#he even brought you treats and yummy things

[insurged]

" eventually you'll see i'm not worth it. " gojoo :>>

there  was  a  time  when  he  would  have  agreed.  a  deadly  combination  of  immaturity  alongside  the  absolute  power  that  his  teenage  self  had  been  completely  drunk  on,  gojo  had  held  very  little  empathy  for  both  humans  and  curses  alike.  in  most  cases,  humans  were  worse  in  his  eyes.  curses  are  created  from  the  festering  emotions  of  mankind,  in  no  way  having  a  choice  for  what  they  are.  humans  do  and  yet,  he’s  seen  them  commit  the  worst depravity,  selfish  beings  that  they  are.  a  fleeting  thought  of  obliterating  them  all  had  crossed  his  mind, once    —   ( should we kill these guys ? ) he had once asked a friend of his...

the world will never accept curses. he's had his fair share of watching and even sorcerers will throw their own away. what room is there for curses, amalgamations of negative emotions that resonate in people ? and it's because of his intimate understanding of being alone that he is extending his hand to others, tossed aside and rejected by all. he can't help adopting the strays. a small grin emerges, soft and genuine as fingers ruffle the top of her head, annoyingly continuous. it's meant to intentionally make a mess of her hair.

❝  ha! you're so pessimistic for a curse !  ❞  hand returns into his pocket, the other hiding behind his back offers the plastic bag of sweets to her that he's picked up from all over tokyo. ❝  i can only save those who want to be saved, rize. that's what you wanted, isn't it ? you're worth it.   ❞

                i believe in you, rize ( @glutosus ) .

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

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A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

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[tsuutarr]

“…eager to whisk you away once you’re more fae than human.”

I can’t help but imagine a tiny little fairy just lifting an entire person above their head and slowly flying them over the rainbow

This inspired me to make a friend for Cot, soooo here's Maple!!

(Who knows, maybe a harem of fairies is coming eventually)

Yandere! Garden Fairy x Reader

Recently, a human has appeared in Maple’s village. For some reason that Maple genuinely cannot understand, his friend, Cot, has brought over a human. 

Even when Cot dotes on his human, Maple can’t see what the appeal is. Humans are so… eugh.

Still, seeing Cot chatter on and on about his human makes Maple somewhat curious, so he decides to venture out one day. You’re the first human he sees in the human realm, and honestly? Maple still can’t really understand what Cot’s thinking at all.

But one thing Maple can understand is how delicious those strawberries in your garden look. Once you’re out of sight, he quietly sneaks into your garden. You won’t miss one tiny strawberry, will you?

Just as he’s about to reach out and grab a strawberry, he hears a gasp. Slowly, he turns around, only to come face to face with your shocked expression. He’s frozen from shock, certain that he’ll meet his demise when you say, “Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!”

Your words startle Maple to the point he can only watch as you reach out and poke his cheek. He makes various noises of discontentment, making you apologize with a smile.

“Here, are you hungry?” you ask, plucking a strawberry off of your strawberry plant and handing it to him. “Eat up!”

Alarm bells should be running rampant in Maple’s head but… but! That strawberry looks so scrumptious that he has no choice but to indulge. And boy, was he right! The strawberry is absolutely yummy and oh so delicious that he can’t help but chow down. 

You allow him to take a few strawberries back home, much to his surprise. He didn’t expect you to be so nice.

Maple, as one of the cooking fairies, has always been a gourmet in regards to food and anyone who’s willing to give him some tasty treats always lands on his favorite list. So, it’s no surprise that you’ve found yourself in the top five of his favorites list. Maybe Cot did have the right idea about humans.

Honestly, Maple can’t wait to visit you again (for the strawberries, of course). And you’ll let him in every time and give him tasty treats because he’s oh so cute. But make no mistake – he’s hardly innocent. He’s a fairy, after all, so it’s only a matter of time before he takes you back home with him whether you like it or not.

[gloomwitchwrites]

IM FEELING ANGSTY TODAY so what about 141 who is in love with reader but they are in love with someone else <3

ANON! STRAIGHT TO JAIL!

But in all seriousness, I love some yummy angst. Make me suffer. Make the characters suffer. Let's all suffer a little bit. Hope you shed a tear or two (or don't).

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Presented in four double drabbles.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, alcohol, stalking, flirting, yearning, angst, suggestive themes, brief mention of intimate relations, divorce, co-parenting, nurse!reader

Word Count: 800

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John Price

The door opens, and your smiling face greets him. You look a bit tired, but even so, you're beautiful. John wants to snapshot this moment. To savor it.

“You’re early,” you breathe.

John shrugs. “That all right?”

He did it on purpose. The new boyfriend shouldn’t be home yet, which means John can have some time with you.

“Is that Dad?”

The familiar voice of his daughter and small feet slapping against a wood floor reaches him. She appears, arms outstretched eagerly.

“Hey there, dove,” chuckles John, lifting his daughter into his arms. “Ready to spend the weekend with me?”

She squeals with delight, her small arms wrapping around his neck. John glances at you, urging memory to resurface and seize you both.

But it is not to be.

The boyfriend appears. The man that came after the divorce.

John doesn’t blame you for moving on. His job drained the marriage into nothing.

But he still wants you.

“John,” nods the man in greeting.

“Is her bag ready?” asks John, addressing you and not acknowledging the boyfriend.

“Yes,” you reply, handing it to him.

John wants to say, “I love you.”

But he doesn’t.

“I’ll bring her back Sunday evening.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Vape smoke lingers in the air.

Kyle reclines on the sofa, his head on a pillow, scrolling his socials in the dim dark. The television is on, the volume turned low to create background noise. On the table next to him is a bottle of tequila, half-empty and warm. He takes a swig, savoring the burn.

Kyle’s gaze is glued to the phone screen, fingers tapping until he finds your page.

He shouldn’t do this. It’ll only upset him—making him yearn for something he doesn’t have and might never know. It’s a foolish endeavor. Heartbreak just for fucking kicks.

He gazes at your smiling face, of how perfect you are to him. It’s not fucking fair—even if he respects your choice.

You should be his. The two of you should be together.

But there is someone else. A man that Kyle despises but only because you’re not his. The bloke is a good man. He’ll take care of you. Treat you right. Be there when you need him and not away on another mission without any idea of when or if he’s coming back.

Kyle’s chest aches.

"Fuck," he sighs, locking his phone.

He reaches for the tequila.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“How bad is it, doc? Think I’ll live?”

Soap puts every ounce of devious flirtation he can in his tone. He’s putting it on thick.

He gives you his best smile, and he gets the exact reaction he wants.

Your head bows in embarrassment, a soft smile spreading on your face. Your touch is gentle, taking great care to wrap the wound on his bicep.

You’re flustered. It’s bloody adorable.

“You’ll live, sergeant,” you reply, voice a little husky.

It’s such a small thing, but Soap clings to it. To him, this is a sliver of hope. A possibility even though reality says otherwise.

Soap leans in a bit, pushing into your space which almost seems to worsen your flustered demeanor. “I took a hard hit.”

“You did,” you agree. “It’s good they brought you in.”

You have no idea Soap asked Simon to hit him harder during training just so he’d end up here.

But it’s not to be.

The man that has your heart arrives, strolling into the communal exam room without even glancing at Soap.

“You’re ready to go, sergeant,” you reply brightly, demeanor changing now that your boyfriend is here.

Soap’s stomach twists into a knot.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon sits in the dark in his home office. A slight twinge of shame paints his mood, like it always does when he watches the monitors.

He tells himself he does this to protect you. That he’s looking after you even if you’re not aware of his actions. This is just a precaution until you finally realize that you should be his.

Simon removes a cigarette from his jacket pocket. When it ignites, and that luscious burn hits his lungs, a calmness settles over him.

His actions are valid. This behavior is fine.

Simon settles back in his chair, gaze roaming over the different camera views. There are fifteen of them in total. Each one is in your home in various rooms. Infiltration and surveillance are something he’s fucking good at. And he’s done it here with excellent precision.

It’s some of his best work.

In your bedroom, you’re currently on your back, and completely naked. The wanker you call a “boyfriend” is thrusting like a bloody fucking idiot. It’s clear to Simon that this man only cares about himself.

Simon could make you come. He’d give you plenty of orgasms.

But you’re not his.

You belong to someone else.

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[rafey-baby]

sweet treat 4

construction worker!rafe and shy!reader spending their day off together (as one does) but rafe simply can not keep his hands off her and maybe she just really needs him...

c/w: fluff, rafe being a tease, semi-public thigh riding, 18+ mdni!

wc: 1.9k

ugh i have such a soft spot for him

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It’s a tranquil Tuesday; they’re strolling around town and soaking up the last lemony rays of the August sun, before autumn drops all the marmalade leaves and brings a chilly breeze along with its visit.  

The balmy weather of the sunlit afternoon coaxes her to remove her cardigan; a featherlight fabric she brought in case the wind decided to pick up. However, she doesn’t need it now, not when it’s so pleasantly mellow and thermal. And without a word, Rafe reaches an arm out and plucks the piece of clothing from her, casually throwing it over his shoulder and holding it for her.  

She mumbles out a soft thank you, and even if the thin material really doesn’t weigh a thing and it wouldn’t have been a bother to hold onto it herself, she still feels all gooey inside from the sentiment.  

They have lunch at her favorite place; a small picturesque restaurant with leafy vines and scarlet roses trickling down the brick wall as they sit outside on a little patio, enjoying their meals with cheery bluebirds chirping and the passing laughter of pedestrians on the lively streets as their background music. And when their tummies are full of yummy food, they decide to get ice cream.

But as they’re padding along the pavement and she’s mindlessly licking her cone, some of the sweet treat drips down her chin without her noticing.  

“You’re so messy,” Rafe tuts and reaches out to grab her jaw in his hand, angling her chin to face him before swiping a thumb under her bottom lip—catching the cold dessert and tucking the digit into his mouth, humming when the strawberry ice cream melts on his tongue. 

Her eyes round out at the nearly obscene sight.  

“Mm tha’s good, but mine’s better,” he thinks out loud before laving his tongue over his own mint chocolate chip flavor.  

He notices her gaze linger, the corners of his mouth tugging up. “Want some?” 

“Uh…no. It tastes like toothpaste,” she complains, trying to clear her suddenly foggy mind with a shake of her head.

“Yeah, but in a good way,” he grins. 

“There’s no good way for ice cream to taste like toothpaste,” her brows crease. 

“There is, alright? Here, try it,” and instead of offering his cone to her like a normal person, he dips his thumb (the one that was just in his mouth) into the frozen delicacy and pushes it past her lips before she has the chance to refuse. 

A sound of surprise escapes her throat when he presses down on her tongue, letting her get a proper taste of the minty sweetness. He lingers for a moment too long because suddenly, there’s an itch in his lower abdomen, the sight of her sucking on his thumb urging him to push another digit in, make her gag around his fingers.  

