#dont match the head i have on it enough to put work into it lol

[atlabeth]

geyser

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: percy learns about the first girl luke castellan ever loved.

a/n: this is a lil sad. sorry about that. but i really like it and it came out of nowhere in like 2 days so i hope you enjoy despite the sadness. title from the mitski song

wc: 6.5k

warning(s): major character death; not shown but hangs over the whole fic. angst made angstier by fluffy flashbacks. mostly told through percy’s pov but includes luke, annabeth, and reader povs

also if you saw this before on another account DONT WORRY... that account was also me. im just doing some stuff behind the scenes right now as i figure stuff out lol i promise no plagiarism is going on

Percy thought that his head might explode. 

He didn’t know how he was still walking, honestly. His mom died, he killed a— no, the— Minotaur, all the Greek myths were real and his dad was one of them, and now he had to deal with that freak accident with Clarisse and the toilets. 

At least he would be ready next time she tried to beat him up. Percy had been the new kid enough to know there would be a next time.

All he could do was stare at the Minotaur horn in his hands, the only sign that what happened outside the border was real. The horn in his hands and the hole in his heart. 

Percy swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d been thrown into the deep end, and the only thing on his mind was when he would start to drown. 

“Hey.” Percy looked up to see the counselor he’d met earlier with Annabeth—Luke. He tossed a ziploc bag at him and he caught it, taking a moment to look at what was in it. 

“I stole you some toiletries from the camp store,” he explained. “Thought it might make you feel more at home.” 

“…Thanks.” He didn’t know if Luke was joking, but the damage had already been done. And it was the nicest thing someone had done for him so far. He set it down next to his Minotaur shoebox. “Is this the best that it gets?” 

Luke’s lips quirked up in a slight smile. “For now. We’re a little crowded, if you couldn’t tell.” 

“Just a little bit.” Percy stood up from his sleeping bag and worked out the knot in his shoulder. “Where’s your bed? Assuming you have one.” 

“I couldn’t wrangle all these cats without some back support,” he said, and he pointed to a bed in the corner. It was the only one on its own without a bunk, and he had a fair amount of decorations. Counselor privileges, he figured. Percy walked over, Luke trailing behind him. 

“Nice place,” he said. Percy picked up the Yankee’s cap on his bedside table and nodded as he looked back at him. “Nice taste.” 

“It’s for Annabeth,” Luke said. “She wanted us to match.” 

Percy nodded again in approval. “Good taste for both of you.”

Luke had various other things around — an alarm clock knocked over next to the baseball cap, a huskie sticker on the wall half-scraped off, a poster for an album he didn’t recognize. 

But the thing that caught his eye was a polaroid hanging on the wall, surrounded by a smattering of others varying in size. 

The first one had to be an old picture—Luke didn’t have his scar, and the biggest smile stretched across his face. He had a girl close with an arm slung around her waist, and she might’ve been smiling even more than Luke. A bright energy emanated around her, something that must have transferred through the picture, because Percy found himself feeling a little better just looking at her. He wondered if she was a camper. 

His eyes flicked to the next picture, which was another one of Luke and that girl. They were both laughing as she tried to put a blue hat on Luke’s head, and he protested with a hand on her wrist. They were in the forefront of a baseball game, Percy noticed.

There were other pictures, too—Luke, a girl dressed all punk, and what looked like a young version of Annabeth, most notably—but a majority of them were either Luke and that girl, or the girl all on her own. In every single one, she beamed brighter than the sun. 

Percy pointed at the picture of Luke and the girl at the baseball game, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Who’s that?”

That seemed to catch Luke off-guard, his lips parting for a moment as if he wanted to say something. It barely took him any time to get back on track, but Percy found himself frowning. 

“That’s…” Luke cleared his throat, wet his lips, shook his head. “A friend. A very good friend.”

“Does she go here?” Percy asked. 

“She did.” 

He frowned. “Where is she, then?” 

“Percy—” Luke’s voice was strained, but he didn’t really notice as he went on. 

“I didn’t see her around,” he continued, “and you look pretty close.” 

Luke blinked a couple times, and Percy swore he could see the telltale glimmer of tears starting in his eyes. A muscle worked in his jaw, and suddenly Percy was worried that he’d said something horribly wrong. He had a talent for that, it seemed. 

Fortunately, he was saved by the bell—conch shell?—and something like relief flooded through Luke’s expression. Tension still coiled in his body. 

“Come on,” he said, that camp counselor smile coming back as he put his hand on Percy’s shoulder and guided him away from the enclave. “That means dinner’s about to start.”

Percy’s frown deepened as curiosity won out again. “Was she your—”

“You don’t wanna be late,” Luke continued, ignoring his attempt. “I assume you’re pretty hungry after two days spent out?”

Well, that only made him want to push harder. But Percy figured he wouldn’t get anything out of him—especially not now. 

“…Yeah,” Percy said. “Starving.”

An odd look flickered across his face, but again, it only lasted for a second before he was back to normal. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Eleven! Fall in!” 

Percy was at the back of the line by virtue of him being the new kid, and he found himself looking back at that picture of Luke and the girl. He didn’t know why, but something drew him to her. Before Percy could think about it more, the line was moving and his growling stomach drew his attention away. 

He would have plenty of time to ask Luke about it later. 

Or rather, ask him and piss off the only person who’d tried to be his friend so far. 

…Gods. 

Maybe he was going to drown sooner than he thought. 

-

“Luke—” 

“No!” 

“Luke, please!” 

“Annabeth will kill me if she knows—” 

“She won’t know!” 

“Alright, alright— stay still, you two!” 

Your mother laughed from behind the camera as you and Luke fought with each other, you trying your damnedest to get your Red Sox cap on his head as he tried his damnedest to stop you. The frantic laughter on both sides made it a little difficult for either of you to succeed in your quest, but eventually, you got the rock up the hill and the hat on his head. 

“Take the picture, Mom!” you exclaimed, pulling Luke even closer by his arms so he couldn’t get it off. “I need the proof!” 

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Luke groaned, staring at the camera as you wrapped your arm around his side and leaned into him. He could already imagine your victorious smile, brighter than the sun beating down on them in the stadium, and just the thought of it made one of his own flit across his lips. 

“Oh, shut up, Castellan,” you said. “You chose to come to this game. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a Red Sox fan now.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell her!” Luke defended, wrenching his arms free of your control to take the hat off his head. “I don’t even care about baseball!” 

“You care so much about it,” you said cloyingly, “and you’re ride or die for the Boston Red Sox.” 

“If you say a single word—” 

“Okay, kids!” Your mother pointed at the seats next to her. “The game’s about to start—you can keep arguing, but only if you sit down so I can see.” 

“Sorry, Mom.” You grinned at her as you pulled Luke over to your seats—they were a step up from nosebleeds, but they were the ones closest to the balcony so you could at least peer over the railing down to the diamond.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” She glanced at Luke with a smile, and he could really see where you got it from. “We’ve gotta make him a fan somehow.” 

“I guess I can live with the brand.” Luke set the cap back on your head once you were seated, purposefully pulling the brim a little over your eyes, and he smiled at you. “Even though it looks better on you, anyways.” 

“You just don’t have what it takes to be a Red Sox fan in the heart of Yank territory,” you mused, pushing the hat back up so you could see. “It’s fine.” 

Luke rolled his eyes, but he could hardly bite back his smile. 

“I am glad you came, though,” you said, glancing back at him. “I’m glad you came with me in the first place. This is gonna be the best semester.”

“Thanks for having me,” Luke said. “It’s… it’s been a while since I’ve left camp.” 

“Fingers crossed for no monster attacks, eh?” You held up your hand. “At least, not during the game. I could live with it happening any other time.” 

“Don’t speak it into existence,” your mom said. “We’re going to have a monster-free school year.” 

To humor her, you made a claw over your heart and pushed out. She hummed in satisfaction, and you looked over at Luke. “It’s gonna be fine.” 

“Yeah,” he said. “Because two kids like us aren’t gonna draw any attention.” 

“Oh, I know we will,” you said. “But I know it’ll be fine.” 

Luke frowned. “How can you be so sure?” 

You shrugged with a smile. “I’ve got you.”

And in that moment, he was thankful for the freakish heat that honestly made no sense in the spring—at least it covered up any sign of what your words did to him. 

Luke thought you were joking when you asked him if he wanted to come back home with you for the school year. He didn’t know why you wanted to go back in the first place, being a Big Three kid that apparently had a death wish, but the thought of him leaving camp was almost inconceivable. 

Even after you assured him you weren’t joking, he still wasn’t sure. He was on the run with you for three years, then… 

Well, he couldn’t think about it for too long. But Luke had been on the outskirts of regular society for so long, doing nothing but fighting for his life, that he didn’t know if he could actually function at a normal school.

But it felt right for you two to get some normal time together after you were separated for so long. It took him a semester to decide, but one day during your usual Iris message conversations, he told you he’d love to spend the rest of the year in Boston with you. Luke still remembered the grin you wore, your disbelieving but victorious cheers, the apology you yelled back at your mother for your noise. 

Luke watched you as you talked with your mom, discussing Boston’s chances and player statistics and baseball jargon he didn’t think he’d ever understand, and he knew he would sit through a thousand Red Sox games if it meant he would get to keep seeing your smile.

You must have felt his eyes on you, because you glanced over at him. “Are you okay?” 

Luke smiled. Gods, he was so glad you were here. 

“Never better.” 

-

“That one nearly got me,” Luke said. 

Percy huffed as he picked up his sword from the ground—he was pretty sure he would officially lose his mind if Luke disarmed him with that stupid move one more time. One benefit to the Hermes cabin being too scared to associate with him after getting claimed was that he wasn’t making a fool out of himself in front of other people. 

“Maybe I can only beat you when I pour water on myself,” he said. 

Luke chuckled as he took a bottle from the cooler on the side and held it up. “Wanna try?” 

He shook his head. “I think my arms will fall off if I keep going with you.” 

He tipped his shoulder. “Fair.” 

Percy stared at the ground as Luke gathered himself, trying to put the free range thoughts roaming around his head in order. It didn’t help that he’d gained a million questions after Poseidon claimed him, and it didn’t help that there’s been a newest addition to his dream last night. 

He still felt strange asking Luke about it, but he had to know more about her. Percy didn’t know why it felt like his mission to find out who this mysterious girl was, or why he felt that strange connection to her. Maybe it was the way Luke acted whenever he brought her up, maybe it was that she’d popped up in his dream next to him at the very end, maybe it was just plain old curiosity. 

“I’m not supposed to be alive,” Percy said, breaking the silence. “I could die at any time in a bunch of different horrible ways. So will you tell me more about that girl on your wall?”  

Again, Luke seemed to be caught off guard by it. Percy heard the crunch of plastic as his hand clenched ever so slightly around the bottle, and he tried to cover it up with an arched eyebrow. “Why do you want to know so badly?” 

He shrugged. What was he supposed to say? 

“I’m curious,” he decided. 

Luke huffed a dry laugh before he took a sip of water, and he stared off into the distance for a while. He did a lot of staring whenever this girl was brought up. They looked like they were best friends in those pictures, but maybe whatever they had ended badly. And if she was a demigod too…

Well, it would make sense why he didn’t want to talk about her. 

“You know that phrase about curiosity?” Luke asked. 

“And how it killed the cat?” 

He nodded, drinking some more. “It goes double for demigods.” 

“Everything else wants to kill me,” Percy said. “So curiosity’s gonna have to get in line.” 

Luke’s laugh was a little more genuine this time, and he shook his head. “I guess I can tell you a little about her. You actually probably have a right to know.” 

“Is she a half-blood?” Percy asked immediately. 

He nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Who’s her parent?” 

Luke capped his water bottle and looked at Percy for a good, long moment. His face glowed in the warm afternoon sun, his scar cast in a softer light than usual. The scar used to unnerve him, but he’d gotten used to it after weeks staring at it during sword fighting. 

“She was a child of Poseidon, Percy,” he said. “Just like you.” 

Percy felt short of breath, like Luke had just knocked his sword out of his hand and shoved him to the ground. But he stood on his own two legs that somehow still worked, and Luke hadn’t moved. 

He had a sister? 

“I have a sister?” 

“…Had,” Luke corrected. “She… she died a few years back.” 

A vice latched onto Percy’s heart. He was still having a hard time breathing. No wonder Luke always used past tense when he was talking about her. 

He had a sister, he wasn’t alone, but he was because she was dead. And if Luke was one of her friends, that meant she died young. 

Gods. 

“What about their oath?” Percy asked, trying to ignore the aching in his chest. “I’m already on thin ice for my whole existing thing. How did Poseidon get away with two kids so close to each other?” 

Luke shrugged. “I’ve never known why gods do things. Her mother was a great woman, though—I could see what drew Poseidon to her against the oath.” 

One half of Percy wanted to ask every question that kept popping into his head. The other side of him wanted to break down and cry. 

“How did you meet her?” 

“We ran into each other when we were both young,” he said. “Both child runaways, both demigods, both New Englanders—we decided to rough it out on the road together. Couldn’t be any worse than doing it on our own.”

Percy tried to imagine it. A young Luke and a younger version of that girl—maybe Percy’s age—living together in the wilderness and fighting monsters. Surviving off of nothing but their wit and skill, facing death each day before they’d even reached middle school. 

“It… it didn’t happen then, did it?” he asked hesitantly. 

Luke shook his head. “Couple years later. All we did was watch each other’s backs out there.” 

Percy couldn’t help himself. “What happened to her?”  

“The same thing that happens to everyone,” Luke said flatly. “There’s a reason I’m the oldest one here.” 

“That doesn’t make it better,” Percy insisted. “It— it makes it worse, Luke. You see that, right?”  

Luke stared at his empty water bottle then tossed it back into the cooler. When his gaze met Percy’s, he was shocked by how… tired he looked. Beyond exhausted—bone-weary. Percy wanted to say more, but he didn’t get the chance. 

“This isn’t good conversation,” Luke said, “and it’s getting late. You should hit the showers before dinner.” 

The sun still beat down on them, bright and angry in the sky, but Percy provided no argument. He had a lot to think about. 

Before they went their separate ways, Percy stopped and looked back at him. “I’m sorry she’s gone, Luke.” 

Luke’s gaze went unfocused for a moment, his eyes growing glossy. “So am I.” 

-

Percy sat on the floor of the Hermes cabin in the corner that used to be his, staring at his meager belongings. He had to decide what to take on his quest, which was made easier by the fact that he hardly had anything to his name. Things could always be worse, though. At least he would have a change of clothes. 

He should’ve been doing this in his own cabin, but it felt too empty, too suffocating in its silence. Eleven was still more familiar. He heard the door open and saw Luke walk in, and his eyes lit up when he saw Percy. 

