#he's supposed to be holding the arms of chaos but this is a REALLY rough sketch

[chais-corner]

and a thing i might not finish.

[more-hysteria-things]

BEGGING FOR SOME LIKE JACK FLUFF FROM LIKE A ROUGH DAY ON SET AND HIM JUST BEING SWEET TO US!! (my first scenario🥳)

ROUGH DAY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jack champion x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s one of those days on set, and jack is not having it. even worse that it’s his birthday, the day when it’s supposed to be fun and carefree. then, you come along to truly show how much he means to you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none! just tooth rotting fluff :)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,224

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: FIRST JACK FIC LFG.

also, since this is my other account for non-sturniolo fics i’m still putting the same tag list. if you would like to not get tagged for this blog, just let me know!

shoutout to bbg @venusbabysblog for helping me get started🥹

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 blessing. it’s a job where you have great opportunities to meet amazing people and be in hit films, but sometimes it’s a struggle. jack opens the door to his trailer with a clenched jaw, shutting the door as he looks around. his eyebrows twitch in confusion, noticing how you’re not in sight.

your boyfriend loves to bring you along to wherever he goes for filming. one reason being that he honestly can’t live without you, but also because you’re his biggest fan and will support him through anything. usually, you’d be watching him act from afar or you’d be waiting in his trailer by watching TV or keeping yourself occupied in general. however, you’re nowhere to be seen.

he’s on a long break until later tonight, which annoys him. he just wants this day to be over. “y/n?” he calls out, peeking his head into the small bedroom. alas, you’re not there.

alarms start to go off in his head, although it’s silly. you can’t really go anywhere, but since you’re not in your usual spot, the caring boyfriend in him makes him worry that something bad has happened. especially since you didn’t text him that you were going somewhere or anything.

then, a giggle is heard along with the opening of his trailer door, and he turns around to face the noise. he takes a small sigh of relief when he sees you beaming from ear to ear holding a present bag.

while in the middle of a scene, jack texted you about the day he’s having—lines he couldn’t nail, and a director who seemed impossible to please. you frown slightly when you see his semi-disgruntled face, shuffling over to him excitedly to wrap your arms around his body in an embrace he desperately needs. he exhales deeply, bends down to nuzzle his face into your neck, and kisses it softly.

“sorry, i was hoping i’d be back before you were, but your mom and i got stuck in traffic,” you say in his chest before pulling away after long seconds. trying to make the atmosphere more positive, you smile and extend your arm with the bag in hand. “happy birthday!”

the smallest smile appears on his face, grabbing your hand to head over to the leather couch to sit down. he places the bag onto the floor, removing the tissue inside of it to reveal his presents. his eyes widen in surprise, seeing more than he thought you’d get him. “you didn’t have to do all of this...” he says, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

he pulls out the first thing that sits on top of the rest, which is a homemade birthday card out of construction paper in his favorite color. he lets out a chuckle as he looks at the front of it, seeing two drawn stick figures that are supposed to be you and him holding hands with the title in big writing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY •ᴗ•

opening the card, there’s a bunch of words scribbled on the right side.

jack,

*queue song* happy birthday to you!

i am so incredibly proud of you watching the way you chase your dreams. here’s to many more birthdays, memories, and quiet moments in between the chaos. no matter how many lights and cameras around, you’ll always just be jack to me. the one who laughs too loud, holds me close, and somehow manages to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.

i’m so grateful to be apart of your story.

always, y/n ❤︎

p.s. like what your name implies, you are indeed a champion.

his heart jumps with joy, closing the note and leaning in to peck you on the nose. your face turns red as you try not to beam with happiness, tilting your head to the bag. “there’s still a lot more.”

he nods, placing the card aside as he grabs a leather journal, specifically personalized for him. the border of it is embroidered with eye-catching detail, his initials JC in big cursive letters in the middle. you know jack sometimes likes to scribble lines down in between takes in a way to remember, or something to put his ideas in for fun. he flips through the pages rapidly, the gust of air flowing on his face as he smells the paper and leather mixed.

you watch his every move, nibbling on your bottom lip excitedly when he pulls out a small, navy blue box. inside of it is a chained necklace with a small pendant of a waxing crescent. the moon phase the day he was born.

scratching the back of your neck nervously, you speak. “this one’s a little girly…” you trail off. “you don’t have to wear it, you can hang it up or something for decoration. i just thought it was pretty.”

he nudges your arm with his elbow. “stop that. it’s beautiful; i love it.”

jack carefully takes it out of the box, undoing the chain and reaching behind his neck to clip it. the length is perfect, and the accessory oddly suits him. “thank you.” he says softly, running his hand over the moon and reaching into the bag once more.

this time, he pulls out two things. another book along with a film camera on top of it tied in ribbon so both items can stick together. while untying it, he notices the scrapbook underneath.

THE STORY OF US…

he glances at you as he starts to look into it. the pages are filled with film photos, ticket stubs, and little mementos from your favorite times together. you’d written little captions under each, capturing inside jokes and sweet moments. it was something he could flip through on hard days.

however, each left page is blank. “you can add to it whenever you have the time. it takes two people to make a love story, you know.” you explain, feeling somewhat cheesy and cringy at the saying, but you mean it.

last but not least, the last few items are snacks. homemade cookies, energy bars, and even a small container of his favorite food.

he feels overwhelmed by all of the gifts but in a good way. nobody has ever shown him this much adoration before, and it’s obvious how much he means to you. “y/n.” your name rolls perfectly off of his tongue, his eyes not leaving the presents now scattered on the couch cushion. “i love it all so much. genuinely, thank you.”

you place your hands on the sides of his neck so he can look at you, kissing him full of love. he cherishes you, and he couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. he’s always so grateful that he met you that time in his hometown. you made his 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐘 turn around completely.

“how’d you even do all of this?” he adds, starting to feel dumbfounded about how you did all of this under his nose without him knowing.

“i don’t kiss and tell.” you say with a smirk. “but also with the help of your mom.”

laughing, he grunts as he lays to rest his head on your stomach, your hands finding way into his wavy hair. “i’m so in love with you.” he mumbles, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

best. birthday. ever.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[revelboo]

Everything is Alright Pt 14

Soundwave x Reader- company

• It’s almost maddening, the chaos in that little, organic head of yours. The hurt and frustration that he can’t shut out. While Soundwave doesn’t know exactly what happened that night, he’d felt the immediate shift in you. And it’s worse now as he lets himself into Starscream’s quarters, those intrusive thoughts snaring him. Exhausting him. Wounding.

• His gift, his curse, makes it impossible to not know when something’s wrong. Mostly, he just needs to know if whatever storm is brewing is just a little squall or a hurricane. This isn’t anything major. He shouldn’t care. You’re Starscream’s pet. Or maybe project? Who knew, but the SIC isn’t faring much better. And he’s taking his frustration and anger out on everyone he can. Which is a problem for morale.

• You don’t bother looking up as Soundwave enters and approaches the desk. He lays a single servo on top of your head before shifting it to ever so carefully bop you on the nose, somehow not breaking it in the process. You still jerk back in surprise, eyes narrowing as you stare up at his visor, your own scowling, unkempt self glaring back in the reflection. Oh. Do you really look that rough? Turning your back on him so you won’t give in to the urge to use his visor as a mirror and try to finger comb your hair, you stiffen when he picks you up and sets you on the floor.

• And you can’t help but look at his huge peds. Starscream always keeps you trapped up high, sure, but it’s also safe from accidentally being stepped on. You bite into the inside of your cheek to keep from pleading to be put back. Down is good. You can try to escape if you’re not stuck on his desk. That’s what you want. Right? You’re not entirely sure and you hate it.

• “Eject,” Soundwave says from above you, that chest compartment he’s put you in before opening so huge cassettes can be launched out. Mouth falling open as they transform before hitting the ground, you stare at four smaller Decepticons. They’re still much bigger than you, but they can’t step on you at least. And he just carries them in his chest? You’re not sure why weird alien stuff still throws you at this point. Two look like bipedal robots like Starscream and Soundwave. One seems to be a big bird, an image it reinforces by tilting its head to stare at you. The other appears to be a panther. Looming over you and these new Decepticons, Soundwave holds up a single servo. “Behave.”

• What? He’s leaving you with them? Apparently so as he strides for the door and you just gape after him, protests catching in your throat. “You are tiny. Breakable.” A hand grips your arm, lifting it and you spin in alarm. Because the breakable comment has made your stomach lurch sickeningly. Soundwave wouldn’t have just ditched you with these mechs if they’re going to hurt you. Right? The purple one is frowning at you as he compares your hand with his own. You’re only able to yank out of his grip because he lets you and you’re well aware of that fact. “So, what do you for fun around here?” He asks, grinning down at you while you flounder.

• Your boring lack of fun doesn’t really impress them. Frenzy, Rumble, Ravage, and Lazerbeak aren’t interested in hiding in Starscream’s quarters or doodling on the data pad. So you find yourself dragged out into the halls. Literally. Frenzy pulls you along by the arm in their wake and no amount of struggling or digging your feet in is stopping him. If anything, he finds your panic funny. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be out here,” you say, reluctantly giving up your pointless struggle since it feels like you’re going to dislocate your arm long before he gets tired of dragging you. There’s no winning.

• “Definitely not,” Ravage mutters, glaring at you when you stare, because he can talk. Why it surprises you after everything, you’re not sure, but it does. Maybe your brain is finally starting to reach its ‘nope’ limit. And that limit is talking mecha panthers.

• You’re so distracted you almost miss the huge, bright green Decepticon rounding a corner for all of three seconds. Then you’re trying to hide behind Frenzy as its head tips down and it sees your little group. Its lip curls to flash denta and a foot lifts in a very obvious threat to squish you. “How’d that thing get in here? Don’t you know how fast they multiply?”

• “Stick it up your tailpipe, Scrapper,” Frenzy snarls, his seeming indifference for the fact that while he’s bigger than you, he’s still absolutely able to be stepped-on sized to the other Decepticons. He either really isn’t worried about retaliation or he’s just that dumb and you’re not sure which. The distinction seems very important, though. “You really think a human just wandered in? It’s supposed to be here.”

• And you’re being dragged past the big mech, who looks uncertain. Surely it’s not that easy? Frenzy tugs on your arm and you stumble forward, his hand pushing you forward so you’re in front of him and behind Rumble. Maybe he is worried then, you crane your neck to stare at the big Decepticon as it stares back in perplexed silence. “Don’t run, but walk faster. Even if he’s not the smartest Constructicon, he’s likely to scrape up enough processing power to wonder why a human is supposed to be here,” Ravage hisses softly and you’re hurried along deeper into the Decepticon base. Previous Next

Did I go watch TFO a third time this past weekend because it’s amazing? Yeah, I did. Go watch it. It’s just this gorgeous love letter to G1.

[miioouu]

Mean dad's best friend! John Price Ending

Helloooo! I’m back from the dead to drop this horrible, disgusting, bad bad final part for Price’s route! I’ve been dealing with some personal issues as well as some terrible creative blocks, so please I know it’s bad, ok? Tw: smut, breeding kink, mention of fingering and oral (female receiving), female reader Wc: 1.4k 

Your eyes kept glancing between the two men. Why are you having such a hard time making a choice? It should be obvious right? Although Simon has always been on your mind, the one you're always crawling back to, you know better than that. The voice in the back of your head is telling you to let go, no matter how much your heart will break, there's someone who'll mend it back together.

The thought alone made you smile, you gazed into ocean blues and suddenly, it wasn't that difficult to choose. His grin alone made your heart skip a beat. His hands, the way they smooth down the skin of your waist as he pulls you closer, is enough to make you melt. And you weren't supposed to feel anything for that man; only here to make Ghost jealous, only a mere distraction at first, but he's become so much more, someone you like…loved even.

