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solomonssock · 1 year

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You Will Go Nowhere Else

I never planned for this to be so long, but I love Asmodeus sm...expect nothing less from me.

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus; Leviathan makes an active appearance, but isn't the focus of this fic (romantic feelings are heavily implied, but a relationship has not been established...yet)

TW: Cyberbullying, Slutshaming, Cursing, Alcohol use (Asmodeus is an emotional drinker), Suggestive (Its Asmodeus), unspecific yet hinted spoiler for those who haven’t reached level 20, Asmodeus (and all demons) can be possessive, and I’m trying to figure out demon mannerisms I’d like to establish so bear with me on this awkward journey

Word Count: ~4,700

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So-called "weak" human subduing the Devildom's demon lords? It's more likely thank you think! WATCH OUT... YOU COULD BE NEXT!

Scoffing to yourself, you click off the Dreaddit thread to scroll through whatever else you could find under the "d/human" tag. You expected to make up some of the content, given that you and Solomon were quite literally the only two human exchange students in all nine circles. Yet, it wasn't any less unnerving that most of the top posts seemed to circulate around your "mysterious relationship" with the brothers.

At some level, you understood their fascination and hesitation with you. Your lone quest to free Belphegor during your first year was essentially the equivalent of what would happen if a lone demon managed to ensnare some of the Earth's top leaders under their command. You just wished they didn't have to be so mean about it.

This budding Dreaddit addiction of yours had started the evening prior, courtesy of Leviathan.

"ROFL, what an idiot!"

You two spent a good chunk of the night lounging on his extra-large beanbag chair, surfing Dreaddit posts under "d/R.A.D. memes" on his premium account. Leviathan had excitedly showed you his avatar's exclusive Ruri-chan t-shirt, emphasizing that 9.99 grimm a month was a necessary sacrifice for otakus everywhere, or at least those truly passionate about their fandoms. As his loyal Henry, you'd been privy to sensitive information regarding his identity as both creator and moderator of both the "d/TSLMerch" and "d/RuriChanUpd8s" forums.

"Levi," you chastise, “leave Mammon alone. This is already embarrassing enough."

A user by the name xXLuciferz_LegionzXx had uploaded footage of the second eldest being chased through the school halls by Cerberus.

"I-it's his own fault!" Levi defended. "He shouldn't have tried running off with the Council's debit card."

And try he did.

You watched as the video replayed from the beginning. The shaky scene followed Mammon as he rounded the corner in front of Potions Lab 3 with Cerberus hot on his tail. Looking backwards as he sprinted through the crowd of students, he failed to notice Lucifer already blocking the doors at end of the hall.

You cringed as the familiar "MAAAAAMOOONN" blew through the speakers.

Realizing his fuck up, Mammon skidded to a near-stop to pivot into the hall just before Lucifer. But it was too late. Cerberus, determined to catch the focus of his master's ire, latched onto his pantleg, and quickly pulled him back.

Except, only Mammon's pants went with him.

The video ended with the poor demon being pantsed as Lucifer menacingly appeared before the videographer.

After viewing it for the fifth time, you made a silent promise to treat Mammon to some lunch and TLC time this upcoming weekend.

"Levi. Please?" You sighed and pouted your lip a bit for good measure.

"F-fine, if it's that important to you." Flustered, he clicked off the video and flagged it for inappropriate content before he selected the home page.

"Thank you," you leaned your head on his shoulder, "I appreciate it."

A small squeak left Leviathan as he ducked his head further into his hoodie and kept scrolling.

"Oh? Levi, what's that one say?"

On the screen was a picture of you and Satan sitting together in the library. The time stamp confirmed it must have been taken this past Tuesday when Satan helped you review basic Enochian phrases. He'd recommended taking the language for your free elective this semester and offered to serve as your tutor.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at the post's heading.

"...who do they think they are?" You murmured. "What do they mean by that?"

You hadn't gotten any further as Leviathan quickly shut his laptop.

"Hey, I forgot I bought a new co-op farming-dungeon crawler game I thought you would like. Let's check it out!"

Without warning, he had popped up from the beanbag and headed straight towards his console to set up the controllers.

You gasp sharply as you finally reach the exact post Leviathan had hidden from you last night. Visibly uncomfortable with discussing how you ended up on the top page of Dreaddit, you didn't push him for more details. His diversion occupied you for some time as you kicked slime monster ass and planted dewdrop berries, but the curiosity lingered in the back of your mind throughout the school day.

After dinner and watching an episode of "One Day I Woke Up Reborn as An Oven: One Piping Hot Pie of Existentialism Coming Up!" with Leviathan, you'd returned to your room and set up a basic Dreaddit account. He wasn't kidding, the ads were no joke. Every two to three posts you clicked on led to an ad-break or brand deal, sometimes featuring even Asmodeus or Mammon as a model.

"Ok yea, maybe I'll look into getting premium."

You chuckle to yourself as an ad for DevilGlam Lip Balm in the shade RedRose pops up for the third time and wonder if Asmodeus got to take samples home from the shoot. Because if so-

"I'm definitely gonna ask to borrow it." It was pretty cute.

Exiting out of the ad, you save the picture of you and Satan. Despite the fact that it definitely wasn't meant to be seen by you, the intimacy layered within the shot warmed your heart. Focused on the heading, you had missed the adoring smile curled on his lips as you fumbled through past and present conjugation.

However, you don't miss that this was posted under the "d/Sa10Stans" tag. A peek at the authors username, SatansS0ulmate, is warning enough that you are entering dangerous territory. But the temptation is too great.

You scroll through the comments.

HellsKitchenette: There the human goes again, running through the boys each week like a common whore. I've caught them just begging for attention, it’s pathetic.

RADRum: UGH, I have them in seductive speechcraft, and they're just so annoying!! If you can manage a pact with nearly all of the fucking student council, you can figure classwork out for yourself, slut.

You click on the thread you see forming with over 300 replies and at least 150 upvotes.

DearDeerLights: Wait, what do you mean nearly all the student council?!?!?!

HellsKitchenette: Oh, you poor thing. You didn't know? They've managed to trap our boys, all seven of them.

GroundGossamberry: ACK! You guys scared me, I thought they had gotten to Barbatos or something! But seriously, how pathetic can they be... like having to be coddled in public? Not me, I'd rather drop dead <3

Solomonssock: I see I'm outnumbered, but isn't this a good thing? The whole point of the program is that the human is supposed to study with us. And the lords are their host-family. I don't see anyone in the comments giving Solomon such harsh treatment.

RADRum: At least Solomon carries his weight around. Like come on, after a fucking year of being here if you can't go out by yourself then don't come out at all is all I'm saying.

GroundGossamberry: Yeah...I wouldn't fuck with Solomon; I've seen him in potions. He's brewing liquid death.

HellsKitchenette: Solomon's strength and wit makes him increasingly more bearable, and I admit, dashing. This one...well, there's simply nothing special about them. Anyone who witnessed Lord Leviathan's TSL Quiz last year can attest to the fact that they were all coerced into these contracts. Honestly, the human should be ashamed.

You stop there, your throat constricting in response to your rising panic.

"...oh fuck." Hearing the wobble in your own voice, you swallow thickly and sit up from your bed. Exiting out of Dreaddit, you hurriedly delete the app and set your DDD face down on your bed, tripping over your fallen sheets as you scurry out of your room. You need water, or anything really, to stop you before you start spiraling.

You make the short trip to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass with shaky hands.

It doesn't take a genius to infer that you wouldn't be the most popular person in all the Devildom, but the pure vitriol of the subdreaddit had been a higher dose than you anticipated. Truthfully, the focus on you was the least of your worries.

You shotgun the glass, the cool liquid gliding down your throat and easing the tension that had started to build.

You admit you and the brothers still hadn't fully sorted through the emotional muck that releasing Belphegor had unleashed. You felt assured that your pact with Lucifer was mutual, but Leviathan, Mammon, and the others took precedence in your mind. Did they really feel that way?

Trapped?

The pit in your stomach, persistent and pernicious, prevents you from returning to your room to wallow in your worries. Instead, you pass through the now empty dining hall and open the door to the music room.

The grandiosity of the room isn't lost on you. The gold detailing, polished to perfection, reflects your shaken image. You take up so little of the room, and yet you are suffocated by it.

Shuffling over to the piano, you drag your hands softly over the keys, each muffled note bouncing around the room in short bursts. For a minute or two, you loom over the instrument, dragging out each note, trying to sort a melody from the emotional medley consuming you.

For the outcomes that had transpired the year prior, you were certain you had no regrets. The hatchets had long been buried - at least that's what you led yourself to believe, wrapped up in the arms, and roped into the plans, of your lords once more. The sacrifices and secrets of the past were all to mend a family in danger of falling apart. And yet...

You crash your fist onto the keys, rolling your knuckles into a harsh trill.

The nagging guilt you had thought to have laid to rest creeps up again, coiling tightly around your heart. Its weight drags you forward until your forehead presses against the dark wood. It cools your skin, flushed from the few tears you'd allowed to fall.

You had been reckless. Dived into matters that long existed before you ever did, took the mantle of master of the seven lords, and yes, deceived them to do so. The many times they have attempted to wrong you in the past is not lost on you. But, in the end they are demons, and you are no devil.

You strain to lift your head from the wood and turn to face the mirror beside you. You scoff at your own pitiful appearance. Surely, Dreaddit would have a field day if they could pick you apart now, crying over the grief of your own guilt. Without your lords, you know, you are weak. What good is unbridled power without belief in oneself? You stand proud in a world you were not born to wander because of their faith in you, your dear seven pillars. The thought that you have wronged them wounds you deeply. If they ever came to ha-

Abruptly, you slap your cheeks against your cheeks and stand up from the piano bench. It would be unfair, in the face of your regrets to be so bold as to assume their feelings. Regardless of the past, they have taken you in with open arms, adopting you as part of their family. You are here now, with room and board because of their desire for your return and continued stay.

