#im sure it kind of just slowly became that. but it feels like they probably both could have called it quits way sooner

[thinkingthingsthrough]

she really is the bravest soldier bc i don’t know how someone could a. release something so vulnerable and then b. go sing in front of thousands that same evening

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Sorry this request might be a little weird; Im gonna try and word it best I can. Can you do something with Alastor and the reader, who very slowly and maybe unintentionally became friends; where Alastor confesses his feelings and how much he cares for the reader... But the reader doesnt take him seriously? The reader basically doesnt think he is actually interested in dating them. The reader thinks its a joke, he is just trying to use them, or otherwise just trying to get something out of them. Not in like a distrustful way either. The reader has the attitude of 'oh yeah. The great radio demon who has girls falling at his feet and can get ANYONE he wants is interested in me? Right, good one.' Like its a self-esteem/self-worth thing stopping them from believing him. Oh and this is for Hazbin Hotel obviously, but just in case I had to say it.

Please Please Please~

(This honestly was me projecting because this is me anytime someone shows interest in me. I have horrible self-esteem issues lol)

When you woke in hell, you thought nothing of it, really. You did some good, and you sure did some bad, so maybe this was exactly where you were always supposed to be. You had no anger or frustration about your placement because you simply couldn’t care enough. Heaven or hell, you probably would still be fighting for something. If anything, you hoped you would just fall asleep in death, but where would the fun in that be?

Upon your arrival, a few things became quite clear: 1. It was a dog-eat-dog world here in hell, so be prepared for anything. 2. The more souls you own, the more powerful you are, so start making some friends to make just as many enemies. 3. You will always be less powerful and popular than the TV head and the Radio Demon.

The only downside is you never got to meet this Radio Demon. He had been missing for seven years, according to the streets, and long gone, but still, he was the talk of countless women and men, especially Vox. This wasn’t a surprise, though; how people explained his rise to power was even more impressive and unique to you. He would one day be a formidable foe if you crossed him, or would he? The last extermination was killer. Half your souls had been killed off, and you were left a lot weaker from an injury caused by angelic steel. A slash was going straight across your back from a poorly-timed dodge. You weren’t bad at fighting; you weren't good at it either. Usually, during exterminations, you would hide at the Vee’s tower or another notable place. However, unsurprisingly, you were kicked out after your loud denial of working with the Vees. 

Seeking refuge at the next best place, you stumbled upon the Hazbin Hotel. Delirious and in pain, it was indeed just a stumble into the lobby. Upon entering, you saw an excited and concerned blonde chick, someone with a spear, and then all that was left was just red—beautiful crimson red. 

Some days had to have passed; you only know this because your wounds were wrapped up, and the calendar in the room you were placed in had days since the extermination marked off. Five days you spent asleep resting and recouping. Though your body was mainly healed, the scar you saw on your back when you stood was anything but attractive. Sighing, you sat on the cold bathroom floor.

You were never much of a beauty in your mind. You were just simply good enough. Sometimes, you could seduce a soul into your clutches, win a soul gambling, and sometimes gain one from fighting—a jack of all trades, master of none. Yet now, your value has significantly decreased with a giant scare running across the expanse of your back. Sighing, you stood once more and decided you would figure out where the hell you were and who was stupidly kind enough to help you.

With your top half fully bandaged, you didn’t think about putting on a shirt. The idea of anything rubbing on your wound annoyed you greatly. So, being mindful of potential others, you walked around carefully, ensuring your bandages were tight. Looking around, it was a reasonably average hotel. Nothing was too crazy about it; it just had some eerie decor at the most.

Rounding the last corner, you found stairs that opened up to the lobby, and dear lord, above did you wish you stayed in your room. A loud, cheerful presence came bombarding you, shouting a hundred questions about your health, your name, and what happened. You almost wanted to retreat into the shadows at how brightly she shone when you agreed to stay at her hotel and take a shot at redemption.

You met the residents quickly after that. It's not like you had much of a choice anyway. Surprisingly, the one you clicked with the most was the famed Alastor, the Radio Demon. How you two clicked was beyond everyone, besides the fact you were cunning and a silver tongue speaker like the man himself. Maybe that is why he found you amusing and watched you work your magic on lulling Husk even into a secure enough place to talk to you.

His lack of asking for your soul surprised you more than anything. Though you knew Charlie had her rules in the hotel, that didn’t dissuade the Deer from making his own choices. You commended him for his poise and regality; you understood why he was the talk of the town even when Vox was trying so hard to be the new it boy. Alastor was handsome in a nonconventional way; he was refined, elegant, and poised. He treated women like a gentlemen and men like they were just one step below him. 

You wouldn’t lie to yourself and say you weren't enamored; you liked him a lot from just the first handful of conversations. However, one late night really sealed the nail in your coffin of love for the affamed Overlord. You two were sitting on the lobby chair, the long-forgotten bar, and a nursed bottle of Whiskey between you two. Each new glass only brought you two closer, having a lot of similarities. 

You also killed upon your time on earth as a means to protect the ones you cared about and end those who acted foolishly like them. You also died an untimely death at the hands of something out of your control. You were both quick-witted and capable of compelling those around you with your voice and words. The only significant difference was he was an Overlord, a beautiful, attractive overlord. At the same time, you were just a sinner with a few damned souls that saw potential in you.

After that night, you and Alastor grew a lot closer. You would even dare to call him your best friend, knowing that nothing more would ever come of your two relationship past that. Not only was Alastor continuously turning women and men down left and right, but Angel was convinced the man didn’t know what romance or sex was. You couldn’t help but agree with him as every beautiful person who crossed his path was quickly shooed away or disposed of. 

As the Adam-led extermination approached, you noticed Alastor took a particular interest in your training. You were opting for him to train you and approve your placement on the battlefield. Your heart soared at his kindness, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. He didn’t want to lose a like-minded friend, which was all this was. As you all prepared for the event, his sudden and lingering hug was just him being worried about a friend.

You would do and say anything to convince yourself he just saw you as a friend, even as he scolded you for your injuries after the battle. He just cared a lot about his best friend. You were nothing comparative in power and prestige as Alastor was, so he would never see you as more. This was all just a fond kindness he used with Niffty, Roise, and Mimzy. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be a fool and believe anything more would happen. 

As your affection grew for the Radio Demon, so did your self-doubt and negative self-esteem. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself like Mimzy, pining after a demon that would never love you. Your nights at the bar became more and more apparent enough that Husk took to talking to you and trying to help you out. This didn’t go unnoticed by the boss of said man. No, instead, jealousy was brewing inside of him, watching you grow closer to the cat demon. Jealousy that was soon to reach a head.

Alastor was utterly infatuated with you. You were a perfect mix of normalcy and insanity, something he admired dearly. You were not overbearing or clingy like Mimzy, not psychotic and wild like Niffty, and not motherly and borderline insane like Rosie. No, you were a perfect combination of what he loved in all his dear friends. That’s all you were right, a dear friend. It didn’t help that you stopped spending time with him and hanging around Husk; he grew irate. 

He needed help and fast; who better to turn to than his motherly companion, Rosie? Wanting to get you out of Husk's grasp, though he invited you along on the trip. It was pleasant. You wrapped around his arm as he led you through the streets, up until cannibal town people cowering at your feet. Once in cannibal town, though, the women came flocking. He was used to this, declining, pushing people away, and even allowing his shadows a meal or two. However, the frown on your face was the least of his expectations. He hadn’t long to question it before you two arrived at Rosie’s Emporium. 

As you two entered, you were immediately enamored with all of the goods Rosie had sold. Once quick introductions were out of the way, Alastor approached the side table to speak with his friend while you looked around more. His worries and fears were confirmed, though; he was, in fact, in love with you. Alastor wasn’t one to skimp on charm; he was a gentleman who would court you properly. 

After your visit to Rosies, you noticed a new change in Alastor. He was quite literally everywhere you were. You couldn’t get far without him complimenting you, giving you a gift, or asking you to accompany him on errands. You figured that your time secluding and hanging out with Husk might have made him think you didn’t want to be friends anymore. So, with a smile, you welcomed this change and stuck through it. Why not accept his doting behavior before he finally broke your heart and said he didn’t like dating or got a partner? 

This went on for months. The lingering touches, longer hugs, late-night talks, gifts galore, and, most importantly, him letting his guard down around you made you feel special. According to Husk, he hasn't done this with any of his other close friends. This made you almost hope that there was something more. Alastor had countless options, though, so of course, he would never choose you. Why would you allow him to embarrass you like that? 

After six months of pursuing you, Alastor believed he had amply courted you. He had enlisted the help of Charlie and Vaggie to set up the lobby so he could ask you to be his officially. The room was perfect: low lighting, candles, your favorite flowers, and food placed out. All that was missing was you there on his arm. He knew it was perfect for you, everything to your heart's desire. 

You were in shock as you entered the lobby after an impromptu errand Charlie needed to be done. You couldn’t even begin to understand what was going on. As you walked in, you saw Alastor sitting at the table before you, a large smile on his face. You looked at him quizically. “Uh, Al, what is all this?” He looked around awkwardly—that was the first time you saw that expression. “Well, Y/N, what does it look like? Of course, it's a date for us, in the hotel's safety.” You scrunched up your eyebrows, trying to process his words. “A date?” He seemed to be growing more tense by the moment; he expected you to be happy and excited, and you seemed to like his courting so much. “Yes, dear, we have been courting for some time now, which leads me to believe you were ready for a date. Was I mistaken?” You were taken aback. Are you courting? When did that happen? You looked at Alastor, trying to piece together the puzzles. Could he have liked you all this time? No, there is no way; he had so many options, so many better, less disfigured options. “Al, are you waiting for a different girl? Is this some like practice run for a person you want to date? You shouldn’t play with me like this. It’s not nice.” Alastor looked genuinely upset, only momentarily before his signature smile returned. “No, Y/N. This is for you. I have been courting you. Did you not realize my advances towards you? I have been avidly seeking you and you alone out.” You started to tear up. You wanted to believe him; you did, but it was hard. You weren’t the best; you weren’t the strongest. You had nothing going for you than surviving hell each day. “What, no? What do you mean? You can’t mean me. I am nothing, Alastor. I am nothing; I would just be embarrassing you. You are a powerful Overlord—a handsome, sought-after man. I am nothing. I am just here a sinner designed to fight through hell, that is all.” Alastor began to realize what you were getting at. You didn’t see yourself as being good enough for him. He never learned the toll you put yourself through watching person after person fall to his feet. You were watching him turn them all away and go about his day. You thought he was going to do the same to you. You thought you would never be good enough for him when you have always been what he wanted all along. 

“Oh, Y/N, no.” He rushed over to you, holding you close. Even as you fought to push him away, he stayed holding you close until you calmed. “Y/N, it has always been you. Yes, I am rough around the edges and have high expectations, but you meet them, Y/N. Can you not see how close and compatible we are since the day you moved in?” You stilled and listened. Could it be true that he liked you too this whole time? What if this was some sick prank to torture you? You looked up at Alastor, a genuine smile replacing his normal, calculated one. “Alastor, if I agree with this, you won't hurt me, right?” He sighed and held you close. “I can’t promise not to hurt you; I am an overlord and a selfish creature. However, I promise never to lie, cheat, or steal from you. I choose to love you and you alone, Y/N.” You smiled brightly and reached up, kissing his lips softly. His arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss, and both of you closed your eyes. You could easily get used to being the top overlord's girl. 

Just please, please, please let him prove you wrong…

[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time there was a promised couple, that time made them realize that sometimes, promises can be broken” — yang jungwon

yang jungwon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers , promised to marry , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of food , pregnancy i think , maybe curse words (do lmk if i missed something!!) || NOT PROOFREAD !!

WORD-COUNT ; 5.5k+

NOTE. WOW!!!! can you believe how much time it took me to write this? i had an intense writer block and didnt know where to continue, lets not forget about my basically hiatus bc of school and etc.. im SO terribly sorry for taking too long, y’all clearly don’t deserve that!! also, riki’s parts are kind of mentioned? not so sure…

“ready?”

“i’ve never been ready-ier”

“that’s not even a word!”

“and who are you to decide?”

“stop fighting will you? it happens every time, unbelievable”

“y/n, jungwon, stop bickering, everyone’s waiting for you”

you took a deep breath and jungwon held your hand.

as you entered the big hall all you could’ve heard for claps and cheers.

“happy birthday!” they all said in harmony.

that’s right, you and jungwon celebrate your birthday together, as you were born at the same day within a few hours difference, he was born first.

it probably had something to do with your mothers being best friends.

the queens of other kingdoms being inseparable just shows everyone that you don’t have to be in rivalry to win a happy life.

when your mother announced her pregnancy, jungwon’s mother cried out of joy, saying that she too, is pregnant.

it was even more exciting to see both of the queens celebrate everything that has to do with their pregnancy together.

birthday celebrations has never been as big as your birthday, mostly because of the over excitement your mothers both felt and still feel.

as soon as they revealed the genders, it was like a sign for them, and even before you were born, you were promised to each other.

“y/n, meet jungwon” your mother used her sweetest voice as she introduced jungwon to you. you were one day old and the queens already made sure you know each other, even though you probably won’t remember it.

“you do realize they won’t remember it in five minutes too, right?” your father tried to bring her back to earth but she was already gone in cloud 9.

growing up was quite interesting you’d say.

your mom made sure to visit hybe kingdom every monday and thursday, and jungwon’s mother came to visit every tuesday and friday. it has already became a ritual for both you and jungwon.

“y/n! it’s time to go!” your mother called you while you were busy playing with jungwon.

“i have to go now, but i will see you tomorrow, right?” you asked him and he nodded.

“you already know you will”

there was nothing more touching than to see you and jungwon getting along and spending time together, your mothers were clearly the happiest.

not only that you got along with jungwon, you got along with each of his siblings, and he definitely had bunch.

“fancy seeing you here again, y/n” heeseung came and ruffled your hair.

“it’s like we haven’t seen you for years!” jake added.

“how have you been? we missed you” jay hugged you.

“you’re always playing with jungwon but never walk up to us” sunghoon pout.

“we’re just glad to see you again” sunoo smiled widely.

“y/n can i join you two?” riki asked

they were definitely your siblings as well, and you love each and every one of them.

“find your own y/n then! don’t steal her from me” jungwon would always argue with them and scoff.

you just giggled and gave each of them a hug before going outside with jungwon.

“don’t be too harsh on them” you said and he rolled his eyes.

“they’re just trying to tease me”

“they’re your siblings, it’s like, a part of them”

he rolled his eyes once again and started running around.

as you slowly grow up with each other, you were slowly starting to develop something special towards each other.

“drawing again?” jungwon caught you in one of your castle rooms you used to paint in.

you grew a lot of habits, and one of them was drawing. you were never really confident in them, but jungwon always complimented them and even took some of them to hang in his room, he kept you motivated.

“you already know” you giggled.

growing up together for thirteen years already taught you so much about each other, you knew his strengths and his weaknesses, and he knew yours.

“can you teach me some tricks?” he asked and you looked at him confused, “i want to learn how to draw too”

you nodded and prepared a new canvas for him.

“sit here and adjust your chair so that it’ll feel comfortable enough for you, your hands needs to be a bit bent but not too much” you ordered him and he did as you said.

“usually you just start with a few….” you started teaching him the basics and guided him through it.

“before you make that line, make sure it’s angled and…” you held his wrist and fixed his posture as well, “like that!”

you failed to notice his blushing cheeks as you were too focused on teaching him, but he was too busy thinking about how close you are.

