#i love this song and couldnt help myself

[mobiusmybeloved]

Merry Christmas DPS Fandom 🫶🎄

[aria0fgold]

Sorry I'm not your God (神様じゃなくてごめんね) Romaji Lyrics

Nee,

Kimi kara mite boku no kao wa

Nani iro ni mieteru no kana

Hontō wa kimi ga egaku yōna

Sunda iro nanka janainda

Monogatari no shujinkō mitaina

Seigi no hīrō no yōna

Kodo to kotoba o nazotta

Sono kekka ga ima no bokudatta dakenanda

Shinzō ni tenteki o sasu yōna utade

Asa o ikinobite wa

Yoru no omosa ni kubi o shimerare nagara

Iki mo tamerare yashinai

Nigiri tsudzuketeita shinzō mo

Dareka no bunda to shitteshimatta

Sono kuse dareka o sukuitakatta

Sore ga hontō no boku nanda

Aa,

Shōdoteki na aide sukuwaretakunai yo

Nante mie o hatte itteshimatta

Kakkoyokunakute gomen ne

Aa,

Sekai yori kimi o erabutte

Minna ni ichatta

Kono ude wa ni hon shikanai no ni sa

Kamisama janakute gomen ne

Aa,

Furimaita nasake ga

Kiba ni natte osōtekichatta

Kitto subete yuruseru to omotta

Tsuyokunakutte gomen ne

Aa,

Tsunaideta te o hanashite

Kimi o oite ichatta

Kimi o mamoru tame no hazudattanda

Kamisama janakute gomen ne

Kitto boku wa yasashii hito

Demo kimi wa boku yori yasashii hito

Yasashii hito bakari kizutsuiteiku

Kono dōshiyō mo nai sekai de sa

Kitto boku wa orokana hito

Demo kimi mo onnaji orokana hito

Dakara wakattekureru to omotta

Sore o negatteshimattanda

Aa,

Kitto boku wa yasashii hito

Demo kimi ga boku yori yasashii hito

Dōka kimi dake wa boku mitaini sa

Hikari o miushinatte shimawanaide

Kitto boku wa orokana hito

Demo kimi mo onnaji orokana hito

Dakara kimi ga nami o omōka wakaru yo

Konna ketsumatsu jaiyada yo ne

Aa,

Tsuranuita shisō ga

Dareka no kokoro o koroshichatta

Sore dake ga tadashii to omotta

Kirai ni narenakute gomen ne

Aa,

Itsu no hi ka nageta kotoba ga

Zenbu kaettekichatta

Kono ondo wa tashika ni aru no ni sa

Kamisama janakute gomen ne

Aa,

Sayonara o shinai tameni

Kōsuru shika nakattanda

Kimi no me ni tayoritaku natteshimatta

Risō ni narenakute gomen ne

Aa,

Zen jinrui o aisu nante koto wa

Dekinakatta yo

Dakara dōka boku o urandekure

Kamisama janakute gomen ne

[rain-bowxx]

crimson rivers (by bizarrestars) is changing my life and altering my personality again i also read that spin-off and i cried so hard i couldnt see. what year is it? where am i? what am i?

[naturesesme]

Once More With Feeling

Characters: SISTER SADNESS to @augustcavaliere & @erenxdemir Songs: Bloom and Bloom (Reprise), both from Joseph King of Dreams OST Note: These aren't starters, but muses are welcomed to reply to sing back

The two women do not see each other, or at least they don't seem to acknowledge one another as they both find places near the couple - August and Eren. August seems to realize something with the sound of music and he turns away from Eren. Eren finds a seat further away from the witch he loves, even as August turns to glance once more towards him.

"You've seen the damage words can do," Esme sings as she watches her brother sadly, "when full of thoughtless pride... Now heed the wiser voice in you that calls to be your guide." The druids looks down at the flowers grow around her, the unicorns that knicker as they sniff at the blooms. "The flowers reaching for the sun are all uniquely blessed... But though each is special not a one is better than the rest."

Even as the song continues, Esme stops singing as Vivianne now takes up the song. She's a few feet away, sitting down as she watches August looks away from Eren once more. "Bloom, bloom, may you know... the wisdom only time breeds. There's room, bloom and you'll grow... to follow where your heart leads. Bloom and may you bring your colours to the vast bouquet. There's room, bloom, learn one thing... Your gifts are meant to give away."

The song continues in sweet and gentle instrumentals for a moment before it seems that August changes his mind about returning to Eren, his gaze turning away from the druid.

"... How long must there be anger here before we can rejoice?" Vivianne sings as she now stands up, watching August move away and back into the crowd. She turns away from him then and sings on her own. "Embracing love instead of fear is but a simple choice."

"It's hard for me to see you fall... So bitter and so blind," both Vivianne and Esme sing together in their seperate places as sisters. "When the truest nature of us all invites us to be kind..."

Esme now takes up the song on her own, walking towards a troubled Eren sitting on his own. "Bloom, bloom, may you know... The wisdom only time breeds. There's room, bloom and you'll grow... To follow where your heart leads. Bloom and may you live the way your life was meant to be. There's room, bloom and forgive..."

"May sweet compassion set you free," Vivianne ends the song, walking away in the opposite direction that August had left. Esme smiles softly and sits beside her brother.

[bbyobbyo]

Remembering all your boyfriend's drunk habits? That's the easy part. But taking care of him? Well, he makes that part easy too.

content: fluff, established relationship, drunk!(and then hungover!)chan, mentions of food, so much domesticity, they're literally so in love with each other it's disgusting

wc: 1.2k

note: still trying to figure out my writing style and doing some experimenting with povs and such 😭 this one was a horribly self indulgent one tho...food is my love language and when it was revealed that dino only eats ramen when hes hungover i couldnt help myself lol. i really just take any tidbit of info these men divulge and run with it into delululand huh. anyways please enjoy and as always comments and feedback are appreciated 🥺

You knew Chan liked to drink. It wasn't an actual problem, but it happened often enough that you had come to expect him to come back to your shared apartment after a night out stumbling and slurring his words.

Not that your boyfriend was the dark brooding serious type, but you find the change from his usually composed and witty self to someone who could erupt into a mess of giggles and burst into song and obnoxious yelling at any moment quite jarring. But you couldn't say you hated it either.

No, drunk Chan was different. Drunk Chan was straightforward, every single emotion flashing onto his face like a billboard. The Chan that normally would throw a quip back when teased would suddenly turn into a whiny child with a yapping problem.

