#not an everyday gender I would use but a good one nonetheless

[badolmen]

Dressing femme goth but w my binder = gender of the week

[yaksha-lover]

i’m obsessed with the thought of vil falling for someone who’s ugly. especially if it’s a forced proximity trope. triple points if it’s enemies to lovers!

there’s just something about a guy obsessed with beauty is shown that beauty doesn’t equal to value that melts me

omg i actually was obsessed with this concept a few months ago and i wrote a very short unfinished drabble (set in medieval au) about knight!vil falling for ‘ugly’ knight!reader but i didn’t think anyone would want to read about an ‘ugly’ reader 😭😭

i definitely agree tho the concept is so perfect for vil imo. like the idea of this guy who’s so fixated and obsessed with beauty (especially one who’s potentially been told that much of his worth lies in his looks) who ends up falling for someone very unconventional completely unintentionally. like theres’s a whole internal struggle in him that he doesn’t want to fall in love with this person. they’re an enemy, and unattractive at that.

but then he just can’t help but falling in love with their character; when they give hope to him and represent a goodness that he’d lost. someone who is called ugly and unwanted everyday by the world and manages to keep their head held high even if tears are pouring down their cheeks.

i think that’s a quality he’d admire a lot; kindness even when the world has been unkind. he wants to be good like that too. in a way, you’re like a mirror of the kind of goodness he wants to see in himself. you’re made fun of and put down at every turn and yet you do not let that stop you from being nice. whenever someone mocks vil, he can’t let it go, he can’t let himself be kind because it hurts and that’s the only protection he’s found.

also the idea of consciously thinking someone is unattractive but unconsciously starting to notice their eyes and lips and desire settling in- help-

unfinished drabble under the cut 👉👈 (also its fem reader bc i think medieval gender roles and the idea of ‘ugly’ woman x hot man couple is kind of important to the theme lol - aka this is just jaime x brienne rewritten but anyway-)

Vil truly believed you were ugly when he first met you. He almost never truly meant the term, but in this case, it was appropriate. Most everyone you encountered agreed. He could tell by how you’d stayed stone-faced at his cruel taunts, apparently used to it. Your features were just a bit too extreme, too out of place, too different. He’d used your appearance against you, scratching at every insecurity you’d thought of and probably some you hadn’t. Still, you hadn’t gotten angry as he’d hoped. You didn’t seek to harm him, even when he knew he’d struck a sore spot.

He persevered, but you’d never given in, despite his hopes that you would become blinded enough by anger and pain to give him a chance to escape. He admired you, in a way. It seemed as though life had beaten you down long before he’d come along, but a hardened rock had emerged from the erosion.

Sometimes his words would cut too deep for you to ignore. You never did anything rash, to his dismay, but he could tell they affected you. He didn’t feel bad; why should he? He was your hostage, and you his captor. Even if you were performing your duty, you were getting in the way of his own responsibilities, his life.

Vil was surprised to learn that you were a high-born like himself. Well, not exactly born to a family of his status and wealth, but a high-born nonetheless. He’d realized that he should’ve been addressing you with your Lady title, but you’d fought at soon as he’d tried.

No matter my origin, you know that no man sees me as a lady, Sir Vil.

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They came, and they cut off his hair. One of them taunted him for being a beautiful husk. So they’d cut a deep gash across his face. Now your outside matches your inside, ‘Sir’, they’d mocked.

Vil had wished they’d cut off his head instead.

Later, after you’d managed to convince them to let you treat his wounds, he’d bemoaned to you.

Now we’re both grotesque, he’d said, a pair of freaks.

You’re not ugly, you just have a scar, you’d replied. You turned away from your task to face him. You’ll never know what it means to be ugly.

Even with his bitter remarks, you treated his wounds all the same. When he was too afraid to face himself in the reflection of the lake, you’d been the one to peel away his bandages and force him to look.

See, you’d said, not a monster, just a man.

He’d wondered if you were an angel at that moment, a saint. Or maybe you were a witch destined to lead him astray. He hadn’t really cared either way.

[dreamyy]

Request for honkai star rail

I was wondering if you could do relationship headcannons for Dan Heng? Preferably gender neutral or female reader you can choose. Just how he would act in a relationship. If you dont feel comfortable doing this, feel free to ignore this, but do make sure to take care of yourself!

Don’t worry, thank you so much! Since I’m not fully involved in HSR it might not be amazing but I’ll try my best! Sorry if there aren’t that many, as I’ve stated before I don’t know much about HSR!

Dan Heng relationship headcannons

GN!Reader x Dan Heng

Dan Heng who comes into your room at night under the guise of nightmares. It is true that sometimes, he doesn’t in fact have nightmares but other times he is yearning to be near you. You don’t mind, you love him and you also like it when he comes over anyways. (it just so happens that you crave his presence just the same as he does yours.

Dan Heng who sneaks into March’s room when no one’s around to look at her Polaroid photos, specifically of you.

Dan Heng who send you good morning and good night texts. (When the others found out they wouldn’t stop teasing him about it) and when he’s out on an adventure he leaves you a little text every few hours letting you know that he’s alright. You don’t need the texts to know that he’s fine but you still appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

Dan Heng who wakes up everyday pinching himself whenever you respond to his texts or whenever he saw you.

Dan Heng who loves reading together, whether you’re reading your own book or one that he recommended doesn’t matter, you cuddling up to him while you both read together is his heaven.

Dan Heng who looks at you when you’re looking away to admire you.

Dan Heng who brings you out of the express to explore a new region (after he’s checked for any dangers) and who acts like your own personal bodyguard when walking around.

Dan Heng who is not used to physical touch but still tries for you.

Dan Heng who holds your hand whenever no one else is looking (only to improve, not because he wants to touch you… right?)

Dan Heng who smiles when you hang out with the little children of his village, well, other than high elder mk2000.

Dan Heng who pouts from the sidelines when you make a story about ‘cold dragon young’ with high elder mk2000. Why role play with a child when you have him?

Dan Heng who acts cold and distant but everyone knows that he is head over heels for you and so are you. There’s no hiding it anyways.

[haileyywrites]

hi!! how are you? i adore your writing and i was wondering if you could please write a bit of fluff! in which the reader gets overwhelmed and starts crying because their boyfriend is too sweet, nice, caring and cute. with anyone from genshin of your choice!

Summary: You become overwhelmed and cry from your boyfriend being too sweet, nice, caring and cute!

Pairings: Kaveh x Gn!reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral and not described in any way! Poc friendly! Just pure fluff! Reader cries but it's sweet and fluffy! Possible grammar errors!

You had always known Kaveh to be an incredibly kind human being; from the very first moment you met. Someone had rudely bumped into you which caused your items to fall from your hands, the person didn't even bother apologizing before continuing on their way. Kaveh happened to see the interaction and rushed over to help you - he even tried shouting after the person to apologize to you, but they didn't listen.

You appreciated the effort and his kindness nonetheless; he even offered to buy you some food to cheer you up! Though you protested against it, he managed to win you over in the end and he took you to a nice nearby cafe. You could see him eyeing at the prices with worried eyes and a strained smile, you could obviously tell he had some financial problems making his kind offer even more touching. You decided to order the cheapest item you liked and spent the afternoon with him just talking, god you could talk for hours with him!

Falling for Kaveh was the easiest thing you did in your life, but sometimes you wondered how it is you managed to get with him? With his looks and heart of gold you would think him to be more popular with suitors all over him; but no. The people in the Academia you understood as they were usually solely focused in their research, but he was so kind to everyone! Excluding his roommate whom he talked to you about, but didn't let you meet. Somehow Kaveh was a simple rock with gems hidden within, but others didn't seem to look deep enough to get to know him.

He may have not been that good with money, but he always finds other ways to treat you. One of his favorite things to do together is to go for a walk outside of Sumeru city and go sightseeing with you; he always finds the best spots too! Whether you're a morning person who he would go watch the sunrise with or a night owl who preferred the sunset, he will do whatever to make you happy. Seeing you be happy makes him beyond happy and it absolutely melts your heart!

There were many times in the past that almost caused you to burst into tears from him being too kind and sweet or too cute for you to handle! His tendency to draw in animals was strange, but so incredibly adorable. Stray cats would show up whenever you were sitting around and dogs would run up to greet you two - even birds would come closer to him than anyone else! Seeing him give in and pet or play with them was beyond cute!

He was also always so sweet and caring, he would never forget things you liked or cared about! If you needed space when upset he would give it to you; but if you wanted comfort he would be there in an instant with food or snacks he knew you loved. His kindness was also a bit of a flaw as he didn't want to think people would be terrible enough to use charity as a cash grab - which is why he often fell for them. This especially made you upset, but it didn't make you cry like today did.

Seeing the sky becoming darker and darker as your shift was beginning to end worried you, you had neglected to bring an umbrella as it had been clear all day before now. You would have to make your way to the other side of the city while getting completely soaked from the rain; not an ideal scenario. You though about staying until the rain stopped, but you had made plans with Kaveh today right after work and hated the thought of leaving him to wait for you without warning.

You sighed heavily as you changed back into your everyday clothes and prepared yourself for the downpour waiting for you outside, you said a quick goodbye to your colleague before heading for the door with a sad expression. The rain was as heavy as a shower or a bucket of water that was being emptied over you, you shivered as the cold outside air made contact with your skin. This was just your luck...

Out in the rain you could see a figure running full speed towards you, you wondered what kind of maniac was outside in this weather - until you recognized him. It was Kaveh! He held a red umbrella to shield him from the rain and wore a jacket that he usually didn't; it was one of your favorite clothing that he owned, but it was usually only on him during colder days like today. Seeing you he ran faster and almost bumped into you as he came to a halt!

“Thank the Archon's! I'm so glad I cought you before you left!” He said with a relieved smile.

“You came to get me?” You asked in a surprised tone.

He nodded his head as he handed you the umbrella he was holding and stripped off the jacket he was wearing; which he quickly handed to you. He had specifically brought it for you...

“Of course! I thought you probably didn't think to bring an umbrella with you today, so I couldn't possibly let you walk home and get yourself sick from this weather!” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kaveh helpped you put on his jacket before smiling proudly when seeing you in his clothing; it was warm and smelled like him, the fabric was also incredibly comfortable. Everything about it made you feel so incredibly touched... The fact that he came to get you to make sure you didn't get soaked from the rain to bringing you his jacket and looking so proud when you wore it. You couldn't help, but to burst into tears from the sheer kindness and sweetness - the love and thoughtfulness.

Seeing you cry made Kaveh panic and instantly ask if you were okay, he asked if he did something that made you upset and if there was anything he could do to help you while still keeping the umbrella over you to cover you from the rain. It probably made you cry harder seeing him be so frantic and stumble over himself trying to calm you down - he was too cute for his own good! He was just too kind and caring of a human being that it was bound to make you burst into tears one day.

“I'm sorry, you're just too sweet!” You sobbed.

“Wha... What?” Kaveh asked in confusion.

“You're so sweet and kind! It's making me feel so loved!” You cried louder.

“Honey, I don't know what to say...” Kaveh laughed lightly while looking a bit bashful.

“You're also too cute!” You covered your eyes with your hands and continued to cry.

Kaveh stepped closer and pulled you in for tight hug, his hand was wrapped around your back, while the other was steadily holding his umbrella over you both. He let you cry your fill against his shoulder; with his hand running up and down along your back in a comforting manner. By the time you were finished crying rain had calmed down a bit to a pleasant soft shower.

Kaveh let go of you gently and wiped away the remaining tear stains from your cheeks, you both lightly laughed about the situation. Being this close you noticed how his eyes sparkled with so much love that you couldn't help, but lean in for a short yet sweet kiss. After you separated Kaveh held up the umbrella between you and encouraged you to place your hand over his; not only to adjust the umbrella so that it was comfortable for you, but also to hold your hand as he walked you home.

A/N: Hii, I'm doing well and thank you for asking Anon <3 Hope you're doing well too; remember to stay hydrated! Thank you so much for the request btw, your words are so kind! I really hoped you liked this, but if you didn't feel free to request again ^-^ I spent a lot of timing thinking which character to pick, but in the end Kaveh felt like the obvious choice lol I will soon be posting request rules - incase you or anyone else would like to request something in the future!

[Feel free to like, comment and or reblog! Any interaction with this post is greatly appreciated <3]

[prettycutebunny]

A place you call home

Michael myers x reader

Warning: fluff, that’s it fluff

Reader gender is never specified so I’d like to tag it as gn reader, if I fucked it up lemme know I’m not good at it ^^”

Gift for: @unnerving-presence

The piles in the different bags were heavy, yet your footsteps were light. The colder the weather, the less human interaction is needed. Everyone wanted to go warm up and had minimum time for pleasantries.

Your Halloween decorations stood proudly on your house. Taking them off was too much of a trouble and you didn’t care for Christmas that much anyway. You’ve had so much carving the pumpkins and picking the skeletons, so you’ll leave them longer damnit.

The door creaked open before you touched it, making you giggle on the inside. Your man was impatient, and the hand that grabbed you inside proved your point. Being greeted by his body temperature after all the snow felt so nice.

His arms pulled you to him, and his scent filled your nose. He smelled like what home feels. Warm, sweet , and l spices somehow. How would anyone smell like spices ? You have no idea but you loved it either way.

Gripping the coveralls like your life depended on it, his masked lips touched your forehead in a makeshift kiss. Intimacy and romance were stranger to him, but he’s trying for your sake. His wordless actions screamed of love louder than words of affirmation did.

“I got you all the candies I could get my hands on, how about you sit by the fireplace and I start us some hot cocoa ?”

His face tilted as he seemed to be thinking, his eyes with their different shades of blue stared at you. Slowly letting your body go, he grabbed what’s in your hand and headed to the living room.