“it was fun seeing you today! i’ll see you tomorrow!” jungwon waved you goodbye as he left.

you left out a big sigh as he left, lately your mind has been occupied by so many thoughts about the future.

“is something wrong dear?” your mother, who stood next to you held your shoulders and caressed them.

“i’m just worried about something” you pout and your mother bent down a bit.

“what is it?” she asked softly.

“what if me and jungwon will no longer be together like the way we are now? what if he’ll lose interest and……”

“y/n, honey, you and jungwon are promised to each other, no matter what happens you’ll always be together”

you and jungwon basically grew up into the fact that you’re promised to each other, your families barely even mentioned it because it was so easy to understand.

“you’re right, but what if…?”

“you’re too worried about something that will probably never happen!” she joked and you nodded.

right, you’re probably overreacting.

at age sixteen, your parents signed you up for a royalty high school, where the high society teens attended. and of course they forced jungwon’s parents to sign him up too, with the excuse of ‘it’s always better to have more education!’

“ready?”

“i’ve never been ready-ier”

“that’s still not a word” jungwon signed and you just giggled.

“before we get in the class,” you spoke and extended your pinky in front of him, “promise me nothing bad is going to happen between us”

“don’t be stupid, of course nothing will happen” he locked your pinkies together and laughed.

even though he laughed it out, inside he was scared for his life. he knows high school changes people’s personalities, and he was so damn scared that something might happen between the two of you.

he doesn’t care about losing everything else in his life, as long as he never loses you.

“please welcome y/n and jungwon!” the teacher introduced you to the classroom and you heard cheers and claps.

you released your hand that was holding jungwon’s and waved at your new classmates.

jungwon looked at you, confused with your actions.

“hello, i’m y/n, please treat me well” you smiled and they all clapped and cheered again.

“y/n please sit next to leehan” leehan raised his hand.

“oh but we—“ jungwon was about to ask the teacher to let you sit together but you were to quick to move away and sit beside leehan.

“hello, i’m jungwon” he introduced himself and the class cheered.

“jungwon please sit next yunah” the teacher asked and jungwon went to sit beside minju.

he was already starting to feel like nothing good is going to come out of this.

“hey y/n! let’s sit for lunch!” jungwon called you and you nodded happily.

“i told leehan he can join us too! can you believe i actually made a new friend?” you asked and he nodded.

he was really happy to see you happy.

“is that okay?” you looked at him worriedly and he immediately smiled.

“of course! i’m excited to meet your friend!!” he genuinely smiled and started walking with you.

he was about to grab your hand and hold it but noticed you were busy holding your books.

guess your holding hands’ agreement is starting to fall.

“i know nothing about this school, we almost got lost at the entrance” you joked and leehan chuckle as jungwon was busy overthinking.

“i’ll guide you whenever you want, just tell me and i’ll be there” leehan replied and you smiled.

oh how jungwon wished the be the only one who can make you smile like that.

lunch went amazing according to you, jungwon was too deep in thoughts to notice it anyway.

“won! i won’t be going back home together with you today, leehan invited me to his place”

“hm? oh, okay” he mumbled as he saw your excited look on your face.

you were so excited to get new friends that you’ve failed to notice jungwon’s weird actions throughout the whole day.

he’s been weirdly quiet, barely even had a normal conversation with someone.

“jungwon? why aren’t you eating?” heeseung, his older brother did manage to notice his weird personality shift, jungwon would usually eat and brag about how much he enjoys his meal.

“just not feeling too hungry” the younger sighed as his six other brothers looked at him.

“something is not right” jay whispered to heeseung and he nodded.

“are you sur—“ “yeah, i’m sure” he pierced his gaze towards them and left them speechless.

he’d never get into a person’s sentence.

“okay then”

the awkwardness was very much present after that.

“so y/n tell us, how was school?” your parents asked.

“oh it was amazing! i met a new friend, his name is leehan”

“leehan from (name of kingdom)?” your mother’s eyes widened.

you nodded and smiled, “he was actually being kind and sincere!”

“oh that’s amazing! i heard he’s a very much handsome guy, how come you’ve never seen him in any celebrations we go to?”

“don’t be silly honey, she always paid attention to jungwon”

“jungwon!”

“hm?”

before you even let them finish their question, you got up from your seat, “it’s late, but i need to go to see jungwon!” you hurried outside.

“you have a visitor” those four words managed to confuse jungwon, who in their right minds would come visit him at this hour?

“yunah?” he asked as he noticed the figure that was waiting for him in his garden.

“jungwon! i had to see you, even if its so late already” she smiled and got closer to hug him but he stopped her.

“what are you doing here at this hour? couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?” he asked, he can’t remember being so close to her to the point that she’ll be showing up in his place at this hour. they just met today!

“i…i just wanted to tell you that if you need any help i’ll be here to assist you, i’m really glad to have you as my classmate” this time she hugged him before he could stop and he just froze in his place, trying to process what was happening.

while yunah was busy hugging jungwon, and he was busy being so deep in thoughts and confused, you were there to witness it all.

you wanted to ask him about his day, to tell him how much fun you had with leehan and how you couldn’t stop telling him stories about jungwon, you wanted jungwon to be included in anything that you did, and with every new friend that you got.

you didn’t even want to interrupt their so called ‘beautiful moment’. you were so confused and too tired to even understand what was happening.

so you ran away back to your place, promising to yourself that from now on, you’ll take a step back from jungwon and let him live his life freely.

so what if you’re promised to each other? sometimes people can’t keep their promises.

“jungwon”

“hm?”

“what if we grow apart one day?”

“that’ll never happen”

“but what if it will?”

“i will make sure it’ll never happ—“

“what if it will?”

“i…..i will make sure to get us back together”

“what if i’ll end up hating you?”

“y/n what kind of—“

“answer me please”

“i will continue trying to get you back to me, even if you hate me”

“what if you’ll start liking someone?”

“i’ll get back to my senses, we’re promised to each other!”

“sometimes promises can’t be kept…..”

“hm?”

“never mind….”

“now tell me, why did you ask those questions?”

“i’m just scared to lose you”

“you’ll never lose me”

thinking about this old moment between you and jungwon made you chuckle in disbelief, you were right all along.

always trust your instincts.

“hey y/n!” jungwon called you.

“hi” you answered dryly.

“is everything okay?” he asked worriedly and you hummed.

“let’s go grab ice crea—“ “can’t, going out with friends after school”

“oh…okay”

it hurt like a bitch seeing his disappointed face, but he has yunah now, she can help him feel better.

“jungwon! didn’t get to ask how was your first day at school yesterday!” leehan smiled towards jungwon who sat across him on lunch.

“it was okay”

“how is it going with you and yunah? i saw the both of you getting really close”

you almost choked on your food hearing what leehan said.

“yeah she’s a great friend”

great friend my ass.

“i’d like to see where it’s going” leehan winked and jungwon returned to eat his lunch while you rolled your eyes.

slowly but surely, the days flew by, and with each day that passed, you and jungwon became more distant.

“where’s jungwon?” leehan asked as you were about to take a bite from your lunch.

“huh? oh, i don’t know” you shrugged.

for the first time ever since you started school, jungwon didn’t sit with you for lunch.

he got some new friends to sit with, yunah was one of them.

you also, got yourself your perfect friends circle, you became basically inseparable.

both yours and his friends, were there to witness how you slowly turn into strangers, and it scared them.

all of the students in the school knew each other, as everyone always attend to the same events and see each other. it was no wonder everyone knows about you and jungwon and how strong your bond is.

while everyone was busy chatting with strangers on big events, you and jungwon made sure to stick together no matter what.

it pains almost every student to be witnessing your sudden distance and awkwardness.

“hey honey! it’s been a while since we saw jungwon, are you both okay?” your mother asked, concerned as its been months since she last saw her best friend’s son.

“yeah mom, we’re always hanging out with our shared friends”

lying is not cool y/n.

“oh! well invite him here sometimes too! i miss my son” she pout and hugged you.

you just sighed in relief and hugged her back.

“i’m changing some seats arrangements, so each two students names i say will sit together” your teacher ordered and you sighed, praying that she’ll let you stay next to leehan.

“y/n and jungwon” your worst nightmare happened.

it’s not like you were enemies, the tension was just so awkward between the two of you.

as if nothing happened between you two before.

you took your bag and sat next to jungwon without saying a word. you failed to notice his sincere look on his face, he really misses you.

“with your new seats, you’ll be also getting a new project to work on in pairs, your partner will be the one who sits next to you” okay now you’re sure universe hates you.

jungwon cleared his throat before he spoke, “let’s start working on it tomorrow, you’re free to come to my place”

my place. it used to be ‘our’ place before.

“don’t worry about missing me! i’ll see you tomorrow at your place!” younger you smiled widely at younger jungwon as you waved goodbye to him.

“it’s not only my place! it’s yours too!! from now on its ‘ours!’” he said and you nodded.

“same about my pl— our place!” you giggled.

whenever one of you would invite the other, you’d use the term ‘our’ place.

now jungwon said his place, and it suddenly felt so cold and distant.

you slowly nodded and walked away.

jungwon watched you as you stepped away, he wanted to add more, he wanted to tell you he misses seeing you at his place but failed, something was stopping him from doing so.

“y/n dear it’s been a while since we saw you! i feel like i’ve seen yunah here lately more than you!” jungwon’s mother welcomed you with open hands, “better keep up the competition” she teased and winked, knowing no matter what, you and jungwon will end up together anyway.

it wasn’t the same for you though.

“he’s in his painting room, only god knows how he’s the only one who managed to keep his habit” she’s referring to your old habit of drawing. if it wasn’t you who taught him your few tricks he probably would’ve find interest in something else, but something in painting just drew him to it.

you on the other hand stopped with your little habit, choosing a new one to entertain you.

you knocked softly on the door, and you heard a loud thud sound, “is everything okay?” you asked.

“yeah….” you heard a faint voice and relaxed as he opened the door.

his hair was a bit messy and curly, and you could see the paint stains on his face as he tried to wipe them off. he looks so cute.

“hey” you called, “hey” he answered.

“um, we said we’d work on the project”

“oh right, um” he sighed, “just wait in my room i’ll get cleaned up”

you nodded and instead of going to his room you roamed around.

“y/n!” you heard a voice calling you, you looked behind you and saw riki smirking at you.

“what a surprise” he said, “we haven’t seen you here lately”

“yeah, school has been really stressful, but we’re hanging out together after school with our shared friends” you lied again.

“y/n i thought we never keep lies in our family” he glared at you.

him being younger than you doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be scared of him.

this troublemaker is terrifying.

“i’m sorry?”

“y/n! i’m so glad to see you” heeseung came to rescue and hugged you tightly, “we all missed you, can’t stop talking about you”

he was glaring at riki and signaling him to go away while you were busy hugging him so you didn’t even notice.

riki rolled his eyes, “um, i have some arrangements to make for my birthday, so i’ll see you around”

you nodded and continued hugging heeseung.

“how have you been?” you asked

“oh you know, dealing with one specific person”

“huh?”

“not something you should worry about”

“y/n?” jungwon came back and heeseung winked at you as he got the clue and walked away.

“i was on my way to your room when i got stopped by riki”

jungwon nodded, although both of you know very well that the place you’re in isn’t even on the way to jungwon’s room.

“so let’s part the project and each one of us will do their part instead of always working on it together” you suggested.

“i can get leehan’s help—“

“no we can work on it together”

“it’s really fine—“

“we need to work on it together so we’ll understand each other better” he raised his voice a bit and you were taken aback.

“you’re right” you mumbled and nodded.

a few hours passed since you started working on the project together, and the only words you exchanged were words about your project and nothing more than that.

you miss being with him and hanging out with him, but not like that.

“why don’t you stay for dinner y/n?” his mother asked as it was already late.

as you were busy staring at her, jungwon glanced at you, his eyes full of hope that you’d say yes, he missed this.

“i can’t today…i promised my parents i’ll eat with them today” you respectfully declined the offer as you were lying through your teeth.

your parents were on duties and you’d eat your dinner alone today, you were just too afraid that once you stay for dinner, you won’t be able to leave. you will never want to.

“alright darling, i really enjoyed seeing you, come here more! i know school is stressful but we’d really like to see you”

you gave her a hug and went away.

“oh right jungwon! you need to start getting ready to your brother’s wedding, it’s in a few days and nothing is ready yet!”

jay’s wedding is coming closer and closer, jungwon would once again will have to be introduced to other princesses, although everyone already knows who's the person he’s going to marry.

he just nodded and went back to his room.

when he entered his room, he noticed you forgot your bracelet as you put it down to be able to write better.

he sighed loudly, knowing he’d have to give it to you the other day.

you and jungwon rarely talk in school already, it’ll be very awkward to do so but he knows he has to, the chances of seeing you outside of school are low.

“here, you forgot it at my place” he mumbled as he handed you your bracelet at lunch in front of your friends.

they started whispering and gasping as you cleared your throat, “thank you” you quickly took it and put it on your hand again.

he nodded slightly and walked away back to his friends.

“what was that?” one of your friends asked.

“nothing” you mumbled and stuck a spoon in your mouth.

“oh you look so pretty! i pity all the princes you’re about to meet, they don’t know yet that you’re off the market” your mother clasped her hands and smiled.

being introduced to other royalties as creating a curiosity and maybe getting the chance of finding a partner was very common around your age, your and jungwon’s parents didn’t want to tell everyone the great news of their promised children, and chose to keep business as usual.

you nervously smiled and sighed, this is going to be a long night.

“oh y/n, you’re so pretty!” jungwon’s mother hugged you tightly and complimented you more than you could ever imagine.

“thank you” you did you curtsy and walked away after she told you to search for jungwon.

you didn’t actually search for him, you took one glass of champagne and stood next to one of those high tiny tables that were only big enough to hold your champagne cups.

“fancy seeing you here” you heard a voice really close to you and as you looked to your left you saw leehan.

“you scared me!” you playfully punched his shoulder and he giggled.

“you look very beautiful today” he said.

“so i look ugly in any other day?” you teased and he quickly shook his head.

“today is just, special”

you hummed and took a sip of your champagne.

“i’m actually surprised you noticed me in such event, usually you’d be around jungwon all night” he joked and you chuckled, “yeah”

“oh y/n we’ve been searching for you!” your parents called and you excused yourself from leehan.

“meet prince sohee from (name of kingdom)!” they introduced the prince who looked like he was younger than you by a few years.

his round eyes and soft gaze made your cheeks heat up. he was one of a kind prince and no one could deny his beauty.

“nice to meet you, i’m y/n” you did your curtsy and he kissed your hand.

you were so busy being introduced to and introducing yourself with your parents to notice someone’s eyes were on you the whole time.

before the wedding started his mother reassured him that the princes you were going to meet today meant nothing as you were promised to him, so why was he feeling so unconfident about it?

sohee’s visuals are no joke, out of all the princes here did they have to choose him?

he wanted to look away but his eyes refused to do so, so he was witnessing everything until it was over.

he wanted to leave, imagining so many scenarios about you asking to break the promise so you could marry sohee.

“jungwon! come here son!” his mother called and he knew it was his time now.

revenge time.

“meet princess yena from (name of kingdom)!” his parents introduced her as he took the back of her hand and kissed it.

he smiled widely as he introduced himself, knowing another pair of eyes might be watching him.

as you returned to leehan after the introduction, he began telling you stories about seeing you and jungwon always together.

you were too busy looking at jungwon staring deeply in yena’s eyes, as if he just saw the prettiest princess in the hall.

leehan’s words became faint as you focused only on him.

the way he looks at her, the way he treats her, they’ve only met but it feels like he knows and been in love with her for years.

tears threatened to fall from your eyes as anxiety washed all over you.

