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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1245

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A newly vampiric caretaker accidentally loses control and biting the whumpee, who had previously been harmed by a vampire whumper.

In this instance, there’s no lasting physical harm done but caretaker is so scared of themselves and doesn’t want to hurt whumpee that they isolate themselves to try and prevent further harm to whumpee.

It hurts worse if you imagine that the caretaker was turned while rescuing whumpee. Maybe they weren’t even aware of it until their fangs were in the whumpee’s flesh.

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Hi bunny, I recently found ur page and have been binge reading ur posts, you’re so good!! I have a big order. Peach cake, Red velvet cupcake and a pound cake with strawberries. With a side of with dark hot chocolate and a glass of water, George Russell🙈… if it’s too many details do it however you want bcuz your writing is amazing <3

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i love getting orders! i accept more than just formula one so i'm always happy to try different fandoms. so please! check it out! and thank you lovely anon, i'm happy you love my work! and thank you for submitting a george russell order because i've gotten people asking for him! so thank you! i hope you love it <3

peach cake: ("if you spill a drop, we start all over.") + red velvet cupcake: ("if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one.") + pound cake with strawberries: ("you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again.") + dark hot chocolate: (sub!reader) + glass of water: (aftercare) served by george russell (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sub!reader & dom!george, rules & punishments, spanking, sparkling water, jealousy, aftercare, doggy style,

"you're so lucky, honestly he sounds like a prince charming!" you once heard from someone when you were talking about your boyfriend, "george just seems like such a sweet guy. like he double checked to make sure that roses wouldn't make your cat sick? most guys can barely get flowers!"

you felt your ears burn at her words and nervously played with the bracelet around your left wrist. there was on charm on it, letter 'g' for your beloved. your boyfriend, your biggest fan.

your dom, george russell.

but even men who looked like princes in fairy tales could be a little jealous. george often appeared himself to be a very sweet guy, who'd never actually hurt someone. he was a force on the track and would do what he needed to win, but he'd never put his hands on another driver. he'd never get in their face or try to get violent.

but as he watched lando norris try his hardest to pick you up, george really wanted to knock some sense into the driver. just because a woman didn't wear a neon sign that said 'taken', it didn't mean they were free game to flirt with.

and you, the future mrs. russell, should know better. even though the weight of the bracelet you wore wasn't too much. he hoped that it was enough of a reminder to behave. listen to the rules that george had laid out for you.

when lando touched your bare arm, and you stepped back a little. george knew that he had to step in. he was at your side rather quickly, smiling at lando. he wrapped an arm around you.

"see you've met my girlfriend, mate." he smiled, putting all of his charm into it, "i was looking for her." his hand snaked to your ass and you gave it a firm squeeze. you weren't off the hook.

"oh this is-" lando looked at you, "i didn't recognize her, mate. i'm so sorry!"

george was a little unconvinced when he replied,"yeah, a haircut can do that." even though you hadn't styled your hair differently in years. george didn't get too aggressive with the fellow driver because now that he was close to him, he could see that the drink in his hand was large and his stance implied it wasn't the first one of the evening.

but, george made sure that you didn't have a drop of alcohol. so while lando was drunk, you were well aware of the rules that your dom had set for you. the driver leaned to your ear and said, ""you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

and you swallowed, knowing you'd get a lecture when your boyfriend steered you away from the drunken racer. you felt the tip of your ears grow hot and you played with the bracelet. despite how nervous you felt, george was all smiles as he told lando to have a good night.

as you walked away, your lover's voice was hot in your ear, "no flirting. remember? you are mine, and i don't need other men getting their hands on you." he held you by the back. he kissed your cheek softly, "when rules are broken, there are punishments." this was part of your dynamic.

you knew there would be a punishment when you got home and you were right. a bottle of sparkling water from the grocery store was opened. and with you on your knees, opened your mouth. this was a punishment of endurance and being unbreakable. george poured a mouthful in your mouth then closed your jaw. he said, "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

you nodded before you got up onto your feet. your legs shaky as he put the bottle down on the nightstand. you held the water in your mouth as you got over his lap. you could feel his hard cock against your stomach. the goal of the punishment was to hold the water in your mouth even if the carbonation made your eyes run. and george spanked you for every infraction you did.

"you're a whore." he said as he rubbed your bare ass. he stripped you down to nothing as soon as you got home. you were to be laid out naked for him. he on the other hand was still in the shirt and slacks fro the party. it only added to the dynamic, you were exposed for him while he got to stay dressed. he slapped your ass, "you're a whore, you let norris get his hands all over you. you know if you let him suck on your pretty breasts or fuck your poor pussy, you'd be thrown away by the next day." he landed another spank across your ass.

you whimpered, trying to hold the water in your mouth. the spanks made it hard to not choke on it or have to drip out of your mouth. the bubbles of it made you feel discomfort in your face. but you had to be good.

"but not me. i'd never do that to you." he said softly, "you are my treasure. you know there's rules, that you have to be well behaved for me. or else we're going to have problems. you're my girlfriend, my love, my submissive." he landed a few more spanks across your ass, he watched your body shake with each of his slaps. but you didn't spill a drop.

the knowledge of that made george smile to himself. it wasn't hard to train you to be an amazing sub, you were always so eager to make him proud. you took your punishments with grace. he landed a few more smacks across your ass, "but you are my whore in the end. my responsibility to teach and fuck." he groped your bruised ass which made you whine.

you kicked out your legs as if you were trying to say that you weren't a whore. that you were a good girl, but it was only met with another hard smack across your cheeks. you arched your back and whined more.

"if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one." he said as a warning. he took you by the jaw to look at him. your craned your neck to get a good look at your prince charming. he smiled, "swallow. then hands and knees."

you swallowed and nodded happily. and like a good girl, you opened your mouth to show you swallowed it all. you earned a pat on the cheek, which made you melt a little. you got off his lap, leaving pussy slick across his black slacks.

george noticed it and chuckled lightly before he started to unbutton his shirt. you were a messy little slut, but george adored you. he was only rough because he knew it was best for you. you were a smart girl, you just needed reminders. once he was out of his clothes, he saw you with your hips raised. ready for him as always.

"my beautiful girl." he said as got himself behind you on his knees. he admired your beauty from behind. he could feel the heat of the bruises on your ass when he placed his hand across one of the cheeks. oh, you were perfect for him, "see, norris could never have you like this. no, no. he wouldn't know what do with himself. he'd probably finish before he started." he chuckled as he gave your ass a pat. he pushed his cock all the way into you, you were beyond soaked that it was so easy for him

he started to move his hips, he pushed you into the covers by your shoulders and had the perfect angle to fuck you. you looked so pretty as you took him. you really were a good girl, the farthest thing from a whore. but he knew it excited you when your prince charming, george russell, called you such sick names. it made you hot all over, just as when he fucked you with heavy thrusts.

"ah, george. sir." you arched your back as he hit the softest parts of you. you felt like a dream, you were a fairy tale princess. from your cute face to how you dressed. to how you were good with everyone but always perfect for george. you took his cock perfectly, made for him like you came from pages of a story. it was why he need to fuck you was always so strong.

"perfect little whore." he said, his voice tinged with praise.

you moved a little bit and felt your knees start to hurt from the feeling of it all. you felt a thump in your chest from his words. you held onto the pillow under your head. your ass stung from the feeling of the previous slaps.

"see what happens when you behave. you know i'll take care of you. always, but you have to remember our rules. they're to keep you safe. you are the most important thing to me. that's why i hate when you're a whore." he continued to thrust up against you.

you believed him. that was why you put so much trust into him.he never steered you wrong. you loved him so much. and he loved you, even when he called you names in the safety of your bedroom, you loved him more than anything.

his thrusts were focused and they made you squirm. it made it feel like he was nudging up into your stomach and it took the air out of you. your pussy was a fit for him.

you held onto the covers with your back arched. you panted heavily into them. everything was hot in your body, you panted heavily into the sheets. "please, sir."

"you know i love you, and this all happens because i love you so much. and i know how good you could be for me." he said hotly into your ear, keeping you pinned to the bed.

the blood rush made your toes curled and you came with your hands buried in the soft sheets of your shared bed. you gasped into the pillow and you back arched. it was all too much, you almost had tears in your eyes.

he finished after you did, then slowly came to a stop. he pushed his entire length into you and bottomed out in you. he shuddered and coughed out a moan. his grip on you was tight. and you came once more from the intensity of it all. the sparks in your brain came alive.

your back arched as you felt him slow down and stop. you both tried to catch your breath before george pulled out and wrapped himself up around you. he got the covers over you and kissed at your face with love.

