn’t think it would be my desk buddy from the second grade, you know?”

Matt just smiled. For him, he always knew.

“But, I could not have dreamt him up. I don’t think you could have convinced a younger me that I would get this lucky. That I would have found my person at 15 years old or that our families would become so entangles or that his brothers would become 2 of my best friends, you know”?

“Yeah,” Chris said. His eyes glistened.

“Another question was, do you feel like you missed out on anything since you started dating Matt at such a young age?” Nick asked.

“It’s a fair questions but, no. Even our parents when we graduated were like… are you sure you don’t want to live life separately for a little while, and that was just never on the cards for me.”

“And, Matt what about you? Do you feel like you missed out on anything?” Nick asked.

“No. I have gained more that I could have imagined from being with y/n,” he began. “I feel like I will go through my whole life as a triplet being understood by two other people in this unspoken, unexplainable way. And, in the best way, we were kind of forced together by nature and you are two of the closest people to me and, even if I don’t say it often, I love you guys and I wouldn’t be here with out.”

Chris and Nick exchanged a look. Matt wasn’t usually as forthcoming with his feelings if it wasn’t with you.

“In saying that, I don’t believe in soul mate or destiny because that implies that I don’t have a choice in this. Everyday, I wake up and I thank God that it’s next to y/n. And every day it’s the easiest choice to be with her. And every choice that I make, I consider her above anyone else.I don’t want a relationship, a marriage, a family if it wasn’t with y/n. There is no one else that understands me or supports me or loves me in the way that y/n does. You can’t put a price on that and you can’t manufacture it and if, for whatever reason, we were to break up I know that I will never find this again,” Matt said as he reached for you hand over the bench.

You saw a glint of sadness wash over Chris’ face. Nick was swooning.

“Do you think you guys will get married?” Nick asked. He was straying from the previously agreed up list of questions.

“One day. If there is one thing that y/n’s Dad told me is to enjoy every season. Enjoy being a kind, enjoy dating as teenagers, dating as young adults, don’t rush things because you’ll get to the end of your life and regret not really living in the moment,” Matt said.

“Your Dad’s so smart,” Chris said.

“Yeah, he and Matt are big on the motivational speeches,” you joked.

You answered a few more questions about future plans and Matt’s unpublished vlogs. Chris went on a non-sensical rant about not wanting a girlfriend while simultaneously wanting a relationship that you and Matt had. You knew that he was only scared that the girl he dated would only want to be with him because of his job. You knew that would break his heart.

As they wrapped up and you crawled out from behind the desk, Matt wrapped you in a hug and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

Without saying a word, you knew how deeply he loved. Everything is better with him and he will forever be your always.

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rainforestakiie · 5 months ago

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i wrote more for the omega lucifer x omega adam au i posted a few days back. i might write more, i have a few ideas. but really i should be working on be lonely with me. haha.

i just want to thank @inubaki and @lilacwriter07 because you two encouraged me to write another part. haha. thank you for being so kind to me!

anyway! here is the next part of the omega au! i think there might be one or two more parts? i do really want to write the fall in this. so let me know what you guys think!

omega lucifer x omega adam.

Nest of the Damned (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05. Extra 01.

Full Versio

Adam's body had undergone profound changes, and even after months, he was still adapting. His once resilient skin had become softer, more prone to bruising at the slightest touch, and his energy waned much quicker than before. Most noticeably, he had grown emotionally sensitive, with his heartstrings tugged by the smallest of things, and his thoughts becoming increasingly tender and sweet.

"Adam~" cooed Lucifer, descending gracefully from the heavens to land before him. The Archangel's vast white and blue wings shimmered, each feather softer and more radiant than ever. A wide grin spread across Lucifer's face as he cradled a white basket in his arms. "Adam! Did you miss me? I missed you~"

Sniffling, Adam glanced up almost shamefully, quickly wiping his tears in a futile attempt to hide them from his angelic mate. The newly presented Omega managed a weak smile at the towering figure of Lucifer. Though Lucifer always looked beautiful, with the warm sun behind him, his golden hair glowing and his blue eyes twinkling, Adam found him to be the most gorgeous being he had ever seen.

His heart tightened with the realisation that Lucifer was his mate!

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What did she do now!” Lucifer demanded, bombarding him with questions. His blue eyes darkened with concern, and his face twisted in anger.

Adam shook his head vigorously. “It’s nothing. It was my fault anyway. I was bothering her too much.”

“Doubtful,” Lucifer grumbled. “Adam, I want you to stay away from Lilith from now on. She’s dangerous. Alphas are dreadful, trust me.”

“They are?” Adam questioned softly, his wide green eyes watching as Lucifer balanced the basket on one arm and gently took his hand. Lucifer pulled him to his feet with effortless grace. “I don’t really know about Alphas. Are all Alphas like Lilith?”

Lucifer pouted, understanding Adam's innocence and curiosity. It wasn’t Adam’s fault he had so many questions, wanting to know more about his new reality. Everything Adam knew about being an Omega came from Lucifer, the only Omega in Heaven and Adam's sole guide. Yet, Lucifer’s possessive side wanted to forbid Adam from even thinking about Lilith and Alphas. But he also knew his duty as Adam's mate, lover, partner, and guardian angel was to guide him.

Sighing softly, Lucifer brushed his fingers across Adam’s rosy cheek. He grinned widely as Adam shuddered and nuzzled into the touch.

“Alphas are... not nice,” Lucifer explained. “They’re demanding, controlling, and they like to push Omegas around. My brethren often try to throw their weight around because I’m an Omega, forgetting who was born first! It doesn’t take long for me to remind them, but it’s frustrating.”

Adam’s lips turned downward, and his hands slipped around Lucifer’s waist. He hugged his Omega lover tightly and bravely pressed a kiss against Lucifer’s blue-tinted cheek. He watched with fascination as Lucifer purred, smiling so beautifully that it made Adam blush.

"I think you're the strongest Angel I've ever seen~" Adam murmured, nuzzling his face into Lucifer's throat.

The Archangel giggled, relishing the delightful sensation of Adam’s touch. He tilted his head towards the human, looping his free arm around Adam's slender waist, pulling him close against his slim hip.

"So tell me," he began, lowering his voice to a gentle whisper, masking the anger simmering beneath. "What did Lilith do to make my Omega cry?"

Adam blinked, his gaze dropping shyly. A shiver ran through him at being called Lucifer's Omega. His fingers curled into Lucifer's soft white robes, luxuriating in their warmth. "Um... she... she's mad at me. She... she thinks I have..."

"You have?" Lucifer pressed, nuzzling his face against Adam's.

Adam inhaled deeply, his chest tightening as he gathered his courage. He raised his eyes to meet Lucifer's piercing blue gaze. "She blames me for you not wanting to spend... time with her anymore. She says I... I put on the waterworks and manipulated you into spending all your time with me instead."

Lucifer's wings bristled, his expression darkening. It took all his restraint to remain calm. His lips twisted into a grim frown, his eyes narrowing in thought. "That's not true, you know that, right?"

"Adam?" he added, tilting his head when Adam's green eyes began to wander. Lucifer immediately took hold of his chin, gently forcing the human Omega to look at him. "Adam, you don't believe that, do you?"

Adam parted his lips, awkwardly licking his dry lips, which Lucifer immediately noticed. "I-I mean... I did force you to stay with me, didn't I?"

"No," Lucifer hissed sharply. "No, you didn't. I stayed with you because I wanted to. I mated with you because I wanted to. I'm in love with you and have been in love with you since the very beginning of time."

If it was possible, Adam's face turned even redder. His eyebrows knitted together in thought, and he fiddled with Lucifer's soft white robes. "Um, I-I love you too... I'm sorry, Luci. I don't know why but-but Lilith can... she just..."

"I know," Lucifer cooed, his mood brightening at Adam's confession. Lucifer stepped back, tracing his fingers down Adam's exposed arm and taking hold of his hand. "I know, Lilith is an Alpha. You feel like you have to obey her, but you don't. She will never be your mate, I'm your mate."

"You're my mate," Adam repeated, relaxing at the words. His lips formed a loving smile as he curled his fingers tightly around Lucifer's. "It doesn't matter if we're both Omegas. We love each other."

Nodding, Lucifer brought Adam's hand to his mouth and pressed a tender kiss to his knuckles. "That's right. It doesn't matter if we're both Omegas, we're meant for one another. Meant to be together."

"We're meant to be together," Adam echoed in a soft, dreamy hum, his green eyes shimmering with joy. He giggled to himself, delighting Lucifer. "We were made for one another."

"That's right~" Lucifer sang cutely. "We don't need anyone but each other, we're mates, bonded together for the rest of our lives~"

Adam beamed.

"Now then, do you want to see what I've brought you this time?" cooed the Archangel, jiggling the basket he was holding in his other arm. He grinned at the excited expression that lit up Adam's face and squeezed his hand. "Let's go to our tree~"

Adam nodded eagerly. "Y-Yes! Let's go to our tree!"

"You're so cute!" Lucifer cooed, all six of his magnificent wings spreading wide. Each feather fluttered gracefully as they prepared to fly. “Have you named the tree yet?”

"Oh?" Adam jumped slightly, looping his arms securely around Lucifer's neck. He nestled his head against the Archangel's shoulder as Lucifer's arm tightened around his middle once more. Adam's green eyes were large and round, his heart leaping into his throat as Lucifer took to the sky with one powerful flap of his wings. "I named it 'Purple Wisteria' because I thought the flowers looked purple!"

Lucifer hummed with a loving smile. He adored it when Adam named new things. Adam always came up with the most creative and dreamy names, filling Lucifer's heart with pride. He cherished the way Adam could dream up the most perfect names.

"Such a clever Omega, you~" he cooed, soaring gracefully through the blue sky.

Squealing in delight, Adam tightened his arms around Lucifer, his eyes wide with wonder as he watched the clouds drift past them. He tilted his head downward, gazing at the vibrant hues of green far below.

Lucifer eyed his beloved's face from the corner of his eye. He simply loved every expression Adam made. By now, the Archangel had taken his beloved Omega mate up into the sky multiple times, flying him over Eden and dancing with him among the soft clouds. Yet, Adam always appeared so awestruck by the experience, his expression perpetually soft, adorable, and cute. It was as if every flight was their first, and Lucifer adored him all the more for it.

They landed gently in front of the tree where Lucifer had first found Adam months ago. The tree that had witnessed so many of their beautiful moments, their bonding, and so much more. Lucifer cooed at the sight of the delicate purple flowers. He licked his lips, recalling the activities the pair had gotten up to behind the hanging flower walls. Lucifer could still taste Adam on his tongue, the sweetness of his Omega core and the way Adam had gasped from every lick.

