#ya they both have rings :] dont read into it

[astral-schools]

(manticore's) endgame

[drawlody]

My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

[wonkawinka]

we’ll meet again

“we’ll meet again… don’t know where, don’t know when…”

alastor x angel!daughter!reader

CHAPTER TWO: smile like you mean it!

— — CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!

warnings/notes: EPISODE 6 SPOILERS! not proof read, no use of y/n, used she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, maybe vaggie x reader and maybe emily x reader if you squint but its all platonic

chère- french for dear

remercier dieu- french for thank god

court reporter- someone who transcribes everything said during a court meeting

wc: 2336

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

ROLLER skates. flashy lights. bursting colors. street jazz at every corner. twists and turns.

NEW ORLEANS had it all. all you could need in your heart. soft, live jazz rung through the tiny diner that everyone got their morning coffee from. skating through the diner, you tipped your hat from one couple to another. there was the occasional (and by occasional you mean somewhat often) jerk who flirts with you, a teenager, but you brush it off.

ever since the stock market crash of 1929, people have been living off the hook ‘round these parts. you were lucky enough to snag a job, let alone have a father that's able to put food on the table for you.

the bell of the door rings exactly at 9:01 am, you don’t even need to turn around to check who it is.

“good mornin’ ladies! fine morning today, isn’t it?” alastor’s voice rang through the diner, sound waves bouncing the walls and into your ears. his presence was certainly not something anyone would miss. your coworkers nodded in agreement, saying their tiny welcomes, the occasional giggle for one of them.

pouring out straight black coffee into a medium sized cup, you skated towards the counter and slipped your dad a napkin and his cup.

“mornin’ papa.” you said with a smile, taking his coins and filing it into the register.

“good morning, my dear!” he said with his chipper smile, one that made the men grumble and ladies swoon, but it just made you happy to see your father happy. “day treating you well, i hope.”

he took the coffee and took a sip. a sound of satisfaction left his lips “perfection! you know me so well, chère.”

“pa, you drink the blackest coffee on earth. it’s not hard to mess up, dontcha think?”

“ah, don’t sass me now, little miss. i’ll have you know this is the best coffee i’ve had since yesterday mornin’!”

“i made that coffee yesterday morning.”

“hmmm, did you now? seems i dont remember…” he grinned teasingly, pushing up his glasses in ‘thought’.

“yeah, course ya’ dont, ya old man.” teasing back, slipping him a slice of pie “i know you didnt eat, pops, cant have ya flopping dead during your morning show. who knows, maybe the cannibal will getcha. then i’ll have to take over the show.”

he smirked at her words, ha, if only she knew.

“well, aren’t you the sweetest little thing?” he said, taking the to-go box from her hands.

“well, you raised me, so you tell me.” you smiled brightly

his laughter rang through the diner, and soon yours as their vocals mixed together in a medley of sounds. they nearly mixed together perfectly. nearly.

some people looked at you weirdly, but you both never really minded. everyone in town knew you were his daughter and everyone in town knew he was your father. the talk of the town, especially when people found out your father of all people adopted you all those years ago.

he smiled at you wholeheartedly, something you only get to receive from him. “thats my girl.” his hand cupped your face, thumb brushing against the skin.

you placed your hand on top of his and smiled. “love ya’, pa.”

“love you more, my dear.”

you patted his hand, signing him to let go. “now shoo, before you’re actually late. you got an audience waiting for you all ‘round the area. can’t have them sitting for too long, hm?”

with a tip of his head, he bidded you and the ladies of the diner farewell, grabbing his coffee and pie, slipping out the door.

one of your coworkers called out your name “hunny, you better help a girl out! is your fatha’ up for grabs?” she giggled, winking at you.

“oh hush, lonnie! that's my dad..!”

——————— PRESENT.

“OH, don’t worry, it’s really not that hard! you just flip the book and let them in! see? simple.” st. peter directed you to the golden podium of the pearly white gates.

“are you sure i’m even allowed to do this? look.. i’m happy to help. i just don’t wantcha to get in trouble with the Seraphims.” you floated down onto the podium, scanning the big book of entries.

“it wouldn’t be for long! thank you so much, by the way. you really are heaven’s little helper, huh?” he elbowed you and gave that big smile he had. it was almost blinding. literally.

“haha, yeahhh… if you say so.” you turned and flipped through the pages for what seemed to endlessly go on.

“who names their kid breakfast?”

“now, now, we dont go and judge what those humans name their offspring!” he placed his two hands on your shoulders in reassurance. you cock an eyebrow at his word choice, but next thing you know hes already flying off to do who knows what. ‘saintly duties.’

“huh.” you continued to flip through the pages to examine the very odd name choices, nodding at some and… skipping through others.

minutes, maybe even hours went by until sudden echoes from down the golden pathway filled your ears. they shoot up in reaction to the newfound sound.

“uhhh, heelloooo? helloooo!” the blonde hair girl called out

“hiya!,” you call out , “how may i help ya’? well, getting into heaven i guess, huh?” you laughed at yourself, watching the girl’s nerves calm down a bit. behind her was a recognizable individual. you know, it nearly looked like vagg—

“OH— uh, uh, uh— hello! my name is charlie morningstar. heh.”

“alright, lets see…” you flipped through the alphabetized record only to find every name known to man BUT a charlie morningstar.

panic fills your core when you cant find it, scanning the page over and over and over again to no avail.

“uhhhh, you see, slight problem, hun...” you start, throwing in a name to ease her name. “i, uhm, can’t find your name… but you know! the trek all the way to the uh, other place, is a long way. maybe i can like… sneak ya’ in—”

“OH, no, no, THAT won’t be necessary. uh— see, my dad got me this meeting, so maybe try lucifer… morningstar..”

THAT CERTAINLY RANG A BELL.

“OH, uh.. uhuh.” you nod “i see.” you nod quicker. your eyes darted to the gray haired girl who looked at you with the same tense expression.

“i think there may have been a, um..” you put your hands together “mishap… but i am SURE it is a just BIG misunderstanding, haha!”

a mighty voice called out to you, one that could shake all of heaven’s foundation.

“remercier dieu…” you say, quite literally.

“don’t worry, we can take it from here.” sera’s voice reassured, the normal call smile present on her face. you bowed your head in respect which she kindly returns.

behind her was an excited emily which shot you an ecstatic wave. her smile was about to explode with happiness which only grew more as she approached charlie, the princess of hell.

st. peter pops out of nowhere and of course, starts singing his welcome song.

see, you didnt think it was bad, it was quite good, but hearing it over and over again for the past century really takes a toll on your ears.

after his musical number, em is basically ready to explode into a pile of rainbows and sparkles. “oh, oh! i gotta show you! the zoo, the petting zoo, the aquarium, the- the EVERYTHING!”

her and charlie jump for joy as they start running off.

“oh come on, do we need to ru— yEUP okay.” you’re dragged along the crossfire, em tugging on your wrist.

you catch a glimpse of adam and lute. they did not seem… very ecstatic.

hm.

“em. emily. emmy. e.” you bring her to the stop. her happiness was contagious, a sickness, her happiness basically flooding into your veins.

“i know you’re excited, sugar,” you start, “but maybe, i show them their room first. how's that sound?”

with some reluctance, emily allows you to guide the two girls to their temporary room.

“here, let me get that—” with an easy spell you learned, you pick up their bags weightlessly.

“follow me, i’ll show ya your room.”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

on the way there, you’re bombarded with questions from the princess. not that you were complaining of course, you found it quite endearing.

“wow, your sprinkles have RAINBOWS in them?!”

“yup, those are just rainbow sprinkles,” you chuckle lightly at her innocent excitement, “so.. about this hazbin hotel you were talkin’ about, mrs. morningstar…”

“oh, please, call me charlie!”

“charlie,” you smiled ,”i really do love the idea. quite innovative! you have my support. do you already have people staying?”

“oh, we only have.. two residents. but we do have lovelt staff! we have a maid.. nifty, she’s harmless, most of the time.. and a bar-tender, husker, he’s great, grumpy, but great! vaggie, my lovely girlfriend keeps the hotel safe,” she smiles brightly at her partner, “oh, and our host, alastor! he’s uh.. the radio demon, BUT HE MEANS WELL! i think.”

the name rung in your mind, bouncing off the walls and causing them to shoot jolts through your head. it was like a migraine, but worse. radio demon. it was strikingly familiar resemblance to your father (father?), but who knows! there are probably many alastors that loved radio.

“i see,” you nod, “well i wish you luck on the growth of your hotel.” you opened the entrance of there room and landed their bags perfectly in the corner.

“wow, okay, i LOVE heaven! everythings so clean and nice! AHH, and emilys going to bring me to a zoo where everythings fluffy and soft!” you zone out the rest of their conversation before charlie bids her goodbye.

“safe travels, charlie.” you bow your head in respect, earning a giggle from the princess.

“thank you sososososo much for your help! heh, alright SEE YOU LATER!”

silence filled the room.

“vaggie.” you started, not bothering to around and fully face her. “knew that was you, cant hide from me under all that hair. looks good, though.”

“uhhhhhhhhhhh—” she says your name in a frantic manner, causing you to cock your eyebrow “ah, fuck, i can’t think of an excuse.”

“look, vaggie, i dont know.” you sigh “you disappear for your ‘yearly outing’ to god knows where then you go missing for years, now you come back to be dating lucifer’s daughter.”

“i know, i’m so—“

“no no, don’t apologize. i get it. im happy for ya, vags, but damn, years. i dont know what you do on that one day, but adam and lute didnt seem very happy when they saw ya today.” pinching the bridge of your nose, you turned to her.

“look, adam tried recruiting me to god knows what when you went missing. said i got good aim or something. im just telling ya to be smart. i got no idea what he was trying to do with me, so im telling ya’ to not give in to that prick. i’ll be at todays meeting; i work as the court reporter.”

she pondered your statement for a bit, snapping out of her thoughts once you handed her the room key. you offered her a smile, which she hesitantly returned.

