#it's a mess but ya know can work out the details later lol

[darling-leech]

If anyone has any(and I mean ANY) headcanon(s) for The Elder Scrolls universe, pls reblog/comment on this post.

No matter how small or insignificant you think your headcanon is, pls feel free to infodump. PLEASE.

*please note when I say ANY headcanon tho, pls don't add any bigoted ones, just thought I'd clarify that when I said you can add any HC. Tho this should be obvious, just thought I'd mention it.*

[macverse]

What you hope you can change

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Chris wants you back but doesn't know if he deserves you. He sees how much he's ruined everything. He wants you to be happy, but it hurts to let you go.

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A/N: Well, I've accidentally started a mini-series. This was all supposed to be a one-shot, lol. The series started because @shipheart commented, “I wonder what the reader will do next” and then this happened.  I had a wild thought that this Chris/Reader couple could be the couple in Mi Amante and what happens in this series is what led them to start couples therapy. Some of the details are off but I like the idea that this is the back story. This series and Mi Amante are not related, it's just my headcanon within a headcanon, haha. I wrote once on something I was writing “I feel like I'm writing something much bigger than this is". I'm getting that same feeling again with these. It might be. Who knows. Special shout out to Vicky of Chris Evans fan page UK 🇬🇧 @chrisevansfanuk twitter. Since Mr. Evans had taken some time off when I started writing this, I need a secondary resource for content and research. These pages were a big help. Several 11 pm til much, much later writing well past the point of exhaustion sessions were supported by Vicky's pages. There was a very special sleepy moment where I was just blindly scrolling through your tweets cause I knew, I KNEW you had the info I needed but it was from months ago. I found it. Thank you so much.

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“Chris?” 

I didn't mean to be here. I did come here on purpose but I didn't think it would be that easy to find her. I'd thought maybe if I saw Y/N from far away, I could make up my mind. If she seems happy, if she seems like she’s in a good place, I could turn around and walk away. I could try to move on and let her go if she was okay.

That's not how it happened. We literally almost ran right into each other. One second I was deciding to give up, thinking it was providence that I hadn't seen her and the next I was colliding with Y/N.

“What are you doing here?”, Y/N asks after we’ve both recovered. “I’m honestly not following you. I heard from a friend that they'd seen you around here,” shit that sounds like I'm stalking her. She needs to know that I didn't mean for this to happen like this. I know I don't deserve a second of her time but if I can just get a moment then maybe things can be better. I hold my hands up, my palms forward as I continue, “I just wanna talk.” Uh, stress is cruel, fame's a lie

But you're special, on every level

Success is cool, money is fine

But you're special, another level The shock of Y/N leaving LA was like getting thrown into the deep end of a pool in the middle of winter. I realized too late that I was being an idiot. I was the reason she’d been there in the first place and I ignored her. I didn’t do it on purpose. My schedule kept filling up and my free time kept disappearing. I missed her but work was work. It couldn’t be ignored.

My assistant Josh had mentioned that he was getting a feeling that Y/N wasn't having a good time or didn't have much to do. He was the one who made sure I’d get a plus one so she could accompany me to my events. He'd even put together a list of exhibits and classes that I knew that Y/N would love, places we could go, and things we could do on dates but I kept putting it off because I was busy. 

I kept thinking later, later but she left before I could get to later.

Listen

I see the men, they wanna touch ya

That's when I tell 'em, uh huh

I guess I am a jealous lover

'Cause I ain't sharin' with another lover

Stress is cruel, fame's a lie

But you're special, on every level

Success is cool, and money is fine

But you're special, another level

I was a mess after she left. I didn't have the time to be a mess but the minute there wasn't a camera in my face I would break down, the facade I kept up would crumble away and all I could feel was heartache. I muddled my way through the rest of the projects I had in LA. I can't even remember if I did work that I was happy with or not. The ache Y/N left in my chest was irrepressible. I could barely breathe sometimes. 

The hole Y/N left in my life was tangible. You don't realize how entwined someone is into the fabric of every minute of your life until it hits you in the face. 

I didn't realize how the simple touch of her hand stopped my mind from racing. I didn't realize how seeing her and my dog safely at home brought me peace.

I didn't realize how the smell of her perfume on the sheets made me feel like I was home every night.

I didn't realize how much her smile warmed me from the inside and made my heart sing in my chest.

I just didn't realize how much I loved her in my life...

Want more? Read the rest on my AO3.

[northwest-cryptid]

My Fem Presenting Aki model is honestly so good right now, I'm so happy with it. I'm gonna just kinda Go Off about it so I'm sorry but...

LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE!

Some things I love about this model right out the gate:

They finally have actual high entia wings, which has been a design point of Aki for literally MULTIPLE YEARS now.

I've put in a ton of references to shit I enjoy, like how the Four Directions tattoo I usually wear on my cheek is now the tattoo from XC3 or how one of their eyes literally has the Ouroboros while the other has Aki's original constellations.

Aki now has a mechanical arm, a gift from an old friend.

It also bears the insignia of Aki's old colleague and other half (literally), Cryptid. along with a decal of The Zohar (can you tell I like the entire Xeno-Series?)

As an avid pin collector I also jumped at the chance to throw these on them:

I currently have two main outfits for them. The first being inspired greatly by the look I first drew them in, just very heavily revised.

I still love the original look don't get me wrong, but I've been wanting to experiment with merging Aki's two (masc/fem) on screen appearances with my real life appearance, or at least things I enjoy about it. So I wanted to give Aki something closer to my own hair for once with the darker center part. I'll absolutely give them at least one outfit with a cute messy bob cut though, and yea I'll absolutely bring back their brown hair because brown/black hair goes underappreciated. I also wanted to add in the head wings because I feel like that's the single most glaring aspect of Aki that no one has ever got right and it's one of the main things I love about Aki's design. However I'm really happy with this look as simple as it is.

A minor detail I actually like a lot and could easily "fix" with some quick bone work but kinda refuse to because I think it adds a lot; is that their mechanical hand doesn't articulate in the fingers.

While I could easily just move some bones around in the hands I honestly really like this more as a feature than a bug. Just because I figure someone out there is gonna go "okay but is this just because you don't know how to fix it"

No. It's an intentional feature. I might "fix" it later, but I think it adds a lot of character and makes it feel like a mechanical hand and not just a reskin of an arm.

The second outfit is geared more towards my need to over-design everything I see ever, and it's where most of the stuff shown above is seen.

I basically kit-bashed 3 outfits together and I'm absolutely in love with this absolute mess of an outfit.

I gave them the slight smug expression because I need to be able to be a smug bastard sometimes.

The hair on this outfit is a bit of a nod to an older OC design I have that I do not have any good pictures of but here ya go:

Funny callback haircut to my old Fem-Sona.

I find it kind of ironic that people have gone from He/Him'ing me non-stop to referring to this Aki almost exclusively as "She/Her" and I'm just sitting here like "oh my god it goes both ways" because I accidentally caught myself doing it too, but I digress.

It's very hard for me with how masc presenting I am, to often depict myself in a feminine manner at all and associate it with "me" I typically look at it and go "yea that's a Girl™." So it's been really nice/cool to see Aki like this and kinda point excitedly like "THAT'S ME FUCKER! THAT'S ME!"

I'm just having a very "HER PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM" moment lol.

I really do look at this avatar and go "I Think I Hauve Covid" it's so nice. They're so cute and I love existing in this digital flesh.

[kaontic]

*Takin’ a stab at this cuz about time I did—*

🦁 Emperor of Destruction, King of Beasts and Guardian Spirit of Paradise 🦁

Or, um, in other words, here’s Megs’ holoform as a shishi:

See? I’m not biased for Megatron over Optimus. I didn’t even color him in all the way. 😅

(Which is totally not because I’m scared of messing up the outlining. That’s potentially demoralizing fr…Maybe I’ll try anyway later idk)

Cliffjumper: >:(

Me: Um...you guys are probably wondering about some stuff— 👀💧 *Clears throat*

*In the tone of Barbs from Geography Now*

What is a ��shishi”? 👋

What are the flowers he is holding?

Well, as the poem one Kubuki dance abides to puts it:

Hence the association.

Reflector: You better put a source for that.

Me: I KNOW— 😭

Renjishi (Two Lions) is the name of that Kabuki dance. There’s another dance (and other versions of that dance), but we’ll get to that if you’re interested of course. ;)

Btw, the dancer above, Yukimasa Futamura of Miyabiya? He’s awesome.

He wasn’t even the one that convinced me (that was Onoe Kikugorō VI from this 1936 documentary you’ll see down below), he just reaffirmed it because WOW DO THEY LOOK SIMILAR— O_O

Someone (i really wish I remembered their post 😭) noted how Megatron has one of the most human-like face plates out of everyone (and ironically so)

Idc what anyone says, they were on-target (yes that pun was intentional).

Oh wait, he’s not “human” after all, is he? Riiiiight… 🦁

(You know he would try to make that excuse lol)

Ok ok ok, last question—

Is a shishi good or evil?

I mean, their purpose, whether in China (as these specific Kabuki dances are based off of Chinese legend. Renjishi even takes place on a holy mountain in China, with the shishi guarding the bridge to Buddhist paradise), Japan or other countries, are to protect important (usually religious) locations and ward off evil spirits.

Yeah, in the other major dance Kagami Jishi (Mirror Lion), a servant girl named Yayoi, working in the shogun’s palace is influenced and gets possessed by a shishi via a lion mask, and dragged off-stage due to the shishi chasing 2 butterfly spirits, but ya know…

Cats will be cats. :)

The same actor that plays Yayoi will even return as the (male) shishi to dance with the butterfly spirits.

What happens to Yayoi in the end tho? Um—

She’s fine. Probably. Maybe (just me speculating, this has nothing to do with the actual performances) she gets to spend the rest of eternity as the lion’s hostess. 👀

Is there more to the dances? Oh yeah, always. It's Kabuki, an intricate and detailed art form requiring huge skill that everyone should check out.

I didn't even mention the son character in Renjishi and his significance.

Furthermore, are there other Kabuki characters (especially villainous) that would fit Megs? Yep.

There was literally this one noble, Togashi Saemon from the dance-drama Kanjinchō, who was so impressed by how far his enemy’s follower was willing to go for his master through deceptive means, that he just straight up let them go.

Even at the cost of his own life because that’s how much trouble he’s gonna get in for that. 😬

Megs notoriously enabling his traitorous subordinates’ behavior even if it’s self-sabotaging? Similar energy.

There was also the provocative (and quite frankly pathetic) governor Kō no Moronō from the drama Kanadehon Ch��shingura, who the 46 rōnin came for on their quest to avenge their master, and proceeded to [REDACTED].

Yeah, given our options, so far, he better be thankful that his holoform is a shishi. 😑

It’s not the only holoform he has (any Cybertronian can have several in my AU), but I think it’s a good start.