He clears his throat, an attempt to shake the thoughts away before he’s pulling his thumb out from her greedy little mouth, no complaints or grumbling about toothpaste following after. She merely blinks up at him, seemingly having lost the ability to speak with her doe eyes all dumb.

“S’good, right?” he asks, a mocking lilt to his tone. 

“Mhm,” she manages out, brain mushy and mind clouding over with a starry haze that seems to follow her for the rest of their walk, merely nodding and humming out responses to his questions while he finds it all entirely too amusing, unable to wipe the taunting smile off his face.  

When a group of people pass them by on the narrow sidewalk, Rafe settles a heavy palm on her waist, pulling her closer and preventing her from stumbling into them. However, instead of removing his hold on her after they’ve successfully bypassed them, he opts to slip a warm hand in the back pocket of her jeans; tugging her to his side once again. And she really can’t contain the stupid smile from pulling at her lips in response.

Absentmindedly, he continues on with whatever story he was telling her (she stopped listening the moment she felt his touch on her) as if this is all completely mundane for him and they aren’t walking around like an enamored couple right now.  

Then, as if for good measure, he mindlessly squeezes her ass with the hand stuffed in her back pocket, causing her to look up him, but there’s merely a lazy grin hanging on the raspberry mouth she remembers kissing just the other day on his couch. Her brain nearly short-circuits and she has half the mind to scold him. After all, they’re in public and he’s practically groping her.

However, she’s unable to open her mouth when he gazes down at her— his eyes mirroring morning dew underneath the amber glow of the waking sunbeams.

“So, what do you think?” the question suddenly breaches her eardrums, making her pause.

“About…what?”  

An amused chuckle tumbles from his throat. “Said your boss wanted to renovate the cafe, right? Could, uh, help with that, give her a discount ‘n shit?” 

“Oh. That’d be— great, yeah. I’ll make sure to…let her know,” she barely manages out because his palm resting on her ass is making her thighs press together and it’s getting more and more difficult to inhale and exhale like a regular human by every passing second.

Once they’re back in the shelter of his truck, instead of starting the engine, he turns to look at her, causing her to shift ungracefully in the leather seat, trying to ignore the ache deep in her marrow that’s been bothering her the whole way back.

And since he’s wearing shorts, her eyes zone in on his thighs, heavy lids blinking as she tries to avoid his stare. 

“You want somethin’?” he raises his brows.

“Hm? No… why would I—”

“You think I don’t see the way you keep lookin’ at me?” he rasps out. “Been feelin’ a little needy after you sucked on m’thumb, haven’t you?”  

“I…um—” 

“Bet you’re so sticky right now, must be uncomfortable at this point, no?” his face creases in faux concern as a faint whine leaves her. 

“C’mere, yeah?” he encourages, patting his thigh before she clumsily wobbles over the console, settling on his lap.

“Didn’t tell you to sit there, did I?” he says before lifting her up and setting her back down so she’s properly straddling his thigh. “Now that’s better?” 

“Rafe…someone could see us,” she suddenly remembers, turning her head and peering through the car window at the busy parking lot; girls in bikinis carrying towels, couples laughing and chatty families all thriving under the beaming sun.  

“Honestly don’t really give a shit. Why don’t we just…let them see how much of a dirty girl you are, hm?” he grins, showcasing pearly white teeth and making her whine in response. She flits her eyes towards the window once more, inspecting the seas of people loitering about, but she doesn’t think anyone’s noticed them yet.

However, she doesn’t have any more time to observe before he’s yanking her back to face him once more, fingers digging into her jaw.  

“Look at me,” his brows furrow, seemingly upset that her attention isn’t on him. 

“Sorry, I jus’...” 

“Relax, alright? They can’t even see your face, just a horny slut humpin’ me,” he reassures her before mushing her cheeks together and smudging a sloppy kiss on her lips when she drags out his name, flushing in humiliation.  

“Why don’t we, uh, take these off, hm?” he mumbles, not even bothering to wait for a response before he’s dragging down the zipper of her jeans. Then, he’s tugging them down her legs, leaving her in just a flimsy pair of underwear.  

She gasps when she feels his firm thigh against her drippy cunt, relieving some of the tension in her limbs.  

“This shit gets you off, doesn’t it? The fact that anyone could jus’ look through the window and see how fuckin’ desperate you get for me?” he asks, something mean glinting in his eyes. 

“Go on then, if you want it, you gotta work for it, yeah?” he leans back against the seat, his long legs spreading out and a smirk painting over his face as he simply gazes at her. She doesn’t think she’s ever felt more embarrassed, cheeks burning when she gives a tentative roll of her hips against him, whimpering out because the fabric between them is not only paper thin but also soaked through at this point.  

“There you go, sweetheart. That feel good?”  

She mewls, nodding all frantic and rutting against his thigh some more. Then, he’s plucking at her panties, pulling the sodden material to the side and allowing for her to really feel the sturdy muscles there; skin to skin. She grows louder and louder as her swollen clit keeps bumping against him, making him smear his mouth over hers— muffling her whines when her thighs begin to grow sore.  

“Rafe…m’tired— can you…”

“You’re tired, huh? What if I’m tired too?” there’s something in his mocking question that tells her he’s anything but.  

“Rafe, can you jus’— can you help?” 

“Where’d your manners go, hm? Why don’t you ask nicely?”  

“Rafe please, need to…can you help me please need you to— need you to help,” her distressed eyes are turning watery when he merely chuckles, low from his chest. 

“You don’t even know what you’re sayin’ do you? Get so dumb every time we do this, couldn’t even fuck you properly before you passed out on me that night in your bed, remember?” 

“That’s not fair, I was so sleepy—” 

“Wha’s not fair is me havin’ to do all the work while you jus’ whine like a helpless baby,” his voice is condescending, making wet droplets stain her cheeks.   

“M’sorry, don’t mean to...”  

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” he says while gripping at her hips, supporting her weight and dragging her over his thigh, making her moan out loud.  

“Can’t do anythin’ yourself, can you? Need m’help with everythin’ yeah?” his rugged paws roll her hips against him, hard, again and again.  

“Mhm. Need you—” a loud noise leaves her throat when he suddenly pushes his leg up against her— forcing her puffy clit to harshly rub against the skin that her weepy cunt has made so wet, to the point where he can feel it whenever she glides against it. “Rafe, m’gonna…” 

“Yeah? Gonna soak m’thigh for me?”  

She whimpers when he presses her down firmer.

“Shit, sweetheart. Look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he mutters out, blue gemstones fixed on her trembling form before the knot in her stomach begins to loosen— the piece of yarn snapping as she begins to unspool in his arms, crying out because she feels so delighted she doesn’t know what to do.  

“There you go, jus’ do anythin’ I ask, don’t you?” he murmurs, her head dropping against his steady chest while his blunt nails scratch at her scalp.  

There are stars in her eyes, nearly a full-blown galaxy while his strong grip steadies her and makes her feel like nothing else matters; only this moment. Him and her.  

And she wants to stay in the safety of his hold forevermore because she’s positive the only reason her poor heart is beating these days is because of him.  

As an afterthought, she wonders if maybe she’s just in love.

[anna-proxx]

pretty please can we have arthur morgan falling in love with hyperfem! reader? ur stuff is always so so yummy,, no pressure ofc! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

⭒✧⋆｡guns n' bows ✧⋆｡⭒

pairing: Arthur Morgan x hyperfem!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst (good ending)

summary: Arthur finds himself adoring a dainty woman who joined the gang a while ago. It suddenly becomes clear to him he has fallen in love.

word count: 3294

tags: high honor arthur, fem!reader, (mutual) pining, arthur being a sweetheart

a/n: thank u so much, dolly! i had a few ideas on how to approach this and decided to make it more story-based and focus on arthur's inner process as he realizes he's in love with the reader (as i would imagine it to go). if you'd like something a bit different, lmk! i've been wanting to write a hyperfem fic for a while now, so i had fun with it. also, i'm thinking about writing a pt. 2 where i'd focus more on the reader's pov and have arthur express his feelings more (be a cutie around her) and confess his love. <3

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Arthur Morgan wasn't used to being gentle with people. His hands were rough and calloused and his muscle memory trained to draw his guns and shoot. They were meant to be a weapon, to protect and harm for the people he considered his family.

Perhaps he had it in him, but there was no reason to be soft and gentle – the world was just as rough as him and he was assigned the burden of fighting against it. The softest he could get was between the pages of his journal as he wrote about his thoughts and sketched owls and beavers and when he patted dogs and talked to his horse.

But most of those were away from prying eyes and frankly, the role of a dense criminal prized for his brawn comfortably fit around his overlooked qualities, as that was all he needed to be. To survive, to fulfill his role.

And yet you saw right through it. Of course you did, you had a good heart, open to whoever you saw goodness in. While some might write Arthur off as a rugged criminal only, you noticed his edges weren't as sharp as he tried making them seem to be.

His duties were violent, sometimes brutal, the earth soaking up blood of his enemies and his image reflecting in their eyes as the last thing before they closed them forever. To some, he was their biggest nightmare. He wasn't a good man, to believe so would be naive and foolish, but he wasn't all bad either, as some would think.

Your heart was big enough to accept his sins and leave the judgment to whatever was above, meanwhile you sought his presence as it brought you a strangely warm sense of security and comfort. Like moth to a flame, his different nature allured you. Hardened on the outside and soft-hearted on the inside.

Perhaps that was the reason you found yourself liking this big outlaw. Scooted towards him at the campfire, or sat nearby and watched him as he lied on his cot and scribbled something into his journal.

You might've been fragile and soft spoken, but you weren't stupid and your intuition on people was like a radar you could wholeheartedly trust. So you did.

Arthur didn't exactly know you sometimes looked for his presence, but he did notice you were comfortable around him.

It baffled him a little – you were so small compared to him, wearing lace and frills and cute little bows in your hair and yet you didn't seem to be intimidated by his appearance or demeanor at all. It sparked joy inside of him whenever you'd come to him blabbering about the rainbow you saw or gave him a soft smile as your eyes met.

You never treated him with judgment or revulsion, despite knowing very well your morals were against everything he was doing. Just how big of a sweetheart were you to do that? He never said it, but it meant a lot to him.

He felt as though you weren't even a part of all this. You were like a gem among roughened stones or a flower growing in gravel, reading in your tent and braiding your horse's mane while he washed blood off his hands.

And truth be told, because of that, he found you to be soothing and healing for his battered soul. It was so different, to be around someone like you.

You brought out a side of him he didn't know he had, one that was more tender than he was used to be. He didn't feel so angry or cynical, even after a job gone wrong. When he was with you, being gentle was easy.

At the beginning, when you first fell with the gang, it was doubt and hesitation he felt towards you. You were so... untouched by the world's cruelty, so innocent and open-hearted.

