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ithinkinggenshin · 2 years

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Can I request a jealous dom! Ei because miko keeps touching/touching fem and ei does something spicy 👀

Belonging to her

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Ei, Yae Miko

Pairings: Ei x Fem! Reader, Yae Miko x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, electro stimulation, jealousy

Synopsis: There have been a LOT of requests for jealous sex with the women

Word count: 1.4k

Extra Notes: I put these together because I thought they fit well.

Ei is generally used to Miko's antics. She's well aware that she wouldn't be able to avoid or deflect any of her teasing. But there are some lines that even her best friend shouldn't cross, and one of them is you.

To Yae, the best entertainment involves her using your compliant nature against you to force you to play along with her, all while watching Ei slowly lose her composure.

The Maiden's hands roam all over you as she talks. You shiver as her breath hits the shell of your ear.

"Ei may be the one in a puppet's body, but you behave more like a doll. I can practically pose you however I want," she emphasizes this by taking your wrist in her hand and lifting your arm up, her other arm wrapped around your waist. You look like two lovers who have just finished a waltz. You, the damsel, red faced and wide eyed. Miko, the dame, who's just finished capturing your heart with her beauty and grace. Ei's glass cracks in her grip.

"You even have the perfect body for playing dress up," she gasps, "We should see how you look in a shrine maiden uniform! Oh, I bet you'd be so adorable in a hamaka." Her hands start roaming again. She forces you to hold your arms outstretched, then wraps her arms around your waist, then puts her foot next to yours. She's sizing you up, informally taking your measurements. Ei stalks over to the two of you in front of the large mirror.

"Miko…"

"Oh Ei! I didn't see you there. We were just talking about swapping outfits. Be a dear and hold my hair so I can get out of my dress easier."

"Miko, I think it's time for you to go. I'd like to spend some alone time with my love."

The kitsune fakes a pout, wrapping her arms around your neck from behind and leaning her boobs against your chest, making your face heat back up.

"Don't be so mean, Ei. We were just getting to the fun part. Right, doll?"

You can't bring yourself to look at either women in the mirror's reflection. Ei's gaze is burning holes into you, and the only other thing you can focus on is how Miko is smothering the back of your head with her breasts. The inside of your mouth is dry, and no matter how many times you open and close it, you can’t seem to get any words out.

Ei steps closer and tugs you into her arms, wrapping them tightly around your midsection, just below your chest. You’re positive she can feel your heart hammering against your rib cage.

“Miko. Leave us.”

You draw a sharp breath. She’s using the Shogun voice. Pure authority and intimidation radiating off of her. Were it anyone else, Ei would have simply cut them in half and dragged you back to your shared chambers.

Yae knows when she’s fighting a losing battle. She sighs and waves her hand.

“Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up. I’ll be going now. See you soon, dolly.” She winks at you before turning around and sauntering out of the room.

Not a second after the screen door shuts, Ei has you pinned to the floor. Her long fingers tear your clothes off, and you bite your lip as you feel a few threads dig into your skin. You can’t help it when your arms come up to cover your chest, self conscious as you’re exposed. You only hesitate and become aware of your action when you hear Ei growl. She’s told you time and time again not to hide yourself from her, and you shouldn’t be testing her patience right now.

Apparently you aren’t fast enough in your response, because Ei takes matters into her own hands. Not even two seconds later, she has your arms pinned above your head, her large hand wrapped around your wrists. You squirm a little as the cold air hits you, and Ei tears the last bit of clothing off of you.

She’s too fast. You have no time to even stop the moan that’s ripped from you. Your girlfriend sucks your nipple hard. She bites around the areola, and you arch your back into her. Her free hand grips your thigh, her nails digging crescents into your skin. You barely have time to register all of the different sensations before she’s switching to your other breast. Her thumb extends and presses against your clit, you tremble in anticipation.

Ei never lets you walk out of the palace without at least three different marks and symbols that indicate that you belong to her. You convulse as her hands produce electricity. The veins on your wrist tingle, and your pussy spasms around nothing as she pumps her power into you. It’s barely even a fraction of her might, and you’re already wailing. Tears build up in your eyes, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t getting horny because of this. Ei doesn’t stop sucking hickies. Each time her lips connect with your skin, you get shocked.

You cry her name, your voice breaking as you shout.

Her long digits fill you up in one swift motion. You howl as the electricity zaps at your inner walls. You jerk and shake as shocks pulse through you, spaced out and firing at what feels like random intervals. Your girlfriend pays you no mind as sucks a particularly purple bruise onto your neck right on your pulse point.

Her pace is breakneck, and you don’t even have time to process your first orgasm as she keeps pumping into you.

“Mine.”

You moan as another orgasm crashes through you. Ei doesn’t relent. You can already feel your third building inside of you.

“Say my name. Let Miko hear you.”

You yell her name loud enough that the people working outside could probably hear you.

“Mine.”

Your head is spinning, completely unable to process anything other than the woman above you. Ei forces you to cum a third time, not breaking for a second before she’s flipping you up. Making you sit in her lap.

When your vision clears you’re met with your reflection. You’re covered in Ei’s marks, your whole body glistens with sweat, and your hair is frazzled.

Ei plunges her fingers into your cunt. You can’t tear your gaze away, watching as they slip in and out of you. You shudder as your oversensitive pussy greedily sucks her fingers into it.

You stare down as her digits pump in and out of you, only brought back to reality when you suddenly feel cold against your skin. Ei pushes you against the mirror. You leave fingerprints and smears on the glass. It fogs up where your hot breath hits it.

You barely manage to process the rest. At some point Ei fucks you with the hilt of her sword. The bumps made by the rope on the handle provide extra stimulation, making you cum on the weapon even faster. Ei fucks you in the air, easily holding you up as she thrusts into you. She fucks you against every wall in the room, and on the low table at the center. You pass out at one point and wake up to her fucking you in your bed, the sheets burning against your red ass. She eventually flips you over and forces her thumb past your puckered entrance, and the process starts anew.

♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

Yae Miko pants as she cums for the third time. She shouldn’t be taking so much pleasure from hearing you and Ei fuck. But the sounds of your cries make the kitsune lose her mind. Her fingers find their way inside her before she can even stop herself. Miko imagines you beneath her. She imagines fucking you against a piller at the shrine. She imagines it’s her, shoving her sacred wand into your cunt and letting it electrify your insides. She can’t help but look up, watching as Ei carries you out of the room. You’re completely out of it, dumb and fucked out. The image burns into Yae’s mind and she has to stop herself from following Ei. The kitsune races out of the palace and up the mountain, where she cums again, the image of you completely ruined at the forefront of her mind. She wishes Ei would share you, even just once.

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topmalereaderblog · 10 months

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Miguel O'Hara // Mature Thoughts⚠️

Imagine: Miguel and you have an intense breeding kink and trying to fulfill your husband's wishes.

"Mira te mi amor so beautiful and just for me to see," you were current worshipping Miguel with your hands travel up and down his body as your cock was resting inside his hairy tight hole waiting for him to adjust.

"Mierda~ si porfavor quiero tus bebes," you could feel Miguel hairy ass starting to grind himself against your cock trying to for so sort of friction. "So desperate for me, aren't you fuck I want bloat this belly up," you slow pulled out and thrusted back inside him.

Your thrust started picking up pace, trying to reach places inside Miguel you've never reached before "fucking shit Miguel," you grabbed his hairy pecs and toyed with his nipples "gonna make these nice and big huh feed me and my children with them," you said as your thrust became harder leaning your head down you took one of his nipples in your mouth while your hand continued to play with the other.

"Si~ s- shit yes, don't stop, please," Miguel tried to say he always wanted to start a family with you and the idea of carrying your children has been stuck in his mind for a while now he wanted this wanted you to give you children and have a big family. "Ah~," you could feel Miguel's back arched as you finally found his prostate.

"Fuck~," you grunted as you grabbed Miguels hairy thighs and putting him in a mating press "gonna cum inside you mi amor, tell me how much you want my baby's," you said as you were holding him with your head in-between his neck.

"T- todos los quiero todos, mierda mi amor no pares porfavor, Mmm," there was so much going on Miguel it was getting harder for Miguel to focus on your words your all he could feel was your cock penatrating his inside the way your public hairy grazed his hairy ass it felt natural like this is what he was really made for to take your cock.

"Look at you all fucked dumb because of me," you said staring at Miguel he looked lost. "You're gonna make me into a daddy? Isn't that right? gonna be a good house husband for me," You said all he could do was node while moaning. You loved Miguel, and you'll be damed if he didn't get pregnant by you. You'll find a way one day to make his dreams come true, but for now, fuelling his fantasies will have to do.

You grabbed Miguel's hairy ass and got up with your cock still inside him. Your thrusts were starting to become a little sloppy as you felt your orgasm approaching but first you needed to make your husband cum. You got of the bed holding Miguel's ass and started bouncing on your cock. Miguel grunted at the new position feeling your cock go even deeper than before.

In a matter of time Miguel was trembling his hole clenching on your cock as cum coated your his and yours hairy stomach. You finished inside him, painting his inside white with your baby batter, making sure to have a butt plug next to you. You gently laid Miguel back on his back and tried to pull out.

Miguel's hairy legs wrapped around you, pulling you back inside him. "Stay I- I mean, can you please stay inside me for the night you don't have to but -" Miguel felt your lips on his "I'll stay mi amor let's just get in a better position ," you replied.

So enough, Miguel was fast asleep with you back, still resting inside him as you both cuddled after your activities. The clean-up process was definitely gonna take a while, but that is a future yous a problem for now. You're happy holding your husband tight.

"Te quiero Miguel con toda mi vida," you said, kissing him in his forehead and rubbing his stomach. "Un día te daré la familia que quieres," and with that, you fell asleep with your head tucked in-between his neck.

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sturniolos-blog · 2 months

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Could you do one where ella brings her first boyfriend home to make him meet her family including nick and Chris nd the bf is actually a sweet little boy

Meeting - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff, cute

disclaimer: third person POV, let’s just pretend this fic came out before the last fic because i’m still gonna use Max

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4:35pm

Ella walked into her house as she held Max’s hand, pulling him in with her.

“Nick, i love you but please dame el cuchillo, you’re not cutting the fruit right.” Ella hears her mothers voice and a bunch of others in the kitchen.

dame el cuchillo: give me the knife

“Fine!” Nick says, giving the knife to Y/n.

“I’m back! With Max!” Ella yells out as Max has a nervous look on his face, everyone goes to the door way of the kitchen and living room and looks.

“Doma! Doma!” Y/n gives Nick the knife back and makes him hold it, him scoffing and shaking his head.

doma! doma!:take it take it

They all walk in to the living room, “Aye, que lindo! Eres muy guapo!”

que lindo! eres muy guapo!: how cute! you are very handsome!

“Gracias, Señora.” Max thanks, smiling at her.

gracias, señora: Thank you, Mrs.

Y/n almost faints at the fact Max speaks spanish, “Tu hablas español?”

Tu hablas español: Do you speak spanish?

“Estoy de españa, mi familia es de allí. Nosotros siempre voy en el verano.” Max laughs.

Estoy de españa, actualmente mi familia es de allí. Nosotros siempre voy en el verano: I’m from spain, actually my family is from there. We always go in the summer.

“Bueno, bueno. Muy divertido! Actualmente, estoy de-”

bueno, bueno. Muy divertido. Actualmente estoy de-: Good, good. Very fun. Actually, i am from-

“Aye, mamá! Let someone else talk to him.” Ella sighs, shaking her head.

Y/n nods, “Right, right.” Y/n takes a step back.

Matt was the next one to talk to Max, “You seem to have my wife swooning over you.” Matt laughs as he looks back, seeing Y/n start complaining about the uneven fruits that Nick cut, Nick trying to defend himself but Y/n always wins.

Max laughs and scratches his neck, “I guess so.”

“Right, so do you smoke? Drink?” Matt asks.

“Dad!” Ella butts in.

“I need to know! It’s not everyday your daughter finds a boyfriend.” Matt says, putting his hands up in defense.

“Yes it is!” Mailo laughs as he comes and stands next to Matt.

Ella goes to speak but Max stops the arguing as he clears his throat, “No sir, no drinking, no smoking, definitely no drugs. I am an honors student and i have a great attendance and i’m currently tutoring other kids, including your daughter.” Max says as he smiles.

“You’re in tutoring!?” Mailo lets out a loud, dramatic, doubling over laugh.

“Cállate! Estoy en highschool, so be quiet you little middle schooler.” Ella shoves Mailo’s shoulder as he continues to laugh.

Cállate! Estoy en..: Shut up! I’m in..

Matt smiles, putting his hand out to shake Max’s hand, “Alright, welcome to the family. He can stay!” Matt says, making everyone cheer.

“Mamá! Ella’s in tutoring!” Mailo continues to laugh.

“Que!?” Y/n calls out from the kitchen.

Que!?: What!?

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so i didn’t add where he talked to chris and nick but lets just say everyone liked Max

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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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This just popped into my head. please can i request headcandons of miles, Hobie, Pavitr (separately) and the reader wearing matching shirts like cute couples

Miles would probably either have those goofy couple shirts that you guys got as a joke but you now wear unironically. Ie: don’t go bacon my heart/ I couldn’t if I fried. (This is purely cuz I love shitty puns)

Or couple shirts where they have a matching small heart embroidered somewhere on the pocket of the shirt/hoodie.

