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[moonshynecybin]

what are your favorite aus you’ve ever come up with?

GOOD question i've churned out quite a few and i dont think i've ever lumped em together... uh full disclosure a lot of my fav aus were collabs or asks sent by my lovely mutuals :) they rule and are probably my faves so i'll lead with those

FCO: forced coming out au... she's maina @kingofthering and i's baby. marc and vale caught fucking in an alleyway a few months after the sepang fallout and vale comes forward to fake date marc in order to keep him from losing his ride... very much about the violence of fame and vale sort of using his influence with the media to PROTECT marc rather than harm him. a fun time with lots of fraught fake dating your ex situations. visuals here

same age au: elle @lestelledreams dropped this in my lap because shes a genius ! and two fics on ao3 were written about it which is CRAZY. basic premise is how it sounds: marc marquez is born in 1979 and they spend their early years doing a very codependent little rivalry/first love dance that gets cracked the fuck open right around the time of marc's arm injury. sweet and very y2k and very about them being stupid overly-competitve teens with REALLY different vibes and sort of. only being able to identify with each other i love it a lot

kayaking/whitewater au: niche sport forever i think about her all the time. kind of my own way to excise some personal feelings as a girl who quit doing a death sport as a teen and then kind of continued working in the same industry as said deathsport and who's brother's lack of little danger voice in his head wrt to the sport reads very marc to me. also im tortured because i simply think they would be very good at it. marc let me get you in a half-slice hard boat pspspsps... and tbh they just fit the vibe. need vale to meet an old man kayaker its the fookin same

reporter au: yayyyyy i love mess. this one is more about saw trapping these fools im like hmm what would hurt marc a LOT. oh never being able to ride only being able to interact with the sport from the other side of the proverbial glass. what would hurt vale a LOT. oh being in love with a REPORTER. lots of half chances and repressed anger and being kind of damaged so you blow your relationships the fuck up. also a sepang-esque scenario that dials in on marc's vindictive streak through it all which i enjoy. my wife is a bitch.

teen mom au: marc with a liddle baby. vale being kind of psycho. what more could you want

bridgerton au: their weird older sibling slay and repressed freak ass horny selves. thank you.

proximity au and emotional bond transference: theres a post missing from this tag and i cant find it :( anywayssss if they arent gonna feel empathy towards each other im going to MAKE them as a sort of benevolent god

amnesia au: i think about this one literally all the time. time travel too its like. the fantasy of erasing their past. for BOTH of them. reset button. but the thing is you CANT... and maybe you dont even WANT to.... also a marc saw trap bc SO much has changed for him…

fantasy au: i think marc would look hot in a doublet and the academy guys as a sort of. fail knights of the roundtable is good 2 me. fun exploration of marc and injury in many ways just add some swords and class dynamics

anastasia au: one of the OGs. don bluth animation.....

threesome au: :3333 lets get nasty.. actually theres two :3

[beabatiny]

𓇼 𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘍𝘪𝘤 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘌𝘱.𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𓇼 𓆞 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𓆞 𓇼 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴/𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴/𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𓇼 𓇼 𝘰𝘵8/𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 07:30 pm - @woncon idol!poly!yunwoosan x gn!reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 08:00 - @mimikittysblog husband!poly!yunsan x wife!reader (timestamp) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 21:40 - @mimikittysblog poly!ot8 x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 23:55 - @mimikittysblog poly!ot8 x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Alien In My Living Room - @potatomountain alien!hongjoong x reader x cowboy!san (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘬𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 [ 20.08 ] - @yizhou-time mafia!hongjoong x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 A Little Friendly Competition - @snwusberry dad!hongjoong x mom!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 A Momma’s Boy - @acciocriativity idol!hongjoong x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 After School Discipline [Part One] [Part Two] - @wwooyology professor!hongjoong x reader (two-parts) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Beginning Of The End [Part One] [Part Two] - @yeomongi bf!hongjoong x reader (two-parts) 𓈒𓏸 𓇼 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 Cherry Lemons [Part One] [Part Two] - @altxrrmelancholy biker!seonghwa x reader (two-parts) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Corrupted Thoughts - @planet-hwa roommate!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Embarrassingly Cute - @xuchiya non-idol!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Head Over Heels - @iannmin heel obsessed!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Hot Chocolate - @sugawhaaa bf!seonghwa x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 [1:15 pm] - @yuyusgirlie husband!yunho x wife!reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 2U - @joongieology non-idol!yunho x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 A Funfair Date - @mysteriousrainsworld bf!yunho x gf!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Bad Girl Syndrome - @hotteokyu outlaw!yunho x outlaw!reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Bodyguard!Yunho & Spoiled Nepobaby!Reader | Bodyguard!Yunho Puts You In Your Place - @seobinghard bodyguard!yunho x nepobaby!reader (two-parts) 𓆞

𓇼 𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𓇼 𓆞 12:05am - @planet-hwa bf!yeosang x reader (timestamp) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Birthday - @sweetiesicheng bf!yeosang x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Die With A Smile - @koyagifs non-idol!yeosang x reader ft.seonghwa (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Hidden in Polaroid: His Secrets, Her Obsession - @champagnecherryblossom idol!yeosang x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 How Quick Things Can Change… - @hee0soo serial killer!yeosang x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 A Goodfella's Moondance - @itstheghostofmypast husband!mafia!san x wife!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Echos Of Fame - @scoupsakakitty idol!san x idol!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Glowing Caverns - @wwooyology lifeguard!san x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Honey, Baby - @i-like-loserz husband!san x wife!reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 I'm Okay! Gwenchana! - @itstheghostofmypast husband!non-idol!san x wife!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓇼 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 Finals Week - @yeomongi bf!mingi x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Raving With Best Friend ! Mingi - @seobinghard best friend!mingi x reader (drabble) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Unfair Nostalgia - @xuchiya ex-husband!mingi x ex-wife!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 You Gonna Pick Up The Phone? - @outlawinthisworld1117 neighbor crushl!mingi x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Your Little Monster - @bvidzsoo mafia heir!mingi x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓇼 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 [11:59 pm] - @m1ngkis wooyoung x reader (timestamp) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 A Road Trip - @littlefireball bf!wooyoung x gf!reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓆞 Blistering Heat - @wwooyology fox hybrid!wooyoung x reader (one-shot) 𓆞 𓈒𓏸 Chosen Appa - @dancinglikebutterflywings best friend!wooyoung x single mom!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Cookies For Santa - @snwusberry dad!wooyoung x mom!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓇼 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰 𓇼 𓈒𓏸 Blood Stained Words - @dae-chwiita non-idol!jongho x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Jongho As Your Boyfriend's Best Friend - @haechanhues non-idol!jongho x reader (texts) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Ornament Odyssey - @lilacmingi santa!jongho x reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓈒𓏸 Soft Cheeks, Softer Hearts - @xuchiya bf!jongho x gf!reader (one-shot) 𓈒𓏸 𓆞 Tension & Release - @yeomongi bf!jongho x reader (one-shot) 𓆞

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ Vi text messages ✞⛧

You: (2:04 AM)

Vi… you better not be in a bar fight right now.

Vi: (2:05 AM)

i’m not baby chillllll 💙

You: (2:06 AM)

Last time you said that, someone ended up with a broken nose.

Vi: (2:08 AM)

okAY but they deserved it. they called me a ‘pink-headed punk.’ disrespectful.

You: (2:10 AM)

So you’re NOT fighting?

Vi: (2:11 AM)

nah. not tonight. too busy missin you.

You: (2:13 AM)

You’re drunk, aren’t you?

Vi: (2:14 AM)

NO… okay maybe a lil. just enough to be honest.

You: (2:15 AM)

What’s so honest?

Vi: (2:17 AM)

that ur perfect. like stupidly perfect. the way ur smile makes my chest do this dumb fluttery thing. n how u smell like heaven. id literally fight god for you.

You: (2:18 AM)

You’d fight God sober.

Vi: (2:20 AM)

true but id fight harder drunk bc i’d win. n it’d be for you <3

You: (2:22 AM)

Vi, go home before I come drag you out of that bar.

Vi: (2:23 AM)

come get me babyyyy pls. i wanna see ur face.

You: (2:25 AM)

You’re impossible.

Vi: (2:26 AM)

n ur irresistible. 💙

You: (2:28 AM)

I’ll come get you. Don’t start a fight while I’m on the way.

Vi: (2:29 AM)

no promises. but i’ll try for u ;)

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(An: I got lazy so no more color coding mbbbbb)

Vi: (1:12 AM)

babe. hypothetical question.

