#take it and get out and don't you dare come back unless you are willing to face the consequences of your actions and you can apologize

[pickletrip]

August you little piece of shit.

Could you stop and think for once before doing something, especially when you already know that Day likes you romantically?! You already knew that you could not reciprocate his feelings so you decided to lie and pretend hoping it would make Day feel better?? What kind of rationalizing is this? Dude, c'mon.

Day is not just dealing with his romantic feelings here and you cannot just assume that you can fill in a role temporarily just to give him good memories and feelings. NOBODY FEELS GOOD BEING LIED TO. Take your pity and stuff it up your ass. I cannot feel any sympathy for him. If you want to make Day feel good and happy be genuine about it. It's very simple.

If you already knew that you did not like him that way, then why did you initiate that kiss?

Did Day confess directly to you so you felt the need to take some action? NO.

Did Day tell you that he had a crush on someone and you were scared of losing him? NO.

Then why would you kiss him and then reject him when he kisses back? What tomfoolery is this? Are you living in your imagination and you think your actions have no consequences? Did you suddenly think that by kissing him things would naturally fall into place? NO AUGUST. THAT'S NOT HOW LOVE WORKS.

[koolades-world]

How the brother deal with jealousy and a pushy suitor

Lucifer

he knows you would never go behind his back with the lowly demons who grovel at your feet but he can’t help it

for a while, he hangs back and observes, since he knows you’ll get rid of them eventually

but it’s just a matter of how quickly, and I’d that’s too long for his liking

eventually he just comes up behind you, and standing menacingly which usually scares the shit out of whatever poor soul happens to be speaking to you

once they disappear you either lightly scold him for chasing off a friend or playfully roll your eyes at his antics

Mammon

he is loud and proud about the two of you being an item so he makes sure everyone knows

holding hands, matching outfits, the whole nine yards you get it

anyone brave enough to approach you while he’s attached to your hip is probably a friend, who you don’t let him chase away

everyone else, however, he won’t hesitate to question and subtly tell them to leave before he makes them

he’s usually super smug afterwards but denies everything if you ask

Levi

mans is literally the avatar of envy, even the littlest things could trigger a flair up

if your out in public together, especially since he’s shy, will remain glued to your side since you’re the social one

he won’t utter a word unless provoke or if it’s for you, meaning he suddenly gets strangely confident in the face of pushy, unwanted suitors

he might even go as far as to lightly shove them before dragging you away

once he realizes what he just did, he begins to profusely apologize and freak out, so be sure to reassure him with kisses <3

Satan

oh lord anyone who sees you anywhere near him understands fully to leave you two alone if they know what’s good for them

but sometimes, he might leave to fetch your drinks or napkins if you’re at a coffee shop, or quickly go pay if it’s a bookstore, leaving a window of town without him

the lone, stupid soul who dared to approach you will be in for a world of pain in a variety of ways, including physical, psychological, and social

but in the moment, he seems deceptively calm and will be polite in asking them to leave you alone

once you’re both home and you part ways, he finds out who exactly that was and plots how to ruin their everything

Asmo

he's very upfront about it, considering he knows the both of you are such a power couple and there are bound to be fans or otherwise

he's no stranger to signing autographs so he might be sidetracked for a minute or two depending on how many he has to sign

if he turns back and sees someone getting a little too close for his liking, he won't hesitate to insert himself into the conversation and tell them to shoo

he questions you afterwards to make sure you're ok and will apologized if that's not what you wanted, regardless of what he thought

he buys you a treat afterwards <3

Beel

another brother other demons don't dare to approach, but now that you've been in his life, others have kind of seem that as him softening

just because he's not willing to take care of someone in front of you doesn't mean he won't at all

if someone approaches the two of you, he usually let you handle it but watches carefully to try and find the intentions of who's talking to you. people don't give him enough credit for being observant imo

he only acts if he's 100% sure they're up to no good unless they give him a clue before hand. your safety is always first so he usually just politely ushers them off unless they give him a reason not to

a sweet boy <33

Belphie

he's the most direct and will literally tell someone he doesn't like them or tell them to go away in a not so nice way

he follows you around like a shadow if you're not holding him by his arm so that alone probably scares off people

for the most part, you tell him to cool off or tone it back, but when you don't he knows there's probably a reason

that person will be seeing him every night while they sleep until he deems their lesson learned

and what he does during that time? he would never tell you

[daechvvitas]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

how i think each member would be like as a boyfriend part one - hyung line edition

WARNINGS: mentions of daddy k ink, praise k ink, brat taming, d*ggystyle, oral, bee dee ess em, degradation

A/N: this is a mixture of sfw/nsfw. thanks for requesting, anon! minors, dni.

NAMJOON

He's the most self conscious about the songs he writes about you. You're his biggest source of inspiration, so that means he wants the lyrics to be perfect. It throws him off kilter because normally, he can write a song in one sitting. Even in an ER room. But when they're about you, it's different. He likes the challenge, though. He feels like it makes him a better writer.

He points out baby shoes and clothing to you every time you guys are at a store. He's still not sure if he wants to have a kid or not but he can't help but still find the items super fucking adorable.

He has a bit of a daddy k ink. He never thought he would been into it but the first time it slipped out of your mouth, his brain went to static and he fucked you harder than he'd ever done before.

He buys you books specifically curated to your taste. Even more, he buys himself a copy too so that he can keep up with what you like.

He talks you through sex. It's full of a lot of praise and encouragement. "Look how good you're taking me" and the sorts. He also loves hearing validation from you that it feels good and he's doing well.

He hates when the two of you argue but he physically cannot stop himself from having the last word. What can I say? The man likes to be right. And sometimes, that stubbornness can lead to huge blow outs. He always makes it up to you, though. After a cool-off period, he'll come back with calmer logic and won't rest until the situation is resolved.

SEOKJIN

He always makes you meals, even when his schedule is insane. If he has to wake up in the wee hours to have it cooked and waiting in the fridge for you, then so be it.

He's a brat tamer. And he's damn good at it. Even if you don't have a particularly submissive nature, he'll have you a whimpering, shaking mess by the end of the night. But those intense nights come with the best aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make you food, and give you a ton of cuddles.

He's insistent on doing things for you, even if it annoys you. Grabbing things from high places, opening doors... You name it. He just likes showing how much he cares about you through action.

He's the type to jokingly rile you up but then end up actually getting really mad, which leads to arguments that could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, he has a bit of the gamer boyfriend syndrome. He does not like being interrupted when he's playing his games. He is a sucker for you, though. So he's willing to free up one of his hands to give you the attention you so desperately want. And no, he doesn't plan on muting his mic so you better keep those moans quiet.

He takes personal offense if he's not your bias or if you rocking any BT21 character that isn't RJ. He'll definitely give you a playful but bombastic side eye until you either change or admit that he is the only option to be your bias.

YOONGI

He wouldn't consider himself a 'romantic' but he shows that he cares through quality time. Even if you're just in the living room watching a show, he'll always quietly sit next to you. Just so you know he's always there.

Alternatively, he loves when you do the same. His genius lab is a sacred place that even his members don't dare to enter unless it's for work. But for you? It's an open door policy. Your presence motivates him more than it distracts him.

Speaking of his studio, the two of you have definitely fucked there. Multiple times. The first time it happened was just sort of a spur of the moment type of things but now, you live to bend over for him, chest pressed against the knobs of his music equipment as he thrusts into you.

He shares his food with you without any complaints or annoyance. If he notices you want a taste of whatever he has, he immediately offers it to you. Not even just a bite, either. He'll give you the whole thing.

He likes taking his time with you. There's a lot of foreplay where the tongue technology comes in hand. He loves to lick you, taste you, make you fall apart with just his mouth.

He prefers dates at home over dates out of the house, but he'll indulge you if you really want a night out. However, his ideal night would be cooking you both dinner, plenty of whiskey, and of course, you.

HOSEOK

Prepare to be touched all the time. Not even just sexually (though we'll get to that). He's just a very touchy feely boyfriend. Cheek kisses, hugs from behind, gripping your thigh. He just wants to feel your skin against his.

He loves sharing tea with you. He remembers every single piece of gossip you tell him, even if he doesn't know the parties involved, and enthusiastically picks whatever side you're on. In return, he always keeps you updated on the drama and insanity of his members' lives. There's really no secrets between you both.

He's a dom, for sure. When it's just the two of you behind closed doors, he feels comfortable enough to strip back the sunshine side and get to play with the darker side of him without judgement. He also finds it so hot that you trust him enough to go on wilder extremes together — tying you up, blindfolding you, spanking you. He craves having control over you.

His favorite form of aftercare is giving you a massage. Typically, he has you folded up like a pretzel as he has his way with you. So making sure your body is taken care of afterwards is of utmost importance. As he massages you, he likes to sweetly shower you with compliments just so you know that any degradation that occurred during sex does not hold true in real life.

He's the first to like your social media posts. Yes, he has notifications on just to make sure he's the first. It could be a selfie or a random picture of the sky and he's the first on the post, showering you with emojis.

Sometimes, he needs personal space. You didn't do anything wrong. But when things get hard at work or overwhelming in his personal life, he has the tendency to retract instead of engage. He doesn't ever have the heart to tell you that but you can tell by the short answers or less enthused interactions. The best thing you can do is give him that space to work through his head.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 127 }

elusive | ephemeral.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

no curses au

{ come inside of my heart if you're looking for answers... }

megumi fushiguro was an absolute enigma to you. you never could quite get a grasp of what was on his mind or how he was feeling.

he caught your eye the day you first laid eyes on him, with those spiked, ebony locks of hair and deep set pair of blue/green eyes-

the boy absolutely captivated you.

you attended the same high school together with him, and your feelings remained unchanged from first year until now- your final year together.

some of your peers found him to be scary, especially during that time when he was able to fight off a group of bullies from a neighboring school. megumi was truly so cool to you at that very moment, sitting upon their piles of unconscious bodies while simply fixing his hair.

you remember the way he nonchalantly tells the group of bullies to rightfully fuck off, unless they wanted him to teach them another lesson.

needless to say, you never saw those troublesome group of boys ever again.

for the most part, megumi was truly the center of attention for everyone. where he was the envy of all the boys, he was the target for all of the girl's affections-

and you were no stranger to this feeling of adoration for him.

throughout your school year, despite not sharing a class with him, you were well aware of all the confession letters he would get. this would always make yuji groan at how unfair it was while nobara would happily eat all of the unwanted chocolates the girls would give him each time valentine's day came around.

of course, you were never brave enough to tell megumi of your feelings.

so all of the emotions that you felt for him began to slowly fester from deep inside of your heart and soul. each time you would try to ignore such feelings, it only served to grow stronger. and with each passing day that went by, you knew that it could no longer be ignored or contained.

when it was your final year at school was the moment you decided to do something about your feelings for megumi. spring had barely began, with the cherry blossoms still in full bloom. it was during this setting that you were hunched over on your desk, writing a heartfelt letter dedicated to megumi on a piece of pastel stationary.

your lips were pursed in concentration, and you threw away all rational thoughts-

truly writing your letter by simply conveying your feelings alone.

when you were finished, you folded your letter and placed it within the accompanying envelope, tucking in the flap while looking at the time on your phone. with fifteen minutes to spare, you were hopeful that you could catch megumi before he went to class.

adjusting your uniform, you clutch your letter close to your chest, taking steps out of your classroom as you waited out in the hallways for him to appear. you could feel your heart pounding from within your ears, the blood rushing through while making you feel lightheaded in response.

the moment he appears with his best friends in tow, you swore it felt as though time had stood still. your breath was caught in the confines of your throat, making it harder for you to breath as your chest constricted in response.

he was getting closer now, so close that you could almost smell the faint scent of his cologne. when he passes by you, you knew you had to act fast.

