#it doesn't even necessarily have to be somewhere new he just likes going places

[soulsxng]

Archetypes quiz | Tarinx edition!

41% Rebel: The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

25% Athlete: The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. Staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them (as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either).

24% Explorer: The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.

[pia-nor481]

Daniel Ricciardo NSFW alphabet

A-Aftercare (what they're like after sex?)

He very much likes looking after her, so imagine long showers/ baths. He is certified skincareologist-he has watched her do the routines so many times that he's a professional now. Plus he loves to rub moisturisers all over her body. He loves physical contact so don't expect to be left alone.

B-Body part (what is their favourite part of theirs and their partner?)

I think he really likes his abs, it's just nice to look at. (The fact he doesn't like his side profile is criminal)

He LOVES his partners hips, perfect to grab. I believe he likes to hold her hips when dancing, or railing her.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

I don't think he Cums a lot, volume wise. But he just loves to cum. I believe he has a preference of cumming inside, however he's happy with where ever she wants it.

D-Dirty secret (just a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he’d really want to fuck in slightly public places, a pool is the best example. Just something about it is so appealing.

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

VERY. He's obviously very attractive and so has had many girls. He's learned all of the possible techniques and doesn't need guidance. He loves to try our new methods and can read her like a book.

F- Favourite position

Cowgirl- I don't know what you expected from me. He loves any position where she's riding him. Or maybe where she's up against a wall. He also definitely likes car sex (have you seen the interview?)

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

75% serious. He likes to really focus on the sex but other times he just can't help but he his funny self.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

The hair is exactly the same. I will say though he strikes me as someone who's completely clean shaven, but waits quite a while to shave again. It's not a matter of forgetting or laziness, but actually convince. He doesn't have to trim it as often this way. He does have a tummy trail which I think is cute- even though no one asked.

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Romantic? Pleasure driven?)

Very romantic, he likes to be sweet and loving. Daniel definitely likes to hold hands. But I can also see him just repeating "fuck" as he's pounding her when she's pushed up against some wall, and he's just so desperate for pleasure that's all he can think about.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Self care king. He actually really likes to masturbate, whether that he by himself or with her watching. He does really enjoy his hand.

K- Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM- not in a super SM way. He likes restraints and blindfolds, but not necessarily pain. A little is fun, just enough that it doesn’t cause an issue for the following day

Wax- he likes to drip hot wax down her body during the off season. This definitely started with one of those lotion candles and then with some other low temperature melting candles.

Edging- Daniel loves hearing her beg to cum, bucking her hips towards him just for that release. But he doesn’t like to give it to her straight away.

L- Location (their favourite place)

Anywhere in the house-the kitchen is great for bending her over, or eating her out while she's sat on the counter. The living room is perfect for soft/cuddley sofa sex, or when she wants to ride him, but he must have his hands on her.

The car- anytime Daniel gets a new car he makes a point of driving her somewhere, whether it's just the longest route possible or to go to a secluded location. He likes the option of her riding him in the front, or fucking her in the back. Also, road head!!

M- Motivation (what gets them going?)

He loves a sexy phone call, or a really long voice note of her pleasuring herself. He's not fond of sexting but, phone sex is one of his favourites. So just hearing her saying things like "I'm so wet just thinking about what you're going to do to me tomorrow." He just can't resist.

The dancing has made a come back, even if it's very innocent, he'll find a way.

He's a man and so will like visual things, so anytime you're showing him an outfit, or he sees lingerie.

N- No (what turns them off)

Anything typically considered "gross" like piss and such. This might just be me protecting my hate, you do you though.

I also don't think he wasn't to be a cuck. Or a bottom tbh

O- Oral (preference on giving or receiving. Skill)

This man loves blow jobs so much it's unreal. I could spend hours talking about this. He enjoys most techniques, when his tip is up against the roof of her mouth, or pushing against her cheek, or when is dick is down her throat. He loves it all!!! He does also really love giving, I think this is something he's grown more into liking. He might need a little convincing for her to ride his face but once he starts he doesn't want to stop. Pussy DRUNK.

P- Pace (Are they fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)

He loves to be sensual, his love language is physical touch so you should know he's taking his time to really feel absolutely everything. That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hardcore. He likes rough and hard, he likes to be fast, when he wants to prove a point ;)

Q- Quickie (their opinions on them? How often?)

He is very neutral. It happens every now and then, he does enjoy them, but would definitely prefer lots of foreplay and teasing, no matter how much he likes to cum.

R- Risk (will they experiment? Do they take risks?)

I don't know if this is an Australian thing, but these lot seem to be up for pretty much everything. So I think he's more than happy to try anything that isn't a hard no. So he definitely takes risks.

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they go for?)

I don't think that many rounds (as much as I love him, he is 34) but that doesn't stop him. Probably 2/3

T-Toys (do they own any? Do they use them? On a partner or themself?)

I think there is one of every kind. But only one toy gets used at a time. You can have cuffs or a vibrator, not both. He doesn't really use them on himself, unless he's

U-Unfair (how much do they tease?)

He absolutely loves it. He’ll be torturing her clit for ages, then just pull away to kiss around her cunt, or onto her thighs. In my mind he always runs his hands over her body in a featherlight teasing manner.

V-Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

He groans very loud, and it’s always super throaty. I think he gets out of breath very quickly where he really likes to talk through out. It’s another way of his teasing.

W-Wild card (a random headcanon)

I think he actually quite liked period sex. Idk why, not to bring up the Australian thing again, but I genuinely believe he’d really like it. Just the intimacy and providing relief ig.

X-X-ray (how big are they?)

Definitely quite long, but not that thick. I think either bends very lightly left, or up.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Not that high, however if she wanted to fuck, he’s never going to say no. I think now that he’s doing a lot more, he’s a lot busier :(

Z-Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

I like to think that he stays up quite late. Daniel likes to fall asleep to noise (cannon) so he’d like conversations or just generally listening to her talk. Or maybe he’d put some soft music on.

Pinterest wasn’t giving what I needed today. I was looking for such a specific image but it wasn’t providing.

[dontfearrr]

Best friends father

Heavily based on best friends brother from victorious lmfao. But this is a very funny request that you can find here

(gif not mine:)

Pairing: Thranduil x Elf!reader

Summary: Legolas and Thranduil have no idea of each others roles in your life

Warnings: none

Category: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Word count: 1.6k

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Twisting branches hovered high above her and all around her, whistles of the wind through the trees lingered through her ears like an eerie song sung just for her. She glanced around the path, knowing he was out there somewhere, he played this game with her all the time. However this time she was determined to win it. She felt chills crawl up her spine and she nocked an arrow in the blink of an eye, turning her body and releasing the arrow further up.

He felt the brush of the arrow graze his arm and he knew she had won. He swung from branch to branch and landed in front of her on his two feet, she watched his hair fall down back into place perfectly and she giggled, crossing her arms. “You know what, I'll give that one to you. I'm impressed.” He swung his bow back over his shoulder.

“Legolas it is quite rude to underestimate a lady” She told the white haired elf who stared down at her in amusement. “Sorry…if i'm not mistaken, i've won every single time, until now. So I think it was fair” Legolas joked back, only poking at you playfully.

She’d known Legolas for a good thousand years by now, they met during a trading with Imladris and since then they were glued together at the hip. Best friends some would say but if you asked her, she'd tell you he's some silly dumb ass who doesn't know how to handle his elven wine. 

“You just insist on making sure i know you're better than me.'' She gave him a playful eyeroll and began their walk back to the main palace, knowing they both have duties to tend to. “I assume once we return you'll be going off with your mystery lover?” Legolas teased, knowing lately she'd been quite infatuated and busied with her new asset. He was glad she had finally found someone in her life, he felt like a proud brother. (the irony im so sorry)

“You'd be correct, elf boy. Hopefully he's feeling extra nice today..” She teased, knowing Legolas hated hearing the descriptive details of their relationship. 

Legolas groaned in agony and shook his head at her suggestive and very unnecessary comment. “I have never met a more interesting creature.” He used his index finger to push at her shoulder jokingly as they approached the main gates. She gave him a playful smile and chuckled to herself as the guards let them into the kingdom.

“Farewell my friend, late nightfall?” Legolas spoke as he began to walk in the opposite direction of her, waiting for her reply before he turned around. 

“Late nightfall it is! Don't miss me too much!” 

She bowed to him dramatically and watched him turn around and walk off, she did the same. Only she waited until he was completely out of her sight before she began walking to the palace, her head facing the ground to hide from onlookers. Not that it necessarily mattered, however she wouldn't appreciate it if someone decided to gossip to the prince of her private whereabouts. She made her way down the main hall to the throne room, the guards allowing her through with the command of the king. 

She saw him perched upon his beautiful throne, his autumn crown complimenting his head and his blinding white hair fell down his shoulders perfectly, not one hair out of place. He was always a sight to see no matter how many times she'd see him. 

He caught her scent long before she even entered the throne room, his head positioned downward at the elf that approached him, her sweet presence instantly making his whole body relax from its usual tense state.

 “It is more than a pleasure to see you here, for I have missed you dearly.” his deep voice boomed throughout the entire room as he stood up and began descending from the stairs to meet her at the bottom.

 “It was like trying to swat a fly from your drink trying to get rid of him” she chuckled and met him halfway, looking up at him while his arms wrapped around her waist tenderly, pulling her flush against his body in a warm embrace. He ran a hand down the back of her head, smoothing down her hair as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “He seems persistent” he said, a bit jealous of her other companion no matter how many times she would reassure him it's not like that, nor will it ever be.

She just gave him a feigned look of annoyance and brought a hand up to place on his cheek, her thumb caressing his cheekbone gently. “My dear Thranduil, soon you will see the silliness of your jealousy.” she teased him, knowing he hated being called out on his feelings. “Do you insist on making me miserable, my lady?” He gave her a heartfelt smile and placed a hand on her back, gesturing for her to go to the private doors, doors which only the king and prince were allowed to use. They were passages that lead to everything, just quicker and more discrete. 

Every day, Thranduil took her to a new place, slowly showing her every beauty Mirkwood had to offer. His love for her grew every day and only made him want to do anything for her, anything he could. Today he was taking her to the Amaranthine Garden, the specific flora only visible to the royals. He was sure you'd love it for it is one of the few ethereal gardens amongst the elves.

Legolas was speaking with a royal guard, telling them about this morning’s duties, sending him off to go inform the rest. Right before he was about to walk back to the main quarters he was stopped by a messenger who handed him an envelope, he looked on the back seeing it was addressed to Thranduil. He cursed these damned messengers for not just giving it directly to his father, that was something he would also discuss with his father when he gave this to him.

He entered the throne room and found it empty..how strange. He never left his throne around these times unless it was severely important. He searched the room a bit and even called out for him but there was silence. That was until he spotted the private corridors left cracked. He could see the light emitting from the small opening of the door and approached it, he opened it fully but saw no one. Yet he got a whiff of a very familiar scent mixed with his fathers. It made him a little uncomfortable, he was determined to get to the bottom of this, something was up. So down the halls he went, peeking inside every single room, basically sniffing his father out like a dog.

She had her hand around his back and her body pressed into his side while he held her close, showing her the garden and telling her all about the unique plants she'd never seen before. There wasn't a second of this moment where she didn't have a smile on her face as her beloved spoke so gently. 

Thranduil bent down at his knees and carefully picked a beautiful bunch of Rhododendrons, pulling a thread from his pocket and tying the flowers at the stem, holding it out for her. She felt like a princess when she was with him, he treated her with the utmost respect. She took the flowers from him and smiled kindly. “Thranduil you never fail to put a smile on my face, you know that?” She set the flowers in her satchel and placed her hands on his chest.

