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blu3-ja3 · 3 months ago

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TIME TO MEET JUSTIN'S OC! ENJOY!

Roach has been doing well with raising Ripley, a 7 months old Border Collie mix breed. O'Connor found the mutt when she was only a few weeks old out in the rain near the entrance to the base. As soon as O'Connor walked into the rec room holding the little bundle in her arms Roach was attached to her hip. He followed every direction Doc gave to him until she was certain the puppy was healthy and warmed. No one had ever seen Roach so quiet, even when the sergeant had a rough day and chose to be mute, his hands would be flying, signing constantly in BSL. The boy was constantly moving, impossible to pin down.

O'Connor took the chance and gave Roach the small pup, instructing him how to care for the little one. And he did just that, there were weeks where Roach would walk around with a hoodie on backwards just so that little Ripley would be warm and close to the boy. And when Roach was sent on a mission he vetted every single private on base at the time, to make sure they were capable of watching his dog while he was gone. He somehow managed to convince Ghost to help him intimate the chosen private.

Soap was initially hesitant, the Scottish man didn't like dogs even if it was just a puppy. But Ripley managed to wiggle her way into Soap's heart. Gaz loves playing fetch with the pup once she was old enough to understand. Ghost on a few occasions was caught baby talking to the small dog and playful tapping the pup with his boot. O'Connor was happy that Roach has someone who has just as much energy as he did. She learned rather quickly a tired Roach was a safe Roach, the boy was much less likely to hurt himself if he was napping. Price was more than happy to allow Ripley to stay on base with Roach, she was wonderful for morale.

There was one small problem, the pup was growing up. Ripley wasn't formally trained and had no certification for Price to keep records of. So he and O'Connor got together and searched for someone to help Roach train Ripley. Price asked Laswell if she has any recommendations for either a K9 unit trainer, O'Connor was looking for a therapeutic animal specialist. Eventually both were found. They approached Roach and asked which he'd like for Ripley. It took Roach two days to ask for the therapy specialist.

'I don't want Rip to be hurt out on the field, I don't think it'd go well for anyone.' Roach signed to O'Connor and Price. A week later O'Conner introduced Samuel Gibson, the gentleman who'd be training Ripley.

Samuel was roughly the same age as Soap, and about the same height if a little short (5'4"). He had warm brown skin and tattoos from his neck down his arms and further, his right leg was a prosthetic. Sam had long curly black hair and bushie brows. He had deep chocolate brown eyes and a strong angular nose. He had a large swath of well kept stubble that framed his broad lips well. He had several ear piercings and a septum piercing. And Roach definitely didn't notice the tongue piercing that he caught glimpses of when Samuel spoke.

Soap and Gaz were quick to joke with Roach regarding his crush on the Australian man. Never directly around Sam because they're gentle men and would never throw their friend under the bus.

Roach's crush was evident to all who watched the pair work together with Ripley. The way Roach would just stare at Sam, how he blushes every time their hands would touch, how he'd stop everything he was doing to pay close attention to everything Sam said. Roach was generally a happy fellow but with Sam around it was almost like looking at the sun how brightly the boy beamed.

It helped that Ripley took to Sam's training wonderful. She was quick to learn and obey new every command Sam gave her.

It was only 2 months into Ripley's 2 years of training when Roach came to the team asking for advice. Gaz and Price were in a relationship currently and though Soap and Ghost had yet to make anything official it was a not so well kept secret amongst the 141. Roach was worried though, Sam is a civilian and it's very difficult to maintain a relationship as a soldier even with another soldier. They've all heard horror stories about soldiers coming home to partners who've cheated or just straight abandoned them. O'Connor was a very good example of such horror stories.

"Do you trust him?" O'Connor was the first to say anything after Roach ranted to them.

'Yes, he's sweet and kind, Rip loves him, you all seem to get along well with him... He makes me feel so bright !' Roach was squeaking while signing a slight blush peaking out from under his mask. 'He's learning BSL so he can teach Ripley to respond to them! He's wonderful but what if he doesn't swing that way?'

"You'll never know unless you ask Bug, be honest and open. And Roach, no matter what happens we're here for you." O'Connor smiles as the boy nods.

A few days later Roach approaches Sam with a small origami flower that Soap helped him make. The team was at a distance watching from different hiding places, Ghost had disappeared the closest to the duo but no one could find him. They watched as Roach spoke gesturing wildly with one hand, he left still behind his back. Once he was finished speaking he pulled the little oragmi flower from behind his back. Sam's hands gently took the flower before taking Roach's hand.

Everyone dispersed after that leaving them to have a more private moment once satisfied that nothing would happen to their boy. Roach would eventually rope everyone into helping him set up a date on base. But as a surprise to Roach the team set up an evening out on the town.

O'Connor sat up dinner reservations at a local restaurant, giving her bank information so they could order what they please. Soap sat up an evening stroll through the local botany and aviary house after hours. Price approved the full day off and gave Gaz his card to take Roach to get a new outfit to wear for the evenings out. Ghost was their escort for the night (he was the only one Price trusted with his car).

Roach hugged all of them once he met back up with them at a local pub after the date, Sam hanging on his arm when they first entered. The two kept the night going by drinking and chatting in the back booth.

After Ripley is officially certified as a therapy dog, the 141 still sees Sam. At events where civilians are allowed on base like birthdays, holidays, and visitation day. When Price lets them go off base Sam appears with his little Corgi; Boogs, so their dogs can play together while they go out to whatever date they're on. Anytime the 141 has to leave for missions Ripley went to Sam's care.

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years ago

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🧚🏾‍♂️~ hello, everyone! i am so so sorry for not writing anything at all and leaving you all for so long. i am back now, though- i promise!! please enjoy these brief Agni black butler headcanons in the meantime, while i try and get back into writing longer fics. also, announcement- i now write for across the spider-verse! check my masterlist (pinned)?for some more info :)) i love you all and thanks for your support, it means the world even if im not the most deserving of it. enjoy agni lovers <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ fem!reader, slight nsfw ��ྂ

𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦! <𝟑𝟑

not gonna lie, you definitely caught him off guard. normally he’s the one pampering other people and helping them to feel loved and welcomed- not the other way around.

a little while after you two got together, agni returned home with some injuries to his arms. he was just going to tend to it himself at some point- he didn’t think you’d offer to help him at all. but agni tells you that he’s fine and can take care of it himself- and is again surprised when you just clean up his wounds and bandage his arms anyway, taking great care to rewrap his sacred right hand. he makes sure to thank you profusely and say that he owes you, but agni tells you to not do it again because he can tend it his own injuries, and besides, he wants to be the one doing things like that for you, not the other way around.

he insists over and over again that you don’t need to do anything for him- you make him food and help him out of his work clothes when he’s tired, come to him with breakfast in the morning (somehow always waking up before him just to do this even though agni wakes up criminally early every day), help him get ready in the morning by doing his hair and running a bath for him, etc.

agni feels guilty often whenever you do stuff for him because he fees like he doesn’t deserve it. there was a time in his life where he was greedy and selfish and he still thinks of that often. he doesn’t want there to be a single moment where he isn’t doing something to help someone else. that’s really one of the main reasons he doesn’t like you pampering him so much.

agni has definitely tried to physically stop you from pampering him all the time. like imagine you’re trying to take off his coat for him after work and hang it up for him, and he literally has your wrists in his hands, pushing you away from him (without trying to harm you of course) while insisting that he can do it himself and you’ve had a long day too so you don’t need to do anything for him. these types of disagreements can honestly go on for ages😭

sometimes the two of you will even find yourselves subconsciously competing for who can make the other feel most loved and cared for. none of you ever win or lose- you’re both too stubborn and persistent.

“would you like me to fix your dinner plate for you, agni?”

“ah, i could not allow you to do that for me, my lady. but please, allow me to assist you with the cleaning of the kitchen.”

“oh, don’t worry, i can take care of it myself. but i can help you clean upstairs if you’d like.”

“while i appreciate your kindness, i am able to handle that myself. and i will add downstairs to that list as well, if you do not mind.”

it’s way more passive aggressive in person but also sickeningly sweet.

the only thing agni will let you do without a fight to pamper him is play with his hair while you’re both in bed about to go to sleep. he finds it therapeutic and relaxing.

even though agni does not want to let you dote on him so much, he makes sure to thank you just like you deserve later. he provides you with twice the amount of love and pleasure that you provided him during the day- although not quite in the same way💚

#agni headcanons #anime #black butler imagines #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji headcanons #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji imagines #agni x reader #reader x agni #you x agni #agni x you #agni x female reader #black butler memes #black butler fic

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justoneofthoseghosts · 1 year ago

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He doesn’t know what makes him do it. Maybe it was the incredibly long shift he just had or maybe it was because he found one of her sweaters in the washing machine, the blue one she once wore when she accompanied him to Med.

Or maybe it was simply because he was missing her really, really bad that night and he couldn’t call to tell her that.

So he does the next best thing and takes out the notepad. He begins to write and it just all flows out - how he wished things were different, how he hoped that their stars would in fact align one day, how he wanted her to be happy always.

He tells her that he doesn’t blame her for breaking it off. He did move away after all and even with all the reassurances that nothing would change, they did. A lot of distance would do that.

It becomes a regular occurrence.

He writes her a letter on random occasions - sleepless nights on shift worrying about the next summer wildfire, moments stolen while fishing with Ben and Griffin wishing she could be there, early mornings reminiscing about sunshine and endless laughter.

It was like what he used to do during the start of their long distance relationship but instead of mailing the letters, he tucks them away in the same drawer he keeps the ring he bought a year ago.

Somehow, it brings him some comfort and maybe a tiny bit of peace too.

Little did he know, 2,000 miles ago, Sylvie was doing the exact same thing.