Nothing overly drastic about your relationship, just small, minuscule things that you could incorporate in your every day wears. Kinda like this:

Miles is just an awkward dude who’s trying his best to show you how much he love you, and it definitely shows which never fails in making you smile because he does it so effortlessly that pretty sure he doesn’t know it.

Would he get playfully teased by his mates? Yeah, probably but does he care? Not fucking really because he loved the fact that you were matching in subtle ways. It’s just the way you like them because not everyone needs to know but they do due to how painfully obvious Miles was being.

so much so that it doesn’t take much for anyone to assume that you were together, with or without the matching shirts. They only add to what was already crystal clear to everyone.

Your love with Miles is goofy, clumsy as a newborn deer, subtle, sweet, caring, warm, protective and above all; loyal.

Pavitr is a grade a sucker for matching couple shirts that he probably buys them in bulk, so you’d have new ones to wear throughout the entire week.

One day it’ll be the cheesy ‘my head belongs to him/ my heart belongs to her/him/ them’ couple shirts and then the next day it’ll be the ‘I love’ shirts that he defiantly got personalised to add your names in conjunction to the phrase.

He’s also the type of couple shirts where you have to be stood together for the wording on it to make coherent sense to anyone wanting to read it.

Pavitr also has the couple shirts where they point to one another and say shit like ‘born to love her/him/them’ on it because he always tells you on a daily basis that the moment he met you, he felt as though he was born to love you.

He’s just got so much love for you and wants to show it in any way possible, not caring if it earns you the title of sappiest couple or most loved up couple because in all fairness, what they say was a hundred percent true. Pavitr is a sappy and loved up boy but that was because of you and he hoped that you felt the same towards him.

You do, stop denying it.

Pavitr is unashamed in wearing matching shirts with you. He takes great pride in it and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got a fuck ton of pictures of you two doing cute couple shit in your matching couple T-shirts. One might’ve been made into his home/Lock Screen by the end of the day, but is subjective to change because he loved all of them equally and can’t choose between them.

Hobie isn’t the fondest of couple shirts, he probably finds them ridiculous and cringe inducing but if he were to wear to one, he’d probably only wear it as a pyjama set where less eyes can see.

This ain’t in due to any insecurity he might have because Hobie was the definition of what confident in your own skin looked like, he just doesn’t understand why you needed shirts to proclaim your love when he does that already by draping all his limbs over you, publicly kissing you, touching you and the like.

So he’d like to think he’s making it pretty loud and clear that you two were something to one another that transcends the need for labels but again he ain’t against verbally calling you his.

Even then the shirts you’d have would either be a little on the vulgar side because Hobie thought it funny or shirts that are like ‘I don’t do matching shirts’/ ‘but I do.’ Kind of thing.

An example of the aforementioned couple shirt:

However that don’t mean Hobie doesn’t like being called yours -constancy be damed- he’d just prefer it if it wasn’t so blatantly and unabashedly spread out across a marketable t-shirt that anyone can get and that provides no sentimental meaning for either of you.

Now let’s say you’re a wizard on a sewing machine and all things textiles and had made you both a matching couples t-shirt then that’s a completely different case entirely.

For those shirts held sentimental value because you were the one to go out of your way and make them for the both of you and who’s Hobie to reject the change of wearing something you made with your bare hands?

He’d wear it for you and he’d wear the shit out of it because he’s proud of everything you do and would be damned if he let you think otherwise.

A/n: now me, personally. I can not stand matching couple shirts…it rubs me the wrong way. Sure some are cute but you’d never catch me in one. Ever. I respect myself too much. Also I was probably projecting myself onto Hobie just a little.

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puppiesandnightlock · 6 months

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Link to Ao3: A Robin's Song

Summary: Since diapers, Jon and Damian have been best friends. Accidentally encouraging jon to go ask out a girl, damian must now deal with the consequences of pushing his what he thinks are unrequited feelings down. He turns to music to vent, posting under an anonymous online username "Robin".

What he was not expecting, was for the music to blow up, leaving him internet famous, and his feelings out in the open.

and Jon is completely clueless.

A/N: THIS IS A REVERSE ROBINS AU AGES R: Damian is 17 Duke is 16 Tim is 14 Steph is 13 ½ Cass is 12 Jason 10 ¾ Dick is 5 Jon is 18 Kon is 14 Bart is 13 Wally(will be mentioned eventually) is 5 Roy(also will b mentioned eventually) is 11

Based on this post by @jaybirbie

December 3, five weeks before.

“Can’t believe you, Mr. Jonathan-its-under-fifty-degrees-please-wear-a-jacket, didn’t wear the biggest coat you could find today.” Jon snorted, rifling through his closet.

Damian’s bronze skin was dusted with a pretty pink as he scowled, a knitted green sweater and black skinny jeans his only defense against the cold.

“It’s a weekend, Jon, I had no intention to go out, and I let Duke take the big jacket because he was going out with friends.”

Jon hummed sympathetically before pulling out the next sweater he had, his letterman.

“Try this on, Dames.”

“I don’t think it’ll be that warm.” Damian eyed it skeptically. Jon gave him a look, and he scoffed, shrugging it on anyway.

“Looks better on you than me.” Jon cackled, snapping a quick picture.

The sleeves went past his hands, the jacket going down to his mid-thigh. Damian was drowning in a sea of warm fabric, and for a moment he was lost, inhaling deeply and smelling the fabric softener Jon’s mom used, a hint of the cologne he stole from his father, and a smell that was utterly Jon. Just Jon. His best friend, and definitely nothing more. Never…anything more.

“Dami?” Jon croaked nervously, silence taking over the room.

Damian snapped out of his little dream world and flushed red, scrambling to take it off and hand it back. “Way too big.”

“Is it normal for you to smell clothing?” Jon raised an eyebrow, was that a small, miniscule burst of pink on his cheeks?

No, stop messing with your own emotions, Damian.

Damian turned his nose up and scowled. “Yes, when was the last time you washed that thing?”

“Hey! It’s clean, thank you!” Jon shot back indignantly, but not before sniffing it quickly, just to make sure.

His friend snorted, before putting on the light jacket he’d brought over his knitted sweater.

“We can just stay home and watch tv or something,” he offered.

“Should I put on Glee?”

“I’ll grab some cocoa.”

Five weeks after.

“What a sight for sore eyes.” Jon sighed, slumping against his locker. Damian looked up, shutting his as he grabbed his books.

“Your locker?”

Jon let out a breathy chuckle. “No. Her .”

He followed his gaze to a girl walking down the hall, laughing with a group of girls. Some wore a cheerleading outfit, but she wore a skirt with leggings, white shirt, and a low cardigan. Her skirt and sweater were varying shades of blue, and when she opened her eyes, one could see her eyes were as well.

Thick pieces of brown hair fell to her hips, two long layers framing her face, slightly shorter bangs parted in the middle of her forehead.

And with one glance, he could already tell. Jon was utterly enamored with her.

“What’s her name?” Damian asked quietly.

“Haisley. She’s one of the cheerleaders, and god, her voice when she sings. Angels, Damian, I swear to you she’s what angels sound like.”

Every word out of Jon’s mouth was ripping him to shreds and he fought the sudden urge to scream. Instead he swallowed hard, spitting out words like they had done him personal harm.

“You should go talk to her.”

Stop, Damian, don't do this to yourself.

“I’m sure you’ll get on very well, she looks sweet.”

Jon went pale. “Oh, God, she’s coming this way! Damian, what if I screw up?”

“Jon, it's a simple greeting. Say hi, I’m Jon, I’ve seen you around, then blah blah, say something charming. You’re good at that.”

He said it so dismissively, it nearly convinced himself that he didn't actually care. His taller friend inhaled sharply before meeting her halfway. Before he made it to her, she was tripped by something, and dropped her books. Being the good boy he was raised to be, he rushed over to help.

Damian winced as Jon said something to make her laugh, his pale complexion flushing crimson at the sound.

Fighting off the stupid emotions, he kept his head down and sped out of the hallway.

What had he done?

Present day.

Third wheel again.

It was lunch, and instead of the usual eating under the big oak in the courtyard of their high school, Damian was stuck between Haisley and Jon, trying not to scowl as they chattered and flirted.

It was disgusting, frankly, and never failed to make his appetite disappear.

He had long since stopped trying to join their conversations, always drowned out by the “we’re-not-together-yet-Dames” couple.

“I’m just going to throw my tray away.” He called loudly over their talking, the only acknowledgement that he received was a thumbs up from Jon and a sweet smile thrown his way by Haisley.

Never one to waste food, he tucked the remaining packaged snacks and apple in his backpack before returning.

Before he made it to the table, he saw Jon draping his letterman over Haisley. The same one he’d been given on that cold day. Bile rose in his throat as he saw her lean her head tentatively on his shoulder, watching as Jon grew flustered, and just as hesitantly, wrapped an arm around her.

Damian suddenly felt as if he’d stumbled across something private, and hastily turned and walked away.

The walk turned into a run, and suddenly he was in the library, holed up in a corner as he cursed the sniffles he got.

This is hardly something to cry over , he scolded himself. I knew it was never going to happen.

He stayed in the little corner until the bell had rung, sketches of characters that didn't exist pouring over his sketchbook.

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Walking home had always been something held to high regard for Damian these last few weeks since Haisley arrived. The only time he could have Jon to himself like he used to. These moments were treasured now, more than ever.

“Where’d you go at lunch, Dami?” Jon asked, strolling along the sidewalk.

“The library. There was a book I wanted to check out.” He said smoothly.

“Where is it then?”

“Oh, they didn't have it, so I had to put it on hold. I must have gotten distracted looking at the other ones.”

Yes, he had precrafted a story or five to tell.

“Did I miss anything important?”

“No, not really.” Jon let out a whoosh of air. “Just that I may actually be falling in love with Haisley.”

Hurt struck him like glass daggers to his heart, but years over playing games with his brothers had ensured he had an absolutely stellar poker face.

His mask of indifference washed over him as he responded with a tremor to his tone.

“Is that so? What makes you think that?”

“Gosh, she’s so pretty, for one.”

Damian’s stomach twisted, and he spoke. “So, is it just physical? That’s not love, Jon, that’s a crush.”

“Wha-? No, I'm not done. She’s sweet, kind, and funny. She can actually have a snarky side if you hang around her enough. She has a good heart, and I know my parents would approve. Besides, do I gotta mention all the other stuff? The way her eyes get all squinty when she laughs, her smile, all the blue. I look good in blue, don’t I? We could match~”

Jon continued gushing and at the corner, Damian clapped him on the shoulder and declared with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes that he was happy for him.

“You sure, D? You don’t look too excited.” Jon seemed worried.

“Course, J, I only want you to be happy. If you're happy, I'm happy. Just…this won’t come between us, right?”

He would die before he let their friendship burn, even if that meant he had to keep his distance.

“Never. You're my best friend, Damian. We’ll always be like this won’t we? Forever?”

“Yeah. Forever.” Damian swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and breathed a sigh of relief as he hit the row of small houses.

“My stop. See you tomorrow.”

Before he could hear the response, he scurried away and across the street to the little tired house on the corner.

He unlocked the door and shut it behind him, slumping against it. The inside of the house was warm and cozy, the smell of cooking food making it homey.

When he opened his eyes, he could see his oldest younger brother, Duke, in the kitchen, the old yellow apron they had tied around his waist.

“You okay, Dames?” Duke set the pan down and lowered the fire, moving to help him up.

“Peachy.” He responded, letting himself be pulled upwards.

He hung up his coat and backpack and tried a smile, which Duke returned sympathetically.

Marching into his room, he starfished across his small bed and screeched into the pillow.

“✨Anger issues✨” Was hummed from above him.

Grumbling, Damian launched his pillow towards the person, his mood lifted slightly as he heard an “oof-” as the pillow hit his target.

“My dear menace to society.” Damian grinned as the pillow was thrown back and a black haired head popped up from the top bunk of the bunkbeds next to him.

“How was imprisonment for you today?”

“Fine, fine, I won't bore you with details .” The teen waved his hand dismissively, before raising an eyebrow.

“How was your day, is the question we should all be asking if you came in here and tried to summon a demon with those screams.”

“And summon a demon, I did.” Damian gestured upwards to his little brother.

“Asshole.”

“Swear Jar.”

A quarter was thrown at his face.

“I’m serious, I'm fairly certain you and Duke are the ones who pay like half the bills from just the jar.”

“Shut up.” Tim stuck his tongue out, Damian returning the gesture.

“Kon told me Jon got a girlfriend.” His tone softened. “Are you okay?”

The crush was well known between the three oldest brothers and Cass, and it was often used as a teasing device, if not them actually trying to convince Damian to say something.

“Fine. And they’re not together yet, tell Connor to get his facts right.” he waved off his brother’s concerns.

Tim looked at him, seeing directly past the lie, however, knowing better, he kept his mouth shut.

“You should write,” He said instead. ”Healthy venting.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Nonetheless, Damian followed his advice and took out a writing pad, proceeding to stare at the blank page for the next half hour until his youngest siblings and father arrived home, much like the author of this fic.

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After dinner, everyone lounged around the living room, chattering and doing activities with each other.

Dick bounced onto the couch next to Damian and turned on the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

“Dami?”

“Dickiebird?”

“Will you play for us?”

Damian inhaled sharply. It had been awhile since he’d touched his guitar, but it still remained one of his younger brothers favorite pastimes.

“I’m a little rusty, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try.”

He went and grabbed it, repositioning himself back on the couch. His siblings paused in their activities to watch.

Hesitantly he tunes and strums, before playing around with some notes. Finding he quite liked the pattern, he continued with the slow melody, switching it up and returning it.

