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zephyrchama · 12 days

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Asmodeus being overly expectant that MC is going to propose to him any day now for no reason.

It’s a quiet evening and the two are lazing around on the bed in Asmodeus’s room. New skin mask pouches have been opened and applied. New issues of each of the Devildom’s most popular fashion magazines lay scattered around.

MC rolls over until they bump into Asmodeus’ thigh and raise their magazine. “Hey, Asmo. What do you think of--” ”Yes.” There is no hesitation. “Yes, I think we should.”

Asmodeus throws down the magazine he was looking at to lean over and pepper MC’s face with kisses. “Let’s get engaged, right now!”

“Oh, okay, cool. I was just wondering what you thought of this top.”

“Oh... It’s kind of tacky. You’re not wearing that to our wedding, right?”

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It’s dinnertime and, as usual, everyone is gathered around the large dining room table. MC is across the table and several seats down from Asmodeus, with most of his brothers seated between them.

MC’s plate is almost empty. They give the table a once-over look before deciding on a course of action that requires interrupting the current conversation.

“Pardon me, Asmo, will you-”

Asmodeus squeals and kicks his feet. “Yes! A thousand times, yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

“Wait, no that’s not what--”

“What!?” Mammon shouts, much to the chagrin of Lucifer next to him.

“In your dreams, maybe,” Belphegor quips.

Leviathan looks like he’s about to start crying.

Satan and Beelzebub, sane enough to not jump to conclusions, seem to piece together the situation. Together they work to pass MC a plate of dinner rolls that had been in front of Asmodeus.

“This what you wanted?” Satan asks.

“Yes, I was just asking for these,” MC sighs. Bread will serve nicely to sop up the remaining sauce on their plate. “Thanks.”

Asmodeus responds, “we can serve them at the reception, I think that’s fine.”

Mammon tells him to “get yer head out of the clouds, Asmo, nobody’s marrying you.”

Their mutual glares practically send sparks across the table.

“Pass them back this way,” Beelzebub requests, wanting three more for himself.

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It’s the middle of the school day. MC pops their head into a classroom. This time they've mentally prepared.

“Asmo, do you wanna-”

"Yes? Yes! I’ll marry you.” As predicted, Asmodeus runs over and winds his arms around MC’s waist. He presses his forehead against theirs and leans them back into a dip. Several students clap. “Proposing to me at school? How brazen.”

“Well, maybe this time I’ll actually think about it, but you have to take me out for lunch first. Deal?”

Asmodeus looks somewhat stunned. He parts his lips and thinks over the proposition while staring into MC’s eyes, searching for any hint of a lie.

“Wait… Really?” He pulls MC back up and takes them by the wrist. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

#you can tell i'm still sick because it's in present tense again. why do i do this. i just want to write properly again.#I kept switching between “MC” and “you” and had to correct everything like 3 times so if i missed a spot... oops #this was better in my mind but i don't care i can always rewrite it. i just wanna write and keep my mind distracted while sick.#obey me swd #obey me #obey me!#omswd #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #obey me drabble

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months

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We could have had it all...

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #oh man....the NieYao dynamic....All these complex emotions and ties to each other and they *aren't* canon?#Sorry fellas but the way you proposed writing your bro a letter of recommendation & agreeing to it was very fruity.#And *then* Lan Xichen shows up. And both JGY and NMJ are head over heels for him and have been for ages apparently.#Its like they found out that LXC had been two timing them this whole time and their response was: “UM. HOT?”#I'm tempted to redraw these three as that one bisexual-core image with Anne Hathaway. You know the one. It fits.#It's strange seeing all of this fondness in retrospect compared to the betrayal you feel in The Untamed after a longer build up.#Initially it felt like 'oops we made him a little too 2 dimensional as a villain - quick make him more sympathetic'.#JGY even had a scene with him kissing babies. As any politician would do to improve their image.#but it does come around to really showing a more authentic JGY and the tension between him and NMJ.#As an angst lover I am personally all for 'what could have been' relationships and they DO have it all.

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demonzoro · 5 months

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"Out of a pure, burning sort of desire, he drew his fingers through the air and whispered a spell. Crimson sparks issued from his skin, rising into the air before coalescing into the loose shape of a butterfly."

drew a small moment from more than a portion of night by @theroyalsavage that i could picture so vividly. the whole fic is a beautifully written fantasy prince sanji au that you should definitely check out!

#sanji #one piece #blackleg sanji #opfanart #one piece art #usersaint #userart #i... only realised the butterfly was NOT made of fire #after i completed it. OOPS. can we call that creative license #i think my brain immediately hooked onto fire #bc of his canon abilities LMAOOO i'm illiterate #anyways hi sav. i liked your fic... as you can see :')#thank you v much for writing it!!