You try to voice out your choice, although Price stopped you “It's ok sweetheart, I think he got it, right?” His warm eyes turned icy just by looking at the other man. And again, you hate their silent communication, you hate always being left in the dark, but the moment Simon scoffed, giving you his infamous eye roll as he turned away and slipped from your room, it was enough to make you forget all about their lack of communication skills.

It was the way his arms wrap around you as he holds you close, and the way his warm eyes gazed into yours as he smiled so adorably, that’s one of the reasons why you chose John. The way he cared about you, never talked about other women, never told you what to do. Never stern and never rude, only sweetness outside the bedroom and in it too. His hands are always soft as they gently lift your shirt up, just like he is doing right now, calloused but gentle as they brush against your skin, leaving scatters of goosebumps in their trail. His words, praising you with devotion “Maybe I don’t make you feel as good as him. Maybe he really is better than me…But you know, he doesn’t like you the way I do. Noone ever will.” But you only shake your head. Maybe you have been blinded by Ghost’s pure rough lust, but you’re not stupid enough to disregard gentleness and awe. 

His lips trailed down your neck, down your collarbones, and when usually he’d like to bite and nibble, he feels as if he doesn’t need to mark you anymore. You’re his, you know it, he knows it, Simon knows it. No need for unnecessary roughness, of reminding that you enjoy him just as much, if not more now. It’s obvious, from the way your head falls back against the pillows, they kind of smell like him. From the way your nails dig in his shoulders as you guide him back down, further down. Soft lips on your soft tummy, making the butterflies erupt in your stomach, the way he kisses you, so carefully, like you were crystal, like you were the finest porcelain, like you were the most fragile thing that has ever seen the light of the earth. 

This military man always felt like he belonged in chaos and brutality, the savagery of bullets and loudness of bombs, never did he think he’d find relishing in tenderness and kindness. Cold nights when he’d stay awake praying god would let him see another day of life, now between the warmth of your sheets, god is forgotten, John can only sin and sin over and over again, if this is what hell is like, then so be it, nothing will ever taste as sweet as your arousal. A sloppy man by nature, saliva and drool dripping down his chin as he messily makes out with your folds. Between your thighs, that’s where he truly belonged. 

Doe eyes looking up at you from below, it made you smile, how a man like him can’t contain his eagerness. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to your core, even closer when your back arched, his fingers suddenly plunging inside you. That’s how he always did it “Wanna make sure you’re ready sweetheart. Don’t ever want to hurt you, not that way at least…”  He’d constantly say, to the point where it kept on replaying in your mind, even at the worst possible moments. He’d always make sure you’d cum on his fingers or tongue first, for comfort, as he puts it. But deep down, that’s not the reason. Knowing that he as you wrapped around his fingers, literally, always did something to him. The way you purr, thrash against your sheets when he overstimulates you with just a flicker to your abused clit, the way you beg him “Please, please! Just…put it in, fuck me!” the way you ramble, voice dripping with desperation, high pitched, and whiny. Your whining, your begging, your crying is why he does it. You’d always tell him how nice he is, but he’s cruel really, selfishly so.

It’s only when he thinks you’re ready, or in other words, it’s only when your tears are staining the pillows, only when your nails drew crescent reds on his back, only when he couldn’t take it anymore, would he push you further up the bed and hover above you. He wouldn’t even give you much time to process what’s happening. He already got your legs wrapped around his waist, and when usually he’d growl and complain about having to use protection, this time he skipped it all together. Your eyes went wide, a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt his tip nudging between your lower lips; he found your behaviour just so cute. He chuckles, leaning down, folding you as he does so, whispers lightly in your ear “You’re so adorable like that, sweetheart. So pretty folded in half for me like that…Got to take advantage of that now, soon I won’t be able to do that at all, hmm?”  It doesn’t take a genius to know what he meant by that, and even if you had any doubts, he slid into you, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, reinforcing his idea, making it clear. 

And why did he ever doubt you? Was the way you scream his name not enough proof that you loved him? The way you squirm, the way tears cascaded down your cheeks, the way you grabbed into him, all of that, was it not enough to make your decision easier? You’re both too stupid to realise that there shouldn’t have been any hesitation in who you’d choose in the end. 

His hips moved against yours, drilling into you at a speed you’ve never experienced from that man before, or anyone for what matters. His hands dug into your hips as he held you steady. You’re panting, biting your lips to keep your moans at bay, but to no avail. He won’t be having that. “Don’t be selfish now my darling. I’ve been patient enough, the least you could do is appreciate me by screaming my name, don’t you think?” And who were you to deny him this request? Your lips parted at his demand, his name rolling off your tongue has him picking up his pace, faster and faster, he’s reaching so deep. Although not in the fields, when Johnny puts his mind into something, he’ll make sure it happens, no matter what it takes. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves, it has you twitching underneath him, squirming and shaking, your voice is all choked up when you cum. Your vision is blurry, your limbs feel like jelly as your gummy walls spasm around him, really, he’s not surprised at how fast he cums when he’s with you anymore, never once did it hurt his ego. Your exhausted smile warmed his heart. A kiss on your forehead and a soft whisper of “Thanks for giving me a chance”  has you wrap your arms around him to press a sweet peck to his lips. And you thought that was the end of your night, you’re ready to be tucked in and cuddled up against his chest and be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat as usual, but no. “Oh no, where do you think you’re going, darling? No, no we’re not done yet. I got to make sure it takes, wanna see you all round for me. We’re gonna show him, I can give you what you want. I am what you need…”

[thatlotuscookie]

OMG I JUST READ CHIBI DABI FIC AND IT WAS SO CUTE, IT MADE ME WANT TO REQUEST TOO😭 so how about Dabi x reader when after some mission they're both so so tired and they just lie in bed watching movie and Dabi falls asleep and reader decides to tie his hair in a tiny adorable ponytail on top of his head so it stays up😭😂 and he stirs awake and he's like wtf is that and he's annoyed but sees how happy it makes reader and he softens I NEED FLUFF WITH DABI LIKE FOREHEAD KISSES, CUDDLING, PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR, SLEEPING WITH HIM JUST SOMETHING CUTE😭❤️

✧･ﾟ: a/n : stop because this is so?? CUTE??? thank you for requesting anon<3 so glad you liked the chibi dabi hehhehe. Enjoy!

✧ Title: ✧ Cuddles and Ponytails ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: After a long, exhausting mission, you and Dabi return to your shared hideout. You both find comfort in each other, reminding yourselves that even in the chaos of your world, it’s the small moments that truly matter. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, Cuddling, Forehead Kisses, Playful, Domestic, Soft Dabi, Hair Tying, Soft!Dabi ✧ WC: 915 words // 5.1k chars

It was a late night at the hideout. After a particularly grueling mission, you and Dabi dragged yourselves back to your shared room, the weight of exhaustion clinging to both of you. The plan had been simple enough, but nothing ever went as smoothly as it was supposed to in this line of work.

Before settling down, you both made a quick trip to the shower, the hot water helping to wash away the grime and stress of the day. You felt more human as you rinsed off, the steam enveloping you like a comforting blanket. Dabi didn’t say much, but you could see the tension ease from his shoulders as he stepped out, water dripping from his hair. After drying off and throwing on some comfortable clothes, you collapsed onto the bed without much thought, still feeling the fatigue wash over you.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the flicker of a movie playing on the flat-screen TV, though neither of you were really paying attention to it. Dabi had ended up lying on his back, arm flung over his eyes. You sat beside him, propped against the headboard, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The mission had been rough, and you could tell it had taken a toll on him, but now that he was here, in this quiet moment with you, he seemed a little more at peace.

As you looked down at him, an idea popped into your head. His dark hair was messy from the day’s events, strands falling into his face as he breathed slowly. You bit your lip, stifling a giggle, as the image of him with his hair in a tiny ponytail flashed in your mind.

You weren’t sure how he’d react, but the exhaustion had wiped away any hesitations. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed a small hair tie and gently scooted closer to him. You were careful not to wake him as you slowly gathered the messy strands of his hair, tying them into the smallest ponytail you could manage on the top of his head.

It looked… adorable. The contrast between his usual brooding, tough exterior and the ridiculous ponytail made your heart warm. Unable to hold back, you let out a soft giggle.

Suddenly, Dabi stirred. His eyes slowly blinked open, and he groaned, voice low and gravelly from fatigue. “What the hell are you laughing at?” he mumbled, shifting slightly.

You bit back another laugh, pretending to be innocent. “Nothing,” you said, your voice betraying your amusement.

He squinted at you suspiciously before reaching up to rub his face. His fingers brushed the top of his head, and his eyes widened slightly in confusion. “What the…” He sat up slightly, tugging at the tiny ponytail.

“Are you serious?” he asked, glaring at you half-heartedly. His tone was annoyed, but it wasn’t harsh. You knew him well enough by now to realize he wasn’t truly mad, just a bit surprised.

You couldn’t help it anymore. You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as you watched his face twist in mild annoyance, his hand still gripping the little ponytail. “It’s so cute!” you managed to say between giggles.

Dabi huffed, rolling his eyes. “Cute, huh?” he muttered, clearly not impressed, but as he looked at your face—your genuine happiness, the way your eyes sparkled as you looked at him—his expression softened.

He sighed and let his hand drop away from the ponytail. “Fine, if it makes you happy,” he grumbled, lying back down. “But don’t expect this to be a regular thing.” His words were sharp, but his tone was soft, almost affectionate.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth as you scooted closer to him, lying down beside him. He glanced at you, and you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, but there was no malice in his words.

Without thinking, you reached up and brushed your fingers through the rest of his hair, smoothing it down gently. He tensed for a moment but soon relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut. It wasn’t often Dabi let himself be vulnerable like this, and you cherished every moment of it.

Before you knew it, he had shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. His body was warm, comforting in a way that was uniquely Dabi. You smiled into his shoulder, your fingers still playing with his hair as you lay there together in comfortable silence.

After a few moments, you felt his lips press gently against your forehead—a rare but cherished gesture. It was small, barely noticeable, but it spoke volumes coming from him. You closed your eyes, feeling content in his arms, listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

Dabi let out a soft sigh, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke, “You’re the only one I’d let do this, you know?”

You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. “I know,” you replied, snuggling closer to him.

As the night went on, the two of you drifted off to sleep, tangled together under the blankets, the tiny ponytail still perched on top of Dabi’s head. It was a small, silly moment, but it was one you would treasure—because even in the darkness of your world, there were moments like these. Moments where you could just be together, no masks, no missions—just you and him.

And that was enough.

[buggybambi]

promise me? | carmen berzatto

rating: | cw: mentions of mikey’s death/funeral, a few timeskips, afab/fem!reader, angst/fluff content, unfinished ending i guess (i’m so down to write a part two if yall ask for it tbh)

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request: “a more angsty idea would be that reader was dating Michael and no one knew she was pregnant when he died… so in order to avoid making their family sad/starting conflict, carmy agrees to pretend that they’re dating and it’s his kid? “

Since the funeral four months ago, your world had felt.. emptier.

Michael Berzatto was your everything. He was the boy in high school who threw rocks at your window, who climbed inside to make out with you on your bed until he fell asleep holding you close, only sneaking out to avoid your parents learning about his visits.

He was the guy who would make a big deal out of every small accomplishment. He was the person who you planned on spending the rest of your life with.

That was until everything happened. One phone call from the Chicago Police Department, and your entire view of the future had been shifted. There was one less person in it.

You didn’t talk to his family much anymore. His younger brother, Carmen, was the only person you really kept in touch with. You called Sugar every so often, and you’d send Donna a check-in text every week or so.

You knew Carmy was in New York, and he hadn’t come to the funeral. You weren’t expecting to see him again until he showed up on your doorstep.

The one thing he wasn’t expecting? You to open the door, tears in your eyes and a pregnancy test in your clenched hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” is the first thing Carmen says. He wraps his arms around you, trying to soothe you in anyway he can. A slight head shake from you and you taking a step back, holding the test out for him to see.