“Hey,” he said. “I wanted to see you before you left. How’re you feeling pre-quest?” 

“Like the world’s about to end,” he said. 

Luke’s lips twitched into a smile as he sat on the bed across from Percy. “Understandable. It kinda is.” 

“It’s just overwhelming.” Percy shoved the unfolded clothes into his backpack. “I have to clear mine and my dad’s names and get Zeus’s bolt back, or else war will start. No pressure at all.” 

“You were chosen for a reason,” Luke said. “You may not see it, Percy, but you’ve improved a lot since you got here. If anyone can do this, I think it’s you.” 

Percy looked up at him, and he was reminded of the way their last conversation went. He was asking before he could really stop himself. 

“I could die on this quest and never see you again,” Percy said. “So could you tell me more about my sister before I go?”  

Luke smiled wistfully and sighed. “You really won’t let this go, will you?” 

“It’s not really something you just let go,” he said. “Besides, I… I saw her in my dream last night.” 

Luke’s smile faded. “You did?”  

Percy nodded. “For a split second, but I know it was her. I felt the same way I did whenever I looked at her pictures. And… it’s the second time she’s shown up.” 

He let out a long sigh and shook his head, his gaze trailing off to the wall. He always looked so much older when he talked about this girl, like he was a war veteran reminiscing on his lost love. And from what he’d gathered, it might not have been too far off. 

“I told you we ran together when we were young,” he said, and Percy nodded. “We were both nine, and it should’ve been terrible, but she had a way of making everything better. Always found the bright side of things, was always able to make me laugh.” 

“She was from Massachusetts—right in the middle of Boston.” Luke chuckled as he looked at Percy. “Huge Red Sox fan.” 

Percy grimaced. “We all make mistakes.” 

Luke smiled, though it faded a bit. “We got separated for a while, but we found each other again when I got to camp. Things were more peaceful than they are now, so she’d been claimed at camp pretty quickly. I figure Poseidon wanted her to have the protection of him openly standing behind her after what happened.” 

He frowned. “What do you mean, ‘what happened’?” 

Luke shook his head. “That would be an awful story to send you off on.” 

Percy wanted to protest, but he didn’t. Luke was probably right—Percy didn’t want to make him relive it and then have to go on a death quest right after.

“A happier part, then,” he suggested.

“She ran away from home as a kid to protect her mom, but now that she had an idea of what she was doing, she started going back to school. She invited me to stay with her during the school year one year, and I accepted. That—” Luke’s throat bobbed, and the other hand clenched into a fist— “that was when she died.” 

In his stunned silence, Luke got up and went over to his alcove. He pulled the drawer open on his bedside table and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. It must’ve been folded and crumpled a million other times in messier ways by all the creases he could see, but when Luke opened it, he could see handwriting all over the front. 

A letter. 

“We Iris messaged each other constantly while she was at school,” he said, “and we wrote back and forth when we couldn’t. This was the last letter she sent me.” 

Percy’s first instinct was to say he wouldn’t be able to read it, but he realized that he didn’t really care. These were words that his sister wrote—he would sit here the rest of the day forcing sentences to make sense if that was what it took. 

So he took the letter when Luke offered it. 

To the one and only Luke Castellan, 

My mom said yes! After a very long interrogation (she now knows basically everything about you) and a million promises that you would be as careful as possible and that you were good enough at sword fighting to take down anything that could come after us, she said you can spend the year here. We spent a couple hours every day making my mom’s study into a guest room, so you have a place to stay.

I’m an idiot that didn’t bring enough drachmas so that’s why I have to send this letter—hopefully it gets to you soon enough, because we’re gonna come get you a week before my winter break is over. Mom is letting me drive down because she says I have to get my permit soon. It makes sense that my first big test is getting to you. If we don’t make it, it’s because we died in a fiery crash. 

Just kidding. I’m a great driver. But tell me some of your favorite songs when you reply and I’ll burn a CD for the ride—I figured out how to use LimeWire. Oh, and throw in a couple drachmas with the envelope so I can Iris message you next time. I miss your face and your voice, and my hand is cramping up writing all of this. 

But this is so exciting! I can’t wait to introduce you to all my friends at school, and show you my favorite places in the city, and make you into a Red Sox fan. And you can come to my soccer games— I’m the greatest forward there is. 

Jokes aside, I’m going to make sure you have the best time. We’ll spend every second together, Luke. We’re gonna make up for the time we lost. 

I can’t wait to see you again.

Your hurricane.  

It took Percy a long time to get through it with the words swimming all over, and it didn’t help that his vision had grown blurry. 

Tears, he realized as he blinked, and he did it again to make sure they wouldn’t fall. He couldn’t cry in front of Luke, not over a girl he didn’t even know—even if she was his sister. But maybe he was grieving that—the fact that he would never get to know her. 

“God, man. I— I’m sorry.” Percy couldn’t think of anything else to say. “She sounds like she was great.” 

Luke couldn’t even manage a smile this time as he stared at the wall. Percy was surprised he could even talk to him about it. 

“She was,” he murmured. “You would’ve liked her. And gods,” this time, a bit of a smile broke through despite it all, “she would have loved a little brother.” 

“I’m gonna make her proud on this quest,” Percy vowed. “I’m gonna clear our dad’s name for her.”

Something in Luke’s gaze had changed—sadness, almost regret. “You’re a good kid, Percy. I hope your quest doesn’t change that.” 

I hope I come back alive, he wanted to say. But given the topic matter, he didn’t. Percy carefully folded the letter back up and handed it to Luke. 

“Thank you for telling me about her, man,” Percy said. “I… I know it can’t be easy.”

Luke let out a shuddering breath as he stared at the closed letter—Percy wondered how many times he must have sat in this same position, reading her words. “No better way to honor her memory than helping her brother.” He glanced at Percy. “I see a lot of her in you.” 

He’d been wondering if he had anything in common with her. Percy felt a sudden flare of anger shoot through him—it wasn’t fair that she was dead. Poseidon was a god, and she was a teenager. He should have saved her. 

Percy’s mouth was drier than a desert. A part of him wanted to curl up in a ball and sob over the sister he never got the chance to know, but the other part of him knew—from what little Luke had told him about her—that she wouldn’t want him to. 

“I should get going,” Percy said, standing up from the floor. “We have to leave for the quest soon, and Annabeth and Grover are probably wondering where I am, and…” 

Percy trailed off, and Luke nodded in understanding. He turned around and took one of the photos off the wall—one of you alone in the middle of a park, wearing a bucket hat and absolutely beaming. 

“You deserve to have a part of her with you,” he said. “For good luck.” 

He felt himself choking up, and he pushed it down as he accepted the photo. “Thanks, man. It means a lot.”

“Good luck, Percy,” Luke said. “You’ve got a lot of people rooting for you.”

Percy found himself studying the picture of you once he made it outside, trying to memorize your face. With your wide, infectious smile that emanated pure sunlight, he could have mistaken you for an Apollo kid. But when he looked at you, he got that same warmth that he felt every time he imagined his father. 

“I won’t let you down,” he murmured. “I promise.” 

-

After sleeping in his train seat for half the day, Percy vowed to never complain about his bed in Cabin Three again. He was gonna be going down to the Underworld with permanent cricks in his neck. 

Grover was still sound asleep—Percy envied him for how easily it came to him in the worst conditions—but thankfully, Annabeth wasn’t. Her gaze was focused on the view as their train chugged along. 

Percy cleared his throat in a flawless attempt at getting her attention, and it worked. 

“You’re awake,” she said. 

“Unfortunately.” Percy sighed. “How much longer do you think it’ll be?” 

“Another day, at least,” she said. “And we’ve got a layover in St. Louis.” 

“St. Louis,” he hummed. “Nice.” 

They sat in silence for a while—there wasn’t much to talk about when they were coming off of two— or was it three, now?—near-death experiences. But eventually, Annabeth cleared her throat, taking a page from his book, and it worked again. 

“There— there’s probably something you should know,” Annabeth said, and that worked even better than clearing her throat. “You’re not the only Big Three kid to come through Camp Half-blood lately.” 

“I know,” he said. “Grover and Luke explained it.” 

Her eyes widened slightly and she leaned forward in her seat. “Luke did?” 

“…Yeah. You all already told me about Thalia.” Percy glanced away, suddenly feeling a chill in the train car. “Luke told me about my sister.” 

Annabeth went silent. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “I kind of annoyed Luke until he told me. Doesn’t really seem like a subject people at camp like to talk about.” 

“I’m just surprised he did,” she murmured. “They were… they were close, Percy. Her death destroyed him—Thalia and your sister. All of it’s complicated.”  

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I got some of that.” 

“I only knew her for a year at camp, but everyone loved her,” she said. “She was nice. Popular. Always helped when she could, always had the biggest, most infectious smile on her face.” Annabeth looked down at her hands. “She didn’t deserve the fate she got.” 

Percy didn’t think he’d ever grieved so much for someone he never knew. “But her and Luke—were they…?” 

“Yeah,” Annabeth said, “they were a thing, later on.” 

That seemed to be all she wanted to say on the matter. Percy decided not to push. 

“How did you meet her?” he asked. 

Annabeth’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I met her on the day I thought I would die.”

-

For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase couldn’t think. 

It had all happened so fast. One second she was running with Luke and Thalia and Grover, praying to her mother and any other gods that would listen to make the horde of monsters let up even a centimeter.

The next, she’d collapsed on the ground, never so grateful to have grass and dirt and dust in her face. But she could hear Luke yelling, barely able to make it out in her delirious state—she didn’t know when she’d last had a sip of water, and they’d been running for at least three miles—but he sounded hysterical. 

She remembered her last clear thought: they weren’t going to make it. 

But they had. They had, so why was Luke losing his mind? 

Annabeth pulled herself up from the ground—how long had she been bleeding out of those slashes on her arm?—and looked for the rest of her friends. Luke wasn’t yelling anymore, instead arguing with someone she didn’t recognize in a bright orange shirt. Grover’s furry legs trembled as he stared down the hill they’d just gotten up, completely silent, and Thalia— 

Where was Thalia? 

Annabeth tried to get up but her legs gave out almost immediately, and steady arms caught her before she could fall to the ground again. Kind eyes served to ease some of her panic—she was older than Annabeth, maybe around Luke or Thalia’s age. 

Thalia— 

“Hey, you’re okay,” the voice said, and Annabeth’s attention was drawn back to you. “I’ve got you.” 

“Where’s Thalia?” she blurted out, because now she couldn’t think of anything else. 

Your brows creased and you glanced back down the hill—Annabeth did too, and she saw Grover and Luke arguing with each other. Or rather, Luke was yelling at him as Grover anxiously hooked his hands through his hair. 

“I don’t know,” you said, “but right now, I need to make sure you’re okay. Are you hurt?” 

Annabeth absentmindedly held up her arm, but she was only focused on her friends. Why wasn’t Thalia with them? Why was Luke so upset?

You cursed under your breath in Ancient Greek as you cradled her arm, and you looked back down the hill. Annabeth could see at least half a dozen other kids. 

“We’ve got two half-bloods and a satyr, one injured!” you yelled back. “Get Molly and Brayden!” 

“Three,” Annabeth found herself saying. “There’s three half-bloods—” 

“Annabeth!” 

Her head shot up at the sound of Luke calling her name as he bounded over, and her eyes widened at the blood steadily spidering across the fabric of his shirt. 

“Luke, you’re hurt—” 

“I’m fine,” he insisted. “It’s fine.” 

“We have Apollo kids coming,” you said, looking up at him, still cradling Annabeth’s arm. “We’ll get y—” 

Your sentence stuck in your throat, and Annabeth could see tears welling in your eyes as your brows furrowed. She thought Luke’s eyes might burst out of his skull as he stared at you, his lips parted but nothing coming out. Neither of you were able to form words. 

When he finally did get something out, it was a single name. One Annabeth knew by heart, one that he’d mourned for years. 

“Luke?” you whispered. 

Before he had the chance to do anything, two teenagers got over the hill and called out your name, the same one Luke used. He always said you were dead, but you clearly weren’t dead, because you were here and you had her arm in your grasp and while your hands were cold, they weren’t cold enough to be dead— 

“Molly’s gonna take care of you,” you said, looking back at Annabeth and cutting off her inner dialogue. “She’ll get you to the infirmary and heal you up, okay?” 

“My friends—” 

“They’re gonna be okay too,” you said. “I promise.” 

Annabeth looked up at Luke, and he nodded. “We’ll be with you soon, Annabeth. We— we have to talk about some things.” 

So she went with Molly down the hill, and Annabeth put pressure on her bleeding wound when she told her to—it had started to sting like hell now that her adrenaline was fading. 

She looked back just in time to see you and Luke share the tightest hug ever. 

The hug of two people who realized they weren’t seeing ghosts, Annabeth thought. 

-

You bolted up in bed, eyes wide and your chest heaving as you rapidly sucked in air. Your fingers found purchase in your bedsheets, desperate for something familiar—it took a second for you to recognize your surroundings, that you weren’t in an endless void, but your childhood bedroom offered little comfort.  

You ran a hand over your forehead, damp with sweat, as you tried to calm down. Your breathing slowed, but you couldn’t shake that awful feeling that hung over you in your sleep. 

Your nightmares were getting worse, you knew that much. That raspy, demented voice used to be a rarity, and now it appeared every night. You could usually deal with your nightmares, but the sense of absolute dread that voice and the pit fostered in you was too much. You hadn’t managed to sleep through the night once since you came home for the school year.

You could deal with the monsters—to you, this was the worst part of your godly blood.

A knock rattled on the door out of nowhere, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The only thing that calmed you down was the thought that monsters didn’t knock. 

“Come in,” you croaked, your throat drier than a desert. 

Thankfully, a monster hadn’t come to make your night even more miserable. Luke stood in the doorway, his eyebrows creased in concern, messy curls hanging just above his eyes. He wore the Red Sox t-shirt you’d bought for him at the game you dragged him to, and in your addled state, you didn’t even think to tease him about it. 

“Are you okay?” He should’ve been as disoriented as you, but his alerted eyes told a different story. 

You could only think of one thing. “How did you know?” 

Luke’s lips parted for a moment, as if he hadn’t even considered it. “I could just feel it.”

You managed a smile despite every atom in your body screaming at you. “I think that means you can come in.” 

He closed the door behind him, and you shifted over in your bed to make room for him. There wasn’t much in a twin, but you made it work. Luke’s weight pressed into the mattress, making you adjust your position, and it was more comforting than any amount of blankets. 

“You’re so cold,” he murmured, laying the back of his hand against your arm. “How do you live like that?” 

“Blame my dad,” you said. “I’ve got water in my blood.” 