After a deep breath, you pad over to the large windows stretched across the back of the room. You take in the foliage that surrounds the manor, and chuckle to yourself when your gaze happens upon Cerberus taking Belphegor for a walk. You are so happy, that he is here and whole, that their family is here and whole. You are so happy, yet feel so terribly guilty that you sob deeply into your hands.

You startle as the door to the music room is thrust open.

"Darling, are you in h-", Asmodeus stands in the doorway. Even with his hair in slight disarray, he is gorgeous. The panic in his voice, in his eyes, tapers off as he takes you in. In its stead, bleeds in worry.

"Oh, dear." Softly, he shuts the door behind himself.

Desperately, you wipe at your eyes. It's no use, the puffiness and ragged breath would quickly reveal your miserable state to any being. But you try, and try, and try.

He emerges before you, but still, you hide your face in your hands. Asmodeus's own hands reach for your arms first, but only his fingertips graze you as they test how you respond to his touch. You freeze, but don't step back. The thought of rejecting his touch, even when you feel so unworthy, is agonizing.

"I had wondered where you'd wandered off to." His hands move downward, fingers coming to dance across the expanse of your waist.

Knowing you cannot hide forever; you sniffle and rub at your eyes one last time. You're not ready to meet his eyes, so you don't. You occupy yourself with his hair, hands coming up to push back the soft strands that had fallen out of their usual place. You two stand like that for a moment: the moon casting an ethereal glow on his champagne hair as your fingers coil into its thickness to ground yourself.

The moment cannot last forever.

Fingertips press against your jaw, gently guiding you to face him. You want to run and hide, not bare to him this weakness. Not in the music room, and especially not on a Friday night. Or was it Saturday morning by now? You haven't a clue how much time has passed. Yet, you stay, drowning in pools of light orange that plead for your attention.

"I called, several times might I add, but you didn't answer!" With the dramatic flourish you've come to adore, he sighs and blows away the fringe that has fallen into his face from your ministrations. You try to bow your head, avoid his disappointed gaze, but he holds you firmly in place. His face inches closer, you two nose to nose as he whispers against your lips, "I was soooo worried."

The faint whiff of demonus on his breath lets you know Asmodeus had gone drinking after dinner tonight.

"I went to your room as soon as I got home, but you weren't there." You reach up and press your hand against the one he leaves curled around your jaw.

"Mo," Your heart clenches as tears begin prickling at his eyes. An uneasy and desperate expression you haven't seen since that time overcomes him.

"You left your door open", his cheek presses into your other palm as it moves to cup his cheek, "your sheets were on the floor and your DDD was just there on the bed. Levi said he hadn't seen you since after dinner-" His own sniffle interrupts him, and although you feel you haven't the right, you unfurl his hand from your jaw to press a grinning kiss into his palm.

Your Asmodeus, such an emotional drunk.

"I'm ok." you whisper against his skin. The pout he forms cues you in on the fact that he heavily doubts that statement. His free hand trails up from your waist to trace the tear stains covering your cheeks. You can feel yourself tremble and will yourself to remain strong for the both of you right now.

You are not the only one laid bare tonight.

"Please, don't leave us,” his head lolls forward to rest on your shoulder with ease. You sigh, threading your fingers through his hair in soothing motions.

"MC," he whines into the junction of your neck and shoulder, "I can't lose you again."

"Mo," you gather him into your arms as much as you can, hushing him tenderly as another whine escapes him, "Asmodeus, I'm here."

His arms wrap tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he mumbles, "MC, promise...no. Pinky promise me you won't go! That you'll stay here forever with me." He rocks against you, swaying you both side-to-side.

Forever?

"A-are you sure-," he attempts to pull back from you, a noise of protest escaping him at your lack of immediate reassurance, but he quiets as your hold on him tightens, "are you really sure that's fine? Could you bear me forever, despite everything?"

You realize as his hands smooth themselves up and down your sides, that you were already shaking.

You know these worries have no place here. This should be a conversation when emotion has not fully overcome the both of you. But nothing is perfect, and nothing is planned when it comes to him or any of his brothers.

"...bear you? You think you're a burden upon me?" Asmodeus's wounded tone affects you more than you care to admit. It strips you of the willpower to stop him as he pulls back from you a second time.

You try to stutter out a response, but you can't deny it. Asmodeus cocks a hip, expecting a response, but you look away from him. How selfish you are, you think, to have once again made the matter about you. That train of thought doesn't last for long, however. You quickly whip your head back up to face him as an unmistakable oppressive force creeps over the music room and caresses your spine. All at once, discord strikes as random notes are ripped from each instrument.

"Sweetheart~"

Asmodeus is smiling, but dread washes over you as his glamour begins to shimmer and shift.

"Come on, don't ignore me! Who put such a silly thought in your pretty little head?"

His true form pulsates beneath, ready to burst in response to his building annoyance. Glimpses of his wings, wound tight as they flicker back and forth reveals his worry. This display isn't to intimidate you and now would be a good time to say something to appease the demon. But it's embarrassing to admit to the fifth born that complete and utter strangers, demons whose opinions shouldn't matter when you have his attention, have turned your thoughts to the worst.

"Hmm, should I go have a chat with Levi?"

"N-no! It has nothing to do with him."

"No?" Asmodeus's form seems to settle as you finally respond. Only brief flickers occur as he moves past you, sitting on one of the chairs placed in front of the window.

"Then, why is my precious little human in tears?"

You take in a deep breath. He will not let this go, and you are too tired to form a believable excuse.

"I'm just overthinking, Mo. Really, I'm going to be ok."

"Ah," Asmodeus's eyes crinkle softly as he catches the weakness in your statement, "but you aren't ok now." He motions for you to join him on his lap, but instead you take the seat beside him, leaving the table as a barrier between you two.

He hums to himself, and before you can register it, he sits himself on your lap and threads his fingers through your hair. Replicating, you realize after a long stretch of silence, the pattern you had used on him just minutes before.

"Don't hide your lovely face from me," he whispers against your ear, fingers curling around your jaw again, encouraging you to face him. When your eyes meet, his soften.

"What is it?"

"I.." You begin, but he stops you, clicking his tongue as your gaze starts to trail away from him.

"Mm-mm," when your eyes are firmly focused on him and him alone, he lets out a light purr that rumbles against your shoulder, "there we go, eyes on me."

"Mo, are you really ok with things as they are?"

"Well," he grins at you, shimmying in your lap, "this view is fine for now. But later I'd rather admire you from my bed."

You scoff at his attempt to lighten the mood when he knows you are being serious, but feel your cheeks flush, nonetheless.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, darling?" You gulp as his pupils begin to constrict into sharp slits.

"You aren't implying that I'm unsatisfied with you or our current standing, right?" To any untrained ear, his playful lilt suggests a question. However, Asmodeus's tightening grip on you solidifies it as an accusation.

"No, no," he lets out a sickeningly sweet coo, "certainly you understand that your place is beside, over, or under me."

As you sit stunned by the possessiveness that floods his tone, he presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"And you will go nowhere else."

"I-I-" Of all the brothers, Asmodeus had teased you the most with being something more than whatever this situationship was. But how does anyone respond to such a forward declaration - from the Avatar of Lust, no less?

"Oh, sweetheart," Asmodeus adjusts his grip to delicately cup your face with two hands, cooing at you as you tremble more under his touch, "my favorite human is never a burden. Hmm, if you keep having such ugly thoughts, I can't be held responsible for what I'll have to do to distract you. I'll fill your head aaalll with me and me alone, ok?"

"Asmodeus, I'm serious."

His eyes flash, and your heart flutters as a low growl reverberates from deep within his chest, "As am I."

Deciding to change tactics, you wind your arms around his waist.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mo. I don't want to be anywhere else." You rub his back gently in an attempt to reassure him and assuage his fears. You wait until his pupils dilate some before you continue.

"I'm happy here with you, with all of you. I just want to make sure you're happy too."

"Aww, of course I'm happy!" Asmodeus wraps his arms across your shoulders and rests his head atop yours, "I have our sweet MC all to myself tonight."

You sigh heavily, feeling the way he shivers slightly at the drag of your palm over his spine. He's backing you into a corner.

"I feel like you deserve better than me." His breath hitches, but he says nothing.

"I was...thinking of the past. I thought I had no regrets coming here, studying here, becoming Solomon's apprentice, making pacts with you all..." You halt, feeling Asmodeus's nails dig into the fabric covering your shoulder.

"Yet, you regret them. Your pacts with us?" He hisses.

"Never!" You're shocked with the strength of your denial. With the way he jolts, you guess the finality in your tone surprises Asmodeus too. His head lifts from yours, gaze locking onto your own.

"I don't regret our pact, just the way it came to be." You expect disappointment, anger, even annoyance. But all there is, is Asmodeus's amused expression in response to the confession you'd fretted over the past who-knows-how-long.

"How so?" His knowing little smirk irks you just a tad.

"What do you mean, "how so?"!? I deceived you, all of you, to free Belphegor."

Asmodeus's shoulders begin to shake with laughter. Flabbergasted, you try to find words, but all evade you.

"Deceived the deceivers! Our little human, so powerful and persuasive." Asmodeus mocks, swooning in your lap.

As he finally quiets down, he swipes a manicured thumb over your bottom lip.

“Mm, was I not clear enough then? No one, not even Solomon, has ever made me feel as powerful as you do." His thumb presses down, parting your lips.

"I can't speak for my adorable brothers, but you wanted a pact, and I desired your power. We both got what we wanted and," a hand returns to pet your hair, "maybe even more than we bargained for?"

You snort in disbelief. Your demons, always keeping you on your toes.

"Yeah, something like that."