[msi-obsessive]

I don’t think Steve ever dated a man. He was basically so close with Jimmy that the taller man called him his work wife. lol So yea.. Him marrying and staying married to someone that doesn’t have the same views on the LGBT+ community is messed up.. Even if its only part of it that she attacks…

I know it isn’t our business but come on dude.. I know the dating scene can be hard again.. Especially if you have a teen you are raising.. Or even just being single while doing so.. He really should divorce her and move on. Or get her some help at least.. Make her seen the error of her ways.. Something!

This ain’t it..

As for the pred*tor thing with Jimmy.. A lot of rumors are going on with that. Some are saying the Jane Doe was hired by some anti-msi chick for them to both get a big cash payout and to make Jimmy look bad.

Others are saying they knew the Jane Doe and that she was just full of it in general.

And last some are saying that though they knew each other before she was 18 ( which is true cause of that birthday card for her 16th birthday , he put 15 by mistake , where he said he missed her ) but they started dating after she turned 18.. Still grooming. But others say he was dating Vanessa at that time… And she was bitter cause he didn’t end up with him later on.

With so many rumors and Steve and the rest of them not confirming nor denying any of the details available.. Its hard to know what was actually true.. Other than him knowing her.. So yea.. Just him having a lawsuit against him made some people to not want anything to do with Jimmy was bound to happen, I guess.

According to a friend of Jimmy’s they are mostly all still friends.. So.. It just weirds me out that Steve’s wife was talking that shit and he never spoke up.. Who knows..

Maybe I should just get over it… Its not my business to stick my nose into.. Ya know?

Does anyone even know if Steve really threw Jimmy under the bus when the lawsuit happened ( acted cowardly ) or if he’s really a Trumpie? Idk if he’s still with his incel of a wife either..

I’m asking cause every day I think about wanting to kick him.... And I don’t want to have that much hate for the man if he’s not actually a pos..

[yanderecandystore]

Oh my god!! Welcome back!!!

This is my first time requesting, I've been reading your works for a long time now...

Can I please request, the yandere bullies on how they'd react to their darling getting another girl pregnant, like a secret girlfriend, and then darling marries her out of responsibility and love but not only that, the girl happens to be wealthier than the Coldwells.

TW/Tags: mentions of pregnancy // rich people (that's an tw of it's own lol) // kidnapping // implied torture // angst // this is pretty short and messed up // mentions of sadism and mentions of unhealthy worship // implied unrequited touch

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Wedding vowels [Yandere!Bully OCs x Amab!Reader x ??? - Headcanon]:

Way to subtly flex your hot wealthy gf on them 💀 If you tell me that she isn't a possessive, obsessive AND abusive partner then damn, they're screwed.

I mean how can you do better than that?? She is perfect and they're a complete mess, I'm pretty sure you can imagine how they would feel.

I'm going to assume this darling is amab, though I'll keep referring to them as they/them because I can.

This is pretty short but I'll say it again, it's kinda depressing.

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

A private call between two best friends has been recorded without the knowledge nor permission of either parties.

"{...}"

"- I can't even begin to explain how happy I am! The preparations for our wedding have just begun and there's just so much stuff to do!"

"- Oh my God congratulations! I'm so happy for you, I know you two have been together for a long time so it's not really a surprise that you would get engaged-"

"- Yeah- Hahaha! Oh I forgot to tell you how it happened! You should have seen their proposal, the ring- Sigh, just so beautiful- Though, again, it's not like we weren't planning it for a while already-"

"- I know but… Aren't you two may be rushing things? Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, it's just that this was all so sudden and you didn't even graduate yet."

"- See, I have other news to tell you, I didn't want to tell others because you know how things spread around the academy."

"- Absolutely, I mean people are thinking you're dead or stuck in [Y/n]'s basement- Some have even made up that you're pregnant!-"

"...."

"- … Well~ I guess it's no new news then!"

"- Oh my God- OH MY GOD, NO WAY-"

"- YES WAY, VANESSA-"

"- YOU- YOU WERE PLANNING TO TELL ME WHEN EXACTLY?? WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW?!"

"- I'm sorry!! Again I didn't want it to spread like wildfire, ya know??"

"- But you know how I need to get emotionally ready before any major event, how am I going to spoil your kid if I don't get a heads-up first??"

"- It's been just three months."

"- And I heard about it just now, Sophie!"

"- Ugh, you're so dramatic~ It's no big deal anyway-"

"- No big deal??! Girl-"

"- What? I'll just be marrying the love of my life and having a beautiful family together and I'm totally NOT on cloud nine right now."

"- Sophiee~"

"- I'm just- I'm just so happy I can barely contain it, ya know??"

"- Sophie?"

"- … I just - I love them, and I can't-"

"- Sophie, are you crying??"

"- Y-Yesh."

"- Sophie Anderson, you better cheer up right now because I'll personally invade your house and hug the shit out of you."

"- But I am cheered! I'm overjoyed, words can't express how much this means to me."

"- Well, I know, I know that- I'm just trying to stop you from crying!"

"- Heh, I know. Thank you, Vans. But don't worry, there's no way in hell that I would ever be sad, not from now on at least."

"- Awn, I wish the best for both of you, I hope you'll be happy!"

"- Thank you..!"

"- I'll have to go now, but I want ALL of the details okay?? You still didn't mention how they proposed, knowing them I bet it was a mess- I'll call you soon alright? Please take some rest."

"- Pfft- Hey, give them some credit! It was just the sweetest thing (and not messy at all!), I'll tell you all about it later then, see ya soon!"

"[.]"

End of recording.

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Can you imagine how pissed off and devastated this girl is??

"- NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!! This isn't FAIR!" She would scream while banging her head on the table, which I guess anyone would do if they were in this weird situation.

Can you imagine falling in love with someone, but then hearing that not only they had a partner already- They were ENGAGED and were going to have a CHILD TOGETHER??!

To add salt to injury, it was fuckin SOPHIE ANDERSON, because of course it was!!

"- That two-faced, darling snatching whore! How could she?! How could she, how could she, how could she, how could she, how could she, how could she?!!"

Sophie and Alexandra weren't exactly the best of friends, but at least they weren't exactly on "bad terms" (not until now at least). I like to think they used to know each other from some sort of choir that Alexandra participated in when she was younger (and when people couldn't really judge her horrible singing voice).

Sophie Anderson wasn't considered a public menace like the Coldwell twins, but people did know she was rich.

"- Oh I bet she BOUGHT them with her kindness and stupid loads of money, God, darling you're such a CHEAP HOE!"

She is fuming with rage and betrayal, thinking that Sophie was aware of her crush on you. Her "tsundere af" crush on you.

Okay let's be honest, it wasn't exactly a secret that Alexandra had a thing for you, but everyone including you just assumed it was part of the bullying schedule to be pinned down and whispered twisted sweet nothings.

Oh, and how could you, how could you impregnate another woman, an absolute nobody who's only good at singing because her parents are rich music fanatics! She knows how much money they wasted in making that girl a "natural talent".

She has cried and screamed for hours after hearing the recorded call, I guess you can imagine how awful it would feel to be in her position and see you proudly take responsibility over a kid that shouldn't even exist (in her eyes). She wished she could go back in time and be the exact person you see in Sophie, maybe then you would have given HER a kid instead of this- Wicked siren! Who stole you away from her!

"- What does she have that I DON'T!?! What could she ever provide to you that I couldn't make it double, you selfish brat!!"

One day before your wedding the only thing you saw was the look of an enraged Alexandra who had painstakingly planned your entire new life beside her overnight. Or more accurately, under her.

"- I give you freedom and the first thing you do is betray my trust, I thought you would know better than to sleep with some lowlife- CLEARLY, you need someone to teach you a lesson or two about respect!"

"- You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-" She can't find the words to continue, she wants to curse you, to yell at you and to punish you from misbehaving.

But then again she also wants to kiss you and be held by you, to be reassured that she isn't this monster you're so desperately trying to crawl away from, but she is.

She knows she is. She knows why would have chosen sweet Sophie over her, Sophie never bullied you.

Sophie probably wouldn't have kidnapped you and hurt you to get your love back, because she doesn't need to do that.

You love her for who she is, you love her without being told to and that's something Alexandra will never have.

"- I… I can be better than her-! I can give you a kid too- I can give you anything… As long as you obey. As long as you're not stupid again, dumbass…"

For a moment she considered comforting you, but after a regretful torture session she doesn't have enough courage to look at your fearful and spiteful eyes and give you a slice of her softer side. But since you're here with her now, she'll have plenty of time to rebuild what she completely destroyed.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Can you imagine how absolutely depressed and devastated this boy is?

He hasn't come out of his room ever since hearing the recorded call between Sophie and her friend. He kept trying to "wake up", as childish as this sounds.

"- … It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, it's not real, please…"

Can you imagine falling in love with someone, but then hearing that not only they had a partner already- They were ENGAGED and were going to have a CHILD TOGETHER??!

And to add salt to injury, it was Sophie Anderson, the little singer wannabe.

"- Heartless…" He couldn't believe he helped boost her music career by using her song on some of his reels. He'll be deleting those if he doesn't end up just deleting his Instagram account.

Differently from Alexandra's relationship with Sophie, Adrien DID consider her a friend, or at least someone trustworthy- He had never suspected that you two were a thing…

"- You're heartless- You're also so fucking heartless, darling!" He didn't come out of his room that day, just mumbling to himself and whimpering at the thought of you not only marrying someone else, but also building a family with them.

Just because he can't give birth to a kid, doesn't mean he wouldn't go above and beyond to give you one- If he knew that it was something you dreamed about then he would bring your fantasies into reality, be through adoption, artificial insemination, tube babies, he doesn't care!

He would have preferred using witchcraft to birth a demon child (despite his skepticism and disinterest in the occult) than to ever see you holding someone other than him in your arms.

"- … You're evil… You're so, so evil dear… I could have given you anything, I was READY to give you anything you desire… I just wanted you to be mine…!" His voice is pathetically wimpy for someone who has kidnapped you just a day before your wedding, probably because he hasn't taken really good care of himself during the meantime, only focusing on planning for your new life beside him. Or more accurately, above him.

He has been broken down so severely that although he is aware you look at him with nothing but hatred and fear- He doesn't care anymore, he just wants to be able to have you and worship you.

It wasn't a secret that Adrien had some sort of weird crush towards you, though you just assumed he was infatuated with the pain he used to bring you, not WITH you.

"- I gave you freedom and the first thing you did was to betray me… I thought you would know better than to sleep with some- Traitor. But that's okay- I can still fix this! I can show you how much you can truly be adored…"

How sickening, to be crawling to you as if you were a deity and he was the dirty mortal trying to beg for forgiveness, and in a sense, he was!

But deep down, despite his worn-out condition and overall adoration towards you, his pathetic attempts to make amends with you are hiding his desire to take you by force and smother you with love and hate.