"do you need water?" being a good dom meant aftercare. especially from such a production. he peppered your face with kisses and held you in his arms, "i think there's something in the fridge you could snack on."

you looked at him and cupped his face gently, you said with half-lidded eyed, "just some water. when i can think again maybe a shower, sir."

he kissed your lips and said, "perfect, good. my good girl." even with the bruises across your ass, you felt on cloud nine. there really was nothing like having a dom. especially the kind like george. your prince charming <3

[tellafairy]

Hi, can you please explain in detail how you changed your marks + got into your dream uni and how you always stay lean? This would change my life.

i have already answered this but i will re answer it more in depth !

when i was 16, i really wanted to attend a university quite far away. it was a dream i had for a while, but i was scared things wouldn't work out — especially when my counsiler told me over and over again that my grades "weren't good enough" and i "didn't meet the requirements". i was also scared about finances and the uni being to far away.

with this, when my senior year came and i turned 17 — i had saw a sucess story on tiktok of a girl who manifested her dream university experience simply through LOA. this prompted me to do the same, and i began to completely ignored everything my counsiler said. i told myself over and over again that i am attending the university, no ifs ands or buts. i repeated simple things like "i literally got into the university, is he crazy?" "my dorm room at university is so cute i love it" over and over again inside of my head whenever the topic of university was brought up or came to mind. whenever someone asked me where i'm going for uni, i told them this university. spoke about the uni as their student would. and when filling out my application, i was laughing to myself. "why am i even doing this? i'm already a student at __.. i guess it'll be fun to show other students what an application should look like if they wanna get into __ like me!"

id also saturate! sometimes i'd spend 1-2 hours just sitting there thinking of life at that university in my head as if i was already there. id go into detail about the financial aid id get, how my dorm would look, meal plans, etc etc — everything i wanted my uni life to be like. (this part is quite important to me, i made sure to incorporate the fact i wouldn't struggle with paying for uni or finding housing). id ignore any thoughts or worries whenever they came to mind, i always made it my priority to remind myself that i already attend the university — nothing else matters.

as for changing my marks; in my home country, your highschool submits all of your grades to the universities for you. and after graduation, they send you one final copy of your transcript. so when i was applying to university, i only saw my transcript once before graduation through my guidence counsiler, and it didn't even have all of my final grades because i was still taking classes, it only had my midterm marks (which are basically ur final marks before the final exams which would usually bring ur mark up by 5-10%)

anyways, after seeing it and realizing how bad my midterms were, i just affirmed that the transcript was wrong and that my final marks would be 10x better. i told myself that i'd ace my fianl exams so well that it would bring my marks up by more than 10%. despite this — after graduation, i received a transcript with my exact same mid term marks.

but, i didn't let this discourage me. i simply disregarded the email and deleted it, i didn't even save the transcript because i knew it wasn't right. i kept affirming and affirming and saturating and telling myself that they accidentally sent the wrong transcript. and i think you know what i'm gonna say next; that's exactly what they did. my principal had emailed me alongside my counsiler, both emails had a copy of my real transcript where my grades met the standard i had created in my mind — and they also apologized for giving me the wrong transcript, informing me that the universities i applied to all received the correct one.

i had already gotten my acceptance letter into the university before i had received my final transcript, so i think that's what made it easier for me to accept and know that the first transcript they sent me was wrong.

i'm not sure what anon means by staying lean.. so i'm sorry i can't answer that part 😅 but i hope the rest makes sense!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for faking my death to get out of an abusive relationship?

Tw for verbal + mental/psychological abuse and suicide

I used to be in a discord server with some friends, there were about 40 people in it, only around 20 who were actually active. It was a while ago I can't remember. I was in that server for about 4 months.

From the start, people would occasionally get mad at me over something I didn't do. About every month or so someone would start a rumor about me and make the whole server gang up on me, I'd tell them it was false, but everyone would still avoid me for the next couple days.

I never did anything wrong, but I was always the center of the drama, and when I asked one person, R, why, he said he didn't know and that I didn't deserve so much hate.

About a week later R was talking in the vent channel about how I had manipulated him. I DMed him to ask why, and he told me it was because I asked him if he was my friend. I thought it was fucking stupid because it's not manipulative to be paranoid, but I pretended to be sorry because I didn't want him to be mad at me.

The server also had a bot where you could submit anonymous messages, and lots of people would use that feature to make up things about me to ruin my reputation.

After a while I left the server and only stayed in contact with a few people. However, every couple days another person would tell me I'm a monster and gaslight me into thinking I'm a terrible person, and every time I asked why they hated me they didn't give me an answer.

My only real friend, T, showed me some messages from the others after I left the server, and a bunch of people were making up stories about bad things I had done to them, and people who I had never even spoken to were saying that I had abused them and was dangerous.

Once someone told me thay they understood all the things R had said about me weren't true, but said it was still my fault anyway, and even told me that R had done nothing wrong (he lied about me in front of the entire server and is the reason I lost all my friends, and he yelled at me and called me evil because I was suicidal), and then they accused me of faking having amnesia because I had flashbacks.

Eventually, only four of my "friends" hadn't blocked me, and they almost never talked to me. Everyone kept calling me a terrible person because R spread lies about me and everyone else believed him instead of me.

It was to the point where I couldn't go one day without someone sending me death threats or trying to guilt trip me with false information, and I was getting very sever flashbacks of the stuff R had said to me, and I started failing classes because I couldn't focus on anything.

Eventually I had had enough, so I tagged them all in a tumblr post about how I was going to kill myself and then logged out of both that tumblr account and my old discord account forever.

(Also about a month after I had left, I got texts from irl friends, and it turns out someone on the server found the contact info of people I knew in real life just to ask if I was dead or not. And that scared the shit out of me.)

I've left out a lot of details of the abuse because of amnesia. I have a mental disorder which makes it hard to remember things, plus the brain often blocks out traumatic memories, so I'm sorry if some info feels missing.

The only reason I feel like I might be an asshole is because once I was gone, all of them switched targets and started to harass T. They said they hated him for being on my side, and sent him death threats on anon because he was mad at them for killing his friend. They started treating him the same way they treated me, and called him a horrible person but refused to give a reason as to why, and if I had stayed around they would've left him alone.

@should-be-dead (made a sideblog so I get notified when this is posted)

[misc-obeyme]

ive got ideas for kinktober prompts for you! i was thinking of aphrodisiacs for solomon, you know cause hes a master of potions and making strange concoctions and weird magic ingredients, he could make a super strong aphrodisiac for him and reader (either accidentally or on purpose your choice!) so like maybe multiple orgasms too? and if you already have a prompt for solomon i was also thinking about mirror sex with asmo! cause he would love watching himself in the mirror and hes totally getting off on reader watching them both too!

Hi there, anon!

Okay so I didn't have another request for Asmo, so I did do mirror sex for him! And for Solomon, we have the aphrodisiacs. I decided to go with it happening accidentally because I think that's really funny. This one got away from me a little so it's kinda long, but hopefully it turned out okay!

To the other anon who sent in a request for Solomon - don't worry, I'm doing yours, too. :)

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Solomon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: aphrodisiacs, penetration (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, a lil bit of fingering (reader receiving)

You walked into Cocytus Hall, ready to be done for the day. You put away your things and took off your shoes. Then you went to the kitchen, anticipating that you would need to kick Solomon out of it so you could make dinner. To your surprise, the kitchen was empty. You checked a few other locations before finally going to see if Solomon was in his room.

You knocked on the door. "Solomon?"

There was a loud crash on the other side.

"Solomon! Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Was it locked?

"I'm fine, MC." Solomon's voice came from directly behind the door. His tone was as light as it usually was, but you could hear something beneath it that you couldn't pinpoint.

"I heard a crash," you said.

"Ahaha," Solomon's laugh sounded just a little strained. "I knocked something over, that's all!"

"Solomon," you said. "Are you… leaning on the door so I can't get in?"

Silence.

"Solomon?"

You heard a resigned sigh. The door creaked as he shifted against it. "You got me. I don't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?" you asked, a note of alarm in your voice that you couldn't quite suppress.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt or anything," Solomon said. "It's just that I… well, I don't think I could control myself if I saw you right now."

You frowned. "Solomon," you said, danger in your voice now. "Tell me what's going on. Right now."

The door shuddered. There was a brief silence and then…

"I was working on a potion, but I misread some of the ingredients. I tested it myself before I realized. Due to the mistake I made, it's become a powerful aphrodisiac."

He gave you this explanation in a rush, nearly stumbling over his words.

You took in this information for a moment, realizing what he was telling you. "I see," you said. "And now you don't want me to come in because you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself."

All you heard in response was a low groan.

You laughed.

"It isn't funny," came the protest from behind the door.

You put your hand on the knob. "Let me in, Solomon."

"MC, I don't think-"

"Now, please."

There was another pause. And then the door creaked as he moved himself off of it. You tried the knob again and this time the door opened.

Solomon's room was dark, only a single low lamp on in the corner, casting most of the area in shadow. You saw the table he used for making potions with ingredients splayed out across it and a half empty bottle of some bright blue potion that glowed faintly.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

The moment you did this, you found your back pressed against the door you had just entered through. One of Solomon's hands was already on your waist, the other on the door beside your head. His body was pressed close, heat rolling off of it, his lips brushing lightly against your cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly in your ear. "I-I can't…"

You were able to just barely see his expression in the dim light. His eyes were closed, his face strained, as though he was fighting every impulse that was rushing through his veins. As though he was afraid of what might happen.

You sighed and shook your head. You put your hands on his cheeks. "It's okay," you said softly. "You don't need to hold back. I'm here because I want to help you."

Solomon opened his eyes and the surprise in them caused your heart to squeeze. "But MC-"

You put your fingertips on his lips. "Do you really think I can't handle you like this? Did it really not occur to you that I would find this whole situation sexy as hell?"

Solomon sucked in a breath. "MC…"

"In fact," you said, ducking beneath his arm and moving around him to the table. You picked up the half full bottle.

"MC, no-" Solomon said. He reached out a hand to stop you, but it was too late.

You downed the rest of the contents in one long gulp.

It was fast acting. Your body began to tingle almost immediately, your heart beat descending to pound between your legs. You stumbled a little, catching yourself on the table behind you as you moaned.

Solomon was at your side in an instant. "I told you, it's powerful," he said.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer to you. You needed to feel him, to press his body against yours. You gasped a little when you felt his erection against you.

You grasped at his clothes, pulling at the fancy fabric of his sorcerer's cloak. Your head was spinning, a reaction to the potion making you so needy so fast.