Asmodeus giggles, pressing a kiss onto your cheek this time.

"No need to get so worked up. Should I go to Lucifer to arrange a family meeting? If you're that concerned, we can take turns," his fingers glide down from your hair to cup the back of your neck as he whispers, "reciting the vows of our arrangement."

"T-that's not necessary, Mo! I get it!" You squirm in his hold and pout. Always such a tease!

"You're SO cute when you're all pouty. But I've suffered enough tonight by your hand, don't you think?" He hauls himself off your lap and takes a moment to stretch in a manner that is all too slow and all too intentional.

You melt at the mirth swimming in his eyes and wonder why you were ever worried to begin with. Forever, was it? Forever has a nice ring to it.

"Oh, forgive me, dearest. However, can I make it up to you?" Theatrics, your shared love language.

"Well," he begins, giddy when you get up to follow him out of the music room, "a nice long bath together should be enough to soothe my aching heart."

"Not too long," you chide, "your breath reeks of demonus. You need to rest."

"Reeks?!" He squeals and you laugh.

"Aww, I get it. You're worried about me! Oh, I always knew we'd be a perfect match." Asmodeus links his arm with your own and tugs you towards the stairs. You resign yourself to your fate, you don't want to sleep alone tonight anyway.

"Mo." You tsk.

"Fine, fine. We both need our beauty sleep, but I'm keeping you to myself aaalll day tomorrow." You take the time to make sure he doesn't stumble over any of the steps.

"And what will we do then?" The scent of roses floods your senses as you both enter his room. It seizes you whole, fills your lungs, and leaves you entranced. It smells like Asmodeus's signature perfume.

It smells like home.

Asmodeus reaches into his dresser and pulls out a matching set of pajamas. "I believe movies and massages are in order." To your surprise, he also pulls out a matching set in your size.

"Romantic comedies?" You can't stop the grin that splits across your lips.

Some time ago, as Mammon and Leviathan argued over whether to watch action movies or a live action rendition of TSL, Asmodeus had curled himself into your arms. Hidden beneath the covers of your bed and in between a stolen kiss or two, he'd confided that drama had once been his favorite genre. But in your absence, romantic comedies had occupied his time. The loveable leads reminded him of you both and the endless joy your unique and unexpected relationship brought him.

"You know me so well~" Asmodeus purrs.

"That does sound nice." You walk over, taking the pajamas from him to set them side-by-side onto his bed.

"Of course it does," Asmodeus tugs your arm and you move to join him in his bathroom, "I always know what you like!"

You move his hands away as he tries to undress you. He pouts but acquiesces, turning away from you to undress himself and slip into the bath.

When you finish undressing, you turn to find him with his head tilted back on the tile and at peace. You admire him for a moment, thankful that such a stunning creature had opened his fragile heart to you.

He doesn't move until you sit beside him, bubbly water sloshing side-to-side.

"So, you'll stay?" His head finds purchase on your shoulder, fingers tangled with yours beneath the water. You lay your head atop his own, pressing a kiss to his locks.

"For as long as you'll have me."

"So," he kisses your shoulder in return, "forever?"

"Forever is fine."

A soft trill escapes him. "I'll be sure to take good care of you."

You sink deeper into the bubbles with a hum.

"I love you." He murmurs into your skin.

The warmth sinks into your bones and pulls you deeper into relaxation. You could fall asleep here.

"Hey!" You yelp at the little nip he gives your shoulder. “Tell me you love me too."

You laugh, picking up his head to push your foreheads together. The adoration in his eyes makes your belly all warm and fuzzy. You feel safe here. This is where you want to belong.

"Love you too, Mo."

#I've never called him Asmo 'cause Mo is cuter #also why tf doesn't he have a tail?#please a heart-tipped tail or scorpion even i just-#Solmare work with me here #y'all i'm so dramatic i'm sorry i was in my feelings for that second half #also this is my formal apology to mammon #i love him and he does not deserve this disreapect #canonically (read: in my head) he is the funniest brother and i'm claiming my bestie #maybe my next drabble will be mammon centered as penitencr for my crime #there are demons out there in your corner #somewhere #probably #just not represented in this fic #ok bye #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #reader x asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #obey me lucifer #asmodeus x you #asmodeus x y/n #obey me belphegor #obey me cerberus #omomtrta

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7ndipity · 1 year

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Dating Yoongi headcanons

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread.

A/N: Alright, if we're gonna do this series, then it's time we talk about my ult. The man, the myth, the meow meow(I'm sorry Yoongi)

(Also, I'm already planning a pt.2 for this series that's more on the crack side, so if anyone wants to send me headcanons for the members to possibly be included in future lists?)

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Yoongi is comfortable.

So soft for you, I can't even begin. Like, I don't understand how people ever think he's cold, he is the epitome of soft boi.

Blushes when you complement or brag on him.

Turns into a scrunched up, spluttering mess if you call him cute(we love our tsundere).

Very cautious at first with his feelings, but once he feels comfortable enough to open up, he's very straight forward.

To call it dating is a bit generous though. Like, y'all immediately go from 'kinda dating' to 'married-but-not-married'.

Tells you he loves you for the first time in one of those long ass, 3am texts like he sends to the members.

Random,(half-)joking proposals(Marry me, Yoongi uno reverse card!)

"What kind of ramen do you want?" "Marry me." "Both it is."

So many songs about you, but you will not know until they're released(or he makes them into a playlist/mixtape for your birthday or anniversary)

Actually really hesitant about letting you in his studio(sorry fellow writers). He just prefers to have a level of separation between his work and you.

Dates are usually pretty chill(except for special occasions or when he wants to flex and rents out a whole fucking skating rink for y'all or smth)

Another who lives for domestic activities with you, like cooking together or even just grocery shopping. Idk, he just likes getting to be with you.

Probably would love going camping with you in one of those little camper vans.

Likes to teach you things?

I mean, he won't want to be your full time teacher, but if you show an interest in smth like piano or producing, he'll get a kick out of teaching you the basics.(let him teach you about basketball, he'll lose his gd mind)

Not big on nicknames(big shock🙄). Like, you have a perfectly good name, why not just fucking use it? Also calls you 'Jagi', but that's if he's feeling particularly soft or needy.

Acts of service King.

Have you eaten? He's making food. Are you cold? Makes you take his jacket. His top priority is making sure you're taken care of.

Gets lowkey jealous of Holly getting too much of your attention. "Yah, are you dating me or my dog?!"

Sass and bickering are basically a second language for you two.

Subtle about pda. If he's not holding your hand, he has to have one resting on your back.

SOMEONE HOLD HIS FUCKING HAND FOR THE LOVE OF-(sorry, I'm calm)

Not always vocal about wanting physical affection, but when he is, he's lowkey dramatic.

*laying on the couch*"If you don't kiss me, I'm gonna die." *kiss* "Better?" "Hmm, still in critical condition. Keep going."

Another who gets more than a little enjoyment in winding you up into a flustered mess, and is smug about it(again, shocking no one, I'm sure)

Slow, lingering kisses as he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Gets really quiet if you fight(and sulks), but is usually the first to apologize because he absolutely cannot stand y'all being mad at each other.

Holds you to go to sleep.

"Marry me." "M'kay."

Okay, that's enough delulu for right now, Imma go cry.

#yoongi #yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff #yoongi headcanons #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi reaction #bts scenarios #bts reaction #bts headcanons #bts fluff #bts reactions #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts imagines #7ndipity

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peavhyshy · 6 months

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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (oneshot)

Pairing: Sarah Cameron x Reader

Summary: In which you and Sarah share a secret kiss while hanging out alone in your room, complicating both of your relationships with John B.

Warnings: sarah cheats on john b with reader, explicit language, fluff, smut, secret relationship, friends to lovers, this set after ward blew himself up, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, fingering, oral sex, grinding/tribbing, nipple play

Words: 2,617

a/n: guys is it bad to sleep with your best friend when your boyfriend is being a douche and didn't comfort you after you watched your dad die? but seriously there needs to be more sarah fics on here, y'all sleeping on her

((not proofread because i'm lazy and rereading stuff I write makes me cringe for some reason))

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The sun had just set over OBX, casting an orange glow across the sandy beaches. Inside the your families beach house, Sarah lay sprawled across your bed, half-watching some cheesy rom-com on the little TV in your room.

"Ugh, I can't watch this anymore," Sarah groaned, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels aimlessly. She was grateful for you trying to cheer her up after the traumatic events of the past few days, but she just wasn't in the mood for happy endings right now.

You glanced over from where you sat braiding friendship bracelets on the floor. "Yeah, I'm not really feeling it either," you said with a sympathetic smile. You tied off the bracelet and scooted up onto the bed next to Sarah.

Sarah clicked off the TV and flopped back onto the pile of pillows with a dramatic sigh. "I just keep replaying it all in my head, you know? Like maybe if I had done something differently…" Her voice trailed off as she stared up at the ceiling fan swirling above you guys.

You reached over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "It's not your fault, Sarah. There's nothing you could have done."

Sarah turned her head to look at you, her brown eyes glistening. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, You looked so beautiful and comforting that Sarah suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

Your eyes went wide in surprise before slowly closing as you kissed Sarah back tentatively. After a few seconds, you broke apart, blushing wildly.

"Um, wow," you breathed, biting your lip. "So that just happened."

Sarah let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I'm just feeling extra emotional and impulsive tonight. I've always thought you were really pretty though." She grinned sheepishly.

You laughed and playfully hit Sarah with a pillow. "Oh so that's how it is, huh? Taking advantage of me in my own bedroom?"

Sarah dramatically flipped her hair. "I mean, can you blame me? Have you seen this hair?"

You both dissolved into giggles, the tension instantly broken. No matter what else was going on in your lives, you always had each other. And maybe this was the beginning of something more.