Your sober Chan was careful, he was always fearful of letting you know if there was anything bothering him (much to your dismay). Even when he hits a breaking point, you would never catch it on his mannerisms. Instead he opted to deal with his emotions himself, or occasionally in the form of a passive aggressive text laced with smiley faces to whoever scorned him.

Where sober Chan could be quite shy with his affections toward you in public, drunk Chan would cling to your body like a koala to a tree, protesting anytime you wanted to brush him off for some air.

But you loved him, drunk or sober. You loved that he could let loose sometimes and truly let his inner self be free, knowing that he was in good company and that he would be accepted no matter what, inside and out. And you took it upon yourself to take care of him in all his states.

And that's how you ended up at 1am with a grown man leaning on your shoulder as you help him take his shoes off in the doorway of his own damn apartment.

"Buuuut baaabe...!" He whined into your ear as he manages to fling off the remaining shoe from his foot. "I wanna eat chicken nuggiessss."

Your smile spread uncontrollably across your face and you maneuver around him to take off his jacket next. "I would make you chicken nuggies, but it's 1am and you hate eating late at night."

There's silence for a moment as your intoxicated boyfriend seems to ponder your words. You take advantage of his stillness to slip the jacket off his sleeves and guide him to the bedroom.

You gently shush him with your finger, "If I'm always right, then you'll listen to me when I tell you to go get washed up right, big guy?" You take the opportunity to give him a small peck on his pouty lips as you throw a fresh pair of boxers onto his lap. He only smiles in response and begins his lazy waddle to the bathroom only to emerge minutes later, crawling into the sheets and enveloping your body with his own and knocking out.

"Oh no, you're right," he finally responds as he plops onto your bed, his lips pressed into a pout you can only describe as cute. "What would I do without you babe? You're always right, you know me better than I do sometimes and I really love that about you and ya'kno..."

-

To no one's surprise, you wake up before Chan. The intensity of the light that filters through your bedroom window tells you it's already quite late in the morning. But that's alright, you cleared your schedule for one thing and for one thing only.

You take a moment to soak in his soft features, bathing in the sunlight that leaks through the curtains. Everything from the curve of his eyelashes to his sharp jawline is perfect, just as the day you saw him. You don't get to see him like this often, as he's always been a busybody for as long as you knew him, but you think that this might be one of your favorite views in the world.

You scoot out of the bed as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb the soft rise and falls of your boyfriend's bare chest as he slumbers, but not before pressing a light kiss to his forehead. His nose scrunches up momentarily before settling again as you laugh, leaving for the kitchen satisfied that the love of your life was getting the rest he deserved. Your morning routine goes smoothly and soon enough you hear the sound of sheets shuffling, signaling the real start to your day.

You're by his side in a record amount of time, sitting on the edge of your shared bed while sliding a glass of water and a painkiller onto his nightstand. Amongst a tangle of sheets, your boyfriend lays still, eyes not quite open yet. "Good morning, handsome" you whisper softly, seeing how a smile immediately spreads across his face.

"My head is actually killing me. Sorry if I'm a zombie today, I just wanna eat some r-"

"Ramen?" you finish for him. There's nothing but love and adoration behind your eyes as you softly comb through his messy bedhead with your fingers. "I know baby, I already have some water boiling on the stove. Drink the water and take the painkillers, it'll be ready by the time you come out."

"God, have I told you I love you? Because I don't do it nearly enough." He groans out in his raspy morning voice. You just laugh and press a swift kiss to his forehead, doing good on your promise as you walk back out to the kitchen.

Before long, you hear the heavy footsteps of a sleepy man make its way into the room. They stop right as they approach you and you feel strong arms wrap around your waist as you add the finishing garnishes to the bowl of noodles you just made. "Smells so nice" Chan murmurs, face buried in the crook of your neck.

"What, me or the ramen?" you tease back, gently shaking him off of you as you place the bowl on the table. "Or... these?" You pull the handle of the air fryer sitting next to the stove to reveal several golden brown dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.

The scene before you is as mundane as can be: a Saturday morning spent with your extremely hungover boyfriend barely awake in nothing but his boxers slurping instant noodles on the kitchen counter.

Chan's eyes light up. "Oh my god, you remembered?!" A toothy smile permanently stuck on his face as you plated the nuggets to join his bowl of ramen. "Of course, how could I forget my boyfriend whining for nuggieesssss last night?" He fakes an offended scoff but relents as he finally digs in.

But to you it's anything but mundane, cherishing these little moments that seem few and far between as both of your schedules get busier and busier.

It's not the first time you've heard him say this exact sentence, and it probably won't be the last. But one thing you knew for certain as you stare into the most loving eyes you've ever seen is that you were always the lucky one.

"How did I get this lucky to have you in my life?" he suddenly remarks in between mouthfuls.

[hballegro]

So Alright, Cool, Whatever

its not like i've got something grand to say to you

'So Alright, Cool, Whatever' by the Happy Fits [from Concentrate]

first time makin one of these so. could be shitty. created because spotify recommended i add this song to my BJ playlist and i went 'ur so right bestie' and here we are. the most polished section is from the shoulder nuzzling to 'same size same shape'. if u couldnt tell. rip. i had like 80% of that section done from the start lol

HERES MY CITATIONS READ EM AND WEEP cause i did; there arent timestamps because im incredibly tired. some of the scenes should be 'hallmarks' though to help u find ur way around. it SHOULD all be in order tho.

The smell of music

Lil

GFA

Where theres a will theres a war

GFA

Novocain mutiny

Joker is wild

Aint love grand

Hepatitis

Morale victory

Welcome to korea 1

Welcome to korea 2

Deluge

Preventative Medicine

War for all seasons

Mail call 3

The Kids

Aint love grand 

Trick or treatment

Private Finance

Private Finance [same scene]

Hawk’s nightmare

Soldier of the month

Morale victory

War for all season

Preventative Medicine

Lil

The Winchester Tapes

Tea and empathy

Are You Now, Margaret

Preventative Medicine 

Mr n Mrs Who

Yalu brick

None Like it Hot

The Tooth Shall Set You Free

Hepatitis

None Like it Hot

Bj papa san

Yessir baby

The Most Unforgettable Characters

Oh how we danced

Oh how we danced

Aint love grand

Period of adjustment

Mail call 3

War Co-Respondent

Life time

The Life You Save

No sweat

Preventative Medicine

Flagg

Depressing news

Father’s Day

War Co-Respondent

Mr n Mrs Who

War for all seasons

Soldier of the month

Peace on us

No Laughing Matter

No Laughing Matter

Mr n Mrs Who

Rumor at the Top

Patent 4077

Letters

Morale Victory

Mr n Mrs Who

The Bilford Syndrome

Morale victory again 

GFA

Tell it to the marines

Tell it to the marines

Morale victory

Soldier of the month

Birthday girls

War Co-Respondent 

Soldier of the month YET AGAIN

GFA

GFA

shoutout hawkeye for not once but twice looking at bj's lips on beat without me trying to make him do that

also i kept going 'wow i kept using these episodes a lot of times' i am lucky i managed to contain myself and only do the hugs from Aint Love Grand ONCE. there were FOUR HUGS there. and i picked ONE. thats restraint.