Solomon caught your wrists, which surprised you. You looked at him and saw concern in his eyes.

You smiled at him. "Don't look like that," you said. "I told you, it's okay. I want you to give in to it. I trust you."

It seemed you had said the magic words because Solomon's expression shifted from concern to desire. He pulled you into himself and kissed you, biting down on your lower lip, entwining his tongue with yours. The heat that rose between you was undeniable and you went back to tugging off his cloak.

In a whirlwind of passion and movement, the rest of his clothes and all of yours ended up on the floor. His lips were sucking on the hollow at the base of your throat, his fingers already inside you as he pushed you back onto his bed.

You grasped at his arms, feeling a heat from his skin that was more intense than you expected. You were sure that your body was hotter than usual, too. It was clearly a result of the potion, but you didn't care about that. You couldn't focus your thoughts on anything other than Solomon's lips on your throat and his fingers in your hole.

"Ah, Solomon," you gasped out, your hands twisting in his hair.

Solomon looked up at you and the way his eyes shone with lust made you shiver. "MC," he said, voice soft and lips swollen. "Please… I need you…"

The way his face flushed when he said this made you put your hands on his cheeks, just to feel them. Then you pulled him up so you could kiss him. His fingers slid out of you and you could feel his erection pressed against your stomach.

"Don't hold back, Sol," you said, letting your fingers run down his face, across his neck, around his shoulders and back.

Solomon made a strangled noise before pressing his face into your chest for a moment. Then he repositioned himself and sank his cock into you.

You arched your back, letting your fingernails dig into his skin.

Solomon seemed to lose any and all hesitancy he once had. You were more than prepared for the fast, hard pace he set, gasping and moaning and telling him to go harder, to go faster, that you needed him so badly - the aphrodisiac was making you crazy, causing every nerve in your body to tingle, every touch, every sensation more intense.

You cried out Solomon's name as you came, but he kept going, seemingly lost in you. It was only moments before you came again and then once again as the pleasure continued to shoot through your limbs. You were on fire, the sweet heaviness of multiple orgasms causing your muscles to tighten and your own liquids to drip down your legs. They were soon mingled with Solomon's as he came inside you, gasping.

"Ah, MC," he said, kissing across your chest.

The two of you caught your breath, limbs still entangled. It was only a few moments of rest before you felt something stirring inside you.

You stared at Solomon with wide eyes. "Are you…?"

Solomon blushed. "It might be some time before the potion wears off."

You smiled. "That's fine. I didn't have any other plans tonight, anyway."

As Solomon said, it was a long time before either of you felt satisfied. When you woke up the next morning in Solomon's arms, you smiled sleepily at all the marks left on his skin from your nails, lips, and teeth. You found yourself hoping he had kept track of the ingredients that created that potion because you wouldn't mind doing this again.

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[topscarkiller]

hii !! <33 since you asked for requests... i have one! let's say abby and reader have been friends for a while – reader recently got dumped by her girlfriend. her ex complained that she spent too much time with abby, and talked about her a lot... as if she loved abby more than her girlfriend. (shocker!)

abby's there for her best friend, of course. reader was there when abby decided to dump her ex boyfriend months ago, said she didn't feel anything for him anyway... abby has never been with a woman before. and she slowly realizes her feelings towards reader? sjsjdh so sorry if its badly worded !! <3 mwahhhh

a little less blue with you — abby anderson

can we get an amen for anon!!!!

summary: you just went through a messy breakup, and you both realise something about yourselves in the process notes: slightly suggestive, other than that pure fluff !! (and angst?) wc: 4,782 | tags: none

also i send my sincerest of apologies for putting this off for so long. i received this submission MONTHS ago. i’ve tried time and time again to perfect this ever since this was submitted. this is quite a long one, so enjoy !

abby groaned impatiently as her and manny lined up at the canteen. it was the third day in the row where they hadn’t prepared the food on time, it was evident by the masses of angry mumbling and insignificant pokes at the food workers.

“they forget to prep early again today..?” abby scoffs unimpressed, picking at her fingernails with manny close to her side.

“don’t stress hermana, they look pretty busy today..” manny reassures her, unable to come up with a reasonable explanation for the shortage of food staff himself.

a few moments pass and the canteen pulls its protective roller shutters up, and the screech of its metal scraping against the ceiling makes a hoard of hungry soldiers come running.

“what’dya think they’re serving today? bet it’s something instead of burritos, hm?” manny inquires, catching abby’s attention. a bet he says?

“if it’s burritos, you give me half of yours. deal?” she places her hand out, veins cast perfectly against the harsh cool fluorescent lights above them.

manny confidently shakes his head with a cheeky grin on his face, he almost looks too proud of himself — the food hasn’t even rolled out yet.

the line slowly picked up pace, with people quickly snatching rolls of food off the bench in front of them. looks to be…

“burritos again! pay up.” abby chuckles at the look of defeat on manny’s face, he stares at his burrito with a frown, hesitantly ripping it apart like it was worth nothing.

“i should learn to never make bets with you abby, you always win them somehow.” manny playfully rolls his eyes, soon covers with a smile as he immediately digs into his food.

“i’m just that good.” she whispers, almost like it’s a hidden talent that she can’t dare let people know about.

abby and manny talk a bit longer before the topic of you is brought up.

“you hear about their break up? god, it was messy. carmen called it off’a couple days ago out of the blue. pobre chica…” manny mumbles as he continues to maul through his burrito.

it would be concerning if abby wasn't filled in about it. she was the first one you entrusted to tell.

you don't even remember how it started —more so how it ended— you'd just got off from patrol, unwinding in your dorm room when a shy pattern of knocks on your door alerted you.

standing up from your worn couch, you limped over to the front to be greeted by your girlfriend, carmen, when you opened the door.

"hey." she croaks. she looked exhausted despite not having patrol today. it was her day off, what could make her so ridden with fatigue?

you took a closer look at her eyes, they had the most unique pattern; brown on the outer edge, with greens and hazel blending in the middle. they were sunken in, and pinker than what was considered normal.

"you okay?" your hand reaches out, but carmen pulls away. with concern flooding your gut, your hands subconsciously begin picking at each other, ripping your brittle skin off the tip of your fingers. she notices this, but alas, doesn't soothe your nerves like how she usually would.

"we... i want to break up." carmen blurts out, totally knocking the wind right from your throat as you were about to take a deep breath in. where was this coming from? from the look on her face, it seemed like she wanted to lay it on you more gently than she had. with the abruptness of this news, you could feel your mind whir. tears would accumulate from the corners of your eyes as you stared at her, not sure if this was some sick nightmare of yours.

"mm.. what?" you dryly hem, a less than pleasant taste roaming your mouth. she wasn't kidding.

"i've... been thinking about it for a while. i wanted to bring it up earlier, but i couldn't find the right time.." she exhales, the tension from her shoulders somehow releasing as she unloads this onto you without warning.

but why?

"but.. why?" you mutter, attempting to keep your composure even with a trembly throat, dry and empty. your anxieties get the better of you as you stand in front of the love of your life, whom you'd spent so much time with —all of that gone to waste for reasons you didn't even have any knowledge of.

"you know why babe.." your eyes sting at the name. the nerve she has to call you babe when she's come here to break up with you.

you stare at her, at a loss for words as the subtle poke at you flies over your head. the sympathetic look on carmen's face contorts to that of annoyance when you shrug your shoulders cluelessly. she must have been thinking this over a lot more than you expected.

"..it's abby. it always has been." she pokes again, crossing her arms over her chest, her stance straight and sturdy. your palms cover your face to wipe your eyes, confused as to what she's saying. every word she's uttered to you, has sounded like nothing but muffled chatter. your head was ringing with each passing second.

"are you in love with her or something? she's all you fucking talk about." carmen spits, her infuriated tone sparking an anxious fuel in the pit of your stomach.

"carmen, we've talked about this... abby and i are nothing but friends." she wasn't convinced, and by the way her eyes shot daggers through your throat, she'd totally made up her mind on the situation.

"baby, please. i only love you, you know that." you reach your hands out, only to be rejected once more. the old carmen wouldn't think twice about sharing an embrace, for however long. whoever this was that stood at your doorstep, you didn’t know her.

"i see the way you look at her. the way you look at each other." her head drops at the last couple words, with fingernails digging into the flesh of her biceps.

you didn't want to plead, but you couldn't lose her. she was all you knew, her touch, her lips, her presence. it was too much for you to lose. it was too much for you to lose.

"i can't lose you." you sniffle, hands limp by your sides. carmen's head isn't turned to you anymore, her beautiful sun-kissed cheeks tensed as you spoke, like the thought of breathing the same air as you was enough to cause a visceral reaction.