“What about John B?” you asked, putting the bracelet on Sarah’s hand.

Sarah sighed, twisting the new bracelet around her wrist. "John B…I don't know. He's been so caught up in everything with his dad and the gold, it's like he doesn't even see me anymore. I miss how things used to be between us."

She looked up at you. "But then there's this…" she gestured between you guys. "This connection we have. I've never felt this way about another girl before."

You nodded, a worried crease forming between your brows. "I know what you mean. I care about John B, but I also care about you." you bit your lip. "Maybe we should keep this between us for now? At least until we figure things out.”

Sarah considered it for a moment then nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. No need to complicate things even more.” She linked her pinky with yours. “This can be our little secret.”

You smiled, hooking your pinky with Sarah’s. “Our secret,” you repeated.

Sarah leaned in conspiratorially. “So should we pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted by your question?” you teased.

You giggled and closed the distance once more, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.

Sarah lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest. She runs her hands up your sides, caressing your soft skin as she kisses down your neck. You let out a soft gasp, tangling your fingers in Sarah's blonde hair.

"Sarah…" you breathe out, your heart pounding as Sarah's hands continue to explore your body. You feel a growing heat between your legs, this new intimacy with Sarah awakening desires you never knew you had. Sarah kisses lower, trailing her lips down your collarbone, then takes a hard nipple into her mouth. You moan, arching your back off the bed at the sensation.

Sarah lifts her head to look into your eyes, her own darkened with lust. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, then tosses it aside. Sarah sits back on her knees to admire your naked form, a smirk playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful," she says throatily before leaning down to capture your lips once more. As your tongues meet, Sarah reaches down to undo the button on your shorts, her hand slipping beneath the waistband. You gasp into Sarah's mouth at the intimate touch, your hips bucking involuntarily. You never felt more alive than in this moment with Sarah, every nerve-ending tingling with anticipation.

Sarah's fingers dip lower, finding slick heat that makes you cry out. She strokes slowly at first, learning what makes you whimper and moan.

As Sarah's fingers work between your legs, you feel pleasure building within your core. Your breathing comes faster, soft moans escaping with each circular stroke of Sarah's fingers over your slick, swollen clit. Your hips rock uncontrollably, pushing yourself against Sarah's hand as your arousal grows.

Sarah watches your face, taking in every flutter of your eyelids, every gasp and whimper. She slides two fingers lower, teasing your entrance before pushing them inside. You cry out at the penetration, panting Sarah's name over and over. Sarah thrusts her fingers slowly at first, then faster as your inner walls clench tight around them.

The coil of tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter until suddenly it snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of euphoria. Your back arches off the bed, a string of curses and Sarah's name on your lips as you come undone.

Sarah pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, her own bright with exhilaration and desire. She runs her fingers through your tousled hair and grins, trailing her hand down your body. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts again, raising an eyebrow in question.

You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your hips so Sarah can slide your shorts and underwear off. Sarah tosses them aside, then settles between your parted thighs, kissing a path up your inner leg. You shiver in anticipation, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch. When Sarah's mouth finally finds your pussy, you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows.

Sarah hums in satisfaction at your reaction, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you. She uses her tongue to explore your slick folds, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes you cry out and clutch at the sheets. Sarah focuses her attention there, alternating between broad laps of her tongue and tight circles around your clit.

Your soon panting and writhing beneath her. "Oh god, Sarah…feels so good…" you moan. The coil of tension winds tight once more until you shatter again with a sharp cry, your thighs clamping around Sarah's head as you come. Sarah works you through it with soft licks, not stopping until you go limp with satisfaction.

Your moans fill the room as straddles you and slips off her underwear, your bodies coming together in a tantalizing display of desire. The slickness of your wetness creates friction that sends shivers of pleasure through both of you. Sarah's core radiates heat, igniting a fire within you that can't be quenched.

Your hands greedily explore Sarah's sides, eager to feel every inch of her. You grab onto Sarah's ass, pulling her closer, urging her to grind harder against your throbbing clit. Sarah leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you both breathless. Your tongues dance and entwine, a passionate tango of desire. The taste of your shared arousal fill your mouths, fueling your hunger for each other.

Your hips move in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Sarah's grinding against your clit, your clits rubbing together in a rhythm that drives you both wild. The wetness between your legs acts as a lubricant, allowing your movements to become even more intense, more intimate.

You arch your back, offering your breasts to Sarah's hungry mouth. Sarah eagerly takes the invitation, capturing a nipple between her lips, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. The sensation shoots electric sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

With one final, powerful thrust, Sarah's body shudders with pleasure. She cries out, her climax washing over her in a wave of bliss that crashes through her entire being. Her walls clench around nothing but the air, her core pulsating with every release.

Your own release follows closely behind, your body convulsing in waves of pleasure. The intense sensations ripple through you, causing you to grip onto Sarah tightly, your bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. You both ride out the waves of your orgasms together, matching each other's moans and gasps.

When you finally break apart your both are flushed and beaming. Sarah's fingers gently stroke your face as you kiss languidly, softly.

"Was that okay?" Sarah asks after a moment, suddenly shy.

You smile, pulling Sarah down for another lingering kiss. "More than okay," you assure her. Sarah grins, nuzzling into your neck.

Sarah smiles contentedly and lays her head on on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as it returns to normal. She feels a sense of peace and belonging that she hasn't felt in a long time. Here with you, away from the chaos and tragedy of the outside world, Sarah can simply be. No expectations, no pretending - just two souls connecting on the most intimate level.

Sarah traces lazy circles on your bare stomach as you lay entwined. She thinks about how rapidly her feelings have shifted - from seeing you only as a friend, to suddenly being unable to resist her. It feels natural though, not scary or confusing like her past crushes on boys. With you it just feels…right.

Eventually your lips find each other again, the kisses growing heated once more. You roll yourselves over so you're the one on top, straddling Sarah's hips. You look down at Sarah with hungry eyes as you slowly grind against her. Sarah gasps at the delicious friction, gripping your hips.

"Now it's my turn," you say in a low voice that sends a jolt of arousal straight between Sarah's legs. You reach down and tugs at the hem of Sarah's shirt. "Take this off."

Sarah complies, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside. You make quick work of her bra too until Sarah is laid bare before her. Your admiring gaze roams over Sarah's body, making her shiver with anticipation, you capture one of Sarah's nipples between your lips.

Sarah cries out, arching up into your warm mouth. As you lavishes attention on her breasts, Sarah is reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath your ministrations. This is even better than she imagined as she lets you take full control.

You kiss your way down Sarah's trembling body until your mouth replaces your fingers between Sarah's legs. Sarah closes her eyes, crying out your name as a slick tongue explores her slick folds. She reaches down to tangle her fingers in your hair, urgent moans spilling from her lips.

"Y/N, I'm close…" she pants out. The coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her finally snaps as she comes undone under your tongue.

You take Sarah into your arms. You exchange soft, languid kisses as Sarah catches her breath.

"Wow…" is all Sarah can say, still reeling.

You grin, kissing the tip of her nose. "I'd say we're pretty good at this secret relationship thing so far."

Sarah laughs. "I'd say so too. But we should probably keep practicing, just to be sure." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

You smirk, pulling Sarah in for another deep kiss. "I like the way you think."

Your lips meet again, both of you giddy with the exciting newness of exploring each other. For now, you’re content to stay lost in your little bubble of bliss, putting your troubles aside for a stolen moment of passion and release.

Sarah sighs contentedly, her body still tingling from her intimacy with you. She strokes your hair softly as you lie tangled together on the bed.

After a few peaceful moments, Sarah props herself up on one elbow to look down at you. "Not that I want this to end, but won't your parents be back soon?" she asks.

You glance at the clock on your nightstand and grimaces. "Yeah, probably. As much as I'd love to keep going…" You trail a hand suggestively down Sarah's side.

Sarah shivers at your touch. "Later," she promises with a grin. She gives you one last lingering kiss before reluctantly climbing off the bed to gather her scattered clothes.

As Sarah gets dressed, you sit up and wrap the blanket around yourself. You watch Sarah wistfully, not quite ready to burst this intimate bubble you’ve created. But the approaching sound of a boat motor outside makes the decision for you.

"Coming?" Sarah asks from the bedroom doorway, now fully dressed. Her cheeks are still flushed, lips swollen from kisses.

You sigh. "Yeah, be right there." As Sarah disappears down the hall, you take a moment to collect yourself. You press her fingers to your lips, Sarah's taste still lingering. Your heart flutters thinking about what just transpired between you too.

With a giddy smile, you get up to get dressed. You rejoin Sarah in the living room just as the front door opens and your parents walk in, loaded down with gear from their fishing trip. If they notice your matching blushes and shy glances, they don't say anything.

"Are you staying for dinner, Sarah?" your mom asks as she heads for the kitchen. "I'll throw some fish on the grill."

Sarah catches your eye, an impish look on her face. "I'd love to," she says sweetly. Under the table, she squeezes your hand, your secret.

The you too sat close together on the worn couch in your living room after dinner, shoulders touching. Your parents had retreated outside to the back deck, giving you some privacy. Sarah turned to you, looking into your eyes. She still couldn't believe what had transpired between you too earlier that evening.

"So…that happened," Sarah said with a small smile, cheeks flushing pink.

You nodded, biting your lip. You reached over and gave Sarah's hand a gentle squeeze. "It did. And as crazy as it sounds, it felt…right."

Sarah let out a soft laugh, interlacing your fingers. "I know, I feel the same way! I mean, I never expected this, but being with you just feels so natural."

She glanced down bashfully. "I know things with John B are complicated right now. But he's been pulling away, and you've been there for me. You make me feel safe and happy even during the worst moments."

You lifted Sarah's hand to your lips, kissing it softly. "You deserve to feel safe and happy, Sarah. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens with John B. And if this-" you gestured between you too "-is something you want to explore, I'm open to it."