“I’m pregnant. The one person I should be able to tell.. isn’t fucking here.” Your soft voice breaks his heart. It’s the rush of realization that comes first.

The fact that, you’re pregnant with Mikey’s baby.

And Mikey is dead.

“Y/N, we can.. we’ll figure this out.” He promises in a whisper, and you shake your head, more tears streaming. “How?! How am I supposed to do this by myself?” You ask, and you fall into Carmen’s arms, crying on his shoulder. He could care less about the tear stains on his white tee.

If Mikey were here, if there was a way to talk to his dead brother right now, he know what he’d say: “take care of her. Take care of my baby for me.”

“You aren’t alone. You have me.” He swears.

It’s what his brother would want.

“Promise me?” You request quietly. And he nods, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“I promise.” He repeats.

──

You knew bringing up the pregnancy to Mikey’s family would be.. rough. Sugar and Donna would be upset, with Donna resenting every choice you make.

It would be chaos. So, you kept it a secret, which was harder than it seemed.

You and Carmen had it planned out. To start “dating” two months later, and lie about the timeline of your pregnancy. No one had to know other than you two.

You and Carmen announced your pregnancy to the Berzatto clan three months later, seven months after Mikey died. All of it felt rushed and you found yourself having to force yourself to slow down.

Thankfully, though, Carmen was by your side through it all. Moving in with you and helping set up the nursery, which you made sure to send photos of to Natalie and Donna.

You were there for him when he took over the Beef. It was a while before you found the strength to go back there again, reminiscing on the times you spent in there with Mikey. Him flirting with you as you volunteered your time behind the counter.

Once you had, you found yourself in the same spot you were nearly a year ago. Laughing with Tina and Marcus, threatning jerks with Richie. Even making friends with the new chef, Sydney.

Carmen thought it was good for you. He found himself smiling in the back office as he heard your familiar, light laughter and calming voice.

“You were deeply missed!” Marcus says as he hugs you while you laugh. “So, how’s pregnancy going?” Tina asks as you sigh. “It is a bitch sometimes. But this little one will be worth it.”

“Can I just say.. thank you for bringing a smile to my brother’s face. Seriously. He hasn’t been this happy in a while.” Natalie says as you nod. “It isn’t just me. You guys play a huge part in that.”

“Yeah kid but none of us are having his baby.” Marcus points out. “I should hope not.” You reply, and that’s when the kitchen fills with laughter.

It felt like you were at home again. Carmen wasn’t the only one smiling again.

──

You stood in the nursery, your bump larger. It felt surreal to believe how far you’d come.

You were in your third trimester, 38 weeks pregnant. The nursery looked gorgeous, with a shelf close to the door holding photos from the maternity photoshoot you and Carmen did as well as sonograms pictures.

You wanted to memorialize Mikey in the room as well. A frame sits on the shelf near the sonogram, containing a photo of Natalie, Carmen and Mikey as kids.

You run a hand over Mikey’s spot in the photo, shaking your head and setting it on the shelf. “I remember the day that photo was taken. Mike hated that shirt. That was the only good photo that our mom decided to keep.” Natalie says, entering the room with a glass of water for you.

You accept it, only to nearly drop the glass when a tightening in your stomach forms. It’s at that moment you realize - your water broke, you’re having contractions and.. you’re in labor.

It’s a frenzy from there. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. You waddling-running out to the car, Natalie following behind with the bags while you begin calling Carmen’s phone repeatedly. Time feels like it’s slowed.

It isn’t until you’re at Chicago Medical and being wheeled down the hallway to your labor and delivery room that you realize two things:

1. You’re actually having this baby.

2. Mikey won’t be here to see it.

Some part of you, the part that hasn’t been hitten by the grief yet and the same part that won’t accept he’s gone, is now being hit with the grief. The realization he won’t just come into the room and come back into the room or your life again. It doesn’t rush over you, it drowns you instead.

Maybe it was just the pregnancy excitement and rush. Things hadn’t felt real since the funeral and now? Now they were forcing themselves to be accepted. Forcing you to realize that this is occuring.

It isn’t until you’re alone in the room that you allow the tears to break free. Your vision feels blurred as your heart aches for a man whose gone. One who isn’t here anymore and you can’t change that.

The sight that Carmy finds in the hospital room hurts his heart. It’s quiet, the beeping of monitors that are keeping an eye on your vitals, the baby’s vitals, contractions is the only noise filling the room. You’re seated upright, your eyes exhausted.

“Hi. How are you?” He asks softly as he walks over. He hesitantely puts a hand on your face to brush some of the hair away, and you allow it. You sigh, your face relaxing when he cradles your face like you’re the most precious thing.

“It hit me.” You say softly. “I let myself grieve for a week before his funeral, and then at least three afterward. And then I found out I was pregnant and I bottled it up because I couldn’t do it anymore. And now it hit me again. That I’m having his baby and he’s not going to get to meet him, or her.” Your fists clench at the anger of it.

There are five known stages of grief. Denial, anger, barganing, depression and acceptance. You were on the second stage: anger.

There’s nothing Carmen can say. No words to make it all better, he knows that from his own experience and people trying with him. So, instead, he stays quiet and he lets you get it out.

You exhale, laying back with his help as he props a pillow for you. “Thank you for being here.” You say softly as he takes your hand in his, entertwining your fingers. “I made a promise to be here with you through all of this.”

He intends to keep that promise.

──

‘Roan Michael Berzatto’. Eight pounds, six ounces. Born at 11:37 AM.

Most of the labor process felt like a blur. You remember crying, a lot, and Carmen holding your hand and letting you squeeze while you push, doctors and nurses overlapping each other as they speak to you. Sweat pooling on your forehead as a nurse wiped it away.

Roan looks like Mikey. He has his eyes, his nose, even the same small smile when he sleeps. It’s faint, but it’s there.

His entire hand wraps around Carmen’s pinky while he holds him. There’s a warm aura in the room, the sunlight filling the room perfectly.

You sit, watching them. Carmy walks over and sits beside you on the bed while he puts your son on his legs, as you look down at him. “He really does look like Mike.” You say softly, and Carmen laughs.

There’s a quiet in the air before he speaks again. “I love you.” He says softly. “I know maybe this isn’t the right time to tell you that, but I had to. We agreed to tell everyone this is our son and I want to keep that up, but I want more for us. I want you and I to.. be something more.”

You don’t say anything more, instead you lean over and press your lips against his, letting yourself embrace him. To take in what it feels like to kiss him, be this close to him.

Your world was suddenly full again.

[vernons-girl]

Hey, could I request a Vernon Drabble where he asks the gender neutral reader to move in with him? Just something super fluffy and stuff :)

Thank you💕

a home in us | chwe vernon

fluff,w.c:0.6k

a/n: this is much longer than a drabble is supposed to be???? i'm sorry i got carried away-

Vernon sat on his slightly worn out couch, clammy hands rubbing against the rough material of his pants and his heart pounding with nervous excitement as he awaited your arrival. He looked around his apartment, imagining how much brighter it would be with you by his side every day. It was time to take the leap, but Vernon wanted this moment to be as special as you were to him, so little did you know, he had prepared a little something for you.

As you arrived at Vernon's apartment, you went in, knowing he had left the door opened for you just like everytime you were coming over. Once you made it to the living room, you found Vernon in his favorite classic jeans and t-shirt combo and a sheepish grin apparent on his lips.

"Hey there, Y/N! Welcome to my humble abode!" he said dramatically upon seeing you step inside the room.

You chuckled at Vernon's attempt at decorating, he had banners hanging haphazardly from different side of the rooms and blankets and cushions arranged in a way that screamed 'burglary aftermath'.

"What on earth have you been up to, Vernon?" you questioned, smiling widely.

Vernon shrugged, his grin widening as he gestured to the chaos around you two. "Just trying to spruce the place up a bit. You know, make it more 'us'."

Your heart swelled at his words, realizing just how much you adored this man and his unique, yet special way of expressing love. "Well, you've certainly succeeded on that part," you said, laughing.

Vernon took a deep breath, nerves fluttering in his stomach as he took your hands in his. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. Something that's been on my mind for a while now."

Your gaze softened, your heart almost skipping a beat as you looked up from your joined hands into Vernon's eyes. "What is it Vern?"

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his eyes squeezing shut as if it would help him focus. With his voice filled with a sudden determination, he said :

"I love you, Y/N. I love every messy, chaotic part of you. But also all the neat and ever so perfect parts don't get me wrong!" he rambled cutely, "And I can't imagine my life without you in it. So, what do you say we take this a step further and become roommates?"

You looked at him with wide eyes, "Roomates?" you inquired teasingly.

"I mean.. would you move in with me? As my girlfriend, not a roomate." he rectified, his face red as he looked down at the floor, awaiting your answer.

It was touching really, the lengths to which he went to organize all of this, usually, Vernon was a man of a few actions, words were more his things, so this was ever more so endearing. You couldn't help but feel moved about the fact that he was ready to welcome you in his personal space. The physical one, of course, because not only were you already part of each other's lives but from that point on you would be a part of each other's routine and days, and you couldn't be happier than at this very moment. You threw your arms around him, holding him close, the tip of your noses touching as you whispered against his lips : "Yes, Vernon. I'll move in with you. A thousand times yes."

He leaned forward and kissed you passionately, happy that you accepted to join him in this adventure of building a home together.

And in that moment, amidst the laughter and the love, Vernon and you knew that you had found your home in each other.

[imagineanime2022]

Sebastian Meets Reader

No Pairing Really

Word Count: 2419

Requested: Anon @siriuslyblackonback

Request: Wait omg so as I was reading your fics with the cross over of obey me and black butler an idea popped into mind

What if sebastian and ciel finally witnessed all the chaos that mc has to go through and how easily mc is able to control the most powerful of demons or how basically the fate of all 3 realms is up to MC👀

Sebastian And Barbatos Meet 

Sebastian Meets The Demon Brothers

You stretched as you sat up, you glanced over at Mammon who was still sound asleep, you gently run your hand through his hair before reaching over for your DDD, to check you messages, you saw one from Lucifer asking you to meet him in his office before breakfast, you flung your legs over the edge of the bed, you glanced back at Mammon one more time to make sure that he was still asleep before going into the bathroom and getting ready for your day. When you came back out Mammon was sitting up in bed “where are ya goin’?” He asked, reaching out for you, you got close enough that he could wrap his arms around your waist. “Lucifer asked me to go see him this morning, so I’m going to his office.” You explained and he whined. “But you're supposed to be stayin’ with me.” He complained. “Keep a seat free at breakfast, I’ll sit next to you.” You promise pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Get dressed.” You shuffled out of the room and headed towards Lucifer’s office.

You were walking past the kitchen when you stopped, you could see Sebastian in there “Are you cooking?” You asked sticking your head into the kitchen, he smiled at you as he moved to the side showing the breakfast food that he had already cooked. “Woah this is all human food.” “They don’t cook human food for you?” Sebastian asked with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t think that we could get it so I never really asked.” You admitted “plus the food from Devildom isn’t that bad.” “What’s that smell?” You glanced back at Beel who was heading towards the kitchen. “It’s breakfast Beel but you have to wait patiently.” You told him, his face resembled that of a kicked puppy. “Stop that, it won't be much longer.” You smirked as he couldn’t seem to stop the playful smile from stretching across his face. “Come sit with me!” He said. “I promised Mammon I’d sit with him so you can sit on the other side but I have to see Lucifer first.” You explained and he nodded. “Okay I’ll save your seat.” He promised before heading off to the dining room where you assumed the others were gathering. “They seem to hold you in high regard.” Sebastian said and you nodded. “Mmm, we’ve been through a lot.” You shrugged. “I hold them just as highly.” “They’re very powerful.” Sebastian observed. “They’re the seven demon lords, they’ve worked hard to earn the titles.” You answered. “And you tamed them all.” He said. “I wouldn’t say that I tamed them, they aren’t animals even if they are a little feral sometimes.” You giggled “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

You knocked and waited for Lucifer to call you in before opening the door “you wanted to see me mighty first born.” You teased. “Watch the attitude.” He warned with a small smirk on his face “I need you to show the newcomers around, Diavolo informed me that the younger one Ciel will be enrolling in RAD so he’ll need to know a rough layout of Devildom and the other may need a refresher.” “Oh sure no problem.” You nodded “I’m sure it would be easier for me to show them around than anyone else.” “Thank you (Y/N).” He smiled and you nodded. “Be careful around them though, I don’t trust them.” Lucifer informed him. “Yes sir.” You saluted him before turning on your heels and walking out the office. “One more thing!” Lucifer called before you could leave, he gestured for you to come over to him “call me if anything happens.”