“ah, come on, smile like you mean it! though a smile may not mean everything, you’re never fully dressed without one.” that phrase rang in vaggie’s ears. that was oddly familiar.

a little too familiar.

it was your time to bid farewell, but before you did, she called out to you.

“thank you.”

“ah, don’t mention it. we’re friends, arent we?”

and with that you shut the door.

— — — — — — — — — — —

SCRIBBLING. writing. swirls of ink as you titled the paper in preparation. COURT ISSUE 36789127. it made you think, whos counting all these issues?

“WHAT’S UUUP, BA-BY!” the annoying ring of adam’s voice filled the court room. he was like a toddler, ironic as he is the oldest human soul known to mankind. he was mankind. a sick joke for it too.

every little thing he said you were required to write down, even if it was a dumb, immature response.

“we are gathered here today to determine whether or not a soul in Hell, can be redeemed into heavenly realm by the means of this Hazbin Hotel… Princess Morningstar?”

the blonde takes a stand and clears her throat,

“Webster’s Dictionary defined redemption as—”

you scribbled that down.

“..incredible progress..”

scribble.

“… the porn demon …!”

scribble.

“well, if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into Heaven?”

that puts a halt in the discussion, causing you to lift your head and wait for an answer. she had a point. how did you get here in the first place?

a copy of adam’s terms were presented to your table: act selfless, don’t steal, stick it to the man.

well damn, if those were the terms, even your father (father?) would be in heaven, right now.

evidence was presented, words have been thrown, objections were made. the endless back and forth of right and wrong being thrown around the courtroom. not even the written word could convey the thick tension lathering the walls of the heavenly court.

all the evidence weights to charlie’s side, and yet, the judges say otherwise.

“wait, none of you know what gets someone into Heaven?”

this sparks a musical entrance from emily which you would say was surprising, but you would be lying to yourself.

good thing i took band and choir you thought. perfect pitch came in handy as you noted every chord and pitch in your work.

at this point, you were ready to combust. it was clear who won but the rulers of heaven seemed adamant to keep it from happening. it was suspicious, ironic even.

“..don’t you care, sera…”

scribble.

“..just because someone was dead..”

scribble.

“he blew the shot like the cocks in his…”

scribble.

“..come down and exterminate you..”

your quill snaps in half as you look up from your paper. extermination.

murder.

genocide.

from heaven itself.

[navybrat817]

OMG NAVYYY HII HOW ARE YA😭😭😭 ever since i watched seb's scene in ghosted ive been so... well... there's no way to say this diplomatically but anyways it got me thinking- you know god spends a lot of time waiting.. for his targets or sum shit.. he must get... bored(wink wink) ya know??? so maybe sometimes his gf comes along with him.. to keep him company.. in that car😏😏😏 and i dont think i need to say anything else you can work ur magic✨✨✨

ANYWAYS BYE LOVE YOU ❤️

Not too bad, nonnie! Hope you're well and hope you enjoy this.

Gentle Sin

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: You keep God company. Word Count: Over 1.05k Warnings: S/mut, c/ockwarming, p/ossessive behavior, talk of v/iolence, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Um. This was unexpected! Happy Sinday, lovelies? 🔥 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It wasn't unusual for God to hide in vehicles or other places to track and collect whatever criminal or individual he was responsible for. The private agent possessed a certain level of patience suited for his job. It didn't mean he always enjoyed waiting, even when the payoff was more than enough. Which is why you were only half surprised when you got a message to meet him in the back of some random car.

"Come keep my cock warm, Angel."

It wasn't a suggestion and his demands weren't something for you to ignore.

"You know one of the things I love about you? You act as if this isn't where you belong, but your pussy knows exactly who she belongs to."

Fucking traitor.

You breathed in and out slowly through your nose as two of his fingers slid across your tongue. He hardly spoke a word when you showed up in the darkened parking lot, both of you careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves as you shuffled around in the backseat. He didn't have to tell you to lose the panties. They were gone the moment he reached out. 

"Did you know there are two main reasons why it's painful for people to wait for things?" he asked, changing the subject.

Loves the sound of his own voice.

"Mmm," you replied, unable to say anything with his fingers pushing deeper into your mouth. What would he do if you bit them? You could figure that out another day.

"One reason is the unknown. They don't know what's coming and they can't stand it," he said, rolling his hips beneath you. Your warm pussy didn't seem to distract him from his mission, the gun in his other hand ready for him to use. "The other is dealing with something they don't want to deal with in the first place."

You moaned when he brought his mouth to your neck and dragged it along your skin, the light scratch from scruff bringing goosebumps to the surface. Every sound you made, every clench of your wet walls fueled his ego. The sin he carved into you was gentle in comparison to the wrath you knew he unleashed on others.

You were special in his eyes. 

"You think you know what's coming, Angel, but I have a surprise for you," he said as he removed his fingers.

"And what's that?" you asked, wondering if he planned on using his ring tonight. "Me coming on your cock and you coming inside me? Not much of a surprise."

Was it too much to admit you loved how he filled you to the brim? That you craved when he spilled hot and thick inside you and claimed every inch of you as his? But you carried power, too. Your cunt did wonders on this man and it was a weapon you enjoyed wielding.

He brought his wet fingers under your skirt with a grunt, seeking out your clit with an expert touch. You didn't have to see the smirk on his face when you arched your back to know it was there. It was a look engraved in your mind the moment he made you his. "That's not the unknown. We already knew the night would end like that because I always get you off."

Cocky bastard. I get you off, too.

"Then what is it?" you asked, whimpering as he teased your bundle of nerves. Your essence soaked the curls as the base of his cock at this point as he tapped the glass with the gun. 

"Your ex-boyfriend skipped bail," he answered, his voice softer and deeper than before. "I don't have to tell you his name and I better not hear you say it."

You managed not to shriek when he pinched your clit, a ripple of pleasured pain causing your toes to curl. You knew exactly who he was talking about and it was one of the reasons he was your ex. Funnily enough you'd end up with someone who is both worse and better. "God, is that why you wanted me here?"

He had no lesson to teach you because you did nothing wrong.

"Partially why. You'll worship no one else before me and I want you to remember that," he said, tapping the glass again like he wasn't playing you like a finely tuned instrument. You wanted to point out you didn't even know the bounty hunter when you dated your ex, but you bit your tongue. "And I have to wonder if I'll shoot my load into you before or after I shoot him."

Was he going to kill him for merely skipping bail? Wasn't he supposed to bring him in alive? Why did the thought scare you and turn you on?

You gripped his arm for purchase when your body began to shake. During one of his ramblings to you, he mentioned he attuned his senses to everything around him. The orgasms he pulled from you proved that and you understood where some of his confidence came from at least. He also knew how to keep you on the edge without sending you over. 

God, just let me finish. 

"My beautiful, wet angel. Does that get you off? Knowing I want to shoot someone just because they touched you?" he lightly taunted, pressing an affectionate kiss against your shoulder. "Wasn't the tune you sang when I shot your partner, but I changed that, didn't I?"

"Don't talk about him," you snapped.

"Still sore about me doing my job?"

You shut your mouth. You couldn't fault him for that, but it was bad enough you willingly slept with the guy who killed your partner. Would good sex ease your guilty conscience?

"Well, your ex has no idea what's going to happen and he doesn't want to face his crimes. Too fucking bad," he said, pulling his fingers away as you teetered on the edge. "And I want him to see what it's like for a god to take you apart. I want him to see you're mine now. Then I'll take him in. After shooting him for good measure."

He shoved his fingers back in your mouth before you could respond. 

"That's it. Taste your sin on my fingers. Plenty more where that came from before the night is through."

I couldn't help myself! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[obeyme-and-myfics]

Prompt: Y/N had a nightmare and asks comfort

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor (I can do the others later but this one is for the brothers)

✨🌸Fluff🌸✨

Y/N is going to be gender neutral to the best of my abilities. They/Them Pronouns, and I’m going to try and avoid gendered descriptors <3

TW/CW: Not describing what was in the nightmare but if that ambiguity bothers you and makes your mind spiral please don’t read and have a wonderful night, 

Part 1(here) | Part 2

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Y/N jolted upright, holding their chest as it felt as if their heart would run away. They tried to calm their breathing and their thoughts, unable to shake the horrors their subconscious cruelly subjected them to. They took some deep breaths and manage to calm themself enough to look at the time. They squinted as their D.D.D lights up and the numbers display on the screen. It was late. They wondered if it may be too late to ask for comfort from someone. Taking another deep breath both to sooth their shaky hands and for some courage, they opened their contacts to make a phone call.

Lucifer

Y/N tapped on Lucifer’s Name and called him, shakily bringing the phone to their ear. It rings for only a few moments before Lucifer picked up but in those moments it felt like it was taking ages for him to answer.

“Y/N what are you doing up so late?” the raven haired demon sighed out, clearly a bit disappointed that the human he was in charge of appeared to be refusing to sleep.

They smiled a bit in relief, happy that he actually picked up. Though they guessed as much seeing as he normally was up in the late hours of the night in his study, completing paperwork and such.

“Hello? Have you called me by accident..?” he muttered almost to himself, bringing them back out of their head.

“Sorry..” Y/N sighed, their lip quivering a bit as they remembered the dream they endured, “I um.. this is really embarrassing but I had a nightmare and I dont want to be alone...” their voice was soft and trembling as they spoke, trailing of into nothing.

Lucifer paused for a moment before speaking once again, “I see. I have a lot more work to do but if you’d like you may come sit with me,” his voice no longer had any trace of disappointment but instead it was replaced by a hint of concern and pity.

“I’d like that..” they smiled and stood up carefully.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked, we’ll speak again when you get here,” he hangs up, leaving Y/N to eagerly make their way to his side.

Mammon

Y/N didn’t hesitate to tap Mammon’s number and press call. Sure he was very very scummy kind of scummy, but this was something even he couldn’t screw up, and considering his not so secret, very fucking obvious top secret fondness for them he would likely be more than happy to provide the comfort they were searching for.

"Its a little late to be asking me to give your money back don'tcha think?" he spoke, sleep still infecting his voice. He clearly was still half asleep by the sound of his voice, not to mention he also had misread the contact name

"Mammon..." they sighed, laughing a little.