Arthur assumed you were naive and feeble, not only in the physical sense but mental as well. The world posed a huge threat to someone like you and he was worried you wouldn't survive in such circumstances. He was convinced you'd run after a few weeks but you did no such thing.

As the months passed, you stayed with the gang, patient and resilient while remaining soft and feminine. You helped where you could and offered a listening ear to anyone who needed it; even managed to get Arthur to open up to you when you two were alone. And you barely ever complained, even ate all Pearson's stews though you must've been used to eating fine food. And you lit up the space wherever you went. Your optimism was invincible. How the hell were you managing to do that?

It dawned on him he must've terribly underestimated you and his doubtfulness turned into admiration and intrigue. You were one fascinating little thing.

Things have been going quite downhill, so he kept checking up on you and you always had a warm smile to offer. You were still sweet and charming, even with the law on your tail.

You were his polar opposite, gentle waves of the sea splashing against hard rocks hot from the sun. Soft clouds concealing the sky after a raging storm. A calm rain on a hot summer day.

Arthur had no intentions of falling in love ever again.

But his heart was a sneaky little traitor.

Dusk softly illuminated the lake's surface when he found you sitting on the pier, your feet splashing in the water. You put your shoes beside you and held the skirt of your dress at your knees to avoid getting it wet. It was your favorite, white and pink, the corset decorated with little bows at the front. Your locks curled loosely over your shoulders, a light pink bow tying some of it at the back of your head.

You looked so vulnerable and cute lost in your thoughts like this, your feet creating creases in the water as you idly watched them. You had no company with you, only a couple of ducks swimming nearby and butterflies fluttering their wings around your head.

Arthur wondered what your mind was occupied with and before he could properly think it through, his steps directed towards your small frame lit by warm light.

You were pondering on the events of the past few weeks when the heavy steps on the wooden planks caught your attention. Turning your head to look up at the person coming, your eyes lit up as you saw it was your favorite one.

"Arthur!" you called out, your big doe eyes digging a pit in Arthur's stomach.

"[Name]. How are you?" His gaze lingered on you as he stood before you, his hands placed on the gun belt around his hips. You found the concern sweet. Instead of it being a casual phrase, his eyes studied you for an actual answer.

"Good, I think. What about you?" Your voice was smooth like honey and inviting, giving the outlaw something to lean into.

"'M alright," his voice rumbled as he shifted on his feet, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Ya like this place?"

You shortly looked around, taking in the view of the trees and dim sky reflected back in the peaceful lake.

"I do, it's such a charming spot." You looked back into Arthur's face, catching a hint of a smile on his lips.

"'M glad to hear that."

You could almost hear his goodbye that would follow but before he had the chance, you spoke.

"Come on, join me." You patted the spot next to you and slightly turned your body towards Arthur when he sat beside you.

Arthur was a bit at loss of words, always quick with his witty responses but uncertain around you. Your flowery perfume overcame him, then the sight of your rosy cheeks and full lips. You looked like a doll, looking at him through your long lashes with the most innocent look in your eyes.

For a moment your company made him forget about everything. He felt like just a man instead of a sinner, leaning into the silent acceptance you provided him.

You swung your feet in the water. "What did you do today?" you asked kindly, no trace of judgment.

Arthur sighed, recalling the day's events. "Robbed a stagecoach, had to shoot 'em guards. Met a few of the O'Driscoll boys too."

He wasn't one to sugarcoat things, especially when there was no reason to. You knew what kind of person he was and despite you never expressing disgust, he knew you must've had certain sentiments of him and they were all true. He was no better than the crooks he fought. And yet, with you, he wished he was.

Your gaze found his hand resting over his knee, barely dried blood on his knuckles.

"Oh, Arthur!" You took his hand in his, examining the damage with focus as you held his palm with both your hands, yours small in comparison to his.

Arthur's breath faltered in his throat. A lukewarm feeling settled in his chest and slight panic ran through his mind as he was slow to realize just what was happening. The warm touch of your smooth fingers was unusually intensive and he wished for the moment to never stop, as if he ever cared for such things.

He felt silly for it. What was happening with him? Why did he feel such fondness at your delicate hands cradling his, the slight blush on your cheeks, the flyaway hairs around your head?

He furrowed his brow at the unfamiliar tightness in his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat picking up on pace.

He hasn't felt this way ever since...

"Your poor knuckles," you mumbled while gently running your finger over the bruises. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen them healed."

Your tone was nothing but caring, as if Arthur hadn't used the fist to break someone's jaw. You put his hand away, putting yours in your lap as you continued bathing your feet in the water and watching the thoughtful look on Arthur's face as he softly looked at you.

Arthur cleared his throat, chasing all the crazy thoughts away. "And how's yer day been?"

You tactfully ignored the change of topic and played around with your necklace as you spoke. "Well, it was alright. I've been doing chores almost whole day, then went to Rhodes for some supplies with Tilly and Javier. He also taught me a bit of one Spanish song!"

Oh did he? A pang of jealousy struck him. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Arthur, everything okay?" you asked, your brow furrowed at the sight of his troubled expression.

"Sure, 'm... just tired, that's all."

You nodded, looking at the sky coloring itself in blueish grays. "Yeah, I might go to sleep earlier today as well, I reckon."

Pulling your feet out of the water, you started putting on your shoes while Arthur stood up, offering you a hand by the time you were done. You smiled up at him and accepted his hand, being effortlessly pulled up to your feet.

"Thank you, Arthur."

Your voice wouldn't leave his head, even after you walked towards your tent, disappearing from his sight. He walked to his own one in a trance, left with many unanswered questions in his head.

This wasn't like him, even less to be so confused by his feelings. And yet, as he lay in his cot that night, he kept going back to the moment at the lake, imagining what it would've felt like to brush his fingers through your soft hair or cup your cheek.

Another heavy sigh.

Only yesterday you were still just you. A kind girl they had rescued when she had nowhere else to go, a young woman who–

No, who was he kidding. The warning signs had been there long before; the warmth in his chest whenever he saw you, that little jump his heart did when you said his name, the joy he felt when you asked him for small favors.

It gnawed at him, the sense of knowing he tried pushing away.

He fell in love with you. Somewhere along the way, without taking notice. As complicated and messy it would make things, in a way, admitting to himself the feelings he had for you felt relieving.

How was he so stupid not to realize sooner?

He loved the way you got excited over making flower crowns and how you'd weave some for the girls. He loved when he saw you consoling and comforting Karen into putting the bottle away, or even being kind to that bastard Kieran. He loved when he found you playing with Jack, letting him put flowers in your hair. He loved your feminine gaze, the one that would capture all his attention, or how your kindness towards him made him feel. As if there was still hope for him, as if he wasn't damned after all.

But there was a tight knot in his stomach. He might've set himself up for another heartbreak. How could you want someone like him?

Arthur fell asleep riddled with contradicting thoughts that night.

The new reality of being in love with you gave him a sort of solace. But it wasn't until morning that he decided he could only do one thing – keep his distance. For both his and your sake.

You were beautiful and dainty like a rose, but he was the thorns.

Arthur did as he promised to himself – despite the stolen glances and wishful thoughts split in half, he would avoid you, though it wasn't as apparent as he's been so busy lately. Not like he would complain about that, if anything, it took his mind off you, even if not for long.

Above all he wanted to return to camp after a difficult job and be close to you, talk to you, feel your calming presence.

What he didn't expect with his plan was how much it would wear him down.

But the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, which he assumed would eventually happen, or lose his head for someone who wouldn't reciprocate the same feelings back.

He returned to camp late today. In the middle of the night when everyone was already asleep. He wanted nothing more than to lie down in his cot, his shoulders slouched as he got down from the saddle and patted his horse a good night, unsaddling him to give him some rest too. The night was quiet and tranquil, like peace after a storm, given how Arthur's day went.

It has been weeks since Arthur had realized he had feelings for you by this point and looking towards the tents, he couldn't help but wonder whether you were alright. He hasn't been around much lately, so he could only guess you continued to be true to who you've been since the beginning. With ribbons in your hair and a dreamy look in your face.

He sighed at the image. What a lovestruck fool he was.

He missed your sleepy eyes and the little wrinkle between your eyebrows when you were confused.

As if something listened to his wishes, a small figure emerged from the shadows and he realized it was you.

Wearing your undergarments, bloomers with frills and lace, you made your way straight towards him. Your hair was in two braids tied by pink ribbons, though a bit messy from sleep, and the loose strands of hair tucked behind your ear.

He froze in place, watching you get closer while his heart went a little crazy. A part of him was happy to see you approaching him, whatever the reason for that was. It made him feel fuzzy inside and that scared him more than any gunfight.

"Arthur!" you called out for him with a slightly shaky voice, not stopping your steps until you stood right before him.

Arthur fought the urge to reach out for you as he saw you small and vulnerable, looking up at him with need, his heart struck with fear when he noticed the little tears in your eyes.

"[Name], what's wrong?" There was urgency in his voice, a worried look in his eyes and panic coursing through his veins.

You held a sob as you spoke, hugging yourself with your arms, a few of the loose strands falling into your face.

"J-just a nightmare. I woke up so s-scared." You started to shiver as you recalled the frightening images. As soft as you were on the outside, you had a vivid imagination and your nightmares could get very eerie and gruesome, causing chills to travel up your spine every time the memory flashed before your eyes.

Arthur's instincts now clutched his heart tightly, a knot tying itself in his stomach. He hated seeing you like this, helpless, afraid and trembling. The sight of you awakened every bit of his protective nature and he didn't want anything more than to hold you and never let you go, even put his life on the line just to keep you safe.

He didn't think twice.

"Aw, c'mere," he proposed in a low warm voice, enveloping you in his embrace gently enough to give you the option of changing your mind.

But you snuggled into the hug instead, a small sob escaping you as you wrapped your arms around his torso, your arms barely connecting behind his back.

He was so warm and firm and you have never felt safer in your whole life. The anxiety was slowly mellowed out, filling your heart with affection instead.

Arthur breathed in your scent and it made him feel lightheaded, and to feel your soft warm body pressed against his felt like a dream.

You were so delicate in his arms and your exposed skin made it hard for him to keep his thoughts straight. He was a gentleman of course, but his heart raced nonetheless and he feared you could hear it beating against your ear.

"It's okay, t'was just a dream." His voice was soothing and warm, and it worked like a charm. He consoled you with strokes on your back, his big palms hot through the thin layer of your undergarments.

"What horrible thin' did ya dream 'bout?" Arthur asked, his embrace not loosening around you. He was quite happy like this, protecting you between his arms, as if you always belonged there.

You kept your face nuzzled to his chest, comfortably leaning into the hug.

You started talking about the dream and he listened. A monster, you said, something big and deranged sneaking its way around to its victims. You rambled about the details, your descriptions a mess as you spoke in loose tangles.