You sat between Beel and Mammon as you promised that you would talking happily with the brothers as Sebastian served Ciel, Sebastian came over after a moment and placed a plate in front of you “I thought that you might appreciate some food from home.” Sebastian said, you looked at the food on the plate, eyes lighting up as you looked at what could only be described as the best breakfast you had ever seen. “Wow really!?” You asked “are you sure? Didn't you cook this for Ciel?” The mentioned master waved his hand in dismissal. “He can’t eat everything that I’ve cooked, he always used to share with the staff of the house back home.” Sebastian explained. “Staff?” You asked as you looked over at Ciel as you reached out for the food, however Mammon slapped your hand away from it. “We don’t know if that’s safe… Beel test it.” Mammon ordered. “Don’t be rude Mammon.” You glared at him before looking at Beel. “You wanna taste it now don’t you?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, you sighed before taking a forkful of food and feeding it to him. “Good?” You asked. “Amazing.” Beel answered. “Everyone satisfied that I’m not going to die?” You asked. “Yes.” An answer from Asmo, Mammon and Belphie. “Mildly.” Came from Lucifer and Satan. You got nothing from Levi who was absorbed in whatever game he was playing on his handheld console. “Good now will you all stop being so hostile!?” You asked. “No.” They all answered. “I’m sorry.” You apologised. “No need to apologise my lady.” Sebastian smiled as he walked back over to stand with Ciel. “Sorry Ciel, I was asking earlier, you had staff when you were human?” You asked. “I owned an estate.” He answered with a small smile on his face as he thought back on it. “The young Master was soul air to the Phantomhive Estate.” Sebastian explained. “Wait like the toy company?” You asked. “You know it?” Ciel asked, he seemed interested in what you had to say now. “It’s more of a corporation now, since the family that ran it died, the company was sold or something.” You explained. “I don't know a lot about it.” “Mm.” Ciel hummed in acknowledgement

The rest of breakfast was uneventful and you all headed off to get ready for their day, Lucifer called a meeting with his brothers so you took the time to grab Ciel and Sebastian to show them around Devildom without the brothers all watching your every move. The first place that you took them was Purgatory Hall. “This is Purgatory Hall, this is where the angels and the other humans live.” You explained as you opened the door. “(Y/N) I wasn’t aware that you would be stopping by today.” You smiled at the sound of Simeons voice. “Simeon! I wasn’t supposed to be stopping by today, I’m just showing some newcomers around.” You explained. “Are the others here?” “Mm, Luke is in the kitchen, I have not seen Solomon this morning so I assume that he is still in his room.” Simeon answered. “He’s an angel?” Ciel asked as he looked at Simeon “He’s different then the one that we met before.” “You’ve met other angels?” You asked. “They went by Angela or Ash.” Sebastian explained. “The fallen twins.” Simeon added “they are now used as a warning to the younger angels, there are rules that must be followed there was a reason no one came to their aid when you chose to end them.” “Simeon! Where did you go!?” You glanced behind him and saw Luke making his way down the hall, Simeon put his arm out to stop him from getting too close to Sebastian, you looked at the demon who seemed to be smirking at the smaller angel. “This is Ciel and Sebastian, Ciel will be joining us at RAD so I wanted to introduce him to some of the people that would be there.” You explained. “And you Sebastian?” Simeon asked. “I will do whatever my master asks of me.” Sebastian answered and you looked at him. “Master?” You asked. “I am the head butler of the Phantomhive Estate.” Sebastian answered and your eyes widened in wonder. “You know what now that I look at you that isn’t so surprising.” You mumbled. “Now what is all the tension down here!?” You turned to see Solomon down the hall and smiled waving. “Solomon!” You called. “You!?” Your head whipped back to Ciel as he looked at Solomon. “You know each other?” You asked. “Funny I thought you were dead, I guess technically you are.” Solomon smirked as he walked over, stopping next to you where he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “We met back when he was human.” “You said you were human.” Ciel muttered “I didn’t trust that you were telling the truth.” “I'm a human little Phantomhive, I’m just older than you thought.” Solomon smirked and you looked at him, “You don’t look older.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Curious.” Solomon smirked as he held eye contact. “Well we need to go before the brother finds me here.” You said, sensing that there were many situations that needed defusing you decided that it was time to move on, you ushered your two new residents out of the house, “Where are you headed next?” Solomon asked. “Nice try not telling you.” You stuck your tongue out before disappearing out of the door. “I don’t trust him.” Simeon finally said and Solomon looked at him and shrugged. “Only time will tell how dangerous they are.” Solomon shrugged before disappearing back into his room.

The rest of the tour went well, you managed to dodge the brothers and get the tour finished before they caught up, however you had just got back when you realised that leaving them alone for the day may not have been the best option especially when you saw the state of the house. “What the hell happened?” You frowned. “I know he was here!” You heard a voice that you didn’t recognise, you frowned. “Oh.” Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose and Ciel gave an exaggerated sigh. “You know that voice?” You asked. “Unfortunately.” Sebastian nodded.

You walked towards the dining room where it sounded like the commotion was coming from, you could see Mammon and Beel standing on either side of the room, with a woman in between them she was dressed in red and holding a chainsaw. Both Mammon and Beel charged at the woman despite Lucifer’s warning and collided with each other when she dodged. “Grelle, what are you doing?” The woman froze where she was standing before turning to Sebastian. “Bassy!” She cheered before her eyes came to rest on you. “Who’s this hussy!?” She appeared in front of you in seconds, everyone tensed as the woman lifted chainsaw above your head, as she brought it back down there was a clash but it wasn’t with you, instead Beel’s hand held the chainsaw above your head, his hand tightening as he threw the woman across the room before turning to you. “Are you okay!?” Beel asked. “Me? I’m fine, what about you?” You asked as you pulled his hand towards you “your bleeding.” “It’s nothing I’m fine, see I’m already healing.” He said, you looked at his hand and saw that the wound was in fact healing, you caught Sebastian’s eyes widening, he got a glimpse of Beel’s healing wound. You glanced at the others, all of them in their demon form, the room becoming suffocating, however before anyone could make a move, Cerberus stepped out of the hole in the wall that was created when Grelle was thrown. “Hey, someone tell this creature to let me go!” Grelle ordered, Sebastian's eyes shifted to the dog, one that had been uncontrollable the last time that he was in Devildom. “(Y/N) what will you have me do with this intruder?” Lucifer asked. “Sebastian, you know her?” You asked, Sebastian noticed that the goofy behaviour he had come to expect from the brothers was gone. Each of them looked like they were ready to kill the woman in front of them if it meant that you were safe. “She’s a reaper.” Sebastian answered. “You can put her down now.” You said, Lucifer gave a wave and Cerberus dropped the reaper in his jaws and walked over sniffing you for a second before deciding that he was happy with your health and going back to his master. “So do you need something?” You asked as you turned to the reaper. “Bassy disappeared, I was just looking for him.” Grelle answered. “Here he is.” You said stepping away from the demon, who seemed to be glaring at you, Beel didn’t like that, so he grabbed you and pulled you behind him. “Hmm, but it seems that there are other demons worth my attention here!” Grelle smiled as she turned to look at Lucifer giving you a coy wave, you raised an eyebrow with a small smirk but before anything else could be said, someone hit Grelle in the head.

“Do you ever stop causing me trouble?” A new voice asked. “Who in Devildom is this now!?” Mammon asked, having now made his way to you as well, his hand clasping yours. “I’m sorry for my colleagues behaviour, I’m William T. Spears I run a division within the Reapers.” William explained.”I’ll be taking her with me now.” “Oh you know I can’t resist you William, until next time Bassy and I hope to see more of you Luci!” Grelle waved as she followed William but you were more focused on the almost identical grimace passed over the two mentioned demons faces, when calm finally settled Lucifer sighed. “Looks like there’s some work to be done.” Lucifer looked at the destroyed house. “Please leave it to me.” Sebastian smiled as he looked at you. “Can you fix all of this?” You asked. “I’ve seen him fix worse.” Ciel shrugged “leave it to him, I’m retiring to my room.” “If you're sure.” You said. “What kind of a butler would I be if I couldn’t do this simple task for my master?” Sebastian asked. “Hey who ya callin’ master!?” Mammon asked, tightening his hold on your hand. “He’s talking about Ciel, will you get out of here and let him work, if he’s going to fix this place the least you can do is stop being a nuisance.” You ordered ushering the 7 demon lords out of the room, you a human had the power to make 7 of the most powerful demons bend to you, you were an interesting human and you might even have a soul as enticing as Ciels.

The question was: was it worth the enemies he would gain?

Request Here!!

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓬 [Teaser]

You're supposed to keep him in check and integrate him into earth's society while he recovers from the aftereffects of catching a viral infection on his planet. All that, while you get to earn a pretty good monthly compensation for your efforts from the government of his and your planet.

Or more simplified: You're a paid babysitter for a 7' tall alien who's caught a virus that makes him act purely on instincts, rather than logic. Oh yeah- and he tried to eat your neighbor's pet bird. Yeah...

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Yes I'm writing that story..., mentions of doctors visits (needles, injections, medical terms, blood), mild Angst, so much chaos, he almost eats a bird once oops, mild Angst, strangers to lovers, more TBA

Length: unclear

A/N: THERE IS NO TAGLIST. THERE IS NO TAGLIST FOR THIS. THERE REALLY ISNT. DO NOT ASK.

Out Now!

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"Jungkook…" You say, at a stand-off with the big cat-like alien across from you who stares you down with his stupidly cute big round eyes as if he's not doing anything wrong. "Where is pudgy?" You ask, and at that he fully turns around, squirming bird in his hand. "Jungkook, no, no no no-!" You dramatically call out, hands reaching for him- when he looks at the bird, then at you. "Give him to me, yeah?" you try, and he seems completely taken aback for a moment, and almost- shy?

Unbeknownst to you, he thinks you want the bird for something entirely different. In his mind, you're not asking for the bird itself- you're asking for him to offer it for you.

You want him to... court you?

He seems to deeply think for a good moment as he watches the bird breathe heavily, it's life probably flashing before it's very eyes before Jungkook brightly grins, sharp canine teeth making his happy grin look more dangerous than it probably is.

You don't know why he's suddenly so chipper, tail held high and eyes sparkling.

Suddenly, he holds the bird out to you like he's offering it rather than returning it- and you carefully take the poor thing from his rough hold, accepting it. It's something that makes the tip of his tail snap upwards in excitement, eyes scanning you for every reaction as you walk back.

"I'll be... right back.." You carefully tell Jungkook, who shrugs. "Do not do anything while I'm gone." You warn, before you dash out the front door to return the pet yet again, violently knocking on your neighbor's door.

"What?!" Seokjin yells almost, when you hold out his bird to him. "Pudgy!"

"Yeah, fuck your bird Jin!" You yell at the young man. "Jungkook almost fucking ate him, keep the thing in his cage for god's sake! Do you know how much trouble I would've been in if he actually ate him? I'm not ensured for accidental pet-ingestion!" You complain, making the man laugh a little.

"I'll keep the windows closed from now on." He reassures you, and you nod, pinching the bridge of your nose as you make your way back downstairs into your apartment-

where a not so happy Jungkook waits, arms crossed and tail whipping angrily from side to side behind him, knocking down some papers on the kitchen table. He's clearly unhappy, growling a little with every breath, eyes sharp and glaring at you dangerously.