He wished that YOU would have been in his position, to be the one to beg for forgiveness and to come close to him willingly- To worship him and prove to him he isn't this vermin of a person who adores you but also loathes you.

"- I can give you so much, I could be so much better than she could ever be… Why don't you just listen to me, for once!" He begs you, the gagged and heavily tied down victim, to give him a crumb of your attention.

But as he notices your reluctance and clear disgust over his presence, he is sure that this isn't just his mind talking- You really do think he is a vermin! A pest poisoning your veins with each word of praise, with each trembling soft kiss and with the callused touches wherever his filthy hands get on your body.

He knows you can never love a vermin, he knows that you'll never look up to him as you looked up to Sophie. He knows he can't give you what your heart desires, he knows that even if he could give you a kid, you wouldn't be affectionate to it like you seemed to be to your "other" kid.

But even if he can't offer you a real family, he can offer you his servitude! His loyalty, his desire, his soul, his body, all of his money. All of his love, even if he doesn't have enough courage to openly say it, he feels unworthy of even saying he loves you.

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[outerbankies]

begin again — john b routledge

part 2

summary: your co-worker invites you to a party and you immediately hit it off his cute friend.

pairing: john b x reader

warnings: drinking, swearing, weed, mentions of vomiting (lol), mentions of irresponsible drinking (if you squint? just want to warn anyone who needs it)

a/n: cheesy "ex is a douchebag" trope, i know, but couldn't get this idea out of my head! not canon at all in the sense that sarah/any actual obx plot isn't even mentioned. but lmk what ya think :)

my writing

You had not the slightest clue what you were getting yourself into when your co-worker, JJ, had invited you to come to a party tonight.

The bus boy had been inviting you to hang out with him and his friends for months now, pretty much ever since you had started waitressing at the Outer Banks Island Club.

Out of respect for your ex-boyfriend, Nate, it had never seemed appropriate for you to take JJ up on his offer. JJ was nice enough, probably your closest friend at work, and you knew he wasn’t interested in you like that—nor you him.

You guys were just work friends, messing around on your shifts and making fun of all of the kooks you had to wait on. But still, it didn't seem right to you if you were with Nate. He was usually the one taking up all of your free time anyways.

But that didn't matter anymore, seeing as Nate had broken it off with you two weeks ago. He told you that he didn’t think things were working between the two of you for a while now, which really shocked you. You had no idea he had been feeling this way until now.

Nate said he wanted someone who was more open to adventure, someone with a knack for spontaneity. The underlying implication that you weren’t able to be like that for him had hurt you worse than the break up. Your boyfriend of months had essentially grown bored of you, and the whole time you thought he liked having quiet nights in with you. He said you were always working or studying, and if you weren’t, you were too tired to do the fun things he wanted to do. But the truth was, you were never too tired to go out with Nate. You just hated how Nate acted when you guys did go out, and you honestly thought you'd been doing your relationship a favor when you stopped opting to go out, swapping parties for take out and Netflix.

But of course, that hadn't been good enough for him. It was no surprise a few days later that you heard he was out partying with another girl.

So when you clocked in one Friday morning, armed with your first heartbreak and a new determination to prove to yourself that you weren't boring, and JJ immediately struck up his tired routine of convincing you to come out that night, you agreed.

His eyes had widened like saucers.

“You're serious? Finally!” JJ exclaimed, immediately launching into the details of some house party in the Cut. "We can pick you up on the way."

You knew by 'we' JJ meant his core friend group. You didn't know any of them, not really, but you always saw them in passing at school or at the Club when they were coming to pick JJ up from work. You knew of them, or at least had heard stories of all the trouble they'd caused on both the Cut and in Figure Eight.

But you did know that one of them was really cute. You never caught his name, but the freckly brunette would always nod and smile at you whenever you made eye contact in the employee parking lot.

And now you found yourself five minutes before JJ said he'd be pulling up with his friends, finishing the last of the second White Claw you'd swiped from your older sister in order to calm your nerves.

You felt yourself thinking about how you wish Nate could see you now, makeup and outfit a far cry from how you'd normally look, bordering on tipsy, and about to hop in a car with three virtual strangers and go to a random party.

But you pushed Nate out of your mind and chugged the rest of the can, rushing out the front door once JJ texted you.

"There she is!" his voice boomed, gesturing for you to climb into the back of the beat up brown van. "Guys, this is Y/n."

A chorus of 'hello's greeted you as you got into the backseat alongside JJ, if you could call it that. A boy and a girl sat in the driver and passenger seats, turning to introduce themselves.

"I'm Pope, nice to meet you," said the driver.

"I'm Kiara, but they all call me Kie," the girl said. You nodded shyly at both of them as you settled on the bench next to JJ. You hadn't been in a social situation like this in quite some time—Nate really had been commandeering all of your time.

"Hi," a third voice said once you got settled, snapping you out of your reverie. You looked up from where you had been searching for a seatbelt, movements faltering once you made eye contact with the owner of the newest voice.

"H-hi," you basically squeak, quickly trying to cover it up by clearing your throat. "I'm Y/n."

The brown haired boy that you recognized from the Club smiles at you, the skin near his eyes wrinkling as his grin pulls wider. He really is cute, you confirm immediately, appraising his brown eyes and copious freckles. His unruly hair is tucked under a faded baseball cap, placed backwards on his head. Your eyes flicker down and notice that his shirt is partially unbuttoned, the bandana tied around his neck doing little to cover up his exposed chest. You didn't mind.

"I know," he says smoothly. "John B."

"Nice to meet you," you say.

"You too."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, I would personally like to go get shit-faced," JJ hollers, already working on rolling up a joint.

Kie just groans as Pope pulls away from your house.

"JJ, please don't embarrass us with Y/n here," she chides.

"No promises."

John B raises his eyebrows at you, as if to say 'are you ready for this?'

You don't know what comes over you, maybe the two strawberry White Claws, but you just wink back at him.

You don't miss the blush on his cheeks as he averts his eyes.

JJ had pretty much bolted as soon as the five of you pulled up to the house party, Pope and Kie wandering off too. The group had made you feel right at home as soon as you got into the van; you and Pope discovered that you were up for the same scholarship and Kie just liked having another girl around for once. And you were already comfortable around JJ, but you still felt your nerves flaring up as you watched the group dissolve. John B had taken one look at the nerves showing all over your face and chuckled, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"C'mon, let's get some drinks."

After that, he had hardly left your side the entire night. Not that you were complaining. John B was pretty much caught up in your orbit; never letting you refill your own beer, leaning in close so you could talk directly into his ear over the roar of the music about stupid kooks you guys both hated because of your jobs, even letting you take him to the living room where everyone was dancing when the new COIN song came on.

You honestly hadn't even thought about Nate since you set your sights on John B in the van. You didn't even find yourself wondering what John B's intentions were. This was a party after all, you were newly single, and you could feel the chemistry between you and John B immediately. You didn't have time to stress about where this was going; you were too busy letting the boy twirl you around while he laughed like a kid, getting lost in his kind smiles and twinkling eyes all night.

"Y'know, I'm really glad you came out with us," he says randomly, leaning in close so he can speak right next to your ear.

He places a confident hand on the small of your back, the bare gap of skin between your shorts and shirt burning at his touch. Combined with his breath on your ear, you have to will your body not to break out in goosebumps all over.

"Me too," you flirt, reaching up to fiddle with his bandana. The song changes in the background, and you're just about to commit it to memory as the song playing the first time you macked on John B Routledge.

"Y/n?"

A familiar voice snaps you out of it, hand falling to John B's chest as you pull away to see who had called out to you.

Standing behind John B is Nate, his face colored in both surprise and amusement.

"It is you. Would've never expect to see you here," he says condescendingly. John B's hand drops from your waist as he turns to look over your shoulder, Nate noticing the movement and cocking his head to the side. "Who's this?"

"Nate, this is John B," you awkwardly introduce. "John B, this is Nate."

You felt all of the confidence that the alcohol and John B's touches and attention had afforded you tonight quickly fade away as you stood under Nate's scrutinizing gaze. He wasn't looking at you jealously like one would expect an ex-boyfriend to after catching his ex-girlfriend about to kiss a new guy. No, Nate's features held the same sense of smugness and pretension that they always did, even while you were dating him.

"Uh, nice to meet you, man," John B says politely, if a bit awkwardly. He reaches out to shake Nate's hand, but Nate ignores it completely to sip his drink and continue interrogating you.

"I seriously can't believe you're here," Nate says, a bit rudely. "Do you know anyone here?"

Your face flushes with embarrassment.

"Um, my friend JJ invited me," you said quietly. Maybe if he didn't hear you, he'd walk away and leave the two of you alone.

"What, that one kid from the Club?" Nate scoffed. "See, I always knew he was trying to get in your pants."

Your eyes widened at Nate's crass words, and you quickly realize that he'd over-served himself for the night. Nate's drunken antics had always been the real reason you'd say no to going to things like this with him; he never knew how to handle himself or respect his limits, always turning into the worst possible version of himself after too many drinks.

"Dude, c'mon," John B said. He didn't know who this guy was, but he can see the growing discomfort on your face and in your posture. You're just thankful he didn't immediately dip like you'd half expected him to.

"JJ's just a friend, Nate. You knew that."

"Whatever you say," Nate concedes. His eyes are flitting up and down your body in a way that once would've made you blush, but now all it did was cause your stomach to churn. You cross your arms over your chest and tuck yourself closer behind John B, hoping Nate will just get the hint and leave you alone at this point. "C'mon Y/n/n, don't you think I should get you home-"

"Y/n!" yet another voice bellows, your back instantly supporting someone's entire bodyweight.

JJ's warm and slightly sweaty where he'd thrown himself up against you, and John B has to steady you so that you don't completely fall forward. JJ's just laughing manically and hugging you around your shoulders, and even with him behind you you can smell the liquor coming off of his breath. "Y/n, I am so happy to see you. Are you having fun?"

"JJ, dude, you good?" John B asks, prying one of his arms from around your shoulders, taking most of JJ's bodyweight off of you and helping you to hold him upright.

"John B? Oh my god," JJ gaps. "I love you guys so much. Who are you?"

You glance from JJ to Nate, who's looking slightly knocked down a peg.

"JJ, how many drinks have you had?" you ask, changing the subject before Nate could answer.

He had been swaying slightly ever since he approached you, but his face was starting to turn pale. His smile had dropped into a grimace and his eyes looked unfocused.

"Like, ten zillion," he says. You look at John B with a helpless expression, but he's already springing into action.

"Let's get him upstairs, one of the guest bathrooms should be free," John B says quickly.

You completely disregard Nate as you help haul JJ from the living room to the staircase, thankful John B is there to support most of the weight. And honestly thankful to JJ's inebriation for saving you from wherever that conversation was going.

"Almost there," John B encourages over JJ's protests. "Y/n, you good?"

"Yeah, I've got him," you say, although slightly out of breath as you make it to the top of the stairs.

