#Luci it’s welcomed too lmao

[radiostarsz]

evilly plotting, evilly plotting

[hey-imma-fangirl]

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been a while — njm (teaser)

pairing ⇢ photographer!jaemin x model!reader

summary ⇢ avoiding Jaemin proved to be a difficult challenge because here you are, opening your doors for him when he comes knocking after you declined the invitation to his very first exhibit.

genre/au ⇢ smut, angst, fluff? former ??? or?

rating & word count ⇢ 18+ | 1k+

warnings ⇢ mentions of sex (full & detailed warnings will be in the full fic)

a/n: it has indeed been a while lmao 💀 anyways, happiest 24th to the love of my love. my jaem, my nana on gawd he looked too good during this live i just had to 😩

the incessant knocking forces you to open the door, ready to tell whoever's behind off but he’s carrying a furball in one arm and another in a small carrier bag.

it washed away your annoyance at once.

“hi, sorry i had to bring them with me”

“didn’t you come from the dorms?” you query, finding Jaemin's sudden appearance here suspicious. he knows you love his cats and could be bringing them here just to lure you.

you tried to ignore how good Jaemin looked, the tight black shirt hugging his frame but your eyes were pulled to the dangling bracelet on his wrist.

the one you bought for him months ago as a gift.

“yeah but you haven’t seen them in ages”

whose fault is that?

“pictures or videos would’ve been enough” you cut him off before he could reply, though your eyes are already set on one of the cats.

they're just too adorable for you to ignore.

jaemin finds it amusing how you’re doing your best to repel him and his babies when he knows your fondness for his precious pets.

“they might’ve missed you too” he turns his body slightly, showing another furball inside a cat backpack so you immediately take the cat on his arm into yours. he comes in, dropping off both bags on the floor before facing you.

“did you eat already?”

you're aware of his busy schedule today and besides-

“i ate kimbap in the car on the way here”

the mere mention of that specific snack sparks your late night memories with Jaemin. it's your go-to one during night drives with, of course, mainly fucking and then eating whatever you both are craving after while stargazing.

you knew that Jaemin notices you reminiscing those memories. evident with the small curl of the side of his lips as he takes one cat back in his arms.

“did you?” his voice snaps you and you nod. before the absolute awkwardness begins between you, the fluffy cat in his arms meows and reaches for you.

“awee come here~” you scoop the cat from Jaemin’s arms, ignoring the spark you feel when your skin touches one another.

“looks like Luke missed you a lot” he chuckles with that raspy voice of his as he unloads Luna and Lucy from their cat bags.

"he sure does" you parrot Jaemin's laugh, cooing at the furball in your arms.

"not as much as me though"

your smile drops but it didn't affect Jaemin at all. if not, it seems to encourage him to fulfill whatever he's here for tonight. he situates himself comfortably on your couch after settling the cats on the floor. you sat beside him with Luke not interested in leaving your arms. eventually, the cat joined his sisters after Jaemin set the TV into one of those dog channels.

"they really love it, no?" you muse, watching his cats fondly. you're still avoiding him but thankfully they've behaved so now he can focus on you.

part of why Jaemin's here was because he wanted to talk to you in person. you didn't respond when he sent an invitation for his exhibition and his messages after that. it's his first one so it means a lot to him and he wanted you to be there.

so Jaemin had to pay you a visit which he hasn't done in a while. maybe that was the reason. or maybe you were just very busy like he is. you were already dressed earlier when you welcomed him so it was a miracle that you even let him in.

the thing is you did. you went to see what it's like since Jaemin's been talking about it for a while. he hasn't really talked to you in months so you were apprehensive in accepting when you got the formal invitation. you've had reasons but you managed to take a peek which is a mistake cause one of his friends did see you.

he thankfully didn't know that you did and that's because you've bribed Chenle to not tell anyone else. you thought you succeeded but the prospect of Jaemin coming here after was something that passed through your mind.

you were even planning to meet up with Jeno tonight to catch up. with the both of you being models, schedules are tight though sometimes you see each other during photoshoots and after. you only did have time when Jaemin stopped talking to you.

“were you planning to leaving earlier?” he turns to you after you got back from your room, now changed in your nightwear.

“yeah to meet Jeno” you reply, wanting to see Jaemin’s reaction to you meeting his friend this late at night. he was eyeing you up and down but soon as he heard his friend's name, he looked away. even when he tried to hide it, the shock, confusion, and something else was there.

“he’s not at the dorms” he’s calm. too calm than he should be. maybe you seeing Jeno doesn’t really matter to him at all.

“then where?”

“rina’s”

“oh” you couldn’t stop the disappointment seeping into your tone.

“didn’t tell you or anything?” his tone leaves you no idea if he's mocking you or not.

“no”

“thought you knew already”

“well, that perfectly explains why you’re best friends doesn’t it?”

your walls broke no matter how hard you tried to act nonchalant about this. about Jeno bailing on you; about Jaemin coming here and him finding out. it should be expected that in your line of work, these instances happen. you often do the same with people you meet but you just didn't think Jaemin would be the one to give you the same treatment.

he scrambles right away after hearing your tone, following you when you turn your back at him and head towards your kitchen. you haven't told him to back off yet, not that he's worried since you opened your doors to him but he couldn't take any more risks.

"can we talk?" he starts, sounding unsure for the first time and it ignited your curiosity. he's naturally confident so you want to see how far he'll adjust just to have this talk with you.

"10 seconds" you challenge.

"what"

"do anything you want with me for 10 seconds"

e/n: i had work today so i couldn't finish this one on time 😭

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 4

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: four

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

elton

how is everyone on this fine evening?

the REAL karate kid

great until you rudely woke me up

from my peaceful nap

stairway

L

the imposter

eh not too bad

but my friend keeps on spamming me

with these tiktok edits

neev

tiktok edits you say 👀

what of?

the imposter

these girls she's kinda obsessed with

and finds them incredibly good-looking

and wants to know who my fav is or

who i find the most good-looking

elton

ooh really?

i wanna know who

let us google em and say our opinions

the REAL karate kid

and which one did you find

the most good-looking?

the imposter

i don't really know who any of them are 😭

but they're playing football in some clips

so i'm guessing they're football players?

elton

oh 😳

stairway

this will be interesting

earpsy

ah well describe them

so how many were there?

and who was the best looking?

i wanna keep an eye out if they

turn up on my fyp

the imposter

well there were quite a few

there was this one specific blonde

that she continuously spammed me

edits off the most

and i think she was the captain idk?

willybum

i feel like i've seen that blonde before!

i reckon she's everybody's favourite

since she's the most good-looking

stairway

what a big fat lie

elton

as if

the imposter

eh, everyone's fav?

i mean i see where people are coming

from but that's kinda stretching it ...

there are so many more players

that seem to be just as great if not better

the REAL karate kid

see

thank you

you get it

just like everyone else

someone just needs to knock

some sense into leah

and i'll gladly do it rn

BACK TF UP 🤺

lotte

who is your favourite player tho, y/n?

neev

i'd love to know too

stairway

come on, that's easy

it's gotta be stanway

right?

the REAL karate kid

y/n, my love

it's russo isn't it

elton

hey hey hey

we forgetting toone too

the REAL karate kid

shush

the imposter

um i'm still uncultured okay 😭

i don't know any of their names yet

oh but i do know one of their names

i think she's pretty cool

neev

ooh do tell who this lucky person is

that you find pretty cool

the imposter

it's lucy bronze

willybum

NAHHH

SHUT UP

stairway

NOT THAT OLD RUSTY GRANDMA 😭

OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE SHE COULD PICK

rusty metal

OI

who you calling an old rusty grandma?

stairway

YOU

WHO ELSE

rusty metal

i'm very delighted that

she is your favourite y/n

she's mine too <33

earpsy

LMAO 💀

just so you know y/n

you've broken a lot of hearts today

the REAL karate kid

lemme just go and find the nearest cliff

and fling myself off of it

stairway

i'm joining you

willybum

count me in too

the imposter

IM SORRY 😭

ALL THE LIONESSES SEEM AMAZING OKAY

I JUST ONLY KNOW ABOUT HER YET

elton

nah

you've made your choice

the imposter

YOU GUYS

it's really not that big of a deal

you all are acting like i've

personally rejected you guys

lotte

this whole thing was so funny to read omg

meado

honestly

top tier entertainment

made my day

thank you y/n

the imposter

you're welcome ...?

part five here

[grandlinedreams]

|| welcome fellow Ghoul fuckers ily

|| notes: sequel to [this], got nothin' to really say beyond reader and Cooper make the most fucked up implied pseudo parents for Lucy lmao, Canon somewhat compliant, post s1, gonna have to wait for the prequel meeting dic to know why reader knows Coop's whole name

|| warnings: weapons supplier!reader, Canon typical gore/violence, something something save a horse ride a cowboy, NSFW ㅡ fingering, edging (i had to take a lap around my house), irradiated cream pie, unprotected sex (supposedly those swimmers are FRIED but I can dream),

The low croak of a crow echoes over the barren stretch of sunbaked, irradiated earth ㅡ and the creature itself lands on the bent, rusted post of a long gone sign. Tilts its head this way and that, blinks liquid black eyes ㅡ three of them. Then squawks indignantly when a bullet narrowly misses it, jet black wings flaring as it takes to the sky to complain in that low, creaking voice.