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ladyofthecreeddraws · 4 days

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"Oh, love...I'm merely waiting until you're happy."

Yeah listen man, this crossover is a thing now because dreamstat can't stop spitting bangers and this line's been haunting me for a week.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #wyll #wyll ravengard #wyllstarion #bloodblade #bloodpact #i mean. AA and monster hunter wyll who's still bound to mizora?? who feels obligated to kill astarion out of guilt of letting him ascend #and also because of the danger he poses to Baldur's Gate #but oops now the fucker (who is totally dead btw and never coming back guys trust me) haunts him as a manifestation of guilt??#god the things i' would write if i could actually put words together coherently enough to resemble narration. UGH #anyway i'm normal #fanart #m'art #sketch #iwtv spoilers #just in case

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inkskinned · 1 year

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being single in your late 20s & 30s is so fucking wild bc on one hand it's fun and flirty and you skip a lot of the bullshit because you know what you're looking for and you know how to spot a red flag from a mile away and you've learned to set boundaries and communicate your own and be upfront about your needs and most of the time they've learned it too - and if they haven't, you can tell after the second date that they haven't been to therapy

and every time you feel lonely and dried up and an ugly husk there's a whole community of other single people out there who are just as unhinged and want to hang out with you because they just need a plus-one like you do and you get introduced to like. people in their 60's and 70's and 80's who are all like - nope, single life is my choice and i love it and you feel warm and seen and like okay, it's not the end of the world if i'm not seeing anybody. and yeah it's hard and sometimes exhausting but part of getting better is that you do make like so many friends and do so much wild shit because you made a promise to yourself that you'll actually get out there and try shit and actually work on your hobbies and skills and friendships because to be honest in relationships you wouldn't push yourself this hard and it's actually been super rewarding because it came from you and from what you wanted

and yes of course the apps such and dating in general can suck but after one of the bad dates you go back to your apartment and call up those friends you made and make jokes about what the other person said and it rolls right off your back and you have plans for self-care in the morning. you prioritize yourself and your happiness and you really actually don't mind it, a lot of the time, unless it's like at a wedding and they're doing one of those couples-related things. most of the time it's not even a problem except when you can tell people pity you for it and you're like - i'm actually fine, babe, even without a partner i am still, like a person and yes of course it would be nice to have a partner but you have established yourself as a person and as an adult in a way that feels really hard-won and well-earned and you're protective of that and of the life you're living and honestly you're pretty happy, all things considered

and at the same time you do have to tell your father that you are single on purpose right now and that, yes, believe it or not, they're letting women be single past the age of 30 these days without burning us at the stake (can you imagine!) and you have to kind of sit pretty while people make jokes about how you're losing your marriageability and you're like, a little too old for the bars and the clubs and whatever but you do still want to go out dancing and it's like. the other day you went to a board game party and had the time of your life and then your mom calls you and says she's worried because what if you never find the one, shouldn't you be spending more time looking? and you're like - trying to balance this place where you're actually, like, perfectly okay? except you hear this thing over and over and over - oh no. that's so sad. i hope you find your lover. and you weren't really upset about it until someone suggested that you're running out of time and until someone said that it's so miserable that you live without someone to kiss and you're like why can't anyone believe that i'm genuinely happy. like. joy. like. bliss.

and then they look at you and they look at their partner and the look passes between them that says - poor thing. you're just lying to yourself about this.

#writeblr #warm up #i sat down to write something that was literally 3 sentences long oops #the alternative text post was just -#sitting my 60 yr old father down and telling him i'm single on purpose and that they're letting women actually live without a husband #(and then a picture of samson wrestling the lion)#> would have been funnier #> unfortunately turns out i have feelings

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mistfallengw2 · 22 days

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Feel free to be more specific in comments/notes if you want! If you want to elaborate further, how do you organize them? By role, species, age, alphabetical order, vibes or something else?