“I think that’s probably a bad thing,” Luke said, and you knocked your shoulder into his with a huff. 

“You know what I mean.” 

Luke let his hand fall back in his lap, and as you brought your knees up to your chest, you pulled the covers with them. 

“So,” Luke said, glancing at you, “what’s got you awake at the witching hour?” 

“The usual,” you mumbled. 

“Nightmares that might be prophetic?” he asked. 

You made a lazy gesture with your hand. “Bingo.” 

“The worst sense of dread imaginable?” 

“Bullseye.” 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

You shrugged. “It’s nothing I can’t deal with.” 

“You don’t always have to put on a front, y’know,” Luke said. You felt his eyes on you. “You don’t always have to be strong.” 

“I’m naturally strong,” you said with mock austerity. “Comes with the god for a dad.” 

Luke chuckled and shook his head. “You know what I mean.” 

“Yeah,” you murmured. 

You leaned into his side, fitting your head into the crook of his neck. Luke wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, and you let out a contented sigh. 

That voice in your nightmares seemed so small when you had Luke. 

“Can you stay?” you asked softly. 

He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.” 

“Just like old times,” you whispered. 

“Just like old times,” he agreed. 

Luke ran hot, and you’d never been more thankful for it as you fully settled into his side. Icy blood ran through your veins, and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear his steady breathing, feel his heartbeat through his chest, and the anxiety from earlier began to steadily fade. You never felt safer than when you were with Luke. 

There was something between you—you weren’t that stupid—but you hadn’t talked about it. With you and Luke, it was just… you and Luke. You didn’t have to put a label to it. 

How could you put a label to your relationship, when you’d spent your first few years together fighting for each day, and then the next few thinking the other was dead? 

Maybe someday, you would talk about it. But for now, this was more than enough. 

“Don’t worry,” Luke murmured in your ear as your eyes began to droop. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” 

And by the gods, you believed him. 

[ragingbullmode]

I'm a baby goth who really wants to get better at makeup and more specifically eyeliner similar to what you do. Do you have any products or tips you reccomend for getting started? I try to look up advice online but it's overwhelming and it's kinda embarrassing to ask for advice irl.. ty in advance if you decide to answer this.

hi !! idk how good my advice will be but ill do my best to answer as well as i can !

as a heads up i freehand everything but i have seen people use the tape method to keep their liner/eyeshadow straight (which is just putting a piece of scotchtape on the side of ur eye where u plan to have a straight area of liner)

i found using water activated liner helped me a Lot when i started doing more graphic looks at the end of last year (since its water activated u can easily just wipe it off with a makeup wipe or wet tissue) but there is a difference in feel when applying it compared to using a liner pen (to me at least) ie the brush length makes it easier for me to do the smaller details as it gives me more control, but once i got a good feel for doing stuff like that it made using the pen easier. water activated is also much better if u plan on more colorful looks; liner pens do come in colors but they dont pop as well or as bright as the water liners.

as for making ur liner symmetrical… not sure how to give the best advice for that 🤔 the way i do it is ill line out one eye with the outline of what i want to do & try to match the other eye best i can. i have shakey hands but ive found planting my elbow on my desk table & my lining hand on my cheek really helps to stabilize myself so my lines come out straight. to straighten out my lines (like if i made one side to thick) ill just wipe a smidge of it with a wet cotton pad with water liners, but when i use a liner thats waterproof i use micellar water or a make up wipe to fix it.

as for my lids i use a mehron skin prep toner (its the only product ive found that works for my Very oily lids, but its definitely not for everyone… stings like SHIT if its in ur eye especially since i am… not supposed to use it for what i have been 😬. adding that bc if i do t use it sometimes the oil will denature the liner & smear it all over my lids lol. on top of that i put foundation & whatever eyeshadow i want on top of that when the foundation is dry enough it wont smear. putting liner over whatever u layered on ur lids is a commitment & a little hard to fix if u want to put the liner on in 1 go which is why i recommend practice & playing around !!

dont be scared about it not looking nice at that start, just start with something simple to get that feel for it so u can work up to what u want 👍

as for products, i got my water inks from bymelolops (latina owned, based in puerto rico !) i bought this liner brush (and a few water inks as well) from gavissi. my eyeshadow is mostly sugarpill (i only buy when its on sale, its a little pricey but worth it) but if ur on more of a budget colourpop has good options. as for liner pens, ive been using the last of my nyx liner, but am looking for a good alternative (loreal supports isr*el) so im unfortunately not much help here as im Also on the look out 😮‍💨

i definitely suggest getting some cheap stuff to play around with !! many places like sephora & ulta also sell small sample sizes of liners so u can get one of those to try out before u commit to something. a lot of what i started with years ago came from the dollar store bc that was all i could afford at the time lolll

[the-kipsabian]

god this got so much longer than i intended im so sorry oof

i am admittedly very fascinated by kips gear design (so much so in fact that i straight up asked him if we could ever hear process or design notes about it lmao), so i had some of my own thoughts honestly

im gonna make this in chronological order cause its easier to explain the reasoning that way, so i hope it makes sense but

so we have to go back to the last of the superbad designs first

i cannot for the life of me find a photo of the backside of the gear, but i literally rewatched arcade anarchy for research for this as thats one match i can name from the top of my head where he wears this, and it holds no relevancy (apart from the 'superbad' text on the ass) to what im gonna talk about later, so

but yeah.. i have no explanation for this design choice tbh lol. im pretty sure most of this was just "because he liked the colors and it looked cool", its mostly an aesthetic choice afaik. which, admittedly, it is. its really fucking pretty. the only thing i can say from the top of my head is the drip effect on the top of the tights, as that was in some previous superbad shorts, so thats a recycled thing (and will continue to be, so its good to point out here). likewise the non-matching kneepads, tho interestingly enough the side of the one with images changes as we move on, which. i'll talk about a bit later

i just wanted to point this one out cause it has some elements that keep on appearing later, and also cause its pretty. longboy supremacy 💜

moving onto the return/boxman gear

the boxman gear holds up some of the old design choices - the different kneepads, the drip effect, at this point he also had mismatching kickpads which i found extremely interesting (especially after realizing this was a repeat design choice. like if you look at them, the right one has a light pattern on it but the left one doesnt. and then compare those to the superbad kickpads. same thing). and yeah the superbad text still remains on the ass, which i find kinda funky considering he literally right up to the reveal of this new look went around ripping into his old self so. hmm. tho this is a point im gonna bring up in the collective thoughts later, so put a pin on it

but. theres a few things i wanna focus on here. mainly the clearly toned down color scheme - the more wine red, black and white is clearly toned down from whatever that aesthetic mess was before. but it works, especially later with the colored hair. i dont know the significance of it apart from him just really liking those colors so he wanted to use them (which i believe he has mentioned off-hand before so im just pulling this from my memory idk), but im mentioning them now to talk about it later a bit more when we get to the current design

also the big head on the side. this is more relevant later, again, with how it changes from design to design, but its interesting to see that despite moving on from his "previous self", hes still carrying that image with him. sure its a bit more updated, but the base for the superbad is there and used for it. like i get it that its a logo thing, but still. it sure is a choice

and thennnnn the kneepads. cause this is where i feel like the interesting shit starts (before we move on to current look which is what really prompted this whole thought process). see, there used to be a kip head there. now its a question mark. which has been imagery he used a lot during the boxman era both before and after his return, even to the point where there was a question mark on the back of the box (with the word 'back', yes, but the question mark was still very much there. omnipresent, if you will, as was the boxman himself). it feels like a nod about forgetting, abandoning to your old self and searching for something new, searching for yourself again. to me this looks like a sign of 'who am i/who was i' type of deal, like its such a deliberate choice of where its put - and yes i know the knees change between this and the previous design, but i feel like the point still stands. even more so with the swapped knee tbh, being so lost trying to find yourself you make mistakes. i know this is a reach but bear with me lmao

I ALSO ACTUALLY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE KICKPADS CAUSE I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING

look at this. look at it. so i mentioned before that the different patterning on the kickpads, right? well its only on the right side. which is also the only side with the drip effect on it. and look at the kickpad. the pattern shows better in the ddt photo lighting, but what does that look like? its kinda like a blood splatter. and knowing at this point in time, for this character, kip was doing character studies and consuming media etc. about characters that were most often serial killers or otherwise similarly deranged... yeah baby this is a nod to that you cant tell me otherwise!!

and then some choices i just wanna mention cause i think they're interesting but i have no fucking idea what they mean or why they are there lmao. apart from the 'time changes us all' text on the right side, thats pretty obvious (and plays to everything else ive pointed out so far actually) as well as the fact that instead of a few selected fingers, he started taping almost all of them (wedding band my beloved). that one i know he has mentioned was an aesthetic choice cause he liked it (also it might have something to do with him previously having dislocated a finger mid match sssooooo)

but anyways

i just really wanna talk about the lacing of the kickpad. yeah, just the one. cause i really dont know why, but im completely in love with the asymmetry of this design choice, its very similar to the one patterned kneepad. its also made into a more obvious one as time goes on i think, cause its barely visible in the return match at all in zero hour, but just few months down the line its fully visible and you can even see it in the promo pictures, the bow end of it just dangling about. i just honestly think its really cute, but also relevant to, again, the current design so im gonna talk about it more later

..and then i just offhand wanted to mention. this. cause i dont know what the fuck this is or why its a choice in this design but. it is. so here you go have fun lmao

(like in speculation i had a quick thought that MAYBE its trying to match pennys new gears garter belt style, as its just about the same spot, and since they did kinda matching styled gear? but thats literally all i got. i got so distracted by this fucking thing and i have no idea what it is. i hate it now, thats all i know lmao) anyways, moving on! current design yay!!

so what i find the most interesting here, compared to the two others, is lack of color. honestly i think the grayscale works wonderfully with the rest of the design choices as well as his current look, but seeing him go from the previously colored design to this just sparked a thought in me.. tho idk how much of that actually plays into this design choice, considering this was done before he started the transition more away from what the boxman had become with the 'underrated and over it' gimmick and hes moving towards a much more confident version of himself again (sex idol, anyone?), but hes trying to prove something here. less flash in design, more flash in character, if that makes sense. also, classic villain look, black and white and cheesy blond 80s hair. i love him

the drips are also to the minimum now for some reason, and the splat pattern on the kickpad is gone. which is sad cause i really loved that detail, but again, minimalism, more classical and clean look. it still works, but i miss it. i also just like it how all the text is easier to look now, while that font just has the creep vibes. this whole set up feels like a homage to old black and white horror movies tbh, now that i think about it which i absolutely would not put past him

whichhhhh leads us to the first big point i wanted to make with this one - the mask on the side that now entirely replaces the previous kip heads. he very briefly brought it up as part of the two episode stint they did in ddt in february this year with penny, and there was like a single photoshoot in aew with it

and then it was never brought up again. which i believe is cause kip said once that he was waiting for a good opportunity and a longer storyline to bring it out for its full potential. which, sadly never happened as i believe he has now plans to move on from it (and possibly return to the box? we shall see, but thats what he said he wanted to do, so), but i find it interesting that its chosen as the new logo to replace the original kip head on the tights, but yet the box logo design remains on both the front and the back of the jacket (which i didnt bring up here as while i love the design, it holds no relevancy in these cases im talking about here, apart from this one) and the actual mask is never seen on screen

the second thing i wanna talk about is the text on the back. previous two designs have said 'superbad', this one says 'the gallery' - for uninformed, this was(/is?) the unofficial team name of kip, butcher, blade, bunny and penelope. although i believe they are more or less now coining the name 'deadly alliance', but since neither is official... anyways, i just wanna point it out that hes moving on from singling and acknowledging himself only, and moving more into team territory here, which is an interesting touch. especially for someone who can often be viewed as a mastermind behind the things he makes his little henchmen do. hmmm (i could talk about this alliance forever but im gonna spare you, let it just be known that i dont think they are on as equal standings within this group as they might let you believe or think themselves lmao. like kip is obviously leading this bunch of killers but thats a whole another tangent. its just an interesting thought in the relation to him now having a team name on the gear [especially when in the meantime both butcher and blade i believe just have their names SO])

and finally! the actual thing that made me wanna write this whole four fucking hours long operation!! the color splash details!!!

these. the lacing. its the only colorful thing in these pants and it has sparkled so many thoughts in me god. like i obviously see how these were easy to recycle from the previous design (although they are different laces so. theres also that. which makes this an even more deliberate choice), and keeping the colors consistent by making the two similar pieces the same color. this also can be tied together to the horror movie theme still, as while we lack blood splatters overall, we do have these here. in red. which i feel like is an important detail

i do want to, however, talk about why i thought this was so important and what it sparked in me. now, this might be the part where im fucking reaching and reading too much into this, but.. in this transition towards something new and something else, few former pieces remain, although they change along the way. the kneepads are still similar, the pants are still pinstriped, the red laces are there, the kickpads are similar, minor changes to some of the designs, etc.. the basics are the same, but it swaps to new things over time, as we move on

whats the saying thats hes using as a catchphrase and a hashtag everywhere again?

embrace the change

so you see. hes embracing it. hes moving on. hes changing. little by little, things are different, but hes making the active role in accepting it and making them happen. hes still the same old underneath, just the perception to outside and how its viewed is different. the patterns change. the colors change. the names, the phrases, the looks. they all change, hes embracing it, but it all comes down to the same old, because thats the thing; even if youre moving on, you cant forget your roots. cause whats the other, a bit lesser known saying?

time doesnt heal; it changes you

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[exmeowstic]

hii bastion !! can i pls ask to learn more abt ur ship with graha ? :o is ur insert the wol, or some other role in ffxiv, what were ur first impressions of each other and how/when did they shift into smth more? (u dont have to answer all of these, im just shooting questions out !) id love to learn more!! (@dmclr)

HIHII I HOPE YOUVE BEEN WELL <33 ive been dead from work but i finally managed to type out words from my brain. readmore bc its more than i expected and im embawassed a bit 👉👈 (also obligatory warning for spoilers thru endwalker)

SO. MY WOL AND GRAHA. truthfully,, there is still a lot of thinking to be done in terms of my s/i bastion and how things play out for him/how he fits into the story/how he acts and thinks and feels about things! esp as i approach the end of endwalker, it seems like dawntrail mighttt give me a bit more breathing room to actually think abt stuff

i do have him as the wol, i just feel like theres a lot i kinda missed out on/would like to review bc i Tunnel Vision Focused on msq to the exclusion of almost all else lol (and it doesnt help that my progression thru msq had been Very on and off until now bc i would put the game down for months due to social anxiety. frankly anytjing before like. mid stormblood is a biiiit of a blur)

though its extremely funny because i think during the crystal tower questline first meeting graha he did not make. a Particularly Big Impression on me. i was just like "oh cool another friend!" and then moved on once that was wrapped up and he kind of stayed in that default area of "nice new friend" that 99% of people fall into for bastion for a while..