"fushiguro-kun!" you call out his name, feeling your voice breaking at the end when he stops and faces you. yuji and nobara look at you with a tilt of their heads, all while megumi calls out your surname in a deadpan voice.

"yeah?"

you lost all nerve now, unable to speak nor meet his gaze. remaining tight lipped, you stomp closer to him and press your letter against his chest. "please, read this, it's okay if you throw it away and don't accept, but please, just give me this one chance."

not daring to look at his expression, you quickly ran back into your classroom, willing your heart to calm down as you struggled to retain your focus for the rest of the day.

{ ... }

you finished your club activities and begin to pack up your belongings, feeling skittish and a little nauseous at the thought of seeing megumi.

were you really prepared to accept his rejection?

what if you found your letter for him crumpled up and in a trashcan somewhere?

all of these intrusive thoughts were enough to send a pang into your chest. it just hurt so much to think that megumi could ever be so cruel to you.

so imagine your surprise when you walk out of school to see megumi waiting by the gates. he sees you stepping closer and faces you, extending a hand out for you to take.

"i accepted your letter." was all he said-

and with that simple phrase, all of your anxieties seems to poof out of existence, disappearing into thin air like a puff of smoke.

it was more than enough to send your heart soaring into cloud 9, with you taking shaky steps toward him as you take his hand, the sensation of his fingertips intertwining with yours feeling like a homecoming.

{ week 1 }

to say that you were the target of every girl's vicious glares would be an understatement-

but truth be told, you didn't really care.

you were still so happy that megumi accepted your feelings for him, and that you were currently dating him.

he was the perfect gentleman, walking with you to and from school, while carrying your books and bag each time they got too heavy.

you never went anything past hand-holding with him, and for the most part, you were just fine with it.

after all, you didn't wish to rush anything when it came to your relationship-

simply wishing for it to bloom the more time you spent with each other. even during the times when you found yourself craving for something more (a gentle embrace, even a butterfly kiss felt on the skin of your cheek) you forced yourself to quickly reign in those emotions.

it just takes time.

let it take all the time it needed before morphing into something beautiful and perfect.

{ 3 months }

perhaps megumi wasn't the affectionate type?

you came to realize that the closer you got to him. you knew that you were still his girlfriend, that he still cherished you in his own way even if he wasn't too good at showing it.

right?

why else would he invite you over to his place- (and even in his room!) for a casual study date?

even though you kept convincing yourself that this was normal, that not all relationships needed to be overly affectionate in order to be a loving and fulfilling-

but admittedly, it was getting harder for you. the fact that he always seemed to keep you away at an arm's length made you feel more like a close friend to him than anything else.

you let out another sigh, unable to focus on your notes as megumi casually calls out your name from his spot on the floor.

"what's wrong? is there something you don't get?" he asks you while still flipping through his textbook, not even bothering to look at you.

you clench your eyes shut, suddenly becoming filled with a determination as you got off of his bed. you remain silent, simply taking your place on his lap, feeling him stiffen in response to your close proximity.

the moment he says your name was when you inch yourself closer to him, lips ready to meet with his in a kiss-

only to feel your heart shatter when he moves his face away from you, allowing your lips to meet with his cheek instead. it was painful, having to bite back the choked sob that threatened to escape from your parted lips.

megumi couldn't even look at you, his eyes still looking off to the side. swallowing the painful lump in your throat, you decided on a simple compromise.

lifting up your hand, you press a kiss against your middle and pointer finger before pressing the same fingertips against his lips. this finally catches megumi's attention, seeing his wide eyes while he calls out your name.

"it's okay! this is enough for me, now, let's get back to studying!" your voice was overly cheerful when you returned back to megumi's bed, with it taking a herculean effort to hide your tears from him.

{ 8 months }

you couldn't take it anymore.

the joy you once felt when megumi accepted your feelings and agreed to be yours was all but a faint memory now.

his heart was always so elusive, with you never quite being able to keep it in your grasp before it would ultimately slip away from your fingertips. the love you thought you could feel for him was nothing more than an ephemeral emotion after all-

perhaps you were just wasting his time.

instead of going to school like you planned, you told your parents that you felt sick. your nausea was preventing you from attending your classes, and your parents allowed you to take the day off. feeling eternally grateful to them, you wrapped yourself within the comfort of your blanket, holding on tightly to your favorite plush when you unlocked your phone.

you looked at your wallpaper and felt your heart aching all over again. it was a selfie you took with megumi, and you were the only one smiling while clinging on to his arm.

you were so happy...

yet all you could see from megumi was a look of boredom.

biting down on your lip, you open up your text messages, seeing megumi's log as you quickly typed out a message to him.

[ let's break up. i'm sorry for wasting your time, goodbye. ]

not daring to see if he had read your message yet, you delete your chat log with him and immediately blocked his number before tossing your phone off to the side, allowing yourself to wallow within your tears.

your heart was completely torn apart, and you couldn't even bring yourself to eat any of the meals you mom had made for you. the tray of food was still untouched and left outside of your room. you just couldn't find the strength to even try and eat.

you kept yourself within your personal cocoon, not even moving an inch when your door opens as a figure walks into your room.

"i'll eat it later, mom. i told you i wasn't hungry."

"it's me." you felt your blood turning ice cold, with you tossing back your covers back to see megumi standing before you. he held in his hand the tray of food your mom made along with a binder kept within the crook of his arm. "your mom let me in..." he trails off when he sees the intensity of your expression.

"w-what are you doing here?!" you angrily wipe away at your tears, hating the fact that megumi could see your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes. "we broke up, so there's n-no reason for you to be here!"

he remains silent, simply placing the tray of food and the binder on your desk. he meets with your gaze for a brief second before falling down to his knees, suddenly taking your lips with his in a searing kiss that manages to take your very breath away. his kiss was so sudden and deep that you were certain that he could taste the saltiness of your tears.

you kiss him back with an eagerness, but had to pull away when a hiccup escapes from your lips. megumi lets out a gentle laugh, eyes appearing much softer than usual.

"correction, you broke up with me, b-but that wasn't a mutual agreement."

pain was seen flashing within his eyes when he rests his head against yours. "i'll admit it, i'm an idiot, okay? i love you, but i don't know how to show you."

his confession makes your heart begin to race once more, and the way he was touching the tip of his nose against yours felt so achingly soft and sweet. "the day when you tried to kiss me, i didn't mean to look away or reject you. i was just... beating myself up for being unable to kiss you first."

you slowly began to shake your head, unable to believe that this was all true. "n-no, but... you were always so distant with me... i could never tell what you were thinking, o-or even how you felt about me. i truly thought i-i was wasting your time, and you were only with me out of o-obligation!"

the emotions all came rushing back to you, making you look away from megumi when he calls out your name. you felt your bed dipping with his added weight as his chapped lips brushes against your temple. "look at me..."

when you refused to do so, megumi gently takes a hold of your chin, expression filled with a desperation when he takes a hold of your hand. "i never once thought about accepting your feelings out of mere obligation. when you gave me your love letter that day, you should have seen my face. i was doing all that i could to hide back this stupid grin while blushing so much that even the tips of my ears began to turn red."

his admission makes your heart melt, and you could only call out his name. with a sigh, he places your hand on his chest, making you feel its rapid palpitations as proof that his feelings for you were real.

"from now on...come inside of my heart if you're looking for answers, and you'll know just how much you mean to me."

a.n. - i am currently listening to iv of spade's [ come inside of my heart ] on repeat ever since i heard it on a tiktok and became so obsessed with it 🥺 this is unedited, so i hope you readers will forgive me for any glaring errors.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[to-thelakes]

Having a BAU girls night out but with Luke tagging along for scary dog privileges (even though you could very well do anything you want yourself bc you're a literal federal agent)

girl i LOVE this idea, like luke would fucking LOVE to be the scary dog on a night-out, intimidating anyone in sight who was being creepy or weird. here's how a typical night with the women of the BAU (+luke) would probably go.

