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momochiachan · 1 year

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.｡.:*♡ Pop-Confetti Legacy ♡*.｡.:

As a millenial person, I love 90s-2000s aesthetic! Also, I needed a gameplay where I can do stuff that I never did on the sims 4 before, so why not combine them into a brand new legacy challenge? Pop-Confetti has a nostalgic sound to it, that’s the only reason why I chose this name lol, well, also it sounds cute i think~

.｡.:*♡ Let’s get started! first things first... ♡*.｡.:

Home decoration and outfit style of the sims should suit with the fashion of the decade.

There is nothing like “if you fail one rule, you fail the whole challenge” in the Pop-Confetti because I’m terrible at following rules and I understand if it’s too hard sometimes lol. These are rather like guidelines.

Yet, don’t use money cheat I’d say. It ruins the fun.

The decade specific guidelines:

1990s Challenge: Use only the worst computers or use typewriters (there are nice CCs). No social media, no selfies, no funny videos. Use the worst camera to take photos.

Optional Activities: Game at the arcade, go skating. Send postcards on holidays. You can also build a drive-in movie lot and watch films and eat popcorn (we don’t have cars in sims, but well, we can pretend).

2000s Challenge: Slightly better computers. No simstagram, no selfies, no social media profile. Use a camera to take photos.

Optional Activities: If this gen can see the winter and can get the chance to celebrate the new year, it should be perfect. Throw a huge party! If they can see summer only, create a new new year holiday in summer (like in the south pole) and throw a perfect party again. Send postcards on holidays. Also, spend hours on MSN (chat with friends via computer).

2010s Challenge: You can start using laptops. Selfies? Hell yes. You can create a social media profile. Get fast internet lot trait.

Optional Activities: Update your social media profile every day. Take selfies every day. If you see a street protest, attend. Also, you can use the Simda DatingApp mod and find dates online!

2020 Challenge: Well, the nightmare begins: Social distance. Avoid crowded places. When many people come and try to talk to you, use the mean interaction “go away.” Get the fear of crowded places if possible. Do not leave your neighborhood. Live in a lot with simple living and keep your fridge always full.

Optional Activities: Gain weight! The rates of divorce increased during the pandemic IRL, so you can also break up with your partner maybe. Choose your partner as someone totally different than your identity group (for example: if your sim is a white straight woman, marry a black bisexual man).

2025 Challenge: Environment suffers… You can live in the dirty neighborhoods of Sulani or Evergreen Harbor. If you live somewhere else, get some/one of these lot challenges: filthy, landfill lot, and wild foxes (my reasoning is that because wild animals lose their home in forests, they have to find food in urban areas ;-;)

Optional Activities: You can do environmental activities if your sim cares enough. Use gaming mats. And uh… maybe go to space! What else..? if you get an idea, let me know ^^

#1. 1990: Ripped Jeans

(TW: Child neglect)

Because you were a neglected baby, you were taken away by social services and grew up in an orphanage. The orphanage was no good in terms of education, you got no skills, and you didn’t even get the skill to gain skills! But who cares? You believe in yourself. Now you are a young adult, ready to build your life from scratch.

You hate bad parents. Just the idea of it drives you mad! You believe that life taught you how a good parent should be in a harsh way. Well, you aren’t a parent yourself, but, uhh… is that important? I mean, you have been a child…? Anyways, who would know it better than you do! You the best! So you dedicate yourself to informing people about good parenting. Well, you become a parent at some point anyway, but you are so busy criticizing other families that… you lose your baby to social services.

IMPORTANT!: So, normally, when your child gets rescued by social services, they disappear. This shouldn’t happen in this challenge (See Gen #2). You can use MCCC to prevent it and have them adopted by another family.

Scenario: No Skills, No Problem Aspiration of your choice (you don’t have to complete) Traits: hot-headed, self-absorbed, outgoing Career: Education

Start with the “No Skills, No Problem” Scenario on.

Argue about parenting with the other parents and whenever you can’t win the argument, write an article or book about the issue.

Write 3 books on how to make children happy and good parenthood (because you don’t have skills, you have to write in children’s books genre lol)

Have at least 2 kids

Lose 1 toddler or child to social services (the “die in accidents” option for the other households in the neighborhood stories settings should be off)

After losing your child, complete/cancel the scenario and start getting skills along with your 2nd child does.

Leave your career and be a perfect parent to the 2nd kid: Have them the top-notch toddler trait. Knit clothes for your children, cook healthy food for them, have a special activity with them every week (such as watching movies, reading books, eating out, or going on vacation), always assist with the projects, etc.

Max parenting skill.

#2. 1995: Postcards from the Past

You grew up under the wings of perfect care. You are kinda spoilt, your life is excellent, and the world revolves around you. Your parents gave you whatever you wanted until now (or you knew how to take it). Same for romantic relationships.

However, when you are a teen, you eavesdrop on your parents one day and learn that you have a sibling who got taken away years ago! You can’t believe that your perfect parent neglected a child in the past! You desperately want a reunion. No matter what, you are going to find your sibling. You can get whatever you want, right?

Scenario: Well-Rounded Sim Aspiration: Serial Romantic Traits: Self-assured, family-oriented, one of the traits inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Interior Decorator/Police Officer (basically any job that enables you to visit random people’s homes) Gender Options: Can’t impregnate nor become pregnant

Complete the aspiration

Complete the Well-Rounded Scenario

Complete your career

Travel house by house and try to find your sibling

Complete postcards collection.

Once you find them, cheat the relationship to the -100 because they hate you and your parents at the moment. You need to gain their love!

At some point, move in with them, or you can also get them as roommates or live in a residential rental together. They will be the parent of the next-gen, and you will help to care for their child (you are not fertile. you can adopt a child if you want, but the heir will still be your sibling’s child. you are free to marry but you should still live with your sibling and their family).

#3. 2000: Shiny Face of the CD

You grew up in a crowded, happy family. You have an aunt/uncle with a serial romantic past; but your parents are nothing like them. They are way more conservative. Your parents are judgmental, especially about people’s love life. They want you to make an “appropriate” marriage within “moral” norms like no sexual relationship out of marriage, if you date someone they better be your spouse in a short while, and it has to be a heterosexual marriage. Will you able to give them what they want or will you follow your heart?

Scenario: Finding love after breakup Aspiration: One of the location aspirations Traits: Proper, Romantic, one of the traits inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Shopkeeper (you can additionally be freelancer or enter a job you can work at home)

As a teenager, you are invited to participate in an exchange program. Pick any other household in the save that has another teenager and swap them in manage worlds. Befriend the exchange student. You can have them stay as long as you want (This rule is actually one of the rolls written for the random legacy challenge which is full of amazing ideas! check them out!).

Complete the aspiration

Have a highschool sweetheart, preferably a bad boy/girl.

Have a very well-managed retail shop as a young adult.

Expect a baby with your highschool sweetheart! but they refuse to take care of it.

Make a marriage of convenience with one of your employees before your family notices that you will have a child soon.

Have an isolated room for the baby.

Die as an adult.

#4. 2005: Bankruptcy

You had a pretty interesting childhood... that pushed you to make interesting choices in life. You are definitely not the favorite of your family. You keep making mistakes, but you always laugh them away. You hate school, but also you couldn’t care less. You love eating and cooking even though you cause fires all the time and everybody hates it. You lost your parent so young and now you live with someone hating you and your half-sibling(s). You want to be independent and show everyone that you are actually full of capabilities! You are the star chef of the future!

Oh and also, you want to be rich in easy ways. You love gambling! Too bad that you will lose all the money your family hardly earned...

Scenario: Trouble Maker (optional); Unlucky Chef Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy Traits: Lazy, Clumsy/Glutton, one of the traits inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Chef/Mixologist

Start playing cards as a teen and create a gambling club. Have club gatherings every week.

Once you are a young adult lose either family house or retail shop and then set household money to 0$.

Be kicked out of the household. You can get a tent and maybe 100$ with you while moving out. You can use freerealestate cheat but the lot should be empty. This will be a kind of rags to riches.

Enter the chef career while going on gambling by playing cards, don’t wake up llama, and the like games (I guess there is a gambling mod but you can also play it like +50$ when you win the game and -50$ when you lose the game).

Definitely buy the lottery tickets when you get the option.

Complete the career and unlucky chef scenario.

#5. 2010: Twilight

As a child, you loved being in the scouts: getting badges, camping, telling ghost stories, and all! Dark nights you spent in the forest while camping made you love every possibility of occults and mystery. You just would never guess that your story is going to be one of them as well.

Aspiration: The Curator / Outdoor Enthusiast Traits: Child of the islands, Geek, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Paranormal Investigator / Sell stuff you find

Join the scouts as a child & teen

Complete your aspiration

Move to the first gen’s house. Make the house haunted (if you don’t have the pack or you don’t want to play in a haunted house, give the house these lot traits: gremlins, spooky, quake zone). You can use freerealestate cheat if needed.

Live with a ghost. Don’t move out until the ghost achieves something big in their afterlife with your help (for instance get mentor trait and help them maxing 3 skills out, complete a scenario or complete a quest together; if the ghost is a child or teen help them to get 3 positive character values or be an A student; if the ghost is a toddler, max all skills).

Once the ghost is saved, remove them from family and make the house residential again.

After the ghost leaves, change one of your traits into erratic.

Max the medium skill and host a seance every week (if you don’t have the pack, max handiness).

Complete the sugar skull collection (optional)

#6. 2015: Selfie Stick

As a teenager, you hate how you look. You want to be one of those beautiful popular sims at school, you have cool friends but your body insecurity makes you less confident among them. You are obsessed with taking selfies, you want to capture your best look but you can’t find it. You have a bestie from your class and they find you very beautiful already, yet you can’t be convinced.

Despite everything they say, once you are a young adult, the first thing you do is having plastic surgeries. Now you are who you want to be! You start to work as a fashion photographer, meet famous attractive models, and your bestie works as your assistant though you doubt if they still like you as you are. Are they too judgmental? Aren’t you the same person, or did you change? Who does love you for your looks and who for who you are?

Scenario optional Aspiration: Party Animal Traits: Jealous, Art Lover, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Freelance photographer / Style Influencer

Complete the aspiration & career

Max photography skill

Have a photo studio in a public venue

There must be 3 different sims you are attracted to. Try to get out of this love square with the person you finally choose as a partner

Have at least two children and they should be science babies (because you don’t want a pregnant body)

Have very weak relationships with your children.

When you are an adult, you go through a midlife crisis. Do all or some of the following:

Secretly leave home one day and have a vacation alone

Choose a new hobby and max the skill

Change one of your traits

Meet new friends

Make big changes at home decoration

Cheat to get uncontrolled emotions or if you are famous, get emotional bomb quirk

Have some arguments with the family members

Change your fashion style

#7. 2020: Pandemic

You have a competitive, ambitious, career-focused life since your childhood including your relationship with your sibling. You have a very romantic side too, but you always wanted to ignore it. Your heart wants a cute, cozy, loyal marriage while your mind is, embarassed, seeing these feelings as the virus of your success plans. How will you manage your inner conflict?

Scenario: Engaged in Conflict Aspiration: Soulmate Traits: Ambitious, Materialist, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career: Business/Salaryperson/Law

Grow up as rivals with your sibling and have a competitive relationship with them

Become an A student at school

Complete a part-time job as teen

Study and finish university with honors

Join the Braniacs/Debate Guild and attend at least 3 events of them

Date someone from the guild and catch them cheating on you

Have a freelancer job as a university student

Complete the aspiration, career, and the scenario

After graduation, pandemic begins. Live in a lot with the simple living trait.

Gain weight to the max.

Live with your fiancé who is romantic.

Often have arguments with them about the wedding.

Don’t leave the neighborhood until you are an elder.

#8. 2025: Heat Wave (subjected to change)

Scenario: In the moodlet Aspiration of your choice Traits: Good, Gloomy, another trait inherited from the previous heir’s partner Career of your choice

Move out as a teen and live in air-bnbs (which means other sims’ houses), rental lots & camping areas.

Learn at least 10 different local recipe (San Myshuno, Sulani, Selvadorado, etc.)

During your trips, meet/get closed with your love of life

As a young adult, live in a house made only by pre-made rooms of EA (you can make some changes but keep the general frame and style).

Start the scenario

Your love has a kind of disease that stems from environmental disasters and requires an organ transplant. Yours is compatible with their biology. They will die once they age up.

To be able to save them, you should get the never weary reward trait before they age up (for some reason lol). If you can’t, only choice left is to sacrificing yourself for them. Before doing that, set them up with someone else hoping that they can have their happily ever after.

If you die, play as the partner and organize funeral for your sim. Also name their child after your sim.

If you can save them, get married and move to a lot within a natural paradise. Adopt a child and name them after the first gen.

I hope you enjoy it! Please don’t forget tagging me if you play this challenge, I’d definitely love to see your posts and reblog them ^^

#pop confetti #sims 4 legacy challenge #legacy challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #let's play #sims 4 stories #decades #2000s aesthetic

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hekateinhell · 1 year

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✨ 'Tis the Week Before Christmas at Château de Lioncourt ✨

Louis is reading Dickens by the fire while cocooned in an oversized faux-mink blanket--this is not so unusual in and of itself, the holiday spirit typically doesn't take him until precisely 9:30pm on the 23rd.

He spent last Christmas at Trinity Gate, with Lestat dropping in the following night. This year, it's the New York gang's turn to come to Auvergne for the holidays and they arrived via private jet at the Aurillac - Tronquières Airport earlier the previous evening.

Armand and Lestat are bickering cordially going over the gift list they've collaborated on for Louis, after too many near misses of getting him repeat gifts similar in price and sentiment. Murmurings of "I got him that in 2013," "Well, I got him that in 1988," "That may be, but I got him this in 1906," etc. will be heard coming out of Lestat's study well into the pre-dawn hours. So far, they have only needed a referee once (they're trying, and each year is an improvement).

Daniel, in his infinite wisdom, already got his shopping done and wrapped before American Thanksgiving. He developed a brief hyperfixation while watching videos on YouTube, promptly took a night course on gift-wrapping, and can now tie a perfect Tiffany bow. He knows better than to hang around Armand and Lestat at this particular moment, and so he joins Louis in his apartments where they can tune out the world in companionable silence.

Rose and Sybelle are rehearsing their duet for an intimate, family-only holiday concert that will take place in the ballroom--Sybelle on piano and Rose on vocals. Bianca has drifted in with her usual sweet compliments, as well as possible notes on outfits.

Benji and Viktor are making use of the vintage board game collection in the library. Viktor has been losing spectacularly to his elder each and every time, but the night is still young.

#shoutout to anon who mended my heart with that ask about louis lestat and armand's blended family #you ruined me i'm soft now #i included bianca too because she's my girl and she deserves better #vc #headcanons #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #armand #daniel molloy #sybelle #benji #viktor de lioncourt #rose de lioncourt #bianca

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krizaland · 5 months

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Found Once Again Chapter 6

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

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“In the meantime, you can help deliver some of these orders.” Pigsy called out from the kitchen.

“Sure thing, Pigsy.” MK sighed as he went to put on his delivery uniform.

Meanwhile, Bao Li was having the time of her life shopping with Mei.

Never had Bao Li seen so much clothing in one place!

She was in awe of all the new textures and fabrics!

Mei immediately begun collecting as many outfits as she could carry and led Bao Li to the dressing room.

Bao Li tried on each outfit but none seemed to be just right.

One outfit was too flashy.

Another was too tight.

Another one was super itchy.

And another one just looked plain wrong.

It wasn't until the final outfit did Mei and Bao Li find the perfect outfit:

A frilly pale pink dress with sheer sleeves and covered in just the right amount of bows.

“OMG! You look so cute!” Mei squealed as she pressed her hands on her cheeks.

Bao Li twirled as she admired her new look in the mirror.

“This is simply wonderful! Thank you so much, Mei!”

“No problem! Now let's fix that hair.”

And with that, Mei took Bao Li to get her hair changed into a more modern style.

Little did the girls know, that along with the strange butterfly, a pair of glowing purple eyes were also following them from the shadows.

After the makeover, Mei decided to take Bao Li to The Antigravity Arcade.

“Trust me! You are gonna loooove this place!” Mei chirped as she took Bao Li’s hand and led her inside.

The moment Bao Li set foot inside, her ears were assaulted with the loudest music she’d ever heard and her eyes nearly went blind from the bright lights.

Bao Li let out a yelp as she instinctively squinted her eyes.

She also wanted to cover her ears but Mei had a firm grip on her hand.

