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moonspirit · 9 months

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Hello, Moon!

For the director's cut game:

In Planetisimal Feelings, what's your input on the scars on Annie's lower back, how she was afraid of letting people see them, including Armin, but grew to be more comfortable with Armin seeing them (later chapters)

Falling into Neptune (my personal favorite of the series!), the scene where Annie describes Armin's shoulders and hands, how she thought he might grow and become

As for VBEOW, you know I want more about Annie's thought process buying the family name seal (and maybe even receiving it later on)

Best of luck!

-Clouds

Heya clouds! And thanks for asking xD This becomes a little hehe sexy toward the end xD

1. PF, Annie's Scars.

So it's my personal headcanon that pre-shifter scars and marks remain intact even during limb regeneration and Titan healing. Good old Ymir in the paths probably has an anatomy book for every shifter in history to make sure she doesn't mess them up when she rebuilds their legs and arms. Anyway, this is why Annie has scars at all, in this series. Wounds she sustained from her dad's training.

I think Pre-Armin Annie would've cared very little who saw what and what they made of it. Post Armin however and her realisation that he saw her as a nice person, she develops a whole avalanche of emotions that she doesn't really figure out. But anyway at this point, she wants to be a good person for him... But her scars are a memory of her ugly upbringing. Proof that she was trained "not to be good", in direct contrast with Armin who's the epitome of goodness. It doesn't really matter atp because he traps her, she crystallizes and any emotional advancements between the two is pretty much doomed before it even progressed.

Post Rumbling, she's alive, he's alive, they've talked their feelings out and it can't be ignored anymore. Armin who stopped the Rumbling because he's never been a person who's liked the idea of killing anybody ever, and Annie, who killed so many out of a selfish/desperate desire to go home. She feels ugly. Not good enough. Not "clean" enough. She doesn't want him to see it. She also doesn't want him to see proof of the shit she went through as a child because now, it all seems pathetic. Her life has been a pathetic existence. What would he think of her, wanting to go back to the very man who gave her those scars? At least, these are her fears.

But then, throughout the series, Armin wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn't seem to be fazed by anything belonging to her past. He pops a vague-ish "will you marry me" question in PF. Tells her how much he desired her, physically, in Falling into Neptune. In TFLM, he tells her it's okay to live and desire happiness despite everything and that he wants to live his life loving her. Most importantly, there's the letter he gives her in which he very clearly promises to "Love her in all the ways it is possible to love her and maybe someday, the pain that rests in the scars on her back will no longer be a bad memory." which is basically a moment of reveal for her that he already knows about them through Bertholdt's memories. And he still loves her just the same. He doesn't see her as a used war weapon, now useless; he sees her as a girl, a woman, his future.

Her fears begin to dissipate. In VBEOW, she goes through a lot of reckoning over her feelings and her needs and desires, trying to make sense of them beyond just the surface level sexual frustration, and she makes several reckless (and cute) decisions that only serve to tell her that he means so much to her, more than she can even begin to describe. She wants him in her life, for good, for long, forever. And he reinforces all these beliefs by constantly telling her how much he loves her (too). By the time chap 5 comes and she learns of Pieck's sparse time with Porco, she understands the miracle it is to still have Armin alive, and the miracle of being granted long, ordinary, human lives. The scars will remain but she's fine with showing them to him, because it's Armin, he wants her and her alone, exactly for who she is and nothing more or less, and he's never going to let her go.

(More on her scars in chapter 11, Armin's going to... make good on that promise. Literally.)

2. Falling into Neptune - physical changes.

A horny midnight hour idea that arose out of the frustration of being robbed of the moment when Annie really SEES the man Armin's become, in canon material. Anyway. Since none of the sequels were planned at this stage, this was just a fic that focused on the purely physical traits that people grow to desire and want.

There's something to be said of a teenage girl's fantasies over a boy she likes. Annie, despite all her pessimism and seeming disinterest in romance and sex, was no exception. These thoughts are intrusive. You just can't help having them. At 15, as military trainees, while Armin was puny and frail, he was still taller than her. After becoming aware of her special fondness for him, she would've started becoming aware of... other things too. Like the size of his hand when he handed her a loaf of bread - a little bigger than hers. The protrusion on his throat that bobbed with every hearty laugh and shout. The back of his neck when the wind blew his hair away and how it would feel to hold onto it. The curve of her hips in contrast to his - slim and narrow. The wider shoulders compared to hers, narrow and small. The heat and scent of his body when he came especially close to her in totally normal situations, but her heart races. She would've gone to bed after training replaying all the little sounds he made while talking to her, all a little deeper in tone. She liked him, and he was a boy, so... different from her, a girl. At this age, you're hyper aware of every single change that you go through and she would've imagined how much taller he'd grow, how the features would change and etc. At the end of the day, she was just a girl with fantasies like anyone else.

At 19, things are very, very different. She's been listening to his voice deepen in register over four years, but seeing him is... a shock. Suddenly he's way taller. His shoulders are now broad. Much stronger. For all the strength and muscles she packs in her arms, his are now much bigger, and longer. Her neck, thin and long, and his neck, thicker and wider. The back of his neck, exposed permanently by that stupid gorgeous undercut that makes him look so good. Longer legs, thighs slimmer than hers but very firm and strong, and when she sits on his lap, she can feel how easily they remain in place and don't buckle under her weight. Waist and hips still narrow. When he turns his neck and yells at someone, she can see a vein straining. Beautifully long fingers and attractive as fuck forearms. The clench of a sharp jawline. He's lost the baby fat from his cheeks, but while he still looks a little boyish, there's no doubt that this is a man. And far sexier than in all her fantasies put together.

3. VBEOW, Annie's hanko.

So an unplanned but very significant subplot now, the hanko is, undeniably very cute xD While she doesn't find out about the hanko's existence until she actually visits the stamp maker, this subplot begins the very moment she undertakes Armin's job of getting that official seal made. The way I see it, the common family stamp in Japan is affixed on all official documents as a signature, and everyone carries one around. In VBEOW however, I made it so that a married couple has just one, and they share it. When she agrees to visit the stamp maker, she's already begun to share his responsibilities. Seeing the hanko there is just a physical manifestation of what she wants in their relationship, both consciously and sub-consciously.

She's also impulsive. Had Armin seen that hanko, he wouldn't have bought it. (If I can say it without spoiling, I'd say Armin's... going about this in a different way xD and I'm so excited to write this scene later on!) Armin is methodical and he'd have done it by the book, and got their hanko after being married. But Annie had one look at all the family names embossed so cutely in little rubber circles, and she thought "Oh... Arlert... would look nice on one of these."

All it took was once glance. And it becomes a fixation. Better at expressing her emotions by actions (sometimes not even that) than words, she runs back to the store the next day with enough money in her pocket, little to no thought of how it would look like to get a seal typically ordered after getting MARRIED of all things, until after she actually reaches there, she blurts out his surname and scrams back home, mortified and embarrassed. Subconsciously, she wanted something of him to keep with her at all times, but how embarrassing would it be to ask him to give her something of that sort? But here's a thing she can buy, put his name on it, and keep close.

Once she receives it out of the stamp maker's kindness (for free! basically trying to say that the things you do for love, in love, are priceless), she becomes instantly attached to it. At this point, she's still battling with putting a proper name and description to her love for him, so to have this little stamp carrying his name in her pocket, in her hands, something of her own that makes her happy and warm and safe and most importantly, loved (in contrast to the ring, that reminds her of awful things) feels like magic.

The hanko will be important in future too, and there will be plenty of cute shenanigans around it :D (some moments i'm literally DYING to write T^T)

Oh god sorry this is so long T^T I hope you made it through ifhsoighsgg.

#ask game #cloud-senpai #VBEOW #TFLM #AA in Ft Salta Series

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misty-wisp · 1 year

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I was always fascinated with Tarot Cards, so I did my reading on Each Omori Cast Member, here’s what I got.