“are you okay—“ “excuse me leehan”

you bowed formally and went to one of the balconies to let it all out.

“come on! no one would find us here!” younger jungwon dragged you to the balcony as you were scared to get caught.

“it’s so boring! listening to their conversations, ‘blah blah blah’” he mocked the elderly as you laughed.

“are you sure no one is going to find us?” you asked nervously.

“y/n we always sneak out to this place and never get caught”

one of the reasons you and jungwon only had each other is because you’re always sneaking out to the balcony instead of interacting with other people.

you’d usually get some snacks and sit together in the balcony to play some games and laugh about anything until you felt like it was the right time to return.

you spent so many beautiful memories in this balcony.

thinking about these old memories made your eyes tear up even more.

you miss everything about the two of you, how did it get to the point that you’re crying in the balcony you used to laugh until your stomach hurt?

“take this” you stopped whining and looked at the hand that handed you a tissue.

you looked up to see riki.

“thank you” you took the tissue and wiped your tears.

“i better get going before i—“ “RIKI!!!!”

“it’s my cue to leave, sorry” he pat your shoulder and ran away.

your relationship with riki was complicated, this boy was scary as hell, that troublemaker did cause lots of problems to his family, but you always made sure to join his antics sometimes.

as scary as he is, he cares about you a lot, you basically raised him together with jungwon, you’re one of the few people who showed interest in him and actually played along with him.

you wondered if he’ll ever find the right one for him.

“you’re not so pretty when you cry, you know?” you looked behind you and this time you saw sunoo standing there with a smile.

“maybe i don’t want to be pretty” you mumbled and he giggled as he took a few steps closer.

“how have you been?” he asked.

“okay” you dropped your glance to your hands, one of the habits that sunoo noticed you do when you lie.

“you already know that i know that you’re lying” he replied.

“it’s complicated”

“i know”

“it really is”

“let time do it’s thing, he misses you too” sunoo rubbed your back, “i need to go now, wipe those tears away and change them into a smile”

you did as he told as he got inside the hall again.

you sighed heavily, does he really miss you?

sunoo said it probably to let you feel better about it.

you decided to walk around the place, avoiding the hall at any cost.

curiosity took over as you stood in front of his painting room, what was he doing there last time you came?

you opened the door and was welcomed by the smell of overused paint brushes and an aroma you can’t really describe.

you looked around the room and was amazed by his paintings, he really is a better painter than you.

you looked over to the canvas that was on the stand, probably an unfinished project of him.

if there’s one thing you noticed as soon as you took in all of his paintings, is that he always had a specific figure in them.

whether the figure was standing, running in the rain, sitting at a bus stop, it’s always the same one.

as you moved closely to the canva, you noticed the figure from close, the figure was playing the piano, the details about the piano were so familiar to you, and the room the figure sat in looked exactly like something you’ve already seen before.

“what do you think?” you askes jungwon as you finished playing your favorite song on the piano.

after painting you moved to studying piano, you fell in love with the sound it made when you softly pressed the keyboards, and the melody it created.

being so excited about it, a day before you started your school, you sat jungwon next to you and showed him your finished project, create a new melody.

instead of being focused on the melody, jungwon was focused on you.

you were busy pressing on the keyboards and enjoying the music it makes while jungwon was busy looking at you and observing what he sees.

god, he was so in love with you.

then it finally kicked you, the figure in the painting is actually…..

“what are you doing here?”

you turned around to see jungwon standing nervously.

“jungwon….” you whispered, “is that me in those paintings?”

“what?” he asked, cursing himself for his unstable voice.

“is that me?” you asked again, he really hoped you’d drop it.

“yes” he answered softly and sighed.

tears started streaming down your face, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry..”

jungwon noticed your tears and moved close to wipe your tears with his thumb.

“why are you apologizing? you did nothing wrong”

you stared into his eyes and burst out into more tears, “the school, the new friends, us growing apart, and yunah that damn—“

“okay okay okay” he calmed you down and kissed your forehead before hugging you.

“i was so sure you’re angry at me” you whispered.

“angry at you? why?” he asked.

“the first day of school, it’s been a mess”

“oh, that” he chuckled, “can’t say i wasn’t angry, maybe a little? but i was more jealous”

“jealous?”

“yeah! you basically spent the whole day with leehan, what about me?” he scoffed.

as he still held your waist tightly and never broke your eye contact, you playfully punched his chest, “i wanted you to be friends with him too! at the same night i went to tell you about that and ask you about your day but—“ “you probably saw yunah….”

“yeah…”

he tucked your hair behind your ears and pecked your lips, “she means nothing to me, her hugging me meant nothing to me, she tried being a good friend and i let her do her thing because i wanted to make you jealous” he giggled, “now i realize it was a big mistake”

you pecked his lips again, catching him off guard, “big, big mistake”

“i missed you so much” he said, “missed holding you in my arms, spending days and nights with you, hearing your parents’ bragging about how big our wedding is going to be”

“i missed everything about you” you hugged him again and he hugged back.

“promise me something like this is never going to happen again” he said, “i was so scared to lose you”

“i promise, it’ll never happen, i’m yours”

“i love y—“

“there you are!! finally oh my god what took you so long!” sunghoon, jungwon’s older brother said as he found you and jungwon closer than ever to kiss.

“well? are you going to kiss?” he added.

“get out!!” both of you shout as he closed the door.

riki’s birthday party came in no time and your parents decided to announce everyone about your future wedding as well.

“we’d like to announce you that our y/n and jungwon are promised to marry each other!” your parents clapped, “when they grow more old of course!”

“who cares lets goooo!!” riki took the spotlight and raised a cup acting as if he’s drinking real alcohol.

cheers and claps were heard, some even smiled widely and wished the both of you happy future.

“hey y/n” jungwon called you and squeezed your hand that was holding his.

“hm?”

“thank you” he smiled, “for willing to spend your future with me”

“i’m yours jungwon, forever and ever”

“and i’m yours, forever and ever”

“god why so cheesy?”

“riki shut up!”

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[pandorascripts]

unknowingly yours

warnings: dark themes, stalking, possessiveness, obsession, gore, murder, biting, jealousy, and im probably forgetting something too. (you’re responsible for ur own media consumption buddy)

pairing: dark!wednesday addams x vampire!fem!reader

(all characters aged up to 18)

notes: this was written on a whim at like 1am, and I’ve just now completed it. it’s kinda rushed and half-assed. enjoy :)

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Gomez had tried to warn his daughter what it meant to be an Addams. What it meant to be so deeply in love with someone, that’d you do anything for them. You’d murder, abandon your morales, just to get one more taste of them. Wednesday had repeatedly shoved him off, claiming it would never happen, but it did. The moment Wednesday laid eyes on you, she could feel the obsession turning dark, horrific. She reveled in it. 

Wednesday loved the thrill of sneaking into your dorm, watching you whilst slept. She loved sitting in the back of her class, watching you do anything and everything. Every time your shoulders raised, taking a breath, Wednesday could praise you for it. She never understood what her father meant, until people got too touchy. After countless victims, it Yoko became the newest.

Wednesday sat in the back of the cafeteria, watching you chat with your friends. Yoko slung her arm over you shoulder, and Wednesday felt the can in her hand crack. She tried calming breaths, something her father taught her. They didn’t work. She shook with rage, the can splitting in half with her might and slicing her palm clean. She didn’t care though, all that mattered now was Yoko, who was now leaning into your ear, whispering something.

 Wednesday took in another shaky breath, how dare she touch what was hers. Wednesday decided she would show that vampire not to mess with her territory, and you, you were in trouble. You were hers, and it’s just about time you started acting like it. 

She watched with rapt attention as you leaned back, giggling. You lightly slapped Yoko on the shoulder, blushing deeply and scolding her. Wednesday stood up, food untouched, and walked over to your table. 

She bumped into the wood, her tray flying upwards and landing in Yoko’s lap. 

“The hell, dude?” Yoko yelled, her hands in the air, away from the mess. 

You rushed into action, picking up bits of food with a napkin. 

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Yoko. Calm down.”

Wednesday stared at you. Oh, you were so kind, beautifully unaware, and completely vulnerable. Wednesday filled with glee at the mere thought of ruining you. 

“Yes, precisely.” Wednesday nodded to you, her eyes never leaving yours. 

You smiled at her. “See you in botany, Wednesday?”

She nodded stiffly once again, her insides doing summersaults. You were so sweet, deliciously so. Wednesday walked away, her tray still on Yoko’s lap. That bloodsucker could deal with it, after all, it was only part of Wednesday’s much needed apology. She’d get the rest tonight, when Yoko was begging her for mercy. Her lips nearly twitched at the thought. 

Wednesday walked back up to her dorm, still having fifteen minutes until botany with you. She set her bag down on her dark bed, the empty side of the room creaking. She was so pleased she didn’t have a roommate, that’d make this next part harder. Wednesday leaned under her bed, pulling out a huge poster board. She raced back to the door, double checking its lock, and set it up. 

Her fingers traced over the red strings and pins delicately, stopping at a photo of you. You were laying down, enjoying the sun, your eyes closed and wearing your uniform. She remembered that day like yesterday, it was the first time you’d two had spoken. She only fell deeper. 

Wednesday strolled down to the lake, watching as the lily pads drifted slowly. Canoes splashed across the water, people yelling and cheering. 

“Hey! You mind if I sit here?”

Wednesday looked up, ready to dismember who ever decided to ruin her quiet. Her eyes laid on yours and, oh, Wednesday could’ve fainted. You were beautiful, an ethereal smile plastered on your face, eyes deep and true. It only solidified Wednesday’s desire for you. 

“No, not at all.”

Wednesday scooted to the left, offering you more room against the tree. 

You muttered a thank you. 

“So, why are you all out here alone?”

Wednesday sighed, your voice was so pleasing, and it was bending her to your will even more so. 

“I’ve decided to observe the Poe Cup. Thought it’d be amusing when they sink and fall. What about you, bellissima?

The Italian caught you by surprise, you were rusty, not really remembering most of it, so you shoved the nickname aside. 

“Figured I’d get away from all the yelling. It’s more peaceful down here. I’m glad you’ve found my spot though.”

“Your spot?” Wednesday questioned, her hands itching to hold yours and never let it go. 

“Yes, it’s been mine for a bit. Glad to share it though, been getting a bit lonely.”

Wednesday felt the Italian bubbling up, her father warned her about this too. She’d want to call you names, anything to give you a temporary mark as hers. She swallowed it though, choosing to instead ask you question with no flirtation. 

“Lonely? You don’t have someone?”

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Wednesday wished she could’ve done it for you, she truly believed it was a crime that you’d do it yourself. A goddess like you shouldn’t waste precious time. 

“No— I— No, I don’t. You?”

Wednesday shook her head. “I’ll have them soon.” 

You smiled. “Do I know them?”

“You’re very familiar.”

You chuckled again. “What are they like?”

“They’re beautiful, out of the world so, and they make me crazy.”

You cracked a huge smile. “That’s cute. Sounds like you adore them.”

“Più di quanto tu possa sapere, mia amata.”

“I’m afraid my Italians a bit rusty. What’d you say?”

“Nothing of importance. No need to fret.”

Wednesday sighed. She traced her board again, documents and other people plastered up on there. Gently, she flipped it over, the backside littered with more photos. Everyone who was a threat. 

She traced the X’s over their eyes, a wicked smile covering her face. Wednesday uncapped a red sharpie, drawing slow, deep X’s over Yoko’s eyes.

“Non ci disturberà più, amore mio,” she sighed. 

Wednesday ordered Thing to put the board back under again. She marched off to her drawer, unlocking a secret section. Carefully, she pulled it out. 

“Which one, Thing? The mace, my machete? Or should we do it in style? After all, we are aiming to impress her.”

Her fingers grazed over her arsenal of weapons. 

“Let’s go old fashioned, hm?” She asked, pulling out a wooden stake. “Yoko’s barely even a threat.”

Wednesday set the oak down on her bed, taking out garlic spray before locking it back up. She slipped on a black pair of medical gloves, releasing them so they smacked painfully against her skin. Wednesday sighed in contempt. 

“Thing, put on a glove. Nevermore’s already worried about their students. They keep disappearing don’t they?”

He tapped in agreement. 

“What. A. Pity.”

She waited until dark, skipping her class, deciding to get more items like flashlights and garlic bombs to neutralize Yoko. Wednesday knew you wouldn’t be there, she always knew what you were doing. The psychic flipped open her pocket watch. 

Two A.M, perfect time to strike. 

Wednesday crept out of Ophelia Hall, traveling in the shadows until she reached Persephone’s Wing. Crouching down under room two-hundred and forty-three, Wednesday pulled the pin on the garlic grenade and rolled it under the door. It exploded silently, a jagged choking noise filling the room. Wednesday tossed another one, slipping out her crowbar and cracking the door open. 

The anger from earlier surged through her as Wednesday marched inwards, she closed the door behind her. Knowing the lock was broken, she slid Yoko’s desk against the wooden frame. 

Yoko choked out pleas, desperate to justify herself for an unknown crime. Wednesday looked up, inhaling deeply as she soaked in Yoko’s cries. The vampire continued crying, bloody tears streaking down her face as she choked. 

Wednesday looked to her. Oh, it was exquisite. Yoko’s skin was burned and sores opened up, her neck straining for air, only to be poisoned a second later. 

“Useless, bloodsucker,” Wednesday spat, stomping on Yoko’s stomach. A sharp crack echoed and Wednesday was delighted to hear a rib brake. 

She crouched drown, driving the stake a mere inch from Yoko’s heart. 

“You do not touch what is mine,” she spat again, her stake driving into her repeatedly, missing by an inch. 

“I don’t—“ Yoko gasped, hoping to save herself. 

“LIAR!” Wednesday shouted, diving the stake into her stomach and twisting it. 

Blood gurgled out of Yoko’s mouth, her back arching upwards. 

Wednesday leaned down into Yoko’s ear, stabbing her once again near her heart. 

“She is mine. You are beneath her.” Pure venom erupted from Wednesday. 

She cracked the stake up, driving it into Yoko’s heart. Wednesday panted, leaning back on her knees. She watched with glee as Yoko’s body disintegrated, burning into ash. At least vampires were easy to kill. 

Wednesday picked up her stake. Tilting her neck to the left, she heard it pop and repeated the action. 

“Thing, get the broom.”

Thing shuffled forward, the tall broom too much for him. Wednesday took it, sweeping the vampire remains.

“Nothing like a good murder, hm, Thing?”

He tapped, some ash flying up. 

“Get out of her, I don’t wish for you to smell like garlic and cheap perfume.”

She tossed the bloody gloves into the trash bag, and replaced them with a new set. Wednesday set the broom down, pulling a record player out of her bag. She gently set it aside, shuffling through her travel collection until she reached Debussy: Cello Sonata in D Minor. She put the record on, breathing in heavily as it rang through her ears. 

Wednesday held the garbage bag, filling it with Yoko’s ashes. She wiped her sweaty forehead, dust sticking to it. 

“Thing, clean up the rest.”

She walked away, browsing the vampire’s trinkets. Wednesday paced to her jewelry box, flicking through the accessories. She gasped, a beautiful black skull ring, sat buried under hideous silver and gold necklaces. Wednesday gently pulled it out, holding it in her fingers. 