“I’ve never heard this song before.” Steph turned her head to the side, pausing in painting Cass’s nails.

Jason bookmarked the page in his book and tore a page from one of Damian’s sketchbooks, coming to sit in front of Damian.

“Can you play that again? It was really pretty.”

He repeated it, again and again until the tune swirled around the house, bringing everyone into the song.

The kids had made a small circle around the couch, Bruce putting down his newspaper in favor of listening to his eldest.

There was nothing in his heart that spoke of pain and longing, all poured into the melancholy melody surrounding them.

When he came back to the present, the paper Jason had torn was covered in little scribbles.

Music notes.

“Timmy helped, but these were the ones that we got, so that you can play that again sometime.”

“Please play it again!” Dick chirped.

“ Very beautiful.” Cass agreed out loud, trying to sign, but stopped by the wet paint on her nails.

“You should write lyrics!” Duke suggested. “I can help!”

The rest of the evening was spent curled in the living room, Damian writing furiously and Duke helping him make things flow, Tim leaning over occasionally and remarking how similar they sounded to Damian's own predicament.

Damian was subjected to yet another day watching “Jaisley” as Tim and his group of friends, Duke, and if he was honest, he called it that as well, pine after each other.

If he had to hear the words “She’s an angel, D.” in a lovestruck tone one more time, his father would have to pick him up at the local police station for arson and vandalism.

Luckily, his savior came in the form of one Duke Wayne, who magically showed up almost every time Damian was on the brink. Today was his full school day, so he walked with Jon and Damian back home, wincing everytime Jon opened his mouth to gush about Haisley.

“Well, fuck.” Duke muttered as they walked into the house, dropping a quarter into the large jar as they did.

“It’s bad.” Damian sighed. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I can sweep this under the rug, it’ll be fine.”

“Dames-” his brother started, before Tim came barreling through the door.

“Bye guys!” He screamed from the porch, two boys and a girl waving back at him.

Shutting the door, he turned to his older brothers. “We gonna record?”

Damian crossed his arms, staring up at his taller (only by a few inches!) little brother.

“Wonderful idea, Timothy.”

He stalked towards the room, overhearing Tim whisper to Duke. “ He called me Timothy, was it really that bad?”

“Worse, dude. Wayyyy worse.”

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Damian was wearing an oversized black hoodie with yellow lining, a dark green domino mask from an old halloween costume, and had left his hair out in a way rendered mostly unrecognizable to most of his school peers.

Tim screwed around with the beat-up old laptop they’d salvaged awhile back, and a suspiciously high-quality recording mic.

He would ask where it came from later.

The three brothers threw out some song requests for Damian to warm up, and then began recording.

After the third take, they stopped.

“Dami, you sound monotone. Like you’re rehearsing a line and we have you at gunpoint behind the camera.”

“Sorry.” Damian flushed.

Duke spoke up. “This is your song, your story. Try singing it how you feel, like you’re watching them and monologuing internally.”

He chewed his bottom lip, nodding. “Can we try again?”

Tim smiled, counting down.

This time, he shut his eyes, letting the soft strumming of the guitar take him back to the moment when he felt his heart break for the first time.

He floated away into the memories of them on the cold December day, to when they saw Haisley for the first time, to just recently listening to the voice he loved to hear pine for someone else.

The tune flowed around him, lifting him up into the song until he was nearly sobbing with the pain of reliving those painful moments, pouring all he had into the few minutes.

When he hit the final notes, he let the tears building up catch in the mask, a few stubborn ones slipping past the white out eyes and being hastily scrubbed away as Tim stopped recording.

The silence was loud, and nervously, Damian spoke up. “Should we retake?”

“That was perfect, Damian.”

“God, I could have cried. That is how this song was meant to be sung, and I'll be damned if this doesn't blow up by next week.”

“SWEAR JAR!” Tim and Damian chorused.

“I’m giving compliments.” Duke grumbled.

Tim stuck his tongue out and Damian skimmed the top of his guitar with his fingers gently.

“I…I don't think I want it to blow up too much. These are my feelings, and to be honest I wouldn't be surprised if they find out it's me just by the words.”

“I guess.” Tim shrugged, going over the footage in his computer, and tweaking with the picture and turning the sound up over the videos, adding subtitles with the lyrics.

“Your old profile pic is that symbol you drew a few years ago. Do you wanna keep it?”

It was a bubble letter R in dark colors of green and red, a hint of yellow making it pop. Damian studied it before nodding.

“Yes. I'd like to keep it.”

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They had played the song after dinner, the family applauding at the end. Tim posted it online with everyone onlooking, and although Damian claimed he didn’t care much about any of it, he sent the link to Kon, and asked him to pass it along to his older brother.

And if he hacked into a few accounts to put the link in their recommendations, who would know but him?

…And the FBI agent that Bernard from across the street told him was watching the computer, despite using a VPN.

It was for a good cause anyways.

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BIG HUGE THANKS TO MY AMAZING BETA READERS FOR THIS CHATPER @robbed-ghost and @redasuree !!!!!!!!!!!

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La Belle Dame avec Merci -- Chapter 5: Time in the Shaft

Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; female masturbation; male masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best;

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Once the doors closed, the space was suddenly stifling. You regretted wearing the cardigan sweater you had put on this morning. You moved to open it up with your free hand, but even the few buttons you undid didn’t help. It also didn’t help that Eddie was silently boring holes into your head with his eyes.

“Well,” he said, “you got me where you want me. What now?” He pulled his hand away from yours and crossed his arms defiantly.

“I’m really confused. I know you’re kinda pissed at me for all the using you stuff, but you weren’t this angry two days ago. If anything, you were the opposite. What happened?”

Eddie couldn’t tell you. There was too much to tell. First, there was the conversation with his mom — which you were never going to find out about thankyouverymuch. And then there was pleading with Wayne until the old man relented, shaking a finger at him reminding him that he only gets two days if he’s not actually sick and dying before leaving the house with a slam of the door that night. And then there was all the moping and stress smoking and pacing and vegging out in front of the TV and jerking off to the thought of you and smoking weed on the roof of the trailer to forget his orgasms only to wind up watching the stars in their slow rotation and wondering what you looked like when you slept. And today. Today when he reminded himself of his own monster of a father.

No. He was definitely not telling you about any of that.

“Nothing happened,” Eddie shrugged. “I just got wise to myself is all.”

“And now I can’t even talk to you?” you asked. You needed to understand. You ached for him to understand. You hungered for him to wrap his arms around you, safe and secure, and kiss you again, to help you understand. Was he okay with you existing at all? Could you breathe the air next to him? Would that be permitted? Could you silently live in the knowledge that you were another human being on the planet that he didn’t mind so much?

He didn’t have to be in love with you. He didn’t even have to like you. He just had to not actively hate you. That was all. That was enough.

“You can talk all you like, sweetheart,” he said. Faintly, you heard the strains of guitars, vocals, and the thud of a bass drum from outside the doors. “All I’ve got to do is wait for four songs to roll on by.” Here he backed up to the wall behind him and sat on the floor, one knee up, forearm balanced on his knee. He regarded you with a cocked head and a stony expression. He waved a ringed finger in a slow circle, silently motioning for you to get on with it.

You took a breath. And then another. “Okay. So. Apologies should start with the obvious, so — I’m sorry, Eddie. This whole thing was my idea and it was a royally bad one. I used you for the purposes of getting back at all those assholes. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have considered the consequences. But I was just so fed up, you know?” Eddie didn’t indicate that he sympathized. He continued to simply silently stare you down.

“Okay, so maybe not. You’re always much more eloquent in expressing your frustrations. You just hop up on a cafeteria table and let it all out for the whole school to hear. Possible detention be damned. Me? I’m terrified of detention. I’ve never had it and I don’t want it. So I do other things. Like…” Here you took a pause to actually consider what you had done. The frantic delivery of your apology faded away into a dull realization: “Well… I guess I use people to get what I want.”

You regarded him again. “I never thought of myself as a bad person before, but lately, I’ve noticed that I can be a really bad friend.”

You had been pacing the length of the ample space, talking with your hands, trying to not look over at Eddie at all if you could help it. All your thoughts spilled out of your face and, as your body got to the end of the space, you turned, stalked to the other end and turned, stalked to the other end and turned…. But calling yourself a bad friend had stopped you. Your eyes searched Eddie’s. He was still unmoved. You looked away again, crestfallen. You resumed your pacing.

“I was terrible to you, Eddie. And I’m sorry. I didn’t start off this life intending to be a hateful bitch, but I guess I am.” The words caught in your throat, tight and sore. You swallowed past it hard. “Pathetic too. I mean, what was I hoping to accomplish anyway? I didn’t want to be the popular girl. What do I care what the preppy kids or the jocks think of me? I have a few friends who know me. They know none of those stupid Ice Queen rumors are true.

“I also have my schoolwork. The teachers know I’m a good student….”

Eddie was still staring at you, dark eyes tracking your pacing like he was taking in a tennis match, only something had softened in his glance. It was only a minuscule shift, but you could swear you saw it there. He was almost looking at you like he was listening and really seeing you.

You shook it off. No. You were mistaken. He couldn’t possibly care about the ramblings of a girl who had treated him so shabbily. You were making a hatchet job of this apology but you couldn’t stop the word-avalanche spilling out of your face.

“But somehow, the way I’ve treated you has made me see myself differently. Like I’m not as squeaky clean as I thought I was. That I can be cruel and treat people without mercy. Christ, I never even thanked you.” A choked sob came out of nowhere and you clapped your hand over your mouth to stifle it. It embarrassed you. You didn’t mean to crack like that and the reflexive “I’m sorry” that came out of you had nothing to do with your need to apologize for your behavior, only the humiliation of your momentary weakness. You found the far corner again and faced into it, willing your body not to cry. Not here. Not now. But your body had other ideas. Your shoulders shook with your efforts.

You had been right: Eddie had not only watched you through all of this. He listened. He saw you. And he agreed with most of what you were saying with the notable exceptions of ‘hateful bitch’ (you had never been one of those), pathetic (not a word he would associate with you, even after your admission for the reasons behind the way you treated him and Gareth and Jeff thinking that you were), and ‘…without mercy. Christ, I never even thanked you’.

That one struck a chord.

La belle dame sans merci rang through his head over and over. Without mercy. Without thanks. Without compassion. Without kindness. You could be single-minded, it was true. But you were in no way merciless. You backing off of the whole Sadie Hawkins thing was evidence enough of that.

You were trying hard not to cry and it killed him.

He found his feet and softly came to you as you faced the far corner. Gently, he laid his hands over your upper arms and you started with a gasp, bringing your head up suddenly. “Shhh,” he soothed. “Can’t stand to see a woman cry. Stop that now.”

A flash of his mother crying in her bed came to him. He had to have been only five or so. He remembered his small hand on hers and how she had gripped it as she sobbed. His heart had ached. He couldn’t help her. He didn’t know what to do. He was too little. So he just did what she had done when he was upset. He reached up and stroked her hair, carefully avoiding her swollen eye that was slowly purpling, “Shhhh.” he had told her. “Shhhh. It’ll be alright, momma.”

Eddie wanted to turn you around and kiss you so badly it was a physical ache. All he could do in that moment was rub your arms and hush you just like his mother taught him. Your scent was all around him and he closed his eyes.

“Please forgive me,” you said, your voice thick with tears. You still couldn’t face him. Your brain was spiraling downward into a self-loathing bottomless pit. “I never meant to be so cruel. I really didn’t. I’m so sorry. So sorry.”

He nosed your hair. “Shhh,” he whispered, “just breathe. Just breathe. It’s all going to be okay.” The need to protect you was tangible but he didn’t realize what it was. All he knew was that you needed comforting and he was literally the only one available. If your one of your friends Marie or Gail or anyone else from your gang had been there, he wouldn’t have bothered. He really wouldn’t have. If they had been there it would have meant that you weren’t his problem because you weren’t his. And he wasn’t a girlfriend kind of guy anyway. Women were nothing but trouble. And when they cried…

Case in point: your tears. Jesus, a woman’s tears got to him like nothing else. It was a weakness he fortunately didn’t have to work on much because hardly any woman ever cried in front of him nor was he friendly enough with any of them lately for any girl to want to. Until now. Until you. He nosed your hair and memorized its scent and hated himself for his weakness the entire time.

And yet…he longed for this: for the intimacy of moments like this. The closeness that only could be had through time spent and secrets shared. Time he was not willing to invest because look where it gets you: a broken heart and loneliness all over again. His uncle Wayne was living proof. His mother was dead proof.

So he would comfort you. For now. Just long enough so you would stop crying because Jesus! He couldn’t stand it.

You regained your breathing with only the occasional hiccup, traces of the crying jag fading off. Eddie’s touch grounded you. His words were a balm. It was just what you needed. It felt like forgiveness. Was it? Was this him forgiving you? You turned in his arms.

“Better?” he asked. You wiped a tear away and nodded, not yet trusting your voice. “No more crying, okay?” he said. “Can’t handle it when girls cry. Always makes me feel like—“ he shook his head.

“What?”

“Never mind,” he said. He turned and sat back where he had been.

Silence reigned between you. Only the faint strains of a distant Led Zeppelin song reminded you that you were on a time limit to sort this out. Cosmo was on the other side of the door and would probably play something even longer if you didn’t take care of this mess.

“No,” you said. Your quiet voice was loud in the room. “Go on. Girl’s crying always feels like what?”

“Like emotional blackmail. Like a lie,” he said frankly, gazing hard at you, trying to hit you with the words.