"Guys, I'm fine," JJ slurs, apparently having changed his mind. "Let's just go take some shots."

He barely gets the last word out before gagging.

"Picking up the pace," John B says with a practiced eased. You could tell this probably hadn't been the first, or even hundreth, time he's handled a drunk JJ.

John B finally finds the door he's looking for, banging a hand on it firmly before throwing it open.

Thankfully nobody is inside, because JJ all but crashes to his knees before emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

"Yep, let it out," John B says, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back into the counter. He looks over at you sheepishly. "I'm gonna text Pope and tell him that we need to leave, you can wait outside if you want."

You almost look up from where you're watching JJ to tell John B you would rather die than go back out there by yourself when you gasp.

"His hair!" You quickly take the hair tie off your wrist and try to gather as much of JJ's blonde bangs as you can into it.

"Nice call," John B praises, smiling over at you. "Never thought of that before."

You shrug, matching his smile as you run a hand down JJ's back. A witty reply is wiped off your lips as Nate's figure crowds the doorway, John B immediately shooting you a questioning look. Had he really followed you up here? Nate assesses the state of JJ with disdain written all over his face.

"Seriously, Y/n? What are you doing with these losers?"

"Why do you care?" you say, patience completely worn out by this point. The toilet flushes in the background and you help JJ lean himself up against the wall.

"What are you even doing here?" Nate says, gesturing between the three of you. "This isn't you."

"Who is this clown?" JJ mutters from his place on the tiled floor. He's quite the sight with a little pony tail tied on top of his head. You see John B stifle a laugh.

"You're seriously going to stay here with these dickheads?" Nate challenges. You can feel the anger coming off of you in waves now.

"They're my friends," you say. He just scoffs.

"You know, maybe if you came to parties like this with me and weren't such a boring bitch-"

"Alright, get the fuck out," John B says suddenly, immediately standing up straight and crowding into Nate's space.

He pushes Nate out of the doorway and promptly slams the door in his face, locking it.

"Sorry," he says to you immediately. JJ starts throwing up again.

"No, thank you," you sigh in relief, letting your head drop into your hands.

Of all things you had tried to prepare yourself for tonight, seeing Nate hadn't been one of them. Now that he was gone and JJ was taken care of, you could focus on the fact that you just saw your ex for the first time since he dumped you.

You had expected to run into him in town or when the school year started, take one look at his face and go find a bathroom to cry in. But now you were in a bathroom with your co-worker and his cute friend and you didn't feel anywhere near crying. If anything, you were more concerned about Nate and JJ ruining the moment between you and John B.

And all you could think about was John B kicking him out when he called you a bitch.

"Are you okay?" John B's question breaks you out of your thoughts. His tough demeanor has evaporated now as he looks at you empathetically and brushes a hand on your shoulder. "Who was that guy?"

You hear the hesitance in his voice, realizing how that probably felt to John B: the two of you about to kiss when another guy who you clearly had a past with shows up.

"My ex," you clarify. You see realization wash over his face.

"Oh..." he trails off, considering his next words. He's silent for a beat. "So he really is a clown."

Your lips quirk up at the implication. His voice is confident, but a blush dusts his cheeks, and you almost want to brush a hand against them and feel the warmth on you finger tips.

"You have no idea."

JJ groans in the background, flushing the toilet again. You had almost forgotten he was there.

"Are you gonna be okay? Pope should be up here soon," John B directs towards JJ, but he's grabbing your hand and already tugging you towards the door. JJ just makes another noise and waves the two of you off, but not before sneaking a glance at where your hands are intertwined and rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

The two of you don't waste another moment before escaping back into the hall, John B tugging on your hand to pull you under his arm once you're downstairs again.

"Confession time," he says suddenly. And then he's gently backing you up against a wall near the bottom of the stairs. The arm around your shoulder moves to rest against the wall, effectively caging you in. "I've been begging JJ to convince you to come out with us ever since I saw you at the Club for the first time."

You blink up at him, heartbeat picking up at his words. You open your mouth to speak, kiss him, do something, but he cuts you off.

"And if the situation with your ex is still messy, believe me, I get it," he stammers. He's looking around nervously, like he's searching for the right words but his brain isn't supplying them. "But I'll just be straight up, I'm into you. And I think you're into me, but if there's anything still going on with that guy, that's fine, I just wanted to let you know—"

You tug John B's bandana down and press your lips against his as soon as your brain registers 'I'm into you.'

If John B's startled, he does a good job at hiding it—immediately pulling you closer by your hips.

"My ex is a dick," you say after pulling away to catch your breath. John B hums in recognition as he presses smiley pecks to your cheek, your jawline, and your neck before connecting with your lips again. "And ancient history, believe me."

"Once again," John B says, leaning back to place a hand on the wall above you once more. "A clown."

You just giggle and tug him back down.

[diavolosthots]

Could you make a fic about Simeon with his (female) mc having serious period cramps and Simeon taking care of her? Lots of fluff

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

This got really long so it'll continue under the cut also for reasons these are not fics, but headcanons

Warning: mentions of period

LUCIFER, MAMMON, LEVIATHAN, BEELZEBUB, BARBATOS and SIMEON with an MC experiencing period cramps 

Lucifer:

In all honesty, he refuses to believe that it’s actually that bad for the longest time. People (and by people he means his brothers) fake their pain all the time to get out of doing things, so why would you be any different?

Sees you rolling around the bed, holding your stomach and groaning in pain, tears streaming down your eyes and some sick sadistic part of him actually genuinely enjoys it, but you don’t know that. 

Sighs and pulls you into his lap; daddy’s going to take care of you. In all seriousness though, he’ll straight up ask, “what’s wrong?” “My period… the cramps are so bad…” 

Rubs over your abdomen with his hands and tries to think of a spell to ease your pain because if he can get rid of it with magic, he doesn’t have to deal with this for much longer 

Does find a spell!

But also keeps you in his lap regardless because he kind of likes the idea of you being somewhat helpless and reliant on him so his arms are staying tightly around your waist and he does his paperwork with one hand

Orders take out for you but don’t even think this is going to be a monthly thing

semi-annually lol

Kiss to your head and a little bit of more rubbing while you eat your food, that’s the most you’ll get out of him

Mammon:

Doesn’t think you’re faking it, per se, he’s actually genuinely concerned to see you whining and clutching yourself but he’s …. Kind of dumb when it comes to it. Hear me out:

“The hell’s wrong with ya?” “my period…” “just put a comma instead.” What did he saaAAAYYYY!!!???? 

Please uhm… bear with him. If he is too dumb and your hormones are telling you to swing, please also do that because he deserves it lololol 

You need to explain in GREAT detail what the fuck is going on with you and then he may help you out. 

Brings heating pads, some alcohol because he heard alcohol numbs pain (sad boy hours are 24/7), some chocolate and maybe some cuddles. 

Do not expect him to NOT complain though and he’s DEFINITELY expecting compensation, but not in the form of money. No. He wants an apology for you (probably) yelling at him earlier and maybe some kisses so purse your lips up MC and give him some kith kith please 

A+ cuddles though. He’s a great body pillow 

Leviathan:

Oh no

Oh no no no no no

He can SMELL the blood before it even leaves your coochie, no cap, and he’s preparing for the worst. 

Hides all his precious figurines just in case your hormones act up so bad that you go violent. He can’t have anything happen to his collection.

Smart boy though like he’s right by your side and like, “I saw this in an anime once and I don’t know if it’s correct but I got a heated blanket, some ice cream, pain killers, tissues because you look like you’re crying, some sad anime we can watch because in that anime that I watched, the girl liked to watch sad movies and oh! I got you this plush of henry” 

Kinda hopes you’ll be chill after that and either game with him or let him game but as fate will have it, that doesn’t work

“Levi I want to cuddle with you…”

“Of course, sweety…” He’s looking longingly at his computer but still climbs into the bathtub with you, sweating with the heated blanket but as long as you’re happy right?

“Levi wrap your tail around me too, your arms aren’t enough…”

And he does that too, tightly, around yours and his waist so you’re pressed together.

Blushing the whole time because wow you’re close and you actually want to be with him right now and what even is he supposed to do?! He’s just trying to do everything right, okay, like he’s so scared of messing up on ANY day, but especially on your period. 

Beelzebub:

Comes home from the gym with like 16 take out bags full of 5 boxes each because he’s thoroughly starved 

Hears crying and immediately slams the bedroom door open thinking he may or may not have to murder someone for hurting you because ??? You’re his baby and he’s not going to have you crying. 

“What’s wrong MC ? Are you hurt?” You’d nod and he’d rush to your side, bringing you into his arms but your groaning and maybe even crying won’t stop, “talk to me.” “It’s my cramps… they’re so bad..”

Kind of confused not gonna lie so he just asks what he can do to make it better while rubbing his hands over your back soothingly. 

Once he knows, he gently lays you on the bed and runs out, only to come back with Belphie’s pillow (which OBVIOUSLY has a heating function, just pull on the tail of it), pain killers, all 16 bags of take out, and himself of course. 

Wraps you up in his jacket before pulling you into him and turning Belphie’s pillow into a heating pad, putting it on your stomach. Hands you pain killers and a box of take out (your choice, obviously), and then continues to hold you while he himself eats, too. 

Honestly 10/10 just ask him and he’ll get it 

Takes your mood swings like a fucking pro too like come at him MC, he’s just going to nod along and take you back into his arms anyway 

Barbatos:

The literal BEST at this 

Has everything prepared before you can even cry out from those damn cramps 

Yay for time travel and allowing him to see the future 

Comes with herbal tea, infused with magic that will get rid of your cramps, some cookies, your favorite movie, and a fluffy blanket. 

Definitely took the day off, Diavolo will understand (he won’t, but Barbatos will deal with that later) 

Most certainly caters to YOUR every need for once, just speak the words. Want more cookies? Okay. Another movie? Got it. A back massage? Perfect. For him to finger you until you reach an orgasm? Don’t mind if he does. 

Super chill, super easy going, the literal best. 

Simeon:

He has like minimal knowledge when it comes to the female human body so please bear with him here 

Hears you scream out in pain, thinks the literal worst. Rushes to your side and kneels in front of you, holding your hand until you tell him what is wrong 

Doesn’t know if he’s doing anything right but he brings tea, pain killers, and a hot towel to wrap around your stomach 

If that’s not it, PLEASE tell him and he’ll get whatever else you need immediately. 

Luke probably hears about it and bakes you some food so Simeon will definitely get those to you as well

Leans up against the headboard of your bed and pulls you in between his legs, holding you tightly and just talking to you, or maybe he’s reading some TSL to you, depends on what you want. 

He’s also a really good singer so you could definitely ask for that! 

If you just want some peace, he’s more than happy to hold you while doing his own thing on the side

He honestly just needs communication, please talk to him MC. He can’t read your mind, after all, as much as he likes to pretend that he can. Thank you.  

[fnf-amateur-writing]

Hey! It’s Fox again! How are you doing? I just started school back up today, so I’ve been busy Xp.