Sunny - The Fool

UPRIGHT: Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit

REVERSED: Holding back, recklessness, risk-taking

The Fool… I wonder who this is? We all know a fool when we see one. Don’t we? Innocent and freedom? Or recklessness and risk-taking? Spontaneity… Actions without thought, but the consequences to match. Think. Think and don’t get burnt.

Mari - The High Priestess

UPRIGHT: Intuition, sacred knowledge, divine feminine, the subconscious mind

REVERSED: Secrets, disconnected from intuition, withdrawal and silence

Mystery, sensuality, and intuition. Trust your instincts and move on the path you think is best for you, without listening or trusting what others say. Look for your aims and dreams and all the symbols and signs that the Universe is sending you. Surely you could possess a good knowledge of things around you. Thus, wake up the divine female in you and search for the answers to the unknown.

Kel - The Chariot

UPRIGHT: Control, willpower, success, action, determination

REVERSED: Self-discipline, opposition, lack of direction

The Chariot! At the reins of a chariot, we would all feel safer. Taking control, relying on determination to make our choices. Valiant.. but in some cases foolish. Many seek refuge in chariots, but perhaps, in some cases, they're not as safe as we think they are.

Hero - The Emperor

UPRIGHT: Authority, establishment, structure, a father figure

REVERSED: Domination, excessive control, lack of discipline, inflexibility

The Emperor. Authority, paternity... You are on top of things and everything in under your control. It is your hard work, discipline and self control that have bought you this far. It means that you are in charge of your life now setting up your own rules and boundaries. Structures designed to topple, no? How the mighty may fall, and their empires with them.

Aubrey - Justice

UPRIGHT: Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law

REVERSED: Unfairness, lack of accountability, dishonesty

Justice... An eye for an eye. Not exactly, in some cases... but cause and effect. Actions and consequences. There's a balance to everything, and we all play a part in making sure the scales aren't tipped.

Basil - The Tower

UPRIGHT: Sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening

REVERSED: Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster

The Tower is sometimes interpreted as meaning danger, crisis, sudden change, destruction, higher learning, and liberation. Jump free of your troubles. Fight or flight. That’s the question we all ask ourselves… but often when leaping out of danger, we’re still faced with certain peril. Watch your step, it could be your last.

Omori - Judgment

UPRIGHT: Judgement, rebirth, inner calling, absolution

REVERSED: Self-doubt, inner critic, ignoring the call

Judgement. Judgement day is upon us! That's what you'd expect from this card, isn't it? Though perhaps in this case it's simpler than that. Perhaps one's own judgement, a snap decision to make, can save them from their own personal day of reckoning. Every step matters, every decision tipping the balance one way or the other.

You're playing with fire, talking to a Persona fan about the major Arcana. hehe. heheheh >:D

Very interesting observations, nonetheless! I agree with some of your associations, though I'd like to share my own two cents on the topic for fun!

Personally, I'd give Sunny the Moon Arcana. Its association with dreams and the unconscious fit him to a tee, no? Not to mention the reversed card represents repression of emotion...hehe...

The Priestess is a good choice for Mari, but I'd say the Empress suits her more, given her role in the group. Either one definitely works!!

I'd rather associate Kel with the Sun. It's heavily associated with joy and optimism, after all, and its reversed self representing too much optimism fits how I imagine Kel to have some cracks in that mask of optimism he wears.

I'd actually assign Aubrey the Chariot! Though now that I think about it, Justice fits her, too...

I wouldn't say the Emperor is fitting for Hero. Seems a bit too...traditionally masculine to me, especially considering Hero's character. I'd rather give him Temperance! It's representative of balance, which is something he really needs...Strength also works for him, imo

Basil and the Tower go hand in hand. I don't think I can come up with any commentary for it...though if you want a different perspective, I'd say the Hanged Man also fits him.

Ahh, giving Omori Judgement...Yeah, agreed! The Persona fan in me prefers to assign him the Aeon Arcana(it replaces Judgement in Aleister Crowley's Thoth deck!), though, given how characters associated with it aren't human. And they also go through an arc about finding a place in the world even though they feel out of place in it but shhh

#before anyone asks yes monty gets the wheel of fortune no questions asked #if i looked into them i probably would've talked about the minor arcana too...tee hee #ask #johnlocsin-johnyakuza

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deepseacolors · 5 months

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DW9:E Male Custom Officer event quotes

A small selection of event quotes for the different custom officer voice types. I put this together to use as a reference to help pick out suitable voices for my custom characters.

Female custom officer: [LINK]

COURAGEOUS YOUNG MAN / YOUTH / BOY

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I have a dream. A dream to rule over these lands. Will you join me? Aide: Of course! My ambitions lie together with you! Unaffiliated: I’m still insignificant at the moment, but one day this world will be mine!

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: Nobody can tease apart the bond we shall form this day! Officer B: Until the day I die, I shall not forget this oath we have sworn on this land!

Confession- Confessor: I just can’t contain my feelings for you any longer! I love you! And I always will! Would you spend the rest of your life with me?

Capture- Ruler: I could really use someone like you. Care to join my forces? Enemy General: Showing mercy to your enemies... A sign of true nobility.

LEARNED BOY / YOUNG MAN / YOUTH – (“Learned boy” sounds like a child.)

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I will see an end to this turbulent time. Would you offer your help? Aide: Understood. I will do whatever little I can to help you achieve your ambitions! Unaffiliated: This isn’t the end of my ambitions! I’m going to take this world, you’ll see!

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: I will never forget this day, the day that we swear an oath binding us. Officer B: Let us swear upon this land that we will strive to help each other in our times of need.

Confession- Confessor: I must ask your forgiveness in advance for the abruptness of what I am about to say. I love you. Please, give me the honor of protecting you for the rest of my life.

Capture- Ruler: It would be a shame to lose someone like you. Will you join my forces? Enemy General: So you’re not going to kill me? And you want me to join you? Hmm.

TOUGH YOUNG MAN / YOUTH / MAN – (Brash and rude ore-sama type. “Tough man” sounds somewhat calmer and more mature.)

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I’ll make this land mine! You’re helping me, got it? Good. Aide: I’m with you! But you better see this thing through, alright? Unaffiliated: Just you watch! I’m going to take this world for myself!

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: Bet you can’t believe your luck right now, getting to chum up with me. Well, I’m kinda happy too, you know? Haha! Officer B: Let’s shake the world up a bit, alright? We can swear it on this land, right now!

Confession- Confessor: Ah… How do I put this… I’ve take a liking to you. That’s why I think we should be together from now on. How ‘bout it?

Capture- Ruler: I can use someone like you. Any objections to joining me? Enemy General: What? No finishing blow? Hehe… Well I just hope you don’t regret it afterwards.

STERN YOUNG MAN / YOUTH / MAN

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I will set out to unify this land. Will you accompany me on my journey? Aide: As you wish. Make use of me however you see fit. Unaffiliated: The time for lying low has come to an end.

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: This oath that we swear binds us together, and may we help each other in our times of need. Officer B: I shall never forget how we talked of dreamed ambitions here today.

Confession- Confessor: Perhaps I have approached this too formally, but a sudden wave of nerves has washed over me… I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. What do you say?

Capture- Ruler: A blade swung without reason is mere violence. I would have you join me instead. Enemy General: If I am to live on for another day, then perhaps I should consider myself fortunate...

CONFIDENT YOUNG MAN / YOUTH / MAN

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I’ll do whatever it takes to rule over this land. Not that I even need to ask, but you’re with me, right? Aide: Sure. I reckon you’ll let me spread my wings and use my talents to their full potential. Unaffiliated: Hah! Is that our competition? We’ll have them licking our boots in no time!

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: I don’t go around swearing oaths with just anyone, you know? You should feel honored. Officer B: I bet they’ll sing songs about this place. As the land where we formed our bond and started our legend together.