"you already did." she chokes up, a stray tear trickling down her face that you so desperately wanted to kiss and hold next to your own. she lets her arms fall to her sides as she walks away, her speed picking up to no longer let you witness this side of her.

her captivatingly beautiful hair bounced with each step she took, her coils fading into the distance turning past a corner.

your eyes flickered as you stayed perched at your front door, one hand making its way to grip your chest with the other maintaining a painful fistful of your hair. it hurt to admit that what happened truely wasn't just some twisted scenario your mind had created in your sleep. this was real. this felt all too real to be a nightmare. this was a nightmare, but not in the way you would rather experience it.

you slammed the door in a pitiful rage, huffing around your room as you looked for any belongings to gift with your unforgiving wrath. you picked up a porcelain mug, not thinking twice about regret as you swung your arm, smashing it on the floor.

plates, chairs and cushions flew around the room. gifts made by friends, books and non-prohibited patrol gear weren't safe from your suffocating hostility neither.

some more countless, unintelligible screams later, you'd grown void of your initial anger as it slowly morphed into sadness, and pity. you never saw it coming, so you never got the chance to prepare.

as you sat with yourself amidst the chaos of shattered glass and ceramics, a smothering black hole sat alongside you, embracing you when no one else would. it was your only friend in these shallow, unforeseen times. the only soul you'd ever allow to see you in this state, was your friend abby. but she was the reason why carmen broke it off, so seeing her right now would only escalate things.

you needed space, and space was the black hole's speciality. it could give you all the space you needed; create a pit of nothingness for you to float around in and bear silence, or the company of your deafening, endless thoughts, who'd echo the desire of how things could've been different.

how things could've been different.

abby clutched her burrito and the half that manny tore for her in one hand, traveling solemnly down the corridors. it was apparent that she was stricken with worry as she pictured how you were holding up. she'd noticed you hadn't left your room since the breakup; six days and counting. the fact she's been counting the days you've been away has remained hidden for now —manny would never not mention it if he found out.

abby had her fair share of heartbreaks, her most recent one being almost a year ago. she knew the pain, and the grief that followed soon afterward. it was never pretty, nor an easy thing to experience, especially for the first time.

the day after your breakup, you were due for another patrol, yet you never showed for the shift. abby skipped, using the excuse of checking in on you to warrant her own absence. she never expected to see you heaving underneath your blankets and sobbing uncontrollably when walking in. abby immediately fell to your side, pulling you into her arms while asking what was wrong. you both sat there with her sweet words pulling each of your heartstrings as you explained your sorrows.

that was the last she saw of you, and to be honest, it was less than comforting not knowing for certain if you've gotten better. you refused any visitors since the six days you've been absent, even those of your closest friends, even abby. but she wasn't going to give up on you anytime soon. she needed to know how you were holding up.

as she approached your room, a shaky hand lifted to knock on the door. the grip on the food she held tensed as she heard shuffling from the opposite side.

the door began to shake as bolts unlocked from inside. abby held a relaxed stance when it slowly swayed open.

when you fully computed that abby was in front of you, your slouch stiffened, trying to look as awake as possible despite just having woken up. your eyes were unsurprisingly swollen from crying the previous night. your hair was a bed-ridden mess, and you wore the same clothes abby had last seen you in, which didn't make her feel any better.

"..still feeling shitty i'm guessing?" she jokes, lifting a sore smile from your face. it was the first time you'd smiled since before you opened the damned door all those days ago, the same one you both stood between.

"can i come in?" abby holds the food to her side and out of your view, not wanting you to feel obliged to eat. she stands there rather awkwardly, like you would ever deny her entry into your room. it was like her second home, and vice versa.

you nod eagerly as abby steps inside, hand behind her back and burrito gripped tightly.

“got you a present.” you’re quick to turn around as abby gestures for you to take it. it was some of the only real food you’d laid eyes on in days.

it’s filling contained beef, rice, salsa, lettuce, onions and sour cream, and its exterior seemed perfectly toasty, just how you liked it. your face grew warm with your cheeks pulling back to show a beloved smile.

“abby, you didn’t have to..” you hesitantly reach out, almost snatching the burrito right out of her hands as your stomach churned on cue.

“eat up babe.” abby chuckles, her cheeks growing rosier with each second she relished in your presence.

you shyly walk away, heading back to the couch. sitting on it’s plushy surface didn’t feel the same as it used to. having carmen’s strong arms wrapped around you with her head leaning on yours, she’d kiss your temple tenderly as you sat there in comfortable silence.

since then, existing in silence no longer brought you that familiarity of comfort, and its warmth. it would only remind you of how things used to be. how things still could’ve been if you hadn’t fucked it up.

a worrisome whirl began growing in the pit of abby’s stomach as she followed, sitting next to you. the air in this room quickly turned suffocatingly awkward. there was silence, apart from the occasional tinnitus ringing from lack of sound.

“..you haven’t been out for a while.”

“yeah.” you cough, phlegm rising from the back of your throat.

“it’s been six days,” she recalls, maintaining a somewhat frightening amount of eye contact with you as you stared blankly at the floor.

“you’ve been counting?” you ask, gaze not breaking from the withering carpet while you dug into your food like a crazed dog. it was concerning to abby how big each mouthful was.

“uh, yeah. i’ve been worried about you, y’know.” abby doesn’t falter in admitting that, it was pretty obvious, even to manny.

there was a long pause once again, the exception being your aggressive chewing and swallowing. the noise didn’t bother her, it was the way you were handling it that put her on edge.

“hey. look at me.” placing a cautious hand on your shoulder, it snaps you out of your empty daze. your eyes regain their slight glint when you lock eyes with her.

she pauses for a moment to take it all in — how drained these circumstances have left you, how the life from your skin had faded significantly since she last saw you. it left a sinking feeling in her heart, seeing her dearest friend like this.

“i think you need to take a break from this room. it’s doing your head in.” abby proclaims confidently as she stands up from the couch. she turns to you, hand stuck out.

“mmwhat?” you mumble in a confused tone, with abby already pulling you up by your hand.

the blanket that had draped your shoulders fell back, leaving you shivering. your arms sheepishly wrap around each other to conserve your warmth as abby guided you away from the totalled couch.

“i’m gonna help you feel better, okay? what do you need?” abby places both her hands atop your shoulders, the tips of her fingers laying delicately on the surface of your skin made your face melt.

it was the first time in god knows how long since someone asked you how you were doing, let alone how they could help you. and to be quite honest, there was a lot. you just couldn’t wrap your head around what to start off with.

after a weak pause, you muttered,

“well… i haven’t gotten to a bath since..” you sniffle, a bit embarrassed admitting it out loud. the fact that this seemingly never ending depression had you so in over your head that your hygiene wasn’t as accounted for as you wished, wasn’t something you wished to let abby know.

but by the looks of your matted hair, lifeless skin-tone and a lack of clean clothes, abby already knew.

she patiently walked you over to the bathroom. the bathtub was less than clean itself, but it was going to make do.

there was a bucket next to the tub, to which abby began filling up with miraculously warm water. you stood behind her, so many thoughts on your mind that you couldn’t even begin to think at all.

“i’ll help clean you, get undressed.”

the words that left abby’s lips violently snapped you out of your meaningless thoughts, so when her demands finally registered in your head, the apples of your cheeks flushed immensely.

“..i’ll be completely naked?” you remind her, giggling unexpectedly. the idea hadn't phased her one bit, minus a slight dazzle in her eyes.

“i don’t care, i’m helping you.” her attention is focused on the tea-towel in her hands, scrunching it up as she dips it into the bucket. after wringing out an appropriate amount of water, abby looks back to you.

“c’mon, you need this.”

the sincerity and softness in her voice helped soothe your nerves, so with each layer of clothing peeling off your skin, you shyly hopped into the tub. abby’s gaze remained on the towel in her hands as you pulled your hair out of your matted ponytail.

your back is turned to her, giving her all the time in the world to admire all the scars and blemishes that scattered across your spine.

you shiver as abby places the warm towel on your back, scrubbing gently. the smell of pine fills your senses. is that abby’s soap?

it must be, she probably left it behind from the last time she slept over here, before the breakup.

it was awfully quiet, minus the awkward sounds of water splashing against your back, and abby dipping the towel in the water. her movements are patient, hands grazing across your shoulders so she can scrub your arms. abby’s lips quiver, a question previously left unanswered, lingering on the tip of her tongue.

“i have a question…” the break of silence catches your attention, slowly peeking your head to the side. your peripheral vision catches the way she handles you so gently, unlike carmen. abby could snap you in half, but currently, she utilises her strength for something other than be-ridding of seraphites or infected.

you nod, and she speaks,

“what.. caused carmen to end things between you guys? i don’t think you ever mentioned it.” she asks, aiming not to phrase it too harshly.

it didn’t make sense to abby that she would randomly cut things off, they were great for each other in her eyes, excusing how she believed there was better out there... there had to be an underlying reason.

abby continues to clean you up, cleaning out the bucket with fresh warm water. she brings the towel to the bucket, squeezing it of its suds as she urges you to turn around.

your face feels warm to the touch as abby takes it between her index finger and thumb, gently rubbing the towel across your forehead.

it grew harder to look her in the eyes in this position, being completely naked and all. not only that, but over the course of these six days, your mind had completely blocked out the most significant reason for your break-up.

"..it's abby. it always has been”

“are you in love with her or something?”

your eyes drop, and abby notices. she always does, and you don’t know how you didn’t realise sooner. she knew you better than you did yourself.

“hey." abby voices.

"what’s up babe. you can tell me.” her tone is placid as she caresses your cheek with the cloth, a string of hope deep down wishing it was her bare hand instead.

your eyes meet hers, both savouring the moment. the gleam in hers told so many stories. the comrades she’d lost and gained, her deepest traumas, her greatest accomplishments, and her strongest passions.

the concoction of blues and hidden tinges of brown swirled hypnotically, its petals would bloom around the irises that met yours.

you shakily inhaled,

"she thought our friendship got in the way of the relationship we had.. like there's more between us." you shiver when a stray droplet slides down your neck. abby is still, her eyebrows tightening together.

"apparently you're all i ever talked about with her." a dry chuckle escapes your throat, you heave in response.

she pulls the cloth way, directing it to the back of your neck. she scrubs your nape, slightly dragging it down to the middle of your back.

