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ma1dita · 3 months

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bedtime stories

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: bitch this was supposed to be a blurb. 2.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don't mind at all. You won’t admit a lot of things to Luke Castellan, but perhaps he knows something you don’t. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

warnings: none, banter and fluff on a night shift

a/n: Introducing luke castellan x trouble!reader… this is just gonna be ongoing blurbs and one shots of an idea in my head (and my latest hyperfixation) reader is essentially reformed unhinged bitch now camp mom and it’s enemies to friends to lovers. Working through reading the pjo series hehe

(posted 1/16/24, beta’ed by the lovely @ttulipwritezz @mrsaluado & @lixzey thank you bunches)

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Dragging your feet across the dirt of the forest floor, you sigh to yourself in the quiet night air. It’s gonna be another long night and with the beep on your digital watch, you blearily peer at the time and sigh. Almost 11. Swaying slightly, you whistle a familiar tune as your nimble hands straighten out the deck chairs near the firepit, pick up trash to toss into the receptacle, and turn off the lights in the dining hall. All on the way to check Cabin 7, mind you, and the Apollo kids will undoubtedly loop you into singing a song with them before you shut the lights off and close the curtains.

Gods, your dad is definitely gonna hear about this in the morning.

It’s not like Mr. D ever really cares, or listens, more focused on droning on about missing his wife and playing pinochle even when you rattle off his…your to-do list for the week to keep Camp Half-Blood running and the younger demigods in mostly one piece. Honestly, he should be grateful he has you, and even if he is, he’ll never let you hear it. At least you’re Chiron’s favorite.

A shadow passes your field of view, and before you can rub at your sleepy eyes, strong hands pin you to the side of a tree on the dirt path you were supposed to take across camp.

Sorry, let’s correct that—you’re one of Chiron’s favorites. The other all-star camper stares at you like you’re a three-headed dog under the beam of his flashlight.

“Just me, Castellan,” you grumble, a bit winded as you blink harshly at the bright light. “Still doing checks.”

“You’re losing your touch. You making a habit of going to bed late?” Luke smirks, and it’s actually annoying how he always looks like he knows something you don’t.

“You always pin campers to trees?”

“Just the pretty ones.” His smirk turns into a sly grin that makes you roll your eyes.

“Okay loser, I’ve got cabins to check,” you drone as you push off from the tree. “6 cut into my time after staying there longer than I had to. The little ones kept asking these otherworldly philosophical questions and Annabeth just laughed at me while I tried to not pluck my eyelashes out one by one.”

Your clipboard taps lightly against your hip despite the aggression in your voice and Luke laughs much like his little sister, a burst of sunlight overflowing into the dreary and mundane. Your lips quirk upward before you can stop and remind yourself of who you’re talking to. The tall boy reaches behind him to scratch the nape of his neck and sighs, sucking at his teeth.

“You’re always doing the most, huh?”

“Who else is going to, my dad? He’s probably already out like a light.” Once, you found your dad asleep at his desk after dinner, snoring loudly instead of keeping watch. You started taking more night shifts after that.

“Well, no. You know I’m here to help you, even if you’ll never admit it.” Luke extends a hand to you so it’s easier to navigate the step back onto the dirt-trodden path, but there’s no fun in that, so you hop around him and start walking away. The sound of his footsteps fall and match yours as he follows you, both in tandem like the sound of a steady heartbeat.

“The day you catch me admitting anything about you is the day the Underworld freezes over. You should know that by now.”

“Woooooow, so I don’t get a thank you for singing the Apollo kids to sleep? You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I walked in and not you. They ended the song pretty quickly after I opened my mouth to croak out a chorus,” he says, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and nudging your side as you both laugh.

He’s a terrible singer, to be honest. Not even the Fates would’ve expected that from someone who otherwise seems like a perfect boy. Sometimes you wonder what he’s done in a past life to have it so easy–to look like he’s been chiseled by Michelangelo, have the athletic prowess of ten Spartan soldiers, and the heart of a hero only legends could get right. He’s probably the closest thing to an actual hero here at camp. You often find yourself looking at him in hopes of finding a crack in the porcelain of his perfection, but any fault of his seems to just build up his endurance in his quest for glory.

Maybe that’s why your dad doesn’t like him, his aspirations for something greater than the camp that’s kept you safe all these years, though the multiple complaints and headaches the both of you have given him as squabbling teenagers must’ve added onto that. Sometimes, though, the way he helps ease your load prods a funny feeling you do your best not to acknowledge in your stomach. Luke walks ahead shining the flashlight onto the dark path so you both don’t trip. It’s there now, at the sight of him offering an arm for you to latch onto to hop over fallen branches.

Mental note: tell the satyrs to move that in the morning.

As you hurdle over the brambles, you let go immediately after you steady your feet, moving his hand that’s holding the flashlight back towards the path with no other words. You are your father’s daughter after all, and he knows this—stubborn and your name have the same face.

Moving further towards your destination, the light reveals a teenage couple entangled within each other’s arms at the base of a tree out there for everyone to see in the moonlight.

“Jeez, guys, alright— pack it up, wrap it up! Could’ve at least found somewhere private… It’s curfew already, if I see you two again it’s a citation.”

The boy blushes and mumbles an apology to you, scurrying back to cabin 7, and you raise an eyebrow at a sheepish son of Hermes who swears they were all in their beds when he was singing to them.

“I don’t wanna go back to my cabin, all the boys are gross…” the girl whines, cheeks flushed from embarrassment as she flutters her eyelashes at you and Luke. You sigh. What has the world come to that young demigods are entrusted to the care of two people who barely consider themselves adults?

“Well, if you’re still in 11 with this one,” you simper, blatantly pointing at Luke, “I can’t blame you. He’s gross. Come by mine tomorrow and I’ll get you privacy curtains, okay? Trust me Yvonne, you don’t think boys are all that gross if you like kissing them.”

She nods, smiling charmingly at the two of you, before brushing past Luke and winking, “See you inside!”

Your head swivels to look at Luke with a coy expression, “There’s no way she’s not an Aphrodite.”

Luke huffs as he clicks his flashlight on and off. His hands are always fidgeting, always searching for something to do. He’s more like his dad than he thinks, carrying the quieter traits of quick fingers and more obvious ones like his constant search for amusement. Talking to you consistently satiates that itch.

“Aphrodite isn’t the only god that attracts attractive people, you know.”

“Oh? Do tell, because if she’s one of you, your cabin’s gonna be extra trouble,” your mouth curves into a smile, and he thinks he likes it more when you’re trying to be mean to him like this because the back and forth between you two is a comfort Luke cherishes. The words have lost their bite over the years, and there are no more cuts and bruises besides an occasional wounded ego, but it’s still entertaining, to say the least. He can’t imagine a day without hearing the teasing lilt of your voice, always easy to prod at and always wanting to have the last word.

“My dad is the god of thieves and messengers. We’re fast, smart, charming, and also good-looking. Do the math.”

“Also apparently the ones with the biggest egos, but okay.” There it is. He shoves you and you trip over your own feet falling fast.

“Hey! Jerk.”

“Definitely a daughter of Dionysus, crazy as always, and clumsy too.” Luke’s nose crinkles at the sight of your crumpled frame.

