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#i don’t not care if he is a lil evil. he’s a little guy he can have it

deadghosy · 2 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing great!

So I saw the headcannons of reader as Catnap and Dogday and I fell in love with the way you write! So I was wondering if you could do a headcannon about the reader being bendy from bendy and the ink machine?

Like the reader can draw and bring ink creatures to help around the hotel, maybe draw some decorations for the hotel? Sometimes going full on ink demon form to protect it or just pick up their friends on their back to make them feel taller

And the reader was actually an animator at joey drew studios and died, I think that would be pretty cool!

P.s I would love if the reader was wearing the same suit bendy wore in bendy and the dark revival

HAZBIN HOTEL X BENDY!READER

Prompt: a cute “little” demon becomes a resident who helps with the designs around the hotel!

Starting off. You definitely appeared as baby bendy 😘 with ya cute ass red bow or white bow. What ever you want the bow color as you showed up to the door trying to seem professional as Charlie gushes at your cuteness and lets you in.

The picture of baby bendy in the car, yeah you have that as you literally fuckin' zoom in the hallways drinking apple juice like a bad ass kid….bendy!Reader and chibi!Reader both doing races to make sinners poor😭 lil evil asses….

I imagine Angel dust and Alastor ganging up on you as a team to insult you by your height until you grow up to ink demon from with a roar.

“HOLY SHIT-” “Oh my.” They both said as you they were blew off by the power of your roar. So you felt happy seeing them shocked to see that part of you as Charlie didn’t see it and had commented how adorable you are with your suit.

Shit you are a devil in an angel’s suit‼️

You still wore the suit you had in when you met Audrey…man you miss her. But you are getting taken care of by Charlie and her friends here. Plus her father.

You help design the banners around the place! And even your small ink minions help as well.

I can imagine bendy! Reader being like “fuck it.” Because they can’t reach for the cereal and turn into normal height looking bendy and just starts to act as if it’s normal. While in the background, the crew has pure confusion on their face. Like, “what the fuck? You can be taller?”

“Yeah! Pretty neat right?” “..Im out of here…” husk says walking away as niffty goes up to you excited to talk to you about your height.

You ran over alastor’s foot once….you never speeded over 120 mph in your whole life seeing Alastor chase after you.

I imagine you going to normal height as you are just chilling with your small or long tail swinging and husk gets curious as he picks it up with his paw. “So…this ya tail right here?” You nodded reading the new paper. “So you’re a sinner demon?” “I ain’t nothin'” you said with a smirk as you disappeared in ink.

No one knows what exactly what you are. You don’t have the basic looks to look like a sinner or a hell born. So it’s kinda confusing to other.

You’re obviously a human who died to the ink as you use to animate bendy…so you’re bendy?? Does that make since because whatever you died by is your demon form….hopefully that made sense..

You once went full ink demon mode because a sinner tried to attack at you and husk while just running errands for the hotel. You transformed getting taller with the ink covering your face as you growl and slashes at them with a giant gloved hand covered in ink. And after that husk respected you more.

“Bendy/reader, can you help me make a cute star design?” Vaggie asked as Charlie was trying to make a star gazing banner. You nodded with your cartoony smile and pulls out a marker and started to draw on the air. The star in the air becomes to life as vaggie’s eyes widen.

“Uhm…oh wow. Thanks?” Vaggie says as she walks away with question marks visible while you just smile.

Y’know those dubbed comics where bendy has an accent? I feel like that’s cannon because you and Angel would be babbling about which part of city you guys were from.

I can see sir Pentious and you doing crafts as you made him an ink cartoon flower as he made you a bracelet bead with your name on it.

Lucifer will definitely play violin as you tap dance. Just a wholesome ass moment fr 💗🦆

You one time had fat nuggets in your doom buggy as you guys had shades just chilling around the hotel like bad asses✨

You miss your original family when you were alive and working. But everytime you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sweet comfort of your new family in the hazbin hotel.

You one time made an ink sculpture of your family and you tried to hold your smile but it faltered as you cry at how you missed your family as the ink sculpture melted due to your emotions.

Alastor appeared in your room seeing you sad little state as he comforted you. He had taken a liking to you ever since you joined the crew.

I can see you being childish because of your shortness so you use it to your advantage. YOU AND ALASTOR MAKE YOUR INK DEMONS FIGHT LIKE POKÉMON 😭😭

lol imagine bendy!reader making a whole like of fake ass tarrot cards to fuck with people as you have that smirk on your face.

“You’re gonna get run over toots…watch your back..” “what. The. Fuck-”

They got ran over by a mysterious person and a car….who knew who it was…it was you, you little bastard.

When the hotel has a talent and show day or night, you remembered how you animated bendy to do ballet and tap dancing. So with your information, that’s what you did. Yeah some sinners laughed..but some aplaude as they found it cute and so did your friends

You making ink blob bracelets for your friends as you can make them solid is a goal for real.

Headcannon on how you would try to make ink sculptures, but failing as you huff in anger and smash it with a full ink demon hand as the rest of your body is fine.

Headcannon of you just accidentally leaving ink footprints as you took off your shoes once 😭 niffty doesn’t complain as she likes to clean tho

I can see Lucifer picking your small body up happy for you to be so small as he has started in his eyes. And you are like annoyed at how the cast picks you up like a baby.

LMAO THAT WALMART MEME STOPPP😭😭 LUCIFER PUTS YOU UP TO THE DAMN WALMART CAMERA HAVING ALASTOR ALSO PICK LUCI UP 😭😭

I imagine you and Alastor having either a “bad ass son x calm father” troupe or a “non-biological sibling” troupe as you two get quite along

Your little ass doom buggy is such a weapon when needing to take a troubled guest in the hotel….YOU RAN THEM OVER?! 😨 ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A SMALL ASS INK DEMON HAVING A GUEST SCREAMING AS THEY GET RUNNED OVER TO THE DOOR-

So when the angels came for the battle, you were sure damn ready as you suffocated them in ink and control them into killing their own.

After seeing your full demon form, you definitely had been seen in a different light. They don’t see you as the cute baby bendy they seen you before.

Nah nah. They see you as a grown ass person as you are not in the baby bendy phase but more like the fanart type shit looks. With your charm, you definitely bring in some customers.

HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS AS THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH 🦆💗 MWAH

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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months

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hope ur having a good day! i wanna ask for some Eobard Thawne x Male Reader where reader is just a normal dude. Like just some guy, i think itd be a funny concept :]

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I love Thawne sm, he’s my bbygirl. He’s a lil crazy, but that’s okay.

Now Thawne is literally just the biggest hater in all of existence, like God damn. He runs on hate and spite, and I appreciate that, because its relatable.

Youd most likely have met after he’s been in a fight with some hero or similar. Maybe he crashes into your yard or into your apartment. You don’t know much about heroes, you know the main ones sure, but you don’t keep track of all of them.

So, when you see someone who looks like a yellow flash in your yard bleeding out, you just kinda shrug and drag him inside, patching him up to the best of your ability. You get the head part of his suit off him and your pleasantly surprised at how red his hair is, you’ve always liked redheads.

You know nothing about speedsters’ preferences for food, and your used to cooking for just one person and have meal prepped for that. But you pull out some snacks you got laying around and a bottle of water, and put it on table beside Thawne, where you flopped him onto your couch.

When Thawne wakes, he’s immediately ready to fight, until he notices he’s just laying on someone’s couch, in a random living room who knows where. He’s honestly confused, because he’s a well-known villain and was in the middle of a fight.

He almost jumps up to throw hands when you walk into the room, eating whatever dinner you had prepped the day before. Imagine his surprise when you just go “hey, your awake. I found you in my yard, you good?”

Insert very confused Thawne, he tries to pull the whole, evil villain thing, but you are so chill and unamused that he just ends up giving up. One way or another you two just end up sitting on the couch and watching the newest episode of your current show.

It becomes a thing honestly. In the beginning he shows up after fights for you to patch up, even though you know very little first aid, but whatever. You put up with it, because if that’s the payment you have to pay for a hot redhead to sit shirtless on your couch, so be it.

Thawne won’t admit it for a long time, but he starts to enjoy your company quite a lot. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t care less about him being a villain or what he does that has heroes after him. Or maybe it’s the fact that you don’t put up with his shit either.

The first time you scolded him and called him an idiot, his heart stuttered, and he won’t ever admit but his face got almost as red as his hair.

You tell him with a flat expression that he’s eating you out of house and home, because of speedster metabolism, so Thawne starts bringing groceries and helping around the house.

At some point you two realize he’s just kinda moved in, like a big street cat you’ve been feeding on your porch, that walked inside and just never left again.

You two never outright say you are dating, it just hits Thawne one day that you guys are cuddling on the couch and watching movies, and that you guys give each other kisses before you go to work, or Thawne runs off to be a villain like normal.

Its honestly quite domestic. I could imagine Thawne taking care of housework since you are the “breadwinner”, since you are the only one with a legal job. Sure, Thawne steals to get money, but he also starts stealing stuff you guys can use around the house.

Imagine Barry and the other speedster’s confusion when Thawne steals a brand-new dishwasher, or a whole porch set, chairs, tables, and all.

You never stop Thawne, since being a villain is kinda his whole thing, you just tell him not to do it with you around, so you have plausible deniability. You do appreciate the gifts he brings you too, but you never mention how most of the shirts he brings you are a little tight, you know he likes looking at you.

Thawne goes a lil crazy when you come home after work wearing your slacks, your button up and your tie. He always wants to be the one to undo your tie so he can pull you into a kiss.

He gets you expensive accessories you can wear to work, think watches that cost more than what you make in six months, tie clips, rings, etc. Everyone at your job honestly think you have some super rich sugar daddy.

You are both quite happy with your relationship, and theres nothing better than coming home to Thawne in an apron, cooking up in the kitchen. He always purrs when you come in through the door and swaggers over, drapes his arms over you, and asks about your day.

After some time, you two get engaged, it just kinda happened. You guys already act like a married couple, but one of you would have proposed. If it was you, you’d pull out a ring on a date or just during one of the evenings you are cuddling on the couch. You would use your family’s heirloom ring.

If its Thawne, he would go out of his way to make a huge deal out of it. hed rob the highest security jewelers in the world, or force the best jewelry maker to make a custom ring.

When the heroes show up its most likely Barry, maybe some of the others since Thawne has been MIA for a long time. They assumed he was planning something big, but he’s been busy playing househusband for you this entire time.

When they learn he’s trying to get a wedding ring they all thing “wait he’s got a lover???”. Thawne is gone before they can catch him though.

The heroes assume the worst, and assume his partner is as much of a villain as he is. Then Barry gets a wedding invite, written by you, since Barry’s been Thawnes nemesis for who knows how long.

Barry has always been a good guy, and since the invite specificlally says not to start anything at the wedding, he goes. Barry goes with the plan to scope out Thawne and his partner, but also to support him cuz its Barry.

Then he sees that Thawne is marrying you, the most normal guy he’s ever seen. When he talks to you, he realizes that you truly love Thawne, and though Thawne doesn’t say it with words, it’s clear the way he looks at you that he’s completely smitten.

The wedding goes great, and Barry is a big supporter, especially when he realizes Thawnes villainy has gone down a lot because he’s so happy with you, that he doesn’t wanna put you are risk.

It ends up becoming a peace thing, Thawne doesn’t do anything huge and Barry wont lock him away for life or have him thrown in the phantom zone. Thawne wont target Barry’s family and alike, and Thawne gets to stay with you.

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plantboiart · 2 months

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Hello. List of what animals I believe each just roll with it pc I know would be. I am objectively correct but if you disagree please tell me anyways I crave other people’s opinions to steal.

Riptide

Jay: a bird, obviously. Saying she’s a jaybird is easy and low hanging fruit and extremely valid. Personally I think she’s maybe a corvid since very smart but also absolute fucking menace. Honestly? Could be a seagull. Loud and lives near water and also smart but also? Absolutely insane. Yeah sure I could say she’s something cool like an eagle or whatever but I think in our hearts we all know she’s a seagull.

Gillion: of course he is a sea creature! But what kind? Fish. More specifically? Swordfish. Of course. What else could he be (he could be a shark but shhhh im saving that one for later)

Chip: the bastard man himself! Which animals are the biggest bastards? Raccoons. Yes I am basic. He’s either a raccoon or a little dog. I am specifically thinking my mom’s 11 year old small dog who yells at men and tries to pick a fight with every single dog that is larger than her. That’s some Chip energy right there.

Goobleck: bro who knows like what the hell is that thing i do not. Hes whatever he ate most recently. Bros fursona is just straight up slime. He is an enigma.

Prime defenders (+Ashe I don’t care that technically he was just a guest he deserves to be here)

William: ravens, black cats, bats, butterflies, snakes, crows. All associated with death which makes sense for our little ghost guy! But of course we can’t forget wolves! He has two wolves inside of him after all. But also? He is not cool enough to be a wolf. That man is a black cat with a dream and sharp sharp claws.