You: (1:13 AM)

Oh no. What now?

Vi: (1:14 AM)

if i stole a cop car… but like… for a good reason… would u still love me?

You: (1:15 AM)

Vi, what the actual—why would you even need to steal a cop car??

Vi: (1:16 AM)

answer the question babe

You: (1:17 AM)

Are you drunk again?

Vi: (1:18 AM)

no. but i MIGHT be in a cop car rn.

You: (1:19 AM)

VI?!

Vi: (1:20 AM)

chill chill i didn’t steal it YET. just sittin in it for funsies.

You: (1:21 AM)

For FUNSIES??

Vi: (1:22 AM)

yes. god i love when u say “funsies.” ur so cute.

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Vi: (3:04 AM)

babe u know how i said i wouldn’t get into a fight?

You: (3:05 AM)

Oh my god, Vi.

Vi: (3:06 AM)

ok LISTEN. this guy said ur name wrong. like he MISPRONOUNCED it ON PURPOSE

You: (3:07 AM)

And you punched him, didn’t you?

Vi: (3:08 AM)

no. i headbutted him. different vibes.

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Vi: (11:42 PM)

babe… do u think i could suplex a vending machine?

You: (11:43 PM)

Why would you even want to do that?

Vi: (11:44 PM)

for u. ur fave chips got stuck. i’d risk my spine for ur snacks.

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Vi: (4:15 AM)

okay real talk. if i got a tattoo of ur face… would that be romantic or weird?

You: (4:16 AM)

Extremely weird. Don’t even think about it.

Vi: (4:17 AM)

damn. what about ur name? like on my knuckles.

You: (4:18 AM)

Still weird, Vi. Go to bed.

Vi: (4:19 AM)

what if i get “property of [Your Name]” on my forehead

You: (4:20 AM)

Goodnight, Vi.

Vi: (4:21 AM)

ight gn baby. love u more than i love punching ppl. <3

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[trendywaifus]

2024 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL MASTERLIST

❝ WHAT’S YOUR SCARY MOVIE? ❞

WARNINGS — DARK THEMES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, ATTEMPT OF SELF INJURY, DEATH, BLOOD, CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR, INJURY, YANDERE THEMES, DUBCON, PURITY LOSS, CREAMPIE, ORAL FIXATION, VAGINAL PENETRATION, SIZE KINK, CUM–EATING, FINGERING, CUNNILINGUS, UNPROTECTED SEX

04 |SCREAMPIED ! — transfem! ghostface! feixiao x fem! reader. there seems to be a second serial killer who has their eyes on you. but it seems like they came for you for a different reason. will they be a failure like the last one was? (10/6) continuation of — i’m like the wind baby !

preview ↳ you angrily picked up your phone for the third time in two hours, draping the towel over your shoulder as you sat down on the sofa. “ this is the third fucking time you called my damn phone, “ you shouted, pausing some cheesy horror movie that you forgot was on while taking a quick shower, “ take a hike you fuckin’ bum! don’t ask me about what my damn favorite scary movie is because i don’t have one! the last one was somehow less annoying than you are! “

there’s a small pause from the other side along with consistent, wet noises of skin slapping against skin. “ . . .fuck, “ the husky voice lets out a strained groan and laughs breathily, “ keep talking, i’m almost finished. mm, you sound so fucking hot when you’re upset, doll face.”

“ what the fuck? are you getting off from my voice, you damn weirdo? fuck off. “

05 |NATURAL PREDATOR ! — serial killer! jane doe x fem! reader. she craves you and the normalcy you bring into her life. it wouldn’t hurt to preserve it by keeping you in her home. don’t worry, she won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt her. rats aren’t natural predators after all, right? (10/26)

preview ↳ you swat the chinese food aside in frustration, jumping up from your seat, and glared at your unamused kidnapper sitting on the other side of the table. “ is this some sick game to you? chasing, kidnapping me—taking me away from my life to satisfy yours? “ you hiccuped, tears swelling in your eyes. “ and why in the actual fuck do you think it’s okay to make me sit down with you and eat some takeout food after you’ve been gone all day? what, you expect me to “gossip” with you after all the shit you’ve done to me? “

hurt flash in her teal eyes before she sighs heavily. “ do we seriously have to keep coming back to that? i understand that you’re upset but you’ll get use to this, to me soon enough. i know that i haven’t been here lately and i’m sorry. i’ll do my best to come home to you as early as i can. here, “ she says apologetically, handing you a napkin across the table with the pointed end of her tail, “ please, sit down, wipe your tears, and eat your food, my dear. unless, you prefer for me to do all of them for you? “ there’s something dark lurking behind her voice as it lowers an octave. a shiver runs down your spine at the hooded look in her narrowed eyes.

06 |ADAM & EVE ! — yandere! robin x gn! reader. all she wanted was to save her brother. even if it meant taking a bite from the forbidden fruit, stripping her away from reason, her purity—what makes her robin; an internal separation from who she used to be. ( 10/31)

preview ↳ robin straddles your lap, her darkened emerald eyes pools into yours, lulling you deeper into a trance-like state. your body feels relaxed and heavy, bones softening like malleable metal. the halovian woman lean close to you with a sickeningly sweet smile on her pale features as she brings the bitten apple to your bruised lips. there’s voices—hushed whispers ringing in your head, commanding you to take a bite of the apple. you don’t fight them back, you can’t. lust, euphoria and her hypnotic tune clouds your judgement.

you bite into the apple and sink further into the abyss, along with the shell of a woman who used to be great.

07 (BONUS?)| WUTIWANT ! — jason! transfem! acheron x fem! reader. i don’t know what i want but i know it’s not this. these words mean nothing once they’ve left my lips. (??)

preview ↳ ???

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Stories and Dolls

A/N – Okay, so I just quit my job and I’m freefalling right now. Time to channel my anxiety into fanfiction. Also, this chapter is darker so I’m raising the rating to M.

Warnings – MENTIONS OF RAPE, S/A, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, AND TORTURE.

Rating – M

TAG-LIST: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @sseleniaa @randomgurl2326 @22carolina08 @astrxwitch @yu-87 @clover-1767 @lil-bexie @thesimpybitch @reverse-soe @koirb @usernameunavailable2 @lavenderkita @kannakanan @mcueveryday @amarokofficial @mbruben-stein @tyrythewolf @lasagna-501 @bizzardvark @firefirefeline @kaylanotkk @missme-07 @memontica @angelsdemonsmonsters @tj4shy

MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Lucifer had to admit, he was getting used to you. He enjoyed making breakfast a show in the morning, entertaining you with his parlour tricks and general showmanship. You were like a child, easily amused by flashing lights or some sleight of hand.

And of a night, he also found your company less than objectionable, whether you were reading a book in the library with Spick and Span curled up at your feet, in front of a roaring fire (you had conjured them medallions with their names on them, so as to tell them apart), or those nights when you came back from visiting the hotel and regaled him with the tales of its inhabitants. Lucifer was starting to like Angel Dust, even if he didn’t believe the porn star actually had a chance at redemption. Nifty also seemed entertaining, Husk could be a source of wisdom and comfort in equal measure, and Alastair… Well, he was there too, taking up too much of your attention.

Yet, despite his newfound almost-friendship with you, he couldn’t help thinking about what you had said on your first night in the manor.

‘You don’t even know why I’m down here, and you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same.’

You were right. He didn’t know why you were there, and that was driving him crazy. He wanted to like you. Truly, he did. But how could he like you when he didn’t know your sin? People got sent to Hell for a reason! They wasted their free will. They sold drugs to kids, murdered people, trafficked victims, tricked and swindled others. For all Lucifer knew, you were there for drowning puppies.

The thought made him deeply uncomfortable.

Okay. He would ask you about it. No big deal. People probably talked about why they went to Hell a lot right? That was a normal conversation for Sinners, probably…

Lucifer wasn’t entirely wrong in thinking that. However, nearly all Sinners lied about what they went to Hell for, making it even more brutal or horrifying to try and earn some extra credit among their fellow Demons. Someone who had killed one person would claim to have been a serial killer. A low-life drug dealer would paint themselves as a mafioso with a drug empire, and arsonists… They didn’t have to lie much, as fires tended to spread quickly and they generally were as psychotic as they claimed to be.

It was all basic self-preservation in Hell. Be the toughest person there, so nobody could find new ways to hurt you. Kill or be killed (figuratively, since Demons couldn’t technically kill other Demons), sink or swim, do unto others before they did unto you.

Right. When Lucifer next saw you, he would ask.