"Get lost," you tell the bird, glancing at the way Dogmeat tracks the creature. Then she whines, licks at her muzzle like she wants to go catch and eat the damn thing.

"Don't even think about it, pup." You inform her, soothing the disappointment with rough scratches to her head that have her nudging for more before you walk away, sharp whistle summoning her to your side. You don't know why, but she's taken a shine to you over your companions, and you're not about to push her away.

The set up for tonight isn't far off, but it's the skitter of some other creature off in the distance paired with the ominous rumble from above that gets your attention ㅡ and you click your tongue at the foreboding, electric green that rolls in the clouds, cracking with lightning. It isn't nightfall yet, but it's growing closer with that mess on the horizon.

There's a pitiful attempt at a fire being made by Lucy when you return, and she offers a smile that you echo briefly before moving to Cooper's side, nudging him with your boot. "Storm's rollin' in."

He grunts, tugs his hat from where he'd been shading his face ㅡ pretending to sleep to ignore Lucy's still-attempting-to-be-friendly rambles, you suppose. "How far out?"

You shrug, slinging your pack back onto your shoulders. "About an hour, give or take."

Lucy flicks a confused look to both of you as Cooper gets to his feet as well, and her head tilts. "Why're we moving?"

You raise an eyebrow. "You want radiation sickness, vaultie?" It's worth it for the way she bristles, and you snicker. "Come on. There's something of a building not far from here."

You're kind enough to wait for her unlike Cooper, who heads off with Dogmeat while you trail with Lucy.

The building was probably an apartment complex at one point for the squared off, honeycomb like interior, the sections that remain halfway decent.

The presence of scattered, long empty supply packaging ranging from stimpacks to tins of cram says that you aren't the first to be here though, and you split off with Cooper to scout out the place, leaving Lucy with Dogmeat.

You're just as quick with tongue and trigger as Cooper ㅡ Lucy has learned that the hard way over the last week or so. But there's still a softness to you that Lucy likes, gravitates towards ㅡ and figure that Cooper likes it too, for the way she spots him watching you sometimes, pretends not to notice when he looks up and glares at her.

"Clear," you report, pulling her from her thoughts as you toss her a bedroll and a spare blanket. Where you got them, she doesn't know. And the dark stains of what absolutely is most likely blood tells her she doesn't want to know.

What she does know is that she's allowed what constitutes as a room to herself ㅡ three walls and a roof that won't cave in are enough for her to take it without complaint. Dogmeat goes with her, and when she looks up, she knows why with the unspoken way you and Cooper split off for the same little room a couple broken spaces down from hers.

"Get some rest, Lucy," you tell her, offer a small smile that makes her beam as she settles down for the night, deciding that she is far, far better off not thinking about just how close you and Cooper actually are.

"Cute kid," you remark as you finally trail into the room after Cooper, earning an amused scoff.

"Fuckin' annoying is what she is," he grouses, and it's your turn to laugh as you shrug off your pack and kneel, digging for your own bedroll.

"Considering that's what you called me when we first metㅡ"

"No, I called you an annoying bitch."

"Potayto, potahto." You tug the bedroll free and roll it out, blinking as Cooper settles himself over it with a groan and then a sigh. "Excuse me."

He peers up at you. "What now?"

"This is my bed." You snip, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "Up, Cooper."

"Nah." He folds his arms behind his head. "You like the vaultie so much, go cuddle up with her."

You stare. "Cooper Howard," you say, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous of the kid." He's silent, and you raise an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"No." The words is sharp, and he lifts his head to eye you. "Don't need to be jealous when I know what's mine," he rasps, "now quit bitchin' and c'mere."

You don't know what it says that you do so without fuss, settling yourself to straddle his hips as he sits up, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"There," you snip, adjusting to flick at the rim of his hat. "Better?"

He watches you with eyes as dark as an oil spill, and you don't miss the flick to your mouth and back up. "Gettin' there."

You snort. "You know," you murmur, tone dropping lower, "if you wanted to kiss me, all you gotta do is ask."

He smirks, the flash of his teeth. "Where's the fun in that, sugar? I like the chase. Besides," he lowers his tone, leans in further, "you're the one bitchin' when we can share this sad excuse for a bed. And the way I see it, you're gettin' the better deal anyways."

You roll your eyes, act like you're annoyed ㅡ but the way you don't tell him to shove it or get off of him speaks volumes enough.

Poetically, it starts raining just as you kiss him. The fingertip drum of it on the roof, sour-sweet smell of it that still reaches you because this isn't a real bedroom, just some shitty excuse for it. Doesn't matter, because this is far better than the kisses you've stolen over the last few days when you're absolutely certain Lucy isn't watching either of you.

Cooper seems to think so too for the way he deepens the kiss, cups your face as he nips at your lower lip and licks into your mouth when they part.

He squeezes at your hips, snakes his fingers back under your shirt, pinches and tugs and maps until you're squirming in his lap as he shoves your shirt off completely. He pulls, coaxes you into an arch that lets him mouth at your ribs, nip and sow sparks of pleasure in your veins as he leaves little patches of bruised pink skin in his wake.

He likes marking you, he realizes, the subtle claim without him having to say it. Mine.

He welcomes the grind of your hips against his, your body soft in all the ways that his isn't, filling in the cracks and rounding out all his sharp edges until he can't think of anything but getting his hands on you properly.

The pop of the button on your jeans is easy, the slip of his hand deliberate ㅡ you're louder this time, covered by the storm above as you whine and moan and buck into his hand and the sinful, clever work of his fingers.

And then just as you're about to crest that wave of pleasure, he stops. Smirks at the way you glare, taps your nose with his other hand. "You know you don't get nothin' for free around here, sugar."

He's teasing though, pushes you back to work his belt open, pants down ㅡ then dragging you back over him. Groans, tips his head back at the teasing glide of you before he's adjusting to line himself up and guiding you down.

The gasp he gets is music to his ears, nearly lost to the gutteral, hissed noise he makes himself at the tight, warm squeeze of you around his length. His eyes roll, and he bucks his hips up.

"C'mon sweet thing," he rasps, "don't make me do all the work. Ride for me."

The rhythm is stilted for the way he grips your hips anyways, reluctant to let you pull off of him too much ㅡ but it still feels good. Your breath matches the staccato movement, hands splayed on his chest for balance and head thrown back, looking for all the world like some sort of dedication to a long gone diety that he'd gladly worship to the end.

And he does still, reverence to the way he touches, kisses, bites ㅡ throbbing vitality in your veins calling to him, sweet siren song wrapped in those plush lips of yours. Soft skin squeezed under his fingers, forgiving for all the ways he can't be gentle, desperate as he is.

It's the throttled clamp of your warmth that says you're coming undone, gooey and wet and warm in all the right ways that has him clutching at you, cursing as his hips jerk and he fills you, mouthing at your pulse point as he does.

Heavy breathing sets the undertone of the roll of thunder outside crumbling walls, rapid beat of two hearts, and there's something dangerously soft, romantic in the way he lets you melt into him.

You drape over him, whisper soft kisses to his cheek, his jaw, his mouth until he kisses you back, slowly, selfishly, dangerously sweet.

"You," he tells you, "are absolutely no good for me." He slings an arm over your waist, softens the bite until it's nonexistent.

After all, what's one more vice?

ㅡ

In the morning, the four of you leave ㅡ there's a lot of ground to cover, after all. Lucy walks beside you, Dogmeat and Cooper just a few feet ahead.

"So," she begins conversationally, "what're those marks on your neck from?"

To your credit, you neither flinch nor blush, busy yourself with fussing with something at your hip. "Mosquitos."

Lucy hums. "That's funny, didn't realize mosquitos got so big. Best be careful then, huh?"