“Why?”

He didn’t want to tell you about Deb Garson, she had been the only other girl to cry in front of him besides his mom. The boys had been playing soccer in the school yard. The ball had been kicked hard, she had stepped in front of it and it hit her in the leg. She had shrieked, cried, and fallen down. Eddie had been closest to her, stupid enough to go to her, to comfort her, and her friends had come up behind him and laughed. Soon Deb was laughing. It had all been a trick to see which of the boys would race to her side first. “See! I told you he had a crush on you, Deb!”

“Ew! Eddie Munson has a crush on me? Ugh! Gross! Disgusting loser!”

Before Deb, a woman’s tears always called for comfort, for understanding. For weeks afterward, the other kids painted him with a brush that meant he was a sensitive sap. Someone to be ridiculed for being weak. And it was all Deb’s fault.

Eddie’s hands became fists and he curled into himself all the more at the memory of her hateful laughter. “It just does,” he said, avoiding your eyes.

“What happened?”

He glared at you now. Good lord, the power that boy held in his eyes. His gaze fairly held you against the wall. “None of your fucking business.”

“Okay. Jesus,” you said and sat opposite him. The interior of the elevator was decorated in framed vintage posters for bands from long ago. Clearly cheap reprints of the originals, but at least it gave you something to read besides the unreadable boy across the way from you. Jefferson Airplane, The Holding Company featuring Janis Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix all surrounded you and you focused your attention on them as you waited for Cosmo to open the doors. After all, you accomplished what you set out to do. The rest was in the hands of one Edward Munson, the unreadable boy, the angry boy, the boy that kissed you once and ran away.

“I liked it, you know,” you said. “Just in case you were wondering.”

“Liked what?”

“Our last kiss,” you said quietly, busying your hands with the buttoning and unbuttoning of the bottom button on your pink cardigan, not really sure why you were ashamed to admit it. “Looking into your eyes like that. You have really pretty eyes.”

He looked at you sullenly. “Thanks,” he said. “But I wasn’t wondering.”

“You really hate me that much, do you?” you asked, bracing yourself. He didn’t answer you. He looked collapsed onto himself, sitting there all hunched over, forearms resting on his bent knees, head bent slightly, as if the dingy floor of the elevator somehow held the secrets of the universe.

“Finally,” he muttered.

“What?”

He raised a finger toward the door and waved it in the air. “Stairway,” he said. “Last song before our freedom is granted.”

“I wonder if he’ll let us go,” you said to no one in particular. Lord knows you couldn’t talk to Eddie.

“He better,” he said.

“He said to fix this,” you said, “Those were his very words: ‘fix this’. I’m willing to fix this. Why aren’t you? I mean, okay, be mad, but don’t hate me. You know I’m just as much of an outcast as you are.”

“Just as much of an outcast, but you used me like all the rest, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head.

“What?” you asked, genuinely puzzled. “Like all the rest? What “rest”?”

“You know, the jocks and party kids who don’t want to actually invite me to party, but need my weed. So I get ushered in the back door and I sit off in a corner somewhere. Granted, I make a buck, but god forbid I go in to chat with one of the ladies. Or maybe grab a beer? Oh no. Completely forbidden.”

He huffed a laugh. “Hell, even the teachers do it! Just this year, Hawkins High’s finest teacher at the school, O’Donnell, had to ask my help to fix her stupid audio/visual issues. Missing cable connector. They wheeled the fucking thing in set up wrong. ‘Course, I made her sweat it out a bit, but what the fuck? She’s never taken it easy on me? Why should I afford her any—“

He was about to say ‘mercy’, but stopped short. He turned his head, sick of the conversation. Sick of feeling like the pawn in someone else’s chess game.

The guilt of your actions washed over you. You didn’t have a defense. Still, you wanted to offer him a bright shining example of selfless love, so you said: “I imagine your mother—“

He pointed a finger at you. “You do NOT get to talk about my mother.”

You made yourself small, curling your feet in, hugging your knees. Even your voice was small. “I only thought she would be the one to love you without condition or agenda. Her and your uncle.”

“My mother took off without me. Multiple times. Last time? She ran off into the fucking snow. Dad tracked her down - again. Only this time, when he saw her walking along the side of the road, he hit the brake, and when he did, the car hit some ice and swerved and—“ Now it was his turn to hug his knees.

“Jesus, Eddie,” you whispered, the walls carrying your voice around to him. “Did she-?” But a shot of his sullen angry eyes over the horizon of his forearms told you everything you needed to know. “I’m so sorry.”

Eddie’s eyes shut tight. Fuck. You weren’t supposed to know she died. That bit of information was secret. It was part of his control over you NOT knowing him. And he just gave it up like a fucking goddamned sap.

“You know what?” He hopped up and started banging the side of his fist on the doors. “Let us the fuck out, Cosmo!” He was yelling at the top of his voice and the sudden noise caused you to clap your hands over your ears. “Come on! All done! Let us the fuck out!” You were fairly certain that he would have pried at the doors with his fingers if it were a regular elevator whose doors met in the middle, but this was a freight elevator and the telescoping door passed over the whole opening left to right. There was nothing to claw at.

“COSMO!” Eddie cried, his voice breaking a little, “I swear to god, that old hippie’s deaf.”

You don’t remember getting to your feet, but you had. You went to him slowly and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You are a miracle, you know.”

He spun on you and you pulled your hand back. “What?” He met your eyes with another glare. For a moment, you lost your breath. He was gloriously angry. Like an avenging angel.

“I mean— I just— The, uh, the fact that all that happened and you’re still as kind as you are? Still as playful? Still imaginative? You know that’s a miracle, right?”

“Leave me alone,” he said.

“Yeah. Sure,” you said, taking a step back.

He turned back to the door and began pounding on it again. Silently, you watched, willing him to forgive you and give you that stupid grin of his. But he didn’t. He just kept on beating at that door, all white knuckles and tense tendons. You were going to have to live with him hating you forever, it seemed.

“You’re going to hurt your hand, Eddie,” you said. He ignored you. Eventually he opened his fist and slapped at the door with the heel of his palm, still shouting, still angry. “Eddie, please.” Now he kicked at the door, a picture of pure rage that only a toddler having a meltdown could have. You knew then, that the anger he was putting into destroying what he could of the steel in front of him had nothing to do with Cosmo or even you. This was something bigger. Something that ran deeper.

“You’re going to hurt yourself! Please, Eddie. Please!” You grabbed his left arm with both of your hands in a feeble attempt to spin him away to look at you, but he was too strong and with his one swift motion to shake you off, you were thrust backward and onto the floor. You had stumbled a few steps before feeling yourself go and so were able to cushion yourself from any real harm, but in the end, you were sprawled along the floor flat on your back, stunned at your current position.

You had cried out when he had shaken you off of him and it had stopped his rage. Instantly, the horror of what he had just done made him sick.

No. No. Nonononononoooo.

He was at your side in an instant hovering over you, hair framing his face, the ends tickling your cheeks, the door, his rage, and the deaf hippie forgotten. “Holy shit! Are you okay? Are you? Jesus fuck. I’m sorry. Christ, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I didn’t think— Are you okay? Please say you’re okay. I didn’t—“ his hands hovered around your face, your shoulders, open, pleading. He didn’t know how to touch you, if he was permitted to touch you, the terror taking all his confidence away.

“I’m fine,” you said, “I’m fine. Just a bit shocked, that’s all. You’re really strong.” You sat up slowly and Eddie, who had knelt at your side, now sat on the floor with you, arms open, hand in your hair, the other on your opposite arm, pulling you into his chest to be cuddled and cradled and soothed.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry so sorry so sorry. I’m so sorry—“

He rocked you. He was trembling. You could feel the thrum clean through him. “Eddie? Eddie, honey?” You looked up at him. “It was an accident. I know that. You aren’t violent. You’re just upset. It’s okay. It was my fault anyway. I was trying to stop you and I should have just waited for you to calm down, but I didn’t want you to break your hand.” You took one of his hands in yours and kissed the side of it where his fist had met the metal. “You wouldn’t be able to play your guitar if you did.”

Your words were so real, the sound of them so sincere, it broke his heart. Of course he was violent. He knocked you over, hadn’t he? He was just like his father. The realization of it in the moment had ripped him apart. But now you making excuses for his behavior just like his mother used to do with his father. But you were kissing him. Kissing his hands better. No one besides his mother and uncle had ever bothered to heal or protect him. Especially from himself.

He didn’t understand you. All he knew was that receiving your concern didn’t feel natural to him. I don’t deserve—, he thought, his eyes welling with tears. I’m too…angry. I’m too much. I’m too much of a freak. Too much of a monster.

Your lips found his instantly. His stilled in response before eventually slowly melting into your touch. His hand fell from yours to your waist and his other cradled your shoulders as the kiss lingered. You brushed a hand to his cheek, feeling the five o’clock shadow there, letting him hold you and take comfort from you.

His uncle had tried to teach him about grace when he was about twelve. “Grace, when given,” his uncle had said, “is a beautifully divine thing. A real gift from God.”

“But what is it?” he had asked.

“It’s when we don’t allow the flaws of others to stop us from loving them anyway. We love past them. That’s God’s grace. Grace and mercy exist hand in hand.”

Now he thought he understood. Eddie felt nothing but God’s grace in your kiss. It wasn’t a grace he felt he deserved, but it was there for him anyway and he took it gratefully. And when the kiss broke, it was like seeing you for the first time. The scales that covered his eyes, the ones that were made of mistrust, were slowly falling away. They weren’t all gone. That would take time. But they were going.

He kissed you back. He felt you return it.

And there was no one there to trick or fool into thinking that you liked him. You had kissed him because you wanted to. Because you liked it. And he kissed you back. And you hadn’t shied or pushed him away.

Still, a dark voice in his head whispered, the one that always carried his trauma around like an embarrassing photo album to show off all the sordid and ugly memories of past betrayals and lies at the first opportunity to whatever happiness or hope he had harbored about anything. Still, it whispered, she could be playing the long game. You never knew with women.

Your second kiss broke and before you could say anything there was a low rumble and the door slid open with a creak and groan. Cosmo stood there with Jeff, Grant, and Gareth. Cosmo looked positively delighted. The rest of the boys did not.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” said Gareth.

“I’m not sharing pizza and a listening sesh with the Ice Queen, dude,” said Grant who turned away back toward the sitting area. Jeff silently followed with a shake of his head. Gareth crossed his arms, stood his ground, and glowered, the young angry beardless opposite of Cosmo’s joyful bearded expression.

“I’d better go,” you said softly but you didn’t get up. You wanted to feel his arms around you for just a few seconds more. “I know I won’t see you tomorrow at the dance, but will I see you on Monday?” you asked, stalling for even more time, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that you hadn’t taken your hand from his face.

He did notice. Your hand was warm, but that could also be the heat of his own face with the embarrassment he felt getting caught kissing you by his best friends. And after all they had done for him to get rid of you. Because you were evil. And a user. And manipulative. And beautiful. And lost. And really really sorry.

His confusion bred anger. He released you and stood up. “Leave me alone,” he said and walked past a concerned and disappointed Cosmo. Gareth joined him in his retreat with a hand on his shoulder that you noticed Eddie shook off. “Not a word,” Eddie told him as they joined the other boys.

You sat on the floor of the elevator just watching him go. Was that kiss forgiveness? Was it just him letting you so that you would shut up? It hadn’t felt like either. A hurt settled in your chest and you couldn’t shake it.

Cosmo came to you and offered you a hand up. “I’m so sorry, my dear,” he said, “I think the lad just needs some time. Perhaps if I speak to-“

“No,” you said, patting the hand he put around your shoulders fondly, wanting the pain of Eddie’s attitude not to hurt like it did. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the back of his head as he flopped into the space on the couch you had just occupied. “I don’t want you to do anything else. I wouldn’t want your thing with the boys tonight to crumble into nothing. Just have some pizza, listen to some music, and have a good night.” You held your hand out for him to shake. “I made my apology. His acceptance of it is up to him. Nice to meet you Cosmo. Thanks for trying.”

He shook your hand with a sad smile and you willed yourself not to cry on the drive home. You succeeded and it added to your resolve; he wasn’t going to get any more tears from you and that was that. If he didn’t want to forgive you, that was his problem. Monday at school, you would just go about your day.

As you flopped on your bed, barely making it past your parents’ inspection without having to explain your emotional state, you stared at the ceiling and tried not to torture yourself with all the things you should have said or done that would have made everything all right between you two. After all, you had no idea what you could have done differently. You didn’t know what the secret code was to crack his heart open. And you didn’t know why you even wanted his forgiveness anyway! Weren’t you happier before your stupid idea to kiss him? Weren’t you far more content on your own? Ruling your own little ice kingdom?

You would just have to go back to that. You would just have to forget him and his conspiratorial smirk and his rumbling voice and his smell and his eyes. You would have to forget the cool confidence in his strut through the halls. His warm hands on your hips as you pulled him close to fake yet another kiss.

Nope. No way. You didn’t need that. You didn’t need him. Not at all. He was just another distraction.

All of this and more you said to yourself over and over as you got ready for bed.

“He’s not mine,” you said to the darkness of your room. “He’s not mine and he never was and he never will be.” The tears that streamed out of the corners of your eyes and across your temples into your hair and ears meant nothing, of course. They certainly had nothing to do with the fact that your heart was breaking into a billion pieces.