[angelwhisp3rs]

⍣ ೋ star crossed

Pairing: RE4!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Two lovers, destined to not be together all across history

Tags: fluff; angst, a little gory (not descriptive! but tragedies happen); there is a happy ending (i'd kms if it didnt); they just suffer a lot

Notes: imagined that as i listened to a disney songs playlist, and i couldnt hold myself back. This was a little different for me, so any feedback is welcomed (pls be kind ill cry)

Rome, 456.

As the moon reached the sky, shining upon the stars, Empress Serena gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, the future of the Roman Empire: little Leo. He grew to be strong and dashing, a dignified heir to such a impotent throne.

Unfortunately, the royal life proved to be unforgiving with so many obligations, and the certainty that no matter what he did, it would never be enough. 

As the empire went through a rough patch, so did his relationship with the townsfolk - whenever he believed he was doing something helpful, the critics were always the first ones to prove otherwise. 

In a particular evening, an old lady in one of the poorest villages stomped into the castle, and pointed directly at Leo as he sat in his throne, sending a powerful spell on his way: “Your actions ought to be punished for all of your existence, and as long as you live, your heart shall never be free! For all eternity, like the sun and moon, your heart won't be complete!”

With the heavy words, she was escorted away from the palace, as Leo's heart felt heavy. She must be just some crazed lady.

Oh, how wrong he was.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

Through his traveling and diplomatic affairs, Leo met a bright woman in Egypt. Her eyes shined like the brightest constellation in the sky, her wits were unmatched, and her body could lure even the blind. To say he fell in love was an understatement.

“On another visit?” she asked him as they met, her eyebrow arched.

“Egypt is quite successful these days. I can’t miss on opportunities” Leo answered with a knowing smirk, the back of his fingers caressing her jaw.

She looked up at him, her eyes sincere in her feelings as his touch was very welcomed “Opportunities or people?”

“I think you know the answer.” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Their shared moments would be forever marked in his mind, appreciative that he could be the man he was with her, not Rome's Emperor. 

After deciding that she was the only one he ever wanted to marry, they met up in a nice flower camp, as he planned to ask for her forever on the same day. 

As they reached the designated place, Leo managed to get on one knee and pour his heart out to her. When he made the important question, as she was about to answer it, raiders invaded Egypt in a surprise attack, and before she could even say “yes”, the clan leader sliced through her heart, making her fall down and soon Leo followed, throat sliced open by another member. 

As life drained from their bodies, they looked at each other as they bled, their hands touching as they said their last goodbyes.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

France, 1789

Leonidas fought against the imbalance that happened between the poorest and royals. The people were tired of poverty, brought by the dumb decisions of the French Monarchy.

As he disseminated his knowledge and beliefs, a royal carriage passed through, with the Princess inside it. She and Leonidas locked their eyes, and a shiver ran through their bodies. 

The monarchs always had empty eyes, but hers was so alive. She gave him a gentle passing smile - even if he was criticizing her existence, making his heart beat fast.

Whenever royal gatherings happened, Leonidas and his followers were the first ones there protesting. The only one who ever dared to meet them and talk was her. It was bad - his heart throbbed whenever she spoke, her voice acting like a sweet melody to him.

“Another one of your hate campaigns, Leonidas?” she asked, smirking, fanning her painted face with a luxurious fan.

“Just fighting for my people and myself” he answered in a dignified voice, his eyes not breaking eye contact with her.

“Just fighting? If you keep following me I might as well think your objectives involve me, but not as in a revolutionary sense” she winked, hiding her face behind the pink fan.

“Don’t even waste your time thinking about false pretenses” he smirked back, pulling her fan down as he watched her pretty features, all worthy of a Princess.

It was satirical - the biggest fighter against her family was the one who managed to catch her heart. She was usually the quickest one to brush off suitors, but the rebellion leader caught her heart, and she didn't want him to let go.

When Leonidas was finally ready to act on his feelings, the fall of the Bastille happened, and soon did the fall of the monarchy. As a punishment, all were to be beheaded in a public gathering, their heads thrown around to celebrate France’s new beginning.

As she was guided to the guillotine, her eyes locked in his as the blade sliced her, a lonely tear running on her cheeks. 

Leonidas, at that moment, felt hollow and empty, wondering what he did to deserve such feeling.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

Italy, 1944

The war was at its peak, causing pain and destruction anywhere it passed by. Lionel fought bravely battle after battle, trying his hardest to stay safe at least till this he'll was over. 

The highlight among all that destruction was the newest nurse, hair always in carefully made curls, and lips adorned in the most lovely shades as she tended every soldier with care.

Whenever he laid on the infirmary in her care, she always spent the longest on him, sharing heartfelt comments and small jokes, hoping to bring a smile to his serious face. Also, she chose not to mention that his heartbeat was always fast with her - they were in a war after all, they had more serious matters to pay attention to.

“Although it makes me happy to see you, it pains my heart that it needs to involve your pain” she said softly, holding his hand with one of her hands as the other one cleaned his wound.

“I’m tough, if I could I would bruise myself completely to be under your care for days” Lionel answered with a whimper as she hit a soft spot.

“Don’t you ever think about that! I need you in one piece, so we ought to live our lives together, in happiness, after all this tragedy ends” she said in a hopeful tone, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“Do you promise me a nice house and delicious dinners?” he asked playfully, an endearing smile not leaving his face

“Better. I promise you a home” she answered quietly, moving away to tend another soldier's wounds.