Well, she didn’t have a diamond ring in her drawer nor did she keep her letters in a drawer. She placed them in the same box as his things that she never mailed back to him.

It starts out a week after they broke up. It’s therapeutic and maybe healing too. She tells him things she hasn’t told him in person or over the phone - how months she spent in Portland were great but how it was never ever permanent, a glimpse of a future that wasn’t real. She continues pouring her heart on a piece of paper time and time again - tired after a double shift, the night of her first date with a new guy, when he flew into Chicago like a hurricane leaving her confused and bewildered, the day after Julia was born.

It becomes easy - like talking to a friend who simply listened.

Matt mostly forgets about the letters until one night on Sylvie’s couch. Julia was asleep in the bedroom and Sylvie begins asking him to tell her about everything she had missed while they were apart. The TV was on in the background and they were half way through a bottle of red wine, a celebration of sorts since Julia started sleeping through the night. It had only been a week since Matt came home. They were both still trying to figure out this new family dynamic.

He opens his mouth but remembers the letters he brought back from Portland, safely tucked in his suitcase. He asks Sylvie for a moment and walks into the bedroom. He comes back a few minutes later carrying with him fat stack of envelopes. When Sylvie asks what they were, he shrugs, stating they were letters to her, ones he wrote after they had broken up.

She gasps before making her own way into the bedroom, leaving Matt slightly confused. When she returns, he lets out a startled bit of laughter. In her hands was her own fat stack of envelopes.

She jokes about how great minds thought alike.

They exchange envelopes and she retreats into the bedroom. He takes it as his cue to begin reading so he gets comfortable on the couch. opening the first envelope and unfolding the letter, smiling at Sylvie’s neat, even handwriting.

She finds him some thirty minutes later, eyes slightly teary. He’s gotten through around seven of her letters by that point. She sits next to him and he draws her closer as she rests her head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around her.

She whispers how she just read the letter he wrote after his visit. He vaguely remembers it as the one where he confessed about his lie - that he wasn’t actually dating anyone new because deep down, he still loved her very much. Coincidentally, he had just read how difficult it had been for her to move on even if she was the one who made the choice - how much she agonized about the idea of going on a date with someone new, someone who wasn’t him.

“I want to tell you everything from now on,” she says.

Something hangs in the air between them, as if she was saying that she wished she had done that in the first place - maybe they never would have fell apart in the first place.

“Me too,” he agrees, kissing the top of her head, “you’re stuck with me for life, Sylvie Brett.”

She smiles, glancing down at her left hand, the diamond gleaming in the dim light of the room. She interlaces her fingers with his.

“No one I would rather be stuck with.”

They were here now - another chance to try, to another opportunity to grow stronger together and he wasn’t ever going to let that go.

Neither was she.

A/N: hi, it’s me. Just a little short something that’s been occupying my brain so I decided to just write it out. Haven’t written in months and I’m still a (semi) retired fic author but probs needed to celebrate Brettsey again before I jump back into the riveting world of excel spreadsheets hehe. Catch you later! 🩵

#brettsey #crawling back into may cave now #see y'all in 2024 maybe <3

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katwritesshit · 10 months ago

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angstpril '24 day 7 — bad dreams

Summary : no summary today. too tired.

Word Count : 586 (this did NOT feel like 586. i feel like an ancient greek who just spent a year carving out a single sentence in a stone tablet.)

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Angelus was no stranger to bad dreams. Every so often, he would wake up covered in sweat and panting like a dog. It was a little embarrassing at best, but made him burn with shame that his friends saw him so weak at the worst.

He knew his friends had nightmares too. Yoshie would wake up crying and come curl up beside him some nights. Romaia had nights she wouldn't sleep just to avoid her dreams. Izz was more open about their dreams, talking to Angelus about them was therapeutic for them both. Cass never talked about nightmares, but Angelus had woken up to her in his bed more times than he could count.

He never judged his friends for these nights. If anything, they made him admire them more: how they carried on despite everything they'd been through and how it continued to affect them.

Tonight was turning out to be ‘one of those nights’.

Angelus woke up from yet another nightmare, the third one this week, and Cass was lying face down with her arm slung over his chest. The weight helped Angelus ground himself and soon he was drifting back to sleep.

“Angel?” A soft voice echoed throughout the room. Thessalia.

“Mhm… What's up Thessie?” He mumbled, not wanting to wake up Cass or the others.

She paused. Angelus fought to keep his eyes open as she spoke.

“I… I had a nightmare. Could I, um, sleep here tonight?”

Angelus lifted his head to examine the length of his sleeping bag. With him and Cass in it, it was already pretty cramped.

“You're too tall.” He explained. “Won't fit.”

Thessalia made an offended noise and pointed to the ground beside her. Angelus tilted his head to the side and saw she had drug her own sleeping bag there.

“Oh. That makes more sense.” He said. “Of course, just be quiet.”

Thessalia smiled (or it looked like she did, it was too dark to tell), and Angelus fell back asleep quickly.

He was woken back up by a soft paw slapping his face. When he opened his eyes, Yoshie was crouched by his head, paw raised to give him another soft bap. Her pupils widened comically when he smiled at her.

“Why are you awake?” She asked.

“You hit me.”

She hummed and Angelus noticed there were tear tracks streaming down her cheeks. He reached up and stroked her hair a few times before patting the space between himself and Thessalia.

Yoshie smiled softly and curled up beside his head. Angelus checked that Cass was still asleep and rolled on to his side, ready to get back to bed. Instead, he was met with Cithrel setting up his sleeping bag.

“Nightmare?”

Cithrel didn't reply, but his movements slowed a little as he settled into the sleeping bag.

Angelus sighed. It wasn't that he minded his friends slowly forming a massive cuddle pile, it was that he was going to end up on the bottom of it.

Slowly, throughout the night, Rona, Izz, and Romaia all ended up joining the pile. Rona curled up near Yoshie. Izz somehow managed to squeeze in with Cithrel. Romaia was sprawled out beside Thessalia.

Angelus was hit with the realization that his friends didn't see him as weak for having nightmares. No matter how much he thought it was true, the proof was right there. When they were at their most vulnerable, their weakest, they came to him.

So maybe it was okay for him to go to them.

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End Notes : ending fell off sorry (seriously what is that last line) i was legit struggling to keep my eyes open

these r my dungeon meshi/dnd ocs except i know literally nothing about dnd and barely anything about dunmeshi sooooo yeahhhhh

#angstpril2024 #☆ dunmeshi ocs 🍖#original work #day 7 #bad dreams

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maegan-internship-journalingling · 1 year ago

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A Day in the life of an SSO Librarian ✨

Score Prep Version

My role as an Orchestra Librarian is essentially the backbone of the Orchestra. Score preparation is what we do mainly, for upcoming concerts in either Victoria Concert Hall or Esplanade Concert Hall. We prepare full scores for Conductors and score parts for respective musicians.

Let's see how it's like! 🫣

〖 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Taping Scores 〗

Taping scores sounds like a chore, doesn't it? But for me, it feels therapeutic 😌

We use a special tape, ordered from Japan, to tape pages into a score part. It should somehow look like and be able to flip pages like a book, instead of taping in a way such that the score opens out into a long "snake". This seems extremely easy right? NO! It's not!! There is technique involved and should not take too long to finish taping a set of score parts.

How to be fast and presentable? Here are the tips!

Have weights on both pages

Avoid touching the pages, minimal movement

Have steady hands!

Always tape a small part of the top section before taping the lower section!

Following these tips, I've gotten used to taping scores quickly in the span of 2 days! I was slower than a tortoise before, and now, I am as fast as playing scales at 200 bpm!! (Ok, over exaggerating much haha!) Gotta steal this technique to use on my own works and scores teehee 😋

〖 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Markings and Bowings 〗

See those up bows and down bow markings? These are what I needed to transfer for the string section! 😱

Usually, we would hand the first desks score parts to the respective Principals of each string section for them to mark their bowings. Then, the responsibility would be passed to us librarians to transfer their markings to the remaining desks.

Sometimes, we would prepare music that had been performed before, which means we just have to double check for any changes in the previous bow markings.

The transferring process trained my workplace agility - to be efficient and precise. It tires my eyes very quickly though! It's the back and forth movement that I need to get used to. Although, I'm proud to say that I've learnt to manage my time well!

This is how I do it!

〖 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Proofreading 〗

Perfection is key! This is a composition done by Kelly Tang, and I'm proofreading it so that there are no mistakes in the final score before printing it out professionally. (The score in A4 size is my reference, the one behind is for proofreading!)

This is an essential skill to have as a composer. It got me to be observant and accurate, especially since final scores should be as perfect as possible for sight reading and practice.

Previously, my take on score preparation was just a done-and-go thing. My original scores probably had a handful of mistakes / unclear engravings etc. Now, I've learnt the importance of proofreading even though it is a tiring process.

It is not a one or two hour long job. Rather, it takes patience and probably a day or two for a 50 page score to finish proofreading.

As such, there should be a period of at least a week before a deadline to proofread and check every single detail of a composition to ensure accuracy and proper score preparation.

〖 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cues & Page turns 〗

Cues - a melodic line held by an instrument that is not played by the instrument of the score part, usually placed in the middle of a sea of rests, and in front of a new phrase by a bar or two after long rests (E.g, Oboe, Clarinet, Flute, Piccolo cues for the Timpanist to know when to come in at mm. 102)

Page turns - on even pages (usually on the flipped side) to have multiple bars of rest to facilitate better page turns, letting musicians know that they have enough time to turn a page and prepare for the upcoming lines they need to play.