“I live and breathe to please you meleth nin. I thought it was quite obvious.”

She giggled at this and felt his hands sneak to her waist, caressing her like a teenage boy, until his head snapped in the direction of the door that led back inside. 

“What is my sweet?” she looked at him with quite the confused look until she heard a voice all too familiar.

“Well if it isnt y/n and her mystery lover.” Legolas stood before them with his arms crossed as if he just caught a child sneaking into the cookie jar. 

Her head fell to Thranduil's chest in defeat, knowing she'd been caught red handed. Thranduil however was utterly confused, he hadn't put the pieces together just yet. Legolas approached them and she pulled from Thranduil, meeting Legolas in front of them. She sighed and placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder. “To be completely fair, you see why i didn't tell you” she joked and looked up to Thranduil. 

“Meet the best friend.” she spoke sheepishly with a weak smile and Thranduil just simply sighed in utter annoyance at this childish situation. “So you were able to keep both of our identities secret from each other, and this is how we find out? You never fail to surprise me little one” He placed a hand on her lower back and gave Legolas an unimpressed look. 

“I think you might find yourself with an arrow in your chest while you sleep tonight” Legolas playfully threatened. “That's if you wish to go blind, you'll find me cosying up with your father in a not so friendly manner.” She shot back, earning a chuckle from Thranduil and a gag from Legolas.

 “I curse you woman.” Legolas turned around to leave them. “And I curse you father, you'll be lucky if you don't find poison in your wine tonight” He said before leaving dramatically, leaving her and Thranduil to laugh amongst themselves. 

“I think that went great!” she tried weakly as Thranduil simply shook his head and continued their walk through the garden.

[kissforyouu]

Can you write a drabble of oc surprising jk with a new tattoo. I’d picture she’d get something cute like a peach or a bunny idkkk but she’d definitely have something small and dainty. She’d probably put it somewhere where only Jk could see too🤭

oc is not that much into tattoos, but she'd sometimes use temporary tattoos on herself and show jk. he'd just keep asking her over and over "when are you getting a real oneeee". he completely doesn't mind tattoos on oc at all, considering how tatted up he is too. but when oc actually does get a tattoo...

"jungkook!" you shout from across his living room, excitedly skipping your way through. he yells back from his room, surprised that you came over. you didn't even tell him beforehand. your boyfriend exits his room to have you jump on his body right after, hugging the man like the world was going to end right now.

you hug him really tight, swaying him from side to side. "hi, baby!" your voice was high pitched as you placed kisses all over your boyfriend's cheek. he loved whenever you acted like this. kisses were his favourite. jungkook liked to get pampered by you a lot. even though he'll probably never admit to it.

"hi, sweetheart." his smile was big and bright, probably even starting to hurt his face at this point. you let go of his body, finally freeing him.

"i got tatted." bombshell.

"like, tatted for real? not temporary?"

"nope! actual tattoo, look."

jungkook was surprised. you swore to yourself to never actually get a proper tattoo because you were afraid that later you might regret it. but you actually did it? okay, where is it? what type of tattoo? jungkook was thrilled.

but the moment you bent over and to strip down, jungkook's draw fully drops. shit. you had a sly smirk on your face, fully aware of what you were doing as you discarded your pants. there revealed your black lace panties.

"here." you turn around your upper body to point at the small (very small) red heart tattoo on your ass cheek. it was right below your waist near your hips. cute, he thought. very small though, very. but jungkook wasn't surprised at how small it was. the little tattoo complimented your ass well, and your whole personality itself. it suits you. but it wasn't the tattoo that had him mermerised, it was definitely your ass. lol.

ever since then, man's been obsessed with doggy style just to see your dainty tattoo bounce on his cock over and over again. he makes sure kiss it every time whenever you guys had sex. the obsession was real.

in addition to that little tattoo was another dainty heart but this time on the side of your middle finger and some other sparkles. and not necessarily a tattoo, but a belly piercing you got when you were around 16 and (totally legal!) a bunch of other piercings in your ears.

taglist : @fungie2332 @wintertxt @wheexine @hyunjinswifeee @ohsweetmimosa @canyon-txt @kooreo @rrosiitas @goldenjeonkoo

[orchidshow]

credit | @ianrkives ty for making such a cute divider!! pls go show some support

A/N | this is my first fic please be kind also sorry if its not that good lol :) i might make more if this doesn't go bad!

wordcount | 1.6k

Two Peas in a Pod | Hasanabi x Reader

Her finger clicked the mouse relentlessly as she played the clip for the tenth time that evening.

“I mean - its content. It's not necessarily bad, if you get what I mean, but it's kind of junk food content, I think most of our streams can get like that.” Hasan explains to Will as he puts the cutout of your face on the F-tier of his stream. She sees the room go silent at his statement, the sharp intake of breath from Will and an uncomfortable giggle from Austin prompting him to speak again.

“What, you act like you want me to lie or something,” Hasan jokes. She sits in silence as the clip replays and the words are mumbled in the background. The frequent ringing of her phone wasn't helping at that moment. No matter where she clicked, it was just another video talking about the clip, or a friend messaging her to see if she had seen it. It's not like she didn't care about her content. The words hurt - the hours she'd spent preparing new streams and nurturing her community had been reduced to "junk food content".

“He's a total asshole who cares what he thinks,” one of her friends complained over the phone. Each of her complaints about him tripped over another. She could see the support, but felt distanced, as if all they could hear was the repeated line about junk.

The conversation remains silent while they wait for her to speak. “Do you think what I'm doing is bad -be honest, I'm not going to cry or anything,” she murmured, pressing her knees against her arms

“No way - just because you're not sitting in a chair for nine hours a day, your content is suddenly inferior - fuck that.” Says her friend. She feels something strange - an inclination to defend him, a part of her - a tiny part that believes he didn’t mean it - urging her to say no. She wasn't naïve, she and Hasan weren't close by any means, sure, they'd worked together before and it went well, but it was just that, a collaboration. Apart from streaming, she had never texted Hasan or called him.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she said, “I’ll just let it go - I mean, I’m going to Turkey with Will next week and that's the last thing I need right now.” Her phone rang incessantly; fan accounts came to her rescue, berating Hasan in the worst possible way. Other creators had sent her messages asking her to come on stream and explain her side. She knew they were trying to get somewhere, pushing her, goading her to make a statement about something she didn't want to talk about. She ended the call before turning her phone off completely.

The next week dragged on. The next day she had come up with a bullshit excuse about having food poisoning. In reality, she didn't feel like streaming. She didn't want to read the walls of her chat asking for a reply, it was humiliating, she thought.

When the next Monday had come, she found herself in the airport, eyes searching for Will. The place was full of atmosphere as she clutched her boarding pass tighter. As her eyes fell on Will walking towards her, she noticed a towering figure looming behind him.

Hasan is here.

His hair peeked through his cap, unruly strands creeping underneath. His eyes fixed on hers, and she noticed something in them - regret? Guilt? It was too early to worry about that. When Will meets her, she looks at him in frustration as her gaze flickers back and forth between Hasan and Will.

“ I’m just as surprised about this as you are, okay?” Will declares anxiously. She sighs in exasperation as she grabs her bags and makes her way to the plane.

The journey has been nothing less than painful.

She puts on her headphones and selects the loudest setting to hopefully distract herself from the situation. Her hopes are dashed when she feels a tap against her shoulder. Hoping it was a curious toddler or a perverted old man, she turns around and sees Hasan.

“Listen - about the ranking thing, I just wanted to say-” Hasan stammers, before putting her headphones back on. The silence between the two of them continued throughout the flight. She could feel his eyes boring into her whenever she rose from her seat. ‘I am here with Will, I am not going to entertain him," she repeats to herself like a hopeful mantra.

When the flight landed, Turkey was simply beautiful. Will and her (and Hasan) immersed themselves in the popular tourist spots and markets. On the stream, everything looked perfect, they could joke with each other and it looked like they were all getting on well. But as soon as they left the stream, things took a turn for the worse.

Every time Hasan tried to start a conversation with her, she reacted quickly and indifferently. Several times he found himself leaning over her and trying to talk to her, but she only responded by running away. The fans had got wind of it. Videos kept popping up on the internet showing her and Hasan off camera, walking away in the turkey. People suspected that the argument had got worse and wondered when she would speak to him.

On the fifth day she was exhausted. The hours of trying to keep up appearances and pretend she didn't want to rip his head off were beginning to wear on her. When the stream was over, she walked away from the group, texted Will so he wouldn't worry, and went to a dimly lit bar on a side street.

She was tired of feeling feelings and pretending she didn't feel them. As the minutes turned into hours, she got drunker and drunker.

As she left the bar, her legs walked unsteadily and cautiously while her head spun incessantly. She found herself on the steps of a cobbled street, felt all her emotions welling up inside her and began to sob. She lost track of time as her head rested in her hands and the tears fell uncontrollably.

“Where the hell have you been?” Hasan asked in a voice that resonated with anger and relief. She takes her head out of his hands and waves him away.

“Listen - you don't have to play nice with me, I can take care of myself,” she slurs, staring at the ground next to Hasan's feet.

“...And you handle yourself by crying in public in front of a sleazy bar?” he asks sarcastically.

“...fuck you,” she replies drunkenly.

He mumbles something before shaking off his jacket and putting it over her shoulders. “Let's go back to the hotel,” he urges her as he grabs her by the arm and tries to get her to stand up.

“Dude - you do not have to pretend to care, it's fine,” she spits out gruffly, shaking his grip. Hasan’s chest tightens, guilt flooding his body as he struggles for words.

“I am sorry, if I could, I'd take back what I said,” he says, his voice barely higher than a whisper.

 “It's a bit late for that - you said it and everyone saw it,” she scoffs, pushing herself off the cobbles and making her way back to the hotel. Strong arms wrap around her legs as Hasan lifts her up and throws her over his shoulders.

“If we walk, it’ll take you all night,” he says as his grip tightens around her waist. It was eerily quiet on the way back to the hotel. Neither of them knew where they stood. They knew boundaries had been crossed and feelings had been hurt, but they did not know what to do next. As the lights from the hotel sign illuminated their bodies, Hasan's sniffling became more apparent to her. He was crying.

 “I am really sorry, I was not thinking - I can not imagine how much shit I put you through,” he chokes out as he sets her down on the lobby floor. Her eyes stay in contact, her gaze feels lighter, almost as if she trusts him. Hasan leads her to her room, lets her in and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Don’ go...” she slurs, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.

“I won't,” he replies gently; he feels her body snuggle against him, her eyes grow heavy and begin to close. He pulls her closer to him and lets her rest against his body. As the night wore on, they both fell asleep. Hasan had cuddled her to his chest in the morning and breathed in the soft scent of her perfume.

When she woke up, the sunlight was streaming through the curtains, bathing his face in a soft light. She felt lighter, as if the energy had completely shifted. The realisation that she was so close to him made her stagger backwards and fall off the bed in a tangle of blankets. A heavy moan from her woke Hasan and made him look over the side of the bed.

“Did we…?” she asked, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

 “No, no, we just fell asleep,” he reassures her, his morning voice echoing through the room. She pushes herself off the floor, claws her way back onto the bed and sits down awkwardly.

“So… Junk food content, huh?” she explains with a grin. Hasan nudges her cheekily and enjoys her giggles. The heaviness between them had disappeared. For the first time, it felt intimate between them, bigger than a collaboration or a friendship.