"What happened?" You wonder, and Jungkook himself wants to just yell at you.

You're so stupid, he thinks to himself. Why would you insult him like that? He caught that bird, and you wanted it- so he offered it, thinking you finally understood his intentions at this point- but no. Instead you insult him by giving HIS offering to that stupid human man upstairs, as if to mock him!

Do you want something more impressive? Maybe a tiny bird isn't enough to win you over. But on earth, there's not much prey to hunt- and considering he's a little bound to the interior of your apartment, he doesn't have any other options, really. And even if he was to catch something better- like the deer he'd almost caught if it wasn't for you scolding him for it- you still don't seem to like that at all. He doesn't know what else he could do to impress you.

What the hell do human woman want?!

Maybe he just really chose to court the most stupid and ungrateful human he could find- but he'll make sure you understand his intentions soon enough, and he'll teach you proper manners as well, once he's better. Right now, he's still unable to really do much in his state- but once he recovers a little more, he'll make sure.

He'll make sure you know exactly what he wants from you.

[romana-after-dark]

Pushing Buttons

Darkish!Nathan Bateman x fem!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summary: You purposefully piss Nathan off just to get used and degraded.

Warnings and Content: Hate fucking, everything is consenual but it not really what a good dom/sub dynamic should look like hence it being in the dark blog. Rough sex, spitting, lots of talk of sweat and spit. Foot fetish, Nathan is face stomping, which means he's got his foot on readers face, and the heel goes in her mouth at one point. I refuse to write literal non con on here and feel embarrassed for a foot fetish okay. LOTS OF DEGRADING TALK, like, seriously degrading. Only a little bit of aftercare and it's not an established part of their dynamic. Mentions of ass eating. Nathan and reader just being gross.

A/N: This is not the Dark!nathan I was talking about ealier but this was kinda a warm up to get a little more of a hold of his character. I may have to watch the movie again to get a feel for his mannerism. Or maybe I should write him drunk. Anyway. This came about after a convo with @hon3yboy and she encouraged me to write this after sharing hony thots about foot on face lol. Gonna take a quick sec and promo her, everyone should check out her Werewolf!Marc series

800 Words

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You’d done it on purpose, honestly. You’d pissed Nathan off intentionally after he’d been ignoring you all day. 

He was supposed to spend the day with you, take you hiking and fuck you in some steamy spring, but instead he had spent all day in his office coding. You tried to hang out in the office with him, to get him to remember his promise but instead you just got mad when you took a peek at his coding. You didn’t understand much about coding, but you looked at his notes and figured it out.

“You’re programming her to blow you?!?!?!”

This erupted in a big fight, Nathan insisting he wasn’t programming his AI to blow him, but to suck dick in general. You didn’t believe him, or maybe you did but you were too mad to think clearly, and ripped his computer off his desk and threw it on the floor.

That’s how you ended up here, tossed on the couch like a rag doll and molded into every position Nathan wants as he hate fucked you. At the moment, he had you on your knees and braced up against the arm rest as he knelt. With his fingers in your mouth, you gagged up spit that he smeared all over your face, rubbing your eye make up on your skin.

“Open.” Nathan order, and you vaguely open your eyes and mouth to accept the glob of spit that he didn’t even try to aim on your face.

“Dirty fucking whore, always trying to piss me off just so she can get abused.” Without a doubt, that’s what you did, but you fucking loved it. Sure, this wasn’t the perfect relationship, but it wasn’t really much of a relationship. You weren’t his girlfriend. You were just here. And although it was never meant to last long, you enjoyed the chaos.

Nathan pulled out, and before you could think much on it, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back before shoving your face into the couch and adjusting his own position. Standing on the couch cushion now, Nathan steadies himself by twisting one of your arms behind your back and putting the other one on the backrest for stability.

His right foot was planted directly on your face.

Nathan Bateman was barefoot most of the time. Living in a home with heated floors, he liked to “Let them bad boys breathe” It was his same justification for sleeping naked. 

Planting his foot on your face was a new level of degradation as he fucked you, his words bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Pathetic, dirty bitch, letting me step on your face, letting me shove your face in my ass.” Nathan panted over you. He was fit, but the activities you both engaged in always made him breathless, his sweat dripping down from his hairless head and onto your face. You tasted the salt, moaning as your cunt clenched around his massive length. 

Nathan laughed a cruel, mocking laugh. “That turns you on? You’re fucking disgusting, you’re so pathetic, I should just- ohhhhfuckohfuck- I should just cum inside and got let you get off, leave you rutting against the couch like a bitch in heat.” Nathan filled you up over and over again, each thrust inward making his sweaty foot shove you into the cushion. “You're desperate enough, bet I could make you hum anything just to get off. God, sofuckingtight! Shit!” His grunts grow louder, his hips more frantic and you know he’s close, and so are you.

“Bet you’re the kind of girl I could fuck right up against a dumpster, just shove your face against the filth so I don’t have to look at your fucking face-”

That did it. “NATHAN!” You scream as you cum all around him, mouth wide open so his sweaty foot slide down enough you can taste him, but you don’t care. Nothing mattered when Nathan was inside you.

Nathan was cumming, filling you up as he called you his “disgusting little cum dumpster” and spitting on you one last time. With all the moisture on your face, his foot slipped off you and Nathan fell forward, his cock brutally spearing you as you both collapsed onto the couch.

“Fucking bitch.” Nathan smacked your ass as he walked butt naked, only to stop, pause, then turn around. Returning to your fucked out body, Nathan took his discarded shirt and wiped your face off before pulling a throw blanket over you. He leaned down, pinching your face in his fingers and speaking firmly. “Sleep”

Nathan pulled on his basketball shorts, and as your eyes drifted off into dreamland, so thoroughly exhausted, blissed out and satisfied, the sounds of Nathan taking the rest of his rage out on the punching back lulled you to sleep.

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I know it's not my strongest work but I just wanted to test out some Nathan Bateman

Also, im updating my tag list so even if you commented to be on my tag list, please comment again. Before, i just had TLOU and Moon Knight, but I've been expanding so comment Oscar or Pedro characters please!

IDK whose all interested bc Nathan Bateman and its like foot fetish based lmfao so just tagging @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction and @alwaysmicado who support my insanity.

[diagonal-queen]

The Moon and the Sea

♡ pairing: Paul Verlaine x Arthur Rimbaud

♡ synopsis: After a hard day, Verlaine finds solace in the arms of his partner.

♡ wc: 1.5k

♡ cw: Stormbringer spoilers(?), Rimlaine are extremely sad and gay

note: "i want to write a oneshot about some really beautiful but tragic gay men but i cant think of anything" i said to @small-chaos. they replied "Everybody talks about the moon and the sun but nobody admires the beauty in the relationship between the moon and the sea" and then this brainchild was born. thanks bestie <3 i would also like to shoutout @gettinshiggywithit for helping me complete this when i ran out of brain power, thank you lovely 😚😚 apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

The early winds of autumn were warm and gentle, relieving busy Parisians of the sticky summer humidity as the changing season set itself in motion. The sounds of evening began to die down, leaving only the rustling of brown and orange leaves in its wake. Yet, one man hadn't been privy to this particular noise, as all his windows had been closed as soon as he'd first entered the apartment the week prior. All he could hear was the crackling of fire and his own chattering teeth.

Rimbaud found himself growing colder by the minute. That night, he sat shivering on a sofa right before the fireplace, with a thick fluffy blanket wrapped around him. Despite the fact that he was also clad in several layers, a thick grey coat, a large scarf, mittens and earmuffs, he still felt like he might succumb to hypothermia any second.

He wanted nothing more than to leap into the fire itself, but he sat as still as he could and waited. Verlaine was supposed to be back soon, and when he knew that he was alright he would be able to go to their shared room and sleep (somewhat) soundly. That was what he'd planned, at least.

After hearing the sound of the door unlocking, Rimbaud bowed his head as Verlaine entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He momentarily glanced at his partner, before doing a double take in shock.

Verlaine looked...dishevelled. He wasn't so dishevelled that a stranger may take notice and ask him about it, but for Verlaine, even a loose strand of hair was unusual. Rimbaud immediately knew something terrible must've happened.

"Paul, you...!" Rimbaud sat up, eyeing Verlaine who didn't seem to want to return his gaze. He silently walked, or rather stumbled, over towards the couch where his partner was sitting.

Rimbaud had never seen Verlaine act in such a way. Sure, he could come off as aloof from time to time, but today he didn't seem bothered to hide the fatigue he was feeling. Even his complexion seemed paler.

Verlaine then kneeled on the sofa, before his whole upper body flopped on top of Rimbaud, who let out a soft grunt at the impact. He tried to adjust his posture, but now that Verlaine was slumped on top of him he found it difficult to move.

"Are you alright?!"

"I'm..." Verlaine pushed his hat off his head, letting it fall to the ground by Rimbaud's shoes. "...I'm tired."

His umber eyes seemed unfocused, staring somewhere Rimbaud couldn't see.

"What happened to you, Paul?" The raven-haired couldn't help but feel concern bubbling inside him, and the question came off with more urgency than he'd intended it to. Not that it mattered- Verlaine never seemed to care about things like that.

Verlaine didn't answer for a moment, just letting out a breath that he seemed to have been holding in for a while. His face contorted into a slight grimace.

"...Paul?"

"...I don't want to talk about it now."

In spite of his worry, Rimbaud didn't press him further.

The room was bathed in a golden hue from the fire before the couch they were draped upon. It subconsciously gave a feeling of comfort to Rimbaud, who suddenly noticed how tranquil the atmosphere was despite the fact that he was trapped beneath Verlaine's roughed-up form. He realised that he wasn't shivering so violently now. He was still cold, of course, but Verlaine acted as a soothing source of warmth.

Rimbaud's gloomy eyes gazed down at Verlaine, whose eyes had closed by now. There was no blood on his person, of course, but his slightly dishevelled blonde hair and wrinkled clothing weren't any less cause for concern. For something or someone to have even a slight effect on a creature as powerful as Verlaine...

Rimbaud steadily moved his gloved hand and, after a moment of contemplation, placed it atop the back of Verlaine's head as gently as he could muster. Verlaine didn't react. Rimbaud let out a deep exhale, and cautiously ran a hand through his soft golden locks.

The small room the two were temporarily staying in, an apartment in an old Haussmann-style building located on the outskirts of Paris, was silent. They had become accustomed to moving around as frequently as their job required, and had never bothered to modify any of their living spaces to feel more homely. Rimbaud only cared about where Verlaine was, and Verlaine didn't see much merit in interior design. Yet, something about this place felt inherently intimate, or so Rimbaud thought.

"...Rimbaud?" Verlaine suddenly mumbled. Rimbaud cast him a glance, his face half obscured by blueish shadows while the other half glowed in the yellow light.

"Hm?"

"...I heard something in passing a few days ago," he began, almost as if he were unsure of his own words. "It was about love."

"Love?" Rimbaud creased his eyebrows, perplexed. If one were to ask him anything that Verlaine may bring up in conversation, love wouldn't have been in his first thousand guesses.

"Yes, love...I heard someone compare the concept of soulmates to the sun and the moon," Verlaine continued with a faint voice. "I don't quite understand it."

"Well..." Rimbaud's tone was slightly shaky. "You know the phrase 'opposites attract', don't you?"

Verlaine let out a small noise but Rimbaud couldn't tell whether it was affirmative or negative. Regardless, he continued.

"It means that two people who are different from each other are likely to have a better relationship. The 'sun' person would usually be more outgoing and cheery, while the 'moon' person is more introspective and quiet..." He bit his thin lip and then added, "Not unlike you, Paul."

Verlaine shifted slightly, his hand perching itself on top of Rimbaud's chest.

"Not unlike me...?"