Think you would be cool with writing some Pico with an s/o who is a writer, and tends to ask him about things like “hey, how long does it take someone to bleed out” or other things like that?

I understand if you don’t feel like it, and I hope you’re having fun 😊

🦊

Hello again Fox, I'm doing quite well rn. I'm cool with your prompt, especially since I need more writing material anyways.

Took me a while, because I didn't want to do a hc, but rather come up with a oneshot with a little twist to the style. Well, hope it works well.

Good luck with school, mate!

TW: Mentions of violence, swearing, slight sexual reference, and crime.

Pico with a writer S/O who asks him strange questions

Prologue:

On a chilly autumn morning, you were sitting out on your patio with a laptop and a mug of your favourite beverage next to you. Whenever you looked up, you could see the warm coloured leaves fall as the breeze accompanied you. The whole scene was an aesthetic.

When your boyfriend, Pico, came outside to see this, he knew that the nice environment you surrounded yourself with meant one thing. "You're back in your writing space already. Heh, with that bestseller you published, I thought you were comfy taking a break." You simply smiled and said, "can't waste the inspiration rush I got right now."

Pico had a good point though, with your rising popularity as an author, you were near set to retire before turning fourty. But you wish you weren't given all of the credit, since your boyfriend's stories of his dodgy job has occasionally sparked some ideas for your stories. However the books you wrote in the past were usually meant for the young adult and had few mature themes. This time, you thought maybe it's time to garner extra inspiration from those stories.

You were met with some disappointment when you realised that your mug was empty, only a drop entering your mouth. "Here, babe, I'll ya some more," Pico said, taking your mug and walking inside. "Quick question," you stopped him. "Yeah?"

"What would be the best place for a murder cemetery?"

"... What?"

Chapter 1:

"So you're doing some story about the police hunting down a mass murderer?"

"Pretty much."

"And to think you were gonna write Pixar's next script. Aight' I respect that." Pico takes a seat next to you with a refill of your drink placed next to your favourite writing laptop. "Thanks, Pico. But yeah, I want to branch out to something edgier, and I think you can help too."

"Let me show you what I've got so far." You showed him some of your notes in a little notepad document, detailing the story thus far and your current plans for this chapter. "Oh, that's it? Just looks like boring police preparation mainly," Pico commented. "Yeah, it's not much right now. But it'll get juicy later." "And bloody?" "And bloody."

"Welp, I'm gonna head back in," Pico got up, "let me know if you need anything." He head back inside, closing the door, but then opened it almost immediately afterwards. Pico stuck his head out, "by the way, the guy should use some strong alcohol or something to throw off those sniffer dogs."

Chapter 2:

"And then, because they used a silencer, the police don't immediately notice the--"

"Nope! I'm calling bullshit (Y/N)!" Pico had suddenly interrupted your explanation of the scene you were currently working on. "Silencers can help prevent some hearing loss, sure, but they're not magic."

"Alright," you reply, "no silencer, but the killer still has to kill in a way to not get blood on them, so I thought shooting and killing them from a distance would work." "Well, they're alone. Instead, have the guy get shanked in the neck or something, and have the killer use a plastic bag as a glove. It saved my ass one time."

"Woah!" you exclaimed with a giggle, "you used a knife once? What happened to my trigger happy boyfriend, huh? That's pretty sus."

"I forgot to reload the Uzis, alright?"

"What an impostor would say."

Chapter 3:

"What would be the best way to muffle the scream of someone you kidnapped?"

You two were sitting on the couch together watching a show. You didn't have your laptop on you, so Pico didn't expect you to still be thinking about that book. "I can't say from experience, really," he said as he paused the show. "However, shove a rag in their mouth and duct tape it in, and you should be good."

"Thanks Pico, also one more thing." "Yeah?" "What if our killer also wanted to..." God, this one was gonna be awkward, but you had to say it or else no help. "You know, cut off this victim's willy. How would you do that?"

"Wai-wha-uh-ga," Pico started fumbling his words like never before. He stopped, then took a deep breath. "YO, WHAT THE FUCK?!" "It'll make sense in the story later, I promise!" You watch Pico begin to lose it, breaking into laughter. "Ladies, gentlemen, and others," Pico dramatically stood up, pulling a little Showcaster impression and directing his arms towards you, "my famous 'young' adult novelist partner!"

Chapter 4:

It was in the dead of night, but you awoke to Pico on his phone. His vpn was on and Tor was up. As per usual, he was checking up on his little hitman service, where others could request for a certain someone's guts to fly if they paid him a hefty sum first. Though tired, you ound this to be the best time to ask him some more questions.

"Pico, how do those sites work?"

"Oh, you're awake," Pico blankly stated, sleepy too. But he still answered you. "Basically, some anonymous rich guys in the area give me money and a target, then I just do the thing and send a mission accomplished email." "Do they pay you in person?" "Nah, we use always use Bitcoin. It's a lot harder to trace than real money."

"Thanks Pico. Goodnight," you wish him, yawning and going back to sleep. "You too... So this guy is a hit man too?" "Hush. Tomorrow." "Okay." Pico puts his phone away, leaving it on a nightstand. You then spoon the night away, peacefully thinking of murder as you drifted off.

Chapter 5:

On a morning similar to before, you two sat on the patio with your drinks and laptop at the ready. Pico watched rather awkwardly as you typed away, wondering why you haven't entertained him with another question yet.

"You gonna ask anything else?" "What? Oh, nah," you plainly state. Inevitable, sure, but he was kind of saddened. He liked being able to share his messed up wisdom. "So, you're done?" "Almost." You turn to look at him, "want the spoilers?" Pico smiled, "sure thing."

In the novella you and Pico crafted together, the main character is a cop who hunts down a killer. They eventually notice that there would be two murders at a time for unknown reasons. Well, it was unknown until one victim had left up a dark web hit man for hire site. They that the hit man not only kills the target, but the client as a hidden price for the service.

And any request will be fulfilled, according to the hit man's site.

"Do they catch 'em?" Pico asked. "Well, ANY request is granted. So, if our hero were to... hire him to kill himself..."

"No way!"

"He did. They find both of their bodies in his bedroom."

Pico was a bit impressed with the ending you came up with, but then he remembered something. "Why did that guy get his thing cut off?" "Lol, I forgot," you giggled. "He sent a message to the hit man, saying he wishes the target would choke on his dick."

"That's my favourite part."

Epilogue:

After everything was finished up, you sent the book off to your editor. After the initial joy of knowing how the story ended, you saw that Pico was still in thought. "What's up with you?" "Oh nothing, well it's just... I'm probably just biased, being that I'm a bit of a hitman myself, but it's kind of sad to see the guy go."

"Then I should spoil the epilogue I came up with." Rather than being excited, Pico nervously asked, "what's an epilogue?" He didn't get an answer, only you staring at him. "Sorry, school held too many bad memories for me to pay attention."

"Anyways," you continue, "the rest of the police gang did some background checks, and find that our killer was a normal guy with no criminal history."

"Penilian?"

"No. But I did decide to take a more supernatural approach here. Somewhere across the country, another string of double homicides occur and that site is active once more. And the story kind of repeats itself."

"Penilian."

"You joker," you give him a playful little kiss on the cheek, one that definitely caught him off guard. "So is it canon?" Pico smirked. "Nah, just thanking you for being my cute little co-author." "Oh," Pico started, "so we're flirtin' now, huh. Come here babe!" He tackled you onto the ground, giving you several kisses in exchange.

"Actually, I think we call that 'making out'," you chuckle out, flustered. "But that doesn't mean I said stop'!" You pull him in for more, accidentally bonking your heads together rather painfully. "Nice double kill there, (Y/N)."

[otakusheep15]

SFW Alphabet - Solomon

This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.  

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.  

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.  

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.  

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter. 

[tenyacore]

Hi!! Can you do some hcs with iida,Denki and sero with an s/o who dresses alternative (platforms,skirts,fishnets,etc) and who listens to alternative bands like (MCR,Msi,100 gems,etc) thank you!!

having an alternative s/o

-> iida tenya x reader, kaminari denki x reader, hanta sero x reader

these are literally my top three favorite bnha boys and the way i dress tysm for the request ksbdnensnek i dont listen to 100 gecs or msi so i dont really go into specifics YA

warnings: none, but i mention sero being a stoner because i never fail to mention that hc whenever i write about him :)

word count: 214 (tenya), 211 (denki), 224 (sero).

alternative title: stream the ghost of you by mcr omg

check out my masterlist for more of my works!!

TENYA

♡ now you two are polar opposites. maybe not in personality, but definitely in appearance

♡ either way, you are the sun to his earth and he loves you dearly

♡ wont FIST fight someone like a certain pikachu would, but he is protective of you and will defend you

♡ the mans is rich, HELLA rich, so it’s safe to say he is constantly buying you things he thinks you’d like

♡ one of his love languages is gift giving cause its one of the easiest ways to show his love in his perspective

♡ he has pretty refined and elegant taste in music, but he likes your music either way

♡ still definitely prefers the calmer songs/acoustic versions if there is any.

♡ one time you found him humming the ghost of you and it warmed your heart- cause he’s actively listening and liking your music

♡ whenever you guys go to any fancy events- which is inevitable in a long term relationship with him- he helps you pick out your outfit

♡ he’ll go for something simple and black, wanting you customize it a bit so it still feels like something you’d wear

♡ he wants the outfit to be appropriate for the fancy setting while also reflecting your style

♡ he rlly just loves you and is 100% supportive :(( a babie

DENKI

♡ he loves you and your style!! totally thinks you rock it and he’s all in to partake in it

♡ loves when you paint his nails black, sometimes he’ll steal your accessories and puts them on himself

♡ he’s no stranger to alt music and because of that you guys bond a lot over it!

♡ if he wasn't dressing alt before your relationship, he definitely is now

♡ seems the type to dress like an eboy LOL

♡ scratch that, he most definitely already dressed alt and lets you borrow his clothes all the time!!

♡ his closet is your closet

♡ looking for a big black shirt to wear like a dress of some sort? time to use your second closet :)

♡ get him away from your fishnets he WILL mess with them to the point where he’ll accidentally rip them

♡ jokingly asks you to step on him with your platforms

♡ tell him he’s not mf funny

♡ do his eyeliner do his eyeliner!!!!

♡ actually, just do whatever you want to him!!