[just-jordie-things]

how do u think megumi would react overtime as he gets used to you bringing him flowers every so often?

no particular occasion, you just wanted to bring him flowers. what do you think he does with them?

oh lawd this is so cute~~

the first time you give megumi a small handful of wildflowers you'd picked while walking around on campus. you hadn't necessarily intended on giving them to him specifically.. you just happened to be in a rush to go somewhere and he just happened to be there and net thing he knew you were shoving them into his hands and shouting 'for you!' before running off again.

despite the slight warmth in his face, megumi hadn't thought too much of it. it was just coincidence, just you being your usual kinda forgetful self and gifting him whatever happened to be in your hands. it very well could have been a gum wrapper, couldn't it?

the small pile of flowers sit in a sad lump on his desk for a couple days, they're shriveled up and a bit smelly. when he throws them out he still doesn't think much of it- besides how odd it is that flowers can have such a rancid smell once they've whithered.

and then it happens again. this time you're walking back from a particularly easy assignment. a random yellow flower catches your eye and before megumi could tell you not to pick flowers from their well placed beds in town, you're carefully plucking it from the dirt and raising it to your noise. his scold dies on his tongue when you tell him it smells nice and bring it to his face for him to sniff as well. he feels like an idiot, but he finds himself leaning forward for a whiff. he doesn't say anything- but he doesn't deny the pleasant, light scent of spring. you must be able to read his thoughts, because you laugh, before breaking off a part of the stem so you could reach up to tuck it behind his ear. megumi winces at this, unfamiliar with the feeling and unsure of whether or not he should stop you. but you seem delighted when the bright flower stays against his mess of dark hair, so he tries to ignore the whole thing completely.

the nameless yellow flower sits in a small cup of water on his nightstand for a week. eventually the small amount of sunlight and water isn't enough to keep it in bloom, and once it's petals have fallen all around the base of the cup, megumi decides it's time to toss that one out too. but at least he tried with that one, right?

he's not sure exactly when it becomes a habit, but soon it appears every time you approach him, there's a gift of nature in your hands. sometimes it's just dandelions, but sometimes it's pretty flowers you've found on your walks or assignments. there's a few times you've even pulled a half wilted flower out of your pocket- it's petals already torn and it's stem weak and bent. you're only bashful when giving him the less than perfect flowers, but megumi accepts them all the same. with a mostly hidden smile and gentle hands as he takes them from your gentle fingers.

not all of your flowers go into cups, although he does keep them in rotation, replacing the old with the new when he deemed fit. but he only kept a few on his nightstand at a time. he couldn't have anyone noticing his habit of actually keeping your silly gifts after all. it'd be best if no one figured out his tiny, barely there soft spot for you.

so naturally, he kept the rest of your flowers pressed between the pages of his books, where they'd be best hidden. every book on his shelf became littered in the covers and pages with perfectly kept wildflowers. to the point where he had to be careful when opening them, just to be sure none fell out where they risked being lost or ruined. megumi was very thoughtful in his flower placement, taking great care to press them neatly in place.

because of course he couldn't have any of them go to waste, not when the lovely, delicate gifts were given to him by the most lovely thing of all.

[chibinightowl]

Today has been a day. Just a lot of hospital stress this week between my mom and my husband's surgeries and this is how it's coming out (they're both fine and are recovering well).

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Dick finds Tim in a waiting room at Gotham General, slumped in a faded blue plastic chair that's seen better days. At some point during the day, his brother had been immaculately dressed for the office. But now, his blue pin-striped suit is wrinkled, his collar is unbuttoned, and his shirtsleeves have been rolled up. There was a tie somewhere as Dick knows Tim never leaves home without one on an office day, but it's anyone's guess as to where it currently is.

"Hey. I got here as fast as I could," he says, taking the open seat beside Tim. He did too, calling Wally as soon as he got the news from Barbara. "How's Jason?"

Tim opens his eyes, giving him a look that is more dead than alive. "Still critical."

Pain lances through Dick at the two words. He'd lost Jason once before and the guilt from being off world when his Little Wing needed him the most still ate at him in the darkest parts of his psyche. And now, here he is sitting with another brother he never thought he'd have, one who's been through so much trauma and loss of his own--and who is on the verge of possibly losing another loved one.

A car-pedestrian accident. The gall of something so normal and mundane having the potential to take out the Red Hood--or any of them for that matter--is enough to make Dick want to punch the taupe wall of this dreary waiting room.

To be honest, he's rather surprised none of the others are here yet. Well, expect Bruce. He's off world with the JL and...

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you think Bruce knows yet?"

Tim's shrug is so minute Dick might have missed it if he wasn't watching closely. "Can't say I care right now. He and Jay got into another of their big fights before he left. Said if Jay can't clean up his act, then don't bother coming back."

Dick winces and easily reads between the lines of what Tim isn't saying given their semi-public place. Even in Bludhaven, he'd heard about the execution-style murder of a known pedophile--and that it was the Red Hood who'd done it.

"He didn't do it, Dick," Tim whispers, catching his gaze as tears build in his eyes. "I was there. I know he didn't. But Bruce didn't listen to either of us, said I was covering for him because he's in my pants." Those last words are practically spat out. "I think this is the first time I've ever felt like I hate him. He just doesn't listen!"

That's a feeling Dick knows all too well. He also knows now why the others aren't here--that Barbara called him first because Tim doesn't need just comfort.

He needs his big brother.

Dick slides from the chair to kneel on the floor in front of Tim. "Now that is something I know a lot about." He takes Tim's hands and squeezes them firmly. "I'm not going to tell you it'll get better. I'm also not going to say you need to be the bigger person and forgive him. What I am going to tell you is that I believe you and that I believe in Jason."

Tim's breath hitches and he falls into Dick's open arms sobbing. Thank yous fall from his lips and into Dick's jacket. Tears fill his own eyes as he remembers another time where he didn't believe this little bird, his first Robin.

Time hasn't necessarily dulled the guilt, but it has given him perspective. He'd done what he thought best at the time and owned up to it when he'd been proven wrong--a trait not shared by their mentor and father-figure.

"We'll get through this together," Dick soothes, running a hand up and down Tim's back. "You, me, and everyone else. We're all here for you and we're all pulling for Jason."

As he speaks, he glances up and spots Alfred hurrying down the hall with Damian and Duke in tow. Both boys are still dressed in their school uniforms, so Alfred must have pulled them out early. Behind them are Cass and Steph, hands held tightly.

"We're all here," he repeats, nudging Tim's chin to make him look up. "And we're not going anywhere."

[luminouslywriting]

hi! if you don't mind could you maybe do band of brothers guys (who you include is your choice) and what it'd be like to go on a first date with them after being friends and/or serving together? (extra extra bonus points if you don't mind doing male!reader, like that other anon said, there's a real lack of it in this fandom, but no worries if not :-))

Hi Hon! This was such a sweet request :) I decided to keep this gn! reader as I myself am not a man and worry about writing from a male perspective accurately or fairly 😅 hopefully this is neutral enough that it makes you happy though! Cut for length, really oddly wholesome (which is not my usual brand haha), more under the cut:

Dick Winters:

-The first date is a very traditional one...he's been waiting what feels like FOREVER to ask you out

-So a picnic it is, with him holding your hand and quietly watching the sunset as you eat and talk together

-It might even end in a kiss as he walks you to your door at the end of it all

Lewis Nixon:

-This man wants to go all out and wants it to be romantic af—so wine tasting and charcuterie boards while slow music plays in the background

-There's a fair amount of flirting and making out

-He's very dedicated to ensuring that you have a great first date with him and that it expresses the depths of his feelings for you

Ronald Speirs:

-Is really low-key about the first date and just wants to be in your company and have a good time.

-He invites you over to his place for dinner and wants to cook for you. He's actually a very good cook and you help him in the kitchen.

-Definitely ends in a makeout session

Buck Compton:

-MUSEUM DATE—LISTEN, this academic of a man just wants to take you somewhere cool and show you things and info-dumps a little bit

-The conversation is a 10/10 and he gets really soft expressing how he feels about you

-And he walks you home afterwards with a sweet kiss

Carwood Lipton:

-The first movie that you two watch after the war is It's A Wonderful Life and the two of you are just discussing so many domestic details

-He's literally head over heels and imaging a future life with you already

-Ends in a cuddle session :)

Joe Liebgott:

-A nice drive in the evening to watch the sunset and listen to some soft music

-Makeout session in the car, absolutely. He's a handsy man anyhow haha.

-Probably gets you home well after when you were supposed to be and you two are grinning like a bunch of teenagers.

Donald Malarkey:

-A game night with some friends! He just wants to do some fun games and get to know you better.

-It's a really sociable double date and helps the two of you get super comfortable with one another.

-Shyly expresses that he loves you at the end of the date.

Eugene Roe:

-He wants to go dancing with you and doesn't necessarily care if it's in public or in private

-In fact, if it's just the two of you, he'll take you to a romantic spot overlooking a boardwalk and the two of you will dance and quietly talk together

-Some soft kisses and singing together is definitely a part of this

Bill Guarnere:

-Takes you to a car show and has a great time talking to you about his childhood and the things he's interested in. He wants to do something revolving around one of your hobbies next time :)

-After the car show, he takes you back to have dinner with his family and really sweetly introduces them all to you

-Definitely expresses that he loves you at the end of the date

Joe Toye:

-Probably invites you to a holiday event like a Christmas fair and takes you shopping

-He loves seeing how excited you get at the different booths and when you try new foods

-Probably ends in a kiss under the mistletoe

George Luz:

-A comedy show is your first stop together on the date

-Good food, good conversation, and a laugh? It's perfect for George Luz and getting to know you better

-Probably dances around with you on your porch before leaving you with a kiss

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVs

DAY 28 — 30/09/2024

The day at Valigma starts calm and peaceful, with new art being displayed in the gallery!

Pac shows Alice's memorial completely done, with a message for the deceased secretary made by all the specialists inside a book.

Choke and Tucupi also visit the place with Bankeiro Zé Silva and leave a message in the book.

Zé Silva starts talking to the trio, asking them if, after everything, they wouldn't build a bunker to protect themselves. He says he has a bunker too but he doesn't trust them to show it.

After that, Quel arrives at the place and joins the conversation. (It is said by Pac that Bira traveled to Pedra da Gávea and that's why he's missing) Zé Silva take the opportunity to do a mini quiz about Bira, asking the group when the bar opened (The answer is 1982).

After that, the group splits up and everyone goes their separate ways.

In a conversation with Choke after they met earlier, Quel discovers that in order to get wood without making Arkanya upset, she must not use electrical objects such as the chainsaw that she use previously. Choke asks the bear to stop using the chainsaw and Quel thanks her for the warning, agreeing to stop.

After that, Quel meets with Maethe and the duo go to Pac's house, where Febatista, JVNQ, Guhzera, Milo and Guaxinim met with the owner of the house, Mayor Jota is also at the place.

Jota says he saw the memorial they made for Alice and his heart sank, which is why he came to talk. JVNQ tells the mayor that this is not the time to mourn, but rather to act against Araldo before something happens again.

Jota also reveals that he argued with Araldo, which left him even more helpless and ashamed, as he felt he had no control ("It felt like I was just a puppet"). The group then begins to talk about their suspicions about the Mayor and that they didn't trust him enough. Jota asks what he could be hiding and Quel tells the Mayor that if he is really trustworthy, he should answer some questions.