AND THEN SHADOWBRINGERS HAPPENED. (admittedly i did go in pre-spoiled on the exarchs identity long before i even properly got into the game period, but just Knowing the thing and playing through it all myself are two Completely Different Feelings imo and everything about the reveal and the expansion just wrecked me it was so goodddd!!!) this is where i became crazy in the head about graha and started truly thinking abt him and bastions relationship specifically...

mm like i said i am still very much thinking about/putting pieces in place regarding bastions feelings and relationships with various characters and things, but as of endwalker things are in a weird spot with him and graha :3 specifially in the way of like... bastion is having a hard enough time just trying to come to terms with the fact that he has any sort of feelings for graha (or anyone, really) in the first place.

with the amount of things that happen to/around/because of him, he kind of blames anything happening to anyone around him on the fact That he is around, and is. overly worried with the idea that the people he cares about may get hurt because they get caught up in the mess that is His Entire Life. as much as he wants to spend more time with graha and just go on adventures with him and Not Worry, it all sits very heavily in the back of his mind.

that being said, while theyre definitely still dancing around the finer points of their feelings through endwalker, bastion and graha are undeniably close. there is no way bastion could see that an old friend waited and hoped and worked for an entire century for the sake of him and his future and Not try to match that dedication. bastion wouldnt say hes in love if you asked him, but he would say hes determined to do everything in his power to fulfill his promise to graha, to stay by his side through adventure after adventure and see the world as soon as theyre able.

on grahas side it probably seems like hes had. a Lot more time to think about things, but in truth i think hes still very much putting together the pieces. between all but abandoning who he was for a hundred years to take on the role of exarch, and then getting his soul and everything merged into his old body in the source and having to process all that, especially when he was so sure he was gonna sacrifice himself during shb and wasnt really planning on surviving up until now its. it makes me ill to think abt everything hes been through. so for sure he is also still working through his feelings. even if theyre both in a weird uncertain position about it as of right now, they both know for certain that they would like to stay by each others side.. we will have to see where dawntrail takes them ^_^

tldr lotta stuff is happening right now for the both of them so my wol and graha are not 100% a thing yet. though i can certainly think about them kising catboy yaoi style <3

bonus Image Of Them if you read this far i thank you for your time <333

[mymegumi]

HAII im late but here’s my entry for the matchups thing 🥹🥹

name: logan ⭐️

preferred anime: jjk !!

preferred gender: you can roll the dice for me 🤓

fave thing abt the holidays: definitely the weather, if we’re talking abt christmas in the northern hemisphere i love when it gets cold bc im so used to living in tropical weathers n i love wearing sweaters when i go out, also im lowkey domestic as fuck so spending it w the ppl i love in my family is also nice 🥹

personality wise i come off pretty unserious 80% of the time but it’s all in jest, i truthfully struggle with expressing my raw emotions/thoughts out loud sometimes so im more of an action person (my love language is quality time which explains it pretty well, i basically am very much a “i dont know how to tell you i like being with you in a way that fully encompasses it so let me make up for that by dedicating all of my time to you”). also my aesthetics/interests and overall likes tend to lean more towards anything alt/niche and ‘nonconforming’ as i have this innate desire to be as unique as possible (yes i was an edgy not like other girls teenager and yes i regret it) but i draw inspiration from the world around me and i could never see myself without the people i hold dear to my heart :’) im also a huge nerd lol im a stem major specifically astrophysics and i like to think im pretty smart but just suck at explaining/teaching things to others so yeah. this is probably more than u even needed from me but i hope this works !! 😭

hi logan!!!! its soooo good to get to know u more and i hope u know that i am so excited to get to know ever MORE! but for this wintery match up today, i match you with:

GOJO SATORU !

listen, i think gojo lowkey loves that ur like shy w ur affection and is always teasing you abt it!! he tries to get u to say u love him n he’s always always trying to make u blush or get flustered!!! he thinks it’s such a treat when you finally, finally tell him you love him and will absolutely smother you in affection when you do! he says, yeah i’ll love you enough for the both of us, baby, don’t even worry. he also loves! loves that you’re smart and that he can talk to you about his jujutsu and even can explain the limits of it and the mechinations in a way that he can’t with ppl that don’t understand physics/calculus. he thinks it’s so nice to be able to have someone even remotely on the same level as him in terms of like,, his jujutsu!! and i think that he’d also appreciate how you were so much smarter than him in certain aspects. he also loves ur perspective on life and i can see y’all having vvv nice convos abt the world and how both of you see it!!! it’s just such a wholesome lil couple and ik that he’s ur fave but i truly think y’all would get along rlly well and have good convos. and he would be so teasing and pretend to be hurt when u say smth lowkey mean and make u give him kisses and apology!!!

RUNNER UPS: ⠀ ෆ none ⠀ ⠀ ⤿ tbh i lit cant think of anyone else that would be a ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ better match for you loge!!!

gojo laughs with his chest as you brush at your hair, eyes concentrated and brows furrowed as you try to get the melting snow out of your hair. his chest is light, full of joy and happiness at the ease of which he feels with you. “baby, why are you so grumpy? it’s just a little snow in your hair.”

“i know it’ll melt, but my hair was so cute tonight!” you grumble, hands clutching onto gojo’s as he attempts to tuck a stray piece behind your ear. “ugh, whatever. let’s just keep walking.”

“okay, princess.” he knows not to argue with you, because he’s smart and he loves you. “want to get a coffee at that cafe?”

“yes please.” you pout, tucking yourself as close to gojo as you can for warmth. putting an arm over your shoulder, he rests his head on your not-so-soggy hair. “i can pay.”

“don’t insult me like that.” he huffs, tugging on a piece of your hair gently. he loves to spoil you, and you just hate letting him have his way. too bad you were stuck with him now, though.

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[thecoloroute]

Back To School Shopping List for A College Freshman Art Student

Hi guys I went to RISD a few years back but I do remember looking up this question. if you're not going to college just yet but are interested in art, it could be super useful to get comfortable using the tools/mediums below. even though i know most teachers give a materials list the first day, i needed to be prepared way ahead of time because of my anxiety. in my case, i was told id get a list in person, but walking in with an empty bag just felt wrong to me lol??? i ended up bringing a couple things, but missed a few vital essentials so here's a list of everything that i can think of. read to the end for my wagon epiphany that i think all art students should adopt (if they havent already)

-a notebook or planner (lined). some professors will hit you with extremely important info right away and wont always tell you to write down what they're saying but 90% of the time its important stuff you dont wanna miss

-a sketchbook. this can help if they throw a quick exercise at you and you have to write/draw something quickly. i blanked and didnt bring a sketchbook from home (because i was told id need to get certain types according to the teacher's specifications) but looking back idk why i didnt?? first days are hectic. actually the first week lol. anyways there were single sheets offered but honestly having your own right off the bat helps for organizational purposes, saves time, and IF YOU'RE LIKE ME, prevents the need to get up in front of everyone

-writing utensils. I'd recommend a nice pen and a set of drawing pencils (doesn't have to be anything crazy cause your teacher will most likely request that you buy more advanced/specific tools later on)

-headphones. every teacher is different, but usually art students will be given little tasks to work on during their first day in class at college. I was not clever enough to remember to pack my headphones, and the silence in a room full of focused art students can be especially unnerving when you're nervous. Hearing a student's questionable music taste can be equally unnerving, so make sure to pack those.

-snacks/drinks. this is kind of a branch off of the last one, cause again it can get sooooo quiet in these classrooms/studios. Pack snacks to prevent belly grumbles. I have heard it happen to many people in my classes and i am a victim as well. stay ready

-sunglasses. seems trivial but super important because you'll probably be walking around outside a lot your first day. this is the typical college commute, up down and around the streets.

-MONEY. I AM GOING TO PUT THIS IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE THIS WAS BY FAR MY BIGGEST MISTAKE LOL. UNFORTUNATELY, STAY STRAPPED WITH CASH OR CARD BCUZ! SOME OF THOSE ART SCHOOL PROFESSORS ARE A LIL BOUJEE AND WILL SEND U RIGHT TO THE CAMPUS ART STORE DAY ONE. It was very overwhelming for me, and some might think its common sense but idk my entire school career you always get some time after school to buy that stuff. they really sent us shopping ten minutes into class so be aware or look broke like i did.

Other than that, all the stuff you'll have to potentially purchase that day will be specified by the teacher. If you're worried about getting the wrong thing, don't be. The students get to go together and the teacher gives very specific details about the products to buy, which the campus store workers are well aware of. Off the top of my head, i remember being sent to get materials for a few different classes throughout the day. I'll list them here without the brand specifics (1. cause i dont know and 2. cause it may not match what your teacher will want anyway) just to give you a general idea.

-large ruler, metal, 1 yard (3 ft)

-clear plastic t-shaped ruler for drawing

-sketchbooks, drawing pads (of all sizes)

-a large portfolio (looks like a gigantic black totebag for big art papers)

-sewing kit

-string

-muslin fabric

-ink pens

-drawing pencils, different sizes

-drawing charcoal

-white paper drawing blender, a good eraser

-a toolbox for the drawing materials

-gouache paint

-brushes, pallets

-oil paint crayons

-a tool box

-ink pens like harry potter

That's pretty much it. If you'd like to grab some of these things before hand it should be fine, but for the most part id stick to waiting just to be safe.

Also a side note: I was a commuter so i could run home and grab my materials collected over my entire life but not every student is this lucky and some of their homes are thousands of miles away. if ur a traveling bird like them, it could be very VERY useful to pack some cool materials and tools like idk holographic paper or a jar of crystals because CAMPUS ART STORES ARE VERY EXPENSIVE!!!!

Also....... i know it sounds a little ridiculous but there were many many times i wished i had bought a wagon to transport things around campus. imagine me with a like 4ft portfolio bag the size of my body, a pencil toolbox, another toolbox for actual tools, my backpack, any projects i may have brought, a coffee if i am holding one??? and god forbid its a rainy day and i needed my umbrella lol.. it looks & feels difficult anyway trying to lug all the stuff art school requires.. so thats just some food for thought. Imagine a cute pink wagon?!??

anyways thats a wrap, have a lovely school year artists!

[nian-7]

yoyo wsg!!! i wanted to try to request a proseka matchup, romantic, pls!!!! (prefer female, could be male tho but idrc) (i have never done this before lol)

my mbti is INFP-T

in terms of extroversion and introversion, i'd say im the tiniest bit more extroverted!

i really enjoy cuddling and physical touch n stuffs, and in terms of actual likes and dislikes, i like to eat quite a bit, and i enjoy just being in my element, listening to calming music and working!

i don't really like it when it gets like.. too quiet, though.. it gets kinda creepy and weird. i also dont like when things get too loud, either.. i like noise just in the middle :)

my voice itself is really quiet when i first begin talking, but after a bit of time i get louder!

um idrk what to put anymore, sooo... hope this is good enough!!!!

hope you enjoy your matchup!

I match you with...

Saki Tenma!

-Saki seems like the perfect middle volume for you. She likes to talk but doesn't mind staying quiet while some light music plays in the background.

-She would also enjoy physical affection and would love to come up and hug you randomly! She always enjoys leaning her head on your shoulder or holding your hand while you both walk down the sidewalk.

-Would really enjoy going out to eat with you! Whether you're picky or not, Saki would probably pick a place that's versatile whenever she invites you out to eat. A place with enough options for you to pick from!

-She likes it when your voice starts to get louder as you talk, she thinks it's like you getting excited or into whatever you both might be talking about! It's just something that she likes to see happen <3

[topconfessions]

About the whole TOP dating young girls thing, I’m completely on board with you. Reading his natal chart, I can see partly why he has that preference. He’s an Aries moon and a Libra mercury big time. Most fans seem to perceive him as this mature, experienced and thoughtful man from his appearance and stage image. But if you follow him for more than 10 years you can tell that he’s the complete opposite. Not to say that he’s a bad guy who has little to no regard to his own actions and just acts as he’s pleased. He’s just not the type to plan ahead and prefer to live in the moment. He can be very impulsive and prioritizes his own needs that often leads to confrontation isssue if he were to deal with more emotionally mature people. It’s that thinking “why deal with it if you can just avoid it”. In a way I think he just tends to act from an emotional place until when things (accidentally) crash and burn he’s just lack the socially emotional capacity to deal with them. Fuck around and find out lol. It’s nothing new with wealthy, in-power, 30s men, let alone someone who has the advantage of being one of the most good looking kpop idols. Men like him wouldn’t go for women the same age because let’s face it, they can see right through these men’s antics. I’ve seen too many stories like this play out irl that often involve infidelity so I guess I’m glad he’s still taking time to enjoy and explore himself, maybe doing some emotional maturing before putting a ring on anyone’s finger.

Regarding his childhood, I believe it’s a huge contributed factor here. I have no doubt he faced a lots of body shaming in his teenage years. When something like that happened to you it shaped your self esteem and how you view yourself for a long time. This man needs validations and guides more than people think.

EXACTLY.

as for fans, top knew what he was doing as well as YG and BB members. TOP promoted an image to protect his real self so fans would never be able to catch up with him and how he operates (he may not have did this intentionally but it worked in that favor) so we wouldnt ever think he's out doing xyz or hanging with so & so cause he swears he is ___ type of person. He literally told us for years he wants the literal opposite of what he truly leans to. I think truly his ideal types and all he ever said was him speaking of what T.O.P would want if his entire stage image was a real person or 2nd personality. like forgive me, I'm not trying to be that person to stereotype mental illness cause BPD disorder is serious and not always the way hollywood glamourizes it to be, but like if top had multiple personality disorder and TOP was a real personality, I could see him embodying everything he said and dating older sophisticated mild mannered rich women. It's either that or he was speaking ideally of what he thought would make him look good and what he could benefit from clout wise. And yeah that aries makes sense.

I won't be in over my head but I once comapred my compatibility with him on that astro theme site and it's like to accurate go to for celebrity, public figure and historian birth charts & romantic compatibility, baby....me and top were 0% bitch, I had better compatibility with fucking ted bundy, jesus and the anti christ than TOP lmfaooooo I was BLOWN back then! but I don't match well with YG artists but my scores were high with SM artists. they come off more sentimental and meaningful in their relationships and relations that YG people in my own opinion. so thats just random plug but that was enough for me to know top is total opposite like you are saying. cause a good majority of my chart leans to what he said but aries x cancer placements dont go together lol.