Vyncent: I think it would be funny to call him a rat. Since he eats them. And also he just kinda is a rat. But no, I believe he is a deer. Don’t really know why, just….. vibes.

Dakota: my beloved son. He’s a yappy little dog. Bouncing all over the place and screaming at evil-doers. I believe in him.

Ashe: strong cat energy. Is william already a cat? Yes. But so is ashe. He’s like a fully gray cat with short hair :)

Apotheosis

Rumi/Elena: fox! Because Sunny :) also because I can’t really think of an animal that would be a good representation for an identity crisis

Peter: “lizard” no. Peter Sqloint is a mouse. Just a lil guy. I’m right fuck you he. Is. A. Mouse.

Thanatos: spider! Kinda scary and lots of people dont like but in reality just an awesome dude. Shoutout to my friend’s pet spider Mörkö I love them

Blood in the bayou

Rolan: shark!!!! Im right and i need to say it. That man is a fucking shark. I love sharks. Sharks are generally misunderstood as violent and evil but they are just lil guys. Fits Rolan being an evil alien monster but just also a lawyer. (Also i just really like sharks)

Rand: y’all ever cry about pigeons? How we domesticated them and then abandoned them when we didnt need them anymore? How they dont even know how to make proper nests because they didnt need to for so long? Yeah. Im normal about this campaign.

Kian: he’s so hard to figure out because like…….. honestly? In canon? Weve got no fucking clue what his personality is actually like. We dont get a single moment with all the masks off and just the person underneath. The closest we get is him admitting that hes not really a rockstar and even that is so short and just. Auehgeh. This is why im obsessed with him btw i love a mystery i know will never be solved. Also so much room for headcanons. Is he a cat? A butterfly? A dog? A snake? A songbird? A dove? Something else? I dont know!! Lets go with a moth

The suckening

They are all cats. I mean c’mon. Emizel is a feral street cat that hisses at everyone who gets too close. Shilo is an indoor cat with an anxiety disorder. Arthur is their mother. Im correct.

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batterygarden · 1 year

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More Aki bf headcannons

prev aki hcs & m.list

cw: gn!reader sfw but no minors on my page pls

If you’re ever overwhelmed.. Aki is your list maker. He always does it without you noticing—he’ll be like “okay can you repeat all the things you have to get done today one more time…” then he’s ripping a page off his cutesy little fridge notepad when you’re finished talking and it has all of your goals written in a bulleted list. He’ll go through it with you one more time to see which things he can help with.

Your appointment maker too. And he’ll go to the doctor with you if you’re nervous, holding your hand when you’re talking to people (No matter the appointment or procedure you will force this man to stay in the room; there is no boundaries there)

He’ll be sitting there clarifying your symptoms for you when the doctor misinterprets things.

He loves looking at you. This should go without saying—he thinks you’re beautiful and he loves you, but he watches you like it’s his job.

He doesn’t need entertainment, he doesn’t need something to keep him busy while you’re doing other things—it’s enough for him to just observe you, studying your every movement with a look of content concentration on his face.

He’s just so interested in how you do things—mostly mundane, everyday tasks. He’s conscious of the fact that he can’t view you objectively anymore when the grip of a pencil between your fingers seems endearing and the way you wiggle your arms into shirt sleeves in the morning captivates him more than any movie could. Your careful movements while cooking, the faces you make when you brush your teeth, the way you pick fuzz off clothes—Aki is the one to study it all.

He’s certain he could fill a library with all the little details he’s noticed, and if one already existed he knows he’d spend every waking minute inside, studying more.

Aki is the man to claim to not want any pets till you come home with one someday. He’d be sooo grumpy towards you that evening, holding the little furry baby in his arms and staring at it like a mother stares at her newborn child before pausing to glare at you like “I did not okay this >:(“

Of course he becomes an instant helicopter dad, taking a billion pictures of the animal, documenting its growth, buying it endless toys and treats.

He ends up spoiling this lil guy way more than you too.

“He can have a little whipped cream you fucking dictator!”

He sneezes so loudly probably and you always side eye him and he’s like “sorry for sneezing??? Do you want an apology??”

He’s a lawfully evil notes app user. Fucking breaking it out when no one’s looking and writing about a questionable thing someone did to talk to you about it later. He takes general notes on people too, writing their birthdays so he doesn’t forget and casually jotting down gift ideas when someone mentions their interests. He’s well within his rights to do all this but to you it feels unfair—like he’s always bringing extra study materials to tests you have to go in blind for.

“No one’s stopping you from taking notes too. It’s honestly really helpful.” “I’m not gonna stoop to analyzing strangers on my phone, weirdo!”

Is annoyed at the fact you don’t know how to pirate things. “A torte?” “A torrent!” He looks at you like you just asked a kindergarten level math question. “You need to know this, it’s important. So once you’ve found a magnet link..”

he treats you like a fucking baby if you’re ever under the influence and he’s not.

He’ll buckle you in while driving—holding no trust for your drunk brain.

“Aki noo I can buckle myself!” He glares at you for a second then continues to do it for you but more slowly.

When you remember that your sober self left a pomegranate in the fridge, you have immediate intentions to cut into that thing but the knife is out of your hand before you can even blink.

Aki shakes his head while he slices it for you on a cutting board, muttering under his breath about saving money on hospital bills.

Social gatherings with Aki are great, but your favorite part is always getting back home so you can deconstruct the evening. Aki is a grade A gossip I swear, he will bring up all the points you were thinking and more. He LIVES for your cozy nights in pajamas, discussing your friends’ relationship drama and your coworker’s affair.

He is such a considerate person to live with. He often wakes up before you for work but he’s always tip-toeing around in the mornings not to wake you, shutting cabinets so quietly and taking out pans all slow and careful. He’ll usually leave some of whatever breakfast he made in a Tupperware for you when you finally do awaken, making note of it on his handy fridge sticky notes, always with an added “have a good day, pretty” and a messy lil heart.

This man has mild anxiety I say!! Especially with sleeping, he can’t do it the same if he isn’t touching you—he needs to know you’re safe and okay next to him.

He also appreciates your frequent texts about nothing in particular for this reason, it keeps him reassured that everything’s okay.

Speaking of texting, Aki acts like the little memes and videos you send are dumb and his sense of humor is above them, but he secretly finds you SO hilarious.

Like he chuckles when he’s by himself just thinking of some of the stupid things you’ve sent him.

One time he saved a reaction pic you sent, never telling you how funny he found it, and sent it to Denji when it worked perfectly in their text conversation like 3 months later. Only the meme was so old by that point that it made him look out of touch :/

You remind him of it every time you show him a tweet or something and he doesn’t laugh or react, saying he’ll probably save it and send it to people later in secret.

If there’s errors no there isn’t <3

I was also given a request for these geared towards shy reader,, hopefully I post that tmrw

#aki hayakawa x reader #chainsaw man #csm x reader #Aki fics #Aki x you #Aki headcannons #Aki fluff #aki x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #aki hayakawa headcanon #aki x you #aki hayakawa x you

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pearlescentpearl · 1 year

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I ended up getting three asks about the Morgoth’s Evil Cats thing so instead of answering the same question three times I shall simply make one big post

@theghostinthemargins @ymfingsteadilyon

Okay, so we’re all aware of Tevildo right? Evil cat Maia? How aware are we of Miaulë (female, Tevildo’s cook), Umuiyan (male, doorkeeper for Tevildo), and Oikeroi (male, warrior under Tevildo)?

If you weren’t, now you are

Anyway. Imagine, if you will, being a quartet of cats who somehow survived the Valar sieging Melkor’s fortresses, and the guy standing in charge in the rubble is some self-important dog person who free roams his fucking werewolves all over the place. You can no longer thrive in this household, you are packing your little rucksacks and leaving.

Leaving where? Well... you guess you’ll go sneak into Valinor and check on the Big Boss, you were pretty happy under his employ once upon a time. But the only sneaky way in is, uh... the Helcaraxë. Now, the Big Boss may make crossing it look easy enough but he invented cold! Most Ainu don’t actually care for it no matter how well they endure it.

So now you’re in Araman and you have to wear the guise of normal ass cats or risk being discovered and captured as spies. Which would be personally very inconvenient. So now you’re a very bedraggled quartet of Maia cats by the time you get to the only opening in the Pelóri; the Calacirya where Tirion-upon-Túna lies.

And this is what Maitimo finds while out hiking, and either natural elven compassion for living creatures, or perhaps just plain conditioned reflex from wee brothers (mostly Tyelko) bringing home pathetic injured animals for nursing, has him going, awww poor lil guys, you want some help? And Tevildo and co. normally would gut him on principle buuuut... Maitimo has food. And gentle hands. Is practically a space heater with his inner fire. Plus, he’s carrying them up to Tirion, so fine, whatever, they agree he’s their new servant now. They can just recover in his home real quick and then carry on with their quest.

Naturally, they feel no inclination to leave where they’re being pampered with fresh fish, and chin scritches, and brushies, and all the praise they deserve, and also Laurelin beams are amazing to sleep in? What the hell, there were no Laurelin beams under Big Boss!

As it turns out, evil cat behavior is nigh indistinguishable from normal needy, high strung, asshole cat behavior.

Picture, if you will, the look on Melkor’s face the first time he enters Finwë’s palace, and there is Maitimo pinned to a couch in a Laurelin beam by Melkor’s evil cats, what the hell.

Tevildo and co. are not going back to work under a guy who doesn’t give fish, or chin scritches, or warm beams of light to sleep in, no sir. Shove it up your ass, Big Not-Boss.

Melkor: Oh, that’s just rich. When I demand special treatment, it’s unfair. When I enslave elves, it’s evil. When I make people bleed to express my displeasure, it’s cruel. But when you four do it--

Tevildo and co.: *yawn* Should have been a cat 🙄

Naturally, when Melkor’s scheming starts interfering in their Maitimo time, something has to be done about Melkor once and for all

#silmarillion #spoiled evil cats wrecking the plot

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headfullofpresley · 2 years

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Little Sister

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,5K

Warning(s): 1962!Elvis (yes that IS a warning), Elvis is not famous in thissss, mentions of cheating/cheating, reader and E are NOT!!! related (pls don’t let the title fool ya), slight age gap (6 years), slight angst(?), smut smut smut, cursing, smoking, alcohol consumption. I think that’s all, but let me know if I missed something!

Author’s note: love me some club singer!Elvis. Was listening to Little Sister today and this idea popped into my filthy brain. Also - I don’t know how it works in other places in the world lol but where I’m from we call unmarried siblings’ partners brother/sister in law as well as brother/sister, just a lil heads up.

Enjoy luvs ;)

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‘‘Little sister, don't you kiss me once or twice and say it's very nice and then you run. Little sister, don't you do what your big sister does.

Ev'ry time I see your sister; well, she's got somebody new. She's mean, and she's evil like that old Boll Weevil; guess I'll try my luck with you.’’

Your heart was racing as you were dragging your suitcase along through the airport of Honolulu. Finally your parents had allowed you to visit your older sister who lived and worked in Hawaii during your four weeks of summer holidays and you were beyond excited. Excited to leave the stress of deadlines and annoying frat boys behind and settle in a new environment for a few weeks. The fact that you would be seeing Elvis Presley, your brother in law, again certainly had nothing to do with the excitement you felt tingling in your stomach. At least, that’s what you told yourself and the longer you’d deny your feelings toward him, the more you’d start to believe your own lies. That was until you were face to face with him again─it was much easier to hide your feelings toward him from a different state.

The fact that you and him kissed a year ago didn’t really help your nerves to see him again either. It happened while you were both drunk and neither of you had spoken a word about it, but it did happen and after the hangover from hell you fought off that next morning, it was all you could think about. Luckily for you, your sister and her boyfriend moved to Hawaii not even a week later and maybe if they wouldn’t have, you would’ve never kissed him. It’s not like you thought you’d never see him again, but you just figured that your sister was too busy with her new job as a tour guide and wouldn’t invite you and your parents over until Christmas time. Seemed like Tracy missed you more than you expected, as she had basically begged you to come live with her for those few weeks of your summer break─she even managed to convince your parents to come alone. Despite you being 20, they were still overprotective over you. Your sister was only three years older, but she had always been a bit more of a rebel, not caring that your parents weren’t too happy with her moving all the way to Hawaii with a man she had only been dating for a few weeks at that time. Apparently things between Elvis and her were still well, seeing they had passed their one year anniversary a few weeks ago.

‘‘Welcome to Hawaii, little one,’’ Elvis greeted you with a wide smile on his face as you stepped out of the airport, trying to ignore the heat surrounding you as if you just stepped into a sauna. Your heart did about ten somersaults against your ribcage and you were pretty sure your cheeks were flushed. If Elvis noticed your state of slight shock, he didn’t comment on it and placed a colorful lei around your neck before he took your suitcase from you. ‘‘Where’s Tracy? I thought she was picking me up,’’ you questioned curiously as you watched him open the trunk of his car to put your luggage in it. Your sister failed to tell you that her boyfriend was picking you up and to any normal person, that would’ve been fine, but you just had to fall for a guy that was already taken. By your own sister, for crying out loud. You had no idea how long the drive from the airport to your sisters’ apartment would be, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t survive even five minutes alone in a car with him.