Now this would make a lovely gift for you. See, Wednesday had a ritual, she’d kill your suitors, fake their leave and give you a gift from their collections. You’d yet to notice, considering all the beautiful gifts she gave were deemed ugly by the owner. For Rowan, she gave you a blood red ring, he probably received it from a family member, for Davina, it was a simple black hair clip. The others were less important, but she remembered them nonetheless. Whether it was a pining fool from across the room, or someone that had written you a love letter, only to scrap it moments later, Wednesday wouldn’t stand for that. The only person you should be with, is her, she was the only one who could treat you right. No one else understood you the way she did. Wednesday wasn’t going to let people stop her from achieving you. 

Her next plan was set in action when you knocked on the door.

“Yoko, I thought we talked about this. I don’t gotta key, you cant lock the door,” you whined. “I’m so tired, please let me in.”

Wednesday frowned. Were there nights she didn’t let you in? She stood behind the door, opening it. 

You walked through, glancing at Yoko’s bed. 

“Yoko?” You called out, shuffling forward. You took note of the odd cello music. Classical was definitely not one of Yoko’s genres. 

You closed the door, and Wednesday smashed a grenade in your face. Unfortunately, you weren’t like other vampires. Garlic wouldn’t affect you, but she knew vervain would.

You hissed, eyes burning. “Who’s there?” You cried out, the pain only getting worse. You tumbled down to the floor. 

Wednesday crouched down to your level, cupping your jaw. You breathed heavily, still not understanding what was happening. 

“Non mi diverto nel tuo dolore. Mi dispiace molto, ma deve essere fatto, amore mio,” Wednesday whispered. 

You whimpered, only one person spoke to you in Italian. 

“What did you do with Yoko?” You cried, rejecting her hand. 

Wednesday seethed. She knew you’d be upset, but couldn’t you see? This was for you. All of it. 

“I killed that useless bimbo. I had to.”

A sob racked through you, your eyes still clamped shut. You scrambled back again, hitting Yoko’s bed.

“You didn’t have to,” you cried, hugging your knees. 

Wednesday walked over to you. She lifted your head up, wincing at the damage. Your eyes were bright red, bubbling and oozing. 

“Mio cuore,” Wednesday whispered. She straightened your legs, sitting down on your thighs. Gently, she brushed back your hair, trying to remove it from your tear-soaked cheeks. 

You continued crying, wishing she’d just go away, but she wouldn’t. You hated yourself because in some twisted, screwed up way, Wednesdays sweet nothings calmed you down. She was a murderer, she killed Yoko ruthlessly, and vervained you, so why did you feel for her? 

“La mia amata, this is going to cause you pain, okay? It’s going to be alright though.”

Wednesday kissed your forehead, raking her hand through your hair. Then, her hand pulled back and tied something around your wrist. 

You screamed out in pain, only to be muffled. She had restrained your hands with vervain-soaked cloth, and tied another one around your mouth.

Your eyes darted open and you lurched forward. The restraints burned your mouth and wrists. Wednesday cupped your face again, placing delicate kisses on your head. 

She shushed you softly, one of her hands supporting your neck as you sobbed. Your breathing became labored and you could only focus on the pain. Your hands felt numb, wrists burning and screaming for release.

Every breath you took scorched your nose and seared your tongue. Your eyes clamped shut, the tears only increasing.

Wednesday hushed you once again, asking you questions. They all just faded away, the pain drowning them out. She leaned in close to your ear. 

“It’s okay. Breathe.” 

You followed her instructions, her words grounding you. The pain trickled into the background, and you let her voice guide you. 

“Good girl,” she husked out. 

You took in another breath with her, shaking. 

“That’s it.” 

Your eyes flickered open, meeting her dark face. You wondered how she could see when the lights were off, but you shoved that aside. You focused on her touch, her breaths, her weight on your thighs. You breathed in deeply again.

“I don’t want to tie up your legs.”

You stiffened, the last thing you wanted right now was more vervain coursing through your veins. Wednesday quickly hushed you. 

“I’m not going to, but you must promise me something.”

You nodded.

“Do not, under any circumstance, run away from me. I’ve waited too long for this moment.” Her voice faded into a whisper as her sentence closed, and you shivered. 

“Do you agree to my terms?”

You nodded your head. 

“Good,” she whispered. 

Slowly Wednesday got off you. The cold enveloped you, and you greedily missed her warmth. You were sick, you thought. This psycho murdered your friend, and here you were, pining. Disgusting. 

You breathed in again, the vervain killing you every time. 

You were too wrapped up in your head, that you hadn’t even notice Wednesday packing up some of your belongings. 

Your eyes darted around the room, her dark figuring jumping all over the place. You wanted to ask her what she was doing, but the sizzling in your mouth wasn’t worth it. 

You breathed in shakily, gaining courage. You chomped downwards, your hands spreading apart, and an involuntary scream racked through you. Wednesday rushed over to you, trying to figure out what you were doing. You clamped your mouth down again, and tried to pull the restraints off. 

“Hey! No, no, no,” she yelled. 

There wasn’t anything Wednesday could do though, she watched as you dropped down. You made yourself pass out from the pain, all so you wouldn’t experience this. Wednesday sighed in annoyance.

She cracked the door open, checking the halls. After seeing no one, she walked back over to you. Wednesday grunted as she picked you up, slinging you over her shoulder. She hated doing this, bodies were so heavy and always a pain to carry. Wednesday decided that she’d get the rest of her stuff later, you were more important. 

Wednesday walked back to her dorm, ducking behind pillars and walls when voices were near. She sighed in relief, placing you on her bed. Wednesday carefully undid your binds, tying them to her bedpost so you couldn’t run. She flinched as the sizzle from your skin filled the silent room. 

Wednesday walked back to Yoko’s room, picking up your stash of belongings that she’d packed for you, returning the room as it was. She packed up her other duffel bag, making sure not forget her record player, and walked out. Thing trailed after her. 

“Lurch has been notified to pick us up?”

Thing tapped. 

“He needs to get her before five. No exceptions.”

He tapped again.

“I don’t care about weather, Thing. He will get here, or he’ll go back in the grave where we discovered him.”

Thing scampered off, racing in front of her. 

She reached her dorm once again and let out a breath of relief. Her bags were all packed, no sign of her existence anywhere. Thing did a good job for once. 

Wednesday flicked out her pocket watch, checking the time. 

3:16, the whole ordeal had lasted roughly an hour. Wednesday frowned, her new lowest not at all pleasing. She walked over to you, kissing you on the forehead softly. Wednesday untied your mouth piece and hoisted you against the head board. 

She unsheathed her pocket knife from her boot and flicked it open. Wednesday shrugged off her plastic gloves, drawing blood over the wound she’d gotten previously. It opened easily, barely even closed, and rubbed it against your lips. The scent of blood had you drooling, waking you up instantly. You growled, looking possessed, and took her hand into your mouth. You fought against your restraints, trying to grab her hand for more. You removed your fangs out of her for a moment, trying to lick them off, and Wednesday retracted her hand. She waived it around, watching as you desperately nipped at it. The veins under your eyes turned a deep purple, blood smeared over your mouth. Your shoulders shook as you pulled at the restraints, trying to get free. The headboard would’ve been completely shattered by now if not for the dose of vervain you’d been hit with. As Wednesday observed your behavior, she realized something, you were a ripper. She moved her hand closer, watching as you shot forward and chomped down. Oh, this was glorious. 

The perfect, sweet, charming goodie-two-shoes, was a killer beast. Wednesday knew she had to be careful with you, but an apart of her desperately wanted to ripped to shreds by your pointy fangs.

Wednesday got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Your groans and snarls were music to her ears as she poked her skin, drawing more blood to taunt you. She cleaned up her hand, wrapping it in bandage. Wednesday took out a small vial and downed it, grimacing at the taste afterwards. That was for the compulsion. She shook, the taste alone not pleasing. Wednesday would usually hide it in her coffee, the flavor weighing it out, but she was running out of time. 

Thing scampered into the bathroom. 

“He’s here? See, it wasn’t too difficult was it?”

Thing tapped. 

“Keep your distance, she’s hungry. Unfortunately for you, you can’t afford to have a chunk missing.” 

He shivered, scampering off to meet Lurch. 

Wednesday walked back up to you. You were crying once again, whimpering against the headboard. Wednesday went to wipe your tears, her red bandage nearing you. Your expression flipped like a dime, immediately going to ripper mode with the drug-like scent overwhelming you. Wednesday whipped her hand back. 

She was quite curious. You’d been around blood before, whether it was other vampires drinking it, or some kid piercing his skin, you’d never had a problem. So why was it one with her? 

“You need to behave,” Wednesday sighed out. 

You snarled, bloody fangs flashing out at her. 

“I will vervain you. This is your only warning,” she sneered. 

You hissed once again, slumping backwards in defeat. 

Wednesday slowly raised her hand, watching as you shivered with restraint. Your jaw clamped, eyes stuck on red. Your fangs pierced through your gums, and you bit into your own mouth to prevent yourself. Wednesday slowly untied your restrains, quickly tying them behind your back, and shoved you off the bed. She leaned into your ear. 

“I stole your daylight ring whilst you slept. Thing has it now. Your only chance is to come with me, willingly, without causing problems. Do you understand? I willfry you.”

You shuddered, nodding hastily. Wednesday kissed the side of your neck and pushed you forward. The vervain burned your skin, but you trudged through it. You didn’t dare make a sound as you walked, the occasional wince was muffled by biting into your tongue. 

Wednesday whispered praises into your ear as you walked down, your bags already taken care of. 

Wednesday knew this facade had to look real, her parents were under the impression that you’d been dating for awhile. She informed you of this, walking down a flight of stairs. 

“Do not say one word to them, Lurch, or any authorities, understood? Don’t worry about your daylight ring, we only do activities during the night. You’ll fit right in.”

Wednesday undid your restraints, and you gingerly rubbed at them. She raised her hand up to your face, and you looked in surprise at her. 

“My bloods laced with vervain, so you’ll be unable to compel, and vulnerable. It’ll keep you in control, and your ripper side should despise it,” she explained.

You nodded, holding her arm. Shakily, you raised it against your mouth. You fangs ripped through her flesh, and you sighed in relief. Her blood was intoxicating if you ignored the sting of vervain, and your ripper side was going feral. The thought of you biting her neck, her shoulders, anywhere on her had you biting harder. You shook the thoughts from your mind, abruptly tearing her wrist away. You turned your back to her, blinking rapidly and heaving.

“Let me see you,” she whispered. 

You shook your head. Getting wrapped up in your thoughts, you began to spiral, your victims faces flashing in your memories. You curled your hand into a fist, hitting the side of you head hard, trying to get them out. Wednesday’s hands shot up, stopping your hand from striking once again.

You clenched your eyes shut, panicking. Wednesday’s cold hands wrapped around your face, squeezing slightly as she wiped some fallen tears. The pressure lassoed you back to reality, your thoughts swimming into the dark basement of your mind. 

Wednesday lowered your head, choosing to place it on her chest. Her loud heartbeat filled your ears, and your breathing settled. You inhaled deeply, shakily releasing it. 

Her hands slowly started scratching the base of your neck, and she hummed quietly.

You focused on her heart again, hearing it pump steadily. Your ears picked up other noises too, her digestive system slowly working, the acid in her stomach bubbling slightly, and the blood coursing through her veins. The blood moving slowly drowned out her heartbeat, the image of you biting into her jugular filled your thoughts. Your fangs pierced out again, your eyes going darker. Clearing your throat hastily, you blinked rapidly. The whiff of lavender reeled you back to her, Wednesday’s presence returning. You sighed out heavily, leaning most of your weight on Wednesday. 

God, you were so tired. Sometimes the thought of staking yourself seemed better than this, but you knew you couldn’t. You wouldn’t give up. Not until you’d served your sentence. 

“Are you ready to go out to the car?” Wednesday quietly asked. You wouldn’t have picked it up if your senses weren’t heightened.

You nodded slowly, raising your head away from her. You gulped, not meeting her eyes. Wednesday may have been a murderous psycho, but you were a cold hearted ripper. It was hypocritical of you to judge her, especially since Wednesday’s never ripped off a head before. Wallowing in self-loathing, you walked of Nevermore’s doors hand in hand with Wednesday.

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Nerospicy has never been so cute

Oscar Piastri x Nerodivergent!reader

Genre: fluff... angst if you squint.

Request: nope but they are open! Max, Charles, Oscar, Lando, George, Daniel and Pierre are on the list. Also open for poly fics if anyone is interested.

Summary: just cute fluff between Oscar and his autistic coded partner

Warnings: idk people who can't mind their own business IG

Notes: This is self-indulgent, and I do not care. I just wanna feel supported, okay? T_T

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Masterlist

You weren't sure if you'd ever fit in with people. Something about you always felt different from others.

Maybe it was that you didn't understand their antics. Their jokes weren't funny to you, or you didn't understand them. They seemed you as sensitive, but you're really just incredibly empathic.

You were interested in things that they weren't. You hated certain foods, textures, and feeling in general.

Then somtimes it all became too much. Alone in a dark room with headphones in. Attempting to soothe yourself from the overwhelming feelings running through your mind and body.

Your friends wanted to go out of a Friday night. Previously, you were feeling alright and decided to go with. Instantly regretting your decision as soon as you walked into the door of the club.

It was here that you met Oscar.

He didn't really want to be here. He'd given into the pleas of his friends who didn't want to go without him. He liked people and going out to have fun, but he wasn't in the mood right now.

He noticed you sitting at the bar nursing a drink. You looked like you wouldn't bother him, and the bar was already crowded, so he sat down on the stool next to yours.

You briefly looked over at him. Finding your drink to be more entertaining than the male next to you.

You were getting more overwhelmed by the second. The discreetly hidden earbuds only help so much. The vibration of the bass and the lights combined made you want to puke. You wanted to get out of there, but your body was ever so slowly shutting down.

Oscar noticed how your body was shrinking into itself. He didn't want to stare, but it was obvious you were in distress.

"Are you alright?" Asked the Australian.

You didn't look up at him, and words became too difficult, so you settled for shaking your head no.

Oscar thought about it for a minute. "Do you want to get out of here? I'm not in the mood to party, and you don't seem like you are either." He grimaced at how awkward he felt like he sounded. "I promise I'm not a serial killer or something." He laughed but it was more at himself then anything.

Eager to leave, regardless of who the man was, you stood up and made your way towards the door. You didn't have a tab, just water in your glass to make you feel like you belonged.

Once outside the door, you breathe a sigh of relief. Less people, less vibration, and less light.

You wanted to cry, though. Your body still feeling everything.

"Do you need anything? A ride home even? I probably seem like suck a creep right now." Oscar rubs his temples.

For the first time, you fully examine the male. Shocked to see kind features and gentle eyes. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans.

"Thank you." You managed. Not wanting him to feel like a weirdo any longer.

He paused and looked up at you. Wanting to find your eyes but noticing your eyes did not want to find his. "I'm Oscar, by the way." He reached out his hand for you to shake.

Which you did hesitantly. "I'm Y/N."

~

You had explained to Oscar that you didn't live close to here. Over an hour away at best. You'd been exploring the town with friends earlier in the day when they decided to end the night at the club.

He offered you a stay at his apartment for the night and then he could take you home in the morning.

"Actually, can I take you on a date first?" He'd found you intriguing and beautiful, and he didn't want this to be for one night.

You were nervous, to say the least, but when he offered to take you anywhere you wanted to go, the deal seemed appealing. Furthermore, there was a music store you wanted to look at that your friends had passed by. So when he offered, you pointed him in the direction.