"Our Purple Wisteria," he murmured, gently lowering Adam to the ground. He kept one arm around his mate, holding him close. "I love it. You have the best ideas, Adam."

Adam beamed, his heart swelling with happiness. "Thank you, Luci."

Lucifer smiled warmly, his fingers brushing through Adam's hair. "Now, shall we see what I brought for you?" he asked, jiggling the basket in his other hand.

Adam's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! Let's see!"

Gleefully, Lucifer parted the cascade of purple flowers, revealing their hidden sanctuary. He giggled to himself, his eyes twinkling as he surveyed the area in the centre, adorned with soft petals, leaves, and a sprinkling of his own feathers. It was modest now, but soon it would become something extraordinary.

Adam blushed deeply and averted his eyes from the intimate space, feeling a mixture of shyness and anticipation. He remembered all the sinful things they had done inside the protective shell of the purple flowers, all the things he had done with his Omega mate. A tingling heat appeared between his legs, reminding of what exactly had transpired literally the night before. How Lucifer had taught him to push their Omega-hoods together and ride one another until they couldn’t move. It was…embarrassing but felt so good.

"Come, Adam," Lucifer coaxed gently, taking his mate's hand and guiding him into the flower chamber. "This will be our special place, just for us."

Adam hesitated for a moment, then let Lucifer lead him. The scent of flowers filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the leaves and the faint, comforting scent of Lucifer's feathers. It was a place of peace and intimacy, a sanctuary hidden from the world. Their own scent drifted throughout the area, soothing his anxiousness and fears.

“Today I'm going to teach you something new~" Lucifer cooed, placing the basket down and tugging Adam closer. He used both of his hands now, and even teasingly brushed his feathered wings along all the sensitive areas of Adam's body.

Adam trembled, giggling as a rosy flush spread down his neck. "Something new? Like what?"

"I have to admit, I've been quite selfish these past few months," the Archangel sighed, tapping his chin and glancing slyly to the side with his blue eyes. "I've been quite... neglectful of my main duties."

Blinking in confusion, Adam tilted his head innocently. "What do you mean, Luci? Are-are you going to leave me again?"

"No," Lucifer smiled, caressing Adam's cheek. "I mean since we've mated, I've been selfishly fulfilling all my dreams and fantasies. You're amazing, the perfect lover, my adorable Omega..."

"You're an Omega," Lucifer added with a soft sigh. He scratched his head with a quiet chuckle. "Adam, when you present as an Omega, I'm meant to teach you the ways of being an Omega. I'm meant to show you and explain to you about what it means to be an Omega, about what to do when you get uncomfortable, nervous, or scared."

Making a soft rumble from the back of his throat, Adam inched closer to his adoring angel mate. "Am I supposed to be doing something then?"

"Er, sort of. Do you remember before we mated? You mentioned that you wanted to collect things? You wanted my feathers and robes, do you remember that?" Lucifer chimed softly, squeezing Adam's hands.

Another giggle fluttered past Adam's lips as Lucifer purposely brushed his feathers across his tender, exposed neck. "Yes, I remember. I... I was quite, um... something was wrong with me because I wasn't able to build something."

"Right. I'm supposed to teach you about that," Lucifer sang, reluctantly pulling away from Adam. "When I was first born, I was alone in the universe. It was difficult to be alone, and while I don’t like to show it, I still got anxious and even scared. Especially when my siblings began to be born."

“Luci…” Adam released a soft rumble, leaning forward to rub his nose against Lucifer’s cheek. He unconsciously released a soft scent of comfort.

Lucifer preened in return. “My siblings presented differently from me. I was the only Omega while they were Alphas and Betas. I didn’t like it, especially when some of them tried to claim ownership over me, tried to force me to bend to their will… it wasn’t a very nice time back then…”

Lucifer glanced off to the side in thought. He didn’t really blame his newly presented Alpha siblings; they knew no better. Their instincts had taken over within seconds. Lucifer refused to bow to them, and when one of them began to step over his boundaries, God had given him permission to put them in their place. It had been quite a show, he supposed. Lucifer had never wielded so much power, but he had forced all his misbehaving siblings down onto their knees to beg for repentance. God, their father, had graciously allowed Lucifer to decide if they earned repentance or not.

Lucifer, being the loving older brother, had granted it. As long as nobody tried to overstep his boundaries again. Nobody did. Michael was the only one who seemed to challenge his authority nowadays, trying to make sense of an Alpha having to obey an Omega. It was Father’s will, therefore nobody was allowed to try to repress him.

“I gathered things to comfort myself. Things like my robes.” Lucifer explained, pinching at the white material wrapped around him. “Blankets, feathers, and so on. I used them to build a nest. We have certain instincts, certain needs that must be fulfilled and when I finally gave into my instincts and built my first nest, it brought such security and comfort."

Adam's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "A nest? Like a bird's nest?"

Lucifer chuckled warmly, nodding. "Yes, but for you or us really, it can be anything that makes you feel secure and loved. Feathers, soft fabrics, anything that holds meaning to you. It's a way to create your own sanctuary."

Adam's cheeks flushed with excitement. "Um…by building a nest, I'll feel more secure?"

“That’s right,” Lucifer sweetly cooed. “A nest is what you wanted to build. You still want to make a nest.”

“But how will I do it?” Adam asked, shuffling his feet. “I…can we make a nest together?”

Lucifer's smile widened, his heart swelling with love for his eager mate. "Of course, my love. That’s why I’m here. I’m your mate, your other half; we’re supposed to work together and rely on one another.”

Releasing a breath of relief, Adam relaxed and his lips twitched into a warm smile. “You-You’ll teach me how to do it, right?”

“Yes,” the Archangel purred, cupping Adam’s cheek once more. His thumb made circular motions across the tender flesh. “I brought a lot of things we can use for our first nest~”

Adam's eyes sparkled with delight as he looked at the basket Lucifer had brought. "What did you bring?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Lucifer giggled, loving the excitement in Adam’s voice. "I brought some of my feathers, soft fabrics, and a few special items I thought you might like," he said, kneeling down to open the basket.

Adam watched with wide, eager eyes as Lucifer pulled out a beautiful collection of feathers in various shades of white and blue, along with silky fabrics that shimmered in the light. There were also small trinkets and stones that glowed softly, adding a magical touch to the collection.

"These are perfect!" Adam exclaimed, reaching out to touch the soft feathers and fabrics. "I can't believe you brought all these for us."

"Anything for you, my adorable mate," Lucifer replied, his voice full of affection. "Now, let's start building our nest."

Together, they began arranging the feathers and fabrics, creating a cosy and inviting space beneath the tree. Lucifer guided Adam’s hands, showing him how to weave the materials together to form a snug and comfortable nest.

As they worked, Adam felt a sense of peace and security he had never experienced before. The process of building the nest with Lucifer was not just about creating a physical space; it was about deepening their bond and creating a sanctuary for their love.

When they finished, Adam looked at their creation with pride. "It's beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. "I never imagined it would feel this amazing."

Lucifer wrapped his arms around Adam, pulling him close. "It’s because we made it together," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Adam's forehead. "This nest is a symbol of our love and partnership. It’s a place where we can always find comfort and solace."

Adam snuggled into Lucifer's embrace, feeling the warmth and safety of their nest enveloping them. "Now what, Luci? What do we do with our nest now?”

“Well, my nests always brought me comfort and security, like I said.” Lucifer purred, tracing his fingers along Adam’s side. His eyes zoned down on Adam’s flawless, exposed throat. He wanted to bite down, to give Adam the claim mark that would fully tie them together. “But I was thinking~”

“Hmm?” Adam leant forward, enchanted by Lucifer’s blue eyes. “What is it?”

A gasp escaped the Omega human when Lucifer pulled at the ribbons of his snow-white robes. His green eyes widened and his face flushed as the robes fell down the Omega Archangel, leaving Lucifer just as exposed and naked as Adam.

Adam’s skin prickled as Lucifer stepped up fully. Pulling Adam as close as possible, their bodies pressing together.

“Let’s add another reason for Omegas build nests, something much more…pleasurable~”

Adam swallowed thickly from the words. Lucifer had taught him so many pleasurable things already, what else is there?

Apparently there were a lot.

With a whining whimper, Adam’s whole body trembled. His insides twitched and churned as the knot deep inside him came unknown. His limbs stiffened up and his hips arched, meeting Lucifers until finally, the pair of them collapsing into the middle of their newly built nest. Their chest heaving and breathing mingling.

“How was that?” Lucifer asked after a few minutes.

It took a rather embarrassingly long amount of time for Adam to regain control of his limbs. He blinked his dazed green eyes and raised his hands to cup Lucifer’s face, pulling the Archangel down into another desperate kiss. Their soft lips pressed together as if they were made for one another, and soon, their tongues were swirling together in a dance of pure love.

“Guess it was good,” the Archangel teased, licking his sore lips. “Was I so good that I render you speechless?”

“Oh, shut up,” Adam snorted with a laugh, pushing Lucifer off him.

Lucifer grinned, rolling onto his stomach next to his mate. He tried to ignore it, but he found himself eyeing Adam’s throat again. He ground his sharp teeth together, hoping to ignore the overwhelming desire to mark Adam as his own. He didn’t know why he wanted to bite Adam’s neck so badly, but Lucifer really, really wanted to claim Adam as his.

“Hm?” Adam blinked at him, tilting his head and accidentally exposing more of his neck. “Do you want something, Luci?”

“Huh?” Lucifer turned bright red at the question. “W-What? No, no, I’m good, I mean - um.”

Giggling, Adam reached over to flick the spot directly in the middle of Lucifer’s face. The area where Lucifer’s nose would have been if he had one. “Um, you make this face whenever you want something. I’ve learned to notice it! So, whatever it is, I’ll give it to you!”

“I make a face?” Lucifer gasped in disbelief. His hands touched his face in awe. His chest bubbled with warmth, his stomach twirled at Adam’s words. His precious, adorable little Omega mate had taken notice of his facial expression?

It was so cute. It made Lucifer fall in love with him even harder.

"I...would like to bite you," Lucifer finally admitted sheepishly.

Adam moved himself to his knees and ran a hand over his neck. "You want to bite my neck? You keep looking at my neck. I thought you just wanted to check my glands again."

"Oh, well, I do want to do that too!" he gasped quickly, moving to sit on his knees in front of Adam. Lucifer's soft, stardust hands cupped Adam's face this time. "You haven't been scratching them still, have you? Because I meant what I said, I will enclose your hands in feathers if you keep doing it."

Pouting, Adam glanced down at his hands. While the thought of touching feathers was so alluring, he realised that if Lucifer really did that, he wouldn't be able to use his hands at all. "I'm not scratching! Really!"

