#okay i'll stop complaining and yearning now

[ellieslob]

★ellie got sick

+idea: ellie gets emotional when you take care of her

ways to help palestine !!!

you knew, deep down, under all the toughness and her act of being completely independent, and solitaire, ellie yearned for touch, but not just anybody's touch, your touch.

the first week after you guys got together you were both hesitant to touch each other, to be near one another, too nervous and definitely too worried of messing up, ruining everything and ending up alone again, so for the first weeks, you guys practically were just friends that called each other “babe” and “honey”.

that was until ellie got sick, it was nothing to really worry about, nothing but a cold, “it didn't matter” as she said, but at the same time, she had spent all of her weekend inside her bed, texting you about how her tummy hurt, her head hurt, her pinky toe hurt, your girlfriend switched from being the strongest and toughest woman you ever met to such being a pretty cry baby. you two were on your nightly call, when she heard the ring bell “oh no, wait babe, god, how do i get up” you heard her covers moving as she growled and whined.

“don't worry honey, i'll get the door” she looked at her phone confused, you hung up and left her even more confused, were you high? or…

the knocking stopped an the door opened showing that it was you at her room, with a soft smile and a little basket in your hands “hi baby. okay, okay, so i brought you a soft blanket, some chocolate, and yes, the milky one, not dark. i bought soda but i bringed tea, because you need to stay hydrated” your hands pushed her back to the bed, tugging her with the little blanket, and then checking her temperature by softly pressing your foreheads “oh and i made you chicken soup, i know you don't loove vegetables, but baby you-

you stopped yourself completely, her face was now drowning in tears, her face all covered in blush and her hands were grabbing her new soft blanket with a very tight grip “ellie, w-what's wrong?”

she got up from the bed, still her movements were slow and silly, but she managed to get to you, your worried look, the little basket, the homemade tea and soup, the little and soft voice you used just to talk to her. she knew it.

she almost tackled you into a hug, starting to cry even harder, her deep voice turning into whines, her sobs were loud and strong that they moved her hole body, she was clinging onto your shirt, hiding her face in your chest, you didn't know what to do, you had yourgirlfriend weeping desperately in your arms and she didn't answer your questions or stop shivering. you caressed her cheek, trying to wipe her tears a little “ellie?”

“thank you, i… i was so exhausted, i am really, but even with all my whining and complaining, god it must have been so boring to hear me complain about everything but still you.. you”

“i love you ellie, i love your face, your little freckles, your voice, your bad jokes, your complains, i love them because i love you, way too much, i’d say, you should be scared, like seriously, you should call the police” you started attacking her with little kisses all around her face.

“stop” she laughed like a kid, making you chuckle a little, her tears finally stopped, leaving her eyes shiny and loving “and you say my jokes are bad” she holds your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“well i guess that's why we are together honey, you'll have to endure”

“i love you”

“i love you more” and as cheesy as it sounded, your voice, your words and your kisses were all that ellie needed to get better.

🥣masterlist!

🫐nat: im back😭 im so sorry for all the time that has passed, this is not my best work but i wanted to make a little something to officially come back, love yaaall so so much

[makeyoumine69]

Call Me Babydoll 2

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: You hate to admit it, but it's undeniable the effect that Patrick has on you, even after all this time you couldn't stop thinking about him. After your last encounter with him, you hoped that things between you two would end, and you would finally have some peace of mind, but unfortunately Patrick had other plans.

— CONTAINS: Flirting, cursing, obsessive behavior, little touches, Patrick Bateman being sassy and seductive, pet names, kinda dirty talk.

— WORDS: 2.3k

— A/N: Hello my dears, I'm so glad you liked the first chapter, here's a new one, and I hope to post more in time. Please, enjoy!💗

— LINKS: [Ch.1]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [MASTERLIST]; [buy me a coffee]💓

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Bateman's baritone brushed against your ears like a silk scarf, and for a second you didn't even know what to say — your treacherous body captured the memory of his touch so perfectly, and it yearned for more.

Embarrassed, you crouched down to pick up the shards of glass, not even bothering to be careful. "Yeah, I'm fine," you blurted out, glancing up at him. "I just saw... a cockroach."

Bateman frowned in disbelief, mirroring your action and getting down to your level. "A cockroach? Really?" His question sounded more like mockery.

"Ouch!" you suddenly cried out in sharp pain, a single drop of blood falling to the floor, and Patrick couldn't miss it, as this sight evoked something primal in him. "Damn it!"

"Uh, Babydoll," he grumbled in a fatherly manner before gently taking your injured hand to blow on your wound. "What a reckless girl you are." 

With a soft click of his tongue, Bateman forced you to stand up and then quickly opened the kitchen faucet to put your finger under the cold water.

"Ow…! That stings a bit," you complained, glancing at how serious his face looked now, so focused, so defined — for a moment you just stared at his sharp cheekbones, they seemed sharper than the broken glass that had just cut you. "Uh, Patrick."

"I bet," he murmured, turning off the water when your wound stopped bleeding. "Be more careful next time," his velvety voice was oddly soothing now, but your heart was racing in your chest like a supercar. "Where's your first aid kit?"

His hazel eyes found yours so easily that you had to pretend you were just looking over his shoulder. "It's in my bathroom. I'll get it," you hiccuped as Bateman still held your hand and looked at you with a smug smile. "Thanks… thanks for the help."

His lips curled even more. "Anything for you," he chuckled, bringing your palm to his lips and tenderly kissing your finger just above the wound. "Babydoll." Every time he used that nickname, you felt your knees weaken and you almost went limp without even realizing it. Not to mention when he wrapped his hand possessively around your waist, holding you gently as if you were made of porcelain.

"Patrick..." You gasped almost breathlessly as you caught a glimpse of his curling lips.

With a mischievous smile, Patrick first tilted his head to the side, admiring the way you looked at him, before moving closer to your face, his mouth just inches from yours. But as you felt his warm breath waft over your tender skin, your father's voice echoed through the kitchen, forcing you both to pull away from each other like charges of equal polarity. 

"What happened here?" Your father halted in the doorway, his face a little confused and something telling you that you were in trouble. 

"I just—"

"She just saw a cockroach, Mr. (y/l/n)," Bateman chuckled as he turned to face your father. "(Y/n) seems to be a very impressionable girl."

"Sorry, Dad," you looked down at the broken glass. "I didn't mean to break your favorite glass," you mumbled apologetically, pressing your injured hand to your chest to hide it from your father. Patrick noticed immediately, and his cocky grin widened even more. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

With that, you stumbled out of the kitchen, leaving your father and Patrick behind, feeling the endless avalanche of goosebumps running down your back and hoping that your father didn't see you almost kissing his business partner.

After several days, you finally had to admit that Patrick Bateman had planted his roots deeper into your soul than you ever imagined. Night after night, you woke up drenched in sweat from the wild dreams you were having. In these dreams you were being ravaged by him, and each time it was different, but the common thread in all of these lewd dreams was the fact that you liked it. And this thing haunted you every day, when you were at home or at work, it was with you even when you were talking to your father. You had to suppress your emotions every time he mentioned Patrick, because you didn't want him to suspect that the two of you had a history, since he didn't seem to witness the image of your mouths almost colliding in a lustful kiss.

Damn it, why did you even think that he would kiss you, why did you even think that this kiss would be lustful? Why couldn't you stop thinking about him?

It was a rather gloomy day in New York City, the clouds above were threatening to rain at any moment, but that was the last thing on your mind as you packed your bag after a long day at the publishing house. As an editor, you had pretty strict deadlines, but this whole Bateman thing was making you a little lightheaded, sometimes it was hard to concentrate, or not even notice that someone was talking to you. It was so annoying, and the worst part was that it got worse every day. You even thought that if you ever saw Patrick again, you would tell him how much you hated him for all the shit he had done. But was he really to blame? What about you and your dirty mind?