"Can I ask you something?" His eyes never left the rode, and you were grateful for it. It helped the conversation flow easier for you.

"Sure." You shrugged.

"Why are you wearing earbuds?"

Oh. You dreaded this. Talking about the way your body and mind work had yet to end well.

Your hesitancy did not do unnoticed, so Oscar quickly followed up with "you don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable."

"Well, it's just that- loud noise makes me overwhelmed, and things like headphones help drown it out." You fumbled.

"Oh I use those at work too sometimes cause it can get loud."

He seemed so natural saying it. His calm demeanor helping you to read him a bit better.

He then proceeded to tell you about his job and ask questions about you. He was very clear when he spoke. Eventually helping you to wind down.

This guy you just met was taking you on a date. Was it a good idea to out yourself? Probably not, but if you didn't care for people opinions much. "I'm autistic."

"I was wondering that but didn't want to ask. I had a friend in school that was, and in some ways, you seem similar to him." He hit his head on the steering wheel. "I'm not trying to stereotype. I'm sorry that probably sounded rude."

You laughed at him. His response was one of the best you'd been given. "It's alright, it's actually kind of cool that you picked up on it."

When you arrived it the music store it was ten minutes to close. The records lined the walls, and boxes of CDs were packed to the brim. Not many people use them nowadays, but it felt comfortable in the little store.

You and Oscar browsed the music and talked about the different kinds of music you like. It felt natural. Even when you knew you were info-dumping, he just listened intently and asked questions about your interest.

Soon enough, the shopkeeper asked you both to leave. You waved a thank you and slid back into Oscar's car.

"Thank you for indulging me. I really enjoyed this." You were shocked to hear that come from him. Mainly because you felt like you talked his ear off.

The drive to his apartment was quiet, but not the awkward kind.

He opened the door for you when you arrived. His apartment was comfortable. It's not super empty or overly decorated. It's just comfortable.

"Right, so you can borrow some of my clothes for tonight and take the room, and I'll take the couch." He didn't even give you a chance to protest as he sped off to gether the essentials.

You two didn't do much sleeping that night. Wasting away the time. The clock moving two fast for your liking. You two spent hours conversing and laughing with each other.

Somewhere along the line, Oscar passed out on the couch, and you had made your way to his room like he said to.

You two exchanged numbers when it was finally time for you to leave his car. He promised to stay in contact with you.

A promise he followed through on. It didn't take long til you were following him around to races.

You were mostly watched from the quiet places in the McLaren paddock. Sometimes, it even curled up in Oscar's driver room. He didn't mind, though, making it a small game you played between the two of you.

You and Lando got along nicely as well. Oscar only getting frustrated when it comes to both of you and your eating habits.

You were manageable, but Lando was just ridiculous in his eyes.

You didn't actively say your autistic but definitely explained why you are the way you are. Eventually, people came to their own conclusions. The gossip pages included.

You didn't really understand the criticism at first. People had always misjudged and misunderstood. But when they started nitpicking your every move, it became annoying.

The names didn't bother you. It was them saying Oscar deserved someone who wasn't as weird.

It followed you everywhere. These labels that the media had given you.

You were happy with Oscar. He treated you so well, and you were doing your best to support him. You two created your own small routines that you enjoyed.

You couldn't even walk through the paddock without journalists trying to question you. The physical souch of their bodies and shouting so they could be heard sending your body into overdrive. You liked the environment of racing, but this was over your limit.

You were so glad you texted Oscar you had arrived. Him responding that he was already on his way to you.

He noticed the journalists first, then you at the center of attention. Your hands in your hair and your breathing rapid. You looked like you might scream.

His legs moved faster than his mind as he put himself in between you and anyone else. Very gently, placing a hand on your shoulder to try and guide you away.

You did end up screaming. Your body needing to release all the pent-up emotions you'd been wanting to release earlier. Thankfully, it was somewhere private and muffled by Oscar's jacket.

You didn't want the so close like that. They were too much. They questions they asked were incredibly invasive. Some even going as far as to ask about intimate things.

You managed to explain to Oscar what happened. His listening intently, watching you play with his fingers in the pattern your head had come up with.

"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make things hard for you."

Oscar smiled and simply shook his head. "You aren't making things difficult, and on the contrary, you and your nerodivergent brain have never looked so cute."

"I just got done screaming and trying to self-soothe."

"It doesn't matter. You still look absolutely adorable." He kissed the top of your head, hoping to convey what he was feeling without words.

Am hour later, Oscar had posted to his socials about you. A letter to anyone who wants to form an opinion.

"Leave my girlfriend be. Neither of us likes having our personal lives invaded. You like to assume things but don't have all the facts. I love her very much, and that should be all that matters."

As you read it and looked at Oscar, who was giving you a goofy smile for being proud of what he'd just done. You realized just how much he loved you. Despite your labels, he saw past them and loved you for you.

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Your Love Is My Drug [M. O'hara]

༻♡༺✎ Miguel loved you with all his heart, and he would do anything to protect your peace. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Miguel O'hara x SpiderVariant! Reader ༻♡༺✎ 16+ (Yandere content, mentions of bullying, manipulative tactics (not too obvious), ༻♡༺✎ 1.4k words! ༻♡༺✎ Hi everyone! Please read the little announcment at the end of my story for an update on me! Hope you enjoy! [Hasn't been proofread yet]

“Great another one…” “Does she even know the responsibilities that come with wearing the suit?” “tch..I can see her crumbling in a few days.”

Besides your friends, some of the other spider variants were less than nice to you. It didn’t help that you already kind of knew Miguel from being rescued by him when your universe had a little bit of trouble before you were bitten. He's been involved in your life before you assumed the superhero role.

You walked past the trio, only to hear them snickering at you, making fun of you.

"She's so weak, always having to depend on Miguel..~" "Tch..that's pitiful, I know he's annoyed with her." "She didn't deserve to become a spiderwoman." "She's probably sleeping with him.." "Has to be.." "There's no way he would keep her around.."

You turned on your heels and immediately went to Miguel's Office. You could feel the tears pooling up in your eyes. While yes you found yourself dating Miguel. but that wasn't why you were here.

You were here after unexpectedly becoming spiderwoman.

How he didn’t know you were going to be this universe’s spidervariant surprised you. But he kept you close, already having an unspoken bond with you that he didn’t have with anyone else.

He would ask for you to come to his office just so he could hold you, to remind himself that you were here, that you were okay. 

He knew the harshness of the outside world. You were so small compared to him, you needed him for protection, for guidance. You looked up to him. He knew your worth, it’s why he brought you here the moment he discovered you were a spider person.

The two of you spent lots of time together before you even became spiderwoman after seeing him with Jess and Peter im her universe as they chased an anomaly.

Miguel was ever present in your life after that, he felt drawn to you. He knew right then that he had to have you nearby him. 

You were addicting, you were so sweet. Always checking in on him after a rough mission, bringing him food from the cafeteria when you’d realize he hadn’t eaten. He realized he was head over heels for you. 

He had to have you.

No one else might’ve seen your worth, but he definitely did. 

He saw so much in you. He loved you with all his heart, you gave him a sense of peace that no one else had managed to since he lost his daughter. It took him a minute to admit his feelings to you. But when he did he was hooked. You were such a darling. 

He called you many pet names, sweet, cavity inducing names and he would hug you every time he saw you, no matter where he was. He needed to hug you, to hold you in his arms at least once a day to remind himself that you were his.

Miguel was protective over you, he would be by your side on missions, always calling you on your watch  to make sure you’re doing alright. He didn’t like anyone messing with you. He was your protector.

So when you came up to him with tears in your pretty (e/c) eyes, he grew concerned. He heard your sniffles that you tried to hide as you slowly made your way over to him.

His heart twisted, but he also felt anger pool up inside of him. Who dared to make you cry?..

He hopped down off his platform and walked over, cradling your face in his large hands, wiping away your tears. “What happened?’ He asked and he watched as you averted your gaze.

“Ah..Ah..Ah, look at me, Mi Vida.” He knew you wouldn’t disobey him, you were so attached to him that you wouldn’t dare disobey his orders. Your eyes slowly locked with his once more.

“S..some others..called me useless..they don’t understand why you keep me here,” You say in between hiccups as fat tears continue to roll down your cheeks and Miguel pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back in silence, allowing you to let it all out.

You knew that their words mean nothing, Miguel makes it clear that he only allows the best of the best into the Spider Society. You were consider one of them, you shouldn’t be subjected to this harsh ridicule from people, especially ones that couldn’t even do a mission by themselves without fucking up horribly.

“Mi bebé, tell me who did it, tell me who said it to you..” Miguel wasn’t asking either, he was demanding. He didn’t like seeing his little spider upset, especially by people who were supposed to respect her and treat her as an equal.

“Don’t worry, Your Miggy is going to handle it okay? Why don’t you head on home? I’ll join you after I deal with business here.”

You nodded as he placed a kiss on your forehead before kissing you once more on your lips, whispering soft nothings to you before letting you go.

Miguel watched you leave before his soft grin turned into a menacing glare. He would see personally that this bastards who dared to even speak lowly of you. 

See the thing is, Miguel twisted things a little bit, so you could be right beside him. When that canon event happened in your universe, you were supposed to die.

But he couldn’t let that happen, he’d grown attached to you, often visiting you just to calm down after a stressful day of dealing with Spider Society. He couldn’t let you leave this world like that. So he saved you, which caused a minor shift, instead of your roommate becoming a spider variant, you did. 

He then approached you with joining the spider society, and the rest of it is history..

You were all his, you depended on him and he enjoyed that.

So to have people questioning why she was here, irritated him to the fullest.

Miguel hopped back up to his platform. “Lyla. Tell those three to come to my office.”

You were cuddled up in the shared apartment you had with Miguel in his universe, you rarely went back home to your own universe as you didn’t have many friends there, and you weren’t on the best terms with your parents after they found out you were spiderwoman.

You loved being here with Miguel, it reminded you of the times you would spend together before you became a super hero. 

You jumped slightly, being so lost in your thoughts that your spider senses didn’t even recognized Miguel had come up behind you on the couch. He bent over and kissed your forehead. “Are you okay now?..” He asked and you nodded.

You allowed him to pick you up and hold you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He wanted to cuddle with you, especially after the mess he had to clean up after confronting the three spider idiots that dared speak awful of you.

You were like a drug to him, something that calmed him when he was angry, that reminded him of a time before he had to take on such responsibilities.

He placed you on the bed, placing his head on your stomach as the two of you laid there, enjoying the silence and each other’s presence. Miguel wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten the perfect life he had built, he could see you being his wife, being the mother of his children. 

He worked so hard for you to be here with him, he was not going to let some nobodies from random universes get inside of your head and twist your little mind into thinking you were not important.

You were his drug and he would go crazy without you.

While he was laying on your stomach, he was thinking of a way to convince you to leave the spider society, that you were too precious to him, and that the stress you experience wasn't worth it.

He was ready for the conversation, and he was ready to take things into his own hands if you told him no.

Miguel doesn’t see himself as a yandere, he just sees you as his future wife, the love of his life, and someone who he wants to spend his days with.

But he is more of an Protective and Manipulative Yandere, he takes advantage of you naiveness so he could make himself look like your protector.

Oh? You say someone was mean to you? That spider variant will be removed from the spider society.

Someone calls you out your name? Ooo they better hope that they escape before he gets his hands one them.

He puts you on a pedestal, he sees you as his gateway to a life that he so desperately wants once more. Despite knowing what he did to get this.

Miguel loves keeping his eyes on you, as stated before, he had eyes on you everywhere, Lyla wasn’t just his AI assistant she was also yours. Lyla would report back to him on everything that you’ve done throughout the day, who you’ve spoken to and what universe’s you visited.

Miguel wants you to be his perfect wife, and he will do anything and everything so that he can get it. No matter what he has to do, and no matter the cost.

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" Scars " - dabi pov [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: he caught your interest the first time you saw him but whenever you tried to get a better look at him ... he dissapeared into the night

→ GENRE: fluff; anxiety; cuddled; reader chasing after dabi; romance; sweet moments; mentions of burned skin & scars; f! adult reader.

→ RATING: 16+

→ NOTE: hey guys, im currently in my MHA phase; thanks to the new season. so i will write more MHA oneshots or fanfiction. preferably about dabi, kacchan & deku. if you have any one shot ideas you wanna see with dabi, please send them to me <3

MHA MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

the moment you first laid eyes on him he seemed like a scared cat, a cute cat to be more precisely. something about his aura screamed danger but no matter how hard you tried to stay away from him ... there was always something pulling you closer. maybe it was his light blue eyes which flashed from underneath his hood whenever you catched a glimpse of him. those eyes haunted you in your dreams, made sure that you would never forget them. even on the news you saw his eyes but never his whole face. it made you crazy, he was so close and still so far away ... so far away from your reach.

next time you were able to get a glimpse of his figure was around 10pm. who would had thought you would find him after shopping for some night snacks? ignoring the grumbling of your empty stomach, you lost no time as you headed after him. inside your head you already had the best excuse for him. or at least thats what you thought because the moment you went after him into a dark alley, your gut feeling told you to turn around. it was too late.

as you spinned around on your heal the hooded man was right in front of you. it was too dark to see anything, only the light of one of the street lamps illuminated the alley. sadly not enough to fully see his face.

"why the fuck are you following me?" his voice had a hint of annoyance in it.

that annoyance was the reason why you didnt replied immediately. damnit, you even forgot the excuse you had prepared. fidgeting with your fingers it was nearly impossible to get a sentence out of you. of course the stranger noticed that, an annoyed huff was heard.

"did you swallowed your tounge or what? i asked you something"

god his voice was so deep it nearly made you melt inside. you probably looked like a stalker to him or to every other outsider who could see you right now. luckily around this time not many people pass by this street, mostly because of the recent villain attacks. as the silence became more painful to bear you finally spoke up.

"i just .. wanted to know who you are. I always saw you around my neighbourhood but i wasnt able to get a good look of you" you and your honesty.

"aha, you just wanted to know who i am? bullshit. where are the heroes huh?"

for a moment you didnt understood what he meant. you knew none of the heroes personally, let alone their numbers to call them. did the stranger really think that you would call some heroes to take him away? but there was another thing which made you curious. why was he so scared of the heroes, why does he immediately thought this was some kind of trap. unconsciously you reached out your hands into the direction of his hood. sadly the stranger wasnt fast enough to react as you slowly pulled the hood down from his head. it was still hard to see anything but the soft light from the street made it a bit easier. finally you were able to see his blue eyes up close, they were so bright even in this dark alley. another thing you noticed was his burned skin around his eyes and underneath his mouth ... covering his lower face completely.

it took you a few seconds to finally realize who he was. his face was so familiar and these burns.. let alone his eyes. you knew who he was, his whole face was plastered on every newssite on the internet. he was dabi, the most feared villain out there. only yesterday they talked about a family home which got burned down onto the grounds. luckily no one got injured but it was still pretty bad. slowly you lowered your hands.

"you are ... dabi right?"

"bingo little lamb, are you scared now? knowing that you ran after a villain who will kill you? a villain who looks so hideous that your blood runs cold?" it was obvious that dabi had fun cornering you but you on the other hand .. were curious about something else.

again you reached your hands out, touching his face. your fingertips brushed over the burned skin and maybe it was just your imagination but you could swear that dabi gasped for a second. his whole body became stiff as your fingertips roamed over his harmed skin. suddenly you felt sad, heartbroken and more. those burns must had hurt a lot.