"Good boy, I believe you," Lucifer said quietly. His blue eyes lowered and he bit down on his bottom lip. "I want to bite your neck. You're right. I don't know why; it's just...this new desire. It came from nowhere, and I can't explain it to you, but it's getting...stronger and stronger..."

Adam made a soft, melodic sound from the back of his throat, his nose twitching slightly. "Maybe it's a new Omega thing?"

"What do you mean?" Lucifer asked, his eyes widening in surprise. The thought had never occurred to him.

"We're the only two Omegas in the universe right now," Adam said, a gentle smile lighting up his face. "Just you and me. No other Omegas, just us discovering new things together! Maybe marking each other's necks is, um, another mate thing?"

Lucifer's mouth opened and closed as his brain tried to process Adam's words. It made perfect sense, something he had never considered. Of course, it would be another Omega instinct.

"Do you...want to bite me too, Adam?" Lucifer whispered, his voice filled with hope.

Shyly, Adam nodded. "Yeah... f-for a while now. I really want to bite you, I want to..."

Desperation filled Lucifer's heart, his fluffy wings twitching with the urge to spread wide. "Yes? What is it? Please, tell me, Adam."

"I want to mark you," Adam finally admitted, his face turning a deep crimson. His green eyes shyly looked away from Lucifer’s intense stare. He squirmed, struggling to put his thoughts into words. "I... it’s strange. I want to bite you too, I want to leave a mark on your neck, to let everyone know that you - you belong to me! I, um... I..."

"Adam..." Lucifer whispered sweetly, leaning forward to brush his lips against Adam’s. "You have no idea what that means to me. Just hearing you say that makes me so happy."

"Happy?" Adam whimpered in surprise. "I feel really weird, Luci. I don’t know how to explain it. I get mad too. I don’t like it when Lilith talks about you the way she does. It - it makes me sad. Something's wrong with me..."

Frowning deeply, Lucifer pulled Adam close, his stardust arms wrapping around the Omega. "How does she talk about me?"

"...weirdly..." Adam mumbled, leaning his head against the angel’s shoulder. His hands bashfully caressed Lucifer’s exposed skin, lightly brushing his fingertips along the area where Lucifer’s wings connected to his back. Adam smiled as the wings flapped in response. "Um, like she wants to do what we do, but only with you. I think she wants to mark you too..."

Ah. That made sense. Lucifer snorted to himself. Lilith was an Alpha, after all.

"I don’t want her to do that!" Adam exclaimed, pulling back to look into Lucifer’s dark blue eyes, worry etched on his face. "I don’t want her to do those things with you! I - I only want you to do those things with me!"

Purring, Lucifer immediately pulled his adorable mate into a kiss. "Oh, Adam. Don’t you see? I already belong to you~ The moment we mated all those months ago, I became yours and you became mine~"

"Y-You won’t do that with her?" Adam asked meekly. "Only with me?"

"That’s right," Lucifer cooed, running his hand up Adam’s neck and gently caressing his mating glands. Adam gasped at the sensation. "I will never do any of those things with anybody else. I will only ever do them with you~"

Adam let out a sigh of relief, nodding his head in sync with Lucifer’s words.

"And you, Adam?" the Archangel sang. "You'll only do those things with me, right? Nobody else? Not even Lilith?"

"Of course!" Adam bristled, almost insulted at the suggestion. His face scrunched up at the thought of mating with anybody else. He only wanted Lucifer. He only felt comfortable with Lucifer. "Not even Lilith! She smells bad anyway..."

Lucifer giggled. Lilith only 'smelled bad' because she was an Alpha, probably releasing aggressive scents unconsciously around Adam, making her smell even worse to his Omega. Oh well, that didn't matter to them. Nobody mattered other than each other.

"If we bite each other, it's like placing a claiming mark on one another. So everyone will know we belong to each other~" Lucifer smiled, pecking Adam's lips repeatedly. "Nobody will be able to come between us."

Looping his arms around Lucifer's neck, Adam crawled onto Lucifer's lap and pressed his lips back against the Archangel's. "I want that. Let's do that, Luci. Please."

With a gentle and delicate touch, Lucifer cradled the back of Adam's head. He nipped at Adam's bottom lip, a soft rumble emanating from his chest. "Yes, of course, we will do that, Adam. Anything for you~"

Adam beamed with delight, his heart swelling with joy. He tilted his head to the right, exposing the tender flesh of his throat to the Archangel. “Will this do?”

“Perfect.” Lucifer’s voice dropped low.

His eyes grew menacing, becoming dark and hooded. Lucifer traced his fingers along the soft fresh and licked his lips. His sharp teeth grew hot and ached, his heart was beginning to pound in his chest to the point Lucifer couldn’t even think straight. Until finally he buried his face into Adam’s throat and enclosed his mouth around a patch of delicate skin.

Lucifer sucked delicately at first, his soft lips practically glueing them to Adam’s warm flesh. He pulled back just enough to aggressively lick at Adam’s tender Omega glands, his tongue swirling up and down, making circle-motions before he scraped his sharp teeth over the glittering wet skin.

Adam released a whimpering moan. His head tilted even further for his mate, giving Lucifer even more access to his mating glands. His emerald eyes shimmered, his eyelashes fluttering shut briefly as he melted into the other Omega.

Finally, Lucifer sunk his sharp teeth into Adam’s neck. He bites down onto Adam’s mating glands, his wandering hands beginning to caress the human Omegas body until Adam was quivering once more. Desire rushed through him all at once and something stirred inside his stomach, as if his inner-self was waking up and growling in content as Lucifer finally marked Adam as his.

He held the back of Adam’s neck for a good few minutes, the copper-taste of his blood seducing him. Pool of heat rolled throughout his stomach and Lucifer released his hold on the human Omega, his hands cradling Adam as he withdrew from him.

“Adam?” he clocked his head, noticing Adam appeared dazed and his green eyes were unfocused. His expression was slack with sweet pleasure, similar to the face Adam makes when they’re making love. Lucifer cupped his cheek, releasing a sound from the back of his throat that belonged to Adam alone. “Baby? Are you alright?”

Blinking a few times, it took Adam a few seconds to come back to Eden. “Lucifer? I…whoa…”

“Did it feel good?” Lucifer grinned. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. He licked at his lips, licking off the small traces of blood still on them. “Aw, did me claiming you as mine give you the butterflies?”

Flushing brightly, Adam bit down on his bottom lip. It felt more than good. It was great. Adam’s never felt anything like that before. It was new and so exciting, it had Adam’s body trembling in a way it had never done before. Not even when Lucifer taught him to kiss with their omega-cores, Adam would never forget how it felt to spread his legs and move forward to make delicious contact with the Archangel.

Lucifer took hold of his hand when Adam moved to touch his mating glands. His blue eyes sparkling with glee, taking notice of the drooling face of his adorable Omega. “I wouldn’t touch it for a while. The glands will probably become swollen.”

He glanced at the area as he spoke, the skin looked rather red and angry. Sore in fact. It was swelling already. Brushing his other hand up the front of Adam’s body, his fingers catching Adam’s nipples and rubbing them briefly. His fingers danced further up, sliding up Adam’s throat and grinning when he felt Adam gulp. Finally, Lucifer feather-dusted his fingers across Adam’s chin.

“Don’t you want to mark me the sameway?” he cooed seductively. Lucifer purposely rolled his shoulder and tilted his head, showing his own Omega glands. “Don’t you want to bite me too?”

Adam’s emerald eyes immediately zoned down onto the exposed glands. His mouth suddenly dry and he forcefully swallowed as he gazed at the soft-snow white glittering skin. “Am I allowed too?”

Lucifer paused in surprise. He blinked once and giggled, his hand twirling around Adam’s head and drawing him in close. “Oh Adam~ I so-very-much adore you~”

Letting out a surprised gasp, Adam fell against the Archangel with his face pushing into Lucifer’s throat. A shiver ran up his spine and Adam bravely pushed his lips to the divine being’s throat. He kissed the stardust skin and felt his stomach churn with something unknown as Lucifer whimpered.

It was liberating. Having Lucifer tremble, gasp and moan in return was truly enchanting. Adam’s stomach coiled with lava and he traced his nails up Lucifer’s naked body, dragging them along his sensitive sides. Adam’s lips trailed along Lucifer’s throat, kissing gently and nipping bravely until Lucifer was groaning.

“Adam, you’re so gentle~” Lucifer possessively tangled his hand into Adam’s thick brown and red hair. His back arching with enjoyment. “Remember what I taught you? Be a little more rougher, you know I can take it~”

Immediately Adam bites down onto Lucifer’s shoulder, causing the angel to grin and tremble with desire. Lucifer began to play with his hair, pushing Adam closer. Enticing him to explore more, Adam’s warm and wet mouth slid further down Lucifer’s throat. Adam trembled as he felt the angel’s pulse under his tongue.

A startled yelp suddenly escaped Lucifer when Adam’s tongue unknowingly made contact with his mating glands.

“I’m sorry!” Adam gasped, tugging his head back in concern. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Lucifer’s eyes were glassy and dazed, he pushed down on Adam’s head. Guiding him back to his neck with a comforting rumble. “No, you silly apple. I liked it. Don’t pull away like that again.”

“Oh…” Adam breathed in deeply, relaxing immediately as Lucifer’s omega scent embraced him.

He practically became slack against Lucifer’s body. His mouth returned to Lucifer’s exposing throat, trailing along the muscles towards Lucifer’s mating glands again. This time, he didn’t withdraw as he kissed them.

Lucifer let out a whine when Adam’s tongue covered his glands. His back arching further and the hand in Adam’s hair tensed. He pushed Adam harder against him, enjoying the sensation of his omega’s mouth on his glands.

Breathing in so deeply that his chest ached, Adam sunk his teeth down upon the flesh. His green eyes screwed shut tightly and he pressed his teeth harder, an odd copper taste filling his mouth.

“Oh Adam~” Lucifer called, hugging Adam tightly. “We now have matching bite marks. Isn’t that exciting~”

With a gasp, Adam pulled, golden liquid dripping down his chin. “We’re now bonded?”

“Yup~” Lucifer licked his blood from Adam’s mouth, cleaning it from his chin and lips. “Now you can’t get rid of me, even if you want too~”

“Luci!” Adam laughed. “I don’t want to get rid of you ever!”

(a bad doodle of my omega au Lucifer and Adam)

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otomehonyaku · 6 months ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ☽ Anime Genteiban DVD Mini Drama Translation ☽ Side Story I (Ayato, Laito, Shuu)

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS 限定版 SPECIAL DISK II Side Story I Voiced by Midorikawa Hikaru (Ayato), Hirakawa Daisuke (Laito), Toriumi Kōsuke (Shuu) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (special thanks to @uzi-boozii for providing the audio!)