"(Y/n), are you listening?" your coworker Nick asked you as you left the elevator and headed for the office exit. "You look like something bad happened."

"No, no, everything's fine," you murmured, opening the heavy door and fixing your unruly, wind-tossed locks. "It's just that my father has decided to make my life a little more difficult."

"What?" Nick asked, almost bumping into a random passerby. "Your father would never—" he stopped when he saw your upset face. "Uh, I just wanted to say that according to everything you told me about your father, he would never do anything bad to you because he loves you and…"

As the two of you approached the intersection near the publishing house, you saw a beautiful black limousine and a man standing next to it who appeared very familiar to you.

"...so you can always tell me what bothers you." Nick's words sounded like a faint echo, as if you were far away from each other, because the moment you recognized the person standing next to the limo, the ground seemed to disappear under your feet.

"Nick, Nick!" You panicked a little and clung to his arm. "Can you get us a cab? Please?"

Your friend frowned at your sudden request, but didn't ask any questions as he immediately started looking for the nearest taxi, but it was too late.

"Hello, (y/n)," hell no! Not him! Not now! "I've been waiting for you."

"And who are you?" Nick gave Patrick a glance full of contempt and suspicion. 

"Pat Bateman," Bateman replied with a fake smile that you already knew so well. "And you?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" You suddenly questioned him, crossing your arms over your chest, now unable to hide your irritation, although you didn't really try to.

"Your father asked me to bring you home today, since it's quite cloudy," Patrick's full-toothed smile made you almost grow angry. "Did you forget?"

Confused, Nick glared at both of you with a startled expression on his face — you had never seen him like that — so lost and betrayed?

"My dad didn't say anything," you started, rolling your eyes thoughtfully. "Why would he even do that?"

"Oh, Babydoll," Bateman let out a tired sigh before taking out a piece of paper. "Look," he handed it to you, ignoring your colleague's persistent stare. "Your father gave me the address where I can find you and take you home."

Skeptically, you took the miserable piece of paper to see your father's handwriting on it. At first, you couldn't believe it, but then something clicked in your mind, something that you didn't like. What if your father was trying to force you to get close to Bateman, so he could use you as a pawn in their business dealings?

With a foxy grin, you tricked him into thinking you were going to give him the note back, but at the last moment you pulled your hand away and hid the piece of paper in the pocket of your jeans. "I'll ask him myself."

You thought he would get nervous, at least that was what you expected, but not a single muscle twitched on his incredibly beautiful face. "Sure. You can ask him as soon as we get to your house."

You could say that after your failed ploy, his smirk became even more devilish, as if he could see right through you. Something strange was definitely happening, and you were eager to solve this puzzle, even though your instinct of self-preservation was screaming at you with red flags.

"All right then," you huffed, finally turning to Nick, who was still looking so shocked that at some point you felt guilty for making such a scene in front of him. "See you tomorrow, Nick." 

Fearlessly you pecked him on the cheek, but unfortunately you couldn't see Bateman's face at that moment, although you weren't sure if he wouldn't ignore this provocation as well. After all, this man was so different from all the guys you used to know. 

"Yeah," your friend murmured, blushing a little, and Patrick couldn't help but giggle, shaking his head in amusement. "See you, (y/n)."

Only after Nick had distanced himself from both of you did Bateman come closer, hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear. "What a show, sweetheart," he tongued your earlobe so unexpectedly that you almost choked on the air. "The poor guy must have cummed in his pants."

Exasperated, you turned to push him away, but he grabbed both your hands so quickly that instead of hitting him, you fell into his tight embrace. "Patrick, you are the bloody limit! Do you know that?"

Bateman just chuckled, pulling you closer and stroking your lower back. "Oh, baby, don't be like that," he mocked, closing his eyes for a second. "Don't break my heart."

"As if you have one," you grumbled, finally breaking free of his grip, though you knew you only did so because he allowed it. "I don't understand how my father can work with someone like you."

Patrick fixed his coat and stared at you as if you were a child talking nonsense. "Hmm, you can ask him about that too," he narrowed his eyes when he noticed you stroking your shoulders from the cold. "Believe me, he would tell you a bunch of great stories about how I saved his ass with some good investments. Your father owes me a lot."

The way he looked at you as he said those words made you shiver much harder than the wind. "What do you mean? Owes you?"

"Oh, that sort of things is not for a little girl like you, Babydoll," he crooned, stepping closer to caress your cheek. "But maybe someday I'll tell you a story, if you behave." Bateman chuckled and lowered his hand to your neck and entwined it gently. "And I have a feeling you would behave, since you love your father. Don't you?"

Breathing heavily, you didn't dare to move, only to meet his hazel eyes, which consumed you with their depth. "I know what you want, Patrick," you paused as his grip on your throat suddenly tightened. "And I really love my father, but that doesn't mean that I will allow you to turn me into one of your fucking toys!" 

Your words brought a grin to his face as you said exactly what he was expecting you to say. "Why did you even think you are good enough to be my toy?" His challenging tone only fanned the flames of your anger. "But I must admit, I do appreciate your temper." Grinning, he let go of your neck before spinning around to look at his limousine. "How about dinner? I am quite hungry. But first you need to change into something nice, those jeans look so tacky."

Instead of saying something rude, you raised your eyes to him as a very interesting idea flashed through your mind like an electric impulse. "Dinner, huh? There's a café I usually go to during my breaks at work," you chuckled at his slightly lost face. "Why can't we go there?"

"A café?" Patrick replied in disbelief, his eyebrows about to fly to the sky from how skeptical he looked now. 

"Well, only if you're starving," your voice was laced with playful notes as it was your turn to enjoy how awkward Bateman seemed to be right now. "Because I know yuppies like you only go to the restaurants to boast about getting a fucking reservation, not to actually eat." You blurted out, gesturing with your manicured fingers as you pointed at his now-confused face. "So we go to this café, or we go nowhere."

The deep line between his eyebrows seemed to become even more prominent as he gasped, probably facing this kind of stubbornness for the first time. "Argh, all right. Let's go to that fucking café. Lead the way."

"Why so grumpy? It was you who wanted to have dinner, Mr. 'I only wear my Rolex because all yuppies do, not because I need it to tell me the time'. What? Am I wrong?" You chuckled before turning away from him and heading for your favorite café.

Bateman caught up with you just as you were about to cross the street, and as the traffic light turned green, you felt a searing smack on your ass. Squealing, you spun around to face him, but he only pushed you further, forcing you to move on, and the only thing you managed to see was the shocked face of the old lady passing by.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[clov3sr]

Uno, Out | Jude Bellingham

♡ — pairing(s): Jude Bellingham x reader

♢ — author annotations: hi my name is clov3 there's a global demand for pretty football boy fanfics and I write here look at me writings hehe

♤ — c/t w(s): none <3

♧ — synopsis: Your best friend Jude accidentally ends your hangout with a love confession.

♫ — music inspo.: JUST FRIENDS BY AUDREY MIKA

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:11 ───ㅇ───── 2:48

GIF by avenirdelight

"Grow the hell up, Bellingham."

"I'm just saying that's not a legit UNO rule, and I think you know that."

"What I know?" You pause, dramatic as always. Jude misses that flair when he's away. "Is that as newly delegated UNO champion I can't understand your peasant ramblings? What are you saying right now, Ju?"

He doesn't have to look to know the stupid grin you're wearing, but he does anyway and bites his own bottom lip so as not to smile himself. You've just finished tidying the game and snacks up, and his blanket you'd for years claimed as yours had been folded and discarded on your loveseat. He almost forgets what he's looking for, but seeing his shoes in the corner of his vision jogs his memory.