#I use a mix of improperly used site (Trello) and writing it all down in Drive (docs and sheets my beloved)#sure I also use tumblr but it's all already written in the sacred texts(?) so that feels like an extension of my note docs #and lol it used to be ALL in my mind. then I learned not to trust my memory too much. anything I think and I like goes down on a note.#that said I'm considering moving it all to Obsidian (as soon as I learn how to use it) because of some nitpicks I have with docs #anyway so far I organized my gw2 ocs in story-relevancy categories: Main. Extra. Background. Companions.#mains do story-relevant stuff. extras are supporting characters to mains or have minor roles in important story stuff. backgrounds are -#- mostly family or part of others' backstory. companions are pets/mounts/constructs/creatures (and get their own subcategories).#I should probably go back and change some OCs' categories though oops #poll #am curious therefore I ask #(and I need to compare how I do these things because I feel like I could improve in some areas)

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steveharringtonsstrugglemeals · 1 year

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Ok, based on this post about a bunch of college dudes putting up a craigslist ad for a "BBQ Dad" to attend their backyard barbecue:

A No-Upside-Down AU where the Party is in college, freshly of legal drinking age, and they decide to throw an end-end-of-year backyard barbecue bash. However, as a group composed primarily of hardcore nerds (many of them lacking in paternal figures), they're not exactly the most qualified when it comes to top-tier grilling. More than that, they need someone who can bring the 'it-factor,' someone who can work a crowd and really get the party going. So naturally, Dustin claims, the logical move is to put an ad out in the paper.

Robin is the one who finds it — she buys a paper every day, reads Nancy's articles, then skips to the funnies and the advice column and finally the classifieds. Obviously she has to show Steve — c'mon, he'd be perfect! Steve can work a mean grill, he listens to dad music, he yells at sports on TV and wears khakis... He may only be pushing 30, but Steve has the energy of a middle-aged father-of-three.

Steve is embarrassed, but he's never one to turn down one of Robin's dares, so he writes a reply. It's not like those kids are actually going to respond to him anyway, they're probably looking for someone older, a real dad. Right?

The Party proves him wrong (for the first time but not the last) — they call him almost immediately and officially invite him to the barbecue. And Steve is a sucker who can't turn down such a nice group of kids, so the next thing he knows, he and Robin are loading his grill into the back of Eddie's van and headed across town to the shabby little house shared by Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max.

(Eddie, by the way, is a grad student and friend of the Party's. He may be a 'real adult,' but he has no BBQ Dad vibes whatsoever and he downright refuses to be caught dead manning a grill.)

As far as the Party is concerned, Steve is the 'prophesied-hero' of paternal figures. He's the stuff of legends, the kind of father (in spirit) that all dads aspire to be. He shows up wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He brings not only his own grill and grilling tools, but also a sun-powered radio already tuned to the local baseball broadcast. He calls the Party members 'kiddo' without a hint of irony on his face, and has the lamest but most contagious sense of humor they've ever heard. Just standing next to Steve (and what name is more dad-like than 'Steve'?) feels like shooting hoops on your driveway until the sun goes down, or washing the car as an excuse to hose off on a 90-degree day, or getting picked up after soccer practice, dirt-stained and weary, but happy down to the bone. And yes, his burgers and brats really are that good.

Naturally, Dustin immediately takes credit for finding him and doesn't hesitate to crow about it.

By the end of the evening, they've already made plans to throw another barbecue in a few weeks. Steve quickly becomes the official Party Dad, an inseparable member of the group. He doesn't just do barbecues either — whether they need a reliable ride, some sage advice, or a necktie tied, Steve is there for his kids.

#this got sappy oops but i'm a sucker for that shit #steve harrington #stranger things #dustin henderson #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie #ronance #yes it's only lightly implied shh i know i'm sorry #dad steve harrington #shsm writes

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joeyalohadream · 16 days

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Established Relationship Clegan Stalag/Flight School Flashback Drabble (sick!Gale+fluff)

Bucky blew warm air into his hands as he took another shuffling step forward in line for their meager dinner ration. He looked at the back of Brady’s head for a moment longer before letting his gaze drift back to the crumbling hut he had to begrudgingly call ‘home’ these days.

Buck was sat on the top step with his legs stretched out in front of him, both arms behind, resting his weight on his palms. From this distance, Bucky couldn’t tell what Buck was looking at but if he had to guess, he’d say he wasn’t seeing anything at the moment.

This was the first time in three days the other man had left their hut, and Bucky felt a weight lift off his shoulders at the sight of Buck finally not huddled in on himself on his bug infested bunk.

The runny nose and congestion that had plagued Buck for the week had turned into a nasty chest cold three days ago that had had all their men on edge for days. Each of them sending up silent prayers that pneumonia or fever wouldn’t take their fearless leader from them in the night.

Bucky had chosen a more proactive approach to praying in the last three days. He had spent every moment awake taking care of Buck. The lack of medicine and supplies inside this prison had proved frustrating, but he had managed to keep Buck hydrated and as warm as his coat, blankets and his own body heat could allow. The fact that Buck had slept curled against his chest each night had Bucky acknowledging that he’d technically spent every waking and sleeping moment taking care of Buck.