Only mature young fans i.e kids who maybe had a rough life and were wiser beyond their years or just naturally mature ate tops image as fact. I won't lie, a part of me believed him but I was caught in the mix of idolizing other groups aside from BB, making friends and love through bb and the fandom wars so that clouded my judgement keeping me preoccupied enough to not look deeper. But I could always tell as time went on and I got older that he was not that person. It's an image. just like how beyonce acts like she's a badass legend but keeps pushing the PR machine to ruin Michael Jackson image by having media & his own childern on PR payroll through mj estate say she's on MJ level and surpassing it. Even more so with ehr acting like she's the ultimate woman but she stayed with a cheater her sister wanted to beat up physically and she popped out 3 kids for this man plus jay z has a criminal record and dead side hoes in his past but it's ok cause he's a mogul now. terrible. but fans who are young or obsessed won't use common sense to see she's very or used to be very soft spoken and introverted she is not about the demon time baddie life she promotes in music. Its the same for top, he's not the guy he portrays in interviews, varities, reality programs and on music shows.

I'll give top credit, the image cultivated or was given was great but he himself has a lot going on so he couldn't carry that forever. I still think that before recent 3 years, top saw himself as if he was where kim woobin is but he isn't there. I think KWB has something, just something top is lacking and likes to believe he has but doesnt. but TOP has that durability to comeback in a way I don't see KWB coming back if he was under harsh conditions like top etc.

SORRY I STARTED RANTING LOL. This is why I didn't let up on those insane bts and few crazy VIP fans in the arguments here months ago. you tink you know BTS but all it takes is one top style scandal and leaks to show they are different people.

He's...I don't want to be mean or like too blunt I won't say mentally stunted or emotionally stunted, but it gives slight MJ syndrome, like he has that need for that stimulation that young people provide positive or negative plus let's cut bs: most men of all ages want YOUNG girls unless they are in that phase of their life they want family and strictly to focus on serious relationship, even then if every other male in society american or korea could have a young decently fit / attractive side piece or secret sex buddy with nobody finding out? it'd be a jungle cause everyone would do it - which I'm bot even shaming cause I can separate my morals from just the reality of how complex relationships can be and say that some relationships probably do feel like they need an escape or a vacation with someone else, but at that point - just be single.

Young people just suit him being cause like you said he's not the pragmatic type to plan ahead and really be that responsible. he operates on whims and of the moment. that matches with young people. they're concerned about the now and not making a deep literal fuss about things in life like older 20s to 30 something people are. His scorpio sun makes him come off more stable than he is and yeah, I could see all of that really. I wouldn't mind meeting top but I wouldn't rush to date him now or put responsbility on him if we were friends cause he is not that dependable friend in that manner. he's dependable long term wise in loyalty and emotions with listening but dont depend on him to pull through something planned that places weight on him LOL. just don't. Yeah he is ironically doing the right thing by just taking this time in his 30s to fuck around and have fun. if this was america he wouldn't be able to do that, like literally he'd have the freedom to but his reputation would be in the toliet and he'd have to navigate his pool of girls cause women in america are tough and like you said they see through these antics. girls would be airing his ass out like how adam levine got aired out or he'd be talked about Leo Dicaprio. In a way there is no such thing as single in american hollywood cause you'll always be pigeon hold unless you are like keanu reeves level of loved. Like I've seen people trash zac efron calling him easy cause he doesn't seem to have serious standards when he dates casually although he isn't a super easy to date guy if that makes sense, but he's a libra so LOL.

yeah. I really agree with the last you said. he does need the validation and older women will give that sparingly in ways that aren't the instant gratification or ways he may want it. GOOD TALK THOUGH!

none of this makes him a bad person but he's not the stereotypical guy like the others in dating. he's gonna mary some young woman in his late 30s or mid 40s and she'll traditional very serene etc.

[wollfling]

Some of my bjds are genuinely comforting to have around, and just fill me with so much joy when I see them.. and I noticed while working with mildred these past 2 days that I really feel connection to some of my dolls and not as much with my others.. and since I've been wanting to put the heads I got for mitya/teo on some bodies I've been thinking of selling some doll stuff but I also just can't decide...! Maybe I should just store some heads away and save up. But I tend to "hoard" stuff and I should make some room ;_; hrm.

[rubyreduji]

french fries and first times — ljh

summary: you’re a call girl and your client is a virgin

tags: smut (minors dni!), some fluff, minor angst, shy virgin!jihoon, sex worker!reader warnings: explicit sex, praise, reader is a power bottom, age gap, lowkey…small dick!jihoon (but not really), oral (m. receiving), soft sex wc: 4.2k an: like all of my other fics i DONT KNOW HOW TO END THIS PROPERLY but i might expand on it more because i kinda love this universe i randomly thought of before going to bed lol anyways idk if this is a taboo topic…but oh well ig

Saturday. 9pm. Pledis Inn Motel. Room 204. Ask the front desk for the key under the name Woozi. Everything will be prepaid.

That’s all the information you know about your next appointment.

You got the call a couple of days ago and you didn’t question it. It was how most of the interactions go when setting up appointments. Sometimes the client will ask you to do specific things for them. Be wearing this. Have this ready. Call me this the whole time. But this one just left the place and the time and that’s good enough for you.

You have your bag of goodies tucked under your arm as you walk into the front office of the motel. The worker has shaggy black hair and looks up at you bored when you approach. If he knows what you’re here for he doesn’t look surprised.

“There should be a key for me here under Woozi. Room 204.”

The man simply just flicks through the pile of keys on the desk and hands you the right one. You thank him before leaving and going up the stairs to the room. It’s a basic mediocre motel room. There’s a dresser, a TV, a night stand, a small table with two chairs, a connecting bathroom, and of course, a bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a motel, your clients typically putting you up in penthouses, but you don’t mind, it’s nothing you haven’t done before.

You set your bag down on the bed and start to get ready for the night. You already showered at your own apartment before coming so you start to strip naked to put on your lingerie. You chose a red lace two piece with a garter belt and matching red heels. You throw on a silk robe over it and put your bag down beside the bed.

By the time you’re finished the clock reads 8:52 and you slide onto the bed and pick up your phone to wait until it’s time. After five more minutes there’s a knock on the door and you climb off the bed to go answer it.

When you open the door you come face to face with a small, pale boy with red wavy hair and shaved sides.

“Uh hi, are you Y/N-”

“Are you Woozi? Oh! Sorry, haha, yes I’m Y/N, but I can be whoever you want me to be tonight.” You wink before stepping aside so that Woozi can walk into the room.

You both seem to silently size each other up. He’s shorter than you, especially in your heels, but it’s not the first time you’ve been taller than a client. His face is smooth and young looking and he has an innocent air to him. You can tell by the way he stands that he’s a bit shy and insecure, clueing you in that he’s not one to do something like this. He’s just in black pants and a black t-shirt and even through his clothes you can tell his body is on the more petite side. Most of your clients are older, wealthy men so you’re surprised to have a client so young and innocent looking. 

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge. “Do you mind if I take my heels off? Or is that something you’re into?” You purr, getting into your work persona.

“Oh uh, whatever makes you most comfortable.” Woozi shifts around so he can face you, but he doesn’t meet your eye when answering.

“I’m fine either way darling, this is about what you want.”

“Then you can uh, take them off I guess.”

“Okay.” You reach down to take the heels off, flashing your cleavage at the boy. Out of the corner of your eye you see his head whip around to look at the wall, meaning he definitely saw. You kick your heels off and scoot up the bed more so you can rest your back on the headboard. “So Woozi, what are you looking for tonight?”

“Jihoon. You can call me uh, Jihoon. That’s my real name,” he tells you.

“I see. Well Jihoon, why don’t you come sit by me.” You pat the bed next to you and Jihoon looks to be contemplating the idea before he gently slides his own shoes off and climbs onto the bed. “Tell me, what do you want from me tonight?” You place your hand gently on his thigh and he jumps a bit and you go to remove your hand but he stops you.

“No! You’re, you’re okay.” You only nod and place your hand back. “I’m just looking to uh, have sex? I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it baby. How about we just start slow?” Jihoon nods and you smile softly at him.

You bring your free hand up to cup his jaw and make him look at you. When you see he’s not pulling away you lean in to kiss him. He seems a bit taken aback but he doesn’t pull away. You move your lips against his and he tries to do the same. His technique is a bit sloppy, and his teeth keep grazing your lip but you don’t stop him.

His lips are full and press against yours firmly. Almost a little too firmly, but maybe it’s just his kissing style. His nose bumps into yours and you giggle a bit. Jihoon gets scared though and pulls away. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re doing just fine.” You bring your hand up to bury it into his hair. With the assurance Jihoon seems relaxed again and you pull him back into the kiss. This time he’s a bit more eager and you return the energy.

Jihoon’s hand lands on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand cups your neck to guide you into the kiss more. The way he kisses you is more tender than any of your other clients. You shift and climb into his lap so you can straddle his legs. Your robe rides up your thighs, revealing your panties, and you gently grind down on Jihoon’s jeans. Jihoon gasps into your mouth and his hips buck up into you. You take this opportunity to stick your tongue into his mouth and you feel him groan around your tongue. His own tongue tangles with yours and you deepen the kiss.

After a couple more minutes of heavy making out you’re starting to feel uncomfortable down below and you want more. It’s difficult for a client to get you this aroused but Jihoon seems different than the others. You reach down between your bodies to untie your robe and let it slip off your shoulders.

With your lingerie exposed Jihoon’s mouth falls open as he stares at you. His fingers twitch slightly and he trails them up your torso, stopping just below your breasts.

“It’s okay baby, you can touch.” You lightly grab his wrists and lift his hands up so they cup your breasts. His hands grab at you experimentally and when you seem receptive to the touch he grabs you more firmly. The attention to your breasts has your pussy leaking more and you grind your hips down again.

“S-shit,” Jihoon mutters. You can feel his cock harden more and you decide that you want him in you. You reach down to palm at his dick and his breath gets shaky as his hips buck up into your hand. “Y-Y/N,” he whines.

“Want you,” you mutter as you move your lips down to his neck. You kiss the warm skin and wish you could leave marks on him, but you’ve found your clients don’t like that much. You’re starting to get impatient and you pull away and go to unbutton his pants but Jihoon flinches away from you.

“No!” He quickly scrambles off the bed and you stare up at him.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologize. That’s a first. You’ve never had a client tell you no before while you’re reaching into their pants.

“No, I’m sorry,” Jihoon mutters. He slumps down onto the bed, head in his hands.

“Hey…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you assure him.

“Arrghh, I want to though,” Jihoon tells you, his voice muffled from his hands.

“Hmmm. Well I’m hungry, so I’m going to DoorDash McDonalds. Do you want anything?”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up sitting at the dingy motel table eating french fries and burgers. You’ve loosely tied your robe back on and you pop another fry into your mouth as you stare at Jihoon. You chew thoughtfully as you try to assess him.

“So what’s your deal kid?”

“K-kid?!” He looks offended at the playful title.

You chuckle at this. “You’re what? Eighteen? Nineteen?”

He sticks his nose up. “I’m twenty. About to be twenty-one.”

“See, you’re just a kid,” you say with a smile playing at your lips.

“Well how old are you?”

“You shouldn’t ask a lady her age, you know,” you tease. “But if you’re oh so curious, I’m just recently twenty-five.”

“Four years isn’t nearly enough to call me kid,” Jihoon huffs.

“Whatever you say kid.” Jihoon glares at you but you grin at him, his face too adorable to find him intimidating. “So what do you do for a living? You in college?”

“Uhm yeah, to become a music producer. I’m also a singer-songwriter but I’m focused mostly on producing,” he tells you.

“Oh that’s nice. I can’t sing for shit.”

“What about you?” Jihoon asks.

“What about me?” You laugh a bit.

“Did you go to college?”

“Oh baby, I wouldn’t be doing this if I did,” you say and it seems to remind Jihoon the real reason he’s in the motel room with you. “No, I didn't go to college. I don’t think it would have done me much good anyways. Not too talented in any area.”

“Oh…” Jihoon is staring down at his carton of fries now. He slowly picks one up and eats it.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s…hard, but what else can I do?” You shrug. You’ve accepted your fate a long time ago.

“How long have you been doing this?” Jihoon asks you.

“Oh you don’t want to know that,” you brush him off. He looks at you though and the look in his eye tells you that he actually does. You sigh. “I was your age actually. I was still living in my parents house and could not keep a stable job. Being young, and female, and not having a college education really hurts being able to find a good paying job. Once I hit twenty my parents kicked me out of the house so you know.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jihoon whispers.

“Hey, enough about me. I’m doing okay, I promise. Now why don’t you tell me what’s up with you?”

“I’m uh, nervous,” he admits. He’s back to staring at his fries. “I’ve never- I’m a virgin.”

“Oh.” Out of all of your years of being a sex worker, you’ve never had a client who’s a virgin before. You typically get old sleazy men or young married guys, but never virgins. It makes sense, considering his behaviors, but a part of you just assumed he’s never been with a sex worker before. “We don’t have to do anything. I won’t charge you.”

“No, I want to.” He sounds firm when he speaks, but his body language still reads that he’s unsure. “I’m almost twenty-one, it’s time I finally have sex. Hell, I hadn’t even kissed anyone until tonight!”

“You shouldn’t be pressured to do anything. Who cares what society thinks?”

“No, I want to do this, I know I do. It’s just that…nobody ever wants to with me so-”

“So you paid me to. Ah, Jihoon, you don’t want me to be your first time. I’m just some random call girl. You shouldn’t do something you’re going to regret,” you tell him. “I’m going to refund you, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“N-no! I want to. I promise. I’m tired of waiting.”

“Fine, but I’m still refunding you.”

“No! This is your job, it’s not fair of me to not pay you.”

“Well too bad, because I’m doing it no matter what.”

Jihoon can sense you’re more stubborn than he is and he sighs. “Why?”

“Because I want to,” you shrug. “Because even if you don’t care, I do, and I want your first time to be special. You deserve to sleep with someone who wants to sleep with you, not because you’re paying them. I want to sleep with you Jihoon, and not out of pity, or because you’re paying me, because I want to.” Jihoon blushes at your words and looks away from you. You reach over to grab his chin so he can look at you. “Do you want me?”

Jihoon is nodding quickly, desire filling his eyes. “Yes!”

“Mmm, good boy. Now if you’re ready, let’s get back to what we were at, right?” You wink at him before you stand up and drop your robe. Just like the first time Jihoon can’t help but stare at your figure and you smirk. You saunter back over to the bed and crawl onto it, your ass pointed towards Jihoon as you do.

Jihoon follows and clambers onto the bed a lot less gracefully than you. Once you two are back on top of the covers you grab Jihoon’s chin again and lean over to kiss him. His hands find your body and pull you closer. Your palm comes down to his crotch and you rub at his boner. You pull your mouth away from Jihoon and ignore the way you love how he whimpers when you do.