He closed the trunk and leaned his hands on it, feigning a shocked facial expression. ‘‘I thought you liked spending time with your brother,’’ he grinned, making sure you knew he was playing with you but it still made heat crawl up your neck and face. You hated when he called himself your brother─you loved him so much more than that. If only he knew…

‘‘She had to run some errands to get everything ready for you,’’ he then said, smiling at you as he opened the door of the passengers’ seat, looking at you. You inhaled some air, though it did nothing to loosen up the tightness you felt in your chest. If the heat of the island wasn’t going to take you out, those stupid blue eyes of his were definitely were. ‘‘Alright,’’ you mumbled softly, flashing him a quick smile as you got in the car, making sure not to let the smell of his cologne make your mind go places it definitely shouldn’t be going.

‘‘How is your work going? Do you like Hawaii?’’ You asked as he drove away from the airport and onto the high way. You were nervous, but you were trying your best not to let it show and make him suspicious. You didn’t want him to think you accepted Tracy’s offer to come just for him, because even though that was one of the (main) reasons, you’d rather throw yourself out of the car than to have him know that. He looked at you for a second with a smile on his face before he turned back to the road, his arm casually leaning on the open window frame, fingertips tapping on the wheel. ‘‘Hawaii is amazing, can’t even imagine myself going back anymore,’’ he laughed softly, which made you smile softly as you looked at the view ahead of you. You could understand why he didn’t wanted to go back. You had only seen the airport and some of the scenery from the high way, but it already felt like a place that was soothing for the soul. Beautiful weather, beautiful people and gorgeous nature all around─you couldn’t wait to see more of it. ‘‘I’m sure you will love it just as much as we do,’’ he told you and while you just smiled and nodded, on the inside you were screaming. We. Elvis and Tracy─God, you could just bust your head through the window right there and then when the word rolled off of his tongue so casually. So naturally. You wanted to be part of that ‘we’, of that ‘us’. Y/N and Elvis. Elvis and Y/N. You wanted it so bad.

‘‘And work… is work,’’ he then said, snapping you out of your thoughts, which honestly you were grateful for. You had to get rid off those feelings you carried toward him, but he was making it so damn hard. Why did he have to look so good with that sunkissed skin, blue eyes and dark hair? Before you were going to start to curse God for creating Elvis Presley, you spoke up.

‘‘You’re a singer in one of Honolulu’s most famous clubs, there’s gotta be more to it!’’ You laughed softly, slapping his arm playfully. As he looked at you with a grin on his face and a hint of playfulness in his eyes, you immediately regretted what you had done. He grabbed onto your knee and squeezed it, all in good humor, but you felt as if electricity was shooting down your spine. ‘‘Someone did her homework,’’ he laughed, lingering his fingertips on your knee for longer than necessary. Bare knee, might you add, seeing you were wearing shorts. Oh, please Y/N.. control yourself.

‘‘I was playin’. It’s fun, it’s real fun and it pays well. I’m definitely taking you there one of these days,’’ he said as he pulled his hand back nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just made almost made you moan at the skin contact. You looked at his side profile, the thought of him taking you out to a club out of all places, got you making up all kinds of scenario’s in your mind. You cleared your throat a little, tugging some hair behind your ear as casually as you could. ‘‘Y-Yeah, that sounds fun. If Tracy hasn’t planned out all of my days here,’’ you said, half joking, half serious. With her being a tour guide, you were sure she had made an entire itinerary for you. You hoped not─wanting to just go with the flow with and without her, enjoying yourself rather than feeling like you had to follow a schedule. ‘‘She usually doesn’t come to the club because she has early shifts,’’ he told you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you before he looked back at the road and you chuckled softly, turning back to the gorgeous view to keep your thoughts about the gorgeous man next to you from going to very unholy places. ‘‘It’d be nice to have a familiar face cheering me on,’’ he said, shrugging his shoulders a little as he once again squeezed your knee. He kept his hand there longer than before, making your skin feel like it was set on fire underneath his palm. Once again, you just nodded and smiled.

When you finally stepped inside your sister and Elvis’, unfortunately, shared apartment you felt like you could breathe like a sane person again. Tracy ran out of the kitchen and into the living area Elvis took you in, engulfing you into a tight and warm embrace before you could even get out one word. ‘‘My baby! I can’t believe you’re here!’’ she exclaimed in excitement and you laughed, hugging her back just as tight.

‘‘You’re only three years older, shut up,’’ you rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled back from the embrace and she grabbed your face, squishing your face softly.

‘‘Ssssh, you’re still my little baby,’’ she shushed you, laughing when you swatted her hands away as she took you to the kitchen, handing you a drink. When she showed you the stocked up fridge and guest bedroom she cleaned spotless especially for you, you couldn’t help but feel guilt settle in your stomach. You mind wandered back to a year ago when you and Elvis kissed at that stupid party, not even ten minutes after Tracy left it, and part of you just wanted to blurt it out and come clean. You had always been close to your sister and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you would become between her and her boyfriend.

A week in Hawaii went by and Tracy nor Elvis still hadn’t spend any time with you. You had dinner with both of them the day you arrived, but after that you were pretty much on your own─you didn’t mind that much, seeing you loved exploring on your own just as much. But whenever Tracy and Elvis were home at the same time, you felt some kind of weird tension between them. You weren’t an absolute idiot and could see when your sister was hiding something from you. As Sunday evening rolled around, your peaceful sunny vacation was interrupted by a hurricane. And it went by the name of Elvis.

‘‘Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Trace! I literally saw you yesterday,’’ you heard Elvis yell from the living room and you froze in your spot, watching the sunset on the windowsill seat in the guest bedroom. ‘‘You always say you’re working, working, working,’’ he yelled again and you quickly tiptoed to the record player that was playing softly in the corner of the room, interrupting Aretha Franklin mid song. You walked over to the door and pressed your ear against it, holding your breath as you shamelessly eavesdropped on your sister and her boyfriend fighting.

‘‘I didn’t know sticking your tongue down the throat of some wolf of wall street jerk was on the list of a tour guide’s job descriptions,’’ he spat at her and you heard her gasp, followed by a scoff and even though you couldn’t see her, you were absolutely sure she was crossing her arms like a child right now, giving him angry stares. She kept her mouth shut though, and Elvis continued his little rant. ‘‘I forgave you the first time, because it was only a week after we came to Hawaii. A week, Tracy! But you’re just never gonna change, are ya?’’ he huffed out in desperation and you felt your stomach tightening at his words, feeling bad for him. Your sister was a free spirit, a soul that wasn’t meant to be bound down by one person─before Elvis, she dated someone new every month, sometimes every weekend, sometimes even multiple people at the same time. Apparently, things weren’t going so well as you had thought.

‘‘You just like the attention too much and you’ll do anything to get it, no matter who you fuckin’ hurt in the meanwhile,’’ he sighed deeply and still didn’t Tracy say a word. He took her silence for an answer though and just shook his head at her, striding down the hall way and toward the bedroom to pack a bag and get the hell out of here. As he passed by the guest bedroom, you ran over to the bed and jumped down onto it, grasping one of your magazines from the bedside table to pretend you were reading it.

There was a knock on the door not even ten minutes later and you tried to sound as casually as you could when you granted the person on the other side access. Your gut told you it was Elvis, but you were still slightly startled when he spoke up. ‘‘Hey, little one,’’ he sighed softly, walking over to the bed as you turned around and slowly sat up. You gave him a weak smile which he returned, sitting down on the edge of your bed. ‘‘Sorry that happened. Are you okay?’’ you asked in a whisper, feeling a little uneasy about the fact that he was in your room alone while Tracy was in the living room. He didn’t share the same uneasiness though, dropping the bag he had in his hand next to his feet as he ran his hands down his face. ‘‘I will be,’’ he mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as he kept his face cupped in his hands. ‘‘Guess I’ve just been.. blind. Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve caught her kissing some rich stuck up dude and now that I’m thinkin’ about it, I doubt that first week in Hawaii was the first time she did somethin’ like this,’’ he sighed deeply, shaking his head in his hands a little. You just sat there for a few seconds, but you couldn’t bare to see him like this. Mad at your sister and feeling bad for Elvis, you moved to sit next to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, ignoring how broad he was. ‘‘Why.. did you stay with her when you knew?’’ you asked carefully, trying not to step on anyone’s toes here. Rather than getting angry at you for being curious, after all he was the one who came into your room, he just shrugged and groaned deeply, letting himself fall back on your bed after you moved your arm to place a hand on his forearm.

‘‘I don’t know,’’ he looked up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his chest. ‘‘I’m… I was in love,’’

You swallowed thickly at his words, looking at the door that was wide open. You could hear Tracy moving around the living room and you quickly shot up from the bed as you heard the sound of her heels clicking down the hall way, giving her your most innocent smile as she appeared in the door opening. Rather than looking sad or distraught about the fight she had with her boyfriend, she looked angry. Angry that she got caught, you thought bitterly to yourself. She ignored Elvis’ presence and looked at you, smiling softly. ‘‘I’ll be staying at a friends’ house tonight, so he doesn’t have to leave. See you tomorrow, my baby,’’ she told you, blowing you a hand kiss before she turned around and grabbed her purse, leaving the apartment and making sure she slammed the door extra loud. You sighed deeply as you rubbed your temples a little─even though it seemed Tracy brought this upon herself, you didn’t like to see your sister in the state she was in. You were sure the fight between her and Elvis hurt her, at least a little bit, and she wasn’t really helping the situation by going out to spend the night with God knows who. Or maybe you just didn’t know your sister as well as you thought.

You also weren’t happy with the fact that she left you alone with Elvis, even though that little voice in your head was telling you to take your chance now, heart jumping for joy excitedly. You wanted to jump his bones more than anything, but the rational part of your brain stopped you, reminding you that that would even be more terrible than what Tracy had been doing behind her boyfriends’ back.

‘‘Maybe you two just need a night apart so you can talk things out. I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow,’’ you told him, trying to sound hopeful, as you sat down on the edge of your bed. You hated saying those words. You didn’t want things to work out between them. And you were secretly hoping, no.. praying, that Tracy was on her way to one of her boy toys right now to fuck his brains out and forget all about Elvis. The blue eyed man on your bed let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he put his arms under his head. ‘‘Nah uh, I’m done talkin’. I’m not some random guy she can come home to after she’s done with her little.. sugar daddies,’’ he scrunched up his nose at his choice of words, sighing deeply. You stayed silent for a little bit, crawling up further on the bed so you were sitting next to his head now, looking down at him. ‘‘To be fair,’’ you started, pulling your legs up to wrap your arms around them. ‘‘You kinda cheated on her too,’’ you blurted out, not knowing where you got the courage from to make out such a bold statement. It was the truth, though. He kissed you while he was dating Tracy─the fact that he was drunk while doing so and they hadn’t been together for very long wasn’t an excuse. His eyes shot open, looking up at you as you looked down at him. A soft smile spread across his face as he noticed your eyes shifting down to his lips and you quickly looked away, which made him sit up immediately.

‘‘I told her about that night,’’ he said casually and you widened your eyes, your jaw almost dropping to the damn floor. ‘‘You WHAT?!’’ you exclaimed in shock and he bit his tongue to try not to laugh at the shocked face expression you were wearing. ‘‘It slipped out, alright? I just made up some lame excuse and told her I thought you were her and she believed it,’’ he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you gasped softly, getting up from the bed. Rushing your hands through your hair, you paced back and forth in front of him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You shook your head, placing your hands on your hips as you came to a stop in front of him. ‘‘You can say whatever you want, but I don’t regret that kiss, Y/N. She was still messin’ around with other guys at that time and I’m a jealous motherfucker,’’ he smirked as he leaned his hands on the bed behind him and you tried not to look down at his thighs, manspreading so shamelessly and so confidently.

‘‘So, what? You only kissed me because you wanted revenge on my sister? Make her jealous?’’ You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly in front of your chest. Elvis couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought about how similar yet different you and Tracy were. ‘‘I mean, not that I care, because it didn’t mean anything anyways,’’ you quickly added, looking away from him.