Here is the transcript of all the questions asked:

JVNQ: Did you already know Bia before she had magic?

Jota: Ever since I met Bia, she has always been the way she is.

Quel: Mayor, now honestly, did you, somewhere in your conscience, know that this could be a consequence of what Araldo planned?

Jota: What did he have planned, guys? I was surprised as much as you by what happened.

Quel: So you know that Araldo manipulates Arkanya?

Jota: No, I discovered it together with you all.

Quel: And do you know how to manipulate Arkanya?

Jota: Me?

Quel: Yes.

Jota: I... [makes sounds nervously] I've studied... I've studied a good part of my life.

Quel: With Bia?

Jota: With Bia... But that's the past. Okay?

Jota says he used to use Arkanya but doesn't do it anymore and Febatista asks if he would use it again if Valigma was in danger. Jota is amazed by Febatista's speech and asks if they want him to use Arkanya again. Who says not necessarily and Jota responds by revealing that he was never a prodigal, then asking if everyone had spoken to Bia.

Transcript of an important question asked by Quel:

Quel: One question before we answer this question for you, sir. Could you tell me what happened to make you stop wanting to manipulate Arkanya?

Jota: A tragedy. Isn't it the truth you want? I was Bia's apprentice. She recruited me while I was little, but that didn't last long. She has known me since I was little, she taught me everything she could teach, but I was a child. And children shouldn't learn everything I learned in record time. I was overwhelmed... I don't know what happened, because I only paid for two years of therapy and I think I would need four more to understand what happened to me. But I carry a lot of guilt, and maybe that's why I want my city to triumph again. Here has been the scene of so many things, and knowing that I caused one of those things is a nightmare to this day. But I want the best for this city. And you all have every right not to trust me, but I do everything I can do.

Guaxi comments that it was difficult to believe him since Jota knew Arkanya and its consequences, and that Jota didn't know about Araldo manipulating Arkanya. The mayor, nervous, says that there was never a demonstration by Arkanya on Araldo's part and that there was no way for him to know. Jota says he couldn't blame himself for what Araldo did to him and continues to do.

JVNQ says mistakes have already been made and will continue to be made if they do nothing. Pac proposes to Jota that the factory be deactivated and Araldo be sent away from the city, and Jota asks how they would do something like that.

Quel finally answers Jota's question, saying what Bia said about him being her apprentice, and asks the Mayor to tell them in more detail about what happened.

Jota asks for their trust to tell them what happened and Gabe, Denix and Coreano arrive and join the conversation.

Transcript of the Mayor's response to Quel's request:

Jota: I learned a lot about Arkanya. About how Arkanya communicates, how people managed to manipulate Arkanya, how she flows, how she passes through everyone, how she is born, all of that. And I learned so much from Bia that maybe I went too far. Part of my trauma in wanting to see this city prosper again is largely because of what I caused in the past. And it is a guilt that I will carry until the end of my life. And until I not bring glory to the city again, I will always be this irreparable wreck of a human being...

Jota: When this city was at rock bottom, I tried to make it flourish again. But I was a child. Bia has never been so clear to me about consequences. I stole one of Bia's Lankyas. I tried to let the minerals in my city flourish again so the people would be happy, have money and rebuild their lives and not leave like they were doing.

Jota: I used Lankya [starts crying] and it was all over... Why do you think I've been in therapy all this time? I know I'm guilty, it hurts me as much as it hurts the families... The families of everyone who died. Half the city died. Everyone fell into the abyss I created. And no one knows that I did this, only Bia. I was just a kid...

After Jota's vent, Quel and everyone present hug Jota as a sign of empathy.

Jota reveals that he wants to correct the mistake he made in the past, and that everything got worse as a child because Bia just completely blamed him, without even helping or comforting him. He says that Bia always did that, never treated him well, and that's also why he hates her. He reveals that Bia had promised to kill Jota, and he had to run away.

Quel adds that Bia also never treated her and Maethe very well after they failed in training.

Jota says he never wants to get involved with Arkanya and Bia again, even if it would cause his death. (Jota also reveals that after manipulating a Lankya like Araldo manipulated, the person becomes weak and needs time to recover).

Pac comments on how he had seen Jota very vulnerable after Alice's death and that he was without his mask, crying. Jota also says that when he met Araldo, he had asked for money, even after everything that happened. He adds that he will try to send an email to Hugo to try to help them (He explains that Hugo works in the government, and that he could help with some bureaucracy to remove Araldo from Valigma).

After the big conversation full of revelations, everyone leaves for their homes and/or bases.

While all this was happening, Araldo calls Wuant to talk and says he can bring Alice back if he wants to see her. Araldo also tells lies to Wuant (saying that Alice's death was an accident and that it shouldn't have happened), leaving him very undecided about his words. They say goodbye at the end of the conversation.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Brothers with an artist MC

Lucifer has to wonder how the hell MC manages to get paint, absolutely everywhere, even when they're not necessarily painting.

Everywhere they go, there's a random paint smudge somewhere on their person, places that make absolutely no sense.

Mid-way down the back of their calf, big ol' smudge of magenta, inside of their thigh, navy blue oil paint, they weren't even using oil paints today!

Each time he sees them, it's like a visual hunt for those little splashes of colour, and at some point, he realises he'd miss them if there were none to find.

Mammon has officially become an authority on art supplies. He knows their favourite brands of everything, knows when they're running low on literally anything.

He'll go out of his way to be in the room when they're creating, be it sculpting, painting, or just sketching at RAD. If, by some miracle, he comes into posession of a piece of their art, he hordes it, buys a whole glass cabinet to showcase everything they've ever made, including little doodles in the edges of notebooks.

'Ya better keep at it, so one day the Great Mammon can make a pretty penny off all this stuff!'

That's his excuse, he'd sooner give up goldie than sell a single scrap of MC's art. They're his damnit.

Leviathan is the ultimate wealth for inspiration. You got art block? Ha! No you don't.

He'll think of something to unblock that creativity, and he doesn't even try too hard to do it, he's got so much creative media on the brain it's honestly impressive.

He absolutely loves it when MC goes to his room and just chills with a sketchbook, doodling or working on a masterpiece, he doesn't care.

Levi.exe stopped working when MC drew him though, straight up blew a fuse. He still has that sketch, got it laminated and everything. He won't display it, but it's always close by.

Satan found there art pleasant to look at, and rather liked the idea of having them in around, creating freely. He'll go out of his way to give them the right environment to encourage their art.

He's fascinated by the way their moods change the art they make. With each pact, they created a piece to reflect the demon, and so on.

Satan became drawn to the person behind those pieces, to the crinkle in their brow when something was uncooperative and the stains on their fingers. He could talk to them all day about what they make, about the beauty they seem to find in a world that merely annoys him on most days.

Asmodeus is in love, purely in love. MC wields colour like a weapon and pieces almost as pretty as him.

He thinks they're a match made by the skies above, him a piece of art, MC, and artist.

Will absolutely invite MC to use him as the canvas for their next piece. Do with that what you will.

He loves to take them to new places and watch what they choose to put to art. Little spots even he hadn't noticed, the finest of details, or a bigger picture he wouldn't have seen without them.

The two tend to hunt for beauty in the most unlikely places, which make for some interesting adventures.

Beelzebub doesn't really have a decerning eye, if MC painted a burger, he'd lick the paper, only to find out that watercolour tastes horrid.

He enjoys the tactile feel of things though, if MC decided to sculpt something familiar, he like to run his fingers over their work, imagining them painstakingly creating every detail, lovingly creating something from nothing.

The same goes for when he gets to watch them sketch, half a dozen pencil lines become a profile of a person, or a rendition of a building.

Whatever they draw, he's entranced by their hands, making something beautiful with something as simple as a pencil and the same paper he forgets not to eat sometimes.

Belphegor loves watching them work, he finds it so relaxing. Each move they make with those practised hands, the quiet music they play, and the soft sound of their humming.

Sometimes, at least.

Others, they're a little whirlwind. Music blasting with pure chaotic energy that won't even let them sit still. Their pieces vary drastically depending on that mood, and he loves both sides of that coin. Need to get up and dance some of it out? He's in.

Diavolo puts MC's pieces on display in the castle without a second thought, no matter how much they bashfully point out that every other piece of art in that castle was created by historically important figures, some thousands of years older than them.

'You are historically important, MC!' The prince declares shamelessly. 'Simply by being yourself! I hope everyone in the Devildom will remember you fondly, as I see you now!'

MC.exe has stopped working.

[d0g-water]

OMG WTH that fic you posted with rubius included was AMAZING !!

Can we maybe get a part two with reader meeting rubius in person during an event she went to with alex, and getting swooped away to a room with him where he performs unholy things on her while alex is distracted?

this is not necessarily cheating! Maybe alex and reader are opening their walls in their relationship and have been trying out new things to spice shit up in the bedroom!!

Like the other anon said, if this is too much for you to write i understand as well!!!

Also your writing is so super amazing!!!

THANK YOU MY LOVE!! like i said before, your wish is my command!!!! heheeheh

btw pretend they're speaking spanish because i'm not making you guys translate everything (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

another lame fortnite event in madrid! of course, you have to go with him because everyone wants to meet you. they all already know what you look like, so you don't understand why they want to hang out with you, despite not really wanting to be on the internet or around huge people.

they're really looking forward to meeting you, and alex already promised that you'll travel with him no matter how far or how busy... you two will be spending quality time together, wether it was far from home or trying disgusting american food in his car.

you don't regret flying to spain with him, it's a gorgeous country... and you had alex by your side, making it even better.

there was one thing though,

meeting rubius.

the guy that listened to you get eaten out during your first ever conversation with him, you were going to meet him.

you had a feeling he hates you for it. he never spoke to you after that day... your name left his tongue as well.

it was really scary, whatever you'd tell him about that incident was just excuses after excuses. he definitely wouldn't want to hear it, he's under the impression that you're unabashed. that you're a slut. that you're trying to keep alexis all to yourself..

it is what it is, though.

even if he's the host of this event, you shouldn't think about him.

you're here for alex and alex only.

as you stood by alexis, he was chatting away and leaving you in the dust. you've met everyone, and you're too shy to approach absolutely anyone. these people are known by millions of people, constantly having the inability to get through a whole day without being stopped by fans or recognized.

you felt really out of place.

before you could think about it, somebody knew it.

somebody knew you didn't belong there.

you let out a small yelp, feeling a strong force on your body. the collar of your shirt was pulled, and your body was thrown into a whole different room... an empty one. a room where there was only a small couch. this must've been the break room or something..

your eyes look back to see who took you here. you didn't know anybody here. from your intuition, you felt it was a man about to harm you.

what would you tell alexis? would it be your fault for not defending yourself? or protecting yourself? knowing you're somewhere you're unfamiliar with, you still weren't prepared?

it didn't matter.

you weren't prepared in the slightest, you weren't prepared for the swarm of emotions that're going to surround you when you see ruben standing behind you,

with the door locked. just him. and you. alone...

your boyfriend far outside the door, not having any idea where you two are.

his gaze let you know that he had just got what he wanted, his mingy smile making you brittle. you can't read him, and you haven't been able to since the start.

he hates you, doesn't he? what is he going to do to you?

your head was pouring with anxious thoughts, each one got worse and worse. you began to sweat, letting fear take over completely as he shifted closer to you.

it felt as if he can hear what your internal voice is saying.

you couldn't bother to think any more...

his intentions were unpredictable, but something tells you that it has nothing to do with hurting you.

his expression softens, guess he noticed how scared you were, but it didn't change the fact that he isolated you two in a room where nobody entered.

his hands cup your cheeks, and oh god, it felt wrong...

this was your boyfriend's close friend. the same guy has a girlfriend of seven years. you had only started dating alexis not even six months ago...

but you couldn't find yourself to care?

if anything, maybe this could finally answer the question you two have had for so long: can another person have sex with you?

ruben is staring right at your lips, his hands lowering to hold your shoulders as you feel your back get cold. he asks you a question that awakens something in you, "did he eat you right?"

you couldn't answer him, all you could do was sigh and tilt your head back. it wasn't that he was bad, it's just that you didn't know how to answer the question. if you said no, would he tell him and ruin the relationship? if you said yes, would he leave you here neglected?

his lips kiss your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. your grip instantly on the sleeves of his oversized shirt, short gasps escaping your mouth- ruben's like a butterfly on your collar, his kisses are long and all over the place. he's leaving no patch of skin spurned.

his large hand squeezed your hip and his tongue is in your mouth, these sensations from a whole new person are exciting you. ruben has always been pretty, and his voice is what made him so much more desirable.

you never thought a moment like this would happen. especially right now. and you are not wasting it.

it was a perfect day to wear a skirt, maybe it was what urged him to do this. his fingers swirled their way to the inner corners of your thighs, and you hear him curse into the kiss.. he's getting impatient?

there weren't any shorts underneath it either, so his tug on your underwear was relentless.

you laid on the random couch with your legs laced around ruben's arms, his sucks on your clit making you squirm- you moan as quiet as you can. no one should hear you. this was going to be hard to explain...