(below the cut)

so you all get to the bar as soon as you're off work, sometimes in uniform (which is literally just formal wear), sometimes you get a chance to change into something more comfortable but sluttish for the bar, really depends on the day

either way, luke is there and he sometimes wonders how he gets himself into these situations because being surrounded by his absolutely gorgeous drunk coworkers is just something he never really expects but he secretly loves it

you and the girlies all do rounds of drinks, cocktails for garcia, rum and coke (or whiskey) for emily, jj gets like either aperol spritzer, cocktails or like vodka with a mixer (orange or pineapple or cranberry juice) and tara gets either whiskey, like emily, or she gets like coke/lemonade with vodka, you get whatever your favourite is on the night and you obviously are all drinking

luke probably gets like a beer but doesn't tend to get too drunk unless it's a whole team outing (including matt, reid and rossi) so he has a few beers

the ladies quickly get smashed which leads to dancing, which leads to reader being incredibly touchy with everyone but especially luke which leads to him getting dragged to dance

he loves dancing (even if he'd never admit it) and he loved seeing you so care-free on a night out

the dancing then leads to men approaching the other girlies and jj is probably the first to make her way towards you and luke when men start being weird

this is quickly followed by garcia

they are both strong independent women, don't get me wrong, but jj especially avoids conflict when she can, so you will drag her into you and dance with her and with luke

the GLARE the luke gives the weird men would be enough for them to give up or scuttle off

jj is always thankful for luke in the mornings and always tells him as much, garcia is a little more on-and-off about it

you almost never leave luke's side so you're usually clear of the creeps

now as for the other girls, whenever weird men come around, tara and emily are the first willing to start a fight

this leads to luke diffusing which only pisses them off more and you or jj or garcia step in to diffuse further, the men always back off when another man comes and it makes emily and tara mad (so real)

but after that hiccup in the night, it usually goes back to normal, dancing, singing, drinking until you can barely walk because a release like a drunken night is seriously needed after a long day chasing criminals

also emily will occasionally spend an entire night drinking wine but it makes her a little too silly and gives her a raging headache in the morning so she generally avoids it

but all-in-all, everyone loves when luke comes and are thankful for the scary dog vibes that he gives off to people who are being weird

obviously, they wish things were different and also can and do take care of themselves whenever they got out alone but luke being there tends to make everyone feel safer

luke also just loves having free rein and permission to glare down any man who even dares go near any of the BAU women if they don't want it

he is aware that everyone can take care of themselves but after dealing with weird men who make him feel sick to his stomach most days, being able to protect his friends from those same kind of men does make him feel a little better

you also love when he protects everyone, you just think it's so sweet and you adore him for it

which is just another reason that you fall for him

[katz-chow]

Coming from puff puffs blog 🤧🤥 hope you don't mind 😝🙈🙉 ur also totally gaining a new follower..

WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON SOAP? 🥰🥰🥰 unless you've already done this before then I am so sorry 😓

relationship with soap headcanons

warnings: sfw, fluff, some angst, relationship arguments, family trauma mentioned, religious trauma, homophobia, bad dad

a/n: my fav cod man is soap so this took my top priority!!! i think about this man a lot, 09 and reboot version. reboot is my fav though, realistically, he's who i would actually get with. here’s all the things i’ve thought about him, there’s probably more tbh… OK OK HERE :))

childhood hcs

johnny soap mactavish comes from a large family of 5 siblings, he's the second oldest. it's elsie, him, blair, callum, and olivia.

growing up in a family of mainly girls got him on that respect women juice. he would always have to make sure his younger siblings are ok and aren't you know, being bullied. his parents were adamant on 2 year age gaps between them all.

his cousin, jack, was an sas operator and that was what made him want to join. they had to call security forces to arrest him out at some point because he kept sneaking in to watch them do stuff lol

elsie left for uni with her bf to live in soho when johnny was 16, the same year he would talk to recruiters around his hometown, driving hours and then getting rejected the same day due to his age

9th grade (year 10) chemistry got him obsessed with stem and its *explosive* results. he aced chemistry and then took advanced chemistry and physics just because he loved it so much

after this, as soon as he turned 18, he went to sign his papers THEN graduated school (he's just like me fr). his mom was so worried for him, especially when her sister told her about the danger that jack would get himself into. in the end, he promised he'll always call her and his siblings

his dad's an ass, hes an alcoholic, a cheater, a *bitch*... he would always take the kids to church on sundays and twisted the religion into a reason for his behavior. claiming that johnny's mom being at home was just "their culture"

she makes a killer shepherd's pie though

always had had some sort of love-hate relationship with the catholic faith. on one hand, it was nice to know there's always at least someone watching out for him, but after hearing the constant belittlement from his father, claiming he wasn't "manly enough" for not willing to give his life up in the service, he started to resent the “all merciful”.

he ended up blaming god for all his faults, letting him take accountability. this especially happened when he got diagnosed with adhd when he was 17, his dad didn’t believe in mental health. his mom was only a bit better about it, they both refused meds for him.

he's bisexual, leans towards women though. found this out after a truth or dare game in junior year (year 12) and some beers in a closet

at one point, callum acccidently let it slip at dinner when johnny had first moved out that he had met a cute guy and their dad screamed and yelled at the whole family, especially their mom, about "raising a fucking whore of a son, dragging the family down to shite"

blair called and told johnny a few days later and johnny rushed his work as quickly as possible and begged his chain of command for a few days off to go back home to his family

his family gets loud…like really loud. there’s 7 people what do you expect?

it gets especially bad when it’s sunday morning and you gotta get 7 people awake and looking their church best for an hour and a half 😔

johnny is the quickest everything there is, which has its downsides too. he could run and swim the fastest in the family, but he was also the quickest eater…meaning he’s on dish washing duty. he’s quick at that too so by the time everyone’s finished, he’s washed all the other dishes that took to make dinner

broke his arm chasing a cat through someone’s yard (he was 14)

had a goat scream and kicked him because he wanted to give it a hug

he got a part time job at a local bakery in 10th grade (year 11). the pay wasn’t much but neither was the work really. olivia, who was 9 at the time, made him promise that he’ll get her a doll to have tea with. her tea set had 4 cups but only one of her, so she must get another one to join her! he kept his promise; he ended up getting three dolls for her

he can make amazing soda bread and brioche loafs now too, still keeps a starter from the owner of the bakery to this day

he had a mountain bicycle that he would take everywhere. had room behind his seat for packages and his backpack, which he would tie down. that thing had such a loud bell too, would ring constantly to “let people know hes coming and get ready”

was terrified of selkies for some reason, always had the window closed and made callum sleep by it while he slept by the door

wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but would get into trouble with his adventurous heart.

got lost in the woods once and after a while of fake courage, he sat down and cried until elsie found him. he was 20 yards (13 meters) away from the clearing 😭😭

laugh at that guys, mf was 15

personality & relationship hcs

johnny is such a fun lover. he’s handsome yeah, but what makes ppl flaunt over him is his humor. he’s what jessica rabbit said “he makes me laugh”

such a charismatic and charming person, gets it from his dad. he could talk about just about anything, also the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the grocery store. then end up with their number and a date or helping them dog sit

this isn’t always a good thing though, one time before he was medicated, he would talk on and on, his story becoming incoherent due to the amount of self-interruptions he made, that a group of guys got so annoyed at that pub, they punched him.

he was young, 19, and couldn’t fight, so he didn’t win and came back to the barracks with a nasty black eye

he likes to be the big spoon, has to hold something in order to sleep

feel like he’s the type to wrap his arms around a pillow and lay on his stomach to sleep

speaking of sleeping, he HATES sleeping with socks on. he tried it one day and he just shivered at the feel of it, woke up and his socks were missing (he found them under the bed)

i also feel like he sleeps like a log, unmoving once he finds his comfort, i also think it's because he had to sleep in the same bed as his siblings at one point and he didn't want to wake them by moving, so he got accustomed to being a still sleeper

one time he accidentally got into a fight at a bar when a guy kept being misogynistic and was arrested and kept in jail for the whole night until one of his civilian friends bailed him out

johnny's the type to race you in the rain to the car. again, he's quick so he's always ahead of you but then he slips from the rain and ends up all wet and muddy and in the car.

his favorite thing to do is hear you laugh. he'll do anything to hear you laugh.

whenever you're sad, he'll purposely stub his toe or trip down the stairs or make you kiss his "owie" (a papercut) to get you to cheer up. like yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch but seeing you sad hurts more than a silly tumble

number one date event is city exploring and hopping. like cafe hopping, pub hopping, museum hopping, restaurant hopping, anything that makes you get up and get going with time to sit and chill at the same time.

feels like he can eat a lot, he's the type to eat your food if you end up not liking it or being too full

when he gets home from missions and the initial excitement of seeing you dies down, he also dies down and nap for hours until it's the middle of the night and he gets up to eat something.

he loves naps. feels like he needs a nap time every day if it was possible

he's a very kind lover, he's easy going so its not hard that sometimes people take advantage of this and push his buttons until he can't take it anymore

causes a huge blowup because he can have a nasty temper whenever he bottles stuff up and pushes things aside

not a physical manifestation of anger, but definitely a verbal anger, will say things he doesn't really mean just to say it and realize right after the words leave his lips that he fucked up

but he'll stake out in front of the guest bedroom in which you've locked yourself in until you come out and he gets the chance to forgive you

the type to stand in the rain and hold a sign saying sorry right outside your window, a very cheesy romcom style (gaz made him watch them)

he loves you more than anything and loves you even more than you can keep up with him and laugh at his jokes, no matter how awful they are

he wants 4 kids by the way

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

Masterlist

Summary: Astarion helps Freya with her figure out the proper way to bathe as a certified adventurer.

Tw/Cw: Low spice, mouthplay, licking, partial nudity, blood mentions, fearplay.

Author's note: this is my first time writing a spicy fic, went more soft to ease into it. Give me advice if you'd like.

Wrinkled fingers scrubbed on already raw skin, it didn't matter how painful it was, Freya was desperate to get the stench of blood off her! The borrower was no stranger to getting dirty from time to time, but being covered in gore after a battle was a new experience. Every fight was followed up with a dive in the nearest body of water she could find, yet the metallic stench never quite left her. All the soap in the world couldn't mask the scent of blood that lingered on her body. A frustrated cry erupted from the tiny woman's throat, there was nothing Freya could do and her body had grown weak, maybe it was best if she gave up and accepted her new scent.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?”

Freya nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the sultry voice of Astarion nearby. Her head whipped over to the source and spotted the elf leaning against a tree. His crimson eyes glanced away from her but he didn't hide the smirk on his face, revealing that he caught a glimpse of the borrower in her undergarments. Freya hastily grabbed the rag she used as a towel and draped it over her. “Haven't you heard of privacy!”

“Apologies darling, but you were gone quite a while and Tav was worried you got swept away in the river.” Seeing that she was covered, Astarion began to stroll over to Freya, yet still kept an appropriate distance. “I've come to fetch you.”

“I was just about to finish up.” Freya sighed. “Go on ahead and let Tav know I'm alright.”

“Are you now?” He studied her for a moment, crouching down in an attempt to be more eye level with Freya. “I don't know how borrower bathing routines go but I believe screaming out like that isn’t part of it.”

Freya sighed, wrapping the rag tightly around her body. She wondered if telling Astarion would warrant sympathy or mockery, but ever since their fight with the hag, he's been… tolerable around her. His remarks have less venom and on occasion, Astarion has proven to be nice to her. Perhaps telling him wouldn't be the worst idea. “I can't… wash the stench of blood off me no matter how much I try.”