~080~

Eddie didn’t want any pizza after you left. He sat in your old seat, turning his head into the cushion, trying to capture your scent there. He thought he could detect it, but Grant held a pizza slice under his nose and it was gone. He took it from him with a wan smile, but his heart really wasn’t into the whole vibe that night. Eddie the Bold made a valiant attempt, however, even finding a laugh or two inside himself, enough jolly peaceable emotion to appease the others around him even if Cosmo kept a perspicacious eye on him the whole evening.

“You’re falling in love with her, aren’t you?” he had whispered to him quietly at one point in the evening. Eddie returned a glare that he hoped would melt the polar ice caps and said nothing. Cosmo sighed and settled a friendly hand on his shoulder. “You could do worse, my boy. She clearly cares for you.”

But Eddie didn’t want you to care for him. What could he offer you in return anyway? He mulled over this on his way home. Turning off the engine, he stared at the trailer he called home. Your home was probably large and sturdy; his hadn’t been updated since ‘71. As he went up the stairs, hearing the familiar creak and slap of the screen door as he entered, Eddie was sure your doors didn’t creak or have screen material that needed to be repaired every spring. He was sure your parents would be home when you got there while his lone relative was pulling night shifts so that they could have the essentials. He sat heavily on his bed and looked around. His room was a pit. “Organized chaos” Wayne called it. Yours was probably pretty and pink and frilly. And clean. Probably really clean.

Clean like the smell of your hair.

Eddie lay on his unmade bed and closed his eyes. He wanted to fall into a dreamless slumber, but the image of you in his arms tonight was burned on the inside of his eyelids. The splay of your hair beneath him, the look in your eyes as your hand came to his face. The feel of your mouth against his.

His erection was undeniable. He palmed at it and grunted. Either he could take care of himself now or wait for his hardness to fade. “Goddamnit,” he muttered.

Unfastening his trousers quickly, he licked his palm and reached into his boxers, tugging at his shaft in practiced strokes. He thumbed over his wet slit and moaned your name, picturing that perfect mouth around his tip. He wondered if you would suck his dick or if you thought it was gross. Probably not. But if you did? You’d be a student of the art. Perfect pressure, perfect rhythm. Just like you were using on him now. Your soft warm tongue circling his glans, flicking at his frenulum, your fist grasping and stroking him perfectly. He watched your head bob against him and he held your head gently, not pushing, but loving the feel of your hair, caressing it.

“Oh thank you, baby,” he whispered. “So good to me. Such a good girl. Don’t deserve you.”

You pulled away long enough to whisper back, “You do deserve it, Eddie. You deserve the fucking world. Love you.”

He fell into the feeling, the warmth in his chest, the tightening in his throat, all of it caused by the sight of you fellating him out of sheer love alone. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be, but he let himself believe it just this once.

He threw himself into the thought of being yours for real. Knowing for sure that you wouldn’t get up and leave him. Knowing he wouldn’t be the butt of some joke the next day at school, an act of cruelty he had foolishly not suspected. Knowing that he could show you real affection and real dedication out loud and in front of everyone with no shame attached. God, would you stay with him? Live with him? Marry him? Fuck, would you have his kid?

His balls tightened. His breathing became stuttered and he braced his feet against the mattress as his back arched. Frantically pumping at his cock, he came and cried out your name.

Catching his breath, he reached up behind his back with one hand and pulled off his shirt, wiping his skin clean with it and tossing it across his room. His messy chaotic room that still looked like a fucking pit.

You weren’t there anymore. The image of you vanished like smoke in the wind once he came. You never would be there either. Eddie honestly couldn’t picture it. Not for real. Why would you be? You'd probably turn tail the moment you saw the outside of his trailer - never mind the inside. And why would he want you there? You were confusing and frustrating and filled with contradictions. He didn’t need that. He didn’t need you. And for the next two days he was going to harden his heart against you. He would avoid you like the fucking plague, no matter what his dick said.

It was going to be a long fucking weekend.

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mochiroreo · 8 months

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Welcome to: Mochiro’s Halloween fiesta!

Dropping in (redacted), A mix of dark, kinky, and tooth-rotting smut one-shots + a halloween special for my fic “Oh Goodie!” will be posted throughout October (edit: due to personal reasons, this got pushed back throughout November onwards. Please don’t be shy to send in requests just to let me make up for it💖)

Curious to see what I have in store for you and your beloved darling? Prompts under the cut~ ⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

P.S. all of these would be Dark/Dead dove: do not eat. Halloween themed request would be open for the characters that did not won the poll (refer to my character sheet to look at the other characters that I can write💖) might open requests for these 4 when everything is posted.

Steddie - Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Just when you thought you were the one luring them in, you were the one caught in their trap. Don’t you look pretty, all tied up? (Siren!reader x Pirate Captains! Steddie)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Quick! Whoever and whatever must have hurt you might still be here!” You said,grabbing their hands before dragging along two strangers towards your house in panic. (Non-human, urban legend beings!Steddie x human!reader)

Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank (OBX)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You can’t run. You cannot hide either. After all, you belong to them. (Werewolves Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Let the prince come and pay a visit, let him hear you sing your captor’s name. (Dame Gothel!Rafe Cameron & Prince!JJ Maybank x Princess!Reader)

Eddie Munson

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You just want to have a taste. Its been centuries since you had something delicious and sickeningly sweet. He is soft, luscious, and everything you’ve craved. (Modern!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “You were mine before. What makes you think you are not going to be mine again?” He breathed out against your skin, wearing his signature smirk that you loathe but also used to love. (Mean demon!Eddie Munson x Crybaby Angel!reader

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ They said he was the definition of danger. That their is something odd about him, that you should’ve quit and not even take a step towards him nor his house. But of course, you didn’t listen. After all, you’re his favourite. And he never showed you any “bad” sides of him. Till now. (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Maid!reader)

Steve Harrington

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Look— I—“ you stuttered, eyes bulging out of its sockets when your eyes went downward through the dark curls where a humongous appendage rests,making you cover your eyes with a shriek, making the handsome and very much naked “incubus” (what he said when he appeared in your room) chuckle. “No, you look at me.” He stated. “My name is Steve, and you followed that tutorial and here am I, at your service. Now, what fun things do you have in mind?” (Incubus!Steve Harrington x curious human!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Steve. Steve. Steven.” You tried to shook him out of it, mouth agape while his eyes slowly blink. “Nope— nope! Halloween is like— in a week! Why— why do you have wings?! Wings?! Where— what shop did you even get them?! A-and and why are they moving?! Oh god. Yeah I must’ve been dreaming— dreaming!” (Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Angel!reader)

Rafe Cameron

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Now, Rafe, what’s your favourite horror movie?” “If I find out whoever the fuck you are, I’m gonna kill you.” “Aww, wrong answer. Try again before I come in and make you.” (Rafe Cameron x Ghostface!Reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” Finding his hands wrapped around your neck, you closed your eyes and accepted that this is where his hands belong. (Priest!Rafe Cameron x Nun!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You don’t know what you were thinking to even tell your friends that you’ll distract the killer on the loose while they escape. You always peg yourself as the “final girl.” I guess not. You just hope that the psychopath hesitates to kill you. (Serial killer!Rafe Cameron x reader)

JJ Maybank

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”You— you!” JJ pointed his finger at you, making everyone look at you confused while you giggle. With a sultry smile, you sat down on his lap. You tilt your head in mock confusion with a dramatic gasp, your hands gripping his shoulder blades. “Me? What about me?” (JJ Maybank x Succubus!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ When you told JJ that you’re a witch, he didn’t believe you. Mocking you for having a wild imagination. So you drank one of your potions and a set of cat ears popped up on top of your head. Standing there in shock and awe, he suddenly grabbed a bottle and drank all of its contents thinking that he’ll have the same thing, not knowing its a VERY potent potion meant for something else. (JJ Maybank x Witch!reader)

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anime-is-godlike · 1 year

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Twisted wonderland dorms x esmeralda reader

One day the dorm leaders (jamil instead of kalim for this one) finds a magical stone with the power to show parts of the past of someone close to them they choose not to use it to respect there privacy of that person but shenanigans ensue and the stone is used and there shown there dear SO’s past

This is the Disney version of the hunchback of notre dame

Heartslabyul-savanaclaw-octavinelle-scarabia - pomefiore-ignihyde-diasomnia

Octavinelle

It was just a normal day at mostro lounge people ordering drink and food, definitely no illegal activities definitely not……anyway as azul was sitting at his desk when he felt something land on his hat he shook his head and there was a small thud on his desk he took it in his hands and it was a stone it looked kinda ordinary but the more he stared at it the more enraptured he was by it suddenly the door to his office burst open revealing floyd

“Ne ne I’m bored” the moment the word bored left floyd mouth, azul’s attention was now fully on floyd

“Jade!!” He yelled out the open door jade came in with a smile

“What is it azul” all azul did was point to floyd and jade understood on a flash what was going on

“Mmmmmhhhh fish man!!” Just then a grim came flying in

“I’m hungry” he had two paws on his stomach azul put both hands on his face and sighed out preying for the day to ends so he can cuddle in your arms and maybe lock you goat jolly outside just so he doesn’t have to deal with his head butts

As azul sighed floyd ran up to his desk and grabbed the stone

“Ne what’s this?” Azul’s head shot up and he looked at floyd

“It just appeared here from the looks of it it’s a memory stone” the others turned to him and jade asked

“A memory stone as in the one which shows the past of the person closest to your heart?” Jade put his fingers to his mouth in thought and Floyd’s faced lights up

“Nene why don’t we see shrimpies past?” At the mention of you azul began thinking well he doesn’t know much about you beside your a gypsy and that you can dance and sing

one time he asked it you could dance and monstro lounge but the moment he saw you in your dress he blushed as red as a riddles hair and immediately made a mental note of how beautiful you looked and said if your couldn’t dance which you chuckled and said okay

“I can’t say that I’m not curious but I spend a lot of my time trying to hide my past so it would be rude of me to look into hers” azul looked pleased with his answer but Floyd’s face fell and he started grumbling he chucked the stone back on the desk, grim then ran forward

“Well if your not gonna use it can I eat it?” Grim didn’t wait for a answer and grabbed the stone and was out to shove it in his mouth when azul shot up and took it from grim

“Sorry grim I’m gonna sell it” as azul held it grim flew up and tried to grab it from azul Floyd’s face lit up again and he tried to take it from azul jade shook his head with a smile a touched his twins shoulder just then a bright light came from the stone and enveloped them and then darkness

………….

Floyd woke up and Sprang to his feet chuckling he looked around then he heard grumbling from the floor and saw azul and grim and his twin

“This is starting to get interesting” floyd hummed to himself enjoying himself when azul and the others got up they looked around to

There where in a weird place there where tall buildings made of stones and one huge building with a round stained glass window a far cry from where they come from

“Wow so this is shrimpies home world” azul took in the scene hoping to ask you some more stuff about your world just as he got lost in thought everything went black and the a blue orb came floating down

“Hello~” it said in a high pitched voice floyd jumped up and trying to clap his hands on it

“Hey watch it?!” It yelled back as floyd and flew high into the air

“You guys are being incredibly rude!!” It yelled back to us

“Be be fair this magical stone came out of nowhere and now we are in some strange mysterious place with a random orb” jade said with a smirk

“……touché” was all the orb said

“Anyway!!” It yelled back as if to keep on track

“I’m gonna explain the rules” ooh riddle would love this part azul thinks to himself just then three items appeared suspended in mid air it was a small wooden doll which looked like yuu the second one was a golden headpiece which looked like a dancers and the finale item was a necklace with a cross in the middle it looked like it was made of string

“Each one of these items holds a key peace of her personality” the orb flew over to the necklace

“Her kindness” then it flew over to the crown

“Her passion” then flew over to the doll

“And a darkness” azul pauses at the mention of this because you are so incredibly kind what darkness is there

“Pick one item and you can see into her memory but be warned once you’ve chosen a item you can only see memories connected to her personality so what shall it be her kindness her passion or darkness” the orb giggled and flew up in the air and the fishes turn to each other

“Ooh ohh I call darkness the others seem boring!!” Yelled Floyd and jade lightly chuckles

“I’d say I’m most curious about that to” azul has a think just then the orb giggled

“There’s a time limit~” was all it said and everyone looks up waited for something else but the orb goes quite

“And it started the moment the items appeared and let’s just say……your now out of time” before anyone had anything else to say the necklace floats down and everything went dark just then they see you full on sprinting to catch up to someone

“Wait!! I’d like to talk to you” yuu was running up a spiral staircase azul was wonder what was going on

“If I’m mistaken that necklace meant kindness so I have a feeling it’s a memory of her kindness to someone” jade said and azul nods along grim had a sour look on his face but kept quiet

“Here you are I was afraid I’d lost you” the scene changed to a large open place and yuu was in front of this….person

He had a swollen eye and a hunchback azul and the other looked at him with interest and curiosity as to why yuu was so calm the person spoke

“Yes. Well, I, uh- I have chores to do I-it was nice seeing you again” the boy was at a loss for words and look like he was trying desperately to escape

“He reminds me of a baby azul” floyd said and azul flushed

“No he does not!!” Floyd chuckles and jade shakes his head with a smile and grim is still watching

“No wait!” Yuu yelled out to the boy as he ran up a staircase

“I’m really sorry about this afternoon I had no idea who you where I would never in my life have pulled you…up…on…the…..stage” yuu freezes looking around the room in astonishment

“What is this place?” She says in wonder and walked over to a table with a mini Notre Dame on it with wooden dolls of people