These knowledge were particularly new to me, I wasn't aware of its existence. Though, I have tried making good page turns, but I did not understand what it was exactly. I thought that having good page turns means to have a neat page 😂 Never have I thought about including cues in a score part! I thought that the musicians would have to count on their own to their best ability 😅

Nonetheless, I have added these knowledge into my composer's toolbox! Teehee~

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jarofstyles · 3 years ago

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Kissing and dancing in the kitchen plz

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“No, you aren’t escaping this time.” His playful growl rung through the kitchen after her squeals, pulling her back with his wet hands. Doing the dishes together was domestic… therapeutic, even. It felt home like and the pass and dry method worked wonders for them both, music from the ‘black and white film’ playlist crooned in the background as they settled in their beautiful, comfortable silence.

At least it had been, until Y/N whipped Harry in the ass with the drying towel.

A bad calculation on his part. Their running spanking war had been playful and fun, but somehow he always managed to grab her and her her back! Never getting much of a chance to run, Harry’s long legs always beat her. She hadn’t managed to get but 4 steps away before she was pinned against the counter, a strong hand coming down on her ass to spank her.

“Ouch!” Her whine was child like as she pouted up at him, allowing him to shuffle her in his arms so her back was against the counter. “You did not have t’do it so hard. I barely snapped it on your peachy ass.” She grumbled lowly, though there was that playful sparkle still in those eyes he loved so much.

“Won’t apologize for it. You’ve been a little menace all day, n’it was about time you got it handed back to you.” The amused look on his face only hammered in the fact that yes, she definitely had. Harry was very relaxed and lenient with her but he did always have the last laugh.

It was good that she loved him so much, or he would be even more infuriating.

“But… I think it’s time.” He grinned, the little dimple popping in his chin. She couldn’t help herself, finger coming up to poke it and feel the divet in his skin. It only made him smile wider. The habit and her affection for them made him feel loved. Appreciated.

“Time for?” the question was silly, because she knew damn well. Fishing the phone from his pocket, he clicked the side to raise the volume of the music. The last song was ending and he waited for a moment to hear the beginning notes of the next song.

I want a Sunday kind of love…

Etta James’ voice rang through their kitchen as he took her hand, pulling her into him with the other. Dropping his forehead against hers. “Time to dance, of course. It’s Sunday… and I’m in love with you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as it usually did in tender moments, her heart dropping to her belly as her cheeks heated up and the butterflies floated up.

It never failed to make her swoon. The romantic side of Harry that only she got to see. The kind that curated playlists just for their dishwashing and their days of the week. The one that craved her every touch and went out of his way for the tiniest brush of fingers and the knock of knees. He never failed to tell her that not only did he love her, but he was in love with her.

As if she could forget.

Lips brushed hers as he mumbled the lyrics, voice deep and soothing to her as one arm looped around his neck. “And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight…” ending the soft lyric with a tender peck to her lips, swaying them lightly together as he enjoyed her presence. The moment. Domestic bliss.

She returned the pecks, tasting the wine he had paired with their dinner she had cooked with him. His body was warm against her and the cool summer breeze drifted through their open windows, making her press further against him. She didn’t mind the socked feet, his hands still damp from the washing. This was all she ever needed.

“I love you.” It was whispered against his mouth, feeling her smile grow as he slid his hand under her shirt and ran his fingers up her spine. It was like the universe sent them to one another knowing exactly what the other needed. The challenge and the compliment to each soul. “And I’m in love with you too.”

It was an unspoken rule to always say it back. No matter how angry or tired or upset. They always said it back.

The kiss was firmer than before as he answered her reply, squeezing her hand in thanks. Petal soft lips and warm breath, a slight wine haze and complete love blanket over them. All he could feel and taste was her and his overwhelming love that bubbled in his throat before pulling back from the sweet kiss.

With her face tucked against his neck, she could feel the vibrations as he sang her favorite part.

“And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love”

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bestaez · 2 years ago

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Strangers (Chapter Seven)

Strangers from Hell AU

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pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

NEW!! warnings (will update as needed): murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence, blood and injuries, non-consensual touching, attempted sexual assault (not by BTS), mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial. pls heed the warnings, this chapter gets a little intense!!

word count: 4.6k words

As weeks go by, you find yourself getting more and more accustomed to this new life. Each day at work you spend your time getting more invested in your role, trying your best to make it seem like you’re actually supposed to be there and not just a nepotism case. You don’t know if you’re being paranoid or if your co-workers really are talking about you behind your back, what with the way Jiwan is always snickering and whispering somewhere in your peripheral vision.

But none of that matters, you try to remind yourself. Not when you know you’re supposed to be there, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. And looking at the small photo frame of your family that you keep at your desk and focusing on your mother’s smiling face, you know you have to do your absolute best to not let her down.

Besides, you have the best supporters waiting for you at home. Those seven men are always there to cheer you up when you have a hard day, somehow reading your mood without you even needing to say anything. They all have their own love language, whether it be cooking you meals or offering to give you a foot massage when you can barely stand on your feet. Even the quieter or stranger ones of the bunch are actually quite sweet deep down, you have found. In a way, you feel like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Each one has their own quirk but you find them all endearing.

You would almost feel bad getting so close to these men when you have a boyfriend but it’s not like he seems concerned these days. After that weekend where he blew you off for work, you decided not to chase him and just wait for him to reach out again - which, probably sounds like you’re giving up on the relationship but you just found the whole ordeal to be too stressful to worry about. Deep down, you knew Jihoon was just a workaholic and that it was okay to not hear from him sometimes.

He had texted you a few times throughout the week, checking in with you and updating you on how his work projects were going. You had spoken a few times over the phone, but he often claimed he was too tired and asked for a raincheck. You would be lying if you said it didn’t sting a little but you didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend so you let it be. That dream you had where you both were excelling in your careers and moving in together somehow seemed much farther away now than it did before.

But, all in all, things were fine. That’s all you could really say about it, nothing had improved but nothing had worsened, either. Overall, you felt pretty neutral about everything. The journaling had been helping, you thought. Every night you dedicated some time to writing - whether it was about your day or just a short story you had thought of. You’re not sure if it was doing anything to help the stress, but it definitely felt therapeutic.

Sitting at your desk at work, you were mindlessly checking emails as there was nothing currently in your queue to work on. The work day was close to being over but it was still probably too early for you to clock out so the best thing to do was make it at least look like you were busy. You glance at your phone, fighting off the urge to text Nayeon out of boredom. She had been in work meetings all week, mostly out of office, and you missed seeing her around.

A random thought popped in your head that it would be nice to cook some dinner for your roommates, after they had been taking care of you these past few weeks. Without thinking, you decided to browse on your computer for a good recipe. You had become so absorbed in your task that you failed to notice the presence over your shoulder.

“Oh, that one looks good.” Barely concealing your gasp, you jumped back to see Jiwan standing there with raised eyebrows. You opened your mouth in shock, but nothing came out.

She smirked condescendingly, “Is that the best way to spend company time and resources?”

You couldn’t bear to look away from her, not wanting to see the stares from other co-workers that you could already feel burning into your skin. But you also didn’t know how to diffuse the situation and it seemed like Jiwan knew it.

“My queue was empty so I was just checking something really quick.” The words felt heavy leaving your mouth, causing you to nervously gulp.

“Oh? Then, why didn’t you come ask one of us if we needed help with anything?” At your silence, she continued. “I mean, that is why you’re here, right? You’re supposed to pick up the tasks we can’t finish.”

“Jiwan,” You hear someone’s voice say quietly behind you, but you don’t dare to look. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you just felt so small.

“No, she needs to hear this. I’m tired of her getting away with being incompetent.” Her venomous tone causes something in you to snap as you step out of your chair, finally meeting her eye to eye.

All of the sudden, you were in the cafeteria from your memories again. Everyone was staring at you, waiting for you to make your next move. That voice in your head was whispering for you to go in for the kill, but you shook it away. You couldn’t let that side win again.

Clearing your throat, you try to steady your voice, “Jiwan, I had no idea you felt that way. If you thought that my work was lacking, you could have just come to me one-on-one. You didn’t have to make a scene.”

She seems taken aback by your sudden strong front, not exactly sure how to respond so you beat her to the punch.

“Is there anything I can help you with right now?” Raising your eyebrows questioningly at her, she can only gawk at your quick change in attitude.

“In that case, I’ll head out now. Seeing as there’s nothing here for me to do,” She remains silent as you begin to gather up your things. No one says anything as they all watch it unfold, apparently shocked to see someone handle Jiwan in such a professional way. They probably weren’t expecting to see the newbie have a backbone. They clearly didn’t know you.

You can feel everyone’s gaze on your back as you walk to the elevator, heart racing as you get inside and press the lobby button. When the doors finally close, your cool façade breaks and you lean against the metal wall with a small gasp. You can’t believe you just did that to your superior, in front of all those people. Panic starts to settle in by the time the elevator doors open as you wonder if you just lost your job. It seems you never truly learned to get your emotions in check.

The walk to your bus stop is a blur, your eyes staring unseeingly before you as you wring your hands nervously. Surely, that conversation alone wouldn’t get you fired, would it? You were respectful but firm. In fact, maybe it would impress some of the right people. But, what if Jiwan just used it as evidence that you were insubordinate? That sounds like something she would do.

You wondered what Nayeon would have done if she saw you. Would she be proud of you for finally standing your ground? Hopefully this didn’t embarrass her, not wanting to get her in trouble. If only she had been there, maybe then Jiwan wouldn’t have said anything.

A sudden buzzing feeling in your pocket interrupts your thoughts, slipping your phone out to see an incoming call from your mom.

“Hello?”

“YN? You there?” The sound of your mother’s slightly raised voice caused your heart to speed up anxiously.

“Yes, can you hear me?”