Mei didn’t seem to hear Bao Li’s yelp and kept on going.

“C’mon! Let’s play this game first!” Mei chirped as she led her to a brightly lit arcade game.

Mei immediately begun popping in tokens and pressing buttons, each making a louder noise than the last.

With her hand finally free, Bao Li covered her ears.

“Does it have to be so loud in here?!” She wailed.

“What was that?! Speak up!” Mei said as she kept playing.

“I said-”

FWIP!

In an instant, all the room’s gravity had been shut off, sending everyone up into the air.

“Wooo! This is the best part! No gravity!!” Mei sang as she floated about.

Bao Li let out a scream as she frantically held down the skirt of her dress.

“GET ME DOWN! GET ME DOWN! GET ME DOWN!”

Bao Li frantically flailed about, desperately trying to get back on the ground.

Soon after what felt like an hour, Bao Li managed to make her way to the exit.

THWUMP!

Bao Li’s face kissed the ground as she stumbled outside.

She peeled herself off the ground and sat against a trash can.

Bao Li burst into tears and begun to hyperventilate.

She hugged her knees and curled into herself.

After a few moments of crying, the butterfly fluttered around her head.

Bao Li poked her head up and watched the butterfly land before her.

POOF!

In a flash, the butterfly revealed its true form.

“W-Wukong?! What are you doing here?!” Bao Li spluttered out.

“Sorry for scaring you, Bao Li. I just wanted to make sure you were ok after you ran off earlier.” Wukong confessed as he rubbed the back of his head.

Bao Li shot him a disgusted glare.

“You were following me?!”

“Yeah but like I said, it was to check on you! I wasn’t trying to be be a creep or anything!” Wukong insisted as he waved his hands in front of his face.

“Seriously?! I can’t believe you! What part of ‘I need space’ wasn’t clear to you?!” Bao Li snapped as she folded her arms.

“I know you need space but I didn’t want you getting hurt by running off by yourself! It’s dangerous out here and-” -Wukong trailed off and hung his head.

“And what?!”

“I don’t want to lose you again ok?!” Wukong blurted out.

Bao Li felt her heart flutter in her chest.

“What?”

“You heard me! Look, you can hate me all you want but that’s not gonna stop me from protecting you! I would never be able to live with myself if anything happened to you again.” Wukong sighed as he turned his head away, hiding a faint blush.

“Wukong, I don’t hate you.”

Bao Li’s words nearly made Wukong’s eyes pop out of his head.

“You…You don’t hate me? But you said-”

“I said I needed space. I never said I hated you. I honestly couldn’t hate you even if I tried.” Bao Li confessed as she rubbed her arm.

Wukong opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Hey! Bao Li! Are you out here?!”

“Oh dear! That's Mei. I better go and apologize for running off-”-Bao Li got up and took one last look at Wukong- “-Goodbye, Wukong. I hope our paths cross again soon.”

Bao Li was about to walk away when Wukong called out,

“Wait! Before you go-”

Bao Li turned back to look at him.

“Do me a favor and take this-” -Wukong handed Bao Li a small golden, monkey-shaped charm- “-If you ever feel like seeing me again or something then just squeeze this charm, ok?”

Bao Li gently inspected the charm and nodded.

“I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Wukong.”

And with that, Bao Li went back to find Mei.

Wukong let out a heartbroken sigh as he summoned his cloud and flew back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

Little did the two monkeys know, that the glowing purple eyes watched the entire thing go down.

“Looks like I need to step things up a bit.” Chuckled a sinister yet smooth voice.

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gucciwins · 3 years

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as you wish

friends, dressing rooms, and love

Word count: 7237

A/N: hi friends! i enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. bel and harry are precious and i really hope you're enjoying their story. updates may be slow because i'm in uni and things are stacking up. i promise to do my best to update, but you have to promise to be patient and reblog. onto to bigger news i will finally be seeing harry this week and i'm over the moon. every reblog, ask, and message mean the world to me. i love you. take care.

please remember to reblog! let me know what you thought!

warnings: female pleasure, all the fluff,

love on tour series // previous part

Atlanta, Georgia

A new city means new memories.

To make it even better, your best friends would be here spending time with you and getting to know your boyfriend. Naomi had traveled on your bus the morning after the show, and it was awful. She complained too many times, making you feel bad for the others on the bus with you. Harry assured you it was fine, but there was no denying Naomi had taken it a bit far.

Safe to say, there was a reason she preferred flying, and it might have to do with the first-class luxury you help provide for her. She was spoiled, and next time you'd buy her a flight instead of making everyone suffer.

Harry was too happy to care, he had you back, and well, nothing could bring him down.

You were tucked under his arm the entire time as you watched movies in the small lounge area you had. You made everyone grilled cheese with your secret recipe with Harry as your sous chef because he did not want to leave your side.

Some would call this clingy, but you loved having him close. That at any second, you were able to reach over and plant a kiss on his plump pink lips. You treasured these moments with your boyfriend.

To give everyone a bit of peace, you had Naomi eat, then made her favorite sleep time tea and guided her to bed, knowing she needed to rest for when you saw Sarai in a few hours.

Overall, the ride was not your smoothest, but you all made it fun.

You arrived at your hotel, where you made sure to get Naomi on a different floor, or she would not give you space, and as much as you loved her, you valued your alone time with Harry.

She assured you she'd be fine picking up Sarai alone and that you'd meet for dinner. You knew that meant she wanted alone time with her partner, and who were you to try to stop that.

Harry was a mess of nerves, messing with the buttons of his shirt. It was the third time he's changed while you sat on the bed trying to read a book as he promised he'd be done shortly. Only he said that half an hour ago.

"Should I be nervous that you're not that nervous around me?"

"What?"

"You've changed three times, and you've never done that for me. Need to step up my game, don't I?" You tease.

"Bel."

"Yes, Harry."

"Do you want to know why I'm nervous?"

"Enlighten me, darling."

He sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers bare of his rings, and instead stares at the red nail polish that will match his outfits for the next two nights.

"I want them to like me. They mean a lot to you. You speak so highly of them, and I fear them not liking me will affect our relationship," he pauses. "I don't want to lose you."

"Oh, honey." You drop your book and crawl over to him. “Amor, mira me por favor.”

He turns his head, he doesn't look sad, but he's not happy either. He's just worried.

"Harry, listen to me, okay."

Harry nods, his eyes focused on yours. "I adore you. It's been the best month of my life with you. It hasn't been easy, and it won't always be perfect, but as long as you support me and love me like you say you do, we'll be alright. Yes, sure, what my friends say matters, but ultimately I know you. I know the kind, honest and loving man from Holmes Chapel."

"Darling, I love you."

You nudge your nose with his, "I know."

"Do I look okay?"

"You looked amazing two shirts ago."

Harry laughs, nodding. "Let me get my shoes, and we'll head down."

"Perfect, mi estrella."

Harry had a firm grip on your hand, not that you minded. His breathing was heavy, his steps slow; you felt like you were dragging him. You walked into the hotel's restaurant, giving Naomi's last name, and were led to a private table in the back. You were thankful; Naomi was kind to think about your privacy, something that seemed to fly over your head recently.

"Deep breaths, H."

"Easier said."

"Do you want to reschedule? We can move the meeting to tomorrow instead, no pressure."

Harry is quick to shake his head, "I want to, just meeting people for the first time is always nerve-wracking."

You lean up and press a kiss to his cheek, "my shy boy."

Harry lets you guide him down, noticing how your steps pick up as you see two people at a table in the back huddled close together.

"Sarai!" You yell, letting go of Harry's hand.

"Mi cariño." They stand, pulling you in for a tight hug.

"How are you? How was the flight?"

They pull back a large smile on their face, a deep dimple on their left cheek. "All wonderful. I got to fly first class thanks to you."

"Anything for my darlings."

Sarai looks behind you, "who's the handsome fellow?"

You look behind you and reach for Harry's hand that he happily offers, "this is Harry, my boyfriend." You grin up at him before looking back at your friends. "Harry, this is Sarai, my best friend, and you know Naomi."

"Hello, superstar."

"Hi Naomi," he greets before turning to look at Sarai. "Hello, lovely to meet you. I've heard only amazing things."

"As have I," they take his hand accepting his handshake, "as well as some bad."

Harry winces before he can answer you step in, "okay, not your problem to deal with. Also, I'm sure you've been informed we're okay."

"I have, doesn't mean I won't keep my eye on him."

"That's fair, but I'm starving, so let's sit."

Opening up the menu, you're quickly overwhelmed. You had forgotten to look over the menu as you usually do, not wanting to take long. Everyone else seemed to dive right in; you leaned over closer to Harry resting your head on his shoulder. You miss the smile he sends you but feel the flutters in your stomach when he presses a kiss to your head.

"You alright, baby?"

You shake your head no, "didn't look at the menu before."

"Oh, that's my fault, huh."

"No, course not."

He laughs, "nice try, but my comforting took a while."

"I like taking care of you."

"Me too, darling. Trust me enough to order for you."

That is not at all what you were expecting, "would you?"

"Course, love."

"Yes, please. Thank you."

Your waitress comes over and takes your drinks before asking if you need more time. Thankfully you're all ready. Harry orders first for you both, and you don't miss the look Naomi sends you before you smile at her, hoping she'd drop it for now, and she does. As soon as your waitress leaves, you fall into easy conversation.

Sarai leads the conversation wanting to get to know more about Harry and your time on tour. You're not surprised at how quick Harry is to open up to them. Sarai has this light in them that just makes others feel at home instantly. You reach over and squeeze Naomi's hands, happy to be able to have your significant other's getting along so well.

“Amor, esto se mira rico.” Your mouth waters at the sight of your food. You're not quite sure what he ordered, but it smells divine.

"Good, if you don't like it, we can always switch." He offers.

"Thanks, amor."

Sarai and Naomi have the biggest smile on their face; when you look up, you laugh, mouthing 'what.' They shrug you off. You'll have to remember to pester them about it later.

"Sarai, are you excited for the show?"

"Yes, I am. Your band is incredible."

Harry laughs, it's what everyone tells him, and he takes pride in that. "Thank you, they are. We're having the time of our lives."

"I bet, from all the stories mi linda tells."

Harry grins, "she's a great storyteller."

Naomi nods eagerly, "she is. Has she told you one of the Mexican legends? Those stories give me the chills."

"She hasn't." Harry turns to look at you accusingly.

"All in good time." You promise.

Dinner flies by, glasses of wine are drunk, none for you as always. There is laughter and stories, and you can't help but take it all in. This is everything.

The man you're in love with and your best friends getting along is a dream come true. You all rejected dessert stating that the portions were too large and seeing as you all cleaned your plates, there was no room. The conversation had dulled down and knew it was time to head to separate rooms for the night.

"Dinner's on me," you warn Harry.

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips, and you giggle at the taste of the red wine on his lips, "okay, if you say so."

"I do."

"I'm going to go pay," Naomi asks for your card, and you hand it over without a second thought. Harry excuses himself to the restroom, leaving you alone with Sarai.

You link arms with Sarai making your way out of the restaurant thanking the staff.

"Hola."

You laugh, "habla pues."

"Es muy guapo."

"Si, y muy lindo."

"Oh si, te adora."

"Me dijo que me ama."

"No!" They gasp.

You nod, "si, antiere."

"Wow, increible."

"Y tú cómo te sientes?"

“Sarai, lo adoro pero no estoy lista para decirlo.”

"Lo entiendo."

After that, you get lost in conversation, going from topics of the tour to how the weather will be in New York the next few days. You both failed to notice Naomi and Harry, who watched from the side, both standing proud with smiles.

"Do they do this a lot?" Harry asks, pocketing the receipt for dinner.

"All the time." Naomi smiles at how fast both seem to be talking, catching up on everything from the last month.

"How's your Spanish?" Harry asks, knowing his is okay, at best.

"Oh, it's awful. Trust me, we've tried. I know enough but can't hold a conversation like them."

"It's nice to admire."

"That's what fools in love say."

Harry furrows his eyebrows, looking down at Naomi, "don't you love Sarai?"

"I didn't say I disagreed."

Harry laughs, shaking his head at her. He might be a bit biased, but Bel's friends are amazing.

"Enough of this. Let's end the chatter."

"How? Feels like they can go on for ages."

"Leave it to me, superstar."

Harry watches Naomi get in between them but pays her no mind. Not until she turns to smirk at him.

"Basta!"

Both of them look over at Naomi, eyes wide in amusement and not in shock as he assumed. They really must do it a lot.

"Bel left your boyfriend alone."

"Calling yourself a nobody, sweetheart?" Sarai teases, slipping their arm around Naomi's waist.

"I-what. Course not."

"Think you did," Harry jumps in with a proud smile.

"Harold. Not helpful." Naomi bites back, pushing Sarai away from the lobby and into the elevator. Not even stopping to bid them goodnight.

"Did I upset her, or is that normal?"

"Oh, you're fine. It's this thing they do. We'll see them past noon and lots of visible bruises."

"Hmm... they've got the right idea." He suggests.

"Mr. Styles, are you inviting me back to your room?"

"I am Miss Belmonte, do you accept?"

You look away, thinking about it for a second, "hmm…will we just talk up there?"

"We'll do whatever you want to do, sunshine." He promises.

"Sunshine," you repeat. "Call me that again, and I might just never leave you."

Harry smirks, leading you into the elevator pressing the tenth floor where your room is. As soon as the doors closed, he had you pushed against the wall. You gasp, not all expecting it. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath mixing with yours. "Sunshine, I hope you never leave."

You lean up, connecting your lips in a harsh kiss, letting yourselves get lost in the heat of the moment.

It's safe to say you had a wild night together.

Atlanta, Georgia Night One

It has been a moment since it was the three of you. Harry assured you that it was okay for you to go and be tourists in the city of Atlanta for the day. As long as you promised to help him get ready and well, that's something you didn't dream of missing.

Your day started at the Georgia Aquarium. It was a must-see for Naomi. There was a crowd of people, making it easy to blend into the background. A few people pulled a double look but quickly lost you in the wave of people. You spent a significant amount of time watching the otters; there was a point where you all sat down as one kept coming back to swim in front of you. None of you wanted to leave it. The sharks were your favorite, they were top predators, but even they needed help and rehabilitation. You mentioned wanting to swim with them. Sarai told you to lose the idea and never bring it up. While Naomi mouthed that you'd discuss it in private.

After the aquarium, you walked to Centennial Olympic Park that was only minutes away. It was full of families. You stood there taking it all in, seeing all the flags flying proudly. Kids were running in and out of the dancing water fountain. Naomi was tempted to jump in and was about to but stopped when she realized she did not want to walk around with soggy shoes.

Sarai spotted the Ferris wheel across the park and rushed you over, promising it'd be fun and that they had a Groupon for you all. There would be no complaining from you. The workers recognized you but did not ask for photos, something you were thankful for. You engaged in polite conversation and asked how you were enjoying your day and about how you had to try Varsity, as it was a must for all tourists. You promised you'd go, especially as they kept raving about the milkshakes. That is not something you could pass up.

Enjoying the view of the city of Atlanta was something else. There were thousands of people living their lives just as you were. It made you smile as you realized how small everyone was and how lucky you were to cross paths with the people in your life.

Naomi drove you to Varsity, claiming she was the best driver, and as much as you disagreed with that statement, you still let her drive. You enjoyed looking at the city, and you might not be able to visit every location you'd enjoy the time you had now.

During your late lunch, you're filled with so much love, but you're missing something. It's silly, really, but you know it's Harry. After so long together, even a few hours apart have you missing Harry. You're about to reach for your phone to check in on him when your phone buzzes.

Harry

Miss you, sunshine. xxx

Bel

was just about to text you. xx

i miss you too xxx

Harry

Are we in sync, darling? xxx

Does this make us clingy? xxx

Bel

dork

no, it doesn't xxx

Harry

You coming back soon?

Bel

see you in half an hour.

Harry

Drive safe, love. I love you xxx

"Okay, back to earth."

You raise your head, a flushed look on your face as both Naomi and Sarai stare at you with smirks on their faces.

"You don't need to say it."

"Awe, but it's so fun."

"Take me back to my boyfriend, please."

"As you wish, mi cariño," Sarai agrees, smiling.

You know they are thrilled for you to be in a secure and happy relationship. As much as you love them and enjoy spending time with Naomi and Sarai, nothing beats your time with Harry. His presence is calming and comforting, and everything you'll need.

Arriving at the venue, it was chaos as it always is, with everyone running around getting everything ready for a smooth show. As promised, you arrived as Harry was beginning to change. You ran into Tommy, who told you Harry was difficult today because he didn't want to break your routine. It was sweet, but you also hate being an inconvenience to everyone.