“Your hand is like the size of my face, what the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”

A fleeting thought in the back of your mind reasons that maybe violence is the answer, but he’s still not finished making fun of you even after he helps you up.

“And vulgar! What a shocker.”

“Ugh. You better hope your dad stops populating because if there’s any more that come here and act like you? I’m quitting.”

Luke watches you gaze at the heavens, probably looking for a fuck to give and he snickers at how easily you give in nowadays. Maybe he’s the one losing his touch—usually you’d put up more of a fight to argue.

“You wouldn’t. You love this job. Camp. S’why you’re not as fun anymore, trouble.”

A noise of agreement leaves you as you glare at him and the stupid nickname back from when you used to wreak havoc just because you could, a direct juxtaposition to the honorary position you hold today. Finally following him up the front steps of Cabin 11, Luke opens the door and beckons you in, pushing at your hip with his knuckles.

Checking this place last has become a habit with Luke helping you out, and all the kids—Hermes’, minor gods’, and unclaimed, love it when you come to stop by before lights out. They especially loved the later bedtime, but hugs and cool stories from you were a close second.

“Everyone good and ready for bed in here? Sorry it took so long guys,” you say, visually scanning the perimeter and matching faces to bunks, seeing them all settled beneath their sheets, all except for one Luke Castellan. He’s still leaning against the doorframe, breath grazing your shoulder as he hands you a copy of his log from the other cabins he kindly relieved you from.

“What, no bedtime story this time?” He says through hooded eyes, and though he won’t admit it, he adores the sound of your voice. Luke does anything he can to get your attention to hear it more. It almost has a calming effect on him, and maybe it’s the fact that your dad can cause and cure madness, anxiety, and all alike, so something in him believes you do the same, powers or not. One look from him has you sputtering out snarky remarks; different strategies, same results—works every time.

“Castellan…” He grins at the look on your face, and tiny voices pop up from around the cabin, all asking for a bedtime story. Chris even starts a chant from his top bunk, making you want to hurl your clipboard at his head. Hypnos is calling your name at this point, and you’d do anything to crawl into your own safe haven in Cabin 12, but your heartstrings pull at the sight of the little ones pouting, hoping for you to tuck them in with a blanket of comforting words and stories of something more than what these walls meagerly provide. Camp Half-Blood only keeps them safe for so long, and not a lot of them make it out of here alive. You and Luke both know that being two of the oldest at camp, and his smug expression as he settles into his bed is confirmation that you’re about to give in.

“Fine. One quick story, and then everyone goes to sleep okay? Who wants to sit on the floor with me?”

You take your place sitting on the ground next to the foot of Luke’s bunk as he lays upside down on the twin-sized mattress, peering at you through one open eye as the younger children, mostly the unclaimed ones—drag their blankets and form a circle in the middle of the room, waiting patiently for you to start enchanting them with something to occupy their tired minds. Acting— that’s the gift your father had to give you; this time you decide to tell the story of Atalanta and the golden apples, how she ran from love and it still found her in the end, and how some stories can have good endings, despite what’s often found in Greek legend. Multiple tired eyes droop closed as you finish the story and carry the ones who’ve fallen into Hypnos’ embrace back into their bunks, tucking them in with kisses on their foreheads and it leaves you with a warm feeling that will help you brave the chill on your walk back.

Admittedly, this next part is your favorite part on nights like these. The overflowing cabin of rowdy pranksters and babbling children is as quiet as the secret you hold close to your heart, tiptoeing back towards Luke’s space and draping his blanket over his muscular frame, exhausted from another day of trying to achieve greatness. Your hand brushes a dark curl away from his forehead, fingertips ghosting his pale skin like a kiss you’d never have the guts to give. With everything you have in you, you summon thoughts of serenity and peace, hoping whatever keeps him up at night lets him rest for even a few hours. You don’t pray often, finding yourself spiting your father instead of honoring him on most days, but in the dim light of Cabin 11, you find yourself making time to do so for a pain in your ass called Luke Castellan.

Perhaps he knows something you don’t after all, the crease in his forehead relaxing as you pull your fingertips away.

“Sweet dreams, angelface.”

Mental note: Put his ass to work tomorrow for falling asleep halfway through the story.

It’ll only give him another excuse to ask you to tell it again a few nights later. You find yourself not minding that, a sliver of a smile pulling at your face as you walk towards the door and shut the lights off, a sleeping son of Hermes illuminated by the gentle shine of the moon.

You’d never admit that, though.

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“you steady me and stir me

all at once.”

-Tanya Wright

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 year

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Mc That's like Wednesday

First meet

Pairing: Obey me character x reader

Tw warning: none?

Part-1 Part-2

The Side Characters

Is that how all humans are!!😃?

Poor bub don't know that you're different.

Chuckles so loud that your ears bleed , when you pulled that stunt to Lucifer.

"Welcome human !! Welcome to the devildom!!"

"Thanks DEMON!"

*Sad puppy noises*

You feel bad now .....even if you don't have emotions.....

The first person you'd ever say sorry to.

Thinks you're Barbatos spawn bc of how graceful you are.

Tried to take you to the castle

Barb said no

Simp no:4

No.

Simply no.

He's not having another chaotic , dark ,and trouble seeking person.

Thinks you really match with The demon kings personality.

" Are you by any chance secret child of the demon king?"

" No but people do say I'm a spawn of the devil himself"

Great , you're sarcastic too!

Would not say anything thou because lord Diavolo seems interested in you.

You better keep good reputation human.

And praise his cooking too.

You like Solomon .

No literally.

He have magic . Magic means power. You're all about power.

He also like you.

He's never met another weird human before!

You both can do all the weirdness together.

Also he's easy on your eyes too . Cause he's all white and black too.

"I'm Solomon another human like-"

"You have lived more than a century you're hardly a human"

"Ouch that hurts"

"it was meant to"

He smirked so did you.

He's the first person to get a reaction from you .

You're besties!!

He's trying to make you laugh on a deez nuts joke.

Humans-1, Demons-0.

"I thought a human was coming " he genuinely thought of you as a demon.

"I thought angels were supposed to be white."

He's in crisis

That's racial discrimination mc ngl.

Starts praying to God .

But he's an angel so he cannot hate.

You're different.

You're brave

And he's a simp.

Simp no:5

Hello Simeon ? Pick me up I'm scared!

Thinks you're a demon too.

But you smiled at him (because of his chihuahua behaviour not that he'd know)

He brings you cookies.

You don't like cookies.

"I'd rather eat the brains of my victims"

"Huh"

"i-i prefer ch-chocolate cookies not vanilla"

"Oh i have those too!!"

He'll melt your heart (you don't have one)

Looking at him , reminds you of your pet scorpio (that died)

You swore to keep him safe.

[A/N]: Hehe i love little luke!

Thanks for reading!!

#obey me shall we date #obey me short fic #obey me gn!reader #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #shall we date lucifer #the great mammon #obey me satan #om! asmodeus #beel x reader #belphieobeyme #diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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xxstraymoonchildxx · 5 days

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This Couple is Unusual

Prev./Next (WIP)

Chapter 5 This couple, coffin talk

cw: flashback lesson 16 OM

The first time you died was during your first school year in the Devildom.