Whatever the previous owners of the house did to it, you appreciated it. You’ve heard stories about how it was abandoned for so long , how everything rotted away , and the couple before you died in it without having a chance to live in the domestic heven they created.

The kitchen was rather nice, just like the rest of the house. Starting with the milk , cocoa powder , sugar , and some marshmallows. He liked his extra sweet.

Many would call you downright crazy, but you believed him to be as sweet as his tooth. The gentleness masked from everyone else besides you is all you needed to simply stay. You know others would call it Stockholm syndrome , but it wasn’t like that at all.

You’re free to go wherever you like, he never kept you inside. You chose to, just like how you chose him. He had his flaws like every other person - even if they’re bloodier than the rest - but you didn’t have to stare at them everyday.

He’s trying his best to keep everything away, so your blissful life wouldn’t be affected by it. As far as you’re concerned, your partner leaves for a trip and returns after two to seven days. You appreciated his refusal to drag you into his world, just like how he appreciated you inviting him to yours.

Pouring the steaming drink to your cups, a smile was formed again on your face. Your matching mugs were an odd choice, but he would drink from his nonetheless. He always humored you with your romantic heart.

Walking slowly to not spill anything, he turned towards you. Half of his mask was pulled off his mouth so he can stuff the sugary treats in it. Biting your lips to hold a giggle, you place his drink in front of him and sat on his lap.

Sinking down on his welcoming body, one of his arms wrapped around your midsection so you’ll get even more comfortable than you already were. His other hand alternated between the treats and the drink.

Silence was always welcoming and comforting. The TV was under the fireplace, but you never felt the need to turn it on. As you drank your share, your eyes began to shut down.

You’re way too snug and cosy to go anywhere. The noises of him chewing created a repetitive pattern in your head. Your brain took it as a lullaby to send you to sleep.

Put the mug down, you turned your body around so you could hug his chest and bury your face in his neck. His smell filled you with more warmth as you drifted to sleep.

His hand supported your back, as his eyes watched your features with tenderness he never knew he had. His treat bag became empty, his free hand wiped his lips and chin. Lowering himself down to your face, his lips kissed your cheek.

The empty part of his chest was no more, his deadhard started working again. The coldness became warmth, the monochrome world danced with colors , and the empty feeling of loneliness was replaced with nothing but contentment and joy.

This place, that he kept going back to over and over craving this feeling again. It wasn’t the bricks , the paint , or even the wallpapers that satisfies though. It was a house, no matter how many times he returned to it. You made it a home.

You’re his home, a place that turns even the dirtiest and smallest corners into a loving embrace. Wherever you go, he will follow. You’re part of him as much as he is part of you. His one and only, his heven on earth.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Bootylicious

Stray Kids Bang Chan x Idol!Reader Summary: You're known as the gym rat in your group, and quite frankly, you only have two moods: shredding or chilling. This was why when you're not asleep in between schedules, you're spotted with a male idol you happened to meet in the gym you were at that day. It's a known fact though, that you and Bang Chan are gym buddies and each other's spotter. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Internet toxicity, sasaengs, vulgar language, sexism, misogyny, pining, fluff, mentions of Pentagon because why not <3, etc.

A/N: Girl, i shouldn't do this but I did. It's so funny to me someone requested this cause I have recently become an exercise junkie lol. Also, if you can't tell, there is a pov shift after the cut so yeah. I also wanted to keep the reader gender neutral but I want to write about how psychotically different people treat male and female idols because that stuff aint it. It's most definitely not what anon was expecting me to write but I hope they enjoy it nonetheless.

There's compilation in YT with growing parts centered around you flexing your physical fitness and prowess. It ranges from you affectionally touring your fans, which really meant the cameraman, through the gym, introducing your trainer, and doing your routine on camera, to your group (and others) both fawning and bragging about how strong and how hot you are.

CLIP #1: A scene from an interview of your group in Japan, struggling to talk about how you can do 40 straight push ups.

There was a male interviewer in a suit you could all faintly recognize was talking about your recent Instagram post of a gym mirror selfie.

One of your youngest members smirked and in broken Japanese, cutely said, "Wah, she does 100 push ups! Everyday, every night."

You snap your head to the maknae and raise your brows, "nani?" You begin to shake your hands in protest and begin to explain your truth, "absolutely not 100. Maybe around 40, but nooooo, not 100."

The interviewer and your group comically react in awe. The man in the suit urges, "can you show us?"

You give a face, "Excuse me, but I'm not getting paid to do that in this miniskirt."

Everyone, including the film crew, break into laughter.

CLIP #2: A scene from a variety show where you had to prove you were, in fact, yourself, by doing a shortened version of your exercise routine.

One of the hosts of the show asks, "Wait, do you honestly do all of this in your workout? Like you can do all of it?"

The list of your exercises were written on a colourful cardboard, held by the one who just spoke. It was a range of exercises in 10 sets, from jumping jacks to sit ups, to vague sounding exercises like crab pinches and robot arms.

You purse your lips at the last question asked of you, not really liking the tone in which it was asked. You answer quickly and nod proudly, "I actually do more, cause when I get in the zone and I'm already really sweaty, I feel like I should keep going until my whole body burns." You chuckle.

The older hosts, tilt their head and mutter lowly under their breath something along the lines of, "I'd rather die."

You finally do the routine, quickly, continuously, earning impressed reactions from everyone.

"That's hot," one of the hosts note.

"Ya, for some reason it looks easy to do."

The hosts begin to clamour at that statement, and force whoever said to do the exact thing you did. Clearly, they don't work out as much as you do and cannot even get halfway through it without stopping.

You break out into a breathless laugh in amusement of the comical attempt but then protest, explaining how bad it is to force yourself to do more than you can

CLIP #3: Pentagon, Hongseok especially, fawns over how fit you are

Trailing a conversation about how your group is close with Pentagon because your companies are situated closely to each other and you wind up eating together a lot, there is an anecdote about how there was a jar no one could open, no one but you, that is.

The interviewer asks no one in particular, "wah, none of you could open the jar? Really? Or did you all just pretend so she could open it?"

There is a chorus of answers concluding with, "no really, she was the only one that was able to open it."

The story is backed up by how the jar had a really small lid and some hands were too big. Then came an explanation how you were recently into the new rock climbing machine in your gym.

Hongseok speaks up, "I was invited to go to rock climbing in, like, an actual rock climbing place and I was honestly so surprised when she began to climb. She said she never actually tried rock climbing on a wall, but it seemed like she had been doing it for years."

Shinwon agrees, "Right, right. I was also really curious about what they did that day," he points to Hongseok, "that I joined them one time. I never felt so out of shape in my life. I just stayed back and filmed everything."

Pentagon laughs, and then agrees that you were exceptionally fast and just super fit in all honesty.

The interviewer catches Hongseok's expression then suddenly asks, "do you like a woman like that?"

"Yeah, I like my women strong."

Then came a lot of teasing remarks from Pentagon, and a plethora of complaints from delusional fans who did not want Hongseok to ever breathe in your direction again.

With all that's been said about that, in all the parts of this series floating around in the internet, one thing remained, there was a slightly larger population of impressed fans than the still large portion of antifans who wanted nothing to do with it and only came around to hate.

It's hard not to think about it, but even the slightest back handed compliment can sometimes linger in one's mind.

And right now, as much as I kept my mind on my counting as I finished my set high knees, I couldn't help but think of how much backlash I got from posting a post workout photo with my midriff exposed.

Apparently that was not only enough to merit hate for being both a whore and an attention whore, but people baselessly began to hate on my groupmates simply for being associated with me.

It's kind of sad really, how, say Wonho, can post a fairly exposed photo of himself and get so much praise for it, and yet I couldn't even do anything remotely close to that.

And I don't even mean to come at Wonho, we all know he's a beast at the gym and should be able to show as much of his hard work as he is comfortable in showing, but why can't I?

"Hey trooper. I thought you said you were only doing 80 counts?" a voice cracks me out of my train of thought.

I turn to whom spoke and chuckle at myself as I stop my leg raises, "ah yeah, I got lost in thought, and your really good song."

I pull on my earphones and give a lopside smile, "I love working out to God's Menu."

He gives a soft, "he he, thanks."

"No need for a thank you when I'm only giving my honest opinion, Chan."

"Yeah, well still, it makes my kokoro go doki-doki," he sniggers, crossing his arms and flashing a dimpled smile. I raise my upper lip and reel back, "EWWW!"

I playfully shove him. He acts hurt, "this is violence against children."

"Chan, you're literally older than me."

"That doesn't mean I'm not a child at heart."

"You mean, it doesn't mean you're not a drama queen."

"Hey, I have no interest in having a throne, my only interest is," he leans in and whispers, "you."

I feel my soul leave my body as he snorts to himself and runs away. I regurgitate in surprise, "YA!"

"You better do your next set properly," Chan says heading off to a cable row machine, "I'm always watching."

I try to ignore the blood rushing up your neck, "creep."

He shrugs, "rather that or have you get injured, sweet heart."

Yeah, Chan has saved me from a lot of injuries I could have had. It was a bad habit. It stemmed from the same thing that made me mess up my count a while ago, my overthinking.

Sometimes I thought of rather harmless things, but sometimes I began to fixate on the hate I received for simply being. I do a lot to get my mind to realize that they hated me simply because they could and because it was easy. Exercising helped tremendously, especially when I had someone fun to work out with, especially when I was with Chan. He just... made me feel safe, y'know.

But when the news of us being work out buddies surfaced, a lot of sasaengs came for me. Of course, a lot of Stays and my own fans were really kind about, speaking out that we were our own people and exercising together did not mean anything in particular really.

But some really went for it, and made it a hobby to comment on everything I was in that I was a slut for 'working out' with different men every day."

I let out a breath as I finish my routine. I catch my breath and go for a swig of my water. I take a moment then sit down by the mirror, which was near where Chan was currently working out.

"You're doing it again."

I turn from where I was blankly staring at turn to Chan who gave me a soft look, "you good?"

I release a sigh then purse my lips, "maybe."

He pouts, "what happened?"

I shrug and stand from where I sat, "you know, the usual."

Chan then comes up to me and takes my water bottle from me, "you know, no matter how much people say you don't need water to live, you can never change the fact that you are extremely dependent on water to live."

I look at him and half- heartedly point, "are you calling me thirsty?"

He begrudgingly groans and releases a chuckle. He calls my name out in a scolding tone. I feel myself relax, "I know what you're getting at Chan."

He nods, "good. I'll always be here to remind you of that."

I smile and feel an urge to hug him, "if you weren't so sweaty, I would totally hug you right now."

Chan then gives me a look then does not hesitate to crush me into his arms. I groan and whine in protest. He chuckles, "you literally just said you wanted a hug!"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY SO SWEATY. NO ONE WANTS THIS TORTURE."

Chan huffs and gives a wounded look, "hmp. You better spot me while I lift or else I'm unfriending you."

"Hmm... I think I'll be good without you as a friend."

I half expect Chan to whine about it, but he instead smirks, "ahhhh, you must want me to be your boyfriends so badly huh."

I- I mean...

CLIP #4: A crack edit of Chan when he gets asked about his gym relationship with me in Chan's Room.

He was looking through the questions and suddenly chuckles, his ears noticeably began to redden. Cue a zoom in of his face and his red ears. Cue a clip of Cardi B saying, "that's suspicious."

He says my name then continues, "am I close with her? Yeah. I would say I'm close with her-- and her whole group actually."

Captioned: Nice save, Chris.

"The kids and I are close with her group," he says, clearing his throat.

A clip of him clearing his throat is repeated about ten times.

Chan adjust the beanie he was wearing as he thinks of what he was going to say next, "we actually do work out together a lot because she's under a trainer that works with my trainer."

Captioned: Sure, Chan. That's the only reason, right?

Chan catches another question, "Is she a beast in the gym like Hongseok says?" He breaks into a laugh. He then rubs his cheek and grits his teeth.

A clip of someone saying, "Oh he's jealous," flashes on screen.

"Yeah," Chan finally says, "she's got a really high stamina."

Cue the clip, WHAT DID HE SAY?

Chan continues, "she can go between exercises without stopping. she doesn't even take that much time to catch her breath. In fact, she sings while exercising sometimes, which helps make her vocals stable."

Captioned: Queen Tingz.

The next thing that happens is Chan breaks into a laugh and begins to chuckle. He says, "Sorry I saw a funny comment."

Captioned: WHAT HE MEANS IS HE SAW A COMMENT SAYING 'SHUT UP CHRIS, YOU'RE WHIPPED."

Then came these comments:

LITERALLY LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY BANG CHAN GETS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HER DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME MY SHIP IS ALIVE

They are dating period. prove me wrong. you cant

Chan literally blushes over anything, buT HE TURNED INTO A TOMATO WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HER BYE

if you hate on your faves loving each other, you most definitely need Jesus (:

PLEASE CAN YOU SEE HOW WHIPPED THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER

Yeah... it's not been confirmed to this day.

[dreamkidddream]

Hiya~ Can I request quote 9) "Are you jealous?" for Lucifer in Obey Me! pretty please😊

This was so much fun to write! Luci know that he gets jealous but never wants to admit (his jealousy is worse than Mammon but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭) and sorry this got kinda long! Reader is gender neutral!

TW: suggestive/spicy themes, but nothing extremely graphic is mentioned

Prompt: “Are you jealous?” with Lucifer!

Lucifer is pissed.

He’s tapping his foot, and constantly checking his phone, waiting in his study for you to either walk in or call him. It’s late, and you’re still not home yet. He asked his brothers where exactly you are, and when Asmo told him that you’re out with the same “friend” you seem to blow all of them off for some time now, it just makes his mood turn even more sour, the scowl on his face deepening.