He raised an eyebrow and sat up a little again, reaching his hands out to place them on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You had to bite your tongue to hold back a squeak, your body feeling like it was set aflame when you were standing in between his long legs, your knees hitting the bed. ‘‘Now I know that’s not true, little one,’’ he whispered, looking up at you with that damned smirk, hands slowly moving down the fabric of the loose sleeping shorts you were wearing. ‘‘I think you care more than you like to admit,’’ he hummed and as you felt his fingertips coming into contact with your bare skin, you found the strength in yourself to swat his hands away and take a step back, inhaling a deep breath of air. ‘‘You’re wrong, Elvis. We kissed because we were drunk and that’s it,’’

‘‘No,’’ he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he was up and in front of you, looking down at you. No matter how many steps you took backwards, you couldn’t escape him─your hands flew to the edge of the dresser your back hit against and dug your nails into the wood nervously, ignoring how your heart beat was thumping in your ears. ‘‘We kissed because there was somethin’ there. I felt it and I know you did too,’’ he stated boldly and you clenched your jaw so hard you wouldn’t be surprised it would dislocate. All your senses were on high alert when his eyes were drawn to your lips, leaning in closer to you. You knew his words were true. There was something, a pull that always drew you closer to him and him to you. The day Tracy brought him back to the house for dinner with your parents you were already laughing and joking with him. At first, you thought it was just innocent, as did he. Until feelings started to grow, until that damned kiss. He knew that he wasn’t any better than Tracy in this moment, but now that he was so close to you that he could smell the scent of your shampoo and feel the warmth radiating off of your body, he couldn’t hold back anymore. A soft gasp left your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours and he could feel you freeze for a second, until he slid his tongue across your lower lip. You were quick to grant him the access he wanted and deepened the kiss, your arms flying around his neck. He groaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hand pressed against your back to push you up against his chest.

Alarm bells were going off in your head, but the butterflies that had errupted aggressively in your stomach made you ignore them. You were getting lost in his kiss, touch, scent and could barely think straight as he moved his knee between your legs, lifting it up to press against you. Even though you were wearing your panties and shorts, your body immediately responded to him─getting so lost in his kiss, your hips started moving slowly, arousal growing as you grinded yourself on his knee. His hands moved to your hips, holding you down onto him firmly as he helped your movements along, groaning deeply in your mouth. You gasped softly and pulled from the kiss, eyes slowly fluttering open. As he looked at you with a soft grin tugging at his lips, blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of arousal and mischievous, you suddenly realised what you were doing, and with who, and quickly placed your hands against his shoulders, pushing him off of you. ‘‘I can’t… W-we can’t do this, E,’’ you breathed out in shock, rushing a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself to stand straight, not giving him a chance to speak as you ran out of the room. You slipped into your shoes by the door, grasping your denim jacket before you left the apartment in a hurry─you had absolutely no idea where you were going, but you needed some time alone. Time away from Elvis and his abilities to only make you fall for him harder than you should’ve in the first place.

Another week had passed and you hadn’t seen Elvis since that night. He was gone by the time you came back to the apartment and every time he’d come by to pick up his things, you’d hide out on the balcony with some of Tracy’s friends that seemed to be coming over to hang out more and more, or you were out and about, exploring Honolulu. You still had not told Tracy about what happened and you also hadn’t talked to her about the fact that she did know about you and Elvis kissing back at home. She also did not mention it and you couldn’t help but feel awkward whenever you were alone with her. As if you were walking on egg shells. Your sister either didn’t feel it herself or didn’t comment on it and continued as she always did─she didn’t seem as bothered by the break up as she should, filling up any voids with those ‘wolf of wall street jerks’ as Elvis had called them. Rich, preppy guys that came from New York to Hawaii for business, but were too busy with pleasure instead. Tracy seemed to have a thing for them, but you hated them. When Tracy arranged a date with one of them for you, you were livid at her but you knew she wouldn’t drop it until you’d say yes, so you eventually accepted just so you wouldn’t have to listen to her going on and on about how much of a great guy this one was.

The wall street guy, going by the name of David, took you to club Butter. The most current famous one on the whole island, thanks to a certain dark haired blue eyed man you were definitely not ready to face any time soon. None of your excuses worked on David and he barely listened to you, seeming adamant to get inside of the place. The whole time you were standing in line to get in you were praying to every God, and Goddess, that Elvis wouldn’t be working tonight. Maybe it was his night off and he was hanging out with his friends somewhere else, or maybe he had a cold and was sick in bed. As always, the universe didn’t listen to you and you didn’t even gave yourself a chance to look at the pretty and fancy interior of the place, your eyes glued to the man on the stage, drawing everyone’s attention to him. His hair was perfectly slicked back, the all black suit he was wearing looking so goddamn gorgeous with that flawless sunkissed skin. You didn’t even stop your date as he slipped his hand into yours and guided you through a small crowd of dancing people, finding you two a table. While he spotted one and tugged you along, all you could do was stare at Elvis and let your knees grow weaker by the second. Tracy was nowhere on your mind and David sure as hell wasn’t either─until the blonde man snapped you out of it by pulling your chair out and releasing your hand. You looked at him with a confused look on your face, reality slowly creeping its way back in.

‘‘He’s pretty good, isn’t he?’’ He yelled over the music as you both were seated, pointing a casual thumb Elvis’ way on the stage. You flashed him a quick smile and nodded, thanking the Heavens when a waitress swung by your table to take your order. You ordered the strongest cocktail on the menu and tried to engage in conversation with the man in front of you, but the fact that the man you actually loved was catching the attention of all those beautiful girls on the dance floor and David only talked about numbers and money didn’t help to make this evening at least somewhat eventful at all. You were bored out of your mind, so you decided to seek comfort in your trusty new friend for the evening─your fourth martini. The slight buzz helped you to forget David’s stories as soon as he finished telling them and even though the man could see you weren’t having a good time, he wasn’t going to give up. His big ego wouldn’t allow himself to have a failed date. He grabbed your hand from across the table and you looked at him, squinting your eyes as he rubbed the back of your hand sweetly. He was talking to you─you could see his mouth moving, but your tipsy mind couldn’t make out the words he was actually saying. You bursted out in laughter, thinking it was the most hilarious thing ever and when the waitress came by again, you immediately ordered another round, not caring about David’s protest. Elvis’ performance was done and when you noticed him hopping off of the stage and making his way to the bar, you looked at David and grabbed your clutch from the table, pointing a finger at him. He reached his hands out to you as you stumbled slightly when you stepped away from the seat, giggling at your own antics. ‘‘I’ll have my drink at the bar, pretty lady!’’ you told the waitress who was still standing by your table and she just laughed as you hooked your arm through hers, letting her guide you to the bar, leaving a flabbergasted David behind.

The waitress left you behind at the bar for one of the bartenders to deal with you and you smiled sweetly at the man as he placed the martini you wanted in front of you. You rumbled through your clutch for a little bit, though before you could pay for your drink, you heard the bartender thanking the person who took his place next to you. You frowned sassily as you looked up and at the person, letting out a scoff, even adding an eye roll for show. ‘‘I can pay for my own drinks, thank you very much,’’ you told the delicious piece of a human being that just paid for your drink. Elvis chuckled softly, taking a sip of his own drink as he leaned against the bar with his body turned into your direction.

‘‘Didn’t look like it,’’ he said teasingly, watching you shove your dollar bills back into your clutch messily. You blew a strand of hair out of your face and stole a cigarette out one of the small wooden boxes that stood on the bar for the people to take, lighting it with a match.

‘‘Don’t you have to do your little dance up there to make aaall the girls swoon over you?’’ You commented sassily, throwing a sarcastic smile his way before you took a drag from the cigarette, leaving a lipstick print behind on the bud. You were still extremely in love with him, but the amount of alcohol in your system made you mouthy─vodka had never been your best friend.

‘‘If I saw right, you were enjoying it too, little one,’’ he hummed in your ear when he took a step closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist. You had to do your best not to leap into a coughing fit, quickly blowing out the smoke from between your lips. ‘‘What are you doin’ here with that greasy piggy bank?’’

You ignored the way his fingertips were caressing your side through your dress and how deliciously his thumb was pressing at the side of your boob. You looked at him, letting out a small scoff as you raised an eyebrow. ‘‘Jealous, are we?’’

‘‘I told ya I was,’’ he grinned, raising both his eyebrows once tauntingly and you looked over at David, whose eyes were glued on you and Elvis. You quickly turned back to the man next to you and raised your hand, slapping his upper arm harshly. ‘‘You could’ve called me, you know?!’’ You suddenly exclaimed, annoyance lacing your tongue, as you pushed him off of you. ‘‘Or even come to see me… somewhere. Am I so easy to toy with?’’

Elvis put his drink down and moved back closer to you, pulling you flush against his chest as he had turned you to face him properly. You gasped softly, your cigarette nearly dropping from between your fingertips. ‘‘You’re the one who keeps runnin’, beautiful,’’ he said with a small grin on his lips, staring you down. You didn’t look away, thanks to the liquid courage crawling through your veins, and placed your empty hand against his chest though didn’t push him away. ‘‘What’re ya gonna do when I kiss ya again?’’ he whispered, though it was loud enough for you to hear him. Your ears were ringing and your heart was beating so hard you were sure the bartender could hear it from where you were standing. Your eyes traveled down to his lips and when his tongue swiped across his lower lip, you threw all caution to the wind and kissed him as if no one was watching. He took your cigarette out of your hand and placed it in one of the ash trays, wrapping his arms around you. You had no idea what would happen if Tracy ever found out, but right now that was the last thing on your mind.

The vodka on your tongue was almost intoxicating to Elvis and he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, sucking on your lower lip as his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing the flesh through the fabric of your dress shamelessly. The music playing at the club and the sound of people chatting faded far away to the background as your mind filled with only Elvis, his presence and his taste. He was just as far gone as you, trapping you in between him and the bar, not giving a damn about how obscene you two were being in public. A loud cough seemed to snap both of you back to reality and when Elvis pulled away from your lips, you turned your head to your left and squinted your eyes a little at David, the intoxication of Elvis and the martini’s still heavy on your mind. ‘‘Sorry, my guy. She’s just not that into you,’’ Elvis told the blonde male who was looking at both of you with angry eyes, growing even more annoyed when Elvis shrugged casually at his own statement. You hid your mouth behind your fingertips as you tried to hold back a laugh and David just shook his head a little, throwing some money on the bar to pay for the drinks before he turned around and left the club. In the moment it didn’t even occur to you that he’d definitely be reporting the events of the evening back to Tracy.

‘‘Let’s get out of here,’’ you said, not caring how you were slurring your words a little. Elvis moved off of you a little bit to give you more space to move around as you took your drink and took a big gulp from it, handing him the glass with the last sip. He downed it in one go and put the glass back on the bar, slipping his hand into yours. As the bartender noticed you two leaving, he jogged over to the end of the bar, yelling at Elvis how he still had another set to perform but Elvis just ignored him and pulled you through the crowd, out of the club. You tried to keep up with him as he was running down the street, tugging you along with him as he laughed happily. His laugh was contagious and you loved the sound of it more than anything in the world─wanted to hear it every second of the damn day.

‘‘Where are we going?’’ You laughed as he was still running and he knew exactly where to go. Even if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be worried. You felt more than comfortable around him and you knew that he’d never let anything bad happen to you. Your eyes fell down to where your bodies were connected by your intertwined fingers, your heart swelling as he looked over his shoulder with a bright smile on his face. Right here, in this exact moment, you felt the happiest you had ever been in your twenty years of life.

‘‘My place,’’ he grinned as he stopped running, coming to a halt in front of an apartment complex right across Waikiki beach. ‘‘Well, it’s my friends’ place. I’m stayin’ with him for the time being,’’ he said, giving you a knowing look and you giggled softly, biting your lip as you followed him inside of the building. He was all over you in the elevator and you were more than happy to allow it, but as the doors opened and he pulled you outside, fumbling with his key at the front door a little bit, you clung onto his arm. ‘‘Is your friend home?’’

‘‘Nah, baby, he works as a bartender. Won’t be home until the morning,’’ he grinned at you, finally managing to get the key in and twist it, opening the door. The slight nerves you felt melted away again and you pushed him against the nearest wall, throwing the door closed behind you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss as your hands moved to the jacket of the suit he was wearing, opening the buttons with quick fingers before you pushed the fabric off of his shoulders. Pulling back from the kiss, you looked at him as he shrugged the jacket off, admiring how freaking good he looked in the black button up he wore underneath that jacket. ‘‘Like what you see?’’ he grinned cockily and while you hated cocky guys, guys like freaking David, you could feel your panties dampen with your arousal. God, this man was making you sin and you liked it.

‘‘Very much,’’ you whispered as you hooked your fingers behind the fabric of his shirt where he had left the bottons open of it, ripping the shirt open completely. He gasped as he looked at you with wide surprised eyes as his buttons went flying through the entrance of the apartment but you didn’t give him the chance to make a comment on it as you ran your hands down his warm chest, nails scraping softly against his nipples. He bit his lower lip and wrapped his large hands underneath your thighs─you took the hint and jumped up, hooking your legs around his waist as he caught you with ease. You grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. The both of you were too intoxicated with each other to even care about him stumbling into some things before he reached the guest bedroom where he was staying. Your kiss got interrupted as he threw you on the bed and you looked at him, lifting your torso up a little by leaning your elbows on the bed, biting your lip as he took his ripped shirt off, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes as he quickly pulled off your pumps and leaned forward, his hands sliding up your thighs and underneath your dress as you were already kissing him again─open mouthed, sloppy kisses that didn’t take long for you to trail down his jawline and neck. You could taste his cologne on your tongue and moaned softly against his skin, hands running up through his hair, messing up the wax that he had styled it so perfectly with. He moaned softly as you sucked on his skin while his fingers hooked underneath your panties, sliding them down without hesitation. You pouted in your tipsy state as he pulled back and he laughed softly, pushing your dress up to your waist. If this would’ve happened in your sober state, you would’ve been a lot more shy, but you had been waiting for this moment for so long. You had been craving him for so long, you just didn’t give a damn anymore. You spread your legs willingly, exposing yourself to him and he slicked back some of his hair with the palm of his hand, hungry eyes admiring your arousal that was glistening in the dim moon light that shone through the room. The view from the bedroom was gorgeous, but right now you were only interested in the view in front of you.