You have felt bad for him, being stuck in this stuffy attic all by himself. He had reached out to you early on, a whisper in the night, urging you up the stairs. That Lucifer tried to stop you only fueled your curiosity.

The big bad brother who locked the youngest up after an argument. Of course, you made pacts with the other five brothers to break the magical lock to the attic.

He was so grateful, pulling you into a warm embrace.

He hugged you tightly.

“You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren’t you?”

Tighter.

You couldn’t move.

“Hehe. Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant.”

Tighter.

“You’re so stupid that I can’t help but laugh. Don’t blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.”

Tighter.

“I hate humans. I hate them more than anything in the three worlds-”

Your ribcage cracked, puncturing your insides.

“And I hate you!”

Why this particular scene flashed before your eyes, you didn’t know for you had already forgiven him. The time you sacrificed yourself for Lucifer or several other instances you had put yourself in immediate danger would have left a better taste in your mouth.

Now, a scythe's polished, pointy tip was millimeters away from your face. It would have pierced through your left orbit if you didn’t bend backward the time and way you did thanks to Luke’s blessing no doubt. The sharp edge of the death dealer ominously glistened in the candlelight.

“Didn’t you know that curiosity killed the cat, my dear?” a voice croaked to your right, amusement resonating within. From your peripheral vision, you could see his dark boots that had no business having this many belts (nor him having legs this long).

“But satisfaction brought it back,” you breathed out, voice shaky. A bead of sweat of fear trickled down your temple as the rapid beating of your heart continued.

Undertaker chuckled and pulled the scythe away from you, lovingly grazing the smooth side of the cutting blade. You stared at the tool that was not designed to cut grass or harvest grains. It had the shape of an elongated bone structure; the edge of the blade ended in a skull that was decorated with thorns around the forehead and the shaft went directly into the skeletal thorax with all its components.

He held out his free hand for you to take, pulling you upward. His skin felt weird to the touch, neither warm nor cold. Just like Thirteen’s. Undertaker gently turned your hand, thumb striking over the seal on the back before letting go, making you wonder if he recognized the sigil that proved your affiliation with the Sorcerer’s Society or the ring of light around on your finger. He eventually took a step backward, giving you a moment to ogle him.

Actually, without being fully veiled by his black overcoat, revealing a matching dark robe, and without his crooked top hat Undertaker even kind of looked … attractive there and then. His choice of clothing and jewelry was interesting for his time, if not ahead of it.

Moreover, with the murder weapon at hand, he didn’t look like a demented oddball anymore but the personified harbinger of death. A grim reaper, a Shinigami.

Oh.

Now you knew he recognized you as a sorcerer and some other things about him started to make sense.

Undertaker stored his scythe away, locking the closet with a satisfying click. His lips were curled upwards when he turned back around. Since his bangs covered the upper half of his face, you couldn’t read his true emotions.

/I wonder if he has phosphorescent eyes, too./

“Heh, be more careful when snooping around, unless you’re dying to experience my coffins firsthand,” Undertaker said, snickering at his own little pun at the end.

“Err, it’s definitely not on my bucket list for 1888. Dying ain’t fun,” you quickly denied, mumbling the last part. You awkwardly rubbed your sweaty neck when you felt him staring from behind his long bangs.

Wait, he couldn’t know what a bucket list is, couldn’t he?

“A bucket list is a to-do list before ‘kicking the bucket’,” you quickly explained.

The mortician hummed “Interesting choice of words. Although, even if it’s the basis of my work, I understand death is undesirable - but - maybe such topics should be discussed over a cuppa and biscuits, don’t you think? You’re still shaken.”

This is how you ended up sitting on one of his coffins across from him, a measuring beaker with black tea in hand.

Undertaker, who sat cross-legged on another death box, held out a black urn toward you, silently instructing you to take whatever was inside. Having lived in the Devildom for so long nothing food-related should and could surprise you anymore.

Still, you must have looked baffled when you fished a biscuit in the form of a dog bone from the alienated cookie jar because the silver-haired man let out a little cackle. “Go ahead, they’re delicious, I promise~”

He was right, they were! The sweet taste was welcomed after your near-death experience.

“Gosh, you need to give me the recipe for these. I’ve got some baking-loving friends back home.”

“Hmm, I might, if you pay me with a good laugh, of course,” he answered cheekily, bouncing his crossed-over leg.

“Wait, for real? … Let me think about one…”

Undertaker waited patiently, munching on his treat.

“Okay, you see, my favorite childhood memory is building sandcastles with my dear grandfather – well, that was until my mother took his ashes away.”

…

Turned out that simultaneously eating and laughing was not a good idea.

The silver-haired choked on the cookie as the laugh got stuck in his throat, bending over, battering his chest with suppressed giggles (why) while you shot up in a panic, refilling his cup. “Oh my god, are you alright?”

He made a gesture of refusal with his hand, knocking the beverage back.

“That was a killer, young Miss,” he said once you two calmed down, acting like nothing happened.

“I have yet to ask what I owe the pleasure. I assume you're still busy with the murder case, hm?”

You lowered the recipe Undertaker gave you beforehand, regarding him with a mirthful grin. “Nope. I was gift hunting for the family and ended up in front of your store by chance. Maybe it was fate? For the article, well, I don't think the Queen's cute little watchdog would let us publish anything remotely true once he finds out who Jack the Ripper is.”

Undertaker’s lips curled into a grin as well “Oh, you figured it out?”

“Yep. Yesterday's event confirmed our suspicion. Not that you sound surprised at all, tho.”

“I had a feeling you’ll succeed. I’m sure the young Earl won’t be far behind for he is the good lapdog of Her Majesty.”

You made a face “Never have I imagined a child being responsible for resolving the disruption of the general society. Seriously, putting himself in danger like that.”

“And that collar will choke him someday,” Undertaker said, his voice dropping an octave. “If not for his self-imposed duty, his butler will certainly be his undoing.”

“Well, if the Earl can’t find a way to circumvent his contract, that is, even for a certain amount of time. Employers tend to find a way to go around their agreements, so it’s technically not impossible.”

The mortician tapped his lips with his index. A grimoire - he hadn’t considered this possibility for they are seldom found. It would require Sebastian Michaelis’ true name and free access to Hell. However, different matters solicited his attention; exempli gratia Karnstein, so he would keep your words in mind. An interesting human you were; just maybe …

A low vibrating sound broke his thoughts.

“Shit, I hate to cut our talk short but…” you said, eyes fixating on the screen of the D.D.D. you halfway pulled out of your dress pocket “...look at the time. Sata- err, my husband is expecting me soon and I still have to make the way back.”

You pushed the phone back and walked up to him.

“Thank you for the tea and cookies. I don’t know how long we’ll stay in London but I hope we meet again before we leave.”

You gave Undertaker your brightest smile, surprising the Shinigami but he gently held your outstretched hand. Hands he had taken souls with.

“Likewise, young lady. Be careful on your way back. You never know what lurks around the corner.”

“Noted!”

You took your bag from where you nearly met your untimely end and walked to the door. Grabbing the knob, you turned your head backward.

Feeling bold, you let a slight gust of wind whip around his face, revealing his odd green eyes that widened slightly at your display of magic. Proud of yourself, you winked and waved goodbye, your smile branding itself into his mind.