Astarion's eyes lit up with glee. “Oh so that's why you've been smelling better than usual!”

“It's not funny!” Heat rose in the blonde's cheeks. “Some of us don't wanna smell like we've been swimming in gore all day!”

“Get used to it darling!” Astarion said with a chuckle. “Cause danger loves to find us, even when we try to avoid it.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “You're so helpful right now.”

“Sorry, my dear, but I don't think any ideas I come up with would be something you'd agree to.”

“But you have ideas?” She snapped her full attention over to him. “What are they?”

Astarion only leaned back and flashed a grin, his fangs glinted in the moonlight, making Freya's heart race. Oh right, it seemed silly to forget, but lately it has been easy to forget he is a vampire. He's proven that he was more than just a bloodthirsty monster who could eat her in a single gulp. Freya perished those thoughts sometime ago, Astarion would never do that to her. She'd dare say, she could trust him with her life.

But was she willing to trust him enough to let him do whatever crazy idea he had in mind?

She parted her lips. “Your idea, it doesn't involve your fangs right?”

“Not unless you ask nicely, but I suppose that would do the opposite of what you'd like.” His red eyes were fixated on Freya, not willing to take them off of her. “I didn't think you'd want my lips all over you.”

“That's not-!” She stammered out, blood rushing to her cheeks as she glared at him. “I'm fucking desperate, okay!”

The silence was deafening, the wicked gleam in Astarion's eyes made Freya question whether she should actually go through with this idea. “Just forget it!”

“I'm only teasing, my dear.” Astarion's devilish smile lingered. “Although, if you desperately want to try this, I won't object.”

Freya caught her breath in her throat, despite their new respect for one another, she was still aware of her stance with Astarion. She was a borrower; outside of sultry jokes, he never wanted to show a glimpse of intimacy with her… not that she had a problem with that, there were better people to get acquainted with in camp.

This was just his weird way of trying to help, nothing more.

Freya took a deep breath. “I have rules… if we do this.”

“I'm all pointy ears, my dear.” While he spoke with a bounce in his step, his eyes brimmed with shock.

“You just lick- not bite- my arm, I don't want to be covered in your spit only to still smell the stench of blood on me.” Her steel gaze shot through the towering vampire. “Can you do that?”

“Just a taste, nothing more.” There was a softness in his tone, something Freya was still not used to. He laid down on his side, his piercing ruby eyes giving her an invitation to come closer. “Shall we test this theory?”

Those old instincts screamed at her to stay away, generations of fear that kept her people alive all this time and now Freya was ignoring it just because of a metallic stench that lingered on her body. Shuffling closer, Freya stuck her arm out for him; his fingers gently pinched her hand as he moved in closer. His lips parted, letting his breath wash over her. Freya only got a glimpse of his tongue before she glanced away lest her nerves get the better of her.

“Darling, you're shaking.” Astarion spoke with a voice as gentle as the night.

“You would too if you were my size.” Freya snapped back. “But I'm agreeing to this, so just do it already!”

There was no sharp quip from Astarion like Freya had expected, only the silence that lingered while the vampire decided on his next move. Perhaps Freya's nerves were enough of a reason to deter him and she would have to suffer through the stench now. But before those thoughts could settle in, a warm and wet muscle pressed itself into her skin snaking up to her elbow.

Freya had to suppress a shudder, even when his tongue retreated into his mouth, the slimey presence was still there. Freya turned back to look at Astarion, his eyes searching into hers to determine if they should keep doing this. Despite all the fears, desire ignited in her gut, begging to be fueled. She gave a soft nod and swore she saw him giving her a tender look before his tongue revisited her.

Freya decided to focus on the warmth instead, how it oddly seemed to protect her from the biting chill of the night, yet goosebumps still formed on her skin. The tip traced along the circumference of her limb, as he traveled up her wrist. Astarion's bottom lip quivered with each lick, making Freya wonder if he was resisting the urge to draw blood; it surely wouldn't take much effort to prick her skin with only the tip of his fang. A terrifying thought but Freya bit her lip at the idea. Seeing his tongue slither up her arm made her imagine how it would look if her skin was coated in blood, how much vigor would that tongue do if it had something to lap up?

Freya almost lost herself in her thoughts before Astarion's lips brushed her shoulder, one quick glance and she could see the dark cavern that was his mouth. The quick surge of fear sent her heart racing, it would be so easy to just slip into his maw and experience new types of dangers. It was so wrong to think about but all Freya could do was feel the temptation luring her in. Clarity washed over Freya and she realized this needed to end… now!

“That's enough!” Freya gasped as she yanked her arm away from the vampire's lips. She held her arm close to her chest, Ignoring the slimey presence. In labored breaths, she looked up at Astarion; he had given her space but kept his focus on her.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He tried to play it off nonchalantly but Freya could hear a slight quiver in his question.

“N-Not at all.” She took a breath, and forced a smile on her face. “It's just getting… intense for me.”

He returned her smile. “I can only imagine.”

Freya turned her attention to her arm, she was definitely going to need to spend some more time rinsing off but she did not feel the stench of blood on her skin anymore. “I think your idea worked.”

“Of course it did.” His gentle smile turned more smug. “I made sure not to leave a drop behind.”

That was surprisingly endearing enough to elicit a chuckle out of Freya. “Well… I better clean up before I head back, tell Tav I'll be up in a moment?”

“Of course, just don't go around telling them what I did for you.” He said in a mock demand. “The last thing we need is for Tav to panic over our little escapade.”

“Probably for the best.” As he stood up to head back to camp, Freya couldn't help but watch him, a heavy blush formed on her cheeks. “Oh Astarion… thank you.”

“Anytime darling.”

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We don't talk about Lucifer

Description: There was a time where you and your brother were inseparable, but everything changed when you fell. Not only was it silently agreed to never talk about him again, but many started wondering whether you will meet the same fate

Type: one-shot, songfic

Tags: angst, open angsty ending

Reader info: GN, Lucifer's sibling, a seraphim

Warnings: slight gore, murder

Song: Mirabel's villain song by Lydia the bard (can be found on YouTube)

We don't talk about Lucifer, no, no

We don't talk about Lucifer

But

Heaven is perfect, any angel would say that. It was true, with it's fluffy clouds and bright skies

Heaven is a paradise, a sacred safe place. And it was true for you, until they cast out Lucifer.

At first your reaction was denial. You just couldn't accept the reality of the situation - your brother, the biggest dreamer you've ever known, was casted out for being different. So what if he made a mistake, aren't angels supposed to be forgiving?

Whenever you actually left your home, everyone either looked at you with pity or looked away, pretending they didn't see you.

You made him walk away

He left himself or so you say

But I've heard another take

Next came the fury. Your eyes lost the once bright spark, your heart grieving, full of anger. You couldn't understand, how was his act so bad they sent him to the fiery pits of Hell for the rest of eternity? It wasn't fair! Not to him, not to the now free willed humans, not to you. They dared to separate you from your brother and expected you to just accept it? Accept as they say vile things about him, about what a disgrace he was?

Accept as they whispered: will they be the same?

You hide in your storm and close off from the rain

But don't see the damage in your wake

Still failing to accept your reality even after decades, if not centuries, after what happened, you continued trying to talk to the highest angels you could find, hoping to ease their decision. But, to no avail.

At first, they tried to let you down politely, telling you that the past can't be changed, that it was God's will, that it was your brother's fault. The more you tried to say something, the more they disapproved, ignoring you like they did Lucifer and his dreams, whispering behind your back. Tired from your constant attempts, they stopped answering. You were warned to stop trying unless you want to make a mistake.

You didn't want to fall like him, did you?

From Lucifer you turn on me

You whisper as if I don't see

The fear, the dread of what I'll be

Slowly being broken down by others' ignorance, you started to lose whatever remained of your hope. No-one grieved your brother, no-one missed his bright eyes full of dreams. Instead, they avoided talking about him as if he was the plague, infecting anyone who stood beside him. They hated talking about him, but seemed to love calling you a curse like him, a disaster waiting to happen.

No-one was going to forgive him, those so called epitomes of mercy and forgiveness, so what's the point?

But we don't talk about Lucifer, no, no

Slowly but surely, you accepted that he was never coming back. You had a lot of time to think about everything that happened. And what did you realise? You realised that heaven is full of liars, that God wasn't merciful, that the angels didn't care about anyone even slightly different from them, including you.

For years you stayed silent, afraid of falling like him. But you started getting tired of them either walking all over you or acting as if you didn't exist. Anyone would get exhausted by this constant abuse, even if they would rather die than admit it. Still, you were an angel. You were supposed to represent kindness, peace, forgiveness.

But how could you ever forgive them for their neglect?

We don't talk about Lucifer

...

Time to bring this family down

Yeah I'm the villain in your fairy tale now

If someone told you even a century ago that one day you will be a murderer, you would've laughed in their face, saying that it wasn't a holy thing to do. But pain changes people.

And here you were now, years later, standing over a fellow seraphim's body. Your hands and outfit were covered in golden blood, guess the angels weren't as untouchable as you were told. Their once bright halo was seemed to burn your hands, but it was worth it.

The sand's run out

And there's just you to blame

How's it feel to stain your family name

The pain meant you won, no-one else will underestimate you again. They won't dare, those scared chockens. You won't let them dismiss you again.

They could have easily avoided this situation if it wasn't for their ignorance. Sure, you brought shame to heaven. Yes, you will now forever be a monster in their eyes. But you will finally be free from them. Even if it meant losing your grace. Even if it meant falling.

I'll reclaim all that I've lost

See you understand what your apathy cost

It's your end of days and I'll still hear you say

We don't talk about Lucifer, no, no

"Y/N Morningstar. For your blasphemous murder of a fellow angel, you are sentenced to become a fallen angel, bound to rot in hell for the rest of eternity"

You couldn't remember the last time an angel was cast out. Standing in the middle of the meeting room, looked at with disgust like usual, you couldn't help but feel a sick satisfaction. You can finally be free. Free from the haunting whispers, free from the hateful glares.

The chains binding your hands burned you, slowly draining your powers. The emptiness that replaced your once beautiful wings felt haunting, blood dripping from your back. Ever the optimist, you still found a sense of beauty in the emptiness. Losing something so connected to your past was a price to pay for a new beginning. One could even call it poetic.

Sera ordered to open the portal to hell. You looked around you one more time, trying to memorize this moment. The faces of your once colleagues, the looks mixed with pity and disgust, the silent questions about what happened to you.