Sarah's heart swelled with affection. She leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Then let's explore," she murmured against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, twining your arms around Sarah's neck to pull her closer.

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steelthroat · 6 months

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Babe wake up new characters in my school-life lore just dropped:

[ Tw: kind of heavy subjects treated lightly/with slight irony in the second half of the post ]

The first one:

Subject: art history

Name: Victorian-Age Vampire

Special attack: Elitist posture +20 annoyance // Judgmental death-stare -20 defense// "If it's popular it's bad"-laser +1000 annoyance// "Indie music is better"-energy ray +10000¹⁰⁰ annoyance

This man is the reason I use Neoclassical as an insult. This man is the reason I see the Art critic world described as "a circlejerk of men who think are so smart and interesting"

He sees someone wearing the shirt of a band? He will ask them if they actually listen to the band

He hears someone say a particular/pretty unused/specific word? He will ask them to say what it means cutting off the initial discourse

He stares. That kind of stare that wants you to feel uneasy.

My man is a celebrity look at him! Please look at him! Look at how great he is!!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM I SAY HE'S SUCH AN INTELLECTUAL!!!!!

He doesn't explain certain (and dare I say very important) paintings because "they're overrated". YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP I CAN'T BELIEVE IT-

The funniest thing is that he said he actually likes my character/personality for [insert reason here]. My mate, I'm sorry but the feeling is very much NOT mutual, and I really wish it didn't have to be like that, but I really can't stand you.

Also lol he's like, "You people shouldn't care about grades." I don't, because I don't want to have a mental breakdown caused by this ungrateful school (again), but there are people who care, and I can understand why.

He is pretty privileged, he was able to work with not only with one but 2 of his passions. And he did it because he could afford it.

Many people in my classroom(or in my school in general) who cannot. Grades (especially here) sometimes are the only thing that decides your fate, as much as teachers and older people feign ignorance.

The world doesn't work they way it worked 30 years ago or the way they actually think it does without having any tangible proof.

Lmao I remember he once said something along the lines of "[x] is not real art, masses like it, but critics acshualley" SIR YOU WORK IN THE ART FIELD YOU SHOULD KNOW YOU DON'T GET TO DECIDE SHIT.

How many artists were hated by the critics and their things regarded as "not real art" at their time, but now they're on our art history books and us students HAVE to study them????

What makes you think you(????) a contemporary of [x] have the true answer to what art is?

This mf started a discussion about books and thir importance based on the way they're written. We were talking about Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, he doesn't know them and he thought he had his "gotcha moment"

I can't stand him, he reminds me of 12 years old me too much. I really hope I outgrew that phase, otherwise please someone have mercy on me and just finish me off. I'm serious I don't wanna grow up like that.

But now let's not be dramatic, here's the real deal:

The second one:

Subject:[redacted]

Name: Creep

Special attacks: uneasiness +20 damage // smirk +200 annoyance // chill/funny demeanor +50 deception -30 defense // misogyny +50 annoyance +150damage

He wasn't bad but he always felt off to me, idk why I thought he was insincere.

Then two things changed my perception of him

1) point blank he shared with us the news of a girl who reported her rape after a certain amount of time here. And he said "nah she's lying, she wouldn't have waited so much time to report him" BITCH???? Omg y'all can only imagine how much this sentence fucking triggered me for many different reasons, none of which I'll be saying here, but fucking hell?????

But again, boomer, I never have high expectations towards them, so I was put off but heh... I've put up with worse. I mean fuck him, but alright I guess.

2) I was working on a project and I needed a thing. The thing was in the school basement and I'd never been there so I didn't know where to look for it. He seemed reluctant to accompany me, and he was all weird and fidgety. We get the thing, we go back and he is talking about the fact that "it looks weird when a professor and a student go alone in a basement and how he could get in trouble even if he didn't do anything and someone could report him for something he didn't do and it would ruin his life"

AND I WAS- Luke idk I probably visibly took some steps away from him because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MAN? LITERALLY INSERT HERE THE PETER GRIFFIN" who the fuck starts a conversation like this I just sat down" Meme.

Why are you saying this??? Why are you thinking of assaults when helping me find a thing that I need for a school project in the school basement???? Fear not my mate I will never go down there with you again after this one????? Fkn hell.

#steel rambles #art school #idk why I call him Vampire tbh #He's not actually soooo bad #like- he's an alright teacher #I really dislike his personality #no actually I don't even like the way he teaches #There's worse out there ik #I just dislike him tho #the second one is the worst #fkn creep #few months left and it's all over #just a few months

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and-claudia · 3 years

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The Delivery (The Mandalorian x Reader Part 34)

Word Count: 2725

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Y'all again I am so fucking sorry at how long this has taken me. I have had a lot going on. But I hope y'all like it. I haven't decided how many more parts this story has to it. I know I mentioned doing a second book but I am not sure if that'll happen. I've had a Crosshair x fem reader in the works for some time now and I really want to be able to focus on that here soon. BUT that being said this is NOT the last part. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy!!!!

WARNINGS: mentions of needles and child birth

Soon we were in her room. A few nurses came and went and after about half an hour we were left alone. I was sitting in a chair on the wall while Yn was on the bed.

She sighed dramatically making me look up to her, "So…” she drew out, “how long do you think this is going to take? Because I'm bored, honestly." She said, a goofy grin on her face as she pushed herself to sit up some. Despite being woken up in the middle of the night, she was wide awake now.

I laughed and shook my head at her antics, "It's probably going to be a while, Yn. First time mothers usually have longer labors than women who have had a kid before."

She gave another dramatic sigh before flopping back onto her pillow.

“What am I supposed to do? Just lay here the whole time?” She asked.

“Well, you should probably try and rest some while you can. Later on, it will be harder to.” I suggested.

“How am I supposed to rest right now? I’m ready to meet our other son.” She said, dreamily and I could only assume she was picturing our family.

“Here.” I said standing up from my chair and walking over to the light panel. I dimmed the lights down. Then I made my way over to the bed.

“I can’t help you relax if there’s no room for me.” I teased and she scooted over and laid on her side. I slipped my boots off and then lifted up the thin sheet to lay down with her.

It didn’t take long for her to slowly come down from the slight adrenaline high she was riding. Within no time she was asleep once again. I wasn’t quite ready to settle down yet though. Instead, I laid there, listening to the faint sound of distant monitors and various medical machines beeping and humming from other rooms around hers and enjoying feeling Ryker kicking and moving under my hand for what may be the last time before he was here in my arms. It was calming.

At some point, I fell asleep as well and now I was being woken up by Yn distress as she called out my name.

“Din.” She winced as my name fell from her lips.

“Yn? What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly wide awake and ready to come to her aid.

“I don’t know, but it hurts.” She said sitting up, clutching her stomach as she hunched over some.

“Okay, okay, deep breaths.” I stood up quickly and gave her my hand as I used the other one to call for a nurse. “A nurse is coming, okay?”

She could only nod her head.

A nurse came in and examined her thoroughly. The whole time she held onto my hand.

“Okay so everything looks good, nothing is wrong. In fact, you’re doing great right now. The,” she paused and rolled her eyes slightly, “discomfort as the books call it, but I know personally how painful it can feel, but it is normal. Basically, your body is preparing to begin pushing. But since your water hasn’t broken quite yet, it may be like this for a while.”

“Okay.” Yn said, nodding.

“If I remember correctly, you were planning on getting an epidural. Is that still something you want to do?” The nurse asked Yn gently.

“Yeah,” she sighed and gripped my hand as she had another contraction, “But I want to wait until my water breaks.”

“Okay, that’s fine. In that case though, as much as laying down and resting seems great right now. Being up and moving can actually help move you along a bit quicker. So if you’re feeling up to it try being on your feet some. Some women like walking the halls, some like bouncing on a yoga ball, I can get one down here for you if you want to try it. But of course, do what you feel comfortable with, and listen to your body. Okay?”

Yn nodded.

“Alright hun, I’m going to leave you two for right now. If you need anything or your water breaks and you want to get your epidural, just press that button, and I’ll come rushing back. You got this honey, okay? You’re strong.”

“Thank you.” Yn said, giving her a slightly pained smile.

“Of course. I’ll be at the front desk.” The nurse said before seeing herself out.

After she left I sat back down next to Yn and rubbed her back.

“What would you like to do? Sit for a little bit, or try walking some? It’s up to you.” I said gently.

She thought for a moment. Her eyes closed. When they opened once again they held an amazed look in them.

“I can feel him.” She said in awe.

I was confused. She had felt him move what felt like a hundred times.

“Through the force. I can sense him through the force.” She looked at me with teary eyes, smiling.

“This is really happening. Ryker is going to be here soon. We’re going to be able to hold him in our arms. Grogu is going to get to meet his little brother...Holy shit. I’m about to have a baby.” Her tone went from one of excitement to something more akin to fear. She now sat looking straight forward.

“Hey, you got this. You’re a badass. You’ve taken down some of the toughest bounties, this is going to be nothing compared to that.” I said, hugging her from the side.

She nodded, “I do got this.”

“Let’s go for a walk, get him out.” She said.

I stood and helped her get up and put a robe on to cover her back where the gown was tied shut. We walked the halls for about half an hour before she was fed up with it so we made our way back to her room. At this point, she was feeling it a lot in her lower back and just wanted to sit. So now she was sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, her arms hugging around my neck to hold her up. I was rubbing her back, trying to make her feel a bit better.

After a while of this, she sat back up more to look at me.

“I want to get up.” she said suddenly, already taking her arms from around my neck to push herself off the bed.

Once she was standing again, her arms went back around my neck and she rested her head on my chest. My hands went back to rubbing her back as we began swaying gently side to side.

“This feels better.” She sighed.

“Good. Are you doing okay though?” I asked gently.