“Sorry, honey. It’s so loud here, hold on-” The loud background noise lessened after a few moments, a deep sigh coming over the line as it seemed your mother had found a quieter space to talk in. “That’s better.”

“Where are you?” You ask impatiently, anxiety creeping and settling into your bones.

“The hospital.” Your heart stops and before you can respond, she continues. “It’s Minjun. He had an episode.”

“What kind of episode?”

“He had a seizure in school, just out of nowhere. The doctors aren’t sure what caused it but they’re keeping him here for a couple days.”

“I’ll get a bus back as soon as possible,” Before you can even really think about it, your mind is already made up. There’s no way you can sit here idly while your baby brother is stuck in a hospital room probably scared and confused.

“No, no. I don’t want you to miss work. We’ll be okay, I’m here with him.”

“How is he doing? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, he’s-” She stops herself short, and each passing second of silence feels even more threatening. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“They are recommending a certain treatment and it’s, well, it’s more expensive than I had imagined. I hate to do this to you but the restaurant is not getting enough business as it is and now I’m gonna have to take off work-”

“Oh- of course,” You stammer, wincing guiltily at the slight reluctance you feel about forking over the little cash you already have. You would do anything for your family, but your internship salary is pretty small and you’re not sure how much more beneficial you could be in this situation. “How much?”

The number your mom gives has you frozen in shock, forcing yourself to blink after a moment passes. You don’t know how you will afford to send her that and pay rent at the same time. “Uh, okay. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much, honey. I’ll pay you back.”

*****

When you arrive home, your thoughts are a swarm of stress over your brother’s health, the medical bills, and now the possible chance of you losing your job. You hadn’t even thought of that when you readily agreed to send your family money - the fact that you may not even have an income soon. Before you could overwhelm yourself with that thought, you pushed it away. Nothing was certain yet. This was just your own paranoia.

You stare up at the residence sign, feeling like this was the first time you truly studied it. The worn out black letters looked so dingy up close. Eden, it read. Perhaps it was a little paradise here. The outside world felt like hell sometimes, one bad thing after another. But right here, you felt safe.

Despite that, after the day you had, you felt like you weren’t ready to go home quite yet. You knew that as soon as you got home, one of the boys would question you on how your day went. And right now, you didn’t feel like talking about it.

Your feet seemed to know where you wanted to go before your mind caught up to it as you found yourself standing before a bar. It was the same bar you met Jihoon at in your first week here. You don’t know why it felt like a long time ago. The memory of the comfort your boyfriend had brought that night gave a bittersweet aftertaste. It had been so nice to reunite with him then but now, it just felt like he was an old friend you were trying to get back into contact with. The truth was, you were needing more in this relationship and you weren’t sure if he really even cared to give it.

You entered the small dive bar in your business attire, not standing out too much from the other patrons. Most were dressed casually in jeans or slacks, but there were a few others who also looked like they had come from work. It was that group that gave you the same understanding look. Hopping up on one of the stools, you raised your hand to get the bartender’s attention.

Downing another shot, you winced at the bitter liquor sliding down your throat. You never understood how people said the taste got better after each drink. It all tasted horrible but you supposed no one was actually drinking for the flavor. Case in point, here you were getting shitfaced at a dingy bar near the residence to drown out your thoughts. You knew it was probably a bad idea to turn to alcohol at such a low point in your life, but right now you didn’t care. For one night, you just wanted it all to go away.

And it seemed to do the trick. It got to the point where you couldn’t even remember what bothered you and even then, you continued to drink in an effort to chase this feeling. You wanted to enjoy the peaceful feeling you got while buzzed. You probably looked crazy to anyone else watching, giggling to yourself as your hands cupped your warm cheeks.

But, of course, your happy little bubble eventually had to burst.

The sudden arrival of someone next to you came as a surprise and you looked up to see it was a man about your age, maybe a little older. He looked handsome enough, although you couldn’t be certain because of your unfocused vision. But his button up shirt made you think he was probably decent.

“Hey there,” his voice was deep but not like Taehyung’s. Wait, what? Why are you thinking about him? “Can I buy you something to drink, honey?”

At that, you immediately felt ready to go home. There wasn’t anything obviously wrong about this guy but you didn’t need to go down that rabbit hole right now. You weren’t looking for a one night stand or anything at all. You just wanted some time to yourself.

“No thanks,” You smiled at him politely, sliding off your stool and collecting your bag. “I think I’ve hit my limit tonight.”

You’re impressed with how steady you are as you walk to the exit, stepping out into the humid summer air. It’s a good thing that you decided to cut it off there because you’re not sure you would have made it home if you had drank any more with the way you’re stumbling every few steps. Still, you’re not that drunk and your place is only a few blocks away.

You’ve barely passed a few streets when you feel a hand cover your mouth from behind, muting your surprised shriek. Using your momentary shock against you, your attacker begins to tug you backwards into a nearby alleyway. It gets darker with each step you take further away from the street lights.

Eventually, your stunned state passes as you snap into action. When squirming and trying to pull their arm off of you fails, you get desperate as you realize you’re running out of options. You don’t even hesitate to bite harshly into the hand pressing into your face. That does the trick as you hear a disgruntled shout and the tight hold on your figure releases. You don’t bother turning around to see who it is, instead taking off in a sprint back towards the street.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Just when you think you’re going to make it, a hand grabs your hair and yanks you back. The searing pain in your scalp causes you to scream before you’re thrown against the brick wall to your right.

“Shut the fuck up,” he pants in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. His hands grip the neckline of your tank top, ripping the fabric to reveal your chest. Keeping you stuck in his embrace, he roughly pulls your bra down and palms the exposed skin of your breasts. “You should have just said yes when I offered you that drink, honey.”

Not giving you the time to process what he said, you feel your pants being tugged down until they reach your lower thighs. His body presses tightly to your figure, causing the hard bulge in his pants to rut into your ass uncomfortably. You gasp in pain as your forehead scrapes the wall, panting at the feeling of him nipping harshly at your neck. This can’t be happening. The remnants of the alcohol buzzing in your blood lingers and creates the most terrifying numb feeling to take over your body. That with his heavy weight on your back makes you feel so helpless.

“Help! Plea-” The grip returns to your hair as he pulls back and rams your head into the wall again, stunning you yet again. Your head throbs in response as you feel blood trickle down your forehead.

“Make another sound and I’ll really knock you out,” He threatens, clearly fed up with your attempts to escape. You don’t know if you even want to be awake for this, contemplating screaming again just so he would put you under.

Before you can even make a decision, the presence behind you is suddenly ripped away. The feeling of another hand grabbing your shoulder to turn you around causes you to yelp, flinching away before you see it’s a familiar face.

“It’s just me, noona.” Jungkook holds his hands out carefully and you want to cry at the sight of him. You fall into his embrace with a sob, the events of the evening catching up to you as your adrenaline finally runs out. You barely even register the hands pulling your clothes back into place, not wanting to acknowledge the embarrassment you will inevitably feel at people seeing your exposed skin.

“It’s okay, YN. You’re safe now.” You turn over your shoulder to see Taehyung rubbing your back with a deep frown on his face. Behind him, you see Namjoon and Yoongi standing over the man from the bar as his wounded form lays crumpled on the ground. The two holding you turn you back around as they lead you towards the exit, not allowing you to see what causes the man to scream in pain in the next moment.

“We won’t let anything happen to you.”

*****

You don’t remember much after your roommates came to rescue you from that alleyway, too drunk and exhausted to stay conscious. You probably looked a sight to any passerbyers in the street, sandwiched between Taehyung and Jungkook as they practically carried you up to the residence. Anyone outside of the situation probably just assumed you were just a messy drunk with good friends that cared enough to get you home. They wouldn’t be wrong. If you weren’t so pathetic, you wouldn’t have wound up in this mess.

All you know is you woke up some time later to Jimin’s face hovering over yours, studying you with a concerned look and pressing a damp cloth to your forehead. Blinking in confusion at the bright light overhead, you reach up to grasp his arm near your face.

“Oh, you’re up,” He gasps, backing up and helping you sit up after you come to. Upon sitting up, you notice Seokjin standing a few feet away with a somber look on his face.

“What happened?” You ask, licking your lips in an attempt to sooth the dryness in your mouth.

Jimin’s eyes followed the action and as if sensing what you needed, reached for a water bottle on the coffee table. You thank him and take a few gulps, feeling more awake as you do.

“You don’t remember?” Seokjin’s voice sounds almost apprehensive as his dark eyes watch you carefully.

“I- I do but not much after the guys got there. I must have passed out,” You explain, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “What happened to him?”

“You don’t need to worry about him. He won’t bother you ever again.” Jimin reaches to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear, causing you to freeze at the intimate act. He has never initiated contact like that before but you assume it’s just his way - always taking care of people.

“What does that mean?” Both men merely stare at you in response so after a pause, you continue, “Namjoon and Yoongi were there, I saw them-”

“He’s been apprehended. That’s all you need to know.” Seokjin answers with finality, lips pressed in a firm line. You watch him for a moment before deciding to drop the subject.

“Taehyung and Jungkook?”

“They’re with the others, should be back soon.” The blonde haired male responds, pulling out a white box and digging through the contents for a moment before pulling out some antiseptic products. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to clean this up for you.”

You nod, tilting your head to allow him easier access as he begins swiping across the wound with an alcohol wipe. He mutters a quiet apology after catching your wince at the stinging sensation. Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel a gust of air hitting your forehead, realizing he must have blown on the affected area in order to soothe the sting. Biting your lip awkwardly, you look around the room to avoid making eye contact with him being so close to your face. It’s at this moment that you finally realize where you are.

“They brought me to your room?” You can’t stop the question falling from your lips, looking back at the manager curiously.