In your last moment in heaven, just before being pushed into the portal, you couldn't help but say:

"Should have talked about Lucifer"

A/N: Hi! This is my first ever songfic ever so I'd be happy to hear your feedback. I have a habit of daydreaming about fandoms and songs at the same time and thought it might be interesting to combine them. I already have another idea what to write about one of the other Lydia the bard's songs, so I'll probably post something about it in the next few days. Hope you enjoyed the angst ;)

[kiwibeanv]

DMC Boys in a Love Hotel Headcannons

! MDNI - Heavily suggestive themes

Summary: How our demon boys might react to a love hotel with you.

Dante

Most willing to try it out.

You happen to find one secluded in a street as you were hanging out with Dante.

This man will check out all the themes if he could. He'll pick out cheesy romantic ones with roses and all. Or if he's feeling adventurous, he'll pick out a strange theme like a western theme (dog, he wore them cowboy boots in DMC4).

Feel uncomfortable? No worries, he won't push you and he will go alone then come back to tell you all about it.

If you do choose to explore with him, he'll be cracking a few jokes here and there. Nothing too explicit. Maybe the beds should be high quality~

Did the room have a cabinet with naughty things? Dante will freeze and stare at it for a few seconds until his mind registers what that is. Yep...How considerate.

Checked out the TV? There are certainly some things that are best saved for a smaller screen and headphones. Dante would rather keep the TV off for now as he would rather focus on you.

Oh the mirror placement. One on the ceiling and one on the side of the bed. He could already imagine the view and his excitement grows. That's something he should take a peek at.

The glass walls and doors of the bathroom is something to make you uncomfortable at first. With little privacy but Dante is totally fine giving you the privacy if you like.

Now let's say you do take this opportunity with him~

Dante is an open guy and he will be willing to try out new things with you.

He'll rent a few costumes for some foreplay to warm up. He can also buy the extra things you wished to use.

Don't forget the amenities~ It's right there on the nightstand for your protection.

That mirror is so enticing. Just a glance and you see the reflection of the position you're in. The face he makes of determination to pleasure you when he's on top. Or the look he has that even the pillows can't hide that shows him taking it well from you. The angles are perfect!

Would you come back to this place? Oh for sure! This love hotel can certainly let you rent it for a few hours too. So if you need a quick moment to get heated, this place is always there for you. Dante is likely to return here with you more.

Vergil

Really hard to convince him to go. He doesn't want to be seen around in a place like that. The only way to get him to go is if it is a last resort. Unless you're in a relationship with him, he might lower his pride to try it out.

So let's say, you did have to book a room because it really was a last resort. This dude would not even accompany you as you get a room from the receptionist. And because you were alone, the receptionist gave you a complementary bag.

That love store you passed by to get to the elevator, as soon as Vergil realized what it was, he quickly looked away and kept his eyes glued to the floor.

Once you reached the elevator, you could feel the air was tense with him. He refused to make eye contact with you. That scowl on his face seemed like he was going to get more wrinkles. Ask him if he is all right, and he'll say he's fine. Despite those furrowed eyebrows that make it seem otherwise.

If Vergil really had to choose a room out of the selection, his first choice is the looking normal and elegant rooms. Those weird themed ones with the seashell bed, candy land wallpaper, or anything childish will make him cringe and call it "tacky."

If you dare to explore that complementary bag and show him the things, Vergil will express his disgust and scoff at it. And for fucks sake put it away! Especially if you lack the knowledge of it's other purposes, Vergil will take that paddle away from your innocent hands.

But after getting a good look at this place, this isn't so bad. A floating thought haunts his head. What if we really try it out? Perhaps under more coordinated circumstances, his mind opens up to that idea.

However, as things are, let's sleep through the night and be done. If you're really that uncomfortable, Vergil will definitely sleep in the bathtub.

Now if you really are in lady luck's hands~

Vergil will take into account about the layout and calculate what are some things he could do to make this experience a good one. The placement of the mirrors? Oh he can definitely make you look at yourself as you lay under his mercy. The amenities provided will help prevent unplanned children (unless that's your goal you discussed with him).

Toys? Maybe just a select few. Handcuffs and ropes will do, if you're so inclined~ Vergil relies on himself to give you pleasure, not these things. Though it's possible to get him to use another one when his mind is fogged with lust.

Vergil will definitely dominate you. He's in control, but he remembers what your boundaries are. Even if he let's you on top, he'll make it a fun challenge for you to please him. Remember those mirrors? He will move your chin to make you see your reflection. Look at that pretty face of yours as you take it. Make sure to glance at his face too when you can.

Would he ever come back with you here? Maybe a few more times. But Vergil likes saving the money and spend your time in a bedroom you actually own.

Nero

Nero probably doesn't even know of its existence.

He's not that oblivious. If the love shop is there, he'll know right away. Or just looking at the extra stuff provided, he'll catch on.

Just make sure Vergil doesn't know what you two are up to. Else he's going to give a long lecture and he'll forbid you two from going. But like that's going to stop Nero.

Dante could give you two a few warnings but he's actually pretty open to let Nero explore.

It could be a place he would be willing to try.

Like Vergil, he will stick with more normal rooms at first. If he ends up liking the love hotel experience, he could be more daring to try an odd theme with you.

When he's checking out the room with you, he speaks his mind. All his thoughts and opinions. Whether he likes the design, how weird those mirror placements are, or the interesting furniture that adds to the theme.

But even if he was willing to try, this love hotel is weird to him. He has trouble comprehending why people need a place like this. Isn't doing it in the bedroom all the same?

The secret vending machine with naughty things will make him red. It makes him shudder and wonder if these things are unused. (Which are. For sanitary reasons obviously. And you can't return them!) Let's forget I found that.

If you wish to spend your time intimately~

What he won't admit aloud is the glass walls in the bathroom. He actually likes that. As long you consent, he might peek as you bathe.

Things start slow with Nero. Some teasing here with lingerie you have on. Soft kisses that lead to making out and that escalates into the real action.

Nero is a switch but it really depends on your preferences. Are you more on the sub side? Nero can be top. And of course if you lean more towards dominance, Nero can certainly be bottom. Or if it really depends on your mood, Nero is flexible with it.

He will make the most of it. He'll take your preferences in consideration. Whether you really want to use handcuffs or experiment with the scenario (like using that weird furniture if the room provides it), he's here to satisfy you and himself equally.

His thoughts on coming back? Nero seems like he's neutral about it. He sees the practical use for the love hotel, should he need extra privacy. For you, he will be willing to come back.

V

He doesn't know that love hotels exist either.

V will have to take a closer look to realize what the purpose is, Griffin will point it out to him. It's for couples to do naughty business and bang, isn't the word love obvious?!

V will have to shut Griffin out of his head. This bird will run his mouth like no tomorrow. He might as well let him fly free outside the hotel so he doesn't hear him tease him about it. Even then that bird will take the time to figure out where your window is.

He is very composed about this compared to the rest. Scanning the objects. Sure he'll make a few odd faces but hey, everyone has different preferences here.

If he were to choose a room style, V would opt for classical aesthetics. Baroque, Greek or Roman styles, Gothic, or Victorian.

Going in the room, V is very curious. He will look through every nook and cranny this place offers. The odd placements of the mirrors, those extra adult things provided, and judging the overall aesthetic.

V will take a moment to read his book in the room. He will certainly read aloud interesting lines. "Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move; Silently, invisibly"

Take Griffin inside and he'll be pretty yappy about the things he finds. Hey, you thinking about using this? You should probably leave him outside and I think you both can mutually agree.

If you wish to spend the night~

V is slow and will take his time. He will whisper enticing words and recite a few lines of romantic poetry to warm you up.

Then his hands will run along yours. He makes the first move to kiss you. Things start to escalate more.

If you're open to those extra toys, he will make use of them. Whether it's on you or him.

V is willing to be either top or bottom but leaning more on the sub side. Again, this all depends on you. Let him take the reigns? Or do you want to control how it goes?

What are his thoughts on coming back? V is willing to use the love hotel again. But only if you ask.

Bonus Points:

If you were with DMC 3 Dante, he's gonna get denied access. His immaturity is going to make the receptionist suspicious. As per love hotel policy, adults only. So she will have to take a precaution and deny him entry. Even if he met the age 18 criteria...

DMC 3 Vergil could get away but honestly, he will not bother coming here. Why waste the money when you have your room? He sees no difference between a regular and a love hotel. Just keep your mouth shut and don't let neighbors hear.

DMC 4 Nero would probably be denied access too. Just looking at his 19 year old self, he still looks like he is in high school. The receptionist would kindly suggest a restaurant for you two to go.

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Should you want to have your own fun, I made them on Character AI.

Dante (For some reason it's not showing on the search).

Vergil

Nero

V (WIP)

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

Can I maybe request a yan!alphabet for duncan from total drama? I love your writing!

yes.

NOTES/WARNINGS I do not condone this shit, yanderes, yandere actions, please don't act like this, non-yan as yan image by me

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He'd do it really anyway possible. He'd try to hold your hand, tease you, call you dumb nicknames, and so on. Really, just anything that makes you react.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Hell, He'd do anything if you'd stop FUCKING IGNORING HIM!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

A little bit, of course. But he loves you, after all, he wouldn't try to actually hurt you. Not yet. Not now.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He'd keep trying to touch you, talk with you, tase you, he's trying to get you to pay attention to him! It ticks him off THAT YOU WON'T RESPOND!

LOOK AT ME!

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He won't bare much if anything of his heart. He tells some things about himself, but it tends to be small things. It's not every day he tells you something big about himself.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Pissed off. How fucking dare you even try?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not at all. He finds it funny sometimes, but that's really only on good days. Otherwise, he's hunting you like deer, taking you back home with you passed out while he carries/drags you {don't think bridal style, babes}.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

His bad days. You've been fighting him all day, hardly talking to him, walking away from his antics and such. He can't help but lash out at you, you won't even hold his DAMN hand! He'd probably hit you, scream, and tell you how it's your fault he's like this, before going to do something else. You'd have to do something he wants for him to apologize for it.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He doesn't care. He just hopes someday you'll start paying attention to him, let him hold you, and stuff like that. That's all he wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does, but not often. There's no one to be jealous of if you can't go outside.

If he you outside and got jelly, he might just kill the person that made him jealous.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's normally a bit distant, but he does his best to be nice and affectionate, even if you always fight him...