Laugher filled his empty store.

“What an interesting sorcerer~”

Hello folks! Writing this chapter was really hard for some reason and I struggled with the decision of putting a scene in or not. As you can see, this chapter is rather short, meaning I cut a scene out. It involved the harassment of MC. (In Victorian London some men were pathetic and walked up to unaccompanied women, even from higher ranks, assuming they were streetwalkers. In this case, the reader would have been approached by Grell with the idea in mind to make the case more personal. I'm not sure I handled this well enough in my draft, so here we are)

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celestialexxperience · 1 year

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Graham Dunne (nfsw alphabet.)

~~ Requested ~~

A/N: bear with me this Is my first time writing something smut related so sorry If it's bad.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare king. He will immediately gives you cuddles and kisses and then runs you a hot bath. I love him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is his arms and fingers because of how proud he is with his guitar playing skills and his skills with you (wink, wink.)

His fav of your body is your eyes, he just loves to stare into them for hours on end. Or your boobs to be honest he's a boob guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gonna be honest he has a breeding a kink, so he loves to cum inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Luke I said this man has a breeding kink, I mean he is a family man soooo. But, otherwise I feel like he is kinda ashamed or embarrassed about a lot of things when it comes to sex because I feel like he really doesn't like to talk about with other people that aren't you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like my man was a virgin before the band started but as the six got more and more famous he definitely got more and more experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Enough said.

I just feel like he loves to see your eyes and your facial expressions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's pretty serious but he can be Goofy, because if something awkward or cute happens Graham will flash a smile and laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lets just say the carpet does match the drapes, but i feel like he doesn't let it get our of hand like he trims and stuff.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate likeeeeee…. Duhhh have you seen this man has is very rom-com Rose pedals in bed esc.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon).

He doesn't do it that much because he has you but when he's on tour or just misses you he does it, and imagine phone sex 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I've said this like 3 times already but breeding kink! Hehe. And I feel like he has a thing for sneaking around.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either your guys house or like when you guys are in public you'll find a closet or something like I feel like he loves fucking in the closet at the recording studio.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This mother fucker like a God damn horny teenager so basically anything.

When you say something sexually, when you lip your lips a certain way, when you keep eye contact, and especially when your cleavage is showing. Like I said mans a boob guy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No pain kink. He would not want to hurt you and even If you said it didn't hurt you he still wouldn't be up for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving.

But when he does do it he eats you out like a starved fucking man, he loves the sounds you make and how your thighs shake from underneath him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood you or him your on but usually slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Man's loves quickies.

Before practice, after practice, before you have to go to work, in the morning, before yall go to bed, ect.

My man's lives for them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. Most of the time atleast.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like I said: horny mother fucker. So, mostly average Stamina, but when he really needs you he could be lasting a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any himself but If you do and use them around him he will be jealous of an inanimate object.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to tease. Enough said.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is average-loud but he tries to cover it up. you're gonna have to get it out of him and believe me it's not gonna take much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's a switch.

(I wanna dom this man.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average. (Like 6-8 inches.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGHHH.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he does most of the time but not after taking care of you.

#daisy jones and the six #Djats #djats fanfic #Djats fanfic #Daisy jones and the six x reader #Djats x reader #Graham dunne #Graham dunne x reader #Graham dunne smut #Warren rojas #Billy dunne #Karen sirko #Camila Dunne #Daisy jones #Eddie roundtree #teddy price

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justsomerandomfanfic · 18 days

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Hii!

I was wondering if I could request a romantic matchup? I really love your writing! I’d love it from Star Wars or marvel ( both if you’re feeling particular nice but either one will do)

My pronouns are she/her and I would like to be matched with a man.

A little bit about me: I love psychology and literature and I’m a very big family person.

I love to read and write the occasional poetry. I loveeee dogs ( I have one right now) and I’m pretty funny.

I get pretty self conscious, but on the off days I’m not in kinda like the life of the party and I’m very hyper sensitive to people emotions and reactions.

I’d say I’m pretty smart and focused; and if I have a goal in mind I almost always get it done. I tend to be a little hard on myself but I’m working on it and o have a really sassy streak.

I love making people laugh and feeling included; but I’m still searching for my ‘person’ yk? I’d say I’m pretty smart and sorted and I love trying new things.

I’m pretty spontaneous and I love my culture (I’m Indian) a lot. My favourite tv shows are friends and Brooklyn 99 because I love things that make me laugh; and my secret pleasure is that I loose soft toys.

My love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation, and I love talking to people about anything.

My favourite artists are Taylor swift, one direction, Sabrina carpenter and Gracie abrams to name a few and I’m really into cricket and f1!

Yeah that’s a little bit abt me hehe; thank you ik advance !!

Here ya go! I always do all listed fandoms, (my longest matchup request was 10!) they are never a burden to do and always fun so I don't mind doing them! You are free to even request more too. Anyhoo, I hope you like your matchups! <3333

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(Romantic);

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Star Wars;

Han Solo:

🌙 You met Han before he met Obi-Wan and before he met Luke; just maybe a couple of months before - though, you weren't a bounty hunter or anything, you were just doing your own thing

🌙 For some reason, the two of you worked together, traveling space together - you and Han work well together - though you and him sometimes butt heads - you get the work done; somewhere down the line, you and Han became a thing

🌙 You and Han, when not bounty hunting, you and Han chillax. Resting in the Falcon, you reading while Han fidgets around with some tech that he's trying to fix - though sometimes if you have no more books to read, Han is more than willing to teach you how to fly the Falcon, (he probably won't let your fly all the time, maybe if there is an emergency, but it's fun overall)

🌙 Han is always there to listen to you - he'd be a good listener - just sitting down somewhere together in the Falcon, just listening to you talk about literally everything and everything; this chatting will probably lead to cuddling, maybe even a nap

🌙 You and Han are a pretty powerful couple, the both of you are persistent and do what you can to get what you want - it's hard for the other bounty hunters to track you both down; you always run away scott-free, hand in hand, your laughter ringing throughout the air

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Marvel;

Matt Murdock:

😈 You actually met Matt when you were called to the stand as the Psychologist in some smaller-lesser known crime court thing - Matt though, when he heard you speak, he was like (★‿★)

😈 After the case thing, and though he could see in a cooler/different way, he was able to follow your voice as you spoke to someone outside the courthouse - he may have slightly spooked you, and you may have been a bit nervous, but when Matt complimented you about your knowledge and how impressed he was; well, swoon

😈 Once official, which may have taken some time, you and Matt move in together and you did a lot together - going to the gym, and listening to your favorite music

😈 A lot of cuddling, just staying up at night - when Matt's not fighting crime - staying up at night together, playing with each other's hands, soft music playing in the background, whispering sweet nothings to each other

😈 And if you're feeling down, Matt will be there for you, trying to soothe you, but if you want some alone time, Matt is more than willing to give you some time and space - he'd probably just go out and fight a baddie, and bring Chinese food home when he does

#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchup #matchups #star wars #han solo #han solo x reader #marvel #mcu #marvel muc #marvel comics #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #netflix daredevil #matthew murdock

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nerdieforpedro · 5 days

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Wednesday WIP

Hello! 👋🏽 Nerdie here, I am working on a few things:

1. A second entry for @undercoverpena ‘s April Showers Challenge (maybe featuring an agent I haven’t written for a bit). I had a burst of an idea which was different than the original one I had. Such is a Nerdie brain. Don't get lost in there, but there are cookies.