"what the fuck are you doing? dont touch them so casually!" dabi tried to sound angry while he was taking aback by your actions. no one ever carressed his skin like this before. everyone else was always scared of him and his appearance.

tilting your head a bit you finally met his gaze. you could tell how anxious he was, even if he didnt showed it. dabi's skin felt rough underneath your fingertips, it wasnt soft rather wrinkley but you didnt mind. dabi gulped heavily as your hands moved down on his neck to the hem of his shirt. you could only imagine how deep the burnt skin went on. not wanting to pry you looked back up at him, this time with a smile on your face.

"i think they are beautiful. I dont see what could be hideous about you dabi"

taken by suprise because of your words, dabi stumbled a few steps back. in his eyes you were completely crazy "I- what?! dont say that so casually! do you have any idea WHO i am?!"

"yeah you are dabi, the villain who appears on every newspaper and forum"

it clearly bothered him that you arent scared of his appearance let alone his reputation. with both hands he grabbed the hood just to put it back over his head. dabi wasnt having any of this any longer. he turned around on his heels "you are fucking crazy, you know that?!"

mumbling and grumbling to himself he hurried out of the alley, as the light illuminated half of his face you noticed a slight red shimmer on his cheeks. this sight alone made your heart skip a beat. maybe dabi wasnt that bad after all. maybe everyone else around him just misunderstood him. with a humm you walked out of the alley after him, before he passed the corner he looked back at you again. meeting your eyes his face lit up bright red before dabi pulled the hood deeper into his face.

"hes really cute" with a smile in your face you walked down the street into the direction of your home. making sure to search for him the next time too.

[starkura]

1 step forward, 2 steps back

synopsis: cypher’s been avoiding you and you girl talk it out with kj and raze

since you join the protocol, you’ve been hanging out with cypher. he was a very helpful and welcoming person to you. it seemed like he liked talking to you a lot since he was very charismatic. though, thats probably just how he is. overtime, you slowly developed a liking for him. cypher always helped you out whenever you needed it, he even went out of his way to do stuff for you. however, it always felt like there was a barrier between you and him. he practically knew everything about you. he is a spy and knows everything about everyone. but, you knew barely anything about him. you knew the things that casual friends would know, and that was about it. you tried to pry and get him to open up, but it felt like everytime you tried, he started to push you away. overtime, the things he used to do for you became rare occurrences.

8:00 am, location: valorant hq

it was early in the morning, barely anyone was awake at this time of day. you found kj, raze, jett, phoenix, and cypher in the kitchen. kj and raze were sitting on the stools at the counter and phoenix and cypher were playing a game of chess together. it appeared that phoenix was losing big time. kj spotted you coming from the hallway.

“morning, didn’t expect you to be up this early!” she laughed. they all wave to you except cypher, he looked away from you. everyone could feel a awkward tension between you two, however no one was brave enough to address the elephant in the room. you didn’t bother to attempt greeting him. “morning” you rubbed your right eye. in the background, cypher had just won another match of chess. phoenix rolled his eyes in annoyance and defeat. cypher was lightly laughing. you glanced at him in the corner of your eye. even though you were upset with him, you can’t help it when you see him happy and laughing. it was bittersweet for you.

“ah, i have to work on my cameras, we can rematch next time phoenix.” he tilted his hat to phoenix. “i’ll beat you next time, just you wait!” he said confidently. he excused himself out and walked to his room. phoenix left the other direction, seemingly confident that he will defeat cypher next time. now that cypher was gone, it felt safe to talk about the elephant in the room.

“hey… are you and cypher doing okay?” kj asked you. you looked up at her and sighed. “honestly, i don’t know.” you say in defeat. you put your elbow on the counter and lean your head against your hand. “did something happen?” raze asked. “well, it’s kind of complicated. he just stopped talking to me overtime. when i tried to go and talk to him one on one, he just excuses himself quickly. i don’t know if i did something wrong to make him hate me.” you tell them. they both look upset for you. they can tell that you are visibly upset by cypher’s avoidance. “i’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong! cypher’s just a very secretive type of guy.” kj reassured. “if anything, i’m sure he’s afraid to let you get closer to him.” kj said. raze nodded in agreement. “yeah, nobody knows anything about that dude. he’s super secretive. but, just because he doesn’t tell you everything, doesn’t mean that he doesnt like you! cyphers just a private kinda guy.” raze adds. “he wouldn’t hate you for no reason, i’m sure of it.” kj said.

after what kj and raze told you, you felt a bit better about the whole thing. you reconsider the reasons why cypher suddenly started to avoid you. however, you were still pretty upset with him for avoiding you. you got up from your seat and fixed yourself. “i’m gonna head back to my room, i’ll see you guys later.” you wave at them goodbye. they wave you goodbye in pity and you walked towards the hall. you made your way back to your room and plopped on your bed. you were in defeat and didn’t want to think about cypher any more. you let yourself fall asleep once more.

sorry for a cliff hanger ill make part 2 soon 😁 (i lied BUT IM WORKING ON IT I PROMISE)

[livlaughloveluke]

Hey!! Can u write a story inspired by “Snow on the beach” with Taylor and Lana ofc bc they r the music industry. Love ya!!

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you and ethan fall for each other, a new feeling that only can be described as snow on the beach emerges

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐚/𝐧: i love lana and taylor so yk i had to fill this request! if you requested something earlier, i am working on it now! also this should be gender neutral, but its my first time writing for a gn reader so I might have messed up! 💗💕

you walked down the dimly lit street with your friends, while having an amazing time. however, something inside you still felt empty. you wanted someone you love you the way you had loved others. you had a couple partners in the past years, but most were hookup buddies or toxic, if we’re being honest.

unbeknownst to you, across the empty street, was a man who had been craving love, the same way you did. he walked behind his friends, who were in seemingly perfect relationships. his roommate chad was laughing with tara, while mindy was holding hands with anika. sam was absent from their meetup, probably with her boyfriend, danny.

as fate would have it, the two strangers would see each other again in the near future.

tara and you had met through a shared class, and quickly became good friends. one friday, during study period, she invited you to a frat party that she was attending with her friends later that night. you agreed, and soon you were laughing your asses off, half drunk, while walking to the house it was hosted at. 

chad had seen you around campus, and your kind-hearted personality and gorgeous looks made him think you and ethan were a perfect match. once he heard you were showing up to the party with tara, he knew he had to set you and ethan up. 

the two boys waited for you and tara’s arrival. chad had told ethan about you, and ethan immediately recognized your name. you were extremely intelligent, and he had plenty of classes with you. he doubted that you would even look his direction, but chad begged to differ. he spent the next few minutes hyping ethan up, until you arrived.

tara looked around the crowded rooms of the building, searching for her boyfriend. once she spotted him, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you with her. the house was filled with drunk, sweaty college students, and the aroma made you gag. 

“chad!” tara exclaimed, letting go of your hand to enthusiastically hug him. “this is my friend y/n!” 

you look at the boys, and are immediately caught off guard by the taller ones beauty. you quickly introduce yourself to them, before meeting eyes with ethan.

“ethan, right? i think we have econ together.” you say, eagerly awaiting his response. he was surprised you knew his name, let alone recognized him. 

“uh, yeah! i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you around the school before.” he nervously responds, fidgeting with his hands. 

“mhm! if im being honest, I literally have no clue what we’re doing in that class.” you reply, trying to start a conversation. chad and tara look at each other with a smile, knowing you and the boy would be getting along well.

“oh, i could totally help! not to flex, but im pretty good at econ. i could help tutor you or something, i mean maybe if you wanted to.” he offers, and you smile and agree. you exchange numbers and begin studying together every tuesday and thursday. 

after a few weeks of strictly schoolwork, you start to hang out together more, as friends instead of tutor and tutuee. it started off as going out with the group, but you slowly began spending one on one time with each other.

you were currently having your first sleepover together, as friends of course. you and him were attempting to make homemade cookies, and lets just say it wasn’t going well. 

“eth, how much sugar did you pour into the batter…?” you ask, noticing the extreme sweetness while tasting.

“I don’t know, like four cups? thats what you told me.” he continues mixing, unaware of the situation.

“ethan!! i said two cups you dipshit!!” you say, now laughing at his silly mistake.

“what?! you did not!! i mean, it cant taste that bad, right?” he dips his finger in the sugary substance, and immediately regrets tasting it. he starts laughing too, to the point of tears. it really wasn’t that funny, but seeing you laugh just made him fill with joy.

truth was, he was falling for you. and he had a sneaky suspicion that you felt the same. however, this state of your relationship was heavenly, and he wouldn’t dare to ruin anything by attaching a label. 

he had never fallen in love with a person who truly loved him back, so this was very new to him. it was an ethereal experience, and he lacked the words to describe it.

if he had to however, he would compare it to snow on the beach. god it was weird, and yet somehow so beautiful. it was like watching a romantic movie, and he was the star. 

little did he know, soon you would start dating, and this unique feeling would never go away. in other words, the snow on the beach never seemed to melt.

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[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Themes [Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚TD Master Post💚

💚Stranger as it can get! 💚

You were still asleep with the alien,in the spoon position,his rainbow penis still inside. Homesick,as traveling to another planet on your own is scary,but finding this cat boy was a blessing,in a weird way. You slowly awoke,trying not wake your friend.

Looking out the window while rubbing your eyes,the said creature producing this sound to signify morning on this planet,a rooster with bulging eyes. It's wake up sound was the combined screech of a chimpanzee and hooting owl.

You : [groggily] What the..

Alien : [yawning] Just a few more minutes..

You : That creepy chimpanzee owl is staring at me! Shoo!

However,the strange rooster continued to stare as you covered yourself,finally walking away once you tied the robe. Gently you roused your alien friend as he further curled into the quilt you both shared.

You : You have to wake. I don't know my way around here.

Alien : [groans] Okay.

He removed the covers and sat up,his john unsheathed now yellow and hard. Your eyes unknowingly drifting to it,feeling your face flush.

Alien : [groans]Yeah..Waking up hard is daily for me..

You chortled

You : [chortles]Put that thing away.

Alien : [dramatically] The cup monsters have sapped my penis powers..And only a kiss could restore it. Is there anyone willing?

He played dead and you laughed at him as he opened an eye to see if you'd budge. You knelt down,putting it against your face.

You : Just once.

You began massaging it.

Alien : I said a kiss! Wait!

Out of fear he tucked it back in.

You : [laughing] I knew I could make you put it away.

Alien : You see,the thing about my kind is when we nut..Its run over a full mayonaise bottle mess.

You : Can you show me?

You bit your lip and began tracing his genital slit and sticking your tongue inside to stimulate him,hoping he'd unsheath it again.

Alien : [nervously]Pretty sure there's a mini game or ride that lets us jizz for prizes. I mean,this IS Horny Disneyland. Anything is possible.

The Alien went to go shower,for another day of Otherworldly Disneyland's rides and attractions. He was whistling Dies Irae while showering,you leaning by the door enjoying how perfectly it came out from his lips.

You joined him in the shower of course.

Alien : [purrs]Look who came in to join me,someone very dirty. Come here. [growls]

His sudsy body against yours,he began to wash you from behind,massaging your body with the honey smelling soap while kissing your neck. A brief huff came from your lips his endowment slithering into you,gentle rocks following after,and a gasp feeling the tenderness of his fingers and hands over your chest.

The thought of "Im having sex with an oversized cat" stood fast in the walls of your mind,the deeper he went. Even though you barely knew him,you liked being with him

His purrs rippled through your neck as your bodies now mushed against the shower wall. You became crosseyed in between drooling and huffing once he picked up the pace on his rocks,tapping your insides perfectly,body trembling and shivering in delight.

Walking around naked was normal and getting hard rawed into the afterlife by intergalactic cats at any time was also normal. So you'd probably tell your parents you're moving out when you return to Earth.

Forget time to wake up for school. Time to wake and get pounded. Nothing like getting your holes pumped on the kitchen floor and running with extraterrestrial jizz in the morning. You moan,gasp and scream for more as the rocks became thrusts,thrusts making you weak,slowly falling onto the anti slip mat bent over..

Alien : [purring] Do you like it?

You : [breathlessly] Yes..

It was like the heavens opened up and the gods above came to take you away,feeling two other penises fit inside your waiting gape. Bent over doggy style,you didnt want this moment to end.

In the haze,your friend had two tails,these two tails deep inside,pleasuring you to the brink of no return. Feeling like a keg ready to blow at the climax of happiness,You cried aloud in orgasm,he behind yours. Through the vent you heard a woman doing just about the same. Apparently rubbing one out in the hotel bathrooms was normal here too. You panted and gasped,exhausted as bioluminescent jizz ran down your back.

Awhile after a good rest..A normal shower began. Both washed,teeth brushed,robed and ready for more of Twisted Disneyland's offers.

You : What was..[blushes]

Alien : Uh yeah..that. Let's leave that alone.

You : But..

Alien : [clears throat]

You : We should uh

The lady who had an intimate session walked past you and your friend. Both you and the Alien now outside..

Alien : There HAS to be a jizz for prizes ride.

You nudged your friend.

You : Is that pineapple the mini game?

Alien : That's not exactly a pineapple..With a name like The Mandingo Shake Shack I'm sure that's the mini game.

You both took quite a walk to the huge questionable pineapple structure. Your friend could'nt translate the instructions for you as he was laughing so hard.

You : [chortling] What's so funny?

Alien : [catching his breath] The instructions says,how big of a dick shake can you serve to these lucky men and women given 20 minutes?

You : [laughter] What?!

Alien : [laughing]This is the jizz game I was talking about earlier.

You felt yourself blush.

You : Oh my god... I can try..

You both went in,and the coordinator of the game was speaking..

Coordinator : The aim of this mini game is to simply serve your shake to our taste testers. They're snipped and tied,so no pregnancies.. You're rewarded based on how you taste.

The woman who had a moment was well endowed,and she blew a kiss at you. Several other competitors had joined.

And the contest began after you removed your robes. Your friend fainted after 10. The female competitor fell down after 13. Others fell after 6. You managed 8,but the last one missed the cup and slathered the testers. There were murmurs among the judges..

They were tasting.. The female alien got a 9.5. Your friend a 9,and were still debating on the taste of yours. You got a 10 as the best tasting.

You : Me? [blushes]

Coordinator : You're the winner! Now pick your prize.

The prizes were the weird animals that you saw upon entering the planet. You chose the three headed rattlesnake with 3 sets of eyes on each head while everyone clapped and cheered for you as you hugged your prize. You both washed up and put your robes back on.

You : [giggles] Weird but fun.

Alien : Whacking it off to fine judges..yes.

You giggled in the crook of his neck

Alien : You're gonna get some really out of the ordinary games and rides here..believe me.

You : What's the next ride?

You hid your face in your friend's neck,hearing orgasms and messy squelches.

You : [muffled]It has something to do with genitals doesnt it..

Alien : ..The Thumper. Dear god,they sure like stretching people out..The rules are,how long can you ride or hump one before you nut..

You started laughing.

You : [giggles] Excuse you??

Alien : [chortles] Look.

The ride was exactly that...So how long can one go?Without nutting?

How long can you exactly go?

[skyartworkzzz]

How did life in the cult looked like before Narinder was killed and Lamb ascended?

Were they a benevolent leader or a cruel one?

And has anything changed since Lamb ascended?