[datura-tea]

okey dokey! i just finished the fallout show! some Thoughts under the read more

tl:dr, the (bethesda) fallout vibes were definitely there. i liked it as a show on its own merits but as a part of the series canon... i'm mad, and that anger is kind of overriding the little i liked about it. overall maybe 2.5/5 stars and im being generous

things i liked:

visually, it's stunning - i could see scenes already being made into gifsets - the color grading is pretty good; even in dark scenes i could see and understand what was happening

the sets are soooo good!! costume design was alright too

title cards were fun and cute

they did some interesting stuff with the cultures of both vault 33 and the brotherhood of steel

they used the sound effects from the games :)

i liked the wastelanders!!! big npc and random encounter energy. i kind of want a whole show of just them. for example i love the marketplace and settlement in filly; it feels very lived in

the background characters weren't just young thin able-bodied conventionally attractive white people :) there's so many elders, which i loved!! ma june and barv were cool. i love gruff old lesbians

lucy!!! she was already kind of weird and a little off-putting even in vault 33 ("what's your sperm count" as an opener to the husband she was just arranged married to is WILD) and i like that. she's sweet and bullheaded and surprisingly competent :)

maximus is kind of an ass, but is also a pathetic nerd and brotherhood dickrider who actually doesn't really know anything. kind of a girlfailure

the ghoul was pretty cool too!! i liked him, though more for his prewar story than the one he has post-apocalypse

lucy's brother norman kinda grew on me. "i lack enthusiasm for every job that i do here" so relateable. also short king <3

THE DENTIST THAT BUYS TEETH. never thought that would be a Thing but now that i think about it, it makes sense

the monsters that we have were cool!! wish there had been more of them

MATT BERRY IS IN THIS!! i just really like him so i got excited :))

maximus and lucy's "wanna have sex?" talk LMAO

vault 4's various mutations!!

those giant unwieldy fuckass duffel bags that brotherhood squires lug around hahahhahahaaha

vault 4 and its genetic experiments because its main conceit is that it was ruled by scientists who hybridized humans. it's exactly the right amount of fucked up i want in a vault

i like that the protagonists regularly get captured and eat shit

FRED ARMISEN IS ALSO HERE

haha hacking minigame :) also chatting via terminals (and im assuming pipboys?) is canon now

they're growing crops in the wasteland + bustling trade + livestock + pets yay

robobrain was cute

things i was just ok with:

dane, the they/them brotherhood of steel aspirant who was fucked over so maximus can get their spot as a squire LMAO what a waste of a potentially cool character

IT'S SO FUNNY that there's yodelling whenever the ghoul comes into the scene ????? WHY

fight scenes.... pretty good but someone definitely had the bloody mess perk (i don't do well with gore so ew yucky). also lots of [VATS NOISE]

pipboy was not used as much as i thought it would be

cousin stuff... i get it, i guess in a vault you'd have a lot of cousins and not a lot of choice, so some incest would probably happen

the ghoul being vault boy's inspiration?? not sure what to feel about that tbh

the casual dismemberments... and equally casual attaching of limbs... not even prosthetic limbs.....

the vaulties eating good healthy well-balanced meals. giving out caviar in the welcome basket. kinda 50/50 on it

the vault 31 - 32 - 33 subplot couldve been more fucked up

have brotherhood knights always been celibate or did i miss the memo

there are regular chickens and... deer? for some reason?

the ghoul's design. it's fine in action but mostly it's meh

the vault 4 cult for moldaver

vault 4 as a refuge for shady sands survivors. im mad about it but like. i get it

that guys "elixir" (some altered jet??) fixing everything about thaddeus' foot instantenously AND GIVING HIM HEALING POWERS???

things i did not like:

lucy's plot premise is very much fallout 3 redux

lucy and maximus as a ship is very meh and kind of forced and not compelling. go give us nothing!!!

wilzig's head as a macguffin that everyone is after... ehh kind of just okay as a plot device

also the ghoul randomly eating that other ghoul???

the squire who bullied maximus calls himself fat but he isn't fat?? not even chubby??? hello????? just got a soft face

water chip being fucked feels very fallout 3 also but they kind of dropped it?

they definitely named cooper howard after todd. as tribute probably, which he doesn't deserve

fiend = cannibal now?????

maximus recognizing vault 4 as a cult but not recognizing the brotherhood as one lol

vault tec evil capitalism vs hollywood communists storyline was kind of basic. and bland. and weak

the enclave could've been established + explored better

no geckos or any other west coast-specific monsters

showing me ncr ranger armor when the ncr is gone

ghouls have healing powers?? WITHOUT RADIATION??

things i hated hated hated:

the ghoul needing drugs to combat the Disease That Turns Ghouls Feral

feral ghouls being basically zombies :/

IN EPISODE FIVE. THEY REVEAL. THAT SHADY SANDS. WAS BOMBED. THE ENTIRE NCR. WAS BOMBED. IN 2277. THE YEAR OF THE FIRST BATTLE OF HOOVER DAM

BASICALLY RETCONNED FNV?? IM PUTTING MY EARS IN MY FINGERS AND GOING LA LA LAAAAA

VAULT-TEC DROPPED THE BOMBS ???? BIG MT + MR HOUSE BEING IN ON IT????

THE BIG STUPID FUCKING REVEAL IN EPISODE EIGHT?? THAT THE OVERSEER BOMBED SHADY SANDS BECAUSE HIS WIFE DIDN'T WANT TO GO HOME WITH HIM??? FUCK THAT???

the brotherhood being the main faction of the west coast now. booo!! booo!!!!

the fucking last shot of new vegas being a burnt out husk. probably foreshadowing that hank is going to house's body but. UGH I HATE IT

to summarize: it came out strong! and stumbled hard falling face fucking first at the finish line. i would have liked it a lot more if it did not shit on the west coast as much as it did. because what the FUCK. if it was set literally anywhere else and left the ncr alone i would have liked it more, because on its own, as a self-contained story, divorced from the rest of the fallout series canon, it's not bad!!! it's fun, there's some good bits, it has the ~vibes~ but - and this is a big but - i don't know what it's trying to say. it's all very surface level and the very vague themes i picked up on are not really reiterated in the plot

it's like... the bits that make it fallout are there. vaults. the brotherhood. ghouls. a dog named dogmeat. but there's something lacking. it's like your usual sci-fi post-apocalypse show with a fallout veneer. idk. i like it for what it is but also i hate it for what it's emblematic of. that's all

[cantstoptheimagines]

Vodka’s Promise (JJ Maybank | Outer Banks)

Part Two

Summary — After a wild night at the Boneyard, you wake up in JJ’s bed.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Mentions of sexual activity but no actual smut; mentions of alcohol and drug use; cursing; hangovers; drunken love confessions; you will get secondhand embarrassment from the Reader and JJ being drunk (you’re welcome); friends to lovers; JJ being a clingy motherfucker (I can’t describe cuddling very well so just imagine some, like, aggressive, Pinterest aesthetic spooning or something, lmao); JJ’s dad isn’t here because our boy deserves some happiness; Reader is a pogue.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,215. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ This is inspired by certain lyrics in Lucy Spraggan’s song, “Last Night (Beer Fear)”.

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You groaned at the feeling of sunlight streaming through the open curtains of a window. The humid air made your skin feel warmer than usual. Not to mention, the pounding headache that was slowly making itself known.

You groaned, turning your head in order to shove your face into your pillow. Whatever happened at the Boneyard was not worth this kind of hangover.

You rubbed at your tired eyes and got up to take a much-needed shower. Or you tried to, at least.

You furrowed your eyebrows upon realizing your inability to move. Properly opening your eyes for the first time allowed you to understand why.

Maybe being in someone else’s room should’ve scared you, but it didn’t. Whose room it was definitely did though. Your eyes trailed over the familiar posters on the walls, the messy pile of clothes that were shoved into a corner, and the front yard that was visible through the room’s only window.

A quiet groan echoed in your ear, bringing your attention to the arms that were tightly wrapped around you. Another round of realizations began to overwhelm your mind.

The first one being the fact that, aside from the oversized shirt you had on, you were completely nude. The rest of your clothes were strewn about the floor.

One of the arms around you had taken refuge beneath your shirt, a hand resting comfortably on one of your breasts. The other was shoved beneath the pillow you had been using.

A body, one hundred percent bare, was pressed against you. The person’s chest was flush against the fabric of your shirt, which was probably why you were burning up.

A pair of legs had entangled themselves with your own. Soft, quiet snores filled your ears, barely muffled by the person’s face being tucked into your neck, hiding beneath a mop of blond hair.

What really made your mind piece together the events of the party from the previous night, however, was not only the anatomy pressed against your backside, but also the feeling of wetness between your thighs.

But the final nail in the coffin was an all-too-familiar red and grey hat. It sat on a nightstand, directly next to the bed. You had seen it nearly every day since you became friends with the other pogues. And it, much like the bedroom you were currently in, could only belong to one person.

Another rough groan resonated in your ear. The arms around you took a moment to wake up with some small stretches. The one hiding under the pillow decided to shift lower, wrapping around the front of your chest in a firm hold. That hand landed on your upper arm, nearly fully encircling you before fingertips began gently stroking your skin. The other, which was still tucked within your shirt, pulled your body even closer to the person’s chest.

Their foot slowly caressed your ankles. Your limbs became entwined further than they already were, if such a thing were even possible.

You felt their nose glide against the skin of your neck and closed your eyes at the sensation. Their lips pressed against you in a series of slow, tender kisses.

They trailed from your neck to your jaw until they finally came to your cheek, where they repeatedly kissed the same spot again and again. After a moment, the person returned to their hiding spot, shielding their appearance against your shoulder.

“Morning.”

Shit.

If the familiar bedroom or hat on the bedside table didn’t give it away, that voice certainly did.

JJ continued to soothe the skin of your shoulder with his fingertips. He clearly knew you were awake, nudging himself closer in an attempt to gain a response.

In an instant, you were reminded of how naked the two of you were, quickly muttering as you opened your eyes and shuffled out of his arms, “Bathroom.”