2. Finally progress of my “Wedding 101 with Dieter” fic! I had been having trouble with it. I’m happy to have more Maya, Dieter and Daisy. 🤭 I apologize to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine in advance for any undue stress I shall cause you.

3. Going to finish up my short Frankie body part series which sounds menacing but is the opposite. 😂 Very much so lol It’s called “Only Parts of you Mr. Morales.”

4. I’m working on a Javier Peña series because I feel like I need to give him something nice. Just one thing. 😆 It's very sweet, I have 2 chapters and no idea what to call it. Pfft, go figure. No idea how long it will be - sorry, won't be ready for a bit. Between Javier P and Joel recent. I need to be nice to them. They’re both very haunted. 😖

5. I'm still working on both Din fics and Benny. I'm redoing the outlines. Bullet points are friends and not our enemies. I think. Will there be more random Star Wars people? Is Obi Wan Kenobi a children’s author and Luke that old man who swings his lightsaber in the yard?! Both these things are true. 😌 Messing with Star Wars canon one character at a time. 😂😂😂 The sweet Din fic will remain so. My walking pile of nervous Beskar. 💚

And that's about it, I've cut back a bit on writing to do more school work (papers...ugh...writing about not Pedro. 👀 Eww...)

Previews under the cut:

Anyway, somehow, I went from being stuck in chapter five for 'Weddings 101 with Dieter' to now being in chapter six. I'd like to thank Hemmy for being so encouraging and @megamindsecretlair for discussing Pedro and Oscar with me the other night. I feel like I should make notes and keep both of those in mind for future fics because it's the right thing to do.🫡 Just thinking about it is… 🫠

This is a small excerpt from chapter six, we should all know Nerdie's humor by now 🤣:

“Who’s banging on my door this damn early?! You better get out of here!” “Dee at least ask who it is.” “I don’t care, it could be the president, pope or, no Beyonce could come in.” “I am not meeting Beyonce in my robe. My hair is a mess, my face is puffy, I haven’t showered yet…that’s not who it is!” “I mean, if she shows up on this door, she’s gonna have to be okay with my bare ass, balls and your robe with your cute puffy face. It’s just us. You don’t need one. I’m just going to take it back off to eat you for-” “MR. BRAVO IT’S ME ZACK! YOUR ASSISTANT!” He screamed, he didn’t need to hear Dieter removing anything off of Maya or eating her in any capacity, they can do that after he leaves later. Never any filter with this damn man, he just needs to remind himself of his loans. This job pays the loans.

Gotta love how....open Dieter is with everything. Even Sasha Fierce is not safe. 😭

Second is from my pending Javier Peña fic (I'll think of a good name, I swear!):

Meeting his gaze had her mouth run dry, the sandy tone to his skin contrasted with more papaya tones in his neck. Dark hair and kind eyes behind a gold pair of aviators perched on his curved nose. Tourmaline waves parted on the left side of his crown were matched by his bold eyebrows and thick mustache. His lips were a lace pink and plush. The sunlight made the sweat along his neck glimmer, accentuating its definition. The light blue shirt made the reds and browns in his skin stand out even more. “Did you need to get some fresh air too?” She asked, he could be doing that, escaping someone like she was doing or something else entirely. Now she was curious too, about this man who’d chosen to sit next to her.

I very much enjoy my description of Javier, hehe 😉

That's it! Normally I have more, but it's either still in bullet form or in my head. 🤭

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @604to647 @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @rhoorl

@goodwithcheese @soft-persephone @djarinmuse @pedroshotwifey @magpiepills

@secretelephanttattoo @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@laurfilijames @grogusmum @alltheglitterandtheroar @jessthebaker @musings-of-a-rose

@julesonrecord @wannab-urs @schnarfer

#wip wednesday #Nerdie update #javier pena fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #benny miller #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfiction

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thestupidhelmet · 4 months

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i'm about to send you a bunch of these hehe

B and C, 1-6

🤭

Babies, how many and their names: Eric, Donna, Jackie, Hyde, Fez, Kelso.

You didn't specify Eric/Donna as a couple or Jackie/Hyde as a couple, which would be numbers 17 and 18. You also didn't specify Fez or Kelso in a relationship with a specific person (I put numbers for those, too), so I'm going to answer this question based on the characters as individuals.

Note: Since a baby's gender can't be planned (without medical involvement), in some cases I'll give options for more than one gender. Also, people's biological sex doesn't always match their internal sense of gender. Trans people often choose their own names when they're older, but that fact is beyond the scope of this game (but certainly not beyond the scope of thinking about the T7S characters' children 🏳️‍🌈).

Eric: He grew up with an unhealthy sibling relationship, so he might want only one kid for that reason. Then again, he might want two and do his best to foster a healthy relationship between the two.

If he has a boy, Luke. (Obvious reason.)

If he has a girl, Kayla. (It was a popular girl's name in the 1980s and honors his mom without being a direct copy of it.)

If he has a second boy, Peter "Pete" (after Peter Parker).

If he has a second girl, Robin. (Another popular girl's name in the 1980s. It honors Red with the first letter and is the name of Batman's sidekick.)

Donna: One child. She wants to be a mom but not have that be the only part of her identity.

If a girl, Isabel "Izzy" (after feminist journalist and author Isabel Allende).

If a boy, Anthony. (Susan B. Anthony's father was a huge women's rights advocate and opened a school that taught both boys and girls when his daughter was rejected from school for being female. That's just one way he tried to help and protect women's rights and safety in his life. The name Anthony is also common in Italian-American families.)

Jackie: She's an only child and barely got attention from her parents. She could either go the one kid route to make sure she'll be as present as possible for her child. Or she might have two but not more. If following in her parents' footsteps, she'd be rich one way or the other, and a nanny would raise the kids.

First boy, Jack. (Jackie is named after her father, whose canonical name is Jack. Nothing in T7S tells us differently.)

First girl, Jacklyn. (Essentially Jackie Jr., but the different spelling was popular in the 1980s and gives her daughter's name a little individuality.)

Second boy, Jason. (Sticking with the JA theme plus son. See what she / I did there?)

Second girl, Sarah. (It means princess, and one can infer from Jackie's JSB shirt in S1 that her original middle name could have been Sarah before it was retconned to Beulah for a running joke. Jackie hated her middle name, so she might have gone as Jackie Sarah to her friends until, of course, her secret is discovered.)

Hyde: No kids. He wouldn't want to be a father for so many reasons, but he'd be a wonderful uncle -- because, in part, his uncle was the kindest family member to him growing up (that's a headcanon inspired by the fact his uncle left Hyde his boots).

Fez: Three kids. I see him wanting a big family but a manageable one.

First girl, Michelle (after his best friend Michael Kelso). Middle name after Fez's mother.

Second girl, Stephanie (after his best friend Steven Hyde). Middle name Linda, after the goddess tattooed on his body.

Third girl, America (after the country he chose as his home and his good friend Eric Forman).