“Hey Lucifer,” You said upon returning to the manor from the Hotel, “You doing okay?”

Lucifer froze. He hadn’t expected to see you so soon. Fuck.

“Hey bitch,” Lucifer greeted, feeling entirely awkward, yet trying to feign confidence.

“Uh… Back at ya,” You reciprocated confusedly.

“Sooooo,” Lucifer started, steepling his fingers together, and holding them to his mouth, his brow knitting together worriedly, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh.” You were surprised by Lucifer’s admission. While the two of you generally made conversation, he didn’t tend to ask too much. Besides, in the preface of announcing his question, it seemed that he was likely to ask you something personal.

You waved your hand casually, indicating that he was free to ask away.

“How- Uh how was everything at the Hotel? Is my little girl doing okay?”

As you smiled and fell into a description of how Charlie was doing and her general excitement about her meeting with Heaven, Lucifer cursed himself. He knew that what he wanted to ask was important, but it was just so personal. Well, at least he was happy to hear about his daughter. There were also some other colourful stories included in your conversation.

Finally, you wrapped up the conversation, effectively ending it when you casually said, “Anyway, I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m real tired, you know?”

Lucifer didn’t say much as you left, he was still pondering whether you might be a puppy killer or relative and accomplice to that Jeffrey Dahmer fellow, or something equally disturbing. If not… Why were you there?

Having gotten ready for bed, you sighed, letting the day’s events wash over you, lifting a weight off your shoulders. You were tired, but the day had been a good productive one. Moreover, it was nice to end the day by standing out on the balcony, overlooking the rest of Hell.

There was a time when you had died, during which you stood atop a building in the main streets watching all the fights, looting, and maiming, and you were horrified. Then, you met Charlie, and she had been so wonderfully pure, good, and non-judgemental that you had to agree with her. Hell could be a home to you, and all the other Sinners who lived there, and Sinners could always change for the better.

While you held onto the balcony railing, leaning over it, and staring at the red horizon, Lucifer approached your open door at the entrance of your room, knocking despite the open invitation to come in.

You turned and smiled at him, your smile putting him at ease.

“Come in,” You offered.

He did so, crossing the large room and taking quick mental notes of the changes you had made. They were minor, but they spoke of your personality. You had lit scented candles, brightening the room – the official scent name was Tapioca Tit-play.

Subconsciously, Lucifer worked his magic to remove the off-smell that he had placed there; it was redundant when your candles covered it, and he didn’t mind your company so much anymore.

He also observed several other items. There was a photograph of everyone at the Hotel, though you had drawn Alastor on the end in crayon since he didn’t love to be captured in photographs (he could bear it unlike being filmed, but he didn’t care much for it.)

Wrapped around your bedposts were nightlights to keep out the dark. On your bed, you had a teddy of one of Sir Pentious’ egg-bois, a gift from him. Husk had gifted you with a bottle of his best Whiskey, though it remained unopened on the nightstand. There was a cockroach/daisy hybrid necklace wrapped around a book. The candles were from Angel Dust. Beneath your pillow was a dagger, gifted by Vaggie, for your protection. Alastor had given you a collection of books from the store in Cannibal Town, including several that were rumoured to have been stolen from Heaven’s library, though nobody was certain where that rumour started or if it was even true, though there were no copies of the books anywhere else in Hell.

Although Lucifer had no way of knowing these items were all presents from your friends at the Hazbin Hotel, he could tell that you cared deeply for the odd assortment by their placement on the two bedside tables; they had been positioned with care, and were well looked after.

Then, his eye caught the rubber duck, slightly hidden behind the picture frame. He remembered making that one. As a hellhound imitation, it was meant to teleport to whoever needed it most inside the Manor, offering protection should they come under attack. Naturally, he and his family didn’t need such protection, but he had been experimenting with what powers he might imbue unto yet another duck.

He decided not to mention it as he joined you on the balcony, looking you over in your pyjamas.

You also spared him a glance, noting that he seemed more relaxed. Although he was still in his usual attire, he had removed his top-hat-crown and his overcoat, revealing the waistcoat and shirt beneath; the sleeves were rolled up, giving him a more casual appearance.

“Hell’s skies are beautiful, aren’t they,” You stated, returning your gaze to the horizon.

Lucifer looked up, but all he saw was Heaven, the home that didn’t want him.

“(Y/N),” He started, forcing himself to look down, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the painfully beautiful golden glow above.

“Hm?”

“How did you end up here?”

Your grip tightened on the railing drawing Lucifer’s gaze to the whites of your knuckles.

Your whole body became tense and you answered with a ragged breath, “I died.”

“Yes but-” Lucifer was about to lead into the question of your sins, but you spoke up again, seemingly misunderstanding the question as you continued, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“I was- I was murdered.”

Lucifer could have explained that the cause of your death wasn’t what he had been driving at, but now he was darkly fascinated. If you were the same kind-hearted, warm person in life, why would anyone wish to bring about your death?

He remained silent as you began recounting the manner in which you had been killed.

“I had a friend,” You started slowly, taking steady breaths between each part of the story that followed as if it would make it any easier. “I mean- I- I thought he was my friend. I loved him. He knew that. He counted on it.”

“I thought that he travelled for work. That’s what he told me. It’s why he was always coming and going. But no… He was just looking for more people like me. He found people. Made us fall for him. Then he- he took me out on a date. Blindfolded me. Said it was a surprise. I- I trusted him, but the blindfold just made it easier for him to- He knocked me out.”

You subconsciously touched the back of your head, remembering the blow that had come with no warning.

Lucifer turned to you, one hand holding onto the railing, the other planted firmly at his side.

“Did he-” He started to ask.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t rape. It was worse.”

You shivered, waiting until you were certain you weren’t going to vomit. Then you continued, your skin ashy.

“I woke up in a- It was like a cinderblock cell, but it had been sort of decorated to look like a fancy suite?”

You recalled the room. It was damp, and the floor was cheaply produced concrete, given away by the amount of air bubbles which had never been levelled and now pocked the surface, like a teenager with bad acne. The cinderblock walls were easy to see, though some talented artist had been paid to paint it with the likeness of the Ritz hotel or somewhere equally fancy. While that had made it look better, it was still clearly a cinderblock wall; then again, you can’t polish a turd, but you can roll it in glitter.

You had been handcuffed to a chair in the centre of the room. Your clothes had been taken, and you had been dressed in a skimpy shortened tuxedo, with a fitted vest instead of a jacket. You remembered screaming till your voice was raw. You screamed so much that you ended up spitting flecks of blood, but nobody came to save you.

“I- I was tied up,” You said simply, downplaying the memory to Lucifer, more for your own sake than his, though he could see the pain behind your eyes.  

Lucifer didn’t interrupt your story, but his anger was growing. Behind him his tail lashed furiously, his eyes became flaming red, and his fangs became sharper. You hadn’t noticed, you were lost in memory, and you had yet to look his way since beginning your story.

You sighed, thinking of the torture, humiliation, and suffering which followed, all at the hands of one man. It wasn’t your captor. It was who he had sold you to.

“It- I was- They were making snuff films. I don’t know how many people died there before or after me but- I was sold to an American. He- He liked to cut things. It was a while before- I don’t know if I bled out, or if my heart stopped, maybe both?”

For the first time, your skin changed colour, turning from your regular human shade to a pale seaweed-green. Against the colourful backdrop, Lucifer could see your now blinding white glowing scars. Upon your death they remained hidden, completely invisible, but now you were distressed… You seemingly did have something of a Demonic appearance after all.

You were a ragdoll.

There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been cut, or originally sliced off, only to be repaired in death. In all likelihood, your real body was probably burned, buried, or dissolved in acid. In Hell, your scars were the stitches that held your body together. Lucifer now understood your human appearance since like a real ragdoll, you were good at playing dress-up. He bet that if you explored your abilities, you would have been able to look like anyone, a skin-changer, but you had adopted your appearance in life; it was likely an accident caused by the trauma of your memories.

“(Y/N),” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. He wanted to be comforting, but he was already thinking of all the ways he would punish your killer and any accomplice he may have had. There were worse things than Death in hell; he would torture those bastards for eternity, and then when he finally grew bored, he would end them with angelic weaponry, wiping their souls from existence, leaving no trace of such monsters.

You didn’t turn to face your King, who was now in his full Demonic form, his rage at its peak.

“Just go,” You murmured despondently, staring over the balcony, and down to the ground. A long drop and a short stop… It was a shame it wouldn’t kill you; at least the pain would end if you died.

“But-” Lucifer reached you to put a hand on your shoulder, his wings almost curling around you as if to envelop you.