"Y/N??? Did they take you as collateral??" he was fully awake and panicked now, “shit. I read the name wrong nevermind.. hold up, why're ya calling me so late?" he sounded a little suspicious.

"Oh.. well," they paused, broken from the momentary distraction that was Mammon's little mistake, "I was hoping you could hang out with me until I go back to sleep.." their voice was quiet and slow.

"Eh? Why would I do that? Did you have a bad dream?" he mocked playfully and sounded like he was smirking

They stood corrected, he definitely could screw this up, "I did actually... nevermind, just forget I asked," Y/N's voice cracked and tears began to form in the corners of their eyes. They clicked the red hang up button faster than Mammon could respond.

They turned over in their bed, wrapping their blankets around them and sniffling. A frown creeping its way onto their lips and a lump forming in their throat. They jumped at the sound of someone's footsteps rapidly approaching, quickly followed by a frantic knocking.

"Y/N! Why'd you have to go and hang up. I was only joking!" Mammon attempts to pardon himself, only receiving silence in return.

The human in question had rolled over and was staring at the door, no, glaring at the demon just beyond it.

"shit.." he huffed out, "fine. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

They sighed in defeat, not in the mood to be as petty as they’d like to be, "fine, come in."

The door nearly slammed open as Mammon eagerly enter the room. He shut the door before speaking up again with a cocky smile plastered on his features.

"The great Mammon will have you cozy and back to sleep in no time"

Leviathan

Y/N stared at Levi's contact for a while debating on whether they should call him or not. He might be busy with his Otaku things like calling Ruri-Chan or something in that same vein that'd only be available for a limited amount of time. Yet again he could just be watching anime or playing a game that he could easily pause and pick back up later. They took a deep breath and called him anyway despite their initial apprehension. It rings a few times before he picked up but Y/N let out a sigh of relief as he did.

"Y/N," he whined out their name obnoxiously, I say this lovingly of course- they didn't mind of course, they were just glad he picked up, "I was totally just getting to the best part of the show,"

"Sorry.." they sighed, a sheepish smile forming before swiftly being stolen by the realization they have to explain why they even called.

"Wait.. You're not usually up this late," his voice softened with concern

"Yeah. That's actually why I called you. I had a nightmare and I was hoping we could hang out until I fall back asleep.." they explained, fiddling with the covers with their free hand.

"WHAAAAAA-" there was a crash that sounded like Levi had just fallen out of his chair, "woah you have to be playing some prank on me! There's no way you'd call a loser like me for something like that.." his loud tone gradually lost its momentum as he continued speaking.

"Levi," they pinched the bridge of their nose and let out an exasperated sigh, "can I come to your room or not?"

"You're totally serious?!" he sounded a bit excited, "this is just like one of those romance manga I read," he began going of a cute rant about the manga.

Y/N smiled a little as they listen intently the whole way to his room, the rant of course continuing past the walk when they arrived at their destination.

Satan

Y/N hovered their finger over Satan's contact momentarily before calling him. They were a bit unsure of whether he'd be the right person to call but decided that it would be fine. They waited impatiently, rocking their body back an forth gently.

"Hello?" Satan answered the phone, his externally calm demeanor reassuring them it was safe.

"Hey Satan.. Sorry about calling so late," they sighed out apologetically.

"I'm sure you had a good reason, so its fine,” he paused for moment and there was a shuffling sound, "now what is it you need? Is some ignoramus bothering you?"

"Well I guess you could say that,” Y/N laughs, "I mean isn't a nightmare just your own brain bothering you?"

"A nightmare? You had a bad dream? I heard that humans tend to seek comfort after such occurrences but I never thought You'd come to me for comfort," he chuckled a little, amused and flattered you'd call him over his bothers.

"So.. can I come to your room to hang out until I fall asleep?"

"Ah.. no, I'll come to you," he hangs up, leaving them alone again for the time being.

He was so smart but emotionally? He had a bit of trouble being aware of how his actions made others feel. Of course Y/N knew he was coming and it wouldn't be long but they really were hoping he'd stay on the call until he got to their room. They sighed and walked over to their door, opening it and waiting eagerly. Satan finally arrived and they hugged him tightly and unexpectedly, dragging him into the room. They released him briefly only to shut the door.

"So why did you want to come to my room, I could've walked?" they stared at him curiously, but already had a bit of an idea.

"I thought it would anger Lucifer more if I came here," his smile turned to a sly smirk,

"Of course that's why," Y/N sighs, letting out a little giggle.

"Of course I'm mostly here to cheer you up but I can hit two birds with one stone this way."

Asmodeus

Y/N tapped Asmo's number as soon as they opened their contacts, hoping he'd be understanding enough to forgive them for ruining his beauty sleep tonight. They listened patiently for an answer.

"Y/N," Asmo whined at them, "why're you calling so late I can't have bags under my eyes! My beauty is on the line here.." he pulled out the dramatics with ease.

They smiled a little, "yeah sorry about that... Uhm.." their smile faded a little "I was actually hoping you'd keep me company tonight becau-"

"Oh?~" Asmo's voice became low and seductive as he interrupted Y/N.

"Asmo not like that!" they felt their cheeks heating up, "I was gonna say because I had a nightmare. I just want to hang out until i fall back asleep," they huffed, pinching the bridge of their nose.

"Ah! you're so cute, Y/N. Of course you can come to my room," he sounded excited.

"are you sure? I'm not bothering you right?"

"Of course not now hurry and get over here so I can kiss your face all over~"

They just knew he was winking at his phone in that moment before hanging up. They already felt better after that call. Y/N grabbed their phone and put their slippers or socks idk you do you me too boo and hurried off to the beautiful demon's lair

Beelzebub

Y/N called Beel up, knowing he'd likely be up raiding the fridge. They hummed in satisfaction as they could hear his ringtone from the kitchen just as they expected. They also heard him smack into something in his hurry to answer the phone.

"Hey," he spoke, muffled due to the food he hadn't managed to swallow yet.

"Hey Beel," Y/N spoke softly "I know its really late but do you think we can hang out until I go back to sleep?"

"Mhm," he agreed without hesitation or question.

"That went smoother than expected.." they mumbled to themself, momentarily forgetting about being on the phone.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll meet you in the kitchen," they hung up and headed to the kitchen quickly.

When they got there Beel was still shoveling food into his mouth. He stops for a second to turn to them with a grin. He looked so excited to eat the entire food supply in the house for the fifth time this week I SAY WITH LOVE. They sat on the counter patiently waiting for him to be done.

"Lucifer is gonna be mad you know," they stated playfully

"I was hungry.." he said bluntly, "besides he'd be mad that you're up so late."

"Yeah, but I can't help it this time! I had a really bad nightmare.." they whispered sheepishly.

"So that's why you wanted to hang out," he stood upright, finally having ate everything in the fridge.

The silence sat for a bit too long as Y/N fiddled with the hem of their shirt as Beel turned and pulled them in and off the counter for a hug, careful enough not to break them but it was still a tight hug. Their feet never touched the ground as he lifted them up.

"Let's go back to sleep now," the tall ginger said happily, satisfied with carrying them away like a child hugging their teddy bear.

Belphegor

Y/N hesitated to call Belph, considering he could get a bit grumpy when he got woken up earlier than he had to. They sighed and shrugged off their worries and called him up. They waited as the phone rings for a long few seconds, their patience quickly running low.

"Y/N.. What do you need?" a gravelly, and tired voice yawned out.

"Well I-" they began but were swiftly cut off by Belph

"You had a bad dream didn't you?" he guessed with painful accuracy.

They grew silent, embarrassed by how easily he guessed that, "...yeah," they sighed in defeat.

"I knew it!" he chuckled smugly "I have those sometimes too," he sighed.

"Sorry.. can we hang out until we fall back to sleep?"

"Hmm.. fine but I'm not coming to you, you have to come here."

"Okay, up in the attic?" there was a soft snoring coming from Belphie's end, "Belph??"

"Ah.. I fell asleep. Come up to the attic."

Y/N sighed, a small smile decorating their features as they got ready and headed up to Belph's room. When they arrived they found him already passed out again.

[themoodyestj]

hi, I would like to talk about dehumanization, which is a form of moral disengagement. it means redefining the target of violence and prejudice and making them seem less human (that is, less civilized or less sentient) than other people. this is a tactic used a lot by politicians against minorities. but also, it is something that happens in day-to-day life, every time someone reduces another human being to a single characteristic, especially a negative one, they are dehumanizing. “Alcoholic,” “bimbo,” “fake,” even positive ones “handsome,” “badass,” “cutie,” all rob people of the full complexity of their lives. and this happens all the time with celebrities, we tend to forget that they are people just like us and we reduce them to one thing, and we view them as that thing only. you are dehumanizing both Jensen and Danneel by treating them like they are your personal soap opera.

Hm....

These are just a few examples, over the course of less than one week. Glass ceilings... Stones... Ring a bell? So tell me anon, when fans asked Jared to commit suicide, wasnt that dehumanizing? When i get hateful message after hateful message just for expressing a dislike? That's fair game? The concept is very simple: If you dont like it, dont read it. Now stop with the cheap patronizing messages, its getting so boring. Celebrities are different, actually. They're real people, obviously, but what they sell us is not who they are, it's the image they like to portray. They're a product, hence why they brand as something. I may like or not like that product. I may criticize that product. If they go to a Con and make a fool out of themselves, I can criticize the product they created and its not dehumanizing. If they take credit for something they did not do, I have the right to call them for it. I am allowed to not like a celebrity and what they represent. This is the image they portray, out in the open. They actually like the gossip, it's clout. Sometimes even negative publicity is still publicity. Only a delulu AA would think that the people that they show to be is what they actually are. They're not your friends, honey. They don't give a crap about you. They like the money you help them earn.

Just stay out of the high horse, will ya? It's too tall for you, honey.

[jordie-gvf]

rum raisin part one, danny wagner

summary : what happens when you meet your favorite rockstar at an ice cream shop? will it turn into something more?

there will be a part two!

pairing : danny wagner x fem!reader

warnings : fluff, other than that i dont think there is any!

word count : 1.2k+

After you had eaten dinner, you had a hankering for some ice cream. After you cleaned up from dinner and put all your dishes away, you grabbed your keys and put the leash on the dog. 