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He hardly ever talked to you before taking you away, but it was normally just you two "bumping into each other" (even if he set it up to happen)

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No. He's only a bit more violent.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Like I said, he'd hit and scream at you. But if you're unlucky, he might just break skin.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom? out the window. You can't leave unless he says so, and he's with you while you're out, anyways.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Not. At. All.

who's patience? never met them.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He thinks he can, but he never will. If you simply left, he'd continue to look for you, but if you died, he'd feel like shit.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

No one really knows. Maybe it's how his parents more or less focused on their career, or how him going to juvie didn't really get him popularity points once he got back to school. Maybe he was just born this way.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He feels horrible but doesn't know what to do, so he just leaves the room you're in until you're done.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

No.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Him being distant. It's common for him to ignore his darling if he's doing something. Just wait for him to get too caught up in something for him to notice you're looking for the key to the door.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

No lmao, but he would go to far lengths to have them to himself.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

About a few months at most. He's a bit of a needy man.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He doesn't try to, but it's most likely he will break you.

END NOTES damn sorry I took so long. anyways here's your random meme.

[moon-kitsune]

AIB PREFERENCE: JEALOUSY

ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.

Arisu:

Sort of like a lost puppy; he's jealous but doesn't know what to do about it. Will usually sit by you as if trying to remind you that he is there and the two of you are in a relationship. If he feels like your pursuer doesn't understand, then he will hesitantly explain to them that you two are together but pretty much hopes that you'll tell them off for flirting with you. Definitely asks Karube for some advice on how to deal with jealousy.

Karube:

The hot kind of jealous; he has that jaw-clenching thing down. Karube finds himself being green-eyed frequently. You're with him, and he thinks everyone should respect that but pair that with his trait of being protective, he gets jealous quite a lot. Definitely wouldn't admit to it, but plus side, he looks sexy as he fumes in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest, watching you; well, that's until he begins stalking over to you. Good luck to anyone who tries anything flirty with you.

Usagi:

Doesn't realize she's jealous at first, she gets really annoyed when people flirt with you, but it takes her a while to understand. She'll fight for you, not physically, unless they try to hurt her, then she will protect herself and you. She's the type to stay close by and scoff at your admirer's words, her eyes roll every few minutes, and you can literally hear her teeth grinding, but she gives you a wide smile and thumbs up when you catch her mid-annoyance.

Chishiya:

Honestly, Chishiya's jealousy varies. While he is completely laid back, on the other hand, when it comes to you, he isn't willing to leave things to chance. He believes he is the best choice for you and knows you'd never leave him, but he doesn't like seeing people try their luck. Straight-faced, but no one sees his clenched fists inside his jacket pockets. His sass is 10/10 if he catches your admirer alone; he doesn't want you to see him jealous. Hates when Niragi flirts with you to try and get a reaction out of him.

Kuina:

When Kuina gets jealous, she gets stuck between 'fight and insecure.' While she wants to go and roundhouse kick anyone threatening her relationship with you. She does, unfortunately, feel some sort of insecurity. She wonders if you'll fall for their jokes or looks, but then she remembers you're with her, and then her fight comes back. The type to physically defend you when needed.

Niragi:

He refuses to believe that he gets jealous. He is simply overprotective. You're his, so he's obviously just being protective of you as he glares at anyone daring enough to look in your general direction or brave enough to talk to you. Niragi is the type to take his annoyance out on you because you should have done something to stop that person from flirting with you. In his mind, you're asking for attention if you don't immediately rebuff other's advances.

Ann:

Her jealousy comes out in her emotions, her disgust for people shows clearly on her face. Treats anyone like they're a germ if she catches them flirting with you. She's not the type to get in a physical fight over it, but her sass could kill anyway. If you ask what's wrong, she'll just ignore the question and kiss you in front of the 'perpetrator' side-eyeing them during it.

Mira:

Sits silently like a pouty child, but on the inside, she's plotting murder. Mira's jealousy could be seen as the calm before the storm type. If you question her jealousy, she gives a small giggle and laughs it off, but inside, her wrath is building. She is not the type to take her jealousy out on you, but god help whoever she thinks is trying to take you from her.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Isle landmarks

Port - divided in between three crews, heavily regarded as a very unpleasant area by, well. Almost everyone else. (Important to note: this goes for every single area of the Isle.) Lives at night a lot.

Jolly Roger of Captain James Hook

Scattered Hope of Captain Harriet Hook. Comparatively safer to be around, you might find some goods "accidentally left out" if the Captain's feeling it.

Lost Revenge of Captain Uma Triskelion. Safest of the pirate ships unless you are allied to Mal or insult Uma. (...You know what, I take that back.) Also, it's a cult.

Chipp Shoppe. Firmly under the rule of Lost Revenge.

Hook's inlet. That's a fancy name for a building that port adults go to pass out in by the morning at that brings substantial money to Captain Hook. (His kids are not allowed to work there. They kept stealing from the counter more than they sold.)

Serpents prep, aka the school Captain Hook was forced to fund after dr F refused to deal with two if his children at once. They've got sea ponies and surprisingly good curriculum.

The centre. Counts as, well, semi-neutral territory?

Tremaine salon. The only actual neutral territory on the Isle. You see, if you fight by the Tremaines, you won't get your hair done. (this works because the Villains and their kids are vain as fuck and value their style over their lives. Literally.) Also, Tremaines treat most of their customers as particularly annoying cats.

Mad Maddy's Apothecary. This could count as neutral territory but Mim's are playing favourites. One rule: Do NOT make out in the Apothecary.

Rose Garden of the Queen of Hearts. Yeah no. Do not go near if you like your life.

Dragon Hall, AKA the school Dr Facilier funded for very innocent and inconspicuous reasons that have nothing to do with the other Villains owing him for babysitting their brats and molding the young minds to his picture, how dare you even suggest that.

The Arcade. Funded by Dr F too and operated mostly by his daughters. Also no ulterior motives on this one. (If little kids don't come to school, they're at Arcade. It's always good to know where the kids you're paid to keep alive are.)

Storm Hall. A mostly abandoned building slightly off-the-centre that Isle kids use for official gang meetings.

Frollo's church. Later, it's ruins. The building has suffered from entirely natural structural instability ever since the first Isle kids learned what matches are. While Frollo's alive, it's unsafe to be around if you're a girl, person of colour, or of magical heritage.

Yes, there is a problem of Frollo's being entirely too close to Dragon Hall. Dr F had it under control! Really!

The Market. Yeah. Market. With very reasonable prices that are not theft at all.

Maleficent's Bargain Castle overlooks the market and her goblins provide security for shopkeepers who are willing to pay a steep price. No one's sure why Maleficent tolerates the market so close, she hates people.

Jafar's Junk Shop. If you lost something, there's like seventy percent chance it'll end up there. I've got nothing else to add.

Gaston's Duels Without Rules, slightly off the main market. And yes. It is without rules. Do not ask about the blood under the dumpsters please.

Hell Hall. Few streets down but still close enough, you'll know by the screaming. Close enough for Cruella and her minions to get the finest fabrics whenever she wishes.

Witches Academy. Yes, it is entirely too close to the market for how flammable the stands are. However, the Mims are doing what they do best and being bitches on main.

Landmarks

The End Of The World. Steep cliff on the off-side of Auradon, favourite hang-out spot for Isle kids. Who says they hadn't spent hours there looking into the waves and contemplating life, they're lying.

The Skull Rock. On the Isle for Reasons. Y'know, a generation of kids robbed off their childhood? Magic banned off? (The Isle of the Lost is Neverland and it's your problem now.)

The Jungle. No. Do NOT. You do realise that's where all the tigers and snakes and lions and wolves dwell. Also called the Zoo by kids who like dark humour and/or have a deathwish.

The Caves. There's an entrance to Hades' cave somewhere. Do not try to find it (unless you are Celia Facilier), he's on vacation and doesn't wish to be disturbed.

Other

Castle Across the Way. Is not close to the centre or the market to be counted as such. That's because the Evil Queen refused to interact with the commoners and looked substantially scarrier than Lady Tremaine while communicating that.

The Hun camp. Do NOT attempt to find it.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They Have Sex In Public ♡

(I was thinking of drabbles but then I thought doing that many drabbles might kill me lmao so here's headcanons instead, sorry. Nikki is excluded because she's tired, she would only want to do it on her bed. Nora is excluded because our poor girl needs to be in control of the situation and doing it outside is the opposite of control.)

♡ When you pull her into the changing room and start making out with her she literally has no clue what to do, sure she really shouldn't be doing it with her mate in the changing room of a designer store you both frequent very often but at the same time you frequent it very often so the employees would likely turn a blind eye just to keep her business. She gives in but only to eating you out because if she allows you to touch her she'll be too loud and while she doesn't mind humiliating herself, she doesn't want you to have to deal with the employees staring all because your girlfriend couldn't keep her damn mouth shut. ♡

♡ Eliza is down to do it anywhere you want, or anywhere even if you don't want it, so if you initiate in public she'll be very excited that her puppy needs her enough to want to do it in public even. You probably do it at a park, she makes you get on top unless you ask for her to be on top mostly because she doesn't want a stick to poke into you whiles she's railing you and hurt you but if you want to feel the pain from that she's more than willing to oblige, she might also try to do it up against a tree, she might be short but she can definitely lift you and pin you to a tree. ♡

♡ She does it with you in a movie theater when she's taken you out on a date on a day off. She really wants to rail you to entire movie but when you pull her other for a kiss cause the movie is boring you, the seats are instantly going down and she's pounding the shit out of you, don't worry no one can see or hear what you're doing because she rented out the theater for a favor since she wanted to take you on a date but didn't want anyone to see you, sure she had to do extra work but it was worth it to be able to fuck you like this. Doesn't mean an employee doesn't walk in and get scarred for life, or at least until Kassien ends them just in case they got to see your beautiful form. ♡

♡ When you initiate in front of one of her victims she could not be more in love in that moment, this is the best day of her life, she can die happy now. She feels the need to be extra brutal with the killing just to ensure you're impressed with her as she makes out with you in between cuts and then for the grand finale she makes sure to be a bit extra rough with your body too and is extra degrading cause you just watched the life leave that persons eyes yet here you are under her moaning for more. ♡

♡ The second you even hint at wanting to knot when you return home, she orders everyone in the restaurant to evacuate, don't worry everyone will have their meals paid for and the waiters will get a generous tip but they all must leave for the next hour until she finishes ravaging you. If anyone dares to come back in before she says they can, they are getting forested because firstly they should never ever be able to see her mate, but also she needs to get her knot in so bad and if someone comes in then her darling might stop wanting to let her knot them and that would get them a very brutal punishment. ♡

[shockinglysubmissive]

The Video

Shigaraki needed some porn, and Dabi was willing to provide it, at a cost of course.