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These CDs were exclusives that came with the limited edition DVD for the first season of the Diabolik Lovers anime! They basically depict short scenes in-between the story of the anime, and they're surprisingly fun so far. This one in particular takes place after Ayato and Yui had their little moment in the underground pool (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡ Have fun reading/listening!

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[This CD takes place after Ayato threw Yui into the pool and kissed her. The scene starts when Ayato walks away after pulling Yui out of the water.]

00:00 Ayato: Thanks to her, I’m soaking wet… Fuck, my shirt is clinging to my skin. This sucks.

[Ayato takes off his jacket.]

A: I know I shouldn’t bother with her, but why…

[Ayato takes off his uniform shirt and hangs his clothes in front of the fireplace.]

A: My uniform should dry quickly in front of the fire.

[A fire crackles in the hearth. Ayato notices a presence nearby.]

A: Hey, Laito. The hell are you doing? If you’re going to be here, don’t just silently stare at me like that! Creeps me out.

Laito: Hehe. You caught me.

A: Shut up. You’re not fooling anyone.

L: Oh my, Ayato, you’re drenched. What happened? I didn’t know it was going to rain today.

A: Tch. You’re so predictable.

L: How so?

A: Playing innocent even though you know exactly what’s goin’ on. Quit the theatrics.

L: Haha. Well, well, well… Looks like I hit a nerve. Hehe. I wonder if it’s because Bitchlet’s lips tasted sweeter than you were expecting… Tell me, how was it? I want to know.

01:31 A: Shut up. Don’t spy on me.

L: I wasn’t spying or anything. I just so happened to stumble upon the two of you.

A: Then why the fuck were you at the pool? You hate swimming.

L: Huh? Look who’s talking. You’re the one who hates water. Besides, you didn’t answer my question. What did her lips taste like? Stop dodging the question and tell me.

A: I don’t feel like telling you.

L: Hehe. So it was that good…

A: Fuck off!

L: Haha! You’re really getting worked up about it. Are you shaken, Ayato? How rare.

A: I’m not shaken. Laito, if you don’t shut up now, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.

L: Now, now. You’d better not. If you’re going to punch this beautiful face of mine, my nightly engagements with the opposite sex will turn sour.

A: Fuck off. I don’t care.

L: Sorry, sorry. Don’t be so angry.

A: Tch.

02:40 L: Really, though. That was her first kiss, wasn’t it?

A: Of course. I’m taking all of her firsts. Her fate was sealed when she showed up at our doorstep.

L: I wonder if they’re really that good, those first times. But you have a big thing for firsts and being first after all, right, Ayato?

A: What are you talking about?

L: I mean, don’t you think girls are even more tempting when they already belong to someone else? When someone other than me already loves her so badly, truly cherishes her… I fucking loathe that. Hehe… The thought of stealing that girl away is enough to get me off. Don’t you enjoy stuff like that, too? Haha!

A: Pervert. What’s good about getting someone’s sloppy seconds? A girl with fair, untainted skin, without a single bite mark… What’s better than being the first to take her?

L: Bitchlet’s not exactly untainted anymore, though, is she? Hehe. I want to taste her for myself soon.

A: Do you seriously think I’d let you?

04:00 L: I’ll make her feel really good, I promise. I’ll trace and lick all the little spots on her body that you've touched, Ayato... I’ll sink my fangs into her in the places where you bit her… I’ll savour her. Huh? But if I do that, I wonder who she’ll fantasise about, feeding on her… Or rather, I wonder whose feeding she’ll recall…

A: I told you, I don’t wanna hear it.

L: I wonder if it’ll be me. Or you, Ayato. Or maybe someone else? Haha.

A: Laito, you prick, stop fucking around! She’s mine. Go hunt some other woman!

L: Oh, Ayato. If you get so worked up about her, I’ll only want her more.

[Ayato throws something Laito’s way.]

A: Are you pickin’ a fight with me?

L: No need to make such a scary face at me, Ayato. Besides, you keep saying that she’s yours, but so long as she’s in this mansion, I have a right to taste her too, you know. If anything, she’s our sacrificial bride.

A: Shut up! If I say she’s mine, she’s mine!

L: Come on, that’s just your ego talking. Shuu thinks so too. Right, Shuu?

A: Huh? Shuu?

Shuu: Fuck off. Just let me sleep in peace. And even if you don’t–today’s a full moon, so don’t expect much from me. I’m tired.

L: Tired? Surely you actually mean that you’re brimming with power?

S: Whatever.

L: I love the full moon. On these full moon nights, all my worries dissipate and I can’t help but focus on one single desire.

S: Heh.

06:00 A: Shuu, how long have you been here?

S: Doesn’t really matter, does it?

L: He’s been there the entire time, so he’s heard the entire conversation. Oh, I wish Shuu could’ve seen Ayato’s Grand Dive and Bitchlet’s rosy cheeks.

[Laito wraps his arms around himself in delight.]

A: Shut the fuck up!

S: I saw it.

A: You did?

[Ayato and Laito both shoot upright in surprise.]

A & L: Wait, you were there?

S: Tone it down. The two of you are way too loud. The underground pool is a good spot to take an afternoon nap.

A: Tch. You piss me off.

L: Heh. Seems like everyone knows what you were doing in there. Except, well, I guess we don’t know how you’re really feeling about it.

A: Subaru was in his room and Reiji was holed up in his lab, right?

L: Well, yeah, but you never know. Subaru might have been listening in, and Reiji might have picked up on it during his experiments as well… I'm not sure about Kanato, though.

07:15 S: He was there.

L: Huh? He was at the pool?

S: Yeah. He was looking in from the terrace on the second floor.

L: Hahaha! So he was! He was making such an disinterested face earlier, but in reality he was keeping a firm eye on her.

A: Ugh.

L: Feeding in the water is pretty nice though, isn’t it? I enjoy it too. When you’re underwater, you can really feel the breath and body temperature of your prey. As soft as a little bird, and warm, and so fickle… It’s just too good.

S: I hate feeding underwater.

L: Oh, so Shuu has experience with it as well. I never knew.

S: It takes more effort than it usually does. And when the water’s cold, the blood turns colder as well.

L: That’s a good point. But to be fair, I like blood when it’s cold just as much as when it’s warm.

S: Anyway, I use the pool to sleep.

L: Well, that’s unusual. Heh.

A: If the pool’s such a good place to sleep, why aren’t you there all the time? Why were you there just to bother me?

S: This is a bother. Ugh… It’s because the moonlight is the prettiest from there.

L: Aha, so you do like the full moon after all!

S: I never said I hated it. Besides, I was there first. Then Laito came, and you, Ayato, got there last. You should’ve just gone to your own room.

A: Tch. Shut up. I came in here to dry my uniform because this is the biggest hearth in the mansion.

S: Also, Ayato, put some clothes on. You’re half-naked and it’s repulsive.

09:27 A: What? You lifeless prick. I have no reason to listen to you call me repulsive. Says the one who takes baths fully clothed. Who’s the more repulsive one then?

S: It’s not like I do that because I like it. It’s because it’s too bothersome to take anything off.

L: Come on, let’s just leave it.

S: I agree.

L: Hm?

[Laito sniffs the air.]

A: What? Is someone else here?

L: No, but doesn’t it smell like something’s burning?

A: Huh? Like something’s burning?

[Ayato’s uniform has caught fire.]

A: Ah!

L: Woah, his shirt! His jacket! They’re on fire!

S: They’ll catch fire if you put them too close to the hearth.

A: Why didn’t you say anything, then? Fuck!

[Ayato throws his clothes on the ground and tries to stomp out the flames.]

L: Ah, what a shame. You should honestly tell Reiji what happened, and he might get a new one for you. That you jumped in the pool to save Bitchlet from drowning, and that your clothes caught fire when you hung them out to dry. Hehe.

A: You asshole. You makin’ fun of me?

L: Not at all. I just want to see Reiji’s reaction when you tell him. I wonder how concerned he’ll be for Bitchlet.

A: I don’t even wanna know. Listen. I’m telling you one more time. Pancake’s mine. Don’t lay a finger on her.

S: You’re in no position to order us around.

11:06 L: Yeah, tell him, Shuu!

A: What? Want me to tell you again?

S: Ugh, shut up. I want no part in this.

A: Shuu! I wasn’t done talking!

S: What? Hurry up and say it.

A: Do not lay a finger on her.

S: I can’t make any promises.

[Ayato grabs Shuu by the collar.]

L: Huh! What a turn of events. This is the first time Shuu’s expressed interest in our sacrificial bride. Hehe. This is getting interesting.

A: For fuck’s sake, Laito, shut up.

S: It’s not like I’m interested or anything. She’s only prey. Nothing more, nothing less.

A: If it’s prey you’re after, go hunt somewhere else.

12:01 S: That’s too bothersome. We have a living sacrifice at home, after all.

A: Tch.

L: Haha! This is too enjoyable. Hey, if this is the situation we’re in, why don’t we place bets on whose fangs Bitchlet will become addicted to? That’ll make things so much more rewarding.

A: Huh? The fuck are you trying to say? Of course it would be mine!

S: I don’t care about the feelings of my prey.

L: Huh? You don’t care?

A: Yeah, right. Laito, there’s no reason to hold a competition. It’s obvious that she likes my feeding the best.

L: [To Shuu:] Are you fine with that?

A: Get a life, Laito.

S: I agree.

A: I’m going back to my room.

[Ayato walks off.]

L: Huh…

S: Me too. I’m sleepy.

[Shuu walks off as well.]

L: Huh? You too, Shuu?

S: The moon’s waning, you know.

[Shuu closes the door behind him.]

L: Ah, how boring. We vampires have infinite time on our hands… If only they’d play along with my games for once. It’d do them good to have some fun.

[Laito heads for the door.]

L: Hehe. Bitchlet’s feeling something. Feeling something that I know all too well. And I’ll be the one to expose it. The first one to expose it, that is.

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famemonsterrr · 1 year ago

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Astrological couples that are match made in heaven🪽

(This is post in ONLY about romantic pairing that I have noticed they work really well or they should be a thing🤍 that’s my personal opinion pliz don’t even bother to get triggered we all have our views and thoughts)

Virgo and Scorpio✨

Okay but both are just amazing for each other and so similar. Both are obsessive and really sexual (yeah believe it for Virgos). Their ability to see everything and calculate everything makes them a powerful pairing. They respect boundaries but at the same time they like to treat each other with love and acts of services. Both love to help each other and always want to make each other better because they are perfectionists. A really good example is the couple that inspired this post. Blake lively being a Virgo and Ryan being a Scorpio, honestly they love each other so much, have the same sarcastic humour and probably really active (if you know what I mean) since they have 4 kids. Truly match in heaven✨

Leo and Libra✨

Are we suprise here? They are perfect for each other- both love to look beautiful,to be loved and be social. Leo and libra have eye for the aesthetic and the "beauty" in other people. I can see them being a power couple of fashion, social media ect. Definitely they are the same but Leo is more explosive and dramatic than the "let’s talk about it” libra but I’m sure they can figure it out. However I can see them bonding over the fact that Leo wants attention and love and libra can provide that since they are loving people and they want in return to be understood and included so the loyal leo can give them that cause when they love someone they treat them like family, like it’s their god.