"Man," he exhales, one hand on the wall steadying himself as he lazily shoves his feet into his shoes. In the corner nearest the door is a pair of his slippers that you keep around for him, should he need or want them. "It was just one game."

"Don't care. You got dethroned."

You've approached the entryway now, hands defiantly on your hips. Your head is tilted upwards, partly because Jude is tall and partly a consequence of your ballooned ego. Jude wants to bask in your amusement for much, much longer, too much longer than appropriate for just friends, but yet another notification from the team group chat reminds him that he really can't stay.

He yearns to stay with you.

He could bring up how he'd won the three games beforehand, but the moment is gone now, and he opts to just shake his head.

"Don't die, okay?" You huff, and he gives one last glance that he pleads with every God out there that it isn't full of too much longing for you. He knows what you're asking.

"I'll text you."

You only hum in response. It's been a couple of months now, that every time he leaves you, he wants to pepper your face with kisses and assure you that he can't wait to return. He wants to come home to your signature scent, an airy contrast to the usual smell of cut grass and athletic equipment. He imagines you drowning in one of his shirts, that perfect, stupid, contagious grin to comfort him about leaving.

"Bye, Jude,"

You say something, and he hears it, but the words don't quite penetrate his brain. You're probably saying bye. Your voice is like a song he'll never be able to overplay, a saccharine syrup he will never get tired of swimming in. Jude imagines you embracing him fondly right before he walks out the door. He envisions making sure you know, always,

"Bye, y/n, I love you."

"What?"

Fuck.

His subtle smile drops. He's already got one foot out the door, he's already got his lanyard in one hand ready to fish out the car keys, the other in the middle of closing the door behind him. He can't see your face.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The door is closed. He swears he hears a confused call of his name, followed by another confused "what?" but if he did, it was too muffled by the very shut front door for him to be sure. He's already in the motion of casually strolling toward his car.

Fuck? Fuck.

He could cry right now, but he's too dumbfounded, and before the grief can reach a resulting action, he's starting the car.

No, it's sinking in now.

In his peripheral he sees your front door fly back open. You're running out to his car, no shoes on. He's complained to you about that before -- you could step on something sharp. Before he can decide what to do, you've nearly fallen face-first into the driver-side window while halting to a stop, swinging open his car door. Your eyes are wide as you balance one hand on your bare knee, the other holding the door open.

"I love you too!"

♢ — author postnote (s): gym equipment has that goddamn smell bro ik you know what im talking about shit. like its got me heated rn is there a word for that smell. also this app sucks how many times do I have to post this

[tohsri]

jiraiya x reader

ok guys finally warnings: dick sucking, thigh riding, fingering, reader is in their early 20's and jiraiya 50's i doubt anyone reads my fics on wattpad but this is a edited and ig remade version

"ji- jiraiya!- too much-" she blabbered out.

"come on darling, cum one more time, you're a good girl." he stared into her eyes, amused at the fucked out expression she gave by only his digits. "i'll reward you, okay? you can do it."

as if on cue, she soaked his fingers with her arousal and cum right after the words escaped his mouth. "good girl. such a good girl." he smiled sweetly, then lifted her up and placed her on the bed, lifting her legs up onto his shoulders.

"since you've been a good girl, i'll reward you with whatever you want, darling."

"can i ride your.. t-thigh?" she hesitated for a bit. she could swear she saw a slight amount of excitement in his eyes, and he sighed with a grin. he sat up, on the edge of the bed, turning to her with a softer smile. once she was sober enough, he patted his lap, giving her his sign that she can do it.

"what are you waiting for, darlin'?" he chuckled as she sat on his leg. the only thing she wore was a shirt, which he could clearly see her perked nipples through. her puffy clit was completely exposed for his eyes to see, and he could feel his thigh already soaked.

as much as she wanted to continue riding, she couldn't help but mutter 'too good, too good', even if she was the one riding him. he could hear her words, and suddenly bounced her on his lap, making her gasp out of surprise and pleasure. "such a good fucking girl. need me to help ya cum, hm?" he smirked.

"darling, look at me." her eyes met his, almost making him cum with the pulsating feeling in his untouched cock. "get off my lap, now. you're taking my cock."

as soon as they were both positioned, he asked her. "what's the safe word, hun?" "r-red," she stuttered out, clearly needy to have his cock inside her. but the only thing she could say while jiraiya pounded roughly into her, is gibberish. skin slapping against each other and moans and grunts from the two filled the room.

until the phone rang.

"w-wait, j- jiraiya!" she cried out, her hand reaching out to grab the ringing phone to decline.

"go on, hun." he didn't stop thrusting at all. "answer the call."

a shaky hand reached out to grab the ringing phone, almost pushing it off the drawer by accident when jiraiya purposely decided to thrust so suddenly. he was just as needy as her, yearning to hear a moan, or at least a whimper since she was rather quiet cockwarming the white-haired man.

"y/n!! why didn't you come to the ramen shop with me?" 

she recognized the voice, her best friend, naruto. she had completely forgotten about how they were going to get some ramen at his favourite ramen shop, but he complained that it was already closed.

"come on, y/n! you couldn't bother to show up?" he said in a whiny tone.

"ngh-- can't, naruto. sorry, we can- ah! go another time?" she felt her body shift as jiraiya placed his hands on her waist.

"darlin', on your hands and knees for me, will ya?" he whispered in such a gentle voice, completely hypnotizing her mind, like he already didn't by slamming into her cervix so many times.

"h-hold on, jirai- naruto! uhm- s-sorry, naruto."

"jiraiya? are you with that pervy sage? i can't believe you would rather hang out with that old man rather than me!" he huffed, his pride blocking off the quiet and small moans you let out. 

"don't- call him that! h-he can hear y-you.. y'know- mmh!" she bit her lip, the tip of her ears going red as jiraiya rolled his hips against hers.

"well, it seems like y/n is having wayy more fun with me, than you, naruto." he grunted, holding both of her hands down and thrusted into her, letting naruto hear a sinful moan from her.

"h- hey! you pervy sage, what are you doing with y/n?!" the blonde boy grumbled.

"i'm just having a little fun with her~" he chuckled darkly, grabbing her by the neck. "don't worry about it, naruto." 

her face was a bright red, and she decided to take things in her own hands. "l-listen- mmn- naruto, we can talk later or tom- tomorrow, 'kay?" she blabbered out, immediately hanging up and burying her head into the pillow out of embarrassment.

"come on, darling. that wasn't so bad." he slid his hand under her chin, lifting her up onto his lap. "he didn't hear much, it's alright." planting a kiss onto the pouting girl, pulling her close while he cockwarmed him.

"angel, let's cum together." he gently smiled at her, causing the girl to blush. she nodded obediently, rolling her hips as she bit onto jiraiya's shoulder.

he thrusted hard into her, filling the room with skin slapping against each other so suddenly, that she let out a muffled yelp and bit jiraiya's shoulder harder. he grunted, going faster to the point where she couldn't hold onto him anymore. she released the sweetest moans, resting her head over his shoulder, her pants interrupting her moans.

"you know what, i'll let you cum if you beg for it. don't gotta wait for me to." jiraiya teased by running a finger up her slit, causing the knot in her stomach to grow even tighter. 