"That's not to say that introspection and quietness are bad things," Rimbaud quickly spoke. "I just mean that...they're traits that suit you well. The 'moon' caricature as a whole suits you well, in fact."

"The moon..." Verlaine muttered to himself. "So far away from the rest of mankind...perhaps I am like the moon."

Rimbaud wanted to comfort Verlaine, to reassure him that he wasn't far away from anybody, especially not him, but the words wouldn't form on his tongue. He felt as if he should have been better at this by now; after all, it was far from the first time they'd had this type of conversation.

"If I am the moon then you're the sea." Verlaine suddenly announced, snapping Rimbaud out of his train of thought.

"The sea?" Rimbaud repeated, quietly. "...I don't understand."

"The sea is complex, full of mystery. You can never predict the force of the ocean's waves as they crash on the sand," Verlaine breathed, as if he were reading a poem. "You are deep and dark, Rimbaud. You're full of undiscovered secrets...and..."

He lifted his head up, lidded brown eyes staring straight into Rimbaud's. "We might be opposites, but I don't think you're a sun."

Rimbaud's breath hitched in surprise. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Verlaine's, whose tired gaze still burned right through him.

"Every day I survey you from afar and it feels almost like you glow when I look at you. How strange is that?"

The black-haired man couldn't tell whether or not Verlaine's question was rhetorical or not. Even if it wasn't, he probably wouldn't have been able to come up with a coherent answer. He was frozen in surprise, unable to break the tense silence between them.

Verlaine's hand moved from Rimbaud's chest to his cheek, gently cupping it while his thumb began to rub circles over his soft, pale skin. The blonde man seemed to be in some kind of fatigued haze.

"The saddest thing is how unattainable you are. But I know that if I were ever to fall..." Verlaine leaned forward, his breath tickling Rimbaud's face. "You would be there to catch me, wouldn't you?"

Then, without giving him the chance to answer, Verlaine brought his lips to Rimbaud's. His grip on Rimbaud's cheek tightened ever so slightly as he deepened the kiss, almost smiling when Rimbaud placed his hands on his back and squeezed.

"Paul-" Rimbaud tried to start when he pulled away, wanting to ask if they should be doing this or if it was really alright, but Verlaine just placed a finger to his lips.

"Shh..." the corner of Verlaine's lip turned up. Rimbaud's cheeks flushed red, and he quickly dove back into the kiss.

Aside from pulling apart for air every few seconds, the pair remained in their gentle embrace until Verlaine eventually pulled away, leaving Rimbaud breathless, and laid his head down on his chest.

"I'm tired, Arthur..." he said, before closing his eyes. Verlaine must've been exhausted- he never called Rimbaud by his first name. It made his heart skip a beat; something he hoped that Verlaine didn't notice.

With the state he was in, Verlaine probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. Rimbaud decided that unless he bought it up first, he wouldn't say a thing about it, no matter how much he wanted to.

And thus, the pair never spoke of that night again. 

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[fanfics4all]

Summer Fling

Request: Yes / No  Hi, I'm a new follower so I don't know if you accept requests, but I've been OBSESSED with Sweet pea. Unfortunately my Riverdale phase came back, since then I've been creating imagine scenarios with Sweet Pea, well, more specifically, Sweet Pea having a "summer fling" with a reader who has the appearance and personality of Liv Rooney and was super friends with Betty or Cheryl (and it would be as if Josie didn't exist or had never been involved with Sweet Pea but the reader) Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 776

Warnings: Nothing really, sad ending I suppose?

Y/N: Your Name 

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The summer in Riverdale was supposed to be ordinary. Lazy afternoons with Betty, trips to Pop’s, and avoiding the Southside drama that always seemed to creep into the picture. I hadn’t expected it to be anything more than just a short break before heading back to my life in the city, but then I met Sweet Pea. 

It started at one of Cheryl’s infamous bonfires. Betty had convinced me to come, saying it would be ‘fun and totally safe.’. I wasn’t so sure about the safe part, especially when I spotted the Serpents hanging around the edges of the firelight, their leather jackets catching the glow like something out of a movie. Sweet Pea was with them, leaning casually against his bike, arms crossed, and smile tugging at his lips. I saw him around before, mostly in the background of Betty’s stories about Riverdale’s chaos, but we never talked. That night though, he noticed me. When our eyes met, this spark, a flicker of curiosity in his dark gaze, made my heart skip a beat. 

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.” He said when he finally approached me. His voice was low and teasing. I raised a brow, trying not to let his intense stare throw me off. 

“And you don’t look like you talk to girls who aren’t from around here.” I shot back, folding my arms. To my surprise, he laughed, a genuine sound that made the butterflies in my stomach stir. 

“Fair enough.” He said, holding his hand out. 

“Names Sweet Pea.” 

“Y/N.” I replied, shaking his hand and feeling the warmth of his touch linger a little longer than it should have. 

That was the beginning of it all. Sweet Pea wasn’t like the guys I usually hung around. He was bold, a little rough around the edges, and completely different from what I expected. But there was also a softness to him, hidden beneath his Sperpent persona and the smirks, I couldn’t help but be drawn to it. Our ‘fling’ started with stolen moments, late-night drives on his bike, secret meetings at Sweetwater River, and whispered conversations under the stars. He showed me a side of Riverdale I’ve never seen before, the hidden beauty in the chaos, and I showed him that there was more to life than just surviving. 

One night, we snuck into the movie theater after hours and shared a thing of popcorn he had somehow managed to swipe from the concession stand. 

“So, what’s a girl like you doing in a town like this?” He asked, his tone playful. 

“Visiting my Grandma.” I smiled. 

“And maybe having the time of my life with a guy who’s way cooler than he lets on.” Sweets raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. 

“Cooler than I let on? You sure about that?” I laughed, pushing him lightly. 

“Don’t let it go to your head.” He smiled, a soft genuine smile that made my heart race. 

“You’re different, Y/N, in a good way.” 

“Good different?” I teased, though my voice was soft. 

“The best kind.” He whispered, his gaze locking with mine. 

As much as I tried to keep things light, I couldn’t help but feel something deeper growing between us. But we both knew it couldn’t last. I was only in Riverdale for the summer and Sweet Pea’s world was here, tangled up in the Sperpents and everything that came with that. 

The night before I left, we met by the river, sitting on a blanket as the water glimmered under the moonlight. Neither of us said much, the weight of the inevitable hanging between us. Finally, Sweet Pea turned to me, his expression serious. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go…” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. I swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“Me too, but we knew this wasn’t forever.” 

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.” He muttered, his jaw clenching. I reached out, taking his hand in mine. 

“This summer… it meant everything to me, Sweets. You mean everything to me.” He looked at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Sadness, hope, maybe even love? 

“You’re not going to forget me, are you?” 

“Never.” I promised, leaning in and pressing my forehead against his. 

“And you better not forget me either.” He pulled me into a kiss, slow and lingering. It was like he was trying to hold onto the moment as long as he could. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his hand cradling my face. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He whispered. 

“Goodbye, Sweet Pea.” I said, my voice breaking.

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[devildom-moss]

Hi! Can i request mc seeking comfort in Sol and Simeon? I’m SO overwhelmed by the brothers, i really just want the purgatory boys to free me from them for FIVE minutes 😭

I get that! They are A LOT. I got you with an option for Simeon, Solomon, and both (well, all of Purgatory Hall, technically). I went for a SFW, very little angst approach.

Simeon

Simeon can usually tell when you’re having a rough time, but he always struggles with how to go about asking you and trying to help. You’ll be doing him a favor by just coming to him. It was another busy morning, and the House of Lamentation had seemed worse than ever. You knew it was most likely the accumulation of all the stress they had caused you over the past few weeks. Even Lucifer’s attempts to discipline his brothers weren’t helping. They were overwhelming – the arguments, the fights, the neediness – all of it. You needed to outsource, and that’s what led you to Simeon.

After escaping the brothers at school, you asked Simeon to meet you in an unused RAD common room. The moment he arrived, you pulled him into a hug. “Please save me.”

“What? Why? Are you hurt? Is someone after you?” He began to freak out.

“No, nothing like that. I just need some peace. Please? Can you just hold me for a few minutes?”

“Is that all?” he chuckled, “of course I’ll hold you.”

He walked you to the nearby couch and sat you down on his lap. He knew the cause of your trouble must have been the brothers if you were in need of peace, so he saw no need to ask. Simeon just wanted to be there for you. His long slender fingers gently caressed the back of your head, scratching softly. His thumb smoothed over the skin right behind your ear. Every movement was so careful and loving. Time began to slip away as you focused on his touch and light breathing. You could have fallen asleep like that, securely in his arms.

“Feeling better,” he asked, smiling at you.

“A little,” you lied. You actually felt much better, but you feared he would let go if he knew.

“Just a little? Let me see if I can make you more comfortable.” Simeon wrapped part of his cape around you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. The warmth – his warmth – enveloped you. “We can stay like this as long as you need.”

“Even if that means ditching classes?”

“Well, I –” he hummed in consideration “– I suppose we could, if you need it.”

Solomon

Beelzebub eating critical nullifying ingredients, Belphegor’s lack of focus, and Asmo’s lack of concern for any class that wasn’t Seductive Speechcraft combined catastrophically and resulted in the entire classroom exploding with a heavy plume of smoke that filed into every nearby hall and room. As soon as it was confirmed that the smoke wasn’t toxic, Diavolo cancelled classes for the rest of the day and sent the student body home. Solomon had found you in the chaos of students being rushed out of RAD. He insisted upon walking you home.

“They really messed up that one today,” Solomon laughed. You stopped walking and covered your eyes with the palms of your hands. Solomon stopped and reached out towards you before pulling his hand back, “are you okay? Did you get smoke in your eyes.”

“They’re like this every day, Solomon.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t let up. They’ve been like this for weeks.” You shook your head. “I just want one day – even just half a day – without them causing such a mess.”

“They’re really a handful, huh?” Solomon sighed.

You dropped your hands from your eyes to hold his hands. “Can I go home with you?”

“Yeah, of course.” Solomon’s gaze softened as he took pity on you.

He offered to cook for you, but you refused. So instead, he offered you the sandwich that Luke had packed for him that he hadn’t had a chance to eat. You agreed and dug in, grateful to both Solomon and Luke. While you ate, Solomon left to “tidy up his room.” When you finished eating and went to check on him, you were surprised to see that his bed had been rearranged into a nest of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. His laptop was sitting at the foot of the bed and bottles of juice and bags of snacks were sitting on Solomon’s nightstand.

“Oh, hey,” Solomon greeted you. He jumped into his nest and pat the space next to him, “care to join me?”

You crawled into bed with him, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. He queued up one of your favorite comfort shows. You were free to stay there as long as you needed – especially if that meant you stayed the night with him.

Both

A loud crash, followed by the distinctive “MAMMON” that roared throughout the house, was the last straw. You packed up a bag and snuck out of the House of Lamentation. One short, cold walk later, you were standing outside of Purgatory Hall. Simeon was the one to answer the knock at the door.

“Can I stay the night?” you asked sheepishly.

“Of course, come in, come in.” Simeon led you inside. He rubbed your arms.

“Oh, MC, what are you doing here?” Solomon asked.

“I just need to get out of the house tonight. Can I stay here?”

“Oh,” Solomon sighed, “the brothers?”

“The brothers,” you affirmed. Solomon took your bag and set it on a nearby table. He pulled you towards the couch and sat you down softly, rubbing circles into the tops of your hands with his thumbs.

“Well, I’m in the middle of making dinner,” Simeon mentioned. He headed towards the kitchen. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll set an extra plate at the table.” Simeon smiled and ducked into the kitchen.

Hearing the commotion, Luke and Raphael came out of their rooms. They entertained you with idle chit-chat, and after an amazing dinner, Luke brought out a puzzle for everyone to work on. When it had gotten late and Luke and Raphael had been asleep for over an hour, you began to feel anxious, expecting some kind of debate about who you would room with. You were pleasantly surprised when Solomon dragged a heap of blankets into the living room. Simeon carried in a stack of pillows, and, together, they set up a nest large enough for all three of you. They both sat down with a space for you between them and stared up at you, expectingly.