Now, Lucifer is not opposed to you making friends, as long as they aren’t a threat to you, his family, Lord Diavolo and the other exchange students. He understands that it’s very easy for you to connect with others, intentional or not, and he encourages it to a certain extent. However, this same “friend” that you’ve been increasingly been hanging out with for the past couple of weeks is starting to rub him the wrong way. Of course he’s met this “friend”, a classmate from your Seductive Speechcraft class (which just made him feel more unease with you being with them), and they seemed harmless enough (for a demon at least). Annoying, but harmless, at first.

Then began the constant need for your attention.

It started with the messages and calls under the guise of studying, the “innocent” demon begging you for help so that they can pass the class, and you being the naive nice human that you are of course obliged their request. Then it escalated from once a week, to three times a week, to almost staying after school every day just to “help”. He didn’t like that, as it’s him or his brothers that always walk you home every time, and this demon (who he found is Yuki, a demon who feeds off of sexual energy nonetheless), is messing with the routine, but he kept his cool and forced his brothers to do the same. He- They weren’t happy about this, but at the end of the day, you’re still coming home to him- them, and nothing is changing that. Not to mention how he made sure that someone had their eyes on you, whether it’s Mammon, Beel, or even himself (which he preferred).

Until Yuki decided that you need to hang out more, without him or his brothers.

That’s when he made it known of his dislike towards them, and dislike is putting it lightly.

You started to come home right at dinner, right before Beel devoured your plate. Mammon obviously voiced his displeasure aloud, with the others silently agreeing or making passing comments, but Lucifer would just shut the conversation down before anyone gets too upset, mainly for himself. He doesn’t want to lose control over something trivial like this, he can’t, he won’t- he’s well above some minuscule pest like them, and it would be a waste of time and energy to be worried about someone who is clearly below him!

He’s already irritated with Yuki integrating themselves into your everyday life, but he’s also trying to fight the increasing sinking feeling in his stomach the more you both bond.

The more you two become more than acquainted with one another, the more Lucifer tries to fight and hide this feeling. He buries himself in more paperwork, practically locks himself in his study, avoids anyone’s questions or concerns, and has become overall snappier than usual. He’s even snapped on Lord Diavolo, Lord Diavolo of all people!

(Granted Diavolo just thought it was overall stress, so he just simply laughed it off, but it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone, including you).

Now Lucifer is not stupid, he’s a very intelligent and powerful demon, and he doesn’t have to say it to be known. He made sure to do some research himself on Yuki, and didn’t put anything past them. You’re still surrounded by demons who wouldn’t hesitate to swallow you whole if allowed, and some are still desperate enough to try anything, so he’s very cautious with others being around you.

Which leads to now, you being out again with that demon at The Fall. Ever since, Lucifer retired to his study, constantly checking his phone for any updates. He refused to look distressed in front of everyone, and he knows that you’re smart and not so gullible, you’ll be okay, you had to be.

It’s well going on 1 in the morning, and you still haven’t answered any of his calls and texts? You swore that you would always answer him, so something had to happen. What exactly were you doing? What exactly were you two doing? We’re you okay? Are you safe? Has that Yuki tried anything with you?

Were you two doing anything now?

All of these questions swirling around in his head, his worry only adding on to his frustrations and building tension going through his body.

He already marched down to the door, coat forgotten and tie undone, flinging it open and scowl so deep that his fangs were bared. That Yuki better hope that you come home in one piece and spotless, or else he will make sure that they regret being alive-

He couldn’t wipe the surprised look on his face when he made eye contact with you, who was matching his own expression, hand frozen in the air mid knock.

“Lucifer? What are you still doing up? Are you about to go somewhere?” His expression quickly morphed to one of high distaste, the irritation displaying clearly on his face and his grip tightening on the door.

“I was still awake waiting for you. Have you forgotten how to use a phone, or are you too good for one now that you’re with your ‘friend’. And I remember specifically telling you to let me know when you leave, did I not?”

“Oh. Well...my phone kinda died, but I was already on the way home and-”

“By yourself?! Do you know how irresponsible that is? Do you forget that you’re a mere human?”

His irritation is rising to pure anger at this revelation. So that demon didn’t even have the decency to walk you home? To make sure that you arrive safe? And yet you still have the nerve to spend time with them and practically ignore him?!-

“Well- um, Lucifer? Lucifer!”

He snapped out of his murderous thoughts, and stepped aside to let you in.

“Come inside now, it’s late, and we have much to discuss.”

Your face scrunched up, showing confusion in how he’s acting. You know that’s he mad about your phone being dead, but he’s mad enough to leave the door barely hanging on its hinges? But you knew that arguing or pointing it out would just make things escalate, so you just stepped past and began to make your way up the stairs.

You can feel his eyes bore into the back of your head, but you just didn’t understand why. It’s about more than just your phone, it seemed like he’s been on edge for awhile now. You want to approach him, to ask him what’s wrong, to have him open up, but of course Lucifer being Lucifer, it was to no avail.

You racked your brain as he lead you to his room and began the “conversation” about how irresponsible you were being (really it’s just him getting whatever he needed off his chest and not you giving any input). Was it because of you going out so late? No, you didn’t drink, you and Yuki stayed together the whole night, and you let him know hours before. Was it Yuki? Now that you’re think about it, he has been frowning more it seemed like every time you brought up their name-

The pieces are starting to fit together now.

Oh my Diavolo.

You couldn’t stop the words escaping from your mouth before you could realize it.

“Lucifer, are you jealous?”

He choked in the middle of his sentence, and the room went quiet. You’re pretty sure that you can’t even hear him breathing, and his face just went entirely blank, no expression whatsoever.

Oh no, you broke him-

A gust of wind erupted, so strong that you had to shield your eyes for a second, and when you removed your arm, you were met with massive black wings and a very enraged demon.

“Excuse me?”

You stepped back until you stumbled onto the bed, as he stalks closer and closer to you.

“Care to repeat yourself?”

You knew better than to respond, and you felt frozen on the bed. You also know that Lucifer won’t attack or try to kill you, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he has moments where he’s very intimidating, one of those moments being now.

He’s looking down at you like a predator would to its captured prey, his ruby eyes glowing deviously in the dim room. He didn’t stop moving until he was on top of you, caging you in.

“Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “I am the Avatar of Pride, the most powerful being in this house, yet you assume that I’m jealous of a demon that’s beneath me? You insult me, MC.”

He took hold of your chin, “Do you not remember what I said when we made the pact? You are mine and mine alone. Not anyone else’s, but mine.”

You felt like your nerves were getting the best of you, but you couldn’t force yourself to tear away as he leaned closer. He sealed his lips against yours in a heated kiss, one that you gladly accepted, not before uttering the words that made your heart race even faster.

“Maybe I should remind you of who you belong to, hm?”

—-

“Had a fun night, MC?”

“Yeah, it was”, you coughed in your hand. “Very nice, very fun. We had a great time.”

“Hmmmmm...you and Yuki or you and Lucifer?”

“Asmo!”

He giggled, “I’m just saying dear. I don’t sense the pent-up sexual frustration from Lucifer anymore, and he seems back to normal and even relaxed. Though I must say MC, I wish that you had spent the night in my bed instead.”

“Of course you do Asmo.”

“Besides, I would have covered your hickeys much better-”

“ASMO-”

“MC, are you ready?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear has never been more true than now, as Lucifer appeared behind you both, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry.”

“Eh? Where are you two going?”

“Out.”

“And without me?!”

“Yes. Now, leave us be”. Lucifer moved his hand from your shoulder to your own hand, leading you both out the door. You two had plans for the day after the...eye-opening talk from last night, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time than he already had.

Bonus:

Asmo waited until he heard the door click, and then quickly whipped out his D.D.D. to text Yuki. He knew that the plan was going to be a success! A tense Lucifer made things more difficult for everyone, and he has too much pride to open his mouth so he decided to step in and team up with Yuki, who already knew about the whole ordeal.

Lucifer was already on the edge of snapping and letting his primal instincts take over anyway, so Asmo just gave him a little push in the right direction.

Thank Diavolo the plan worked, or else it would be hell for them both. He did owe Yuki some exposure on his socials in exchange for this and backing off of you now, but it was well worth the trouble.

[bestiesenpai]

body worship headcanons

Someone requested body worship headcanons and I blacked out after the first few words and made it all soft as fuck instead of NSFW...sorry about that mate I truly am T_T all I can say is I hope you like the style I went for lol :) gender neutral, non curse au I guess as well

Gojo - the top of your head

“You’re so special, you know that?” Gojo whispers into the crown of your head in the early morning, long before you’re supposed to wake. Honestly, he shouldn't be awake either, his eyes are stinging with sleep he still needs to catch up on, but it’s rare to get to have this moment with you.

“I love you.” Kissing the top of your head, he breathes in the scent of your hair and feels the warmth of your scalp radiate onto his lips. “Love you from the top of your head-” Another kiss “to the soles of your feet.” Dragging his feet against yours, Gojo smiles when you recoil in your sleep.

Kissing the top of your head over and over in different places, Gojo doesn’t even realize he’s pressed you so close to him you can barely breathe right anymore.

“Toru, lemme go.” You grumble, sleepy and annoyed.

“Sorry love.” Kissing you one more time, he lets you go, lets you roll over to the other side of the bed. He doesn’t leave you alone for long though, wrapping himself around you from behind and giving you another kiss. “Just can’t help myself sometimes.”

Nanami - the apples of your cheeks

If there was one thing Nanami could come to love with working, it was leaving the house just to get to come home to you everyday. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder, and every minute he spent away from you only made it that much sweeter when you were reunited.

“I made dinner already, I know you’ve been working really hard this week.” As if you couldn’t be any better to him, you said the words he didn’t know he needed after the end of a long, tiring week.

“Thank you.” Dropping everything in his hands where he stood, Nanami walked over to your form standing by the oven. Your face was flushed with a barely there sheen of sweat from the heat of the kitchen and your cheeks only got warmer when he grabbed them lightly in his hand.

Lifting his palms, Nanami gave you soft kisses on the fullest parts of your cheeks, the tips of his fingers holding you tightly in his grasp. His nose bumped into yours and trailed along your face, his eyes gently closed as he savored the moment.

“You’re too good to me.” Pressing his nose against your cheek, he holds his face against yours and kisses you a few more times. Nanami melts into the hug you give him, nearly collapsing you with his sudden dead weight.

“Let’s eat, I know you’re hungry.” Raking your nails along his back, you nudge him toward the dining table. Lifting his head, Nanami nods slowly and puts his hand in yours, leading you there.

Getou - your lips

Getou Suguru didn’t think of himself as a shallow man. He didn’t pine after things just because they looked nice, he craved substance as well as beauty. But even he found himself staring at you in wonder and awe, gazing at the beauty before him.

“You’re staring again.” Throwing a hand up to cover your face, you look at him between your fingers. “What’s so interesting about me sitting on this couch, huh?” Laughing to himself, Getou doesn’t answer you, only leans forward to look at you even more.

“Suguru c’mon! It’s getting weird.” He can tell by the way you lean away you’re getting embarrassed from the attention and it only makes him laugh more.

“Come over here then and I’ll stop staring.” Beckoning you closer, he waits a few minutes while you cautiously climb into his lap.

“What do you want?”

“You.” Kissing you square on the lips, Getou keeps you held against him for a good amount of time, breaking the kiss every so often to give you pecks along the edges of your lips. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t help but stare.”

Choso - behind your ears

Was Choso affectionate? Could you confidently tell others that your boyfriend likes to hug you in public and hold your hand, kiss you unprompted in the middle of a park? No, you couldn’t call him outwardly affectionate, but when he wanted to be, Choso could make you swoon.

Slinking up behind you as you stood at the fridge for a snack, he silently wound his arms around you and hugged you tightly. Pressing his chest into your back he burrowed his head into your shoulder and hummed.

“Hello.” You giggled, surprised by the sudden contact but accepting it willingly nonetheless. Choso grunted in response and lifted his head, nudging the back of your ear with his nose before planting a firm, warm kiss on the skin behind it.

“Love you.” He mumbled like a child, kissing you again in that spot and then a little lower. Putting his head on your shoulder again, Choso felt your hands move around. “Are you getting the yogurt?”

“Yes, I’ll grab you some too.”

“Thanks.”

Itadori - the palm of your hand

“Did you get new hand cream?” It’s the first thing Itadori says to you when he sees you in the afternoon for a date outside a small cafe. His keen senses can smell the change in your scent within a few minutes of your hand going up near his face to hug him.

“Yeah, I did.” Nodding, you let him take your hand and press the palm into his cheek, inhaling the sweet scent of the lotion.

“It smells really good.” With a closed eyed smile, Itadori shifts your palm down so he can kiss it squarely. “Your skin is always so soft, I’m jealous.” Humming against your palm, he presses the tips of your fingers into his cheek.

“Maybe I’ll give you some lotion too.” Raising your other hand to cup his empty cheek, you giggle when he grabs that hand and kisses the palm as well.

“Mmm, you could.” He smatters kisses across both hands. “But I don’t think it would smell as good on me.”

Fushiguro - the tips of your fingers

Fushiguro often did a lot of subconscious things whenever he was with you. If you were standing together waiting for a train he would stand closer to your back, making sure no one tried to make any sneaky grabs. Walking down the street with you, he would slip his hand into yours and guide you through a large crowd. At home he would make a cup of tea for you whenever he made one for himself without you ever asking.

There were a lot of things he did for you that had become second nature, and the habit of grabbing your hand while he read a book had become one of them. He didn’t even notice the way he took your hand and fiddled with your fingers, smoothing his thumb and forefinger over the skin as he read the words on the page.

“That tickles.” Your giggle breaks him out of his intense focus and he looks up to see your upper arm squirming.

“Huh?” Looking down, Fushiguro is shocked to see that he’s got the tips of your fingers skimming his lips.