Arthur slightly smiled at your stuttering, it made you even more adorable than you already were, though he didn't know it was even possible.

He would kill anyone who'd dare to touch you.

"'M the only scary thing 'round here 'm afraid," Arthur muttered, his chest rumbling under your head.

"As if," you retorted with your voice muffled, certainty in your disagreement.

It caught Arthur off guard a little and nervousness arose in him as he asked the following question. "You ain't scared of me?"

He knew if there was even an ounce of fear in you, it would've killed him.

You looked up at him, your eyes big and glossy. "I feel safe with you, Arthur."

His heart dropped and he looked into your eyes completely baffled, not grasping how such a sweet creature like you could say such a thing to him.

You felt safe with him.

You did.

He felt vulnerable under your gaze; not even heavens could make him feel so exposed. He was afraid you could read his thoughts with that pretty mind of yours as you held the eye contact, that you could recognize how much he was now melting and crumbling inside.

So much for being a tough hardened criminal.

He felt like a teenager again. The sweating hands, tingles in his stomach, it was all back.

Arthur tightened his embrace, cuddling you closer.

As he held you under the starry sky, your tiny arms wrapped around him, he was sure of one thing.

He could do many things. But staying away from you was not one of them.

[paladin--strait]

Congrats on 100 babe 🫶!! Can I request prompt 19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only) with jack hughes?

so cute!!! i love this prompt with jack ❤️

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after the game ended, i immediately ran out to my car where the cupcakes are packed and placed neatly in the trunk. i brought the little cart with me and loaded the small treat boxes onto it, walking quickly into the hallway that the leads to the arena after i lock my car.

there's a huge grin on my face as i near the locker room. i pass a couple staff members and hand them their own little box with the freshly made treats inside.

the security checks the locker room to make sure the boys are still clothed before i walk in and that everyone is inside the large, messy room. i wheel in the cart after i get the okay and i run to jack, leaving the cart behind me, congratulating him on his huge win and the goal he got.

he smiles when he catches me in a hug, his sweaty hair falling onto my shoulder. i hear him laughing, and he kisses me on the lips with a quick thank you. "thank you baby! what's on the cart?" he points at it, and i suddenly remember all the boxed treats.

"oh! i brought you guys something!" my words that raised in volume caught the attention of the players and coaches. "i brought you all some treats!!" i walk over to the cart and grab a box. they're all named, since the goodies inside are customized to each players liking.

"nico and timo? i have your boxes!" both nico and timo practically run over to me, smiling and giving me a thank you hug as they take their boxes. "uhh...dawson and jesper?" they come over too, and all the boxes are eventually passed out, except for my two favorite devils players.

"luke and jack?" i turn and look at the two brothers with a big smile. they walk over together, chatting for a second before taking their boxes as well. luke gives me a big, long, thank you hug and tells me a quick i love you. jack gives me a kiss, along with a quick thank you and i love you also.

once i turn around to look at all the players and coaches, they're all digging into the boxes of yummy desserts, some of them looking like their about to go into a sugar crash or food coma. i look at nico, who's head is tilted back in bliss and his jaw is chomping down on a soft sugar cookie, one of his favorite treats that i've made, he's expressed to me how much he loves them multiple times, so i wrote it down in my notebook.

over a long time of baking and selling goods, i began to keep a journal of certain people's favorite things that i make. i have my family's favorite things, the hughes family's favorite things, the devils team, the canucks team, the umich team and even some of jack's friends like trevor and jamie.

i smile as i watch them enjoy the food. it's always made me happy to see people enjoy the desserts i make, especially people that i love so dearly. i rarely make batches of goodies like this, but the boys have worked so hard this season and they deserve a treat. luke is eating a no bake chocolate oatmeal cookie, one of his all time favorites, timo is eating the same cookie and dawson is eating a classic gingerbread cookie.

jack is chowing down on a carrot cake cupcake, smiling at me as we make eye contact. he holds the cupcake out to me, and i take a bite. i chew my bite of jack's cupcake, savoring the moist cake and delicious frosting. i'm never one to talk about how good my desserts are, but damn, i'm a good baker. i smile and giggle when i see the amount of frosting on coach keefe's face from his red velvet cupcake he's eating. he's really enjoying that cupcake, i think to myself.

moments like these with the team are my favorites. we're all together, enjoying the moment of happiness while we celebrate a huge win. we're definitely all going out for drinks later, but i know the night will be cut short for me and jack, since he always is super tired after playing for longer than usual, which he did tonight.

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once we reach the doorway to the quiet, dark, and cold apartment, jack and i take our shoes off by the door, walking to the bedroom. i flop down on the bed, groaning from how tired my body is, and i look up to see jack changing into his sleep pants, i decide that i should probably change too, so i stand and take my clothes from the game off, my 'hughes 86' jersey coming off and getting put into the hamper alongside my pants and bra.

i hear jack grunt when his body hits the bed, i finish taking off my makeup and make my way to bed, cuddling up to jack almost immediately. i hum into his chest, tracing shapes onto his back. "thank you for making all those things for my teammates, you really didn't have to do all that. but, i'm glad you did. they really love you, not just because of how good your desserts are, but because of how caring you are for them. they wouldn't shut up about how good it was and everyone told me to tell you thank you."

i smile at his words, "i love them too. i know how hard you boys have been working and you all deserve to know that people care about you guys and not just about the game and i know all the fans are thankful for all you guys do, so i decided to make all that stuff for you guys. i'm glad they appreciated it, too!" i play with his hair as i speak, messing it up and putting it in various little styles.

we chat more about the game before jack turns his alarm on so he can get up for morning skate in the early hours of the next morning and i cut off the light, darkening the room except for the light coming off the tv and the light from jack's phone. i smile when i see him scrolling through instagram, seeing where reporters had made various articles about the boys who talked about getting the delicious treats from me after being asked about the goodie boxes that were sitting beside them.

jack smiles and likes the article, shutting his phone off and putting it on charge. i he turns to look at me and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing my jaw, down my neck and along my shoulder. i giggle when he kisses my neck, i've always been ticklish there and he knows it.

the cold breeze from the air conditioning hits us, and we cuddle closer to each other, both to lazy to get up and mess with the ac unit this late in the night. we fall asleep in each others arms, the faint smell of alcohol coming off of us from our celebratory drinks at the bar. but that doesn't bother either of us, we just enjoy each others time, sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

[vagabond-umlaut]

gesundheit

you deem gojo to be the most stubborn nurse you've ever seen. you suppose you're the most stubborn patient gojo's ever seen.

but what you don't know is you both are the most caring, and the most idiotic, couple of best friends [or perhaps... something else] anyone's ever seen.

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; sickfic; mentions of flu & the medicines treating it [i wish i could include their composition too but no :(((]; a brief appearance of yummy chicken soup; gallons & gallons of tooth-rotting fluff; one sexual innuendo; ETERNALLY PINING 'TORU & ETERNALLY OBLIVIOUS SHORTIE ARE BACK!! :D

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ the gif, divider and characters used ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

obdurate, obstinate, bull-headed, pig-headed—

you reckon there's no word in the lexicon of any language, from any corner of this world, that can adequately describe the boy crouched before you.

furrowed brows barely visible from behind the unkempt white bangs, gojo shoots you a woefully concerned look, so much so that it makes you wanna smack it right off his face– and says, "your temperature is still above 100, shortie. you sure you took all the medications right on time?"

"i did," you grit out through clenched teeth and a hoarse throat before a fit of cough racks through your warm body, making you clutch onto your blankets for dear life while the airways fight to expel the irritants into the tissue you've pressed over the lower two-thirds of your face—

a painful battle which continues for a good portion of a minute or two before ending– temporarily— you toss the tissue into the overflowing trash can few feet away and return to glaring at your best friend, with a very exhausted, very frustrated sigh.

gojo's shades glint back innocently in the low light of the television as the boy dutifully places the thermometer in its box then moves to put the lids back on the tupperware he brought you dinner in.

you sigh yet again, wrapping the blankets tighter round yourself.

"sometimes, i wonder if you ever learnt to read, y'know?" you mumble in a soft voice, yet its tone mad enough to make him flinch as he rises from the carpet– having cleared the center table of the remainders of the chicken soup haibara made for you– only to cover it a tiny second later with anti-pyretics, cough syrups, nasal decongestants, inhalers-

gasp of shock worsening into a scratchy cough, you wheeze out, "did you really not read my messages, 'toru? i asked u to leave my soup at the doorstep but you warped right to the centre of my living room— i also asked you not to buy any medicine for me, i already bought them today, but- but- you literally bought the entire medicine shop for me!"

"yeah. and?" the white-haired boy retorts, short and sweet with that eye-crinkling beam of his– one he knows never not works on you, "it isn't like i don't have the means to afford it. and as for your orders via the messages..."

he trails off, shooting you a wink as he moves to plop down near your feet on the sofa and drawls, "i've always been a brat. why don't ya put me back in my place, huh?"

in his place... don't tell me this idiot's speaking of...

"is that supposed to be a bdsm thing, satoru?" you inquire, genuinely confused. concerned. "and you should raise your standards, y'know? thinking a person sick and dying from a flu to be attractive enough to apply a pick-up line on them; i hone– hey, no, why the fuck are you—"

"scoot. over."

neither gojo's stony tone nor his pinched features brook any room for you to disagree, yet you decide not to be held back by such, legs and arms struggling to free themselves from the blanket to push the way too tall figure squeezing you into the sofa as he lies down beside you.

not even a moment passes before your blankets are rudely ripped off your body, then dumped on the floor beneath. swallowing back a sigh of relief– the fan feels so good!– you muster a glower to shoot at your best friend.

earning an eyeroll and a huff, you know are fond, in reply.

"the paracetamol will be kicking in soon, and you'll start sweating like hell then," the boy explains, plucking his shades off and placing them on the table beside, "and that sweat needs to get evaporated asap for your fever to reduce asap— which won't happen if you stay swaddled in your blankets. didn't ya know that, shortie?"

your fever-stricken mind didn't until now, but you decide not to voice the fact out loud, just to not appease the smug grin on that bastard's face.

instead, you retort, "but don't you know staying in close contact with a sick person, taking no preacutions, can make you fall ill too?"

"nah!" gojo shoves your concern away with a dismissive shake of his head, "i'm not one of the strongest duo for nothing, you know? them weakass flu viruses can do nothing to me."

then adds, swiping a calloused palm over the skin of your forehead— cracking a smile, you realize, is 'cause he finds it sweating, "moreover, you're sick, shortie— you don't think i'm gonna leave you to take care of yourself, all alone with no one to help, do you?"

you don't.

of course, you don't, knowing who your dearest friend is— a very very stubborn boy, a store of immense power, but most importantly— the holder of a heart made from the purest of pure gold...

a half-hearted ugh is the only response you decide to grace his query with, not really minding when the boy ruffles your hair and pulling the thinnest of the blankets over you both, shifts so that he is now on his side with an arm tucked under his head, while you remain squished in between him and the sofa, face nearly pressing into his shirt-covered chest.

allowing a beat to pass, you peer up at him, mumbling tiredly.