You walk in to find Harry slipping on his red wide-leg trousers, not even looking up to who walked in.

"I asked to be alone," he mutters.

"Hmm...rumor is you're being a diva."

Harry's head shoots, a smile overtaking his face. In the next second, you're being wrapped in a big hug. "Bel, you're here."

"Told you I was on my way."

He pouts, "left me all day. Almost showtime."

You laugh, "you've got a good two hours before showtime."

"You missed soundcheck."

"Are you upset? You told me it was okay."

Harry holds you tighter, "I'm being a baby, missed you."

"Glad to know you know how you're acting."

"Kissy, baby?"

You chuckle, pulling back to look at him. His eyes are soft, and he looks tired. That's what it is. You had a late night and early morning. You're both feeling tired, and a quick nap will do you both wonders.

You place your hand to the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you, connecting your lips in a slow kiss. He doesn't move, letting you keep this laid-back pace, just allowing you to take each other in. He pulls back, resting his head on your shoulder letting out a deep sigh.

"Let's take a nap, yeah? I'm tired."

"Okay, because you're tired." He agrees.

"Gotta apologize after, okay. Tommy said you weren't the easiest today."

"Promise."

You let go of him, a whine leaving his lips. "Shush, going to lay on the couch, let you lay on me, okay, mi amor."

"Yeah, mi sol." He mumbles, bringing his hand up, trying to brush the sleep away,

"What did you say?"

There's a glint in his eye as he takes in your surprised reaction. "Liked sunshine so much, and well, rayo de sol isn't so cute."

"You're a dream, Styles."

"I try." He shrugs, removing the pants he had slipped on to not wrinkle them.

Bel

harry's going to have a nap. we'll be up 45 minutes before showtime. dinner would be good if you could. x

Tommy

Anything for you, Bel. You're a lifesaver.

You put your phone down, laying on the couch, thankful it was big and that Harry liked traveling with so many throw pillows provided by Gucci. You tug at Harry's hand to hurry him up, knowing he needs to sleep more than you do. Harry is careful as he lays next to you, pushing you up against the back of the couch, resting his head on your chest.

"Tired, mi estrella."

"A little."

"Me too."

"I got you," he murmurs, eyes shut and breathing slowing down.

You run your hand up and down his back, helping him fall asleep quicker, "and I got you, H. Always."

Sarai was kind enough to wake you up with two plates of food, saying they volunteered wanting to check on you. They walked out, leaving you alone, as you pressed kisses to Harry's head, hand rubbing his back, whispering it was time to wake up. He let out a small groan, burying his face further in your chest, and knew Ayae would have to come back in to fix the curls that got messed up in his sleep.

“Got a show, mi estrella.”

"Comfy."

You chuckle, tapping his bum. "Come on, dinners here, and I'm starving. Ayae will be in soon to fix your hair."

"Hungry?"

"Yes, are you?"

"Mhm."

The next half-hour passed by quickly as you and Harry ate dinner quietly. Ayae came in and did not comment on his hair, only offering you a fond smile as she could see the sleep you both were trying to push away. Soon after, Jeff rushed in, telling Harry to get dressed as there wasn't much time until they had to get him to the stage. Harry assured him a few minutes late would be fine.

Harry slipped on the red wide-leg trousers once more. You helped him button up the black shirt with an outline of poppies all around. It was gorgeous and simple. He adjusted the red suspenders, and you promised to slip on your red boots to match him. You agreed, liking that you have something intimate between the both of you. You sent him off with a few kisses wishing him luck.

His mood was over the moon, compared to earlier, and you were glad to see it. Now it was time to enjoy the show.

Jeff had made lanyards for Sarai and Naomi, and they were thrilled, taking picture after picture, and Jeff made them promise none of them would be posted online. They assured him they wouldn't, and he trusted them, as did you, because they would never betray your trust like that.

Tommy had offered you seats, but you declined, knowing they wanted to watch with you in the private pit. There was something special about knowing you had friends there supporting your boyfriend. Sure they were fans, but at the end of the day, they came for you to make sure you were doing alright.

The show had been going well; the fans were loud and excited. You felt that Atlanta brought a new energy you hadn't felt before. There were smiles everywhere. It was contagious.

You'd surround yourself in this type of environment forever if you could.

Sarai and Naomi spent their time singing and dancing together, being sweet, sharing kiss after kiss. They were so enough even so many years later, you were just waiting for one of them to pop the question, both having purchased rings for the other already. You remember all the times you spent time with them being the third wheel wishing for someone to love you as much as they loved each other, and you think you've finally found it.

Harry loves you, you might not be able to express your love out in public, but you both knew, and that was enough for you.

The concert had moved by quickly, not that you had any clue what time it was, only that it was the time Harry conversed with the fans right before 'canyon moon.'

Naomi leans in close, "his fans are a bit odd."

You laugh and turn to look at her, "why do you say that?"

She gestures to the posters around you. "That one says stomp on me, please."

"At least they're polite." You tease.

"Right, glad you don't have this job, or I'd be searching for the worst one each night."

Sarai squeezes in, not wanting to feel left out, "that one says treat puppies with kindness."

You quickly look over to where they point and grin, spotting the dog as it sits next to its owner with its own special earphones.

"That's the best thing I've seen all day." Naomi points her phone to them snapping a photo and posting it on her story.

"I'd feel embarrassed to hold one," Sarai confesses.

Harry is speaking with the crowd making it easier to hear each other.

Naomi smirks, "we should make one for tomorrow."

Sarai sighs but agrees.

"You can both be in the pit," you offer.

"Can we?"

"Really?"

"Yes, you should experience it."

"It's thrilling." Naomi shares wrapping her arms around Sarai to get them to say yes.

"See if he can spot you."

Naomi rolls her eyes, a playful smile on her lips, "please, like he has eyes for anyone else."

"Excuse me?"

"She's right."

You're about to reply when Jeff nudges you. You turn to see what he needs, but he's pointing to the stage, where Harry is walking around playing with the microphone's cord staring right at you. Once Harry realizes he finally has your attention, he mouths, "eyes on me, angel."

You feel your face flush, raising your hands to make a heart for him, and know you won't be looking away for the last fifteen minutes of the show. Harry smiles and happily bounces away. Naomi bumps your hip with yours, "told you."

These shows are about Harry and his fans, yet he always makes you feel seen. You feel his eyes on you constantly as you dance and sing to all the songs. How you scream when he does a new note change. You have this happiness that takes over you when you watch Harry do what he was made to do.

You can't believe how lucky you are to get to experience this every night.

And how lucky you are that he decided to choose you as his partner.

Once the band is off the stage, you're hurrying backstage, leaving your friends behind only one thing on your mind.

You race past a lot of the crew shouting hellos as you make your way to Harry. There's this urge to see him, and you need it now. You're in such a hurry you don't realize you passed his dressing room until you see the showers up ahead. You abruptly stop and turn around. You do your signature two knocks and walk in, making sure to lock the door behind you. Harry stands there, phone in hand, shooting his mother his end of show text as he does each night.

"Harry," you breathe, rushing into his arms, not giving him a moment to prepare.

"Sunshine, hi."

"You were wonderful, fuck; you drive me crazy when you're up there."

Harry smirks, "do I?"

You nod, "yes, you do."

Harry begins to move you back slowly until your thighs crash into the vanity. His hands move to your waist, pushing you up to sit down.

"Did you wear this skirt for me?" His hands were moving up your thighs slowly, and you needed more; you needed him.

"Mhm, all for you, mi amor."

Harry got down on his knees; you bit your lip, holding in a moan at the sight in front of you. He was sweating and wet, his hair a mess, yet he looked ready to devour you.

His fingers slid down the zipper of your skirt, and you raised your hips, holding on to the vanity to not fall. It was on the floor in the next second, your green floral panties joining them soon after.

"Spread your legs for me, love. Want to see all of you."

You do as he says, not missing the way his eyes shine with lust as he sees how wet you are for him.

Harry leaned in, trailing kisses up your thighs, some soft, some harsher that would surely bruise. Your moans got louder the closer he got to where you wanted his mouth.

"Need you, amor."

"Where?"

Fuck.

He was teasing you, and you didn't want that anymore. No, you wanted him to make you come.

"I'd give you the world, angel. All you have to do is ask."

"Want your mouth on me, want you to make me come." You breathed out, his hair tickling between your thighs sent a shiver up your spine.

"As you wish."

Harry kissed his way to your pussy, enjoying how you were squirming for him. He spread your legs further apart, and he licked from the bottom of your pussy to the top. Circling your clit, he repeated the motion when you moaned, encouraging him. Rocking your hips into his mouth, but his hands soon moved up to hold you in place. Every nerve in your body was trained on his mouth and the pleasure he was bringing you. As his tongue glided along your wet folds, you were overcome with desire and need.

"Taste divine," he breathed out against you, his eyes the only thing you could see.

Harry added a little more pressure to your clit. He could feel you getting wetter. He knew you were close. He slid a finger in, and you let out a cry at how good it felt. You gasped, pushing your hips forwarding and grabbing a fist of his hair to hold him there. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, bringing you close to your orgasm. His mouth was still on you, licking you clean as he moaned at the taste of you. Everything happened so fast, and you knew you were going to come soon.

"Come on, baby. Come for me," he coaxed.

You let yourself go and gasped as your orgasm hit with force. The instant you came, Harry pulled his finger out and thrust his tongue inside to capture all of you. He moaned, sending the vibrations through your body. You whimpered as he continued to lap you through your orgasm. Harry pulled back, pressing kisses to your thighs once again as you leaned back against the mirror, trying to relax.

You pulled at his shirt, urging him to stand up; he did so, coming up to cradle your face in his hands. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a bruising kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He pulled away with a gasp, his lips glistening, and you smiled, knowing it all because of you.

"Best after-show treat." He confesses

You giggle as he walks back over, helping you slip on your sweats as he helps you off the vanity. He carries a change of clothes for you in his bag just in case of emergencies. And, well, you really don't want to wear a skirt when your thighs are littered with bruises from his hold on you. You don't mind them but don't need anyone else seeing them.

Harry assures you he'd be okay and that you'd finish this at the hotel, not wanting to linger any longer when there was a large king-size bed waiting for you both.

"Ready to rest, mi amor."

"I am, long day."

"Ready to do it again tomorrow?"

"With you by my side, I am."

Atlanta, Georgia Night Two

Back-to-back shows are fun but so tiring. You were up early, having promised Harry you'd go on a run together, hoping he'd forget, but he didn't. You regretted it the first mile, but your endorphins were hitting after the second, and you wanted to keep going. It was a great way to explore the city and spend time with Harry since he was always needed everywhere the day of the show.

Harry kept you close to him; today, he knew you wanted to spend time with your friends but also wanted to be selfish. There was comfort in knowing there was only a short distance between you today at all times.

You had downtime, having come back from soundcheck and resting. You weren't tired enough for a nap, just had your eyes closed as Harry played with your hair. He was silent, and you knew he had something on his mind. He was fidgety, not allowing himself to sit long.

"Sleeping, baby?"

"No."

"Need to talk about something."

You blink your eyes open, adjusting to the light sitting up. You turn, resting your legs on his lap. He's staring at you, looking worried, and you don't like that, so to fix it, you lean in and give him a kiss he happily responds to. The nerves wash away as you wait for him to speak up.

"Well, last time you got upset because I didn't communicate, and now I want to be upfront."

You take hold of his hand, bringing it up to place a small kiss on his knuckles to let him know you're listening.

"Well, after Houston and Little Rock, there will be a final show. In Long Island, at this new arena that is opening up, and well, it's their grand opening, and I hope you can be there."

That's huge to be the opener to a new arena that he is sure to sell out, and he wanted you there.

"Harry, that's amazing. I'd love to be there."

"You would?" He asked, surprised.

"Of course, if I can be there supporting you, I will be."

Harry can't contain his excitement and brings you in for a passionate kiss. "I love you," he breathes against your lips.

"I'm here for you, H. For as long as you want me."

"Forever, my love."

The moment ends a few seconds after Sarai bursts in with no Naomi insight.

"What's up, lovely?"

"Estoy enojada?"

"Qué paso?"

“Naomi no me quiso dar tu suéter.”

"Mi suéter?" You sit there confused, glancing at Harry, smiling at you, not tuned into the conversation.

“El del otro día que te quito.”

"Y por qué se lo pelean?"

“Lo quiero usar y ella dijo que no.”

Before you can respond, Naomi walks in with the infamous sweater.

"They're lying," Naomi states, not glancing at her partner.

"Right, it's your turn to explain."

She steps forward and clears her throat, "well, I want to wear it because when I return it at the end of the night, it'll smell like me, and you'll think of me when you wear it. But if Sarai wears it, it will smell like them."

You roll your eyes at their dramatics. "The sweater isn't even mine."

Both turn to look at you in surprise, "who's is it?"

"Your mom's," you tell Naomi with a fond smile thinking back to when you went thrift shopping with Naomi's mother, Roma, and you helped her find some fantastic things. The sweater is one of them. "We got it a few years ago when we went out shopping. She gave it to me before I left for London. Told me to take a piece of home with me."

"That's sweet," Naomi confesses, looking down at the sweater.

You feel Harry reach down and squeeze your hand.

"So the sweater stays with me, hand it over." Naomi brings it over, no questions asked, "now go raid my clothes, it's three doors down labeled Bel, and don't you dare take anything of Harry's I will know."

They both rush out with shouts of getting the pink silk top you never let them borrow.

"You know I'm fine with them grabbing my clothes."

You turn, smiling at Harry. Your hands are on his chest as you play with the collar of his shirt; it has a small tear in it. "I don't want to see my friends in your clothes, call me selfish, but that's for me."

"Not selfish at all, quite like you in my clothes, especially when I get to take it off," he replies cheekily.

"Styles, don't start something you can't finish."

"Who said-"

There's a knock on the door interrupting Harry. He sighs, walking away from you to open the door. It's Ayae who's here to get Harry ready. You nod, knowing it's close to showtime.

Looking over your shoulder, you see Harry's clothes for the night. He's wearing a red silk shirt with floral designs similar to the shirt from last night. He's pairing it with red trousers, black suspenders, and black boots. Well, it seems you should match, and you have just the outfit for it.

You leave, promising to come back when you're done getting ready to help him finish. He pouts but lets you go after you give him a few kisses.

Walking into the small room designated for Harry's clothes, you find Naomi and Sarai making out, rainbow boa wrapped around them. As much as you love teasing them, seeing them so in love with each other will always bring you joy.

"Hey, make out over."

They jump apart, bumping heads as they do so.

"Not nice, babes."

"Go make out elsewhere. I'm going to change."

"What are you planning on wearing?

"This red dress with white flowers laced around and black heels." It's also long enough to hide last night's bruises that Harry spent the morning kissing after your shower together.

Naomi smirks, "matching lover boy are you?"

"So what?"

"Nothing, it's cute."

"Whatever." You turn away, hiding how your face flushed, knowing it's a bit much to match, but Harry will love it.

You're ready in under half an hour, foregoing the makeup as usual. Not looking forward to taking off. Walking back to Harry, Jeff stops you for conversation right outside Harry's door. You're catching up on Glenne, and how excited you are to see her soon; when Harry's door swings open, he glares at Jeff as he pulls you in. Not before flipping off Jeff.

"Harry, alright there?"

"Just Jeff being on my ass. Trying to steal my time with you."

You can't help the laugh that escapes you, "here now."

"Good, need good luck kisses."

"Well, come get them."

Harry loved his job; he did. The fans and how caring and supportive they are. The fact that each night they dress up for his shows. Each night they come to be themselves openly and freely, just as he does. It's an environment he's proud to have created, and he hopes he can keep it like this for as long as he continues performing.

Tonight's show had been going well. There was lots of dancing and interaction with the fans. He sees a few familiar faces in front rows, offering them a wave sending them kisses. He wants everyone in the audience to know he's thankful.

Harry finds you in the crowd looking proud. He makes sure you know he has his eye on you, especially during 'cherry.' A blush takes over his face when he sees you blowing him kisses. He mouths thank you and moves along.

He's made it to the point of the night where he reads some signs and interacts with the fans.

There's lots more tonight, one about Eros and smirks walking away from knowing that can't be addressed.

Harry stops when he spots two familiar faces, he looks to where you are standing and finds you chatting with Tommy. You send him a wave noticing he's stopped. His eyes fall back to the crowd and scans for the two people again.