“Yeah. I think I want to call the nurse back here soon… something is about to happen, I can feel it.” She mumbled.

I could only nod, knowing there wasn’t much more I could do for her right now.

It was maybe five minutes later when she stopped swaying with me all of a sudden. Her arms went from around my neck to grip my upper arm tightly.

“Din…” She took a shaky breath, “Call the nurse. My water just broke.”

She seemed like she was in shock. I helped her sit back down while I pressed the call button for the nurse. After that Yn held onto my hand tightly, squeezing it when she was having a contraction.

“How’s it going in here?” She asked upon entering.

“My water broke.” Yn said monotonously.

“Okay, let’s check on everything.” The nurse said, putting on her gloves.

I helped Yn get into position and continued to hold her hand.

“Alright sweetheart,” The nurse began once she was done, “if you still want that epidural, I need to call for it now. That baby is going to be here within the next two hours.”

I looked down at Yn as she looked up at me and nodded.

“Yes, please go ahead and call for it.” I answered for her.

“Alright, I won’t be gone long. I’ll bring the doctor with me when I come back.” She said before taking her gloves off and rushing out the door.

When she returned the doctor was with her and they had her sit with her legs hanging off the bed so they could put in the epidural. She hugged her arms around my neck and I held her hips to help keep her back straight. She had her face buried into my chest as I watched what the doctors were doing from over her head.

My eyes widened when I saw the needle. But Yn handled it like it was nothing.

“Alright, Yn. Let’s give that a little bit to kick in. If you feel anything, I mean even just the slightest thing that’s off whether it’s physical or through the force, you call for me. I’m going be staying down here so I won’t be far.” The doctor explained as I helped her lay back down.

Yn nodded.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a little bit to check on you.” The doctor said before walking out with the nurse.

After the epidural began to work, and the pain eased up, Yn became much more calm and relaxed a little more. She suggested turning on the small holo screen in the room and putting on a random holoshow to pass the time. And that’s what brought us here. I was sitting with her in the bed my arm around her shoulders while she leaned into me.

I stole a glance away from the screen to look down at her. Her eyes were closed in concentration, and I knew she was reaching out with the force.

“Din, turn off the holo.” She said not opening her eyes just yet.

I carefully got up and did what she requested. Then she opened her eyes.

“Din… don’t freak out, but it’s time. He’s coming now.” She said very calmly.

I froze like a Tauntaun caught in headlights. Eyes wide. Mind blank.

Yn PoV

I wasn’t surprised as Din froze up at my words.

“I had a feeling that would happen.” I said to myself as I used my elbows to push myself up some so I could reach over and call for the nurse and doctor.

When they entered I did waste any time telling them, “We’re ready.” I said pointing from myself to my stomach.

“Alrighty, let’s get you ready.” The doctor said.

“Din, my love, are you alright?” I looked back over at him. All the color had drained from his face.

“Mr.Djarin, why don’t you come sit down right here, next to Yn. Alright?” The nurse asked, guiding him over to a chair.

“Wouldn’t want you to faint and miss such a big moment, right?” She asked after he sat down.

He was finally able to shake his head no in response.

The color slowly came back to his face and he seemed to be coming out of shock and just in time too because everything was ready and it was time to deliver our baby.

Din’s PoV

The room finally seemed to stop spinning as I realized Yn was pushing already. I took a deep breath and shook my head before standing up. I immediately took her hand in mine and she squeezed it.

“You’re doing amazing.” I whispered to her.

“Good job, Yn, just like that. Keep breathing for me though.” The doctor instructed.

“Deep breaths, Yn, you got this.” I kept encouraging her.

“It hurts.” She whimpered between pushes.

“I know, I know. It’ll be a bet soon, then you can hold Ryker in your arms.”

“Yeah.” She said, teary-eyed.

It took about ten minutes but finally, crying filled the room and time seemed to stop. That was our son. They handed him off to Yn immediately and laid him on her chest and his crying subsided. She was smiling with tears running down her face as she looked down at him.

After a few minutes, the nurse stepped over to Yn.

“Would it be okay if Din and I took him to get cleaned up while the doctor finishes up?” She asked gently.

“Yeah.” Yn said nodding slightly.

“Din, if you want to take him.” She said and I carefully took him from Yn’s arms.

The nurse led me away from Yn’s bed to a small area on the other side of the room.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” I admitted.

“That’s okay, that’s why I am here.” She said giving me a kind smile.

After Ryker was all cleaned I wrapped him just like Yn had taught me to do before bringing him back to Yn. Once she was okay, the doctor and the nurse left to give us both time to bond with our new son. I went to hand him off to Yn but she shook her head.

“I’ve just carried him for nine months, and I’ve developed a strong bond with him through the force. RIght now is your time with him.” She said.

I smiled at her words, and couldn’t help the tears I felt building up in my eyes.

“I’m exhausted. Are you going to be okay if I try to close my eyes for a little bit?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Right, bean?” I asked my son.

“He’s not a bean, Din, look at him.” Yn laughed.

I shook my head, “No, he’ll always be my lil bean.” I said raising him up to kiss his forehead gently.

After Yn fell asleep Ryker followed suit. I took that time to fill out paperwork that was needed from us. Once that was finished I messaged Ash to check up on Grogu. He was living the life apparently with his aunt. After that, there wasn’t much to do besides watching Ryker as he slept peacefully in his little bassinet.

I got scared for a moment when his eyes opened, expecting him to start crying but he didn’t, he just looked at me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” I asked smiling at him.

He just blinked in response.

“It’s the scruff, isn’t it? I know I need to shave, but I’ve been a bit preoccupied with waiting for someone to make their grand appearance into this world.” I teased, knowing that he couldn’t understand anything I was saying.

“It was worth the wait, though. Well worth it.” I gently ran a finger over his head that had the thinnest, softest strands of hair on it.

“Din?” Yn called out gently.

“Yeah?”

“You know you can hold him right?”

“Yeah, he just woke up and started staring. I didn’t want to ruin his good mood and have him start crying.” I explained.

“You should try doing the skin-to-skin thing we read about. It could help you two bond.” She suggested.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hold him?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” She said quickly, “I’m actually kind of hungry, I was going to call the nurse to see if I could get something to eat actually.” She explained.

I thought her attitude change was a little strange but I brushed it off.

As she ate I took up her suggestion and was now happily sitting in the chair with Ryker asleep on my bare chest. Ash is bringing Grogu by later today and then will keep him for another night until Yn is discharged from the Medbay tomorrow morning.

Although I was happy having Ryker here with us finally, I was still worried about Yn. In some ways, it seemed like she was avoiding holding Ryker. Even earlier when the nurse came in to help show her how to feed him for the first time, she seemed very anxious to hold him. And once he had been fed she handed him off to me to burp, which of course I don’t mind doing, I just wanted to make sure she was getting to hold and bind with him physically as much as I was.

I decided to file the worries away for the time being and keep a close eye on her. I focused down on the baby in my arms and relaxed. We finally had our little clan together, everything would be okay.

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morbidly-malicious-muffins · 4 years

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What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

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lachlantrash · 5 years

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I'm your lock screen?"

"Wanna do a livestream with me, guys?" Preston says, walking into his living room where you and Lachlan are laying down together, watching reruns of Friends on the tv.

"I'm down, I'm so bored right now." You laugh, sitting up so you're not laying on Lachlan's chest anymore.

"What, cuddling with me is getting old?" Lachlan laughs, making you roll your eyes. "I'm kidding, and sure Preston just give me a second to find a shirt." He adds, getting off the couch.

"I'm sure the fans would rather have you shirtless, it's fine man." Preston laughs, taking the seat where Lachlan was previously sitting and putting his laptop on the coffee table.

"They probably would enjoy the view babe!" You call as Lachlan ignores both you and Preston, walking down the hall to the guest bedroom. "We can get started without him." You suggest to Preston, not wanting to fall into an uncomfortable silence.

"That's a good idea." He agrees, turning his laptop on and getting a youtube livestream going. "Hey guys, Preston here and as we all know, the Australian lovebirds Lachlan and (Y/N) are staying here in Texas with me for a week, and we decided to do a livestream for just you guys. Lachlan had to go do something really quick, but (Y/N)'s here right now." Preston says, smile on his face as he interacts with his fanbase.

"Hey guys, all Lachlan's doing is putting a shirt on... Even though Preston and I both think you guys would appreciate it more if he didn't." You say, scooting closer to Preston so you're in frame. "Babe, people in the comments think you should come back shirtless!" You shout to Lachlan, hoping he can hear you. He steps out of the room a second later, a blue t-shirt already on. "Awe guys, he didn't listen. Don't worry, one day I'll show you shirtless Lachlan." You promise as Lachlan sits beside you, wrapping one arm over your shoulder.

"You would think my girlfriend wouldn't want hundreds of people seeing me shirtless." Lachlan says, waving to the camera.

"I mean, they'd only get to see the upper half...Everything below that is mine." You hum, making Preston laugh before covering his mouth.

"(Y/N)! Keep it pg, this is live on my channel." He scolds, trying to hold back his laugh.

"We've never really been a pg couple Preston, but for you we'll try." Lachlan promises on your behalf. "Let's read some comments, yeah? See what they want."

"Well we're going to ignore all of the ones telling you two to kiss and makeout, it's not really gonna happen on my channel... If you guys want that I know that Rob has a video where if you look in the background, you can see these two idiots making out." Preston laughs.

"That was before the internet knew we were together, Rob exposed us." You sigh. "Actually, all of you exposed us, your coffee house video make things pretty obvious Preston." You say, jokingly accusing him.