"but why are you sleeping with me here, 'toru? go to one of the rooms and sleep in them. your legs will hurt a lot tomorrow, if you keep them dangling like that."

"let them," gojo smiles, wrapping a loose arm round your midsection, "it's more important for me to stay close to you to know when you're feeling sick and when you're not- or do you wanna make me sleep on the floor? i can do that for you."

"i am not saying this for me, 'toru," you grumble, inching closer to him despite your brain barking opposite instructions at you, "it's for you– i move a lot when i'm asleep. you won't get even a wink of sleep."

your best friend's lips lift knowingly. "why do you think i trapped you like this, hm?"

your zeal to dissuade him, itself fades a little. still, you persist, "i also tend to mumble in my sleep. won't you find that creepy?"

"nothing's creepy if it's in your sweet voice," he answers with a very... uncanny smile then rushes to add with a visibly exhausted sigh when you shoot him a frown, "i've got earplugs in my bag. i'll use them if it's too unbearable for me."

"tch!"

the battle of talking him out of this seemingly- definitely lost, you tsk and move to shut your eyes, finally letting your ailing body to listen to the call of sleep— before your eyes fly open again— a brand new idea whirring to life in your mind.

"but what if i start sneezing, or worse, coughing in the middle of the night? what are you go—"

"shut up," gojo shushes you, pressing your face into his shirt by a firm hold on the back of your head. you make a yelp of protest but it goes ignored by him as he continues, voice dropping to a pleasant rumble.

"and in case you start sneezing or coughing, i'm gonna wake up and take care of you and will stay awake till you're perfectly okay and fine— is that clear to you, shortie? taking care of you is only why i'm here tonight— why else would i bother myself with a snot-nosed person?"

his remark makes your fingers want to pinch his sides hard– but you stop them— choosing to let them draw nonsensical designs over his back, instead. a barely-there shiver passes through his body, you feel it, the same moment he removes his hand from the back of your hair to keep it in between your shoulder blades, lightly pressing, loosening the knots there.

yawning a little, you nuzzle into him at the comfort his action gives, then blink a pair of bleary eyes up at him, "do you know how much i adore you?"

curiosity and delight dimple his cheeks in a smile, clear as day for you to see. he asks, "you do?"

"mmhm," you don't waste even an instant in humming your assent, the relief brought by the medicines and gojo making you slowly fall into the grasp of slumber, "i really do. you're very very very precious to me and i adore you so much, 'toru. you're the best."

"i'm very happy to know that," the boy murmurs in a tone way too soft for him, but your slowly ebbing consciouness doesn't let you dwell on it for long— a smile shaping your lips at his next words, "and i too love you very much. i lo-"

he stops abruptly, making you frown up at him, worried— only to find him wearing a bright grin on his face. something tells you he is hiding something— his eyes are too nervous for a bragging person as him...

deciding not to pay it any attention, you pucker your lips into a pout.

"heyyy," you whine, "finish your sentence, 'toru!!! you can't leave your darling best friend hanging like thattt!!!"

the tension in his facial muscles reduces a pinch at your demand. the boy's grin widens, glowing even brighter to your tired eyes than those led-like blue eyes of his in the dim lights of the room.

thumbing your cheek lightly, he gives into your urging. "okay, fine— i love my darling shortie the most in this world. so much so that there is no one in this world who can love you as much as i do," he says in a gentle whisper, then adds— face growing that same strange smile as before— "my beloved best friend... now does that make you happy?"

the abrupt change in his tone to an oddly cheery quality as he makes his query is more than enough to give you one hell of a whiplash. you quickly sidestep it– filing the many queries it brings, away to be dealt with on a healthier day.

a brief shiver sending you press yourself closer into his comforting self, you close your eyes and mumble into the fabric of his shirt, "it makes me the happiest... thank you, 'toru. i too love you the most."

a tiny beat passes before you feel a feather-light kiss landing on your hairline— and that's the last thing you notice, before your drowsiness finally claims you, lulling you to a restful sleep in the safe embrace of your dearest 'toru.

▸ IMPORTANT NOTE: whatever u do, pls don't be as dumb as 'toru or shortie here!! if u r the one suffering from a flu or if u r the one taking care of a person who has flu, pls take the required precautions, and take care of urself and the ppl around u! love u sm!

[as a med student, it literally pained me to write these two being so stupid & careless when dealing with an illness as infectious and irritating like flu... but oh well. anything is possible in fiction, right? 🙃]

▸ masterlist

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Mommy Seonghwa) 847, fluff, domestic relationship, naps, quiet time, quality time, affirmations of love (@starillusion13)

“Seonghwa, I’m home.”

You locked the door behind you and went over to your room, setting down your things and then going off to find Seonghwa. Of course he was in his own room, as always, working. You came up from behind, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his cheek. He chuckled, turning to you and giving you a proper kiss on your lips.

“How was work?”

“The usual. I got to sit at my desk all day and do paperwork.”

“Yet you look very tired.”

“You know me. I live in a constant state of exhaustion.”

“Why don’t you go take a nap?”

“Can’t. If I lay down I’ll just sleep till tomorrow, and I have things to do.”

“Taking a day for yourself won’t hurt.”

“Yeah, but there’s just so much to do and not enough time.”

“None of these things are super serious and life ending are they?”

“Uh… not really but-”

“Then everything will be okay in the end.” Seonghwa kissed you once more. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, did you cook?”

“Nope. Wanna order food?”

“Hm… we should probably cook something though.”

“My treat, love. I’ll cook for you tomorrow, how does that sound?”

“I can agree to that. What were you thinking?”

“Something yummy, perhaps noodles, or chicken.”

“I could go for some chicken.”

“I’ll order. Why don’t you go shower and get into some comfy clothes.”

“I will, thanks Seonghwa.”

“Of course.” One last kiss from Seonghwa. “Go on now.”

You returned to your room and got ready for a shower, certainly needing it to unwind and feel better about yourself. Being freshly clean was always nice. You took your time afterwards, making sure to go about your routine before dressing in your best pajamas. When you stepped out of your room you heard the TV on, going over to the living room. Seonghwa was in the kitchen getting some plates and utensils, letting you know food was on the way, and he figured the two of you could watch TV together and eat. You loved the idea and helped him out. While you waited you cuddled on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and watching reruns of your favorite show. Seonghwa loved the commentary you’d provided, even if he had heard some of it before. Just listening to you talk about the things you loved brought him joy.

“Food’s here, I’ll get it.”

Seonghwa kissed your head before getting up, making sure you were wrapped up like a cozy burrito while he was gone. You stayed put, watching him go and then taking in a deep breath when the smell of chicken was in the air. You let Seonghwa set everything down before emerging from your cocoon to get food. It was delicious and warm. Once you had your fill you were back in your cocoon, leaning against Seonghwa and watching TV.

“You look tired, love, just sleep.”

“No… I want to stay up with you…”

“It’s okay, your company is enough for me.”

“Hm… no…”

“How about you nap for a little bit, and I promise to wake you up.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. Close your eyes I’m not going anywhere.”

You did as Seonghwa asked, laying your head in his lap so you could rest. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. You never specified with Seonghwa how long you would nap for, but he kept his promise, gently coaxing you awake a while later. You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you, softly petting your head.

“Hello.”

“Hi…”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… kinda wanna go back…”

“We can go to bed if you’d like.”

“No, let’s stay up a little bit longer together.”

“Alright. Well, you gotta sit up.”

“What if I stay here?”

“Well I can’t cuddle you if you’re lying in my lap.”

“Good point.”

You sat up, letting Seonghwa stretch his legs a bit before he pulled you close to cuddle, having you rest between his legs. You were the warmer of the two, happy to share it with him. He softly nuzzled your neck, making you giggle.

“You did good today, love.”

“About what?”

“Everything. You got up, got dressed, went to work, got through the day and made it home to me. You showered and had dinner and now the two of us are just existing together. You did good today, you got through it and here we are. I’m more than happy to simply hold you like this.”

“Seonghwa…”

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.”

Seonghwa chuckled. “For what? Dinner?”

“No for… you, for being here with me, for being you, for loving me, for helping me be okay. I don’t know how different my life would be without you, but I know I wouldn’t be this happy. You look after me in ways I don’t even consider for myself, and I appreciate that. I hope I’m doing good things for you too.”

“You are.” Seonghwa pet your head. “You’re enough for me, just as you are.”

“Seonghwa… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[mr-celestial-writings]

Baking Disasters

Pairing: Conner Kent x Male! Reader

Summary: Who doesn't love baking with their partner? Especially when you found a bunch of Halloween themed recipes! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Trigger Warnings: None!

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When you had found these recipes online, you had intended to make them yourself if you even could make them. Just you, your thoughts, and your kitchen.

Yet, on a call with your boyfriend, you had let it slip that you were planning on doing some baking.

Conner, ever the gentleman, offered to help. He had nothing better to do, besides, he loved spending time with you! So in Conner's eyes, it was a win-win! He got to spend time with you and get some delicious treats!

You two scheduled a good time for both of you, giving you some time to gather what you would need and make sure you had the recipes saved.

You had full faith in yourself and Conner. You two were one hell of a team. So what could possibly go wrong?

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Well, the day came. Conner had come over to your place. At first, everything went well!

You had gotten the recipes pulled up and got to work. It started small, making pumpkin cookies and other such treats.

Then it started going south. It started small a first.

"Hey, babe, was this container powdered sugar or Flour?" Conner asked, looking at you. In his hands he held one of the glass jars you used to contain your baking ingredients.

It was easier than having to dig around for everything in the cabinets.

"Should be Powdered Sugar." You replied, focusing on mixing the batter you were working on at first.

"Cool, Cool. And my sweet, beloved boyfriend who I love more than life... Where are your measuring cups?" Conner Questioned as he sat the glass jar on the counter.

"Second Drawer, left of the sink." You answered, setting the bowl on the counter as you went to open the drawer in question.

Conner gave a nod, "Sweet." He grabbed the measuring cup size he needed, and you went back to the sugar cookie mix you were working on.

You were on Cookie duty, and Conner was on Icing. It was simple as that. It was a good balance and i kept things orderly.

You began scooping the cookies onto the cookie tray, humming softly to yourself. Conner was focused on trying to make the icing perfect.

For some reason, though, The icing wasn't mixing like it was supposed to. Conner just brushed it off, though. It would probably still be good.

"Sooo, why the sudden interest in baking, [Name]?" Conner asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you put the Cookies in the oven.