He brings the microphone up, pointing a finger at them, "I've got friends in the crowd." A loud cheer erupts, and he waits for them to settle. "They have a poster." He takes a step closer, pulling the microphone along. "Do you mind if I read it?"

Both Naomi and Saraí shake their heads no, and Saraí holds the sign higher.

"Okay, it says cherries or strawberries." He laughs, seeing what's written underneath "there's a right answer."

"No pressure," Naomi shouts, causing the crowd to laugh.

"Uh…both are very good. I have songs about both, but definitely strawberries."

Harry sees Saraí jump cheering, and he laughs in celebration. "Was that right?"

Saraí yells, “well done.”

"Thank goodness. Thought you'd end our friendship in front of everyone."

Harry thanks them for being here and does his speech promising fifteen minutes of nonstop dancing.

He keeps his eyes on Naomi and Saraí, ensuring they're alright but also knows they've got Tommy close by if anything happens. They've moved more to the back, and he's worried for Bel.

He's not sure if she's comfortable being seen or not; he looks over at her as he's prancing around and finds hers lost in the music dancing shouting the lyrics with Tallulah and Ayae. It's enough to relax and know she's in good hands.

At the end of 'kiwi,' he runs off stage and through the back, smiling at all the fans he runs past. It was one of the best nights, but he's ready to have his girl back in his arms.

Harry was showered and now meeting up with everyone in the common area. Drinks were being passed around as well as desserts. Everyone was chatting and cheering at the end of two successful nights. Mentally preparing themselves for Harrryween would be something else entirely.

You were chatting with Jeff when Harry came bouncing in like the bright star he is. You had seen him after the show, but he encouraged you to mingle with everyone, promising not to take long.

Harry wraps you up in a hug, then goes off and hugs Jeff, who pats him on the back, leaving you both alone. He rests a hand on your waist, guiding you both over to your friends, where Niji had just finished sharing a story.

"Naomi, Saraí," he greets with a loud cheer. "It was a nice surprise to see you in the crowd."

Naomi flashes him a smile before nudging her partner, "wanted to give Saraí the experience."

"All good, I hope?"

"It was great. Everyone was so kind." Sarai shares.

"Glad to hear it."

Time passes quickly, and next thing you know, Tommy has ushered you away as Saraí, Naomi, and Harry share a private conversation as they say their goodbyes.

"Harry, we love you. You're great." Sarai starts, instantly calming him.

"Thank you, really."

Naomi smiles, holding on tight to Sarai's hand, "be patient, and keep loving our Bel."

"I will. I do love her and want nothing but the best for her."

"We know." They assure him.

"Thank you for visiting. I know it meant a lot to Bel."

"Course, we missed her also."

Harry gives them their own hug and grins when he sees Bel coming back their way.

"Oh, that thing you asked for is with Jeff as promised."

"My heroes."

"Let us know how it goes," Sarai pipes in.

"You leaving me, lovelies," you say, that sadness evident in your tone.

"We are early flights. Thanks to someone." Sarai nudges Naomi aside, pulling you in for a tight hug. Saying goodbye is hard, but you'll see them soon enough.

"I'll miss you."

"Sure you will."

"I will," Naomi promises.

"Let your parents know I'll check in soon to go over Christmas plans."

"Christmas is ages away, mate."

"Do you want to be uninvited?"

Naomi rolls her eyes, "like my parents would let you."

Sarai giggles, "they would."

"Not helping, babe."

"Relay the message, would you, you stinker."

"Sure, okay."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Naomi hugs you tight, and for a second, you think she won't let go, and she doesn't until Sarai pulls her back. You embrace Sarai, squeezing tight and reminding them to send you messages when they've boarded the plane and arrived home.

You watch them walk away, and soon enough, everyone is bidding you goodnight. You're in no hurry to leave, letting Harry walk you around the empty arena, walking down empty hallways.

"Harry,"

"Yes, love."

"Are you excited for Halloween?"

"Yes, lots of surprises up my sleeve."

"Will you tell me?"

"No."

"Awe." You pout and look at him with the softest look you could muster, "please."

"Nope."

"Will it be worth it?"

"Most definitely."

You nod, accepting the answer, hugging him closer with the arm wrapped around his waist, "you're worth everything, H."

You miss the blush that takes over Harry's face and feel as he places kiss after kiss to your temple.

"As are you, my love."

thank you for reading <33 i adore you

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

•••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

•••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”

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helloprettybb · 3 years

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pretty in pink

first bucky ficcccc. and it’s smut smut smut smut smut.

pairing: ceo!bucky x reader

description: you’ve been a good girl all day, so bucky decides you deserve a treat.

warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, daddy kink, praise kinkish, squirting, multiple orgasms, choking, again just a whole lot

word count: 1.4k

It’s a quiet day. Abnormally quiet, in fact. Usually, you’d be clinging onto Bucky begging for attention, but instead, you’re sitting quietly at the other end of the couch. Bucky said he had some work to do and instead of whining until he pushed it back, you simply nodded and moved away from Bucky. He didn’t know what game you were playing, but he just accepted that you chose to be good today and got a start on his work.

So, for the past four hours, Bucky’s been staring at spreadsheets and making conference calls all while you sit still and look very pretty. He spared himself a look every once in a while, but every time he stole a glance, you were looking away, rather it was at your phone or out the windows of the penthouse.

A couple of times he took more than a quick look. How couldn’t he when you wore an outfit like that! You knew what you were doing, too. Although you played innocent, Bucky knew that the short light pink skirt and matching baby tee were designed to distract him. But you weren’t actively trying to tempt him so he pushed the lustful thoughts from his mind and turned his attention to work.

After nearly five hours, Bucky hangs up his last call. “I’m done, baby.” he turns to you and expects you to rush to his side, but instead, you spare him a small smile.

“Oh, that’s good.” you reply.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at that, “That’s it? Good?”

“Yep,” you pop the p. He moves closer to you. He thinks, what game are you trying to play, and asks you just that.

“No game, daddy.” Oh, so it’s definitely a game. “Just wanted to be a good girl for you.”

He smiles at that. A sense of pride fills him as he thinks about how he’s the only man you’re like this with, for now, and forever. “Oh, well in that case.” He places his right hand beside you, trapping you between him and the couch. You don’t look scared if anything, the opposite. He lifts your chin with his other hand and whispers, “I think my good girl deserves a reward.”

You whimper at that, “Please, daddy.”

“What do you want, baby?” he asks.

You answer immediately like you’ve been thinking about it for the whole day, which knowing you, is probably true. “I want you to fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel your cock in my tight pussy.” Oh, you look so innocent saying that with your bright eyes and soft lips.

Bucky uses the hand under your chin to pull you into a kiss. He’s been craving this all day and tasting the strawberry from your lip gloss makes him regret spending all those hours working. But he’s here now, so he pushes work from his mind and goes back to you.

You and the little whimpers and moans you make against his lips. He’s barely touched you, besides moving his right hand down to your waist. You’re needy as you clutch his shirt and pull him closer. He laughs at your desperateness, but you muffle his chuckles with your mouth. Bucky moves his hands down and under your skirt. Before he even touches your skin, he feels the wetness through your panties.

Bucky pulls away, “Fuck, baby. You’re soaking.”

You moan, “Cause I’ve been thinking about you ruining me.” His fingers trail under the thin piece of fabric and easily slides a finger in. “No daddy, not your fingers.” you whine. “Want your cock, now.”

Usually, he wouldn’t put up with this slight disobedience, but you’ve been so good all day, so he’ll allow it. Besides, this is supposed to be your reward. “Okay, impatient little girl.” Bucky unbuckles his belt and starts to unzip his pants. Meanwhile, you remove your top, revealing your tits. Fuck, you haven’t been wearing a bra the whole time.

You go to remove your skirt, but Bucky stops you, “No, leave it on.” You smile and remove your panties. Bucky stands up to remove his pants and you openly stare at the bulge in his underwear. He pulls his pants and underwear down. You lick your lips when his cock bounces up to his stomach. If you weren’t so impatient, you probably would’ve asked for a taste.

He removes his shirt and joins you back on the couch. Your legs are spread, inviting him in. He strokes himself before lining up with your core. He pushes in and your mouth goes slack. The initial push in always feels new, no matter how many times you do this.

He bottoms out and pulls you into a heated kiss as he gives you time to adjust. You pull away and tell him, “Daddy, please fuck him until I can’t walk.” He just about cums at that. He starts thrusting into you, hard and deep.

You grab onto his broad back. He could feel the nails digging and marks forming, but he doesn’t care. It actually turns him on, even more, knowing that you claimed him in a way. When he looks in the mirror tomorrow, he’ll be reminded of your sweet strawberry lips and little pink skirt. He’ll think about how you wrap around him so tightly and how you cry lightly when he hits that spot.

“Faster, daddy. Please.” You cry. You’re loud as fuck and Bucky loves it. Between the slapping of skin and yells, he thinks he’s in paradise. Your eyes are misty with tears and Bucky wipes one before moving that hand down to your throat. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he squeezes the perfect amount of pressure to make a loud moan leave your pretty lips.

“Fuck, baby. Look so pretty getting destroyed on my cock.” he praises. You can barely respond.

Mustering out an airy, “F-feel so good,” You’re losing the ability to speak, on the verge of being completely fucked out. He snaps his hips into you, making little yelps escape your mouth. Your perfect tits bounce with every thrust and Bucky can’t help but attach his mouth to your right breast. He starts to suck and you cry out, cumming around his cock. But he doesn’t let up.

He slows down for a little to not make you too uncomfortable, but once you start muttering for more, he goes back to his fast, hard thrusts. After sucking your tits, he moves up to face you. Your eyes are fluttering, trying to keep them open. Bucky kisses you again, snaking his hand down to your clit.

He rubs the small button as he uses his left arm to move your leg onto his shoulder. You scream at all the sensations. “So deep in that pussy, shit, baby. Can tell you’re gonna cum by how you're clenching around my cock.” You nod whether in confirmation or pleasure.

“Ah, Bucky,” you yell and your climax hits. Bucky can feel his orgasm cumming and is about to speed up when he feels extra wetness between your legs. He slows and looks down.

Groaning at the sight, he says, “You fucking squirted. So hot, baby.” He kisses you passionately. Switching positions so that he’s sitting on the couch and you’re on top, he thrusts his hips into you.

You’re barely able to move with your arms wrapped around his neck. Bucky does all the work as he pushes your hips up and down. You mumble incoherently as he approaches his climax. The last few words he hears from you are, “Cum in my pussy, daddy.” He busts at that and you cum one last time. He can tell from the faint clench around his cock followed by the pulsating.

The both of you are covered in sweat. He strokes your hair to calm you down. The heavy breathing lessens and the heartbeat slows as time passes. He pulls away, fully expecting you to be exhausted. But instead, you ask, “Round two?”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel #marvel imagines #marvel smut

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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Hi do you think you do the 4 lords reaction to finding out their GN s/o has a shadow demon that goes wherever they go and some time find the 2 of them playing board games

Hiii!! okay important note here! i decided to go a little off topic (sorry) for the purpose of a part 2 where the lord’s s/o will be an angel!! of course still gender neutral and there will be a shadow demon but the s/o will be a demon that hasn’t fully formed yet!

i’ve been really uninspired lately so this probably isn’t my best! i apologise :((

Devil or Angel? Pt.1

General HC’s

It was strange how quickly your life had changed. One morning you were just a normal villager in some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere Romania and the next day you woke up from the cold dirty ground with a pair of huge dark wings and sharp nails.

You had been exploring some of the woodlands surrounding the village, looking for a water source which was running low when a dark figure came barrelling towards you. It felt like hours, when really it was only a few seconds of sharp searing pain. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the village alone.

You didn’t die however, or maybe you did? You weren’t quite sure what was happening to your body. All you knew was it must have been something supernatural to make the huge black wings appear.

“Looks like you finally woke up! Do you know how fucking boring it is just waiting for you to wake up?”

You screamed in terror at the large demonic creature floating above you. It was surrounded by a cloud of black mist with red eyes that pierced through its silhouette. It had a large wicked smile aligned with sharp teeth and a set of wings that matched your own.

Behind those eyes was something much more human however, in fact it looked rather bored.

“Who, or what are you?! And mind that language!”

The creature only laughed at you, amused by the whole situation which bothered you beyond compare.

“Well I’m a demon, if I didn’t swear you’d probably think me an angel with these playful charms I posses! And to be more specific I’m your demon, it seems you fell prey to one of the other demons condemned to this world it’s quite the tragedy really.”

You were shocked at just how easily this creature, this demon talked to you. As if it was a completely normal morning and life in the village had not changed at all.

“Oh don’t act so shocked, you medieval villagers have been worshiping my kind for a lot longer than that Mother Miranda. You’re one of us now!”

Surprisingly over time the creature, who’d you’d nicknamed “red” for their glowing eyes, was slowly growing on you. You might even call them a friend.

Sure Red was cocky as all hell and didn’t hesitate to cause trouble amongst the village but they became very protective over you and showed you the ropes on life as a demon.

Life can get kinda boring when you’re practically immortal and so you and red pass the time playing old Romanian board games and solitaire. When village life got really boring you even stooped so low to play go fish together.

A lot of the time you cause mischief in and around the village while Red was practically the devil on your shoulder, egging you on to stir the pot. The lycans were particularly enjoyable to taunt.

Regardless of everything, you couldn’t see yourself without Red and to lose them would crush you. There had been one too many nights when you’d chat about everything and nothing until you fell asleep curled up underneath your wings.

That was when you felt a protective wing curl around you, one that wasn’t your own.

“Always gotta fall asleep on me don’t you, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll have you partying all night before you know it kiddo.”

Alcina Dimitrescu

It started out as a stupid dare when Red dared you to sneak into Castle Dimitrescu and steal the Lady’s lipstick after hearing the village gossip that it was expensive.

You did not expect however to get caught in the hallway, starting straight up into the eyes of Alcina Dimitrescu, a stuttering and blushing mess. It was something that Red would tease you for until eternity ended.

After winning her favour, both you and Red were invited to stay in the Castle with Alcina and her daughters. She thought you were much better company than her brother and her affluent but gothic lifestyle totally appealed to you.

As it turns out you and Alcina had a lot more in common, both being creatures of a supernatural nature. You enjoyed the lazy afternoons curled up on the couch, a glass of maidens blood in your hand as she gentle stroked the back of her hand against your wings.

You had the finest outfits that matched your black wings perfectly and everything was tailor made so you were comfortable.

Red taught you how to fly so you were able to use your wings to be at eye level with Alcina which was perfect for hugs and kisses.

It turns out that Red is a great babysitter for the girls and keeps them entertained with hunting maidens and chasing them around the Castle while you and Alcina can spend some time together.

Donna Beneveinto

At first, Donna is truly scared of you and Red much like how you were in the beginning. But eventually, with the help of Angie she saw that you were not going to harm her.

You loved to spend time with Donna and watch her make her dolls or sew her dresses. Sometimes Red will come back with Angie from a day of causing trouble to find you reading to her another encyclopaedia of plants. Her head is resting on your chest and your wings are wrapped around her protectively while you read.

Your favourite thing to do together is to take Donna into your arms and fly to the top of the mountain where the waterfall begins and watch the sunset together. She’ll always have a deathly grip on your hand the whole time even though you’ve reassured her that you’d never drop her.

One time when you leaned in and gave her a kiss, a rather loud noise was heard from the corner and interrupted you.

“EWWW you guys are too cute!! All that lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick!”

Red is standing to the side with Angie on their shoulder who is sitting there making her own dramatic faces. One of Angie’s wooden hands covers Red’s eyes while the other is held on her forehead as if the kiss was enough to kill her.

Besides from their comment both Angie and Red act like your wing man for your relationship with Donna. They absolutely love you two together and have set up many dates for the two of you.

Salvatore Moreau

You meet Salvatore Moreau one day when you’re at the reservoir playing hide and seek in the near by mines with Red.

As it’s your turn to hide you end up ducking between some planks to find a tv set up and a small couch. Sitting in the middle of it happens to be someone you now know as Sal.

He thought you were going to kill him at first, hiding his face in his hands but very slowly after some months he saw that you weren’t a threat.

Over this time trying to convince Sal that you weren’t going to hurt him and trying to spend more time with him, Red took the opportunity to tease you for your crush.

“I think someone’s in got a little crush hmm??”

Eventually you become very close with Sal and the two of you will playfully chase each other at the reservoir. Sal will swim just below the surface while you fly just above it and your fingers brush together just where the water meets the air.