"i mean, i'm a pretty interesting person." abby retorts, a helpless smile creeping on her face. you shake your head dismissively, attempting to disregard the fact she could not be more right.

she pulls her hand away, gesturing for you to turn back around. you do, and in turn, she gently tugs at your hair. her fingers run through each knot, untangling the jungle you managed to obtain on top of your head.

yet again, her large hands tenderly pull each section apart, remaining as patient as can be.

"why are you doing this?"

you blurt out unmistakably so, and abby scoffs, as if the answer could not be more obvious. it was not, at least to you.

anybody could have let you recover in the burdening silence alone, but abby was the one to uncover the door to your tomb. she was the one to lend out a genial hand, to release you of your harrowing sorrow —the only source of fruition you had the pleasure of taking in, being by abby's side. more so, her being by your side.

"well… i care, for starters."

her fingers part through your hair with less restraint than before, the matting seemingly fading away. slowly, as did your despair. with each knot untangled, was another tinge of heartache lifted.

she croaks,

"i know how hard break ups are. they're never easy... so if i can help you, even just a little bit..."

"i'll know i've done my best to get you out of this."

her words almost bring a tear to your eye. thankfully you weren't turned for her to see it.

a faint smile crosses your lips, you shake your head at her response.

"don't get all sappy on me now." you joke, deflecting the fact that her words just then meant the world to you. you couldn't ever find someone with such a radiant, divine soul. her actions perfectly reflect who she is as a person. confident, understanding, and humorous. your mind finally focuses on the more positive things in life for the first time in days, and you turn your head to her.

abby has a warm expression on her face, her dazzling eyes now half lidded, meeting yours with the utmost sincerity. she really cared about you.

your heart grew heavy looking at her, it was unfair that she felt obligated to help you. even if she claimed she didn't mind, it left you with a simmering pot of guilt in your stomach.

switching your position, your front is fully exposed. but you don't give it thought when you clutch onto abby. the suds of soap from your hair transferred to her own neatly tied braid as you clung to her.

no words were said, and none were needed. she unsurely wrapped a stark arm around your waist, worried you'd fall out of the tub if not for her grip on you.

her breath was chilly against your ear, leaving a shivering effect on you. your toned arms were snug around her nape, uncertain if you should let go. if you could let go.

it was silent, and part of you liked it that way. the bustling noise of other soldiers were muffled against the towering solid walls that encased you. the only thing you could hear besides that was your rising heart-rate. it pounded louder than any hammer or drill, and you swore abby could hear it too.

after some silence, you muttered, "i don't know how to thank you..." your voice is unsuspectedly quakey. a lump in your throat forms when abby hums in response. she was such an intent listener. you wouldn't know where'd you be if not for her.

"don't." her tone matches yours, equal in volume and honesty.

abby was your mount. the sail that guided you during a storm, the magic mirror that advised your every move, the morals to your humanity. your other half in this wretched world, you beckoned.

you pulled away, her hands still lingering on the small of your back, the mere size of her palms fit snugly.

you couldn't recall how many times you'd locked eyes with her today, yet, even now, you couldn't bring yourself to look away. the deep love she had for you was apparent on her face. her features softened as she saw raw emotion pour out from your own.

your staggered movements startled her as she felt the plump surface of your lips press against her cheek. your hearts would skip a beat together, and she could sense the lingering connotation in that action. surprisingly, she returns the gesture with a smile. she pulls you into yet another embrace to hide how it'd painted her face with rosy pinks.

"i'll always be here for you." you didn't have to see her to hear the smile in her voice. your ears go hot as she breaks contact, both of her hands grip your shoulders steadily.

"c'mon, let's get you dressed." abby stands up, dropping the tea-towel that'd been forgotten into the sudsy bucket. she assists you in standing up, feeling a prevalent cue to stretch when you un-arch your back.

the initial embarrassment of being nude returns as she leaves the room to fetch you a clean pair of clothes. your hands sneak around your figure to try and cover yourself when she returns, handing you a loose fitting t-shirt with some silly illustration on it, and some tight-fitting jeans, along with some underwear.

you suddenly feel overpowered as she stands across you, fully clothed in contrast to you. her arms are heavily defined against the harsh sunlight emanating through the windows in the main room.

you quickly dry yourself and get dressed, and she asks for your hand. "let's get you some fresh air." you don't have time to protest as she pulls you out of the bathroom. just barely scraping your socks and boots, you've now stepped out of your room for the first time in how many days?

"it's been six days. and about time since you left, everyone's missed you!" she exclaims, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

it'd been so long since you've seen another human being that you'd almost forgotten how to exist within the space of another. but with abby by your side, nothing would slip by you.

your hands somehow made their way to intertwine with abby's, fingers interlocked and tight. her strut is powerful and confident, something you could learn from as you shrunk into a shadow beside her. abby turns to you when she notices you're dragging her back. she can sense your hesitance.

"it'll be fine, i’m here." she squeezes your hand like the beat of a heart, one two, one two. her reassuring smile eased your tensions, slowly picking up the walking pace again. you trusted her judgement, and nothing would cease that.

"hermana! where have you been girl? we've missed you!" manny's thick accent could be heard from yards away. his face is visibly elated and his sturdy arms rose above his head to pull you into a suffocating hug.

others that you were close friends with were sat behind him, including nora, leah, and mel. even owen was present, some steps away.

they all looked so relieved to see you, had your absence meant that much to them?

"i’ve told the guys at the range that you're coming in with me, and no, you don't have a choice." nora chuckles, standing up to push manny out of the way and hug you instead. you reciprocate gladly.

"it’ll give you a chance to let all that anger out, you're a fierce one." she adds, pulling away.

abby stands behind you through all this, incredibly proud that you were making the effort, even if it was challenging. but knowing that people genuinely worried and cared about you had lifted your spirits tremendously. there was more to life than relationships, and abby had helped you realise that.

you turn back to her, and her smile is as cheerful as ever. seeing her compassionate side then had brought her into a totally new light. you loved her, deeply.

" thank you." you mouth, and she nods. you felt a little less blue now that you'd cleared things up, and in helping you, it healed her own woes from her past. the blues would no longer linger as long as you had each other.

[doyoulikethis-videogame-song]

Ask Masterpost 11/28/2024

I will be answering all the BLOG RELATED asks I have received since opening my inbox here :). Sorry for taking so long to make a second one!

Do songs used during a cutscene count?

Absolutely :)

Hi, I hope you are doing well! I have a question if you dont mind answering. I had submitted a song while submissions were open and I didn't really think about the 'songs have to be released in some official capacity' too hard until after I submitted it. The music IS officially released but because its an obscure jrpg from like... 2002, the official release of it was a cd exclusive to Japan when the game came out. Does that still count?

If the game itself is released for the public to play (regardless of how obscure), I count that as officially released. That rule is only meant to prevent people from submitting leaks or datamines or the like.

Not sure if it's the indie game anon is talking about, but one indie game that has a bunch of non-bespoke music that people may not realize is the case is Corn Kidz 64: basically most of the songs are preexisting songs that were on sites like modarchive (many of which date back to the 00s and one of which dates back to the 90s), which means that a decent chunk of the OST is off-limits by the blog's rules. Now one thing the game does is do the Banjo-Kazooie type thing of having songs shift arrangements depending on where in the level you are, and said arrangements were done by the game's dev (plus one minor song done by the dev themselves) basically going by how the tracks are numbered on the soundtrack (here: https://store.steampowered.com/app/2844830/Corn_Kidz_64_Soundtrack/), the off-limits songs would be 1-3, 5-6, 14-16, 18, 20, and 22; while the songs that would be fine would be 4, 7-13, 17, 19, and 21

Not a question but I'm publishing in case the relevant person(s) want to see it.

i've read the ask masterpost and saw a question regarding alt versions of songs but there's a specific case i'd still like to specify: what about beta/unused versions? do they have to be included in the final shipped product in some way (either put in the game as bonus content or included in the soundtrack releases)?

Unless the beta/unused versions are included in the ways you described (bonus content or included in soundtrack releases) and anything similar, please don't submit them -- They're not the intended public product, even if they are interesting.

are normal non-idol gacha rhythm games fine? like, the ones you'll find in arcades?

Absolutely! I only use idol gacha games as an example, though, because the songs in them are not specifically produced to be VGM. Any BGM or songs made for the idol gacha game (any song that's not a beatmap, essentially) is allowed.

are original songs from anime fangames allowed? I remember sending one back a long time ago and wanted to know if it counted

Yes, original compositions for fangames are allowed. I think I clarified this before but I will again just in case.

Hey, I'm curious, are tracks with lyrics allowed to be submitted? Just asking for later submissions, of course!

Absolutely, I just can't guarantee I'll link a lyric video when the song is revealed (I try to pick links that won't be copyright stricken/are from official sources)

[angelicsjn]

I was the one that submitted the form and it had Hayden as my favourite with the passing comment that I made mad money just so he can have his career.

I know in the Domestic Life ask, he fears settling down due to the fact that he'd need to give up his photography for something more stable. But ha! Sike! His darling makes 6+ figures and is willing to support him fully. The cutie is gonna get the house husband treatment but hey, he gets to pursue photography with a big safety net. If anything, his photography profits is their play money for vacations and getting pampered together.

So, how would Hayden react to that? Would he enjoy it and settle down sooner?

- ✨ Anon

HAYDEN WEST.

A N: I love this so much. When I read your answer, something lit up inside of me. This is so real. Honestly, the dynamic sort of reminds me of Levi and William on tiktok. Their relationship are my actual goals... ps. If you see any typos and mistakes, no, you didn't. Look away, it never existed.

A B O U T: Hayden is apprehensive about settling down, but you have funds to do so. How does he feel about it? Read to find out.

W A R N I N G S: None. Other than Hayden being a sweetheart.