"ruben, fuck..." you whisper, but it felt like it wasn't enough. he's so good at this, maybe cause he's far more experienced than alexis and probably does this to his girlfriend most of the time. you couldn't help but crave for more, knowing there's more that he can do.

the way he eats is a lot more sensational, he touched the spots that're always overlooked.. and he really likes the way you taste. he dives farther in, every single droplet of you relished by him.

he wanted to continue, but he couldn't. he eventually stopped, letting go of your legs, hovering his body over yours..

"you wanna cum, y/n?" he asks, undressing your top carefully.

he's casting a dangerous spell on you, but you don't mind it in the slightest. you let him set your tits free, answering his question, "yes, ruben."

you hear some slight clanking when his hands disappear from your vision, must've been from his belt. you were kind of running out of patience, you wanted his cock inside you now,

but he did the opposite.

you felt his large dick fit between your wet folds, and him leaning into your chest to treat himself with your nipple.

your hands grasp onto the cushions of the couch, his hips gently rocking against your pussy- loud slick sounds echoing around the room, hidden by the loud crowd outside.

"oh god- ah, ruben..." your whine eggs him to keep going, but much better than before.

he grunts at how wet you are on his cock, voice muffling out "you're beautiful.", especially when his tip is swallowed by that lubricious pussy of yours.

fuck, he grinds so good. it was all for one person at first, but now, you're lucky enough to know how fucking amazing he is at this.

your breast is covered in saliva, and now he's leaving splotches around your chest. he's bringing you closer.. you're not sure if he's doing this to tease you, earlier you revealed to him how fragile you are.. how easy it is turn you on.

as stated earlier, you can't read him.

he lets out the hottest groan you've ever heard when he cums, decorating your pelvis with his nut. a part of you really wishes he came inside, but you'll take what you can get.

he lets you cum tonight, on his fingers.

they're long and skinny, like alex's, but his arms never got tired... even at the quick pace he was going when they were inside of you.

he jabbed at your cervix until you couldn't take it anymore, giving you the hardest orgasm you've had in a while. there was almost a mess of cum, and from the looks of it, he was proud.

you heard him speak quietly, "pobrecita."

~

you didn't know what to tell alex. you didn't know how to tell him...

he was going to be really mad that you were doing something you weren't supposed to do with his friend.

you felt guilty and ashamed... you knew it was going to eat you alive if you hid this from him.

you shouldn't have done this to begin with...

as the three of you hung out together,, you were the only one feeling tensed. you didn't know that ruben and alex didn't feel the way you do.

it was a surprise, when alexis asked you if you liked how ruben did you.

saying yes felt wrong, but...

"if you did, when are the three of us doing it?" alexis asked.

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help i dunno what to tag ;-;

[foggyfanfic]

Did you guys hear Disneyland Cast Members voted to strike?

It was nearly unanimous too, 99% of the unionized cast members voted in favor of the strike. This doesn't necessarily mean they will strike, more that when the union rep shows up to the negotiation table on Monday they'll have that extra bit of leverage. Hopefully that'll be enough to win them living wages and such. I don't have anything intelligent to say, I just feel a kind of way about this subject, I'm going to put my opinions under the cut.

Ok, look, I love Disneyland. Love it with a passion. You know what reminded me this was happening and prompted me to look up the story? I was thinking of updating this card I made for one of the many games I've come up with to play in Disneyland because I have a weird variety of hyper-fixation when it comes to that park specifically.

So I am not speaking an ounce of hyperbole when I say Disneyland is my favorite place in the world.

But! Whoever the hell is making the big decisions around there needs to get their head out of their ass. I don't know if I should be blaming Bob Iger or Josh D'Amaro for the way the parks have been since the pandemic, but I'm going to blame both. I can deal with them experimenting with Genie Plus (I hate it but I'm used to capitalism), and I can sort of deal with the prices (I can't afford them easily but I'm saving up), but Disneyland has very clearly been trying to cut labor costs for a while now and it's incredibly baffling to watch. It feels like the parks are being run by somebody with a business degree from a sketchy "college" and zero experience with the real world.

They're cutting back on shows, overworking their existing staff, and skipping regular maintenance so they can operate the park with a smaller maintenance team. Overall it results in a worse experience for the customer, making it less likely that they'll convert new guests into returning fans like myself. While Disney World is a major tourist attraction that most people consider a once in a life time experience, Disneyland has always had a steady revenue from local Californians that return again and again. If you frequent forums about the parks you hear all about folks who live in SoCal that buy their annual pass (I know that's not what it's currently called, but that's what it is) and use it to get into the parks just to have dinner or rove around and maybe grab a churro. They might not be paying for Iger's next yacht, but those folks are providing a reliable revenue stream, and they go back again and again because for decades Disneyland has maintained a "magical" atmosphere.

And I feel like it's fairly obvious that the front line workers are the ones that make Disneyland what it is. Right? Like I'm not crazy, we all agree Disneyland would be nothing without the hard work of these cast members, right?

Why are they-? You need front line workers, why wouldn't you-? Do they not have years of research and experience backing up how beneficial a well paid staff is? I love the Incredicoaster but if all I wanted was thrill rides, Six Flags is an hour closer and a whole lot cheaper. I'm going for the complicated rides that require their own pit crew like Mickey's Runaway Railroad. Why are we even still having this conversation? I get that people like Bob Iger are a bit insulated from the rest of us, but the relationship between a happy staff and profit is well documented. Why wouldn't they just...? In the Disneyland subreddit a retired cast member post the Benefits Binder he got back when he worked for Disneyland and this thing was thick, it included health, retirement, and stock options. Somebody somewhere must have known that whittling down benefits while stagnating pay was not sustainable. Right?!

Like I said, I don't have anything intelligent to add to this conversation, but to be honest, I think everything intelligent to add has already been added. I'm just annoyed for my own sake and downright pissed for the sake of the cast members. I hope they get everything they ask for on Monday, and if they don't, I hope the strike knocks some sense into everybody it needs to.

[danieyells]

I have major Rui brainrot. But anyways-

A couple of things I caught onto.

At the beginning of the game, they list off all the houses in Darkwick except for Obscuary before finally mentioning there’s a new house being added. That it doesn’t have any general entries (this is after speaking about Jabberwok btw) and that it’s also pretty exclusive to even ghouls. They’re heavily alluding to Obscuary, here. Kaito also starts to say something about their captain before being cut off (this is in one of the entrance ceremony chapters in the prologue).

But heres a couple of brain rot things I have.

If Obscuary is a newer house- what house was Ed and Rui in prior?

I’m sure they were moved to Obscuary because they’re considered high risk to the general populace (and also why there are no general admissions as well).

Ones a vampire. One is a reaper cursed guy who’s touch can kill you. And then they’re moving Lyca there- who is also considered pretty high risk (at least, Darkwick seems to think so).

Additionally, Haku goes out of his way in the beginning to warn Rui about Article 77 & 78. Well- now we know what those Articles entail per the new chapter. Rui seems pretty high risk for getting slapped with that considering his curse makes him a danger to be around. I’m assuming the same for Ed since he’s a vampire but also he did something that I’m sure we’ll find more information out on the next chapter. I hope. I cope.

I’m curious if Lyca being placed in Obscuary is also meant to be taken as a message (he’s definitely going to blab about being held in PRISON since he seems to say whatever is on his mind- according to Rui affinity lines). The message being “If you fuck up, you’re next”.

Anyways- I could blab more but I have just been turning this over in my mind and I saw you mention somewhere in one of your blogs about Obscuary possibly having general students. But early in the game, they say that the new house (alluding to Obscuary) has no general populace and isn’t even an option for the ceremony and that they’re specially selected to be put there. (If I’m recalling correctly).

Brainrot is always welcome here anon -u- i may just be slow at responding to it sometimes lol.

But yeah I did forget that Obscuary was stated to not have general students--I tend to forget things that're earlier in the game because the hyperfocus wasn't as strong when the game first launched hhhaaaa but thank you for the correction!!! 💞

To clarify Obscuary wasn't newly being added but rather it's the newest house of all of the current ones(implying Dionysia, Ultio, or Clamentia may have been newer.)

We don't know how long it's existed so it could be brand new, but we only know that it's existed the least amount of time of the currently active ones. That doesn't necessarily mean that they had to be in another house before this. Some of Darkwick's rules have existed for like 100 years apparently, according to one of Ritsu's lines, so for all we know the house is 10 years old and they just haven't added more that are currently active since Obscuary. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

However we do know Rui was likely in another house(or school?) before this because he got his reaper curse on a mission.

I assume he was in one of the defunct houses before this, personally--maybe Dionysia since he's a bartender? Or Clementia since he's a pretty peaceful and kind person? Clementia would also make sense since they did exorcisms and presumably worked with spirits. . .so if he was on a mission that ended up involving a spirit and a reaper didn't take kindly to his involvement. . .curse? We don't know exactly how one gets a reaper curse--it could not involve a reaper at all.

As for Ed. . . . . .well all of this hinges on the simple question of how long has Ed been a vampire. Because Haku mentions in one of his chats that he's not trying to end up a super senior(i.e. he wants to graduate and be a 4th year) so he goes on missions instead of going to classes instead of being held back. And we know Ed is a lazy fuck lol so it's entirely possible that Ed's been here for ages and just never went on enough missions or to class enough to graduate!

Of course if he's been a vampire less years than he's been in Darkwick then he likely was in another house. . .we know he likes his tablet and he's lazy and irresponsible, so he's likely captain out of seniority rather than skillset, but we don't really have any clues as to what house he would have been in beforehand. . .which house would be most likely to encounter a vampire? Frostheim? Mortkranken?

It's also possible that he was a vampire when he got here and was placed in Obscuary immediately after being brought in, no weighing of souls or anything.