Pisces and Sagittarius✨

Many would argue that cancer is a better fit for a Sagittarius but it’s not. Since Pisces is also ruled by Jupiter. They share a lot of qualities that makes them to be a perfect match. Honestly they just the same people but with different fonts. When a Sagittarius decides that wants to settle down the best choice is a free spirited,spiritual and caring Pisces. Both of them are sensitive and love to have this type of connection that is outwardly. See the good in the world and support each other to be a better version of themselves. Pisces will help Sagittarius to be more open emotionally and get a little bit softer and Sagittarius will help Pisces to be more social and an explorer of real life. I love this pairing so much and a great example is Taylor Swift with Joe they even lasted 6 years.

Gemini and Gemini✨

They deserve each other…no okay I’m being a little meanie haha. Although they understand better each other than anyone else would. My parents were both gemini with 2 weeks difference and even tho they were the opposites in term of personal styling , they had so many things in common. Loved to have fun and flirt a lot, no pressure to be together everything was flowing like water. Some brains, same communication style, same attitude towards life and love. It only seems fair to be with someone who is just as open minded and free as them. So yeah take my parents as an example they are literally soulmates

Cancer and Capricorn✨

Yeah I know very stereotypical of me to mention it but they truly match better than any other sister sign duo. Cancer is loving and nurturing person who wants to give love and so does Capricorn. Both are very similar but they express it differently but that doesn’t mean they can’t communicate. Yeah Capricorn is more realistic or dry sometimes but they provide or giving a lot to the person they love and makes a cancer to feel loved and important. Cancer on the other hand is like a safe blanket to them and hugs them with their understanding and caring aura. Since Capricorns don’t trust people or don’t open up easily. A cancer with a warm heart will help them be more honest and emotionally stable in return Capricorn will balance and calm down the unpredictable waves of cancer. If you will both are homebodies and will create a beautiful family and household together.

That’s all for the is part🪽

Maybe I will do part 2 and I hope you liked it since it’s something new for me.

Stay healthy,hydrated and healthy🥰

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slugg4rd · 1 month ago

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Brain rot so bad I’m posting on Tumblr💔

Haymitch x gn reader rambling ig?!?!

Word count: 1.2k

He’s a stubborn alcoholic with depression who copes by being rude or otherwise sarcastic, you test his patience SO MUCH. He knows he hates you, that’s about it, but also he finds a good deal of fun in goading you and bantering with you whenever you’re around. This man is a handful, and he’s mean, and he has literally no patience for bs.

Idk how you win him over, the logistics don’t matter rn I’m going nutty thinking about him. Imo I love the whole co-mentor thingy, anything that forces him to be around you bc otherwise he’s off hiding somewhere moping. Like imagine being depressed together, fighting over your different tastes in drinks or coping. He’s hugging a whole bottle of liquor or maybe wine if it’s fancy enough and he’s scrutinizing your fruity cocktail like it’s any of his business.

Especially love the thought of getting drunk with him, at this point he just falls asleep when he’s buzzed but he’s trying to stay awake just to bicker and get as much of a reaction from you as he can. The only time he shuts up is if you roast tf out of him, he’d slump down into a chair or on the couch mumbling something barely coherent and then he’s out like a light.

Or, even better, you’re both sleepy drunks and start nodding off at the bar. You barely remember the walk to bed, all you know is somehow you’re still arguing with Haymitch. He throws himself onto the mattress, your mattress, both to piss you off and because he’s too burnt out to bother walking to his own bed across the hall. You flop down next to him and then all of a sudden you’re waking up hungover and half hugging that fool. The both of you freak out to find you’re in bed with one another, fearing the worst, and eventually having to accept the harsh reality that you spent the whole night cuddling and nothing more.

He doesn’t just refuse to admit he likes you, he’s literally oblivious to even the idea of it. No he definitely doesn’t enjoy your company, and he definitely doesn’t seek you out, and there’s no way he would ever think about you outside of your brief and unfortunate interactions. But then you start joking around talking about some pretty celebrity or a handsome victor from another district and suddenly he’s so defensive.

“Her? She’s two faced.”

“Him? He’s not even average.”

“Them? They’re frugal.”

He can’t even begin to realize he’s getting jealous, he’s too busy trying to shoot down all your compliments to these half baked crushes.

But if you compliment him he thinks you’re joking. You say he looks handsome and he’s all “Haha, very funny, y’know you look good too- with your mouth shut.” He’s gonna go for the jugular, but also he finds it getting harder and harder to insult you. Since when did your annoying smile become something he could tolerate? He must still be drunk..

You’ve wormed your way into his life and his head and suddenly you’re over at his house in the Victor’s Village, cleaning up for him while talking about self care and how he deserves it. You’re infuriating, and yet his lawn is trimmed and his walkway is clear of weeds and even his bookshelves are free of dust- and maybe he should go outside for a bit today and get some fresh air.

You’re tidying everything up and then he’s bringing you some old Knick Knacks, keeping track of your hobbies so he can leave you gifts, forcing you to sit down and relax for a minute between daily stressors. You call him an enabler and the laughter that follows makes your heart all fuzzy in the worst way. Every time you do something for him he thanks you in a way that makes it clear he didn’t think anyone would ever do this for him. And when you thank him for his gifts, his occasional reality checks, and his unwilling hospitality, he can’t help but feel more proud than he should that something he did held even an ounce of substance in your life.

How do you even confess??? Do you??? It’s like one second nothing was there and the next you both just agreed that you were a thing, end of discussion. He’s yours, you’re his. You’ve basically moved in at this point, and you’ve been egging him on and showing him he’s worth the effort, and it’s starting to get through his thick skull that maybe there’s worth in improvement. You don’t fix him, as I said before, he’s stubborn, but he finds his own rationale getting weaker and weaker each time he tries to argue why he should go out for drinks tonight. And then when things break and you’re telling him just what he means to you, he’s finding himself falling into you like a damn safety net.

And once he’s got you he is not letting go.

Protective is one thing, this man is clingy. Like Velcro. But he’s a brat and he’s not going to let you tell him how needy he is, it’s just a coincidence that he’s always by your side. He’ll say he’s “keeping you in line” its “your fault” because you’re in his way, but you both know he’s been following you around on his own fruition. He’s attached to your hip at this point, literally. He has a particular affinity though, and that’s hugging you from behind. He just comes up like he owns the place and wraps his arms around your midsection, shoving his face into the back of your neck with the biggest sigh he can muster. And if you reach up to play with his hair that’s it, he’s going to drag you to whatever couch is closest and have an impromptu nap session.

Also did I mention he’s petty? Because he is. And he’s annoying unlike anything. You go to sit down in a chair? He’s already seated in it, patting for you to come into his lap. You want to try a bite of his food? He’s making you take it from his mouth. You need to shower? He’s asking to come so he can keep you company. And if you let him join you, he’s 100% sitting there watching while going on about how “you missed a spot” just to see how irritated you can get.

Letting him come into the bathroom with you when you shower is like making a deal with the devil. This man is going above and beyond for your attention while you’re trying to focus on the task at hand. He’s definitely offering to help you out, saying he can scrub your back for you and all that, it’s up to you whether you let him join or kick him out.

Either way after you’re done he’s so soft and tender, wrapping you in a towel and drying your face off, saying you look like a drowned rat while also telling you that you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He ruffles your hair with the towel just to squeeze it around you and grab you by your waist, pulling you until you kiss him. But if you’re still mad at him he’ll keep drying you off and messing with you until he can get you to crack a smile, and then he’s peppering kisses all over your cheeks as you push his face away.

He’s a nuisance, but he’s your nuisance, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ummm anywho that’s all I got 🙏

#haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x reader #thg headcanons #thg haymitch

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nerves-nebula · 7 months ago

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I usually take it in stride and it really doesn’t bother me at all so don’t let this discourage you- but I was going through my csa tag and MAN. it is kind of sad to know that I’m like. The person that like 30 people have gone to to ask if they experienced csa. And that way more have gone to confess their experiences to.

Like, and I don’t mean this as a dig but- I’m an irreverent blogger who posts about funny shit and vents. I constantly make jokes about really dark subject matter & my own trauma. I make art about my OCs and I’m best known for an original tmnt iteration where the turtles get sexually abused by their dad.

And I’m the one you turn to for this? both of us anonymous, you don’t know me, but you came to me because (I assume) you’ve got no one else you can be sure will respond well to the kinds of questions you need to ask. I try my best but chances are I’m probably younger than some of you. And I’m the first one you think of. ME. I’ve never even been to real therapy!

It’s flattering and a little funny (I guess being ok with discussing csa is like. My brand now haha) but like. Societally? It’s a bit sad. It’s unfortunate that there isn’t a better way or a better resource to ask these questions to or get reassurance from.

Recently I was helping a classmate -a near stranger who was graduating like a week after this happened- with taking down their final art project. I mentioned jokingly while complimenting their work that I mostly make art about CSA, but it isn’t usually as good as the thing they made. At hearing this they basically jumped at the chance to tell me about their experiences.

Usually people just say “oh wow” or something like “well it’s an important topic” so having found someone who related was refreshing

But it made me realize that just being able to say the words is probably why a lot of people talk about it in my inbox. I got the impression that this person hadn’t found anyone willing to bring up the topic at all, to the point that they were spilling their guts to a near stranger.

And yea it makes me a little sad. I’m not an expert or a resource, and I barely just stopped being a kid, hell I’m not even always coherent! but I might also be all someone has just because I’m like. Too autistic to stop myself from bringing up child sex abuse every few days??

I don’t know where I was going with this lol. It’s very late and I should sleep

#nnstuff #rambling #csa tw

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bitethedevil · 10 months ago

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what annoys me the most about "canonically bad in bed", a list

- this is coming from hist LITERAL DILDO, like sorry he is not trying to pleasure his dildo, DO YOU PLEASE YOUR DILDO OR YOURSELF WHEN U GET OFF??? (totally understand haarlep is unhappy #freehaarlep but that is not the topic of this treatise)

- masturbation is always auto-erotic. e.g. almost all pornography directed at straight men shows men glorification of THEIR role in a sex situation, almost all erotica directed at straight women shows THEM being desired, it is always abt u and ur ego

- being "good" or "bad" in bed is a normative bullshit question I am frankly annoyed tav can even ask, because different people like different things, and this game is otherwise a lot better written about sex and gender stuff. also if you play haarlep's game, tav lies there like a starfish doing nothing at all, and haarlep likes it?? we should get rid of normative sexual evaluations of others smh

- there are people who like topping, people who like bottoming, frankly this is kinda toxic homophobic/misogynistic "haha, he was the one *getting* fucked all the time" implying a. the fuck-ee is dominated by the fuck-er and fucking is a violent act of dominance (untrue), and b. bottoms are somehow lesser than tops? so much wrong with this!!