After a German attack in a secluded village, the soldiers could only try to pray for any survivors - the attack was brutal. The houses were on the ground, some toys and furniture disorganized all over the place, a gray feeling hanging around their heads.

When the troop was ready to leave, Lionel heard a quiet sound under some rubble, calling his colleagues to check it out. Working their way to the sound, an old lady was buried underneath it, breathing with difficulty.

Lionel didn't think twice and fought to work her out of there, but when she was at his hold, it was already too late. On her last breath, she pressed a palm to his face and whispered “son… It's already late for this life, but I banish the dark hold in your destiny. After so much suffering, your hearts deserve happiness” and with that, she was gone.

Lionel cried, so tired with all the tragedy and death around him, he didn't really understand what she meant, but laid her body in respect and moved forward.

Sadly, no one could predict a blitzkrieg, and one that hit exactly where they moved, and also so near their base - their safety. Lionel was unfortunately one of the victims, the bomb hitting near his body.

The last thing he could comprehend was his body being moved as the pretty nurse moved desperately to save him, crying as she held his body and he finally let go, thinking of their home.

'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵'•.¸♡ ♡¸.•'

USA, 2023

Leon was sore after returning from another mission - one that could be considered a suicide one, but he wasn't that lucky to finally be able to rest peacefully.

He threw his body on his couch, but soon stood up and grunted as he reminded himself that he promised to go to an art exhibition with Claire and Chris, a piece of normalcy in a word reeking with monsters and nightmares.

How Claire managed to get Chris to come to a thing like that? Only God knows, but it would be a welcomed company amongst the bullshit that the art world revolves around.

As they reached the gallery, packed with artists, critics and obnoxious people who saw art in a dot of paint, Claire looked in glee at all the art pieces as Leon and her brother played a game of “blind or high?”, where they tried to guess if the artist was blind while making the piece or just purely high on whatever drug Umbrella passed along the streets to control people.

As they looked at the pieces, Claire stopped specifically at a painting of a couple sitting on a field, a picnic towel underneath them as the sky was purple, with the sun setting down and the moon reaching up. There were some children playing in the background, but much couldn’t be said, as they were mere shadows.

Leon looked at the painting puzzled, something in the art making his heart ache and long for, but he had no idea why. While Chris just whispered a “oh, definitely high” at him, he couldn't answer. The sight felt so familiar, but so painful, that he wanted to cry. Maybe fighting monsters and almost dying everyday was finally getting him.

A lady stopped in front of that painting, and looked at Leon with a witty smile and sparkly eyes “what do you see?”

As he looked at her, it was like the world stopped. She was just an unknown woman, but something felt so familiar in her. His heart was screaming for him to hug and kiss her, and Leon didn't know if he finally went insane or he was just deprived of affection (maybe both, but he didn't want to put a lot of thought into it).

Her hair matched her face perfectly, her makeup was minimal, contrasting with the red lipstick on her inviting lips. Her clothing molded perfectly into her pretty body, and he had to hold himself back from looking at her for too long.

With a deep sigh, he truthfully told her “I'm not good with art… but I think they look like a couple in love. A family, even. Maybe enjoying a picnic on a Sunday” he answered the stranger, holding back a blush.

Claire slapped him, embarrassed “you just described the painting you idiot, she meant more profoundly!”

The lady giggled, making Leon forget how to breathe for a second. She shakes her head and adds “no, I liked his observation. It looks like a dream Sunday, in my opinion” She winked at Leon

Still fighting a blush, he teased back “Okay then, Picasso, what do you see?”

The woman took a long breath and looked at the painting again “I see pain, but also hope. It feels like broken hearts being brought together. Kinda poetic.”

Leon could only look at her and smile, as she did the same. Pain and love. Leon could understand those feelings mixed together.

As they kept talking and walking through the gallery together, they failed to see the owner of the painting, an old woman who watched them with a smirk. 

She turned to her assistant and said “Isn't destiny a funny thing? I guess I have to watch closely for inspiration for my next pieces, I've never gotten the full story before.”

The assistant looked at the artist in confusion, but didn't press the matter. The only thing she could think was: “Guess all the best artists are crazy people.”

[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Coping With a Breakup

(ps guys im not over it leave me alone(i also watched the notebook and i hate myself))

Ponyboy

Reading or writing.

How could you ever hurt this little freshman boy he‘s such a sweetheart

He would probably silently cry into a pillow until he thought his lungs were about to collapse or cave in

if this was now … he‘d chain smoke and listen to lana del rey while looking out a moonlit window

he definitely listens to Elvis to get over it.

I don’t know what exactly he would read to get over it but probably some sad ass Edgar Allan Poe. Annabelle Lee lookin ass.

He‘d write the most heart breaking

tear dripping

heavy breathing sad poetry ever.

show him a romance novel.

he’d never stop reading them until he got over it.

just the bare thought of it drives him nuts.

so he reads.

Johnny

if you hurt this man he would probably hurt himself.

he would dream bout it and wake up in cold sweats, tears running down his face.

in all honesty

i think he‘d be artistic with it

he’d somehow turn each and every single tiny thought into something about you

whether it be thinking about a teddy bear then contorting it into nothing but an image of you and him.

he would never be able to look at the places you went together the same.

he would be an artist.

hand him a pencil and he’ll make your heart break and ache.

might etch and sketch on himself to see if you still care.

ps you obviously do.

Dallas

Doesn’t know how.

All this man does is sleep, drink, fuck, repeat.

being honest this manwhore is probably gonna screw every hoe in Tulsa to try and get his mind off of it,

but every path leads back to what he knows best.

he would smoke more,

party more,

drink away all his problems, etc before facing a problem head on.

people may see him as this

uhh

violent gang member hoodlum kid guy man

but deep down hes really just a kid who wishes he couldve given his momma one more hug

a kid that needed to be loved.

a kid that was never taught how to be loved.

Adelaide

crier.

she’s a big ol’ crier, but it doesnt matter since thats not the only way she copes.

she loves to paint and puts every emotion into her paintings.

she may’ve become a kleptomaniac since she needs the supplies.

the curtis boys would

PERSONALLY

kill you if anything happened to her

one heartbreak and shes done for

love? whats that? it isnt real?

dont hurt her no matter what.

she would also turn to cigarettessss (as if she doesnt smoke enough).

adelaide would develop stage five lung cancer before even admitting that love could in the slightest exist anymore.