Confession- Confessor: You truly are an exquisite creature. Only someone like you would be suitable to be my wife. So how about it? Be with me, and I might even promise to make you happy.

Capture- Ruler: I believe you’d flourish under my command. Will you join me in my grand endeavor? Enemy General: So you have taken notice of my potential? You have a good eye for talent, I’ll give you that.

STERN / SPRIGHTLY / IMPULSIVE VETERAN – (Old man who often references his age. “Stern” is even and calm; “Sprightly” is more energetic; “Impulsive” is raspier and speaks faster.)

Take Up Arms- Ruler: Age has little effect on one’s ambition. Will you lend me your hand so that we may end this terrible time? Aide: As you wish. I am sure you will find good use for my experience accumulated over decades. Unaffiliated: I’m a later bloomer, perhaps, but I’m still going to bloom my best.

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: From this day forth we are to be united by oath. It brings me joy to walk alongside you. Officer B: We shall swear upon this land. Let us bear each other’s burdens for as long as we may draw breath!

Confession- Confessor: I have lived through more winters than I should care to mention, yet, this is the first time I have ever felt like this. I want to spend the rest of my days by your side. Would you consider my proposal?

Capture- Ruler: This is such a sorry place for someone to die. Would you not join my ranks instead? Enemy General: You would ask me to shame myself… Well, I suppose there is no other choice.

STERN / SPRIGHTLY / QUIET OLD TACTICIAN – (Old man who often references his years of experience. “Stern” is raspier; “Sprightly” sounds somewhat calmer than the others; “Quiet” is deep and a little unemotional.)

Take Up Arms- Ruler: Perhaps it is finally time that I dust off my armor. Would you follow me, and help put an end to this chaos? Aide: My wisdom and long years of experience have all been for this cause. Your cause. Unaffiliated: Yes, I suppose it is still not too late to take rule over this land.

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: It is truly a good thing to have a comrade one can trust. This alliance will bring out the best in us both. Officer B: No man may fracture our kinship. Let us swear upon this land!

Confession- Confessor: When I am with you, the world seems a more beautiful place. I can feel a spring in my step. Becoming husband and wife would be the zenith of happiness for me...

Capture- Ruler: Think calmly for but a moment! Is this truly the place you would choose for your death? Enemy General: So your machinations involve me being alive...

OLD FASHIONED BOY / YOUNG MAN / MAN- (Calm and formal. “Boy” sounds like a teenager; “Man” is very deep.)

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I will stand up for peace in this land. Would you lend me your blade in assistance? Aide: As you command. My power is yours to wield. Unaffiliated: Now we’ll see just how far my skills can get me!

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: It is an utmost honor to swear an oath with you! I hope this kinship brings us a brighter future! Officer B: Let us swear upon this land that we shall perform great deeds!

Confession- Confessor: At first, I thought to write you a love letter, yet, I wanted to see the reaction on your face. It is my wish that we could be husband and wife. Would… would you accept my proposal?

Capture- Ruler: I can tell you possess great ability. Will you consider joining me? Enemy General: It shames me to be the recipient of such mercy...

FREE SPIRITED YOUNG MAN / YOUTH / MAN

Take Up Arms- Ruler: I will need your help to fulfill my dream of ruling the world. Are you in, or out? Aide: Well, if you really think I can help you, I’ll do my best. Unaffiliated: Well, I just need to stick to the plan, and my chance will come.

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: I finally have a comrade that I can rely on for anything. This calls for a celebration! Officer B: And now we have sworn a pact together. I will remember every detail of this day as long as I live.

Confession- Confessor: Night and day, I can’t get you off my mind. I’ve fallen for you big time. I’m done goofing off. I’m going to take things more seriously. So… umm… Would you marry me?

Capture- Ruler: A new master will not change who you are. Wouldn’t you agree? Enemy General: Haha! What now! Are you even for real? Nobody is that nice!

NOBLE BOY / YOUNG MAN / OLD MAN – (“Boy” sounds like a preteen/young teenager.)

Take Up Arms- Ruler: From this moment on, I have decided to rule over this land. Will you join me? Aide: Understood. I fear my capabilities may be limited but I will try in earnest to support you. Unaffiliated: So those are the traits of a true leader… Perhaps one day I may hope to be the same.

Oath of Brotherhood- Officer A: From here on out, we are bound to this cause. Through glory and hardship, united! Officer B: Then let us combine our strengths and spread our wings over this land that is rightly ours.

Confession- Confessor: This era of chaos wears so heavily on my heart. But with you by my side… I feel that the burden is lifted. If only I could spend the rest of my life with you. What do you say?

Capture- Ruler: It would be a shame to lose someone of your skill. Would you consider exercising your abilities under my command instead? Enemy General: You would spare my life? Who am I to refuse this kindness...

#dynasty warriors #dynasty warriors 9 empires #dw9e #girumitalks #girumi's dwe quote bonanza

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yeonjuins · 2 years

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oh no, I was hoping that the weather was going to be better by then SJSKS but hopefully by the time I send this ask, it’s pretty again ♡︎ (it’s actually raining here now and I’m feeling so sluggish) but hopefully you get to experience some kind of warm weather soon :)

no but it makes sense because I was like that during my senior year for those exact same reasons and boy- was I in for a reckoning ,, just enjoy the time of you not having to study for now KAKSKS but yeah I do get it, maybe during your break you can get a routine back going on or something or once you start uni

Yeah I’m actually feeling okay about them, ♡︎ like at least I tried and made it to the end yknow? it’s not much else I can do at this point and exactly! Like idk I feel like it’s pointless KAKSKS but yes everything is well! ♡︎

I know I know <3 I want to though, that’s why I’m making a mission to get them (also because I don’t want you to feel like I just don’t want to be a pen pal or like make you feel rejected?? Idk but I just want to give you the reassurance that I want to this but I get so caught up in things that it slips my mind) but SKSKSKKDDK I’m still going to try to get them!! I want to at least send something back to you so we can be even (I know I said I set a reminder but I forgot to set the reminder) but if I forget about the stamps again, I’ll just message you my response to your letter and we’ll go from there ♡︎♡︎ ( I’m actually going to try again this Friday to get them (•̀ᴗ•́)و)

thank you, I will ♡︎

well I’m glad it helps value you your internship more when you talk to your employer about that ♡︎ and ooh she said what was trying to say but better SKSKSK but It’s normal to feel that way though, it might be the inexperienceness (I know thats not a word but it’s a word today) that makes you feel that way but it’s alright I promise, you just have to take it at your own pace, everything will eventually start being virtuous for you ♡︎♡︎

You’ll be done with high school before you know it And once your internship is over with, you can even pick shifts back up and everything will get back on track ♡︎

But yes it has been well, despite it being rainy/stormy and it making me very sleepy SJSJSK I’m forcing myself to stay awake so I found this tv show called Van Helsing to watch :) and yes I was taking breaks between my studying and exams

I’m actually done with them now so yay!! ♡︎

scuffling over here to answer this u alrdy know what the preface is (lengthy response!)

HAII MY LOVE ur patience with me responding to ur asks amazes me.... i love u firstly, secondly, i hope u have been well my angel

the weather is in fact really bright and sunny nowadays (: which makes me very very happie hehe... i got hit with a lot of good news recently so i'm super satisfied and feel like life is ! going okay ! PAHAHHAH i got another scholarship to my program !!! i now have two !!!! and i'll also be moving in the summer then moving again hopefully to my own apartment (": i'm very excited for whats to come and i finally feel like life is just moving after so long of it being still...

how did your exams go? do you know your results yet ;0 ? regardless of how you did, i'm sure u did fine and that U ARE VERY SMART TO ME NO MATTER WHAT THE ACADEMIC SCORING SAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm very very excited to get your letter whenever that arrives <3 did you send it out yet ??! i'll make sure to keep an eye out and look into my mailbox daily (can confirm . i've made it a daily routine to look at my mailbox LMFAO)

thank you for ur reassuring words my love... and truly ! i will be done with high school soon enough (": it's shocking to me that i'm pretty much at the end of the year now and i'm doing my second last final assignments... grad is coming soon which i'm very excited for and i decided to get pampered next month for it !!!!! i'll do everything i've always been wanting to do but never treated myself to doing !!!! (will be getting nails, hair, and eyelashes done hehe)

i hope the weather there has been better for u... genuinely bad weather makes me zzz but we already established that (": u deserve sunny days that are kind and gentle to you bringing you loads of happiness my angel ;;

#asks #humming anon

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secretsappyabode · 2 years

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PLEASE i appreciate your support and kind words on my date night art with Kabu it was a DELIGHT to read, thank you Tiff ✨🧡!!!!!!!!