You gave a shrug, "Dunno, just figured I should try it. Besides, the recipes I found looked really yummy. They seemed simple enough too."

Conner smiled softly, "Fair enough. Wanna watch a movie while we wait?" He asked.

You closed the oven door and smiled. You nodded, "Yeah, why not? We got time to kill?"

You hadn't even realized you had forgotten to set a timer at that point.

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It was an hour and a half later, you and Conner having just finished up some Horror movie.

Conner sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. "The Cookies!" He said.

You and him stood up in a panic and hurried to the kitchen. You rushed to open the oven and a plume of smoke came out.

Conner hurried to open a window, venting the smoke out.

You got your oven mitts on and pulled out the burnt cookies. You set charred mess on the counter and sighed.

"Damnit, I forgot to set a timer." You admitted, staring at your ruined cookies.

Conner brought the bowl of icing over with a sympathetic smile, "At least we still have the icing..." He said, offering the bowl.

You went to stick your finger into the icing and eat it, but the moment it reached your tongue, you gagged and hurried to wash your mouth out. "Icing is also a lost cause." You said weakly, slumping down onto the floor. Conner joined you in your defeat.

"Well... at least we tried?" He said softly, You smiled and laughed.

You agreed in a nod, "Yeah, we did, and it was also an excuse to spend time together." You said, looking on the bright side of things.

Conner laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and holding you close.

"Damn right it was, I wouldn't trade today for anything, mess ups and all."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "Neither would I, Kon. Neither would I."

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a/n: Another character close to my heart. I'm so happy that I'm trying to write for all these characters, even if I'm not the best.

Seriously though, if you haven't had any pumpkin baked goods, go out and make some! or maybe buy some! They scratch part of my brain so nicely.

[fickleminder]

Three's A Party

Team Partyyyyy enjoys a little holiday celebration in the attic.

This is my gift to @xcyberbuniix for the @obeymeholidayexchange event! Happy holidays and have a great year ahead :)

"Exams are over…"

"Lucifer is out of the house…"

"It's time to PAR-TEH!"

Three party poppers went off at the same time, showering the floor in glitter and confetti. Mammon gave a loud whoop and threw his hands up, nearly dislodging the little sheep perched on his shoulder.

"Whoa, watch it Mammon!"

"Sorry MC!"

Asmo tutted and plucked MC from his older brother's grasp. "Mammon, you really should be more careful with dear MC!"

"I said I was sorry!" Mammon pouted.

"Don't worry about it!" MC fiddled with a party hat, struggling to strap it onto their head without getting it caught by their horns. Darn these tiny hooves. "It's the start of the holidays; we should be celebrating and having fun!"

"Seconded~" Asmo reached over to smooth down their fur and help them put the hat on. "Though I still think we should have gone to The Fall. They just introduced exclusive year end cocktails to their menu!"

"The last time you two brought me there, you ditched me to go dancing and some other demon spilled their drinks all over me," MC huffed. "Besides, it's been a while since the three of us got to hang out together, so I thought we could just keep it small in the house tonight."

"Of course! Who wouldn't want to spend time with The Great Mammon?" The second born grinned as he grabbed a pile of snacks from the nearby table. "C'mon, let's have some grub and get this party started!"

Belphie would have raised a stink if he'd known the three of them brought food and drinks into the attic, but they were in the clear so long as they cleaned up before he got back. Beel had taken him out for a walk in the snow (though MC suspected Beel probably ended up giving his twin a piggyback ride or something), which was also how they even had food to sneak into the attic to begin with. Two birds with one stone, as the saying went.

"Ooh, these poison berries are to die for!" Asmo dabbed his mouth with a napkin after each handful and checked his compact mirror for stains.

Next to him, Mammon was crunching loudly on some spicy newt chips. "Why'd you gotta be so healthy all the time, Asmo? Live a little!"

"I dunno, I think they taste pretty good together!" Like the menace they were, MC arranged a few berries on an extra large chip before shoving the entire thing into their mouth. "Mm, yummy!"

"…Humans are so weird."

"You can say that again."

"Hey! You haven't tasted weird until you've had eggnog…"

The conversation quickly shifted to the bizarre stuff — by demon standards, at least — that often popped up during holidays in the human world.

"I'm telling ya, it's technically the corpse of a tree. You chop 'em down specifically to decorate and then display them in your house."

"…I guess!"

"Oh don't go frowning like that MC, you'll get wrinkles!"

Mammon snickered. "Man, if we had one of those in the House of Lamentation, I can totally picture Levi putting all his stupid dolls on it!"

"Do you think Satan would hang cat treats or just cat-related merch?" MC wondered out loud.

"Both, darling, definitely both." Asmo shook his head in mock exasperation. "And then he'll lug the entire tree outside after the holidays are over and use it as an oversized cat lure in the garden or something."

"Well if he's gonna play stupid games like that…"

"Lucifer's gonna kick his ass?"

"Bingo!"

The three of them laughed at the mental image. The other brothers were incorrigible, but that was what made their family so unique.

"Speaking of games, what's a party without some? I vote for Seven Minutes in Hell~" Asmo proposed, raising his cup.

"Don't you mean Heaven?" MC tilted their head in confusion.

The fifth born licked his lips and fixed them with a sultry gaze. "Did I stutter?"

Mammon immediately jumped in-between them and scooped MC off the floor, keeping them far away from Asmo's clutches. "Oi, oi! None of that, ya hear?"

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Mammon! I'll make sure you get your turn too~"

"What if the two of you end up in the closet together?" MC snarked, not exactly pleased to have been hoisted up so suddenly. Just because they were small and fluffy didn't mean they could be carried around like a stuffed toy!

Mammon and Asmo shuddered at the thought and exchanged horrified glances.

"…Yeah, no, maybe we should play something else."

"Agreed."

But Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare weren't as fun with only three participants, and Never Have I Ever wasn't getting anyone drunk fast enough.

"This is harder than I thought… Any more ideas, MC?" Mammon scratched his head.

"During the parties I attended back in the human world, we would usually have food and drinks and then sit around to chat and generally just chill." MC paused for a while before sighing loudly. "Damn, I'm getting old."

Asmo perked up at a thought. "How about some Devil Kart? We can borrow Levi's console to set up here; I'm sure he won't mind!"

Mammon fist pumped the air. "Aw yeah, that's a great idea! He should be out queuing for some nerdy stuff in town. I can get us into his room, no problem!"

"But he doesn't like it when you take his stuff without asking—" MC tried to protest, the only voice of reason among the three.

"I'm sure Mammon won't pilfer anything else to sell. Isn't that right, Mammon?" Asmo asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Uh, of course! You know me, haha… Demon's honor!"

"Then there's no problem!" Asmo's smile returned as he hopped to his feet. "Now let's go before I die of boredom!"

Outnumbered, MC rolled their eyes before toddling after them. "Don't come crying to me if Simeon puts coal in both your stockings again this year."

"Wait, what?!"

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello there! Im the one who asked for nyx reader.

First off i wanted to say that you are absolutely one of my favorite writers on this site and I want you to always remember that we all love and appreciate everything that youre willing to share with us!

Please take your time rest and eat yummy chocolates croissants from your favorite bakery!

And if your willing can I ask for another Nyx reader?

With humans she is a peaceful and loving, since she was a teacher she adore the younger humans and gods.

She is now the self proclaim mother of zerofuku more angered that this child was left without any guidance from other gods.

Shes typically around humans and the few gods that she can stand while she keeps gods like Zeus in check

-Everyone in Valhalla was stunned with your arrival back, putting Zeus in his place and stopping the tournament, even bringing Lu Bu back to life, much to Thor’s joy, as the two were constantly sparring now.

-Those who didn’t know you, mostly the humans, but some gods as well, quickly learned that you were a gentle and kind goddess, but you were not to be crossed unless if they had a death wish.

-For the humans, you became a mentor and a teacher, guiding them, teaching them new things and many admired you and looked up to you. There were many who also had affection for you, but nobody was brave enough to approach you.

-You weren’t bothered, you weren’t really looking for romance at the moment anyway, you enjoyed your position at the moment, it was peaceful and made you feel important.

-You had taken on a second position, becoming the mother for Zerofuku, who adored your decision to adopt him, loving all of the cuddles and affection you were giving to him, especially after you learned what he had gone through and that the other gods didn’t mentor or watch over this young child god.

-Zeus earned a particularly nasty glare for that, something Buddha couldn’t help but roar in laughter over, finding the situation amusing, while Zeus was the exact opposite.

-Seeing you doting on Zerofuku so gently made your fan base of admirers grow even more, you were so motherly, so gentle with him, they wanted to be doted on like that too!!

-They couldn’t do anything to Zerofuku however, as that would incur your wrath and they weren’t stupid enough to do that!

-You were cordial to other gods, giving respect if you were given respect first, many knew to be respectful to you, as you could bounce any of them like a basketball and make it look easy.

-There were a few gods, like Buddha and Hercules, that you were friendly with, as they respected you, but also treated you as an equal, as a friend, something you appreciated and welcomed.

-All three of them, Buddha, Hercules, and Zerofuku were quite protective of you, demanding others respect you, mainly because if you got mad there might not be any survivors, something you playfully scold them for after scaring others with those exact words.

-There were a few who knew that the ‘playful threat’ was not completely a joke, because you could take over Valhalla if you wanted to, mainly Zeus, Odin, Hades, and Shiva, they all respected and feared you, but for the most part you got along with them, except for Zeus, who had to tiptoe around you very carefully, as you were still mad at him.

-Hades couldn’t help but chuckle after he asked you if you were going to forgive Zeus, after Zeus begged his eldest brother to talk to you, and you pouted, acting a bit childish, folding your arms, “No- I’m not done being petty yet.”

-Zeus had to work hard to suck up to you, as he had done many things to piss you off while you had been gone, learning about more and more of his infractions, but not many had any sympathy, including his brothers, who told him that he brought it all himself.

[writinglionqueen]

So I still haven’t posted my engagement story so for anyone who cares, here’s how it went

My boyfriend tells me we have a reservation for a surprise dinner he had planned is at 6 but he wanted to leave by 5 so I could see the beach at sunset. (This should’ve been the tip off but I’m very oblivious)

We talked earlier about when we needed to leave and I was for sure was told we need to leave by 5:30. No matter what, he didn’t rush me because I already had trouble to start off our evening because my hotel card key wasn’t working and he went to the store to buy me a new pair of tights for the night since I accidentally ripped mine. But I got into my room and was quick to get ready while he was out. He got back and got ready quickly and me manage to leave around 5:10 pm. The estimator advised we would be to the surprise around 6 ish (California traffic is no joke btw)

He said on the way that the beach that was close to the restaurant was closed per the maps so that idea was a bust. So instead we got to the restaurant early. And this place was beautiful. I’ve never been to a fancy steakhouse before, like one that serves like Japanese wagyu, and this was his surprise; he wanted to treat me fancy steakhouse since I’ve never been to one. He took me to “Mastro’s Ocean Club”

It was so beautiful inside. It even had a live performer singing requests and all. We were almost sat in a corner, which made it feel like our own little alcove. We were chatting talking about the restaurant and joking to each other. We were also trying to figure out what to have the live performer play.