♡ hell, i don't doubt he’d let you put him in a skirt and fishnets just to see how he looks in them

♡ overall he’s just so happy and excited to be with you, such an attractive person, and he thinks your fashion and music is perfect

SERO

♡ this stoner with jagged ass home cut hair practically worships you

♡ he thinks you’re just perfect, never fails to flash you that charming toothy smile whenever he sees you

♡ you two are just a mellow, laid back boyfriend and his hardcore alt s/o and he loves how you two look together

♡ asks you to cut his hair for him. im sure if you asked, he’d probably let you dye a part of his hair for no good reason

♡ prefers r&b, especially when high, but goes out of his way to listen to your music and read song titles and artist names so he knows what songs you wanna listen to

♡ super touchy, his hands are always on you, whether sexually or just fiddling with your accessories

♡ likes having you on his lap so he can play with the hem of your skirts or shirts

♡ saves a lil portion of his money to buy you something at least once a week, likes watching you react to whatever it is

♡ despite seeming relaxed and chill, he’s constantly listening to what you say, mostly to see if you have anything you’ve taken interest in, but also to make you feel heard

♡ looks up whatever you said later, really cares about details, so he’ll search for specific items

♡ just the best laid back but loving bf

[innaminitus]

Whipped cream

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Request: Can you do a draco x female reader smut where they’re making Christmas treats involving whipped cream and they use the whipped cream for you know what😏😏 sry if this is too weird lmao

and

Hello!! I wanted to request a story that was really for your imagination to go wild lol. A Draco Malfoy smut that’s just filthy ya know? Like no vanilla shit in SIGHT... like the fanfic would get 0% vanilla on there Bdsm.org quiz.... thank you👀  (both from anon)

Warnings: smut, no plot at all, adult!Draco, spanking, orgasm denial, inappropriate use of whipped cream

Word count: 1545

A/N: i’m afraid this isn’t exactly what the second anon wanted, it’s slightly vanilla, like i would give it 20% vanilla on said quiz lol

“I’m just saying, you could use magic for that, you know?” Draco looked at you skeptically, arms crossed.

“And what would be the fun in that?” You gasped, almost out of breath. This would be more exercising than you’ve done this year. The whipped cream was almost ready, you were whisking it fiercely.

“You know you didn’t have to make cupcakes, right?” He sat next to you as you checked if the cream is dense enough.

“I wanted to. Your dad loves them. Besides, it’s Christmas and I don’t have any present for your parents. It’s absurd that they have everything.”

“They don’t expect you to bring anything, baby. Besides, I thought we’d give them the gifts I bought.”

You sighed. “Well, now I’m almost finished, so you can just as well help me and we can go.” You pointed at the whipped cream dispenser and he gave it to you. You put the cream in and pushed the little lever to check if it works. You pushed it a bit too hard and the cream flew through the kitchen, hitting Draco in his cheek. He reached to it and swiped the cream away with two fingers as you laughed at him.

He took a step in your direction and showed you the fingers. “Now lick it off.”

You felt shivers at the sight of his unamused face and long fingers. You loved when he looked at you this way, like a king at his subject. You slowly reached to him and held his palm, bringing it closer to your lips, then stuck out your tongue and licked the cream before taking the fingers in your mouth. You sucked them and swirled your tongue around, your eyes locked on him, on his lips parted just slightly as he took the fingers out, held your chin and pushed his thumb in your mouth, pressing on your tongue. Then he leaned and the thumb was replaced by his tongue, sweet pressure of his lips made you wrap your arms around him, but he moved away.

“No touching,” he ordered. “If you touch me, you’ll be punished.”

Excitement rushed through your body and you obediently kept your hands on your lap. At least for now. He joined your lips once more and wrapped his arms around your waist just to pull you up and throw you on the kitchen table. His hands were on your thighs, his tongue in your lips and your fingers itched to touch him, but just for a minute you wanted to play his game. His hands travelled up and up, under your shirt, grabbed the hem of it and took it off. You nipples were already hard and pointy, and he groaned at the sight as he pinched them hard and pulled, releasing an inhuman sound for the back of your throat. With a smirk he pushed you onto the table and crawled on it himself, hovering over you. You could see in his eyes as he was fighting inner battle about what to do to you. One look at the clock above the door made him grin. You still had quite a bit of time before you’d have to go for Christmas dinner with his parents.

He took the whipped cream dispenser. “Revenge, darling,” he murmured in your ear before biting it gently. That’s when you felt the coldness of cream on your neck, followed by the hotness of his tongue tracing the curve of your throat, a sensation that made you arch your back, only to feel more and more of him. “No.” He stopped. “You’ll do no such thing. That’s the first warning. One more and…” He didn’t care to finish, he just continued, spraying the cream through your collarbone and the valley of your breasts. It was soon followed by his tongue and lips, needy kisses along with licks and flicks. When he got to your tits he grabbed them hard with both his hands, thumbs rubbed hardened nipples, soon replaced by lips. A moan escaped your lips, your hands unwittingly shot to his hair, fingers got lost in soft, blonde locks. He stopped again. Whoops.

“Y/N,” he murmured in a husky voice. “What did I tell you?”

You bit your lower lip and let go of his hair. “No touching.”

“And what did you do?” He lifted himself up to look at your red face. With messy hair and red, plump lips he was so arousing you couldn’t make a sound. “What did you do, Y/N?”

“I– I touched you. I disobeyed.”

The groan you heard would be enough to make your panties wet if they wouldn’t already be soaking.

“You realize I have to punish you now, do you?” He almost ripped the zipper of your jeans when he furiously took them off and dropped them on the kitchen floor. A smile of content showed on his face at the sight of your lacy, high rise panties that showed most of your ass. He swirled his finger in air. “Turn around.” You did as you were told and felt his warm hand on the back of your thigh, caressing your skin, travelling up, between your legs where he dragged his fingers right through your pulsing, clothed pussy, forcing you to sigh. But even though his hands were suddenly gone and he got off the table, you felt his hands second later, as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the table, so your front was still on it, but your legs and ass were in the air. His hands slid up your thighs and onto your cheeks, you heard him kneel as he kneaded them with his fingers. Your pussy was wet and throbbing, begging for any touch, so when you felt his lips on your clothed womanhood you almost jumped. He took his time, touching you gently with the tip of his tongue, lace making the sensation different, more blurred. Just when you almost gave up and wanted to beg him to properly touch you he slid his tongue under the fabric which he pulled aside with his finger. Sigh of relief quickly turned to groan of desperation when he pulled away.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?” He bit your cheek harshly.

“I– I want you to lick me,” you said, your voice trembling.

“I need more details…” He licked the bite.

You swallowed hard. “I want you to lick my pussy,” you started. “To suck my clit and push your tongue inside me, to– to finger me. Please…” You could feel his smile on your thigh as he kissed your skin. “I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk… Or to sit at today’s dinner…”

He laughed darkly. “Oh, wouldn’t you like that, huh? Well, that’s what a good girl would get.” You heard him stand and your heart jumped. “And you are certainly not a good girl. Good girls obey.” He hooked his fingers on your panties and slid them down your legs, and the next thing you felt was sharp pain when he spanked you once, then again. And again. And again, and again, and again, until you were a moaning mess under him and he pushed two or three fingers deep inside of you, other hand our back, pushing you hard onto the table and fingered you fast, curling the fingers in just the perfect way, obscene sounds of your juices filled the kitchen. You screamed his name, so close to ecstasy you almost saw stars, and then, just as he felt your muscles clenching, he pulled out. He didn’t give you any time to catch breath, he spanked your ass once more, even harder if it was possible, then spanked one of your thighs, then another, and when he hit your pussy you were shamelessly close to orgasm that he once again denied. Just before you wanted to beg him for it, his fingers were again deep inside your pussy, followed by another finger in your ass. You squirmed when he started fiercely pumping into your holes, but he wasn’t done. He kneeled again and his tongue landed on your clit, circling it and swirling on it, overstimulation made you cry, tears were running down your cheeks, the only words you remembered were Draco and please! Pleasure was more than you’ve felt through your entire life.

“Don’t you dare to come,” he ordered, sound of his voice echoed through your body.

“Please– please! I have to come!” You cried and cried, but he was saying one word and one word only. No.

Your legs were trembling, the cells of your body tried to explode, held together only by your strong will. Denial almost physically hurt, your nails were digging into cupcakes you just made, now completely ruined, and just when you really, really couldn’t hold it, you heard it.

“Come for me.”

Orgasm hit you like a bomb, you felt like a human explosion when pleasure attacked your body, pure ecstasy escaped your lips through screams and moans, stars shone behind your closed eyelids and Draco’s voice was the only thing echoing through it when he pulled away.

“Well look at the mess you’ve done.”

[masterfuldoodler]

Hello!!! I just binged your KH role swap AU. Love it so much!!! Do you mind if you explain more of the plot? Thank you so much!!!

Thanks, I'm glad you're intrigued! It's been a hot (long) minute since I've done anything for this au. Been kinda thinking about it at random but done nothing much. Anyway, I got this ask and it shot through my dusty role swap au compartment of my brain and yeah! So ok I've been thinking about it now and here lemme try and explain some stuff for you. Now that I have finished more KH I uh understand how confusing this au plot is, so sorry xD

To start off here's an old explanation of sorts. And dear I hope this doesn't get too long and boring lol

Okie dokie. When I had the idea for the au it was built around two thoughts. First one being: what if Sora had a sibling and how would that effect things? So (oh no lore deep dive) first I tried giving him a sister, (I say I did this, but actually it was Meadow and I was pleased by it. But for simplicity I'm taking all blame. Just know she did the smart stuff) and it didn't fit in with how the plot went and I realized I needed to majorly shift things around. Time passes like sand through our fingers and a month later my sister and I have made up some headcanons and I'm thinking about this au again.

Oh no anon I just realized I'm not answering you're question sorry let me focus.

Okay so the second thought that was super big to forming this au was really inspired by the soranort thing. What would it take to break Sora? Would he ever get to a point and give up? So yeah that's the idea. Let's give Sora a brother and break Sora and see if he turns evil. Sound fun? Yeah!

As the details fell out it definitely looked like a role swap au so that's how it be folks.

Anyway background ideas to know. The keyblade wielders are much bigger than in BBS, there's a guild with unions and many masters. It's basically how we see it in Dark Road, but kinda disintegrated. Xehanort was banished for shady acts, and Eraqus left because dRamA. In this au universe mess Sora is an orphan and was adopted by a keyblade wielder couple. Sora grew up with his bro Caelum hopping around the different worlds with their parents. Often left alone because they're really busy wielders and this is kh and adult super vision doesn't exist. So these two boys are just living their whole lives waiting for the day they get to go be wielders too!