One time when you were chasing Red around the rooftops of the old village, you slipped and fell into the water, something that your large feathery wings did not enjoy and Red had to pull you out.

You ended up bundled on the couch with Sal, a bunch of blankets around you as your wings dried out. It took forever and you ended up a giant bundle of fluffy feathers but Sal thought you looked adorable.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl caught you and Red taunting the lycans when he went to check on them at their den one day. At the site of you two he raised an eyebrow and proceeded to light a cigar.

“I think you two may be lost, don’t you know it’s dangerous out here?”

You can hear the sarcasm in his voice and you spread your wings out to be intimidating, Red’s black mist behind you adding to it.

“Indeed it is very dangerous out here, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

It was then when the three of you burst into a fit of laughter knowing that you were the strongest creatures in these woods and nothing could really hurt either of you.

Both you and Karl had a mischievous side and spent a lot of time causing trouble for his sister in her Castle.

It was fun to spend time with Karl and you both grew rather close. He even trusted you enough to let you help him on some of his plans and designs.

Red was particularly fond of the idea of killing Mother Miranda.

“Ooh when she’s gone can I have my picture put back up?! Pretty please!”

Karl designed his soldats with a red glowing chest plate that reminded him of your red glowing eyes which now matched Red’s.

While Karl will deny it forever, he’s completely in awe of you and finds you absolutely breathtaking. He can’t get over how soft your wings are and always cuddles up to you complaining that it’s cold even though it’s sweltering hot in the factory.

One day Karl took you by surprise and kissed you gently but with a degree of confidence which took him months to find. You melted into him and wrapped your arms around him securely, completely forgetting Red who’s hovering in the room.

“Guys I hate to break it to you but I’m kinda third wheeling here…”

Needless to say, Red third wheeled a lot and ended up befriend Sturm as an alternative to watching you guys make out.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #resident evil village #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil #asks #prompt

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deathflm · 3 years

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PROTECTING YOU — A. WING

bodyguard! au with artem!

warnings: not thoroughly edited!<//3

notes: finished nge and squid game the same night i cannot mentally recover from this😕👎👎

bodyguard! artem who always insists on holding your umbrella during the rain, no matter how much taller or shorter you are than him. sometimes, it proves to be as hassle as you watch him trouble to stay under the umbrella himself since he’s keeping it at the perfect height to cover you. you always tell him that you can hold your own umbrella, so he could hold his and not have to risk getting wet but he never listens.

bodyguard! artem who respects your boundaries and stays an agreeable distance away from you and your friends in public but will have a heart attack and instantly call you when he loses sight of your group.

“artem, we’re in the washroom,” you say, annoyed. that was the fifth call this hour while you were just trying to have a nice outing with your friends. even so, you couldn’t blame him for being so concerned for your well being.

bodyguard! artem who instantly knows when you’ve had a bad day based on how your acting and will do whatever to cheer you up. he won’t outright ask you what’s wrong, but he’d hint at it and your bring favourite snack as a bargaining chip. if you choose to tell him, he’ll listen very intently and mentally make note of what or more importantly, who had made you feel bad. you will definitely catch him eyeing the person if he ever meets them.

though if you don’t feel comfortable telling him, he’ll just start bringing you little gifts in order to make you feel better. he considers it apart of his job as your bodyguard. the plushie you called cute as you peered into the store’s front window a few weeks ago? it would now be in your lap. that bracelet you said you liked when you saw a random stranger wearing it? he’s got a keen eye and found it online. he wouldn’t make a big deal of these gifts, he felt he didn’t need to. they were never really expensive or big gifts but they were thoughtful and showed how observant he was.

bodyguard! artem who asks if you’d like a piggyback when you’re too tired regardless of your weight. he will persist when you refuse his offer and it takes a stern glare to cause him to shut up. even then, he’ll keep a hand on your back, gently leading you in worry of you fainting or your legs giving out.

bodyguard! artem who you tease about always wearing the same outfit, except in different shades of dark blue. though he doesn’t realize you’re teasing and takes time to point out every difference between the suit he wore today and the one he wore yesterday. yes, they were both navy blue, fitted exactly the same, and even his tie was the same but apparently they were two different outfits! the stitching on the suit was so obviously different, at least that’s what he had said.

bodyguard! artem who will go awkwardly stiff whenever you lay your head on his shoulder to fall asleep after a long day. if it’s in a public area, he’ll try his hardest to gentle scoot away while being worried about disrupting your sleep. if you’re in a car or some place similar, he’ll let you sleep, maybe even turn on your favourite playlist which he has downloaded. if he finds you squirming in your sleep, he’ll put a jacket on his shoulder to make it more like a pillow.

bodyguard! artem who goes to extreme lengths to secure your safety because he cares about you! everything is always planned out in advance so he can compensate for any mishaps. with artem, there’s many backup plans and procedures he created in case of emergencies. though emergencies never happen, he doesn’t want to be too careless.

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winwinnns · 3 years

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as good as me s f a

fellow jaemin simps, i decided to put these two asks together because they were perfect lol

jealous sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering (from rec), penetration.

“you really like him huh...”

you and haechan were sitting on the counters in your kitchen. haechan always gave you great advice.

“well yeah of course i like him. he’s my best friend.”

jaemin. while haechan guided you through the toughest parts of your life, jaemin was your rock.

“no y/n. don’t dance around it. the best way to cope with something like this is to acknowledge your feelings.”

you sigh and lean your head against the cabinet.

“fine. i love him.”

“see that wasn’t too hard.”

“i don’t know what to do. he’s been my friend for so long, and i doubt he’d want to change anything.”

haechan listened quietly.

“i guess i’ve loved him for a while. he treats me so good all the time. he’s makes me so happy. but i know he wouldn’t want to date me. we almost did. you remember that?”

haechan chuckled.

“i do.”

“we were both so over our exes and... we were desperate. and we know each other so well we wouldn’t fight about anything.”

“you’ve thought a lot about this haven’t you?”

you bite your lip and nod.

“it’s just so frustrating.”

“i know.”

he slides off of the counter and stands next to you. he takes your hand and holds it.

“you’ll get through it y/n. i know you will.”

that night you laid in your bed, thinking. you needed someone to distract you from him. so, you went on tinder. you found this guy named lucas.

he was really nice and pretty. not like, jaemin pretty, no one could top that. but he was cute. and the stroke game? fire.

you messed around with him for a couple months. it made you forget about your best friend in the moment, but once he left, you spiraled all over again.

there was a party coming up, jeno, a mutual friend of you and jaemin, invited you both. you texted jaemin the day of, making sure he was coming. you didn’t really feel like going anywhere without your other half.

y/n😼🪱

hey jaem you’re going to jeno’s party right

jaem 👁👁

hey loser

yeah i’m going

y/n😼🪱

just making sure

jaem 👁👁

you’d miss me wouldn’t you

y/n😼🪱

🙄🙄 whatever you gotta tell yourself. see you soon

you dropped your phone somewhere on the bed and started to get ready.

there was a knock at your door. you were looking at your outfit in the mirror. it was cute. it made you look hot. you went to answer the door. jaemin was leaning against the doorway.

“hi princess.”

you flushed.

“don’t call me that that’s gross!”

your heart fluttered, but you ignored it. you shoved him in the shoulder. he laughed and shoved you back.

“you ready?”

you nod and walk with him to his car. on the way to the party you talked about the guy you met.

“there’s no way he’s that hot. i think that’s your imagination y/n.”

“no way!! he’s literally burning bro.”

“he’s not as hot as me right?”

you sigh. of course not. jaemin was your type.

“i dunno... he’s pretty hot”

“ouch”

you both laugh, then sit in a comfortable silence

it was a smaller party than you thought it would be. you and jaemin walked in together. haechan sauntered over to you.

“hello bitches.”

he was drunk.

“you guys kiss yet?”

super drunk.

jaemin laughed while you froze. haechan was good with keeping things to himself. he’d never reveal your feelings for jaemin, even when he was drunk, but he would definitely tease you.

you an haechan were standing next to eachother in a corner.

“are you gonna tell him~?” he slurred

you punched him in the arm.

“no.”

“then i’m gonna.”

“what?”

“i’m gonna tell him. you have been..”

he paused, thinking of the words he wanted to say.

“been so obvious. he probably knows.”

you scoffed.

“don’t tell him”

“i’m gonna.”

“do it and i’ll kiss you.”

if he were sober, he would’ve grimaced. instead he smirked.

“do it. kiss me.”

“don’t tell him.”

“i won’t if you do it.”

you rolled your eyes and kissed him.

“you happy?”

he smiled. you scoffed and went to go find someone else to talk to.

you found some people and were having a pleasant conversation when jaemin pulled you aside.

“what the hell was that?”

“what do you mean?”

“why did you do that?”

“do what?”

“kiss haechan!”

shit. he saw you.

“jaemin he just- it’s complicated.”

jaemin scoffs.

“too complicated for you to tell me about it?”

you ran your fingers through your hair aggressively.

“what’s it to you anyways? it’s not like you’re super close to him.”

“i’m super close to you.”

you went silent. jaemin was frustrated. he hated that you kissed him. he didn’t give you time to answer, walking away.

you felt devastated. you wish you could explain yourself, but you couldn’t. not without confessing.

jaemin sat outside, he finally had some time to think. you kissed haechan. he felt so many emotions. he didn’t want you to kiss him, he didn’t want to to feel anything romantic for him.

he knew you wanted him. he could tell, you’d been acting different in the most recent years. his feelings towards you were complicated. well, complicated to him. to put it simply, he loved you. but he was scared. he felt the exact same way about you that you felt about him. he loved you so much, and seeing you with other people hurt him. but he didn’t want to ruin anything.

he loved you.

you walked outside and stood with him. neither of you said anything. you held his hand.

“do you love him?”

jaemins face was serious. he wasn’t looking at you.

“what? no!”

“really?”

he wanted you to say it. he was ready now. he wanted you. and he knew you wanted him.

you couldn’t admit it. you couldn’t tell him you loved him. you’d lose too much. you’d lose him.

“fine, i love haechan.”

that was the biggest lie you’ve ever told him. and you rarely lied to him. you felt so gross. you wanted to take it back.

“haechan?”

that pissed him off. haechan?? really? he could treat you so much better than that.

jaemin scoffed.

“really y/n. haechan?”

you were about to cry. this was too much. you hated lying to him. it was the worst feeling ever.

“yes.”

he moved closer to you and held your chin. your heart was pounding. what the fuck was happening. he brought his lips to brush against yours.

“you really think haechan will treat you better than me?”

jaemin didn’t know what he was doing, but it felt good. you gulped you felt guilty for liking this. he’s your best friend. you two shouldn’t be acting like this. you shake your head.

“mm... then why do you want him?”

you’re entire body was on fire. this is what you wanted. you wanted jaemins lips on yours forever.

“i don’t.” you confess.

he hums and pushed his lips onto yours. tingles went up and down your body. finally. after years of wanting, he was kissing you. he pulled away.

“is this okay?” he whispered

“yes please keep going.”

he smiled and kissed you again. it was harsh. he bit your lip.

“we should go home.”

you nod.

the air in the car was thick. the 10 minute drive felt like hours.

when you got to his apartment he pushed you against a wall. he kissed down your jaw. he bit the skin and you whined.

he slid your pants down your legs, and brought his hand to your heat. he chuckled.

“you think haechan would make you this wet by kissing you?”

you shake your head.

“say it.”

“no jaemin”

you wiggle in his hand.

“so eager. you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?”

you have. there’s been so many nights you got off thinking about how he would touch you.

he ran his fingers up and down your slit, lubricating his them. he pushed two into you. you moaned. he quickly pumped his fingers

“fuck jaemin.”

“that’s right princess say my name.”

you clenched around his fingers. that was so fucking hot. he was so fucking hot. his eyes were dark and full of want, looking down at you.

“mm you’re close already.”

you nod. he speeds up his fingers.

“you gonna cum?

“yes jaemin please!”

he pulls his fingers out of you. you whine loudly.

“i know baby.”

he leaned into your ear.

“feels empty without me doesn’t it...”

your body erupted in goosebumps.

“... don’t worry princess. i’ll fill you up again.”

his words made you moan. he motioned for you to follow him. you took your pants off all the way and followed him.

“lay down.”

you do so, plopping into his bed facing him. he spits in his hand and jerks himself off until he’s slick enough. he slides into you and moans.

“fuck princess... you’re so tight.”

he slowly thrusts into you, hitting your sensitive spot.

“fuck jaem! feels good!”

you didn’t know if you liked calling him by his nickname while he was fucking you, but something about it made you more excited.

jaemin scoffs.

“already? baby i’m barely even fucking you.”

he picks up the pace, making you whine pathetically.

“you sound so pretty doll.”

you lock eyes.

“just for me right?”

you nod feverishly. he speeds up, fucking you at an ungodly speed. you felt so fucking good.

“think haechan could fuck you like this? make you feel as good as me?”

“no!” you were losing your mind. he was fucking you so good, and you loved it. you loved him.

“fuck princess i’m close.”

you clench around him, signaling you were close too. he goes impossibly faster, you could barely hold in your moans.

“i wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

you moaned loudly.

“that’s it baby.”

jaemin brought his hand down to rub your clit. you whimpered as tears welled up in your eyes. it felt so good it was almost unbearable. you came in seconds.

“fuck.”

after you came down, jaemin kept going. you whined at the sensitivity

“i’m sorry baby i’m almost there.”

with a couple more fast thrusts he released inside you. he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“you’re crushing me.” you groaned.

“suck it up.”

you scoff.

“you’re such a big baby.”

“but your big baby... right?”

your eyes widened.

“i i mean-“

he hummed.

“yeah...”

he giggled and sat up next to you.

“i love you y/n.”

you looked at him. he loved you. this whole time he loved you and you didn’t even notice. you smiled.

“i love you too jaemin.”

he smiled.

“you should totally call me baby.”

he rolled his eyes.

“okay baby”

you grinned.

“what do you want me to call you?”

he thought for a minute, his smile stretching.

“sexy.”

you sighed.

“jaemin i’m not gonna call you sexy.”

“why not. i am aren’t i?”

“yes but i’m not calling you that daily.”

“i think you should.”

“i’ll call you it once a month how’s that?”

he looked at you smugly.

“pay up.”

you rolled your eyes.

“okay sexy.”

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aaa my first requests please i’m love u. i hope this is what u guys were looking for!! <3

#na jaemin #nct #nct dream #nct smut #nct dream jaemin #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Analyzing Kars' Character

Hello everyone! FYI I am not ignoring your requests. I have tried for a week to get them finished and I keep losing motivation. Then I had the brilliant idea of writing something else about an interesting topic and then I’ll be able to finish a few requests! Today’s post is another character analysis. This is still a multi-fandom blog; you will see content related to other shows besides Voltron. Today’s character analysis is on Kars, the 10,000-year-old vampire. That’s funny. He, Allura, and Coran are the same age!

Overview

I watched JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures about a month ago when I became frustrated that there were only 4 seasons of Hunter x Hunter on Netflix. Remember the scene in the election arc when the citizens were casting their votes for chairperson and Hisoka walked up with his arms forming an “S”? Many people were posing the question of it being a “JoJo’s” reference and for the life of me, I never understood what they were talking about. Finally, I watched the show for the first time and by season 2 I could understand what they were saying.

I have to admit that by the second episode I was bored because the nature of season one took place in the 1800s England and nothing exciting happened. Though I worked my way through a few more episodes. I noticed a creepy stone mask on the way and how it never fell unless blood was splattered on it. I concluded the mask was going to play the role of an antagonist or help the antagonist succeed. Although this post is about Kars, I would like to take a moment and say that Jonathan’s death was very heart wrenching and it made me angry. Jonathan was unnecessarily nice to Dio and living in a privileged bubble lead to his demise. Jonathan was stronger than Dio and he should have kicked his ass once and for all. Have you noticed that after Joseph’s father, all JoJo’s (at least until season 5) could beat the antagonist in the show?

Anyway, the mask is a key tool in the bizarre adventures that each protagonist experiences.

Kars is a 10,000-year-old vampire that designed the Stone Mask and is essentially responsible for the horrific events that have happened throughout history. Dio being turned into a merciless vampire and his minions resulted from the Stone Mask. After discovering that he and his people could not be out in the sun, he concluded he needed the Red Stone of Aja to complete his transformation. Lisa-Lisa, a 50-year-old human woman, has possession of the stone given by her foster father Straizo. Kars, along with the 3 remaining Pilar Men (Wamuu, Esidsi, and Santana, can only survive in the sun if they two wear the mask with the Red Stone of Aja. After awakening, it is quite clear that Kars is on a mission to retrieve the stone and will destroy anything in his way. He was the only one wanting to live a life outside of the darkness. This was the driving force of creating so many Stone Masks and later discovering the need for the Red Stone of Aja. Kars understood the mask would only work on him partially because of his larger skull size, aka body manipulation. This created an increase in hunger. The Pillar Men did not like this at all and sought to eliminate him so he could not ruin the flow of nature. Kars retaliated; he murdered 99% of his people only leaving his friend Esidsi, and two children known as Santana and Wamuu.