“I- I would like to be alone. Please.”

Lucifer hesitantly withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry.”

That was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone.

You wished that you could have been left to wallow, but your phone soon buzzed and you opted to check it in case it was an emergency.

Retrieving it from the bed, you found a message from Charlie.

“EMERGENCY. ANGEL DUST. RELAPSE. GET OVER HERE. PLEASE!”

Damn it! If Charlie was texting you for this, it meant that Husk was either the cause or he wasn’t around to be the solution. Moreover, while Charlie would want to assist her friend, she was likely the last person Angel Dust wanted to see; sometimes, though she was well-intentioned, she just didn’t understand such issues or she could be a bit much.

Still stuck in your ragdoll body, you ran back to the balcony and vaulted over the edge. It wasn’t a smooth landing, and it hurt a lot. Anyone else would have broken their bones, but when you were like this, there wasn’t anything else that could be broken. Everything had already been torn off you. Ignoring the pain, you ran until you found a taxi. You took it to the Hotel.

[woncon]

[07:30 pm] ♡ poly!yunwoosan

gn!reader | poly | suggestive | idol!au | made with @honeytwo's help <3

‣ to compensate for the christmas delay, i brought a timestamp. also, happy new year! ✨

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“and what did you do today?” you look curiously at your three boyfriends at the dinner table.

“wooyoung, among others, danced for us," reports yunho, but he doesn't look at you, just smiles to himself, which is unusual for him. but what you hear sounds more interesting than dealing with that.

you put your hand over your mouth. “really?!” your face shows genuine surprise and excitement, and wooyoung has to ask you with a sideways smile;

“should I dance for you too?”

you nod enthusiastically. san and yunho are silent, exchange only a glance and continue eating.

so it begins that way.

now your laughter rings softly as wooyoung spins you around in the living room, then throws himself to the floor and-

oh dear!

you raise your hands to your face - you peek out between your fingers - as the dancer rhythmically thrusts his hips towards you. his movements are like a perfect wave. wooyoung grins, sticks his tongue out slightly, even winks. he’s very seductive.

yunho - in his own embarrassment - cries out, throws himself on top of the profaner on the ground, and san quickly turns you away from watching this obscene scene.

“it's okay, it's okay. it was a bad idea," he soothes, stroking your back. “just get it out of your head!”

“um, I think you're asking too much of me…”

the scene flashes over and over in your head like an endless series of images, a private gif. and as much as the others theatrically want to protect you, you don't feel like they're supposed to protect you. more like wooyoung. 

after what happened, you're likely to attack him at some point, and maybe ask him to stop penetrating the air and start penetrating you, if he'd be so kind.

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[transmascaraa]

Reader being sad cause they can't have an animal they love, and they need comfort cuz big sad awehh :(

(example - reader wants a cat but has cat allergy)

multiple characters headcannons!

not allowed.(not a tv girl reference btw)

characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: WOAH I GOT THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE SOMETHING. anyways basically your parents don't allow you to have a pet of your choice blah blah blah yk how it is i hope🤷‍♂️ ENJOYY

๑ Lyney

-he will literally want any animal that you want just because it's you who wants it.

-and after seeing you come to him on a random sunday at 16:07 seemingly sad about something, he immediately welcomes you in his home and lets you get comfortable.

-he doesn't rush you or anything, he'll let you calm down first.

-he's gonna bring you a cup of water, or tea, or coffee, whichever you prefer.

-after you talk vent to him about what's worrying you, he's quick to think of a solution.

-"awh.. your parents really are strict... hmm.... how about.." and then it's almost like a lightbulb appeared above his head.

-"i know! i'll buy you the pet that you want, and it'll stay at my place, how does that sound? your parents don't have to know A SINGLE THING." he really wanted you to feel better.

-"but what about Lynette and Freminet-"

-"they'll get used to it eventually!"

-there's no point in arguing with him, he'll do it anyway.

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✧ Gaming

-now, if you came to him to tell him about your situation, the outcome would be pretty similar.

-he'll welcome you with open arms inside the warmth of his home.

-he will bring you something to drink, something to eat, preferably some small snack or chocolate bar, as he patiently waits for you to calm down.

-as you finally finish and feel calmer, you tell him about your situation and tell him that you're looking for a solution in some way.

-with that, he puts his hand on his chin and thinks thoroughly about the problem.

-once he comes up with an idea, he will explain it to you in great detail.

-"hmm... maybe you could keep the pet at my place? y'know, it would probably get along with man chai, so it wouldn't be lonely! and of course, whenever you wish to visit, know that it'll be well-fed and never be bored!"

-after a bit of thinking, you finally speak.

-"that's... a good idea, gaming. sure! thank you so much! you're a lifesaver!"

-he hugged you softly.

-"of course, [name], as long as you're happy!"

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♡ Wanderer

-uhhhh idk what to tell you at first

-he's gonna be confused at first as to why you're so sad over to being able to have a random animal as your pet

-more importantly confused as to why you're coming to him out of all people

-but okay.

-he will listen to all of your vents and rants intently, waiting for you to finish.

-"okay. and what am i supposed to do about it?"(he was half-joking)

-"are you gonna help me in any way? can i like- buy the pet and you keep it at your place? you'll have to take care of it but i promise i'll come over as much as i can!"

-"are you insane-"

-"PLEASEEEE-"

-"FINE."

-"oh my archons, thank you so much, wanderer!" as you hugged him tight.

-"well, it's the most i can do i suppose. by the way, what's your parents' address?-"

-"NO."

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i really like this one

i hope i'll have more motivation soon lmfao

doesn't matter hopefully y'all liked this lol

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[halaboyz]

2:07 am, eric

gn! reader; angst; tipsy characters; 457 words

you were always a second choice. it wasn't any different when it came to best friend, eric, who knew you liked him a lot. he didn't mean to leave you hanging without any answer to your confession, but you knew. deep inside, you do- that no answer, is an answer.

but even so, you liked that eric's lips lightly graze your earlobe as he whispers sweet nothings as sweet as honey. or when his hand meets your back unconsciously when he guides you through the sea of unknown faces chugging their hearts down.

what you least liked, is that goddamn smile on his face when he unexpectedly meets someone he immediately clicked with in the sea of those faces one day, and the ghost of him is what remained with you. the warmth of his breath under your ear, or his hand on your back.

and that continued to happen, over and over again.

"i'm leaving." you collect your things and stand up, leaving your friends confused and staring at you as you stride away. you hear eric quickly bid a goodbye to his so-called friend he had been meeting with for the past few weeks and to the others, tailing you.

"hey, party's not over. are you not feeling well?" and started with eric's hand on your back again, lips an inch away from your ears again. you leave him with no answer, letting him lead you out the doors of the bar.

"party's not over, like you said. you should head back." you sigh, facing him.

"are you okay? it's not like you to leave mid."

"eric. i'm not." you finally snap, "i'm not okay. i haven't been for the past few weeks and i know you know why."

"is this about her? come on... we've only just met last month and i've been bringing her so that we could be friends all together. once you get to know her it'll be fine-,"

"tell me you don't love her, then." you softly plead, waiting for him to answer. "tell me you don't love her." you wait. and wait. but when eric frowns at you, you chuckle bitterly. "see."

"y/n," he tries to reach for your arm, but you step away.

"right. asking you to tell me you don't love her is like asking you to tell me you love me. so fucking obvious." you let a tear fall before you turn your back on him, and like what you had always let happen, you hope he runs after you and ask you to understand.

but when you reach the end of the road with nothing but loneliness, you've also gotten your answer. the answer you shouldn't have chosen to ignore in the first place.

[niki-phoria]

I'LL GIVE YOU IT ALL

pairing: jaemin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 767

includes: brief mentions of drinking/partying, reader has social anxiety

summary: while counting down the start of the new year, jaemin finds himself in love with his best friend

you’ve never seen more people in your life. a seemingly endless crowd of people stand in every part of chenle’s apartment - most holding bottles of liquor or dancing along to the rhythm of the music blasting through the speakers. you stand near the corner, observing the chaos as you nurse your own bottle of foul tasting beer. 

“hey!” jaemin’s voice cuts through the noise, stealing your attention away from your drink. you smile as he slips through the crowd, pushing past body after body until he’s leaning back against the wall beside you. “i’m glad you could make it.”

you do your best to muster up a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “me too.” 

jaemin furrows his eyebrows slightly, taking a step closer to you. he sets his drink aside leaving all of his attention on you. “are you okay? you look a little anxious.”