This morning Buck had been more coherent than he’d been in days. He hadn’t been up for a trip through the chow line, but he had informed Bucky that he felt like he could stomach something more than water again which was music to everyone’s ears. Bucky had practically leapt out the door when it was time for them to collect there daily helping of potatoes and turnips.

He sighed as he made a little more progress in line. His thoughts drifted back to the last time he’d seen Buck knocked down by sickness. It had been a sweltering week in Texas during flight school and a nasty case of the stomach flu had plagued the future flight crews.

Bucky sat on the edge of Buck’s cot, combing his fingers through the sweaty locks of blonde hair. The usually flawlessly styled strands were in disarray, plastered to his head in unkempt sections.

Blue eyes fluttered open and Bucky couldn’t contain the smile his mouth pulled into at the sight of them.

“Hey pukey,” Bucky greeted. It earned him his favorite exasperated eye roll and his favorite shy smile in one go, so his own grin grew.

“Hi,” Buck breathed out softly, smiling up at Bucky and leaning his head slightly into the hand still lightly scratching fingers against his scalp.

The fondness that Bucky felt for this man was beginning to catch him off guard less and less ever since they’d moved from friends to something more, but it still floored him every now and then how much the affection he felt was a physical thing in his chest.

“How’re you feeling,” Bucky pushed an errant lock of hair away from Buck’s eyes and let his palm rest against the other’s forehead, pleased that he was back to his normal temperature.

Buck’s eyes blinked closed and back open as he seemed to consider the question. Bucky smoothed out the furrow between his brows with his thumb.

“Better,” he cleared his throat, voice rougher than usual. “I think I’m empty now.” His lips pulled up at one corner as he met Bucky’s eyes again.

“Well, I would think so,” Bucky laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone hurl so much and I spend a lot of time around the boys at the bar.” He watched, unsurprised as Buck’s cheeks took on a pink tinge and his eyes flitted away for a moment.

“Sorry about that,” Buck grimaced. “You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

Bucky scoffed and resumed his scalp scratches, “Buck, you’re my fella now. It’ll take more than you blowing chunks a half dozen times for me to get cold feet. My feet are nice and toasty.”

To Bucky’s delight, the blush returned and deepened across his favorite cheeks. Buck cleared his throat once again and looked up at him through his lashes. “Your fella, huh?”

Bucky cocked his head to the side and smiled down at the man.

“Absolutely. My fella. Emphasis on the ‘mine’.” His grin grew when the little tilt of Buck’s lips grew into a full smile.

“I like that,” Buck replied as he kept gazing at John.

“Good, cause it ain’t changing long as I get a say in it,” Bucky gave Buck his best roguish look and accepted the eye roll with a wink. “Now, do you want to get up and move around a bit, or go try to put something back into your stomach?”

Buck shook his head slightly and seemed to sink back into the pillows. “I don’t think I’m ready to be vertical yet,” he yawned through the final word as if trying to prove his point and Bucky snorted in response.

“Alright, sleepyhead,” Bucky let his hand pass through the others lock one more time before bending slightly to the bag he’d placed on the floor when he’d first entered the barracks. “You know Crosby got so dehydrated from this shit that they had to take him to the hospital in town for an I.V. so be glad you could at least keep some water down. I just came back from seeing him and he’s doing better too.”

Buck smiled again at that news, “That’s real good. Glad to hear.” His gaze softened a bit as he placed his hand on Bucky’s forearm. “And I’m real glad you managed to dodge this thing.”

Bucky felt a blush of his own creeping up his neck at the relief in Buck’s voice. “Would you take care of me if it did try to take me down?” He couldn’t help but prod.

“Course I would,” Buck replied with an easy smile. “You’re my fella.”

The blush found it’s way to his cheeks and Bucky couldn’t contain his grin.

“I got you a gift,” Bucky held the contents of the bag behind his back now. He was pleased to note the barely concealed excitement behind Buck’s gaze. He doesn’t know a lot about Gale’s childhood, just some morsels of information dropped at his feet at random that paint a less than idyllic view of little Gale Cleven, but he knows that he hasn’t had anyone in his life that just gives him things because they care about him. Until he met Bucky that is.

Now Bucky takes every opportunity to give him something as often as possible.

“What’d you get me?”

Bucky smiles and reveals his gift with a flourish, watching Buck’s expression go from shock, to exasperation and landing on endlessly fond.

Buck reaches forward and curls his fingers around the white teddy bear holding a heart with the words ‘Get Well Soon’ embroidered on it. He looks from the bear to Bucky and for a moment it looks like his eyes are brighter than before. But then he blinks and he’s back to just looking fond.