“You’ve been doing that for a while and it’s starting to tickle.” Giggling again, your smile gets bigger when Fushiguro deliberately kisses the tips of all your fingers. Grabbing your other hand, he kisses the tips of all those fingers as well before lacing them all together.

“Hm, seems like a problem you need to sort out.”

Inumaki - the back of your neck

Inumaki was a man of few words. Very few words, actually. He didn’t mind the silence that came with being himself and neither did you. He could express himself well in many other ways and his affection for you wasn’t something that needed to be spoken to be felt.

He often found ways of showing you he cared that you didn’t think of before. Leaving you long winded cards with flowers, picking up a favorite treat you liked on Fridays, setting little reminders for you to take your vitamins, and peeling fruit for you were some of the ways he showed that he cared.

Peeling fruit was one of his favorite ways, especially because he usually got to eat the fruit as well. Inumaki loved to cut it up into different fun shapes and feed them to you, and making large fruit salads was something he enjoyed on a lazy afternoon.

Seeing you in the kitchen peeling the fruit for him made him a little surprised.

“You always peel the fruit for me, I want to do it for you for once!” You answer him without any delay, already seeing the slightly confused expression on his face. Nodding slowly, Inumaki traipses through the kitchen and behind you.

The collar of your shirt is dipped down a bit, exposing the gentle slope of your neck to him. He can see the bones under your skin as you move about and it entices him. Pulling down the shirt a little farther, he leans forward and kisses right on your spine.

He smiles against your skin when you laugh a little, kissing you again and again, up and down your neck. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he gives a little rub to them and he can feel you relax even more.

“Toge go sit down, I’m almost done.” Swatting him away, you push a strawberry into his mouth right after he kisses the side of your neck. Chewing on the fruit, he nods and laughs a little himself, standing at the edge of the kitchen until you’re done so he can sit with you.

Yuta - your collarbones

From the outside looking in, Okkotsu Yuta looked far too serious to ever mope about or have feelings of clinginess. Never in a hundred years would someone take him for the type of man that would whine to get a hug or pout to receive a kiss on the forehead.

But he was exactly that type of man, and you had the proof right in your lap to show for it. Both of you were in fluffy pajamas after taking a long, hot bath together, laying squished together in bed despite having more than enough space to spread out.

“(Y/N).” Yuta had been in a mood the whole day, clingy and borderline annoying in his need for your attention. Tucked under your chin and the blankets, he pressed his nose against the skin of your shoulder.

“Yuta.” You said his name in the same childish whine that he said yours, laughing to yourself when he huffed. His fingers clung to the back of your shirt, arms digging into you with the force he was using to keep you smooshed against him.

Pulling down the collar of your shirt, he kissed the protruding collarbone right in front of him. Breathing deeply through his nose, Yuta let his eyes fall closed gently and kissed along the bone, right to the hollow of your throat.

“Love me.” He commanded, pressing his face into the bed to kiss your other collarbone. “I love you so much, love me, love me.” It wasn’t like Yuta to be so needy, but then again it wasn’t often he was in a mood like this one. Rubbing his face into your chest, he finally calmed down enough to let you run your fingers through his hair.

“What do you want me to do?” There was no right answer and you knew that, the smile on your face said as much.

“I don’t know.” Shrugging his shoulder and kissing your collarbone again, Yuta sighed. “Just keep being you I guess.”

Sukuna - your ribs

Sukuna is a foreboding man, large in stature and in ego. He enjoyed making others feel small and tremble in fear, there was a rush he got from knocking down an opponent that was unlike any other. And he got that same rush whenever he held you.

You were so soft, so delicate compared to the brutish man that you called a lover. You had gentle curves and smooth plains that were in sharp contrast to the jagged edges of Sukuna’s personality and body.

Which is why, whenever he held you, he made sure to slide a hand right around your ribs. To feel your bones underneath, to know you’re just as much a human as he is and not a god come down to humor him for a short while, to hear the way you get a little bit breathless whenever he squeezes you.

Laying in bed one night, watching you sleep peacefully under the cover of darkness and the streetlight coming in through the tops of the curtains, Sukuna reaches for your ribs. First his fingers meet your chest, the top of your shoulder and the firmness that comes under that patch of skin.

Trailing down the middle of your chest, he’s careful not to wake you with the tickle of his fingers as they press into your sternum for a moment. He can feel your heartbeat, so slow and even in your sleep. Going down, he can feel your ribs begin to branch out, and he follows them with his fingers until he bumps into your arm resting at your side.

“Stop ticklin’ me.” You grumble, still very much asleep but feeling Sukunas touch in your dreams.

“Sorry honey.” He chuckles, and he stops tracing the spaces between your ribs and rests a full hand on them. “Just wanted to make sure you were real.”

Mahito - the tops of your knees

Mahito liked to sit on the floor. He preferred it to a chair or the couch, he always wound up slipping from the furniture and onto the rugged floor even if he didn’t try. It was just more comfortable that way he said, he felt more at home.

Watching a movie with him sat between your knees on the floor, you laughed at Mahito laughing at a part in the film, his reactions were always so genuine and real. Flopping to the side, he leaned heavily on your knee, wrapping his arms around your calf to steady himself.

“This movie is so great!” He laughed wholeheartedly, rubbing his face into your knee as he watched the film.

“Yeah, it’s a great pick.” Leaning forward, you ran a few fingers through his hair as he calmed down. Humming in appreciation, Mahito kissed your knee in rapid succession. “What’re you doing?”

“Just loving you!” Looking over his shoulder, he winked at you and turned to the other knee, grabbing it and kissing it as well. Smoothing his hand over the joint, he smooshed his cheek into it and kissed it again, turning his attention back to the film, leaving you with only a few minutes of calm before he burst out laughing again.

Toji - the side of your ankle

Toji is affectionate in his own way. There is no traditional courtship with him, he sees what he wants and he gets it, whether that be a physical item or a person - namely, you. He is not an overly affectionate man that you may see in the movies. A tad possessive, a dash of rugged charm and the tiniest pinch of intimacy. That is what he was.

Seeing you lay so calmly on the couch, half asleep in a pair of his sweats and his shirt as you scroll through your phone, it entices him to come over to you. He wants to disturb the peace you’ve found yourself in, insert himself into the equation and demand to be focused on.

But as he gets closer and sees the cute way your eyes droop closed and the way you cuddle into the pillow beneath your head, he can’t find himself to do whatever destructive thing he had planned.

“Hmmm?” Sleepily, you turn your head to look at Toji. He’s grabbed onto your ankle and lifted it up to his face, supporting part of your leg in his other hand.

“You looked so peaceful layin’ here…” Toji begins but trails off, kissing the side of your ankle and feeling your heel beneath his thumbs. “Just wanted to stop by and see if you remembered me.” It’s a shit excuse and he doesn’t believe the words he’s saying. But he does believe in whatever moment the two of you are sharing, the soft sound of your tired breathing get a little deeper when he presses his lips against your ankle again, right on the little bone protruding out.

“M’tired.” You whine but make no move to take your leg away.

“I know, doll.” With a grin, Toji kisses a little higher on your ankle, encroaching on the territory of your leg. “Get up and I’ll carry you to bed.” But you can’t get up, he doesn’t let go of your ankle, cradling it in his hands and lightly massaging your calf until he feels like letting go.

[bloody-oath]

Which slashers would use chapstick?

Here lies deep pan crust. Going through the list...

Which slashers would use and need chapstick?

Jason Voorhees: Super crusty. Each kiss comes with free nibblies, i.e., skin flakes with a side of rot. Anti-chapstick. Anti-healthy. Jesus cannot save.

Michael Myers: Not bad. Dehydrated, but not dry. His skin is tough as nails. Additionally, the mask protects his smackers from weather damage. No chapstick, no need. Good on you, Mike.

Freddy Krueger: Bruh. First, give him some skin to moisturise. If the chapstick is tinted red, it will look like tomato sauce on a pair of burnt sausages. Do not even bother. 

Bubba Sawyer: He does not need chapstick. The chapstick needs him. His lips are extra plush, all bounce. Mattresses be damned. Rest your weight on these babies instead. 10/10 would ride again.

Nubbins Sawyer: Adequate. That is the passive-aggressive word we are going to use. Better than what you may think. Not that great though, settle down. Oblivious to skincare.

Chop Top: Well, he *is* the ambassador for Colgate, hello. Does not use the hydrating balm, but would not be against using one. Half a point.

Drayton Sawyer: Oh. Oh, yeah. Stacks of them. Goes through a whole stick per day. Has a huge stash of them in his bedside drawer... No. What do you think? No.

Brahms Heelshire: Send help. If there is no soap usage, there is certainly no chapstick applications. Just give him what he wants and spit on his lips. Voila. Good enough.

Chucky: Lucky bastard never needs to worry. Plastic is fantastic. The softness is debatable, but they are crack-free. Weird though, because despite that, a lot of shit spills out of them.

Hannibal Lecter: Maybe. Actually, yeah. At home? Yes. Did he have one in his cell? Doubt it. Han is a man of self-care. The chapstick he uses is nothing fancy. Clear colour, no fragrance, does the job.

Norman Bates: Perhaps when dressed as his mother. It is a beauty product, after all, and she is a woman. Gender roles in the sixties and whatnot. If dryness were to occur, he may contemplate a soothing solution. Progressive.

Pennywise: Smearing paint on his face is routine, so why not add in a chapstick for the nourishing benefits? Too bad he does not have one. Blood will have to do. Specifically, kiddie blood. Fun to wear, tasty to lick.

Pinhead: Can you imagine? He cannot. Therefore, he does not. Oddly, lubricating his dermis is not a top priority for the Hell Priest. No matter. He struggles to find a lip balm that matches his pale skin anyway.

Billy Loomis: Yes, I am convinced. It is a secret though. If anyone were to find out, in the bin it goes. He only applies the ointment occasionally, but he uses one, nonetheless. If only he utilised the same amount of effort towards his hair.

Stu Macher: Yeah, he uses chapstick... the one Billy owns. Whoops. Vanity is not a necessity for the boy. It is more for shits and giggles than anything else. Like using crutches when you are not crippled, because why not?

John Kramer: Sure, if needed. Why suffer parched lips? Why would a person torture themselves? Why not find a humane, simple, easy to execute solution? Hmm.

Hilliker Brothers: Uh, supposedly? Depends on what you mean by use though. Saw Tooth manipulates it to treat wounds. One Eye fucking eats it. Three Finger wields it as a marking tool to assist with placing his traps. Practical ways.

Jack Torrance: This is the guy who would buy those bizarre flavoured balms, such as bacon and pickle. The novelty amuses him to no end. Boomer like.

Candyman: Beeswax. You guessed it. I said it. Everyone agrees. There we go. 

Leprechaun: If he does use a chapstick, it is not working. Time to switch brands and consult a dermatologist about those blisters. Decayed-looking-ass lips.

Yautja: He learns something new everyday. Chapstick, you say? Do not eat it, but I will try to anyway, you warn? It shall be digested. Likes the sweet aroma.

Ash Williams: Most definitely. Pondered sawing one of his fingers off to replace it with an essential tool that is his lip salve. Not really. He is big on modest pampering though.

The Creeper: Might consider devouring it. That will be as far as it goes. Collects any chapsticks as loot from the bodies of his dead victims. Still trash, but also treasure.

Art the Clown: Totally. Why stop at chapstick when you can slap on tar? A sticky, black, questionable substance. Do not forget to coat the teeth as well. Spread that shit. In truth, it is charcoal - and he just wants a whitened smile.

Mick Taylor: God, no. Do not even dare to offer him a chapstick. You will get it thrown at your face, along with a bullet inserted where it hits your forehead. Blokes do not use feminine products. Bloody oath!

Total: 9.5 / 25

[jack-o-cel]

Toward a new beginning

708 words.

Karl Heisenberg x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N:

So this takes place in a world where to save Y/N's life, Heisenberg sped up his army production and defeated Miranda, with some help, before the events of Resi 8.

It's been a few months since Miranda was defeated and a lot has changed for Karl and Y/N. The couple has an important goal in mind. To leave the village and live peacefully on a large piece of land, but to get to their goal, they'll need a lot of money. So the pair had an idea.

Karl recycled all of his remaining army, besides Sturm, Y/N had grown fond of them. With all the excess of materials just sitting there, The pair decided to put it to good use. They started an online business, with Y/N handling the website details, making and selling all sorts of things. Karl made metal based objects, ranging from everyday items, like tableware, tools, and keys, to more collector items, like swords and axes. Y/N found their own way to pitch in.

Their business has been slowly gaining popularity, but it would be a while before they could reach their goal. Regardless the pair kept looking forward, even Karl managed to stay positive, with Y/N's support of course. And on off days, Karl was always there by Y/N's side.

At the moment, the couple are outside, loading a wagon with boxes. "How many more boxes are there?" Y/N asks loading the lighter boxes on top of the heavier ones as they sit on the side wall of the wagon. Karl tosses them a small box, Y/N catches it and places it carefully in the pile.

"A lot more" Karl answers. "We've been getting a whole lotta business" He starts another row of the heavier boxes.

Y/N sighs contently. "It won't be long till we got a nice place out on a countryside"

"No one for miles to bother us" Karl adds smiling."We still got a ways to go, but we'll get there, pup"

After about 20 more minutes of loading the wagon they finally finished. "Whew, finally done." Y/N stretches their arms. Karl opens his arms and motions them to come to him. Y/N carefully balances on top of the wagon wall then jumps on the tailgate. Karl picks them up by the waist and holds them against his chest. He moves his hands to Y/N's rear and lower back.

Y/N leans in and rests their forehead on Karl's. The two stare at each other's eyes. "I've never laid eyes on anyone even close to as attractive as you."

"You haven't seen a lot of people then" Y/N jokes.