"Uh, comments... Preston, be honest. How often do Lachy and (Y/N) fight?" Preston reads, quick to change the subject. "Honestly, they don't really fight. Like okay, obviously they've fought and Lachlan told me all the fun details about it, but they don't fight often at all. Like there's so many things that (Y/N) could get pissed at Lachlan for doing but she just... Doesn't. Maybe they do fight a lot and just hide it well, I don't know." Preston shrugs.

"I do a lot of things that could piss her off? What, is she just perfect and never does anything wrong?" Lachlan laughs.

"Well yeah, she's a keeper, there's no way you're staying pissed at her long if she ever even pisses you off. You're like, a lovesick puppy with her dude. Guys, none of you even know what kind of texts I get about this girl right here, or snaps I get of her where he's just gushing at how magnificent she is and how in love he is. It's kinda sickingly cute." Preston laughs. You look at Lachlan, a giggle escaping your mouth at the blush appearing on his skin.

"Awe, babe." You laugh, placing a kiss on one of his blushing cheeks. "Don't worry, all my friends get gushy snaps and texts about you too." You say, a smile on your face as you start scanning the comments. "Is Preston still single?" You read, a laugh as you look over at Preston.

"Of course I am, I mean I'm not going to settle for a relationship if it's not comparable to (Y/S/N). Maybe I'll never find love." He sighs dramatically.

"There will never be a relationship comparable to (Y/N) and I, Mitch and Jess are trying but they'll never succeed." Lachlan says, pulling you onto his lap so he can rest his head on your shoulder, scooting over to where you were so the camera can still see you guys.

"Oh my god Lachlan, shut up! Mitch and Jess are adorable, don't even say they're not comparable to us." You scold, quickly shutting down Lachlan's comment.

"It was a joke, calm down." He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"This is what I meant, they're sickingly adorable and Lachlan pisses her off." Preston laughs. Your phone goes off in the hoodie of Lachlan's that you're wearing, and you grab it to check the text and laugh once you read it.

"So Izzy says, 'I've been watching Preston's stream, give him my number ;) And you text me all the damn time about lover boy, he does annoy you a lot. Either way, y'all are adorable'." You laugh.

"Oooh, Preston might be getting a girl." Lachlan laughs. "Thanks Izzy, I can always rely on you." He adds, rolling his eyes.

"We can deal with the whole exchanging of numbers off camera, yeah?" Preston laughs out, now he's blushing because of the situation. "What's all of your lock screens right now?" He reads from the comments. "Well this is mine, it's just the cover to an album I've been listening to a lot." Preston shrugs, showing it to the camera. "What about you guys?" Preston asks, turning to you.

"Mine is a picture of all of my cats in bed with me, Lachlan took it for me." You laugh, showing the photo of you lying in bed, four cats surrounding you.

"Mine is uh, it's a photo of (Y/N) smiling while she gets coffee from Dunkin Donuts. To all of you in America that might not seem like much, but she moved to Australia to be with me and the closest Dunkies to our house is an hour drive. She still gets it basically everyday, but she's so appreciative of it now and it makes her happy, she posted the photo on her Instagram and I stole it for my lock screen." Lachlan says, cheeks flushing again at admitting to the world that you're his lock screen as he shows it to the camera.

"I'm your lock screen?" You ask, a bit shocked as you look at Lachlan.

"Well yeah, what else would it be?" He asks you.

"I don't know... Not me. Maybe like, your car? Or your family? Why is it me?" You ask, feeling so loved in this moment you forget that there is a camera capturing the moment.

"Because I love you, and I want to see your smile everytime I look at my phone." Lachlan shrugs, taking his bottom lip into his mouth not knowing how you'll react to this. He can't tell whether you're freaked out or in awe at the fact you're his lock screen, it's making him anxious.

"I really fucking love you." You sigh out, placing a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away suddenly from Preston shouting.

"Oi! I told them they weren't going to see any of that on my channel. We get it, you two are madly in love and it's adorable, we don't need reminders." Preston scolds, shaking his head.

"Sorry, god I'm sorry I just can't believe how amazing he is." You sigh out blissfully, wanting nothing more than to be having a moment with just Lachlan right now.

"I guess you're forgiven... Lachlan being whipped can't be pinned completely on you." Preston decides, making you smile as Lachlan groans.

"I'm not whipped! How many times do I have to explain this? So what, I love my girlfriend. It's not like she's some gold digger and I'm just following her blindly like a lost puppy, we love each other equally." Lachlan sighs out in defense, burying his face in your shoulder.

"Don't worry, I don't think you're whipped." You comfort, running one hand through his hair to coax him back up.

"Let's leave them be and we can go jam out in my room guys." Preston laughs, standing with the laptop. "They're definitely meant for each other, that's for sure." You hear him whisper as he walks away, making you laugh to Lachlan a little.

"Do you think he knows we heard that?" You ask, removing your hand from his hair and gently pushing his head off your shoulder so you can look at him.

"I don't know." Lachlan shrugs. "I don't care, he's not lying. We're definitely meant for each other, even if I'm not your lock screen." Lachlan laughs, making you pout.

"Fine, I'll make you my lock screen right now." You huff, turning your phone on and going to your camera roll.

"I'm only kidding babe, you don't have to replace your cats with me." He laughs again, though you ignore him as you try to find your favorite photo of Lachlan.

"The problem is I don't have a favorite photo of you, I have multiple favorite photos of you. Like, there's this photo where you're snuggling Crash in bed and I just love it because you're asleep and your mouth is slightly open. But then there's this one, from our one year anniversary and you're all cute with your button down shirt slightly unbuttoned and a beer bottle in hand because it was a great night and it was just all about us and I love it too. Then there's this one, where we were both sleepy and we're in the airport wearing baggie clothes and you're holding me and you're placing a kiss on my cheek. How do I pick one?" You ask, moving your gaze from your phone to meet Lachlan's eyes.

"I guess you do love me too." He mumbles out, making you laugh.

"Was that not obvious enough?" You ask, a playful smile on your face. "I do love you, Lachlan." You say, planting a kiss on his lips before looking back to your phone. "Now c'mon, which photo do I set as my new lock screen?"

"I can hear you two still!" Preston calls down the hall, making Lachlan chuckle.

"Sorry! Not really, but still!" Lachlan calls back, causing you to laugh.

"Leave him alone and choose a picture of yourself, dork." You say, flicking him to get his attention back on you.

"The one of us in the airport, you're in it, I'm in it, it's the perfect picture." He says, making you smile and place a kiss on his cheek. Getting lost in the moment of just you two.

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bmpmp3 · 6 years

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I wanna talk about me ikesen OCs now so that's what's happening~

So like I think y'all have figured that I accidentally just made three new suitors instead of like normal OCs like a normal person whoops lol

But yeah I dunno sometimes I like to think about if they had routes, I only have rough ideas but I think it's fun qwq

Subordinate 2's route would be pretty weird, like it'd start with some chaotic dramatic shenanigans 'cause for some reason I picture one of their first meetings being in the middle of a battlefield (that Nobu probably dragged her to lol) with MC finding sub2 half dead somewhere on the ground and frantically attempting to help him despite how she doesn't have her wartime nurse skills yet

I think the rest of the route up to like halfway through like to chapter 6 would be pretty normal, lots of goofs and some cute romance stuff with this rando MC dragged off the battlefield and for the next month and a half you'd get the normal stuff, the azuchi guys would become her new family, if I give sub2 a pet you'd meet it, Sasuke's being a good gal pal, the usual BUT THEN.....wormhole nonsense

Normally the game waits til like the last second in the dramatic route to bring in some wormhole nonsense but I'm not about that life so CHAPTER 7 THE WORMHOLES COMING FOR YOU MC

this is probably the point where she'd tell sub2 about where she's from and his brain will probably break but that's alright he'll get better, by now shes probably decided to stay, probably not just for sub2 (sorry buddy but it's only been like a month) but moreso for all her new pals and family BUT WHOOPS the wormhole came early to scoop up MC and Sasuke but also accidentally brings sub2 along lol

More brain breakage for sub2 BABEY

I dunno i just think it'd be interesting to have modern day be more of a thing in one route and I think with sub2 it'd be fun~ not sure how the endings would go tho, I feel like at one point someone has to lose an eye and/or maybe some other body parts and there'd be some good ol' time ping pong with the wormhole sending people back and forth (I love that stuff let me live qwq)

Wormys route I think would be kinda wild, and I think the story would be more about the MCs character arc instead of emphasizing the suitors arc like the rest (I don't really have a problem with the boys arcs being so important it makes sense they are historical figures after all, I just really want a story that's like allllll about MC qwq) like wormy doesn't need much of an arc he's a sentient rip in spacetime and he's a Good Boy

He's kinda ....a childhood friend of MCs so I think this route would go into her backstory and why she seems So Ready to give up on the future (listen my suspension of disbelief is basically never broken like especially in this game but got damn girl it's been three months)

His route would be full of my conspiracy theory headcanons lol

I'm not sure what the endings would be like but knowing myself and my nonsense I think it'd be fun if MC learned how to completely control time travel with wormys help by the end

Sasukes gonna nut so hard over all this time travel stuff

Ohhh maybe wormys dramatic would actually be pretty platonic, like wormys dramatic would end up more as a kinda platonic true route or something for MC's story? I dunno orz

Masatos route.....lol okay this is weird but it's take place after something like that platonic true route I was talking about with wormy where she decides to stay in the Sengoku not cause of dick but cause of FRIENDSHIP and FOUND FAMILY TROPES and three months passed and shes just chillin

I mentioned he's like...a low-key yandere who becomes Very highkey right? Like he became kinda obsessed with her in the future back when she lived there but no one noticed lol

I dunno how he managed to trace her all the way back through time but there he is

I decided MCs current impression of him is that hes a pretty normal but pleasant dude, maybe kinda spacy? That's an act but she doesn't know that lol

He'd probably charm most of the dudes into thinking he's a normal guy, I think the only one's who'd be kinda suspicious are Sasuke and mitsuhide (they can read people really well and mitsuhides a little bitch who can spot a worse little bitch from a mile away) and ieyasu (he's been through a lot I don't think he trusts anyone immediately)

I think there'd be lots of real subtle foreshadowing about masatos true yandere nature but around like chapter 6 I think it'd flip the switch REAL HARD and now it's borderline a horror game lol

I feel like the first person he kills is nobunaga and I don't know why? Nobunagas one of my favourite boys but he'd be a great catalyst in changing the entire tone of the game so sorry buddy

He's probably gonna at least try to break MCs legs so she can't run away masatos just that kinda yandere, like cut off a finger as a warning to the others to not even try to save her cause he's like got a bit of a ...if I can't have you no one can kinda vibe? The "romantic" end would end up with you being trapped forever with Masato like the horror movie his route basically is and the dramatic end would have MC finally netting her first kill in ikesen (it's Masato, she'll kill Masato and we'll finally be free of this evil)

Masatos route would probably also be a lot about MC rather than her suitor lol, her character arcs and everything~

Anyway thank u for listening to me throwing spaghetti at a wall for like a thousand words I'm gonna go do some readings for class now

#ikesen ocs

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rambleonwithrosie · 6 years

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150 Followers. Feel free to take this and use it yourself.