You lived in downtown Nashville, so you walked almost everywhere you went. As soon as you stepped outside your apartment building, you and Nala set out to get your ice cream.

You walked about two blocks until you saw the bright green sign reading, Pop’s Creamery. Thankfully, dogs were allowed inside, so you and Nala both walked into the small shop. There was a man in front of you, long curly hair cascading down his back.

You had your head down, looking at Nala when he turned to you. You kept looking at Nala as he spoke, “You can go ahead of me, I have no idea what I’m getting.”

You knew that voice from anywhere. Daniel Wagner was in front of you, at a locally owned ice cream shop. 

You slowly lifted your head and opened your mouth to talk, only nothing came out. You sat there, mouth hung open. 

“Fan, I take it?” 

“Hi, yes. I don't mind waiting, you can order.”

He smiled at you and said, “Well, what do you get here?”

“Rum raisin in a dish with wet walnuts, it's an acquired taste.”

“All right, two rum raisins in a dish with wet walnuts it is.”

You smiled at him, getting your order. You scooted in front of him while he ordered, ready to treat your favorite rockstar to an ice cream. 

“That’ll be $12.95, cash or card?”

You told her card and put your card in the terminal. He had his back turned while you paid, so he couldn't see you pay for his ice cream. He got back up from petting Nala and saw you take your card out of the terminal. 

“Hey! I would've paid! For the both of us, how much,” he asked, grabbing his wallet. You shook your head and went to walk to a booth to sit by yourself, “You're a busy man, it's the least I could do. Bye Danny, it was nice to see you.” 

You turned away from him, going to sit outside with Nala. As you were approaching the door, you heard him say, “I never caught your name!”

You turned back around, “Y/N. It’s Y/N,” you let out a little smile and went outside. You sat at the table that overlooked the city. You saw the beautiful Nashville skyline. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't notice the bell ring on the door. 

Nala got up and walked towards the stranger, grabbing your attention. “Hey, Nala. Where ya goin, silly?” you asked her. You looked up at the stranger, meeting Danny’s eyes. 

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I’d love to get to know you.” he asked you, not taking no for an answer and sitting across from you. 

“So Y/N, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a server at Tootsies, if you go there you might've seen me before.” 

“Tootsies, huh? I'll make sure to go there from now on.” 

You had to keep your cool, you could not freak out in front of him. “If I didn't know any better I'd think you'd be flirting with me, Daniel.”

“Is it working?” 

You smirked at him and kept your mouth shut, not giving him the satisfaction. 

By the time you and Danny had finished talking, it was 9:30 PM. Your neighbor had texted you, asking you where you were, she hadn't seen you come back yet.

“Well Danny, I hate to do this to you, but I have to get back home, I open tomorrow,” you said, standing up and sliding your chair in. He stood up at the same time you did and asked, “That's all right, I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Oh no, I walked here.”

“You walked here?!”

You nodded and said, “Yeah, I live a few blocks away.”

“Let me drive you, you bought me ice cream, I can’t let you walk home by yourself.”

“I have Nala. Danny, seriously it's not a problem.” 

“Y/N, I will not let you walk home. Come on, cars this way.”

He grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers together. You were holding hands with Daniel Wagner, walking through the parking lot of an ice cream parlor.

You saw the familiar black corvette, Danny walking in front of you to open the door for you and Nala.

You thanked him for opening the door and sat down in the seat, Nala sitting on the floor below you. He got in the drivers side and started the car, rolling down the windows and turned the radio on. Metallica blared through the speakers, startling you. 

He apologized for the volume and then turned it down, “Where to, Cinderella?” You told him the street and the name of your apartment building, buckling your seatbelt and pet Nala to calm her down. 

He drove off in the direction of your apartment after buckling his seatbelt. He pulled into the parking garage and drove up to the sixth level, parking in a spot close to the entrance and turning the car off. You opened the door and let Nala out first, then stepped out onto the concrete.

“Thanks again, Danny. I appreciate the drive home,” you said and shut the car door, walking towards the door leading into the apartments.

“I’m walking you in, lead the way.” 

You walked down the long hallway, seeing your neighbors outside setting their trash out. You said hi to everyone, asking them how their days went. 

Danny was behind you, so you couldn't see the smile that your kindness put on his face. You stopped outside your apartment, 423 and turned to look at him. You thanked him once again and asked if you could give him a hug, not knowing if you'd ever see him again. 

He welcomed you with open arms and rocked the two of you back and forth. He left a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled away.

“I have to get going sweetheart but it was nice meeting you, by far one of my favorite nights I’ve had this week,” he said, smiling at you while you put the dog inside the house. 

You could see the gears turning behind his head, so you asked, “anything else?” 

“Yeah, actually. The entire night, you never asked me for a picture. Usually, that's the first thing people ask for. You paid for my ice cream and then talked to me, you made me feel human, so thank you”

You smiled at him and gave him another hug, wanting to cherish this moment forever. You pulled away from him and got teary eyed. 

“Don’t cry. You'll see me again soon. Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye Danny.”

He turned around and walked down the hallway, going back to his car. You opened your front door and closed and locked it. You put your back up against the door and grabbed your phone from your back pocket.

NO ONES POV:

Y/N slid down her door with her phone in her hand, opening it and going to her text messages. She opened her groupchat with all her friends that she had met online and told them about the last four hours of her life.

Danny had been in his car, engine idling, in his group chat with his band members, telling them about the last four hours of his life.

Coincidently, they had both sent the same exact message, 

You’ll never guess who I just met.

baby taglist : @fallonfatality @hellowgoodbye @indigofallingsky

[pineappleparfaitie]

(Originally this was shorter but i got so mad while typing i just went on, the following is just some of my frustrations over the recent shit thats happened in this community)

The hypocrisy i have been seeing in the sfw vore community is fucking SAD

Im sorry i ranted abt this yesterday but it hasnt gotten better

Youre telling me we will yell st NSFW blogs who dont read our bios,dni's, pinned posts and tags and say how they are doing harm and they neee to read every little thing

But if a sfw vore blog reblogs NSFW and doesn't check all the biosxall the pinned posts,tags ect its a mistake?

You arent exposing minors into the NSFW space, instead you are exposing them to NSFW content

We will nag and complain and WHINE about gross nsfw stuff on our TL, how these blogs interact with us, vent about how uncomftrable it makes us but when someone we know does it its ok its not the worst thing!Not like minors still saw NSFW stuff!Not like someome actively has multiple friends that are minors and then puts these kids in danger by rebloging this content!Totally.

Stick to your morals, if it applies to 1 scenario it applies to everyone

And COMMUNICATION GUYS

Communication is a thing. DMS . Istg some people never watched stuff relating to the Art commentary community OR ANY COMMENTARY VIDEO cause youd THEN know how to compile evidence, how to focus less on personal gripe amd more on objective facts and know how tf to present shit.

But most importantly? KEEP SHIT PRIVATE. IF you confront the person on their poor behaviour privetly, and they still keep it up, THEN maybe shed light on it. But dont make stupidly formed "callouts" that make 0 sense unless you reread it. No one is going to listen to evidence if you cant even present it properly. And dont make claims of ableism with no elaboration other than a few personal views. And also dont say "this person said this about me" without showing screenshots.

Oh and while im at it-

Dont.Make.Threats and PETTY INSULTS to people. That shit is VILE unless the person is a convicted criminal and an actual monster making death threats,torture threats, eishes of harm sooo fucking casually is BEYOND INSAINE. And if these people are YOUR friends, you should tell them off not some people who hardly know them. Your friends behaviour will reflect poorly on you.

This shit has been so poorly handled by both sides ,1 cant present evidence or a callout (WHICH SHOULDNT HAVE EVEN HAPPENED) and the other refuses to acknowledge any wrong doing and believes they are inncoent and havent done harm and focus more on them than the minors they put st risk.

Oh and btw ya i was one of the people exposed to NSFW blogs and shit due to this whole confuckle. Harm and discomfort was done. IM an example.

I am more mad at the anon and disappointed at the other person at the end of this.

We know who this person is- most of the community does and WE know they meant no real harm. But other blogs dont know that and people have already been contacted by 18+ blogs telling them they arent safe and AT THIS POINT I DONT BLAME THEM BUT STILL ISNT FUN. ITS NOT FUN FOR HORNDOGS TO COME TO YA AND SAY WEIRD SHIT TO YA OR HOW YOU ARE DISGUSTING CAUSE SOMEONE YOU TRUSTED CANT CHECK DNI'S!

This is AGAIN being treated as drama. Always Drama. Not only is someones reputation being hurt and damaged because of poor wording,poor choices ect but minors are being harmed.

And I know im going to be told im blowing things out of proportion, im aware.

But if we throw such a fucking PISS FIT over NSFW blogs even LIKING our posts, why cant we criticise friends and moots who also put us in danger?

Intent is important to consider, but your action will ring louder than words.

Do better. Stop saying minors being harmer is drama. Stop saying were taking things too seriously, stop saying this shit.

GOD

I dont believe btw this person (one who has a callout made on them) is a bad person i would still love to be on good terms eith them and stay moots/friends but it becomes difficult when you see how they react to putting you at risk.

[megamindsecretlair]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

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[amimuu]

*insert Ami dragging in a huge chalkboard filled with scrimbles and writings fitting to a madman* Ahem...hello...welcome to the tumblr post in which i explain my vision of how hbt au would be as a musical

Lets start (adding a keep reading so you dont have to scroll if ya dont wanna see it) ALSO. spoilers for hbt au in general including the things discussed over here, Heathers the musical and....Disney's Frozen...

so first of all I think the overall vibe of the music would change constantly as Mark's life goes on, at some points becoming lighter to signify positive changes or gaining new hope. Or the opposite, getting somber when a negative event happens.

ALSO! I think each character would get a "theme". Not directly a song. Just a part of it, a melody that incorporates into the main song each time said character sings or has a protagonic role in the song. Of course, some character's (Mark, probably) Do get their own theme song, and sometimes the lyrics of that could incorporate into other songs.