“i’m fine. there’s just a lot of people here.”

he frowns slightly, glancing out at the sea of bodies surrounding you. reaching out to take your hand into his own, jaemin reassuringly brushes his thumb against your knuckles. he leans in until his lips are nearly brushing against your ear, unleashing a swarm of butterflies throughout your stomach. “let’s go outside. i could use some fresh air anyways.”

you nod, silently following after him as you slip out of the crowd. cool air chills your bones as you lean against the thin metal railing on chenle’s balcony, staring out at the sea of lights that make up the horizon. even with a thick glass door separating you from the still-ongoing party inside, you can hear the pounding music and feel the bass vibrate the ground beneath your feet. 

you startle slightly when a hand brushes against your side. jaemin stifles a chuckle beneath his breath as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. despite now being in a much quieter area, jaemin leans down once again. “it’s so much nicer out here,” he murmurs. his breath just barely ghosting against your ear sends shivers down your spine. “are you feeling any better?”

“yeah,” you breathe, doing your best to ignore the nervous feeling in your chest. you turn slightly to face jaemin. even in the dim lighting you can see a faint smirk on his lips. 

10

“i can’t believe it’s time for the countdown already,” he comments. he sighs, looking out towards the city lights in the distance. you hum in agreement, following his gaze towards the sea of blurry colours. 

09

“do you have a resolution?” 

“i don’t know,” jaemin pauses. the silence lingers for a few seconds before he continues. “there is… something i’ve been meaning to do.”

08

“what is it?” 

he reaches up, carelessly brushing a hand through his hair - a nervous habit you had started noticing more in the last few months.

07

jaemin reaches up to cup your cheek with his hand. his touch is almost hesitant as he brushes his thumb against your cheek. your heartbeat pounds in your ears when he takes a step closer, limiting the distance between you once again. 

06

“i love you,” he murmurs. 

in the darkness you nearly miss his words entirely, blinking up at him in surprise. “what?” 

05

jaemin chuckles. his gaze falls down to your lips for a second before his gaze meets your own once again. “i’ve loved you forever. you’re the most incredible person i’ve ever met.”

04

a beat of silence passes. you continue staring into jaemin’s eyes, losing yourself in their darkness. your breath hitches in your throat.

03

“i love you too.” you can nearly see the wave of relief pass through him. he smiles brightly at you; his cheeks flushed and heart pounding in his chest. 

02

your fingers unconsciously curl around the collar of jaemin’s shirt, keeping him in place. pulling him closer.

01

cheers erupt around you in waves. the world around you fades away as you greedily tug jaemin closer until your lips finally meet. his lips are soft as they mold against yours as if your bodies were made for each other.his hand falls to your waist, tugging you even closer to him. your lungs burn from a lack of air when you finally pull away. 

jaemin chuckles when you meet his eyes once again; your flushed cheeks mirror his own. he reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, relishing in his newfound confidence from the kiss. despite your lack of words, a silent acknowledgement passes between you - everything has changed.  “happy new year, baby,” jaemin smiles.

notes: happy new year everyone !! i hope 2024 is good for all of you <33

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[dawnoftime22]

okay this might be an odd request but could you do Taylor Swift comforting a male reader about their insecurities? Or the reader comforting Taylor after a hard day at work or something like that idk. Love you work!

pent up feelings.

| T.S

Warnings: Taylor crying, overthinking, R comforting, lots of kisses for assurance

Summary: Taylor's had her rough week, going through all the world throws at her as she tries to stand tall. But upon one night, she comes home to you with an exhausted mind, needing nothing else but you.

Word Count: 3k

Category: fluff, comfort

A/N: I think this was pretty hard for me to make because it hurts for me to witness tay being emotional, more so even write about it :( I do very much love having it out here though, and writing special details like the ones in this fic are precious to me

A/N on request: its not odd at all! I chose the second option only because I wasnt entirely sure what insecurities you wanted me to do. I also dont reaaally write male reader (I do gn!reader/not specifying gender), but still thank you so much for the request! I really hope this reaches your expectations and I hope that you're doing well<3

| Started on 20/07/2024, 7:19 AM |

| Finished on 04/08/2024, 6:41 PM |

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"Consumed by my own overloaded thoughts and bottled up emotions, that they spill into tears."

"But darling, here, my arms will be open for you to tiredly lean into, to wrap around your exhilirated soul and keep you warm with all my love."

|——————————— ⸆⸉ ———————————|

The moon was high in the sky when Taylor arrived home, heart heavy. She gently shuts the door, the sound echoing through the space and mixing in with the crickets.

Once she got her shoes off, she looks around, but the room was empty aside from her cats in the living room. Meredith was casually napping on the couch, her form swirled up gracefully. Taylor moves closer, reaching up her hand to gently scratch her on the head.

The cat stirred, a gentle purr sounding out as it leans into her touch. She stares down, seeing the gray shades Meredith had mixed in with the white color of her fur.

With how quiet the house seemed to be, and with you nowhere in the living room, Taylor expected you to be asleep in the bedroom, only wishing you were here to greet her.

Yet, when she glances to the bedroom, the door was open just a crack, and it had her curious. Perhaps you had forgotten to close it entirely, or even wanted to hear her come home. The thought swelled her heart. But, she couldn't think that anyone could have possibly wanted to do such a thing.

Her legs go forward, every footstep being careful. Each and every one of her muscles were aching, and her heart was tired, but she mustered up all her energy to find you.

A gentle creak sounds out as Taylor tilts her head, peeking in. The bed was actually empty, making her heart skip a beat. But when she looks further up, you were sitting at her desk chair, fully awake.

You heard the sound of the door, and you turn to look at her, seeing her stunned expression that was blinking at you. You smile softly, not minding her surprise.

"Baby," she says under her breath, closing the door behind her as she lets her shoulders fall down. It was clear she was absolutely wondering what you were doing awake.

"Hi," you replied back gently with a small wave, tilting your head as you took in her appearance. She seemed tense, and her eyes held just the smallest glimpse of worry, even though you were the one who had been having reeling thoughts, concerned for her wellbeing.

"What're you doing up...?" She asks with her voice soft, putting her bag down on the nightstand and taking one step forward. But you seemed so far to her. So many steps.

Your eyes soften, feeling your heart ache at the mere question, and you fully turn to her, arm rested on the desk beside you.

"Waiting for you...What else?" you said softly, watching her eyes come to realization and her teeth have its bite on her lower lip, something telling of the anxiety swirling in her.

"Oh...I...you didn't have to," she said, the corner of her lips raising up slightly, but it seemed almost nervously, with the action of her eyes traveling from the floor and to you. But you kept your gentle appearance, your next movement only being a shake of your head.

"No, but I wanted to," you whispered. You gave her a small reassuring smile, hoping it'll calm down some of her nerves. She took a breath, her teeth not properly letting go of her lip just yet.

You searched her eyes, needing to look intently from how far you were. "...Did something happen?" you asked gently, slowly moving to stand up and make your way to the bed to get closer to her, but not too much so you're not intruding on her space.

She stopped biting her lip, but it was only to speak. "No-- its...I'm just..." she shook her head. It was almost as if she was at a loss for words. Perhaps it was either the tireness within her, or the way every one of her thoughts inside her collided against each other, each thing that had ever happened from just one thing or everything.

The blonde meets your eyes, taking in a breath. "...Its nothing," she whispered, her voice nearly shaking. Her fingers gently furled, and her jaw clenched for just a moment. You went to settle down on the bed in the meanwhile, resting against the pillows.

You gazed at her, "Come here," you whispered softly, putting your arms out slightly for her. She searches your eyes for a second, but doesn't waste another when she goes to the bed without more steps as she was close to it already, her lip having a slight noticeable tremble.

You felt your heart ache as Taylor crawls into bed with you, going closer until she's curled up against you to find your comfort. In the quietness of the bedroom, the noise of movement was there, but then a sniffle sounds out, and your hands wrap around her, gently, but tightly.

You gently weaved through her hair, resting your chin lightly atop her head as you were aware of the care she craves for deeply.

A gentle but shaky inhale comes from her, and you gaze down with soft concern, a small frown forming upon your lips.

"You know..." you whisper gently, starting your sentence with only a few words so she can bring her attention to your voice. Your hand slows down, and your lips move to place a soft kiss atop her head before pulling back just a little, just to let her eyes meet yours. "You don't always have to be strong, sweetheart..."

She felt the words hit her like a realization as she looked into your eyes; her vulnerable expression cracking, yet, still, her walls were kept high, and she shook her head.