First boy, his father's name but called by a shortened version of it.

Second boy, Charlie (because Fez would want his son to have his own beautiful angels to do his, er, bidding. Sorry about that one. 😄)

Third boy, Alexander (a popular 1980s boy's name with a lot of history. Fez wants his son to be a conqueror of worlds 👀).

Kelso: Wants no children. He grew up with six siblings, and his parents barely knew he existed. Unfortunately, he ends up with at least half a dozen -- if not double that -- kids he never intended to have. He probably doesn't know he's the father of most of them (until talk shows start doing paternity tests for ratings).

Careers

Eric: Vice President of a toy company, either as a prototype approver/tester or toy inventor.

Donna: Rock journalist.

Jackie: Fashion designer, fashion stylist, or wedding planner.

Hyde: Owns his own record label and signs bands.

Fez: Chocolatier (competitive).

Kelso: Marries a rich, much older woman and cheats on her with much younger women. Or he becomes a catalogue model. Or both.

Jukebox Ask Game

#that 70s show #jackie burkhart #eric forman #donna pinciotti #that '70s show #ask game #jukebox ask game

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samthecookielord · 2 months

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Round 3 we had the most hilarious and most tragic of deaths this time around lol

Ok here we gooooo

Match 1...

Av!Clive: this guy. Congrats! You killed him! 2/3 AUs found ^-^ hehe! You know him. He's clive but if an assassin layton adopted him and he becomes terribly annoying because he did Not absorb ANY of that gentleman stuff. He's smug and annoying and he loves guns. Yay! If he survived longer i would've done a bit where i censor the word "gun" in his answers and he gets annoyed about it

Match 2...

Lukebot: LUKEBOT MY SON MY FAVOURITE FUNNY GUY NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 SOBS CRIES ok im normal now. Wow you guys ratio'd him so hard like damn ok. Um he's really new so idk if i have to explain him but I'll do it anyways real quick since thats literally never stopped me before. He's a robot built to pretend to be future luke and he's just a silly guy!!!!! Little baby man who is at least 5 days old

Match 3...

Toffee: one of the helpers from Camp GEMB! He's a silly guyyyy he's sillyyyy he's even a fairy yayyy

Match 4...

Zerozone: A weird cat robot thing from another dimension!! He's an infamously known bandit that eventually gets caught and separated into two entities, Zore and Rezo, in an attempt to stop him. Well it stopped him from stealing major things i guess but then they sneak onto earth and steal all the tennis balls for enrichment

#cookie lords art #ocs #sam oc blind date tourney 3 #av!clive #lukebot #camp gemb #zerozone

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jillianrose305 · 5 months

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More obey me scenarios from me maladaptive day dreaming ^3^

SAMS AND COSTCO EDITION

Lucifer:Rember we don't want to cause chaos in the human realm during our vist if you do you be punished at home

Mammon:yeah yeah Let's go already!

Lucifer:Mammon...

Mammon:I mean Yes sir!

*insert sadistic lucifer smile here*

Luke:*grabbing mc's sleeve* come on i want to go see if they have ingredient for that new dessert recipe

MC: oh my diavolo yes let's go

*both about to run off*

Simeon:luke you both have to grab a cart first

Luke:oh right

*after every pair grabs their cart*

Lucifer:Alright stick with your pairs im gonna say them one more time[just read the pairs below]

Group 1 latte duo: Satan and Asmodeus

Group 2 "Dialuci is what I've heard people call us! Oh no..." = Lucifer and Lord Diavolo

Group 3 : lukes dads = Simeon and Barbatos

Group 4 : Best Brothers = Beelzebub and Brlphagor

Group 5 : Act most like siblings = Leviathan and mammon

Group 6 =Mephistopheles and rapheal

Group 7 = Thirteen and Solomon

Group 8 : unsupervised = Mc and LUKE.<3

[Just little tidbits not full thing]

Asmo: Oh my look at all these facial kits~

Satan:*holding romance books and a new coffee maker* ...

Asmo:...

Satan: Romance movies and facials while drinking coffee.

Asmo:your the best brother Satan!~

[Next group]

Lucifer: Lord Diavolo are you sure this is neseaccary

[Diavolos goofy laugh]

Diavolo: Of course it is!

*the cart full of random items and diavolo is holding up matching pajamas for him, lucifer, Mc, and Batbatos*

[Next group]

Barbatos: I feel this would be best for a new recipe I've been wanting to try.

Simeon:oh?

Barbatos: i sall this tea jelly to put on pastries when reading a book the other day sometimes people glaze it with honey or some sort of cream.

Simeon: oo sounds delicious would you mind if I also tried to make it when we get back i feel the jelly itself would be good in bubble milk tea.

Barbatos: I wouldn't mind at all and that does sound delightful.

[Next group]

Beelzebub: hmm this looks delicious

Belphagor: mhm.. we should get more bedding and food for a sleepover with MC later.

Beelzebub: I agree. ... do you think MC wants chocolate or strawberry pudding..

Belphagor:hmm get both

Beelzebub:hm your right..

[Next group]

Levithan: woah! They have limited edition Tsl Plushies!

Mammon:..get 5 of each I want to sell 1 of each..

Leviathan:heh? What are you gonna do with the other three of each...hehe are you gonna gift them to MC and Beel?~

Mammon: Sh- shut up!

Leviathan:but I can't figure who the last set will go too...wait ARE YOU A TSL FAN!

Mammon: JUST PUT THEM IN THE CART

Leviathan:lol lower

Mammon:YOU LITTERALY LIKE IT MORE THEM ME

Leviathan: Shut up Mammon

[Next group]

Mephistopheles :This camera would be great for the Newspaper club!

Rapheal:[lost somewhere in the store]

[Next group]

Group 7: they weren't aloud inside and just went into a boba shop nearby

[Next group]

Luke:MC Look at this! Can I get it for Simeon?

MC: of course Luke . *ruffles his hair*

Luke: hey I'm not a kid!

MC:*giggles*

[Alright next is what everyone bought]

Asmodeus and Satan: Hello kitty coffee maker, k - cups, coffee beans, Creamer, sugar, hello kitty blankets, Fluffy body pillows, nail polish, Facial kit.

Diavolo and Lucifer: Cat keyboard, Random bakery items, Choclate fountain, 4 pairs of matching silk PJs, 4 matching slippers, Nail polish, Orbees spa feet thing, INSANE amount of stationary and note books, Wine , tea, and seafood.

Simeon and Barbatos: 15 Times of teas,milk,sugar, Mason jars, Costers , pens, 5 cook books, Aprons, Books, matching Sunglasses , and Diet coke.

Belphagor and Beelzebub: 2 Alaskan king beds , 10 throw blankets, 8 comforters, 30 pillows, 15 oversized Plushies, insane amount of snacks, matching PJ'S, Hulu subscription, Netflix subscription, Disney + Subscription, and 4 board games.

Leviathan and mammon: 5 full TSl plushie sets.

Mephistopheles and rapheal : New camera and a churro.

Solomon and Thirteen: Boba.

MC and Luke: Gift for Simeon and matching hoodies.