“Yes. They knew you would probably need to get looked at,” he explains after applying some ointment and a bandage. “Plus, we didn’t think you would want to wake up alone after...”

Jimin doesn’t need to finish the sentence, you all know what he’s inferring to. You clear your throat and nod in appreciation, looking down and finally noticing the large dark shirt adorning your figure. You still had your work pants on but not the blouse you had on before. “Did you change my shirt?”

“That was Jungkook,” Jimin answers truthfully, leaning back on the coffee table. “Your shirt was ruined and well- we thought you’d be more comfortable this way.”

You don’t respond to that, instead gripping the fabric between your fingers tightly as you feel tears well up in your eyes. You blink quickly in an attempt to rid them away but they continue to fill up without your permission. Jimin must notice the quick wave of emotions passing through you as the silence fills the room, save for a few sniffles here and there.

“Do you want to talk about it?” When you don’t answer, he tries again, “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“Jimin.” Seokjin's low murmur comes in a warning, but you’re already shaking your head at the mention of the word hospital. There were too many painful memories for you there and you knew you weren’t in the right headspace to go back. They would only ask you questions and questions until eventually, they deemed you weren’t safe to go back home. You couldn’t risk that now, not when you made it this far on your own.

You can tell he wants to press you for more information so you quickly wipe your tears before throwing him a watery smile. “I’m okay, Jimin. Thank you both for helping me. I think I just need to rest now.”

At that, you’re up and walking to the door. You hear footsteps follow you but don’t expect it when your arm is suddenly seized, causing you to turn and see Seokjin peering down at you. His eyes are searching yours for something but you don’t know what so you simply stare back at him.

“YN,” He begins in a quiet voice, but you know Jimin can hear from where he stands a few feet away. “I hope you now know that we would do anything for you. We already feel like you’re one of us.”

You don’t trust yourself to give a proper response, so you merely bow your head in a nod. It takes a little wriggling to pull your arm out of his hold but he allows it, gaze unwavering on your face. Glancing at Jimin over his shoulder, you give them a small smile before turning back to the door.

Your feet carry you up to the bathroom, desperate to rinse off the feeling of that man’s hands on your body. The hot water feels nice on your skin, not caring if you’re just numb to the burning feeling it leaves. You’re not even sure how long you’ve been standing there before you finally reach to turn the tap off. Reaching for a towel, you realize you forgot to bring a change of clothes but you can’t find it in you to care. So what if any of your roommates see you walking around in a towel? It can’t be much worse than the view they got of you tonight.

Catching your reflection in the mirror, you’re taken aback by what you see. Your forehead is already starting to bruise, a nasty cut to go along with it. Your eyes are swollen and blotchy-looking from crying. Your neck has a nasty red mark on it from where he bit you, the sight of it causing a shudder to run through you. You turn away and head back into the hallway, unable to look any more.

You thought returning to your room would be comforting but once the door shuts behind you, you can’t help but feel completely and utterly alone. The thought crosses your mind to go back to Jimin, but you don’t want to resort to that just yet.

Picking up your phone, you dial Nayeon’s number without thinking. After everything, you just needed to talk to another woman right now.

“YN?” Her hushed whisper reaches your ear as if she’s trying not to make too much noise.

“Hey Nay,” Your voice comes across wobbly, trying to keep your tears at bay. “Can you talk?”

“Um, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” At the sound of your sniffle, she pauses. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just.. Something happened tonight. I wanted to talk-”

“Was it the thing with Jiwan? Yeah, I heard.” She sighs, and you feel your breath catch as you remember the events that took place at work. God, what a day. “Listen, don’t sweat it, okay? I’m sure she wasn’t too upset about it.”

“O-oh, right...”

“Honestly, I’m kinda proud of you for going off on her. That bitch needed someone to put her in her place. I’m just sorry it had to be you.” The volume of her voice gets a little louder and you figure she must have moved to a more private space.

“Do you think I’m gonna get fired?” You can’t help the worry in your tone, fingers grasping the material of your t-shirt tightly. “I really can’t lose my job right now.”

“No, no. I don’t think so.” Nayeon responds casually. “If anything, she might just try to give it to you a bit harder out of spite. But don’t let it get to you.”

You hear her speak again but it’s clearly not directed to you as her voice sounds muffled and a little far away. It takes you a moment to work up the courage to announce why you really called but before you can get a word in, she breaks the silence.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I have to jump on another call really quick. Will you be okay?”

Just at that moment, you hear other voices from outside your bedroom. The boys must have just returned.

“Yeah, I think so.”

A/N: whew! things are heating up. after this chapter everything’s gonna get a little crazy so be prepared. we only have a few more chapters after this too i can’t believe it😅 let me know what yall think!!

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astaroth1357 · 3 years ago

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Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast

Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.

Lucifer

The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.

Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.

He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…

His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.

Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...

Mammon

Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.

Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…

Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.

Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.

Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.

Leviathan

Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.

Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...

Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.

Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...

Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…

Satan

Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.

Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.

Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other.

Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.

Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.

Asmodeus

Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?

Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...

Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘

Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.

Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…).

Beelzebub

Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.

Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!

He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.

If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊

Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?

Belphegor

Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would.

Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.

His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).

There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...

Diavolo

Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!

Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)

He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...

His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.

Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…

Barbatos

A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.

Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...

Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.

Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?

NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…

Simeon

Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...

Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...

Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.

His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…

To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.

Solomon

Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.

They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!

But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…

If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…

Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏

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reidsnose · 4 years ago

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doodles

overview: reader doodles on her hands a lot and spencer has to give into the temptation of coloring it in

genre: flufffffff

a/n: sorry ive havent posted a fic in like a week, ive been in quite a slump but i had this idea well after midnight but i just had to write it so lmk what u guys think of this one :)

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doodling on your hands: a once nervous habit that had seeped into your everyday life and now is just a regular habit. nearly everyday you would come to work with clean hands and get home with a mini art gallery on your non dominant one.

Spencer admired this from the moment he noticed it. at first he thought you had a tattoo but when you came back the next day with it completely gone, he was a tad confused, only to catch you doodling on that very same hand a couple hours later on the jet. he thought maybe it was an occasional thing, a habit you'd quit once you got better situated into the team, but after nearly a year you still left work almost everyday with some cutesy sketches drawn on your hand.

Spencer found himself looking forward to your doodles, imagining in his head what you might draw each day, and thinking of all the colors you would add if you had the time. being the great profiler that he is, he noticed a pattern: you subconsciously correlated your doodles with your mood.

after especially hard cases or just bad days you always drew roses.

when you were very happy you drew all sorts of fruits.

anxiousness bore little swampy creatures and lily pads.

tired days filled your hands with random, intricate designs that you didn't even have to try hard to make.

and content was anything else.

he was so impressed and absolutely adored your little coping mechanism. watching you concentrate on making those teeny pieces of art simply for your own pleasure was definitely a sight to see. the way your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out a bit was absolutely positively adorable. and soon he had noticed that he was looking forward less to the doodles and more to watching you draw them. and after that he began looking forward to just you.

you were sat on the jet with your back to the corner of the last seat on the plane, creating a pattern of roses on the back of your hand. Spencer plopped down in the seat next to you, growing tired of watching from so far away.

"that bad, huh?" he asked, noticing the type of flower you were gracing your hand with.

"hm?" you looked up, confused.

"you only doodle roses on bad days." he explained, pointing to your hand.

"what? no i don't!" you defended, " i just think roses are neat."

to be fair, you were having a bad day but he could've profiled that without the doodle. he cant be right, can he? there was no way you had a mood system for your doodles! unless there was.

"repetitive strokes are therapeutic, so roses being rough days make sense. the spiral in the middle followed by however many layered petals you want is a perfectly repetitive while still interesting enough to doodle."

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you've been spying on me, Dr. Reid," you teased, enjoying the slight rouge that appeared on his cheeks.

"what! no! i'm- i'm a profiler i notice patterns! i just- spying sounds creepy." he stammered.

"ok. how about admiring." you jabbed, turning a little red yourself.

"fine. but you know coloring helps too." he flipped back to the old topic of conversation.

"unfortunately i only have the standard blue, black and red ink."

"roses are red." he chuckled.

"interesting point," you bent down and reached into your bag, pulling out a red pen and handing it to him, "knock yourself out."

"what?" he looked at you slightly bewildered.

"coloring is therapeutic, you said it yourself. and you and i both know that you need something to relax you after a case like that. we all do." you explained, trying to be as nonchalant as you could knowing his skin would touch yours.

he grabbed the pen and clicked it open, coloring smoothly and slowly inside the lines you had already made in black, careful not to go over them and smudge the ink. you and him both tried your best to ignore the warmth shooting through your bodies from every place your hands touched. his fingertips lightly grazing your knuckles as he worked.you worked your way up your arm, giving you both space to work and by the time you landed, you had a half sleeve garden of surprisingly well colored (and somehow shaded) red roses.

you went home that night and bought a pack of colorful (washable) pens, hoping this little rose garden with him wasn't a one time thing. and even if it was, you would want to add your own pop of color to your doodles.

thankfully it wasn't.

you and Spencer found yourselves drawing and coloring on your hand a lot. he would catch you doing it and pop in over your shoulder just to add a touch of color where he thought it fit. and you began to feel sad washing off what the two of you had created that day, feeling nostalgic for time that has hardly passed.

and sometimes on the jet you would get tired of your own skin, so you would draw little doodles on his hand, often times leaving a little heart at the base of his thumb. these little hearts he avoided washing off for as long as he possibly could because they felt like a part of you was always with him. he started doing the same thing to your hand, a sort of signature the two of you shared.

most days, the doodles on your hands were pretty much fully colored in.

but now Spencer began to worry. what if you get ink poisoning because of his coloring? sure, the risk was statistically low, improbable even; but never zero. so one night after work he went out and bought a little sketchbook and on the front he scrawled,

"y/n's super duper special sketchbook"

upon receiving it, after giving him a hug he never wanted to let go of, you took a sharpie and started editing the title he had given it. so it now read:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook"

the two of you used up a whole page that day, front and back filled with all types of fruits. Spencer smiled to himself, knowing this had made you very happy. you took a second to take a step back and admire him doing the very thing he admired you for. and you understood why; he just looked so precious and you suddenly realized you craved the feeling of his hand touching yours. so you leaned over and drew a little black heart at the base of his thumb. he looked up at you, smiling widely before returning a red heart to the base of your thumb.

and you guys tore through that book, using a page a day and filling it cover to cover in no time. your own personal handmade coloring book. it turned out to be both of your most prized possessions, a pang of sadness filling your chests as you finished the last page.

you felt bad taking it home with you that night, wondering if maybe Spencer wanted to keep it. maybe you should keep it at work so you can both have it. thats the fair thing to do. you looked down, smiling sadly at the little red heart on your hand.

he did want to keep it. but he had a better idea in mind. he looked down, smiling excitedly at the little black heart on his hand.

the next day when you arrived to work all your worries were solved. on your desk laid a new sketch book entitled:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook: volume ii"

you laughed as you read a small lilac post it note that said, "i want to keep this one please" signed with a little red heart in the corner.