JJ’s hold reluctantly disappeared. His hands extended after you, trying to continue tracing your skin for as long as possible, until you were too far out of reach. You could feel his tired eyes burning into you, watching as you quickly slid on a pair of underwear before collecting the rest of your clothes from the previous night and leaving his room.

As soon as you made it to the bathroom, you put on the sweatpants that were being wrinkled by the overly tight grip of your hands. Your bra quickly followed, even though you had to take off your shirt and put it on again.

After that, you placed your hands on the sink, head down as feelings of nausea and recognition began to sink in.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking stupid, I swear—!”

“Hey,” came a voice.

You turned to find the bathroom door cracked open. JJ stood in the hallway, unable to see you as he waited for a response, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “yeah, I guess.”

There was a pause. You could hear JJ shuffling awkwardly in the hallway before he asked, “Can I come in?”

You sighed, sliding to the floor and hiding your face against your knees, “It’s your house. Do whatever you want.”

He seemed to hesitate, unsure if you wanted him to leave or not. Finally, after a few seconds of painful silence, he stepped inside. Thankfully, in a fresh pair of shorts. You listened to the quiet sigh that escaped him at the sight of you.

He sat next to you on the cool tile, and he said, “I—uh—I don’t remember much from last night.”

“Me neither,” you said, finally lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Last thing I remember doing is taking a cup from John B. Never again.”

JJ chuckled quietly, “Yeah, he gave me the same thing. He has shitty taste.”

“You got that right,” you smiled.

“He did send me a video a few minutes ago though,” said JJ, removing his phone from his pocket. “Apparently, you and I decided to take his phone last night.”

“Shit!” you laughed, covering your face as warmth crept beneath your skin. “I don’t even wanna know!”

JJ grinned at you, unlocking his phone and opening his messages from John B. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders as you moved closer, allowing you to press yourself against his ribs, which you weren’t going to address any time soon. He tapped on the video and the audio began to fill the room.

There you stood, in perfect view of the camera on John B’s phone, in all your drunken glory. JJ was obviously the one behind the camera, filming as you laughed after spilling some of John B’s terrible alcohol.

Suddenly, JJ became visible as well, changing to the front camera to capture both of you in the shot. The two of you were in endless fits of giggles. Your faces were flushed and your eyes were bloodshot. Loud music played in the background as JJ stood behind you, wrapping an arm around your chest with a grin.

“Tell ‘em what you just said!” he shouted, bringing the phone closer. You didn’t even get a chance to speak before he began shaking you as his voice grew louder, words slurring heavily, “Tell ‘em!”

“I asked him to marry me!” you exclaimed, leaning back against JJ’s chest. “I asked JJ to be my forever bitch!”

“Got on one knee and everything!” beamed JJ.

The phone shook for a moment as he nearly caused the two of you to trip by pushing himself even further against your back. His arm moved from it place around your chest, instead traveling to your waist. His hand quickly disappeared beneath the front of your shirt.

“You hear that, John B?!” he continued. “This rack is mine—!”

“Oh my—!” you shrieked, forcing JJ to pause the video. “I can’t watch this anymore!”

JJ leapt to his feet, following you back to his room. His loud laughter trailed behind you the entire way, “C’mon, I wanna see the rest!”

“JJ, no!” you said, combing through the blankets on his bed in an effort to find your phone. “That’s so fucking embarrassing!”

“Nope!” he exclaimed, shoving you onto the blankets and crawling on top of you. “We started it, so we’re finishing it!”

“Dude!” you grunted, trying to adjust yourself beneath his sudden weight. “If I finish the video, will you leave me alone?”

He grinned down at you, “Depends on what’s in the video.”

You groaned, “Fine.”

JJ’s grin only widened after hearing your response. He finally rolled away to take up the space next to you instead. He held the phone for both of you to see before unpausing the video.

After JJ had laid claim to your breasts, you had apparently decided to take the next step. In the video, you turned, grabbed his cheeks, and pulled him into a heated kiss. He went along with your actions, moving his arm from your chest to wrap around your hips before groping a handful of your backside.

“Need you, J,” you muttered, pushing your chest flush against his. “Want your babies—“

You interrupted the video again with a loud groan. JJ let out another boisterous laugh at the humiliated expression on your face. You hid your face against his skin, and muttered, “I can’t believe I said that—“

“Shut up!” demanded JJ. “This is gold!”

It didn’t take long for him to eat his words. Through the phone, his drunken voice asked, “Gonna be my bad girl tonight?”

It was your turn to laugh as a wave of red covered JJ’s cheeks and spread to his ears, “We suck at sexy talk.”

“We really do,” he chuckled. “We must’ve completely blacked out from whatever John B put in those cups.”

“Guess so.”

The two of you fell into silence, continuing to watch the video, occasionally laughing at the stupid things you said to one another. At the party, your exchanges of physical affection had carried on for quite some time apparently. Aside from the music in the background, it had turned into a quiet moment between... friends. Not-Friends? You weren’t entirely sure anymore.

“I love you, J—”

Your eyes widened as the video abruptly cut off. The last frame was of JJ opening his mouth to reply. What he may or may not have said, you weren’t sure. And you were far too embarrassed to say anything.

“I hope I said it back.”

You blinked in surprise, taking a moment to fully comprehend what he had just told you. He set his phone aside, quietly waiting for you to continue the conversation. His arm wrapped around you and his fingertips reached down to trace patterns against your hip.

He shuddered when you followed suit, placing your hand against his bare stomach, given that he had abstained from putting on a shirt. Chills rose on his skin when your fingertips danced over his ribs. It nearly brought a smile to your lips when his free hand moved to rest on top of yours. He pressed it flat against his bellybutton, muttering something about being ticklish before closing his eyes.

“J?”

“Yeah?”

You felt like an idiot, but you asked him the question that had been burning through your mind since you woke up, “Do you think we just took our clothes off? Or did we actually have sex?”

“Oh!” he laughed, opening his eyes to look at you with an amused smile. “We definitely had sex, no question. Terrible as our dirty talk might’ve been.”

“John B’s never gonna let us live this down,” you groaned. “None of the pogues are.”

JJ huffed, entertained by your concern over your friends’ reactions, “Maybe that’s why we ended up at my place instead of the Château.”

“They’re probably talking about us right now,” you whispered, watching as JJ intertwined your fingers with his. “Making fun of us and everything.”

JJ let out a sigh. His hand that he was using to caress your hip came to a stop. Instead, his fingers dug into your flesh. Seemingly gathering up courage, he quietly asked, “Do you regret it?”

He could’ve let out a sigh of relief when you quietly said, “No. Not if it was you. I trust you, J.”

“Good,” he muttered. “So, is this gonna change what we’ve got goin’ on? Like, we’re still friends, right?”

“Do friends have sex?”

Another pause.

“You got me there.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes with a grin. JJ smiled widely at you. Gently brushing your skin, he sank his fingers into the hem of your sweatpants, eager to feel you again. Hand pressed flat against your spine, he ran his thumb back and forth against you.

Another bout of silence filled the room. With JJ’s soft touch slowly lulling you back to sleep, you closed your eyes and pressed yourself snug into his side.

“I love you, J,” you whispered against his skin. “I really meant that.”

“John B’s keggers are good for something then,” he replied, head shifting to lean atop yours. “Love you too. I’m sayin’ it back this time before I lose the chance.”

“Is that a vodka’s promise?”

“It’s a JJ promise,” he huffed quietly, his words finally allowing the two of you to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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Happy Wednesday Fandom :) We got a trailer! Some bits in is for our couple not a ton but I am intrigued what S6 will bring. This episode has me grinning the entire time. Just fluffy cuteness the entire time and I was so here for it. Kid talks and amazing moments. Good one. This ep Is comedy gold.

5x17 The Enemy Within.

That theme I talked about last ep is how we start off. How adorable they are when they find each other at the station. Lucy speed walking to catch up to him. Tim with the biggest smile on his face. Like he didn’t just see her in roll call earlier. *heart clutch* Just happy to see his wifey at work. I love the effect this woman has on him. (Another theme in this ep). I just love S5 Tim in general. Happy and light seeing her come up to him. Making his day with her presence. Damnit I love them so much. Lucy starting off with him not hating her LMAO His smile dropping off asking what she’s done? Haha

Be more married you too my goodness. I do love how quickly they fall into step with each other as they speak. Seriously never had a couple with such good physical chemistry without even touching. The flirting here is amazing. We watch Tim not really be mad and fighting back a smile in the second gif. Once again the effect this woman has on him is incredible. She is beyond adorable with her retort of how he should reply. We all know Tim could never hate her. Angry, exasperated or annoyed. Yes ha But never hate.

We find out Lucy was playing the long game for getting back at Tim for something. Clearly before they were together since it was for a Tim Test few months back. He wants to know which one? She can't remember...It was bad enough to make her do this but not enough to remember which test. Oh Lucy. lol Angered her enough to do this then forget she'd done it ha Tim asks once again 'What did she do?' Lucy lets him know she signed him up to be a mentor... For make a dream.... Tim is exasperated af asking when she planned this? Lucy dreads the answer but tells him today….