OKAY SO MILDLY LONG RESPONSE UNDER THE CUT bless chu for these questions mwehe love me rambling .w. 💜

Before Narinder was killed and Lambert was still his vessel, everyone was pretty much living a regular routine The only thing that changed over time on all the followers was their growing "weirdness" due to the Lamb's influence as their Leader xD

When Narinder was defeated and Lamb became the new God of Death, life carried out pretty normally afterwards, but now with the followers being much more devoted to the Lamb! Many who were once skeptical to their ways were converted too Im still questioning on whether the followers should be aware of who Nari used to be or not since- well they did see the whole ass fight in the game so I think itd be natural for them to know LMAO BUT IF THEY DO KNOW WHO NARI WAS, theres a chance some would make fun of him either on his face or on his back for what he is now: a follower just like them. Some would probably praise the Lamb at him, most would likely leave him alone........theres many possibilities, but overall theyd get used to his presence like any other fellow cult-mate x'D

Lamb has always been a kind, just leader who tried their best to make everyone comfortable in their new home at the cult, but that is not to say that when shit would get serious They Would Be Serious. Many difficult dissenters have already perished on their hands or were tortured to conversion While some followers felt a sense of familiarity with Lamby and treated them like a close friend, others were too scared or shy to approach despite knowing how nice they were Lambert never seemed to care much what others thought of them, but did try to put in the effort to at least leave a respectful and trustworthy image in their minds as their Leader At the beginning they never searched to develop stronger bonds with their followers, but as time went by after living with the same faces for a while, it just- happened xD

Once the Lamb's ascension started in order to become an official God, the cult slowly got more and more scared of their Leader, either for fear of who they were becoming or worry for who they were losing Many followers and Disciples that grew closer to the Lamb became overly concerned about their well-being, making sure to constantly check in whenever they noticed something was off The closer Lambert got to divinity, the more distance they started to place between them and the followers. Not because they wanted to, but because they were no longer able to relate to them and they to the Lamb (like friends growing apart for being interested in different things yk) Naturally, theyd feel lonely LOL and cling more onto Narinder since he is the only one who knows what they are going through (for the most part at least-)

ONE DAY ILL GET A GOOD AMOUNT OF COMICS AND A TIMELINE SET UP TO ILLUSTRATE THESE BETTER for now thats it </3

[asterefflores]

Hello Aster....

Im the who gave the idea of the twins argument..

Now i have another idea

Please save me😂😭

You know I was just thinking about what would happen if Roksoo just wake up in the middle of the night and feel his body is burning because he's having a fever but he just ignore it and then Cale would wake up by his moans in sleep because he was sick and having nightmares at the same time...

So.. yeah..

with the presence of daddy Tristan Please 😭❤️

Sorry for giving you trouble and Thank you so much😭❤️

Daddy Tristan must be with them in every request now I think lol xD

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Cold, it was freezing cold…

His body went numb and even stopped shaking at some point. He wondered if this was how he would finally die.

People hurriedly walked past the alley to their homes to avoid the coming storm. It wasn’t like they hadn’t noticed the child lying on the floor curled up on himself, looking too frail and barely alive. Their glances lasted less than a second.

He hoped for a little bit of sympathy. Having an extra layer to wear would be appreciated. However, it appears that people have become accustomed to seeing homeless and dying people on the streets.

Perhaps he couldn’t say people were cruel for this. Surely, ignoring poor people didn’t come naturally at first. He himself had met some particularly obscene and desperate beggars who had come to be viewed as a potential danger to anyone showing a moment of kindness.

He never thought of excusing those people in the past; a kid wouldn’t be able to understand all sides of society. He only focused on surviving and avoiding getting beaten up. He could steal some clothes and food from shops around, but he hates pain. Scamming was much better, but he couldn’t move an inch now after getting ganged up by some teens who couldn’t find a stray cat to bully as their daily routine. Instead, they found a stray kid and probably thought, ‘Even better’.

Now he was all bruised, and he was too tired to try and find shelter for the night. He wished for one person to feel a bit sorry for him, but the streets soon became empty, and there was no one to glance his way anymore. There was no use to keep his eyes open in hopes that anyone would come his way to help.

Even though he probably should keep his eyes open in case other bullies would target him on a whim again, he was too tired.

His eyes slowly closed…

He lived long, yet he still found it difficult to survive once again in a dirty alley with a body of skin and bones.

The storm arrived, and he barely even flinched under the torrential downpour.

However, he didn’t know if he was starting to imagine stuff, but he felt warm below the water that pooled from the rainstorm, or was he dying?

If this is how death feels like, then perhaps he should’ve given up long ago…

“Mhm…”

A quiet sound escaped him as he basked in the warmth at last, feeling at ease as he was drowned underwater.

He felt incredibly light, as if his soul was finally set free. He was floating away and safe from everyone…

“—ung…”

Wait, how is he a kid again?

“—yung…”

Where are his Ancient Powers?

“Hyung…”

“…mmh…?”

The muffled sounds of drowning were suddenly gone when he opened his eyes, though he strained to keep them open before he finally gave up after a few tired blinks.

“…hmm…?”

Why can’t he form a single word? Why does his body feel heavy and cold all over? Why is it hard to move even his jaw?

He soon felt like he was suffocating. He noticed his shallow breathing…

“Hmm…” he made a quiet sound with his eyes closed, appreciating the cool hand that came to rest on his forehead.

“Gentle Human, is the Human still having a nightmare…?”

He heard Raon asking quietly, sounding worried.

“I think he’s awake now, dear. But…he has a fever…”

‘…was I making noises in my sleep?’

Rok-Soo heard Cale softly speaking to the kids while seemingly tapping on some device, almost whispering so as not to disturb his hyung even though his hyung was awake indeed.

He gulped as he thought of speaking, and he slightly frowned in pain at how sore his throat was. ‘I really have a fever?’

How was that possible? What about the Vitality of the Heart?

“Hyung, I called Dad. He’ll be here in a second— ah, here he is.”

‘Right, we decided to spend the night in the tower…’

He could feel at ease with Tristan around. Their dad somehow always manages to solve their issues fast, after all.

Just as Cale announced, Rok-Soo felt another presence calmly sitting by his side on the bed. He felt another hand patting his head gently.

“…something is restricting his Ancient Powers, it seems.”

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed with his eyes still closed at hearing Tristan.   

“Probably the effect of a malfunctioning device in the tower,” Tristan explained, standing up calmly after, “I’ll go take a look quickly.” He walked back to the teleport podium and looked at Cale, “Don’t let him drink or eat anything yet, not even water. It may worsen his condition.”

“I understand.”

Tristan offered a little smile to Cale and the kids, “It won’t take long.”

He left as soon as they relaxed their expressions.

Rok-Soo felt the bed dip a little on his left. The hand on his forehead moved to his chest just above the blanket, patting lightly.

Pat, Pat…

‘…is dongsaeng using magic?’

The action made him feel less cold. It felt nice and comfortable. He could drift back to sleep with this…

…he heard little, soft murmurs from the kids, and it all helped lull him to sleep eventually…

This time, he dreamt of his brat of a dongsaeng joking beside him with the kids before sleep, teasing him with light pats on his chest and the kids mimicking him as they patted his head and cheek with their paws.

He kept sighing, smiling and laughing while they played silly again, as they always do every night.

The rest of the dream was a haze when he suddenly opened his eyes and found the gentle sunlight streaming in through the windows on his right.

He blinked blankly, lying still and staring at the ceiling. The room was as comfortably quiet as usual, with the kids sticking to him in their sleep.

“Good morning.”

He looked to the door at the whisper to find Cale just entering the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“…did I have a fever?” Rok-Soo asked as Cale walked toward the bed, showing his easy smile as if nothing had happened.

“Yes, you did, it wasn’t a dream.” Cale answered and sat on the chair beside the bed. “Dad came back half an hour later and said it shouldn’t take long for your Ancient Powers to help you recover soon. Minutes later, and your fever was gone.”

“I see.” The whole night feels like a blur in his mind now. It’s been so long since he last fell sick, so it was almost a foreign experience now after all those years. “Why are you smiling like that?” He finally asked when the brat kept smiling strangely with amused eyes.

“I just wonder, what were you dreaming about? You kept smiling the whole time in your sleep before you started laughing.” Cale chuckled so as not to wake the kids, “The kids called Dad again. They told him to come check again because you were probably possessed.”

“……”

Cale started giggling quietly as his hyung sighed.

“Dad effortlessly convinced them they should get to sleep because their worrying souls are the ones disturbing you, so Raon used magic to make the three of them sleep until I wake them up.”

“……”

Rok-Soo just sighed again while his dongsaeng laughed at the whole thing.

He pretended later to have forgotten what he dreamt about, and of course, neither Cale nor Tristan believed him, probably even the kids.

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[akutasoda]

Could we get a reader with an avoidant personality disorder (avpd) with Jouno and ayatsuji? (I love how you make content for him, my beloved deserves it)

Thank you!!

please talk to me

synopsis - you are everything to your lover, but you just couldn't see why

includes - jouno, ayatsuji

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, feelings of insecurity, social anxiety, wc - 530

a/n: he indeed deserves more content and im more than happy to provide it haha!

saigiku jouno ★↷

you probably met jouno as a hunting dog. your constant need to do your best as to avoid disappointment in others lead you to becoming of such a high position. he immediately would notice your lack of interaction with fellow hunting dogs, only talking when absolutely necessary. he were even more quieter than tecchou.

however he felt naturally attracted to you and despite your obvious adversion to becoming close with people he managed to succeed in getting somewhat close to you. it took even longer for you two to become official. he obviously would of made the first move.

you would've been too scared to ruin what you had managed to obtain so far by confessing and potentially getting rejected. he did find your shyness quite endearing up until it stopped you from doing things and your constant way of stopping yourself from doing anything. he wouldn't kind of be stumped at how to help you.

but he would definitely make sure to compliment you more often and if he noticed you feeling particularly bad ine day would make sure you stopped thinking like that and list the reasons why you were so great. kind of gives it a tough love approach.

would take it slow with you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or make you feel even worse. but wouldn't stand you constantly feeling bad about yourself, you were the greatest thing in the world to him and he wanted you to see why.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

similarly, you had met ayatsuji by being a co-worker of tsujimura and had been assigned to watch him with her. while it made you quite uneasy having to constantly be around people, you were more scared to disappoint them.

you had probably gotten to your position through this, constantly wanting to be the best you could to avoid being criticized and or disappoint those around you. it would be a new routine but you would eventually get used to it.

he had immediately noticed your stark contrast in personality compared to tsujimura. you were quite and avoided talking the best you could, sometimes even seeming like you even distrusted her.

it would probably take a very long time for you to actually start a relationship a friendship with him and he most likely had to be the one to ask you out. you had feared constantly that one of the first friendships you had would turn to nothing if you tried to advance it.

but through the whole time he would try and subtly build up your self-esteem. he obviously was attracted to you because of who you were and seeing you constantly doubt yourself and be so self isolated made his heart break. how could you think so lowly of yourself? you were amazing!

but he knew if he pressed to much it would make it worse so that's why he would do it subtly. making sure you knew how much you actually meant to him. slowly increasing his compliments towards you and making sure it became a second nature to hear it and not make it uncomfortable for you. and hoping to eventually bring you out of your little habits.

[allastoredeer]

I love theory/lore time!

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I wanted to say that I also agree with both intakes and those who overall theorize that the person/entity that owns Alastor's soul is either Eve or Roo.

Honestly, Idk if Eve and Roo are different or the same. Maybe they started as two separate entities, but after Eve ate the forbidden apple, they slowly became one. Kind of like how it seemed that Roo was an entity and not just a concept, what allowed Roo to get released in the physical world was the ingestion and possession of Eve… or maybe I'm just sippling.

Anyway, I think the main reason why I feel am not Alastor's contractor is because I just have this feeling that she is not a threat. The show makes it seem as if she was sort of conspiring against hell, but it does not make sense to me for a person who was basically that face of the resistance to sort of be a threat to Charlie and hell in general. She seems sketchy, not going to lie, and that whole thing of both Lilith and Alastor disappearing at the same time is highly suspicious, but idk… maybe I'm crazing but I do not feel such animosity from Alastor to Lilith.

One could look at Al's reaction to Lucifer as maybe a remainder to whom he may a deal (if it was Lilith), besides the obvious of him maybe threatening his position at the hotel. But if that was the case, I would think he would not act the way he does with Charlie. Yes, it can be argued that acts that way because he is trying to manipulate Charlie into something regarding the deal (probably… he is but we are uncertain of what he might really go for with the deal he made), but it just does not add. He might have a soft spot for women, but it does not add that he acted mildly with Charlie (the daughter of the person who owns his soul, in this scenario) when just the mention of him being on a leash had him losing his cool like he did with Husk in ep5. It does not add that he had a mental breakdown because he might have almost gotten attached and risked his life for this group of people (also because he might have overestimated his powers, and we do not exactly know how much the deal restricts him in terms of power). I totally see him working alongside her because he must gain what he has, but I just do not see it being so "friendly" with her. Or maybe I am just underestimating his acting skills.

My point is that (at least in my head, and the way I interpreted the situation) I see more possibility that Eve/Roo/something else is the one holding Al's soul and not Lilith. Now, again, it is really weird that both of them went away at the same time. My theory is that, somewhere along the lines (sometime after Al's made the deal maybe) both he and Lilith partner to maybe stop Eve/Roo or Eve/Roo made Al and Lilith confront in a way that made Lilith having to seek shelter in Heaven, and Alastor to go away. But I feel it was Lilith who might have asked Alastor to watch/help Charlie, and he might have agreed because it is convenient as well… and maybe because it was also Eve/Roo's order…

IDK maybe he is a double spy, and despite all this, he is trying to seek the perfect opportunity which is going to give him the chance to "move all the strings". I also headcanon that both might have a level of respect for one another but that is just a crazy thought of mine because they haven't even interacted so… idk

Anyway, sorry for the rant. Love how your mind thinks!

ALRIGHT IM HERE! I know this has been sitting in my inbox for the past week, but I'm here now and ready to get into it!

I've never considered the possibility that Eve and Roo are the same, but hmmm, thinking about it, I'm not so sure. In the opening of the show, it's said that evil already exists.

Angels shielded all from Evil. So, Roo (the literal Root of all Evil) will have existed long before Eve was even created. If she were using Eve as a host, however... ◉_◉ As being the first one to let evil into the world being the gateway (for a lack of better word) and Roo taking advantage of that...

It was Adam and Eve eating the apple that allowed evil to find it's way to Earth.

Like, the phrasing here says it all. "For with this single act of disobedience, evil FINALLY found its way into Earth."

So not only has evil existed for a long time, it's implied that it's been trying to find a way to get to Earth. (Also, the Roo theory brain is taking over, this whole scene, with these black tendrils growing, turning into a hand, and curling around Earth, do those not resemble roots to anyone? I'd gif it if I knew how, but it literally looks like roots growing up and wrapping themselves around humanity. ROOT OF ALL EVIL, come on, the symbolism is there.)

And with Alastor, I truly think he cares more than he wants. I think he cares more than he expected to. I know there's a lot of people who just do NOT think he does, and that he's going to be the big bad (or at least an antagonist), and while I don't disagree about the antagonist part (I can see him being an obstacle to get in their way), I just think there's going to be more to his character arc. I don't think he's just going to manipulate the hotel, betray everyone, and get all the power he's ever wanted and that's IT.

For one, as any writer knows, stories need conflict. Characters need conflict. One could argue that Alastor's deal is his conflict, but I think his true conflict is going to be getting attached to Charlie and co. and not wanting to. i think he's going to fight it tooth and nail, but I think, in the end, he's going to be their ally (or as much of an ally as he can be considering someone--most likely the actual antagonist of the show--has his soul).