"mmnh!- jiraiya, jiraiya p-please, lemme c-cum!" she blurted out. "so needy, w'nna cum!" she moaned softly, losing her voice slowly as she slumped onto his chest. "c-can't take it anymo- more.."

he pulled her closer, letting her take a breather as he rubbed her back slowly. "alright, alright. c'mere darling. you deserve it after being such a good girl and talking to naruto." he kissed her neck, trailing up all the way to her earlobe, licking the shell teasingly. before she knew it she was being pinned down by her lover, moving his hand down to focus on her clit.

he hovered over the aching nub, kissing it gently sending waves of pleasure towards her body just from a small action. he pushed two fingers inside, sucking on her clit as he pumps his fingers into her. "darling, you taste amazing." he mumbled as he licked up all the arousal coming from her, and she just lost her control.

she cummed. not only cummed, squirted. one of jiraiya's most favourite things to witness. he pulled out quickly, watching in excitement as the clear fluid came out of her like a fountain. it was one of the most filthiest sights he has ever seen, and he obviously enjoyed it. he slurped everything up as if it was the last time he was ever going to fuck you, but it wasn't.

panting heavily, she flopped onto the bed, slowly coming back to reality until she realised her legs were wrapped around jiraiya's neck, and a hard cock standing near her pussy.

"i still haven't came yet, darling. i'm not letting you off that easy."

[that-was-anticlimactic]

shoulders are stupid and i think that they should just Stop

[books-and-catears]

Okay so I've been thinking of writing this for a while now. (Spoiler alert for chapter 16-20)

After MC is brought back to life, everyone approaches them as Lilith. And everyone seems to be all over them as if they weren't just almost killed by Belphie.

So MC feels uncomfortable over this whole thing. Not only do they feel like a replacement for Lilith but they can't even tell anyone about the trauma of almost dying cause they are demons, they can't possibly sympathize with human fragility. Well maybe one of them can.

The only brother who didn't know Lilith firsthand. The only brother who has spent centuries studying humans and reading all about their emotions.

Satan.

Tags: Angst, Hurt, Comfort

Only You

GN! Reader X Satan

"Ah MC...It seems you have only a week more left in Devildom." Lucifer announced in the middle of breakfast.

Everyone paused and stared blankly. Even Beel stopped chewing and put down his sandwich. You smiled, "Ah I was guessing it might be. Thank you for confirming, Lucifer."

One more week and then you could stop pretending to be okay. One more week of being Lilith. One more week of holding in your trauma. You smiled at the thought of being free of it all.

Everyone around looked dejected. Mammon was the first to break the silence, "Oi! You both are kidding right?!" Lucifer shook his head sternly.

"Ah how unfair! It seems only yesterday we met MC!" Asmo piped in.

"B-but we have so many animes left to finish in our watchlist, MC! And so many games we're still waiting for release!" Levi whined.

"So we can not have MC's cooking anymore?" Beel asked sadly.

"I barely got enough time with them! And you all are complaining?!" Belphie said, annoyed.

Satan was still silent. You looked at him only to find him staring right at you. You blush and look down, picking at your food. No matter how many times he did that, you still couldn't get used to it.

"You must have missed home a lot MC. Happy to go back?" Satan asked softly into your ear. You nodded slightly.

Then you felt your chest tighten. You did want to leave but that would mean no more Satan. You wanted to open up to him. If there was anyone among the brother's who could understand you - it was him.

After breakfast was over you stopped everyone before they left for class.

"Um..since it's my last week here, I have a request on how I want to spend it." You announced. All the brothers nodded and stared attentively.

"I will spend one whole day with each of you individually. And the order will be Beel, Belphie, Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Asmo and Satan. Is everyone okay with this?"

Everyone shared confused glances at the sudden statement but obliged never the less.

The rest of the week flashed by and soon it was your last day. Satan's day.

You woke up early that day, already prepping his parting gift. A bookmark made of dried flowers, with two petals on top shaped like cat ears, inside your favourite book from the human world.

"MC? Are you awake?" Satan called out, after knocking on the door.

You were still dressed in your flimsy pajamas but who cares? You ever going to leave tomorrow anyway. You put on some cat ears and called out, "Come in Satan!"

"Good morning MC, I think you'll like what I've planned for-" Satan stopped in mid speech. His eyes widening at the attire that did a fine job of wrapping around your body seductively.

"Good morning...sorry I was too busy to freshen up haha.." You apologize. "Wait for me here, it'll only take me a few minutes."

Satan nodded, hiding his blush behind his golden locks falling all over his cheeks as he lowered his head. You sighed. How was he so beautiful early morning?

Satan held out his arm like the gentleman he was as you prepared to leave for your date. "Take my arm, MC. We have lots of places to be."

You chuckled and did as told. "I can hardly wait."

You spent the day as if you were in a Romance novel. Cat Cafe, the bookstore, walking in the park watching the setting sun, holding hands. Satan really knew the ways to your heart.

After the sun set, you returned to the house of Lamentation.

"Would you like to come to my room later? We could read your favourite book together one last time before you leave?" Satan requested, his fingers still interlocked with yours.

"Yes..." You nodded, "I was going to ask you the same..."

"I'll be waiting." Satan said, walking you to your room and reluctantly letting go.

After dinner when everyone was asleep, you sneaked into his room. He was wide awake, waiting. He was sitting in his bed in only his black t-shirt and jeans, reading a book. The room was dark with only candles providing enough light to read. He looked up when you called for him softly.

"Satan I'm here...sorry for making you wait.." You said sheepishly.

His eyes lit up and he held out his hand for you to take. "Come sit with me."

You joined him on the bed. He swiftly put an arm around you, holding you snug against him. You could smell his scent and feel his breath on your cheek.

"I got something for you. It's not much but.." You handed Satan your gift.

"A gift? For me?" Satan saw the cover of the book and flipped to where the bookmark was. "That's... beautiful. Thank you MC I can't believe you'd- wait what's this?"

He fished out a long strip of stray paper in the middle of the pages beside the bookmark.

You remembered what it was and tried to snatch it away. How did this even get in there?! What the hell?! "IT'S NOTHING!", You scream

Satan smirked as he held it beyond your reach and started reading it. "A poem for Satan? That doesn't seem like nothing MC."

You tried getting up to gain better access to snatch the paper from him. "DON'T READ IT I SWEAR IT'S NOT SOMETHING SERIOUS. I WAS JUST BEING SILLY!"

Satan tightened his grip on your waist and started reading it out loud to your utter humiliation. You struggled in his grip, gave up and hid your face instead. He stopped midway.

"You read it to me." He demanded.

"Like hell I will!" You rebutted.

"Please." He splayed out his fingers on your back holding you close. His locks tickling your nose.

"N-no. It's embarrassing. I can't-" You started but he looked so dejected you gave in. "Fine but you have to look away from me."

Satan swiftly turned his face away and nodded. You cleared your throat nervously and started.

"Dear blonde boy with the sea in his eyes,

I'll be gone soon, so I'm done with the lies,

I've liked you for a long long time,

But it's too late to impose now, so I guess it's fine?"

"You see me for me, like I see you for you,

Everyone else, they just put me in her shoes,

But these shoes don't fit, they're not mine

And I'm sick of having to toe this line."

"But with you, I'm better, I'm more like myself,

And I can't thank you enough for all your help,

For your kindness, smiles and touch,

You always save me when it gets too much."

You stop. The next part of the poem feels like oversharing. Maybe you should have talked to him about this first. He squeezes your arm, asking you to continue.

"Satan I should explain this-"

"I know. I've known this for a while. But I want to hear this first please continue."

Shakily, you continued.

"I feel his fingers on my throat, unforgiving and unkind,

Help it's getting dark...am I going blind?

I let out a tiny scream with whatever voice I have left,

You're the only one here who didn't turn deaf."

"So replace his touch with yours, with your fingers so gentle and nice,

Hold me, warm me, I feel as cold as ice,

I wish I was a kitten, in your care,

You may be full of wrath, but I was never scared."

"But I'll be gone soon, I don't want to return,

But for you my bookworm, my heart will yearn,

Blonde boy with eyes of sea,

One last time, will you kiss me?"