Kars’ character is very interesting. A dog was about to have its life ended because of drunk drivers. I don’t know if this struck a nerve in his soul, but Kars nearly cut off the driver’s head, causing them to crash their car and the puppy was saved. After being defeated by Joseph the first time, he landed at the end of a snowy cliff, making sure he did not land on a few daisies. Given these unique interactions with nature and secondary species, Kars has some vendetta against humans. What did they do to him or his people for him to care only about flowers and animals but want to wipe out Harmon users? He insists that Lisa-Lisa drink poison instead of fighting her. Fighting women is something he and Wamuu don’t take pleasure in doing. When I heard this for the first time, I didn’t know if that was something to be proud of or if he was being misogynistic (you know the stereotypical view society has about women). Even if he genuinely did not want to lay a finger on Lisa-Lisa or any woman, his intentions are very questionable. He mimics politeness. If Kars offered to pay for dinner or a drink, run. Just run because if you don’t, you’ll probably be turned into a vampire or be eaten alive.

This is off topic but I wanted to pose this scenario. After watching Battle Tendency for the 10th time, I always like to bring out the “soft” side in villains. Being a sucker for Fluff isn’t helpful. I know that’s defeating the purpose of villains and antagonists, but I can’t help and wonder how it would show in Kars. As I’ve previously stated, Kars seems to care for animals and plants more than humans...so there’s a soft spot somewhere in there. I had a rather amusing and odd thought involving Kars and Lisa-Lisa. Since Lisa-Lisa is the leader over Caesar and Joseph and Kars is the leader over the remain few Pillar Men, I can’t help but wonder how they’d react to each other. When Lisa-Lisa is ordered by Kars to stay at their hideout while Joseph retrieved the Stone, I know she didn’t stand there like a statue for nearly 12 hours. I imagine Kars offering a drink, water, or juice just to get her talking. I mean, she has to warm up to him or it’s going to be a horrible 12 hours. Then he’ll try to engage in conversation and will only try to flirt with her to see how she responds. He may make a comment about how clear her skin is, how perfect her makeup stays intact, or how her legs look better than his (well, duh, you’re 9,950 years older than her!). This way, he can exploit anything he deems as a weakness, but she is a smart woman. She would reveal nothing about her that could be used against her. As OOC as this seems, it could be something he’d do. Remember, he mimics politeness; he has a trick up his sleeve. Although that may be true, at the back of his mind, he really admires how young and enchanting she looks.

Although Esidsi, Wamuu, and Santana are Pillar Men, they are ancient humanoid superhuman beings who lived on the American continent. They have supernatural abilities that leave them invincible while the sun is down. They look similar to humans, but they are much bigger and muscular. Among the 3 remaining Pillar Men, I seem to gravitate to Kars than the others. Before you judge me, I’ll explain. Kars, like many male characters in this anime and others, has a unique character design. Contrary to popular belief, I like Kars better in his head wrap or while he is wearing his hat and cape. That outfit reminds me of a ghost/monster from the remastered Scooby-Doo series in the 70s. The one thing in particular that stood out to me was his eye shadow and mascara. The earrings didn’t surprise me as every time I draw my male characters, they automatically get a pair of earrings. While being physically fit, he can make ANYTHING look excellent!

Just like any villain, Kars and Joseph are equally arrogant and can exploit their opponent’s weaknesses against them. Making jokes about Lisa-Lisa while she is unconscious nearly sets him over the edge and while Kars thinks he has defeated Joseph, he is launched into space.

Last but not least, I noticed how the first two protagonists form an unusual bond with their enemies. As many of you have seen, Dio calls Jonathan JoJo but does not acknowledge Joseph or Jotaro in the same way. He does twice towards Jotaro but not after that. Kars refers to Joseph as JoJo and I have to believe that even if he knew his real name, he’d still refer to him as JoJo. Wamuu stated that fighting Jospeh was worth his time as he did not waste it and fight fairly. Throughout their battles, they somehow remind me of childish games with the name-calling and all. I wish Kars was not a “onetime” villain. I wish he could roll over to the next season. This is a preference, as I hate seasonal villains, like Chrollo Lucilfer or anyone similar.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading!

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kyojurouwu · 3 years

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han seojun model headcanons.

listen to never be like you by flume.

˗ˋˏ author’s note ˎˊ˗

here i am again. it’s headcanon + scenario without any set pronouns. imagine han seojun as a worldwide known model who loves making you (aka his assistant) lose your mind by being a handful. maybe just maybe he wants your attention on him 24/7 because that’s where he thrives.

the problem with han seojun does not lie in his work ethics. he is a professional. he goes along with the requests and gives his feedback. he is professional with designers and photographers. he knows how to handle himself in meetings. but anything beyond that…

at this point, you might as well be his glorified nanny. making sure he gets up on time, eats 3 meals a day and doesn’t start mischief with his friends.

after 2 years of working for him, you got the hang of it. sometimes it’s kinda scary how many steps ahead you are. before he even asks for something you shove it in his hand and continue on your way.

also if you need to step up your game, you got the perfect blackmail opportunity - his sweet mom and his sister. both for different reasons. seojun is model son, sweet and kind and protective - he will do anything to keep it that way. with his sister it’s different, he just really doesn’t want her to get her hands on anything embarrassing because she would sell it to tabloids without hesitation if he messed up.

when you started you were fresh out of college, completely unprepared to deal with any of this. seojun didn’t make it any easier, he was kind of feeling you out. testing if you are taking this seriously or just want to further your own agenda. he can’t trust easily.

soon he realizes that you simply enjoy fashion and working as an assistant for a model is as close as you could get. and you are scarily devoted to it. you almost got hit by a car when you ran back with his coffee for which he gave you an impossible time limit. (and you weren’t going to lose goddamnit, you were about to show him!)

he never felt this bad in his life. you could’ve gotten seriously injured! he stopped giving you these tasks and instead opts for going with you. (that gets you tons of stares but seojun just shrugs and smiles “can’t blame them for looking, right?” cue your eye-roll)

he has no sense of personal space and is kind of everywhere? his presence fills the room to the point that it gets suffocating. people literally swoon as he walks by.

you never want to let him into your office because he walks around and checks out everything. he picks things up and never places them back right.

every day when you tell him about his schedule he stares super intently but doesn’t actually listen. he is sort of checking your outfit, is that necklace new? did you get a haircut? he does the same thing when you work and he is free. he sits in the same room as you and stares, basking in your presence like a happy cat. (it does get unnerving and you try to shoo him away but he gives you a lazy smirk, head propped on his fist “I’m having fun here though.”)

sometimes when you need to fly around the world for his photoshoots or other model gigs he gets cold and that mellows him out a bit. it’s easy to spot for you when he gets sick. he doesn’t tease as much but keeps close to you. and god forbid if you reach to touch his cheeks and forehead and hold his face for a bit. he was so jetlagged once that he actually closed his eyes and nuzzled closer. (needless to say, just the memory makes his face flush and he screamed into his pillow afterwards)

because you have to spend so much time together even when he is sick, it’s inevitable for you to not get sick as well and he goes into full-on mother hen mode. “take a day off today, drink this and take these so your fever goes down. call me if it gets worse.” if he has time he drops you home himself because he knows you would just go by bus and suffer. and if he doesn’t have time, he makes the time. he comes to the meeting with some prestigious brand 30 minutes later and just says “sorry it was an emergency.” doesn’t elaborate at all. (you get really confused when you look through his schedule later and see he did NOT have time)

when taking breaks between photo shoots he always sits next to you and dozes off. head on your shoulder even if it’s super uncomfortable for his tall frame. make-up stylists gush over you two constantly, they notice how his eyes follow your movements in the mirror when you are checking if you have enough time and making appointments while he gets make-up done.

i know it’s cliche, but the other model can’t make it, we need a plan. look at that. the assistant could work, you got the chemistry. let’s gooo. you could not be more out of your element even if you tried. seojun tries to take your mind off things, jokes around with you, but nothing works because he’s SO CLOSE. his annoyingly perfect face is right THERE. maybe, just maybe you let it slip. “i think i’m gonna have a heart attack.” and he could not look more smug afterwards. you’re ready to run for it, but he holds your hand and puts it on his chest. “me too.” and flash. the picture is taken and everyone is ecstatic.

seojun emails you the pictures with a “it suited you. wear it again, just for me?” and you are like.. what?? there is a box on your desk with the outfit from the photoshoot and a note asking you out for a date.

it all sounds super smooth and swoon-worthy but seojun is losing his mind over it. checking his phone every three seconds, making a track in his super expensive persian carpet from walking back and forth for an hour.

fistbumps the air when he gets a yes and does a little victory dance. but right after starts agonizing over what to wear. it’s a never-ending cycle with him.

#grown up seojun is a lil more chic but still the softest boy inside #true beauty #true beauty kdrama #true beauty tvn #true beauty webtoon #true beauty han seojun #true beauty seojun #han seojun #hwang inyeop #true beauty writings #moon writes to the stars #true beauty reader insert #han seojun x reader #han seojoon #true beauty headcanon

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chocosvt · 4 years

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⚬ pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 4342 ⚬ warnings: brief drug mention ⚬ genres: mainly just fluff! college/uni!au

✧✎ synopsis: your longtime campus crush just received an interesting dare: to ask you out on a date. while the circumstances are questionable, you aren’t going to decline. maybe this is your ticket to romance.

✧✎ a/n: if this title or plot sounds familiar, then that’s bc i finally accomplished a goal of mine: to rewrite i dare you. this was a fic i originally wrote in 2016!! i did change some aspects, so not everything is identical. PLS ENJOY ;w;

The bells to the café door jingled.

Normally, you wouldn’t be so attentive about the customers filtering in and out, but at that moment, your gaze shot over the lid of your laptop like a harpoon. It was roughly the right time, the right day. According to your judgement, this was when they usually came for their morning coffees. Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol: a very popular trio amongst the likings of your campus.

Jeonghan was a nursing student. Clean-cut, charming to a degree of annoyance, and always ordered a boring black coffee. The second boy, Joshua, was cute enough to stop you in your tracks and force a double-take. However, he liked mathematics, numbers, weird formulas which looked more torture than learning. He preferred lattes with foam. And then there was Seungcheol. You wouldn’t call him your true love, because you didn’t know him all that well, and as far as he was concerned you were the lunatic who accidentally set pages of Joshua’s chemistry homework on fire. But that was a story for another day (you haven’t been near that Yankee candle since).

Nonetheless, you were crushing on him. Badly. To the point where you arrived at the café early, pretending to type a document on your laptop, just so you could flit your eyes every so often at his table while he slurped his chocolate mocha. You even had their scheduling memorized. It was a bit weird, and you would be the first to admit such a thing, but nothing was going to thwart you from daydreaming about those eyes of his. Or that dazzling smile. His short bursts of laughter which were usually tweezed out at Jeonghan pulling some stupid prank on Joshua. Everything about you adored him.

The trio gathered at their usual table, sat obliquely to your nook by the window. You had opened an older document that was already finished, pretended to tap against the keys while they ate a small breakfast before class. Something was different. They were giggling more than usual. And you couldn’t help but blatantly stare with concern when Joshua tore open a salt packet and poured it straight on his tongue. Jeonghan was grinning so widely that you were positive his face must be aching, and Seungcheol cackled into his fist while Joshua immediately grabbed for his latte.

A game. They were playing some sort of game.

Once Joshua had recovered, you noted that he began surveying the café, running his narrowed gaze to each table.

The second he found you huddled in the corner, attempting to shrink behind your laptop and pretend your presence was nothing but invisible, Joshua leaned into Seungcheol’s side to make a very smiley whisper. Pretend I’m working, pretend I’m working on something so damn important I can’t look up for even a second, you reiterated to yourself quietly, ignoring the panic ballooning inside you. A minute later, someone had just pulled out the chair across from you. They sat down with a slight groan, clasping their hands together.

Of course, it was Seungcheol.

“Hey.” He said, watching as you tentatively lowered the lid of your laptop, probably wondering why the hell you looked so stunned.

“What are you, um, doing?” You asked.

Seungcheol could not be sitting across from you just because he wanted to. It was impossible. And as much as that stung to admit, you knew the truth was simply that. He was definitely put up to this.

“We know each other pretty well, correct?” The boy completely ignored your question. “I know that you set Josh’s chem notes on fire. We take toxicology together. Need I say more?”

“Wow,” you replied, twiddling your fingers anxiously under the table, “that’s a whole two things. I can’t even count that high.”

“We can’t all be mathematicians,” Seungcheol moved the conversation along while he angled a white jar of sugar, “and I guess I should tell you, I’m in a predicament, which involves you.”

Your hands squeezed together so firmly that they nearly moulded into permanent fists. Seungcheol was staring at you now rather than flickering his gaze between the objects on the table, with those eyes as dark as sapphire. You were burning up, sweltering, felt like you needed to burst from your clothes and bathe in ice.

“A predicament?”

Seungcheol folded his muscular arms on the table and nodded. “Yeah, I got a dare from Josh. To ask you out. The thing is, I’m not supposed to tell you. But you seem like a nice girl.”

You swallowed very tautly and pushed down the lid of your laptop a little more. Over Seungcheol’s shoulder, you spotted both Joshua and Jeonghan observing, chuckling amongst themselves.

“Another thing,” Seungcheol added, raking a hand through his black locks, “I don’t want to lose to tweedle-dumb and tweedle-idiot over there – you can decide who’s who – so you should accept.”

Straightening your posture against the chair, you decided to spell out the situation, more for your sake than Seungcheol’s. “Let me get this straight. You got dared to ask me out. You have nothing better to do tomorrow night, so you accepted it. And I don’t have a choice.”

“Your wording is a bit disparaging. But essentially, yeah.” He leaned back with a gorgeous smile, turning up his palm. “So, down?”

At that moment, you could not believe the universe had just ladled this ridiculous possibility into your lap. A date with your biggest crush on campus. A date that so many people would be wrangling your neck to steal from you – even if it was based on an innocuous little game which Seungcheol refused to submit because he was too competitive at heart. It might not have been your most prideful choice in life, but you accepted. Any chance to spend the night with him would not be wasted as long as the offer stood.

However, you had one condition.

“I’ll do it,” you grinned, watching the boy’s expression perk like a child who just got handed a cookie, “on the account of another dare. Which you’ll find out on our fake date.”

“Fine.” Seungcheol shrugged, sliding his phone across the table so that you could enter your number. He stood up afterward, on the verge of returning to his friends when he suddenly paused.

“See you tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

There was such a rush of butterflies in your stomach, you were surprised one hadn’t flown out your mouth.

You didn’t know why you cared so much about a date that was most likely intended to humiliate you. Was Joshua still not over those chemistry sheets? Even after you spent a good two hours in the library attempting to rewrite them with your nicest, smoothest gel pel? Thoughts of what to wear, your style of makeup, and which perfume you should choose amongst the few on your dresser were awfully overwhelming. In fact, you were almost late to the park, the area Seungcheol had picked as a rendezvous point.

He rose from the bench in front of the duck pond once you arrived, checking the time on his wrist while making a tsking sound.

“Four and a half minutes late,” Seungcheol said, shaking his head, “you’re not making a good first impression, my lady.”

Obviously, you weren’t going to admit how you were stressing about a technically-fake date. In the end, you threw on a simple outfit and applied some lipstick on your way out the door, shoving the tube into a small purse hung over your shoulder. It’s not like he was treating you to a five-star restaurant by romantic candlelight. But if he ever did, you had the perfect outfit planned.

“Well, I’m here now. And with your dare.” You grinned.

Seungcheol stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Let’s hear it.”

“I dare you to buy me a week of coffee.”

At first, Seungcheol didn’t utter a thing. But then he erupted into a fit of laughter until his cheeks turned rosy like peaches.

“That’s not how this works,” he half-sighed, half-chuckled while removing a tear from his eye, “I’m rejecting it.”