BUT AAA I HOPE YOU'RE RIGHT ANON I HOPE THEY TOUCH ON THESE IN THE OBSCUARY CHAPTER i mean they have to right???? Or maybe it'll be in their character stories(so after the Obscuary chapter lol)--either way I hope it's addressed a little bit. . .even just a quick "this is how i ended up this way" thing--maybe the mission reminds Rui of the one he got cursed on and he doesn't want you to go. We know Lyca was born part werewolf, so I'd absolutely believe Ed was a vampire all along and just rolled up that way.

I figure they're gonna place Lyca in Obscuary both as a message(assuming he isn't somehow prevented from talking about being imprisoned, or maybe once he's out he just doesn't care much about that he was locked up a moment ago because he's more concerned about exploring his new surroundings) and because they just Do Not Trust Him even though he's clearly just a large dog at worst.

(thank you for sharing your brainrot with me! There's so much to think about haha)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

I'm not coming home | {SaneOba}

Theme: Angst

Note: I hate adding trigger warnings simply because it basically spoils the whole thing, but I have to add them so, TW's!!: implications of wanting to die/suicide

Spoilers!! (like in the next sentence)

Will take place after the Infinity Castle thing, Obanai lived, Mitsuri did not. You can choose to think of ObaMitsu as platonic or romantic, it really doesn't matter, they were just close before. Sanemi has been helping Obanai with his mental health (and uhm failing), guess where this is going<33

×××

It had been some time since the final battle and Sanemi was tired. Yes, he had been getting a lot more sleep recently than the past few years, but he was tired. Fuck, it wasn't even because of his sleep—although he was having trouble adjusting to this new sleep schedule. But putting that aside, the reason for his tiredness was Obanai.

Obanai was... putting it nicely, not okay. Mitsuri had died in his arms after Muzan's death, and he was in some sort of daze now, as if it would undo the damage. He ate less than he ever had—which was saying something—and he barely slept, barely moved, really. Sometimes, though, he would wander around, looking lost.

Sanemi had taken to caring for Obanai—the two had started dating, as well. It was rocky, their relationship, or just... their life. It wasn't easy, obviously. How could it be?

Before, at least, they had distractions. Missions, patrol, their own life constantly in peril danger. But there was nothing now. It was a relief, for a lot of the survivors. It was a relief to Sanemi and Obanai, as well. But in a way, it was also worse. Made life just a dull of objects and colors, a blur in the background. It was empty, no action, no... nothing.

Sanemi didn't necessarily mind, however. Obanai, on the other hand, was very affected by it. Horribly. And it was obvious. So obvious to the point that Tanjiro brought up the concern once, while passing by Sanemi at the market.

Sanemi assured him that he'd help as best he could, and that he already was. But it fed his worries about Obanai and he went in search for his boyfriend later, whom he hadn't seen in a bit. He found Obanai, later, sitting absentmindedly on a hill, his katana in his hand. He was staring at it as if it held the answers of the world, his hand running over the handle to the leather sheath.

"Obanai?" Sanemi asked, confused. He quickly made his way up the hill, plopping down next to the smaller man. 

"Hm?" Obanai turned, meeting Sanemi's eyes. The turquoise and golden eyes of Obanai's appeared unfocused, and he looked as tired as ever. 

"What're you doing here?" Sanemi said, frowning. He glanced down at Obanai's lap, where his katana sat. "And why do you have that?"

"Uhm. Just thinking," Obanai mumbled, closing his hand over the katana handle tightly. "Why?"

"You look tired and I haven't seen you all day," Sanemi said, sighing. He wrapped an arm around Obanai, urging him to lean against him. (does that make sense?)

Obanai shrugged. "I wanted some fresh air."

"Ah."

They were silent for a while. Sanemi took this opportunity to look around, finding that he could see a lot of a town below them, stretching far off into the distance. If he wasn't mistaken, that was the town the Hashira would usually wander around in their free time. More specifically, Mitsuri, who would eat a lot in one of the restaurants there.

With that, Sanemi realized Obanai had probably been down there, most likely reminising about Mitsuri. He grumbled internally, wanting to smack himself for his stupidity. Obanai must be feeling miserable because of this.

"So... Why do you have your katana?" Sanemi asked. The past Hashira and Demon Slayers had all kept their katanas and/or uniforms if they were still in tact, given that there wasn't any need to rid of them. But as far as Sanemi knew, most people's katana's were probably gathering dust somewhere in the back of their house as demon slaying hadn't been the best of most people's memories. 

Obanai looked away. "No reason."

The frown on Sanemi's face deepened. There was definitely a reason. It couldn't only be for the purpose of remembering, could it? Although just to feel the weight of the katana was enough to trigger a lot of memories.

"Right." Sanemi stood carefully, making sure he didn't drop Obanai's limp—and very light, he must add—body in the process. "When will you come back home? Tomioka's visiting later, so you probably want to get a bit of rest first."

"I'm not coming home," Obanai mumbled. The words were quiet, almost unaudible. Almost.

"What?" Sanemi turned back, having been half way through heading back down.

Obanai didn't say anything and Sanemi quickly retraced his steps back up, turning Obanai's body to look at him.

"What do you..." His eyes drifted down to Obanai's katana, clutched tightly in his hand. "No."

Obanai blinked quickly, turning his face away. 

"No, Obanai, don't you dare," Sanemi hissed, grabbing the part of the handle protruding from Obanai's fist.

Obanai fought back, tugging at it. "Go away, Sanemi," he said, a sudden harshness entering his voice.

Startled, Sanemi nearly let go, but quickly regained his grip on the katana. Having been taking a lot better care of himself recently—and just generally being stronger than Obanai—he managed to take the katana from his boyfriend, gripping it tightly. 

"Do not. Obanai, you cannot leave now. You're still young enough to have life to you, don't you fucking dare," Sanemi said, a burst of desperation hitting him. "I can't... can't lose you too."

Their eyes met and, for a second, Obanai returned the glare. But then all the fight seemed to seep out of him and he slumped down, his hair slipping over his face. 

"I'm sorry," Obanai whispered. "I have to."

Sanemi shook his head. "No. No, you don't and you won't. Fucking hell, what have you been thinking this whole time?! We're going back home, Obanai. C'mon," he said with a heavy sigh, hoisting Obanai's unhealthily light body onto his back.

Obanai's arms clasped themself loosely onto Sanemi's shoulders as Sanemi made a slow descent down the hill.

"You're going to sleep now, Obanai. I will not let you die," Sanemi said. He wouldn't allow it.

×××

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×××

there's more floof in this cuz... i feel bad and i love writing floof as much as angst

putting the part one and two in the same post because it's easier<33

×××

Obanai was asleep and Giyuu was at the door and Sanemi was in the kitchen. Sanemi was also panicking.

He heard the knock at the door and opened it, letting Giyuu enter.

Then he promptly went back to panicking.

Giyuu watched him pace around for a couple minutes before speaking up.

"Are you alright, Shinazugawa?" he asked. He had gotten better at talking recently, having had more time to focus on his social life. He was more vocal now and it was helpful, really. 

Sanemi stopped and stared at him. He had run his hand through his hair several times earlier so it looked like a mess, he had been muttering to himself and pacing around for almost an hour now, after putting Obanai to sleep, and he was tired. No, he was not alright.

"Obanai tried killing himself earlier," Sanemi said bluntly, deciding to go straight (gay) to the point.

Giyuu blinked. He had not been expecting that. "What?"

Sanemi groaned, striding forwards and hitting his forehead against the wall several times. "He brought his katana with him. He didn't even deny it."

Giyuu moved forward, pulling Sanemi away from the wall. "When?"

"Over an hour ago. I made him sleep," Sanemi said, gesturing to the hallway that led to Obanai's room.

"Ah. We should ask Aoi for help, she might know therapist or something," Giyuu murmured.

"Why the fuck would we ask a child?!" Sanemi said incredulously.

Giyuu sighed. "Because Kocho wanted to sign us up for therapy but we didn't have time. Aoi or Kanao might be of some help in this matter since they knew Kocho better."

"Bitch, we're adults. We can find a therapist ourself. But I doubt Obanai would speak to one, in the first place. He's... got a lot of personal shit he'd most likely rather not tell anyone," Sanemi pointed out. He crossed his arms, moving away from Giyuu. 

"Right. I don't know, then," Giyuu murmured.

Sanemi frowned, looking down at the ground. "I don't know either. I've been trying to help him, but I don't think it's working."

"Mm. How have you been trying?"

"Uhh..." Sanemi paused, racking his brain. "I've been keeping a close watch on his sleeping and eating schedules—which are somehow still fucked up. I try talking to him sometimes but he doesn't really... want to. He's quieter now, too. It's difficult to deal with, and it's fucking up my head."

Giyuu nodded as he spoke, thinking for a moment. "Try to just spend time with him, maybe? Instead of so obviously focusing on his mental and physical health, just take him out on walks or dates, and so on," he suggested. "Maybe it'll clear his mind."

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "That's... I'm surprised I'd hear that from you, Tomioka. But I'll try that, sure."

Giyuu pouted. "What does that mean?!"

"You know, you're really childish for a twenty-one year old man," Sanemi deadpanned. 

"...go cheer up Iguro, then," Giyuu said, huffing and turning to the door.

Sanemi laughed. "Will do. Thanks," he called after Giyuu who was already outside.

"No problem... And good luck!" Giyuu said, lifting a hand in a wave before promptly slamming the door shut.

Sanemi rolled his eyes and locked the door before turning as he heard a different door open.

Obanai stumbled into the hallway, rubbing his eyes and fixing his bandages. He quickly spotted Sanemi and sank into his boyfriend's arms, hugging him tightly.

"You alright?" Sanemi asked, patting Obanai. 

He got a muffled "yes" in response. 

"Are you hungry?" he asked, picking up Obanai and hoisting him onto his hip.

Obanai pulled back slightly to make himself comfortable, wrapping his legs around Sanemi's waist. "No' really..." he mumbled, resting his head on Sanemi's shoulder. He seemed tired, still, and probably had forgotten about earlier. 

"Okay. Sleepy? Want to cuddle?" Sanemi offered, kissing his cheek.

"Mmmhm," Obanai hummed, nuzzling against him.

Sanemi smiled. "Whatever you want. You're awfully clingy today, you know..."

"Is'at bad?" Obanai asked, lifting his head up to look at Sanemi.

"Not at all. It's adorable."

"I'm not adorable."

Sanemi scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that."

Obanai grumbled but went back to hugging him as Sanemi made his way back to the bedroom, closing the door and laying down with Obanai wrapped around him.

The room was silent, only the sound of their breathing, bringing a comforting feeling to them, lulling them into sleep.

Sanemi awoke, he didn't know how long later, and glanced down at Obanai who stayed asleep in his arms. The blanket previously pulled over them had at one point gotten tangled up between their limbs and Sanemi struggled for a moment to pull it back onto them.

He glanced at the window which had curtains drawn over them. A dim light filtered through the fabric, however, telling him it was around late evening or night. He moved his hand up to run through the dark, tangled locks of Obanai's hair, wrapping his other arm back around his boyfriend.

A while later—about twenty or so minutes—Obanai stirred awake, blinking wearily at Sanemi. His hair was messy, despite Sanemi having been finger-combing it for nearly half an hour before, but he looked considerably less tired then he had before.

"S'nemi...?" he mumbled, moving forward and re-attaching himself to his boyfriend.

"Yes?"

"Goo' mornin'..." Obanai said, his voice muffled by his bandages and sleep.

"It's... night," Sanemi said, laughing gently. 

"Oh." Obanai sat up slowly, glancing at the window. "Is it bad that we're used to waking up at dusk and going to sleep at dawn?"