I wanted to ask, what're your favorite qualities about Stan? What would he say his favorite qualities about you are 👀?

Clover @tex-treasures

WAAAAHH OF COURSE ITS MY PLEASURE!!! :>

(rubs my fuckin hands together) fave qualities eh? HOO where do I start

My fave qualities are; the goofy grin he gets when he tells a bad joke. he likes to entertain ppl any chance he gets, even if the jokes are terrible. second, his fighting skills 👀👀, not only is it cool to watch him beat up some bad guys, or fight against zombies, but also??? hot as hell 😳💦 his hugs!! big arms to hold me with, big round belly to squish and hold onto, the way i can bury my face into the crook of his neck!!! good shit!!! and sometimes his stubble scratches my face a bit hehe he has a rough exterior but he’s also a big softie on the inside. look hes a jerk, but he has a heart of gold. no matter how much he might try and play it off, he cares abt the ppl in his life, and its just really nice to see!! hes also protective over his family; despite everything he just goes all out for them like he loves his family so much to the point of self sacrifice and aaaaa ;A; also???? hes just so endearing all together!! like yeah he has his charisma, yknow what with him being a conman and all that, but the mans cute ok!!!! he sings to himself whenever hes doing some mundane task, he made dipper and mabel fishing hats, he tears up when mabel gives him the “our hero” sash, HES JUST SO ;;;;;;A;;;;;;; one more thing i gotta mention, he can be pretty perceptive. he can tell when ppl are sad, and will always offer to listen to them talk. and sometimes he helps take their mind off of whats bothering them! that rly helps me out, cuz sometimes i struggle with expressing my negative feelings, and i tend to just shrug it off. but stan manages to sniff them out, and he pulls me to the side like “hey i noticed you were doing this lately, something troubling ya?” and then we just talk abt it. it helps me string a proper sentence together and sort out my thoughts. he helps keep things real, cuz sometimes i dont even notice smth is bad until hes like “oof hon thats not ok. you cant let them treat you like that.” he helps me recognise bad treatment and disrespect, and im forever grateful for that cuz shits hard to tell sometimes ;A;

As for stan I reckon he’d say smth like this: “Fave qualities about her? Geez, where do I even start? Okay, first things first, she is the sweetest most adorable gal I’ve ever met. I’m not kiddin’ when i say she’ll give ya cavities. Second, she…she always knows what to say, y’know? Sometimes when I’m having a day that’s just the absolute shits, she swoops in, says a couple of sweet words and BOOM, instant mood lifter. I don’t know how or where she gets this amount of wisdom from, but man, she knows just how to make ya feel heard and…and wanted. She’s great like that.

“She gives great hugs too, she’s so soft and squishy, i even tried to get her a patent for it!! Her hugs should be shared with the world! Could cure depression with that!! Heh heh, nah but for real, there’s just something about the way she holds ya. It’s so close and warm, comforting even. Look, I’m a big guy in case ya can’t tell, and I love bein’ the big spoon, but sometimes...sometimes you gotta let her do it. It’s-it’s just nice, yknow?

“OH!! how could I forget?? Her voice. Hooooo baby I could listen to her sing until I leave this crummy plane of existence. Even sirens are jealous of her, hell, I suspected her as one at the beginning. Not only does she have the voice of an angel, she’s got the most amazing laugh. If I make her laugh, I feel like a million bucks. Like, I KNOW I did something right if I got a laugh out of her. ‘Cause she’s really funny too!! The shit the comes outta her mouth, lemme tell ya.

“But there’s one thing I really do appreciate, it’s how patient and considerate she is with everyone. Don’t get me wrong, she’s definitely the kinda gal that can kick some serious butt when it counts, but THAT’S why she can be so intense. She believes in that “humans have always been kind” kinda stuff, and that’s somethin’ i’ve seen her fight for. It’s...kinda inspiring actually. The moment i saw her treat my brother with this...i dunno, gentleness? Just this straight forward kindness that’s kinda blunt but also...real? I dunno what I’m sayin’. But basically, I knew that she was a keeper the moment i saw those two together.

“WELP, that’s enough emotional vulnerability for today!! Eesh, i rambled too much. I gotta scram, but thanks again for the ask, kiddo! You take care, you hear?”

#stan loving hours #lovely people #TY SM FOR THE ASK WEEEE #tried smth new with this one heehee #once again i have rambled on for SO LONG FJHGDHGJJHFGJD #stan: goes on and on abt his gf regardless of whos listening #me: heehee him big and cute :>

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adorerdraco · 4 years

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It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute.

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours.

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren't afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I'm just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with.

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout.

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot.

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!”

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further.

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast.

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go.

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you.

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached.

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you'll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s.

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he'd come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him.

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him.

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly.

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him.

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists.

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

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shespeaksinsongs · 3 years

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Call Me By Your Name | Draco x Reader

A/N: Please pretend you can just waltz into Hogwarts like the little boy did, hehe. Hope you like it! I'm planning on releasing something else later today! <3

Summary: Y/N accidentally uses Draco's last name when introducing herself, even though they're not married yet.

Warnings/content: Fluff

Word count: 679 words

THANKS TO @firefly-graphics FOR THE DIVIDER! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

Y/N and Draco were working part-time at the Hogwarts library as receptionists while Madam Pince, the librarian, was on maternity leave.

"Excuse me," A small, young boy came running up to the service desk where Draco and Y/N sat. He was definitely about seven years old. "I was wondering where I could get a tour of the school."

"We don't do tours here, but we'd be happy to give you a look around!" Y/N smiled, glancing over at her boyfriend, who was seated beside her, reading a book Y/N had been obsessed with for months. "Draco." Y/N nudged his elbow to get his attention. "I was just telling this young man that we'd give him a tour of the school after our shift." Y/N said gently, caressing his thigh. Y/N had a way of getting the things she wanted. She knew Draco would have refused the offer Y/N made for him if she hadn't used her hands so skillfully.

"Yeah, we would." Draco said softly, smiling at his girlfriend.

"Great! Thank you!" The boy cheered happily.

"No problem, buddy." Y/N laughed. "If you need any more help until then, my name is Y/N Malfoy, and he's," Y/N pointed at the blond who sat next to her, mouth agape in shock. "Draco Malfoy." Y/N beamed, watching the little boy's figure disappear into the courtyard, right outside the library.

Y/N smiled to herself at the cute boy she'd just talked to and began organizing her and Draco's workstation out of boredom. "Babe, could you pass me the stapler? It's on your side." Y/N said without looking up, holding her hand out. When she didn't receive a response, she craned her neck to look at her boyfriend with a confused look on her face.

"You used my name." Draco said, finally.

"Yeah, of course, I did. What else would I call you?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she leaned over Draco to grab the blue stapler that was only a few inches away from him.

"That's not what I mean. I mean, you used my last name." Draco said again, staring at his girlfriend in absolute passion and warmth.

"What? No, I didn't!" Y/N exclaimed defensively, now trying to remember whether or not she did.

"You most certainly did, my love." Draco smirked, rolling his office chair closer to his girlfriend. "There were two witnesses there." He said, holding up his middle and index fingers before lazily kissing Y/N on the cheek.