“I changed my mind,” Buck says. “I want to get up and move around a bit.”

Confused at the change in topic, but not about to deny Buck anything he ever wants, Bucky stands and holds out a hand to assist. He watches, that familiar affection welling in his chest, as Buck gently tucks the teddy bear under his sheets before he grabs his hand and hoists himself up. He wavers a bit but seems to gather himself quick enough that Bucky decides to shove the worry down.

“Well, what’s got this pep in your step? Where we going?” Bucky questions the other man.

Buck’s smile turns shy, but he holds Bucky’s gaze as he clears his throat. “To the washroom. I really need to brush my teeth before I thank you for that gift.”

Bucky’s eyebrows climb and he grins before snapping his fingers rapidly. “Well get a move on then, let’s go, what’re you just standing around for!”

Buck laughs and shakes his head, but starts a slow shuffle to the washroom, Bucky at his side, a steady guiding hand on the small of his back. Bucky is endlessly thankful for the fact that the bar in town has half off drinks until closing tonight. They’ll have the barracks to themselves for hours.

Bucky is jolted from the memory as two bowls of potato water are shoved into his hands. He gives Brady a grateful nod, for he clearly took the initiative to ask for enough for Buck while Bucky was zoning out. He knows he’s been doing that more and more since he got here and knows that Buck and the men are worried, but the task of taking care of Buck has put a fire back in him. Snapped his focus back to life in some ways.

Before he knows it, they’re back to the porch and Buck gives him a soft smile when Bucky places the bowl in his lap and ruffles his hair. He sets his own on the wood pile outside the door, just in case Buck’s appetite has increased enough to eat more than his share.

“Thanks Bucky,” Bucks’s cough-wrecked voice breaks the silence and Bucky grimaces, mind immediately flying back to that hot Texas day in the barracks that had started with illness and misery and ended with peppermint tasting kisses and Buck falling asleep with Bucky’s hand tangled in his mess of hair and a soft smile on his face.

Bucky knows he’s not getting kisses in here. There is no privacy without asking for it, and that don’t dare do that, but he craves the ability to make Gale feel better in any way he can, in the old ways he could. He looks around and fiddles with a freshly stacked piece of wood the men had shredded from the stump they pulled that morning.

He spends a few minutes picking and pull at a section of the wood before placing the fruits of his labor in his palm. He moves to sit beside Buck, presses against him knee to hip to shoulder.

He’s pleased to see that the bowl Buck has set aside is now empty. He smiles at the improvement and nudges his shoulder with his own.

“I got you a gift Buck,” he says with a smirk. He watches Buck’s face carefully, ready for the expressions to cycle through. He sees the surprise at his words and then confusion and then something that looks like realization, and Bucky has to wonder if Gale’s mind went to the same memory his jumped to earlier.

“You find a gift shop between the bunk house and the potato shack Bucky?” He teases and Bucky grins, happy to see the fire back in Buck’s expression after days of listless misery.

“Nope,” he pops the words out with a smile. “Made this one myself, just to show you how much I care. Makes it more special that way.” He winks at the other man and smiles wider at the fond eyeroll it earns him.

“What’d you get me?” He questions, and Bucky can see that still despite the atrocious circumstances and the horrific situation they’re living in, he’s still pleased about the prospect of receiving a gift. Bucky loves him so much it hurts.

He opens his palm and holds it in front of Buck and has to fight the laugh that threatens to make its way out at the utter confusion on his face as he stares at the small splinters of wood in his hand.

“Uh, thanks Bucky,” Gale says as he takes a splinter from Bucky’s palm.

Bucky laughs out load, unable to stop it as the confusion stays in place on Buck’s face, but as always, he’s nothing but polite and kind.

“It’s a toothpick Buck!” He reveals.

Buck looks down at the wooden splinter again and huffs a laugh before placing the piece in between his lips and shifts it around. He smiles at Bucky around the wood and Bucky smiles back.

He watches as Buck’s eyes drift down and he knows he’s looking at his lips before he sighs. “What I wouldn’t give for the chance to brush my teeth right now.” He gives him a shy smile.

And Bucky knows now that Buck has in fact stumbled into the same memory he found himself in earlier and he smiles back at him.

A cool breeze ruffles their hair, and he throws an arm over Buck’s shoulder under the guise of warming his sick friend. He knows today can’t end with peppermint kisses, but he decides as Buck’s head falls to his shoulder that Buck is going to fall asleep tonight with his hand in his hair and hopefully a soft smile on his face.