Also. ALSO. when I mention a song to reference to I mean referenxe the vibe the song gives unless I specify it otherwise

Alr i didn't really think of lyrics or names (just the vibe) so here's a list of how i think the songs would go. For now uhm...I'll give them placeholder names

No room for the both of us - Do I. need to explain. INWCT chapter 1. It starts with a phone ringing a lot as you hear someone making their way towards it, the music slowly building up until said person picks up and Alt!Cesar starts singing. ("Black out days" by the Phantogram mixed with "For the record" From 36 questions and a bit of "Kiss me (kill me) By JerryTerry. Im saying nothing else)

Warmth - Alt!Cesar makes his choice to keep Mark alive for a while but struggles with humanity in return. Warning! Lots of blasphemy in this particular song. He also talks a bit about the alternates and the morningstar....Not really sure how the vibe would go

Deer - Bambi ripoff bitch shows up. Alt!Cesar struggles even MORE with humanity (think of "Kiss me (Kil me)" by JerryTerry, mostly from the alternate's parts in which it sounds sickly Sweet yet creepy whenever it sings (Alt! Cesar does too at the start but it becomes less and less eerie as the songs go on), the song changes its mood whenever anyone else sings, and at the end the deer is cut off from singing by Cesar, who starts hitting it with a stick at the rhythm of the music, that has already shifted its vibe once again)

Bandages - That one part in which Mark is bandaging Alt! Cesar's hands and talking about his faith and stuff (The idea for the vibe is mostly soft, calm acoustic with no percussion ... I couldnt think of a song that fits the vibe ToT)

The truth - they report to Thatcher, head to the church and find the bambi rippoff bitch again. This song shifts povs between Mark and Alt! Cesar-deer also sings (Along with its Kiss me, kill me song vibe) but not a lot as it is consntantly cut off by Cesar. Theres an epic instrumental near the end as Alt! Cesar finally makes the choice to protect Mark-a mix between his theme and Alt! Cesar's (kind of like that one instrumental in "I hear a symphony". The rest of the vibe is pretty much... Tense) The music calms down after its over (maybe it could end with some violin?)

Crucifix - Confrontation between Mark and Alt!Cesar. This one particularly sounds somber, yet there is a little hope between the lines. The music and tension build up until it is cut short by a gunshot. After that there is soft music and a couple last words are sang, softly, no music in the background, by alt!Cesar. He sounds very sad :( (This one is kind of meant to sound like "I am Damaged" from the heathers musical)

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10:15 pm - 10:15, saturday night. Mark is confused- very. Sad also. Very traumatized, definitely. Theres a couple call back to other songs as well as lyrics from songs to come.. It ends with him choosing to stick to his faith and calling Thatcher (Picture "the 30th" by Billie Eilish .u." for an idea of the vibe)

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Cold glare - Mark's life from before he turned ten and stuff...bad times. This song is not meant to be completely and all sad as his mom is still there (this one is, actually Sang by present Mark, narrating back on the events)

Angel numbers - Mark makes a new friend :)! What could possibly go wrong? (this song ends with Mark's dad screaming- also there's a couple dialogue cuts.. I dont really have an idea of the vibe)

Cesar - Mark makes another new friend but this time it goes nicely. Cesar's introduction to the story (this song kicks off with their first interaction btw. Maybe there could be a song between angel numbers and this one to smooth out the events. There's a few dialogue cuts, mostly to highlight important events between the friends. Also, this song's lyrics get used in the future, as well as the melody, or a slightly changed version of it is meant to be alt!Cesar's "theme") (also for the vibe of this one i imagine something like "if i could tell her" from dear evan hansen mixed with a bit of "a better versión" from 36 questions)

Mother - More events on Mark's childhood, up until the events from the day his parents died..its kind of a reprise to the first song of this section but not really? Only the melody, Maybe there could be some shared lyrics. (This one in terms of vibes and bpm could be something like "astronomy" By conan gray...just that. Progressively growing more and more tense)

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Mark Heathcliff - Thatcher's experience with Mark, from their first meeting up until the time in which Mark calls him after the events of INWCT. Meant to be relaxed and a bit sad at times- also forgot to say the shared melody present at "Mother/Cold glare" is Mark's theme- which is also present here, along with some lyrics. (For the vibe of the music i imagine something like "the story" by Conan Gray)

Roll along - Mark narrates his life after the events of INWCT. He's not doing really well but hey! He got a dog! (There are some parts in this song with small dialogue exchanges between Mark and Thatcher, mostly discussing Mark's "saintly duties"). Kind of like rolling girl but imagine an entirely different vibe but the overall mood of the lyrics is the same, Hence, roll along. (But uh in terms of song vibe picture "Dear Theodosia" from hamilton... With a few somber parts)

Crucifix (Reprise) - Mark meets again with a little someone...It doesn't go well. Have you watched the frozen movie? Yeah? remember that part in which Ana and Elsa have a reprise of that one Ana song and it ends with Elsa accidentally throwing ice into Ana's hearth? Well imagine that kinda buildup in the song as they argue, but when Alt!Cesar has enough and he pushes Mark the melody just goes into a religious chorus kinda melody (Picture the part in "Meant to be yours" in which J.D. forcefully enters Veronica's room and sees her "dead". Like that but slower and more...ethereal sounding sort of) Until its cut short by...Mark getting impaled. OOF

warmth (reprise)? - Not really a song, but yeah, but REALLY short. The lyrics change but the melody stays the same, just that...slower. Alt!Cesar is singing in a very low voice too. (Picture "some die young" by Gavin Mikhail- but a lot less instrumental) This one ends with Alt!Ces calling for help, specifially, the sound of waiting for his call to be connected.

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Uncle - SO MARK AND DAVE MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME. Just that Mark is in a medically induced coma so.. Yeah. Dave talks about his past and his life with his parents.. Thatcher sings a few lines! Also between strophes you can hear the transcript of how Cesar's call for help went. (for the vibe its kind of like "Our Word" from the 36 questions musical... But mix it with a bit of "Non-stop" since there's a lot going on. Also its a pretty long song) This one probably ends with Thatcher saying something like "oh. Well..."

Talk - So this one is just. Soft. Thatcher is worried, Mark just woke up. And they talk. About...pretty much everything. The enviroment is pretty peaceful, yet...a bit sad. Maybe Thatcher brings up the call. Mark sure as hell mentions Darcy and they both laugh a bit at this. Probably by the end lol. (So for the vibes, picture "its quiet uptown" from Hamilton)

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And...that's it. I am fried and this mostly were from the parts of the story that we have details off- so yeah hehe-

I think than an interesting one in the future would be about Thatcher's alternate experience...Mostly narrating what happens as the hours pass, with a very eerie tone and a few dialogue breaks from Mark, who is violently texting Thatcher (his voice is also audible in the background as Thatcher sings) until in the end Thatcer just begins singing in a very low voice after....getting rid of the bugs. And then BOOM Mark comes in(Ohhh i think the vibe of this one would be kind of like "El tango de Roxxane" From Moulin Rouge ohhhhh YEESSSSSS)

But...after that one. Yeah. No idea. Ooof. Well...I hope you enjoyed reading that cuz i sure had fun writin' it. (also finding song references for the vibes of some songs lmao)

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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[jestiamy]

here i put off doing this. way too long

💭 ✈️ 🎮 (video gamesfor. undertale ocs in particular but i dont care)🖊️💍

❤️ 🤍 💔 💘🧡 💚 💙 💜 🖤 (i thought all of the hearts were pretty cool/hj)

🍝 🍦 🍔

😊 🤔 🧐 🤩 (starry eyes for. venera)😥 😓 😞 (😞 for. undertale ocs in particular)🤒 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

i want. venera and your. undertale ocs(more specific the ones u sent in the oc channel that one time ever)(i thought the one on the far left was cool but. all of them) and just to be silly throw in an. oc you barely talk about because why not.

this is for the. oc emoji stuff or whatever if u forgor(its been several days and ive been putting it off)

also would you like for me to put the. definitions next to the emojis(i would. prefer if you did this for me because i always forget btw) or liek. u dont care. or wyateverf.

I am fine ever with you not putting the things next to the emojis (I just open a separate tab and copy and paste the questions over) but I can definitely do that for you ya ++ edit like. almost at the end (currently on thinking emoji). I fully misread the part about venera and undertale ocs the first few times so I've just been doing random guys plus venera and the occasional undertale oc. genuinely my bad. my reading comprehension is not. especially good today. the rest will be. venera and undertale guy focused solely and stuff

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

I actually just end up giving almost all of my ocs a shuffle of intp/istp/intj ; the only outlier I have is. where I do the same thing except it's entp/estp/entj for more outgoing characters. the reason for this is because I've taken this test like three times and I got 50/50 split on intp/istp and I took it again recently and got 50/50 on intp/intj and I only know anything about those ones ; everything else (ennegram/other) I. don't know

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

all of my ocs are. homely people. though a select few (makya and venera and. probably someone else I'm forgetting) are very not

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Light likes reading, Jianwei likes theater and other related art forms when he can manage the money for it, and Gamma. apparently wanders up mountains. (they like gardening)

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

Rana (twst oc) actually does have one but. only one. a claw one on his back. otherwise Makya has a few (mostly skulls and clouds and whatever) but only in that au that's set like. I think ten years post canon. before that he was too busy living in the literal 1950s and then being cursed to bother. oh and light has those cracks on their bones ; but that's less tattoo and more. cracks on their bones.