We were just having fun and doing like…what I could only describe it as our thing; when our minds kinda connect and we joke and be giggly with each other, it feels like we’re thinking the same thing so the jokes get funnier. I had jokingly said he should’ve brought a ring with him and fake proposed for a free dessert. We ordered our drinks and he told me I could pick out the sides because he already had the order for our main course picked out (things I’ve never had before like that Japanese waygu).

But we were just enjoying the atmosphere of it all. Our giggly conversation and our ooey gooeiness of saying how much we loved each other led him putting a white box on the table without another word. Before I could process what was happening he told me how much he loved me and asked if I would marry him. I stared at the box with the sparkling ring in shock as tears filled my eyes. My mind caught up to what just happened and i was telling him yes. I was crying in happiness but I was trying so hard to cry and ruin my make up because our dinner hadn’t even start yet. We had just ordered. But I kissed him in happiness and every time I looked at him I couldn’t stop crying because a woman who was made to believe she was never going to get to this point finally had it.

I had to go to the bathroom to ensure I didn’t ruin my makeup so him and I could enjoy our night and I figured out how to request a song from the live preformer. I got him to play “The Way You Make Me feel” by Michael Jackson to celebrate.

We got our food and our server who was kinda in on it congratulated me (because the reservation that was made told them he was going to propose). I got to eat super yummy (and freaking expensive) food and enjoy the night with my fiancé.

All in all, it was the best night of my night and I wish I could relive it so many times. My fiancé kicks himself because he still wanted to propose to me at the beach during sunset which was something I told him I would’ve loved. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[amusingmusie]

More questions about Evie? Ask and you shall receive!

Al and baby Evie. What would that look like? Does he dote on the baby, leave her to Nel, try (and fail) support the demon spawn he brought into the world? Basically, would he be a good father, and does he carry the burden equally?

Honestly, I think Nel would make a pretty great mom seeing as she basically raised Grace from birth, and Grace turned out fine! Nel does seem to have a nasty habit of raising agents of chaos, though. Maybe it wasn't actually Al's fault 🤔

Presuming, once again, that Al was alive for this, does he keep up with his habits? Does being responsible for a child who might cry a lot at night put him at a higher risk of being caught missing, and cut down on the murder time? Or who knows, maybe morals kicked in, and the thought of being caught and leaving Nel alone with a kid was a line not even he would cross (he's a murderer, not a monster).

And what was baby Evie like!!! Quiet baby? Loud baby? A nightmare in private, but an angel in public? She seems like the type to need constant attention.

There have also been a lot of hints that Evie is Violent. Did Nel do a good job instilling fear of the law into her? Or did Evie inherit her father's "hobbies," too?

What about his powers? Is there anything inherent about them that Evie might get? Or would she have needed Al's guidance in order to use her abilities. And if Al was alive, would he have taught her?

Does she have actual friends? I know that Nel is a loner and Al doesn't really care if his "friends" lived or died, but does Evie have any genuine human connection - outside of her arch nemesis ofc (don't tell her I said that). Like a bitch pack or a best friend who roam the school tormenting everyone they meet. Just as a treat.

Also, Roxy: what's her story? Is she a young Nel with a new look and (hopefully) no nicotine addiction? Does she get to have friends?

Let me know if I should break these asks up more in the future to avoid the wall-of-text problem! Once again, don’t feel pressured to answer any of the questions if you don’t want to or if it’s spoiler territory. Take care of yourself! Don't get lost or stolen!!!

YIPPEEEE!!! For pride month I am answering a yummy ask about one of my favorite evil lesbians.

In the little thought-world-brainrot-center I've created for Evie, Alastor isn't exactly around to know about her let alone interact with her. If he WAS around, I mean, he'd try his best to make sure the kid doesn't hurt herself since she is an extension of himself and he appreciates that, but I don't see him being the best dad. Emotional comfort? He doesn't do that. Teaching her to dissect things? Now that he can do!

I actually jokingly refer to an alt timeline in which Nel gets pregnant as "the good ending" because it's the only thing that would stop Alastor's charitable side hobbies in their tracks. Not because he has a change of heart- he just literally cannot find the time for it, and he knows Nel would cave his skull in if she caught him. He'd maybe try sneaking out one (one) night and then the ginger sits up in bed from a dead sleep and just says "fuck. no."...he gets right back in and doesn't sneak out again until Evie is older.

Evie was a pretty good baby! She didn't become an odd little cretin til she could walk, because then baby girl decided she wanted to play in the knife drawer.

She is violent in a way, but she actually takes more after Nel's brand than Alastor's. As weird as she is, and as sweetly as she threatens people, she doesn't resort to violence unless you've fucked with her or someone she cares about. It's that same sort of momma bear mauling-style that Nel has combined with Alastor's lack of remorse/excitement. It's not like she's killed anyone though, or even seriously maimed anyone. She has the capability, but not the urge. I know I jokingly call her an evil lesbian, but she's not actually evil. Just a menace.

I actually have always played around with the idea of Miss Genevieve being very spiritually attuned! I know that the supernatural takes a backseat role in my fic (for now anyway, that'll fucking change soon enough) so for Evie's story, I wanted it to play a much larger role. She's the kind of kid to look at someone and go "March 15th, 1933" and then skip away like it's nothing. Nel got used to it really, really fast. There's more than just her and Evie living in their house, after all. If Al was around, I don't know if he could have helped? I write him as someone who is aware but perhaps not the most integrated into the paranormal world (while alive). He'd definitely find it funny that Evie is though.

Evie has friends, but not close friends. Her story is hard to explain without spoiling my fic so all I can say is that she isn't a loner, but is incredibly lonely at times. Most of her relationships are shallow since she doesn't let others in. While her weird, chaotic nature isn't a front at all, she does rely on it to keep others at arms length if they get too close. She's incredibly popular with people she doesn't know well to the point that she has sort of created a little clique for herself. They don't really see beyond what she shows them. For those she's "closer" to who see her oddities, she uses those oddities and back-handed comments to keep them from getting close. Only Nel and Grace (and eventually Roxxy) are let in.

Roxy my beloved. She's much more than just another Nelly; she actually leans a little opposite to Nel, she's a slacker and usually gets in trouble pretty constantly. She's got a lot of anger from family expectations but she reacted to those expectations completely differently than Miss Penelope did. Roxxy actually has more close friends than Evie. Nobody would really see it unless they saw how fake Evie is with people (Husk would have a field day with that girl).

Thank youuuu for all the questions and I'm sorry it took me a while to answer them!

[rukkiya]

trying your best

(gepard, march 7th, sampoo x sleepy reader, (separate)

gepard .ೃ࿐

-before you both got together he’d wonder how you even became a captain in the Belobog military, that was until he saw you in action, he realized just how much you do behind the scenes

- many would wonder how you both attracted each other when you both were polar opposites

-you weren't the most talkative, you didn’t follow most protocols as a soldier, you were always caught sleeping or eating in the middle of meetings but many including Geaprd still respected you nonetheless, you just had your own way of working, much different from his

-after you started to date he only grew to love that side of you even more!

During his break Gepard finds himself making his way to your office, bag of your favorite treats in his hands.

The captain found himself buying more candy these days as he always gives you some every time he visits you, which has become more often lately.

A soft knock on your door stirs you from your nap making you hum aloud signaling to whoever was knocking to come in.

Gepard quietly opens the door and is met with your head laid upon your desk.

“Y/n, are you feeling ok? Did you not get enough sleep last night?” He ask’s, closing the door behind him as he steps closer to your desk. You only sit up rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

He notices you in your uniform, something you were never really in despite having to wear it, you never did as it was too uncomfortable.

“You're in uniform? Were you called in?” He cracks a smile seeing your hair sticking up in different directions. He loves this sleepy side of you, he wishes he can indulge with you most times.

“I had a meeting earlier, when I got back I tried taking it off but it’s too hard. I got sleepy so ended up sleeping in it.” You yawn and hear him chuckle next to you.

“Help me? Please, it's too tight on my thighs.” you giggle standing up showing him how some of your thigh was spilling out the top of your thigh highs, the armor surrounding your legs makes them feel suffocated. He wastes no time undoing the piece of armor attached to your leg than moving to the next leg.

“Ahh much better, thank you love.” you let out a sigh of relief, leaning up to kiss his cheek as a thank you. Finally feeling free since you’ve put the damn uniform on.

“My pleasure.” he smiles back, thumbs caressing the indent from the tight armor on your plush thighs that he loves so much. “Oh! I picked up something for you on my way here.” he beams, grabbing the bag he placed down on your desk and handing it to you.

“For doing great today, and everyday your favorites!” he explains, his own smile widening at your happy reaction.

“Really?! You got my favorites thank you!” you lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer. “Let's share, yeah?” you mumble and he chuckles.

“I'd love that.” He pulls back a bit, kissing the top of your head as you grab the bag of snacks and sit him down by your desk to enjoy the treats together for the remainder of his break.

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march 7th .ೃ࿐

-she's always seen with you if she's not on a mission with Stelle and Dan Heng

-usually stays behind when missions only call for two people, letting Dan Heng and Stelle go so she can have you all to herself

-everyone is surprised how she gets so calm around you though?? How do you do it?

Many people think March 7th is strange, you take the cake. That’s what ultimately made her more attracted to you.

You normally kept to yourself however when Himeko and Welt brought her in you welcomed her and befriended her quickly.

You didn’t really talk much but you’d always leave her small things here and there most likely snacks you had with you. Most times you would hold out your hand and place whatever treats you were snacking on, on her palm so she can have some yummy snacks too!

Most nights March couldn’t sleep so she always found herself going into your room to do so, you didn’t mind one but though!

She especially loved to lay her head on your soft belly or thighs, she found comfort in your presence and you did with hers as well.

“Where is y/n?” March whispers to Himeko who was reading in the main lobby of the express.

“March you startled me, why aren't you asleep it's late?” she asks, her brows drawing together in worry as she sees march’s eyes red.

“I can't sleep, nothing important, I was just looking for y/n, they weren't in their room.” March yawns and Himeko puts her book down.

“They just came back from their mission, I saw them walk into the kitchen a few minutes ago, I believe they're still in there.” She points in the direction of the kitchen and smiles when March’s eyes light up.

“Thank you Himeko, get some rest too!” She quickly makes her way past the red haired lady, waving goodbye as she makes her way to the kitchen.