“Well?” Simeon asked.

“Aren’t you going to join us?” Solomon added.

[stilwaterangel]

#8 for Angel and Johnny :)

8. Confessions ; prompt challenge - set somewhere near the end of sr2. 1.4k words.

Y’know, it’s honestly surprising that this hasn’t happened sooner. ‘This’ being the big feelings talk, or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

It’s been a long time coming, really, and there’s been more than a handful of moments throughout their lives that could have almost been this moment; God knows they’ve been inches away from kissing on at least three separate occasions, and Angel likes to fondly reminisce on the nights they’d go out clubbing and things would get a little too close, a little too handsy.

Still, they’ve never really properly addressed it. Angel had always guessed it was pretty obvious on his end, what with his lingering stares and obnoxious flirting and the way he does anything and everything to be close to Johnny—he figured that Johnny got the message, it’s hard not to, but wasn’t interested in that way, probably doesn’t swing that way at all, and was politely ignoring his advances so as not to ruin their beautiful platonic friendship. Their bromance, of sorts, except with like, touching a little too near to hips sometimes and lips being suspiciously close.

Angel tries not to think about it.

It’s been several years since they met, since Angel had joined the Saints, and it’s been a rough past few months in particular. If losing Carlos wasn’t enough, he found out all that shit about Julius and Dex, and now they have fucking special forces from Ultor on their ass.

Regardless, they try to find time for positivity, or at least short moments to relax amidst all the chaos. Shaundi had taken Pierce and a bunch of saints out on business, saying something about how she’ll keep Ultor occupied and to “chill out, boss!”, and left Angel alone with Johnny.

(She’d also pulled him aside privately before she left, giving him a serious staredown. 

“You better talk to him,” she raises a finger, stern, pointing a long purple nail at him, “I’m serious, Angel. I’m like, soooo sick of hearing you pine and get all sappy and shit.”

Angel frowns, rolls his eyes, and looks away from her knowing gaze.

“I do not pine,” he mutters, “and I’m definitely not sappy—aren’t you supposed to be my girlfriend? What do you get out of this?”

“I get to see my boyfriend be happy,” she leans up to kiss him on the cheek, chaste, and then punches him in the arm, “figure your shit out, boss.”)

There’s a weirdly awkward silence between them. Or Angel just feels awkward, because Johnny seems uncaring, clumsily wiping at his eye under his glasses and then dropping down onto the sofa, kicking his feet up on the table and looking over at Angel.

“What’s up?” He stretches his arms behind his head, the sleeves of his shirt pulling tight around his biceps, “you said you wanted to talk.”

He did say that, but like, he was lying. Angel does not want to talk. More like he has to, at this point, because he can’t keep doing any more restless nights thinking about the way Johnny’s eyes look when he takes his sunglasses off, or the way his smile is slightly uneven when he grins, and the charming sound of his laugh when Angel tells him a joke. There are other thoughts, of course, that he feels slightly bad about thinking of his best friend, but he can’t help it—it’s not his fault that he can’t shake the feeling of Johnny’s hand on his lower back when he slips past him in a crowd, the warmth of his breath on his ear when he leans in to whisper something private and the low voice he does it in, how he bites his lip to hold back a smirk when Angel teases him with a flirty comment.

He has to get this over with. Worst case scenario, everything is awkward forever. That’s fine. He can live with that.

“Boss?” Johnny snaps him out of his thoughts, “come on, man, you’re startin’ to worry me now.”

“Nah, it’s not serious,” Angel shrugs, settling down on the couch next to him, kicking Johnny’s feet off the table with his own.

They play a little footsie for a few minutes, fighting over who gets to keep their feet up, until Angel ends up swinging his legs over Johnny’s thighs and sitting somewhat in his lap; Johnny doesn’t seem to care, resting his arms over Angel’s legs and idly playing with the frays of his denim shorts.

Angel swallows down the lump in his throat, nerves kicking in. Ugh.

“Just—” he sighs, starts again, avoiding Johnny’s curious gaze, “look, I don’t know how to say this when I’m pretty sure you probably already know, and like, you’re just not mentioning it to save me the embarrassment and whatever, and I’m actually not that good at talking about my feelings—”

“Wait, wait,” Johnny interjects, cutting through Angel’s rambling, his hand stilling over Angel’s knee, “feelings?”

Angel winces. He watches Johnny shift out of the corner of his eye, moving to sit up properly, and it jostles Angel in his lap; still, he doesn’t push him away, which is a good start.

“Yeah, feelings,” Angel shrugs, staring down at his feet, “like, me having feelings for you. Y’know.”

It’s funny, Angel knows he’s usually so loud and annoying and getting on everyone’s last nerve, and he’s not afraid to start fights or cause shit or say what needs to be said—he wasn’t shy when he started dating Shaundi, and he’s never been all that shy with his previous partners or flings.

The difference is that it’s Johnny. Johnny Gat, Angel’s best friend, the first person to actually start giving a shit about him in the Saints, trigger-happy and charismatic and intimidating and kind of insane, in the best way. There’s something about those extra two years in age he has over Angel and the four inches in height, the confidence he has when he speaks, his unwavering devotion to the people he loves, his boldness and the way he can match Angel tease-for-tease and flirt-for-flirt and punch-for-punch.

He makes Angel nervous. It’s something he’s rarely felt before, not with people, and it’s scary.

There’s a tap to his knee, and then another, a rhythmic pattern. Angel glances up to find Johnny smiling at him, coy. Smug.

“I’ll bite,” he says, giving a little smirk before looking away, teasing, “what kinda feelings are we talkin’ about?”

Oh. Well. Maybe it isn’t the worst case scenario.

“Hm…” Angel tilts his head, considering how to play this. He feels like he’s said it enough times already, not wanting to repeat the word feelings for the fiftieth time, and he knows that Johnny knows that—Johnny knows what he means, knows what fucking type of feelings. He’s just toying with him, making him say it.

He won’t fold that easily, not now that he knows they’re teasing, that Johnny is receptive to it. The back-and-forth between them has always been the best part.

“Why don’t you guess?”

A quiet settles between them at that, comfortable this time, only broken by the nearby radio playing something on K12, the low hums and buzzing of experimental electronica filling the air. Johnny stops his tapping to drag a finger across Angel’s skin, gentle and soft, tracing a burn scar up his leg and then stopping at his thigh.

“Nah. Don’t need to,” he says, pulling Angel closer and then reaching up to run a hand through his hair, toying with the blonde curls, “c’mere.”

He’s pulled forward into a light kiss, just a press of lips and nothing excessive, but he inhales sharply and feels his heart flutter for a second before sitting back. Johnny’s hand slides to the nape of his neck, thumb rubbing idly against his skin, soothing, and Angel can’t hold back the goofy grin on his face.

“So, what,” he laughs, throwing his arms over Johnny’s shoulders, “are we like, boyfriend and boyfriend now?”

“Listen, I’ll be real with you boss, I figured we were dating weeks ago,” Johnny gives a smug little smirk, “I just thought you were takin’ shit slow. Super fuckin’ slow.”

Angel blinks at him.

He immediately climbs up out of Johnny’s lap and grabs his hand, tugging him up off the couch and dragging him in the direction of the spare bedroom.

“You’re telling me I’ve been missing out on weeks of action?” Angel lightly shoves him, “I gotta call Shaundi and tell her to stay out a little longer.”

Johnny laughs loudly as the bedroom door closes.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [02]

Monologue

After releasing me from my cell,

Subaru-kun firmly grabbed hold of my arm,

before walking straight ahead.

Azusa-kun and Kou-kun followed suit,

sticking to either side of me

as if they were watching my every move. 

I felt like a seized outlaw who had committed a crime,

and whom they could not let escape under any circumstances.

I can’t believe Subaru-kun is treating me like this,

when we’re supposed to be a couple.

I can feel the back of my eyes burning. 

Like I was ready to burst into tears of sadness any second now.

All of it felt like a bad dream.

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet Manor

Subaru: Why are you shaky in your step? Can’t you walk straight?

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Ugh.

( His grip on my arm is painful...Even though Subaru-kun is a little rough around the edges, he’s supposed to be incredibly kind deep down.

( I can’t believe he’s pulling onto my arm so violently, practically dragging me along...This isn’t like him. )

( He really does not remember me in the slightest. )

...Uhm, where are we going exactly?

Kou: Weren’t you listening to us earlier? We told you that Carla-kun wants to see you, remember?

Azusa: The living room...Carla is waiting...

Subaru: Why bother askin’ in the first place? It’s not like you have any other choice but to obey us.

Yui: ...

( Perhaps he’s right. But I don’t care what the topic is, I just want to talk to Subaru-kun... )

Azusa: ...Huh?

I smell...something sweet. Eve, it’s coming from you...

Yui: ...Eh? Me?

Kou: You’re right! This sweet, delicious scent is most definitely coming from your blood, isn’t it?

For it to be so noticeable...Subaru-kun, did you perhaps!?

Azusa: Did you drink her blood...? Carla will get mad at you, if you do things without his permission...

Subaru: Like I give a damn ‘bout that.

Kou: You’re so stubborn, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Shut the fuck up! I’m doing the bare minimum to help that dude become the Supreme Overlord. 

Like I’m gonna let him dictate my whole life to me.

Yui: ( Seems like Azusa-kun and Kou-kun are pretty loyal to Carla-san. )

( But the same can’t be said about Subaru-kun. )

( Also, I wonder if Carla-san actually thinks of Vampires as his brothers? )

( I just can’t imagine a Founder such as himself letting that pass. )

( But if they’ve been living together as brothers...I guess it wouldn’t feel odd to him. )

( Even if it’s just one person, I wish there was someone who also realized that something is off about this situationーー )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: Carla-kun. I’ve brought Subaru-kun and Eve with me.

Carla: Yes. Go ahead and take a seat over there. I have something to talk about.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( They really are interacting like normal brothers would. Which means Carla-san’s memories are messed up as well. )

Carla: Well then, our House has successfully claimed Eve, who shall be our clue to discovering the path to becoming the Supreme Overlord. 

However, simply taking her in has not made us any wiser on how exactly to achieve this. 

I doubt the other Houses will give up on getting their hands on her until someone has officially risen the throne.

We will definitely be attacked from the outside. Do not let your guard down and give the opponent a chance to take advantage of this.

Kou: Roger! Leave it to us!

Laito: We won’t let anyone have her.

Carla: Very well. Be cautious of the other Houses’ movements and heed my every order. 

I shall not allow any acts of defiance to ensure our victory over the other Houses.

Kou: We know. Nobody’s going to go against your orders.

Laito: It’s a pain, but I guess it can’t be helped. I’ll help out so I can reap some of the benefits as well.

Azusa: Besides...We don’t want to lose any family members...

Subaru: I don’t care as long as we can put an end to this ridiculous fight. I’ll help out until that happens.

Carla: Hmph. ...It seems that each of you have your own thoughts on the situation, but as long as you are willing to act as my pawns, I shall not complain.

Until I become the Supreme Overlord.

Kou: So, how are we going to tackle this concretely? Eve is here with us now, but do you think you’ll be able to become Supreme Overlord?

Do you feel like...a sudden increase in your power? Or as if an ingenious plan is going to spark inside your head...?

Carla: ... I have not experienced such developments. To be quite frank, I have yet to come up with a way.

Laito: Ah, I see. You sounded very confident, so I figured you at least had some sort of clue.

Carla: Not in the slightest. Hence, there is something I would like to ask you, Eve.

Yui: Me...?

Carla: One night has passed since you have been in our possession. However, I have not experienced any changes.

Could it be that there are other conditions aside from claiming you?

Yui: Conditions to become Supreme Overlord, you mean?

Carla: If anything comes to mind, I want you to share them with me.