“Is there anything else you need to tell me before we do this? Because if not I’m going to suck your dick.”

Jihoon flushes at your forwardness and his hips buck up once more. “I’m uh,” he looks away embarrassed, “my dick is…small.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at this but your face relaxes again. “That’s okay baby, size really doesn’t matter. Big dicks hurt too much anyways. Anything else?”

“I’m afraid I’m gonna…cum too fast,” Jihoon tells you in a small voice.

“No shame in that, just means I’m doing something right.” As you two talk your hand still gently rubs at him. Your desire gets the best of you and you brush your thumb over his collarbone. “Can I mark you?”

“Y-yes,” Jihoon says. You smile at this.

“Can I suck you off now?”

“Please,” Jihoon whimpers.

“Just sit back baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Your hands move to swiftly unbutton his jeans. You pull them down his legs and he helps you kick them off all the way. Underneath his pants he has on a pair of checkered boxers and you can see the way his hard-on presses into the fabric.

You palm at him again and a small wet patch starts to form against the article of clothing. You bring your mouth down to his neck and start to suck at the pale skin. Your hand pushes under his shirt and up his torso. His skin is warm and soft under your fingertip. You pull your mouth away from Jihoon’s neck so you can pull his shirt over his head. His body is lithe but there’s still a bit of muscle definition under his skin. His body is smooth and pale all over and you want to mark every inch of him. Your hand grabs at him tighter and your mouth starts to suck a bruise into his sternum.

When you’re pleased with how much Jihoon is withering under you, your fingers dip under the waistband of his boxers. You grab his length and pull it out and you gasp when it’s finally visible.

“Holy shit Jihoon, you are not small.” His dick is average in length, about five inches or so, but his girth is thick. You could kind of tell just from touching him through his clothes but with it in full view you can see just how thick he really is.

“Y-you don’t have to, ahhh shit, lie,” Jihoon says, his speech getting cut off when you grip him tightly.

“I’m not! You’re fucking thick as hell. Fuck this is so hot.” You pump him in your fist and Jihoon’s hips wriggle around. You bend down and stick your tongue out to lick at his slit, his pre-cum coating your tongue.

“Y-Y/N!” Jihoon’s hands bury themselves into your hair.

“Taste good Jihoonie,” you mutter. You kiss up and down his shaft, sucking a bit as you go. Finally after teasing him, you open your mouth up and sink your mouth down onto Jihoon’s dick. You loosen your throat and shove his whole length down your esophagus. Your lips wrap around his base and you start to suck.

Jihoon is moaning above you and his hands shove you down even farther. Your tongue presses against the underside of his shaft and you bob your head the best you can.

“Ah, ah, shit. Ngghh, fuck!” Jihoon shouts and he dumps his load down his load right down your throat. You suck him dry before pulling off, swallowing the rest of his cum after you do. You catch your breath before smiling up at Jihoon.

“How was that?”

“Holy shit Y/N,” Jihoon mutters. “That was so hot.”

You lick your lips. “Thanks. You were super hot too.” 

“I wanna touch you,” he blurts out.

“Oh? Well come here then.”

Jihoon scrambles towards you but stops when he’s close. His hands hover close to your body but don’t touch, like he’s not sure what to do yet. You giggle slightly and reach behind you to undo your bra. With your tits out in the open, Jihoon's eyes widen as he stares back at your rosy nipples.

“Oh my god,” you hear Jihoon whisper. Shakily his hands reach up to grope at your boobs. Your supple flesh melds to the shape of his hands as he touches you and you can see his dick already twitching again. Jihoon cups the underside of one of your boobs and brings his mouth down to suck on it.

“Oh~” you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet mouth against your skin. While he sucks at your tit his other hand leaves your breast to reach between your legs. He rubs two fingers against your slit through your panties and you can feel how wet the fabric is when he presses it into you.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters against your breast. “It’s so warm, and wet.”

“Because of you Hoonie,” you say. “Mmm, please touch me more. Need it.”

Jihoon slips two fingers into you and you moan. His hands are sloppy as they move inside of you but just the mere pressure of them pushing against you makes you feel good. He keeps pumping his fingers into you as he sucks on your tits. None of your clients have ever done this before, but you guess Jihoon isn’t a client anymore.

“Need more, need your dick,” you tell. Your pussy is drenched now, your slick running down Jihoon’s hand.

“O-okay,” Jihoon says. You can tell he’s still a bit nervous but wants you just as much as you want him. He pulls away from you and gets off the bed. You see him fumbling around with his pants before he produces a condom from one of his pockets. You move around so you’re laying on the bed properly and you slide your panties off as he rolls the rubber onto his shaft.

“Shit Y/N,” Jihoon says when he looks back at you. Your legs are spread enough that he has a full view of your slick, pink pussy. He crawls on the bed and lines his dick up to your entrance. “I’m not too sure how good at this I’ll be,” he tells you.

“You’re fine, if it’s bad I’ll just take over and ride you,” you say. He flushes pink at this which makes you grin.

Gently, Jihoon pushes into you. Your pussy is willing and wet so he’s able to slide right into you all the way. Jihoon groans at the way your walls suck him in.

“F-fuck. I’m really not gonna last long.”

Slowly he starts to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of you. His pace is unstable and painfully slow. You shift around in the bed and grab his hips. “You uh, need to go faster. Pick up a steady rhythm, okay?”

“Oh…okay.” After you say that Jihoon’s thrusts hit more on beat. You two stay like that for a while but you start to feel awkward, as Jihoon is more focused on his thrusts than anything else.

“Jihoon.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Can you- uh, just come here.” You pull his body from its hovering position down so you can kiss him. His body relaxes more into yours and he understands what you’re trying to say. He brings one of his hands down to cup your waist and braces himself on his knee so his other hand can grab the nape of your neck.

As your lips clash against his, his hips start to pick up pace. You can tell Jihoon is a novice at this, but you don’t mind at all. You break away from him so you can place your mouth on his bare shoulder. You suck the soft skin into your mouth so you can bite at it. Jihoon lets out small pants as you abuse the plush flesh.

You can tell Jihoon is prolonging his orgasm so he doesn’t embarrass himself. A part of you also thinks he wants you to feel pleasure as well. You two continue your efforts as you run your hands over each other’s skin, trying to stimulate as much of the body as you can.

Jihoon is whimpering into your neck as his hips rut into you. His whole body is nearly resting on yours and his hand is gripped tightly onto your shoulder. His other arm braces himself, his hand entangled with yours. Your free hand is buried tightly in his hair, holding his head in your neck. Your leg is wrapped around his body helping guide his hips. Jihoon’s whimpers go straight to your core and you decide that you never want the sound to end.

As a sex worker you often bring pleasure to people but it’s never been like this before. Your bodies are fully entangled, warm skin pressing against warm skin. Jihoon’s body is littered with purple bruises that you sucked into him, your lips puffy from kissing his body over and over again. It feels intimate.

Ever since you switched from being a street worker to a call girl you’ve had a lot more intimate moments with your clients, even getting to know some of the men who called on your services regularly, but nothing has ever been like this.

It’s different with Jihoon. Everything is different with him.

“Shit Jihoon,” you mutter when his cock hits into you at just the right angle. “Right there, again.” Jihoon complies and you feel yourself getting closer. “Jihoon, need you to touch me.”

“T-touch you?”

“Y-yeah, like this.” You gently remove that hand that’s digging into your shoulder and move it down between your bodies. You straighten out two of his fingers and then press them into your clit. You see the recognition on his face as he feels the bud. He starts to play with it and elation spreads throughout your body.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” Jihoon says hurriedly. “Oh shit.” You feel his hips stutter inside of you and the warmth of his cum through the condom as he dumps his load into the rubber. His hips don’t stop though and his finger keeps working at you until you’re clenching down and arching your back against the bed. You cum on Jihoon’s dick, his name falling from your mouth as he does. When you’re fully blissed out and have come down from the height of your climax, Jihoon pulls out of you. He slumps down on the bed, panting.

“How was that?” You ask breathlessly.

“So good,” Jihoon tells you. “Shit Y/N. God you’re so…wow.” You giggle at this.

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever got.”

“Ugh, this is gross,” Jihoon mutters as he pulls the condom off. He ties it off and throws it into the trash can, still from the bed. You’re surprised he makes the shot. He looks over at you. “Do you uh, need anything? Aftercare and all that, right?”

You giggle again. “I think I’m good for right now. But if you want, you should come closer.” Jihoon obliges and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the way his heart thumps. “Thank you for that.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” His words vibrate his chest and it ripples through your skull as he speaks.

“Maybe, but I’m still thanking you. I haven’t had someone treat me that nice…in a really long time.”

Jihoon tenses a bit under you. “You deserve better Y/N.” His hand comes to cup the back of your neck, holding you close to him, like he’s trying to protect you from all of the harms in your life.

Deep down you know Jihoon is right, you do deserve a better life. Though, as you lay in the boy’s secure arms, you think that if life sent you someone like Jihoon, it couldn’t be too bad.

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[thewrldx]

Hi i love ur work! Can i request a vinnie smut wherein they just finished having sex n vinnie tells her to just keep his cum inside her (maybe leaking thru her lingerie idk) n then they go down to socialize with other hype members n it gets y/n n vinnie horny again bc its very sexy n all that + d ppl dont know whats up lol + y/ns being such a tease abt it AAAA can it also have lots of dirty talk 😮‍💨🏃‍♀️ thank u sm! I appreciate it.

behave | v.h

!warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, spanking

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“oh vinnie” you moaned out, “please fill me up”

“who?” he grunted in response, speeding up his thrusts.

“d-daddy” you stuttered out, unable to form complete sentences due to the pleasure.

“what do you want?” you didn’t respond, overwhelmed from the stimulation. he gripped your jaw forcing you to make eye contact. “answer me.”

“i w-want your cum so b-bad”

“such a pretty little slut, always wanting my cum. you want me to fuck my babies deep inside you? huh angel?”

“y-yes please.” you replied, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. vinnie noticed and kissed your neck, trailing them to your ear lobe before whispering, “cum for daddy”

you felt yourself come undone by his words, raking your nails down his back and moaning his name. the clenching of your tight cunt was enough to send him over the edge cumming deep inside you, coating your walls.

he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy and matching your own. he met your eyes and kissed you passionately before slowly pulling out. he glanced down at the pretty mess, tracing his fingers around your folds making you squirm.

“keep this cum inside of you.” he states sternly, getting off of the bed and throwing you the black lacy panties he had previously ripped off. “and you better behave when we go down to hang out with everyone.”

the way he spoke to you made you want him more and more. as he started toward the bathroom he made one last look at you. “understand?” he asks.

“yes vin.” you respond.

“good girl. now get over here.” you quickly slid your thong and shuffling to the bathroom. you stood in front of vinnie watching his eyes wandering over your body and stopping at your clothed mess. he smirked making you look down. his seed had soaked your panties and began to drip down your leg.

“you look so good right now gorgeous, i wish i could fuck the shit out of you all day.” his hand reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “but we have plans. get dressed.”

-

downstairs you began to socialize with everyone else, acting as if you didn’t just get fucked into the next universe. however, the feeling of vinnie’s cum dripping slightly out everytime you stood was making you impossibly horny again. you know you told vin you would be on your best behavior but you couldn’t help the feeling between your legs.

you walked over to him on the couch and sat next to him, he smiled gently and put his arm around you. you scooted closer to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“are you having a good time?” he asked, you nodded and put your hand on his thigh, trying to send him a signal. he ignored it.

“can i sit in your lap baby?” you stuck your lip out, pouting, making it difficult for him to say no. once on his lap you guided his hands to your hips and very subtly adjusted yourself so his member was against your core.

“what are you doing y/n?” vinnie whispered, tone of voice dropping.

“i was just getting comfortable relax.” you smirked knowing that you would get him to fold any minute now. you once again started to slowly grind yourself on him feeling his pants tighten beneath you. his hands grip your hips tightly. closing his eyes.

“upstairs. now.” he growls in your ear, gently pushing you off of him. you wave bye to your friends before slowly walking up the stairs being sure to sway your hips just right as you felt vinnie’s eyes on your every movement.

vinnie apologized to everyone making up an excuse about you not feeling well. everyone looked at each other and shrugged as vinnie headed up the stairs behind you.

in the room he shuts the door and clicks the lock slowly walking to you on the bed.

“you couldn’t ever wait an hour you little slut.”

“i didn’t even do anything-“ he grabs your face, cutting you off.

“don’t even finish that sentence baby girl. i told you to behave.”

his words were harsh and you knew you were about to get punished. the excitement between your legs was growing rapidly but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“i’m sorry vinnie.” you apologized he shook his head.

“you’re going to regret being such a tease.” he smiled, “you just want me to fuck you like the little whore you are don’t you princess? not behaving so you can have this dick right?”

“yes daddy.” you responded. he knew you like the back of his hand.

“good baby, now turn around” you gulped knowing what you were about get, and hesitated to do so.

“i don’t think i asked you a question. turn. around.”

you obeyed him turning around, his hands quickly ripped off your skirt leaving you in the soaked black panties from your wetness and his cum from earlier. he gently rubbed your ass cheeks, the coolness of the metal from his rings making you flinch.

“how many should i give you for being bad baby?” he asks.

“10”

“no baby” he laughs “little sluts get more than 10 spankings for being bad. how about 20?”

he didn’t even give you a chance to respond before his hand roughly collided with your ass. the sudden action making you gasp.

“count.”

“o-one.” you obeyed. as the words flowed out another slap was placed. the sound echoed off the walls.

“two.” another. “three” another.

it seemed as if the spanking was never ending. the pain was unbearable but at the same time the pleasure was. you felt yourself getting wet with every single slap.

“t-twen-ty” you moaned out. he gently rubbed his hand over your now red and bruised ass.

“you were such a good girl for me.” he says, trailing his hand down to your panties, pushing them aside. “do you think you should be rewarded pretty?”

“please.” you whimper, he then inserts two fingers into you soaking core. you moan at the much needed touch.

“you’re dripping baby.” he grunts, “you love being punished don’t you?”

he thrusts his fingers fast, and rubs your clit with his thumb. the feeling in your stomach builds embarrassingly fast.

“vin i’m gonna-“ he then pulls out his fingers, delaying you from your orgasm. before you could complain he sticks his fingers in your mouth.

“you taste so good baby don’t you think?” you suck his fingers tasting yourself. you can tell that this arouses him even more.

“fuck get on your knees”

you obey him, scrambling to your knees. you watch in awe as he strips himself. god he looks so good. he pulls out his hard member, stroking himself a few times.