He got on his knees in front of the bed, pulling you closer to him by wrapping his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs spread open. He licked his lips as he shot you a quick wink, sending butterflies throughout your entire body and making your heart leap pathetically in your chest, before he leaned down. The kisses he planted on your inner thighs, moving closer to where you needed him most, felt as if someone was keeping a lit match against your delicate skin. You didn’t even try for one second to hold back as he placed a soft, tiny kiss right on your clit, letting out a needy whimper. You ran your hands through your hair to get some strands out of your face, not caring at all that you were messing up the updo you had perfected a few hours ago and when Elvis ran his tongue up between your wet folds, flicking at your clit once, you moaned lewdly. He licked his lips as he lifted his head a little, grinning at you. ‘‘Oh baby, you taste divine,’’ he said teasingly, kissing your thigh once more before he leaned down in between your legs once more. You were expecting him to tease you until the point of you losing your mind, but he had been waiting just as long for this as you had.

He went in with confidence as he ate you out like a starved man─pretty much making out with your pussy as if he hadn’t had human contact for years. You were trying to move your hips to his rhythm, arching your back off of the bed but he trapped you by pushing you down with his hand on your lower abdomen, lips wrapping around your clit to suck on it as he looked up at you. He released your left thigh and slipped in two of his digits, making you look down at him and moan desperately as your eyes met his. He grinned tauntingly as he stuck out his tongue, flicking it against your clit at an unholy speed as his fingers didn’t go easy on you either, pumping inside of you. One of your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in the locks through the wax that you’d normally be disgusted at to touch, your other hand squeezing the sheets desperately in your palm. Your moans were starting to become soundless, coming out in nothing other than a high pitched gasp or whine. The martini’s you had in the span of an hour or so were making your head spin, along with the orgasm that was fastly approaching. He could tell you were close with how your walls were clenching around his fingers repeatedly, your hips desperately wanting to move away but he still had you trapped, unable for you to escape the sense of euphoria that was so close. So close you could taste it, but before it came, he pulled away from you completely. You gasped as you looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to protest until you saw him stand up and pull down his pants and boxershorts.

‘‘Impatient, little one?’’ he grinned and you couldn’t help but shamelessly sneak a peek at his cock hitting his lower abdomen when it was freed out of the confinements of his clothing, tip red and sensitive, glistening with precum. You bit your lip as you looked at him. ‘‘Stop calling me that,’’ you said, a challenging tone on your tongue and he raised an eyebrow, following you on the bed as you pulled yourself further on it. ‘‘What should I call you then, hmm?’’ he questioned back just as challenging, grinning teasingly at you as he pulled your dress over your head, throwing it to the other side of the bed. He leaned in closer to kiss your lips softly, creeping one hand behind your back─you arched a little, making it easier for him to unclasp your bra and remove it from your body as he pulled back from your lips. ‘‘Anything but that,’’ you rolled your eyes, a soft blush creeping on your cheeks despite the confidence you were feeling tonight. He slipped his hand in between your bodies, aligning himself at your entrance, a soft gasp leaving your lips. ‘‘What would you like to be called, Y/N?’’ he hummed, pushing the tip in, keeping still inside of you. Even though it was hard for him as well, because all he wanted to do was fill you up and fuck you into the mattress, he liked teasing you. He liked seeing that cute little pout on your lips and your hazy eyes looking at him pleadingly.

You tried to push him in deeper by wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing your ankles against his lower back but he just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, raising a teasing eyebrow at you. ‘‘Use your words, little one,’’

The pet name he used to call you was cute, but you didn’t wanted him to see you like that anymore. You doubted he ever had though, but you hated it whenever it slipped past his lips now. You huffed as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. ‘‘Call me baby,’’ you whispered, trying to thrust your hips forward so you could surprise him, but it’s like he could predict every single one of your movements. He didn’t budge for one second, instead pulling out again, slipping the tip of his cock through your folds, circling against your clit. You moaned softly and looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to just fuck you already. ‘‘Call me yours,’’

This seemed to send him over the edge and he lowered his cock to your entrance, pushing himself all the way in. You gasped and cursed softly at the, very much so delicious, intrusion. Your hands moved down to his shoulders, holding onto him firmly as he gave you a few seconds to get used to him before he started thrusting into you, making you moan out in pleasure. He leaned his head down, kissing your neck sweetly. ‘‘You’re mine, baby,’’ he grunted in your ear, hips picking up their pace more and more. You had your ankles hooked behind his back now, clinging onto him desperately as he was kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Maybe they were empty promises, you had no idea, but right now you were on cloud nine. Finally in the arms of the man you had loved so dearly in silence for so long.

‘‘You’re all mine,’’ he whispered, pulling his head back to look down at you. Leaning his elbow next to your head, he moved his hands through your hair as far as the position would allow him, admiring your beauty as he moaned softly, thrusting into you with determination. ‘‘God,’’ he breathed out, pecking your lips a few times. ‘‘You got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, baby,’’ he moaned against your lips and you moaned right back at him, his words making you cling onto him even harder. Wanting him deeper, wanting him closer. The love you felt for this man was completely consuming you and you had no intentions to fight off those feelings anymore. To hell with everyone, you needed him and only him.

Once more you could feel that feeling of bliss approaching and this time he wasn’t going to pull back and torture you─he looked down into your eyes intensely as his eyebrows knitted together in concetration, hips skilfully thrusting as he moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him desperately, keeping him trapped inside of you.

‘‘Oh, f-f-uck,’’ he cursed with a grunt, teeth sinking into his lower lip for a second. ‘‘I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,’’ he warned and you just grinned, being drunk on him, letting your own orgasm rip through you. He moaned as you were sucking him in even harder during your orgasm and thrusted harder for a few more times, before he quickly pulled out of you and hovered above you as he came onto your stomach. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, squeezing out every last drop. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head, head hanging low as his hips stuttered pathetically, moans rolling off of his tongue. You gasped softly at the sight, breathing heavily as he fell down on the bed next to you. The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling to catch your breath.

‘‘Tracy is gonna kill me,’’ you whispered, placing a hand on your forehead. You cringed at the thought of Tracy finding out about what happened between you and Elvis─you had no idea if you were even going to tell her, but you kind of felt like you had to. Besides, they broke up, right? He was a single man and she seemed to be having her own fun with the men on this island. She’ll get over it.

Elvis turned his head into your direction and you did the same, meeting his eyes.

‘‘What if you stay here?’’ he asked softly, moving a little closer to you to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder. ‘‘Yeah, I can stay here tonight,’’

‘‘No, not tonight,’’ he said, and you frowned at him curiously. ‘‘I mean, yeah ofcourse you’re stayin’ tonight, but I’m talking about here. Hawaii. With me,’’

The thought of you staying behind in Hawaii sounded exciting. Way more than exciting. Not even thinking about the fact that your sister would be on the same island, and you had college to go back to, you were sold on the idea as soon as he suggested it. ‘‘I guess I can take a gap year?’’ you hummed softly, turning your head back to look up at the white boring ceiling. Your parents were most definitely going to kill you, or get a heart attack upon hearing the news, but there was nothing else in the whole wide world you wanted more. Except for maybe the dark haired man that was hovering above you now, smiling brightly as he attacked your face with kisses. He didn’t even have to convince you further to take this leap of faith─tonight he made you his and you never ever wanted to hand that position to anyone else. You were more than ready for whatever Hawaii would throw at you, as long as you had Elvis by your side.

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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 5 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know if you want more. Also, I haven't written in this verse in literally years so I hope it feels cohesive. Let me know! I have one more chapter planned but not written yet so it may take a lil while. If you guys want more than that you have to let me know. Also, I have a Joel miller x reader in the works requested to me on tumblr. We have made it to 15 followers on tumblr lmao come join in the squad! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut do not interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, oral sex, multiple orgasms, cumming untouched, facials, attempted orgasm denial

Summary: Negan expresses doubts and things look grim for a while until they don't.

When I wake up the next morning, Negan is gone from the bed. I figure he's probably busy running an empire, so it makes sense, but part of me is still a little sad I'm alone. I have imagined waking up in his arms so many times it feels a little disappointing to be on my own.

So I put on my clothes then enter into the living room area and there’s Negan eating breakfast and reviewing some maps at the dining table. He’s wearing these black reading glasses that make him look very sexy in my opinion.

He looks at me, lowering his glasses on the bridge of his nose, then back to his maps. He doesn't greet me.

That’s strange.

“Hey,” I say. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“What?” he asks breaking into a smirk, but his expression is distant. “Mad at ya? What makes you think that?”

Maybe I'm just overthinking things, but something in his vibe is definitely different. He's looking at me guiltily like he's my teacher about to tell me I'm failing tenth-grade English or something. Not like a guy who wants to fuck me.

“Nothing,” I mumble, forcing the thought away. “So what are we doing today?”

“I was thinking,” he begins, avoiding my eyes. “I think it’s time to get you back to Alexandria.”

“ What?” I spit, feeling like I've just been socked in the chest. I don’t believe this. “After everything I told you about Rick you think that's a good idea?”

“What? No, not like that,” he replies dismissively. “I’d beat the shit out of him first to get him to leave you alone and all and I’d always be there to reinforce the idea, but then I think you should get home to your family after.”

“Did I miss something?” I ask, thinking he’s kidding. “I thought it was cool to stay here for a while…”

I try to sit down in his lap, but he frowns and pushes me away lightly.

What the fuck?!

“Shit, do you not like me anymore?” I ask incredulously, so deeply hurt by his rejection I don’t even tear up. “I mean, are you embarrassed by me or something?”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m not one to beat around the bush: I'm ending things between us,” he says softly, avoiding my eyes. “It’s for your own goddamn good too, believe me.” He narrows his own eyes when he sees the disbelieving look on my face. “I mean we’re mortal fucking enemies for Christ sake!”

“That can’t be the reason!” I nearly shout, absolutely flabbergasted at this turn of events. “You didn’t care about that yesterday!” I shoot back, still not fully believing him. “This is bullshit. I know you like me.”

“Do you?” he asks in amusement, but perhaps also cruelly. “Yesterday you thought there was a distinct chance I was a goddamn evil supervillain who was manipulating the shit out of you to get to your dear old dad. Maybe that’s all this was.”

I swallow, studying his face. Is he telling the truth? He can’t be, can he? I know what we’ve been feeling is real, right? I’ve never liked someone as much as I’ve liked him. But then something clenches in my stomach.

“Is that why you won’t all-out fuck me?” I ask, dejectedly, my heart now in my throat. “Or let me see your dick? ‘Cause you never really liked me?”

That would make sense. Maybe he really did play me. I’m crying now too, my lip trembling. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. That’s just fan-fucking-tastic. But it would explain why he’s been so slow to have sex.

“Hey, don’t fucking cry!” Negan exclaims, panic and guilt covering his features. And then his light eyes turn into an even worse expression: pity. “We’ve only had a thing for like a couple of days! You can’t like me that much. What about your merry band of Alexandria men? The ones who wanna fuck you and all. How about them? What do you have to cry for?”

“Fuck you,” I say, rubbing the tears from my eyes. “I made them up. There are no guys back at Alexandria who want to fuck me. I made them up to make you jealous. Because I like you, okay? You make me feel so safe and special. I don’t believe you could fake how nice you’ve been to me. But tell me right now it was all fake and I’ll b-believe you I guess. I’ll leave you the fuck alone. I respect boundaries…”

I am straight-up ugly crying right now like a little kid and I wipe my nose on my sleeve, sniveling. Be more pathetic! I think to myself. But that asshole really did hurt my feelings.

“Maybe I happen to believe you’d be better off without me,” Negan begins slowly in his deep, gravelly voice, not really meeting my eyes. “Maybe I believe I’ll hurt someone as genuine as you.” He looks up at me. “I’m an asshole, Y/N, what can I say? I have five wives. And you’re just this kid with a shining light in her. I’d kill anyone who lays a finger on you and I’d never fucking live with myself if I hurt you or put that light out.”

Oh. So that’s what this is about. He’s scared of hurting me. I’m flattered, but he really is a fucking idiot!

“So then don’t hurt me,” I tell him. “It’s that simple. I mean, you asshole, breaking up with me — whatever this is — hurts so fucking bad. Don’t do it. And choose not to hurt me in the future. And then keep making that choice. You’re a smart and capable man. I think you can treat me right if you try. And what am I? Some of grandma’s fine fucking China? I can take a little heartache if need be. I’m not a pussy and you said it. And here’s the last thing I’ll say about this: you’re catching feelings for me. I know it. I see it in your eyes.”