“This is where I live” the boy says

“Did you make all these things yourself?” Yuu asked to the boy looking around

“Most of them” yuu touches a hanging decoration

“This is beautiful if I could do this you wouldn’t find me dancing in the streets for coins” azul quirks is eyebrow even more curious about your life

“But your a wonderful dancer” floyd nods

“Shripie is!!” Jade chuckled and grim nods

“It keeps bread on the table anyway.what’s this?” Yuu then lifted up a piece of cloth covering two tiny objects the boy runs over

“Oh! No please I’m not finished” yuu lifted the cloth to reveal two tiny um painted figures of people

“Azul if I’m not those look like wooden dolls” jade says at the mention of them azul looks closer and his eyes widen

“They are?!!” They continued to watch for more answers

“It’s the blacksmith and the baker!” Yuu said with a chuckle in her voice lifting up the unfinished backer

“Your a surprising person quasimodo not to mention lucky all this room to yourself” yuu leans on the table and gestures around the room

“Well it’s not just me there’s the gargoyles and of course the bells” at the mention of the word gargoyles azul cringes him and malleus would get along great

“Would you like the see them?” Quasimodo asked and yuu smiles

“Yes of course wouldn’t we jolly?” Yuu lookes over to see a guilty jolly

“Follow me I’ll introduce you” the two walked up more stairs to a lot of bells

“I never knew there were so many” yuu said looking around Quasimodo then goes on to tell her the names then he asked her a question

“Would you like to see more?” Yuu nods and Quasimodo shows yuu and ladder leading to the roof

“I’ve saved the best for last” he said excitedly they where now on the roof looking out over the whole city

“Woooow” floyd said and jade nods azul looked around with a stunned look

“I bet the king himself doesn’t have a view like this I could stay up here forever” yuu said just looking at the horizon

“Y-you could you know” Quasimodo said

“No I couldn’t” yuu said looking away

“Oh yes you have sanctuary” azul was wondering what that meant

“But not freedom ‘gypsies don’t so well inside stone walls’ “ yuu said is almost sounded like she was quoting the last line

“But your not like other gypsies they are….evil” azul eyes widen at Quasimodo last line

“Azul what’s a gypsy?” Floyd asked

“It’s what yuu is” floyd nods

“Who told you that?” Yuu asked

“My master frollo he raised me” yuu then sat down with Quasimodo

“How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you?” The 4 looked at each other

“Who’s frollo and why do I get the sense he’s not a very nice man” azul said getting the overwhelming urge to end that whole man’s career

“Cruel? Oh no he saved my life he took me in when no one else would I am a monster you know” something about Quasimodo words struck something In azul

“He told you that?” Yuu asked with one hand on Quasimodo back

“Look at me” at his last like yuu had a determined look on her face

“Give me your hand just let me see it” azul smiled knowing what yuu’s about to do, she held Quasimodo hand and started tracing the creases in his hand

“Hmm a long lifeline oh and this one means you’re shy hmm..hmm.hmm mmm?” She said in a sing Songy type of way

“Well that’s funny” Quasimodo looked at yuu

“What?”

“I don’t see any” he looked worried

“Any what?” Yuu smiles

“Monster lines not a single one” azul smiles remembering the time she did that with him he looked down at his hand fondly rubbing the palms with his fingers

“I’ll see you in a bit” it’s strange but in a weird way he really misses you even though your right in front of him

“Now look at me do you think I’m evil?” As soon as yuu asked that both Quasimodo and azul yelled

“No!” But Quasimodo continued on with a red azul looking away from the twins and grims stares

“No you are kind and good and” yuu finishes his sentence

“And a gypsy and maybe frollos wrong about the both of us” she gets up and Quasimodo gets up with her yuu looks over the banister with a woeful look

“You helped me now I will help you” Quasimodo said holding yuu’s hand

“But there’s no way down there’s soldiers at every door” azul now has a worrying feeling

“We won’t use a door” now azul felt his heart in and throat

“You mean climb down? Yuu lookes so worried

“That’s looks like fun!!” Floyd said soon yuu was holding jolly and Quasimodowas holding yuu and now this where both over the edge, to say azul was having a full on panic would be a understatement

“Remember azul this is the past” that calmed him down some what

Quasimodo was hopping around and gripping onto the side of the building making his way down with yuu and jolly the entire time azul was on pins needles

“Finally there where down to the last bit and a guard walked past so yuu pretended to be a statue one the guard had left everyone breathed a sigh of relief

“I hope I didn’t scare you” Quasimodo said

“Not for an instant” yuu said with a smile jolly on the other hand didn’t looks so peachy

“I’ll never forget you yuu” azul smiles at there friendship yuu then touches Quasimodo hand

“Come with me” yuu said with a smile

“What!?” Quasimodo said shocked

“To the court of miracles leave this place” yuu pleaded and he shook his head

“Oh no I’m never going back out there again you saw what happened today no this is where I belong” Quasimodo then caresses the side of the building

“all right then I’ll come to see you” yuu smiles

“Here but the soldiers and frollo!?” Quasimodo yelled

“I’ll come after sunset” Quasimodo then begins to ramble so yuu lightly pats his head shutting him up immediately

“If you need sanctuary this will show you the way” yuu then took of a necklace and the groups eyes widen

“Azul!?” Grim yelled pointing at the scene

“I know!!” Azul yelled back

“Just remember ‘When you wear this woven band you hold the city in your hand’ “ and the scene fades to black and there back at the lounge azul walks out there and straight to your dorm to see you asleep on the chair

“I love you very much my kind hearted gypsy” he lightly caresses her cheek with a soft smile

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Hope your enjoying everything

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #azul x reader

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melloween-candie · 11 months

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Home [L.G]

Yandere Lip Gallagher x Fem/Reader

Requested // Request Rules // Prompt list

"hello! could i please request a yandere!lip gallagher x fem!reader with the prompts #11 “how many kids do you want?” and #5 “this is your home now.” thank you so much! 💖"

A/n - Hope you like it~ 💕

Submitted by @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Warning! Yandere behavior, Murder, Drugging, Cheating, Bad language, Manipulation, Delusion

Word count: 1,546

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You had Lip has been happily dating for about five years now, and you never thought that anything could go wrong. Until Karen shows up...

Karen wasn't really a girly girl, and she definitely wasn't your friend. You only tolerated her because Lip, your boyfriend, liked her. Not in that way, of course... right?

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

Welp, you were wrong. A few days later, you found your boyfriend in Karen's house. As per usual. Though what you didn't expect to find was him in Karen's bedroom. Her door was closed, and her mom wasn't home.

As you got closer to the door, you heard him... moan?

Lip?

You opened the door to a horrific sight. You saw your boyfriend of five years screwing Karen Jackson, the school slut. All you could feel was absolute disgust. He promised you he wouldn't cheat because every relationship you've had in the past ended because your partner cheated.

You couldn't even cry. You had your suspicions but you didn't want to believe them.

You left the house immediately with Lip at your tail.

"Y/n! Wait!"

Time skip!~

You just lay on your bed. Your eyes were still wet from crying. It was currently 9:32 pm, and Lip was still bombing your phone with messages. You couldn't bare to look at your phone. You didn't want to risk seeing his messages.

Time skip!~

It was early morning. You got up feeling drained as ever. Instinctively you looked at your phone. You saw all the messages Lip sent. There were so many you didn't feel like reading it all. Most of them were missed calls anyways.

You started skimming through the messages...

"Y/n, please answer your phone! What you saw. I can explain!!!"

That's what they all say...

"Y/n baby, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but please hear me out!"

A few missed calls later~

"Dame it, Y/n! If you think you're leaving me- I won't let you."

That was the last message he sent. It had a strange feeling to it that you didn't really like, but you just ignored it anyways and went on with your day.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You were currently in school talking with your friends as you grabbed some stuff out of your locker.

"I can't believe he would do that." F/f said. (First friend)

"Seriously? I saw it a mile away. Er... no office, Y/n." Said S/f (Second friend), "Though you do tend to attract those kinds of guys... Just saying."

You just sighed as you walked towards your classroom.

Luckily for you, you didn't have to deal with Lip or Karen at all. You didn't have a single class with them.

Time skip!~

It was now the end of the school day. You waited for your friends by the school entrance. Normally Lip would walk you home, but after that night, you chose to ignore him.

You ignored all his tactics today. He tried everything to get your attention. To you, he almost seemed desperate. Knowing Lip, he was normally never desperate. He always tried to play it cool, so it was a bit weird, but you brushed it off.

Ten more minutes passed by, and your friend still wasn't to be found. Most of the students were already gone. You decided to go check up on them. It was easy since they had the same last-period class.

Once you got up there, you saw a note on both of their desks. From afar, you just thought that they wrote it for you, saying, "Sorry we had to leave early." But that would have been weird because they could have just texted you. And even if their phones were dead, they could have walked up to you to tell you in person.

You felt somewhat uneasy about it... You looked around the room to see if anything or anyone else was there; nothing.

You took the piece of paper off your F/f's desk. It said.

"Y/n were outside behind the bleachers from the football field."

Then the other one, from S/f's desk, said. "Please hurry." With blood sprinkled on it. It freaked you out, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions.

Time skip!~

As you walked up toward the bleachers. Your eye saw something unusual; blood... It was dripping down the staircase. Your heart started pounding now... You're not normally the type to get scared. Usually, you're the calm friend who never ever screams.

But you couldn't help but agape your mouth in udder shock. You were completely petrified at the sight before you. But before you could scream, someone put a damp cloth over your mouth.

Every word you spoke was muffled as you tried to get out of this man's grasp. Slowly, in turn, you started to fall into a deep sleep. As the last thing you saw was your friends hanging from the bleachers. All bloodied up as if they were beaten.

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You woke up feeling hazy. Your head was pounding, and your eyesight was still trying to get used to the light. You tried moving, but something refrained you from doing so. You couldn't speak either because a piece of cloth was tied around your mouth. Your hands were tied behind you. You could feel a cold metal pipe touching your back.

As your memories came back, you realized you weren't in your bedroom. You so desperately prayed that what had happened to your friends was all just a bad dream.

You looked around closer. There were pipelines on the top of the roof. The floor didn't have any flooring. It was just cold concrete. There were boxes and some tools, and the only light source was a bulb swinging around the center of the room. The room was damp and quiet. The only thing you heard was a droplet of water consistently hitting the floor, creating a puddle. You came to the conclusion that this room was a basement.

You started freaking out. Thinking about every possibility as to why anyone would have done this to you. Then you told yourself to come down. Taking deep breaths. You proceeded to brainstorm.

You were a top-notch honor student, head of your class with Lip right behind you. You knew he could have easily surpassed you because you once had to take tutoring classes with him. That's how you two met. You couldn't think of any reason why anyone would want to kidnap you and do this to you and your friends. You never did anything wrong.

Then you heard a creak. Someone was walking down that stairs. You were extremely frightened. Instantly you closed your eyes shut. Not ready to face death.

"Y/n" Instinctively, you opened your eyes. You knew that voice all too well. You didn't want to believe it. Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. It was Lip. He was holding a bucket. It was empty.

"Good, you're awake." He said as he placed the bucket on top of the puddle. The droplet of water now hits the bucket, making a louder, more eerie noise.

You tried to speak, but everything you said only came out muffled.

He came closer to you. Whipping away your tears with a smile as he removed the cloth from your mouth. Your face was a mess. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and whipped it at the corner of your mouth, removing any former saliva that got on it.

"Lip! What the hell?!" You yelled. "Untie me this instant!" You wiggled around, trying to get free.

"I can't." He said. "If I do, you'll leave me."

"Then why!" You screamed. "Why cheat on me? If you didn't want me to leave!" Another tear rolled down your face.

Lip took the cigarette out of his mouth. Puffing up some smoke before he spoke. "Temptation, I guess?"

More tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't feel more angry at that moment.

The only reason was because he was tempted?!

"What, was I not enough for you?!" You screamed.

"Oh, Y/n, you were always more than enough. What Karen and I had will never compare to what you and I have. I love you, Y/n." He then tried to kiss you. Only for you to wiggle away.

"Well, I don't love you!" You screamed. "You're the reason why my friends are dead-"

"NO!" He yelled, shutting you up. "No, you killed your friends, Y/n. I warned you. Did you even read your text messages?" He smirked, knowing he had the upper hand in the conversation now.

"Listen, Y/n. We can start all over again! We can talk about our dreams, talk about our futures! We can ask stupid questions like, how many kids do you want? And make it real one day. Just like old times." He gave you a soft smile. He truly was lost in his own fantasy now.

"You're crazy!" You said. "I want to go home!"

"Oh, Y/n. have you not realized already?" Lip got up. Towering over you, he said. "This is your home now." He then left, leaving you completely hopeless.

A/n

Really hope this didn't disappoint!

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 23 (Blind Love)

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There was no hesitation, panic, or shadow in those rose coloured eyes.

Instead, they contained a roaring flame of life that overcame all sorts of hesitation.

— 6 minutes before the curtains rose.

Liam: … Kate?

Liam: Ah, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you.

Liam: Listen, Kate.

Liam’s fingertips squeezed my pinky finger, ring finger, then my middle finger… and he intertwined his fingers with mine.

Liam: On the day you saved my life, I couldn't hold your hand.

Liam: Although you were screaming and crying.

The feeling of desperately gripping his hand and fearing for his life that could have disappeared any moment then was deeply ingrained into my memory.

As well as the overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

Liam: But when your tears fell onto my cheek, no… when you said that you loved me…

Liam: No, no, that’s not it…

Liam bit his lip as he struggled with the conflicting emotions swelling up in his heart.