As stated in an old post, Hayden's only setback in settling down is his career path, and he knows that it's not sustainable in the long run.

Hayden isn't the type to sacrifice his passions to make life comfortable; his passions are his life. He would be nothing without them.

But he knows that at some point he will have to decide on what path he will take because he doesn't only have to pay for himself now, he also has you in his life.

But! Maybe there's another solution...?

Hayden's obsession with you grew in a short space of time, he went from watching you; hoping that you'd look his way one day to sleeping in your bed feeling more loved than he has ever been loved before. He takes care of you, you take care of him and even though you don't know about all the things he's done behind the scenes, you know how deeply he loves you. He just has a way of knowing you, understanding you like no other.

One thing that he never found out was how much money you had in your bank. Really, Hayden doesn't care much for that kind of thing. Whilst stalking you, he never pressed much attention into what jobs you did, where your money came from and how much you had; money is just a thing to survive to him. He wanted to know the silly and deep things about you.

He never questioned it either due to the fact that you live humbly — sure, more well off than him, but that wouldn't be hard, Hayden didn't grow up in the best of areas. To him a home cooked meal each day is a privilege and reward, so he knew you were rich in sense of. But not in the way you actually are.

When the conversation of moving in together comes up he sort of freezes. He didn't see how you'd both survive. Besides his general insecurities of you growing out of love for him — he saw how his parents were growing up — he was also shitting bricks over how to get a place and keep it without sacrificing everything and living unhappily.

A huge part of him felt that insecurity riddle it's way into his system over the fact that he, a man, can't provide. That's his job... right? How can he be considered a good man. A good boyfriend. If he can't even look after you?

But you were adamant. You knew he was the one, you've never felt so seen by someone before. He understands you, respects you, loves you for who you are. And that's when the conversation comes up...

"We can do this, Hayden." You said, watching him as his eyes scan across the screen. He was gobsmacked. How the fuck did he miss this? After all that time watching you he missed out the fact that you're loaded, maybe you landed the job yourself. Maybe it's a family thing. Who knows. He didn't know if he was meant to be impressed with you. Or pissed off that you didn't tell him. Or pissed off with himself for missing out such a big detail in your life. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just wanted to be seen for more than what I can offer." You finished, and he understood — not from personal experience. But he got it.

"I know." He mumbled, pushing the laptop away. "I understand, it's okay. I'd have done the same." Hayden meant it, you could tell as he flashed his usual lopsidedely shy smile, his eyes soft and warm. He took your hand and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. "But I want to help out."

You knew how he felt, it was clear as he looked away. He felt small. It wasn't a secret that you lead the relationship, it was natural. The pants fit you better and you both prefer it that way. But you understood how he felt in that moment, what can he give back when he doesn't have much to give.

"Focus on your studies. Continue with your photography and make a business out of it." You said, squeezing his hand in yours. "If you want, you can help out around the house, keep your part time job, I don't know. Anything. It's fine."

Hayden needed some time to think about it, let it roll around in his head until he finally made his decision...

Ultimately, you both knew what would work best. So you tested it out.

Pushing aside his initial insecurities, he realised that the dynamic between you both worked perfectly and if anything you had both never been closer.

Half a year later you're both happy and thriving. The house is beautiful and Hayden even has the space for his own room thats dedicated to his interests and photography, with the saved up money he's gained, thanks to you for being the main provider, he was able to set his business up more professionally and buy better equipment! He's able to turn his dream into a job and he's so grateful and happy for that.

The two of you live happily in your own bubble, Hayden being the homebody that he is, he thrives in his peace and space, even better when you're home with him. He's picked up on new hobbies in the meanwhile, mainly things to make the house a home.

From DIY to crochet, he's making things for the house left right and center and the place feels so cosy and happy.

"I noticed the new pillow covers." You said, something he obviously made, and it looks cute. "Thanks. I'm doing a selection for the different seasons." He shrugged, eating the meal he cooked for you both not long ago.

He cooked you your favourite meal, something he's always cooked for you. You enjoyed it, especially after a hard day at work.

Later that night you would watch movies together in the comfort of your living room, cuddling and eating snacks before accidentally falling asleep.

At first he was hesitant, he didn't want to feel like he wasn't giving you anything back. But in reality he had given you so much more than the both of you realised. Due to you being so busy making the money, he made the house a home and gave you a reason to love going back home to feel loved and secure.

[myysaints]

Hello, I saw your requests are open.... if you feel like it and like the idea I'd like to see Japanese kpop idol reader x yuki where reader had been an idol for like 7 years and she's very private like when someone asks about her TMI she's just like i bought this shirt on sale 😐 so when she was asked in an interview if she watches any sports or stuff her members sort of out her for being an f1 fan and then her group gets invited to a race where her and yuki get spotted standing a bit too close (nothing couple worthy but they did look suspicious)... ensure f1 and her fans on twitter being in flames where a lot of her fans are like, lol no I refuse to believe we might lose our queen to a guy that goes vroom vroom but it just gets quite after that so no one thinks about it until a picture of them kissing gets out and people are like I waited three and a half years, Asian man did it in one week only for her company to announce that they had known each other since childhood and they are childhood sweethearts with a 10 year history and like the whole f1 grid being like yuki! You had a girlfriend this entire time

So sorry if this is too specific, if you don't like it you can just skip the request 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART ONE)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — thank you anon for the request!!! it was so cute i spent the whole day absolutely going ham on this fic, which is why it's... so.... so long.... i also changed some details but they're very very minor. hope i did your request justice, and enjoy!

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f1wagupdates  Submitted by anon 🙈 SPOTTED! After the Yuki Tsunoda and an unknown woman (could it be the same girl from Suzuka?) seen entering the driver’s hotel lift together. The pair were clad in matching outfits. According to anon, the woman had a mask over her face and “looked like she didn’t want to be recognised”. 🤔 Who could this mystery woman be?

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miradrivescars  THEYRE IN MATCHING OUTFITS 😭😭😭

ynsserafim  someone find where y/n is QUICK

isaluvsyn  they just finished their world tour right?? i think their last stop was in dubai channieslix  that was like 3 weeks ago babe im sure y/n is looooong gone and back in korea by now LOL

bitemelando  it’s the same hat as the one in the suzuka picture so it’s probably the same girl

verstrappon  yall gotta chill it’s just a regular schmegular black cap damn 🤣

minimumverstappen  kpop twt is gonna have a field day with this one lol

...to be continued !

© myysaints

[devourers-of-god]

Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for pretending to be someone's future self?

Here's a fun one for you all! Let's see if you can guess who. I don't mind! Doxx me, send me anon hate, a bomb to my doorstep, as you wish! The more the merrier, the bigger the better!

Now, for the story itself...

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful jewel. He was coveted by many, able to endure the harshest fires. This jewel had forgotten long ago what he longs for, having been taken by force to adorn various crowns and scepters, his own will disregarded.

In this story, there was also a helpless little chicken. He had grand aspirations of becoming a beautiful dove, guiding his people to a paradise where they would be safe forever. But alas, he was a simple farm animal, manipulated and penned as others wished.

The chicken and the jewel were not so different, you see. But eventually, the goals of their masters were at odds, and so the devious snake told the jewel to trick the chicken. The chicken in turn would not be fooled, and at the crow's command, he cursed the jewel to die within the day.

> [Enter stage]

And now for my own part to play! With the jewel cursed, he began to lose his mind, giving out gifts like a madman. He wanted information about Death.

Neither the chicken nor the jewel liked me very much. It's quite unfortunate. But as it turns out, the jewel's little play, making a Fool of himself— it was to attract my attention! Why, it warmed my heart so much, I made up my mind right then to help him. And so I did!

However, I didn't think this little gem would listen to me. When a manifestation of his past self appeared due to his unstable mental state, I saw an opportunity. I took his form, and claimed to be his Future. It wasn't so unbelievable with his Past standing right next to him, running all over the place.

I asked him some questions. About why he does things, what he wants. I was hoping to promote some introspection. I told him all I knew about him, what kind of person he was, what kind of person he would like to be. An audience loves a good reformation arc, after all! He didn't notice that, as his supposed future self, I should know the answers to everything I asked him. Though I suppose you can't blame a man on his deathbed for being a tad imperceptive. That curse looked really awful.

Anyway, in the end, he decided to go out with a bang, and use his impending death to reveal the existence of Death itself to the whole world! I suppose I had a role in convincing him to off himself, but hey, he was gonna die anyway... And what better way to evade a god's Curse than to leave this plane of existence yourself? He probably has a better chance of surviving the whole thing like this anyway, which probably will leave that Chicken with a hilarious stick up his ass.

Jewel survived in the end, so no harm done really— I might even say I saved his life from that curse! Ohoho, what a complicated moral scenario!

Did you get it? Figured it out? Ah well, even if you haven't, let's pull in the votes! How'd I do? To be sanctioned or condemned... how exciting!!

[- submitted on 2024/12/04 by @spaaaaaaaark-uwu; based on a headcanon that's canon-compliant only if you're insane like me]

@spaaaaaaaark-uwu Not sure if you'll get pinged for the mention in the ask. Sorry if this double pings!