The whole plot starts when Caelum is old enough to start his training and he goes off their parents and Sora is left alone to kinda work through that. It's a mess and he doesn't handle it well and he's alone, and Xehanort comes a'knocking. Sora believes his lies (think similar situation to Terra) and joins his organization. Caelum later gets permission to go pick up Sora and have him train with him, but Sora is missing. Drama happens and it's fun. Riku has the Kingdom Key :D he makes friends with Caelum and Kairi. Saves the world. Gets into cool fights with Sora ;)

So there it is. It's basically just that idea that I tried to stretch out more. Tbh I'm not sure if I explained anything better so go ahead and ask again if I didn't. It's all a mess in my head so sorting it out is like, oh well that's a given lol

Thanks for the ask! Sorry for taking so long to reply but I hope you like this and maybe it explains some things! I can always go into more detail about one aspect if you want. I didn't wanna give ya a whopper post dsfhh

[redwinterroses]

Hey Red? Hey Red? So I read Gold and I guess you could say I'm a TINY BIT INTERESTED AND INVESTED

It's so well written that I don't think I'm really left with any questions (just wanting to wait to see the story unfold) but there is one thing I'm interested to know as a non-Empires-watcher. How much of the mechanics of the fic is canon to the series? I have no idea how heavily modded they are or anything like that, so out of Gem's magic, the different elytra types, the modified mobs, the storm, etc...how much of that is the brainchild of your coauthor and you? I'm finding all of those things VERY funky and cool as well as the injury/healing mechanics (does natural regen work at all?) and I'm really curious about the thought process!

Heh. Um.

Okay. so. XD

Empires is mostly vanilla. They've got some mods -- like they've got items similar to what the hermits have been doing with hats and stuff, only the Empires peeps have mainly used it to fancify their weapons, tools, armor, and elytra. So the different elytra types is technically canon, yeah. (Scott's are white wings with gold edging, so I Have Declared that Scott Smajor is now a winged cc along with Grian and Philza and no one can take this from me, lol)

(Basically Scott has wings that grow from his actual body, everyone else wears handwavium magic elytra. fWhip is a tinkerer in-universe, so we made his mechanical. Gem's a wizard so hers are more magic-y... but none of them are ever described in detail. Like I said: handwavium.)

I don't think we had any modded mobs? Just that Xornoth can summon them in, which is a thing (Xornoth is played in the server by a player with creative mode, so he can tp and summon mobs and bestow effects and all sorts of nonsense. Ya know. Demon powers.) The only semi-weird ones we've featured have been the skeleton horsemen, which are rare, but vanilla. Oh, and Gem's magic is pure RP translating into our fic-world where she really does have magic.

As for the storm -- we've Made It Atmospheric, but the server does have weather turned off (they're all builders and didn't want to deal with snow lololol) BUT they have a mod installed that allows them to summon thunderstorms (I think it's called Thunder Shrine? haven't ever looked into it.) When Xornoth turns up, several times he has announced his presence by summoning a storm. Pixlriffs, the Copper King, also sometimes summons storms, which will come into play later, but we wanted there to be a difference, so Xornoth's storms get the coloring and horrible-terrible-no-goodness of his red/nether-themed corruption, while Pix's will be "normal" storms.

As for the injury/healing stuff -- we're going more traditional real-world with most of that. Natural regen isn't really a thing, but healing potions are. Respawn also works, but (slight spoilers:) Xornoth has Messed With the way respawn works (it'll be explained in-universe, but we wanted to give a bit more weight to mortal wounds) and as the fic goes on, permadeath becomes more and more of a threat.

I think that answers your questions? Hopefully? the tl;dr version is that Empires is mostly Vanilla but our fic Makes It Fancy, lol.

Also: YAY I am so glad you're interested and invested in it!! That means a lot, especially since you are not an Empires-viewer. <3 I hope you continue to enjoy!

[thedeathdeelers]

anyway so i finally finished another Juke drabble (at 12:45am on a Tuesday when I have to be up for work in 5 hours lols) based on the word prompt “Dancing” sent in by @nervousmiracletrash

the word mostly just inspired the idea for this fic - but ya. still counts :) enjoy!

(also this fic refers to a movie about a friendly ghost from 1995, so i hope it still makes sense to you even if you haven’t seen it)

Now also up on my AO3

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childhood crushes

“So you’re sure it’s in one of these?”

Julie’s eyes remained focused on the notebook balanced on her knee, skimming through the never ending lines of poems and lyrics covering every page as she answered Luke.

“Yes! I swear, I remember working on something similar with my mom a few years before she- A few years ago. If we can find it, we won’t have to start from scratch.”

Feeling a little stiff, Julie leaned back, her eyes never leaving the pages, as she rested against the foot of her bed, stretching her legs out in front of her. They had been sitting on her bedroom floor all morning, surrounded by piles of scattered old notebooks of varying colours.

“I know, but we’ve been up here for ages and we haven’t even taken any breaks yet.” She could almost hear Luke’s pout as he continued, sitting cross legged and leaning against her closet door. “I’m nearly done with my stack. Maybe we should just consider focusing on one of our other songs for now? Come back to this one later?”

Julie shook her head as she looked up, her eyes needing a second to readjust.

“I’m telling you Luke, we’ll find it. I won’t be able to work on anything else unless I get this melody out of my head. I know I can find the lyrics. They’re definitely here. Plus we’ve pretty much gone through the majority of my notebooks - there’s barely a few left. We’ll be done before it’s time to head down for band rehearsal, chill.”

Without waiting for a reply, Julie lowered her gaze back down, quickly finding her spot on the page she was in and resuming her search. Luke shook his head at the stubborn girl sitting across from him, a small smile touching his lips. He knew there was no point in arguing with a Julie that had already set her mind to something. Adjusting his sitting position to avoid cramping (who knew ghosts still had to deal with pins and needles, eh?), he dived back into the book in his lap.

It stayed quiet for a while after that, only sounds of paper crinkling under fingers, and soft whispers of words being spoken disturbing the peace.

That is, until disaster struck.

“Uh, Jules, why does this notebook have “Julie hearts Casper” written all over it?”

Julie was so focused on the poem she was reading, that Luke’s words took a few good seconds to fully sink in. But when they did, her head snapped up while her heart sank, the blood draining from her face. It would have been funny if she wasn’t the one panicking right now. Her eyes, now as wide as saucers, zeroed in on the offending journal, balanced on Luke’s left knee. She had completely forgotten about that.

“It’s nothing! Nothing just a- a- a pet’s name! Yes! We had a dog named uh Casper and I really loved him.”

She scrambled up, the notebook she had been so focused on only a few moments ago hitting the floor with a soft thud. She quickly reached Luke’s side, swiping the journal off his knee and out of his reach.

“I thought you guys never had any pets? What with your dad’s allergies?”

Julie froze on her way back to her spot by her bed, having completely forgotten that her dad, who she’s literally known her whole life, was allergic to dogs. Trust Luke to remember that tiny, throwaway detail, but completely “forget” that her dream box was out of bounds.

She slowly resumed her half hop trek to her spot, avoiding the minefield of papers and journals, making sure Luke couldn’t see her face for as long as possible. Her mind, on the other hand, was busy hastily trying to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Yeah, we uh- we had Casper for a week before we found out Dad was allergic. Had to give him away after that.” Julie held the journal tight against her chest as she turned back around to face Luke now that she was at a safe distance.

Luke’s eyebrows lifted, disappearing under his beanie. The disbelief on his face was palpable. He could always see straight through her.

“So you’re telling me that your dad didn’t know he was allergic to dogs until he was in his thirties?”

“He was still in his late twenties, thank you very much!”

“Jules, you know that’s not my point.”

“The point is we had a dog, I loved him very much and then he was gone. It was a sad time, can we just move on?”

He was still looking at her sceptically, but nodded his head regardless, diverting his attention to the dwindling pile of notebooks yet to be explored, spread out on the floor next to him.

Julie was just glad Luke hadn’t noticed the little ghost doodles decorating the spine of the notebook. She plopped back onto the floor, sneakily pushing the accursed nightmare under her bed.

It was only half an hour later however, just as her heart had finally reached a normal tempo, when Luke spoke up again.

“So, Casper huh? You guys really named a dog after a ghost?”

Trying hard not to groan out loud, Julie forced her features to adapt a natural expression, before lifting her face towards her band mate.

“Yes. Mom had just introduced me to the movie, and the name was still fresh in my mind.” She could see that he was still not buying her story, but there was nothing she could do. She was definitely not about to spill the truth to him.

Luke scratched his head, his beanie shifting with the movement.

“I see. So the little ghost doodles down the side there, have nothing to do with the actual friendly ghost? The one from the Casper movie released in the summer of 1995?” He was pointing in the general direction of where she had thought she had managed to carefully dispose of the journal. Apparently not.

Julie could feel her cheeks getting warmer, and curse it all, Luke had definitely noticed. That damn smirk.

“Not to mention the ghost painted on the back pocket of your favourite pair of jeans.”

She threw her head back, bouncing slightly against her mattress as her hands flew up to hide her warm face. Luke chuckled.

“Fine! This is mortifying, but fine! I had a crush on Casper as a kid, okay? Happy?” Her voice came out muffled, her palms pressing hard against the horrified expression taking centre stage.

But not even a few seconds later, did she feel hands wrapping themselves around her wrists and pulling her fingers away from her face. She hadn’t even heard him move. She kept her eyes closed, scrunching her eyelids together as tightly as she could. Maybe if she thought of it hard enough, her carpeted flooring would eventually swallow her up?

“So, you had a thing for ghosts, huh?”

She could hear the barely suppressed glee in his voice, making her eyes pop open in disbelief.

“Ugh! This is why I don’t tell you everything!” Now that her eyes were open, she didn’t know where to look. Maybe over his left shoulder?

A soft chuckle made its way out of his mouth.

“Aw, come on Julie! This is actually pretty cute. Kinda feels like fate, huh?”

“Really?” She deadpanned. Her eyes diverted to his face of their own accord.

“I mean, he’s a ghost from a movie from the 90s, the girl has the hots for him even though he’s clearly dead...I’m getting similar vibes here.”

“He was just a floating orb!”

He tried to cut her off with a sly “As opposed to cute air?” But she continued speaking over him, wanting to defend her old childhood crush.

“It was an emotional connection. A deep connection, exploring different emotions and representations of love, resulting in some pretty iconic lines and moments in the movie.” She sounded a little hysterical, a little ridiculous. But the whole situation she currently found herself in was ridiculous in and of itself, so there really wasn’t much pride left for her to hold onto anymore.

Luke hummed at her reply, his eyes brimming with humour.

“Thought about it a lot, have you?”

“Ugh! You’re impossible. Fine. You might as well know. It was my favourite movie for a long time. I’d watch it whenever I was having a bad day or whatever.” She shrugged, casting her eyes downwards towards her lap where their hands lay; his fingers still locked around her wrists. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Was?”

“Yeah, well...It started hitting too close to home a few years ago so I just.. stopped.”

Understanding dawned on him, as she felt more than saw, the energy leave him in one fell swoop. She chanced another look at his eyes, and saw that the humour previously taken up residence had now shifted to something softer.

“Julie I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that, I-“

“No, no Luke really. It’s fine. I’m okay now. I haven’t felt the need to watch any comfort movies or shows lately anyway. Maybe I’ll even revisit it sometime soon, who knows. See it with a fresh set of eyes.” She gave him a small smile as she tilted her head to the side. “Honestly, don’t worry about it.” After a beat of silence, Julie grasped at the chance to steer the conversation away from anymore embarrassing questions.