Liam: Ever since the night I met you for the first time, my heart has been screaming for me to change little by little.

Kate: … Liam.

Troupe Member: — 3 minutes till the curtains rise!

Liam: … I

Liam: I…

As the atmosphere backstage got even more boisterous, Liam looked at me and spoke with a trembling voice, words that were strong enough to pierce right through the core of my heart.

Liam: Someday, I want to become the kind of person who can reach my hand out to you.

Kate: …

Those unexpected words left me at a loss for words.

Troupe Member: — 1 more minute till the curtains rise!

Liam turned his gaze to the stage and stood up from his chair.

Liam: In order for that to happen, I need tonight’s performance to be a success, and have my past dealt with once and for all.

Liam: Therefore, wait for me. And… stay by my side.

(That’s…)

Kate: Of course. I’ll definitely stay by your side, always.

Liam: … Mm-hmm.

Troupe Member: — Time for the curtains to rise!

Liam: … Alright.

Liam: Well, here goes.

I watched as Liam’s back disappeared into the dazzlingly bright spotlight.

From this point on, it’s a battle Liam has to fight on his own.

(... Take care.)

…

Willaim and Victor took their seats on the second floor of the audience, and the bell rang.

The bell ringer, Quasimodo, was born with a horrifyingly hideous appearance.

He was abandoned not long after his birth, and was raised by Claude Frollo, the assistant bishop of the cathedral.

However, it was Frollo who murdered Quasimodo’s parents. He was heavily influenced by lust, jealousy, and greed.

On the stage, Frollo lovingly caressed Quasimodo’s face.

Frollo: “Quasimodo, you must remember. You are hideous and filthy… you are a monstrous atrocity who will never be loved.”

Frollo: “You will be my follower. You will be grateful and follow my every command. Only this way, you will never be hurt.”

Quasimodo: “Yes, I am grateful to you for keeping me alive and allowing me to live in the Notre-Dame Cathedral.”

Frollo: “This cathedral is your sanctuary… Quasimodo. You will live in this place for the rest of your life.”

Quasimodo: “Yes, I will do everything as you say. For I am a hideous monster.”

Frollo had complete control over Quasimodo, denying him of his freedom.

As the story progressed, Frollo got into a scandal involving someone in the royal court who went by “Golden Butterfly”.

Newspaper Reporter: … Hey. Was the plot like this in the original work by Hugo?

Magazine Reporter: … No, I’m not so sure.

The spoonful of poison Tom added into the play created a ripple that spread across the audience.

Victor • William: …

Quasimodo had one dream while he lived high up in the tower.

It was to spend time with everyone, laugh alongside them, and go out into the city.

Quasimodo: “Just one time is enough. For once, I want to leave this cathedral and feel the warm sunlight on my skin.”

At last, Quasimodo escaped the cathedral and met a beautiful dancer by the name of Esmeralda. He was able to experience what it was like living in the outside world and falling in love.

However, as Quasimodo underwent those changes, Frollo’s wicked deeds and ugly nature were exposed.

Frollo: “The dancer, social standing, honour, and money… they’re all mine!”

Love, lust, destiny, and other complicated emotions intertwined—.

In the end, Frollo kills the dancer Esmeralda.

And Quasimodo kills him by pushing him off the tower.

Quasimodo, who had lost everything he ever had, stood alone at the centre of the stage and looked up.

Everyone in the audience had their eyes focused on Quasimodo.

Quasimodo: “This world…”

Quasimodo: “This world I live in can be so cruel that there are times I want to look away from it, abandon it… and even stop living.”

Quasimodo: “But, even so… I have to keep on living!”

Quasimodo opened his arms wide and raised them up towards the sky.

Quasimodo: “Until the day this heart stops beating…!”

The final line brought upon a frightening silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds — then came a roar of thunderous applause. A standing ovation.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*

Liam’s image as Quasimodo faded away, and he bowed to the audience as himself.

The venue shook with passionate cheers.

Curly Hair Woman: … I’m… speechless.

Freckles Woman: … Yeah.

Newspaper Reporter: I’ll start on my article the moment I get back!

Magazine Reporter: Golden Butterfly, hm. Haha, that plot twist was interesting indeed. I’ll get to work as well…!

…

(Why?)

(Why do I feel like crying…?)

Liam looked like a burning red Betelgeuse as he stood on stage amidst the continuous applause.

William: … The spoonful of poison will surely spread throughout England and reach Golden Butterfly.

Victor: Kate. According to the results of our investigations, Liam’s father has nothing to do with the revival of “Golden Butterfly”.

Kate: He has nothing to do with it…?

That man threatened Liam by saying that he had Golden Butterfly backing him.

Victor: He was deceived by a ruffian who used the Golden Butterfly’s name despite not knowing anything about them.

Victor told me that there was no way Liam’s father would’ve known about the existence of Crown.

However, it was possible that he found out that Liam was related to William.

Victor: William was involved in the annihilation of Golden Butterfly. He must've thought that if he brought them the dead body of Liam, a friend of William’s…

Victor: He would be able to become a part of them. But all of that was false.

(Does that mean Liam was about to die a meaningless death…?)

(No way…)

William gazed calmly at Liam with his red eyes.

Kate: Liam… he knows about this, right?

William: Yes, that’s right.

Liam stood on stage, fully aware of his father’s intentions.

William: The butterfly won’t be showing itself here. Crown, retreat.

William: Kate, we’ll leave the curtain call to you and Liam.

…

The wildly enthusiastic and excited audience members left the theatre.

Liam and I remained in the large theatre, alongside his father who stared at the spotlight shining down onto the stage.

Liam: … Kate, don’t leave my side.

Kate: O-Okay.

We exchanged glances, maintaining a distance of five steps between us.

(This man… Max has committed crimes in the past that were related to “Golden Butterfly”.)

Even if he had no direct connection to the butterfly that was showing signs of possible revival, there was no erasing his past crimes.

Pass judgement on him for his sins — that was Crown’s mission.

(Will Liam be the one to kill him? Or will it be another member of Crown?)

(That decision has to be made tonight.)

I didn't know which option Liam would choose.

But as a fairytale writer, it was my job to stay by his side and watch over him.

The silence was broken.

Max: I’m here because I received an invitation from Earl Rex… Liam, was this play meant to be a jab at me?

Max: Was I supposed to be Claude Frollo, and you’re Quasimodo who kills me?

Liam: No. You’re not Frollo, you're Quasimodo.

Max: … What did you just say!?

He removed his hood in a fury and his burnt face was revealed under the spotlight.

Max: Are you mocking my appearance, that was ruined because of you? YOU, MOCKING ME? Don’t fuck with me…!

Liam’s voice remained calm, despite being yelled and spat at.

Liam: That’s not true. I’m referring to the core of your heart. It’s empty, just like Quasimodo’s.

Max: My heart?

Liam: Even though you and mother got married, she never loved you.

Max: … *gulp*

Liam: Therefore, you worked hard for your business to be successful. You wanted to see mother smile.

Liam: You must've gone through so much. I can imagine how many times you’ve had to bow your head to others.

Liam: And yet, having a successful business wasn’t enough to make her turn around and look at you.

His fists that were clenched tightly as if holding on to something trembled slightly.

Liam: On top of that, the successful you were surrounded by nobles who belittle you and people who only approached you for their personal gain.

Man: What would you have known as a child…!?

Liam: I knew. I saw the way you constantly got drunk on alcohol and always wanted to look good in front of everyone around you.

Liam: You… you wanted to be loved.

Max: … Love?

Liam: You begged and begged to be loved. But the more you chased after love, the more you had it slip right through your fingers.

Liam muttered that love’s true nature was that the more you chased it, the further it would get from you.

Liam: I became an outlet for you to vent your frustrations.

Liam: Each time you burnt my back and claimed that you were educating me, I tried to convince myself that you were doing it out of love for me.

Liam: … Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to let myself be at peace.

Liam: Also…

Liam: Facing the truth would only break my heart, so I didn’t.

Liam: The truth was that the “education” you gave me wasn’t out of love. That wasn’t love.

It must’ve been so hard for him to admit that what he received wasn’t love.

I wanted to hug Liam right then and there, but I stopped myself from doing so.

Max’s anger was quietly bubbling inside of him as he stared in silence.

Liam: But I still tried to fulfil your wish, thinking that it would save you.

Liam: However, that was a mistake.

Max: … A mistake?

Liam: Even if I vanished from this world, you would still be lonely.

Liam: Your heart will forever be lonely, and nothing can ever fill that emptiness.

Liam: I know that, however much I hate to.

The anger that had been silently bubbling up inside Max burst out.

He went up to Liam and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him onto the floor.

Kate: … L-Liam!

I wanted to help Liam, but he gave me a look to stop me.

As he fell to the floor, Max straddled him and raised his fist.

Max: Shut up, shut up…! You have no right to say all that, because you're a failure through and through!

Max: You… you…!

With his burnt fist, he punched Liam’s face, body, everywhere.

— However, Liam didn’t stop him.

(Ah, I get it now.)

He suffered burns all over his body, and was once at the brink of death. He no longer had the strength to hurt Liam the same way he used to.

Max: You… you!

Liam: …

(It was Liam he was hitting, but the pain was on himself instead…)

Liam caught the arm that was slowly losing the strength to raise its fist.

Liam: There’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you for a very long time.

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*Slides in while doing the Moonwalk* Sup, dropping a request >=DD

Platonic!I Became The Male Lead's Adopted Daughter with Sirin!Reader.

Reader is in the same orphanage as Leo and is one of the oldest kids in there every child look up to them as their sibling.

She possess a lot of Honkai Energy that is only stabilized when she's calm, and Honkai Energy Wielders are very rare they are highly sought after.

[I don't remember the Duke's name, was it Phileo? I'll call him Duke instead]

The Duke found Leo and them when he sensed a high amount of Honkai Energy + The Beast's Fangs on the two and boom! Adopted.

Now instead of their one notorious murderous kid the Dukedom has two notorious kids!

Pretty cool =DD

ria, i am in love with your *insert honkai character name*-like!reader requests /srs

lowercase intended, crackfic hc's written seriously so i could more quickly publish my drafts!!

i also decided to mash together pre-experiment!sirin's and experiment!sirin's personality's together.

unrelated to this post, but: i also write non-yandere posts yall!! but since no one probably knew that, i'll keep this post as a yandere one

important!!: please don't support the author of the novel, they turned out to be racist & islamophobic, so read the manhwa and/or novel illegaly

!!!SPOILER WARNING!!!

-okay, first of all, how did noone sense your huge honkai energy?? you probably taught yourself how to calm down and had anger management, and even then how did you keep calm when the staff weren't even that great? you obviously hid in the trees when anything bad were to happen, only coming back after calming down and helping the kids

-the younger orphanage kids saw you as a big sister and second parent, it was bound to happen, really! you were really kind and caring, but if provoked or threatened, you become terrifying, literally

-leonia also thought of you as an older sister, and also the male lead's originally adopted child

-leonia thought highly of you, you took most of the punishment for leonia instead of her taking it by your own request, you also gave most of your food to her, as well

-when leonia read the novel in her past life, her favorite character was unexplainably you, the male lead's adopted child and one of the only characters with high honkai energy, and his niece

-so when phileo almost left, leo ran up to him while she DRAGGED you with her away from the man and told phileo to adopt the both of you

-when he threatened leo, you immediately stepped up in front of her and gave your best glare, accidentally showing your unnaturally high honkai energy and baring your beast's fang

-so, yeah! after that, you and leo became a duke's children bc she dragged you and you defended her from some ugly looking guy that worked in the orphanage and had a stare off with phileo, your middle name that the duke gave you was sirin

-when the three of you stopped at an inn per dame levipath's suggestion, you were quiet the entire time, only talking when being talked to or when you feel that was needed you definitely had to always defend leo when the duke was being an ass

-but when you arrived at the dukedom and reached the manor? you were astonished, that house was huge as hell!

-you were caught off guard when the duke asked for you and leonia to act cute once a day and if you two did, he'd give the two of you prize, which turned out to be milk strawberry candy

-when you and leo were informed that the "guests" arrived, you were kind of nervous, although leo was strong, confident and bold, she was still a child and you didn't know how she'd act not you disregarding the fact you're also a child..

-of course, your worry quickly died down when leonia openly treated them like shit, even going as far as to tell the duke how to torture them

-when phileo brought you and leo and saw her perverted personality firsthand, you were definitely shocked, like: "leo?? tf is u on.. did you eat something? are you even the girl i know???"

-okok this post didnt have any yandere stuff as of now let's just get to it

-phileo is extremelypretty overbearing and possesive, no talking to boys, actually, no talking to anyone that isn't him, leonia, and the staff

-leonia was rather manipulative, clingy, possesive and worshippy from the start, she didn't want the orphanage workers to harm you, but you took half of her beatings! you were truly a kind child

-leo doesn't want you to have friends, isn't she, mr, the staff and the orphanage kids enough?

-they probably usually lock you in the house and your room

-although rupert was disappointed that he couldn't adopt you before phileo could, he still treats you like his own child, of course, he also tries to gaslight you(probably succeeds??)

-your punishments are being locked in a dark cold room, not being allowed any interaction

-tbh you probs thought this was normal, you grew up in an abusive place and got adopted into an even worse place

-no, you're not allowed to go to banquets

-you're not even allowed to leave the boleoti mansion and the owned plot around it 💀

-duke boleoti probably finds a way to surpress your honkai energy, if anyone found out about your high honkai energy, then you'd be taken from him and leo

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So uh... this Princess Rose event, huh??