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

Jianwei has ear ones, Makya has. a lot (one on lip, three on ears, two near eyebrow[one above one below]), and probably more I'm. forgetting. but I think most don't really tend to give them very often.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

I can't. really think of any (too large of a selection to chose from) ; though. I mean a good plus for all of them is that so far none of them has ever eaten a person. that's like, so cool and positive of them right

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Percei (other twst oc) technically is half eldritch abomination/parasite-trying-to-achieve-symbiosis-but-oh-my-god-that-isn't-how-science-works. it's only morally questionable because Percei's other half is like, full 14 year old boy dying slowly because of that. they both know and are totally okay with it but. definitely questionable. / Venera. is really secretive. which isn't really a big deal outside of the antag!au and even then in the antagonist au it's less "keeping secrets because I keep secrets" and more "if I do not lie I will be potentially put in extreme danger" so it's. definitely a trait. / Light. tends to disengage mid conversation sometimes to answer the little voice guys in their head. this interrupts many conversations. they do not feel keen to stop this. though in serious situations they can and will ignore the voice guys in their head until they are no longer in peril.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Jianwei would sell your kidney for you without telling you if he thought he would get enough money out of it / Percei is a walking murder. like literally. he is dying perpetually / Rana holds a lot of repressed anger. he is so angry. he tries to funnels this into enthusiasm, but he is not very good at it so he's just kind of. pissed off. but he smiles very tensely during that.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

most of my ocs have the typical 'friends and family thing' - though antagonist venera is the only one with a specific person they are like. fully attached to. no one else.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

makya would prefer family, but. he accidentally chose friends when it came down to it anyway. jianwei firmly prioritizes family. venera prioritizes family - though it's not really their choice (think: shapeshifter family. not. nuclear.) if she was allowed to chose it'd probably be friends. light prioritizes family they chose - which technically could count under friends. gamma prioritizes friends. rana prioritizes friends. percei prioritizes family, though it depends (rana ranks above distant family in percei's eyes, but his parents and rana are sort of on equal grounds of importance to him.) hong prioritizes family. he once prioritized friends. he no longer thinks that way. ch'en prioritizes family - though he sees them more in a typical found family light then the shapeshifter type family. gongdai prioritizes family. I could go on but I ran out of names

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

I don't really think about it - only major exceptions are Light (zalgo and arial), Makya (fluent english & russian, conversational german and french, somewhat okay italian), Rana & Percei (fluent common, shockingly good old trade, and native nothern rosen)

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

I have said it before but. all of them are inside people except makya, jianwei, and venera.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

Venera can do some pretty heavy illusion work, but mostly they just use it for parlor tricks and storytelling. Haven't sorted out Rana & Percei yet but they probably could do something cool once I do. I say venera is pretty good at it, but it was hard to get to this point (they had a lot of time to practice.) and rana is average, while percei seesaws between "prodigy level good" and "astonishingly bad" depending on their health of the day

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

I try not to think too hard about it. makes my head spin (I have way too much information about all of them.) the most detailed chart I've ever made on a family tree was for this one naruto oc named Itori. I charted out everything to his great great grandparents. I never want to think about it again. (I do have charts, but I refuse to do this one unless given specific characters.)

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Okay so the first one kind of varies. I don't often let my ocs explicitly kill people, but it's definitely happened at least once for most of them (makya was a very. infamous? mercenary? sort of. he was in a group of mercenaries but he wasn't really known for his work. he moved on to mafia work after being cursed) ; Jianwei had a sister once. he does not have a sister anymore. she's not really dead in any way that'd matter - but he definitely doesn't claim himself as her family now. it'd be kind of a dick move to after everything and whatever, anyways. [he counts for both of the last ones]

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

Sirik likes lasagna. this is the only thing that comes to mind (I don't often think about ocs favourite foods. and also I've been at this for like fifty minutes now)

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

Jianwei likes mint chocolate chip, Venera likes chocolate though he likes trying weird flavours if he kind find them, Makya likes cookies and cream, Sirik likes neapolitan, and. I don't know. Karius likes rainbow sherbert.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

I honestly forget there's a difference between the two. Anyways, Makya is good at cooking but awful at baking comparatively, Sirik can bake but sucks at cooking, Rana can do both but it's really hard to convince him to try, Percei can do neither but is willing to try if asked, and Karius can do both - but needs to be carefully talked down from attempting to do so very often. he tries very 'adventurous' combinations that taste genuinely awful.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

jianwei varies between conman, sad guy, and that one homeless guy that sleeps on playgrounds and trees sometimes. he generally tries to take it a day at a time - big picture thinking stresses him out. he mostly wants to just get a roof over his head right about now, I'd imagine

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

jianwei stares forlornly into the distance a lot. this is just his default facial expression. he has no idea he does this. antagonist v has trouble understanding what is and is not edible sometimes (??? why keep fake fruit on a table?? it's fruit. in a fruit bowl. why is this not edible?????) ; I'd share more fun facts but. my eyes are kind of starting to hurt. I've been looking at this tumblr box for an hour now.

🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional?

v is more logic driven by emotion ; antag!v is more emotion driven by emotion. sirik is emotion driven by logic. karius is logic driven by logic.

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

venera is a planner but only in the short term, and only so they can hold up the fact they tend to be spontaneous if they can get away with it. antagonist venera is a planner, but only to hold up the fact they have no idea what they're doing or what's going on at any moment of the day

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

Venera keeps their cool really easily - but most of antagonist venera's like entire personality is being stressed. their face tends to hide that though (resting face is very. 'super evil' aligned. they do not know it does this.) sirik is prone to being stressed easily too and doesn't really hide it - karius is also stressed, but unlike sirik, very tries to hide it. he mostly succeeds too.

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

venera is open minded, but prefers to keep to themselves unless pushed otherwise. (see: the literal fucking ancient tomb they have in their room they've never once tried to decipher. if someone went "hey, venera, what does this book in ancient greek say." they'd probably find a reason to try) ; karius is. very stubborn. though he's naturally inquisitive he tries to curb that because. that's not really the best stance to have in his world and whatever

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

Light attracts others - they at first generally preferred to be alone but. the giant void of darkness really tends to change perspective. they no longer like being alone.

🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily?

venera gets sick all of the time. they don't really show that unless it's really bad though. inversely, antagonist venera actually has a really good immune system - though they tend not to cause a scene if it's really bad, they'll get all annoying if it's like a common cold or something.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Venera has the rest of their little shapeshifter clan guys. Antagonist Venera has Macaque (which. probably counts?). Sirik has Karius. Karius as Sirik. Light has the void (and that melty guy in it). Gamma has. Omicron. probably.

[tmwcs]

unpopular opinion i think !! but i kinda like hee more than ethan... a bit , i cant exactly tell why but i guess thats just me dont get me wrong tho i love ethan but i kinda enjoy the more sincere moments between heeyn - their interaction always have me melting on the spot!!  i guess im more of a sofie ^^ cant wait to see what ethan and eden are up to in chapter 14 part 2 tho :)) it siunds like its gonna be wild

btw also i looved the sentences that were engraved into those two rings!!! i really liked that detail!!! i was so impresed the first time i read it :OO it was amazing <3

actually, i have seen alot of anon asks that expressed the same thing love, so you're not alone. and honestly, i love them both and i can totally understand. It's really based off preference, ya know? that's whats good about his character, and I believe in the earlier chapters of HHP or maybe in MRE, reader expresses how she never has a dull moment around him because he can be so sweet and soft, then theres moments where he is dark, twisted, and rough but the love is still there. and he feels the same way because while he and his alter ego fell in love with the reader (all expressed in earlier chapter of HHP) the birth of Eden (MGR, but is not described until MRE) just made it better for him...like an added bonus or something if you will.

THere's literally days where i'm feeling for Heeseung...and then there's days i'm feeling for Ethan, so it's like..you can pick or choose or equally love both (like me lol) but that's the beauty of it love ;)

The next parts of the chapter...oh love...you have no idea. be ready, and please read the warnings. it's beyond wild....um....yeah. lets just say for chapter 15, i'm going to have to tone it down a bit to balance it out...maybe make it a heeseung chapter lol (non angry heeseung...you'll see why in the next part).

and thank you! for the rings, i thought so hard for a riddle type of scripture to outline, and that was what i came up with, which at first i was like....meh. but after reading the chapter i was like "you know what? it works." so i'm super thrilled to hear how much you liked that detail, you're the first to point that out and it's tickling my heart. Thank you! <3

[woosbiter]

Well... if it’ll make you extra happy, then I’d love to share the treats with you, baby <3 I do like the cookies though so you dont have to worry about me forcing myself to eat them or anything like that!!

As long as you want to tell me about them, I would love to listen to you! All ears! I could just listen to you talk about anything for hours yknow? So please, be my guest. I’d love to know what great things happened that made my girl feel good :]

Hmmm welllll since youre so cute, of course you can~ You can help me decorate since I feel like I would suck at that 🤕 But be warned, I cant promise you that there wont be any flour bomb attacks hehe

My darling girl, you dont have to thank me for that 🤎 Silly biter~ Im always going to be here for you. I love you, it’s what I do. Im not ever letting my girl suffer on her own (unless you specifically tell me you want me to give you some space, then of course I’d respect that)

There's nothing I'd love more than to have you share this all and for you to call me baby all the time. I might be your biter but it's hard to swallow all in one go hehe!

I'll tell you in full detail under your request but this should keep your ears ringing for now hehe~ I made up with my one daughter's boyfriend. Both of their boyfriends (hoon and jake respectively) aren't my biggest fans. Lately though, Jake seems to have eased up on tolerating me and Hoon, after um having a very hard talk that resulted in him cutting me off completely in the beginning of the year, finally came forward to apologize (granted with Wonyo and Hee's nudging)... He was very sincere too! I got to apologize for what I felt was necessary too...

Yujinie, told me that she's engaged and getting married to Jake, and they also got their own mini on the way. So I'm officially adopting the gilf title at some point... Not sure if I should be sad or not since my age might start showing!

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I think I'm going to walk her down the aisle. Hee will just have to sit on the sidelines for this one 🤚. I want you to help me pick a dress and suit... Only if you want, of course. Yujin was hesitant on a wedding in general, so it'll be a small intimate one, but despite that it seems she still wants to invite you!

And I hope it doesn't make you uncomfy but since Hee is their dad, I'm in contact with him, and we're on good terms. He was very kind to me while Hoon was apologizing to me since he knew that the conversation we had was one that stuck with me for a long time... I'll tell you anything you ask me if you're ever curious, and you can let me know if you're ever uncomfy with me interacting with their dad, okay? You come first. That chapter in my life has been read, you're the pages I'm reading now. That's what matters to me most.