“You can’t reject it! You definitely owe me. I didn’t let you lose to tweedle-dumb or tweedle-idiot. Plus, it’s low to ask someone out on a dare. I didn’t even have to show up.” Ensuring your tone was confident, you folded your arms over your chest, raised your brow at the boy, and observed him as he tapped his foot in contemplation.

“Can I have time to consider?” Seungcheol asked.

While it was tough to capitulate so easily and let him have his way, you didn’t want to spend the entirety of your night standing next to a slimy pond, debating the regulations. So you bit the bullet. Besides, Seungcheol announced that there was a party he needed to stop by, that there was a particular someone to which he owned money. It was a short walk to this brick house that reverberated with music, cars stalled up and down the street while a flood of strobing colours illuminated in the windows. Seungcheol knocked on the door quite loudly, and then he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. You shot him a puzzled glance just as the door swung open, the stench of marijuana mingling with the cool, night air.

“Well, well, well,” a fox-eyed boy murmured after taking a long puff from his blunt, “Choi Seungcheol. It’s about damn time.”

“I was in the neighbourhood. Heard you and Soonyoung were lighting this place up. What a good turnout, huh?”

“Mmhm,” the other boy hummed unenthusiastically, leaning his wide shoulder against the doorframe, “you got the money or no?”

Seungcheol laughed. “C’mon, Wonwoo. We don’t even get to go inside? Hang out for a bit? Have a drink? You’re a shitty host.”

Wonwoo slid a finger under his chin, rubbing in contemplation. It was starting to get colder out, for you could hear the tree leaves rustling together as a wind whisked through the dark. You squished yourself a bit closer into Seungcheol’s side, and to your surprise, he let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Finally, Wonwoo concurred, sticking the rolled paper back between his lips while stepping aside with an inviting gesture.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” the boy muttered, “but I’ll be coming to find you in about ten minutes. And I wanna see cash.”

“What’s his problem?” You whispered by Seungcheol’s ear as he guided you around an illy lit corner, into the kitchen.

His warm breath feathered your ear as he said, “I lost a couple bets to him and was slow getting the money back.” Seungcheol then grabbed two solo cups organized in a stack on the counter, filling each with a red, fruit-mixed alcohol which sat in two glass bowls.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.”

You accepted the cup and took a sip. “Oh, in case you needed to beat him up? I don’t know,” you lilted, “he looks pretty sturdy.”

“Are you kidding?” Seungcheol gawked.

He slapped his drink down on the counter and threw his jacket over the back of a chair. With a perplexed, is this man crazy expression, you watched him roll up his sleeve and flex his bicep.

“Go ahead,” the boy grinned, “you’ll see.”

You made sure to roll your eyes and sigh incredibly loud in order to really establish your indifference. Meanwhile, your inner-self was fizzling like a carbonated soda. Grabbing onto Seungcheol’s muscle, you pressed down, forcing back a surprised chuckle at the fact his arm was hard as a rock. In that moment your meter of attraction toward the boy was ticking so absurdly you thought it could break.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Seungcheol. You’re strong.”

He tugged his sleeve back down and slid into the jacket again, a very brash smirk beaming on his face. You couldn’t decipher if he’d actually been attempting to impress you or if that was just a display of his cockiness. And yet, you didn’t really care which category it fell into, because you were still blissfully afloat thinking about Seungcheol’s arms. You lifted your drink and took another sip, swishing the sweet but tangy flavour between your cheeks. At that moment, a man you didn’t recognize attempted to scoot behind you – except there was definitely enough room for him to get by without planting his hands on your hips and squeezing them.

“Hey! What the hell?” You squeaked, quickly turning around on your heel to see the crookedly amused look he stared at you with.

“What?” He somehow had the audacity to respond.

But you weren’t going to accept his disgraceful maneuvers, and neither was Seungcheol. He abandoned his cup on the counter and pushed up his sleeves.

“Did you just put your hands on her?” Came his demand. It didn’t sound like the normal, relaxed Seungcheol who liked his jokes, but someone with an unnerving amount of authority and fearlessness.

“I-I was trying to get by.” The man stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the thought of confrontation. He was already stepping backward as Seungcheol approached him.

“Don’t touch other people like that,” Seungcheol admonished him in a deep, staid voice, then pointed toward the threshold of the kitchen, “just get out, man. Seriously. Don’t even go near her.” And like a saddened puppy who received a scolding from its owners to lay down in the pen, the man slinked away without another word.

You were unsure of what to say to Seungcheol for diminishing the situation. Folding your arms tightly, you nodded at him.

“Thanks.”

Wonwoo came wandering into the kitchen. His eyes brightened the moment he saw Seungcheol, and he rubbed his fingers together to wordlessly convey that he wanted his money now.

“It’s alright,” Seungcheol gave you a soft smile while he revealed a large wad of cash from his pocket, “he was a weirdo.”

“Yeah.” You laughed as Seungcheol handed the sum to his friend, who fleshed out the paper notes to count the correct amount.

It took you a moment to realize that Seungcheol’s arm had wrapped back around your shoulders, this time a bit more securely. When you leaned into him, it wasn’t because you felt a draft or a chill, but because he was comfortable. He felt and smelled like safety.

Later that night, you returned to the park, throwing stones into the duck pond while the moon was hidden behind a thin curtain of clouds. Seungcheol claimed that he could throw his stones farther than yours, which prompted your short-lived competition. It had ended so abruptly because you ran out of stones to throw. At one point you tried tossing sticks, but they didn’t travel as far, and they definitely didn’t break the surface of the water with a satisfying plop.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, nudging your elbow excitedly, “I dare you to get in the pond.”

“No way!” You cackled. “It’s freezing. And that pond is nasty.”

“Just dip your toe in or something.”

“You dip your toe in!”

“I don’t wanna take off my socks.”

You huffed, a plume of your breath escaping into the crisp air.

“Well, we’re at a crossroads then, aren’t we?”

Rather than continue bickering about the dare, you were starting to feel these annoying hunger pangs. You didn’t eat dinner because of how nervous you were toward this fake date (which was rapidly morphing into a very real date) with Seungcheol. The most you ate today had been some toast and pieces of apple your roommate cut the night before. Directly on cue, your stomach gurgled, and your face swelled hot with embarrassment. Seungcheol grinned.

“Hungry?”

“Starving, more like.” You corrected him.

He pulled out the white fabric liners of his pockets, revealing they were completely empty. “All my cash went to Wonwoo.”

You flashed a playful smile while repeating his statement from earlier. “Oh, wow. Not being able to cover the meal on a first date? You’re not making a good impression, sweetheart.”

In an instant, Seungcheol had snatched your hand, interlocking your fingers together warmly. He began tugging you out of the park and onto a familiar street, where there was a twenty-four-hour diner that the students absolutely loved. Admittedly, you had been there a few times. Once as a giggly drunk who just wanted a waffle plate at three in the morning, and also as a struggling student who was desperate for a cup of coffee in order to power through a procrastinated essay. Now, it seemed you were returning for a date.

“I’ll pay you back, promise.” Seungcheol said as the server placed a nacho platter onto the table. “It’s my new priority.”

The diner was quiet and mostly empty apart from a group of three seated at another table. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until that first taste of melted cheese, salsa, and seared chicken hit your mouth. Seungcheol didn’t like black olives, so he kept picking them off. You were eating too ravenously to inspect your food.

“You’re taking the olives off?” You smirked. “Baby.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “I am not a baby.” He looked up at you as he shoved another delicious chip in his mouth. “And I know it gives you some sick, twisted pleasure to say that. You should be ashamed.”

Nearly choking on the water you just sipped, you dropped the cup back on the table to cough a few times.

“You know what’s sick? The fact I’m paying.”

The boy reached for his glass of coca cola. “Yeah, but technically this isn’t a real date. So, doesn’t count.”

“Really?” Raising a questioned eyebrow, you watched Seungcheol take a long gulp from his drink. “Are you willing to say that with your entire chest? That this isn’t a real date?”

And in that moment, Seungcheol genuinely seemed to have met a stupor. In fact, there was a red tint dusting the crest of each his cheeks. He leaned back in the booth, folded his arms over his chest, and pursed his lips. You waited patiently for his response, lifting a nacho to your mouth while threads of cheese dangled in the air.

A smile broke through his stiff, musing expression.

“Okay,” he nodded his head, “maybe this is a real date,” (your heart impossibly fluttered), “you could be right about that.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You answered.

In truth, you couldn’t have been more delighted to hear Seungcheol agree, because if he hadn’t, you would have dined and dashed, fled straight out the restaurant in a haze of shame and embarrassment. In the span of just a few hours, your attraction toward this boy had impressively expanded like a sponge soaking up water. Before, you weren’t positive that he could be your true love. It was mostly a running joke between you and… well, yourself. However, this one night was proving that perhaps your joke could have some actual weight to it. And as Seungcheol continued to make you laugh, choke on your food, stare at him in complete adoration like he was a crowned jewel, you completely lost track of time.

It wasn’t until you burst into another frenzy of laughter at his story and spilt water all down your shirt that you finally checked your phone. Almost one in the morning. The server whisked your cutlery and plates away with a tired expression. You tipped generously, feeling rather guilty for creating such a racket at this hour.

“Do you want my jacket?” Seungcheol asked as you prepared to leave. There was a huge water stain soaking through your shirt.

“A-Are you sure?” You asked him, pulling a few strands of hair from your face. He nodded, already wrestling the jacket off.

“Go change, sweetheart,” Seungcheol told you so casually that you couldn’t hide this blatant look of surprise, “I’ll wait outside.”

Entering a washroom stall, you peeled the damp shirt over your head and folded it to pack nicely within your purse. You then slipped into Seungcheol’s jacket, which had this wonderful, warm fleece patched to the inside. It was soft against your bare skin, and it smelled like a fragrant hint of his cologne. After spending an extra moment freshening up at the sink, you wandered back into the cool night, where Seungcheol was leaning against a street pole. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks at the late hour, or if he’d actually given you a very smug, very relishing once-over.

Considering you had class early the next day, you asked Seungcheol if he’d be willing to walk you home. He obliged, and you paced together in comfortable silence until reaching the bridge. It arched over a swirling, gushing river which ran through the city, the current black as kohl and reflecting the lights of the nearby architecture. In the daytime this bridge wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was a beautiful vantage point during the night; a place to watch the city sparkle and flash like the cosmos.

“Hey,” Seungcheol whispered, grabbing your hand, “I have another dare for you, since you chickened out on the pond.”

You looked at the mischief compiling in his gaze. “What?”

“Climb up there.”

Seungcheol pointed toward a thick, metal beam that slanted upward, like a ramp. It flattened out at the top, and sometimes when you walked by during the day, there would be a few students sitting down after class, eating sandwiches or cracking open sodas. A placement of bars was set behind, only wide enough to stick your leg through. You glanced back at Seungcheol and nodded.

“Okay, fine.”

And so you began to climb up the slanted beam, feeling the breeze nip at your cheeks, your hair, like the smallest of kisses. At the flattened section, you turned around and looked down at Seungcheol, feeling like the empress of a powerful kingdom. His face ignited in the moonlight. He was smiling very wide as you stuck out your tongue.

“Easy. I dare you to climb up here.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I, uh, can’t.”

“Why not?” You laughed, folding your arms. “Scared?”

“No, I just—I twisted my ankle, so I can’t.”

“When was that?”

“You weren’t looking.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to tease him. Taking the zipper dangling from his jacket, you began to pull it down slowly, revealing a hidden amount of skin which turned the boy’s face an adorable pink.

“If you come up here, I’ll take the jacket all the way off.” You sang in a promiscuous tone, lifting up the strap of your bra and snapping it. Seungcheol grinned, cupping a hand over his gaze.

“No way. I’m not falling into a trap like that.”

“Fine,” you huffed, lowering to your butt and carefully scooting your way down the metallic beam, “you missed out.”

Seungcheol merely held his tongue; however, he did take the zipper on his jacket and pull it back up, right to your chin, hiding the expanse of flesh from the bright moonlight. You weren’t sure what courageous energy had just taken over your body. In fact, you’d probably regret such a thing by the time your alarm clock erupted tomorrow morning, pulling you from the pit of your sleep.

“I don’t want you getting cold.” He said. “And I can’t believe you nearly gave me a strip tease from the support beam of a bridge. That’s a first.”

“I’m just making sure you don’t forget this date.” You chuckled, half in nonsense, half in truth.

As he promised, Seungcheol walked you back to the house and made sure the door unlocked using the spare key under the letter box. Thankfully, your roommate left the lights of the front porch on, the bulbs now swathed in grey moths. It was a strange night. A night that wouldn’t have happened if not for the antics of Seungcheol and his two equally competitive friends. Maybe there was a positive side to burning Joshua’s chemistry notes, though you weren’t sure he’d be thrilled to hear you admit that. A game of I Dare You, turned into a fake date, turned into a real date, turned into a sweet affection.

You yawned, feeling the faint glisten of tears stretch in your eyes. “I had fun. And I guess I’ll see you tomorrow in toxicology.”

“With my jacket.” He reminded you.

“Yes, of course. With your jacket.”

And while you expected Seungcheol to simply bid his goodnight and perhaps take a late bus home, firing question after question of why he decided to accept such a stupid dare as he stared out the window, you were surprised when he reached for your hand.

“By the way,” he said, “I accept.”

You crinkled your nose. “Accept what?”

“The dare. I’ll buy you coffee every morning this week.”

“Oh!” There was a small flare crackling to life in your eyes as you recalled the original dare of the night. “That’s right. I forgot.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Seungcheol agreed. He then squeezed your hand. “On the account of one very simple condition.”

“I don’t think you can do that. Doesn’t seem rule-abiding.”

The boy discarded your comment. Instead, his grasp became tighter around your hand. He pulled you swiftly into his chest and stared straight into your helpless, panicking eyes as though he were going to confess something profound and utterly dire.

He smirked. “I want you to kiss me each time.”

Seungcheol lifted his brow in anticipation of your response, which was an undoubted agreement. Probably the fastest, easiest agreement you had ever made in your life. He moved in close to your ear, whispering something about how you should meet at the café tomorrow morning and walk to the lecture hall together, though you were ultimately buzzing and experiencing such a bold heartbeat that you missed most of the details. When he pulled away, you smiled.

“That sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Stepping off the porch, he turned back with a wave.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

✧✎ a/n: the reason i wanted to rewrite this fic was bc i still rly enjoy the concept. however, i cannot STAND my old style of writing, thus i decided to just rewrite the fic and appease the nagging in my head lol. this is how i would have written this fic today if i hadn’t already done so four years ago. i’m also questioning the possibility of rewriting love café for jeonghan (pls don’t go reading it if u haven’t already) but that would take much longer ,,,, JUST AN IDEA THOUGH. i hope you enjoyed!!

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Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for a hc about the demon brothers reacting to an mc who has low self-esteem and uses dark humor as a way to cover it up? Thank you, and I hope have a nice day!!

Thank you for your request! I love angst solved with fluff, and with someone who struggles with low self esteem this is pretty self-indulging. I really hope you like these! 💜

Lucifer

Being more observant than some of his other brothers, he notices MC’s behavior rather quickly.

It really hit him when they missed class one day, bombing an important test. When he came back home he went straight to their room, ready to scold them for hours.

When confronted, they just shrugged and joked about it, saying that they wouldn’t have done any better anyway seeing as how dumb they were. They laughed like it was a fun joke, but Lucifer was taken aback. This wasn’t how humans normally joked around, right?

Being the Demon of Pride, he didn’t understand how anyone could put themselves down so easily.

He noticed more darker jokes like that popping up in casual conversations more and more frequently, and now he had a mind to put a stop to it.

It started with the subtle gestures. The way he talked to MC more softly. The way he sometimes walked next to them with a gentle hand on their back. How every so often he would rub the top of their head anytime they did something good. However, anything he did didn’t seem to be slowing the behavior. So he needed to be more direct.

He approached MC on a night that the self-depreciating humor was especially bad. He met them privately, and lifted their chin with one of his gloved hands while the other rested on MC’s shoulder.

“The House of Lamentation has an image to uphold...so of course we would never have let you in here if you would not have fit in that image.” His face was serious, but his eyes were gentle. “While you are in my presence, know that you...even while being human...are a magnificent being. So I expect these jokes to cease.”

He will now give MC compliments more often than not, and if he ever hears them make another dark joke about themselves, he’ll say their name sternly, and will wait for them to say something different.

Mammon

Doesn’t pick up on it for the longest time. Ever since MC came to the Devildom, he’s always been teasing and jabbing them, calling them names but with nothing harmful behind it.

Anytime he would call MC dumb or stupid they’d always laugh with him and agree, so they must’ve thought it was funny!