Sodapop

working.

soda seems like the kinda guy to go through a breakup and cry a lot

but the only thing that really helped was work.

he’d probably get a raise

yk with how hard and how much he’d be working to get over it.

his siblings would warn him about not overworkimg himself

and guess what.

he didnt listen and got really sick from all the stress.

i know for a fact he would keep away from cigarettes even if someone said they help and he believed it

he would only ever listen to the radio

hoping and praying that when he’d hear a love song he‘d hear your voice

Darrell

probably the most sane of everybody while dealing with his bs

he wld obviously be heart broken

but not to the point he needed some insane coping mechanism.

he would probably meditate.

i mean this is the sixties cmon he’s either gonna do wxxd

or meditate.

as soon as a thought of you came up and his mind started to panic he would sit on the couch and

well.

relax.

he probably has the healthiest coping mechanism he’s definitely got his life together

the others are jealous as fuuuuck

Steve

bro wouldnt eat.

every time he thought about the breakup

he thought it was because he was strong enough

or that he was too chubby for his girl.

one time he passed out while on the way to work and the gang freaked out so bad

they couldnt take him to the hospital so they carried him home and stuck a juice box in his mouth

eventually his ass woke up and they all cheered like the war had just ended “HIP HOORAY!”

but then in all seriousness

he needed to get his weight back up so the curtis kids make him eat at their house

even if he says he ate.

theres always snacks for him laying around thay house from then on out

Two-Bit

drinking.

do i have to explain.

in the novel pony said two-bit was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade…

but for some reason i know he wouldnt shoplift any more.

(he sure did teach adelaide how to tho)

along with his love for “shopping” you gotta remember he’s a heavy alcoholic

he’d drink away all of his problems and thoughts until he blacked out.

his buddies would think its just your average keith

but in all reality he’s really struggling

even though he seems like the usual drunk happy joking guy

HE IS HURTTT.

okay thanks for watching todays vlog

if u ever need to vent please dont be scared to message me bruv im sure Ik how to help.

[staarboyyy]

Hiiii! Let me just say first that I’m absolutely in love with your writings, your literally one of my favourite writers ❤️ anywayyyy , back to the main point.

Basically I’m quite into Barb, there’s something about her being so possessive and it’s driving me nuts! (she’s also just stunning) but I’m so into the thought of being in a relationship with Coop and Barb cause it’s just fascinating. Like I have so many words but can’t find away to communicate it!! Conclusion is that I love Barb and Coop and would loveeee if you wrote something!! Love you lots!!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Summer lovin'

cooper & barbra howard x reader | no pronouns

written by an adults for adults - minors dni

tags / warnings ; costar!reader, hot tub time!, fluff beyond belief, relationship not labeled but everyone flirts with everyone!, alcohol mentions/consumption

summary ; after working on a film with cooper, you never imagined just how charming both of the howards were.

word count ; 1.1k

a / n ; oh. my. GOD!! anon you sweetheart and genius i couldnt resist this 😭💞 as a barb and coop lover myself i had SO much fun writing this drabble, i hope you enjoy !!

You hadn't planned to stick around as long as you had, in truth. You had been working alongside Cooper in his newest film; Everything started like you had dreamed, your own trailer decorated with your inspirations, your costume fittings going smoothly - It felt like a dream come true. Even as your hair, stiff with product, framed your face and you could swear your costume shoes were a size too small, you couldn't help but smile.

That's what Cooper liked about you; That damn sparkle in your eyes that nothing could put out, your lips shaping the script and forming it into a song he could listen to for hours. He also liked how your costume hugged against your frame, sauntering over to you in the early days of shooting and sneaking you a wink when he could. He was a charmer by nature, you told yourself, the mantra of forcing yourself to stay professional ringing sharp in your ears, burning your cheeks a bright pink. The golden band on his finger tugged at your heart strings, strumming them with every stolen glance and hopeless thoughts. You could handle yourself, you could handle a simple charming man from a far - But meeting Barbara changed that as well.

She had been looking for Cooper, finding the pair of you in his trailer, practicing lines. You quickly offered to make yourself scarce, apologizing sincerely for any mix ups - Though she smiled, and it nearly took the breath from you. Cooper liked a good smile, it seemed. Her hands were soft as they met yours, gingerly taking them in her own and smiling with a warmth you couldn't place. The strumming of your heart rushed in your ears, standing between the Howard's with pink cheeks and a small smile.

And that's what Barb liked about you. Your kindness, your genuine love for the things you did and the passion that drove you to do it - So you found yourself now in the cool autumn wind, long after the release of the film, still somehow between the two of them.

"Y'gonna take all day?" Barbara swatted at Cooper's upper arm with a shake of her head at his words. It was no secret the pair had a beautiful home, decorated with grand furniture and the most recent Vaultec technology. You peered through the sliding glass door towards the backyard, your breath stilling for a moment as you saw them in the hot-tub. Cooper had his arm slung around Barbara, nodding along as he listened to her talk about you.

"Is it such a crime to want to look perfect?" Barbara spoke softly, the idea of how you looked in your swimsuit tugging at the edges of her lips into a small smile.

"You two always look perfect. If I'm honest I should be the one takin' my time to gussy up," Cooper tossed a teasing glance towards his wife, her eyes rolling playfully as she waded towards the edge of the tub. Three glasses sat on a small silver tray, Cooper's whiskey, Barbara's martini - And your drink, between the two. You slowly slid the glass door open, the slight chill of the autumn breeze stippling your skin in goosebumps. They didn't mean to stare, but as you walked towards the tub with a sheepish expression, they couldn't help it. At first you were worried, maybe a hair out of place or your bathing suit was too much - But as Cooper waved you over, a weight eased off your shoulders. Steam lifted in clouds above the hot water, becoming more welcoming by the second as the breeze licked at your revealed skin.

"Sorry for taking so long," You waved your hand before you, as if trying to brush away the slight embarrassment tinging at your expression.

"Never apologize for that, sugar." Barb spoke warmly, moving towards you with a glint in her eye, hand wrapped over the tray of drinks. "You're more than worth the wait," She added, offering you her free hand to guide you up the steps. You couldn't help but smile at her, taking her wet hand with a small chuckle as you made your way into the water. It seemed to melt away the goosebumps the lower you sunk into the tub, letting a soft sigh pass your parted lips as you leaned your back against the edge. Barbara hummed, pleased at the sight of both you and Cooper finally able to relax after the hectic filming process. She plucked your glass from the tray, offering it to you as she sipped her own.