The kitchen door opens but you don't need to turn around to know who it is. Once you feel the weight of her head and see her familiar pink hair in your peripherals you know who it is.

“I can't sleep.” she admits, arms looping around yours as you finish washing your hands.

“Sorry I got back late, I got held up.” you apologize, looking at her and seeing her eyes already closing.

“Hey sleepyhead you’ll fall asleep while standing, open your eyes.” you lightly flick her head and she laughs.

“Learn from the best.” She peeks her eyes open and sticks her tongue out making you laugh.

“It happened once.” you poke her and she lets go of your arm.

“Can I sleep in your room tonight? I've been having nightmares again and-”

“Of course you can, no need to explain yourself ok? Come on let's go to bed, we both have to be up early tomorrow.” You grab her hand, making your way out the kitchen.

“I have to finish my report but you can sleep and be quiet.” you tell her as she closes your room door, plopping herself on your bed afterwards.

“Oh yeah! Before I forget I got you a-” you voice lowers when you feel her lay her head on your stomach, arms wrapping around your torso as she does so.

“Get rest, I'll give it to you tomorrow.” you whisper, pushing the hair from her face and placing the small bag of chocolates you got her onto your night stand to give her tomorrow morning.

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sampo.ೃ࿐

- you both first met when he tried to pickpocket you.

- he’d been keeping an eye on regulars that walked around Natasha’s clinic, you being one of her workers made things easier.

- you were more on the quiet side, not much of a talker, when confronted you’d apologize

-you preferred being alone and sampoo preferred to be annoying

It was late, your shift had just ended. sampo was out up to gosh knows what when he spotted you leaving the clinic.

Now he never thought of doing anything else but playing silly tricks on you and sure, he might take some things when you weren’t looking but he never had any bad intentions. In all honesty he liked you but he literally doesn't know how to show it so he just chose being annoying as an option hoping you’d notice him more.

“Heyy y/n right? Uhh sweetie listen here,” he puts up a front but you can tell from his lopsided smile this was an act. “You see one of my friends, they hurt their leg pretty bad and can’t walk.” He explains and you stop to look around, looking back at him as your eyebrows draw together.

“Where are they?” You ask, you’ve heard about this sneaky man but you also feel inclined to believe him.

“Back there around that alley.” He points and you turn the direction his finger is in and he takes his chance.

He only gets so far, his hand doesn't even make it near your bag before he feels your small hand grab hold of his wrist making him gasp in surprise.

“How’d they?” He thinks to himself as his mouth falls open in surprise making you sigh.

“If you wanted some of my candy you could’ve just asked, no need to steal someone’s food.” you shake your head disapprovingly, handing him some sweets you keep on you from your bag.

He only stares at the small candy in his hand and has to hold back the laughter that bubbles up.

To say the least from that day on he’d seek you out more often, not to steal no, well yeah actually. not money or your snacks though but your heart! (he’s so cheesy)

After you got to get to know the guy, see that he genuinely wasn’t a bad person, you opened up to him more than you thought you would and found yourself getting too used to his presence. Ultimately starting to like him too.

He had made a promise when you had gotten together that he wouldn't steal from good people. Only those twisted crooks who do bad because in his logic that’s what they get.

Your shift was a late one and you found yourself going into your shared apartment well past midnight only to see Sampoo still up and weirdly full of energy?

“You’re back dear, I was getting worried,” His long legs bring him in front of you in seconds and you reach out for him as his hands find their way on both sides of your face, gently caressing your plush cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’m drained.” You sigh, opening your eyes to look at him as he squishes your cheeks together, something he’s been doing since you’ve started dating.

He can’t help it! Your cheeks are so cute and plush! She loves to kiss em’ and squish em’!

“Well luckily you have the best boyfriend ever, not to brag,” he boasts, making you roll your eyes. “I went out and bought your favorite snacks and made your favorite food! After we eat we can sleep in until tomorrow since you have the day off. How does that sound?”

“Not too bad.” you laugh, bringing your hand up to squeeze his cheeks in return.

“Thank you, I appreciate the gesture. You didn't have to do this but you did this makes me very happy, especially the part where we sleep in.” You laugh, making him now roll his eyes.

“Now let me show you what i hEY-”

He laughs as you throw yourself onto him, making him fall back onto the couch behind you, resting your head on his chest as you close your eyes.

“Give me five minutes please.” you hum, your voice vibrating against his chest and he cant say no, seeing your eyes close he pulls you in and you both lets you rest knowing just how much you do everyday. He’ll cook for you and buy you as many treats you want to show you just how much he truly is grateful for you.

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authors note: helloo helloo ( * ́꒳`*)੭ posting my very first starrrail oneshot ahhh!! this requester was THE FLIPPING CUTEST I had sm fun writing it! I quite enjoyed writing for these three, I do hope in did march, gepard and sampoo justice lol they’re so goofy silly I luv them! I do hope you all enjoy! please stay safe and take care! ^~^<3 (this isn’t revised so apologies for any errors!) thank you @loverofgenya for the request I really enjoyed writing this (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

[mihai-florescu]

Mutual 1: it's so over

Mutual 2: *walking encyclopedia of every obscure 2d idol project* you should get into argonavis

Mutual 3: i think my headaches these past few days are from the cyanide ive been eating

Mutual 1: we're so back!!!!

Mutual 4: it's friday, pass the yaoi

Mutual 1: it's so over

Mutual 5: i think im scared of being known and loved

Mutual 6: i would actually kill for a croissant rn

Mutual 1: we're so back!!!!!!

Mutual 7: tatsumi kazehaya would NOT be homophobic just because he's christian, stop applying a western lens on japanese media.

Mutual 8: i love my wife:D

Mutual 9: *fanart of an anime boy as a jesus christ figure, with a queer interpretation of christ's side wound*

Mutual 10: should i drop out?

Mutual 11: everyone should read ep:link and blackbird and tempest and sanctuary and

Mutual 12: i made some yummy pasta today :D *photo of yummy pasta*

Mutual 1: it's so over...

Mutual 13:

Midway upon the journey of our life

    I found myself within a forest dark,

    For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say

    What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,

    Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more;

    But of the good to treat, which there I found,

    Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

I cannot well repeat how there I entered,

    So full was I of slumber at the moment

    In which I had abandoned the true way.

But after I had reached a mountain’s foot,

    At that point where the valley terminated,

    Which had with consternation pierced my heart,

Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders,

    Vested already with that planet’s rays

    Which leadeth others right by every road.

Then was the fear a little quieted

    That in my heart’s lake had endured throughout

    The night, which I had passed so piteously.

And even as he, who, with distressful breath,

    Forth issued from the sea upon the shore,

    Turns to the water perilous and gazes;

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,

    Turn itself back to re-behold the pass

    Which never yet a living person left.

After my weary body I had rested,

    The way resumed I on the desert slope,

    So that the firm foot ever was the lower.

And lo! almost where the ascent began,

    A panther light and swift exceedingly,

    Which with a spotted skin was covered o’er!

And never moved she from before my face,

    Nay, rather did impede so much my way,

    That many times I to return had turned.

The time was the beginning of the morning,

    And up the sun was mounting with those stars

    That with him were, what time the Love Divine

At first in motion set those beauteous things;

    So were to me occasion of good hope,

    The variegated skin of that wild beast,

The hour of time, and the delicious season;

    But not so much, that did not give me fear

    A lion’s aspect which appeared to me.

He seemed as if against me he were coming

    With head uplifted, and with ravenous hunger,

    So that it seemed the air was afraid of him;

And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings

    Seemed to be laden in her meagreness,

    And many folk has caused to live forlorn!

She brought upon me so much heaviness,

    With the affright that from her aspect came,

    That I the hope relinquished of the height.

And as he is who willingly acquires,

    And the time comes that causes him to lose,

    Who weeps in all his thoughts and is despondent,

E’en such made me that beast withouten peace,

    Which, coming on against me by degrees

    Thrust me back thither where the sun is silent.

While I was rushing downward to the lowland,

    Before mine eyes did one present himself,

    Who seemed from long-continued silence hoarse.

When I beheld him in the desert vast,

    “Have pity on me,” unto him I cried,

    “Whiche’er thou art, or shade or real man!”

He answered me: “Not man; man once I was,

    And both my parents were of Lombardy,

    And Mantuans by country both of them.

‘Sub Julio’ was I born, though it was late,

    And lived at Rome under the good Augustus,

    During the time of false and lying gods.

A poet was I, and I sang that just

    Son of Anchises, who came forth from Troy,

    After that Ilion the superb was burned.

But thou, why goest thou back to such annoyance?

    Why climb’st thou not the Mount Delectable,

    Which is the source and cause of every joy?”

“Now, art thou that Virgilius and that fountain

    Which spreads abroad so wide a river of speech?”

    I made response to him with bashful forehead.

“O, of the other poets honour and light,

    Avail me the long study and great love

    That have impelled me to explore thy volume!

Thou art my master, and my author thou,

    Thou art alone the one from whom I took

    The beautiful style that has done honour to me.

Behold the beast, for which I have turned back;

    Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage,

    For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.”

“Thee it behoves to take another road,”

    Responded he, when he beheld me weeping,

    “If from this savage place thou wouldst escape;

Because this beast, at which thou criest out,

    Suffers not any one to pass her way,

    But so doth harass him, that she destroys him;

And has a nature so malign and ruthless,

    That never doth she glut her greedy will,

    And after food is hungrier than before.

Many the animals with whom she weds,

    And more they shall be still, until the Greyhound

    Comes, who shall make her perish in her pain.

He shall not feed on either earth or pelf,

    But upon wisdom, and on love and virtue;

    ’Twixt Feltro and Feltro shall his nation be;

Of that low Italy shall he be the saviour,

    On whose account the maid Camilla died,

    Euryalus, Turnus, Nisus, of their wounds;

Through every city shall he hunt her down,

    Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,

    There from whence envy first did let her loose.

Therefore I think and judge it for thy best

    Thou follow me, and I will be thy guide,

    And lead thee hence through the eternal place,

Where thou shalt hear the desperate lamentations,

    Shalt see the ancient spirits disconsolate,

    Who cry out each one for the second death;

And thou shalt see those who contented are

    Within the fire, because they hope to come,

    Whene’er it may be, to the blessed people;

To whom, then, if thou wishest to ascend,

    A soul shall be for that than I more worthy;

    With her at my departure I will leave thee;

Because that Emperor, who reigns above,

    In that I was rebellious to his law,

    Wills that through me none come into his city.

He governs everywhere, and there he reigns;

    There is his city and his lofty throne;

    O happy he whom thereto he elects!”

And I to him: “Poet, I thee entreat,

    By that same God whom thou didst never know,

    So that I may escape this woe and worse,

Thou wouldst conduct me there where thou hast said,

    That I may see the portal of Saint Peter,

    And those thou makest so disconsolate.”

Then he moved on, and I behind him followed.