Lucy goes on that a 12 year old cancer patient named Jordy is on his way. Tim walks away from her and I LOVE her grabbing his arm. Making him stay put. Tries to put a good spin on it. Saying he would be lifting up a sick kid. What could be more important than that? Tim commends her for her answer. Telling her nice job boxing him in. Except he’s not going to let her get away with this. Did she really expect him to do this solo? LOL Sassy Tim has arrived and is throwing back her own words at her. Lucy doesn't have a leg to stand on. Just concedes and joins him. Fantastic start to a hilarious episode for them.

Jordy arrives and Tim and Lucy couldn’t be cuter. The way they look at each other is precious. Also hello height difference I always welcome you to our screen. The way Lucy is looking at Tim while he talks to Jordy. Like she needed another reason to be in love with him. Getting glimpses into Tim as a dad. That instant ovary explosion. Don’t blame her one bit.

Tim couldn’t be cuter saying he heard he wants to be a cop. Jordy doesn’t seem as enthused as Tim and Lucy. Nonetheless Tim looks super cute saying they’re going to take him to processing. Lucy’s fully bodied shimmy is so adorable I cannot. She is very excited to play parents with Tim.

They’re in processing and Lucy is trying to get Jordy to engage. Tim isn’t short on sarcasm in this episode. I’m dying it’s so funny. Telling him to look miserable LMFAO. Lucy’s face. Chiding her husband a little bit. But also realizing how unhappy this kid is. Love her walking up to him and sharing her worries as well. Tim noting he looks like he hates them. Lol Lucy doesn’t disagree….Saying maybe he hates his picture being taken? Or he’s miserable cause he’s tired from being sick?

Tim says they should just move onto the next thing then. They turn around and Jordy is gone. Had this kid for all of 20 minutes and they lost him already LOL This episode is so great. Had me rolling the entire time. I remember seeing a hilarious post after this premiered. Celina dealing with her sisters murder, Angela/Harper/Grey dealing with Elijah. And Tim and Lucy keep losing the same kid LMAO They are the comedic relief in this one for sure.

Lucy is in a legit panic. It’s so funny. Saying she doesn’t know what she’s going to tell the foundation. Full on sarcasm saying she can’t wait to tell them they lost him. LOL Tim is so calm and chill. Saying they didn’t lose him... he’s just misplaced LMFAO. Oh my lord Timothy I’m crying I’m laughing so much. She is being the worried sick parent and he’s being the calm one.

I love them looking for Jordy whilst also talking about their future kids. Getting me all in my damn feels. Tim being so friggin chill about them finding him. Lucy saying when it’s ’OUR’ kids OUR. They’re so casual about it. I’m losing my damn mind. That when it is their kids he better take it seriously. Tim defending their future kids also making me feel things. Saying ‘Our’ kids would never pull a stunt like this.

Look at Lucy’s face when he makes that remark though. She is beaming watching him talk about their future kids. They’re trying to murder me in this ep and I’m very ok with it. I may need to go lie down but I’m ok haha Lucy gets caught up in the thought of them having kids. And is pulled back to the present with Tim’s sassy departure LOL Saying they’re doing great so far. Sarcasm king in this one and I love it so very much. Lucy's face when he leaves too funny.

They run into Aaron and he has Jordy. Lucy looks so relieved. She asks what they talked about? Aaron says he kept asking him what his childhood pet was. Lucy looking confused as hell asks why? We see this kid stumble and get nervous for first time. Saying it’s for a report…Tim's face smelling BS but he isn't sure why. They’re trying figure what to do next. Tim suggests the war room? He doesn’t seem excited…Lucy mentions K-9 unit. Ask if he likes dogs?

Tim is over this kid. Saying what kid doesn’t like dogs? (I mean he’s not wrong…) Lucy scolding him like only she can. Such a wifey scolding too it’s so funny. Tim makes the kid sit while they figure this out. Lucy says maybe the impound lot? This is where Uncle Tim comes in and I love it so much. Talking about his nephews and what they’re into right now. My heart. He seems very confused on what it actually is they like and it’s hysterical. Pop culture never been his strong suit and I love him for it. I'll be honest idk what ghosts on the toilet is either. LOL

Lucy is enjoying his explaining this stuff. Amused really. You can tell she’s cracking up as he goes on. Picturing him with his nephews and loving that mental image. They're so busy flirty they don’t see Jordy take off on them again. They turn around and he’s gone….They lost the kid again LMAO Back to being worried parents. They ask the most clueless guy in the building if he’s seen Jordy? Ha Of course he hasn’t…Nolan is lucky he knows what's going on in his own SL.

They’re in Sally Port looking for Jordy. Legit looking under shops. Don’t hate the shot of Tim in this scene. Hello booty shot. His phone starts going off and he groans as he comes back up and says it’s a Grey. Lucy voices her irrational fear about Grey knowing they lost him twice. I’m rolling. Why would he know that Lucy? LOL Tim’s face is everything to this comment of hers. Loves his panicked wife and her ridiculousness.

Lucy is legit pacing back and forth while Tim is on the phone. Grey is asking him to run an OP for him. The last thing Tim needs on his plate right now. It is sexy how he coordinates it and says he’ll fold in later. Mmm. Then asks Lucy if she’s enjoying her revenge for his Tim Test? Lucy says she isn’t... Does a cute little love tap on his arm and has him follow. I love it.

They find Jordy at a computer. Tim scares him and asks what the hell he’s doing? I love the in-sync head tilts. They see he is googling how to delete traffic tickets. Lucy goes off on a nerd rant about how those are processed in a different office. She catches herself and looks at Tim. He’s so used to her nerdy ways at this point doesn't phase him in the least.

Just backs what she’s saying. That even if he could do that here it’s a crime to do so. Poor kid folds. Says his dad told him to because they couldn’t afford the fines. Tim asks if he really has cancer? Lucy scolds him once again. I love this. He tells them yes that part is true. Lucy asks if he wants to be a cop? He says no they’re wack. Lmao The way the look at each other I cannot. The kid wanted a football game not this. HA

Tim mentions if he’s googling this no way he’s a a hacker. Asks how he gained access to the computer? Jordy hands him the sticky note. Tim is so damn incensed I’m dying. Lucy asking did Smitty really need a sticky note? He couldn’t just remember this? I love the way Tim snatches the note and takes off. He is so very done with this day and this kid. Smitty's incompetence being the icing on the cake of his day. This episode is comedy gold I love it sfm.

They bring Jordy’s father in. Telling him they could charge Jordy with a crime. That he had illegal access to a police computer. The dad starts to panic and says they can’t do that. He’s just a kid. He has cancer. Lucy says no one wants to charge Jordy. Him on the other hand… Mr. Yates starts to freak out more. Saying it was just couple tickets. Lucy mentions it’s 37....

Holy crap dude that’s a lot of tickets. That him using his son. A minor no less to help out makes it a felony. One that could send him to jail. The dad pleads with them. Saying his medical costs are crushing them. That if he doesn’t pay for the tickets he’ll lose his license and car. Saying he knows he messed up. He can’t go to jail his family needs him.

Then we hit one of my favorite portions of this episode. Their silent communication has always been a glorious wonder. It hits new heights in this scene. Because the minute he looks at his girl he knows what that look means. It’s why he answers with a ‘Lucy really?’ He goes from you can’t be serious. To how am I supposed to say no to that? Lucy doesn’t have to say a damn word.

That’s the beauty of their connection. Says everything she needs to in that puppy dog look. Man is whipped and we all love it. Her empathy shining through and getting to Tim in this moment. I said it couple times in this episode. The effect this woman has on him is immense. It was continuously through out this one. In the best way possible.

That man has zero defense against that look she gives him. Absolutely zero. Can you imagine a little version of Lucy doing this to him? If they end up having a daughter. She’s gonna have this man wrapped around her finger. Just like his wife does. God help him haha All Lucy had to do was give him that glance and he was in shambles. As we all know Tim would do anything for that woman standing next to him.

He came into this conversation ready to put that man in jail. But then the love of his life looks his way and it’s over. I’ll never be over how amazing their silent communication is. We are so lucky to have a couple this amazing without even saying a word. There’s that country song ‘You say it best. When you say nothing at all.’ If that ain’t them. Tim folds and says he’s not sending Mr. Yates to jail. I love how he looks at Lucy before he tells him that. Knowing she is the reason behind him is doing this.

It’s so good. Man is so soft for his girl and this scene is proof of that. Ugh I love it. Melissa’s and Eric crushing it per usual. Tim says he can go to Daddy and me Traffic school. There’s an arcade that Jordy will love it. As if Lucy needed another reason to love this man next to her. Mr. Yates asks how he can make it up to them? ‘Be a better father to your son’. Hot damn you tell him Tim.*fans self* Mmm. Yum. Got to be soft but still little authoritative at the end. I’ll take it.

We rejoin them in the station. Tim done with his OP for Grey. Lucy coming over mentioning his how Daddy and me traffic school sounds fun. Tim replying 'Yeah Jordy will get 5 dollars in tokens too.' Lucy letting him know it was a really nice gesture. I love her coming up to him and letting him know this. Making sure he knows what a wonderful thing he did for them. That it was so sweet. This scene makes me squee for so many reasons.