- if I recall correctly haarlep just says raphael was bad in bed and always on bottom, and nothing about how long he lasts, and then the only way tav can use this knowledge to provoke raphael is by ASSUMING he doesn't last for very long, which is like wtf? why would u shame someone with some made-up toxic sex norms/assume they try to last when they masturbate? (even in case haarlep does say raphael cums too soon, shaming people for cumming too quick is such an incredibly mean thing, they can't control it)

- it is kinda sad (and toxic ngl) that raphael cares about haarlep so much and can't deny him anything and is so obsessed with this person who hates him and is dependent on him, giving strong toxic hetero relationship vibes. raphael, u can't have a relationship with someone who u control baby that is just not how it works lil guy, are u too scared u are not good enough for someone who will choose u of their own free will, are u scared they will leave u babygirl

to conclude we know absolutely nothing about raphael's sexual preferences, we just know haarlep is (rightfully) angry at him and being a slave, and raphael has ego issues which like come one we already knew that from day 1

I’m completely with you anon. The only thing I would like to comment on (and this is just my own interpretation) is the fact that Raphael can’t deny Haarlep anything. I don’t think that’s out of any fondness, I completely think its through Haarlep’s magic…which…just kind of makes it worse since Haarlep is there to spy on him for Mephistopheles. You saw how hard it was for Tav to deny him use of their body and mind. I’d imagine it works the same way with Raph, even though he’s a cambion. In my mind, the whole dynamic between Haarlep and Raph is fucked and Raphael is just trying to make the most out of a bad situation (I wrote a whole post on it a little while back, but it is of course just my own interpretation). Which just makes it even WORSE that Tav behaves the way they do about the whole thing. Like damn. I’d be mad as hell too.

I might write a standalone post on the weird discourse on Raphael’s sex-life at some point because it does somewhat fascinate me. Everyone is entitled to their own interpretation of any work, and that is something I hold sacred. What bothers me sometimes is the way that people talk about it. For example, the problematic way of portraying tops/bottoms and the shaming part that you also talked about in this ask.

What bothers me even more is when people feel the need to drag that interpretation into fan-spaces to reduce the character to just those aspects as a “gotcha”. I don’t know if that is just me, but if there’s characters that I don’t like, I don’t even use their tags. I’ve written a couple of hate posts on the Emperor. They might show up under the tag just because Tumblr’s algorithm is weird, but I’ve never tagged them with the character’s name, just in case there are fans who use the tag and find that annoying.

Anyway…Thank you so much for the ask! I completely agree with you.

#ask #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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clothes shop employee!scara x customer!reader

enstablished relationship | romantic | lemon | genshin au but kinda modern? since I implied existence of technology.

I just had this idea while shopping so like thank me later

of course you knew. he was always around you, save when he had to work. why get a job, though? wasn’t what you financially provided enough? did he trust you’d leave him, one day? no, nothing like that. he talked it out with you, he took the first good-paying job that didn’t take all of your time toghether, he just wanted to not depend on you too much and be a “burden”, thing you reassured him on multiple times, but still.

you decided to let him do his thing and keep his freedom, so to not to bother during his shift.

one time though, on a festive day, you decided to go on a shopping spree by yourself, since the shop your s/o worked at was a full time one (luckily he took care of everything during the morning) and you decided to pay him a visit.

there he was, carrying boxes around a deserted area of the huge building, you had to wander around for a bit to find him. “there you are, love..” you said, he jumped and turned around just to find you with three bags full of brand new clothing.

he sighed and laid the boxes on the ground, looking embarassed: “what.” you took a good look at him before thinking out loud: “that uniform looks good on you…” you litterally had heart-shaped pupils. “perhaps I should become a regular here.” he facepalmed and replied: “is it even possible to become a regular at a clothes shop?” while looking at you in disbelief. “for you, pookie, anything is possible.”

he facepalms again. “alright, love you and all. now go before someone catches me slacking off - I think I might even get a raise pretty soon.” your face shifts to a surprised one. “already? you must be the best employee, then… are you already part of your boss’ graces?” you got closer to him as you formed the question.

“yes, and I don’t want that to change.” you pouted as you finally hugged him from behind, then grabbing his chin and bringing it closer to you, making him face you. looking straight into his eyes, you demanded: “you’re so good for them, why not be even better for me?” he blushed and tried to squirm out of your embrace, as he refused to with all his will, just before you assured “no one’s around. are there any cameras?”

he though about it for a second and brought you along with him behind a couple of big boxes. “we should be out of reach here. make it quick though, whatever it is you want to do.” you smirked and pulled him in closer, dropping alm yout bags on the floor, just to start peppering his lips and cheeks with kisses, feeling the need to do so on such a happy day, on such a soft and cute thing like him.

But was that enough? HAHA not even close. So, sliding down to mark him, you made him shiver in a need for your attention he hid didn’t know he had. not today, at least.

“s-stop, you’re gonna get us caught, you imbecile!” he whined, kinda in an undertone. you kissed his lips once more, one hand up on his head, grabbing his hair just enough to keep him in position, sliding the other hand on his butt, squeezing it.

he didn’t have the chance to moan, but he did let out some pretty whimpers while making out with you.

he was a blushing mess. he pulled away to breathe and pushed you off of him.

“alright, you got what you wanted. now let me work in peace, you idiot.” he returned to his normal expression, but still tinted of red. “fine, fine.” scara turned to the opposite direction as you finished talking, forcing you to stop torturing him (and to leave asap unless you wanted to buy something).

hope you enjoyed lolololololol have a good day

(requests are open - check the pinned post - i’m new so any req/idea/anything is much appreciated love u all xoxo)

#scara #scaramouche #scara lemon #scaramouche lemon #scara x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche oneshot #scaramouche ff #bf scaramouche #bf scara

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suzukiblu · 8 months ago

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May I ask how you got people interested in your works? You have so many people who love your writing (rightfully so bc you're awesome) and I just want to find some people who like my writing like you did

ik that I should be writing for myself and everything, and for the most part I am! I write bc I like writing and it makes me happy! But it's just so so discouraging to see my little silly posts that take me 5 minutes to make do fantastic, meanwhile the works that take me weeks of effort get like 3 notes yk?

How do you do it? Did you ever deal with something similar? Any words of wisdom for the struggling noobs?

(This is a genuine question, I'm not trying to be rude in any way shape or form and I'm very sorry if it came off like that) (Also sorry to bother you)

You’re good, I’m not bothered by questions and I don’t think you’re asking anything rude either! I especially don’t mind the “please explain this thing I don’t know much about to me” type of questions, there’s just some shit you can’t effectively google or things that just make more sense coming from someone with direct experience.

First and foremost: the two cakes meme is law!! No one will ever complain about getting two cakes, no matter if you think someone else already did it better!

Second and second-most: as a newbie, before you read any of my advice at all, remember that you're currently comparing yourself to someone who’s been writing fic for their entire writing experience and has also been in fandom on and off for pretty much all of that time on multiple sites and through at least a couple major migrations of fandom hubs, and that time has been about twenty-five years now. Like, it has very much been a long-term process, me learning how to find a receptive audience for my stuff. Also I am a grown-ass adult who is currently pushing forty and am pretty self-aware of who I am as a person due to a WHOLE lot of personal introspection and therapy and general life experience. Like, I know how I work at this point in my life, if nothing else.

The long-form answer of my personal fandom process will definitely require a cut at this point, though, haha. Like, this got kind of involved, ngl, but since you’re asking I figure it’s reasonable to go into detail.

So anyway, the “how to find your audience” answer is obviously gonna be different for everybody, but PERSONALLY, I've been in fandom for a long-ass time and just about always been pretty prolific and consistently communicative and available during the times I was around. I have a ton of different fandoms and fics in my history and have run into a lot of different people and written a lot of different things over the years, so I've cast a pretty wide net of options for people to find me through. I've got readers who've followed me through multiple fandoms and even deliberately gotten into new ones because of me just because they like how I write and know me well enough from my other writing to trust that I’ll be respectful of certain things (or at least put in a good-faith effort to be). Your kink is not my kink, but I’m not gonna hate on it; your thing is not my thing, but you have fun over there, you DO your thing!

Being prolific is super-helpful, of course, because that gets people in the habit of checking in on you regularly and keeps you fresh in their minds, but one of the most effective ways I’ve gotten people long-term interested in my work is by being very responsive to readers and very open about what I’m currently working on. Taking requests has helped, asking who wants to see more of what has helped, talking to people in general has helped, and definitely playing “yes, and?” with ideas I’ve been offered has helped. Also I had the benefit of LiveJournal being one of my main fandom hubs for a while, where I met a lot of people and got in the habit of talking to them in a way Tumblr does not necessarily intuitively facilitate, so that’s just a habit for me.

I definitely still produce stuff that comparatively flops and get bummed about it, it’s just a thing I’ve gotten used to over the years and so I either kill my darlings and move on to the next thing or I decide “naw, I’m still into this idea, I’mma work on it more anyway”. That’s obviously much easier when at least a couple other people are also into said idea, but still, it’s a thing you just gotta decide for yourself either way. Like I’ve DEFINITELY had stuff I slaved over get just about totally ignored while things I only tossed up on a whim off the top of my head or just intended as jokes people adored and resonated with way more, which is part of why I do so many WIP memes where I’m drip-feeding bits and pieces of content more regularly. One of my recent fics didn’t get near as much of a reception or interest on AO3 as I’d hoped it would, but when I was writing it on Tumblr people DID get excited for and enjoy it during the process, so that helped soothe that particular indignity/frustration for me.

Also, I’ve gotten enough people invested in my writing at this point that it’s much easier for me than it is for some writers, because I can do things like ask “hey what do you guys like/want to see more of?” and I’ll pretty much always get an answer, simply because so many people are in the habit of regularly checking on my blog and talking to me now. Polls are very helpful that way too, because it’s a functionally anonymous way for shyer people or people who are just casually scrolling their dash to give you an idea of what they’re enjoying from you without having to disrupt their flow or psych themselves up or anything like that. Like, it’s low-pressure, you know? I have done a LOT of polls since I found out Tumblr has those now.