"Don't have to, I just know it, pup. No one compares to you." Karl sighs happily. "Can't imagine what someone as amazing as you, sees in me"

"Don't say that, you're a great man. Underneath that tough swearing shell is a caring softie, a stubborn one might I add, but caring nonetheless." Y/N laughs lightly.

"Shut" Karl feigns annoyance.

"Make me~" Y/N challenges him. "Bet you can't-" Their taunting is cut short as Karl presses a kiss to their lips. The kiss is rough at first but eases into a sweet gentleness that leaves Y/N begging for more once Karl pulls away.

Karl smirks. "You're real quiet now." Y/N opens their mouth to say something, but Karl takes that chance to lean into another kiss as he slips his tongue into Y/N's mouth.

Y/N moans quietly as Karl easily overpowers them and roams his tongue freely into his lovers mouth. Y/N slides their hands up across Karl's chest and to the back of his neck. One hand rests there, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. The other hand roams higher, tugging at Karl's hair.

Karl leans his head back and licks his lips. Y/N looks at him completely speechless. Karl laughs. "Nothing else to say, pup?" Y/N pouts.

They move their hands to cup Karl's face. They fiddle with his beard as they try to think of a comeback. "You're too damn cute" Karl whispers. Y/N's face grows pink. They try to form words, but end up burying their face in Karl's chest. He laughs and hugs them as he puts them down. "I love you"

"I love you too" Y/N whispers.

[xxjewellynwatts]

The shop owner - A James Gillies x OC (you!) story

Request: Hello:))) I don't know if you still write for James Gillies... but if you do then it would really be great with some fluff or something. I'm honestly a sucker for any James Gillies x reader content! Also, you're an amazing writer and I really appreciate that you write for Murduch Mysteries!! Hope you have a great day!!:))))

Answer: Thank you so much ! I haven’t written in ages, so I hope you’ll enjoy this! @mylifecrises

Warnings: contains spoilers of Gillies’ first episode.

The sound of a bell got you out of your daydreams. A tall, confident, well-dressed ginger-head boy who seemed to be around your age got into the shop you now owned ever since the death of its owner.

His eyes paced for a while around the room, glancing back and forth from item to another, thinking fast before he at last locked eyes with you and briefly smiled.

Charming, you thought with a hint of mockery.

‘Good morning, how can I help you?’ you said politely.

He stopped walking towards you for a second, taken aback by the elegance of your voice. You were one of those people who didn’t ‘sound like they look’ but in the most flattering way.

‘I need a few tools for a physics experiment’ he said as he walked again towards you while showing you some of the said tools.

As you packed them for him, you looked curiously at him.

‘Are you a student at the Toronto university?’ you asked without sounding too intrusive.

‘Yes’ he smiled, happy you were quick to understand. ‘I’m Professor Bennett’s assistant.’

As soon as you heard that name, he could have sworn your mood shifted. Your face seemed a bit darker, and you had subconsciously furrowed your brows.

‘Oh’ you coldly said. ‘Well, have a nice day’ you quickly said as you handed him the package.

He smiled, less convincingly, very intrigued.

‘Thank you, you too’ he said slowly as he headed back to the University.

You sighed as he got out and went back to daydreaming the life you could’ve had had it not been for an unfair society.

A few days later, the young man came back to the shop. He noticed you had a different dress, nonetheless unique in the way it looked like it had been made just for you. Your (h/c) hair was tied up and your curls loosely fell around neck. You were reading a book before he interrupted you.

‘Oh, hello again’ you said with an unintentional smile. ‘How did the experiment go?’ you enthusiastically asked.

‘Quite well’ he said with the same smile. ‘If you ignore the fact one of the nails fell right when the machine was starting to work’ he sighed.

‘Oh’ you puckered your lips. ‘Isn’t it the most frustrating thing when something creating with our own hands fails us?’ you empathised.

The young man frowned and smiled at the same time, surprised by your poetic choice of words and relation to the situation.

‘Actually, yes. It’s really... frustrating. How come you know that feeling?’ he asked, curious.

‘Oh, trust me, I’ve been on both sides of the “creation”. I’ve felt the strong pride of succeeding in creating something as much as I’ve suffered from the pain of failed attempts. I like creating things, little objects to make my daily life easier like small machines just to... test a theory’ you shrugged.

‘Why, isn’t that quite surprising!’ laughed James. ‘Oh, I’m James Gillies by the way’ he said as he reached for your hand to shake.

You shook his, surprised by the sweetness of his touch as he was of your little enthusiastic roughness.

‘I’m (y/n), nice to meet you’ you smiled, suddenly shy.

‘It’s really nice to meet people who are so imaginative and creative. Sometimes I feel as though all students want is their degree, sadly missing the experience of intellectual stimulation thereby’

‘Oh, trust me I know...’ you answered, raging inside again. ‘Had it not been for this... stupid professor, I would have been experiencing things by your side, as the student I deserve to be.’

James starred in shock.

‘Wait... are you... a physicist?’

‘Officially? No, because I’m a woman. But in reality? Absolutely.’

You pointed towards the book you had left on the counter to meet him. It was a physics book, of a higher level than James’ current syllabus.

When James left your shop, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and how unfair it was that you were rejected from the University on the basis of sex. Had it been up to him, he would have gladly accepted you. You were certainly smarter than most of the students here.

It was already dark when he left. You two had been discussing Physics theories the whole afternoon and did not notice the sun setting down nor the moon coming up. James didn’t even want to leave deep down. He was eager to talk to you and discover your wonderfully unique ideas and contributions to the field. But the rage he felt could not even represent a quarter of yours. You were a passionate, determined and very curious person. And it made you sick people stopped you from showing your true potential.

Ever since that afternoon, you’d meet up occasionally in a café with James to discuss Physics or anything. You two got along so well you seemed to have known each other for years. You were even one of the very few people who could make James actually laugh.

One afternoon, as you were sitting in front of each other, leaned a bit due to your eager interest in your conversations, a silence fell between you two and you got lost for a split second in each others’ eyes.

‘It’s a shame’ said softly James. ‘I wish I could study and work with you everyday.’

By the time the words were out, James realised what he said, and got a little bit nervous. He never felt that way, it intrigued him. He starred down, and around, trying to ignore your (e/c) eyes.

‘I wish so too’ you answered, not ashamed a bit but sad. ‘If I could kill Professor Bennett, I would.’

James immediately looked back at you.

‘Wait, who?’

‘The professor Bennett. He is the one who convinced the jury of teachers I wouldn’t be able to stand the competition and would never be better than all those young men. He refused my application even though I had a perfect education and threatened to leave the University if they accepted me.’

You had spat the last words with the quiet rage and sadness you had confined within you for months. Tears rolled slowly down your face and James did not even notice his eyes were discretely tearing up too. He suddenly wanted to take you in his arms, reassure you, just like he wanted to shout at the professor Bennett he used to admire so much. He suddenly took your hand. Startled, you looked up at him, across the small table. He hesitated for a second and, too nervous from the proximity he had created, stood up. He gave you one final hesitant look before turning around and nearly running away.

After that meeting, you thought James had had enough of your conversations. After all, no matter how intriguing and curious he was, perhaps you didn’t intellectually stimulate him anymore. But your ego was not shattered yet. His absence had only brought up a feeling of longing to see him again, for reasons you couldn’t understand at this point. Weren’t you supposed to be jealous of him? After all, he was studying something you were desperate and passionate about. He wasn’t the victim of his own gender.

A few days had gone by and you were starting to really miss him. But there was no way you would ever go back to the university.

Then one day, you woke up to read a really intriguing news in the newspaper. The Professor Bennett had been killed by an ‘invisible’ murderer. Your eyes paced restlessly trying to grasp the meanings of the words printed. You felt your heartbeat accelerate dangerously as a suspicion crippled dangerously in the back of your mind. You turned around, hoping you’d see James coming running to tell you about the professor’s death and how deeply he was affected by it. But there was no one around.

You hardly fell asleep that night. And you had to say farewell to the idea of ever sleeping well when you heard a strange noise at your balcony at three in the morning. You stood up, covering yourself in your blanket on top of your nightgown, and slowly approached your balcony (you lived just above the shop you owned).

You had to cover your mouth to shut down your terrified scream once you saw James climbing on your balcony. He stood up at your window and smiled once he saw you. Startled, you didn’t move until he softly knocked on the window-door. You shook your head, trying to get a hold of yourself and ran to open the door.

It took you by surprise when James immediately punched his lips against yours in an adrenaline rush. You stood back. You immediately understood.

‘What have you done?’ you whispered, your voice shivering in terror.

James slowly smiled. He knew you would understand. He knew you would receive his love letter through a terrible - but brave - act: a revenge.

‘I love you’ he said, smiling even more. It felt good to say it. He never felt anything like that for anyone. He didn’t even care that much about his own family.

You thought, fast. James was clearly a dangerous person. Yet as twisted as it could have been, you felt touched by his act.

You kissed him, finally making your decision. He kissed your hands and forehead.

‘Don’t worry. Even if they find out, I will always get back to you’ he promised.

[roses-ruby]

BTS as types of Yandere

Warning: Yandere themes, Abusive relationships, Psychological manipulation, Selfharm, Submission, BDSM mention

The Gentleman.

Seokjin is the perfect man.

Sure, he acts goofy but he’s also handsome and polite. He jokes around with you, he cooks for you, he doesn’t even befriend other women and he’s even a big romantic at heart. Your friends want him and your parents adore him - you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend! So, in return, when he kindly asks you not to talk to other men or not to go out too much, it’s only natural that you listen. You taunt him about his slightly conservative and traditionalist nature. But what kind of a man who was raised with high standards and morals wouldn’t have one? When he tells you not to wear something in public - you don’t fucking wear it. When he tells you you’re going to be a stay at home mom - then that’s the end of the fucking discussion. And if you disobey him, then you deserve to be verbally berated until you change your mind. People call it abuse, but he calls it love. Trust him, he only has your best interest at heart. It’s the only way you’ll learn to obey your man and gain value as a female.

It’s the only way you’ll become his perfect woman.

Lowkey.

You never expected a grown man to be so whiny, especially not one who seemed so intimidating initially. “You were gone too long.” - “Why do you have to leave so often?” - “Who were you with?” - Holy shit, the way he was bombarding you with questions made you feel like you just came back from committing a statewide murder spree, even though you were only gone grocery shopping for approximately thirty minutes. But it’s fine, your husband was harmless. It was definitely strange being married to a rapper. You heard most of their true feelings and inner thoughts only came out when they wrote or performed. So it did worry you when he wrote a song about binding you in a cage and keeping you chained like his little pet. But you passed it off as kinks or some shit. And it definitely worried you when he freestyled about torturing and killing your guy best friend in graphic detail on stage, which ultimately led to said friend cutting off all contact with you. But you passed it off as adrenaline-filled, in-the-moment jealousy. Sure, Yoongi was either testy or silent for the majority of your relationship - but that didn’t mean the “real him” was a temperamental and obsessive psychopath.

...did it?

My way or the highway.

Hoseok made his standards clear for you since day one. This relationship will go by his terms, and only his terms. Which meant he got to go out whenever he wanted, yet you never did. He got to touch you when he felt like it, yet you had to ask permission. He got to have female friends, yet you didn’t get to have any - of any gender. You’ll understand one day, he tells you, but you think years will pass before that time arrives, because the truth was you didn’t and might never truly understand him. It terrified you how Hoseok, the friendliest, most carefree man you’ve ever met, can turn into someone so menacing. Someone who threatens your well-being when even the slightest part of his rule is broken. A section of him was detached, while the other section was a pure freak. All of his punishments were sexual, from bondage to torture. Sometimes you think he punished you on purpose just so he could teach you your place. You’re not sure if he had an addiction to total domination or if he just craved mummification and impact play.

All you know is that he had certain habits, and they all happen to revolve around you.

Daddy.

You roll up the door to your room.

Namjoon knew everything. At least that’s what it seems like. He was the smartest guy in your city - actually no - the smartest guy in your whole country. No other man could ever compete with the intellect and raw talent he possessed. You greatly admired him - which he also knew, of course. The one thing he understood the most in the world was you. He memorized your habits, every inch of your curves, the moles in your skin and even the pattern of your breath. He told you when to eat, when to sleep, who to [not] meet, and what to do for the day. Your needs had never been fulfilled to such an extent until he appeared by your side. And you knew then that no one could understand you better than him - not even yourself, which is why you took his words for scripture. Since then, you’ve done everything he told you to do without question. Crawling into your room, you turn around and roll the cage door back down before settling into one of the cushions in the corner.

It was almost 7, which meant daddy would be home soon, and then you could eat.

Kerosene in my hand.

Today in psychology class you had learned about psychological manipulation. You didn’t want to think like this, but the definition of the word reminded you of your boyfriend. Like when the professor talked about using underhand tactics to change social perceptions, you thought about the time Jimin kept flirting with your best friend until she fell for him, even while knowing you liked him. It led you to completely ostracize her from your life. Or when the teacher mentioned using deceit and lies to influence the thoughts of others, it made you remember the time Jimin told you about the things people were saying behind your back until you lost trust in everyone but him. Somehow, the whole ordeal of being gaslit really resonated with you, and you’re not even sure why. Jimin only did these things to protect you from others, you reason. You shouldn’t think like that - not when Jimin is the only person in this world who cares for you. Regretting what you just did, you beat yourself in the head with your fists in dismay. What kind of horrible person thinks these lies about the person who loves them more than anything?

The pain from your head and heart surrounded you in an agonizing heat as you began to cry, sitting down on your bed to text Jimin. You wanted him to come over, you wanted to tell him what you did and you wanted him to forgive you, so you could forgive yourself. He’d be able to tell your bad thoughts to go away, he’d be able to make you feel safe again. Jimin was right all along - the only thing you ever needed was him.

Artist at heart.