“Do you think we could stop looking through these for now? I’m getting hungry, and it’s nearly time for practice so...” She gestured towards the mess on her floor.

“Yeah, of course.” Luke looked at her for another second, checking that she really was okay, before letting go of her wrists and jumping up. He then extended his hand down to her, waiting to pull her up with him.

As she got up, she couldn’t help but appreciate how sensitive Luke could be when it came to her feelings. She reached up on her tiptoes, and sneaked a quick peck on his cheek, before pulling him along with her, leaving the mess of notebooks (and hopefully that whole topic of conversation) behind them.

A few days had passed, and Luke hadn’t brought up the movie again. She had assumed he had forgotten, or at least accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to get much more out of her concerning that topic. Or maybe he even felt bad. But then a week later, while Julie was sat in the studio on her own (a rare occurrence), she was proven wrong.

She was sat on one of the armchairs, scribbling away furiously in their songbook, inspiration having finally struck. She was so focused, her hands gliding through the page as she hurried to get every word down, that she barely glanced at Luke when he popped into existence to her right.

She didn’t even notice when he moved to stand in front of her, knees nearly knocking into hers.

“Okay! So I finally figured out the second vers-“ Julie looked up, stopping mid-sentence as she finally took in the sight of the boy standing in front of her.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Luke? Why are you dressed like that?”

“Humour me, Julie. Dance with me?”

The fact that there was no music currently playing was on the tip of her tongue, but Julie held back. She takes a few seconds to reply though, too busy drinking in the sight in front of her. He had his hand outstretched towards her, dressed in black pants and a white dress-shirt. She was hyper aware of the fact that he was dressed in the near exact way she had imagined him during her imaginary Perfect Harmony routine. The only difference was his hair - but she had to concede to the fact that he looked better this way. It was 100% Luke, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Putting her notebook with the pencil tucked inside on the coffee table to her right, she reaches over towards Luke, taking his proffered hand.

He pulls her up, just like he did in her bedroom the other day, and guides her to the centre of the studio. They stand there, staring at each other for a few seconds before a song starts playing on the old garage stereo - the same one that had brought them, him , to her in the first place.

every now and then,

we find a special friend,

who never lets us down

who understands it all

reaches out each time we fall

you’re the best friend that i’ve found

I know you can’t stay,

a part of you will never ever go away,

your heart will stay

Luke reaches over to grab her other hand, lifting both up to his shoulders. Once settled, he lets go and finds her waist, pulling her in a little closer. Following his lead, Julie wraps her arms around his neck, her eyes focused solely on his. She listens to the song that is playing, gently swaying from side to side with the boy in her arms.

She cocks her head to the side as she tries to figure out why the melody and words sounded so familiar to her.

“This song sounds so familiar? Like I’ve heard it so many times but I just can’t place...” As her sentence dies on her lips, a small gasp is heard escaping her. Julie’s eyes widen as memories of her younger self listening to this song and swaying along in her mother’s arms flood her mind.

cAll the while, Luke’s eyes are intent on hers, reading her reactions. His hands resting on her hips, slide past her hips towards her lower back, his arms fully wrapping themselves around her, pulling her closer to his chest.

“You didn’t!” Her eyes still wide, still unbelieving.

“I figured of all the things I could actually accomplish as a ghost, any childhood dreams you might have had - this might actually be it.” He shrugged, his shoulders moving under her hands. His grin turned boyish. “Plus I didn’t like the idea of another ghost having a hold on your heart.”

Julie has to try hard to focus on the questions she wanted answered, and not on his sweet confessions.

“But- I assumed you guys never got to watch the movie? It came out around the time you were too focused on the band and the gigs, and then...” She let the rest of her sentence trail off, never too comfortable mentioning their early demise.

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She felt his shoulders shift up and down again. He shook his head at her as he continued. “I gotta say Jules, you really know how to pick ‘em.” She could see the mirth brimming in his eyes, his lips twitching as he tried to keep his amusement under control.

Julie’s eyes narrowed at him, even as she tried to keep her own smile from forming on her lips.

“Girls are all about that star crossed lovers’ life. Add in a dash of supernatural? Absolute dream.” She moved her hand, gesturing wildly to convey her (ridiculous, but secretly truthful) point.

Luke chuckled at that, the laughter finally spilling out of him.

“Lucky for me then, eh?”

Julie’s eyes softened, her mouth curling into that special smile she only ever reserved for him. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his.

“Who said I wasn’t the lucky one?”

They stayed that way for a few seconds, still moving slowly from side to side as they stared at each other. They were so close they were breathing the same air. And just when Julie was about to close the distance, Luke shifted, tracing his lips across her cheek, her jaw, until they hovered by her ear, warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

And then he whispered to her the four words she had been dreaming of hearing ever since she was a little girl.

“Can I keep you?”

FIN

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou Series |

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A\N: Part 5!!!! Lajauwjshwisjsusjs lol

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc three-slide one: Kageyama Y/N 🤍

You hummed quietly as you grabbed your books from your locker. Completely unaware of the boy behind you. “Hi Kageyama.” You heard a whisper in your ear. You jumped and put a hand over you chest. “Jesus, Miya.” You sigh but quickly push that aside. “I wanted to see who stole my boy Suna’s heart.” Atsumu gave a closed eye smile.

You blushed and looked away as the twin stared down at you. “You’re so much cuter than how Suna described you, ya know.” He said and you covered your face in embarrassment but your ears gave it all away due to your neatly kept ponytail. Atsumu thought it was so funny and cute how flustered you got with such little words. “Thanks i guess, is there anything I can help you with?” You asked. “You’re working on that project with Suna during lunch right?” He asked and you nodded.

“Darn.” He snapped his fingers and put his hand on his hip. He seemed to be in deep thought. “I need help with chemistry so I was wondering if you could help me study for an upcoming exam.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “I’d be more than happy to help you out, Miya. But you have practice before and after school, and I’m booked during lunch because of the project.” You frowned.

“I know.” He sighed, “Guess I’ll try to ask ‘samu but he yells and I don’t like the way he teaches.” He whined. You fiddled with your fingers not knowing what to say, I mean you wanna help him out. If he fails his test he won’t be able to play volleyball and you don’t want that. “I-if you want...I can tutor you after practice for a bit...” you spoke up completely unaware of your fox like boyfriend towering behind you. “Tutor for what?” You heard and long arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Suna rested his chin on your head and gave pissy hair a glare.

“Rin—I thought we agreed on no PDA...” your face was flushed red. “But princess, how am I supposed to show players like ‘Tsumu that you’re my girlfriend.” It sounded more like a statement than a question. “He just needs a tutor for chemistry..” you answered honestly. “Is that so..? Can I join the study party too? I’m not doing so hot in chemistry as well.” Suna admitted and you turned your head to look at him. “I don’t see why not..” you told him.

Before you knew it his hand grabbed your chin and he stole your lips into a kiss. You kissed back but quickly pulled away because you were at school and now everyone was looking at you three. You looked back at Atsumu and his eye twitched when he looked at your boyfriend.

“So today after practice is fine?” You asked and they both looked down at you and nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you both later.” You said simply and pulled away from Suna’s grasp. You closed your locker with your needed books in hand and you walked away. You head was down and your books covered your face to hide your blush.

“Bitch what was that?!” You friend whisper yelled and shook your shoulder. You looked at her and shook your head, “I honestly don’t know.” You said. “Are you dating, Suna?” She asked and you nodded. “Eeeep! I need details later okay?” She asked with a wink and you hesitantly nodded. “Bye bye!” She waved and you waved back to head to your first class.

You shared a class with Suna so when he sat next to you to pair up for the project again everyone was looking at your every move. Almost everyone saw what went down by your locker and Suna didn’t seem like the type to do something so bold. Let alone with the top student of the class. Word spreaded around fast like wildfire and Suna was satisfied. All that PDA that went down in the morning was forgotten in his mind and he never touched you for the rest of the day.

You were originally going to go to the library after school to wait for the boys but Atsumu persistently asked if you could come see their practice. You eventually agreed and wondered When was the last time you’ve been on a volleyball court.

Atsumu was chatting your ear away about how good of a setter he was and he started explaining what a setter is and you tried not to laugh because you know how volleyball works and not only were you a good setter in middle school but your cousin is an amazing setter as well.

But he seemed so happy you didn’t want to burst his bubble. “Well well well, who do we have here?” You heard and turned around. “‘Samu! Look isn’t Suna’s girlfriend cute!~” Atsumu patted your head and you removed his hand. “She’s so adorable I just wanna gobble her up.” He gave a smirk to Suna’s way and they both shot daggers at one another. You stood in between them completely oblivious to their fighting and you gave a slight bow to Osamu. “Nice to meet you. Rin has told me a lot about you. It’s nice to know he has a good friend.” You smiled softly.

Osamu coughed and looked away,

Why are you so fucking cute?!

Suna really did get such a cute girlfriend. “It’s nice to meet you too, please take care of Suna and my idiot brother since he told me you would tutor him today.” He said and you nodded. “Whatever, we’re gonna be late. Y/N, wait by the gym entrance for our captain, Kita or the coach.” Suna said and you nodded. He gave you a small smile and he walked away to the club room with the twins following behind him.

The coach arrived first and asked who you were and you explained that you would be tutoring Suna and Atsumu after practice. You apologized for barging in but he shook his head and said that it was fine.

“If you don’t have anything to do, do you mind helping me out with a few things while they practice?” He asked and you shook your head. “I don’t mind what do you need help with?” You asked. He gave you several tasks such as a small inventory in the storage area, filling up the water bottles and getting the colored vests ready for a practice match. You were honestly buzzing with excitement, you haven’t seen a volleyball game so up close in ages. Even if it was simply a practice match. You managed to meet the rear of Inarizaki’s volleyball team and Kita was very kind to you and it made you wish he was your older brother.

You helped out the coach more by taking a few notes for him as he talked and you thanked god you were such a fast note taker because you managed to get every single word down. Everyone on the team especially the twins and your boyfriend noticed how good and natural you worked around the court. “Suna ask her to be team manager.” Osamu nudged him. “Hell no.” He shook his head. He sees you enough during class, and in all honesty he doesn’t wanna actually catch feelings for you. You were naturally sweet and he didn’t want to feel more like a piece of shit.

“Why does Suna have to ask her?” Ojiro asked, by this time everyone turned to look at the three second years and Atsumu spoke up with a smirk. “She’s Suna’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?!” They all repeated in shock.

“What the fuck does she see in you anyways? Poor girl must be blind.” Hitoshi said which lowkey pissed off your boyfriend. “Nah he’s more like her Prince Charming because he was so romantic on their first date.” Atsumu teased which caused Suna’s ears to turn red. “That’s hard to believe.” One of their teammates spoke up. “Either way I think, Kageyama is doing a good job. If he won’t ask her, I will.” Kita said seriously and the three second years gulped.

The gym doors opened and the team they would be up against arrived.

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