You had barely finished when Satan spun around and cupped your face. He peppered some kisses on your lips, going upto your ear. He nipped at your earlobe and you let out a soft gasp. His face felt warm and flushed.

He placed his head against yours and sighed. "I can't get enough of you. How do I hold myself back when you're showering me with this much love and that too so beautifully?"

He wrapped his arms around you protectively. You instinctively buried your face in his chest and put your arms around his torso.

"You don't need to hold back..." You whisper.

Satan stiffens. "MC, you don't know what you're asking for."

You hold him tighter, lifting your head you place kisses on his jaw and nibble on his shoulder. "I know."

"Then I won't hold back any longer" He says, slowly pushing you down against his pillows.

He reached down and removed your slippers off your feet. "A part of me suspected you might feel this way. But you're not Lilith. You never will be and you don't have to pretend to be. You're MC. And that's all you need to be."

You looked away, outside at the moon. "Tell me honestly...if I didn't have Lilith's bloodline, would you all care the same way?"

Satan held your chin and turned your face towards him. He may never have been an angel but awash in this silvery moonlight, he certainly looked like one.

"Remember when I told you how much I hated being a part of Lucifer? And you told me that I'm my own person. You told me there was more to me than my wrath."

"Of course." You reached out to hold his face. "You're the smartest demon I know. And your love for cats and literature is unparalleled."

"Well then you're the only human who has swayed my heart. The human so strong and capable enough to bring a semblance for harmony to a dysfunctional family of demons." He smiled gently, running his fingers in your hair.

You felt warm inside. Atleast there was someone who liked you for you. You were so happy you could cry.

"As for what Belphie did, I made sure you never really alone with him." Satan said, now intertwining his fingers with yours. You give him a questioning glance.

"Remember the book of defense spells I gave you? I cast one on you whenever he's in the vicinity. It will render him useless if he dare attack you." He said, matter of factly.

"You knew...? But I never told anyone." You said, confused.

"I know. You held it in for our sake didn't you? You repressed it so much. I can't imagine what kind of hurt you went through." Satan's fingers tightened around yours.

"But one night, you fell asleep in the library. I went to put a blanket on you when I heard you mumbling for help. You kept saying it hurts and you can't breathe. And then you said Belphie's name and asked him to stop hurting you."

"I was so furious I rushed straight to the twins room. I was going to yank Belphie out of bed and renact what he did to you. But Beel woke up and stopped me. I told everyone in the morning before Belphie woke up. You've never been alone with Belphie ever since. One of us always stayed nearby."

You listened in utter shock. "You...you were protecting me all this time?"

Satan nodded, "Well I can't take all the credit. My brother's helped too. But just know that you're not a replacement for Lilith. And Belphie's an ass who doesn't know how to apologize. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. I know it's your last night here, MC... so I'll make this one worth remembering."

You smiled and pulled Satan towards you for a kiss. "I'm glad I saved the best for last."

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Okay! Got your request and it's going to be good!

Now please don't do this if you don't want to and don't rush, it's fine if it's late I honestly don't care, everyone writes at different speeds so please take your time if you choose to do this!

But my idea was a little more fluffy than usual......so Addict finds Varrick being super pissed from across the room while she talks to one of her love interests (I'll let you choose!) So she feels kinda bad and later that night she goes to Varricks room, and just slides into bed next to him without saying a word. He's confused but she tells him that she loves him and always will! If you want it extra fluffy you could have Addict apologize for making him jealous while giving him little kisses on his neck and cheeks.

Jealousy issues - Simp Party

Synopsis; Addict talks about EJ, and Varrick gets incredibly jealous.

Warnings; None

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

Note: I hope you like this! Varrick is such a cocky bastard lol...but he has a lot of jealous moments.

Word count: 7, 575

A bright red blush crept onto Addict's cheeks and Varrick fought back the urge to snap at him. However, being the strong hearted and proud man he was, he tried to compose himself, for who Addict was talking about wasn’t worth a penny to let himself lose it. “Jack is so nice…? I'm not really sure how to describe it, but he's always so calm and collected towards dangerous situations– I find it admirable.

Addict somehow hadn't seen his eyebrows twitch in annoyance, his nose wrinkling, and mouth twisting into a grimace. His expression was priceless, and Varrick tried to suppress the growl threatening to emerge from his throat. That didn’t stop him from grimacing internally. Eyeless Jack, he had never liked the demon. Considering this context, he despised the very thought of him even more.

"Oh yeah?" He huffed, "What else is so great about him?"

"Hmmmm," Addict hummed slightly, “1. He's extremely skilled at fighting, I know you haven't seen him but you should really consider it. 2. He seems to always patch up any wound I have skillfully– without even complaining. The only thing he ever gets worried about was how I got the wound. And 3. He really cares about the others, even Jeff.”

He looked at Addict with such a blank look, that she got a bit confused. It wasn't like him to be so quiet….it certainly had been strange.

“Cat got your tongue, Varrick?” Addict playfully grinned in a teasing way while sticking out her tongue at him. But he didn't seem like he was in the mood. Still, Varrick couldn’t tear his mind away from the thought of Jack being so close to Addict whenever her wounds needed to be tended to, feeling yet another pang of jealousy. Of course, he wasn’t threatened by Jack. It was just…he wanted to be the one to feel Addict, to feel her soft touch on his skin as he was the one who cared for it. But he couldn’t ask for it – he was way too stubborn and prideful. 

— — 

Exhausted from a seemingly endless day of proxy work, a youthful brunette trudged through his room void of light save from the beams of moonlight streaming in through half-open blinds. Boots left lopsided at the door, he dropped his clothing along the path he carved with aching legs. Tired eyes attempted to focus on the cold metal doorknob leading to his master bedroom.

With what little strength he had left, he turned the knob and carried himself to the nightstand beside the heavenly bed he yearned for. Tired eyes strained once again as they tried to adjust to the golden light provided by the lamp he’d just reached for. Those same amber hues found their way to the moving figure lost under the cotton sheets of paradise.

Swirls of brown locs spread across the beige pillowcase matching the comforter wrapped around her. The sound of peaceful breathing filled his ears, reminding him why he fought and slowly washing away the stress of the day. Scoffing with a smirk on his face, he wiped the bit of drool trailing down her pillow-squished cheek.

The brunette hastily stripped the shirt from his body and pulled back the covers only to frown at the sight before him.

Amber orbs scanned the area for his missing pillow until they found it stuck between the arms of his sleeping beauty. Much to his partner’s dismay, he snatched the fluffy pillow from her hold.

“Ahhhh,”  Addict groaned, sleep overflowing in her voice. "Varrick, what the heeeeell.” she grasped at the pillow with a limp arm and half-lidded eyes.

Varrick clicked his tongue as he threw his pillow beside the other where it belonged. “This is my pillow, darling.” The man she’d almost called her love climbed into bed beside her as he’d imagined doing every night and pulled her into him, only this time it wasn't a part of his imagination. Addict mirrored his actions, slinking an arm around him as if it was second nature. 

“Mmm, you're mean,” she mumbled into his chest.

Scoffing with the usual smirk on his face, Varrick placed his chin utop her head and delved a hand into her hair. He wastes no time scooping her into his arms and holding her tight like she was  the only thing left in the world. "I'm..sorry. For…making you jealous. If I had known I was making you jealous at the time, I would have kept my mouth shut." she softly apologized, "I love you, and I always will. You may be a cocky idiot, but you're my cocky idiot." She laughed slightly.

A bright red blush crept onto his cheeks, "It's fine…I wasn't that jealous. I'm greater than any damn demon. I can certainly fuck you way better-" Addict suddenly took a hold of his collar rather roughly, pulling him into her, her lips colliding as he was completely frozen to the spot, successfully shutting him up. Varrick's mind was desperately trying to connect the dots and instead it was just causing a short circuit. 