He blinks at me funny and I know I’m right.

“Need to get your eyes checked then,” he mocks stubbornly.

“Fuck you, don’t push me away because you’re afraid,” I tell him.

“Fine,” he relents with a sigh. “Let’s just say, you may have a smart little brain in that hot fucking head of yours,” he admits, uncrossing his arms. “Maybe I am falling a little too fast. And maybe it fucking terrifies me.”

Aw, that’s actually really sweet! I knew the feelings I’m feeling weren’t one-sided. I wonder just how deep he’s fallen because I know I am head over heels. He just had to be a dick about it though…

“I haven’t felt this way since…” he trails off.

“Since Lucille?” I finish for him.

“Fuck. How’d you know, kid? It’s like you can read my goddamn mind. But yeah, since Lucille. She was a real spitfire, same as you. Only you’re a bit softer and sweeter. She would have liked you…” he trails off again, looking distantly into the past and over his bat which is lying on the chair next to him.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Negan,” I tell him honestly. “I bet I would have liked her too.”

He reaches out a big hand and ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away, grinning stupidly.

“So now that we’ve got that angsty shit out of the way, you won’t try to send me home now, right?” I ask. “And you’ll kiss and touch me again ‘till I can’t breathe?”

He looks like he’s trying to resist, but pats his lap and I sit in it, my heart beating quickly.

“Maybe just maybe you’ve convinced me to let this shenanigan continue,” he breathes into my ear and I shiver.

“Apologize for scaring me,” I command, grinding down on his lap.

He grunts in surprise and starts to get a little hard.

“I’m not big on apologies,” he tells me cockily. “Plus maybe you scare me a little.”

“In a good way?” I ask, grinding down on him again.

“In what I now think is a very good way. And maybe I’ll make it up to you right now for failing to see it from the start.”

He reaches his hand down my pants and starts rubbing my clit and I let out a whine.

“You know what would really hit the spot?” I ask as he works me, trying not to sound so absolutely wrecked by him. “And would prove your undying devotion to me?”

“What’s that?” he asks cockily, sticking a rough finger deep inside me and I moan. His finger is so big and fills me up so much compared to one of mine.

“If I could see your cock?” I whimper as he begins to finger me at an earth-shattering pace, in and out.

He grins.

“How do you ask, baby?”

“Please, Daddy can I see your cock?” I ask nicely.

He reaches his other hand down and undoes the button on his khakis and pulls out a very hard-looking dick. I may not have seen too many dicks in my day, but I do know a nice one when I see it. It is long and girthy and the reddish head is nearly purple. Goddamn. My mouth waters.

“Can I touch it?” I whine eagerly, now soaking wet.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he chuckles. “But not until you cum.”

“Well then get to work!” I challenge, grinding into his fingers, dripping down into his lap.

“With pleasure,” he chuckles. “Ride my fingers, baby.”

He rubs my clit some more with his thumb and then curls his finger deep inside me. I practically seize.

“Jesus,” he laughs, his eyes lighting up. “All this for just one finger?”

“And your dick,” I remind him, moaning. “How about another finger?”

“So greedy," he chuckles in approval. "But anything for you, baby girl.”

He does as he’s told and I feel so good and turned on I’m going to cum soon.

“Now, tell me what you like about old Negan Jr,” he commands, licking the shell of my ear, stroking his cock. “Since you were so goddamn eager to see him.”

“Do you mean your dick?” I snicker incredulously.

“At least I don’t call it my goddamned ‘meat wand’ or my ‘quivering’ fucking ‘manhood’ like I bet you read in some of those romance novels I saw in your bedroom. That could be arranged.”

“Shut up!” I snort, wanting to ask him how he knows so much about romance novels. “Keep fingering me, asshole,” I say because he’s stopped. He starts up again, hitting just the right spot. I let out a low moan. “But I’ll bite. Your cock is so hot and big, Daddy. I don’t know if it will fit in me.”

“You are very tight, princess,” he agrees, adding a third finger, pushing in and out of me so fast I see stars.

“And it looks like it will stretch me so well,” I whimper. “Can’t wait to suck it.”

Negan groans.

“Can I touch it now, please?” I whine, dangerously close to the edge.

“Not until you cum on Daddy’s hand. Go on, baby girl,” he tells me fondly.

He fingers me so hard and so fast I lean back into him and cum with a small sob, and he doesn’t stop until I am an oversensitive, spasming mess.

“N-negan!” I moan desperately, only a puddle of a human being at this point.

But even then he doesn’t stop, grinning a wicked grin, and I am riding over the edge again and I cum twice around his fingers as he hits that perfect spot inside of me, letting out a little scream.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Negan grins in my ear as my body stops its spasming. “That was so hot.”

“That’s the first time I’ve cum from you,” I remark, panting. “But not the first time I’ve cum because of you. That felt so good, Negan. Way better than when I touch myself. Can I touch you now?”

“Anything for my dirty girl. Go on,” he teases as I look into his dancing hazel-brown eyes.

I reach down between my legs and stroke his throbbing cock and the soft flesh is hard as diamond.

He groans deeply, smiling at me stupidly.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for that,” he tells me. “Wanted it to be just right for you.”

“Me too,” I agree. “But it always would have been just right. Don’t you know?”

I spit into my hand and start working his cock and Negan moans appreciatively into my ear and my heart pounds deliciously.

“Feels so good, angel,” he whines in my ear. Precum is leaking down my fingers. The shaft and fat head are so swollen. I love when he calls me that.

“Can I put you in my mouth, Daddy?” I ask, reaching down to touch myself, even though I am so spent. Heat still surges between my legs.

“Are you sure, baby? Don’t wanna make you lift a finger,” he tells me seriously. “This is allegedly my apology to you.”

“Who said this was for your benefit?” I ask. “Plus maybe I like spoiling you too.”

“Well, aren’t you a goddamn sweetheart. If you insist…Fuck!” He groans as I get between his knees and bring the warm head to my mouth. “Shit, Y/N, I’m not gonna last if you keep sucking me like that. Taking me so well…”

I am so wet between my legs. He tastes so good and those hot little moans and groans he makes against me are driving me insane. I take as much of his length as I can fit in my mouth which is about three-quarters. The rest I jerk with my hands.

“I’m close, baby,” Negan grunts. “God, just looking at you. Can’t remember the last time I was this fast to cumming. But watching you cum from my fingers alone, twice no less. That just tickles my fucking balls! Literally. Fuck!” he grunts.

And just as he’s about to cum, I think, I pull off of him completely and squeeze his cock.

“Y/N?” he asks desperately, staring down at me, thrusting his cock into midair. “What the flying fuck—“

“Think you get to act like you’re leaving me and then cum? Dream on.” I announce, playing him at his own game, getting back at him from before. I let go of his cock.

Negan starts to laugh, but then his face contorts into a look of utter reverence and he cums anyway, untouched, squirting cum all over my face. That asshole!

Looks like I fucked up the timing or maybe he’s just that in control of his body...Goddamn.

“Oh my god!” Negan laughs through panting, when he calms down a little, his mouth wide open. He looks awed, almost starstruck. “That wasn’t on purpose, I swear! You’re just that hot I couldn’t fucking help it I guess!”

He throws his head back, snickering with laughter as I wipe cum out of my eye.

“You’re so fucking adorable I can’t get enough of you. Literally. First, you give me an amazing blowjob, and then you think you can play my game? But you just weren’t fast enough, baby. I love it! I told you no one will ever be as bad as me. Oh, come on, lighten up.”

“Maybe I’m smiling under all this jizz…” I say. “You wouldn’t know though. Now, help clean me off, you complete motherfucker.”

His eyes soften down at me and he takes off his undershirt to clean me up. He pulls me up into his lap, against his bare hairy chest.

“You’re a sweetheart. Truly.” He tells me. I lean against him so tightly I can hear his heart beating, not wanting to ever let go. “That’s part of why you scare me so much. I’m sorry I was a dick, alright? That shit about sending you home was dumb of me to even suggest when I care about you as much as I do. I think I just don’t know how to deal with how I feel about you, Y/N. It’s new for me.”

“You’re also just a dick,” I point out. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Haven’t cum like that in ages,” he tells me seriously, his voice vibrating through his body against my ear. “Just from looking at someone like that. You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you thought you could play me! But God, you looked so pretty with my cum on your face,” he muses. “That image is going in the spank bank for sure. Even if you ditch me for my dick behavior. It’s gonna be in the motherfucking spank bank hall of fame.”

“You’re so gross,” I inform him. “And a dick and a jerk and an asshole, but somehow I still like you. So I guess I’ll take you back.”

“Who said you ever let me go? I’ve got you fuckin’ wrapped, baby.”

He leans down to kiss me long and hard and I positively melt into his mouth and I know he’s right.

“Negan!” Simon suddenly calls from another room. I look up and sit up straighter and so does Negan. “Bossman, we have a goddamn visitor. You’ll never guess who it is…”

A/n: Can you guess who it is???? Feedback please or just leave a like or reblog if you enjoyed!!!!!! Chapter 6 will be coming soon but I have to finish writing it and know that people actually want me to post it.

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Hi, do you have any thoughts on canon jet? I always love your takes! I'm studying the poem The Patriot by Robert Browning rn and it instantly reminded me of him. The confident leader sentenced to death and all

“canon jet” as opposed to....? [thinks about everything fans have done with/to this guy] oh.... right.

so my thing about jet is that ever since i was little, he has been my least favorite character in atla. like, to be clear, i don’t think he’s the most evil (certainly not), but he is the most boring. what could be such an interesting and dynamic and morally grey character (like hama!!! I LOVE hama) is just reduced, at least to me, to bad vibes. rancid vibes. his aura has fruit flies. he sort of reminds me of humphrey bogart in the maltese falcon or casablanca; like, i should be enjoying this, this should be good....... but i do not like this painting charlie its smug aura mocks me. over the years i’ve come to appreciate jet more. i think the tragedy of his character is effective, if only because of how his death affects katara (esp the parallel of jet dying in katara’s arms and yue dying in sokka’s arms, that’s very beautiful to me). i think he’s a good foil to sokka. i like longshot, smellerbee, pipsqueak, the duke. i like his awesome tree houses, the color of the leaves in his forest. basically i like everything about jet except jet himself. because of his vibes. his smug aura.

i realize that this opinion is incredibly subjective and divisive, and a lot of people may and do disagree with me. i know a lot of people ship jet with zuko (which is crazy to me, sorry) or generally find him sympathetic. and like, i find his motivations sympathetic, i find his backstory sympathetic, i find his trauma sympathetic, i find his ideals sympathetic, i find his death noble and moving in its tragic irony. but sokka’s vibe detector is never wrong, and that kid’s aura is the equivalent of when a cartoon villain puts poison in a teacup and a little skull and crossbones appears in the air. (he sort of reminds me of the guy i sat next to on a flight once who vaped in my face from his disgusting bubblegum flavored juul for most of the flight and then hit on me relentlessly for the last hour. like jet just feels spiritually aligned with that man, to me.)

anyway, to your point, he wasn’t really “sentenced to death” as much as he was tragically killed by long feng’s callousness. his death was heroic, but only in the sense that he lied to katara to protect her (although i do think she knows that he’s dead; she didn’t even try to use her spirit water on him, so he was clearly beyond saving). in the end, he wasn’t even the one to help them get appa back; zuko was (the irony of that is so delicious, like i may not ship them but their dynamic as foils is excellent). but his intentions were good, and that’s what mattered. and for what it’s worth, i do think he cared about katara. he definitely did use her and make her complicit and try to have her brother killed, but he did like her! (even if he refused to wear that ugly lil hat she made for him, which was so rude of him btw.) and in his final moments, he comforted her. he didn’t go out in a blaze of glory fighting the fire nation, like i imagine he’d always assumed he would. but he did die trying to help the avatar, telling katara that it would be all right. and i imagine he’s proud of that, too.

#aclusterfuckofglitterbugs #asks #jet #jetxkatara #abdullah rly ruined my life w that one post #that was technically correct but convinced ppl that u should stan jet that that is the morally correct thing to do #smh..

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fellow-anime-weeb927 · 9 months

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Mashle Ryoh Grantz and Innocent Zero scenarios (might be ooc?)