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honeyhatake · 2 years ago

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Let Me- Itachi Uchiha ❤️🖤

Word Count: 1.6k

Contents: f!reader, x-reader, fluff

Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Mentions of Arousal, Nudity. If you’re under 18, please stay away! Thank you! ❤️

Summary: You and Itachi are just getting back from a mission for the Akatsuki when you stumble upon a bath house. You convince him to go and bath together. This leads to something new for you both.

His long hair felt like silk under your fingertips. Pulling the hair tie from it and letting the black locks fall over his pale shoulders. Your fingers brushed through the strands detangling any knots before pouring warm water over him. With a sigh he relaxed ever so slightly. His heart thudded in his chest from the closeness, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Itachi hadn’t felt this type of affection in a long time. He blushed at how gentle you were being. How soft your fingertips were. When you had suggested bathing together, he had no idea it’d be this… therapeutic. You had known each other for a while now and Itachi had finally come around to letting you in. He told you of his illness, his chronic pain, and his now vision problems. You always reassured him whenever he needed it, and gave him someone to confide in. Something he hadn’t had since his late friend, Shisui.

You lathered his hair with soap and made sure to scrub and massage his scalp. Both of you sat in an empty hot spring you had stumbled upon after finishing your last mission together for the Akatsuki. Both of you are tired and needing a break, a moment to forget the stressors of your lives. You brought up the hot spring and told him it may ease some of his pain. He was reluctant, but he couldn’t say no to the cute puppy dog eyes you gave him. Then when you realized the bath house was empty, that’s when you suggested bathing together. Itachi felt like it was out of the question. Yet somehow, you still managed to convince him. No Genjutsu required.

Rinsing the suds from his hair, Itachi leaned into you further. You sat behind him on the ledge with your feet in the water. He sat between your legs selfishly relishing in your touch. When you both had met, you fell for his stoic and brooding personality instantly. Always attracted to the quiet types, wanting to know more. Itachi never gave much thought to you but admired your fighting spirit. He respected you for your skill, and eventually gained some sort of feelings for you. Even if he wouldn’t admit it wholeheartedly and tried to ignore it.

With his arms propped up behind himself on your thighs he leaned his head back. Trying his best to watch you as you continued running your fingers through his hair. Looking past your breasts to your blushing yet blurry face. His heart thudded even louder as he realized you were making eye contact with him. You gave him a sweet smile and placed your hands on the sides of his face gently.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” He swallows hard at your words and blinks rapidly before sitting up. The water splashing in the quiet and warmly lit bathhouse. Your giggle makes him furious, yet he blushes all the same. He hated when you made him flustered, made him feel powerless. “Itachi, it’s okay! You don’t have to put your guard up around me. I’m not going to hurt you.” You moved down into the water, wrapping your arms around his waist while you lay your head gently on his back.

He soon relaxed again, taking in a deep breath and putting his hands on yours. The two of you had never been this close before. You’ve chatted on late nights and over meals, but you had never been like this. It scared him. It scared you even. You had lost so much you couldn’t bear the thought of losing anyone else. He naturally assumed a relationship with him would lead to your death. Itachi whispered an apology, feeling tightness in the back of his throat.

Squeezing him tightly, you hummed and smiled. Moving slowly to maneuver your body around his just enough so you could look him in the eyes. His sharingan staring back into yours, switching between each of your eyes to try and guess your next move. Always on the defensive. You had planned to break him of that habit, at least when it came to you. You wanted him to feel nothing but safe when he was with you. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just let me take care of you, okay?”

Itachi said nothing as you moved back, keeping one hand on his side while you grabbed the soap. You started to lather it over his back and shoulders slowly. Washing all the dirt and sweat away from the hard day the two of you had. He hummed low in his chest, and it made you happy. Yet you wished you could wash him clean of all the weight he carries. The weight that he never complains or talks about. Yet it’s evident in the stress lines under his eyes; his shoulders that are tense and jaw that is almost always clenched. As you rinsed the soap from his back, you left feather light kisses over his shoulders and up his neck.

His fingers dug into his knees as he sat there, feeling as though his skin was on fire. Your hands moved up and massaged his shoulders with care, yet he tensed even more. This is too much. His thoughts rang loud in his ears, and he moved his hands back in the water to grab hold of your thighs. “You don’t have to do this, you’ve done plenty.” You cocked your head as you looked at the side of his face while he tried to look back at you, your hands still on his shoulders. With a smirk, you moved in to nuzzle over his shoulder blade with the tip of your nose.

“I know I don't have to, but I want to. I care about you Itachi, when will you realize that?” His lip trembles and his heart swells as he looks forward again. Maybe his feelings were harder to ignore now. With a squeeze to your thighs he quickly turns around. Hands now placed on your knees, face mere inches away from yours as he holds eye contact with you.

“Then at least let me take care of you. It’s the least I could do. You do too much for me anyways.”

You smile and shake your head. “Oh hush, I love taking care of you. But if you really want to, I’ll allow you to dote on me, just this once.”

A rare sight appeared before you as Itachi smiled. It made you blush and appreciate this moment even more. Some part inside you wishing it’d never end. Itachi moved behind you and carefully started wetting your hair. Brushing his fingers through the strands just as you had. He felt joy rush over him as he began bathing you. It gave him a sense of purpose again, minus any form of guilt. He watched as you relaxed into him, humming quietly each time his fingers rubbed over a new part of your scalp. His touch was a bit rougher than yours, he knew that, still he tried his best to handle you with care. Making sure your hair was clean and all the soap was rinsed out of it. When he reached for the body wash you told him he didn’t have to. Yet, Itachi insisted.

As his hands ran over your naked body you couldn’t help but feel a certain way. Heart beating rapidly, body temperature rising. Thoughts slowly getting corrupted. He noticed how you reacted to each new touch of his. The way you bit your lip and how your breath hitched any time his hand ran over a particularly sensitive part of your body. He felt his own self becoming aroused, a feeling that was usually more so a burden to him. This time however, he wanted nothing more than to give in. Touch you more, make your sweet hums turn to sultry moans. He groaned quietly, then slowly moved his hands away from you, opting to rinse your body of all the suds.

The warm water did little to help the heat inside you. You tried to steady our heart rate, but his everlasting closeness still made your skin tingle. Selfishness creeped its way into you, making you crave more of him. You looked back and noticed as he watched over your naked blurry body. Wishing he could see you clearly. He desired you, and he didn’t care anymore. He needed you.

“Itach-”

“Don’t- don’t speak.” He put his hand up to silence you and looked into your eyes. Moving that same hand to your face, cradling it tenderly before pushing it to the back of your neck. He moves forward before you could even blink and pulls you to him. Lips slotting with yours in a hungry kiss. You gasped into him and placed your hands on his arms to ground yourself. You felt like you were floating. Lips moving together so fluidly it was almost as if you were one.

Itachi's hands slid down your back and to your back side. He pulled you up and into his lap. You straddled him and ran your fingers through his damp hair. Urgency within the kiss as the two of you clawed at each other's skin. Almost as if you weren’t nearly as close to one another as you wanted to be. He bit at your bottom lip as you pulled away, gasping for air. You placed your forehead to his and he began to chuckle.

“I’m sorry, I uh, lost control a bit there.” You giggled with him; foreheads still pressed together.

“That’s alright! If I had known this would happen, I would have asked to bathe together sooner!”

He laughed louder now and kissed you again. “Well then, I’d say we have to bathe together more often then. If you don’t mind letting me, take care of you again.”

With a blush and a kiss to his nose you smiled. “As long as i can do the same for you.”

Thank you for reading! As always, reblog or leave a like if you enjoyed! I really adore this story and I hope you guys do too. I was blown away with how many people liked my last story. Means a lot to me, so thanks again guys! Next weeks story will be about Anbu Kakashi, so stay tuned! ^.^

#this came to me after fantasizing about washing Itachis hair #uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi fluff #itachi #akatuski #akatsuki itachi #naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto fanfiction

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boeingboingboing · 2 years ago

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So, I've seen like nobody ever talked about the Trains in WoC. Thought maybe I'll shed some light on them too. These guys are way too underrated.