The world around him blurred as he looked into her eyes. Her arms reached up and tangled around his neck. She breathed in sharply and kissed him delicately, his arms encircling her waist drawing her in, his lips hungry for hers. Addict's hands entangled themselves in his ebony locks, and it took her breath away to realize his hair was softer than she had expected.

The hand rubbing circles into his back commands his muscles to relax while another swims through his hair and attempts to tame locks that had been viciously tousled throughout the day. The two of them lay in silence together, eyes hidden behind heavy lids, enjoying each other’s presence and soft breathing, and Addict can’t help but laugh to herself every time Varrick lets out a sigh as he continues to loosen up.

Addict feels a stir when he removes an arm from her waist and places it on her face, and despite the winter at his fingertips, she leans into it. His thumb rubs the apples of her cheeks, red and hot from his touch, and Addict plants a kiss on his palm.

He laughs, pressing his thumb into her lips before he brings it to his own for an indirect kiss. It brings a smile to her face and she hugs him tighter; he reciprocates by returning his arm around her sides. She melts into each other from the warmth of their touching bodies and the mixture of their scents and the seemingly unending embrace they shared.

Contented, Varrick resumes his position and returns his hand to himself, but it soon finds hers and he brings it to his lips for a kiss. He tucks Addict's hand under his chin, still holding it tight, and his eyes flutter shut again. Addict's other hand plunges into chocolate-brown tips as she watches him drift into unconsciousness with a smile on her lips; it was going to be an evening of cuddles and blankets and ice cream and she couldn’t wait.

[canipickthisnamelater]

oops... wrong timing

mammon x GN! reader

warnings: none

"ah, these exams are just a bunch of bull if ya ask me," mammon complained as he ambled behind you. "we all know i'll get a low score, it's like they expect me to improve."

you roll your eyes and give a lighthearted exhale before turning into the room lucifer gave you when you arrived in devildom.

"that's the point, mammon. you're supposed to study. you can't just half-ass it and expect improvement." you wished it was like that. but when it came to you and mammon both, school didn't come very easy unlike lucifer, who was just naturally smart.

you grit your teeth in annoyance. it sucked being the type who had to work hard for school.

you slip your backpack straps off your shoulders and let it fall with a loud thunk to the floor carelessly. exhausted, you then throw yourself onto your bed, mammon soon following after to lay next to you, facing the ceiling.

"i guess so. at least i got you at school, i can't imagine how miserable i was before," mammon turns his head to face you, and you two lock eyes. he quickly turns away.

"i mean, not that i like hanging around you or anything... but.. your presence is nice.. i guess." you snort at his lame excuse to cover up his emotions for you. it was funny at times, like today, but when you felt particularly more in love with him and he shot you down, it hurt worse than when beel had accidentally stepped on your foot while cooking with him.

mammon turns his head back to face you, and you stare at mammon softly, watching the demon's cheeks slowly fade from his tan skin tone to a flushed salmon pink. "w-what?"

you usually weren't bold like this, but something must have triggered you to say something. you parted your lips into a smile and whispered lowly: "i love you."

it took a moment for both of you to process what words slipped out of your mouth.

when you did process it, your face turned from relaxed to flustered, throwing your hands up to your cheeks. were you an extra kind of stupid? what idiot would say that out of the blue? something so intimate and you had to ruin the mood.

you quickly sit up from your bed and rest your head in your hands. "i-i am so sorry i don't know why i said that i didn't mean it—"

you get cut off from a hand on your forearm. the coolness from mammon's big rings shocking you.

"whoa what do you mean 'you don't mean it'?" mammon scoffs. his hand pushes your arm down to reveal your blushing face and he smirks. "how could you not love me? i'm mammon for diavolo's sake!" mammon exclaims with a few stutters, attempting to wipe away the obvious awkward air. you break into a sputtered laugh, relieved that this goofball had such a talent for bringing stressful situations down. "okay maybe i did mean it but it was not the right time to say it."

mammon looks down at your comforter and plays with his rings. "well, the timing didn't change how i would respond.."

you watch the top of mammon's head in shock. was he really owning up to his feelings? was devildom going to freeze over?

"i... love... you too." mammon choked out, embarrassed. he lifts his head to turn away, but you pinch his face in between your thumb and forefinger. "hey that's not fair, you gotta look at me and say it too," you tease, gently tugging his hot face to meet his eyes. he was nibbling on his bottom lip nervously, and he finally raises his eyes to look at you. the flecks of gold seemed extra bright now, a beautiful mixture of blue and yellow taking in your expression. although mammon was extremely embarrassed to the point of passing out, his eyes screamed excitement and you knew he was jumping around in his mind, practically freaking out.

"iloveyoutoo." mammon quickly spits, shifting his eyes to look at your nightstand. you break into a laugh and roll onto your back to giggle. it was mammon's turn to sit up and freak out, watching you clutch your stomach and gasp for air. "h-hey i didn't laugh when you confessed! stop it!" without thinking, he straddles your waist and puts his hands on your shoulders to stop your rolling. you sigh happily to catch your breath and wipe your eyes of tears before shaking your head at him. mammon blushes harder and you push his hands off your shoulders to reach up to mammon's face and pull him down into a surprise kiss. you both were already embarrassed as is, so might as well go all the way.

mammon gasps right before your lips meet and he hovers over you, stunned. you finish off the kiss with a loud "mmmmwah!" and pull your face away. god you wanted to do that for so long.

"muh-me too." mammon utters. you purse your lips, realizing you had said that out loud, but you keep your hands on his face to watch him. his cheeks were smushed slightly and it made his lips pout a little, inviting you to kiss him again, but you wait for him to regain his sanity to even function. it only took a few seconds before mammon bent his arms to instead rest his forearms on either side of your head, leaning down to give you a deeper kiss. your hands snake around his neck and you play mindlessly with mammon's snowy hair.

it was a beautiful moment, although sloppy. one of your favorite people you've yearned for for so long, now hovering over you and kissing you in a slow movement that seemed too good to be true. you always had a feeling he liked you, but it was a matter of if he would push aside his guarded personality to admit it and your ability to give him a chance.

the two of you break away from the kiss and you keep your eyes closed for a moment, letting the pressure of his soft lips linger before fading away. "it's better than i expected." mammon admits with a laugh. you join him and give him a loving look, sliding your hands to rest on his shoulders.

"i agree," you smile. "it's the best i could get." mammon grins, flashing his adorable fanged smile.

"it was me you were kissing, so you couldn't expect anything less than amazing."

[rogue-durin-16]

THE KEEPER (Part I/II)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fíli, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: a little angst, probably some typos

A/N: am I deliberately ignoring the canonical end of The Hobbit? Maybe so. PSA my phone died and i just got a new one; I'm still getting used to typing with it, that's why I haven't updated in more than a week. It's also why you'll probably find typos here, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3.

Part II

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I sighed at the music that echoed through the pillared halls of Erebor and managed to sneak into my room. Staying isolated while the whole kingdom was partying made my immature side, the one who would run down to the celebration in the blink of an eye, come to the surface, burying my common sense in its way.

"Must I tie you down to the lamppost?" Luckily, I had the most efficient keeper in the entire Royal Guard to remind me what I could and couldn't do.

"Would it kill you to relax?" I teased, though I had gotten her memo and was already moving away from my door.

"Probably." She replied, sparing me a quick glance with raised eyebrows. "Likely, it would kill you too." I rolled my eyes at her. "That's rather the point."

As a new idea crossed my mind, a smile flashed across my face "I'll risk it." I said, moving to stand in front of her, and held out a hand. "Dance with me?"