"She pulled out all her fancy glasses for you," Cooper moved to sit a bit closer to you, his broad shoulder bumping yours with a chuckle. Barbara's cheeks warmed at both her husbands teasing tone, and the way you took the glass so carefully from her hand.

"I'll make sure to be gentle with them, Missus Howard," Your fingers lingered on hers as she gave you your drink, the motion causing Barbara to bite her lip and shake her head. She couldn't bite back the grin on her lips, eyes lifting from the glass to meet yours, peering through her thick lashes.

"Careful with that smooth talk, she won't let'ya leave sweetheart," Cooper lifted his arm to rest over the edge of the hot tub, letting you shift some of your weight closer towards him. You could hear the wry smile in his voice, a teasing promise you hoped beyond anything they would keep. Barbara waded towards the other side of you, looking over at her husband with a scrunched nose.

"Mm, how about we kick him to the couch tonight?" Barbara joked, leaning into your ear with a soft laugh - Her voice was always soft, velvety as it carried her words with a promising purr. The smell of her perfume caught your senses, an expensive floral scent lacing her every movement and tentative breath. She was breath taking, her free hand moving under the water to find yours below the warped surface. Your fingers grazed together, intertwining slowly as you laughed along, sipping at your drink.

"What are you two schemin' over there?" Cooper asked, dropping his head to the side to eye the pair of you with a wry grin. "We know damn well you both need me in that bed," His arm was able to reach over both you and Barb's shoulders, leaning his warm weight into the pair of you. "Who would you have to steal all the covers from?" He smelled like whiskey, cologne, clashing with the subtle sweetness of Barbara's perfume and the martini on her full lips; You could melt here, between the Howard's as they teased eachother back and forth, their knowing eyes stirring over yours with the hope that you would stay with them. For however long, even if just for a moment, being between them felt more correct than anything you had ever dreamed.

[klapollo]

when my dad was dying he went unconscious after a few days and i just kind of assumed he'd stay that way until he passed. i felt horrible on top of everything else bc we had a big fight before he went to the hospital where i told him he wasnt physically sick, he was depressed and anxious and needed therapy etc (he'd been like this for about a full year before he did actually get sick, i was frustrated bc i was having a bad depressive episode myself + had been begging him to get psychological help for months). i spoke to him a few times while he was in the hospital and he knew it was me but he was also hallucinating and he wasnt very lucid.

the day-ish before he died we'd been at the hospital all day and everyone was coming and going saying goodbye. before i left, i played one more george harrison song for my dad after playing music sporadically for him for the last couple days. then in the evening david and i left, but we stopped at my apartment to get an air mattress for my grandparents. we dawdled for a while bc david had to use the bathroom. while i was out, my brother called/texted that my dad had woken up and was responding to them. on the way back, i got the compulsion to ask david to pull back into the hospital so i could run back in for five minutes.

i literally ran to his bed and told him how much i loved him and how i was sorry for fighting with him and he just nodded along (he had an oxygen mask on and couldnt really speak). i played drive my car for him, because i wanted to play a happy song he loved. i sang the whole song to him and he mouthed along some of the words, smiling and laughing with me. it's crazy to think that's probably what the song will mean to me for the rest of my life. i never could have imagined it'd turn into that, all those times we listened to it on car rides on the CD player. it's a hard feeling. i hope he was awake enough to realize what was going on.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

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Ant Pile | rosekiller | E | 21.3k words | chapter 2/2 | modern day AU, unhinged stupid teenage boy behavior, hood rat x whatever the opposite of a nepo baby is, slice of life

This is a story about two boys raised by the sun. Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you've already loved them for as long as you can remember. — [ heavily insp by Dominic Fike’s song Ant Pile/album Sunburn ]

no one’s gonna say anything against a dude kissing his homie good luck | rosekiller | M | 3.1k words | stupid teenage bois, jealousy and Good Luck Kissing

Evan’s fingers clench in the worn cotton. Somewhere in the back of his head there’s sirens going off, a voice yelling at him to not do it. It’s a husky little thing when it tumbles out of Evan anyways. “You want a good luck kiss?” — [Ant Pile b-side]

Die a Little Death For Me | jegulus | E | 2.7k words | smut, trans reg, light dom/sub, voyuerism ft. the rosekiller boys

James leans down, admonishing, voice patronizing in his ear, “You gotta be quiet for me though, love. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Suck the marrow out my bones and all you’ll taste is yourself | old wolfstar | T | 1.6k words | domestic, toothrotting fluff

“Moons,” whispered on a breathy little snicker, much too boyish for a man in his mid fifties and the mattress dips beneath his weight.

Teeth | wolfstar | E | 3.9k words | written for the Kinktober 2023 prompts Dubcon and Stripping

And then Remus squats down in front of him, a palm held under Sirius’ chin, “C’mon, spit, baby.” Sirius cheeks are flaring and he throws his chin up and forcefully spits the man right in his fucking face.

Always Pushing her Luck | lesbian wolfstar | E | 2.6k words | the inherent eroticism of lathering someone up in sunscreen/aloe lotion

Remus braces herself but, really, she should have seen it coming. “Kiss it better?”

Ribs Are Designed To Be Crawled Into | lesbian wolfstar | M | 1.7k words | bloody and gory-ish, feelings realization, canon universe

“Chest a widely open crater that Remus wants to duck into and make a home for herself in. Close the bones of Sirius’ ribs behind her like some grotesque form of double doors.”

rotting/festering away in the docs:

The Other Lily | the other zoey pandalily AU | E? | Christmas rom com fluff & angst with a happy ending, Rosier cousins!, College AU

Lily is popular by accident because she likes helping others, is top of her classes and can be ‘witty in a real sexy way’ according to her best friend James. She doesn’t know what she expects from romance until Lily runs into someone that’s just as thorough, clever and unintentionally charming—Evan Rosier. A perfect match on paper that she’s eager to explore. But then she accidentally causes Evan’s cousin Pandora to get run over by a car and sort of becomes her girlfriend and then gets invited to a skiing trip that Evan is also going to attend and, well. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. James tells her she’s bonkers and if he was less consumed by a particular delivery guy with pouty lips and a French accent he might have been able to do something about it.

or, How Lily Evans steals someone’s girlfriend in a roundabout way Christmas miracle style

sun-baked dirt | wolfstar & jegulus cowboy au early 2000s | E

i’m talking mechanical bulls, chaps, skinny dipping, ex-equestrian black brothers, meaningful talks under the stars, the prettiest set of boots and lots of heart eyes and sexual tension

mira, mi amor | insp by a zar prompt! | jegulily & background wolfstar modern day nanny au | E | age gap, chronic illness, poc jily, smut

harry has 4 younger siblings: we’re serving an angsty almost-teenager, red-haired twins (because i couldnt help myself) and one precious toddler—lily and james are shagging non-stop to compensate for having the hots for their nanny and regulus is perpetually stressed out or horny (…….or both)

— a million and one more little things, mostly porn oneshots but also a whole fuckin haikyuu and maze runner au?? yeah

feel free to come yell at me about any of these:) also haikyuu, jjk, atla, aftg, httyd or anything in general really<3

[gempearlrpf]

listening through the spotify playlist rn and i love that "scotty doesn't know" is on there thats so fucking funny

this is also helping me find out about a lot of cool new songs so ty for sharing !!!