#obeymeswd #obey me #obey me scenarios

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shxtodxroki · 6 days

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Match-Up Exchange

This is part of an Obey Me match-up exchange done for @courtofmatchups for the exchange we arranged! Hi hi, thank you for agreeing to an exchange with me! I wrote this using second person for your OC that you sent the request in for, so when I say “you” I mean your OC! :D I hope you enjoy the match-up :>

I’d Match You With:

Simeon! :)

Reasoning:

Honestly, I found that you and Simeon had quite a few similarities both in personalities and in hobbies/interests, but you also both had enough differences that your relationship would be a perfect balance of having your own interests/hobbies but also plenty of things to do together :) I also just thought he’d be the perfect partner for you based on your description of yourself as well as what you do and don’t like in a person

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- First things first, I think he would find your hair really beautiful, and he loves helping you with it if/when you’ll allow him. He enjoys brushing through it and is so gentle to make sure he doesn’t cause you any pain, and he’s an expert at styling hair (because Simeon’s good at pretty much everything lol) so he loves to put it up for you if you’ll let him :>

- And he love love loves your aesthetic as well! He thinks the put-together, academia type style is so attractive in general and it looks especially good on you in his eyes, and blue and purple are both two of his favorite colors too <3 He’s constantly complimenting your style and wardrobe, he literally adores every outfit you put together

- He finds your tradition of baking a homemade cake on birthdays so endearing, the first time you baked one for him and he saw the silly message you had put on top he was literally close to tears hehe :] He’s very sentimental and he loves things like that, and I think he would take a photo of the cake on his phone (after a few minutes of figuring how to turn the flash off lol) before anyone’s allowed to dig into it. It’s become his favorite part of his birthday, getting to enjoy something you made for him and feeling loved by the person he cherishes most <3

- He would also adore your cooking. He has quite the sweet tooth between your baking and Luke’s, but he can’t deny that he absolutely loves a nice warm home-cooked meal as well, and he gets so excited whenever you cook your favorite South Asian foods :D He’s not picky so enjoys almost anything you make, and if you’re ever in the mood to try out a new recipe, he’s more than happy to be your guinea pig

- He knows how much you adore stargazing, and so sometimes on clear nights, especially when he knows you’re having a hard time or going through something difficult, he’ll meet up with you and bring you out to a nice, clear field in the Devildom and just hold you as the two of you stargaze together. He’s happy to stay there with you as late as you’d like, he would spend the whole night out there if you asked him to just to see you smile <3

- Simeon knows how incredibly smart you are, and he regularly praises you for that fact and is the first to recognize your achievements, but he also notices when you’re struggling with feelings of burn-out or imposter syndrome. He’s incredibly perceptive especially when it comes to you, and he’s always the first to notice when you just feel like you’re at the end of your rope

- And when that does happen, he'll pull you into his lap or wrap his arms around you from behind as you work, bringing you a cup of herbal tea or affogato and gently massaging your shoulders and back. He won’t force you to stop working, because he doesn’t want to undermine you, but if you even hint at wanting to take a break he’s quick to jump on it and convince you that you’re more than smart and good enough, and that you deserve a chance to rest and take care of yourself <3

- He also really isn’t a fan of unnecessary conflict. He can be sassy sometimes and is very particular about things that are important to him, but he never takes it too far, as he hates genuine arguments or hostility. And because of this, the two of you strive to communicate well and avoid those kinds of conflicts in your relationship, which makes your relationship so open and healthy <3 You two hardly ever fight and are usually quick to resolve disagreements just because argumentative environments quickly get overwhelming to both of you

- He can be a little bit cheesy at times, though, and he particularly loves getting you space-themed gifts for any major celebrations or holidays. Some of them are super cheesy and things you may not use often, but you can tell he thought of you the moment he saw space patterns and he looks so proud when he gives you all his gifts :> And sometimes he finds beautiful things to give to you, so it’s clear his heart is in the right place <3

- I think he’d also really enjoy reading with you <3 As a writer himself he loves a good piece of literature when he sees it, and you two will often either read the same book so you can converse about it when you get together, or one of you will read to the other while you cuddle or lay down together so that you can share your thoughts right in the moment :]

Second Choice:

I almost matched you with Barbatos, just because you two also have many similar interests, likes, and qualities. I think that a relationship between you two would also be really loving and you’d fit really well together, I just thought Simeon would be the better choice in the end since I figured he provides a good balance of similarities and differences to you.

Song For Your Relationship:

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift <3

#{✏️} - bee's writing #{💭} - bee answers #{💬} - requests #{🌻} - courtofmatchups #obey me matchup #obey me matchups

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b0ytr4sh · 5 months

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🌈❇️🎀 for the oc asks? :D

HAVI TYSM <3

🌈— what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

luke- gay, achillean and demiromantic <3 he/him (closeted she/her)

robbie- pan, demiboy and he/they :3 maybe star/stars too he isnt sure yet

❇️ - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

luke- hmm not sure i think probably the history book his older brother got him when he was younger

robbie- the matching necklace he shares with his twin sister

🎀 - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

i think they'd fit into like an 80's stranger things-esque kinda thing or maybe like a coffee shop au that would be cute

ive thought abt them in a fantasy world b4 w luke as an elf and robbie as a knight in training.. i might write it tbh

OH YEAH AND I THINK IM GONNA WRITE A MERMAN X SAILOR THING I THINK W LUKE AS THE SAILOR AND ROBBIE AS THE MERMAN HEHE

tbh i think they can both fit into any au!!!!!!!!

#there where like 2 emoji things and i picked the rainbow from the second one i rbed.. i think #BUT TY 4 THE ASK #reni's mailbox #ask #moots 🌸💕#havi 🌻#my ocs 🧸

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addoves · 2 years

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*shakes a cup full of coins* do you have any tales of abyss headcanons :) *shakes them faster* do you

HEHE tosses you a coin. yes i do 😌 i have so many & i am going to list them like im stuck in 2016

i like to think over the course of their silly adventure luke really ended up enjoying cooking. the problem is he's really bad at it. i think eventually guy at the very least would try to teach him instead of letting luke do whatever he wants, and hes probably a better student than natalia is. he's trying his best and thats what matters

tear likes to knit & i know this because i can imagine she'd make scarves and hats for tokunaga for when they go to ketterberg even if its actually because she thinks its really cute. anise lets her bc she and ion ALSO got a hat and scarf to match. everyone else slipped tear's mind at the time, which i think is a little funny 'cause half the party is from the south, and i think jade is immune to weather below 0°F.

what kind of rich-people-things are natalia and luke used to. like, can natalia sew? can she play an instrument or paint? i realized halfway through this i dont know what rich people do. anyway i can imagine they took music lessons together as they grew up and luke has a talent for it but he really doesnt like it. which is funny, 'cause i think asch would like it, and he'd probably like it a lot.

anise & jade & ion, 12am, sitting in complete silence around a small pile of gald and a threat for the loser to do the dishes. anise keeps losing, somehow. ion doesnt know how to play poker. jade just thinks anise's reaction is really, really funny. its easy to get reactions out of her ❤️ (and guy, who already did the dishes 4 hours ago, and keeps asking them to please go to sleep)

i dont think they'd get snow often in baticul, if at all, so do you think ketterberg was the first time luke and natalia had seen snow? like, Real snow, and not city slush or just a few flurries here and there. i imagine it is... i think they should be allowed to enjoy it a little.