[tales-from-syscord]

//tw: very small drug mention + a wild but extremely ableist assumption I thought we didn't have anything to submit here because we don't venture into syscord all that often, but then yesterday I stumbled across why we don't venture into syscord while going through our notes app. Buckle up because this was single-handedly the wildest thing that's ever happened to us on social media. In late 2021-early 2022 we got banned from the one syscord servers we were in without warning or reason. At first we figured "eh whatever, we didn't talk much in there anyway." But out of curiosity we DM'd one of the mods that we had already previously talked to and asked something like "Hey quick question why were we banned?" Because like- if we did anything wrong and didn't realize it I wanted to know so we didn't do it again. Waited for like three days and honestly forgot about it. You wanna know what their reasoning was? The server owner's abuser apparently had BPD. We have BPD, and at the time it was in our bio. The owner saw it one night, panicked and thought that we were their abuser on an alt, and then demanded that we were banned. Our terrified of confrontation ass just never tried to contact anyone from that server to defend ourselves. A week later one of the other (former) mods reached out and apologized for what happened and explained that the owner had been under the influence of something when it happened but they (the owner) refused to let us join back because in their words (which we were shown via screenshot) "most borderline people are abusive anyway so it's better to get rid of them now before they become a problem." As someone who's greatest fear is turning out like our own abuser (it's bad enough that the body already looks like him), that... was not great to hear. We were already in a less than great mental state (2020-2023 was awful for us), and that just made it worse. Never joined a public syscord server again after that. I also just wanna say I don't hold any hard feelings towards that specific mod, they were super nice and understanding. Apparently the owner had been giving them weird vibes for a while and this was the final straw for them, so they left the mod team and the server as a whole after that.

That's just

Anon, BPD or any mental condition doesn't mean your gonna turn into an abuser. Only your actions can and I'm sorry you had to deal with that

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Hi bunny! Can I please request a custard tart and profiteroles with a side of martini served by Danny Ric please?

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there's tons of options to choose from and i'd be beyond happy to write them up for you! thank you to those who submitted, i am slowly but surly working on them! thank you! for this lovely anon, thank you for the request! i know the danny news had been heartbreaking! but i am here to give ya'll some fics to lift your spirits!!! <3

custard tart ("i've never done this before.") + profiteroles ("come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go.") + martini (mafia au) served by daniel ricciardo (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, mafia enforcer!daniel, uni student!reader, references to violence & serious injury, massages, bruises, oral sex (daniel receiving), loving!daniel

you would consider your life fairly charmed. you haven't paid for you university classes since your first semester and you lived in a nice apartment that had a security guard. you considered yourself fairly lucky.

your boyfriend paid for everything. and while you would more often than not be those types of situations. daniel simply patted you on the head and smiled, "you just finish your studies, when you get a job in your dream field then you can provide more. for now, focus on school and i'll take care of everything else." his smile wide and his teeth pearly.

you could rarely say no to your boyfriend, except maybe when he tracked dirt through the apartment. you couldn't even say no to what he did. his job as an enforcer for rb. still to this day you didn't know what rb was, but you knew that daniel made sure that debts were paid.

and he did so with a smile.

it was monday night, and you were dozing on the couch. you were curled up in your pajamas with the television on. you would've put on a series you had been watching, but daniel had become engrossed with watching them all with you. even the crappy reality programs. so you were curled up with the cushion under your head and the throw blanket was throw over your body.

daniel was at work.

you noticed that the baseball bat was missing from the closet and gloves missing from one of the drawer and he wore a beat up pair of sneakers that basically had the soles worn down to nothing that could be traced. you tried not to think about it too hard, you knew you'd go crazy if you thought about what he was doing.

"i'm doing this to protect you, angel. these people aren't the kind of people that aim to hurt you." he cupped your cheek before he left, "you are my priority, beautiful. and i need to protect you."

the knock on the door took you from your thoughts as you lifted your head. you heard yuki's voice, "hey, it's me. i have daniel."

you were instantly on your feet almost tripped over yourself to get to the door. you opened it and saw a bruised daniel up against his friend yuki. you looked at both men before you asked, "what the hell happened?"

daniel lifted his head a little to look at you, "hey honey."

you took him in your arms and looked to yuki with shock. the other man looked away for a moment, but you held your gaze, "yuki, please. i need some reasoning."

yuki replied, "they were ready for him, and he got jumped. most of the injuries have been cleaned up." he swallowed, "i'm sorry."

you nodded, "i understand. thank you, yuki. for bringing him home to me."

the other man nodded, "of course, i mean, he wouldn't let me bring him anywhere else. even to get his injuries looked at. he wanted to see you first."

you looked at your lover and said, "you're in big trouble." and daniel simply smiled as he leaned in closer to you. basking in your warmth. you thanked yuki once more before you closed the door and got your boyfriend onto the couch.

you frowned when he looked at you, this big beautiful eyes on his always made it impossible to stay mad. and while he did very little to make you upset, it still was worrisome how beaten he was.

his face was already glossy with a bruise and there was some dried blood near his nose. he should be lucky that he wasn't dead. you exhaled deeply and leaned in to cup his face.

"is there anything broken?" you asked.

"nothing." he replied, "i'm sorry i worried you." he tried to lean up to you for a kiss. which you met. you melded your lips against his and he sighed happily.

"let's just go to bed, you've had enough activity tonight." you even went as far as to help him get undressed. you got him under the covers after he brushed his teeth and you held him as he got comfy.

you wanted to feel close to him, and he wanted to feel close to you.

-

you had no class the next morning and took to taking care of your lover. the bruises looked pretty bad, but daniel assured you that they looked worse than they felt. but you were uncertain. you still lightly kisses them as you laid in bed together.

when he tried to get up, he made a pained noise. when he looked at you he said, "i need a massage or something." then rubbed his achy lower back where there was a boot shaped bruise on his back.

you placed a hand on his shoulder gently. you replied, "well, i've never done this before. so please tell me if it starts hurting." and daniel nodded. you watched him lie on his front with his head to the side.

you sat down beside him on the bed. and ran a hand down your lover's strong back. you could feel the built muscle under your fingertips before you started to gingerly rub at the sore spots.

"fuck, honey." he exhaled deeply, he shifted a little on the bed and eventually got comfortable. you tried to work the muscle a little deeper and heard him almost moan.

"how does that feel?" you asked as you rubbed his sore body. you then leaned in to kiss him on the shoulder.

"oh." he groaned, "that feels good. you've never done this before?"

you smiled a little, "does it hurt?"

"oh, no, no, no, no." he said as he held onto the pillow under his head. he shifted a little more, he could feel himself hard in his briefs. he groaned a little bit as you massaged him.

but, it was painfully hot. to feel your touch on his skin as helped him feel less achy. you kissed his back once more and he groaned a little louder. after the hell of last night, he was happy to have your touch against him.

"oh, sweetheart." he smiled against the covers.

"i'm glad this is helping. i'm sorry i can't do more."

"no. no. this is perfect." he then got onto his back and winced, he said with heavy pants, "please, honey. please. i love you so much, you're the most beautiful woman in my life. can you.. can you suck me off, or get me off anyway you can?"

you felt flattered. but you also worried about him. he had gotten beaten pretty bad the previous night. you didn't need to cause him any pain.

"i don't want to hurt you, danny."

he shook his head, "no, you could never hurt me. your lips on me would heal me more than anything." he laughed a little as he reached out for you.

you looked at him and smiled, "okay, but you-"

he held your hand, "i will tell you if it hurts, babe. alright?" he brought your hand to his lips and kiss it, "you heal me more than hurt me."

you smiled at his words, "you flirt." then reached to pull his underwear down to reveal his hard cock. your mob enforcer boyfriend, even though you didn't approve with what he did. that smile and his love for you allowed you to accept him.

you kissed the tip of his leaky cock and he shuddered. he held onto the back of your head as you slowly sank your mouth onto his length.

you slowly moved your head up and down. encouraged by daniel's soft noises. his hand in your hair as he slowly rocked against you. he could feel the love for you though his body as you pleasured him.

"that's it, honey. that's it. you are so painfully perfect. i want to take care of you, love you." he groaned a little bit. he could feel his heart hammered in his chest.

he loved you, he loved you when you dressed up for date night and when you were barely awake for your nine a.m. lecture. he loved you in the pretty clothes he bought you but also the band t-shirts you wore. your smile even if there was spinach between you teeth, and how you were around him. he loved hearing you talk about your work in school and your hobbies.

it was comforting, he had spent so much time being an enforcer. always throwing the first punch, but to be in a home with you felt great. it didn't hurt that you also knew how to make him feel so good.

you continued to pleasure him and he groaned a little louder at the sensation. you moaned a little bit as he met your pace a little bit. you took deep breaths through your nose as you felt wetness between your legs.

"i love you." he said, "i love you so much, you're perfect." he arched his back a little as he felt pleasure really curl in his body. he had never been with a woman like you and he would have you for the rest of his days.

you continued to pleasure him and his noises got a little louder. you knew that he loved the feeling. he loved your mouth on him, anyway he could have you, he would have you.

it wasn't long before he held onto you tightly. he nudged his cock up against the back of your throat. he groaned as he came and tensed up. he held onto you and you held onto him.

even though he could feel a bit of pain in his body from his injuries. he'd endure all pain to be close to you. because he loved you. you were his world and he wanted to touch you every chance he got.

"shit, honey." he said.

you looked to him and swallowed his cum before you pulled your head away. you felt a bit of a head rush as you did so. you could feel your heart racing as you looked to him.

"are you okay?"

he grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you beside him on the bed. where he then peppered your face with loving kisses. you squirmed a little against him. his voice was like a promise as he kept you in his arms. oh, you were simply perfect.

"shit, sweetheart. that was... amazing." he beamed at you, "you are amazing." he had no other words, but he held onto you tightly.