A few seconds of embarrassed silence went by. "Alright, I did." Y/N confessed, letting her face fall flat in her hands.

"Don't be shy, dove." Draco whispered into Y/N's ear, making her skin crawl. "I fantasize about sharing my last name with you, too."

This made Y/N turn redder, but she let her hands fall down and slowly looked over at her boyfriend, who was simpering at his adorable girlfriend. "You do?" Y/N said, fighting a smile that was making its way towards her cheeks.

"All the time." Draco nodded, pressing a kiss to Y/N's lips. "Why don't we keep doing that? Calling you Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco asked, gently lifting Y/N to straddle his waist.

"I'd love that." Y/N smiled, kissing her boyfriend again and again.

"And that concludes our tour." Draco said snazzily, pulling Y/N closer to him by her waist.

"Thank you guys so much! Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy!" The little boy skipped off, his voice echoing off the vast and tall columns that held Hogwarts up.

"Do you reckon we could have one of our own one day?" Draco asked, referring to having children with the love of his life.

"Woah, slow down, love, we just got married!" Y/N joked. The two walked around the school for a few more minutes, not wanting to be anywhere but with each other. "Hm," Y/N chuckled, halting their steps. "I love you so so much." She wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, pulling him in close for a deep and intense kiss.

"I love you, too." Draco said, smothering her face with kisses, which made Y/N giggle. "Mrs. Malfoy."

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babybluebex · 3 years

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everyone loves an outlaw [arvin russell x reader smut]

➽ pairing: mob!arvin russell x fem!reader(y/n) ➽ word count: 2.2k ➽ summary: arvin works for your dad and you have to keep your relationship a secret. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, age gap (reader is legal tho!), fingering (f!receiving), praise kink, breeding kink ➽ a/n: mob!arvin goes brrrr hehe

In small towns, there weren’t many ways out. A job was the usual way-- graduate high school and get a job out of town and leave Coal Creek in your dust. Sometimes, though, the job search was fruitless and many people, young and old, were left to rot in West Virginia. That seemed to be the case for Arvin Russell. We went to high school together, him being a senior when I was a freshman, and I remember my father going on about him. “Gonna get him when he graduates,” Daddy said. “Not lettin’ somethin’ like him get outta here.”

Legally speaking, my dad’s business was in bail bonds. We had family in Chicago that we worked for, and the line of work that my father did was less on the end of selling the bonds and more towards extracting the payments. Coal Creek had a few names for what my family did-- “mob”, “mafia” (which were technically two different things, but the people in Coal Creek had no hope of ever distinguishing the two)-- but we preferred to call it family.

And, God almighty, Arvin Russell was in need of family. When he graduated, he had a bright future ahead of him, but that flame was put out when his little sister died. Lenora was a year ahead of me, quiet and reserved and very bookish, and it took the entire town by surprise when we heard that she had died. Rumors flew around as to why; she was sick and didn’t want to burden her family with her illness was a popular one. When Lenora died, Arvin lost his way. Wayward young men looking for protection and acceptance was my dad’s type when it came to employment.

He had me do it. I usually was the one to go out and hire young men. Papa realized fairly quickly that men would do basically anything I asked of them, including signing themselves into our little family, so, one day in my senior year of high school, I went to the garage where Arvin Russell worked. He split his time between road construction and the garage and, when I met him properly, he had grease all over his hands. “Hi, Arv,” I said sweetly.

His pink mouth had quirked into a smile. “Hey, doll,” he said. “You’re Y/N? From high school, ain’t ya? Ya daddy’s got that bail bond thing goin’?”

“That’s me,” I said. “I, uh…” I had a script that I had to stick to. “I… I was just wonderin’ if ya wanted to get dinner sometime. Maybe go to a drive-in? That car you’ve got is pretty neat.”

“You like my car?” Arvin asked, and I giggled out a yes. “Ya sure it’s the car ya like, doll?”

“Not as much as the driver,” I said, biting my lip. ‘C’mon, Arv, this is takin’ a lot of courage to ask ya.”

Arvin sat up from the rolling creeper he was at and wiped his hands on the thighs of his pants. “You really wanna go out with me?” he asked. His voice was dripping with absolute sarcasm, but his honey-colored eyes held something more hopeful. I knew, right then, that we got him.

“Well, yeah,” I mumbled sheepishly, picking at a loose thread on my blouse. “I’ve kinda had my eye on you since… Forever, I guess. I-I just think you’re outta sight, Arvin.”

Arvin’s eyes glanced over me, still wearing my clothes from school, and he gave me a smile, much more sincere than ever before. “Sure thing, doll,” he said softly. “What d’ya say to Friday night?”

Friday night came, and it was quickly obvious that the movie would be forgotten. Instead of that, Arvin and I ended up in the backseat of his car, his hand up my shirt, making marks on my neck that my dad would be mad at. I never planned on fucking Arvin and, while I had no qualms about doing so, I stopped when his long fingers began to dance at my panties. “Arvie,” I panted, grabbing his wrist. “I ain’t ever done nothin’ like this before. I-I just--”

Arvin kissed me softly, his hand holding my cheek tenderly. “No sweat, doll,” he told me. “We’ll go as fast or slow as you want. I’m here for you.”

I was supposed to break it off with him after that, but I just couldn’t. There was a bit of truth to what I said when I asked him out initially, that I had my eye on him for a while. I had always thought that Arvin was pretty cute, and I enjoyed the time I had with him. We had to sneak around, though, because my dad would have cast both of us out if he knew. While I was supposed to fluff up their egos and convince them to join the business, I wasn’t supposed to fool around with the guys my dad hired. Arvin was different, though, in a way that I couldn’t put my finger on. He was kinder, a gentler soul than most, hidden behind a gruff exterior.

School was grueling, but the sight of the old Chevy waiting in the parking lot for me brought me comfort. Arvin stood near the door of the school, smoking a cigarette as he waited for me, and a smile passed his face when he saw me.

“Arvin, you know damn well that you aren’t supposed to be here right now,” I hissed quickly. “My daddy’ll kill you.”

“I reckon he’d have to catch me first,” Arvin chuckled. His smile promised illicit moments in the coming minutes, and he added, “It looks like it’s gonna rain and I was thinkin’ of offering you a ride. Wouldn’t want ya to walk and get all wet and melt.”

“Why would I melt?” I asked. “I ain’t no witch.”

“Nah, but you’re all made of sugar,” Arvin told me. “C’mon, babydoll. I know you want to. I might even buy you a milkshake if you’re good to me.”

“Good to you?” I laughed. “Right, ‘cause that’s my goal in life, Arv, is to please you. Fuck off.”

“Dolly’s got an attitude today,” Arvin drawled around his cigarette. His dark eyes were full of energy and promised nothing but fun, and the fact that he hadn’t given up his advances yet let me know that he saw right through my fake resistant measures. After all, he knew that I would give in no matter what, just as I always did. “Jesus, woman, you’re makin’ me work for it today, huh? This is fun for you, yeah?”

“Oh, so much fun,” I assured him. “I love makin’ ya dance, Arvie.”

“Shit, do I gotta get down on one knee?” Arvin laughed. “I was hoping that you’d be all graduated first but--”

I tugged Arvin close by his worn leather belt and I silenced him with a kiss to his cheek. My pink lipstick left a mark on his skin, and I said, “We can talk ‘bout that later. Thanks for the ride, loverboy.”

“Never a problem with you, doll,” Arvin told me.

As usual, we ended up parked at the river, with Arvin’s hand up my skirt. My hips bucked up into his hand as his skilled fingers found home inside me, and a soft whimper fell from my lips. “Vinny,” I whispered quickly; that name was reserved for moments like this. “O-Oh, fuck!”

“Such a good girl,” Arvin whispered in my ear, gently nipping at my earlobe. “S’fucking tight, doll. You really ain’t been lettin’ other guys fuck ya, huh?”