"Just a bad day..." she mumbles, leaning into you. Her hand traces the collar of your shirt, feeling the confined outlines of the factory stitches against the pad of her fingers.

She knows you want to know what made it all go wrong. Whatever happened to her that made her have to fight back these darning tears she hated. But she doesn't wanna talk about anyone or anything. She just wanted to be with you.

"I-- there's...too many things." she whispers out shakily, starting to break, but you keep your gentle gaze, your hand resuming with its gentle motion on her back.

"Its okay. You don't have to explain." You shake your head, whispering back. She bit the inside of her cheek, looking up at you with glossy irises.

"...It was a lot." Her tears were threatening to leave the edge of her eyes, the gleam of it visible in the dim lighting. You can feel a crack going inside your heart, aching at how tired she looked.

She had been everywhere the past few days. There was nearly no time for her to catch a break. Today was her last straw, and it had perhaps continued to go even while she had nothing else to fight with, other than with the known fact that she was coming back home to you. But her mind was clouded with anxiety, even with the thought of you.

"I just need you...." She admitted, the sound of her voice barely even above the breath that had escaped along her words. You take in a gentle breath, your cheek brushing against her hair as you nod.

"I know..." you murmured, pulling her closer. Her fingers curled into your shirt, lightly gripping the fabric. Soon, her walls crumble, and she stifles the broken sob that leaves her lips, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom that you've spent countless memories in together, full of love and care.

Your eyes squint in sadness, and you place a gentle kiss on the side of her head since her face was buried in the crook of your neck, hidden away from your view.

"Let it all out, sweetheart..." you whisper softly, quietly, just as the way Taylor was trying to stifle her sobs. Your skin felt the warm tears that had gone down, tracing a path down to your shirt that soaked it up.

"You're home now, safe with me..." you murmur, hugging her tighter, letting her release the deeply held emotions she's kept for far too long.

Your hands could feel the wracking shakes of her body, the warmth in her presence, but the heaviness of her shoulders, holding, maybe even the weight of the entire world.

The ceiling fan gently created white noise that overlayed the sounds of quiet sobs and movement, wind passing by your ear all while you whisper soft reassurances to soothe her rattling heart.

"I'm sorry I'm late..." she mumbles suddenly, her breath hiccuping. Your eyes glide to her in concern, but since she was hidden away in your neck, you could only see her golden blonde locks. Instead, you move to softly kiss her temple, tilting your head to reach it.

"Shh...its okay, I promise," you murmur in a hushed soothe, leaning back so you could take a look at her face. You offer her a comforting smile, and your hand moves to gently push her stray hairs away from her face.

"You have a lot of work. I know that, sweetheart. You don't always have to be early or 'on time', whenever that is..." you shake your head as you say your gentle words, expressing them as you go.

Taylor blinks and sniffles, her nose red and her eyes puffy. She licks her dry lips, taking in a stumbled breath. You stay in patience, reaching up to brush your thumb against her cheek, wiping the tears away from her soft skin. You took gentle care in your touch, going further up to the corner of her eye; where the source of the tears are.

"You don't mind...?" she asks, her voice strangled and out of pitch. But that doesn't matter. She wasn't onstage for the moment. She was with you. Where she could be who she was however she wanted to be.

Your eyes soften, and you lean in closer, your lips making contact with the tip of her nose. "Sweetheart...of course not. I just get worried about you, you know?"

She searches your eyes, as if looking, for even a fraction of a lie. But all you had well within your pupils were love and honesty. Something she never knew was possible to see in someone's eyes without a certain deviousness accompanied with it.

Her breaths were still unsteady, but she swallows it down, trying to communicate with you. "I-I'm scared..." she whispered shakily, her eyes darting away from your gaze.

You look at her without judgement, tilting your head with a slight curiosity, a gentle expression simply to be there for her.

"Of what?" you question, your mind quickly going through anything she could be anxious of in case she needs an aid to her tainted mind.

But her quietness fortunately didn't stay for long, even when she hesitated. Her lower lip had a visible teeth mark from her biting. "What if..." she starts, but trails off, unable to say the words.

You tip your head downward slightly, letting her gather her courage and words without intrusion.

"What if I get back home and you're not here?" She whispered through a broken voice, afraid of all the outcomes that she's ever come up with in her head. You were her home. The house wouldn't be a home without you, and her kingdom would shatter, would the character of you no longer be present.

"Hey...I love you, okay?" You whisper, moving to cradle her face in your hands, something she hasn't felt in a while. But you always did that. Brushing your fingertips over her cheeks. She leans into the touch, her eyes welling up once more. Her racing mind and her worries were slowing down, starting to pay attention and hearing your gentle voice.

"I love you." You say the three little words again, ensuring she was listening as you looked into her deep blue eyes, focused on yours. So many thoughts held in her head, but you know her soft heart cannot handle so many things. Not even you, could begin to think of trying to walk that life.

You nibble the corner of your lip slightly, showing your own worry as you think over your words, an action she noticed herself. She reaches up with her trembling hand, gently touching your lip so your teeth would let go. You smile softly, seeing how much she's aware and cares even when she's sad.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Not without you." your light assurance comes out, and the tears in her eyes seemed to have stopped just a little, only looking at you with love instead of just worry. You smile wider, happy to let a small weight fall off her chest.

"I will always love you. I'll love you forever." you murmur, going in to kiss her cheek, peppering soft kisses all over. She feels the way your lips tickle her skin, giving a tingling feeling, and a soft giggle manages to escape her.

"Its okay. Its always going to be okay, yeah?" You tilt your head, your thumb moving to caress the soft skin of her hand. She nods, knowing you're right. How could she have gotten this far anyway, even while worrying that everything would go inevitably wrong sometimes, yet the world always ends up letting her back into her own balance.

A few moments go by as you let her calm down, seeing the way her breaths were still shaky. You took a small deep breath in, keeping the eye contact, and she follows, gathering her normal breathing back. She needed a good cry and simply to let out her emotions, and her soul was relieved as she realizes you had let her do that, simply by being there for her in the meanwhile.

"You're the sweetest human being," you whisper, gazing at her adoringly. Then, your fingers entangle with hers, and you bring one of her hands up to leave a kiss on her knuckles.

The smile that raises on her lips makes your heart skip a beat. She was melting on the inside at how soft you could be. But even with the smile, you can spot the small furrow in her brows, the wince and quick blinking that she did.

You hum softly, knowing exactly what she was dealing with after all the days you've been welcoming her back home. "Headache, hm?" you whisper out, and she pouts, nodding.

"Mm," her own hum escapes, feeling your hands go up to soothe it, putting a light pressure that helps alleviate the headache that caused from her stressful and overwhelming situations of the week.

You continue your actions, watching her eyes close as she leans into your touch, going to the side and nearly resting against your shoulder, but barely putting her entire weight against you.

"You should rest, baby..." you suggest, wanting her to let herself relax, without any more thoughts of interviews, shows, photoshoots, or just about anything that isn't the peaceful sound of rain or the cozy atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

"But..." she starts, inhaling a breath before she was about to go with her sentence, her eyes going up to you, but you cut her off.

"Sleep," you whisper, shifting your position to a more comfortable one. She moves herself, but still curling up against you, arms entangled in the embrace.

"I'll be right here in the morning, and you can wake me up early," you say, smiling softly as you saw her eyes growing droopy at the more comfortable position. Yet, she sniffles from the lingering fluid in her nose that had stayed due to her crying session earlier, and gazes up at you.

"But you're too precious to wake up in the morning..." she murmurs adorably sleepily, resting her head against your chest fully. You breathe out a chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"And you're too precious for my eyes to miss seeing you," you respond mindlessly, making her smile. You turn your head and reach over to your side, grabbing a clean tissue from the nightstand and giving it to her.

She looks at you with a thankful expression, and moves the tissue to her nose, blowing into it. Your gaze turns gentle, your hand rubbing her back as she clears out the remaining inside of her nose.

When she was done, she was about to hold onto the tissue since she didn't want to be a burden, but when you offer a hand down, she puts the used tissue in your hand. You throw it away, successfully landing it in the trash bin at the desk sitting in the corner of the room.

You then return your attention back to her, tracing patterns on her soothingly. "You know...you should take a day off tomorrow, baby..." you whisper out thoughtfully.

Taylor stays quiet for a moment, her soft breaths going against your shirt. "I don't know if I can..." she says quietly, half her face nestled against you.

"You deserve it after this week, at least," you murmur, your face in the meanwhile, ever so slightly brushing against her hair. She thinks about it, her eyes gazing off.