There aren't alot actually. I wanted to first talk and tell about these 4 trains:- Trev Diesel, Stephenson, Pramath and Muir

-> Trev Diesel:-

• His Bio:- Working for the Pacific Flyer Railroad, Trev Diesel has seen a lot of changes alongside his tracks. He's witnessed the coming of the North American Californian Interstate then the disappearance part of many of the small towns he somehow used to pass through, but he's still going strong. He still loves pulling a long haul across the North American desert at night throughout his outstanding railroad night shift journeys. It's so peaceful - just Trev, the full Luna moon, and the North American jackalopes.He has seen a lot in his time on the railroad, from the dawn of the North American Californian Interstate to the vanishing of tiny towns. Through it all, Trev chugs on strongly and loves nothing more than a nighttime trip across the desert, beneath the full Luna moon - the well-known one thing in Trev's life that remains constant.

-> Stephenson:-

His Bio:- Stephenson is a state-of-the-art bullet train. On paper, he runs twice daily, from Kent to London, but in reality, he's a British high-speed spy train, who scrambles switchboards, hops international rail lines, and can make it from Dover to Porto Corsa in five hours. He has no dining car and no spare compartment because he's filled with the finest in high-tech, classified spy gear and probably has a few secret agents aboard. So don't bother waiting for him at the station...

-> Pramath:-

• His Bio:- Pramath joined the Kashmir Railway to get away from it all. More than anything' this train hoped to find a quiet, remote place to live, and trekking through the Himalayas seemed the perfect resolution. He found the quiet rides through the mountain tunnels of the Pir Panjal range peaceful and therapeutic; that is, until he nearly had a head-on collision with Dusty Crophopper.

-> Muir:-

• His Bio:-The Piston Peak Railway transports millions of visitors to the Fusel Lodge every year. This is a huge job, and it takes a big engine; thankfully; Muir can handle the challenge. With enough coal, he can pull an astounding 18,000 tons of railcars behind him! With that much power, he'll be coming around the mountain just fine. It is known that he feels sensitive whenever a wildfire occurs, especially when burning trees fall and block his path.

🚆Thoughts I had/Headcanons I made:-

• In Trev and Pramath's bio, notice that both of them enjoy being alone and love quiet and peaceful routes. Maybe most Trains tend to have this in common with one another. After all, trains getting chances to socialize is low due to them only being able to move on rails.

• Trains are very caring and polite generally. But when you meet an overworked and tired train, its best to avoid doing anything stupid. Especially freight trains lmao, best to avoid them since they would be sleep derived most of the times.

• From not getting the proper sleep required for one to being overworked no matter what weather or circumstance. These guys are probably (one of) the most hard working vehicles in WoC, and they don't have a choice but to do what they are meant to.

• As a train, you really have limited options for, well, everything. Not much different from how much a ship has either honestly.

↳ But I'm sure trains wouldn't have stayed quiet. So maybe new facilities for them were introduced over time too.

• Trains are indeed very observant. They are pretty much attentive to every small detail around them in any matter.

• They are pretty much good in solving their own problems (since asking help is pretty difficult in most situations, i think this would be developed by most[?])

• They tend to easily adapt to one area.

• "What's sleep?" - said every frieght train (or those on tight schedules)

• Wants something? Literally works their ass off without thinking of asking anyone.

- i guess that's all my head is able to think of--

#I would gladly read all ur thoguhts #thoughts**#it helps me #to think about more headcanons #and #u get it

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headgehug · 3 years ago

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Can you do Charlie x AMAB Reader, comforting him after a rough day?

oh damn now that I look at this again I think I maybe misread it lol. sorry >.< anyways here's Charlie comforting reader after a rough day. (sfw, neutral reader)

Sometimes you came home and told your boyfriend it had been a rough day, and he would sit you down on the couch, wrap blankets around the two of you, and ask if you’d rather talk about it or be distracted from it. But more often than not, he would just know, as soon as you walked in the door, that something was off, and then all the stops were pulled out to cheer you up, with Charlie reaching into his emotional fix-it bag before you even had your shoes off.

Most of the time it would start off the same, with you being ushered over to the couch and swaddled in one of his many blankets. The extent to which he knew you and knew how to make things better had already started, with him choosing a blanket specifically suited to your needs: a heavy, thick one, when it was cold out, or if you looked particularly wound-tight, the heat and weight encouraging you to relax your tense muscles and melt into the cushions; on warmer days, he had very light blankets that he would drape around your shoulders and over your head like a hooded cape, tossing one over himself as well and wriggling up next to you like a happy worm; and on days where you looked very tired and frustrated, he pulled out the softest blanket, well-loved and worn and soothing to the touch, tucking it around you before pulling you into a big hug, both cross-legged on the couch with his arms tight around you.

What went down on the couch also varied by the day. If you felt like talking, you would usually start without much prompting from him, which you knew he appreciated, being an attentive listener but not really liking having to ask questions, preferring to just listen and nod and give input where it was appreciated. If you didn’t feel like talking, and you seemed tired, he would turn on the TV, keeping the volume low so you could both just zone out and let the television waves scramble your brains into a pleasant mush. It had taken him a while to find exactly what to do when you weren’t tired but still didn’t want to talk things through: for that, he had finally landed on the classic “cat picture to cover up things you didn’t really want to think about,” pulling out his phone and opening one of the few apps he had downloaded, where the entire home page feed was filled with cat pictures, cat memes, cat videos, and cat stories, which he would read through quickly with the help of a screen reader before excitedly paraphrasing them for you, to which you reacted with all the “aww”s and “ohh”s of someone who had not already just heard the story read out loud.

Next, when the impending call of dinnertime superseded the allure of therapeutic venting, brain-scrambling, or adorable kittens, Charlie would disentangle himself from you, planting apologetic kisses all over your face until you stopped pouting and let him leave. He didn’t stray far, puttering around in the little kitchenette, somehow pulling together a miraculously delicious dinner despite the permanently disorganized cooking area and oddly-stocked cabinets. He chatted with you while he cooked, if you were up for the conversation, or he would put on some music, dancing around in such a silly way that no matter how poorly you felt he would bring a smile to your face eventually and even more often deep, healing laughter that brought tears to your eyes and made you pull him into your lap for another round of kisses. Whatever the day outside your little apartment brought, you would always have Charlie to come home to, delightfully unpredictable, endearingly determined, endlessly in love with you.

#hope this is still good dude <3 #prompts.#charlie kelly x reader #charlie kelly #like these aren't all necessarily going to be sfw lol im just being self indulgent today an this is what i want SOOO... <3 #in love with charlies little fix it bag. hes got everything in there to cheer u up

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greene-rph · 3 years ago

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gilanares unreleased demo lyric starters

all of these are taken from the songs that gilanares has released (so far) in 2022 on her ‘unreleased demos’ soundcloud playlist. feel free to change pronouns/etc.

rag doll

i'm good at doing what i'm told.

tell me what you wanna hear and I'll repeat it back to you.

I've learned i'm easily controlled.

i'm moldable and malleable and that's what makes me valuable.

i give the people what they want.

i'm not really worth that much at all.

if it comes down to it hell ill even bleed for you until i run right out of blood.

i just wanna be your favorite.

i’ll do whatever you want.

i'm just a rag doll.

the truth is ugly

the truth is ugly.

it’s like being back in high school.

as i get a little older i can see things clearer.

i know that i don’t have to apologize to you.

i know that i don’t have to apologize to you but i kinda want to.

i know that when you knew me i wasn’t my best.

i just wanna put my past life to rest.

i always wanted more out of you and i'm sorry about that.

i put a lot of pressure on us

i want to get better, honest.

i wanted to get better, honest, but i didn’t know how to.

i know i had issues plenty

i hope you don’t resent me but it’s okay if you do

i never really meant to let you go.

i'm glad you’ve taken this time to grow.

i'm glad you’ve taken this time to grow cause I’ve done the same thing too.

the antagonist

you met me when i was the hero and stuck around long enough to watch it go up in flames.

you couldn’t handle it, watching me become the antagonist.

was it entertaining for you?

i'm just a scary story that got a bit too gory for your liking.

am i psyching you out?

call me the villain, call me a beast.

i'm the best of them though.

guess i put on a good show.

call me the villain, call me a beast, all that i can say is at least i'm the best of them.

i had you on the edge of your seat.

frostbite

the cold won’t kill me.

i’ve played your game and it’s a lost fight.

you love me with your fingers crossed, right?

you’re the reason i play dirty now.

you’re why i worry now.

you’re why i’ll be fucked up til i’m, like, thirty.

well at least no one can hurt me now.

you’ve put on quite a show.

you say you’re sorry, i don’t know if you mean it.

you killed me cause it was convenient, didn’t you?

maybe it’s my fault.

i don’t even remember what happened.

you killed me cause it was comedic, didn’t you?

it was funny and we were both laughing for a minute or two.

baby i’ve been going thru a lot

i've been going through a lot.

i've been going through a lot and thought that i shouldn't share.

i'm tired of having to tear myself apart.

hurting feels like home.

I don't what you to worry.

you know this shit's therapeutic.

it may not be pretty but won't you talk it all out with me?

out of all my fixations you are my favorite.

you are my favorite, even though sometimes I forget to say it.

i've been trying to teach myself to keep myself in check.

i'll sort everything out somehow.

the comedown

i used to love my lover.

i used to be off my face, like, all the time.

i'm too high to pay attention.

everything is boring.

you call, i ignore it.

i’m living in the past just to pass the time.

think i’m on the comedown.

i live off memories.

reality is dead to me.

i don’t want it.

#lyrics meme #gilanares meme #rp meme #lyric prompts #rp prompts #memes #our memes #**

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lin-nin · 4 years ago

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Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 8

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot: You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer: Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer: Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

Chapter 8: Introductions

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At some point in the journey, you had opened the curtains to the carriage windows, peering outside of them curiously. You knew you were well beyond your territory now. All the lands that sprawled outside were Techno’s, small farms and towns whipping by as you went. You weren’t entirely sure exactly how long the two of you had been traveling, but you knew you were beyond ready to get out and stretch. Your legs were growing restless, and you were sure it showed in how you shifted constantly beneath your blanket.