Tim letting her know he wanted to throw that guy in jail. You could tell when he entered that room he was ready to throw down. It wasn't sitting well with him Yates putting his son in a position like that. Lucy replying ‘But?’ Tim bestowing the best compliment he could on her. Touching on the theme of this episode I think. The fact she’s a good influence on him. I mean it exudes out of him now a days. She already was before they got together. Now it’s increased ten fold the effect Lucy has on him.

Lucy and her view of the world. A thing that used to drive him absolutely bonkers. So much so he tried to show her the underbelly of L.A. to dampen it. That same light and view has now rubbed off on this man. Soaking him in that sunshine she gives off. I can’t with how many feels this is giving me. And he’s telling her as such. He’s known for a long long time what a good influence she is. But he’s telling her in person. With heart eyes galore to boot. Such love and admiration on his face for her. *internally screaming*

Naturally he complimented her so she needs to do one right back. Telling him with just as much adoration and affection might I add. That he’s going to be a great dad someday. We know that’s true. Also we know Lucy is already picturing him as that great father to their kiddos. I just love how causally they talk about their future kids. It’s a thing that’s just an eventuality. The level of comfortability around the topic just shows us where they're at. How serious they both are.

Tim needing to tease her now that they’ve been soft. It’s so damn funny. Look at his pleased smile when he does it. Look at that man in the final gif. Could power a city with that smile. He so loves to tease her. Lucy is exasperated with him but still smiling regardless. She loves this infuriating man in front of her so much.

They couldn’t be happier or more adorable. It blows my mind still we get to have them together. Not only that but this level of ship goodness. Straight flirting, complimenting and teasing. They’re so in love I might pass out from all my feelings haha Such a good ep for them.

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Side notes-non Chenford

I do love Angela getting to be the one to take Elijah out. So fitting. Also that scene with Charlie and Wes holy hell.

Thank you to all you amazing readers. For all the likes, comments and reblogs. We only have 5 left episodes in this season. Unreal. Shall see you all in 5x18 :)

[givemea-dam-break]

a/n: part two for this request - "may i request a fem reader x anthony lockwood where reader is a super talented fittes agent who constantly trades barbs with lockwood but he soon realises she fancies him so he ends up teasing her during missions by doing small stuff like pulling her close and calling her babe when no one is around - since quite a few of you wanted one! if you want to find it on my masterlist, it's called Love, simply because I'm terrible at naming my fanfics lmao. i hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of death/suicide (very vague), language female reader taglist: @cassiopeiia24 @nessa-stark @galactidiot @randomfanficreader @tom-foolery-time

part 1

Loneliness. Terrible, suffocating loneliness. It's thick and cloying and it's getting harder to breathe. God, your throat is closing up and your lungs hurt, weighed down by this strong sense of isolation and abandonment. How are you meant to function when it's so powerful, so heartbreaking? It's overtaking your heart, filling your lungs, intoxicating your blood.

With a feeling like whiplash, you're torn from your vision, and your hand is tugged away from the tree branch and placed on someone's chest. You can feel someone's heartbeat, steady and reassuring, and your own slows. Breathing is a little easier now.

"You're okay, love. I'm here."

The voice shakes you out of your daze, and your eyes snap open, only to be met with the face of Anthony Lockwood.

The setting sun is working wonders on him. Gold and orange rays of light fight for dominance on those high cheekbones and the tip of his nose. His dark eyes swirl with hues of copper and caramel. His lips, turned down slightly with worry, hide the possibility of a bright smile as you look at him.

"Don't -"

"Call you that," he finishes. "Yes, I know. You realise that the more you tell me not to, the more I will."

You scowl at him, but you don't move. A month ago, you would've pulled out of his grip and away from him within a second but, now, you can't bring yourself to.

He knows this all too well, and he revels in it. More often now does he find some excuse to have you touch him. Oh, (name), pass me some salt bombs, won't you? Followed by a not-so-subtle brush of fingers. Do I have lavender in my hair? Get it out, please, the scent becomes too strong sometimes. And there's usually no way for you to get out of shaking it out of his hair because he often puts your hand there himself. Let me walk you home. Then he'll drape an arm over your shoulders, keeping you close or safe as he calls it.

Maybe you've bolstered this attitude of his because more often than not, you don't object. Yes, you'll call him an idiot or a twat or something more insulting, but you've come to welcome these touches, however fleeting they may or may not be.

So, now, with your fingers splayed over his white shirt, it's almost as if you can't bring yourself to move. It doesn't seem like Lockwood is particularly fussed about moving, either.

"What did you see?" he asks, eyeing you carefully. "Something seemed different."

Despite your team's displeasure about paired up so frequently with Lockwood and Co for certain cases by DEPRAC, you haven't been too bothered by it. You and Lockwood have begun working like a team, figuring out each other's tells and habits while still throwing insults and remarks back and forwards. He's become used to watching you use Touch to figure out where sources are, learning how your body reacts in accordance to different things.

You don't want to tell him that this particular vision fed into your own feelings, so instead you say, "It was just stronger than usual. We're close. Very close."

At last, his hand releases yours, and he places his hands on his hips, staring up at the towering tree before you. Members from both of your teams linger around the whole park, scouting out for any clues as to where the source is, seemingly with no luck. The reason for that is likely the pairings. Lucy and Kat and Ned, George and Bobby and Kipps. None of them are getting on particularly well.

"You think it's the branch itself?"

"I'm not sure." You flash your torchlight on the thick branch. "This guy, well, you know... His body was found here after days of just..."

"Hanging there."

"Thank you for that input. But yes. It would make sense. The rope had to be cut off because it was tied so tight. And the emotions were extremely strong, so it would be my best bet."

"Well, whatever you say, love."

You purse your lips. "You're insufferable."

"You love that about me."

Fighting down the urge to strangle him, you pull your silver net out of your belt. "I say we place the net over the branch, see if the ghost still appears. If it does, well, we're fucked, to put it simply. I'll be completely clueless. But, if it doesn't, then we can secure it in place overnight and get someone to remove the branch in the morning."

"Aye, aye, captain."

"Shut up."

Lockwood grins at you then, so bright and dazzling that for a moment you're frozen.

Maybe it affects you the way it does because it's something you've lacked for years. You can't remember the last time someone smiled at you with such joy before Lockwood, as if you've done something to deserve it.

Gently, he takes the silver net from your hands and swings out over the branch before stepping back and looking at it like he's just finished some incredible piece of art. You roll your eyes, glancing back at your teams again.

"I think Barnes pairs us up on purpose," you say. "He knows we don't all get on."

"We get on tremendously," Lockwood remarks. "We went from you insulting my clothes and face, and me making fun of your moods, to being the best of friends."

Frowning, you say, "I wouldn't say 'the best of friends'. I tolerate you, Lockwood. And your face and fashion haven't improved over this last month, I hope you know. I mean, come on, grey tie and pink socks? It's like you're taking inspiration from some raw salmon. Do I have to buy you some socks for your Christmas?"

He nudges your shoulder with his. "You hear yourself? You're on about getting me a Christmas present!"

His fingers brush yours then, and you almost jump from the contact. His hand is warm against the back of yours, and your fingers twitch slightly with the urge to entwine with his, even if part of you is telling you not to do it.

With a jolt, you step away. "Let's wait for this ghost. I'll let the others know about the plan."

There's something in his eyes, an unfamiliar spark within their darkness, that sends heat to your cheeks and a flutter in your stomach. But you turn away, adamant that you won't fall for his charm or whatever this is. You won't. Maybe.

--

"Oh, I've been looking for that!"

You turn as you throw a bag of pasta into your shopping basket, stopping short when you see Lockwood standing on the opposite side of the aisle. He's dressed in his usual shirt-trousers-ridiculously-long-jacket get-up, grinning with a basket hooked over his arm. For a minute, you're confused about what he means, and then you realise which hoodie you're wearing. His grey one.

In your defence, you thought you had picked up your grey Fittes one and had been a little confused by the length of it on you, but now you realise that it is not yours at all but the one he gave you a month ago. The one you keep forgetting to give him.

"Oh, yes. Um, I'll get it back to you soon."

He laughs and says, "You've told me that for weeks now. You might as well keep it now, love."

You glance down at the hoodie, fingers fiddling with the old hem. "I'll get it back to you."

"Whatever you say."

His smile is blinding, and you find yourself smiling, too. It's only a little tug at the corner of your lips, but you can see the happiness in his eyes at the sight of it. It makes something in your chest feel warm and proud and loved.

Loved. The word sends sparks down your spine. When was the last time you felt like that?

"Well, I have to get going," Lockwood says, gesturing to his basket. "George is getting tetchy and we have almost no food left in the house. I'm worried I'll get home and the house will have been destroyed in his rage."

You snort. "Kipps is the same at the Fittes offices. I try and steer clear of him when he's in a mood. He's worse than me."