I just thought this was kinda cute... I wanted to show you. It's small but it was somewhat touching? And I know wonyo likes you... They both do! On several occasions they've expressed that they'd take you in as a step-dad (if you ever I mean wanted to, there's no pressure. None. And like that's a long way down since I have to still um learn to call you my boyfriend I mean ya know... Ahem um...), I'm just happy they like you...

Of course, I also had an amazing time with my current-soon-to-be-boyfriend which also... Made everything feel better too.

Ah! Don't feel pressured though! I know it all may feel overwhelming but don't think too hard! I just... Wanted to share these tidbits... It doesn't have to mean anything though. We've been taking things slow so don't feel like there's some responsibility you suddenly have to take on... But if you do feel that, then let me know... I'll do my best to ease your mind up!

I'm amazing at cooking and baking decorations, trust me. Pro in this house, actually- hehe... A flour war... Let's not get too movie scene-like and kiss with a face full of flour. It tastes weird when it's plain! Maybe icing or something instead-... Oh right there's a war first! Oh... Wait we have to bake first-

I know I don't have to thank you... I'm just grateful... Having someone at my side, that I love, and loves me back... Someone with only my best interests at heart in the present... I value that a lot... It'll be a while before I stop giving thanks... I just... I really hope I can provide you with that same comfort... And give you just as much as you give me.

I love you, wooyoung ♡

[ydlmaiki]

⚠️This Short Writing Scenario is an AU of Good Omens but with my OCs, So it has minor spoilers to Good Omens s02 e06 last 10 min. or so

If you haven't seen Good omes and is planning to watch it, I dont recommended reading it, but if you dont care, then go for it I guees, you are your own Lord, no one can tell you what to do⚠️

🔴⚠️ Mention of slight Abuse⚠️🔴

🔴⚠️Slight Homophobia ⚠️🔴

🔴⚠️ People Kissing⚠️🔴

Norman's Point of View

as I was waiting for my friend to return from chit-chat with Lord Mauri outside, a Lady & Man that We tried to hook up entered the bookshop, it was my friend Hanah and her "friend" Tom

Hanah: Hello Norman

Norman: Hana and Tom! what an pleasure to see you both, would you like a cup of tea, or perhaps, coffee?

I asked as I started walking upstair to the kitchen+livingroom (both of them were following him)

Hanah: Not really for me, what about you Tom?

Tom: Hm, Can I get water please?

Norman: of course

I said as both of them sat on the couch, I gave the water to tom and he thanked me, I took a chair from the kitchen part and put it in front of them and sat

Norman: Soo, what brings you here? I guess it isn't some books right?

Hanah: Isn't it obvious Norman? you and your boyfriend have been trying to hook up us, even tho, I already have partner

I was suprised by her "boyfriend" I mean, he isnt my "boyfriend" he is my Best friend, even tho he is supposed to be my enemy

Norman: We aren't a pair, We are just buddies, ya know? what is the term that you use here, Homies? I think it was like that

Hanah: Yea sure then, Anyway, why were you trying to hook us up? like, he isn't even my type

Tom looked kinda sad and disappointed

Tom: I mean, she got a point, We both wants to be left alone in peace, and not some two gays trying to hook us up

Gays?! I am sorry, But I am not in LOVE with him, I guess sure he looks pretty, with his Raven black hair that just waves in the wind, or his whiskey/Hazelnut eyes that just shine against the moonlight, but thats like all

Hanah: Look, I am just kinda worried about you, you should talk about how you feel about him, its not healthy to try hook up other people instead of hooking up with each other

Tom: thats true

Normam: Uhh, so, what do YOU want ME to do?

Hanah: just tell Mr. Gersch how you feel and talk stuff out

Norman: hahaha, thats hilarious, we have knew eachother for many years, we dont have anything to talk about, we know eachother, we are like family

Hanah: Norman, there is something in you isnt it? I have noticed how you were sometimes staring at him in lovey dovey way

as she finished the sentence, I kinda was lost in thought, I mean, He is indeed a beautiful Angel, one of the most Kindest and yet Overprotective Angel I have seen.The different popular fashion styles that he wears everyday and always say "whaaaat? black is an popular colour, and if we are supposed to blend in, then it works perfectly" somewhat maded me Chuckle and blush always. He even once wore an crop top and hoodie over it, I almost faint on how se-

Norman: Ou

Tom: what is it?

Norman: emm nothing, but yea, I will try to talk to him okay?

I stand up and walked them out of the store and then waved at them

I closed the doors, and decided to look through some Books that I have, I got stuck in the young adult/romance section.I then started looking through the books and was repeating the same line over and over again "Do I love Aaran? Do I really love him? Do I-" I heard an Bell ring when Someone enters the shop, I turned around and noticed it was Aaran and he had happy face and was moving happily, you could say it like that

Norman: by the face you have and the way you move, I guess we aren't in that big problem?

Aaran: surprisingly, no, Even tho, it was quiet chaotic what happened, Anyway! I have some very great news for you my dear

I looked confused, what great news could Lord Mauri gave him? he isn't the nicest guy, so I am not sure

Norman: What is it? also, I would like to talk about something later

Aaran: ou, okay? so em, Me and Lord, we were like talking outside at the cafeteria about what will we do with the free space of Supreme Archangel since traitor Rozzie and Enemy Janne left

he started walking closer to me

Aaran: sooo he gave me the idea to become the Supreme Archangel, but thats not all my dear

he was standing right in front of me with an big smile and happy eyes

Aaran: he aslo promised that he would bring you back as Angel! isnt that just great?

I was shocked and left speechless

Aaran: We can be together in heaven, and make it a better place

Together? in heaven?

Norman: What? please tell me you said no to that

he looked at me suprised and sad

Norman: tell me, you said no, please

Aaran: I mean, I said that I need time to think about it, but he said "what there to think about? its an amazing choice dude" sooo I then emm

I looked devastated and disappointed on him, Why he would agree to be The Ruler Archangel or how is it called

Norman: Angel, did you forget what they do? they are heaven, they don't care about anyone, all they care is power, and I dont want the same happen to you, okay?

I said as I touched both of his arms

Norman: Please, I want you to stay with me okay?

Aaran: but we can be together in heaven

Norman: no, its definitely some trap, If I would go back there ,I would get killed for who I am

Aaran: why would they kill you? is it because of the Armageddon?

at that moment I realised that I never told him about my gender preference, its true we knew each other over 6000 years, but we never talked about our secrets

I then Decided to stop holding him

Aaran: I am sorry Norman, but I have to do it

Norman: do what?

Aaran: Be the Supreme Archangel, I can change the heaven to Better place

Norman: so you would rather choose heaven over me?

when I finished the sentence, it seems like the wind here got thicker. Aaran looked at me suprised

Aaran: wha- of course not, I wouldn't leave you

Norman: then dont go, stay with me, on OUR side, we don't need them they are toxic

Aaran: but my dear, you can go back being angel, being the Almighty Zalkien, the one who is capable of magic and healing

I felt sad when he said it, to be honest I am happy that I have fallen, that place is horrible than the hell.I wanted to cry, so I decided to walk up the stairs to my room

Aaran: where are you going?

Norman: I am leaving, so you can go being the Supreme Archangel without me

Aaran: but I care about you

Norman: Can you just fu**ing leave me alone, like everyone else did?!!

I looked at him from the stairs as I shouted those words

He looked at me with an fear in his face, but he also seemed worried

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__________Aaran's Point of View____________

I was shocked that he drove at me like that, his face had small tears on his eyes, Oh Amolos, what have I done? He then ran up the stairs, before I could even catch

Aaran: WAIT PlEA-

I couldn't even finish and he already slammed his door wich maded loud noise

I looked at my hands and everywhere in the room, it was my fault, what I was even thinking? of course he won't like to go back because he is demon. No, he doesn't wanna because he wants to be with me here, I felt Horrendous, I felt like I should go upstairs and calm him down, I heard someone open the door wich maded the bell rink, but I didn't turn around to look who it was, I was staring at those stairs and thinking what I have said

Mauri: Soooo Is he going with us ooorr?

After of thinking and regretting my choices, I decided to stay, its the best option for both of us, because even if being supreme Archangel where you have almost all power to do whatever you want, it won't be good without him there, there is no point in doing it without him, so I turned around and looked at him

Aaran: I think I will rather decline your offer

Mauri: what are you talking about? is this some joke?

Aaran: I am saying, that I don't wanna be the Supreme Archangel

he looked at me shocked and waved his arms in the air

and laughed of bit

Mauri: You are joking right? because normally, an Angel would kill someone to be an Supreme Archangel

Aaran: Well, I guess I am different then. The offer does sound nice, but I em, prefer being the emotional support side-kick then being a leader

he looked at me pissed and then looked at the stairs and back at me with some disgusted smirk

Mauri: did HE told you something? because I bet my ass that, that the fucking homosexual demon did some of his miracle to change your mind

I was suprised, Homosexual? its kinda weird, because Demons and Angels dont have like gender. I get that he wouldn't date Someone who looks like a woman, but why he never told me that?

Aaran: what are you talking about?

Mauri: ouuuu, he never told you, did he? why do you think he fell, huh?

Aaran: I dont know, he never talked about him falling

Mauri: Yea makes sense, He was Gods favourite Angel you know? but he just one day, told me that he wouldn't date someone who looks like woman and also kissed one of his "boyfriend" so thats why he fell, well, main reason

I felt sad for him, it makes sense he wouldn't like to comeback because of that, but then they said something that maded my blood boil

Mauri: He is an A***ole, they should have killed him there, we had to torture him before he fell

Aaran: you what?!

I said with suprised voice and kinda pissed

Mauri: what? oh c'moon, it was joke Xavier, and also it was funny how he used to cr-

I got closer to him wich maded him stop talking. I was soooooo close to just kill him, I dont like when someone is talking bad stuff about him behind his back and how could a person do those horrendous stuff, especially an Angel for hergot sake

Mauri: Whoa Whoa man, No need to be so offensive, he is Demon in the final, so it doesn't matter you know?