"No?" her tone expressed perfectly her incredulity at my words.

"Y/n I'm so bored, please, indulge me." her eyes opened widely, throwing daggers at me as I removed her sword and started to tug her towards me. "No one will attempt to kill me here."

"We don't know that." she retorted, though she didn't stop me from placing one hand on her waist and the other up in the air holding hers.

"Yes we do." I hummed, starting to sway at the rhythm of the music, quieted down due to the distance between us and the great halls. "We're in my chambers."

"will you remind me why aren't you at the party?" she inquired intently.

"Because of Thorin's paranoia?" I feigned innocence as I pretended to doubt the answer.

"Wrong." I pouted and she shook her head. "Someone sent you a death threat." I huffed, pulling away from her to spin her around. "You should take it seriously." I dramatically groaned, pulling her back to me. "Fíli." I couldn't help but grin.

It took me quite a while —almost a year— to convince her to call me by my name and not by my title.

"There is nothing to worry about," I stated, earning a tired sigh from her. We had been having that same back and forth for a week —it had started as soon as she had been assigned that task, in which I might have had a hand. "Because you are here to protect me."

"Something I can't quite do if I'm dancing."

"I said I'll risk it" i repeated with raised eyebrows.

It was then that she finally started to relax in my arms, not before letting out a sigh of defeat accompanied by an eyeroll though. Her beautiful eyes drifted off me to get lost somewhere at my left; took that opportunity to let my poor façade down and stared at her mesmerized as if she was the Arkenstone.

It's not as if I didn't make it quite obvious that I fancied her —actually, that was an understatement— but often my feelings were accompanied by a joking tone to spare my heart from Y/n's genuine reply.

A strong knock made us jump away from each other and rush to get our respective weapons. "Fíli?" My shoulders relaxed when Nori's voice reached us, but just as I stepped to open the door, Y/n tugged my arm to stand behind her. "Calm down, will you?" The dwarf requested, offended at Y/n's hostility whilst letting him pass.

"I tried telling her, but she won't listen." Y/n huffed and I winked at her. "What is it?"

"Thorin wants to move you to another room until this is sorted out." My eyes widened at his words. Now the whole matter was starting to look like a tempest in a teacup. "Dwalin offered to exchange chambers with you."

"You're all exaggerating." Y/n joined Nori in his task of picking up the necessary. "This is ridiculous!" Both of them were now running around the room, completely ignoring me. "I can defend myself!" Y/n, now at the doorframe, motioned me to follow her out of the room. "I refuse to leave my room just because a coward sent—"

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"Force wasn't necessary." I grumbled, throwing myself over my back to the king sized bed. It wasn't as comfortable as mine.

"In fact," she gave me an intent look, taking off her light armor and mesh, and throwing them over a stone bench. "it was."

I propped myself up with my forearms, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stared at Y/n. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to sleep?" She replied, leaving her sword as close to her as possible, in case she had to reach for it.

"In that chair?"

"Yes?" Now she was the one who frowned confused. "Where else?" With eyebrows raised, I motioned at the large, empty space on the bed. "No?"

"There's enough room left for you and your sword." She snorted as if I was joking —which I partially was but not entirely. "We're both grownups are we not?" Her eyes pierced through me giving me that look. "It wouldn't be the first time that we sleep together anyway."

"We are not to repeat that." She stated.

"Y/n? Y/n." I kicked her leg through my blanket and hers, making her gasp and consecutively turn to meet me with an annoyed gaze. "Don't give me that look."

"You just kicked me." She hissed in the same quiet tone I was speaking.

"Because you're shivering."

She completely spun around so now we were face to face. "That's not a valid reason to kick me."

"I was trying to get your attention." Before she could complain again, I rushed the words out of my mouth. "Sleep with me." She slightly scooted away, surely taken aback by my suggestion. "I'm freezing too." I added, which wasn't a lie, just an exaggeration.

Before I knew it, we were laying together with both blankets over us, our legs interlaced, and our faces way too close.

"this is the most uncomfortable position we could have chosen, is it not?" I laughed, refusing to let my cheeks redden.

She laughed too, in the same way I had. "Any suggestions?"

"maybe..." I started guiding her, searching for another posture. "Maybe... Like this? or-"

I was cut off by her quiet laughter, now genuine and contagious, as she had ended up with her torso over mine. "I don't think this is better." She caged me so she could prop herself and move; and she propped herself, but didn't move.

The muffled chuckles had died the moment our gazes met. Both of us parted our lips in an attempt to say something, but none spoke.

With our eyes locked, my hands carefully traveled up her thighs whilst one of hers hesitantly caressed my cheek.

As if we had silently agreed on it, we both leaned into each other and let our lips share a ghostlike kiss that left me yearning for more. It was the reason why I unconsciously lifted myself, trying to capture Y/n's lips when she pulled away.

I snapped out of it when my forehead met hers and her hands rested on my chest. It was the strangest sensation; seeing the regret in her orbs at the same time as I felt her body refraining itself from returning to me.

"... would it be so bad?"

Y/n opened her mouth like a fish out of water. "It would be worse. I thought I made clear that this" she finally spoke, motioning between me and her "cannot happen."

"Well, this time we're not sleeping in the woods." I reasoned, deliberately ignoring the pang in my chest. "So there is no reason for it to happen again. Now" I patted the matress. "Sleep with me."

After a moment of meditation, she gave in and lay down, throwing the soft furs over her.

Silence.

"This is uncomfortable." She spoke, both of our bodies stiff and our eyes on the ceiling.

"It is."

Silence.

"Okay, take the bed." I finally said, attempting to get off it and move to the chair, just to be tugged back by her hands.

"Don't you dare." Before I could argue, she scooted closer and I had to force myself to relax when she laid her head on my chest because I could make it even more uncomfortable if I didn't do so. "No kissing this time." She teased.

"Yes ma'am." I replied with a chuckle, wrapping my arms around her.

It didn't take long for either of us to fall asleep.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I woke up to Fíli and Kíli's hushed voices, and I instantly jolted up, entering a kind of alert mode that only the two brothers were able to get me into.

"What are you doing?" Kíli's eyes went from his brother to me, and back to his brother. "What is it?" Instead of giving me a reply, the younger prince nodded at the blond one and exited the room. "What on Durin's beard was that?" I inquired, suspicious.

"I was telling him where I was going." Replied, sheathing his blade.

"You are not going anywhere."

"I am going out."

"No you're not." I commanded, already dreading it would be in vain.

"To Dale." He was speaking so casually, as if he wasn't about to disobey direct orders from our king and to get me in trouble in the process.

"Fíli."

"I need fresh air!" His voice became slightly louder in desperation.

"Go to the damn balcony!" I replied, mirroring his tone as I threw the furs off me.

"I'm going out."

"Well, I'm staying here." I firmly stated, not willing to give in just yet.

"Then I'm going out alone." And with that, he left. "Until this afternoon!"

"What even-" after going through a moment of shock, I got up and put on my boots, only being able to grab my sword and belt before rushing out of the room.

"Oh so you are coming?" He teased, literally strutting along the hallway, not bothering on slowing down the pace for me to be able to buckle my belt and sword around my waist without struggling.

"You're impossible." I yanked his arm to stop his walking.

With my attention on the belt I didn't notice how close he had gotten, so when his hands appeared in front of my eyes, pulling away mine, I had to stop myself from gasping. "You have always loved challenges." He pointed out, taking care of securing the belt around me.

"Not when I have to keep the challenge safe." He pulled at the leather clothing to make sure it was okay, and then held my hand to prompt me to resume the walk. "I don't even have my armor on."

"You won't need it." He assured me, not allowing me to go back before sneaking us out of the mountain.