“Say ah~”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh my! Doll, you’re too pretty to be cursing.” Taehyung replies with a gasp, feigning shock as he places the caviar back on his plate. You roll your eyes and scoff. It’s usually a good thing if your boyfriend treats you like a priceless artifact, right? Well, not for you. Not when your boyfriend can actually place a price on you. $10,000 to be exact - $10,000 to a random thug so he could break the arms of the man who asked you for your number in the coffee shop.

“I heard about the man you hired, Tae. How many times will I tell you I’m not an object?”

“Everyone’s an object, doll.” Taehyung smirks, casually wiping his mouth with a linen napkin, “Some are just more...costly than others.”

You stare at the unbothered man in annoyance. His whole room was filled with original paintings, marbled statues, golden gadgets and silver trinkets. And in between it all, you had also started to feel like one of his art displays with the way he dressed you silk and bathed you in luxury - refusing to let others sully you by their dirty looks or touches. But then again, it isn’t too bad, you think as he brings the caviar and cream up to your lips yet again. He never hurts you - he’s never even raised his voice at you. You’re too precious for that, he says. And well, at least you’d never get injured or feel lonely with all the love and care he gives his possessions. So, with a sigh, you bite into the dessert he was offering you and watch him break out into a boxy grin.

He wasn’t so bad - just a little artist at heart.

Baby Boy?

(Are we surprised? No)

Your boyfriend was an enigma. Baby-faced, but with the body of Apollo. But he wasn’t just physically confusing. You had a hard time understanding him mentally as well. For one, he’d sternly tell you to do something but then get all teary-eyed if you dared say no. Then there were times where he’d swear he wasn’t jealous but he’d become green, red and purple at the mere mention of a guy in your life. In bed, he always preferred to be on top but the slightest pressure you applied turned him into a crying and whining bottom. You just didn’t get him, but it was definitely fun to press his buttons. It never occurred to you just how much you might enjoy making a tall-ass, jacked man into a whimpering and pouting mess, but you definitely enjoyed it nonetheless. Other girls would kill to be in your place, you were just so lucky. Everyday you’d get braver with your tests, whether it was flirting with other men or wearing skimpy outfits. His jealousy was endearing and his possessiveness made you squeal with glee. The bolder you became with your crusades, the more you failed to realize that everyone had their limit. And once they’re pushed past it, the consequences can be jarring. Especially if they’re someone as mysterious as Jungkook.

Then again, there was no better way to find out then to try. So keep trying him...just so we can see how lucky you truly are.

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A/N: I’m back I think? This is for the rock anon, I hope you like it doll ;). anyway i wrote it in an hour and i was telling myself not to make it basic and sht readers read like 100 times in this tag but whaddya know i failed. lmk what you think cause i need a compliment.❤

[fabricated-misslieness]

Edogawa Ranpo x ADA employee!gender neutral reader

Just some fluff, gets a little suggestive in the end.

Requested: No

Word Count: 848

Warnings: Suggested sex, if you don’t want to read anything like that, don’t read past the <><><> marker.

(y/n) sat on Ranpo’s chair, working away at their computer on Ranpo’s desk. He commanded (y/n) to stay there, and because he is the only one holding the Armed Detective Agency together, they just had to oblige.

That, and the two were dating. They’ve been sitting at his desk, which was previously covered in snacks, every day at work ever since Ranpo got comfortable enough in their relationship.

Ranpo was out on a job with the agency’s new member, Atsushi.

Usually, (y/n) would be his guide, seeing as they could stand his dense side far enough to actually date, live, and praise him everyday.

But Atsushi still had to learn a lot, even if he’d already guided him once before.

“I’m back!” Ranpo burst into the agency with Atsushi behind him, he was hunched over, meaning the young tiger still had to learn to stand Ranpo.

The employees called out a chorus of “Welcome back!” and “Good work out there!”.

“(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)!”

(y/n) pushed their chair back and scooted a bit forward on their chair, ready for Ranpo’s attack.

The short detective jumped on their lap, wrapping his legs around their hips and arms around their upper abdomen. His lover, in turn, put their hands on Ranpo’s hips and slightly on his butt, in case the snack-obsessed child fell off their lap.

“I bet you did a great job out there.” They said, rolling the chair forward so they could continue to work.

Ranpo pressed a peck on (y/n)’s lips.

Usually, he would lay his chin on (y/n)’s shoulder and then start eating snacks. Today, however, he pouted at (y/n), blocking their sight from their laptop.

It was a silent gesture saying “Praise me.” Used mostly in the sheets, but used nonetheless.

(y/n) laughed. “You’re the only one keeping this agency together, Ran-po-kun.” They said, breaking down his nickname in syllables. “Without you, we’d be a shambles.”

Ranpo laughed out loud, “That’s right!”

“That is right.” (y/n) laughed, pressing a kiss on the tip of his lover’s nose.

Despite being energetic, Ranpo lay his head on (y/n)’s shoulder and fell asleep, which was out of the ordinary.

(y/n) decided to ask Ranpo’s guide for the day, Atsushi, what happened rather than waking up the sleeping beauty laying on them. “Atsushi-kun.” They called out, motioning for the tiger to come over with a hand gesture.

Atsushi walked over, confused. “Why’s Ranpo tired today?” They asked.

“Oh.” Atsushi said. He was about to talk, but he stopped himself, glancing from (y/n)’s eyes to the sleeping form over said ADA member.

(y/n) noticed, smiling lightly. “Don’t worry, he’s a deep sleeper.”

“The suspect was running away. We were chasing him, more like, Ranpo was walking nearby while I was chasing him. But then we had to split up because I lost sight of him. So then Ranpo actually had to chase after him too.” Atsushi explained.

(y/n) nodded, patting Ranpo on the back like a baby. “Thank you, Atsushi-kun.”

“(n/n)?” The boy that was once deep in slumber shifted. He opened his eyes, analyzing his surroundings. Nothing he recognized.

It was dark, and somebody with a hood covering their face was carrying him.

He’s not being kidnapped, is he?

“Ah, Ranpo?” (y/n) pulled back their hood.

Ranpo breathed out a sigh of relief, happy he was in their arms. “What do you want for dinner?”

“I dunno, anything you cook is good.”

“Aww, thank you, Ranpo. Do you want me to drop you?” Ranpo’s legs were wrapped around (y/n)’s left leg, his arms wrapped around their torso, and (y/n)’s left arm under Ranpo’s butt to support him, like how you would carry a toddler.

Ranpo shook his head, then buried his face on the side of his lover’s neck.

“You’re such a baby.” Ranpo frowned, shaking his head furiously, though still buried in (y/n)’s neck, tickling them a little. “No!” He whined.

(y/n) laughed. “Yes, you are.”

<><><>

“But I top you in bed!”

Right when he said that, they arrived at their shared dormitory. Also right at that time, Tanizaki walked out of his dorm, hearing what Ranpo said.

He stood there, mouth slightly open, frozen at his spot.

(y/n) laughed at his expression, waving a dismissive hand at Tanizaki. “Don’t worry about it, Tanizaki-kun.”

(y/n) unlocked their door, putting Ranpo down so that he could put on house slippers.

Tanizaki was still frozen. “I’m the top, by the way.” They told Tanizaki.

If Tanizaki was an ice cube before he said that, he was a frozen lake now.

The pair finished their dinner. (y/n) was now laying on their shared futon, Ranpo was moving to turn off the ceiling light when he got an idea.

He straddled (y/n)’s hips, not turning off the light.

“Oh, Ranpo?” (y/n) moved their eyes from whatever was distracting them.

“I’ll show you, I’m not a baby.”

Ranpo woke up, scowling. He rolled over to face his lover, his ass hurting in the process. “I was supposed to top yesterday.” He muttered to himself, not realizing that (y/n) was actually awake.

“Oh, were you?"

[beanie-beebo-writes]

Unnoticed

Dean x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: Slight mention of vomit, grossness of a full on catharsis, detailed description of depression/self-wallowing

Summary: The reader has been hiding their demons around others for as long as they’ve known, but one surprise sends them tumbling down. With a little pushing from the Winchesters, they finally have to face them head on.

You were okay, you always had to be okay. It wasn't like anyone cared, right? Why would they? You were a miserable, self loathing, steaming pile of unwanted baggage. Everyone always had something more important to worry about, and it was never you. Everyday, you would plaster on the most genuine smile you could muster, and went about your day, not that anyone would give it much notice anyway. When you felt that reserve crack, you ran elsewhere before anyone could notice. You had already burdened the boys enough throughout the years, so why add on?

It was a day like any other. You had rolled out of bed around 5:45 AM, usually before everyone else. If it had been the day of a hunt, you would quickly dust yourself off and put on a show. But on "normal" days like today, you had some leeway. You could quietly cry in the shower if you wanted to and no one would notice your blotchy face. You could slowly seep into your coffee and imagine what today's antics would look like. Hell, you could even sleep in... If your body gave you that chance anyway.

You were mid-cup of the way through your morning routine (which today was self-wallowing at 6) before Sam's sudden appearance almost made you spit out your stale coffee. You rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath before settling yourself into your usual chipper role.

"You're up early." He said, fixing himself a light breakfast.

"Yeah uh, couldn't sleep." You said.

"Everything alright?" He asked, sleep still evident in his voice.

You swallowed a small lump in your throat. "Yeah, I just had a case of the "night after a hunt" syndrome; nothing new."

"Alright. Well, I'm here if you want to talk."

"Thanks, I'm good though. Nothing I haven't handled before."

Sam nodded, looking up to a drowsy Dean padding into the kitchen, clad in his usual grey robe.

"Damn you guys are loud." He said, still blinking the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry." You said sheepishly.

"Cooking up anything good?" Dean asked.

"We usually don't start pancakes until nine." Sam said.

"Well, I mean, I figured... Never mind." Dean said.

Thankfully, the rest of breakfast was mostly just sounds of enjoyment as caffeine slowly simmered into your veins. You had finished off your mug and excused yourself to the bathroom before anyone else could have the chance to use it. Upon examining your rough appearance in the mirror, you sharply exhaled and allowed yourself to deflate. Mornings were never a charming look on anyone, unless if you were a Winchester of course, but you appeared even less flattering than usual. Your unusually puffy eyelids drooped and your dark bags were even more prominent than usual. It looked like you hadn't slept in weeks, which was a half-truth, nonetheless.  Even with a fake smile, today was going to need a miracle to be survivable.

You were caught off guard, something that almost never happened. For some reason this time, you couldn't shake it off as quick as usual. It could have been the fact that this last hunt reminded you of how your life used to be. The life you had before it was ripped away, just like this family's. You blinked back tears and tried to force a smile. For once, it was the hardest thing you had to do.

You were scarce throughout the day, blaming it on not sleeping well when the boys called. You had hoped no one would catch on, but for once, you felt they did. The facts laid right in front of them, and no matter how far you drove, you couldn't hide. After going out for a supply run late afternoon, you decided it to be safe to return to your room before anyone could notice. As a plus, you could keep the lights off in your room and sit alone. You knew eventually the boys would notice you had returned by a simple check in the garage, and would likely peek into your room as a reassurance. You had some time before that, as you knew Sam and Dean like the back of your hand. For now, you stared at the ceiling and ruminated until your energy melted away. You didn't even bother to look at the clock before you had slipped unconscious. 

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You awoke to a burning light at the back of your eyelids, causing you to groan in annoyance. Upon opening your eyes and painfully lifting your head, you noticed someone had opened your door. Usually it wasn't left ajar, especially when the boys knew you were asleep. You made an attempt to get up and close it, but had resorted to laying stiffly in discomfort after numerous attempts. It wasn't really a surprise that your body disobeyed you, again. Yet again, it had been a while since you had felt this terrible. You sighed and rubbed your face frustratedly.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but the boys hadn't answered your calls to close the door. Every scenario possible began to run through your head, and you no longer worried about your body's act of rebellion. After frantically searching the halls, you wound up in the kitchen. Sam and Dean were just lounging around, as if you hadn't been calling for them. You would be fuming if it weren't for your mind still running in five million different directions.

"Hey, everything all good?" Dean asked.

"I... uh. Yeah. Peachy. You guys didn't hear me calling?" You asked, out of breath.

"No? Why, what's wrong?" Dean asked.

"Nothing, just noticed you left my door open." You said.

"Okay, how are you?" Sam asked suddenly.

"I'm fine now, just annoyed. Why?" You answered.

"You mind telling the truth this time?" Sam asked.

"What?" You asked.

"You can kill the act, (Y/N)." Dean said.

"What act? You lost me." You said.

"This one. The one you're trying to pull right now." Dean said, standing up.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You said.

"I think you do." Sam said.

Had they had caught on?

"If you think me calling out for you two, and getting worried when you don't answer, is me pulling an act, then you need to reevaluate." You said.

"You think that's what this is about?" Dean said. "We didn't answer because we knew you would come find us anyway. It's not like you would have gotten out of bed any other way. We need to talk."

You were at a dead end, and there wasn't really a way you knew how to escape. Your last saving grace would be to tuck and run in the other direction.

"About? It's probably pretty late, and unless if the world is at stake again, I would like to go back to bed." You said. "I'm sure you two could hold off for a few hours, unless if of course you truly need me. I'm still kind of worn out from yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Dean asked.

"The hunt? The rougaru? I don't know about you guys, but after being half thrown down two flights of stairs, I'm still kind of worn out. And don't even get me started on food." You said.

"(Y/N), today is Tuesday." Sam stated.

"..What?" You asked quietly.

"Hun, the hunt was on Saturday. Today is Tuesday." Dean said

You felt your stomach drop and the room began to sway nauseously.

"So why don't you sit down," Dean continued, guiding you to the table. You had not even noticed he had made his way over to you. "Have a sandwich, and we'll talk this over, huh?"