“We’ll be there soon. The capital isn’t too far off now, those are the outlying villages there,” Techno spoke up, glancing from the book in his lap. He pointed out the window, your gaze following the direction. Beyond the window stood a clearly more populated town. It seemed to flourish well. At least from what you could see.

“Good. I’m tired of being in here,” You nearly whined, leaning back some. He chuckled in response, returning his attention back to his book. The two of you had lapsed into silence some time ago, but it was welcome. You took the time to watch the landscape roll by. Now, though, you were just ready to get to the castle. You knew it was definitely gonna be eventful, though you weren’t entirely sure how eventful.

The scenery slowly morphed from the flourishing outer towns to that of the capital, buildings lining the cobbled streets. People were looking towards the carriage, clearly clamoring. Were they excited to see you? Or were they unhappy that it was you inside with Techno? You couldn’t gauge that from inside, and you weren’t sure you really wanted the answer. Not right now, at least. You sunk against the seat, closing your eyes and taking a slow breath. That similar nervousness was beginning to build in your stomach again.

“It won’t be too bad. They’re not scary.” Techno reassured you from his spot, closing his book and setting it aside. He glanced out of the window instead. You shifted, giving a small nod.

“It’s hard to not be nervous. You are the only person here I know,” you murmured. Your fingers curled into the blanket on your lap. Then they smoothed it over, repeating the motion several times. As if it were the most therapeutic thing there was right now. The castle was quickly coming into sight, and you nervously chewed on your lip. Was there anything about this place that wasn't intimidating?

As if to answer your question, the carriage lurched to a halt. No sooner than the carriage's stop, you could hear an almost overwhelming clamor outside of it. "Technoblade!" One voice had called out, clearly enunciating each syllable of his name. You turned to the aforem prince, raising an eyebrow.

Before he could even comment, a much louder voice was calling out, "Oi! Techno! Took you long enough to get here!" Were those both his brothers? He sighed, standing up to move towards the door.

"Might as well get it over with before they come in here themselves." He shook his head, opening the door and stepping down onto the stone beneath the carriage. He turned back towards the carriage and where you sat, holding out a hand to help you down. You had carefully moved the blanket away from your lap, moving towards the exit. Your hand was shaking, you realized, as you settled it into Techno’s. His fingers curled around your palm, grounding you slightly as you followed him down onto the path below. Once you had landed safely, his hand was withdrawing from yours. Much to your chagrin.

Your attention was forced away from Techno, instead to the small gathering of people who had been clearly waiting. Four of them stood there, and you really wanted to shrink away from them. It didn’t help that two of them were tall. Just like Techno. Were those his brothers? There were certainly some similarities between them.

“How was your trip?” One of the men said. He wasn’t as tall as the others, but he was clearly older. Blonde hair was held in a loose ponytail, quite similar to how Techno wore his. Just without the braids. His blue eyes were framed by the faintest hint of bags. He seemed… nice. Whoever he was, Techno hadn’t told you of him.

"It was fine. Philza, meet my fiancée," Techno motioned towards you. The man turned to you with a soft smile, offering his hand out for a shake. You very carefully took it, offering a soft smile.

"Lovely to meet you. I'm these boys's uncle." He let go of your hand as he spoke. At least he was relatively nice. It helped to soothe your nerves. Of course, it still didn't stop you from sticking to Techno’s side, almost literally. He was the most reassuring thing here.

"Those are my brothers," Techno grabbed your attention, pointing out the two tall ones.

"Wilbur," he identified one of them. He was the tallest of the group. If he had been closer, you undoubtedly would have had to crane your head back. He didn't have long hair, but it was instead kept short. Soft brown curls sat messily atop his head, a few trapped beneath a thin circlet. His brown eyes looked nothing short of tired. That seemed to be a theme among the family, but you didn't exactly question it. He raised his hand, waving at you.

"Pleasure." He inclined his head, and you could only blink. This was the man your parents assumed you would be marrying. He definitely held himself differently from Techno, so you could understand their rage.

"Nice to meet you, Wilbur." You were quick to greet, turning to look at the blonde one beside him. His hair was quite similar to Wilbur’s, just blonde instead of brunette. He bore quite the resemblance to Philza. Just younger and taller. Blue eyes looked at you excitedly, not nearly as exhausted looking as his family.

"Tommy." Techno gave Tommy a very pointed glare. Almost as if to tell him to behave.

"It's about time Techno got a wife," Tommy huffed. His voice was louder than Wilbur and Philza's. You had a feeling it could get louder if prompted. Heat rose to your cheeks at the statement, and you looked aside. You weren’t married to him yet.

"I'm Tubbo! Tommy's friend!" The shortest of the bunch greeted rather excitedly. He grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. He seemed kind, even with the ends of his brown locks covering his brown eyes. Techno had been right. They didn't seem too bad, and all around seemed nice. Hopefully you were able to form a friendship with them over time.

"Schlatt has been in a fit about needing you to come talk to him when you came back. I told him you would be busy, but he didn’t care to listen,” Philza spoke up once more, causing Techno to give perhaps the most irritated sigh you had heard.

“I don’t care about him. What does he even want?” Techno put a hand between your shoulders, gingerly steering you forward towards the castle. He walked alongside Philza, keeping his hand steady. You found solace in the touch, not caring to move away. You didn’t exactly want to get lost here.

“Same thing he wanted the past couple of weeks. Complaints about the marriage arrangement. You know he’s determined that this is the worst decision ever. It’s not, but he really has himself convinced it is,” Philza explained to Techno. You couldn’t help but frown at that. You had no idea who this Schlatt was, but he sounded somewhat important. He didn’t seem to like the idea of you being here, either.

“Hey, Tubbo,” Tommy’s voice rang from behind you. You hadn’t even noticed the other three following. That wasn’t exactly surprising, though.

“Yes, Tommy?”

“Have you ever tried telling your father to shut the fuck up?” You couldn’t help but snort at the words, head shaking. “Why’s he care who Techno marries?” There was a couple of seconds of silence following the questions.

“You know he’s kind of scary, Tommy. I’m the one who has to stay with him at the end of the day.” Tubbo sounded almost reluctant, and you peered over your shoulder to get a peek at him and the blonde.

“Remember what happened last time he spoke out, Tommy. We agreed that we wouldn’t have him do anything like that again,” Wilbur had spoken up, voice level and calm. He sounded like a voice of reason to the younger.

“I know, I just wish someone would shut him up. Maybe we should give Tubbo a room in the castle. Techno! Hey, Techno!” Tommy pondered out loud before calling to the man beside you. Quite loudly. That must have been what Techno meant when he said Tommy was obnoxious. You had tuned out of Techno and Philza’s conversation in favor of the one the other three had been having, but turned your attention to the men beside you. Especially since Tommy was relentlessly dragging them into this conversation instead.

Techno sighed, not even bothering to glance at his younger brother. He must be used to this. There was no telling how much this happened. “Yes, Tommy?”

“Could we give Tubbo a room here in the castle? So he doesn’t have to deal with shitty Schlatt?” Tubbo stammered as Tommy spoke, as if weakly protesting. He was largely ignored.

“I’m not king yet, Tommy. That isn’t my call. It probably won’t be for a while.” He reasoned, leading the blonde to frustratedly groan.

“Father never sides with me. Surely you can put a word in for poor Tubbo here.” You hardly paid attention to the shifting scenery around you, only distractedly noting the warm toned walls and tile floors. A touch nicer than your own castle, but somehow that wasn’t a surprise. You were more fond of listening to the siblings bicker back and forth between each other instead.

“Depends. Does Tubbo want a room in the castle?” All attention shifted to the aforementioned male, who seemed to sweat under the pressure.

“I, uh… I mean, I’m not entirely opposed to it, no. It would be nice to get away from him…” Tubbo murmured in uncertainty. Techno nodded, pausing in the middle of the room they had entered. Subsequently, his hand fell away from your shoulders and you immediately missed the warmth of his hand there. It had been comforting. Sure, it wasn’t as intimidating now that you knew four other people at least liked you. Yet you also knew there was one person, if not more, that weren’t entirely fond of you. Or the idea of you.

“Then I’ll speak to him about it. I’m sure we have a room to spare. Now, do you three intend to follow me? I would like to do a tour of the castle,” Techno turned to the three others. You glanced over towards Philza, who simply chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ll see you around, little one,” The older blonde said. He walked by you, gently patting your shoulder in reassurance as he walked up one of the sets of stairs winding around either side of the room.

“I’m going, Nihachu wants to see me for something anyways.” Wilbur didn’t say much, instead opting to just walk away. That was fine with you, honestly. You briefly watched him go down a hall to the left of the stairs, wondering who Nihachu was. You’d probably meet them sooner or later. There were a lot of people to meet, but there was time for that.

“Oh, you hear that Tubbo? Techno wants to be alone with his woman-” Tommy had began loudly, causing Techno to groan.

“Tommy-”

“Let’s give him some privacy. Behave yourselves, you two! Don’t do anything Quackity would do!” Tommy was already leaving, dragging Tubbo alongside him. Techno sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You really understood what he meant when he called Tommy obnoxious.

“Ignore him. He’s an idiot. Let’s just go, shall we?” He turned towards you. You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“He’s certainly a character. They all are,” You couldn’t help smiling fondly though. You knew you would grow to like them. They had, momentarily, squashed all stress and worry you had felt. Techno’s hand returned to your shoulder, moving you along the way to finally start the proper tour of the castle. Without Tommy breathing down your shoulders.

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