#mota drabble #mota fanfic #mota fic #buck x bucky #clegan #i'm trying to get back into writing #i think this it too long to be considered a drabble oops #gale cleven #john egan #second attempt at writing these two beautiful men

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kiekiecarrera · 10 months

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@jiaraweek - DAY 2 - ONLY ONE BED

@jiarabingo - PROMPT: ESCAPE ROOM

“Why would you close the door?” She frowns. “What do you mean why would–” She cuts herself off, index finger coming to press against her lips, eyes growing impossible wider as she strains her ears to listen. They hear it at the same time. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. JJ flails, waving his arms frantically around the room. “Hide!” or When one door closes...nothing happens. You're just stuck in a room with your ex.

#obx #outer banks #jiara #jiara bingo #jiaraweek2023 #oh now she wants the bingo #jiarasource #oops i'm writing #jj x kiara #otp; did you tell jj

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jaylienpotter · 9 months

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From @jegulus-microfic prompt "skirt" | 600 words

Part 1 of Let them be (can be read as a standalone)

Part 2 >

Let boys wear trousers

Regulus Black hated the Hogwarts uniform. Absolute despised it. He could hide his chest with spells or tight bras or bigger clothes - thankfully he had small breasts already. But he couldn't do anything about the bottom part. He had asked Dumbledore himself to wear trousers instead but he was denied, as it was "tradition" and "the school rules" and Ms. Black was probably "confused" - fucking prick.

He wasn't fully out. His friends knew and called him by the name he chose. So did Sirius and his mates. At first people slipped, calling him by his deadname and used she/her pronouns. It didn't last long, though. And thankfully it barely happened at all with his brother. None of their friends had a problem with it, thankfully. But it was still hard to connect to people. Fully connect.

Tears of frustration were running down his cheeks after he left the Headmaster's office.

"Black?" He looked to his left and faced a tanned Gryffindor with round glasses. Potter was Sirius's best friend. "Black, are you okay?" James got closer to the boy, his voice sweet and comforting, dark eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Dumbledore is a bloody fucking prick!"

"Regulus, what happened?" The people he was out to called him by his last name when in public, but they were close enough that others wouldn't hear.

"He won't let me wear trousers. Transphobe. It doesn't even make sense! Some girls don't like skirts! It's such a fucking stupid rule!"

"Hey…" two big hands rested on his shoulders and he looked up for the first time. "It's okay, we'll fix this somehow. I'll talk to Mcgonagall, she can convince that old man sometimes."

"You can try but it probably won't work…" Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Black pulled himself together. Like he was taught. "It doesn't matter. I'll be fine." That was a lie and they both knew it. Still no one said anything as he walked away.

Pandora was lovely. She did her best to cheer him up in the dorm but the fact that he was sharing with a girl brought him dysphoria. Regulus didn't belong there.

It's an understatement saying that he was shocked when he saw James Potter strutting confidently into the Great Hall for breakfast wearing a skirt. What the fuck was he doing?!

"Potter. Why in the name of Merlin are you wearing a skirt?! You're going to get detention!"

"See, Black, I am protesting. Until girls are allowed to wear trousers, I will be breaking the dress code." He blinked. Regulus blinked twice. His heart stopped and the way he saw his brother's best friend suddenly shifted. He was protesting for Regulus. Getting in detention for Regulus. Most likely would face hate, all for Regulus. Yet he was completely unfazed. Potter wasn't stupid. He knew what he got himself into. But still, he did it anyway?

"But… Why? I mean- where did you even get the skirt??"

"It's Mary's. And I felt like it. Occurred to me randomly. Was bored so I thought 'why not start a protest?', you know?" That was a big fat lie and the Gryffindor wasn't even trying to hide it. He wore a wide smirk on his face. Gosh, how Regulus wanted to kiss those lips. Instead he just smiled. His genuine curved down smile, a rarity.

"You're gonna get in trouble, you know that right?"

"Since when do I, James Potter, the king of mischief, care about that?" That grin again. Black could stare for hours, take in every detail of the handsome Gryffindor's face.

"You're an idiot."

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wikiangela · 1 month

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wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz 💖

I'm jumping between wips and ships so much rn, but trust me, it's even more chaotic in my brain like at all times lol it's so annoying

wasn't gonna post today but I figured I'd share a bit of the cheating fic bc I moved my self-imposed deadline to middle of may and istg I'm not moving it again so I need motivation to finish this lmao

(this scene is fighting me ngl, but I need it, and it's just gonna need a lot of editing but for now this is just a rough draft lol)

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Not breaking the kiss, Eddie shifts, throwing his leg over Buck’s lap, straddling him, and Buck’s hands immediately wrap around his hips, bringing him closer, as close as possible, just needing Eddie closer. Eddie gasps when their crotches collide, and breaks the kiss, Buck’s lips moving to Eddie’s neck.