“I only want you, Vinny,” I said. “Nobody makes me feel the way you do.”

“Good girl,” Arvin told me, and my body went warm with the praise. Arvin had always been so good to me and I truly didn’t want anybody else. But I had always imagined getting out of Coal Creek, leaving my family behind and having a good and honest life. I wanted to get married; maybe to Arvin, but maybe to someone with no ties to my family. I was lovestruck, I’ll admit that much. I was so pathetically in love with Arvin that I had doodled his name during class, even going as far to put his last name with mine. Mrs. Y/N Russell was enticing. If Arvin were ever to propose, I would be compelled to say yes.

“Vinny,” I said, and I grabbed his strong arms. “I-I’m gettin’ close, baby.”

“You hold that shit in,” Arvin growled into my neck. “Want ya to come on my cock, babydoll.” His fingers fell from me quickly, and he made light work of undoing his belt and jeans. My thighs were quivering around his hips, and I sunk down onto his hard cock with a satisfied keenness in the back of my throat. Arvin’s moan in my ear was heavenly, and he mumbled, “Pussy’s so good, doll. Fuck.”

“Fuck!” I squealed as he snapped his hips up into me. “Vinny, I-I--”

Arvin’s mouth met mine in a greedy kiss, and I whimpered my way through a blissful orgasm. Arvin swallowed every single noise I made, his hands raking my blouse up to feel the skin of my back, and I felt myself shaking so hard in his grasp. “Good girl,” Arvin shushed me, kissing all over my face. “So good for me, babydoll. Gonna help me now?”

Even though my legs felt like liquid and my hips ached, I rolled my hips down onto him. Arvin quickly got rid of my shirt fully and tugged my bra up my chest to expose my tits, my nipples hard at the feeling of him. His mouth latched into my tit quickly, and I pushed his curls off of his forehead as I watched him suck on my tit. Arvin looked up at me through his dark eyelashes and gave my nipple a quick bite with his front teeth, and I yipped. “Vinny!” I cried.

“Aw, dolly,” Arvin cooed. “I only do it ‘cause I like the pretty little noises you make.”

I chuckled breathlessly, and, with his lips back on my nipple, Arvin winked at me. “Arv,” I sighed. “Your cock is literally inside me right now. You can knock it off with the flirting.”

“Can’t help it,” Arvin said, biting his bottom lip as he cupped his hands around my breasts. “Just an instinct.”

“It’s a good thing I like it,” I whispered, and I leaned down to kiss him. His breath was hot against my mouth, and I clutched his hair as he continued to fuck into me, and I finally pleaded, “Vinny, please come. Want you to come inside me, Arvin, please.”

Arvin took a fistful of my hair and tugged my head back to expose my neck, and he kissed all over the soft column of my throat as his thrusts became quick and sloppy. “Fuck,” he whispered and sucked a mark onto my neck, but I was too far gone to chastise him for it. Arvin huffed out a heavy breath then, and I felt him spilling himself inside of me, painting my walls with his hot cum. I gasped aloud at the feeling of it, and Arvin set a kiss to my lips to silence me. “Ya like that?” he whispered. “Like being fucked like this? My good girl, my best girl.”

“Christ, Vin,” I whispered with a giggle. “I love you, you fuckin’ square.”

“Hey, I’m not a square,” Arvin laughed. His arms were circled around me, holding me tightly, and his cock was still inside me as he laid his head on my chest and tried to catch his breath. “But I love you too, babydoll.” There was a quiet that blanketed the car then, the only sounds being our rasping breaths and the faint radio that we had left on before climbing into the backseat. Arvin was right; it had begun to rain.

“Think it’ll take?” I asked softly.

“What?” Arvin asked. His brown eyes were still blown out as he looked at me, and a smile split his face. “Oh, dolly. Is that why you wanted me to come inside ya?”

I shrugged sheepishly, and I hid myself in his neck. Arvin laughed and readjusted us so that he was laying on his back, making sure to stay inside of me all the while.

“You wanna have my babies?” Arvin chuckled. “Your daddy’ll kill us.”

“I jus’ wanna be yours, Arvie,” I told him. “Want everyone to know I’m yours.”

Arvin pulled my face from his neck and captured my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “No more hidin’?” he asked hopefully.

I shook my head, and Arvin smiled. “No more hiding,” I agreed.

Arvin gave a content sigh, and he kissed my mouth once more. “My pretty girl,” he whispered. “My pretty wife, maybe?” I nodded, and he laughed. “Shit, that sounds pretty nice. Having a pretty little wife to come home to, gettin’ all big with my baby… Jesus, I love the thought of that. But you ain’t even graduated yet, doll. Are ya sure…?”

“There’re girls who dropped out ‘cause they got married,” I told him. “I think the fact that I’m engaged and pregnant, and still manage to graduate won’t be a problem.”

Arvin kissed my forehead, and he whispered, “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wanna make sure, ya know. Then, I’ll get you that milkshake I promised.”

#arvin russell x reader #arvin russell #arvin russell x y/n #tdatt #the devil all the time #tom holland #arvin russell fanfiction #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #arvin russell fluff #arvin russell angst

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milkiane · 3 years

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so i am feeling incredibly emotional rn so, here’s an appreciation post for my favorite people. (this have been in my drafts for three weeks now) -- so why not post this along with my sleepover <3 sleepover bash

@chokemepansy

need i say more? no— but i will anyway. asteria, my mean cheerleader girlfriend, you are the first moot i’ve ever had, and honestly, i wouldn’t have it any other way. you're my favorite person in the entire world, and pls i am getting so emotional rn, i hate you >:-( i’ve told you everything at my previous letters but i just want you, and everyone else who’s about to read this, to know that you’re my platonic (and quite possibly romantic) soulmate, and my other-third, because pansy owns the shit out of us. love u lots, don’t say it back <3

@accioweaslcy

my favorite headcanon writer 😩 pls alyssa, i’ve had, and still do, have so much fun talking with you. i really, really, love your company, i love your writing, and most especially love you. you were one of my moots that talked to me with such ease and comfort despite being a tad bit younger than you, and it’s been fun ! you’re like one of those seniors who befriends juniors, but still have this amazing (and envying) friendship with each other. not only that, but you being my friend, and me being a dumbass, made our own version of the golden trio with @weasleyyy ! now, this is a story i’ll tell my kids. love u, even if you choose to chomp me <3

@weasleyyy

gHAZAL ! now, are you thankful for me being a half-asleep dumbass who thought you were rose because of your similar urls before, or what ? because i definitely am PFT SJSHSJSHSJN anyways, i’m so happy to have you in my life. i’m a sucker for your chaotic and impulsive energy, and your little thoughts about the hpu. just like rose, thank you for acting just as yourself around me, a smol bisexual mess, because i really do appreciate it, and now you made me a fanclub— which btw, i still cannot get over with. i wheeze everytime i remember it. i love u, madame gazelle, even if you’re a mean li’l fuck ! <3

@amrtxntias

AAAAAAAAH heather, you are officially my unofficial soft british best friend, and no, you do not have a say in this, because you’re stuck with me forever. thank you so much for helping me with terms i need for writing. you’ve been the best, you’ve supported me through every ups and downs with my writings ever since we’ve met. it wasn’t even too long ago ! but you’ve welcomed me like i was a long lost friend of yours. love u, h, the lily to my marlene <3

@buckysbeloved

aliciaaa !! you’re honestly like an older sister i’ve never had. i’ve never had anyone to rant about my marvel fangirlings with, but i am so glad that you were so open with my rants and conspiracy theories. you’ve never judged me or shown any disinterest with my rambles, you’ve been so supportive and you continue to give me the same energy as mine. it’s a very little thing to fuss about, but lish, you’ve got to know that it means so much to me. i’m tearing up— blame the hormones. but really, i’m so grateful for you and your company (and your maxibaby fics). love u to the moon and back ! <3