-💥 (if this one hasnt been taken yet)

LMAO yeah I wasnt sure about adding it but its just so funny I couldnt help myself. shoutout to that one cuck karn fic bc thats basically how I imagine the context for that song on their playlist

[merrixmas]

Didn't Know I Was Looking For Love

Title from the song Didn't know I was looking for love by everything but the girl.

Colleague Leon x Fem Reader

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend when you were in police academy and after that you weren't interested on finding love until you met Leon a few years later.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 2

- Timeskip -

You got out of Raccoon city before it was destroyed, but your friend Rita got infected when she saved you. When the U.S. government discovered your actions, your survival and combat skills, they forced you to accept the position of becoming a Special Agent, in exchange of finding a vaccine for Rita. You endured the top-secret government program that consisted of intense training missions, you visit Rita every once in a while.

You noticed that she wasn't like those hungry and aggressive zombies, she'd just stay in her bed chained up, and so you'd go inside of her cell, sitting beside her, telling her how your days went. Blaming yourself for letting your guard down, and as time passes, your hope of finding a vaccine for Rita Faded. You had no choice but to let them eliminate Rita.

Years have passed, you recently heard about this Special Agent who saved the president's daughter back in spain. It's the first time you heard of him after so many years and he sounded so familiar. He was the late rookie back in Raccoon City. You haven't actually met him face to face you were sure he was the other rookie. You talked to Ingrid during her break, asking her about Leon.

"So he was the rookie back in Racoon city.." you murmured, taking a sip of your coffee.

"You haven't met him face to face yet?" She asked,

"No.." You and Leon went to the same academy and same department but didn't come across eachother.

"Well Leon's on his way here, why not have a little chat with him? you've been single for so many years already" She said, standing up to pat my shoulder for encouragement. "I'll be right back" You nodded, sitting down on the nearby chair next to Ingrid's, waiting patiently for her to come back.

As you waited, you looked at the papers on Ingrid's desk, examining it out of boredom. After a few minutes, you heard the door behind you open.

"Hey Ingrid, do you know how Leon survived back in Raccoon city?" I asked not looking behind me thinking it's just Ingrid.

"How did you know I was in Raccoon city?" The low male voice sending shivers down your spine.

You turned around to see a tall man standing Infront of you, your jaw about to drop on the floor, admiring his Facial features, His beautiful Ocean blue eyes, his lips, his muscular body, his broad shoulders, his biceps. He was wearing a black suit that hugged his body but doesn't constrict

"Instant panty dropper, the fuck.." I murmured to myself, biting your lip.

"What did you say?" He chuckled running his fingers down his hair.

Remembering your promise back in police academy. "N-nothing! I was just..." You were just wondering where he was cause he looks like an angel sent from heaven, you shook your head, telling yourself to concentrate.

He looked at you with a smirk on his face. Your panties were soaked and he haven't even touch you yet, you'd occasionally squirm and rub your thighs together for friction. Leon of course noticed what you were doing, and it turned him on. His pants were tightening from his bulge. You tried not to look at it, looking everywhere but him.

You turned around to avoid being awkward. You cleared your throat "So.. What brings you here?" You asked, looking at the papers again, holding it.

"I need those papers that you're holding right now" He responded, crossing his shoulders, tilting his head slightly on the side, he couldnt help but look at your curved body, he loved how your low buttoned shirt showed your cleavage and your short pencil skirt hugging your body.

"Oh, I thought these were Ingrid's, speaking of Ingrid. Have you seen her?" You said turning your head to look at him. In response, he shook his head, gesturing that he didn't.

You and Leon were chatting until Ingrid got back. "Looks like you two are getting along" she said while handing the papers to Leon.

"It's nice to meet someone that actually likes my one liners" He chuckled, looking at you up and down then waving goodbye with a wink. You waved goodbye to him, your eyes following him until he left the room. You sighed, then inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne.

"So, when's the date?" Ingrid teased,

"W-what-! There's no date!" You said, blushing at the thought of going on a date with Leon. You playfully slapped Ingrid's shoulder, giggling.

"Ooohh you sure? Then what's that paper on your shoulder? Looks like someone gave their number to you." You looked down to see a paper taped on your shirt with a phone number written on it. You wondered when did Leon put this on your shoulder.

When you got off work, you couldn't help but touch yourself in your car. You spread your legs, pulling your panties aside, fingering your throbbing wet cunt at the thought of him while moaning his name. You want him. Wait no, you need him. To love you, to the point not even death can make you two part.

Ingrid teased you about Leon after you met him. You text him whenever you had a chance, sometimes calling to tell eachother how your days went. But ever since you met him, you couldn't stop thinking about him and so did he, ever since he met you, he would think of you, he'd ask Ingrid about you when he should be focusing on his missions. Whenever you'd call him on his freetime, he would sometimes stroke himself while listening to you telling how your day went.

You'd hear him groan in call but you didn't think much of it. You were irresistible to him, he didn't really expect that he'd be falling inlove with someone ever again and so did you. Rumors started spreading about you and Leon when an agent heard your convo with Ingrid. Some of the female agents there were jealous of you, everytime you passed by them, they'd glare at you.

[sunnysafezone]

❥ WANTED: witchy penpal

Hello my dear stranger on the internet!

How long has it been? I couldnt say myself. But I hope you remember me because I think I´ve almost forgot.

As the headline might suggest, I wish for a penpal. Snail mail specifically.

The simple reason for this is, that I long for the romanticism of having a kindred soul over miles and miles away, of showing the commitment of writing letters with your bare hands and about bare life.