It wasn’t until he joked around with MC about how “typically dumb” they were being, not knowing that MC had just went through a particularly tough day. They tried playing it off, but felt different. The joke didn’t feel half as funny after MC smiled a crooked smile and their eyes went watery.

He tried following them to their room but was turned away. Left shut outside the entrance he always seemed to be allowed in. All because of some joke he made. All the things he had previously said struck him in that moment. Had he ever really said anything good about MC since they had been here?

He couldn’t make jokes like that anymore.

Now instead of “stupid human” he would tell them how smart they were to have him around. He would tell MC how cool they were to be hanging with the one and only Mammon. He didn’t let just anyone stick with him, so if MC was there, they had to be special.

Of course all the compliments had to have him in it, but the new smile MC seemed to show appeared much more genuine.

“Hey, human! I mean...MC. You can’t go saying sad stuff about yourself anymore, even if they’re jokes! Because...because...The Great Mammon wouldn’t hang out with people who were actually that scummy! That’s right, you’ve got some great potential, you could even be my apprentice! So don’t...say stuff about yourself like that anymore...”

MC seemed to now find all sorts of new things they had never had before. A new jacket just their size on their bed. A new phone case slipped into their bag. All sorts of gifts just happened to show up anywhere they went. Mammon’s way of saying he cared, since he could never bring it up with words.

Levi

He knows the feeling of low self esteem. He feels like a dirty, good-for-nothing shut-in. But when he heard MC make similar jokes, he couldn’t take it. He was mostly confused. MC had so many things he didn’t, so many things he was envious of, so why was MC of all people feeling that way?

He invited MC to his room to play games, planning on letting them win so maybe they could feel better. Unfortunately he has a hard time letting go of his true try-hard nature, and ends up winning anyway.

MC just laughs at their loss, claiming that it’s just another thing to check off their Loser list. They’d be the winner at losing, on the bright side.

Levi can’t take it anymore. He grabbed the controller in MC’s hand, put it aside and turned off his console. He couldn’t really look MC in the eye, but had to let them know how he felt. “MC...I can understand me feeling that way but...you’re wonderful, you have everything I don’t, so I don’t want to hear you say anything bad about yourself when-when I’m obviously worse!”

He’ll attempted to put himself down even more to try to lift MC up. Which MC didn’t tolerate in the slightest.

They argued for a while over which of them was worse, which luckily was short lived. They both sat down in silence, neither of them wanting to make eye contact. That was until Levi gently grabbed MC’s sleeve, tugging it, his face against their shoulder. “Y-you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a friend in my life...I-I won’t let anyone put you down, not even yourself.” He goes on and on about a specific anime plot, where the one of the main characters has to fight their childhood friend because they’ve been put under a curse. After the ramble, he makes sure to clarify by meaning that no matter what you’re going through, he’ll make sure you’re safe and happy.

They make a new game with each other that anytime one of them says anything bad about themselves, they have to say something equally nice about themselves. The person who loses has to give their favorite possession away. Maybe that’ll keep them from saying anything bad in the first place.

Satan

He’ll read MC like book, so to speak, but he has no idea how to handle it. He’s only read about similar personalities in his stories and occasionally with Levi. He doesn’t know how to best approach MC about it.

He’ll plan it out, probably like a battle plan. If he wants the best possible outcome, he’s going to need everything just right. The perfect setting, the perfect circumstance.

He settled on what he was sure was the perfect outcome, a rainy Devildom day. It was the weekend so everyone was either at home or out having fun. He knew MC was home in their room, so he headed there with several books he was sure they would enjoy.

When MC let him in, he was sure their face was redder than usual, and their eyes a bit more puffy. “Have you been crying, MC?”

“No that’s just how my ugly face looks.” And they laughed.

The plan was totally trashed now. Satan flared up with anger, dropping his books all over the ground. He took MC by the shoulder and pinned them against the wall. He was mad. Mad that someone like MC, someone who made him genuinely feel calm and happy, could say something about themselves like that. Like it was a joke. Like they were a joke.

“Stop saying things like that. How can you just go joking around like you don’t matter?! Do you know how much you mean to all of us?! To me?!” He took a deep breath and loosened the grip on MC’s shoulders, smoothing out the new wrinkles in their clothes. The aura of anger around him subsiding. “I know how to help you out with this, I have some...self help books in my possession. Purely out of curiosity of course. I’ll be here...to read them with you.”

After that Satan makes sure to meet with MC at least once a week to read books together. Stories about overcoming great obstacles, some self-help ones, and stories that make MC feel better in general.

He’ll also check up on MC frequently, making sure they feel better about themselves, even if it’s just a fraction of what it was before.

Asmo

It’s not until after they’d made a pact together that Asmo truly understood how MC felt of themselves. Asmo almost felt guilty he didn’t start complimenting them more before then, but guilt didn’t look appealing, but neither did what MC was doing.

He saves up a bit of money to be able to take MC on a massive spending spree. All his treat.

He doesn’t really give MC no for an answer when it’s time, and will drag them to all the greatest Devildom shops. He’ll pick outfits for them he knows will complement them, so they won’t have to be self conscious about their body.

Will complement MC to heaven and back. Their hair, their eyes, the curves on their body, the way their cheeks look when they laugh. Everything.

However, all this backfires when MC gives Asmo all the outfits back. “This was fun Asmo...but there’s no point spending money on me when nothing will make me look good.”

Asmo dragged MC into the brightly lit fitting room. He took both of MC’s hands in his. “MC, that kind of talk is not attractive! You can’t say such things when you’re as beautiful as you are! Trust me, there’s no one as beautiful as me, but...you’re a solid second place.” He’ll place a soft kiss on MC’s hands. “You’re stunning, so stunning I...I...I’m going to buy all these things for you right now, and anything else you want I’ll get! Shopping always cheers me up!”

It’s not like him to think of anyone else other than himself, so he got himself all worked up and flustered. But anytime he thought of MC...anytime he imagined that they thought of themselves any less of how he thought of them. It left a bad feeling in his chest that he needed to get rid of.

Won’t give MC any sort of time to deny or joke around any longer. He’ll compliment them now all the time, making sure they know just how amazing they are.

Beel

He surprisingly pick up on it immediately, even faster than any of his other brothers. The things MC does and says remind him of things he felt when Lilith... He couldn’t let MC do that any longer.

He tried to solve the problem at first by changing the subject any time any sort of joke like that came up. It didn’t seem to help. Whenever MC had the chance they would make some sort of joke. He couldn’t just try to distract them to help, he needed to fix this.

He decided maybe it would help their mood if he were to take MC to a fancy restaurant. Just the two of them, so they could talk about it. He didn’t like talking too much but there would be food too. Eating always made him feel better.

While eating, they heard MC make a joke pertaining on how they don’t belong in a place so fancy. Suddenly the food in Beel’s mouth didn’t taste as good anymore.

He’ll stand up and come right over to MC, pulling them out of their chair and into the tightest, most protective hug they had ever had in their life. Bringing MC so close to him, he almost completely covered them with his own body. Some other demons were staring, but he didn’t mind.

“I’ve always loved food, but ever since you came to the Devildom, food always tastes like a gourmet banquet every time...but when you say stuff like that, MC...it reminds me of Solomon’s cooking.”

MC laughed while against his chest. The laugh sounded different, it sounded happier than when they made those dark jokes. He wanted them to always sound like that. He would do almost anything to keep that sound so joyful.

Beel squeezed them tighter. “If you keep joking like that...food won’t taste as good anymore...”

Learns all of MC’s favorite meals and snacks so they always have something on hand for when MC needs a little boost.

Belphie

He notices MC’s behavior and their sense of humor and tends to be the enabler. He has that same type of humor, so it’s hard to stop, even if he doesn’t want MC to do the same thing.

He feels guilty about this and so he avoids MC for a while, not really knowing that this is making it worse. Whenever he shows up for meals or meets them during class he sees that avoiding them has made the jokes even worse.

He doesn’t want to talk about all the nightmares he’s been having about MC. About all the awful things that happen to them, either by his hands or something he couldn’t stop. He wanted the nightmares to end, he wanted all the self-bad-talk to end. All so he, Beel, and MC could finally have that happy dream.

So he takes MC up to the attic, having preparing the bed so it was covered in plush pillows and incredibly soft blankets. Anything he used to make him feel better.

He wraps MC in one of these blankets without a word, and then shoved them towards the bed. He was still learning how to be gentle with a human.

He’s not really good with words, he’s quiet when he’s awake and when he’s asleep, which is most of the time, he doesn’t need to say anything.

So he lays in bed with MC, grasping the blanket he put around their shoulders tight.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I just wanted...you to stop...So stop.” He attempted to be his typical brisk and demanding self, but it fell short. He sounded upset. He picked up one of the pillows in the pile, pointing it at MC like a weapon. “Stop.” He bopped them on the head with it. “Stop. Or I’ll continue to hit you with my pillow.”

He’s not joking. If at any point after that MC makes any sort of joke to try to cover the fact that they said anything bad about themselves, he will gently hit them with his pillow, giving them a long silent glare until they stop.

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Birthday Title Screen

Saeran’s title screen underneath the cut alongside my thoughts and feelings on the matter. Under the cut simply because if you don’t want to see it, you can go and wait until it’s officially released by Cheritz in your time zone. Anyways, we know why we’re here.

It’s that time again and boy, aren’t we happy to be able to talk about it? Now, this title was advertised as Unknown so I expected Unknown. I didn’t expect my boy Suit Saeran to be on the title. The game tends to imply that Unknown is the just Suit Saeran, and vice versa, but I don’t agree with that notion but I’ve explained that one many times before but the game never confirms outright one way or the other so, you know how that goes.

I’ll spare you that, I’ve got plenty of posts talking about that opinion for you to find if you want, lol.

Either way, this is the first time that Suit Saeran’s gotten the pointed limelight like this. He’s usually meant to surprise the player because they may not see him in their minds as their trying to uncover the mystery and everything. But, we’ve got to say, Cheritz has thrown all spoiler fears out of the window. I mean, they just plastered Seven’s true name on a boat.

I laughed about that but I digress, you’re here for the photo and you want to see me shriek like a banshee.

So, yeah, let’s just our obligatory scream out of the way presently. When I saw this one, I could think was: Oh my God, it’s BE2. The only reason my brain just decided BE2 was because of the framing of all the presents. In that ending, he gives you gifts, he gives you food, but “you’re not good enough to open them or touch them, toy.” He’ll give you all kinds of things but you know, you get what he wants when he decides.

And crumbs, if you’re lucky on a good day, you know?

That being said, it doesn’t have to be framed as BE2, but the presents and gifts just lead me to believe that this is the theme or the idea that it’s taking from to show the audience because what else am I going to be thinking when you’ve gone and thrust that idea into my face like that? Mmm, and I’ve been talking about that ending a lot lately.

Here’s that post if you want to read more about BE2. It’s a tragic ending that is bad for both Saeran and MC. He’s trying to get you back like Humpty Dumpty but he can’t put you back together again. He realized too little, too late, that he liked you the way that Ray did, that he genuinely liked you for you. He can’t say that aloud, so he... tries cruel ways to bring you back, but it will never work and he’s doomed to despair.

No hope for Suit Saeran if the kindness heart can be destroyed in hell. It means it’s only natural that he lose everything.

I appreciate that he’s sticking to his goth theme, though, that party hat is just red and black.

Suit Saeran’s very... minimalist in the sense that he just picks things that are truly intense and sharp. That’s why he wears a suit. That’s because it’s the thing that he knows that can radiate power. Business men are supposed to be strong and forthcoming with their ability, that’s why he leans that way.

His father is like that, the idea of what power and monster is feeds into how he chooses to dress himself.

That’s why he just says, “Suit time.” If anyone was curious about that, anyway, I never seen people talk about that. Ray was given his clothes by Rika, he never got a say in how he dressed. The boys always pick something dark because it’s going to match their mood... their mood is how they pick colors and clothes if given the ability.

That’s why GE Saeran is bright and cottagecore. It reflects the positive shift in his thoughts and perspective on the world. But, with Suit Saeran, he’s trying to emulate what he’s scared of and what he thinks that power is and this is the only way he knows how and it hurts to think about when you frame it that way, I do know that.

Is that meant to be a stamp and playbook? Did Suit Saeran really make a whole illustrated guide for his puppet show? Is he really making acts and stories for all of this? He had to make those puppets himself. We know that Saeran is creative and can make anything, but those things are clearly handmade, hand-painted, I have a strong feeling that he made those clothes himself, too...

You know, I like to imagine him drawing his emojis before he comes to you because he wants to make a good impression, but he’s a very specific artist and he gets angry when he can’t get things right, so I’m really thinking about him being out here in his workroom, painting fine details with a determined look in his eyes like—

“This’ll show that toy. This’ll show them how powerful I am.”

Suit Saeran, honey, this is a gift within itself, you are a dork and I love you so much, oh my God.

TLDR; Suit Saeran makes puppets and makes their own playbook like this is going to a musical or the opera.

He actually brought you the exact outfit. This means that he either made you that outfit, or he got himself, and then he made a smaller version.

I like to think he’s crafty with sewing so I pretend he does things like this, but honestly, if you’ve made it this far, are you also thinking about the fact that he made a doll versions of the both of you to show you something?

Because I can’t stop thinking about that. He really said, “Look at this, I made us, toy!” Like, I wrote a whole imagine once where MC and GE Saeran made each other plush dolls of the other person to sleep with. He just went out here and made puppets simply because he wanted to put on a show. He made y’all and I’m gonna cry what a fucking dork.

This is canon.

My God, I’m canon.

Once again, I’m out here living my best life and nobody’s going to stop me on that front. Saeran wants to impress you and astound you so badly that he does not even realize that the handmade things that he’s making actually would be something that flatter someone.

Like, he could use those to patronize me and berate me for control, but—

I’d really be sitting there compliment his fine eye and craftsmanship. It’s just that great.

“Wow, Saeran. You did this all by yourself? These details are so realistic and finely tuned. This must have taken you hours... no, days, it must have taken you days to paint everything and stitch all of this together, even the little fine details are perfect. You’re amazing! When did you have the time to learn all of this?”

He would scoff, “Of course, I am, you blubbering toy! Don’t suck up to me and think that you’re going to be treated nicely. I won’t tell you anything about me. You don’t deserve that. I didn’t do this to impress you, I did this to show you what I want from you. Now, be a good little toy, sit there, and do as I ask. I won’t repeat myself.”

I find it interesting that he framed himself in the Savior’s seat here. Is that just a tie back to BE3, or is it simply his power play? I think it’s a comment on the fact that he struggles to know how much power that he truly has in his hands. That is to say, he says he’s the strongest, but the reality is, Rika is stronger then him and he bows his head to her.

Even in his fantasy, she holds all of the cards and he has no choice but to bend.

But, with MC, he is trying to use them to control his idea of power... because it’s a fragile thing. It could break at any second. He screams and shouts all that he wants but he knows, deep down, he may be strong, but he’s not the strongest in this place. How could he be? That’s why Rika even says to you during those late hours—

“Mmm, you noticed? He’s using you to stabilize himself because otherwise, he would crumble. Thanks for your sacrifice to helping me win my goals. It wasn’t a pleasure knowing someone as bright as you, getting in my way and trying to turn them against me.”

He only feels strong when something placates the idea in his chest. It hurts, even in his numb and confused heart, he’s hurting and he can’t figure out a way to get out of the dark labyrinth. Did he make the Mint Eye playhouse? Did he? I am saying he did. None of you are going to stop me. Saeran is a creative artist and I will not be contained any longer.

Cheritz confirmed.

You’re a doll on a string in this for him. He wants to say that he bends and controls you to his whims, but... he’s also there. This isn’t just you being a toy, it’s Saeran realizing that he’s a toy, too. Why else would he make a doll of his person, then? This is about him not entirely getting it, though. He would make himself but not realize what he’s implying to know deep down, underneath all of his yelling.

When I saw him in the chair, I thought... this is him in relation to being the marionette king. That’s why they’re doing this, oh my God. It makes sense to frame the MC as a puppet or toy, they’re always “his eyes” and “his toy” and more and more and more. But, he’s also being played for a toy by Rika to get what she wants.

Who is really the puppet here?

Who is really on the strings?

Look at that cocky bastard. Look at him. Look at him forever and deal with me screaming about him, oh my God. In conclusion, I’m having a lot of feelings at the moment presently and I think I’m going to go and lay back down because I am going to need a minute to unpack everything that I’m feeling and dealing with because Suit Saeran.

SUIT SAERAN!

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