@acosmis-t

isa isa isa isa isaaaa, pls i love u so much. that’s all i want to say, but ofc, i need to say more. you have been one of my best friends— we clicked the moment we spoke to each other and i was incredibly happy to be your moot. i couldn’t even believe it at first because you’re this rly cool writer with tons of followers and i’m just another user in the crowd but like, everything i want to say is beyond the words that want to come out of my mouth, so i’ll leave it with a thank you for choosing me to be one of your mutuals. thank you for blessing me, and the others, with your lovely fics. never stop doing what you love, i’m here for you always. always was, and always will be. i mean, it should be with the jointed graves and all. love u <3

@reguluscore

SOOOORINNNN. sometimes i question what’s happening inside your head. like one second your posting angsty fics and thoughts, and next thing i know you’re posting a dancing prongs gif. i’ll never understand, i reckon, but that’s alright, i’ll love you just the way you are, even if you break my heart with your angst. tell me who hurt you and i’ll beat them up. i love u so much, i’m still listening to your playlist, because it’s astronomical. sending you some forehead kisses <3

@inks-and-jinx

vivian !! i’m still beyond grateful for you and your artistic and writing talents. you’re such an angel, and i’m so incredibly happy to have you in my life. you’re a sweetheart. you’re every sweet-soft-fluffy nickname there is, because honestly? i cannot speak well, or think straight because i don’t think words can describe how lucky i am to have you. well, i love u, and that’s all i could comprehend <3

@comfortwriting

karis ! you’re honestly one of my fave moots because you never fail to make me so appreciated and loved. your out of the blue messages always make me feel so happy because you’re so wholesome and nice. i’m very, very, glad to have you in my life. thank you for always being there to be my personal therapist and my human diary— who listens to all of my writing ideas, even if i have tons of wips to write. thank you for inspiring me to write again, without you, i would’ve never find my passion for writing again, so thank you, thank you for being the sweetest person there is, i love you ! <3

@krasivayadarling

ANYA ! darling, you are one of the very first mutuals i’ve ever talked to, you’ve welcomed me with open arms when i was new here and i wouldn’t change anything in the world. i’m so glad that you were the first person i’ve ever talked to because you are practically the human form of a squishmallow. don’t question me, you’re my squishmallow. anyways, you’re such a lovely person and i’m very happy to have you in my life, love you ! <3

@cursestothemoon

cHARLY-CHAR !! hehe you are like one of those nice, cool, senior students in school, you never fail to make me so giddy and loved. i’m so happy to have you in my life, and i’m wishing you all the happiness and love in the world because you truly do deserve it, especially when you’ve been nothing but so kind and friendly. pls i feel like crying because i don’t know what i did to deserve you. I BLAME U AND UR AMAZING WRITING SKILLS FOR MAKING ME SOFT >:-( i love you tho <3 — also thank you for that play fighting blurb with fred, i didn’t know that i needed to bite his cute butt until i read it.

@sunflowergirl522

ZOE ZOE ZOE ZOE ZOE ZOE ! I LOVE YOU. i feel so complete when i read your peter fics. i always look forward to them because it’s not everyday you find someone who actually writes him so good, and i know we don’t really interact much, but i feel like i got to know you more through reading your fics. u better trust me when i say that i’ll be your personal hype woman and maxibaby supporter, because i am, and i will forever be ! love u <3

@fives-cup-of-coffee

amelia, you bitch, i love you. to be honest, i've never really expected us to be friends, but ofc, here you are, simping for me and now we're besties. you've been, and still are, so fun to be around with-- only because i get to tease the shit out of you >:-) anyways, thank you for keeping up with my utter bullshit, i'm here for you always, i hope you know that. love ya ! <3

@moonvicake

wAHH-- sasha, hi. pFT JSADHJSAHDJH SORRY BUT PLEASE I LOVE YOU, DID YOU KNOW? it's been so painfully awkward at first because believe me, i'm the most gauche person you'll ever meet if we talk for the first time, but as soon as we grow accustomed to each other, you'd wish that you never spoke to me, because i'm this hot fucking mess, so thank you for keeping up with me. you're one of my favorite mutuals in here. i love you more than puppies and hello kitty pancakes <3

+ my mutuals who’ve been such amazing people, we haven’t talked as much as the tagged moots but i love you all just as equally, you lot mean the world to me, and i’m willing to go on the ends of the earth for all of you <3

@anchoeritic @babyjordy @frankenkyleluvr @ronsbadidea @kc-needs-coffee @nevilles-top @weasleyclaw @sweetnspicysimp @redbullchick @willowbleedsonpaper @weasleysandwheezes @daffodilmoons @incorrectpeterparker @dracosaccount @cedrics-grave @pad-foots @peepeepotter @oldschoolkiddo @spideyspixies @daltonacademia @eunoniaa @love-peachh @george-fabian-weasley @mayonnaise-and-anarchy @darthwheezely @thotbutpurple @l0ttadreamz @daisyyy2516 @prettywhitedoves @band--psycho @widowdays @loveboyhalo @gxtitobxby @fandomvariousness @nothinghcppens (i passed the 50 tags rule, eek— i’m sorry, i love all of you whom i didn’t get to tag, though 🥺)

#mutuals appreciation post ! <3 #amourtentiaa’s sleepover bash <3

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darlingyanderes · 4 years

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Only look at me - Yandere!Asmodeus x fem!reader

I’m back for day 2 of @yandere-sins‘s Yantober list :D I figured the Obey Me! boys could use a little more attention in the yandere scene hehe, so I wrote something for Asmodeus for prompt 2: desire

Warnings: slightly rapey, y/n is in a relationship with mammon, jealousy, shouting

Word count: 1077

While Asmodeus knew that all this frowning would only give him wrinkles, he simply couldn’t help it.

When he first saw (Y/N), he treated her like he would any other girl; flirt and try to charm her with his magic if he liked her enough. Once they were charmed, well… You can imagine what they’d do. It had worked for him thousands upon thousands of times, so he expected things to go smoothly and have a little fun with this human.

But it went a little different than he expected. The flirting didn’t go so well, as it only seemed to have made her feel uncomfortable. Therefore, he used his magic, only to find out she was immune to it.

While this should’ve been a sign to leave her alone and move on with his life, Asmodeus wouldn’t have it. He can get any girl he wants, so he should be able to get (Y/N) too. But no matter how hard he ‘accidentally’ ran into her, no matter how hard he tried to flirt, no matter how many gifts he brought, it all just didn’t work. If anything, it made (Y/N) more wary of him and try to stay out of his way. This only made Asmodeus gain more interest in her, though.

For the first time, he experienced a one-sided love.

And it made him angry.

So, so angry.

He simply couldn’t understand why she kept turning him down, why she tries to avoid him, why she can’t even look him in the eyes anymore when they see each other. He hates it when she acts so distant, and to make it worse, he had absolutely no idea how to fix it.

Sighing loudly, he waited in the House of Lamentation for the return of (Y/N). This time, he decided to gift her a few cookies he managed to keep safe from Beelzebub’s claws. He heard her say that she liked these type of cookies the most, so he reckoned he could give it a shot.

When he heard (Y/N)’s voice ringing through the hallways, full of laughter and joy, Asmodeus immediately perked up. If she was in a good mood, his chances would be better. He couldn’t prevent the smile forming on his face when he saw her turn the corner and enter his field of vision.

Even in those drab, common clothes she looks amazing

Asmodeus ignored the way his heart jumped when he looked at her, and waved at her with a bright smile.

However, his hand froze in the air when he saw that (Y/N) was accompanied by none other than Mammon.

What was worse, they were holding hands.

Mammon was the first to notice Asmodeus and quickly ripped his hands out of (Y/N)’s. He stammered: “I-I was just helping her because the floor is slippery!”

The way his face flushed and his eyes darted around showed that this was anything but just friendly. (Y/N) simply looked to the ground with a bashful smile and added: “Y-yeah! Thanks for your help.”