"Worse than you? Sorry, love, but that's hard to believe."

"Oh, be quiet." You give him a look, and humour glints in his eyes. "I was going to offer to give you warnings of when he's particularly irritated, but I won't, now. You can just suffer."

"You have to admit," he says, "that Kipps is awfully funny when he's mad. He goes red as a tomato."

"He does."

Lockwood's smile softens to something more private, and your heart skips a beat. You want to curse at yourself. It's been a month of spending more cases together, of him walking you home late at night or catching you unawares, and already you feel differently about him. Once, you saw him as nothing more but an arrogant boy whom you couldn't stand, whose very presence had you on edge. Although you enjoyed taking the mick out of him and riling him up, you wanted to keep your interactions to a minimum.

But now?

God, you're not sure what changed. Maybe it's the way he smiles at you like he's proud of you for everything you've done and gone through, and so endlessly happy with you for simply existing. Maybe it's the gentle touches of reassurance and how he has somehow come to know your tells of nervousness or apprehension. Maybe it's how he's come to know you so well, well enough to slip little snacks you like into your kitbag for you to find on later cases when it's just you and your Fittes team.

Even now, you can spot your favourite biscuits in his basket - biscuits you're aware nobody in his house likes.

"I'll see you around," Lockwood says with his enchanting smile.

It brings out a slightly bigger smile from you. "See you, Lockwood."

As he brushes past you, his fingers twitch as if to latch onto yours, and he says, "Call me Anthony from now on, love."

"All right," you murmur. "Anthony."

--

"I'm going to kill you one day."

Lockwood breathes a laugh, peering around the corner of the street. "Who would provide you such amazing entertainment if not for me?"

You draw your rapier. "Anyone. Quite literally anyone. You know, there's this thing called salt, and Kat puts it in Bobby's coffee when he's not looking sometimes. However, now is really not the time for that. Are those Rawbones still looking for us?"

"No."

"Oh, good."

"Well, not really. They've found us."

A horrible wail pierces your ears, one that Lockwood can't hear, and you flinch, glancing past him and to the ghosts that are leering at you. Rawbones, terrible variations of Wraiths, with no skin and bulging eyes. The sound of their teeth grinding sets the hairs on your arms on end., and the glare you send his way is scathing.

"I told you we should've just left!"

"Nonsense." Lockwood's rapier is moving fluidly in front of him, keeping the Visitors at bay. "You're the best agent I know besides myself. We can handle these."

Scowling, you throw a salt bomb at each of the two Rawbones. "Just because we can, doesn't mean we should. We've no way of finding a source!"

"Hey, think about it. If these guys kill us, then at least you won't have had to get your hands dirty killing me. Either way, we can dispatch them easily."

You glower at him and throw another salt bomb, watching the flakes disintegrate parts of the other-light and speckle the ground. "Who would even want to haunt a street with a greasy chippy and stinking public toilets?"

He grins as he looks back at you. "Maybe they were particularly fond of the chippy. Can't beat fish and chips on a Friday night. Are you a mushy peas or gravy kind of girl?"

"At the moment, neither!"

One of the Rawbones takes its chance with his peas-or-gravy distraction and launches towards Lockwood, but it never gets the chance. With all your force, you shove him out of the way, and you both slam into the wall. A harsh chill overtakes you, and you're dimly aware of a tingling pain in your arm, but you ignore it, throwing another salt bomb.

Lockwood takes up holding them back with his rapier, and it's then that you notice your jumper's sleeve steaming, a section of it burned away by ectoplasm. You hadn't been expecting to be out so late and for so long, so you didn't think to bring your thick jacket with you. Regretting your decision, you stare as the skin of your arm starts turning blue.

"Anthony?"

"Mm?" He doesn't look away from the ghosts.

"We - we have an issue."

"Do we? I think we're handling this quite well. My shoulder hurts from slamming into a brick wall, but -"

"Anthony!"

He glances back at you, his eyes immediately drawn to your burned and smoking sleeve, and the blue, swelling skin beneath. He pales momentarily, gritting his teeth, and something overtakes his expression. Anger. But not at you.

"Cover your ears and get back behind that bin over there."

"You can't be serious. It's surrounded by mouldy bananas and -"

"Go!"

The urgency in his voice has you moving before you even realise it. Ducked behind the big bin a few feet away, you peer around it and try to block out the horrible smell. Lockwood is still holding off the pair of Rawbones, but he's holding something in his free hand. It's only when he's running over to you to take cover that it was a magnesium flare.

An explosion shakes the ground, and although you had covered your ears, they still ring loudly. You can't hear what Lockwood is saying, but he drags you away by your good arm and down the street in the opposite direction from the ghosts. They're not gone permanently, but the flare has given you enough time to make your escape.

It's only when you're a few streets away that you both stop to catch your breaths beside an old phone box. You're struggling, feeling as though you're trying to breathe through a single straw, and your skin feels weird. Overly aware of the inner workings beneath it.

"Anthony," you repeat, but your voice isn't as strong.

Your legs are shaking, and you can't feel your arm anymore. You can faintly hear him speaking in the phone box, asking for an ambulance, and then he's in front of you, catching you as you stumble against a shop wall and to your knees. He tears the sleeve off your jumper, preventing any more ectoplasm from getting on your arm. Not that it would make a difference. It's already getting worse.

"You'll be all right, love," he promises, holding you close to his chest as you shiver. "An ambulance is coming. They'll be here soon."

You don't have the energy to speak, but you manage a small nod.

"They'll give you an adrenaline shot, and you'll be fine. You can get right back to insulting me."

His shirt is warm beneath your hand as you grip it weakly. It's a strange sensation feeling your organs slowly stop working. Already, your pulse sounds weaker in your ears.

"Hey, stay with me."

Your eyes find his and, for a moment, everything's all right. They're warm and soft and so, so comforting, and he's giving you that private smile he's taken to sharing with you. His cheeks are rosy, and salt is dusted in his hair like snow. Your lips tug in a meagre attempt at a smile.

"You're an asshat," you manage. "We should've gone the way I said."

He breathes a laugh. "Yeah, we should've."

His hand brushes hair from your eyes, lingering on your cheek for a moment, and you lean into the touch, relishing in the feeling of his pulse against your skin. If you don't think too hard, you can pretend it's yours and that your organs aren't on shutdown.

"Hey, look," Lockwood says gently. "See the lights, love? Ambulance is here to help you. You'll get that adrenaline and you'll be fine."

And you know you will be. His voice is so genuine that you know he's not just saying it to ease your mind. You've seen agents and civilians with ghost-touch, seen their skin turn blue and swell and their lives slowly drain away when the ambulances took too long to reach them. But you'll be okay. As long as Lockwood stays with you.

--

Giving Anthony Lockwood your address was the best idea you've ever had.

He knows where you hide your spare key outside of your flat, so he lets himself in as you lounge on your sofa, watching the news on your old TV. For now, you're out of action, your arm still taking time to recover from ghost-touch, though you're all right in most other senses.

Your arm aches still and has taken to staying a faint shade of blue, and sometimes you have the unshakeable fear that you've not been cured of the ghost-touch, but you always come out of it fine.

The one benefit of being on sick leave is that Lockwood stops by every single day without fail with a coffee from your favourite café, along with a fresh packet of your favourite biscuits and a newspaper. You're not big on reading the newspapers, but you figure he brings them simply because his face is appearing in them more and more, and he wants to show off.

"Oh, you're an angel," you murmur as you take the coffee from his hands, taking a long sip of it and sighing contentedly.

He beams at you, scattering the biscuits onto a plate. He does that so you can gradually eat them over the day without having to struggle to pick them out of the packet, but you're sure he knows that you scoff them all the minute he leaves. As soon as you're back out of your flat and working, you're going to have to get back to your morning runs. Maybe the runs can be you running to the shop to buy more...

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he says, bringing the plate over and setting it on your coffee table. "I'll pretend you've said it because you adore me so and not because I've turned into your slave."

You smile sweetly over the lid of your cup. "You don't have to get me stuff. I've told you this. It's your fault for being a stubborn ass."

He laughs, sitting at the end of the sofa, just beside where your feet are curled up. "And there's the name-calling. Glad to know you're getting better, love. Besides, if I can make life a little easier for you, I may as well. Now you owe me."

"So it's not out of the kindness of your heart, then?" You roll your eyes, taking another sip of coffee. "And I thought we were friends."

Raising an eyebrow, he says, "Just friends?"

For a second, something in your chest constricts and you can't look at him. "I mean, if you really want to say best friends, you can go for it, but I'm not really in the business of -"

"Just shut up and admit you like me already, love. It's agonising watching this play out."

You freeze, mouth slightly opened and eyes wide. Lockwood looks at you with a smug expression, eyes glittering with something - mischief, glee. Swallowing the lump in your throat and closing your mouth, you look away from those dark eyes of his.

Growing up how you did, it's always been hard for you to discern your feelings beyond irritation and anger. The more time you spent with Lockwood, the more things you felt and the more confusing everything became. Finally, you had a friend, someone you could laugh with and explore a part of you that you've never been permitted to. You've found out that you like things you never thought you would, like walking home in the dark, pulled close to someone's side. Shopping with the hopes of seeing the people you know and care for. Reading. Feeling someone's arms around you. Being smiled at in a way that makes you feel warm and mushy inside.