“Buck.” Eddie whispers. “Buck, we- we should talk.” Eddie tries, but one of his hands is tangled in Buk’s hair, holding on tight. Buck stills his movements, looks up at Eddie and sees reluctance in his face. He’s not sure if it’s reluctance to stop or continue, and he needs to know for sure, would never want Eddie to feel pressured in any way. They have no alcohol to blame this time, after all.

“If you want to, let’s stop, and we can talk.” Buck says, voice a little shaky as he adds, “But we can always talk tomorrow?”, knowing this is a very bad decision, once again. He’s looking at Eddie’s face and sees something complicated, a conflict, a battle with himself. His eyes roam over Buck’s face, lingering on his eyes, then lips, then back to eyes. In the end, some part of Eddie wins, or loses, and he captures Buck’s lips with his own again.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck

@eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life

@diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck

@loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff

@spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus

@giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon

@911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

@diazsdimples @your-catfish-friend

#wip wednesday #buddie cheating fic #eddie is not able to resist buck for the third time in this fic oops lol #both of them are so messy and make such bad decisions and i'm living for it <3 #also im almost sure there will be an eddie pov chapter after this so let's hope i don't forget this moment and his thoughts here lmao #tbh I'm about to have a stressful day in two days and I'm already stressing out and can't really focus on writing #but also need it to distract me lol #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #also writing two bucktommy fics rn that take more of my attention than this ngl lol i'll be fully back to it soon tho haha

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cerise-on-top · 1 month

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Heyyyy!!! :333

how are things??!??!?? I haven’t checked tumblr in a while!!!!

is it ok if I request a Konig x f!reader where she gets flustered by him calling her his little wifey as you said in the one post? It’s ok if you choose not to obvs as I know you write Gender neutral, so don’t feel obligated!!

Hey! It's been alright, but I've been super tired as of late! I've got the second theoretical exam on Tuesday, though! And once I pass that I will finally be done with all the theory! :D Also, the referenced post is this one!

König Calling his GF Weibi

I feel as though he’d be very sudden with calling you that. In fact, he’d likely be saying something along the lines of “Mei Weibi schaut heite wieda zuckasüß aus.” He never expected you to understand him, much less be interested in what he had to say about you. While he may not hide the fact that he was talking about you in the slightest, looking at you with those big, adoring blue eyes of his, he would be surprised when you turn to look at him, done with his impossible to Google translate German. Even if you had been learning the language for a while now, whenever he reverted to his own German you barely, if at all, understood him. And thus, you confronted him about what he had to say about you this time. König would chuckle a bit at your fierce demeanor this time when you were usually quite calm about him complimenting you in German.

“I’m not sure how I should translate ‘Weibi’, but I’ll try… Weibi is sort of like little wifey. My lovely little wifey looks sweet as sugar again today. That’s essentially what I said.” His accent was thick again, as it had always been, but it added to his charm. Although he was usually a rather sweet man, this took you by surprise. You were his girlfriend, not his wife, yet, so you weren’t sure why he would call you that. It was rather sweet, but you weren’t sure how to process this.

“A-ah, I see…” Looking away, you grabbed your wrist and gently rubbed the skin there with your thumb. A rather obvious gesture, König seemed to be delighted about this. As you looked him in the eye again, you saw a glimmer in his eyes. It wasn’t anything devious, in fact it was a rare sight to behold in the first place as he could sometimes be rather timid, despite being a behemoth. Unsure of what was about to happen, you turned to leave, a goofy grin on your face that you hoped he hadn’t spotted just yet.

“Well, Weibi, you can’t just leave me hanging here. Don’t go, where would I be without you?” He tenderly grabbed your wrist. Despite his usual gentle ways, there was some strength to him, even now. “You’re my lovely little wifey and I love you a lot, so don’t leave just yet.” Even as you struggled against his grasp on you, even as you continuously turned to face away from him, he always found a way to get to see your pretty face. Resorting to hiding your face behind your palm seemed fruitless as well, König, too, had two hands, after all. He was too strong, despite him barely using any of his strength. Curse him and the fact he was part of a PMC. One of these days, you were going to give him a piece of mind. Until then, he may run free. Holding both of your hands in his, he pushed you against the kitchen wall, trapping you against it and him.

“You like that nickname, don’t you?”

Using the opportunity that presented itself to hide further from him, you pushed your body against his, concealing yourself still. “It’s just… I don’t know if I’m understanding this the right way, but being your wife sounds kind of nice, actually… Like, it seems like a rather domestic nickname. If you were a bit more careful with your body, then I just know you’d make for an ideal husband too. The idea of someday being your real wife just gets to me, you know?”