Looking at the two, Asmodeus felt something he never felt before. A sharp pain stung his chest and he could feel a grimace forming on his face. Was this how the girls felt when they caught him with someone else? Is this how much it hurts? More importantly, why does it hurt so much?

Overcome by the pain and realisation of (Y/N) and Mammon’s true feelings, he left without saying a word. Mammon simply looked at him with surprise and jokingly whispered: “I think someone didn’t have his beauty sleep.”

(Y/N)’s head perked up from her book when she heard a few hurried knocks on her door later that night. Hoping it was Mammon, she quickly fixed her hair with her hands and said: “Come in!”

The smile fell from her face when she saw who was at the door.

It was Asmodeus, who was bearing a frown. She didn’t think he was possible of frowning, since the narcissistic man only thought of his looks and ‘frowning leads to wrinkles.’

Then again, if he was really frowning, he’s really upset.

Although Asmodeus made her uncomfortable to her core, she said in a worried tone: “Is everything okay?”

Asmodeus said softly: “No. No, it’s not. How could it be?”

(Y/N) wanted to ask what was going on, but she was already interrupted by Asmodeus before she could say anything: “Why are you looking at other guys? Why are you flirting with Mammon? I’m right here!”

To emphasise his words, he pointed at himself.

“Look at me! What does Mammon have that I don’t? I’m beautiful, I’m smart, I’m nice. Every other person would kill to date me. What is he? Some dumb, ugly, rude asshole who only cares about money? Is that what you want?”

As he spoke, his voice became louder and louder until he was almost shouting. He inched closer to the spot where (Y/N) was sitting, causing her to stand up alarm.

“I would do anything for you! Do you have any idea how much better you’d have it with me? So why? Why do you look at him, and not at me?”

Frustrated tears were threatening to spill over Asmodeus’ cheeks. While it pained (Y/N) to see him like this, she knew she was in a bad spot. She needed to get out of her room and get help from someone, anyone.

Taking her chances, she tried to slip past Asmodeus to the door of her room, only to be grabbed roughly by her arm and thrown against the door. Two slender arms pinned her against it.

Asmodeus’ face was mere millimetres apart from hers, making (Y/N) blush and look away. Asmodeus sighed and whispered: “See? Isn’t it nice like this?”

She felt his hand snake around her waist and his knee force itself between her legs. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and forced her head to turn in his direction. When their eyes met, he licked his lips

“Now you can only look at me.”

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere obey me!#yandere obey me! x reader #yandere asmodeus x reader #yandere asmodeus #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yantober

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episkystyles · 3 years

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Concept: Harry dating a girl that rides a motorcycle and has a grunge fashion taste. Like I feel like that would be really badass+ headcanons please

hehe sorry for the late response but i absolutely love this concept! thank you for sending it ❤️❤️

cinnamon (part 1)

{ harry styles x fem!reader }

she was definitely a force not to be reckon with—at least, that’s what everybody thought when they first encountered her. riley was someone who’s appearance perfectly fit the description of a rebellion, or in modern day terms, a badass. she constantly sports her trusty leather jacket every single day, dark black ripped jeans, black doc martens, and her dark shades to top it all off. it all goes kindly with her motorcycle to rides daily—always defying the constant badgering of fragile men telling her “motorcycles aren’t for little sweethearts like you.”

well, riley’s not a little sweetheart. she’s riley.

it’s just about seven o’clock in the evening when she pulls into her local bar, as grungy looking as her, after a long day with her opinionated mother who had no problem complaining about her daughter’s lack of “suitable womanly clothing.” riley had definitely regretted her decision in spending the day with the woman who judged her expression despite her being nearly 22 years old already and wasn’t planning on changing just yet.

she enters the bar, the thick layer of smoke in the room not even phasing her as she takes her typical seat at the bar. darla, a bartender and good friend of hers, chuckles at riley’s sour expression as she makes her way over to her. “tough day, doll?”

she sighed at the blue-haired woman. “you don’t know the half of it.”

darla nods. “the usual?”

“yeah, thanks.”

riley isn’t much of a talker. she hates feeling like she’s burdening other people with her problems that seem so miniscule compared to others. as a matter of fact, she doesn’t have that many friends in her life, whether it be her resting bitch face that turns them away or that she chooses not to have them in her life. she’d much prefer to be a lone wolf, although sometimes... her aloofness can be quite lonely sometimes (not that she would dare to admit that).

darla slides a shot glass of cinnamon whiskey mixed with rum chata, a drink that initially burns your throat until you get used to the taste eventually. riley likes to think that that’s how the few people she currently has in her life see her, and why they choose to stay. though. she doesn’t really think she could ever be just as addictive as cinnamon.

“ya come here often?” an unfamiliar, masculine voice asks.

riley turns her head to find a man sitting one stool away from hers at the bar. he’s a lot more attractive than the other handful of men who drunkenly try to flirt with her; brown soft curly locks adorning the top of his head, bright eyes (color indistinguishable due to the lighting of the bar), a pearly white side-smile as if to start a genuine conversation with a stranger, and very noticeable dimples. and as handsome as he was, she dismissed her swooning thoughts, entirely disinterested in the thought of ever dating someone.

“yeah,” she vaguely answers, hoping that he would quickly give up on her. if she were as confident as she looked, she’d be a lot more willing to strike up a conversation with him... perhaps even take him home.

“m’new in town,” he continued to speak, and it was then she detected a british accent in his low voice. “heard this was one of the best places in town. any drink you’d suggest?”

she shrugged.

the stranger chuckled, not seeming offended by her lack of response. “well, whatcha got there?”

“um... fireball mixed with rum chata,” riley murmured, feeling idiotic for the wall her face fills with warmth when he looks at her.

he glances towards darla, who was slyly eavesdropping in on the exchange. “i’ll have what she’s having.”

when darla walks away, he looks over to riley again, and asks sincerely, “m’not bothering you, am i? ‘cause if i am, i’ll leave you alone.”

he’s looking at her intently, awaiting a response, and she just didn’t have the heart to lie and tell him that he was bothering her, because quite frankly, he was doing the opposite of that. she mustered up a small smile and looked directly at him back, assuring him, “you’re not bothering me.”

he smiled brightly. “okay, good... now, d’you think it’s possible for me to get your name?”

“riley,” she answered, seemingly enchanted by the way his lips moved.

“riley,” he repeated, and she secretly liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. honestly, she could listen to him speak for hours. “well, riley, my name’s harry, and i was thinking we should play a little game.”

her heart thudded in her chest, which she ignored. she raised a brow in curiosity. “a game?”

harry nodded, just as darla passed him a shot glass filled with riley’s suggested concoction. “i’m not much of a drinker, but if i like this, then let’s say i’ll come back around next time you’re around and we’ll get to know each other a little more.”

what a strange bet, she cannot help but think. however, it is a seemingly innocent bet, though she can’t help but know that she’d be quite disappointed if he didn’t like the drink. then again, they just met, and him never coming back would assure her of her preferred lifestyle of being the lone wolf. she really doesn’t have much to lose, does she?

“okay,” she agreed, watching as he lifted the glass to his lips. “i’ve gotta warn you, though, it’s pretty strong-”

he downed it before she could finish her sentence. she watched in amazement, barely a wince on his face or a sign that he despised it. he took it like it was nothing, for someone who says they don’t drink much. or had he lied to make her think there was a chance they’d never see each other again? harry doesn’t say anything; he sets down the shot glass and stands up, causing her stomach to plummet. he gets down from his seat, acting as though he’s about to make a stride towards the door. however, he simply stops right next to her, and leans down to utter in her ear.

“you’re lucky i like cinnamon. see you next time, love,” he hums, pulling slightly away from her with a smirk. he glances at her again and says, “oh, and i like your leather jacket.”

then he walks away and exits the bar, leaving riley completely stunned.

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