Warning: pseudo-incest (video of sibling), masturbation, degradation, unprotected sex, humiliation

Solo Shigaraki and Dabi x Karuna (OC)

Word Count: 1.3k

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @dabislittlebeaniebaby @daniidil @dabislittlemouse

Being a villain means having to go deep into the shadows. That means, no internet for months at a time.

"Come on Dabi. You brag about all the sexy videos the mystery girl sends you. Share. I need something good to beat my cock to." Shigaraki practically whines, gloved hands reaching for Dabi's phone.

"Fine. But I'm warning you. You will regret this in the end." The devious smirk on Dabi's face doesn't deter the scrawny man. Scrolling through an album of photos and videos, he finally selects his favorite. It was the longest one in the collection. "I'll show it on one condition. You aren't allowed to cum until..." His finger drag across the screen, zooming through the video. "25 minutes 46 seconds."

"Whatever. Just give me it!" Shigaraki wets his lips with his tongue, hungrily waiting for the video.

"I'm not showing you until you swear. And trust me, I'll know of you lied to me." Dabi says firmly, holding the phone away from his boss.

"Fine fine. I promise. Now give me." He snatches the phone and runs off to his room. Moving so quickly, he didn't notice Dabi appearing amused, which would have given him his first clue to be concerned.

The preview of the video shows a stomach bulging out due to Dabi's cock buried deep inside them. Unable to wait any longer, he presses play, the video loading and suddenly spread legs fill the screen.

Black lace panties cling to a torturously wet pussy. "Go on. Told ya, bitch. You're not getting my cock today unless I get to film ya. Make it entertaining. You owe me for being a fucking brat." Dabi's voice growls from behind the camera. Eerily familiar manicured hands creep into the frame and slide the sticky panties off.

Shigaraki fights to take his belt and pants off with one hand, the other tightly gripping the phone, not wanting to miss a second of the twitching pussy showing on the screen. Growing frustrated with how long it is taking, he raises a gloved hand to his mouth, biting a finger to remove his hand from inside. With his lower clothing now nothing more than dust, he grips the base of his cock.

Turning his attention fully to the video, a grin spreads across his face as a dildo, too large for her tight hole, appears. Broken sobs, not even close to forming words fill his ears as inch by inch, the toy is sucked into her needy cunt. Only half of the toy was filling her, but babbles of "too much" and "gonna cum" are repeated over and over again.

"That thing is no bigger than me. Come on. You can take more." Shifting into frame slightly, a fully clothed Dabi leans over, gripping the suction cupped end of the toy, twisting and pumping it slowly. Heavenly whines, and desperate pleas to cum fall on Dabi's deaf ears. Ending his slow torture, he gives the toy one sharp thrust before burying it deep inside her. "Don't you dare fucking cum. I'll fucking cover your entire body with scorching hot cum if you even think about it. Now entertain me."

Shigaraki's eyes focus on the way her body tries to push the toy out, Dabi backing away to leave the frame again. Timing the jerk of his wrist with the shaky thrusts of the toy, he already feels himself nearing his release. Not wanting this to end, his fingers wrap tightly around his base. Feeling safe to release himself, he moves his hand down to roll his heavy balls.

His fingers massage his balls while the video plays, broken sobs ringing in his ears as she loses track of how long she's been fucking herself without release. Her legs started shaking minutes ago, and sweat glistened on her body before Dabi gave in.

"You want to cum bitch? Yeah, bet you do. But your only allowed to cum on my cock. So drop the toy." The sound of his belt being tossed aside is the only sound as her shaking hands toss the toy next to her on the bed, showing her puffy lips and clenching pussy. 

The camera moves, showing her full body, minus the fucked out face Shigaraki was desperate to see. Heavy breast bounce with each panting breath as Dabi settles himself between her legs. To his slight disbelief, Dabi hadn't been lying when he said the toy was about the same size as him. The biggest difference between the two were the lines of metal balls on each side of his shaft where his piercings were. 

The manicured hands trail gently over her chest, swirling mesmerizingly around the pert nipples. Shigaraki's mouth waters as he imaged how soft the skin would feel between his teeth, how pretty her pale skin would look with his teeth marks scattered around it. 

On the lower part of the video, the head of Dabi's cock disappears, a groan leaving his lips at what Shigaraki could only imagine was the softest walls pulling him deeper. A scarred hand grips one of her plush thighs as he bullies himself deeper, until every inch is nestled deep inside her. Judging by the way she squirms, the tip was pushing painfully against her cervix. 

"This must be where the thumbnail of the video came from…" Shigaraki thinks out loud, seeing the familiar stomach bulging once again. 

"I can feel you spasming. Don't fucking cum. You only cum when my seed is in your womb." Dabi growls, the hand previously on her thigh now gently smacking her clit. He gives no time for a response before fucking her the way her messy hole deserves. 

Covering the part of the video where Dabi was visible, Shigaraki fisted his cock in time with the wet slaps of skin, imagining he was the one causing the girl to fall apart and beg. He wanted to be the one who she was begging to fill with cum, not the burnt villain currently in that spot. He was getting dangerously close to the edge again, checking the time. 25 minutes 2 seconds. Just a bit longer and he will be able to cum. 

Dabi's thrusts became sloppy and rushed, the perfect cunt below him too irresistible to not breed. Smoke rises from his fingers, which had found their way back to her thighs. Shigaraki ignores the deep grunts as Dabi cums, choosing to focus on the soft whimpers as the girl realizes she's going to be allowed to cum now. 

The smoking fingers press against her clit, slowly teasing it just enough to push her over the edge. 25 minutes 43 seconds. Shigaraki pumps his cock faster hearing her riding out her high, coating his hand with his own cum. The camera pans up to the fucked out face of Karuna. Her black and blue hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head. 

A disgusted wail leaves his lips as he throws the phone to the foot of his bed. From behind the door, a deep laugh can be heard. Dabi walks in an grabs his phone from the bottom of the bed. 

"Thanks for that boss. Been needing a good laugh for a while. Now, I'm gonna go show this to your sister while I make her beg for my cock again." Waving the phone, Shigaraki finally notices the small red light indicating he had been filming himself the entire time. 

"Have any videos of her sucking dick? With all the shit she talks, bet you've fucked her face a few times. She look good covered in your cum?" Shigaraki asks. 

"You're a real pervert, boss. I'll send you the pictures later." Dabi winks before leaving the room to make Karuna deal with the throbbing erection he's been sporting since Shigaraki took his phone. 

[70svampyr]

Wednesday Addams Relationship! Headcanons

something something watched the new trending Wednesday show and enjoyed it something something now is trying to be normal as possible about it blah blah blah, enjoy.

WARNINGS: none really besides mentions of blood, this is pretty pg-13 so you shouldn't have to worry about anything super uncomfortable I believe. 2k+ words.

the burning urge to write Wednesday Addam hc's got too feisty for my taste and I decided to finally do something about it. that is; succumb to the hot desire while I throw ice-cold water into the pit of fire (or in other words: write it down.)

so I present, the one and only Wednesday Addams in a relationship (what I believe). headcanon template credit belongs to writingraven!

Wednesday is not one for physical touch or any means of skin-to-skin contact, and we all should know that. Her partner is no exception, let me lay that down. She cares for them in a much more subtle and brooding way and treasures them with all of her gloaming, deceptive heart. (not that she'll ever admit to that.) However, even with all those factors and the fact she would never allow a finger to touch them, physical contact is simply a no-go for her. With all of that being said, whenever her partner requires comfort (hugs, hand holds, pat on the backs, etc), within her, the best she can give them is a few half-assed reassuring words (I can't see Wednesday being good at solacing i'm sorry) and a threat towards whoever dared to break their pretty heart and shed the tears out beneath their eyes. "The only one who is allowed to make you cry is me." And don't try to brush her threats off as a play of her merely being protective and angry at the moment, she WILL follow through with them. Whether they like it or not.

Celebrations are a whimsy thing to Wednesday and overall unimportant. She simply does not care for them and refuses to put any effort into them. Whether it be her birthday, Christmas, or Easter. The only holiday she'll be willing to put some grind into is Dia de los Muertos, in fact, that's probably the only holiday Wednesday truly enjoys. Yet, when it comes to her partner, celebrations may be one of the few exceptions dealing with her beloved she has. Don't get too eager though, this girl is not one for going big unless it deals with death in any way. Expect something small from her, most of the time a gift wrapped neatly with gothic packaging paper, (usually it's something morbid), other times it perhaps may be something dished out from Tyler, like a sweet treat her partner greatly enjoys, or their favorite coffee. Whatever the case may be, Wednesday's partner's birthday is the only celebration she's keen to take part in, second to Dia de los Muertos.

Now we all know (or should) that Wednesday Addams is NOT a happy-go-lucky girl. She's brooding, morbid, selfish in a few ways and a maniac for torturing. She is the embodiment of a black cat. When it comes to her partner and words of affirmation, Wednesday is lost in a maze that seems to never end. Cheering her partner up is like a serial killer attempting to cheer up one of their victims. Absolutely horrible (if you can imagine it), and practically no progress gets done. These encounters occasionally end up with brief arguments; her partner becomes irritated with Wednesday's lousy attempts, and Wednesday is just so lost─and she is NEVER lost─that her own uncertainty drives her mad and that outrage eventually lashes out at them. Basically, it's best to just go to someone else, like Enid, for instance, if they need some cheering up.

Wednesday has noted this particular topic once and she will note into it again; she does not want children. At all. She does not wish for a wailing infant in the wee hours of the night and demanding things that they'll eventually learn to do themselves anyway once they grow older. So if her partner touches upon the idea (whenever they get older, obviously), at any time, any hour, she will turn it down immediately. No room for discussion. Wednesday is the type of person who once they make up their mind, it's practically impossible to water it down. Even with some credible persuasion, she will not listen to you.