He hadn’t even considered that up until that point. But you being his wife, him being your husband, it sounded like a dream. Letting go of your wrists, he wrapped his arms around you instead. “I know, Weibi. But don’t worry too much about it. I used to be far more reckless when I was younger. So I’m sure I will calm down in the future. Besides, why not make it a reality someday? Just the two of us in our own apartment, maybe with a kitten or two to take care of. I’d love to marry you someday, you’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had. I love you more than anyone and anything else.”

König had the chance to be such an asshole in that moment, and despite that he chose to be a sappy idiot. Again, you were reminded as to why you loved him in the first place. Wrapping your arms around him as well, you breathed in his scent. That all-too familiar scent you’ve come to adore. The one that reminded you that no one could ever harm you, that you were safe, no matter what. He was so warm too, you couldn’t help but melt into him. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?”

He pressed a kiss to your temple before chuckling again. “Bear with an idiot for a moment? Just until we’re married and I’ve burned the certificate.”

“Because then I can’t return you? König, have you been looking at memes again?”

“Hush, Weibi. No one needs to know.”

#cod #cod x reader #konig #könig #konig x reader #könig x reader #I'm at almost 165K words in my document for cod now. oops #but I was really looking forward to writing this! thank you :D #hope you've been doing well too!#I love putting König in situations! even if I still don't have a proper grasp on his character #like I think he'd be sweet towards his loved ones but absolutely relentless towards almost everyone else #but he loves cats #he'd always stop when he sees a cat to pet it. if the timing is appropriate #so I think he'd love to have a cat or two with you #oh before I forget again #fem!reader #this time it's actually appropriate #I don't mind writing a gendered reader as long as there's actually a point to it! since German is a gendered language I can see the point #but yeah usually the gender of reader really shouldn't matter! which is why it usually annoys me when all I can find are fem!readers #not everyone reading these things is a woman. so yeah I really do prefer writing gn readers but I can make exceptions here and there :3

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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Can I request a Raphael x angel MC please 🥺

The Gabriel x Michelle and Lucifer x Michael were so good 😭😭

I'm stuck with you and your scenarios now 😠

You're welcome, dear~! I see my total eclipse of the brain bring some good after all. I hope I will be able to fulfill this request. Rafael is on the verge of being a character I dare write for, but let's try.

It was all your fault, that you make Raphael feel so special, then forget about it, and after all, you died. Lowly, pathetic human being. How dare you? Do you think he will forgive you for this? Tsk. Not only stupid, but naive, too. You are lucky that you chose to be reincarnated in heaven. Maybe there's still a chance for your pitiful soul.

And *maybe* you will repent if stop teasing him and start to suck.

Even though you were below him, licking his piercing and letting him tug at your hair, you knew who was boss. Poor, unaware angel. Blessing? Being the chosen one? Good joke. Only few strokes and his tip was already covered with whitish ooze. You raised an eyebrow and snickered.

“And who is the pathetic one?”

He grabbed your hair harder.

“Shut... up. Do your work.”

“Truly pathetic…” Your tongue stroked his trembling manhood. “Swayed so easily.”

“Enough!”

As you opened your lips once more, he thrusted deep inside your mouth. Smiled vindictively as you chocked. He wanted you to lose your breath, to finally be quiet, and obediently end the act of his ascension. As cruelly, as holy. New madness hitted his insides as you murmured with a trickle of saliva ran down your chin.

“Better…” Those full cheeks, clenched throat and murderous intent in your eyes make you both dirty and perfect. Perfect to be used. Clouded with pleasure, he thought that he found his new favorite toy.

All Raphael stans! Let me redirect you to @livelaughlovesubs and her wonderful fics - here you got first and second part. I assume you've already seen it, if not, check it out~ She can write and catch his personality way better than me

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb raphael #skye's little talk #IGNORE MY RAMBLING IN TAGS #i know it may be not as good as previous ones #especially since Raphael is the seraph I have the hardest time empathizing with #I hope I didn't make it sound too ooc well oops lmao #i feel i'm wayy better when i can write in third person with actual characters #because mc must be more ambiguous and I can't go all in with them like with two characters that have established story and personality #ok established is a big word for characters we don't know yet #but i can make headcanons based on common ground #and for mc we may have the default ra-on but lets be honest most of us makes mc totally different from what we know in-game #especially when it comes to personality and that's crucial in writing #or maybe it's because i'm way more used for style i use in a book than for fanwriting cuz i got way more expirience in the first one #ahemmm i got a little carried away

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