Requested by: @solarixsora

Why not do both? Hope you don’t mind!~

Ryoh Grantz

As we all know, he cares about his looks. If he’s bored, he might play with your hair and style it with your consent first ofc

I can see him doing skincare routines (come on he gotta keep his good looks for his dear fans!) he would let you join him as long as you help him as well

Teasing people (jokingly) is a part of his habits so expect him teasing you whatever comes to his mind (e.g. height, magic, personality) but he never goes too far so he only riles you up a bit just to see your angry face

If you ask him to tease Orter with him oh boy- Orter will be even more pissed off since he always have to deal with Ryoh. Now he has to deal with two idiots (no offense I luv you fellow readers! Hehe)

If you decide to tease Ryoh back, he will definitely act dramatically, put his hand on his chest and say ‘ouch! How you wound me little one..’ then laugh after

Sometimes if things go too far, you might have to pull him out of heated arguments and give him a lecture-

Innocent Zero

What to write for this man?-

I feel like he treats you like his underling (I’m so sorry-)

But if you’re willing to kill for him, then he might treat you a lil better than before…but that’s quite rare-

If you ARE his assisistant, then he will make you suggest some ideas for his evil plans and all that stuff

Why do I feel he would teach you new spells to protect him and yourself?-

Definitely a person who trains you till you can’t stand (I’m sorry again-)

I feel like you would spend time with the brothers and cause trouble, he would just be standing in a random corner observing you guys lol-

Please do NOT piss this man off I beg you-

If you’re injured, he will go easier on you until you recover. Also expect a long lecture and tons of training after recovery oof-

Ok that’s pretty much it I can’t think of a lot of things for Innocent Zero I’m sorry-

But nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed~!

#Mashle x reader #Mashle scenarios #Ryoh Grantz x reader #Innocent Zero x reader

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bbq-potato-chip · 6 months

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HI HAI HOPE IM NOT TOO LATE FOR TH ASK GAME BUT ✨ your silly lil green guy. yknow the one. ulquiorra. please please tell me about him ive been spectating from afar and i need to know abt him so bad. as silly or as serious as you want, say anything, ijust wanna hear abt him from a certified Appreciator(tm). be free :]

Aaaaaag!!!!! SHAKING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH !!!!

At last I am enabled HE IS MY FUNNY LITTLE GREEN GUY AND I LOVE HIM I am honored to be chosen as a certified appreciatior ANYWAY SO UM let me just explain like. What he is rlly quick because there are so many different types of guys in the whole bleach world

you have humans, who live in the world of the living and souls (dead people) who also live in the world of the living and then you have hollows which are like corrupted souls that the soul reapers gotta defeat to get them to love on to the next life (which is in the soul society)(the soul reapers also live there)(the soul reapers are also dead people)(it’s like a whole reincarnation thing)

the hollows live in this other dimension called hueco mundo they look like this (the guy on the left- hollows are more “monster-y” looking whereas arrancars are more human looking but they still have the holes where their hearts should be-hence the term hollow)

So these guys called arrancars (that’s what ulquiorra is!!!) they’re hollows that have been modified to be kind of…like a cross between a soul reaper and hollows because they have swords (soul reaper thing) but are also hollows. Basically like. You have a bear and your like let me give that bear a gun. Like that. The main antagonist is responsible for all that for reasons™️ but that’s a whole other thing in it of itself. But yeah he’s like an an evil henchmen.

but onto greater, more important things

ok completely on a surface level his charcter design is like. 10/10

I don’t know much abt charcter design but since his colors are limited he really like stands out (it’s part of the reason why I think kny characters have such good designs because they stick to the two main color plus accent color)

He’s mostly black n white with accents with green which is just so striking and the green tear makeup is just *chefs kiss* PLUS the combination of the traditional Japanese hakufu pants combined with the almost (not rlly sure how to put it) like European tail coat kind of deal he’s got going on really is such an interesting combination of two different cultural fashions. Ichigo (the guy on the right) has kind of a similar deal going on with the pants and the more western looking tuxedo looking deal and they’re design are supposed to Parallel each other for thematic reasons but PERSONALLY I think ulquiorra does it way better . But idk Maybe I’m biased!!

And there’s his other powered up forms which are just so cool

He’s so edgy. I love him this slaps so hard I cannot deny he’s so creaturecore

ok so now. Plot stuff

so basically his whole deal is that he’s a nihilist. Throughout his appearance he’s always like oooh nothing matters I don’t care blah blah blah despite the fact that he has emo make up. He does NOT put the emotion in emo. (Which, at least my impression of emo is about wearing emotions on your sleeve. I don’t know much abt emo as like a whole but if anyone has any like critique on my definition please let me know I’d love to learn more) My man is emo in style but is like yeah whatever I don’t feel emotions I don’t have a heart I’m not human don’t think of me as a human I’m a logical emotionless creature yadayada.

it’s such an interesting design choice to me because it really highlights how…hypocritical his worldview is. As the story goes on you can see his whole nothing matters deal kind of crack, towards his finally battle we see him get angry and surprised and then (spoiler alert) love right before he dies.

And you really can’t talk about ulquiorra without talking about orihime.

orihime was kidnapped basically by orders of the main antagonist because she has powers that he needs for reasons™️. It’s kind of a long explanation why so I’ll just leave it at that. But the whole reason Orihime is there was because she loves her friends, and she goes over to the side of the enemy because she didn’t want her friends to get hurt (basically the “bad guys” were like come with us or we’ll kill your friends and she was like. Well I guess I have to go because I love my friends) which is like the complete opposite of ulquiorra because he’s all like whatever friendship love and bonds are all bull. But as he interacts with her he gets (upset?curious? Not sure of the wording) about what it means to have a heart (or a bond with another person really). I just love how as we move through the arc we see him gradually more humanized, partly as a result of orihime being all like. You’re wrong things DO matter but also because he IS human in a way.

specifically there’s a scene in his backstory one shot where orihime catches him sleeping and brings him food and it just shows that yeah maybe he’s not technically a regular guy but he gets sleepy and needs a little snack!!! He’s grumpy about it but I just love how it portrays him in such a different way than we usually get to see him. (He’s embarrassed he’s so funny. “Ooooh I take naps and eat snacks 🙄so embarrassing” He’s so silly)

As he talks to orihime throughout this arc he gets CLOSER to understanding as his whole nothing matters deal keeps getting shut down by her when he tries to convince her that nothing matters. But he really doesn’t GET it until right before his death when he realizes what “the heart” is. Because orihime showed him humanity and kindness he’s like oooohhhh I get it now. But at the last second which just is so…cries

anyway. He finally realizes what it means to care about something as he dies and it’s so tragic because this is the first time he’s ever felt anything and now he’s going to die reaching out to her. It’s probably THE most tragic anime scene I’ve ever watched it kills me literally Everytime I watch it screaming crying throwing up. You know the deal!!!

Then after that whole arc is finished the author published this art . And look at him. He’s so silly look at him

Anyway. *does jazz hands 👐 * that’s my guy!!!

!!!

Also!!! Fun facts(tm)

-Ulquiorras name was based off of Spanish architect and the castle that he lives in is based off of abstract Spanish architecture . Which I just think is really neat

-His birthday is on December 1!!!

-i just think he’s neat!!!

Anyway thank you so much for the ask I am so sorry this took forever to respond to I jus have SO many thoughts and typing on my phone takes FOREVER anyway I hope I did him justice!!!

#Anyway. I am so happy to get to talk about MY FAVORUTE GUY EVER!!!THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AAAAH!!!#I rlly hope this was coherent and makes sense but LONG STORY SHORT #me when the character who is inhuman gets shown love and kindness understands love and kindness 🥹#Also he just looks so cool I love how much care has been put into his charcter design I just love how much the visual aspects of #His design and environment say so much about him #I have got to rewatch it again and do like . An official(tm) analysis about this arc because there is so much to say about the visual #Storytelling ALONE it makes me crazy.#Ahem. Thank you for listening I just love him so much he’s my funky little guy!!!#Ulquiorraposting #Rlly hoping that this is coherent when I first was answering this ask all I could think of was #OMG ULQUIORRA I GET TO TALK ABOUT ULQUIORRA DAJLAQLAGAFAGAVAJAKAM *broken computer noises*#I just think he’s neat!!!#Anyway. Ulquiorra #Edit: the images are formatted weird and the read more is not where it’s supposed to be but we’re fine we’re fine it’s fine!!!

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Got7′s reactions to...𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩.

Mark

The smile that tugs at his lips has the guys giggling like school girls. Mark grabs your wrist lightly and pulls you back down, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before he wishes you sweet dreams. Once you’re out of sight Jackson is the one to make a big deal out of it calling Mark all kinds of cringe worthy nicknames.

“I promise to keep it down, babe.”

Jaebeom

He would relish the feeling of your lips on his skin and grab the collar of your shirt to pull you into a quick kiss. He would ignore the cat calling from Bambam and make sure you were feeling okay, before he let you leave for a nap. When they are all alone, Jaebeom would throw a pillow at Bambam and would tell him to shut up before he crushes him.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe? Do you need anything from me?”

Jackson

Oh lord, he would be a mess and total lump of needy little affection. You would try to pull away, but Jackson would just pout up at you and bat his eyelashes. He would poke his lips out and making the kissy sound which would in turn make Bambam and Yugyeom echo the kissy sounds while the other guys just laughed. You would roll your eyes and peck Jackson’s lips before you brushed his hair from his face.

*big pout* “You missed.”

Jinyoung

Cue actor Jinyoung. The smile on his face is tight as he tries not to show how he really feels since Yugyeom is watching his reaction like a hawk. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand while staring up into your eyes. He smiles and shakes your wrists a little before he kisses your fingers again and lets go of your hand. Once you leave Jinyoung’s ears turn a little red and Yugyeom is on it! The little shit is teasing Jinyoung bad...Jaebeom may have to step in so that he doesn’t get murdered.

“Enjoy your nap, love. Call me if you need anything.”

Youngjae

A blushing mess, can’t help but stumble over his words as your face comes into his view. The moment your lips touch his forehead, his soul leaves his body and he turns to a puddle of mush. You giggle to yourself and pat Youngjae’s chest before you smile at the other guys and head to your room for a nap. Youngjae whines and hides his face in his hand while his ears are bright red.

“Ya! Y/n-ah...their trying to kill me.”

Bambam

You gotta be quicker than that! He would see you coming and pull you down for a deep kiss, giggling as you push away from him. He would peck your cheek and litter your wrist in little kisses before he leaned his head back against you. He wouldn’t care that the guys were there, he only cared about you and he never let you sleep without knowing that you were loved. He picks himself up off the couch and lets the guys know that he’ll be right back after he tucks you in.

“Come on baby, let me tuck you in. Can’t have you getting cold.” *evil lil glint in his eyes*

Yugyeom

No, nope, don’t even. You know damn well that the guys will tease him and his needs to taste your lips, always. Yugyeom would take it on the chin and pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wanna play this game? That’s fine, but Yugyeom will win. He lets you get comfy in his lap and traces small circles on your lower back, easing you into a safe place as you drift off to sleep in his embrace. He’s a little shit because he knows the guys won’t say a word to him about it while you are right there.

“Where are you doing, sweetness? Come here for a moment.”

#got7 reactions #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #got7 #kpop ambw #gender neutral reader #got7 fluff #soc got7 #exqueuese me #forehead kisses

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brookheimer · 1 year

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i’m going to be <3 honest <3 and say that roman has never looked hotter then when he was being decisive last ep. like obviously it’s bad BUT i cannot lie it was very refreshing to see him play the game like ken & shiv have been all season !!

i appreciate the honesty this is a space of full support and respect <3 but i must speak my truth as well — while i loved roman this ep truly (read: would kill him if he were real) i’m a long floppy haired roman girl at heart….. the rly short sides this season are an attack against me personally

also yes i’m always a proponent of roman Playing The Game like those r always some of my fav rome eps (see: too much birthday) bc it’s when he’s in that mindset that certain aspects of his way of thinking (ab business/himself/family/the world at large/etc) are like most explicitly shown and it’s always so fascinating and hard to watch at the same time! talked ab this a lot with too much birthday but Playing The Game is EXACTLY the right phrase for what he’s doing bc he, unlike all the other sibs (and everyone but logan, tbh), really does view it as just that: a game to be played. but while logan viewed it like that in a more, like, Everything Can Be Manipulated Everyone Is A Pawn It’s A Chess Match way, roman views it as a game in the Guys Cmon It’s Literally Just A Game It Doesn’t Actually Fucking Mean Anything Why Are You So Mad Is It Just Cuz Im Winning For Once way etc etc etc. agh i wrote a whole ass post ab this last year i’ll go back and find it n link it here in a sec for anyone interested i don’t have the mental capacity to reiterate it in any meaningful way rn LOL

EDIT: okay this is the one about the ‘game’ thing but it’s a lil different from what i’d say now or at least how i’d say it — i emphasized like empathy and how roman is sympathetic and why his actions make sense from a human perspective bc this was right after too much birthday and the general consensus was Roman Is An Evil Sociopath And I Unironically Want Him Dead so a lot of this was me being like guys. guys. calm down. he’s acting like this for a reason. it’s still very shitty but it’s not just pure malice or anything let’s look at this from a character perspective okay etc etc etc. there’s also this one which covers similar stuff that i think i maybe stand by a little more now altho i haven’t read it again lately so who knows! linking it anyways cuz who cares

#succession #succession spoilers #asks #anon #casey shut the fuck up about roman roy #sure #long post

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who-dat-homeless · 9 months

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Thoughts on a coffee theory

Okay let’s get it out of the way -- it’s not a “debunking theory” post. I do believe that coffee theory based, it got a lot of arguments and evidence, and at the very end its interesting and entertaining.