I also constantly encourage people to both talk to me about and also play with my interpretations and AUs as they so please, and I deliberately cultivate responsive relationships with as many readers as I can. I don’t always have the spoons to answer every ask, but I always try to answer the majority of them and try not to ignore questions. A significant chunk of people have told me that they read tropes and AUs from me that they hate from other writers because they just trust that I’ll write it in a way that they can enjoy. I will include certain things and a certain level of respect that they just would not be comfortable without, and if I don’t have those things in there or there’s a common trigger, I’ll at least have done my best to tag for it. And I listen to people who tell me when I’m fucking up and I either take reasonable accommodations or change my behavior where appropriate. I tag for common triggers, I don’t use terms I’ve been told are insults or slurs, I try not to associate negative connotations with physical characteristics or things people can’t change about themselves, and when I have a reflexive “squick” reaction, I try not to assume shit and try to examine my biases. Or I just back-button and move on, if it comes to it. I also do my best to assume the best of people until they prove that I should not be. I am very much going to de-escalate when and wherever I can.

I generally consider myself a low-drama blog and a low-drama person to follow, and put in effort to be that as best I can, and at this point I think (or at least hope) people feel relatively confident that they can talk to me without having to worry about immediately getting their head bitten off, which seems to be an increasing fear/concern that some people have in fandom. Therefore, I get people talking to me pretty regularly, because I’ve gone to the effort to be as approachable as I know how to make myself.

Also, yeah: above all else, write what you wanna write! Write your weird and niche dreams! Trust me, somebody out there LOVES your weird and niche dreams and wants all the deets on ‘em. I get the most engagement and interest when I just write what I really wanna see and don’t particularly worry about how goddamn weird I think I’m being. People are actually gonna be EXCITED about how goddamn weird I think I’m being, because a lot of them want it too and they’re not finding it as easily as a lot of the more popular stuff.

So like . . . hope at least some of that was helpful, feel free to ask follow-up questions if you have any, hah.

#anonymous #rintalk

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mcytblr-archive · 9 months ago

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Early MCYTblr Interviews: georgeeehd

today's interviewee is reese/georgeeehd/lmanburg/tommyofcolor! dreamlying member, mcytblr og, and the person who discovered that dream wasn't registered to vote. below is a transcript of questions and answers!

Q: What was your experience in wider MCYTblr?

A: I don’t have much experience with wider mcytblr. Maybe I used to reblog Grian stuff on my main blog, before all this DSMP shit. There wasn’t much of a Dream community when I started posting, much less one for DreamNotFound (surprisingly, Dreamnap was the popular ship of the two early on????? so bizarre to me), so I dug out my microcosm immediately. There was never a wider myctblr for me.

Q: What was your experience in critblr/dreamlying specifically?

A: The notion that dreamlying is the spawn of critblr is interesting to me, because I agree with you now, but I wouldn’t have at the time. Critblr was a tumblr community. Dreamlying was a friend group, predating critblr. I considered myself dteamblr for a really long time— I never felt aligned with the critblr movement because that was always Jason’s territory, really. I don’t mention it to nitpick or to scold, but like, I’m into this archiving thing, too, so I wanted to opine on how we label these groups. Maybe there should be a distinction made between what we considered ourselves vs. what we actually were.

My experience in proto-critblr was pretty cushy because it was all mine. Me and my contemporaries had a following, we were respected, we had smart things to say, we were funny, established, etc. Think, “The School of Athens.” I definitely grew a bit of an ego with how popular I was, which I’m sure will come across in this interview, haha.

At times I felt a little unchallenged, like people were only agreeing with me not because I was right, but because I was saying anything at all. At the same time, I was incredibly defensive and insecure, so the little pushback I might have gotten would bother me terribly. I was probably overreactive and mean. I was fifteen then, and I’m nineteen now, so there’s lots of things I would’ve handled differently, if I could.

In terms of my experience with dreamlying, I like what Ozzie had to say. We were all just very, very good friends. There’s not much else to it. In my first discord server, “dream lying” was a hidden messaging channel where we could critique Dream Team freely. “Dream lying” was supposed to parody the phrase “dream truthing.” So we were basically this tiny little secret society, at the start. There was no way we wouldn’t have hit it off.

Q: Are there any events that stand out to you?

A: A lot. Too many. Some are more personally relevant than historically relevant, and I don’t really know where to draw the line. The voter registration fiasco was a big one, but there were other smaller things… I was always in some fuckin’ controversy or another! The magic 8 ball says, Ask again later.

Q: Was being in MCYTblr an overall positive or negative experience for you?

A: Undoubtedly positive! I don’t even know where to start with this question. I met a lot of wonderful people that I still keep in contact with today, right? But beyond that, I feel like being in this community helped me grow a lot, like, personally. I was thinking and writing a lot. I learned so, so much, about people, about the internet, about fandom, about myself. It was such an expansive experience.

I guess I should mention that my time with mcytblr was incredibly stressful. My involvement in the fandom weighed heavily on my mental health. I felt very watched, and I still do. At my worst, I was hospitalized. (I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t mention my mcyt-induced mental hospital stint in my mcyt interview.) None of that really moves me, though, ‘cause it was all just part of the experience, and I find it all pretty funny, looking back.

Q: A few people have mentioned the account mcyttruth in relation to you, specifically around a callout post. What happened there? [I had misremembered-- I meant to ask this to Jason lmanburg, not Reese lmanburg.]

A: The mcyttruth callout wasn’t about me, but my discord server, dteamblr 2. I was not as involved here— at this point, critblr was in full bloom, and this server was like a rendezvous for people who liked dreamlying and modcord blogs (modcord was another friend group, like dreamlying, but critblr-based).

Regarding that callout specifically, I don’t know. Probably, there were too many r-slurs, too many jokes about hating Ranboo, the usual. There were a lot of callouts (for me or for people I was friends with), and I never really took them seriously. I mean, honestly, the url “mcyttruth” alone is derivative. Do you know how many times I’ve read the words “mcyt” and “truth”? Everything about this is a blur to me.

Q: I suppose I would ask-- given the current events surrounding many of the creators who were popular in 2020/2021, do you feel that dreamlying has been vindicated in their criticisms of creators?

A: Yes, but I would have said yes in 2020, because who these people are was as obvious to me then as it is now. Our criticisms weren’t like, headcanons that we made up to be mean, they were plain old observations. Wilbur was openly mentally ill, creepy, and generally dismissive of other people. Not to say that there aren’t good things about him either, but, of course this is the kind of guy to make his girlfriend clean up after him. There’s a million cautionary tales about guitar stringers with floppy hair under a beanie, whiny song lyrics, and a masturbatory approach to self-loathing.

Dream’s not this person anymore, so that’s not why I bring it up, but think back to when his old Reddit account was exposed for being active on r/The_Donald. That was everything we were ever talking about! That was Dream being exactly who he was— a young white man from Florida. I love Dream, always have, always will. Acknowledging that he is/was a whole person with flaws and unsavory politics, I think, is truer fanhood than the idolization everyone puts him through.

You use the word “vindicated” to acknowledge that we were heavily criticized ourselves. Most of that was on the basis of privacy— you know, whether or not it’s okay to speculate on people’s personal lives. It doesn’t matter that we were “right” so often, that we still are, and always will be, because people will focus more on the original sin of having speculated in the first place.

I used to love vindication because it made me feel smart, like I could see things that no one else could. Now it just makes me sad. I don’t think it has anything to do with smarts, nor would I care if it did. I think people just don’t let themselves think that far. You know, “I don’t want to make assumptions,” “It’s none of my business,” “It’s not that deep,” etc. Maybe there’s no instinct to look deeper at all. It really just makes me sad.

Q: Is there anything else you'd like to add/have archived?

A: I’d like to ask everybody to stay critical. The hivemind response to recent events have shown me that this fandom remains as shallow, unthinking, conformative, elementary… as it was four years ago.

Thank you for conducting these interviews in the first place. It's nice hearing everyone’s voices again.

#early mcytblr interviews #Volume 13 #georgeeehd

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httpscomexe · 5 months ago

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Muzzle

Summary: Turns out, the butterfly effect can be real even without a butterfly to be affected. Now the only thing that can go wrong is the words that come out of your mouth.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Bucky x Reader (Use of fake name)

Tags: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10

Warnings: Mentions of shooting, mentions of sedation, mentions of guns. (There will be individual warnings each chapter)

Word Count: 2863 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 3

So what if you fucked up? Just because you patched him up, doesn’t mean you’ll ever see him again or have anything to do with Hydra, right? I mean you did them a favour if anything, making sure their precious Winter Soldier didn’t suffer.

“Panic near the Manhattan district when a violent shootout occurred last week. Damage happening all around the street. Cars windows smashed and delicate plates broken in antique stores and coffee shops. Only 2 civilians were found dead, shot by Hydra agents, and multiple others found with minor injuries.” The TVs volume is low as you mindlessly stare at the wall in front of you, waiting for your friend to call you back with whatever “good news” she claimed she had, you had waited hours, but still no call back. It was almost the next day, so you finally decided you should go to bed for the night.

You awoke to the sound of your alarm on your nightstand. Instead of immediately standing, you drag your hands down your face and then turn onto your stomach before screaming into your pillow. Only then do you continue with your normal morning routine, security would be there to inspect your dorm in about five more minutes, so all you had time to do was brush your teeth, and do your hair before there was a knock on your door, so with your toothbrush still in your mouth, you unlock and open the door to your dorm, not even bothering with a good morning as you step to the side immediately and three men storm in with their guns pointed forward, inspecting every inch and undusted corner or your room. As they inspect your room, you spit your toothpaste back into the bathroom sink and rinse your hands before cleaning your face, deciding to go without makeup.

“Okay ma’am, and now for the questions that we’re required to ask you by the-”

“My name is Clover Whittaker. I am the only person who lives in this dorm, no I have not seen any suspicious activity, men, women, or heard anything suspicious from anybody or gotten any suspicious texts or calls from either a hidden or known phone number.” You tell them, giving them your fake name. Only your closest friends would ever know about who you really are. “Why are you staring at me like that? Did I miss something?” You look up from the sandwich you were lazily throwing together.

“Well the thing is ma’am.” One of the men stepped forward. “We got an anonymous tip from someone. They said last week before the shooting that you had been in contact with the Winter Soldier. What do you have to say about that?” You look back and forth between the three men.

“He knocked on my door asking for help. I didn’t know who he was, I don’t really watch the news or keep up with anything happening.” You answer honestly before walking past them to grab a light jacket.

‘Well with your TV I just assumed you watched it every morning.” One of the other men nod towards your TV. The 24/7 news channel is still on your TV, you’d forgotten to turn it off last night and now some fundraiser was on there, something about a pumpkin patch near the college.