Okay so if you've been following me you know that at every milestone of 50 I go and answer 50 questions. So this time they're all gonna be Queen/Classic Rock specific and y'all are all welcome to take these and make asks out of them or reblog/copy with your own answers.

Favorite Queen member's solo album? Strange Frontier by Roger Taylor

Who of the band would you call to help you fix a flat tire? John, he's a dad and a diy guy, as much as I wanna say Rog I just don't want to deal with a drama queen when I'm having my own drama but I've seen him under the hood of a car so I've no doubt he probably knows how

What do you think Brian May smells like on am average day? Very woodsy, like pine needles and some light but expensive cologne

How would you kiss Freddie? On the cheek like a good friend I just can't get into his looks enough to think about kissing him any other way

How would you kiss John? Well if we're talking long haired fluffy John I'd probably psst at him to come around the corner and then give him a kiss and see what he does

How would you kiss Brian? Very carefully otherwise @squeezemylemon is gonna kill me so probably the sweet quick chaste type kiss

How would you kiss Roger? (My moment has come) I would walk up to him and grab ahold of one of the necklaces he wears and just pull his lips down to mine and crash mine onto his wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him for all I'm worth or less dramatically if we were just sitting on a couch or something I'd just lean my head up off his shoulder and press a gentler sort of kiss to his lips and see where he takes it after that

If you were going to date one of their kids who would it be? Felix, I'm partial to brunettes usually (Roger and Luke Skywalker are my exceptions) and he seems pretty cool and has done a lot of different things which would be interesting to talk about

Favorite gif of your least favorite band member?

10. Most recent Queen photo on your phone

11. Favorite piece of fanart?

I can't pick just one. I also don't remember where I found these and if you know the artist I'll happily tag them in the most. The artbis most definitely NOT mine

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12. Queen song that makes you want to cry? Love of My Life

13. Which band member would you pick to keep an eye on you at a party so you don't get too crazy and make it home safe? Brian probably, I would say John but I feel if he's drinking he'd be less than no help

14. Who's flat would you ask to crash at? I have reasons to want to say Roger's but banging aside I'd probably pick Freddie he was generous and funny and would probably do his beat to cheer me up from whatever circumstance had made me not have a place of my own to stay

15. Who would you want to teach you to play an instrument they play? Well I genuinely feel I'm best suited for drums so I'm not just saying Roger because he's my dude. Plus he could teach me the most instruments anyways considering as he knows drums, bass, electric, and keyboard.

16. If you could spend a day with Freddie what would you do? I'd just want to sit and have tea and talk and maybe go shopping later hear his advice and crack some jokes

17. Favorite solo song by a Queen band member? As far as written by goes, it's probably Let's Get Crazy or Happiness by Rog bit overall it's gotta be Rog's version of Racing in the Street *chills*

18. Favorite live performance?

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19. Whose singing voice do you like best? Roger Taylor (nothing against Fresh he's amazing)

20. Whose speaking voice do you like best? Again Roger Meddows Taylor for the win

21. Write a snippet where you're holding hands with your least favorite band member.

Freddie had never been to an amusement park before, hadn't wanted to go really, but John had begged him to come along and then left him with Aston to babysit while he dealt with his actual children. It wasn't that she had anything against Fred it's just him tagging along on her elbow was keeping her away from the drummer whose attention she wanted. They got onto one of the rides and she saw how pale Freddie was looking and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was being a third wheel or that the drummer was off on one of the more dangerous rides that Freddie was not about to get on.

"You can hold my hand if you want" Aston joked looking over at Fred.

"Really?" He asked a little relieved. The two of them chuckled and to Aston's surprise Freddie's black nail polished fingertips interlaced through hers and he looked a little more at ease for the comfort of human contact.

"It'll be fine" she grinned and then the ride took off and the black fingernails damn near dug into her hand in panic.

22. Write a snippet where you're fighting with your favorite band member.

They had been living together for just over two months and despite not knowing how to boil an egg Roger somehow found a way to get into the kitchen and put things in the wrong spot. He came home from the stall.

"Where is the paprika?" She leveled at him before he had scarcely shut the door.

"The what?"

"Paprika, Rog, the spice that I was going to use for the supper I was cooking us, but I can't ever find anything in this kitchen" Aston said muttering as an afterthought "thanks to you."

"What was that?" Rog said coming over to her and looking darkly with his blue eyes.

"Just tell me where you put the paprika and we'll be fine" she sighed.

"I didn't fucking touch anything in your stupid kitchen" he glowered going to the liquor cabinet.

"Well I still can't find it" she huffed.

"Not my problem" he said swigging straight from the bottle.

"Well if you want dinner it kind of is" she retorted.

"I'll get something out" Rog said dispassionately.

"Fuck you" she muttered and went back to banging through the cabinets in search of the missing spice. She was on her knees with half her body in a lower shelf looking in the back and growing hotter for Roger showing no signs of caring or helping. She smelt the dish starting to burn on the stove and tried to crawl out, raising her head up and whacking it on the shelf above. She let out a round of oaths.

She went over to the stove and moved it off the heat halfway between tears and screaming.

"I'll order something" Roger said standing up.

"I can fucking cook!" She shouted "if only I could find the things I need when I need them."

"Well don't yell at me about it" Roger said and brushed past and out the door.

Aston collapsed onto the floor sitting with her back to the cabinets and started crying. She sobbed into the kitchen towel. So much for her cosy dinner at home with Rog. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and close. She felt her fingers clutching the towel pried open and looked to see a bottle of paprika put into them. She turned her teary red eyes up to Roger's face. He pulled her to her feet and held her in his arms. Softly stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss to her cheeks.

"Come on, I got us reservations, you can cook your thing tomorrow if you still want to" he looked down at her smiling and put a kiss to her nose and grinned at her in his arms.

23. Favorite picture of Brian

24. Favorite picture Roger

(Well it's one of many favs)

25. Favorite picture of Freddie

26. Favorite picture of John

27. Best song to slow dance to? One Year of Love

28. Best song to make out to? I'm In Love with My Car

29. Best song to drive to? Breakthru or Don't Stop Me Now

30. Best song to strip to? Tear It Up

31. What era of the band would you like to hang out with most? I wanna say mid to late 70s. I'd rather not have to hang out with them during Hot Space 😂

32. Favorite song on your favorite album? Rock It (Prime Jive)

33. Least liked song on your favorite album? Probably Play the Game

34. Who would you want to take care of you if you were sick? I feel Brian would be the most knowledgeable but I'd probably prefer Fred just cutting up and maybe grabbing the aspirins and whatever else was needed. I just don't feel Brian would be funny enough to cheer me up. And Rog I just don't know how good he'd be at taking care of someone

35. Who would you want to go driving with? Roger. Duh! So many reasons!

36. Who would you pick to spend a lazy (non-sexual) afternoon with? Well not that I'm just into Rog for the sex, he'd still be my first pick because laughs. But second would be Brian.

37. Rate how thirsty you are for each band member? Freddie 0/10. John variable between 0/10-6/10. Brian 2/10-4/10(red special is factored into Brian). Roger 1000/10 (cars aren't factored into Rog otherwise I'd break my phone adding zeros to that 1000)

38. Least favorite Roger song? Sheer Heart Attack

39. Favorite Brian song? Sail Away Sweet Sister or Dragon Attack

40. Least favorite Freddie song? Body Language and Get Down Make Love

41. Favorite John song? One Year of Love or If You Can't Beat Them

42. Are you excited for the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? Yes. Not insanely. But moderately excited yes

43. Is Queen your favorite band of all time? No. They're in my top 3 but The Moody Blues were my childhood and are so unique and very special to me

44. If you married your crush from the band where would you go on your honeymoon? The beach. Hopefully the Pacific Ocean. Probably some nice private beach just to have space with each other and I love water and he loves boating and stuff.

45. Who has the nicest butt? While I prefer Rog's ass I must admit John possesses the superior booty

46. Who has the best smile? Roger. Hands down and not just because he's my main man all around it's literally made of sunshine

47. Who would you go to if you were scared? Roger. I don't get scared so if I did I'd want someone around to make me laugh my fears away

48. If you were going to be in a crime fighting/super hero duo with one of the band, who would it be? John. He's sound and sensible and so long as he can handle my forceful personality and not write any DISpatches raking my bad behavior and rash decisions we'll get along

49. Do you listen to Queen daily, or at least multiple times a week? Yes especially if you include their solo works

50. Have you written any Queen fanfiction or made any fanart? Yes. Fanfiction galore. Some has yet to be posted but when I do it will be on @drummerinthecupboard

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