You blinked, not daring to look anyone in the eyes. They had to be playing some sort of sick joke on you. That, or you were going insane. There's no way you could have slept for almost three days, surely you would have woken up at least a few times. Even at your worst, the longest you could be under was around 8 hours. Although, you were absolutely famished, almost more nauseous at the thought of food, more so than the other day. Dean sat next to you as Sam went to prepare a quick meal. You creased your brow while trying at to look as stable as you possibly could at this given moment.

"Enough of the mind games, you had your fun. What's this really about?" You asked.

"(Y/N), this isn't us messing with you." Dean said.

"And I know you're not lying how?"

Dean pulled his phone from his pocket and lit up the lockscreen. In a big bold font, the time read 10:21 pm. The date beneath? Tuesday November 24th. Dean wasn't up to date on newer technology, so there was no way he, himself could have pulled this off. If Sam had so even touched his phone, Dean would never live with himself. They were serious.

New tactic, complete avoidance.

Dean put a warm hand on your back, causing you to shiver lightly. "So what's really going on, (Y/N)?"

You just stared at the patterns on the wooden table, knowing he would just continue to pester until you answered anyway, or at least until you could will yourself to come up with something believable.

"Talk to me. We can't help you unless you spill." Dean said.

You remained silent as your insides quaked in fear; you were so far off the map now, you didn't know your way back. You knew if you uttered a single sound, that was it for you. The fasaad would crumble, and no one would be there to pick up the pieces, not even you. You'd gone this far without them knowing, and you knew that it was better that way. There's only one way this ended every time, with either them looking at you like the broken mess you were, or abandoning you like everyone else. You felt Dean's soft hands turn your head towards him, and you quickly averted your eyes before you broke.

"(Y/N),"

You felt the emotions bubble inside you; you didn't dare speak.

"Hey." Dean lowered his head to meet your gaze.

That was all it took. You closed your eyes to block out Dean's expression, willing your mind to stop. Tears leaked from your now scrunched eyes like a cracked basin. Dean sighed and pulled you to his chest. You sank even lower, crying so hard that snot began to mix into the falling tears. You couldn't hold back, you were too far gone. You felt Dean's chest vibrate, but couldn't hear anything over the agonizing pain. It was a pain you tucked away for so long; you couldn't stop if you tried. Your stomach churned with every sob, only adding to the turmoil. Your body began to rock gently with Dean's as the pain continued to roll out in waves. Everything was so messy, and yet he still held you as you fell apart. Even though he had no idea what was wrong, he just sat there. After what seemed like forever, your shuddering breaths evened out slightly. You sat up and looked disgustingly at the front of Dean's shirt.

"Don't worry, I've got more." Dean joked lightly.

You apprehensively looked at his eyes, not failing to notice the crease between his brow or the gloss in his eyes. Your stomach lurched. You scrambled towards the hallway before retching violently onto the linoleum floors. Before more bile could make its way out, you stumbled into the bathroom, still turning your stomach inside out the whole way. By the time you had tripped and practically crawled to the toilet, there was nothing left to bring up. Your cheeks flushed in both embarrassment and overexertion as you realized two pairs of footsteps had trailed behind you.

"Leave." You rasped.

"(Y/N)-"

"No, I will not let you see this side of me. Leave." You cried.

"Sammy," Dean began.

He then communicated something to Sam you could not hear, and crouched down beside you.

"Don't," You said. "I can't afford to lose you too."

"We aren't leaving, (Y/N). We're still here."

You sniffled, gagging at the taste in your mouth. "For now."

You spat and brought up some more bile before weakly resting on the toilet.

"Take a deep breath for me," Dean said softly. "I need you to calm down."

"Why, so you can leave me outside without causing a scene?" You huffed.

"You do realize even if I wanted to, we are in the middle of nowhere. There would be no scene to make." Dean said.

Your stomach dropped again, causing you to dry heave. Dean gently placed a hand on your back.

"Hey," He said, hoping you would turn his attention to him. "That's not what I meant. You do know we've known something has been off for a while, right? So if we wanted to kick you to the curb, we would have done so already."

"How long have you known?" You asked, your voice breaking.

"About a few months now. I don't know how long this has been going on, but I wished we had said something sooner." Dean said.

"What, that you don't want me?" You asked.

"No, God no, of course not. I know you don't see it, but you're one of the strongest people I know. To have something unseen going on and still acting like everything is okay around everyone else? That takes strength. You don't have to put a face on for us, I know you better than you think." Dean said.

"No, you don't."

"Well then, enlighten me."

You bit your lip and looked over to Dean. Now without a lot of those emotions from before crowding your mind, you began to see some things for how they really were. Dean wasn't angry. His expression was filled with concern, with love. He wasn't pushing you away. Even at Sam's worst, Dean always came back. So why would it be any different for you? You were practically family; the only thing not tying that knot, was the absence of a ring on your finger.

"It's..It's a lot." You said.

"No matter how much it is, I'm here. I will be here to listen. And if you aren't ready to talk right now, that's okay. I just want you to know that I always have and always will be here." Dean said as he leaned over to flush the toilet.

"Even if you can't handle it? Or me?" You asked.

"Honey, I've handled God himself. There's nothing I can't handle." Dean said with a smirk.

"..Even if it's years of unresolved trauma?" You asked, squinting one of your eyes nervously.

"Even that, yes. Although, I think Sam might be better equipped in that department." Dean admitted. "But, that doesn't mean I will support you any less. Even if I get frustrated, it's only because I care, so much."

You smiled and practically toppled Dean to the floor. Luckily, his cat-like reflexes saved the both of you from tumbling down. He giggled and returned your tight embrace. After a few beats, you looked up.

"So, you ready to face this together?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." You said. "I guess."

"That's the (Y/N) I know. Now, let's say we have some toast or something. What do you say?" Dean said, pulling the two of you off the floor.

For the first time in a while, you smiled; you really smiled. Not everything felt right, but deep down, you could at least trust the words of a Winchester.

"Yeah, that sounds good." You said.

Dean beamed and rested a hand on your lower back as the two of you followed the aroma of freshly fried grilled cheese.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Nine | Dating Tense! (Part 2 of 3)

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Though your sense of amiability and acumen have warped themselves since last weekend, you feel some of that patience and kindness return when Toriel greets you into her new home, the scent of food and her smile soothing whatever anger you had prior to ringing her doorbell.

Sans gestures for you to go ahead first despite him being the most familiar with her and the most affected by the rain, but you persist in your manners and tell him to go change out of his clothes first and foremost. Though they're now dry from how long it's been since he got rained on, it's still evident and necessary for him to change out of them with how tired and disheveled he looks, wrinkled up clothes, slouched posture, and a tired gaze combining to make him look sleep-deprived. “I have a change of clothes in my car,” you say, offering him an abashed smile. “It’s a work uniform and probably a little too big for you, but…” You trail off and feel your face turn warm; remembering all his failed attempts at flirting with you doesn’t help with your situation. “You can still use them, if you want to.”

“It’s cool.” He keeps a neutral expression despite noticing how reluctant you'd acted with him just now, levels different from how you were with him back in your car. “I’m here pretty often, so I’ve gotta change of clothes or two stocked up. And I also gotta go pick up Papyrus first, so I’ll just freshen up after I’m done with that." 

"You should still shower and change first." You frown at the thought of him driving out in the rain again, without rest or care over himself. "It doesn't matter if you dried off or not! You'll get sick if you don't take care of yourself first." You give him your car keys, your umbrella, and take off the suit of your uniform, giving him all three items as you add, “Ditch the jacket and wear this once you’re done freshening up.”

“Thanks,” he says after a while, voice quiet and gaze barely capable of looking straight at you without faltering. “But the keys ain’t really necessary. I can use my-”

“I insist.” You push the keys further into his hand, making him hold yours for just a second before you pull away. “Now go.”

• • •

The first thing Toriel gives you after Sans drives off in your car is a big hug and a firm hold on your shoulders, eyes facing yours with concern. "How… How are you feeling?" she asks, smile changing for a faint frown as she lets go and gestures for you to pass through. Your persistence on not doing that until you were sure Sans followed your suggestions had led to some small talk between you and her while you waited, but only talking about everyday matters and without being nowhere near as personal as she’s being with you right now, whatever concerns she’d been having since your hospitalization showing up now. "Lunch is ready, if you would like to eat now!"

How considerate she's being makes you regret the thought of bringing up the topic you discussed with Sans regarding her once wanting to adopt Frisk. You don't want to point fingers nor hurry into it yet, but there's something about her telling you she'd just finished picking Frisk early due to the stormy weather and that they’re currently sleeping at a bedroom made especially for them that makes jealousy spike within you. The thought of her being a better parent than you makes your stomach queasy and weakens your once tolerant mindset along with the strength of the promise you made of hearing the monsters' perspective before making any rash or abrupt decisions.

"There's no rush," you reply, smiling at her. "I can wait. I'm feeling okay, and I think it would be better if we all ate together instead.” 

You enter her home, welcomed by a near replica of her old one at the Ruins -- a great contrast from her former, minimalist apartment. Her new place is just as big as the one at the Underground, and with a similar colour scheme of mostly beiges and yellows, too. The only difference is the layout and furniture of the living room, decorated with two large couches and a small television, but even then the compact kitchen and the hallway leading off to more rooms seem similar to her old home. 

You sit down with her and toy with the sleeve of your shirt as you try to bring yourself to say something before engaging in any other, friendlier conversation with her -- beyond your small talk about how she and Frisk were doing while you were busy with work. "Would it be…" You hesitate; fear over being tactless makes you bite back your tongue. "Would it be alright with you to talk about something, well… kind of personal?” you ask, meeting her eyes. “The tour last weekend left me with some doubts, so I'd like to clear them out, if possible."

She looks at you with furrowed brows and a small smile, as if you’ve asked her something obvious. “Of course it’s fine, (L/N),” she replies, shifting closer to you as she lays a hand over yours, hers fluffy and much warmer in comparison to a human’s. “What is it? Is it about what-”

Your talk is postponed before it can even begin properly, whatever she was about to ask you held back as you both move your attention to the new and old faces that enter the living room.

Papyrus is here, along with Sans, who -- clearly telling the truth about how weak his magic was when unprovoked -- now looks as exhausted as you often felt after a long shift at work. Even so, he doesn’t let that stop him from walking to your side and giving you your keys and suit jacket back. “Thanks for lendin’ me your car, pal,” he says, almost wobbling when he takes a step back. “Have you talked that stuff out with Tori yet?”

“Not yet,” you say, smile fading and forehead scrunching up when you get a better look at how different he seems compared to barely a while ago. “But should you really be worrying about that right now? You look exhausted!” You frown when you notice he looks twice -- if not, thrice -- as worse as he did when leaving to go find Papyrus. The time on your phone states it hasn’t even been thirty minutes since he drove off, so you wonder if he’d used any additional magic to make his trip shorter along the way.

“I’ll be fine. Just needa sleep a lil’ and I’ll be good as-”

Cards reversed, it’s now your turn to catch him when he stumbles again.

Before he can even say something in objection to your actions, you carry him off to the couch across from the one you and Toriel were sitting on and lay him there. “Rest for a bit.” You press the back of your hand against his cheekbone and check his temperature, felt considerably low compared to how warm he was on the few occasions when you hugged each other. “A shower and a change of clothes won’t do you any good if you don’t rest.”

"Didn't think I'd be gettin' my own, personal doctor today," he comments, returning to his brazen self despite how tired his voice sounds.

"Now's not the time for that, bonehead." You glare at him and press him back down when he tries to sit up. "Sleep, or I'll knock you unconscious myself."

Thankfully, he doesn't push further and does as told, falling asleep in the blink of an eye.

• • •

Try as you might, it becomes impossible for the good mood left behind since arriving at Toriel's place to stay intact.

Having nothing left to do but wash dishes and later wait for the rain to clear up made you gather the needed courage to ask her over that particular subject, yet you’re pretty sure you came off as rash at one point in beginning with the conversation. “Why did you want to adopt Frisk without knowing if they had fallen intentionally or not? And why didn’t you ask them if they had a family waiting for them before they went on a journey and broke the Barrier?” were reasonable and simple enough questions, though there was much left to be said about your tone and you adding, “Do you know how… how awful it felt when I was told you wanted to take them as your child, at one point?”

Three hours.

Only three hours into arriving at her new home, and yet your relationship with her was already becoming about as tense as Sans’s after your nearly ten hour long tour.

"I did not intend to take Frisk away from you, and I would have never asked them that, had I known they were missing you just as much as you were," the goat lady says, a smile showing through, though made pained by the furrow in her brow and teary eyes. "But I would still like to keep seeing them, if you allow me to." She breathes in. "And now that you require a babysitter, I can and would gladly continue to look after them while you work. They are very dear to me, and I cannot bear to never see them again." She breathes sharply again, holding back her gloom through those means. "I understand you may not trust us, but please do get to know us before you make your judgment, and perhaps then you will… understand we only want what's best for you and your child."

Calm down.

That’s a phrase you continue to repeat to yourself before opening your mouth again.

Nonetheless, you fail in doing that and come back at her with, "And couldn't you think like that back when your kind decided to attack them -- wanting what's best instead of letting them go alone, just like that?" You cross your arms tight and dismiss any thoughts about your missed meeting once more, too caught up with the current situation to give mind to your job. "I was told many of your kind attacked Frisk for little to no reason. And then I decided to ask about what that sentry job implied, and I find out Sans was actually meant to kill any human who crossed him?" You try not to let your voice grow loud, yet thoughts over losing Frisk and the desperation you went through searching for them all around the map make you livid. You're tearing up yourself, yet you prove unable to compose yourself like Toriel does, letting these stain your cheeks. "You expect me to trust a guy like him, when all that kept him from killing my child was Karma and a… a supposed promise he made to someone else? Do you expect me to trust him when- when he could've done the same to me, or anyone else of my kind? How can you expect me to stay calm, when your kind acted badly in their own way?"