"...Probably." Sanemi sighed. "How do you feel, though?"

"I'm fine."

"Tired, still, or not?"

"I feel better," Obanai admitted, running a hand through his hair. 

"I'm glad to hear it," Sanemi said, sitting up and kissing the smaller man's forehead. "Hungry?"

"Not really." 

Sanemi frowned. "When have you last eaten?"

Obanai pouted, crossing his arms. "That's none of your concern!"

"It is! If I want to care for you, I need to know!" Sanemi said.

"I don't need caring for! I'm twenty-one! I can care for myself!" Obanai protested.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "What, and this morning wasn't some sort of indication that you can't?" He immediately regretted the words afterwards when Obanai seemed to cower away, remembering. "Sorry, Obanai, I didn't mean..."

Obanai shook his head, silencing him. "It's fine." He slumped back down onto the futon, burying himself in the blankets.

Sanemi sighed. "I'll make us some food."

"Alright..."

×××

Sanemi decided to take Giyuu's advice into action and, the next day, took Obanai out on a walk after lunch.

Obanai was clueless and just walked around, one hand clasped around Sanemi's, the other clutching a pebble he'd picked up earlier. They walked in silence, enjoying the outside for once. It was a nice day and the weather was mild, not cold nor hot. It was peaceful; spring could be like that. (Fun fact: it was spring after the war!! Because the sakura tree in the Butterfly Estate had been blooming) There was a heavy scent of flowers in the air, given the trees were blooming and, with the occasional burst of wind, flower petals would float down around them.

Sanemi was watching Obanai carefully and had been caught staring at him several times, leading to more awkward silence.

Eventually, irritated, Obanai asked, "What?" upon catching Sanemi looking at him again.

Sanemi bit his lip, turning his gaze back in front of them. Obanai stopped, though, holding Sanemi back by his hand. 

"What?" he repeated, more forcefully.

Sanemi shook his head. "It's nothing, just thinking."

Obanai huffed. "If you keep thinking about yesterday, I'm going to rip your head off."

"Be my guest," Sanemi murmured. "And it's not that"—which was partially true—"so don't worry about it. I was thinking about when we were Hashira. Days like today just went by unnoticed since we were usually resting or training."

Obanai rolled his eyes. "Oh, are you reminising now? Are you going to go on about a speech to appreciate what we have now?"

Sanemi laughed. "Do you want me to?"

"Fuck no."

"Good, because I wasn't. But... you really should," Sanemi added, as an afterthought.

"What? I'm not reciting an essay for shit," Obanai said, scrunching up his nose. 

"That's not what I meant. i meant, like, to 'appreciate what you have now,' as you'd put it."

"Oh, so it is about yesterday." He sighed, letting go of Sanemi's hand to fidget with the rock. "Please stop thinking about it."

"Like I could." Sanemi crossed his arms, moving to stand in front of Obanai. "You do realize I care about you way more than anyone else right now?"

"Well you shouldn't. You should care about yourself." Obanai looked up, his eyes meeting the lavender eyes of Sanemi's, those of which he'd fallen in love with over and over again. God, he would do almost anything for him. Almost anything.

"Like you could talk! You're the one ignoring your own health," Sanemi shot back. "Obanai, seriously, just... I'll stop thinking about it when you can prove to me that you'll try to get better. If not for yourself, then... for..." He hesitated, unsure if he should continue the sentence. "For someone else."

Obanai frowned. "For you?" he asked. "Just say it. It's not selfish, if that's what you're thinking."

Sanemi shook his head again, running a hand through his hair and sighing. "It's... not that."

"Then?" Obanai asked impatiently. 

"That's not what we're talking about!" Sanemi said, trying to pull him off the course of the conversation.

"Yeah, well now it is. So, tell me." He crossed his arms for emphasis, glaring up at Sanemi.

Sanemi grumbled. "If I tell you, will you try to care for your health?"

"I walked into that, didn't I," Obanai said, sighing. 

"Yes."

"Fine. I'll try. But I won't promise any success."

"Good enough," Sanemi decided. 

"So?" Obanai asked, quirking an eyebrow when he didn't continue. "Tell me!"

"It's stupid," he insisted.

"So am I, and look who you're dating! Get on with it, idiot."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "One, you're not stupid. And... fine. Fine," he repeated, as if telling himself more than Obanai. His gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding the prying eyes of his boyfriend. "It's about Kanroji."

Obanai tensed. "What about her?"

"I don't know. Just, you're doing this all for her, right? I know what you were looking at when I found you yesterday. I know you care about her a lot." Sanemi paused. "Basically—and fuck, I sound like a selfish brat, but—I didn't know if you cared about me enough to want to stay... for me," he concluded. "Which is why... yeah."

Obanai frowned, taking in this information. "Are you jealous or insecure?"

Sanemi winced. "Don't say it like that."

"Just answer."

"Both, really," he admitted, wishing he could crawl in a hole and die.

There was a beat of silence.

And then Obanai stepped forward, tiptoeing and wrapping his arms around Sanemi's neck, hugging him tightly. He glanced around, making sure nobody was there, then undid his bandages, kissing Sanemi gently. Sanemi embraced him, leaning against the hug. 

"God, you're like a big baby," Obanai murmured, placing another kiss on Sanemi's cheek.

"Says you," Sanemi said, although he smiled at the kiss. 

"Mm, sure." 

They stayed like this for a while, completely ignoring the fact that they stood in the middle of a road in public, their attention completely on each other.

Then Sanemi back away, embarrassed and almost guilty. "Sorry for turning this about me."

"Don't worry about it, it's nice to not be the one worried about for once," Obanai said, quickly fixing his mask and taking Sanemi's hand.

Sanemi nodded. "And it's nice to be the one worried about, honestly," he said. 

"Guess you haven't experienced it much?"

"Nah." 

They continued on their walk in silence for a while, consumed in their own thoughts. Obanai spoke up, after a few minutes, glancing up at Sanemi.

"Hey, and for the record? I do care about you. Fuck, I'm sorry for seeming so laser-focused on Mitsuri lately, but... I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but she's all the reasons why I want to die. You're all the reasons I want to stay," he said, his voice gentle. 

Sanemi stared at him. 

"What?"

"N... Nothing," Sanemi mumbled, his hand tightening around Obanai's. "Thanks."

Obanai nodded, confused. He double-stepped forward to see Sanemi's face—who had turned away—and stopped. "Oh my god, are you going to cry?!" 

Sanemi shook his head, his hand reaching up to rub his eyes. "Fuck no, what the hell are you talking about?..."

Obanai sighed, letting go of his hand to wipe the tear that slipped down Sanemi's cheek. "Crying isn't bad."

"Well, good for you. Because I'm not crying!" Sanemi insisted, a whine entering his voice.

"And you said I was the baby," Obanai grumbled, rolling his eyes. But he hugged Sanemi again, holding him tightly in his arms. 

Sanemi buried his face in the mess of Obanai's hair, practically strangling him with a hug. "'m not crying," he repeated, with less insistency.

"Whatever you say."

After Sanemi got himself back together, the two walked down the road again, more awkwardly as neither knew what to say anymore. 

"Uhm... So, back to you?" Sanemi suggested.

"Fuck no."

"Fuck yes."

"You want to fuck?" Obanai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe?" Sanemi said, mimicking Obanai.

"Idiot," Obanai said, laughing.

Sanemi smiled. "You're laughing."

Obanai immediately stopped. "Okay, no, that's stupid. Don't be stupid."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "You're stupid."

"I know."

"God."

They exchanged a smile before Obanai decidedly broke into a run, making Sanemi do a double take before chasing after him.

"What the hell?!" he shouted, catching up quickly.

Obanai grinned at him, quickening his pace. "How much strength from being do you think we have left?"

"I bet I have more than you do," Sanemi replied, running ahead of Obanai.

"Fuck you!!" Obanai whined, attempting to get back in line with Sanemi.

They laughed as they ran, and probably wouldn't have stopped if it weren't for the fact that they nearly crashed into someone. Both of them skidded to a stop, almost toppling over themselves in an attempt to not hit the other person.

"Fuck..." Sanemi groaned, helping Obanai steady himself.

"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you two?" the person asked, his voice familiar.

They looked up.

"Great," Obanai said, crossing his arms.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Tengen whined. 

"Nothing. What're you doing here?" Sanemi asked.

"Uh, walking. Why?" Tengen said, cocking an eyebrow. "And you two?"

"Same as you," Obanai said. 

"Right. You look better," Tengen noted, looking Obanai up and down.

"What do you mean?"

"Well rested." 

Sanemi nodded. "He slept a lot yesterday and the day before."

"I was tired," Obanai said defensively. "And what do you mean, 'better'?!"

"It wasn't an insult," Tengen said, laughing. "And of course you were tired."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Obanai threw the pebble at Tengen who dodged it, grinning at him.

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "He means you were being insomniac and unhealthy and that you're already making improvement, dumbass."

Obanai huffed. "You too?!"

"Hey, don't blame me! You were the only one who fell into some sort of neglection of yourself after Muzan!" Sanemi pointed out.

"Anyways, I don't want to hear you two bickering, so... bye!" Tengen said, saluting them before promptly turning and practically disappearing.

Sanemi and Obanai stared after to where Tengen had run off to, watching his figure fade into the distance.

"Why is everyone concerned about my health," Obanai asked, after a minute. 

"Because you're easy to be concerned about. You look happier though," Sanemi said, turning back to Obanai. "Right now."

"That's cuz we were running and it was exhilarating. I haven't done that in a bit."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I took you out on the walk," he said, taking Obanai's hand into his own.

"Hmm, I knew you had ulterior motives," Obanai said. "'I need fresh air' my ass." 

"That wasn't a lie."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Hey, you lied about that, too!" Sanemi said, walking again.

"Fair enough."

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Giyuu's tactic seemed to work. It was distracting Obanai a lot more and he looked a lot lighter now, although he occasionally lapsed into fits of depressing—if you could call it that—and Sanemi was always there for him when they happened. But he was progressing and his katana ended up in the corner of the entrance hall, dust slowly collecting on the hand guard. He was doing better, and it was all Sanemi could really ask for.

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y'all i know I ended this randomly but I was losing ideas for this and it ended up so much different than i'd intended AND HOW THE FUCK DID I GET NEARLY 3000 WORDS?! I THOUGHT IT WOULD ONLY BE 600-1000 BUT NAH...

Also i js remembered how much I love fluff 🤩

so many scenes in this oneshot i'm in love w/ how it turned out (also a bit eh but YAYY)

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I just saw the rock band au and that was amazing! I got a request, The brothers visiting MC in the human realm possessing a human soul could this be MC own reaction

Oh, anon, I'm so glad you liked that rock band story! It gave me a little trouble, but I think it turned out pretty good despite that!

Okay, okay. So I feel I must apologize because this ended up being kind of... ridiculous? I don't know if you wanted something more serious and dramatic, but for some reason I found the idea of the brothers possessing people in the human world just to see MC rather humorous. So I'm afraid that's the direction this one went in! But if you were wanting something more serious, please let me know as I have ideas for this request that would result in a lot of angst instead.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC reacts to finding the brothers have possessed a human in the human world in order to visit them

Warnings: possession which necessarily means that the random humans don't have control over their own bodies, but this is pretty lighthearted and they would mostly be unaffected by it

Lucifer

You're sitting in a public place somewhere - like the park or a cafe - when a good looking man randomly sits beside you. He's dressed like some big shot - a fancy suit, an expensive watch. You don't know him, but he smiles at you and says hello, using your name to address you.