"Okay," she breathes out, slowly letting her shoulders relax, and her body to unwind. She starts to relish in this moment with you, purely of love and care.

"I'll be making breakfast for you tomorrow," you said, but it wasn't a question, it was an info you wanted to share to her, something to be known.

"You don't--" She starts, but gets cut off by you leaning down and nuzzling your nose against hers, gently brushing in a comforting way.

"Shh. I love you. Close your eyes," you whispered, urging her to sleep instead of protesting of who's cooking tomorrow, when you were wanting to take care of her. A small giggle sounds from beneath you, the blonde being a little surprised at your quick shutdown of her worry.

"I love you, too..." she whispers back, slowly closing her eyes as she felt the covers warm up her body, sided with your own warmth of your body, leading her off to sleep, and hopefully to a peaceful day tomorrow.

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hurt/comfort karma x reader where reader sleeps on the couch after karma says really hurtful things (reader’s being annoying, a hassle, high maintenance and difficult to be with, etc) except reader can’t sleep bc they can’t stop crying at karma’s words :(

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🌖

desc. karma x gn!reader, where karma's being mean to reader. he comforts them after, but they couldn't sleep at first.

notes. i'm not good at writing angst and i don't know how to make them actually mean 😭😭 so i'm sorry if this feels a little awkward...

it's 3:07 in the morning right now.

you've been tossing and turning on the couch for who knows how long, and it feels so hot, you swear you could fry an egg on your forehead.

your head hurts and your cheeks are dry, except for the streams of tears running down the sides of you face before hitting your ears and reaching the pillow.

it's that really intense kind of crying. the kind you physically cannot stop, no matter how hard you may try.

you're just so hurt.

how... how could he have said something like that? you must have been having a nightmare.

you got into an argument. you barely remember what the cause of it was, but it was over something really stupid. definitely not worth the gallons of tears you'd already soaked the couch with.

he was barely paying any attention to you, as you tried to explain your side. but all he did was get angry.

he's always been a tease, you know this. you wouldn't have gotten with him if you weren't able to handle it.

but this—this was definitely not plain old teasing. he called you annoying.

a hassle.

difficult.

impossible, even, to deal with.

he's definitely insensitive in terms of what he says. it's unfortunate that you had to be sensitive to the things he says.

and so, here you are. you're surprised that you haven't run dry yet, from all the tears you've spilled. your nose is completely stuffed, and you can barely breathe through your mouth either —from your small hiccups.

you get up to blow your nose and wash your face, hoping that you calm down. that's when you heard a door slowly swing open, as well as the shutting noise it made after it was closed.

"...y/n?" you heard from the hallway.

you definitely didn't feel like talking to him. not right now. but, there wasn't really anywhere for you to go.

"what do you want?" you ask, lowering your eyebrows.

he stays silent at first. just hearing your sniffles was enough to put him to shame.

"i'm really sorry." he whispers.

you stay silent, turning to sit back on the couch.

"i mean it," he adds. "i know what i said was wrong. i'm not asking you to say my actions were okay."

you don't really know how to reply. "i want to forgive you.. but your words hurt." you say, with a shaky breath. "i need you to tell me you'll never do that again."

"i promise. i won't." he says, standing behind the couch.

you turn around with your chest against the backrest, facing him. "are you sure?" you say, your eyes slowly beginning to stop watering.

he nods, honestly looking apologetic. "i'm sure."

"...alright. go back to bed, and i'll join you in a few." you sigh, standing up to wash your face again.

he moves as if he wants to say something—but chooses not to, and nods.

after drowning your face with cold water, you pat a towel on your face and take a deep breath. you exit the bathroom and head into the hallway, towards your bedroom. you can feel your heartbeat and hear your footsteps as they step down.

you slowly open the door, peeking your face through first.

karma's laying down above the covers, with his hands under his head. he sees you, and props himself up, patting the bed on the spot beside him.

"here. come lay down." he smiles softly. you carefully walk over to the other side of the room, hopping on the bed and shifting over. you turn on your side, mirroring karma.

"hey." you whisper. "it's surprising that you're not back to teasing me within seconds." you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"i can do that," he whispers, inching closer. "or... i can be nice. whichever you prefer."

"how about you stay quiet and give me a hug?" you say, watching his face slightly light up.

"...thank you, y/n." he smiles, giving you the hug you asked for.

notes: AUGHHH I SUCK AT WRITING ANGST IM SO SORRY this is probably so bad 💔 and again i'm sorry everyone for taking so long for these reqs!!!

[ryescapades]

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I'll request [ 🍰 SLICE ONE ; speak up ! ]: 07: shut up and let me kiss you. (sfw)

Loid Forger is a spy, and a wonderful husband. Sometimes there will be times he'll be away, but it's okay because I know he'll be back. I have that much faith in him. This prompt made me think Shut and Kiss Me by Angel Olsen. :)

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prompt: 7 - “shut up and let me kiss you.” characters: loid forger x gn!reader contents: fluff, comfort, petnames (dear, darling, love) wc ~ 800 (not proofread)

a/n: @ambiguouslady42 steph my dear tysm for participating !! <3 i hope everything here aligns well with your dynamic with him but if there’s anything you’d like me to change, lmk ^^

there is a waft of rich and buttery, spicy and savory, sweet and appetizing and everything in between as you take in another deep breath. your eyes take another note of the empty kitchen, save for yourself, your phone and the platters of delicacies– all of which are his favourites– that you’d diligently arranged on the dining table.

another beat passes, and your nerves waver as the expected ding from the device never came.

‘come rain or shine, he will return home.’ you remind yourself once again.

tapping the screen of your phone, the low light gives away to a snapshot of a delicate hand intertwined with another as a shiny metal band sits beautifully on one of the knuckles that are always subjected to one too many kisses on the daily. a soft smile tugs on your lips as you gaze warmly at the wallpaper, heart squeezing at the date displayed at the top.

it’s your planned dinner date with loid, and your husband seems to be missing in action as you wait at home all by your lonesome.

there are things better left undiscovered and you know how busy he is, how demanding his work can get. it was the reason why you’d decided on doing this at home in the first place, planning to greet your husband after a grueling day at work with a variety of his favourite home-cooked meals.

it’s not really a secret nor a surprise or anything, per se. loid already knows about your little pick-me-up idea for him, and had even enthusiastically agreed to come home on time to spend the evening with you.

although you can’t help but feel the concern and uneasiness gnawing at your insides the longer the silence stretches in your shared home. it feels wrong, somehow, for the house to be so quiet, for there to be only one person when it should rightfully be occupied by two. you pick up your phone, fingers swiftly opening up your contacts to dial loid’s number before pressing it to your ear.

three rings go by, another two, voicemail.

you try again, again, and again; dialing and hearing it ring and receiving the electronic voice from the other side.

your brain continues to chant. come rain or shine, he will return home.

heartbeat drumming incessantly in the confines of your ribcage, you fail to notice the simultaneous drumming of footsteps just outside the door. you lightly nibble on the tip of your fingernail as you continue to wait for him to pick up your calls.

he will return home.

he will return home.

he will return–

suddenly the door slams open. your pulse jumps from the unexpected sound, head turning towards the entrance of your home before a small gasp spills out of your mouth at the sight.

loid, an exhausted mess that he is, heaves from the run he’d been doing straight from his workplace. his suit is all rumpled as he runs a hand through his blonde strands, tired eyes connecting with yours in the low light of the open kitchen.

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out. he barely even glances at the full table in front of you, hues of blues focusing only on you as you abruptly get out of your seat to approach him. “god, i am so sorry, darling. i know i said i’d be home early today but something came up at work and they had me staying back to check on it,” he fumbles.

those words of his and the next go into one ear and out the other. a mixed sense of ease, comfort and warmth fills you, a certain lightness dancing on the edge of your heart as you take his face in your hands. “loid,” you cut off his rambles.

his words are stuck in his throat, his eyes bouncing between yours as he gently grabs one of your hands in his and whispers slowly, “yes, dear?” there's hesitance swirling in his gaze, worried that you might get upset that he didn’t stay true to his words. knowing where his thoughts have wandered off to, a soft smile grows on your face, “shut up and kiss me, my love.”

his breath stutters, and before you know it, loid is already pulling you into a kiss, lips gliding against yours to convey all that your words could never. you bask in his touch, pouring all the longing and reassurance into him as he wraps his arms around your waist to get you closer, to drown himself in your love until his world only contains you. because at the end of the day, no matter how bad everything could turn out, all he ever needs is you to make it better again.

you; his compass, his north pole, his light, his one and only beloved, his–

home.