You're full-on crying now, pent-up worries of the days you spent on a relentless, fruitless search over Frisk almost making you wobble to the ground; your wit and sheer want to be strong are what prevent you from showing it. You cover your face with your hands while guilt and doubts enter your mind. Your knees are frail, though some of that stress is let out through a heavy huff, and your hands let go when you compose yourself more. "I thought Frisk hated me, a- and that's why they ran off." You feel a hand place itself right on top of your head, careful yet attempting to soothe you further. "I thought I'd done something wrong, or that I… That I failed as a parent. But then…” You shudder the next time you breathe out. “Then Brenda calls me and says something important happened. And- And next thing I know, Frisk shows up in the news!"

While the current hand is fluffy, the next one causes you to jolt back up into guard. Its bony feel on your shoulder makes you shake it off and face the one responsible with cold, narrowed eyes. 

When you see it's Papyrus, you hold back and face him with gentler eyes, a frown replacing your anger. "I'm thankful for what you all did to look after Frisk while I wasn't around, but I still can't… I really still can't overlook what Asgore wanted to do to my kind, or what he ordered Sans and... and other monsters to do." You breathe in, chest heaving and shuddering again when letting that same breath out. “H- Hate me if you will, but I... I need time to understand the reasons behind all of this."

Too weak to stand any longer, Papyrus takes note of that himself and helps you off to the couch, where Sans still rests at. His usage of what little magic he had left in him shows through how slumped his sitting posture is and how his eye sockets are half-lidded as he tries not to fall asleep. He straightens and scoots away, leaving you with more than plenty of space for you to sit down beside him.

"(L/N)," the taller one says, keeping a hand on your shoulder and bringing you to stare at him. "We do not hate you. What we want is for you to hear us out and understand we mean no harm any longer." He pulls back, gaze knitted as sympathy shows on his smile. "I was once meant to capture any human who crossed on over to Snowdin, and as you said, Sans was meant to… to end them." He stops, smile fading. "So your worry and panic are understandable. I do not expect you to forgive and forget, but I do ask you to please listen to what we have to say and try to understand the rather… complicated relationship humans and monsters used to have."

It’s been more than an hour since your meeting ended, yet the rain's still pouring strong and the news station left to play on the television is already reporting over nearby routes being flooded by what now has to be a tropical storm. Frisk is still sleeping in the goat lady's bedroom, helping make the situation a bit easier for you to manage with. Though -- at the thought of being stuck with the monsters for what you assume is going to be a long, long while -- you sigh, trying to regain both strength and calm alike. 

"Been rainin' a lot since we left the Underground," Sans comments, a tired slur to his words. He's changed the topic completely, helping you with the process. "Think this's really connected to us? A lotta people've been blamin' monsters for it."

"I think it's silly they'd blame you for it," you reply, finding more ease in the topic. "There was a heavy drought not long before Frisk fell to the Underground, so I think it was to expect we'd have even heavier rains soon." Surprisingly, he offers you a napkin, avoiding the touch of hands by pulling away as quickly as his magic-worn state allows him to. "Thank you." You pat at your tears and wipe your face clean, stopping when you hear muffled laughter coming from him.

"...What?" you ask, facing the skeleton with a raised brow.

That only makes him break down more, though he contains himself to reply with, "Nothin'."

You hear Papyrus huff and see him stand next to you. He offers a mirror out to you, something you reject when you tell him you have one with you. "Sans, now's not the time for this!" he exclaims, hands on his hips. "You'll never gain (L/N)’s trust if you continue to disrupt every single opportunity you have for it!"

While listening to their argument, you see Toriel's sadness vanish right on par with yours. You look at yourself in the mirror, holding back a laugh of your own when you see two large circles surrounding your eyes, with a colour blatantly opposite to the (s/t) shade(s) of your skin. It makes you look similar to a panda, though you try not to appear humoured by it. 

"Frisk fell for that at the Underground," Sans comments, snickering when his brother finally stops scolding him. "And now you." His grin widens, posture straightening more and tiredness being replaced with merriment. "I've said it once and I'll say it again: like parent, like child." 

Whatever form of retaliation you're about to direct at Sans is stopped when you see the door of the living room slam open, in entering two women, and both soaked from head to toe. Alphys is the first one you recognize at a quick glance while the taller one takes you longer to distinguish with how little you knew about her still. Neither of the two seem bothered over being drenched, Undyne being the one who grins and sighs in relief, later commenting about how refreshing the rain feels. Alphys takes in the feeling for some time, though she removes her lab coat and shoes, wringing herself out before stepping into the living room. When the other woman's done, her eye falls on you, immediately growing as her smile does the same, sharp teeth baring themselves in excitement.

"Is that the one you told me about, Alph?" she asks, voice booming throughout the house. "You're right. They're just like Frisk described them to us, and just as cute as those pictures on the news!"

You hear Sans hiss out an 'ooh', and hear him speak right after with a muttered, "Bad move, Undyne."

He's not wrong.

Having experienced more than enough of Sans's flirting for the past few days, hearing yet another monster comment over you in a flattering manner is unwelcomed. Consequently, you stand up and face the two with your trademark pose: frowning, brow narrowed, and with your arms firmly crossed. "Nice to meet you, miss Undyne." You spare a look at Alphys, who jolts at the intensity of your stare. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), Frisk's primary care parent. Though I'm sure you know that already." You offer a hand out to her, reminding yourself to be polite. "I believe I have questions as to why you thought it acceptable to chase my child at the Underground, even when they were deemed to have caused no harm to your kind."

She takes your hand, and a more serious look takes her over when she nods. "I'm afraid that was a job assigned to me for being part of the Royal Guard, (miss/mister) (L/N)."

You shake her hand, nodding back. "And I'm afraid you'll have to explain that to me then, miss Undyne.” You take a pause. “Apologies for being so quick about this, but I… I want nothing but the best for Frisk, and so I still have to get to know their monster friends better to understand what this is all about." 

When the handshake's over, you both take a step back, facing each other with stern gazes. "In the end, I believe it's my right as a parent to decide whether or not it's safe for Frisk to keep being friends with you." You pause, reflect, and make sure to add your next comment, wanting to be clear with everyone around you, "And not because of your race, but because of your actions."

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“Harry! Hurry up, they’re almost here!”

You were rushing in the kitchen, trying to get everything in decent sized platters and on the table as soon as possible. You had made the mistake of waking up later than usual, and you immediately rushed out of bed, heading straight to the kitchen when you saw him cooking.

He was shirtless as per usual. Hair a mess, but nonetheless, messy hair looked good on him. And he was in his boxers, telling you that he hasn’t been up for long. His back was facing you, and you had walked slowly towards him as you watched the muscles flex with every movement, making your knees weak.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his soft back. “Morning. Why didn’t you wake me?” You kiss his skin, making it rise with goosebumps.

He turned around in your arms and looked down at you, flashing his lazy smile, confirming that he had literally just woken up. “Goodmorning, darling.” His pet name for you had plastered a big smile, showing so much love you have for him. “You look beautiful when you sleep. Plus, I wanted to help out. Know you’ll be running around before they arrive.”

He was right because you were doing exactly that.

“Harry! Hurry up, they’re almost here!” You call out from the kitchen.

“Darling, you know everything doesn’t have to be set up right when they get here, so please just slow down.” He kisses your temple, and for a second you felt yourself relax, but that was just for a quick second.

“I know. I just want everything ready when they get here so I don’t have to worry about anything.” He softly says an ‘okay’, knowing there was no point in getting you to calm down.

“So, what can I do to help? Put the sauce in this?” He holds up a saucer cup, but you instantly snatch it from him.

“And have you ruin your expensive shirt? Not happening.” You shake your head.

“Oh, come on! Let me help you out please?” He pouts, giving his best puppy eyes.

“Oh please! Quit that!” You swore it was like living with a four year old. He didn’t change his face, grabbing your arm and blinking furiously. “Ugh! Fine. Set the table and get the casserole out of the oven. My back hurts.”

Harry’s face went back to normal and proceeded to kiss your cheek, which you still smiled at, chuckling at his behavior.

The table was set, and the food had already been transferred onto nicer and bigger plates that were set on the table. Everyone was starting to arrive, saying hi to each other, going straight for drinks, and taking their seats at the table.

“So, why’d you call all of us here?” Gemma asks, and you know her suspicion had been high ever since she got the call from Harry when he asked you were having a big dinner.

“Nothing. Just wanted the whole family to get together again.” She eyes you suspiciously, and you mentally curse, knowing she’s too smart to be put through any games.

Everyone was there right in front of you. Minny and her family, Anne and Gemma, and your mom. Everyone you needed was right there. Food and bowls were passed around and across the long table in the dining room, and everytime you looked up, Harry would be looking right at you.

He would always put up a front saying that he should sit right next to you when you have family dinners instead of across from you. ‘It’s a long distance away from you’ he would say, making you chuckle and telling him that he can survive an hour of dinner without him right next to you.

After everyone was comfortable and settled with their plate of food, Jenny stood up from her seat and raised her glass. “A toast. To everyone in this room and my husband, who is not here, but with us, always. To Whitney’s number one fan.”

“To Whitney’s number one fan!” The entire table yelled out before sipping from their glasses.

You caught Jenny’s eye and smiled before mouthing ‘I love you’ to her and her doing the same. The amount of strength your mother had was admirable, and you had always hoped you would amount to her strength and kind heart everyday.

The conversations had flowed throughout the table as they laughed and ate the food you and Harry had prepared.. And you were happy. Happy with the people that were in the room. The people that you surround yourself with. And you thought, ‘this is the perfect time.’

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out. The whole room went silent, conversations were ended, and you were filled with anxiousness; thinking of what they might say and how they’re going to react. But then everyone gasped and started cheering. Smiles went all around the room as they walked up to you and hugged you, asking you ‘how long?’ and telling you how happy they were to get a baby in the family.

You were filled with joy by how they reacted, but the only reaction you were worried about was the one across the room.

You hadn’t even told Harry before announcing it to the whole group, and you figured you would surprise him as well. But so many thoughts ran through your head, thinking he was going to be angry with you for not telling him in private.

Your eyes had remained on his, and his, yours. He was in so much shock that he hadn’t realized the people around him were hugging him as his eyes never left yours. Yours were glossy from nerves, but happiness that the news was out.

His family had finally given him some space as they went on hugging each other, and discussing gender and baby names. He started walking towards you, and before he could speak, you beat him to it.

“Harry, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, nor did I tell you when we were alone. I was just thinking that it’ll be nice to surprise you, like really surprise you, but I wasn’t thinking. I-” your rambling was cut off by his lips as they met yours. You were shaking in his hold, but soon calmed down as his tongue met yours, making you weak. You could have fallen right then and there, but his strong arms held you up, and therefore, you were grateful. He pulled away, breathless and speechless. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not, my darling. How could I ever be mad when I’m the absolute happiest guy in the world right now.” His smile was beaming so bright that it could provide light into your house for hours.

“Thank goodness. I thought you would want me to tell you when we were alone.” You felt a sense of relief run through your rest that eased your shoulders.

“You could tell me in the movie theatre, and I would scream and cry, not caring if we were supposed to be quiet. Could care less where you told me.” You tippytoe to peck his lips. “So, we’re having a baby. You’re really having my baby.” You nod, happy tears coming down your face as you hug him tight, burying your head in his chest as he cradles you.

You look around the room and see everyone with excited smiles on their faces and their eyes filled with fondness for a baby that’s not even born yet. This was it. This is your life.

You had always wondered how your life became to this. You were so utterly grateful for what was given to you. Everyone around you was your greatest treasure.

A two years ago, you wouldn’t have known if Harry was going to be in your life again. But a trip to the lake house brought you two together. The kiss under the canyon moon ignited a spark in you, giving you a sign that you couldn’t do life without him.

After you had shown up on his doorstep the minute you got back to the city after the trip, he had let you in without hesitation. You two had talked a lot because things needed to be spoken about, and it was the start of working your way back into a relationship and trusting each other again.

You started going on dates and letting him take you out, and it wasn’t awkward for a second; the connection had always been there from the start. After a month of dating again, you had let him do unspoken things to your body that involved his mouth and tongue, guiding you to pleasure. And of course, you wanted to reciprocate, but Harry being the gentleman he is, told you it was about you. But a week after, he had let you pleasure him to his high.

A year later, he proposed. He took you on a weekend trip, telling you to take Thursday and Friday off of work. He drove you down to a lake house, and you weren’t surprised when you entered the route with trees and the woods surrounding the road. It was a romantic getaway that you both needed, but after dinner one night, he took you to the back where twinkled lights were hung up under the stars and the moon. He got down on one knee and said an entire speech about how much he loves you and how much he needs you in his life, that you can recite back to anyone if they asked. Of course, you said yes, and he took you—carried you back inside and made love to you all night on a blanket in front of the fireplace.

You and Harry got married three months after he proposed. You had told him the idea of not wanting a big wedding, just your usual people and some friends. Harry had thrown the idea of getting married at Lina and Dan’s lake house, and you wrapped your arms around his body while kissing his face, telling him you loved the idea. Of course, Lina and Dan agreed, how could they not when their second daughter was getting married. It didn’t take long to get decorations or tables; you really only needed about 4 big tables since there were only 25 people going. Caterer was handled by Anne since her friend was in the catering business. Everyone was happy to help, and you and Harry were entirely grateful for it because you wanted to call him your husband already and vice versa. And when that day came, it was magical.

Under the canyon moon was when it all started again, so you two said ‘I do’ when the moon was bright enough to shine (along with big lights that were set in the back), sealing your lifetime together as one.

You look up at Harry, not disconnecting your bodies that are pushed up together. He looks down at you with tears in his eyes that have fallen down his face.

“I’m home, baby.”

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