How confusing? Who is this guy? You're pretty sure you don't know him. You can't just say that, though, can you? What if you do know him and you just forgot his name? You settle for a general greeting and completely forgo using his name, since you don't actually know it at all.

He chuckles. Don't worry, MC. You didn't forget his name. This is actually Lucifer possessing a human so he could come visit you in the human world. And that's when you notice the ruby eyes. You're amazed. He must have something important to say to you. Normally, he'd just show up in his own body, right?

But wait, how did you not realize that demons can possess humans like this? What's going to happen to that nice person he's invaded like that? Express your concern and Lucifer will calm you by telling you that the man he's possessed will be none the wiser. So there's no need to worry about him. He'll forget this ever even happened. Now hurry up and return to the Devildom, please. There's quite a stack of student council paperwork that needs your attention.

Mammon

It's an unusual circumstance, but you're at the bank. Maybe you needed to get a new debit card or you're thinking about taking out a loan. You've been waiting in line, but now you are finally called up to the teller. It appears to be a nice young woman with bright blue eyes. You're about to start telling her about what you need when she reaches across the counter and grasps your hand.

You look up in surprise and see that her eyes are practically sparkling. Is it just you or do they seem to have a little glint of gold in them…? She leans across the counter and whispers at you. MC! Don't ya recognize your first man?

Well you certainly do now! You demand to know what Mammon is doing in the body of this bank teller! He better not be up to something shady… He's going to attempt to reassure you. It's nothing like that! He just wanted to come visit you! It was a surprise, that's all!

You're suspicious. You ask him directly if he's planning on stealing money from the bank. He pretends to be offended. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to exchange human world money for Grimm? If he was to steal money here, he'd have to spend it here, too. Now that he's thinking about it though, that doesn't sound too bad… Tell him to get out of here before you banish him yourself. (You don't know how to do this, but he doesn't know that.) He agrees reluctantly, but only if you promise to come back to the Devildom quickly.

Leviathan

You're just going about your day, walking down the sidewalk, when you come upon a line unlike anything you've seen in a while. You don't know where the end of it is, but it appears that all of these people are waiting to get inside a store for something. A video game maybe? You're afraid to ask. You go on your way, walking next to the line, looking at your phone, when someone grabs your arm.

You whirl, about to whack them over the head, but they fling up their hands. MC! Please don't hurt him, he just didn't want you to walk past! You stop because of the fact that this stranger knows your name. When he lowers his hands, you see a pair of orange eyes and instantly know this has to be Levi. But his body belongs to some rando? What is going on?

He possessed someone to visit you, but saw this line on his way to where you are and got sidetracked. He's embarrassed to admit that he doesn't even know what the line is for. He just assumed it was something limited edition and that he likely needed to get one for himself before he lost his chance.

You're not surprised by this, but you are surprised by the possession. Was that really necessary? Couldn't he have just called you or something? That just isn't the same as seeing you in person. And since you wouldn't summon him yourself, he had to do something else to get to the human realm. Tell him that he had better go home once he's had his fill of waiting in line. He'll go, but he's going to get whatever this line is for. Gets you one, too.

Satan

You're taking your precious pet to the vet for a check up when it happens. You encounter the usual vet tech, someone you've seen plenty of times before. But something seems a little off about them. They sound different, they're more casual with you, and their eyes seem really really green? Have their eyes always been green? You honestly can't remember.

They take you into one of the vet rooms. Then they turn to you and there's a light shining in their eyes unlike anything you've ever seen. MC, it's him. It's Satan. Do you have any idea how many cats he's had the pleasure of petting today? So many. He came here like this just to say hello to you, but now he never wants to go home.

You're in shock. Does he know enough about being a vet to stay here for any real amount of time? He's offended at your question. Of course he has extensive knowledge on the medical treatment of animals. And anyway, all he really does is weigh them before handing them off to the vet. Okay, but what about that poor soul he's possessed? Please give him more credit, won't you? They won't remember a thing once he's gone.

Tell him that if he goes back to the Devildom, you'll go to all the cat cafes with him when you come back. He's a little annoyed at you for trying to bribe him like that, but he can tell that you're stressed about your vet tech being possessed. Very well, he'll go. But don't think he won't remind you of this promise when you finally come back.

Asmodeus

You are at home, minding your own business, when your doorbell rings. You open it to find someone in a big floppy hat and a pair of dark sunglasses. There's a swarm of paparazzi behind them. They push their way into your house and close the door, locking it behind them. When you finally get a good look at this person, you are in shock to see that it's a famous pop star. She's trying to look as unobtrusive as possible, but there's no mistaking her.

Oh, MC! You've saved him by letting him into your house! He had no idea this person was going to be hounded by paparazzi like that! Not that he's not used to it, of course. But he really came here to see you! Takes off the sunglasses and suddenly you realize you're actually talking to Asmo.

He must be insane. He has possessed a pop star in order to come see you in the human world. Why in the world would he do that? He explains that he just wanted to see what it was like to be this famous person! It really didn't measure up to being himself - he's far more beautiful of course - but it was certainly an interesting experience! If he's going to possess someone to visit you, might as well make it worth the effort.

Tell him that he has to return that pop star where he found her before he goes home. He can't just leave her, dazed and confused, in your house. He waves you off, it's no problem. He's going to take care of her, the poor thing. He's going to do her makeup and nails before he goes, though. She'll be thankful when she comes to. He's also going to insist on staying with you for a little while. You can't get rid of him so quickly!

Beelzebub

You're sitting in the park, maybe reading, maybe feeding some ducks, when someone sits on the bench beside you. You turn to look and see a beautiful woman dressed in athletic gear like she just sat down from a jog. There is a pile of churros in her hands, which she clearly got from a nearby vendor. She smiles and offers you one.

You find this very unusual and you're not sure about taking food from strangers. You're about to decline, but she seems to be able to tell. Don't worry, MC. These churros are really good. He's already tried ten of them. And then you get a better look at the eyes - purple and pink - and everything clicks into place.

You can't believe Beel has possessed some poor jogger and stuffed her body full of churros. Doesn't he realize what a problem that is? This body isn't his! She's going to be insanely sick later! He's really sorry, but he couldn't resist the smell of those churros. He only possessed someone near you so he could see you. The food just sidetracked him.

Take all the remaining churros from him because he will eat them if you don't and this unfortunate jogger will be the one dealing with it later. Tell him that you'll bring him all the human world food he wants when you come back. He accepts this offer. Promises to be patient and wait for you.

Belphegor

You walk out your front door and nearly trip over something curled up on your doorstep. You look down to find… a person? What is this random guy doing here? He looks normal enough, but he's sleeping in front of your door? You can't just leave him there, right? Should you call the police? You opt for shaking him awake. As soon as the eyes are opened and blinking up at you, you know something isn't right.

Sorry, MC. He was coming to see you, but he fell asleep before he could ring your doorbell. Yes, that's right, this unsuspecting human has been possessed by Belphie. You pull him to his feet and brush off the person's clothes, which are only slightly dirty from him being on the ground.

You ask him who he's possessed and he tells you that he has no idea. It was just someone who seemed close enough for him to reach you. He just really missed you. You're his best napping partner, you know. How is he supposed to get any decent sleep when you're always gone?

Tell him he can't go around possessing random humans just because he wants to nap with you. He'll have to nap with Beel for now until you return to the Devildom. He won't be happy about it, but he'll listen to you. Fine, but you had better come back soon. Everybody is losing their minds without you, it isn't just him. So hurry up, will you?

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To Have & To Hold: Part 4

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

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Marc is leaning against the passenger door of his car and typing on his phone when you come out. When he hears you approaching, he looks up. He immediately pockets his phone and opens the door for you.

"Thanks," you give him a small smile before sliding in. He gives you a nod before he shuts the door. He swiftly moves to the driver side, getting in, and starting the car.

"You're okay with me coming to your charity meeting?"

You shrug, "Do I have a choice?" you look at your lap, fiddling with your shirt.

"I don't have to go with you. Your dad won't know. I can go fuck off somewhere and you let me know when you're done. I'll pick you up and you give me a brief summary of what you discussed in the meeting."

You shook your head, "It's fine. We need to be seen with each other more often so.."

"Right," Marc mumbles and starts the drive to where your meeting is being held.

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"You're building a facility?" Marc asks in shock as you and he exit his car.

"Well, technically the building was already here, we're just doing some refurb on it. Make it more modern."

The building was an old recreation center. It was falling apart and, due o budget cuts, the city couldn't afford to fix it up. Then you appeared, wanting to help and provide a fun, new places for the local kids to hang out in.

"So you said at dinner that your organization provides classes and clubs for low-income youth?"

"Yup, that's right!"

"How come you wanna help so bad?" he looks at you so inquisitively as he follows you into the building.

You stop in front of a conference room, "I want to give the kids options. Let them find their passions so they don't end up in the streets getting involved with bad people, bad things."

Marc lets out a snort, "And ironically, you're the daughter of a man who recruits kids like that."

"Exactly why I want to prevent it. Growing up, I've seen the kids who get roped into his shit. It's not good. I love my dad, but I know he's not a good man. He's in too deep that the only way he could get out is dying. Me? I was raised around it all, but I refused to get involved. Me working on this organization and this facility is me trying to at least payback for my father's sins."

Marc reaches out and rests a hand on your arm, "We're not our parents. Despite the environment you grew up in, seeing how you turned out, it's clear you're not your father. You have a lot more heart and compassion. You really live up to your nickname, Sunshine."

You playfully roll your eyes at him, "Thanks, Marc." You proceed to open the door to reveal a small group of people, "Alrighty, let's get this show on the road!"

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Your meeting was very productive. More and more people from the community wanted to get involved in your organization and it was so exciting!

You watch as the small group of board members exit the building, waving at all of them. Then there were too.

"Well that was very...informative."

You turn back to Marc, whom was leaning against the threshold of the conference room. You smirk at him, "Don't think I didn't see you yawn a few times in that corner of yours."

He gives you a sheepish grin, "Too be fair, I didn't get much sleep."

"My dad have you do some stuff for him?"

"Yeah," is all that he says, but you were curious.

"What kind of stuff?" you tilt your head in curiosity.

He shrugs, "The usual."

"Like...?"

"For someone who doesn't want to get involved in this stuff, you sure do wanna know a lot," he gives you a playful look and you roll your eyes at him.

"Please, I know a lot about this business, I just choose not to get myself involved. But, I suppose it's inevitable. I'm marrying you and you'll be taking my dad's place. Luck of the draw, I guess," you give a shrug, heading back into the room to grab your things.

"Do you wanna grab brunch? I didn't get to eat anything before my dad called me to the estate."

Marc looks at you with concern, "You couldn't told me you didn't eat. I could've stopped at a place on the way over here or ordered something for deliv-"

You placed your hand on Marc's cheek, "Relax. It's no big deal." You give his cheek a pat and walk past him, "Close the door for me, please."

Walking towards the exit of the building, you don't see Marc softly smiling to himself.

"Oooohh I see that smile," Steven teases Marc.

"Shut up," Marc mumbles to himself.

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"What do you have for me?" the man sits at his desk, the lights in his office dim. He doesn't look up from the files he's reading over.

His follower stood in front of his desk, slightly nervous, "His daughter is set to marry his right hand. They're starting to be seen a lot together."

The man in the chair darkly chuckles, "Well that'd just amazing news," he clasps his hands together, "We'll have to send her flowers. Go pick out a bouquet for her. Something that's an explosion of color."