“you just gonna stare or you gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” you open your mouth wide in response. vinnie quickly pushes his tip to your lips in which you wrap them around.

you suck and lick at the pre cum before your hair is gripped and pulled back, forcing you to make eye contact with vin.

“no teasing.” he pushes your head back toward his member on which you take him in your mouth. he lets out a low moan in response. he begins to slowly thrust his hips, making his cock hit the back of your throat. your eyes water as you gag, black tears fall down your cheeks from your eyeliner.

“you’re such a pretty mess.” he groans, “i love to fuck this pretty mouth.” his thrusts speed up, you moan at the feeling causing him to twitch into your mouth. you reach up to play with his balls, pushing him over the edge.

“oh fuck babe.” he moans, shooting his load down your throat. you suck a little before pulling off with a pop and swallowing all his seed. he then pulls you up to mash your lips together. the makeout is sloppy, intense and full of lust. you are gently pushed back on the bed, careful not to break your kiss. you feel his member becoming hard once again against your thigh.

“you want this cock pretty?” he asks reaching down to rub it against your clit. you moan in response.

“use your words baby. i’ll give you want you want.”

“fuck please.” you whimper.

“please what?”

“please fuck me daddy, i want your dick so badly. i need it.” accepting your begging, he slams himself into you making no time for you to adjust to his size.

your moans are loud and pornographic, making vinnie confident. he leans down and begins to suck on your nipple. the sensation enough to send you over the edge.

“daddy f-fuck.” you moan out, “i’m going to cum.”

pulling his lips away from your nipple, he speeds up his thrusts before responding, “no.”

“please i can’t hold it anymore.” you beg, your orgasm approaching very quickly.

“you can and you will.” he grunts, “unless you want to be punished some more.”

his thrusts are fast but becoming sloppy letting you know that he’s close, you clench yourself around him receiving a low groan from him.

“do that shit again.”

you clench around his cock once more, the pit in your stomach going to release itself any minute now. he notices and leans down, whispering in your ear. “cum with daddy baby, i want you to cum all over my cock.”

his words instantly lead you to your release, you moan out his name and tug at his perfect locks as you cum. vinnie fucks you through your orgasm before twitching inside you.

“fuck angel-“ he cuts himself off with a loud moan, shooting his second load of the day into you. he thrusts it deeper into you before slowly pulling out. he watches as his seed spills out of you and leans down to press a kiss to your clit. you gently push his head away, sensitive from your previous orgasm. he smirks before holding your hips down.

“think you can cum for me one more time princess?” he asks, kissing on and around your heat.

“n-no.” you stutter out.

“that’s too bad.” his mouth is immediately connected with your pussy, tongue lapping at your clit. you scream in pleasure as you pull at his hair.

he inserts his finger in you, still sucking your bud and curls them perfectly hitting your sweet spot. your orgasm approaches very fast, feeling yourself already coming undone on him.

“i’m cumming daddy.” you shout, squishing his face between your thighs. he pulls away from you, looking at your sweaty exhausted body laying on the bed.

he walks toward to bathroom and comes back with a cloth. he cleans up the mess softly before laying down next to you. he rolls your body on top of his, your face connected to his sweaty chest. you trace your finger along his tattoos as vinnie strokes your hair. he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you vin.”

a/n: i hope this is something that you wanted! this is one of my longer smuts i made soo idk how good it is

[diavolosthots]

Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all. 

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?” 

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness. 

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying. 

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now. 

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes 

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…” 

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin. 

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?” 

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought… 

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first… 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.” 

[haikyuuthots]

Hi! I really enjoyed that TikTok hcs you just posted so I was wondering if I could request some for Ushijima, Suna, and Iwaizumi about that TikTok challenge where the boys are doing something (playing video games or studying) and the girl is trying to cuddle them? Plus some cuddling hcs if you don't mind. Thank you very much and I hope you have a good day!

Clinging onto your boyfriend while he’s distracted (Tik Tok challenge)

Characters: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Rintaro Suna and Hajime Iwaizumi

Scenario: your boyfriend is busy but you distract them by clinging on to their lap to see how he’d react.

A/n: hi thank u so much for requesting!!! 💙 these tik tok challenges have been my favorite to write haha. I hope you enjoy reading ❤️

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Wakatoshi Ushijima

You’re hanging out in your boyfriends room while he finishes studying for an upcoming exam

You’re scrolling on Tik Tok when you stumble on a video of a girl trying her best to get her distracted boyfriend’s attention

As you watch you slightly laugh, thinking this is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

your attention is caught when you hear your boyfriend sneeze,

Looking over you smile to yourself and think you want to try what you just saw on the video, but with your own boyfriend who was indeed distracted right now

At first you’re reluctant to try, because you don’t want to bother him while he studies

But then you remember that Toshi is a big softie for you, so the worst that could happen is he just asks you to leave him alone lol

Putting your phone down you make it over to your boyfriends desk

You shyly stand beside him for a moment before he notices you

Turning around to look towards you, Ushijima gives you a soft smile, “hi love, is everything okay?”

You nod your head as Ushijima pulls you closer to him so you’re now standing in between his legs.

“Yes, Im just bored.” You reply

“Im almost done babe, give me like an hour. ”

As he turns around to start working again you begin to adjust yourself on his lap

A bit confused he lets out a small chuckle

You still say no words as you continue to wrap your body against his, nuzzling your face into his neck

Ushijima doesn’t say anything, instead he takes in your embrace and lightly begins to caress the top of your head

He lets you remain on his lap for a moment, but you're happy enough with his reaction and decide not to bother him any further

You try getting off his lap but as you do Ushijima’s hold on you tightens, preventing you from moving

“where are you going?” He asks you with the most loving expression

Your eyes soften at his gaze, “i don't want to distract you, so i'll just wait until you're done.”

With no warning Ushijima stands up, still holding you, he’s now carrying you towards his bed

“i can take a break.” He says as he gently begins to adjust your bodies on the bed

Now laying down you snuggle further into your boyfriends arms, whom happily reciprocates with a warm embrace

theres a brief silence while you two cuddle for a moment, until you break it

“im sorry I distracted you Toshi.”

“dont be. I missed you too.” He responds, kissing you softly on the forehead

You smile brightly at his response leaning forward to leave a small kiss on his lips

He gladly reciprocates, smiling into the kiss.

You guys spend the next two hours wrapped in each others warmth.

Rintaro Suna

You spent the whole day with your boyfriend Suna, running errands

Upon arriving home, Suna made his way over to his Playstation, quickly turning on the game

You subtly roll your eyes, not truly bothered because honestly at this point you were used to Suna playing his video games

You make your way over to the living room and start watching Tik Toks on your phone

You watch a video where the girlfriend sat on her boyfriends lap while he was gaming , and the reaction was very funny to you

After watching the video, you wondered how your boyfriend would react if you did the same thing

So you decided to try it out yourself

Walking back in the room you can hear your boyfriend talking to his friends through the mic,

You quickly make your way over to your boyfriend and begin to crawl into his lap

Suna is caught very off guard and begins to freak out because your body was in the way of the screen and he couldn’t see

“woah woah babe, hold up I cant see.”

You ignore him and chuckle to yourself continuing to wrap your body around his

Once you’re seated on his lap he doesn’t mind your presence at all.

He actually liked having you on him while he played

Every time he ended a match he looked towards you and kissed you softly on the lips

Although you were enjoying being in the arms of your boyfriend you were starting to get bored, and wanted to get off

So once again you shift to begin to stand up,

“wait. Stay.” Suna says, his gaze still on the tv

You let out a small laugh, “baby I’m bored, I’m gonna go watch a movie or something.”

Suna removes his gaze from the tv for a split second, only to look at you with soft eyes, “im almost done, this is the last match, I promise.”

You totally give in in his request and give him a small kiss on the cheek, as a form of saying you agree

After the game is over, Suna says his goodbyes and turns off the console

Looking over to you, still sitting in his lap, he can help but stare in awe

“im surprised you wanted to be with me while I gamed. You never do.”

“i love being with you Rin.” You chuckle out

Quickly his grip around you tightens and he leans in to give you a long kiss, you reciprocate right away

Pulling away he speaks again “”okay so lets go watch that movie you want to watch.”

Your face brightens with a smile and you quickly get up to get everything ready

Now you’re happily cuddled in your boyfriends arms, watching your favorite movie

Although you know he’s not paying much attention (you can tell by the fact he’s kissing you every 5 minutes lol) this is your favorite position to be in

Your legs tangled with eahother and your face briefly on the nape of his neck, you wouldn’t want it any other way

Hajime Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi was busy looking over some notes that were important for his next game

Any time he’d be occupied you never distracted him, you weren’t really a clingy girlfriend

So when you saw that there was a trend going around where the girlfriend clings on their boyfriend while he was busy

You thought it’d be amusing to see how your boyfriend would react

You look over to where your boyfriend is sitting and notice he’s peacefully flipping through pages

Walking over to his desk Iwaizumi immediately notices your presence

He looks back at you and begins to speak “hey angel do you ne-“

Before he can even finish his sentence he’s cut off by you crawling into his lap

He’s caught off guard at first, but instantly he wraps his arms around you to tighten your hold on him

You begin laughing as he begins prepping your face with small kisses

Pulling away he looks at you with soft eyes “what’s the matter angel, you missed me already?”

“yes” you say as you begin to nuzzle your face further into his neck.

“okay.” He says as he lightly takes you off “lets go hang out.”

“but what about your notes?”

“i could take a break.”

You smile at your boyfriend as he holds his hand out for you to take.

As soon as you do he instantly brings your body towards his to wrap you in a giant hug

You laugh at his sudden movements, but its evident in your face you’re really happy

Laying down on the bed he pulls your body to be on top of his and kisses you once again

Pulling away he talks “ you’re the prettiest girl I know.”

You blush at his words “oh shut up.” You jokingly say

“im serious,” he chuckles out “you are.”

You drop your body on his and continue to hold him while he tightens the embrace

You can hear the sound of his heart beat, and you can’t help but feel calm

“Iwa.” You whisper

“yeah?”

“im sorry I distracted you from your work, but can we stay like this for a while?”

He lovingly looks down at you. “don’t be sorry, I love being here, with you.”

You look up at him and gently kiss him on the lips as you wrap your body further into his

Wrapped in his arms you forgot this was a challenge altogether

But you were very grateful you tried it out,

Because you couldn’t have asked for a better reaction

[melody-ofstars]

Hi bb! Congrats on your 100 followers!! I'm so happy for you^^♡

I would like to participate I'm your event! For the fandom BNHA and the song "I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry"

And about me: I'm not gonna lie, I'm an introvert ball of anxiety, really shy with people I don't know but I'm so annoying when I get a lil bit of confidence lol, my love languages are words of affirmation and quality time! And I am attracted to guys. I dont really like when people is mean to me, like if someone says mean things to me I'm gonna cry-

And I thinks that's all, idk(? This is really long I'm sorry-

BUT LIKE A SAID BEFORE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! AND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE!^^ remember to take care of yourself and drink water, have a nice day♡~

First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH!! You are so nice and you take care of yourself too and stay hydrated.

And now.... The moment you have been waiting for.... YOUR MATCH AND A SHORT FIC!!

I match you with....

☽︎ Keigo Takami aka Hawks ☾︎

This man right here will never let you feel anxious about any damn thing! He will always make everything comfortable for you and if you don't like something, its gone, out of your sight and he will make sure you won't ever see it again.

He loves the fact that you feel comfortable enough with him to show him your 'crazy' side and he thinks that it is adorable, and not crazy at all.

He will constantly boost you up about atuff that you feel nervous about, he will bosst you up on your bad days, will always appreciate everything you do, and you know this guy, he has a way with words and he always seems to say the right thing and make you fall more in love with him.

He loves spending time with you, be it cuddles, cooking together, going out, picnics and everything, he will don anything just to spend more time with you.

He will make sure that no one is freaking you out and that nobody even dares to raise their voice at you.

When you cry, he will be there to wipe your tears and make sure you are okay even if it means leaving Endeavor on voicemail, he will make you happy because that is what you deserve.

You both complete each other and you bring out the best in him and inspire him to be better.

You help him realise that his past doesn't matter and it is his future and present that does.

He always had the fear of abandonment so you always reassure him that you will never leave his side even when he wants you to and will keep annoying him.

The calm, cool breeze caressed your arm while the soft golden hue from the sunset illuminated your face and hair,

You took a deep breath, savoring the bliss of simplicity and waiting for him... He should have been home by now...

His hero work had increased a lot and you were worried about him, you didn't want him to stress himself...

You shivered as another cold gust of wind hit your skin, and turned around to go inside, letting the songs play.

You heard a sound of wings flapping and turned around, hopeful that it was him but it wasn't,

You shook your head at yourself, smiling at the thought that he has got you head over heels for him.

You were about to close the door but stopped when you heard an all too familiar voice,

"Leaving so soon?" It asked,

Without even turning you knew who it was, a small smile played at your lips.

"Yeah... The guy I am supposed to wait for is you know, loved by everyone so I can't get enough time with him..." You said, turning around to face him.

"Oh?? Is that the case? That's not done now, is it?" He asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped forward.

"I mean, it's okay knowing that in the end he will be back for me..." You said as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I think that he would be extremely stupid if he doesn't return for a pretty lady like you..." He said and gently placed his hands around your waist.

"I missed you Keigo..." You said and put your forehead against yourse.

"I missed you too dove..." He said l, closing his eyes.

The song shifted behind you again, this time playing softly as the background music behind as you both were wrapped in each other's embrace

"Dance with me?" He asked, his gaze pinning you in the spot.

You chuckled and shook your head, dismissing him and pulling away to walk inside but stopped short as he did not let go of your arm.

"Dance with me?" He asked you again, his golden eyes never leaving yours.

You shivered, not knowing if it was from the cold atmosphere or the intensity of his emotions.

You let out a little yelp as he pulled you flush against him, his forehead touching yours, his lips ghosting over yours.

"With simple songs, I wanted more

Perfection is so quick to bore

You are my beautiful, by far

Our flaws are who we really are"

The song played as you both gently waltz around the small balcony, with him leading you softly,

He gently dipped you, and then brought you up as the song grew to its crescendo.

"I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now, I hear a symphony"

He danced with you, through it all, his eyes never leaving yours, his wings creating a halo around you both as you danced carelessly along with the music, grinning at each other like lovesick fools.

The song ended and so did the dance, but you both did not let go.

You both looked at each other with admiration and adoration, his eyes falling to your lips now and then before finally leaning down and capturing your lips with his, his wings instantly wrapping themselves around you, providing you with warmth and a feeling of protection.