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[nightstarbutterfly]

07 Two unknown streamers- can't come to the phone leave a message

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

"Thank so much nanami" you said grabbing your stuff "don't worry about it y/n utahime said she will stop by" said nanami he was fixing the two of you some lunch "utahime is coming?" You asked pulling out your phone only to see it was dead "shit" you whispered "is something wrong?" Said nanami flipping around a pancake

"it's nothing but my phone died must be why I didn't see any of her messages" you said putting your phone back in your pocket "why don't you use my charger it's in room" said nanami "thank you" you said walking away even if you are here with nanami you still couldn't help but worry on who that person that texted you was you were pulled out of your thoughts when someone knocks at the door

"it must be utahime y/n can you get that?" Called out nanami "yes" you said quickly charging your phone and walking towards the door you pulled the door handle and the door opens only it wasn't utahime waiting for you it was gojo standing outside with his head low "gojo?" You asked "y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked you were going to answer but he cuts you off

"actually nevermind don't answer I don't care but I need to talk with you" he said putting his hands in his pockets but you nodded your head no "we already talked and I'm really not in the mood for you to be making fun of me right now" you said crossing your arms "I'm not here to make fun of you I just need to talk with you it's important" said gojo tilting his head to the side

You sigh and look back "fine" you said looking back at gojo closing the door behind you "what?" You said looking at him up and down "I guess I'm here to apolo... I'm here to just say that I didn't mean to make fun of you so let me make it up tomorrow I am having a pool party I want to see you there since there are more things I want to talk to you about" said gojo looking away from you like he was embarrassed

"I'll think about it" you said putting your hand in the door handle about to go back inside but stop when you hear gojo say "fuck okay y/n I believe you that you have a stalker that's why I wanted you to come to my pool party I wanted to help you find who the stalker is"

Two unknown streamers

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synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

[pinkaditty]

MASTERLIST/INFO

hihi this is my Masterlist/Info post!!! I figure I've written enough posts at this point, so… why not organize them? and why not properly introduce myself?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

this is a long post!

AS OF 07/20/24 MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED 4 NOW. THANK U 4 ALL THE ASKS! U MAY SIMPLY SUBMIT AN ASK 2 ASK A GENERAL QUESTION, CHAT, OR WHATEVER, BUT I AM NOT TAKING ANY REQUESTS! KNOW IT WILL TAKE ME A WHILE 2 RESPOND IF U SIMPLY HAVE A SILLY LITTLE QUESTION. THANK U!

INFO:

hi! im pinkaditty! you can call me pink, pinka, pinkadit, pinkaditty, or just by Malibu!

20 ☆ femme presenting tmasc ☆ aroace ☆ gyaru ☆ studying biomed and working in a lab ☆ black ☆ gemini sun ☆ spiritual ☆ physically disabled ☆ he/they and pink neos!

FUN FACTS:

im spiritual and a learning witch. i do tarot readings sometimes,so if you'd like one,let me know! im also gyaru! the style totally changed my life about two years ago, and I've spent a long time practicing and preparing myself for becoming full gyaru! im nearly there, and will often repost gyaru content!

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

anyways! im really really into writing for Obey Me SWD/NB, Twisted Wonderland, and What In Hell Is Bad! I plan on writing for Arcana Twilight, Tears of Themis, Ikemen Prince, A3!, Love Unholyc, Blooming Panic, and maybe some various animes! Ill update when I've decided.

What I will write:

mostly anything you guys ask tbh

fem!mc, gn!mc, and masc!mc, but im mostly writing gn!mc.

dom!mc (my bias as a domme sorry)

MOSTLY NSFW BUT!!! occasionally ill do a little sfw hc post maybe

bdsm aspects

black!mc (guess why.)

alternate universe settings

hair pulling, spitting, penetration, pegging, toy use, pet play, d/s dynamics, roleplay, dacryphilia, yandere/pervert, etc etc yk the works.

honestly just ask. I'll probably write it (within reason!).

What I might write:

sub!mc (once in a blue moon or as requested.)

bodily fluids not including ejaculatory fluids (blood, sweat, saliva, discharge, etc.)

leather/spandex suits for bdsm purposes (i will if asked but it's slightly uncomfy to me)

piss (it's not as gross as scat so maybe i can work with this.)

What I will NOT write:

ANYTHING NSFW FOR CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18. I DO NOT AND WILL NOT AGE CHARACTERS UP FOR NSFW PURPOSES. IF YOU ASK FOR NSFW OF CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18, I WILL DELETE YOUR ASK AND BLOCK YOUR ACCOUNT.

incest. never in a million years.

teacher x minor student ships (adult student ships are okay so long as they are both consenting and there is no power imbalance nor grooming.)

just to be clear, nothing proship. not writing that. ever.

scat (nope! can't do it! sorry!)

and anything else i deem too gross or in violation of the law.

Want to submit an nsfw request? Click here for the specific guidelines! (CLOSED at this time! Must be 18 or older to submit a request!)

Sfw asks do not require the guidelines.

MASTERLIST:

OBEY ME:

Pervert (Pt 1; Demon Brothers)

Pervert (Pt 2; Side Characters)

Pervert (Pt 3; Newspaper Club)

Perv!Asmodeus

Pink Slush Preview (Solomon x MC x Barbatos)

TWISTED WONDERLAND:

SFW:

How Will the TWST characters react to you having to leave? Part 1

NSFW:

Rook after-sex headcanons

Cater Diamond falling in love

Idia Shroud falling in love

Leona Request (Breeding, Dacryphilia, Omegaverse)

Beauty (Rook Thirst)

WHAT IN HELL IS BAD:

Sitri Thirst

Facesitting headcanons

this post will be updated as i go! thank you!

no tags bc this'll hopefully be exclusive to my blog

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

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“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

[moodyhaaze]

❛ pet names ❜ — demon brothers

synopsis. pet names that the brothers have for the mc.

tags. headcanon | SFW | gn!mc

content warning. none.

a/n. inspired by this post. the absolute pain i endured to NOT put ‘kitten’ as satans. also forever begging tumblr to give us yellow font color because leaving mammon’s as white makes my soul ache.

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— 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

꒰ lambkin. ꒱

“come now, my lambkin, come to me…”

Lambkin is a rather Shakespearean term of endearment and that’s exactly why Lucifer uses it. It’s not overly affectionate or “vulgar” as Lucifer finds some pet names. He finds it sweet enough to convey a certain tenderness, but also respectful as to not dilute you to an object.

— 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

꒰ baby or babygirl/boy. ꒱

“c’mere, baby, the great mammon’s got you.”

Mammon likes calling you his baby or babygirl/boy because, as we know, he’s highly possessive. Honestly, he uses this more than your name and he likes it that way. You’ll make his knees weak if you go out of your way to tell him your his baby. Man will melt.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

꒰ dear. ꒱

“oh, hey! …ready for our game night, uh, d-dear…?”

I don’t feel like Levi would be much for using pet names because he gets too nervous to use them and/or feels like he doesn’t use them properly. But when the mood does strike him he’ll stick to the basics like ‘dear’ and he almost always says it with a stutter and flushed face.

— 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

꒰ treasure. ꒱

“it’s like you were made for me… a treasure just for me…”

I’m a firm believer in MC and Satan truly being destined to meet given their connection through Lilith given the circumstances, so ‘treasure’ feels the most fitting. Satan’s never felt a truer connection and understanding with anyone but you. Almost like you were crafted, molded, made just for him.

— 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎

꒰ my love. ꒱

“oh, my love, you’re back! i’ve got a bath ready for us!♡”

Asmo is all about theatrics, so anything he can do to verbally and openly claim you as his, he’s all for it. And what’s better then claiming you as his love? He almost always uses this pet name as he’s squeezing you into a tight hug, dragging you to a bath, or when he’s curled up with you in bed.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋

꒰ sweetie. ꒱

“here, sweetie, i brought us some snacks to share.”

Beel calls you sweetie because he thinks it’s adorable and you’re adorable and it just fits, okay? It’s not the most original or cutest pet name, but he thinks it’s fitting after everything you’ve done for him. What could possibly be sweeter than helping his family come back together?

— 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

꒰ darling. ꒱

“get over here, darling, it’s nap time.”

Belphie is all about being short, sweet, and to the point. He chose ‘darling’ because it felt right so why would he put anymore thought into it than that? He uses it often but still prefers to use your name more because he finds your name beautiful. He mostly uses it when he’s caught you in his grasp and got you trapped beneath his covers, refusing to let you go until he’s satisfied.

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