Yet still I don’t like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

1. It’s just destroying any conflict

Aziraphale and Crowley at the end of the season got a very interesting conflict of ideologies. They both don’t like heaven/hell, they both understand that it’s a very toxic “organizations” that hurt people in the same manner the only difference is in the wrapping. They both want to live on earth amongst humans, they want their little lives left alone to do their little human things, sleep, going out, listen to Shostakovich. Yet they can’t be left alone as long as heaven and hell exists and they both know it.

BUT.

They have different solution to this problem. Aziraphale truly believes he can change the system on the inside, that just one angel with good intentions can change everything. Crowley truly believes that he can always run away, pretend he didn’t see big scary monster so it wont touch him.

And I’d say they both wrong. As one single person could never change non material force of “system”, this person can’t just pretend that everything is fine. They’ll be haunted, they’ll be lonely, never finding a place to stay, afraid of intimacy as any other moment can make them run again.

And how interesting( and good from a writing point) it would be to look for them both to realize they’re wrong and go looking for the third secret thing that finally can put their fears at ease?

And if Aziraphale is just “hypnotized” then it’s all for nothing, Crowley just needs to walk to him, take him by the hand and un-hypnotize him. Idk how about you but for me is a tad bit boring. You can put this plot in one 45 minutes and be done. But ideological differences... Yeah baby, give me some heart wrecking fighting of their sole beings.

2. Juicy religious trauma gone

Religious imagery and religious traumas are gorgeous on their own. Are you fearful of the higher power? Or are you feeling less lonely knowing that there’s someone who’ll always be by your side? Do you like to know that you’re life goes according to plan? Do you feel satisfaction from knowing that your moral codex is “holy”? (insert any themes about cults and systems in here)

It’s so nice to see explorations of these themes in media. AND NOW IMAGING EXPLORING THEM ON THE EXAMPLE OF THE ANGELES THEMSELVES - BEINGS WHO ARE _THE RELIGION_ WHO CAN’T JUST GO AWAY FROM IT, WHO CAN’T JUST BE A NORMAL “PEOPLE” WITH THEIR LIVES WITHOUT IT And again. If it’s just the coffee -- one session of un-hypnotizing and everything is resolved on it’s own.

3. It’s striping away impact of characters decisions

If its not even a character’s decision - why care? Again, un-hypnotize him and everything is good again, I’m more than sure that if Aziraphale is really drugged Crowley would not hold any grudge and welcome him back as easy as it possibly can. If it inevitably leads to no conflict at all, no arcs, no realizations, no growth, why would I care?

4. LET AZIRAPHALE BE BASTARD

LET HIM BE SHITHEAD, LET HIM BE EVIL, LET HIM BEEEE FOCKEN BITCHHHHHHH

We have soooo many kind moments with Crowley and so little of Aziraphale being absolutely the worst. I can only remember him wanting to kill a kid, but let’s be honest, in that particular situation it was more morally grey.

They supposed to be neither, human like, making mistakes, fixing them. But with the coffee theory it’s almost like “Aziraphale did nothing wrong! Ever! In his life!” Nah, let him be a lil bit messy, it would bring a fine flavor to this whole mess of situationship

And I saw someone made a point that “Oh Aziraphale WOULD NEVER tell Crowley that he’s the bad guy!!!!”

Yeah but there’s exists thins little thing, y’know, called “EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION”. Aziraphale have being abused by heaven and sadly he took over some of this behavior. For me in this moment he tries to shame Crowley AS HE KNOWS HE LOVES HIM. he wants Crowley to defend himself to say that _he_ is not the bad guy, so Aziraphale can further more prove that Crowley has to come to heaven with him, he want’s him to feel guilty for the feeling Aziraphale has, SO CROWLEY WOULD STAY WITH HIM, SO CROWLEY WOULD BACK OFF AND TRY TO GO BACK TO WHERE THEY WERE AND AZIRAPHALE WOULD NEVER EVER HAS TO CONFRONT THOSE FEELINGS AGAIN.

“Nothing lasts forever” HE DOSEN’T CARE (he does but not in the context of this analysis) ABOUT HIS SHOP HE JUST WANTS TO BE WITH CROWLEY AND HE THREATENS HIM. He says him in the face “We can end at any moment. I can end US at any moment. And you can’t do anything about it” He bluffs and so he shoots himself in the leg

HE LOVES CROWLEY BUT BECAUSE HE STILL IS IN THE POSSESION OF HEAVEN THE ONLY LOVE HE KNOWS IS THREAT AND VIOLENCE

And he even did this kind of the manipulating before!!In the first episode when he tells Crowley that he can leave if won’t going to help him. And he even admits that he said it because he wanted Crowley to help him. So the thing at the ending of the 6th episode is in character!!

And again. Coffee theory would strip this all away. All of this juicy internal/external conflict. Aziraphale is once again just a damsel in distress waiting for her prince to save her. IN CONCLUSION

I like coffee theory as a bandage to my broken heart. I like it as an idea that would hold my broken spirit after the mess I’ve witnessed. I like it as an entertaining, seeing how people play with this idea in fics.

I don’t like it as a plot possibility

P.S. also this theory means there’s no possibility for us to see Aziraphale’s apology dance AND I NEED TO SEE IT

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #inneffable husbands #azicrow #anthony j crowley

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cutetehe · 2 years

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ight little request cause your writing is keeping me alive right now ngl

so last week I impulsively shaved my head ( like I didnt go full-on mr worldwide more like a buzz cut) so now I just live to see obey me hcs for a male mc who did the same shit

*evil laughter*

also THANK YOU 🙏

Male Mc shaves their head, how do the brothers react?

don’t ask why these are short as hell- I’m having writers block😪

lil story

Mc stares at himself in the mirror for ten minutes trying to hype himself up to cut his hair after noticing how long his hair was, Mc wasn’t gonna pay 20,000 Grimm for a haircut! That’s just insane

Mc finally decides to go for it, he grabs his shaver and hopes for the best

“For the love of god- or Diavolo please let my haircut turn out decent” Mc mumbles under his breathe before cutting their hair

While mc was cutting his hair he cut off his hair a little to low

“shit- okay I’ll just cut it short don’t freak out” Mc thought before total chaos happened

Mc kept cutting his hair shorter and shorter after every mistake until he was left with a buzz cut and a bundle of sadness

After mc realized what he did he is in disbelief

Mc just stares at himself in the mirror for an entire hour until accepting that, he has a buzz cut and can’t fix it

Then he realized-

HE HAS DINNER WITH THE BROTHERS

Lucifer

When you showed up to dinner with a beanie on he knew something was up

He just ignored it until one of his brothers pointed it out

When one of his brothers pointed out the beanie mc choked

“I might’ve…maybe…. shaved off my hair” mc says sheepishly

The table was silent

“YOU DID WHAT” Mammon yells

“It doesn’t look bad! I actually sorta like it” Mc says while taking off his hat

Lucifer didn’t know how to react

Your hair definitely wasn’t bad but it’s so different that it looked funny at first

Lucifer is definitely the first one to get used it… sorta

One time when he was walking past the hallway he sees some dude with no hair and didn’t recognize you

He thinks you are the only person that can shave their head and actually look good doing it

Mammon

When he heard you cut your hair his jaw was hanging

He’s debating on if he likes it or if he liked your old hair cut more

Both your haircuts were good but… A BUZZ CUT HAS THAT FUNNY FEELING WHEN YOU BRUSH YOUR HAND THROUGH IT SO HE LIKES YOUR BUZZ CUT MORE

Brushes his hand against your hair all. the. time.

At first he thought he’d hate your hair but he actually finds it cool

cool to touch that is…💀

He thinks a buzz cut looks nice on you but doesn’t want you to know

LEVIIIII

Mic drop but with a fork out of shock

He freaks out for like twenty minutes

Then he remembers the amount of bad ass characters with buzz cuts

He slowly starts to like it

Not slowly almost immediately

He went from “ YOUR BEAUTY IS RUINED” to “…wait why is it actually sorta hot”

He asks if you are cold often ever since you cut off your hair

Honestly he likes it cause when you guys cuddle your hair isn’t in his face

Satan

“wait what” Is all that went through satan mind

“Did- did you do that on purpose???” Satan just confused tbh

After you explain to him what happened he’s just chill about it

“I did the same but instead of shaving all of it off I just use my hair to hide my bald spot”

“YOU HAVE A BALD SPOT??” Mc asks a little to loud- now Asmo knows

I headcanon that he has a bald spot

After Satan saw how Lucifer didn’t recognize you he plans out so many pranks to do on Lucifer

ASMOOO!!!!

Asmo more sad that you didn’t come to him for a haircut than the buzz cut surprisingly

“You aren’t freaking out that I have a buzz cut??” You say surprised

“Uh no?? Why would I care, You are still attractive with it”

“…also cause I have a ton of accessories to match you and your buzz cut” Asmo says honestly

He’s going to carry so many beanies to make sure you aren’t cold

BEEEEL

i fucking love Beel

I don’t even think he would care

He probably had one at one point

He’s still confused on why you did it though

“Why’d you shaved off your hair?” Beel asks casually

“New look” Mc lied to avoid the embarrassment

“oh cool- anyways wanna go to Hell’s Kitchen?”

Beel would 100% carry earmuffs so your ears don’t get cold though

belphegor

stuck in the attic *says this as if I’m not at story 77*

that’s my excuse today for not doing him

Masterlist

Do y’all like what I did with the masterlist text

#obey me x male mc #obey me headcanons #obey me x male reader #obey me satan x male mc #obey me mammon x male mc #obey me lucifer x male mc #obey me beelzebub x male mc #obey me leviathan x male mc #obey me asmo x male mc #obey me asmodeous x male mc #obey me male mc #plz give me ideas I have 8 drafts that I don’t wanna do

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Ahhh just came to give my thoughts about the chapter 5! Firstly, thank you so much for the consistent uploads!!! Shin and mc are so so cute like the romcom vibes just makes my heart melt, it’s giving Italian summer 50s mobster vibes and I have no idea how else to explain that? Truly sad he’s not an option, tho I seriously hope we see more of him and the forbidden love that can never happen :(((

Your fluff writing is so good oml!

Okay and regarding characters:

Izanas characterization is so evilllll like he doesn’t even have the canon of having no family because he does in fact have family, dude is just so evil and the green monster for mc is corroding him istg he’s the “if i can’t have no one else can” typa guy,,, and the amount of projecting he is doing onto the mc

I could see Izana k*lling or seriously harming reader again, and can only imagine how mad shin would be with that threat at the end of chap 5 like izana unraveling the sano family which was the very thing he was afraid of happening would just be so karmic

Mikey u loserrrrr but fr he’s starting to become so lovesick in such a twisted way and I am so scared for his reaction the whole shin visit

In terms of who I think will betray reader: Hina (at least im just praying fnwkof) she’s so salty and jealous, and I lowkey wonder if she purposely set reader up to fail that test

On that Emma x mc x draken pipeline but im just in denial

Like I could see Emma becoming dark for a few reasons, but I don’t think it’d be in a straight way that would deliberately harm reader, she’s arguably one of the characters who is most obsessed with mc , I could see her being manipulative so that reader has no one else but her, slowly destabilizing mc (pls I love a gay yandere *jcjekfj),,, and drakennnnn I love the idea of him being fond for reader instead of jealous but I KNOW that’s not canon to the story

Side note but I loveee Mitsuya and his lil crush on mc, and mc is so precious like she does nooooot deserve this and i don’t understand how she’s making everyone obsessive in just evil ways but i guess honey attracts more flies than vinegar

N e ways im so excited to see where you decide to go with the rest of the story, but no rush and take care of yourself!!!

Ahhh thank you so much! I genuinely live for you guys theories!

Ahh thank you! I haven't written fluff in a while so I'm glad you really liked it! I did take some inspiration for Reader and Shin scenes from a telenovella I was watching at the time "The Rich also cry" and another one I don't recall the name and Shinichiro kind of reminds me of Michael from "the Godfather" by Mario Puzzo, the unwilling heir to a criminal business yknow (I haven't read the Godfather since I was like 15. I should pick it up again soon), so yeah.

PLEASE. It is so not looking good for Hina's public image right now. First not writing te test for reader and then the wrong scores 😭 my goodness.

Also i love gay yandere pleaseeee. In a way, Emma is a little bit obssessed, but she has a good head on her shoulders, unlike her brothers and still sees reader as a good person. Although she tends to impose her will on reader a lot. Draken has a love-hate relationship with reader but I don't think I'll have enough time to explore that dynamic.

IZANA AND MIKEY ARE sooo funny to me. Like they are a combination of stupid, losers and selfish 😭. I don't want to spoil chapter 5 or say things that might not make it to the final cut but let's just say they are HUGE assholes.

Honey does attract more flies than vingear. Very true. Thank you so much nonnie.

#monsters ♡

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