Aaran: but he still have feelings, you guys hurted him

Mauri: why do you care about him? he is just a fagg-

I slapped his face, I will not let him use slur against him, no one should be mean towards people who loves the same gender as them

Mauri: Ou, that hurted you know?

Aaran: leave, NOW!

I shouted and pointed at the door

He looked at me very pissed and still holding his cheek

Mauri: Fine, but dont expect you will return back like nothing happened

he turned and stomped his way out of the shop

I went up the stairs, there was small hall with three doors, First on the right was his room, second one on the left that was in the middle was kitchen and living room, and the last door that was completely back on right was bathroom and there is window on the end of hall

I stand in front of his door and knocked twice

Aaran: Dear? are you okay there?

I asked but heard nothing

so I knocked again but louder

Aaran: May I enter?

I heard like someone waking up and walking to the door

Norman: What do you want?

he said behind the door

Aaran: Hello dear, may I enter?

Norman: why? you hurted me enough

Aaran: what? no! I would never ever hurt you on purpose

Norman: well, good job, because you just did

I let out small disappointment sigh

Aaran: Norman, I am so sorry, it was my fault for acting stupid and trying to force you to do something you dont wanna, i am really sorry

then there was silence

I heard unlocking door, he opened the door a bit and had his fingers on the edge of the door

Norman: Do you truly feel sorry?

Aaran: of course I do

he then opened the door fully and stand in the door. His beautiful ginger curly hair was more messy then before and the hair hided his eyes, but his eyes were stll visible and also bit tired.He also have dried tears on his cheek and is wearing black long sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants

Aaran: Oh my Amolos, I am so sorry

I said as I got closer to him and wanted to touch his face ,but he catched my hand and looked into my eyes. He then let go of my arm

Norman: I- I am sorry, I wasn't supposed to get too emotional over that, it was stupid from me to drove out like that

Aaran: no no, its okay, I get it, you just had rough life up there

Norman: did Mauri told you something?

Aaran: nothing much, he just told me that when I would return to heaven, that they won't be so nice

Norman: Makes sense, anyway, could you please help close the shop? its already pass the time

Aaran: of course my dear

We went down the stairs and checked if everything is on the place, I picked up my plants and some other stuff that I had in the bookshop for while, bcs Heaven got my place moved out after the Armageddon, so I had to stay for while in the bookshop until I found new one.

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As I helped him getting his stuff into his MPV car I decided to ask him if he would like some drink before going

[CB] Aaran: No thank you, I need to drive home sober

[CB] Norman: I didnt ment wine, we could just, drink tea or cup of coffee

[CB] Aaran: Well, if you insist, I guess good cup of coffee would be good

so we both went back into my book shop and he sat on the couch while I maded the coffee

Norman: here you go

I said as I bring him the cup of coffee and sat next to him

Aaran: thank you my dear, its really kind of you

Norman: oh c'mon Angel, you are my friend after all

Aaran: yea "friend", hehehe

he said and drank the cup of coffee and had suprised face

Aaran: how come it is not hot and just warm?

Norman: I dont boil the water until the kettle scream, I let it boil for few second and them turn of

Aaran: interesting

he said and drank from the coffee again, Then I remembered what Hanah told me today, to talk to him about how I feel, but I didn't knew how to start, so I decided to start like this

Norman: Do you remember back in like 17th where we were on the first showcase of guillotine?

Aaran: you mean how some man got his head cut of by huge blade?

Norman: Yes, what was his name? Nick I believe?

Aaran: yea something like that, why are you asking?

Norman: Well, remember how I invited you to my house and drank some wine?

His face went suprised and started chuckling

Aaran: Oh my amolooos! You mean how we got sooo drunk that we couldn't remember much what happened?

Norman: Yeaa! I mean, it was such an fun back then

we then both were laughing and talking about humans and french renaissance. After a whille of talking, we were touching our thigh's and I was staring at his pretty face while he was laughing, he then looked at me smiling wich turned into suprised

I turned my face blushing

Aaran: Aww Norman, you are still the same guy, you didn't even changed a bit after those 6000 years

he laughed and pat my back

Norman: Yea, I em, I wanna tell you something about how we got drunk in the france

Aaran: yea what is it?

Norman: you see, when we em were sitting next to eachother, Talking and laughing while you were em kinda laying on my chest

it was hard for me to talk about it, without putting my head in my hands and blushing

Norman: and then after while our heads were soo close that we could em almost k-kiss?

I swallowed after that sentence

Norman: I mean, I did em pushed you after emmm that, hehe

I let out a small laugh and looked at him smiling in nervous way, he had his mouth open slightly, gosh

Aaran: Oh My-, I- I dont remember that happening, I was definitely totally drunk at that time, I am so sorry

Norman: nono its okay, I just em, woaw! look at that time! it will be almost 10 PM

I said as I pointed on my clock on the wall. We both stand up and walked down the stair

As I was standing between the ile of books and he was in front of the door about to leave, he turned around and ask

Aaran: why did you mentioned the drunk accident? I thought we agreed to never talk about it again, if I remember correctly

I had an big surprised face, I couldn't say to him that it was, because I wanted that to happen again, right?

No, I shouldn't wanted it, so I decided to say a lie

Norman: Well em you see, I thought that em it would be cool to talk about the em guillotine history

I said and smiled at him

he crossed his arms and looked at me with smirk,

Aaran: Norman, we both know you cant lie, especially your feelings towards me

Norman: what? I wasnt lying angel, I was speaking the complete truth

as I was about to leave to my door, something that I thought would only happen in dreams happened

he come up to me, grabbed my face and kissed ME, not some girl,no, it was ME who HE KISSED! A GUY! I had my eye open fully and arms opened, I thought he would stop, but he was continuing to nimb on MY LIPS! so I closed my eyes and hugged him,gosh, why I am doing it? I shouldn't like it, but it feelt so good.He then put his hands around my torso and went with his tongue wich maded me pull out from that

he looked suprised and had red cheeks

Aaran: why did you pull out now?

Norman: I- I was just suprised you did THAT!

he then chuckled a bit and smiled at me

Aaran: You seem to quite enjoy "that"

he said and kissed my cheek and lips

Norman: I- f**k, I em

he put a finger on my lips

Aaran: no need to use words Dear, or should I say

he went closer to my ear

Aaran: Love?

that sentence maded my brain explode, gave my heart 10 heart attacks and maded my stomach turn 180° both ways

Aaran: use affection my Love, if you wanna say something

he looked at me with his adorable puppy eyes and his mouth slightly open, Oh my Megeran, I cant believe this is real, Angel Aaran Gerch just kissed a Demon Norman Fell, and to be honest, I LOVED it, every second of it, his soft lips on my cold one, I- I wanted to do it again, but I wasn't sure he wanted to

Norman: could you em, do "that" again? please?

Aaran: you mean me kissing you?

Norman: Y-yea, please

he chuckled kinda and kissed me shortly, wich kinda maded me angry, so I kept repeating again and he repeatedly kept kissing me shortly, until we both started to chuckle from that and let out tired sigh. We were staring at each other eyes, holding each other and just smiling and blushing, wich maded me realise one thing that I didn't know until now

Norman: I loved you since the first day on the garden, Love

Aaran: I know my Dear, I know

he said and kissed my lips

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Author Notes

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Oh Lord, To be honest, it is longer then I expect it, soooo yea I hope you liked it, I just wanted to write the last 10/20 min. of Good omens ep6 in my style with my OC's, which is a LOT different (Good Omens was more tragic but mine was supposed to be more lovely-Dovey)

anyway have a nice day and yea

(left one is season 1 and the right one is season 2)

Norman = Ginger

Aaran = Black Hair

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

Hardcover or paperback?

Paperback definitely. Don't get me wrong I have some absolutely beautiful hardback copies but right next to them I have their completely destroyed paperbacks. Majority of my most re-read books are nearly decimated

Bookshop or library?

I went completely mental like 4 years ago and bought millions of books that I still haven't read and will most likely not ever read, and I mainly just re read the same books I know that I really like. I don't really buy books that often or visit libraries often either, I have no need

Bookmark or receipt?

Dog ear, i dont give a fuck. It's fine, the book doesn't have feelings, and it's convenient. Nail me to a fucking cross

Stand alone or series?

I'm a big fan of quite a few book series but it's just that sometimes I'll find that one of the books in the middle really drags or it diverges off into a plot that doesn't really interest me, so therefore the whole series is a bit iffy afterwards. But with a stand alone you're either gonna blow me away and claim my first born child or I'm gonna burn my copy, I only have two reactions to books tbh

Non-fiction or fiction?

I'm really nosey but fiction is just easier to get into ykwim

Thriller or fantasy?

Fantasy 💗💗💗

Under or over 300 pages?

Lord of the rings my beloved 💗💗 mdzs 💗💗 asoiaf💗💗

Children's or YA?

CHILDREN'S 100% School For Good and Evil (the film was shit), The Faraway Tree, MARY POPPINS❤️❤️❤️

Friends to lovers or enemies to lovers?

Friends to lovers all the way

Read in bed or read on the sofa?

I used to read in bed a lot when I was wee but not anymore, and it doesn't feel good reading on the sofa so I read sitting at a desk chair on wheels 🫶

Read at night or read in the morning?

I'm a morning person but not in that way

Keep pristine or markup?

Highlight the characteristics and quotes that I think will be useful later on (looking at you Jin Ling in volume 2 and Jiang Cheng just in general)

Cracked spine or dogear?

Both, crack that shit open and bend it's pages, to be loved is to change motherfucker

tagged by @thearcaneuniversity (THANK YOU!)

hardcover or paperback? bookstore or library (i also love both and cannot choose i constantly go out on bookstore outings but borrow from the library monthly)? bookmark or receipt? stand alone or series? nonfiction or fiction? thriller or fantasy under 300 pages or over 300 pages? children's or ya? friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? read in bed or read on the couch? read at night or read in the morning? keep pristine or markup? cracked spine or dog ear? (book purists would hate me but I don't annotate everything, but when I do IT'S NOTICEABLE)

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