I don't even know where to start! I wasn't gonna write a post about it 'cause I have too many thoughts, but damn it I couldn't resist so here we are.

SPOILERS & SCREENSHOTS under the cut.

First of all. I love that Mammon's initial motivation for all of the following shenanigans is "business deals." Like... my man, do you even hear yourself?? And then how his whole pitch is that he's holding up the economy? I wouldn't have accepted that nonsense from anyone else, that's for sure.

And let's be real, Asmo's assertion that his beauty makes other people happy was also something I let slide due to my affection.

What can I say, I love both Mammon and Asmo so very much.

I mean, to be fair, financial security is definitely nice and certainly reduces stress. So he's not wrong.

Oh no! Not a recession! Once again... are you hearing yourself!?!?

I will say that the non key route was once again a complete disappointment. You don't even find out what happens at the end?? It's just them being like, oh yeah? We'll see who wins! And then it ends. So you don't actually see who wins at all unless you play the keyed route. Sometimes the non key route is okay, but for other events it's pretty pointless. This was one of those.

Aside from that, though, I quite enjoyed this event. It was sufficiently hilarious, courtesy of the other brothers being their usual selves.

MAMMON IN THIS EVENT THOUGH.

We already knew that when Mammon wants something, he will work hard for it. This is further evidence of that because he chooses Lucifer to teach him ON PURPOSE knowing full well that Lucifer will not go easy on him. And then he steps up to the challenge!

However, I quite liked how Asmo wasn't a slacker, either. He wasn't like oh I'm pretty so I've got this in the bag. No, he chooses Barbatos and also works hard to get himself ready.

And like despite EVERYBODY expressing how they don't think these guys are gonna get anywhere, they both bust their asses anyway.

Asmo is not having it, guys.

Have some faith, Lucifer.

I'm pretty sure this was the only thing Luke said in this event, but he didn't hold back, huh?

BUT THEN.

That ending.

Sir. I'm going to need you to stop being so cute. My life depends upon it.

I think you could say that while they ended up being twin princesses, neither one of them would have won without the other. I think it was the fact that both of them sacrificed their own chances in order to help the other that caused them to win. Because doing something like that really demonstrated the nobility that they were looking for in the first round.

It's just more proof of how the brothers truly care about each other. Even if they argue all the time, when things get serious they can count on each other.

Can I tell you how excited I was when Asmo was ready to go run down that demon with MC? I liked that he was so badass about it and just kind of kept brushing off MC when they were like aren't you late for the show?! Can't you let me handle this?! And he was just like nope, I won't stand for any demon smearing my brother's reputation like that.

I really think they need to let Asmo be a little more evil. Like yes, he's beautiful and he has perfect skin, but he will absolutely kick your ass and he won't even break a nail doing it.

Overall, I greatly enjoyed this event. I really need to go back and play the other Dame event on Lonely Devil I just haven't gotten to it yet.

Now for some random screenshots that made me lol.

Yes, okay, please go ahead.

I loved that Lucifer said this to MC. He's so done with everything, he's just like please stop trying to make jokes.

At least he's honest.

Beel demonstrating his unusual type of synesthesia - the ability to taste numbers.

New tongue twister just dropped!

Okay and Levi in this event had so many excellent one liners, he gets his own section. I can't deny that I'm on a bit of a Levi-loving kick lately, so maybe that's why, but I just thought he was so funny.

He's so precious.

Okay, I'm done. I always take too many screenshots and then I want to post them all. Because I just think all these guys are so funny. I can't help it.

I realize that I didn't mention anything about the gender aspects of this event, what with the whole Dame situation, but do I really need to? I've seen some excellent posts about that already. And honestly, anyone who thinks that the Devildom doesn't already have completely different ideas on gender hasn't been paying attention.

And also I don't have time to write anymore, this post is already too long. I apologize for the length lol. But thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me event #princess rose #obey me analysis #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me screenshots #misc rambles #misc talks about characters #misc talks about events

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THE GLOBE AND MAIL (TORONTO)

GAYLE MACDONALD PUBLISHED FEBRUARY 9, 2009

When Chris Evans is not on a movie set - spewing testosterone, saving the world, helping dames in distress - the handsome actor can usually be found at a dog park in Los Angeles. It's an inner-city haunt where he takes "the love of his life," a cheeky American bulldog named East.

"He thinks he's human," says the chuckling 27-year-old Massachusetts native. "We'll go to the dog park, and he sits on the bench, with the people. And he just looks at the dogs like, 'You idiots. Running around. Rolling in the dirt. Please!' He's just so above it. He's the greatest dog in the world. I can't get enough of him."

Evans, who grew up Catholic but has since embraced Eastern spiritualism, is in the dining room of Toronto's Drake Hotel, chatting about his new science-fiction thriller, Push, in which he co-stars with Dakota Fanning and Camilla Belle. Oblivious to the furtive glances being lobbed his way by some young women in the room, Evans has morphed of late into the go-to guy for directors who want brawn, but not beefcake. He's an actor (Cellular, the Human Torch in the Fantastic Four films) whose heroes have a sensitive, vulnerable side - but can still kick ass.

Good-looking, in a Boston-bred, Matt Damon kind of way, Evans says he's perplexed by how his career has moved into these nice, tough-guy roles. "I don't know how it's happened, to be honest," says Evans, also part of the ensemble in Danny Boyle's 2007 sci-fi thriller Sunshine.

"It's not intentional. It's certainly not deliberate," says the actor, scratching chin scruff. "It's just kind of come that way. But they're not kicking down my door, by any means. These are roles that I still have to go out and compete for.

"I like sci-fi, paranormal stuff, but it's not the top of my list," adds Evans, who dated actress Jessica Biel for several years. "I primarily like stories about family. About friendship. Stories that are just really simple.

"And oddly enough," he says with a laugh, "I've yet to make a movie that is really like that."

In Paul McGuigan's Push (which opened in theatres on Friday), Evans plays Nick Gant, a second-generation telekinetic - or "mover" - who has been in hiding since his father (another mover) was murdered by The Division. When the film starts, Gant is hiding in Hong Kong, trying to stay off the radar of The Division, a shadowy government body hell-bent on transforming citizens into an army of psychic warriors, and murdering those who aren't in sync with their program. Gant meets Cassie Holmes (Fanning) - a "watcher" who can read the future - and the two become the hunters and the hunted as they try to save civilization.

Evans said it was a treat working with the 14-year-old Fanning, who he adds must have grown four inches in the nine months since they shot Push. "I remember hearing her name circling the project, and that definitely sweetened the pot. She's so phenomenal. Having her part of it brings a certain class to the film."

In his spare time, Evans says he and his faithful hound travel back to the East Coast to visit his parents and three siblings, and not long ago - through a "life class" he's part of in Los Angeles (hence the aforementioned spiritualism) - he also journeyed to India's mountainous region in the north.

His decision to take the class, he says, was primarily to find a better way of dealing with the "crazy, sometimes horrible" side of L.A. "It's helping me to manage perception, ego, mind and self. The class tries to present a way of looking at your life, where you focus on staying present and not let your consciousness get out.

"For a while, I foolishly thought that [Hollywood] wouldn't be a difficult thing. Acting is my passion - and I love it - but I believed I'd always have a firm handle on it. I can say, openly and humbly, that over the past few years it's become more difficult. I've thought about moving out of L.A., but for now I'm there, and the work is there. I have great books that I go to on a daily basis just to inject some sanity back."

That said, he adds, some of his greatest friendships have been forged in his nutty business. And he counts Oscar-nominated director Boyle (Slumdog Millionaire) as one of the most exemplary people he's had the fortune to meet - and work with.

"I don't know if you've ever met him, but he's the kindest man in the world. He's genuine. Sincere. And when he speaks to you, he'll look right at you like you're the only person in the room," he says, before interjecting: "Did you know he was going to be a priest?

"The guy just reinvents himself. Whatever he just did, he'll go to the other end of the spectrum [on his next project]and try something completely different. And he nails it every single time. I'm thrilled for him," says Evans, referring to Slumdog Millionaire's 10 nominations for this month's Academy Awards.

"He has the right to everything he's getting right now. He totally deserves it all."

~~*~~

Another earlier Push era interview culled from the archives at the Chris Evans Forum. They're amazing for having kept these older articles around.

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Kittenhood

Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1150 words

Outline: Is time for the next step in your relationship with Tony who naturally makes sure to follow it with a bundle of surprises.

Author's Note: Thank you nonnie for this request here. Very fun to write for me and I hope you'll enjoy.

Warnings: discussions of pet health but nothing major.

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“I’ve been thinking,” Tony says running his fingers over your hand staring nervously between your face and your neck.

“Tell me, baby.” You smile trying to encourage him.

“I think is time.” He swallows a lump in his throat.

“Time to move in together.” He nods his head and squeezes your hand. “Not in my place though” He gestures around the room and shrugs, “ we should get a nice penthouse overlooking Manhattan, something not too fancy, definitely maybe extravagant.”

You laugh as you rise up a bit from your seat to kiss him surprisingly on the lips. “Is a yes. If that was a question.”

“Did I not make it a question? I’m pretty sure it was a question. Ah well. Yes. Would you like to move in with me, your devoted desperately in love man of your dreams, my beautiful, dame? “

“Why, yes, of course. “ And he kisses you back and soft made promises were whispered between those lips.

For the next few weeks, you overlook apartments together in all different areas of Manhattan trying to find that special place to turn into your own love nest. Finally, you come across a vintage-looking, ’70s-inspired apartment with a conversation pit in vibrant pop colors that you both like. You begin to order a couple of furniture together, design the bathrooms together and soon enough a renovation takes place.

In the two months, you are spending trying to get the apartment together, you speak of living habits, and cooking arrangements, (Tony insists on a chef but you insist on ordering take out), and he wants Happy to be your personal bodyguard which you refuse to and say ‘you only go to work, is not that important.’ Finally, a discussion of pets and what the future will bring in comes up. You both agree that you should wait for a couple of months and then look to adopt a family member.

But of course, Tony doesn’t listen.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, the weather is nice and Tony is pulling the car up to the private parking lot. Today would be the official first date of living in the apartment having completely renovated everything. Tony insisted on taking a small trip at first, so you could both relax after such a demanding schedule and even though you weren’t that tired, you couldn’t really say no.

You walk up the elevator hand in hand, walking together till the doors to the penthouse open and that’s when you are greeted with.

Happy sitting in the middle of the bright orange couch with two small cats on his chest. One mixed in black and grey with various white patches and the other mostly white with grey patches.

“Please no squealing they just fall asleep.” Happy says moving his hand to silence you as Tony is trying very hard to contain his smile as he’s glancing between you and Happy.

You turn to look at Tony bewildered and confused, a very visible ‘I thought we’d wait.’ hanging on your lips. Tony looks at you and shrugs his shoulders. “Not my fault, I promise. Is it all him.” He points back to Happy who shakes his head. You roll your eyes at them both and begin to walk over to Happy to take a closer look up at the kitties. “They are both boys so hopefully they won’t tear the house apart immediately. About four months old so they are very experienced with places and things but they do still need a lot of surveillance. “ You look at them with a smile on your face.

Tony has followed behind you and sat down next to you overlooking. You knew he had already seen them by the way he is looking at you waiting for your reactions. “Where did you find them?” You whisper. “Believe it or not, one of the workers found them abandoned and alone in a box behind the building so once Tony overheard them telling he took it as a sign.” You turn to glance at him and smile. “We would have taken to a shelter otherwise. Don’t worry.” You chuckle. “Of course.”

“Do they have names?”

“Tweedledum and Tweedledee”

“No!”

“Peepee and Poopoo”

“You are terrible at names!”

“Alexander and Oliver.”

And the fight for the names continued all day long till you finally settled for something much more common.

Felix and Oscar.

For the next few days living in the apartment has been a dream. The kitties have you on a very early program and the house was designed with no doors instead of doors floor-length curtains per tony’s request was easy for them to roam around. Everything was safe and the railings in the balconies were fortified in a way to make sure no harm could be done.

They ate the food on your plates and loved running fast to dip their paws inside any glass you had. One time they caught you drinking milk and it seems as if they never forgot it. Quickly they realized the two favorite places in the house: the oven and the fridge. The tiniest familiar sound and they would rush towards leaving you to laugh. They ate a lot, and both loved to mix their bowls until all of their food was on the floor. Tony begins to get very well acquainted with the mop.

Seven months in and is time for them to get neutered. You are both nervous. Is a standard procedure but it still leaves you a little bit agitated. This is also the first time you happen to be putting them inside their travel boxes. Simply before if you had to leave for a business trip or something related to the stark enterprises, happy would happily stay in your apartment to watch over them.

“I’m scared.” You pout as you hear one kitty cry in their box. Tony lifted both of them heading towards the elevator. “We’ll drive safely and fast and it will all be over before you know it.” He tries to reassure you. The drive doesn’t take more than ten minutes, the doctor’s office is not too far away and they reassure me they will be spending updates and how good is that you sent them both together so they won’t have separation anxiety away from each other.

By the evening you are allowed to pick them up and the knot in your stomach finally begins to untangle. Happily, you take them home and order pulled chicken - which is their favorite, and let them gorge on it.

“They look happy.”

“They are. Of course, they are. They probably didn’t understand anything.”

“Maybe so.”

He squeezes your hand and there’s another soft promise that hangs on his lips that he doesn’t express yet. But soon enough he knows, that all of his dreams and your shared dreams would become reality.

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