If you make a foolish attempt to hide such information from me, I shall not show any mercy, not even to you.

Yui: No way...

( He says all these things, but I don’t know anything either. )

( However, this doesn’t seem like the right moment to admit that. )

Carla: ...

*Thud*

Yui: U-Uhm...Is something the matter, Carla-san?

( He suddenly got up from his seat and is stepping towards me...I wonder what has gotten into him? )

Carla: ...Keep still.

*Thud*

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Wha...!?

Kou: Eh~? You’re so bold, Carla-kun~

Laito: What suddenly got you into the mood~?

Carla: Woman, show me your shoulder.

Yui: Eh!? Cut it out, please! Carla-san!

Carla: ...What do we have here? 

Yui: ( Ah, there’s still a mark from when Subaru-kun sucked my blood inside the prison cell... )

( He’ll realize that somebody fed off me...! )

Carla: I was wondering why you were smelling so strongly this whole time, but this explains it.

Where did this bite mark come from?

Yui: Well...

ー Carla steps back

Carla: Who sucked Eve’s blood without my permission?

Laito: It wasn’t me. I’ve been here with you this whole time, remember?

Kou: ...

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( The mood got really tense because of Carla’s intimidating aura. )

( I wonder what will happen if he finds out that it was Subaru-kun who sucked my blood...? )

Subaru: ...Haah. I’m the one who did it.

Yui: ( Eh? Subaru-kun admitted it to him...!? )

Carla: So it was you. You acted of your own accord, did you not?

Subaru: There was food right in front of me so I dug in. I don’t see why I’d need your permission for those kinds of things.

Carla: No, you do. As long as Eve can serve as the key to becoming the Supreme Overlord, I cannot allow you to do with her as you please.

Subaru: Che, buzz off...

Azusa: Acting without permission will lead to conflict...Brothers should try to get along...

Laito: I didn’t expect Subaru-kun, our little late bloomer, to be the first one to take a bite out of Eve~

Kou: Well, I can imagine it’d be difficult to hold back after smelling this sweet scent. Still, he didn’t even try to hold back.

Carla: ...Her scent, you say? I have to agree that her blood has a unique fragrance to it which normal blood does not have.

Eve’s blood, huh? 

Could it be that it is her special blood which will lead to becoming the Supreme Overlord?

Yui: I don’t know anything...

Carla: That is not an issue. I simply have to try everything I can.

ー Carla approaches once more

Carla: Take your blood for example, all I have to do is suck it to test my theory.

Yui: Suck, don’t tell me...!? P-Please stop!

*Rustle*

Carla: Do not make a fuss. No matter how hard you try to fight back, you stand no chance against me. Hah...Nnh...

ー Carla bites her

Yui: ...Uu...

( It hurts...He’s forcibly sinking his fangs into my body while keeping me restrained...! )

Ow...Sto...

Subaru: Oi, wait, Carla.

Yui: ( Eh? Subaru-kun...? )

Selection

→ Is he trying to save me? (♡)

Yui: ( Did he try to save me, perhaps? )

Subaru: Should you be doin’ this? She seems to be in a lot of pain.

Don’t you think that maybe you won’t be able to become Supreme Overlord if she hates you?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun’s memories have been altered right now, so he doesn’t know the real reason why. )

( But could he be trying to get Carla-san to let go of me...? )

( Perhaps his feelings for me still remain somewhere deep down, even though he doesn’t remember...? )

→ Does he consider me his own prey? (🖤)

Yui: ( Did he try to stop Carla-san just now? )

( But I guess he only did so because he thinks of me as his own prey? )

Subaru: Don’t make us sit through this bullshit. If you wanna suck her blood, go get a room. 

Yui: ( Subaru-kun still gets upset from watching someone suck my blood. )

( I guess I can take that as a sign that some of his feelings for me still remain, right? )

Carla: ...Guh.

What is the issue with this blood? It is simply revolting.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Subaru. I cannot comprehend that you could stomach this.

Subaru: Haah? Is it that bad?

Carla: Yes, it is. I did not expect Eve’s blood to taste this foul. I have lost interest.

Yui: ( Right. My blood tastes disgusting to a Founder like Carla-san, because it hasn’t been purified. )

Kou: I see, it tastes bad, huh? Then it only seems less likely to lead us to a clue to becoming the Supreme Overlord, right?

Carla: ...No, I’d argue the exact opposite.

Laito: The opposite?

Carla: I believe that this foul taste is a sign that Eve is not quite ready.

Will the path towards becoming the Supreme Overlord open once her blood has fully ripened...?

Yui: ( Eh? Is that how it works...? )

Laito: So we have to ripen her blood? In that case, how about allowing her freedom?

Carla: Why?

Laito: If you want to make her blood more delicious, you shouldn’t lock her up down in the dungeon.

I’m pretty sure that if you cause too much stress, it’ll negatively effect a girl’s body in various ways.

We’ve got plenty of empty rooms, so why not give her more of a warm welcome?

Carla: ...I see. We will need Eve’s cooperation to unlock the path to becoming Supreme Overlord sooner or later.

I doubt we will see much improvement if we keep her imprisoned in the dungeon under Subaru’s supervision forever.

Kou: Hmー In other words, you’ll be able to become Supreme Overlord once her blood becomes delicious?

Azusa: Will it taste better once ripened...?

Subaru: ...I didn’t think her blood tasted that bad though.

Laito: Maybe you just don’t have a sense of taste?

Subaru: Hah!? As if!

Kou: In that case, we’ll give her blood a taste as well. Then we’ll know the answer, right?

Laito: Besides, if we all suck her blood together, it might just trigger something.

Azusa: If that’ll improve the taste of her blood...I’ll help out as well...

Yui: ( This seems to be heading into a dangerous direction. At this rate... )

Carla: ...Very well.

At present, we do not have any notable clues.

If it can take us even one step closer to the title of Supreme Overlord, I shall give all of you permission to have her blood.

Yui: No way! That’s not up to you to decide...!

Carla: The stimulation it provides might trigger some kind of change within her.

Laito: I see, so we can suck her blood as well, right? The scent has been so intense this whole time, I can’t resist it~ 

Kou: How generous of you, Carla-kun.

Azusa: Aren’t you happy, Eve...? I’m sure your blood will turn out delicious this way...

Subaru: ...

Yui: No way...

Please wait, Carla-san. I’m not the Eve you all think I am...

Carla: Silence. I never asked for your opinion.

Yui: ...!?

Carla: However, as we discussed earlier, you will now be treated with the utmost of care.

You lot must be careful about how you behave around her as well. By no means must you spoil her blood in any way.

Kou: Roger.

Laito: Gotcha~ I’ll follow that rule.

Azusa: Yeah...I’ll do as you say...

Subaru: ...Che...

Carla: Eve, you no longer need to return to your cell. I shall give you one of the spare rooms.

You can spend your time there from here on out. It should be a vast improvement in terms of comfort.

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: Subaru. Escort Eve to an empty room.

Subaru: Yeah.

Oi, follow me.

Yui: ...

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ( I’m glad that I’ve been released from my cell but I can’t genuinely be happy about the situation... )

Uhm, Subaru-kun...? Do you really not remember me at all?

Subaru: Lay it off already. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know you!?

Yui: But...You don’t mind that other people will suck my blood?

I don’t want anyone but you biting me. 

Doesn’t it make you feel a little uncomfortable? If that’s the case, then those are your true...

*THUD*

Subaru: Shut up!

Yui: Eek...!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Stop making all those assumptions. Didn’t you hear me when I told you to lay it off?

Or maybe I need to punch some sense into you?

In that case, I wouldn’t mind suckin’ you dry right here, right now?

Yui: ( He’s whispering in my ear...! )

Subaru: That’ll shut you up and I’ll no longer have to deal with Carla actin’ like he’s the shit all the time.

Yui: ...

Subaru: What’s the matter? Are you that scared, you can’t even talk anymore?

Yui: ...You won’t do that. Not you.

Subaru: Hah?

Yui: I know. You always throw around violent threats like that, but deep down, you’re more kind than anyone else.

That’s why you definitely wouldn’t do something so horrible.

Subaru: What kind of nonsense are you spoutin’...?

Yui: ( It isn’t nonsense! Remember who you really are...! )

...

Subaru: ...Fuck.

Listen carefully, you are Eve. Nothing more than that.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun... )

( I’m not Eve. I don’t know about this whole ‘Supreme Overlord’ thing. )

( I wonder if I’ll have to continue living like this, being targeted by everyone, without even knowing why exactly...? )

( Even if I try to reach out for help, it doesn’t seem like anyone here will be on my side. )

( Not even Subaru-kun, who has always been my most reliable ally, will even look at me right now. )

( Subaru-kun, have you truly forgotten about your real brothers and the fact that we’re dating...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[voidthewanderer]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @bury-me-standing for today! Thanks!

The sketch layer, just like the last post with this pic, is hidden because it's just nothing but chaos with it showing. I'm taking a little bit more time to study some of my favorite artists and how they draw ghoul noses because I really just gotta figure it out having a majority ghoul character line up. So yeah, working on Ripper holding his kid.

But also, here, have some of the draft from A Different Life because I've been working on it pretty religiously as well. Here's the first few paragraphs of the second draft of chapter three. It's supposed to be a little bit more of a feel good type story with some minor, more realistic everyday conflicts rather than some of the over the more major conflicts that happen less often.

“Arsenic…”

The ghoul gave a soft groan, rolling over slightly, though didn’t open his eyes.

“Arsen~”

The voice had a soft warble to it now, despite the roughness. A soft touch on his arm garnered another soft groan, his own voice reflecting his groggy state, “Babe…”

“Baby, wake up…” Another hum, the hand lightly caressing his arm. His muscle twitched slightly at the touch, him finally opening an eye, smile soft on his lips, “What is it, babe?”

“I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, tucking his elbows beneath his back to prop himself up, “Damn… we get engaged an’ I get t’ have ya back in my life again. What more could I get t’ make this even better?”

“Get up and I’ll show you,” Crow chirped, ducking in to peck his cheek; him humming softly at the affection. He stretched slightly before pushing himself out of the bed to get dressed. Nothing major, at least not for today since he wasn’t cooking; a plain tank top and sweatpants. As he turned back to face Crow, he’d caught their gaze wandering before completely adverting it when they noticed they’d been caught. A smirk crept on his face, “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, babe?”

“Just come on,” Crow turned and trotted out of the room before Arsenic could even take his first step, needing to widen his stride to catch up the the smaller ghoul. He could tell that they were still at least curious about everything, but was having a hard time processing their actual thoughts when it was brought up. It was a topic that they’d only discussed once and that had been the day they got together. Nobody knew what tragedy would happen eight months later…

Crow led Arsenic to the communal kitchen, holding a mug out to him, “Here.”

He glanced to it, confused, “What’s all this?”

“Well…we never really got to, y’know, start our lives as a couple. To really do things as a couple living together. I wanna start with this.” This raised a smile, his voice much softer than before as he carefully took the mug, “Of course, baby…”

Once Crow had grabbed their mug, the duo headed to the couch. Arsenic only had a moment to get settled before Crow practically curled up into his lap, hugging their mug close to their chest and pulling his free arm around their waist. He tightened his hold, shifting his legs so they were cradled against him, “There we go…”

They fell into a peaceful quiet, the warmth of just being together comforting. Some of the other ghouls started to shuffle about in their own morning routines before heading out to work. None of them paid any mind to the couple; though most feared that they’d probably get ripped a new one if they made a comment. Crow cuddled up more against Arsenic’s chest, him stifling a groan as they spoke, “What’d’ya think? Maybe we can get up early, make ourselves some coffee together and just… cuddle. I know you’re really not the type to but-”

“Shh… I’d love t’ keep doin’ this,” he chuffed, “Gotta remember, I was on th’ go for a long damn time. Don’t gotta do that anymore. Somethin’ small like this? It’ll be nice. This is my home. An’ I think it’ll be a learning experience for us both.”