And I agree with you about his relationship with Charlie. We can already see that he's a good at manipulating. The "Dad Beat Dad" episode gave us numerous examples of him using his relationship with Charlie (saying things like "We're all very proud of her," and that he's "happy to fulfill her bizarre requests") to get under Lucifer's skin, while Charlie is shown to whole-heartedly believe him. He IS a manipulator and he knows how to pin-point that insecurity to get what he wants.)

However, there's also examples in the show where he was kind and considerate to Charlie when he literally didn't need to be. There was no reason or benefit to him for doing so.

One example would be him going with her to assist in getting the cannibals help. He didn't need to do this. He got what he wanted. He officially has a deal with Charlie. He gave her the information she needs in exchange for a favor, there's no reason to linger. But he does, and not only does he freely suggest Cannibal Town, but he's going WITH her to recruit their help.

When Charlie is talking to Rosie to get said help, she's frantic and stumbling over herself, and Alastor pipes in to help her. Later, when Charlie is singing her song to convince the cannibals, he pipes in again (when it's obvious they're not entirely on board) to include that they'll get to eat angels, which is the tipping point that gets the town interested. And another time during that same song when he said "he knew she could do it all along." Charlie wasn't there, so who was he supposed to be manipulating in that scenario?

Rosie? As if Rosie doesn't already know Alastor's whole schtick, she was literally telling him about souls he could go make deals with earlier in the episode. Demons who are in a territory that they can't properly defend, which would make them desperate. Easy pickings to manipulate a few into giving up their souls.

He had faith in Charlie getting the cannibals to join and even helped her along every step of the way.

And that's not even mentioning the fact that he has literally let her use his cane twice. His cane, which Vivzepop has said is like an extension of himself. We haven't seen him let anyone else in the series touch his cane. Hell, he didn't even need to offer his cane in the first place, the microphone she was using earlier was still right there.

One could argue he was trying to get the cannibals to help so they could defend the hotel and have a better chance at, you know, NOT dying. But there's multiple times when he does things he didn't have to do, because there was literally no benefit of it to him. But he did.

Because I think he's more attached than he wants to believe.

Where was I...I went on an Alastor tangent.

But yes! The way I see it right now, I can see Roo going after Lillith because Lillith empowered demonkind.

Lucifer may the the ultimate ruler of Hell, but it's obvious that he didn't really...interact much with the rest of Hell. At least from what we've seen. He was ashamed of what he did and lost his will to dream.

He fell into depression. I think when he and Lillith had Charlie, it really did make him happy. I think it brought him out of his depression for a bit, but depression doesn't just...go away. At least not for everyone. And we do see that something had to happen between him and Lillith to result in them splitting up, AND something had to happen to him and Charlie to result in them not seeing each other for long periods of time, to the point of Charlie not even wanting to call him for help when she could really use it.

Guys been in depression for a while, and I can't see him getting involved with Hell, which he's ashamed of creating at all. I can see him being more than happy to step aside for Lillith to handle it herself. I don't think Roo would see him as much of a threat so long as he's not getting involved.

Because as the show says:

She literally EMPOWERED demonkind. Hell grew and evolved, and it became so much more. It became powerful enough for Heaven to not only take notice, but to get worried.

Lillith has MUCH more of an impact in Hell. She has more reach and authority, and I can see Roo being intimidated and/or threatened by that. There's a lot Roo (the Root of All Evil) can do in Hell, where the sinners and wicked go--those who commit evil acts. This should be her PLAYGROUD. But it's Lillith who has authority here.

So maybe Roo needed to get her out of the way? And how much farther can she get Lillith from Hell then having her go to Heaven?

I definitely think there's a connection between Alastor and Lillith. Maybe Lillith did enlist Alastor for his help. Maybe Roo already got Alastor's soul and he helped her, in some way, get Lillith to go to Heaven. I don't know what the connection is, but I'm so eager to find out.

(Also, can we all talk about how Lillith empowered demonkind with her voice, her songs, and Charlie is out here singing every time she wants to help Hell--when she first got the meeting with Adam, when she's trying to convince Adam of her plan, her song with Pentious, etc... And when Rosie asks how she typically tries to get people interested in her hotel, she does so by singing. All of her songs are about love, redemption, being better, working together, almost as if she's trying to empower demonkind with her voice too.)

I think we should talk more about not only what Charlie gets from Lucifer, but what she gets from Lillith as well.

But YES, I'm just so eager to see the whole deal with Alastor and Lillith, and I REALLY think Roo is going to come into play here somewhere. I really do. If not now, then later.

Personally, I still think Roo has Alastor's soul, but who knows? Maybe Lillith DOES have Alastor's soul, but Roo blackmailed/threatened Lillith into going to Heaven, so Lillith ordered Alastor to keep an eye on Charlie for her? Who knows? No one.

Who wants to know? ME!

fgo;fg;sgnsjn AHH I fucking love talking about this show, it gets my brain going.

[animeomegas]

congrats on 4k!!!! im so excited to see what everyone sends in! could you do itachi with life drawing, (maybe nude portraits hehe) maybe childhood friends? i feel like the reunion would be awkward and kind of silly (especially if it’s nude portraits lmao) i suppose this is a non massacre au too

Thank you!! I love this request, thank you for sending it in <3

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ITACHI + CHILDHOOD FRIENDS + NUDE MODEL LIFE DRAWING

It was exhilarating seeing Itachi again.

He had changed a lot since the days when you would explore the palace together, play games in the grounds and go swimming in the lake, but then again, you had changed just as much.

You had mourned your friendship once you both became old enough that issues of propriety started being raised and Itachi's parents decided that it wasn't proper for their omega heir to go galivanting off with an alpha by himself. Yes, you'd still seen him at parties for some godawful small talk and the occasional dance, but it just wasn't the same.

But now, him being here was bringing everything flooding back.

"Mother says she's set up something for us to do in the West Tower," you explained, dragging Itachi by the hand. "Do you remember where that is?"

"Of course," Itachi laughed, following you easily. You felt giddy, like you were naughty children sneaking out to play again.

Itachi had been polite and friendly, but undoubtedly cold when he'd first arrived at the palace as your fiancé, but you had slowly but surely worn him down until it felt like nothing had changed at all from those early days.

His smile was so bright and it was fuelling your own joy twofold.

The sounds of footsteps and laughing echoed around the halls as you went, several servants giving you both amused or exasperated looks that you ignored. Itachi was here! Back with you! You would at the very least be married to an old friend that you could love and trust, and that meant the world to you.

As the door to the West Tower came in view, Itachi moved forward and grabbed the handle before you, confident in his childhood memories that he was going to the right room. As you approached behind, you were vaguely curious as to what your mother had set up for you, but if it was with Itachi, you knew you'd enjoy it.

As you walked in, you first noticed the two easels that had been set up in the room. You weren't surprised because the West Tower had some beautiful windows that made the rooms perfect for painting, but in the centre of the room where you expected to see a vase of flowers or an artfully arranged spread of fruit, was a woman wearing a flimsy dressing gown.

You sighed internally; of course your mother would choose something like this. Despite her image as a serious queen and ruler, you knew she had a playful streak a mile wide and had probably thought it hilarious to put you and Itachi into this situation knowing how traditional and modest the Uchiha family were.

Seeing you enter, the woman smiled at you both, untying the dressing gown and, yep, there was nothing underneath.

"Good afternoon," she said, voice pleasant. She sat down on a chair and arranged her body into a clearly well-practiced position. "Please let me know if there are any changes to my position that you require."

With that, she fell silent. You chanced a glance over at Itachi and the damage was just as you thought. His pale skin had turned a bright red and his eyes were wider than you'd ever seen them. His gaze was fixated on the woman.

"Itachi?" you asked hesitantly, stifling your laughter. "Are you alright?"

Itachi jumped like a frightened rabbit, ripping his gaze away from the model and looking everywhere apart from at you.

"It's- I- I- didn't realise that, this, this, this sort of thing was- ah," he stumbled over his words, but you understood his meaning nonetheless. Nude model life drawing was the kind of thing considered inappropriate in his family, but yours had always been laissez-faire about such matters.

You couldn't keep the laughter at bay any longer and a snort escaped. Itachi turned to glare at you, but the effect was far less intimidating coming from someone who looked like a tomato.

"What's wrong, 'tachi?" you teased, leaning into his personal space. "You don't like life drawing?"

He pursed his lips together, well aware that you were teasing him.

"Let's sit down and get started," he said instead of answering you. He walked over to the farthest easel confidently, arranging his pencils and paints with ease, but when he glanced up at the model once more, you could see him falter. You felt a grin creep up on your face. You had a feeling that watching Itachi was going to be far more entertaining than the life drawing.

...

After about half an hour of almost silent sketching, you were making good progress on your drawing. Alphas weren't often encouraged to peruse art, especially royal ones like yourself, but your drawing accurately reflected the amount of work you'd put in growing up.

Itachi's though? You felt your chest shake in an effort to supress your amusement. He was fairly skilled from the looks of it, but rather than complete a rough sketch and then work on the details, he had hyper focused on sketching the woman's face.

Glancing over at his canvas, you could see that her body was still comprised of only a few lines while her face and hair were fully shaded. You had also noticed him sneaking not-so-subtle glances at the model before flushing pink and returning to his work. You didn't blame him for being curious after his obviously limited experience with the naked body growing up.

"Perhaps, I should ask the servants to prepare some smelling salts in advance," you said suddenly, breaking the silence. Itachi looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed. "If you are going to behave like this on our wedding night, you may very well faint."

Itachi blinked at you for a few moments, processing what you were implying, before his face returned to that glorious shade of red that you were going to have great fun coaxing out of him at every given opportunity.

"That's-" Itachi's eyes darted over to the model who was the picture of professionalism and obviously pretending not to be able to hear you. "Do not speak of such things!"

You laughed joyfully.

"You are right, dearest fiancé. Such things are much more fun to do than speak about."

Itachi didn't deign to give that a response, instead turning back to his drawing with fervour.

You giggled to yourself, but also turned back to your drawing. You could certainly say that this was the most fun you'd ever had life drawing, and you made a mental note to thank your mother when you next saw her.

Time passed quickly once you truly focused on your drawing, which was why it was so starting when something wet hit your cheek.

You sat up in surprise, hand automatically rising to your cheek and dabbing at the wetness. You brought your hand in front of your face and saw your fingers stained with red. Blood? You felt a flash of panic, but your mind quickly corrected you. No, not blood... paint.

Your eyes darted over to Itachi but he was completely focused on sketching, his face as innocent as possible. But the little paint brush, next to a small pot of red paint that sat beside him was hardly innocent.

"You little-" you said under your breath.

"Did you say something?" Itachi asked turning to you. He feigned surprise at the paint on your face. "Oh, you have a little paint on your cheek. Did you know?"

Itachi's eyes were dancing with mirth. He was getting payback for all the teasing. Your mind started running at a mile a minute, trying to come up with a way to turn this back on him.

If everyday was going to be as entertaining as this, you couldn't wait to get married.

[armeenix]

Armin when he meets your shy cat

!fluff! !GN reader!

C/n stands for cat name just so you guys know!

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•when armin found out that you had a cat he was so excited to meet them!

•as soon as he found out he began buying all kinds of things for your cat. I'm talking expensive treats, a scratching post, tons and tons of toys, he even comissions one of his favorite creators to sew and crotche some cute clothes and hats and all kinds of things for your little kitty😭

•usually your cat doesn't really like to wear clothes but when it comes to the ones armin got them they love to wear them! Sometimes when you are planning on taking your cat with you somewhere c/n will walk into the room that you're in with one of the clothes that armin got them in their mouth and wait for you to put it on them😭

•Armin really really REALLY wanted to finally meet your cat but the problem is your cat is really shy when it comes to people

•you barely have people over because of how shy and timid your cat gets

•but with all of the things armin has done for you and your cat and how much he loves you and your cat even though he has never even met the kitty warms your heart. So you make the decision to finally have him over and see how c/n reacts to him

•you expected c/n to be really shy and nervous but surprisingly armin was the one that was nervous!

•when you walked into the door with armin behind you c/n looked at the both of your curiously. Armin hid behind you though💀

•he was terrified of your cat running away so he stayed behind you the entire time as you walked into your room

•at one point armin was stiffly sitting on the edge of your bed when c/n walked into the room. They both looked at each other for a moment but then c/n ran out of the room

•Armin was so sad but he understood and didn't try to look for the cat

A: "I should probably give them their space huh?"

He looked so sad he even had a small pout😭😭

Y: "awh armin it's ok c/n just needs time to get used to you, I'm sure they'll like you!

•That night when he left c/n walked I'm between your legs and looked at him. He smiled and waved bye to them before leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek

•Over the next few weeks whenever Armin would come over c/n would go hide and avoid him until he was standing on the porch about to leave. It became a routine for Armin to wave bye to c/n and kiss you goodbye. You think c/n actually likes saying bye to him.

•You began to notice that instead if c/n running out of whatever room the two of you were in they would sit on the floor and nap or just watch you and Armin hang out. It seemed like they were starting to be curious about Armin

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•one day in October armin was over. You and him had made Halloween treats before putting on some scary movies to get into the "spooky spirit" as armin liked to say

•the two of you were cuddling when all of a sudden c/n jumped onto your lap and looked up at armin

•Armin stared back at them before looking up at you. He felt his lips pull into a small smile as he thought about how much he loves you and c/n😭

Y: I can feel you staring at me you know. Weren't you the one that begged me to give this movie a chance? And you're not even paying attention to it, wowww

•you looked over at him and ruffled his hair playfully

A: im sorry but I couldn't help it, you're just so beautiful!

Y: yeah, yeah whatever sweet talker

•in that moment armin leaned in to give you a little kiss but instead of his lips meeting yours he felt two small paws on each side of his face and something fluffy rubbing against his nose. He opened his eyes to see c/n rubbing their fluffy little face against his😭💖

•you watched in surprise at the interaction but armin was so happy. He slowly began to pet c/n as to not scare them away. It warned your heart to finally see the connection that had slowly formed between c/n and him finally be shown through physical affection.

•at the end of the night c/n was clinging onto armins jeans and meowing as they tried to get him to stay. Of course it worked because armin couldn't say no to c/ns wide eyes💀

•your heart swelled with love and warmth at the interactions from the night, especially when c/n somehow ended up being rested between you and armins bodies

A: y/n..?

Y: hmm?

A: I think I wanna get a cat too

Y:I'm not sure if c/n will like that

A: why not??

Y: because one they get really comfortable with someone they get jealous and don't like to share, like c/n gets super attached.i think they're afraid that people won't pay attention to them anymore

A:I don't think that will be a problem. I mean sure c/n will have to share my attention but that doesn't mean I won't love them any less, its exactly how I feel about you

Y:.....

A: uh y/n did you hear what I said?

Y: armin I love you..but like with all of the love in my heart, shut the fuck up and go to sleep, love youuu

He wanted to say something but decided against it and reluctantly drifted off into a y/n and c/n filled dream.

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HOLY FUCK IVE BEEN WANTING TO FINISJ THIS FOR WEEKS😭 I just haven't had the motivation but I finally finished, I hope people enjoy this and please if you did, repost this it would be much appreciated because it helps people see my works. Also if you have a writing request I take those aswell any interactions with my writing and my account are welcome and appreciated!-ARMEENIX!!<3333