"we can't do that all the time, not until you get better. i don't need you getting more hurt." you scolded him lightly.

daniel beamed at you, the smile that he reserved only for you. even though it hurt a little due to the bruise on his face, he simply curled into you more. you petted his hair gently before he asked, "when the bruises heal and you have your time off school. come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go. so you don't have to worry about me getting hurt again."

the thing about daniel was, you could rarely say no to him. his love for you was a magnetic feeling. so you kissed under his eye where some of the bruise was and replied, "okay. just you and me. no bruises, no blood. just us."

"of course, honey. just us." <3

[bigtedbear]

Idk if 🧅 anon has a request/prompt set on now but I GOT YOU FELLOW ANON!!

Ik my dear author doesn't like infidelity, so here we go. I serve you: Unrequited Love.

Imagine being always there for Neuvilette? Being his best friend since highschool, and being there even when you guys are adults. Everyone knows Reader Likes Neuvi, and Neuvi is too oblivious to see that.

A lot of people mistake them for a couple, even Neuvilettes' parents did.

Reader and Neuvilette both are prodigies in their own field of talent (idk if I used the term prodigy right...) and both are part of very elite families. And since they're both so close together, maybe it won't be so bad if they (parents) set a little proposal for both of them?

When Reader got the news, he couldn't even contain his joy as he immediately said yes of course, and started daydreaming about the marriage. He forgot that the marriage wasn't even built by love, and didn't know that his approval was the reason why Neuvis rejection was deemed irrelevant.

For that, Neuvi became distant and grew to hate Reader who was now his husband. Neuvi had a thought that he(Reader) was the reason why he couldn't continue with his dreams anymore, that he was a fallen eagle who could have sore high above. But being married to the reader reduced the media's image to him as nothing but a “Male Wife”

For years Reader and Neuvi never communicated, and both suffered from the marriage. The reader tried to make it work but nothing ever changed. It wasn't until he saw Neuvi being happy, laughing with another man, something he has never seen Neuvi do ever since they got married— Wrio was his name, reader heard — he realized that he should let go, that it could never work between them two, specially if he was the only one that gave his all, that gave his love.

Besides, it was his fault why Neuvi was unhappy. He thought about it long and hard, and finally told Neuvi to sign the divorce but there was a condition: “Let's treat each other like we're really married for a month before we part.”

And so Neuvi and Reader got lovey dovey for a month, with Neuvi actually falling. Reader on the other hand, thought that Neuvi was just giving it all, like an act, or maybe for pity. Their little agreement had to be paused after Reader had to go for a business trip, and Reader met the love of his life (alhaitham 😘😘😘😋😋😋‼️‼️⁉️⁉️) who made him feel better, healed, and reader found genuine connection with that person.

The person made him feel like it was okay to let go, that everything will be okay even if Neuvi has left, that it's better to stop chasing after someone who will never love you back.

“stop forcing love to make people love you back.”

And so he did, when reader got home, he looked like a different person, he no longer looked tired and held that sad smile on his face. Neuvi felt uneasy, when reader asked Neuvi for a talk in the living room. The words “im sorry, I love you, and thank you” were given to him, as Reader asked for sincere apologies and told Neuvi that it was okay if he signs now, because he knew Neuvi deserves better.

Reader mentioned the person he met, the person who helped him to settle his storm inside. How he made him happy, and how lovely he was.

It rained, it rained very hard that time and Neuvi signed. He was finally free, but at what cost? He finally realizes, he was in love — but was too late to say it. You were already in love with another, it's okay. He understands.

—🪷

As much as I love this request, I will have to humbly decline

NOT BECAYSE ITS BAD but because our sweet 🧅 has already submitted a request and id like to keep my last slot open for something non-Neuvillette because i fear he seems to be all that i write for 🙏

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Sooo mad petrellicest is losing lmao, put some fucking respect on their name! What tf even is sharp objects? But Heroes was a fucking flagship show that everyone was watching and literally in the first episode Peter says "it's biological. I can't help it. We're connected." and then the final episode of s1 they literally have the big "I love you" scene and then fly off to explode together. Not to mention the deleted treehouse scene from s2 where Nathan very heavily implies *something* went on between him and Peter there when they were younger (bearing in mind Peter is twelve years younger than him) and that he went back there the first night his powers manifested (which is also exactly the same time his brother's powers manifested) and he's so fucking distressed about it. Also in season 3 he tries so hard to seduce Peter by coming to his apartment before their date and licking his fucking lips at him. Also anon underplayed the "Peter crucified someone to try and save Nathan" like not only that, he NAIL GUNNED him to a board, said "give Nathan back to me BODY AND SOUL" and tried to FORCE THE GUY TO SHAPESHIFT BACK INTO HIS ALREADY DEAD BROTHER. NOBODY was doing it like them, sorry. The actors were in on it, the creator was in on it, the fucking music people were in on it - shout-out Wendy and Lisa. (Anyway all this and more on @petrellicest - if this poll or this ask encourages anyone to watch heroes then I will be more than delighted). I also would have submitted Nathan/Angela (his mom) since apparently THOSE weird vibes were entirely intentional from the start and I'm sick in the head, but I know that would have been just me lol

Also can't believe Jonas/Martha didn't even make the list. More people need to watch Dark. More timeloop incest than you can shake a stick at.

Anon I mean this is the most neutral way I am not trying to disparage heroes it genuinely seems cool it won many awards and the propaganda people have submitted makes me want to check it out! But it is soooo funny to go what tf is sharp objects and then call heroes a flagship show everyone was watching...sharp objects is Gillian Flynn's (you may know her as the author of Gone Girl) extremely successful debut novel that was adapted into a miniseries starring very famous celebrity Amy Adams and the main character and her sister kiss with tongue

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If no one else has a fluff prompt for him, what about the prompt "You're lucky I love you" for Belphegor?

Hello there, anon!

I quite liked this prompt and I had fun writing it! Belphie is such a cute lil guy when he's not trying to kill us. (I'm sorry but I would make fun of him for that until the end of time lol.)

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Belphegor

Warnings: none!

It was something you always danced around, a heavy awareness you held in your chest. It was a threshold you didn't think you could cross. Every day, chances presented themselves to you. Every day, you let them pass you by. Opportunities were in abundance, but you found it was something you were too nervous to actually say.

Every once in a while, it almost slipped out. You would be going about your regular life when suddenly you'd turn around and find yourself looking into Belphegor's eyes. Your heart would pound and you could feel the words behind your lips for a moment before you swallowed them down.

And always, the moment would pass.

You weren't entirely sure if Belphie experienced similar feelings. Sometimes you thought maybe he was, but other times it seemed like he wasn't. He was attentive, always paying attention to you, often by your side. But he was also quiet and he never said how he felt either way.

If the others were aware of the delicate way you were tip toeing around him, they didn't say anything. You were too focused on Belphie to pick up on their knowing glances or how they sometimes left you two alone deliberately.

It felt like any normal day as the last class finally ended and you prepared to walk home from RAD. Belphie was snoozing in the desk next to yours. You nudged him awake.

"C'mon, Belphie," you said. "Class is over."

Belphie sat up, rubbing at his eyes for a moment before stretching and yawning. He got up from his desk and smiled at you. "Thanks for waking me up, MC."

You folded your arms. "I'm surprised I was even able to. It's usually a lot harder."

Belphie shrugged as he started toward the class exit. "I always hear it when it's your voice."

You flushed, but Belphie didn't see it. You were behind him, following him out of the classroom door. You stayed quiet as the two of you made your way out of the school's main entrance.

You made it about halfway home when it began to rain. It was a light drizzle at first. You frowned because you hadn't brought a jacket or an umbrella.

"Was it supposed to rain today?" you asked Belphie.

He frowned up at the sky. "Not that I heard."

"Great," you said. "If it gets worse, we're gonna get soaked."

As if the weather had heard your complaints, the rain suddenly increased significantly, a true downpour.

You yelped. "Oh no!"

"Come on," Belphie said, grabbing your hand and tugging you beneath a tree. "Hopefully it'll quiet down soon. We can wait it out until then."

You looked up at the branches of the tree which mostly prevented the rain from drenching you. You frowned as it dripped on your head and face.

Belphie sighed and pulled a jacket out of his book bag. Instead of putting it on, he held it open over your head. He had to step close to you to do this, his arms stretched out on either side of you. A heat encompassed you, emanating from Belphie's body, though your back was still exposed to the cold air.

You hugged yourself a little to get warmer. You looked down at Belphie's chest. "Thanks."

Belphie huffed a little. "You're lucky I love you."

You made a strangled noise, a gasp that you tried to hold back. Your eyes shot up to meet his. He seemed surprised by your reaction, his own eyes widening as he stared back at you.

"Do you?" Your voice trembled only slightly.

Belphie watched you carefully. "You didn't know?"

His voice was quiet and gentle. He didn't seem upset or confused. He didn't even seem nervous. It was steady, confident.

You frowned. "You never said it."

Belphie lowered his arms, letting his jacket fall onto the top of his bag on the ground. He took your hand and pulled you closer, his other hand resting on your back.

"I didn't think I needed to say it," Belphie said. "I'm sorry, MC. If you want to hear it, just ask. I'll tell you as many times as you like."

You squeezed his hand. "Then say it."

Belphie smiled, a sweet smile with a hint of a smirk. "I love you."

The rain dripped down from the leaves, hitting the top of your head, but you didn't pay it any mind. You leaned close to Belphie and said, "I love you, too."

Belphie's kiss filled you with a warmth that would stay with you for the remainder of the time you spent waiting beneath the tree for the rain to stop. It lingered even as you walked the rest of the way home, hand in hand. And it settled into your heart as you sat together in the planetarium, his head in your lap. From then on, no matter how often you asked, Belphie would always say exactly what you wanted to hear.

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