“Haha, so funny.” You laughed, your humour entirely dry as you toss a dirty shirt into your laundry bin. “Well sense I’ve been having fully armed, bullet proof government agents barging through my door every single morning, yeah, I’ve had the TV on the news a lot lately.”

“So I take it you don’t know who I am?” The last of the three finally speak up. He’s black, or kind of light skinned but you were sure it was just the way the ceiling light was hitting him. He also had a big ass bag that looked like it weighed a ton or two and some stupid looking goggles were perched up on his forehead.

“Nope.” You answer plainly before grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, I need to get to class because unfortunately the grade that I get in maths could also potentially construct my entire future. Please leave my dorm.” You say quickly, waving your hand towards the door in a way that wasn’t meant to seem as rude as it did.

“Ma’am. We’re going to have to ask you to come with us.” Another man walked over and only now did you bother to read his nametag, it read “Coulson.”

“Stupid name…” You mumble, emitting a questioning ‘hmm’ from his closed lips. “Why should I come with you? Actually I don’t care. Don’t answer that. I’m not going.”

“Well see you don’t have a choice because if you refuse to come with us then we’re going to detain you and if you fight we will have to temporarily sedate you.”

“Sedate hmm?”

“Yes, sedate.”

“I feel like I should be calling my lawyer.”

“You don’t have one cause apparently you’re hiding from the law.”

“What makes you think I’m hiding from the law?”

“Anonymous tip.”

“Seriously?”

“This is your last chance, ma’am.”

“Please stop calling me ma'am. It makes me feel old and by the look on all three of your faces combined I’d say your ages would add up to at least three hundred, and there's only three of you so that’s not a compliment.”

“Well, we would refer to you by your real name but you still have refused to give it to us. So unless the name Clover is a nickname, don’t expect us to call you that.” The third one speaks up, last name “Barton,” on their nametag, also stupid.

“Right.” You sniffle awkwardly and part of you feels like running down the hall through the still opened door would be your best option but you weren’t bullet proof and their guns looked pretty real.

“Well?” The black one, who wasn’t wearing a nametag, spoke up.

“So what is your name? I mean you asked if I knew who you were and usually if the answer is ‘nope’ then normally you would tell them.”

“Sam Wilson.” He answers, his voice suddenly getting louder with either pride or annoyance, possibly both.

“You look darker on TV.”

“Okay.” Coulson says loudly, clapping his hands together. “You now have a limited option on what you say next. It will either be ‘I’ll come with you,’ ‘I’m not going anywhere with you guys,’ or you can run away and say whatever you decide so we can sedate you and get this over with.” He says.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Is it sarcastic?”

“Why is there an Avenger in my dorm?”

“Well I thought that was obvious. We’re part of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, S.H.I.E.L.D for short.”

“Could’ve just said S.H.I.E.L.D the first time. Actually you could’ve said it before I made fun of all three of you, I would’ve already made up my mind.”

“You haven’t made fun of us though?” Barton spoke.

“Not outloud.” You mumble.

“Well then I’m assuming that means you’re coming with us now that you know we have two avengers and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D in your dorm?”

“No actually I was gonna run.” You pause, watching as their brows quirk into confusion. “I said that outloud.”

“Yea, you did.” A new voice came from the open doorway and yet another man was standing in your dorm. This one you recognised and wanted to kill yourself over.

“Hey, Nick. How’s your eye?”

At first you were okay with waiting to be interviewed, then the clock passed thirty minutes and you’d had enough of waiting. “Hey.” You start to yell out, hoping for someone to come into the small room to see what you wanted, but no one came in. Instead there was a scratching sound before someone spoke to you through the speaker in the corner of two of the walls.

“Yes? Is everything alright?”

“No everythings no alright. Why am I just sitting in this uncomfortably hard metal chair when I was told I was being interviewed by a Hydra professional?”

“Well see no one wants to bother arguing with you. Everyone we’ve asked either suddenly needs to get lunch at nine in the morning or their fish needs bathing. So you’ll have to wait a while longer.”

“If I have to wait one more minute I’m not giving information to anyone.” Just then a door finally opens.

“Good morning.” The man says. “I’m agent Ross. It’s nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out to you after he crosses the table to shake your hand and you politely shake his hand. “And your name is?”

“Nice try.”

“Well I’d feel a lot better if I knew I wasn’t talking to a criminal. Or if I knew I was.”

“You’re not.” You pause and watch as he takes the seat across from you. “For the most part.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Back to the subject of why I’m here.”

“I haven’t even gotten there.”

“Exactly.”

“You don’t seem very threatened or uncomfortable considering you’re in a building full of Avengers and secret agents that aren’t governed by the US.”

“No, I’m pretty uncomfortable… At least physically.” You shift on your chair, your ass going numb. “Mentally I learnt from the best.” You look towards the blacked out window, you knew Nick Fury would be standing behind there with his arms crossed, eyes slightly squinted, and head slightly tilted.

“So it seems you know Fury pretty well?” Ross begins to go through his folders.

“Hey if we were just gonna talk about me, we could’ve just sat on my really comfortable cheap couch in my dorm and I could’ve ordered McDonalds.”

“You know, I think you’d get along really well with Mr. Stark.”

“I’ll pass.” You say quickly upon hearing his name.

“Oh? Did we finally find a sensitive subject?” He asks rhetorically.

“Another question about me and I’m not saying anything else. I’m running out of patience.”

“Right.” He says, pulling a pen out of his tit pocket and flipping his notebook to an empty page. “So, what exactly were you doing interacting with the Winter Soldier?”

“He came to my dorm really early in the morning and he was all bloody and gross so I patched him up, and let him shower, then he was on his way.”

“And why was he wounded?” He scribbles in his notebook.

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t ask?”

“None of my business.”

“A man with a muzzle on his face comes knocking at your door at three in the morning while you’re studying for your exams and he’s covered in blood and smells absolutely disgusting, also would be good to mention that he was carrying illegal weapons, multiple daggers, and there was a huge gun on his back, but you don’t question it or report it?”

“Would you question the embodiment of a felony?”

“No.” He admits. “But I would definitely report it the next day.”

“And who is gonna think reported it the next day when he finds out it was reported?” You cross one leg over the other. “Is he gonna think that the cult or whatever illegal makeup Hydra considers themselves reported him to the police, or is he gonna think it was the young little college girl that more than likely would never be able to overpower him and would probably obey simple laws and morals because she goes to medical school and stays up until three in the morning studying wounds.” Ross doesn’t respond, he only asks the next question.

“Have you seen him since that night?”

“Haven’t seen the man since the shooting.”

“Now here comes the big question.” He clicks his pen and closes his notebook. “Why didn’t he shoot you?”

“Would you shoot the person who stitched you up at three in the morning?”

“Well that depends. Am I also a brainwashed murder who can’t think for himself because everything I do is commanded by whomever currently has control over my brain and my current command was to kill every living being who falls into my eye sight? Or am I just me?” He asks, folding his hands and lending over the table.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if you actually payed the slightest attention to the news, you would know that the Winter Soldier has absolutely no control over his actions.” He slides a folder over to you, you open it and the Winter Soldier's face was on the first page with his name printed above it. “His name is James Buchanan Barnes. His friends, or the people who would call him a friend, call him Bucky, but were going to call him Barnes for the sake of time.” He leans back in his chair, locking his fingers together and placing his hands on his stomach. “Now. When he’s not being brainwashed into the Winter Soldier which was a personality created from a vial which makes him pretty damn hard to kill, he’s just a normal dude. He doesn’t remember who he’s killed, what he said, where he's been. When he visited your dorm that night, he was Barnes, just a normal dude aside from the life threatening injuries. But during the shooting he was the Winter Soldier.” He told you dumbly, watching your hands as you slid the folder back over to him. “So it’s not possible that he remembered you. Even if he did remember you, he had some pretty strict instructions to kill anyone he sees. Which should’ve included you, and your friend.”

“What’re you getting at?”

“We don’t currently know who’s controlling him, but you’re the only civilian who we know has been around the Winter Soldier in the past week.”

“Oh you pathetic mother-” You groan. “Really? You guys think I’m the one who’s controlling him?”

“It’s the only reasonable explanation.” He says, giving you a look that said it wasn’t his idea to bring you in, he knew it wasn’t you. “I mean, you took care of his wounds, managed to unlock a muzzle on his face that required a very complicated key or an extremely skilled thief or lockpicker, then while in public he not only did not shoot you but also listened when you didn’t want him to shoot your friend.” He sits up.

“Pretty big coincidence huh?” Was all you had to say. “I don’t know what to say to that other than I have no fucking idea what’s going on. But you should really consider looking into the anonymous tips you were given. I’m curious about whos behind them.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” You question, sitting back, slouching as you twiddle your thumbs. “Only one person knows my real name of my entire friend group, and he would never tell anyone.”

“Thank you.” Ross stands up, collecting his folders.

“I’m sorry what? Thank me for what?”

“Well you have a very small friend group. About seven people to be exact, two of which your genuinely close to, and both are male, one of which is an avenger so we know it’s not him, so that leaves us with-”

“Edward Leeds.” Phil Coulson walks up to the chubby kid who turned around to the sound of his name. “Phil Coulson, I work with S.H.I.E.L.D, and I’m here to question you about one of your friends.”

“Oh uh, okay which friend?” He crosses his arms. “Also you can just call me Ned. Wait you said S.H.I.E.L.D? Like THE S.H.I.E.L.D? Like the Strategic Homeland Intervention-”

“Yes. S.H.I.E.L.D. Now about your friend.”

“Yea what’s their name?”

“That’s the thing, we don’t remember her name. But here's a picture of her.” He pulls out his phone, and a live video of you shows on the screen, still sitting uncomfortably on the most useless chair on the planet.

“Oh that’s Clover.”

“Her real name preferably.”

“Clover.”

“You’re a very loyal friend Mr. Leeds.”

“Like I said, Ned is okay.”

“Yes but Mr. Leeds is less friendly and it makes you uncomfortable, so I’m going to use that. Now I’m going to ask for your friends real name one more time or I’m going to have to bring you into the interrogation room, same as hers and we have legal authority to torture you since the information could be vital to save thousands or even millions of lives.”

“No.”

“Her name is Jasper.” You smirk as Ned, who was sitting upright next you, his eyes not leaving the numerous torture devices, finally says, and it still isn’t the truth.

“What a friend Ned.” You say, your arms crossed as you try your hardest to look betrayed, even though it was yet another fake name, just one that was actually in the government's database.

“Full name preferably.”

“Jasper Rosefield.” He says.

“Well Ms. Jasper.” Agent Ross says. “Now we definitely know you’re hiding something.”

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