Obviously, I am concerned about safety as well so starting so message each other for a start feels good to me.

But who am I and what am I looking for in a penpal? Lets start there.

Who am I?

On the 16th of april, I already shared a little post about myself. So that would be a good way of getting an impression about me.

Here are the short facts:

I am 21 years old

speaking english and german

she/her

INFP hardcore

I am super passionate about the following things and obviously more that wouldnt come to my mind right now: Harry Potter, stardew valley, animal crossing, cottagecore, period dramas, history in general, indie music and lately pop as well, paranormal horror and folklore as well as witchcraft and plant medicine, popculture, the 60s and 70s especially and books. Big time books and stories to submerge myself into.

I dont want to go more into detail for now, because of ✨privacy✨.

What am I looking for?

Again, some short facts to start with:

age range: between 20 and 30 (just because I think everything else wouldnt be balanced)

any gender

any country

shared interests would be nice

I am looking for a person who is as interested in forming a long distance friendship as I am. I would love to find a soul who is just as witchy as me or better, even witchier. I would love to learn more about witchcraft, spirituality and this way of living.

But in general, lets just connect and find out if there is potential for a bond. I do believe in fate, so If your belly already tells you to message me or drop a comment, please do.

It might help to leave your age, the country you write from and something that explicitly spoke to you in this entry.

I think I have said enough for now, so lets end this entry, this request to the universe with my prompts.

my current read: "Stalking Jack the Ripper" - Karri Maniscalco (just started it, might write about it later on)

my current favorite song: OMG - Suki Waterhouse

my motivation: quite easy, spooky season and autumn arrival all the way

Thats all for today.

Thanks for reading!

Sunny

[merrrrrrrrry]

I've just been crying so much since yesterday so I decided to put this into words. I don't know if anyone ever even notices my blog. Uni happened and life has gotten very busy. When I first got onto tumblr, just before lockdown, it was because I was struggling a lot. I was going through something very tough at the time that I've not spoken about and I was depressed and this was the safe space I had away from real life.

When 1d was active I wasn't a big fan, I just listened to their music casually so I didn't know much about them. When I got hear, it was because I had found H's solo music and loved it and then gradually discovered louis' after that and eventually through my mutuals here I rediscovered one direction and all of these incredibly talented guys.

I'll be very honest, I have listened to Liam the least outside of 1d. Some of his songs are very pretty but most aren't to my taste. So what I knew about Liam and the image that was formed of him back when I was new here during lockdown was that he was the guy who did volunteer work and donations. all of his stuff for trussel, and food banks and charity concerts and nhs stuff. That's all I knew about him, he's the one of 1d who provides the most visibility to these causes. Of course I learned much more about him along the way.

But that was the very first thing. To hear that even hours before he passed away, he was on gofundme just makes the most sense because that is my enduring image of the man. I don't understand my own grief. I can't comprehend this tightening of my chest and my head hurts and I don't even know how writing any of this even helps. My partner was the one to tell me he passed away (yep i have a boyfriend now <3) and I immediately thought to myself, I should stay away from tumblr, it would devastate me and I have exams going on. But I couldnt stay away and coming on here and seeing all the stuff you guys have shared has helped a little with these confusing emotions. Thank you guys for inadvertently being a safe space again. I love you all.

and Liam, i love you, i didn't know just how much. I hope you are at so much peace now, I don't really believe in the afterlife but I know you would continue to be a comfort and a guardian angel in death as you were in life to so many. rest in peace and harmony kind soul

[cloudcountry]

Congrats on 1k followers!! 🎉💗

not sure if i was supposed to request only one character for this event so feel free to decline this if i broke a rule T—T

nb! solomon + inarticulation (the word reminds me of a song with the same name and now it has me in chokehold)

mephistopheles + fondness

have an awesome day and take care orchid :D

thank you!!!

tbh one of my friends requested two things so we'll just count this as two different asks C: (plus you asked so nicely, so i dont mind writing both at all!! thank you for that <3)

i was actually curious about that song you mentioned so i looked it up and listened to it and??? omg it's really cute the lyrics “you kiss me slow but without hesitation, you throw me straight into inarticulation” has me !@><!?>@>?<!?<>?!<?@!?<>@<?> granted i have no idea if thats the same song but i couldnt find any others so!!

you take care of yourself too!! ^^

reader is a little shit and flirts with mephisto because i couldnt help myself

SOLOMON + INARTICULATION (1k event details)

~~~~~

Your room is quiet except for the soft sounds of the movie playing on Solomon’s laptop. It’s late at night, and your eyelids are drooping, but you’re determined to stay awake.

���Sleepy?” Solomon hums, shifting in the nest of blankets you’d wrapped around yourselves in this little blanket fort.

“Mmm...yeah.” you lean against him, feeling the warmth radiating off him.

Solomon furrows his brow and smiles, gazing at your form with barely withheld affection. The arm you’re currently using as a pillow shifts, and he uses it to pull you into his chest.

“Get some rest, yeah?” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear.

He’s spooning you now, watching as your eyes flutter shut. Solomon sighs, squeezing you closer as if that alone can protect you from your circumstances.

“Solomon?” you pipe up, barely holding back a yawn, “Can I get a goodnight kiss?”

Fuck, he’d give you anything you wanted.

“Of course.” he chuckles, slowly capturing your lips and kissing you with the desperation of a man starving.

Your goodnight kiss becomes goodnight kisses.

mephisto is under the cut!!

MEPHISTOPHELES + FONDNESS

~~~~~

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mephistopheles shakes his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh yes you do! I caught you staring at me with that lovesick look on your face!” you cackle, and it's so evil but you sound so elated that Mephistopheles has to stifle a grin.

“I was not.” he insists.

“Was to!”

“I was not!”

“I was not!” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

Demon Lord below, why does he like you again? You and your stupid grins and sneaky antics and nice smile. It’s not fair how you manage to worm your way into everyone’s lives so easily, especially Diavolo’s and especially especially his! 

“Just admit you’re in love with me already. I could treat you so right.” you lean against him, batting your eyelashes.

He feels his face grow hot and he whips his head away so fast that Mephisto is sure he almost cracked his neck. You’re still rambling about how your first date could be the best date the Devildom has ever seen if only he would give you a chance, and it takes all of his self restraint not to admit how fond he truly is of you.

(Maybe someday you’ll get him to let go of that pride, hm?)