When it comes to Wednesday and compliments, she prefers to do it in a much more muted way. When I say 'muted' I mean rude. She doesn't mean for them to come out in such a bitchy manner, but occasionally her compliments end up in tears. An example: Say her partner walks in with something bright, neon colors, poofy, extravagant, essentially looking like something from Enid's wardrobe. It's an understatement to say Wednesday is appalled merely at the sight. However, let's say there's a particular aspect of the outfit that catches her eye, and it's fairly pleasing to her. Out of instinct, she'll make a comment regarding it. "You look like a unicorn threw up all of its remains on you, and that's the only pretty thing you get out of it." with this, she'll be pointing towards the said object. Wednesday means well, but she sucks at any form of complementary.

From the very beginning of the relationship, Wednesday WAS the first to confess, contrary to popular belief. But the confession was not by any means sweet, or even straight up. Rather, she gave small hints within a minor speech to her partner, almost like her confession to returning Tyler's feelings. Her partner has to connect the dots to even understand what Wednesday is initiating. Regardless, even though Wednesday appeared with her feelings first, and she's officially in a relationship, the next thing that's gonna happen is her walking right past them (her partner) and commanding them to follow. Best they do.

Cuddling is a sign of physical affection, and I've stated earlier that Wednesday does NOT relish skin-to-skin contact. So with that being said, don't ever expect cuddling sessions with this Addam girl. She will push her partner away, curl up at the very end of the mattress, and refuse to make eye contact. However...If her partner ends up begging for some style of substitute for nestling, (I'm talking hands and knees on the ground, head bowed before her, and maybe add in some fake sobbing for dramatic effect), Wednesday MIGHT feel some remorse for them, and she must make her partner happy and comfortable...by her own means. This ends up with what they like to call; "Catapillar Time". If you thought about how much Wednesday would despise that name, you're correct. She absolutely loathes the term. Forbids saying it, and is on a roll of cutting her partner off every time they're about to speak out about it. Anyway, "Catapillar Time" is a simple style of cuddling that does not require any physical touch. Rules: You and your partner curl up close together, both of you are supposed to be bundled up in a blanket head-to-toe, (imagine that one bts photo of Wednesday where Jenna is in a cacoon of a blanket), and for the sake of her partner, they face each other with a dorky grin on their face. It's not that pleasurable for Wednesday, but it's most certainly better than actual cuddling, and sometimes, god forbid she'll ever admit this, she finds herself enjoying the part-time, just spending wholesome moments with her beloved.

Dancing is frankly considered in my headcanon a way of Wednesday showing her love and gratitude to her partner. Whenever they have these moments, Wednesday is at her happiest concerning her significant other. The picture of them just moving their feet to the rhythm of the music brings a miniature smile to her face. In fact, they tend to have a certain 'tradition' when it comes to dancing together. Wednesday worships doing any sort of Latin dance with her partner, whether it be Salsa, Bachata, or Merengue. This, bewitchingly, is one of the ONLY times Wednesday will permit bodily contact to crawl upon her. Nevertheless, merely the sight of her darling dancing will never fail to be one of her favorites.

Wednesday and dates are a hard thing to combine and put together. It's every once in a full moon that her partner gets to set out some kind of picnic for them to enjoy and be alone. It's not like Wednesday purposely goes out of her way to put together dates as little as possible, it's just not something she can do a lot of the time. This girl is busy with multiple segments; her parents coddling her every second of the day, school being its usual bitchy self, (not to mention Principal Weems always leering over her shoulder), and the entirety of the murder mystery case she holds heavy in her hands. So best bet whenever she ultimately attains some free time to hang out with her significant other in a romantic circumstance, all of her looks forward to it (she will never admit that.)

Kisses are a discreet subject concerning Wednesday and relationships. Her partner has to carry ALL of her syndicate, and that includes her very dignity has to weigh heavy in their palms without dropping it, or else they can wave her goodbye (if they still have a hand that is). Kisses are a form of physical affection; physical affection is usually a no-go for Wednesday, and her beloved is no aberration. She has to be fully committed to the relationship, it has to have already gone a long way, and she's checked off all of her trials of trust with her partner as successful to even consider kissing. Don't worry, however, it does happen eventually, and Wednesday finds herself enjoying it a little more than she envisioned. They don't become a regular thing from here on out, but they do become more recurring as time passes by and carriages of faith get heavier. The first kiss with her partner is soft, admit a bit awkward, but the delicacy of it all hides that away and all they could sense were their hearts aligning and perhaps the stars in their eyes as well.

Wednesday never, ever outwardly says the words; "I love you". She prefers to display her love and care toward her significant other in additional ways; whether it be accomplishing a small chore for them, making them something that they usually enjoy, or remote pecks to the lips and/or cheeks (although she claims to resent them, she secretly relishes in them). Any time her partner says the three phrases to her, she outwardly cringes, but deep inside, a warm fuzzy sensation of bubbles pops up to the surface and causes her to feel all flustered. Bonus: Every time they whisper the words to her in her ear her cheeks flush a bright pink. She can't help it, it's cute.

Flirting is a kind of a weird subject for Wednesday. She has no shame for it, and relatively enjoys it occasionally, but her style of flirting is odd and can come out as off-putting at best. Comparing her partner to society seen as "macabre" things, like blood for instance. Her significant other will come out in a plaid of red, and she'll say something like; "You remind me of the blood that trickles down a sharp, glistening knife that I would with no hesitation lick up." Cue Enid or Ajax tumbling into the room as she says that and they'll have the most concerning expressions painted on their exterior, and her darling is so used to Wednesday's abnormal flirting tactics that they just laugh and accept it with a smile. It's humorous, really.

I'd like to think Wednesday has two love languages: Acts of Service and Quality Time. This girl doesn't really know the best ways to muster up the words "I love you", and despises being touched, as we've already established. Yet, she doesn't mind doing things for her beloved as a way to get her feelings within reach. If her partner asked her if she could do the dishes for the night, (politely), she would with no reluctance because one; it's not that tedious of a task and she frankly doesn't mind, and two; nearly anything for her darling if it doesn't bother her in a way. Spending time with the people she cares about is always something she'll never admit to taking satisfaction in because...she's Wednesday Addams. However, with her significant other? She won't say it, but it's DEFINITELY blatant she pushes her best to carve out as much time with them as possible and show her deep but subtle love.

Wednesday loves, loves, loves, loves giving her partner written-out love letters. Especially making them resemble ancient love letters from ages ago, I'm talking 17th-century old looking. Crumpled up, burnt-off edges, and coffee stains to get the brown coloring. It's fun for her, and surprisingly too since it has nothing to do with anything dark-like. She, being an author, makes some of the most poetic-sounding letters ever and her beloved cherishes every single one of them that she gives. Frequently she even writes them out as authentic poems; poetry is very much Wednesday's forte, it's one of her favorite forms of penmanship in my headcanon.

Lastly, PDA. You're funny if you believe Wednesday would ever indulge in show-casing her love towards her partner in public. I mean, what's the point? Why should she feel obligated to let everyone know who her other half belongs to? Her relationship should not be forced out into the open for everyone's intruding gazes to see. Who would even care, to be honest? If she were in their shoes she wouldn't give a damn about who's kissing who. If anything, she'll make a sharp disgusted look before walking away and minding her own business. The very thought of PDA brings shivers to run down her spine, and not in a good way either. It only brings her mind to her parents and how much they ravage in it and her whole idea to be nothing like them (besides getting into a relationship, she's already failed that...) just fuels her to never, ever take part in it. Hope that her partner doesn't care about PDA and such, cause Wednesday Addams is not gonna be persuaded into this one.

welp. this finally got finished. meant to complete it in a span of 2-3 days but motivation just has not been kicking lately. I wrote this honestly to just kinda post more of my writing as I'm currently working on another project (spoiler alert: it's black christmas related.) and it's taking... awhile. so, I hope you enjoyed this, and uhh yeah. -cora

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Tokyo Debunker Match-up: Tasnim

Ahhhh, I'm sorry this took so long! I was having a week long mental breakdown over classes and then needed a day to recover a bit. c': But!! I really loved the one you did for me so I hope this makes up for the wait! Also, you wrote from the character's perspective so I responded the same way. Hope that's fine! @ithseem @courtofmatchups

Request:

Hey! I run the Court of Matchups blog. This is my main. I'm down to do a trade. Are you willing to do a Tokyo Debunker matchup for an OC? Her name is Tasnim. I'm gonna write this as if she's the one speaking so you can better grasp how they speak, for all intents and purposes, so... Here you go.

Appearance: I am a bisexual South Asian demigirl (she/they pronouns) with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into a low braid because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of loose hair on the back of my neck. I also wear glasses. I am 160 cm tall and pretty scrawny. My favourite colours are pink and orange, and I present myself very feminine, but I do like to dabble in other aesthetics too.

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time (I have gotten better tho). I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold). Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in a low braid because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk)

Here's the design:

I would match you with: Luca Errant☆

Luca is someone who can really appreciate your disposition, mostly because he's the same way. He's also a very family oriented person, so I think he would try really hard to mesh well with yours, especially if you spend a lot of time with them. He might make himself a little anxious trying to make sure they like him, so please give him a pep talk and maybe some advise.

I also think that he would find the whole scatterbrained thing very cute! Luca sees you as someone on the exact same level as him, like a partner. So, when he finds an opportunity to be the one to support you, he jumps at it. If you mention having plans, he writes it down and reminds you later. If you're cooking, he'll try to inconspicuously position himself close enough to react if you turn away and it starts to burn. (he cannot cook, though, so that's probably as far as that goes.) He wants to be everything you need, but he's very good about not overdoing it or overstepping boundaries.

Luca is very much an acts of service and quality time man when it comes to relationships, so there's not a chance in hell that you'd ever be forced into the therapist friend role. He'll probably have a problem with others treating you like that, as well. And unfortunately, Luca definitely doesn't shy away from confrontation when he sees if weighing on you. In the moments where the both of you are going through something tough behind closed doors, you'd be able the comfort the other in a way that doesn't leave either of you to take the brunt of the emotions.

Ask him to braid your hair for you! Please! I don't think he knows how initially, but he absolutely starts learning for you the minute you ask him about it. It's a small act that he can do for you, and it almost feels like he can braid in all of his affection and good will, which I think would make him feel better when he can't be around you for a while. He also keeps one of your hair ties on his wrist, just in case.

Also, how ironic is it that you're obsessed with unabridged fairy tales and then end up with the most Disney Prince lookin' ass in the whole franchise? He loves that you like telling him about your favorite things, and he'd get a lot of comfort just from listening to you ramble about it, even if it's the bloody and disturbing topic of unabridged fairy tales. All-in-all, I think this would be a really happy pair!