You gasped at the feeling that it gave you, it was funny that his kisses always managed to get this reaction out of you.

His kissed you softly as if you were the most fragile thing to him, and yet it was passionate, telling you that his love for you was real.

[hoe-doroki]

Can I request some tender loving from soft dom deku and female reader?

Very swnsual

Just you've been together forever and waking up from an afternoon nap together

You're feeling particularly loving. Like you have so much love to give that your hearts just gonna burst if you dont show it to him.

I'm just in a soft Feku mood, let him run his fingers through my hair and tell me im his sweetheart, im his girl.

Thank you!

Hi, dear! You wanted a loving Deku to top you, well you came to the right place. Not quite dom/sub, but I think I squeezed in some of the things you wanted. Hope you like it! ;)

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, mild breeding, mild praise kink; everything’s mild, lol

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.1k

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

The sunlight was bright in your eyes before they were even open. You scrunched your face to fight off that red glare behind your lids and turned away into a mess of soft curls.

That you could wake up looking at.

When you opened your eyes, your husband’s face was aglow with the high midday light. His jaw was slack, mouth partially open—he was still well asleep. Izuku was always so tired from work that he could sleep through anything, cheeky sunlight included. Of course, this was only when he was feeling safe, which usually meant with you. With you he could sleep undisturbed, at peace.

The butterflies in your stomach quivered as you rolled to one side to fully face out of the sun and towards him. The back of his hair was still dark, damp from the shower he’d taken before you’d convinced him to crawl back into bed. Even the number one hero should sleep in on a Saturday off from work.

Of course, he hadn’t. So after he’d returned from an early run to the gym, you’d managed to pull him back in for the rest that you knew he needed. His eyelids had still been just a pinch too heavy, his smile a tad too slow—though no less genuine.

You pressed your nose against the freckles on his cheek, warmed by the sun. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had awoken in such glorious sunlight. All the skyscrapers in the city made true beams of sun rare in your apartment. But today, it seemed, you’d gotten lucky.

“Honey?”

Your eyes had fluttered closed again against Izuku’s soft cheek, so you opened them to see the light twitches of Izuku’s cracking open.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, your mouth millimeters away from his jawline, tantalizingly close.

“Mm, that’s okay.” Izuku rolled over so that he was facing you, a smile spreading across his face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you returned, your teeth just barely showing in a grin as Izuku found your hand beneath the blanket and intertwined your fingers with his. He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed right below where your wedding band was, the scratches on the white gold glinting in the bright sun.

Izuku’s eyes were a wide meadow of grassy green in that moment as the sun glinted off of them. His pupils were shrunk to pinpricks, totally focused on you and a little cross-eyed as you lay nose to nose. “That was a good nap.”

“Mm, yeah.”

Your feet were rubbing together lightly, knees knocking as you both slowly surfaced from the haze that sleeping in the middle of the day always painted over you. It only felt natural that, as you did, the crown of your head tilted a little further into the pillow and your chin angled a little closer to your husband. Your noses shifted from rubbing affectionately to slotting together as you exchanged soft kisses. After a moment, Izuku pulled apart, lips curling up, brows raised under his curls that were flat from the pillow.

“Very energizing nap too, right?”

A smirk pulled at half your face. “Something like that.”

You met back again with a little more gusto, Izuku’s hand pulling from yours in order to cup your chin while you brought your hand to his shirtless back, pressing him closer to you. You raised your left leg up underneath the blanket and hooked it over Izuku’s thigh, and you could quickly feel his need growing beneath the boxers he’d thrown on out of the shower.

Izuku’s tongue just tasted like Izuku—familiar from whenever he had time for morning kisses before duty called. But the rest of him was nothing but clean: fruity shampoo from the shower, the slight musk of his aftershave and deodorant, the very light pine from his bodywash. It all was soft but not trying too hard.

“God, I wish I had more days off,” Izuku groaned as he naturally started pushing you onto your back, the hand that had been on your jaw now down to the fleshy part of your shoulder as his torso fell over yours.

“You don’t,” you said, almost giggling at what a lie that had been. “You just wish that you had more time.”

His eyes were soft as he pulled back to look at you. You could see in flecks of dark jade the hints of regret that Izuku always held. There was never enough time to be a hero. Never enough time to be a husband. Even if he spurned one and took on the other exclusively, it would never be enough. So he made do with what he had and, over the years, had put every effort into making time for both, doing everything with that inimitable Deku ardor.

“I do,” he said. “God, I do.”

You were completely on your back now as he pressed between your legs, which came up to hook around his hips. He leaned into you heavily, against your mouth, against your core. His intent had grown quickly, as it always did, and yours was rising to meet him.

The tee you’d thrown on had ridden far higher than your panties and Izuku had one hand creeping under it, cupping one of your breasts as he ground against you. A few moans escaped you as he kissed you passionately, just as he had when your relationship had been new. But now the passion was matched with experience; he knew your every spot, every desire almost better than you did. Soon he was rising off of you, the hem of the shirt clenched in his hand. You arched up for him to pull it off of you and then relaxed back down.

You expected Izuku to follow you immediately, but instead one hand passed over your hair and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated. “Just, like…really, really amazing.”

You preened at the praise and it compelled you to hook both hands around Izuku’s neck and pull him back down to you. You met no resistance as his mouth fell back against yours, his hands pressed on either side of your hips as he began rutting against you through your undergarments.

“God, Izu,” you breathed as, even through his boxers, the head of his cock managed to meet your clit. Your panties were clinging to the slick that had already formed, and his thick shaft was keeping them stuck while you just wanted them off, sooner rather than later.

“I know, honey,” Izuku groaned, grasping the elastic of your panties in both hands. “God, I always need you so much.”

“Me too,” you said, bringing your legs together so that Izuku could pull your panties down and throw them to the ground.

His boxers were next, not getting the delicate treatment that your underwear had gotten. He tore them off, betraying his eagerness as he immediately went to the bedside drawer for your half-empty bottle of lube, squirting some generously in his hand. He fisted it over his cock before taking his slick hand and pressing it against your pussy, rubbing four fingers up and down over the breadth of your sex. You gasped, arching against the bed at the direct contact, suddenly so much warmer than you had been a moment ago, from your cunt to your breasts now bathed in sun.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Izuku mumbled against your mouth as his body came close and his hand, the one puckered with scars, rubbed against the roundness of your hip.

“Please—need you,” you said, practically quivering for him as his wet dick slid over top of your needy hole.

“Okay, gonna take you so high,” Izuku said as he grabbed his cock and readied it against your entrance and you felt the hot stretch of him pressing into you.

“Yes,” you whispered as he sunk in, the perfect shape and contours of his cock brushing all the familiar spots inside of you until he bottomed out. Then he took your hand in his again, forehead pressed against yours and began long, deep thrusts.

“God, I love you, honey,” Izuku said as the pace slowly increased, his pelvis slapping into yours with a wet clap at every full thrust. “You feel so good for me. So hot and tight.”

You just whined in response as you lifted your hips to his. Maintaining his pounding, Izuku reached for one of your pillows and, without prompting, you raised up enough for him to slide it under you so he could hit all your secret places with every thrust.

All you could do was grip him tightly as he had his way with you. Your fingers clenched around his, your legs around his waist, and—most of all—your throbbing cunny around his hard cock.

God, he was right. You didn’t get to have him like this enough. He was so good—so strong and kind—and you loved him so much that it was never enough.

“Close, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you cried as one hand crept down to your clit and started rubbing a slick pattern on it. “Fuck, fill me up, Izuku.”

Izuku grunted as your walls squeezed around him a little tighter. “Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t get my cum until you finish.”

Everything got hazier as you closed your eyes to the sunlight, overcome by the sensations on your clit and in your cunt—even more so when Izuku bent his head and began suckling on your neck. All you could focus on were those three points, each becoming stronger and stronger in your brain until you suddenly gasped, legs shaking around your husband as he pulled your orgasm out of you, stoking it as he kept thrusting into you.

“There it is, honey,” Izuku said, and you could feel him smiling against his neck. “Now do you want my cum?”

You could do little more than whine for it as you came down from your orgasm, desiring to make Izuku feel as good as you did, for you to give him a shred of the pleasure that he did you. So you squeezed him tighter around the waist and drew him into you, wanting nothing more than his cum deep inside of you the moment he finished.

“Please, Zuku,” you breathed. “I love you.”

His brows screwed together, tight with concentration as his pace sped up to full speed—the tell tale sign that he was reaching his end.

“Uh—Oh god,” Izuku grunted as he began to spurt inside of you, painting your insides with liquid heat. “Fuck, I’m cumming. Gonna fill you so good.”

He was already making good on his word. Some of his essence squeezed out as his thrusts continued, making a mess of you both. You just held him as he slowed down, his heavy breaths pushing his stomach into yours until finally stuttering to a stop. Just before he fell boneless, he wrapped both arms around you and flipped you onto his stomach where he could hold you close.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” Izuku said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and running his hands up and down your bare back.

“Mm,” you hummed, eyes closing against Izuku’s chest as you felt him slip out of you and your combined fluids begin to dribble out. “Making a mess.”

“That’s okay,” Izuku said, one hand moving up to the base of your hairline and playing with the tiniest strands that lived there. “I’ll get you cleaned up in a minute. I’m just not done holding you yet.”

You weren’t done yet either, so you made sure to hold him everywhere you could. You straightened your legs a bit, tangling them with Izuku’s and kept your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. His body was so warm, so strong. He held you like this often enough that you knew that you weren’t too heavy on top of him—he’d proven you wrong too many times when you’d tried to argue with him.

His chest had broadened with age and was just perfect to lie against, whether with just a head and a hand or with your whole body like now. And he’d only gotten stronger in his years as the number one hero. In a few minutes’ time, he’d lift up the both of you and carry you to the bath, despite having taken a shower himself just before your nap. His gnarled hands would pass softly over your skin, cleaning you up and loving you well.

But, for now, you lay as the day’s sun traveled over your interlaced bodies. You lay until it passed your toes, until it left the room. Even without it, you were still warm.

[bondedtrauma]

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lobotomy i LOVE ur filthy rot brain. the aesthetics that your blog + muses hold are so FUCKING!!!! GOOD! we don’t have NEAR enough interactions on this blog NOR MY MULTI. i’m gonna bodyslam u into discord for plotting. also i hope u like the nickname ‘tomy’ because it’s sticking for life. i love your psd for your icons! it makes me want to switch my own to match lol. it can fit a lot more of an expression in a bigger canvas and brrrrr it scratches my brain. your blog aesthetic is so perfectly creepy and i ADORE IT. i love our alpha conversations ooc on discord too! some of the shit u and leo be saying tho.......my god i added both of the biggest crazies on this hellsite. also ur graphics are all gorg and i love seeing u post edits/reading new bios!

as for MUSES: HISAO is such a rat i love him SO MUCH. i want to write more with him and kaneki ofc -- they have such a funny dynamic and even if ken pushes him around he really loves his company :) he’s starting to see him as a dad figure that he always craved as a kid and it makes me....angsty. 12/10!!!!! AGELOS is a character i just KNOW elli’s savior complex would just jump out at. i havent interacted with him yet but i just read his bio / interactions and ;w; WEEP!!!!  i’m taking him away from u bc ur too mean to him. i wanna kiss their little forehead and tell them tht theyve done enough.

IZZABEL is so interesting to me ! i havent interacted with them yet, but i see her threads on my dash with other ppl and im always just so ENTRANCED by her. the best word i can use to describe her is just haunting. they are another oc i just wanna hug and say everything will be okay!!!!! i hope she finds peace at one point UGH. deserved. ELLIOT has such an intriguing backstory! the mystique of finding out that you dont actually know as much as you thought you did about someone is always a harrowing experience, and i feel like that could be explored so well within lovelace’s psyche. mwah i love that trope tldr LOL. 

i haven’t yet interacted with JUNIOR, but i’m always SO excited to see his threads on my dash. he is the literal definition of ‘ little shit ‘ , and i feel like sekiko would wanna punt him across a football field. i crave that interaction LOL. i don’t know much about him quite yet, but i want to learn ! hanako being his fc fits ur blogs aesthetic too oml...pats him on the head. he seems like someone who would bite. does he bite? EUN is my favorite muse on ur blog. like hands down i adore him. i actively look forward to seeing his threads with you and my mutuals. he is SO FUCKING FUNNY. like he’s not even trying to be but the threads have me cracking up each time. also his BROTHER is hot and thats extra points. he’s such a brat and elli would mother him 100%. if he ever tried a pick up line on sekiko she would laugh in his face.  ALSO putting the rest under a read more because its getting long lol

DAEJEON yes sirrrrr!!!! im proud to say i was the first like on ur first starter call for him after his creation. clocked in a .4076 miliseconds because i’m just built that different. i love the interaction that he and elli held, and i think they could have a really cute platonic/sibling dynamic!! she just needs to be looked after 24/7 she gets into so much trouble just because of her naivete all the time. another possible plot could be them working together seeing that she interns in cyber forensics :) i always love ocs with chainsawman characters as a fc and MIER is no exception!! i love the uncanny valley vibe he has going and want to see more of him on my dash!!!! LET ME INTERACT WITH HIM!!!!

grabs SYBIL by the neck and squeezes him like a squeaky toy. I LOVE HIM. i love characters like him and idc if its problematic i just adore them. hes so creepy and rude and the idea of him wearing/creating masks is SO cool. he and sekiko’s past threads have cracked me up and we should have more of them!! GIVE ME A STARTER FOR HIMMM I COULD FIX HIM. GORI is so heartbreaking!!!! i have a thing for being TERRIFIED of losing my s/o and gori’s backstory is so sad :( i can’t imagine having to raise a kid after such a Wild(tm) incident. he has all of my support and i want to give him a forehead kiss....

JURO my love!!!!!! he’s reminiscent of frankenstein’s monster for me, and i just LOVE him. he’s so precious to me tbh idek why i have such an attachment to this muse. i just DO. grabby hands give me more of him!! SEVEN is such a perfect twist on the guardian angel trope. we haven’t had many interactions, but he was so kind to sekiko and i just want to hug him!! he seems so gentle and kindhearted but know you hes probably secretly fucked up LOL. CASINO is the coolest name ever so i wanna get that out of the way LOL. i love disturbed characters and i love putting elli in front of them with her ‘ i can fix them ‘ mindset. please let her try to fix him. he’s so gross but i LOVEH IM!!!! nasty, nasty, NASTY. i wanna know why sybil let him go 👀 and, lastly, tomatsu! i don’t believe i’ve seen any interactions with him yet, nor interact, but his design is SO COOL. i want to see a thread of him going feral <3

tldr: follow lobotomy for pretty graphics and wild muses!!!! plot wiht me tomy