This would surely end terribly.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Your children are here to tell you:

Do something new

Laughing all the way to the bank

It's a life or death situation To the girl with the hair like spun gold

I don't wanna dance with the Devil But do you mind if I tap my foot?

Am I missing something?

Is it something good?

You’re killing me john

(S)He said, "Please don't go away"

I said, "It's too late"

“And now I can't stop thinking That I almost gave you everything. And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything.”

Something wrong something not quite right

“What have they done to the Earth?”

“You think I’m psycho don’t you mama? You better let them lock me up.

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama

Standing right there by his bed w/ my hands around his throat, Mama,Wishing both of us were dead

You know that little girl next door, Mama?

Oh, don't tell that she's dead, Mama

Cause I just saw her in the park

We was sitting on a bench, Mama

Thinking of a game to play

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama

And then my mind just walked away.”

Somehow you’ve become some paranoia

I testified, my mama cried

I never saw a way to pay a sap to read the law, then become a victim of a lawyer.

Don't know ya, never saw ya

Tape cued, getting me sued

Playing games with my head, what the judge said

We just had the quarrel that sent you away

An Angel with apple blond hair now

An inbuilt guilt catches up with you

So dark and deep, the secrets that you keep

I am just like a child lost in the woods

I yearn for the truth that you know

let’s stay together

I love myself better than you

Somewhere I have heard this before

As a defense I’m neutered and spayed

Once you know the truth you might wish you walked away.

I have pulled myself clear

I think he knows! (12:12 woo)

This is my dance floor I fought for.

They wrote a book about it

They said it was like Ancient Rome And something flickered for a minute

And then it vanished and was gone (Romeo had Juliette is perfect songwriting. )

You are shining some glory on me

Miss Americana (so I finally got this song; it had me sobbing, and it wasn’t what I thought. But I’ll wait for a day when my screen is working to expand.)

Song sung blue, weeping like a willow

You can sing it with a cry in my voice

“Everybody knows.”

Love will tear us apart again

“Valentine knows it all. He’s got something to say.” (12:34)

3:33

I will love you til the end

And you cannot be bound, if you cannot be free

Hosanna! Head on high, I'm gonna sing it till the day I die

Gonna push on the gas till the gas runs dry

Mary dances on a hurricane

Said the boys in here are all the same

'Cause she'd rather be preaching with fools

You’d take an overdose if you knew what was going down.

"It was around four in the morning in the studio and I guess I was half-awake and half-asleep,I figured I was dreaming so when I really woke up, I put it down straight away. I guess that's the advantage of falling asleep in the studio - at least you can get your ideas down right then and there! What turned out to be heavy about it was he said that it had some of the same structure as something he'd done for a movie years ago."

Why do I want to blow up your life?

“I just thought that if I could take it from her, maybe then it would prove that I’m worth something.”

“I guess that’s just Your game and I’m the one who gets played again and again and again. You know how to fuck me up.(4:00)

Russian Easter hymn

Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more,

ain’t that peculiar

“I’ve seen gypsies who made it all the way and kept goin.”

My town bitching/ complaining when people ain’t got shit to eat

So I’m living inside my mind

“I keep retracing that storyline.”

I’m in tears again when you rock and roll with me (this should be the new blog title)

I’ve found a door that lets me out

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

But if you're out there, I hope that you're okay

little military march

Oh baby how was I supposed to know? I shouldn’t have let you go. My loneliness is killing me

I’ve been replaced with someone new

He don’t realize I’m thinking about you

And if you wouldn’t mind I would like it blew

And if you wouldn’t mind I would like to breathe

Here is another word that rhymes with shame

You could do anything

All I do is think about you

I'm a stubborn man with a fickle plan

Talk to me without the need To make your case

Settled at a standstill

We shall live again

I did it for survival But i looked like the asshole anyway

You ate up all my breadcrumbs —Now i'm lost alone inside your cave

You best let the water run

“Honey, you best sit down.”

Far from skid row I dream we’ll go

It’s been a hell of a year, thank god we made it out

You got me feelin' like I been too mean

And fuck like a demon, do it like nothin'

I am disgustin', I've been corrupted

I been gone, yeah, I been on this road too long

“At the heart of the matter, Someone wove a secret spell

Mixed with girl not so peaceful

Angel and animal

But me losing you was not a part of this plan so…”

“I think making up, faking up stories is all right. fiction is my thing. My attitude is always I and me and mine; Oh I'm so clever, I'm so clever, I'm so clever!

Until my paranoia kicks in then I'll accuse her of doing all the worst things I do best.

It's funny how me fucking her about has got me in this fucking mess. Liar liar liar liar liar pants on fire. Lies, alibis, lies, more alibis.

From the truth, I admit I'm more than shy.”

“I'm feeling so guilty about the things.”

This is the happy ending I look at the books And things people are reading

I know that you've written them, too

You've got so many little things to do.

As I'm endlessly, endlessly searching the crowd

Looking for something from you

Just one fucking measly clue

Any shitty little tip-off would do

A ghosteen dances in my hand

Slowly twirling, twirling all around

[thefakesalt]

okay listen... its midnight

Wilson from Don't Starve reminds me of:

I Wish I Were Hungry

Oh, man, you know what would be great right now? A big bowl of chili, swimming in tabasco, with diced onions, grated cheddar, and Saltines. Damn. I just wish I wasn't so stuffed from that big lunch, or I could dig into one of those big-time. It just sucks having all this extra money in my pocket, and no food to spend it on. I stopped at the ATM yesterday afternoon, and I still have three twenties in my wallet. Worse yet, payday is tomorrow. I mean, I'm not complaining about having lots of money, but I just wish I had the stomach space to blow some of it on an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet with General Tsao's chicken and pork fried rice. In my current state, I'd be lucky to get a fortune cookie down. My big mistake was getting the full-blown gyro platter at the Parthenon. That always fills me to the roof. I'm usually not hungry for four or five hours after that. I guess that's what I get for overdoing it. Oh, my God. I just remembered. The Old Towne Steakhouse is having the special this week on the 12-ounce Porterhouse. One of those, a baked potato, green beans with slivered almonds... Curse this full belly! Damn me for a fool, why did I have to gorge on the whole giant gyro platter? With the fries and a huge piece of baklava for dessert, no less. If I'd only had the one gyro and a drink, I might be able to eat a calzone or something now. The night ahead promises to be a grim, foodless ordeal. I don't believe this. Dark Angel is on in 10 minutes, and if I can't summon up some hunger, it's going to be a less-than-total sensory experience. Just sight and sound. I mean, I could snack on some chips, but whoop-dee-doo. That's not eating-eating. I want to be legitimately hungry. Hungry enough for one of those big-as-your-head chicken molé burritos from Burritoville. Man, those starving peasants in other countries have it so good. They're so hungry, I bet they can eat whatever they want. Why couldn't I have gotten up earlier today? Then I could've had that big western omelette around 9 a.m., then lunch around noon. Oh, man, my stomach is yearning to be yearning for something to eat right now! In America, the hungry man is king! His city's downtown district is a palatial theme park of tantalizing eateries, all competing for his dollar! "Friday Night Fish Fry"? Hmmm… not today, thank you. "Serving Award-Winning Ribs And Chops For 35 Years"? Could be good, I'll make a note of it. "World's Best Peanut Butter Pie"? Eh, the line's too long. What's this? "Specializing In Moroccan And Tunisian Cuisine"? Here I choose! Fill my belly, merchant! That is the life of the American man blessed by hunger! But packed as my craw is with food, I might as well be living in Communist Russia. Maybe if I drink a lot of seltzer, I can hurk up some gas and make room. Then, I could at least have a sandwich or something.

what if i did one of those reblog games but instead of something with variation i pick out a The Onion article i'd assign to your f/o