#.text #ask #tales of the abyss #lovecoloredcapriccio #these are all happy ones because the sad ones are reserved for my notes... for maybe potential fics.#you know. like. can luke feel himself falling apart? does it hurt? does it affect him in battle?#asch voice. you dont have any love for music? pathetic.#i have more i Know i do but im scrambling to find them 💔💔 and most of them are about luke whoopsie <3 #like umm uhhh luke's birthday. does he care he shares it with asch? i dont think he would but i think asch would fucking HATE it #which is really funny to me. hes kicking luke under the table at their bday dinner.#okay ill stop talking now. i love them btw did youknwo

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you're back to asoiaf fandom and i'm thriving! may i ask you what three ships are hyped on too much for your taste and which ones aren't enough by the fans?? also... can't resist otto or tywin? larys or petyr? five characters you loved the most first time reading fire and blood novel?

i'm glad at least someone isn't annoyed at my got spam :3333 (it won't be long tho)

when it comes to shipping, my taste is pretty shitty, so i kinda feel awkward giving you names here but lol, we live and die like ned stark (in all our foolish honesty): the ruby prince and the wolf girl (stupid selfish stupid selfish), their son and his dad's sis (falling asleep)… who else are hyped? i've my issues with a certain dragon uncle and his niece in their tv!version but i won't say i don't GET why they're madly popular (i still love toxic lizard soulmates, after all).

not hyped at all and that's a sin: roslin x edmure!!! they are so tragically knotted, you know, like those lovers from the sad old songs, truly can't believe asoiaf fandom keep sleeping on them for years now (same with theon x jeyne); harwin x rhae also aren't hyped enough (look how SANE the strong boys are and tell me their parents weren't a perfect match); rickon x shireen – the headcanon hill i want to die on.

i refuse to accept the conception of 'the hand', i need it to evolve into 'the hands', so may i choose both? i simply deserve two terrible fathers at once (it sounds dirty but it isn't, or so i hope)

hehe, hoho. petyr?? i've loved him for years and since i can actually see through his game (in contrast to larys, who's one of the most enigmatic (rats) characters we know), it's easier to stay fond of petyr and his selfish bitterness than larys with his grand dragonslayer? azor ahai 2.0? scheme.

rhaenyra, daeron, sunfyre, that smart tyrell lady who wrote "being a mere woman, am not myself fit to lead a host to war" (legend!) and saved almost all the tyrells, aemond's sapphire eye poor baby luke [with a memorable mention of tyland and cregan, my true after dance heroes].

#anon #ask #may i add that i fell in love with otto after his iconic #you only lost one eye. how could you be so blind #line??? because yeah tell him grandpa

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Chapter - 16(Part-2)

(Ella's POV)

“Too bad, Cyclops,” Luke said. “Looks like my grizzly friends together are more than a match for your strength. Maybe I should let them-“

“Luke,” I cut in. “Listen. Your father sent us.”

His face turned the color of pepperoni. “Don’t-even- mention him.”

“He told us to take this boat. I thought it was just for a ride, but he sent us here to find you. He told me he won’t give up on you, no matter how angry you are.” Percy added.

“Angry?” Luke roared. “Give up on me? He abandoned me, Percy! I want Olympus destroyed! Every throne crushed to rubble! You tell Hermes it’s going to happen. Each time a half-blood joins us, the Olympians grow weaker & we grow stronger. He grows stronger.” Luke pointed to the gold sarcophagus. The box creeped me out, but I was determined not to show it.

“So?” Percy demanded. “What’s so special...”

Then it hit me, what might be inside the sarcophagus. The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. “Whoa, you don’t mean-“ Percy started.

“He is re-forming,” Luke said. “Little by little, we’re calling his life force out of the pit. With every recruit who pledges our cause, another small piece appears-“

“That’s disgusting!” Annie said.

Luke sneered at her. “Your mother was born from Zeus’s split skull, Annabeth. I wouldn’t talk. Soon there will be enough of the titan lord so that we can make him whole again. We will piece together a new body for him, a work worthy of the forges of Hephaestus.”

“You’re insane,” Annie snarled.

“Join us & you’ll be rewarded. We have powerful friends, sponsors rich enough to buy this cruise ship & much more. Percy, your mother will never have to work again. You can buy her a mansion. You can have power, fame-whatever you want. Annabeth, you can realize your dream of being an architect. You can build a monument to last a thousand years. A temple to the lords of the next age! And Nora, you can join me...& help me by being by my side..”

“Go to Tartarus,” I said.

Luke sighed. “A shame.”

He picked up something that looked like a TV remote & pressed a red button. Within seconds the door of the stateroom opened & two uniformed crew members came in, armed with nightsticks. They had the same glassy-eyed look as the other mortals I’d seen, but I had a feeling this wouldn’t make them any less dangerous in a fight.

“Ah, good, security,” Luke said, “I’m afraid we have some stowaways.”

“Yes, sir,” they said dreamily.

Luke turned to Oreius. “It’s time to feed the Aethiopian drakon. Take these fools below & show them how it’s done.”

Oreius grinned stupidly. “Hehe! Hehe!”

“Let me go, too,” Agrius grumbled. “My brother is worthless. That Cyclops-“

“Is no threat,” Luke said. He glanced back at the golden casket, as if something were troubling him. “Agrius, stay here. We have important matters to discuss.”

“But-“

“Oreius, don’t fail me. Stay in the hold to make sure the drakon is properly fed.”

Oreius prodded us with his javelin & herded us out of the stateroom, followed by the two human security guards.

We exited the corridor amidships & walked across an open deck lined with lifeboats. I knew the ship well enough to realize this would be our last look at sunlight. Once we got to the other side, we’d take the elevator down into the hold, & that would be it.

Percy looked at Tyson & said, “Now.”

Thank the gods, he understood. He turned & smacked Oreius thirty feet backward into the swimming pool, right into the middle of the zombie tourist family.

“Ah!” the kids yelled in unison. “We are not having a blast in the pool!”

One of the security guards drew his nightstick, but I knocked the wind out of him with a kick. The other guard ran for the nearest alarm box.

“Stop him!” Annie yelled, but it was too late.

Just before Percy banged him on head with a deck chair, he hit the alarm. Red lights flashed. Sirens wailed.

“Lifeboat!” He yelled.

We ran for the nearest one. By the time we got the cover off, monsters & more security men swarmed the deck, pushing aside tourists & waiters with trays of tropical drinks.

A guy in Greek armor drew his sword & charged, but slipped in a puddle of piña colada. Laistrygonian archers assembled on the deck above us, notching arrows in their enormous bows.

“How do you launch this thing?” Annie screamed.

A hellhound leaped at me, but Tyson slammed it aside with a fire extinguisher.

“Get in!” Percy yelled. He uncapped Riptide & slashed the first volley of arrows out of the air. Any second we would be overwhelmed.

The lifeboat was hanging over the side of the ship, high above the water.

Annabeth, Tyson & I were having no luck with the release pulley. Percy jumped in beside us.

“Hold on!” he yelled, & then cut the ropes.

A shower of arrows whistled over our heads as we free-fell toward the ocean....

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Take care my lovely readers.❤️

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

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