Lockwood has been the one to start the change, to awaken these feelings inside of you. Before him, you were lonely. Horribly so, and your anger was a way for you to mask that. But ever since your time spent together, one particular feeling has always stood out, and you've never been able to understand it.

Love.

You're not really sure what love is, but you know you feel it when he's around. When he grins at you in that special way of his, or when he plays with your fingers on long walks home, trying to figure out what each line and crease means as if he's a palm reader. When he keeps you close to his side and steps in front of you, shielding you from ghosts even though you're more than capable of taking care of yourself.

Love might be the feeling of happiness in your chest when you look at him. It might be the flutter you get in your tummy when his name is spoken, or his skin touches yours.

"I..." You struggle with the words.

But he understands. You know with the way the corners of his lips twitch and his nose crinkles that he understands. You've never been good at communicating verbally, something he's begun to learn.

"I've known for a while," he says. "I'm irresistible, after all."

The humour helps ease the whirlwind in your mind. "You're insufferable."

He leans over, his fingers brushing yours before latching on. You've had this exact conversation before. "You love me for it."

You do. You really do.

So you don't move away when his face nears yours, watching as he slowly comes closer, closer, closer. His eyes are so bright, speckled with so many shades of bronze and copper and gold, and so happy.

No, you do move. You lean forward, and all of a sudden your lips are on his and his hands are pulling your face impossibly closer and you're clutching onto him with your good hand. And you're spiralling, down and down into this feeling people call love, falling onto it like a soft bed you've never had the privilege to sleep in before. There's an ever-so-faint taste of bitter tea on his lips, which are so soft it shouldn't be real.

But it is. It's so, so real, and you're kissing him. He's kissing you. The world melts away. You feel like you're exploding in bursts of colour and flowers and stars until you're nothing more than the air that surrounds you.

And when he pulls away, you smile wider than you ever have before.

[attic-club-sandwich]

hii! it’s me again, i loved the last simeon fix you made, your writing is so good! if it’s okay with you i wanted to ask how do you think the brothers would comfort a gn mc that has anxiety often? more like, physical anxiety like heart palpitations than emotional. thanks again for the last fic you made!!

Ahh hello! I'm so glad that you liked the Simeon fic!! I honestly loved writing it, he's so soft and gentle I was so glad someone requested him for the series 💞 So you are very welcome! lol

And Lucky for you I am the queen of anxiety and often think about this exact scenario lmao so to me, the brothers would be so supportive and understanding towards an MC who experiences the unfortunate physical (and emotional) symptoms of anxiety. Forgive me i went wild with this lol I based a lot of this off of my own experiences with anxiety and panic attacks. Also some techniques that i've either tried or heard work really well! I hope you like! Please feel free to send requests whenever you want! 💜

CW for general anxiety/depression, panic attacks, being sick (implied; very mild).

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @meiloorun-tea, @temnuk0

Lucifer:

Lucifer has kept a close eye on you from Day 1 of your stay in the Devildom.

Therefore, when you aren't acting like your usual self, he notices.

You had come home from RAD that day and immediately went to your room, not saying a word. You usually hang out in the living room with him and his brothers after school.

Lucifer shoos his worried brothers away and beelines to your room, giving your door a soft knock.

When he enters, you are sat on your bed, knees to chest with your head buried between.

"MC, are you alright?"

At the sound of his voice, your shoulders begin to shake, and your breathing becomes gradually heavier.

You glance up at him and shake your head, clearly unable to speak at the moment as your breathing speeds up at an alarming pace.

Lucifer is by your side instantly, rubbing small circles onto your back as your chest heaves.

"Shh, my dear. I'm right here with you. Concentrate on your breathing. Deep and slow."

He understands this is a panic attack, as he has experienced his own. He has also spent countless times talking his brothers through theirs.

He knows all too well the feeling of helplessness as the irrational fear takes over your body.

Unfortunately, this was not an uncommon thing for him.

You take in deep, shuddering breaths, tears rolling down your cheeks as you try to focus on his touch.

"Thats it, MC, just like that. You're doing well."

Finally, after a few moments, your breathing slows back down to normal.

He continues to sit with you, his hand never leaving your back as you come down from the adrenaline of the attack.

"S-Sorry Luci..." you sob, wiping away your tears.

He shakes his head, pulling you into his chest.

"You have no reason to apologize. Let's go to my room for awhile, shall we?"

Of course he spends the rest of the evening focused on you.

He brings you dinner, runs you a bath, and tucks you into bed.

Lucifer never leaves your side.

He wishes he could just tuck you into his wings and hide you away from everything that would mean to do you harm.

Mammon

As the 2nd oldest, he also is used to comforting his younger siblings.

When the two of you are out at an unusually busy night at the casino, you begin to feel overwhelmed.

He doesn't notice at first, but when you run off mumbling something about "needing the bathroom", he immediately chases after you.

"Yo, MC! Are ya ok?" he asks from outside the bathroom door.

He can hear you coughing and he no longer hesitates to burst through the door.

You are sat on the floor in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl and looking very pale and sweaty.

He runs to you, placing his hand on your back.

Only then does he feel how hard you are trembling.

"M-Mammon...go away..." you choke out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"No way in hell am I leavin' ya."

He helps you up, closing the toilet lid and plopping you down on top.

Your shoulders are heaving as you try to catch your breath.

He also notices how bad your hands are shaking as your fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt.

Shit, he thinks. They're havin' a panic attack?!

"s'okay, try to breathe, MC." he says, managing to keep his voice low and calm.

You nod, grasping hard at his hand.

He squeezes, his golden gaze focused intently on you.

"Keep breathin' and count to 5 with me, okay?"

You count together as you take slow, deep breaths in and out.

Eventually, your breathing begins to slow back down to normal.

When you can stand again, Mammon holds you steady and guides you out of the Casino.

"Let's go home for the night, the Great Mammon will take good care of ya."

Once you're home again, the exhaustion from the evening takes over and you find it hard to stay awake.

Thankfully, Mammon is there to help you into your pajamas and to get you settled into bed for the night.

He only leaves your side long enough to go grab you some snacks and water from the kitchen.

Mammon will always uphold his promise.

He is not leaving you anytime soon.

Leviathan:

If there's one thing you and Levi have in common, it's anxiety.

As you've grown closer, he has become very in tune with when you are feeling anxious.

He invited you to his room for a game night with everyone, but he immediately noticed something was off.

If he's being honest, he was barely concentrating on any of the games.

All he could focus on was you.

You lock eyes with him, and he can tell by the expression on your face and your body language that you are feeling overstimulated.

Which is understandable.

The sound of the brothers yelling overtop each other and the music from the game is usually enough to send him over the edge on a bad day.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from you.

"Levi, I think I need to step out for a minute."

He glances up to see you are already heading out the door.

Of course, he follows you. He needs to check up on his Henry.

He finds you outside his room, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall

"MC? Are you going to be okay?"

You shake your head as your lip begins to tremble.

He sits down next to you as you begin to cry.

You lean your head into his shoulder as your hands wrap tightly around his arm.

"Hey, MC it's going to be okay. Remember what I told you before?"

Your breathing is growing heavier, and your heart is pounding hard in your chest.

"Focus on the things you can see, smell, and feel."

You nod, attempting to fight through the fog in your brain to focus on something. Anything.

Levi watches as you use the grounding techniques he taught you.

He wraps one arm around your back, pulling you gently into him as you finally begin to calm down again.

"You did great, MC! I'm proud of you."

You give him a small smile as he kisses the top of your head.

"T-Thank you Levi. I love you."

He blushes as he buries his face into your hair.

"Let's just hang out here for awhile. I was getting pretty overwhelmed too. A-And I love you too by the way!"

Satan:

Sometimes Satan's mood has a habit of rubbing off on you.

When he's particularly annoyed about something (that something usually being Lucifer), you also find yourself growing irritable.

One day, as he is going off about something that Lucifer had said that morning, you can't take it anymore.

You can feel the anxiety building in your chest, tense and heavy.

"Satan, shut up!" you explode, digging your fingers into your hair in frustration.

The Avatar of Wrath is taken aback by your outburst.

"M-MC? I-I'm sorry, i didn't mean..."

"J-Just stop! I-I can't.... take it....anymore..."

You almost seem as if you can't catch your breath.

Then He finally realizes you are beginning to panic.

"Oh, MC..." he breathes, rushing over to your side.

The two of you had been in the HOL library, and the book you were reading slides off of your lap.

Your hands are trembling, and your face is hot with anger.

But you don't even know why you're angry.

All you can do is cry.

Satan has learned a lot from his brothers when it comes to this kind of thing.

"Let's focus together, MC. We both need to take deep breaths. Are you ready?"

You aren't ready. You're pissed off, and you want him to know it.

But you breathe with him anyways.

It surprises you every time how quickly the brain fog dissipates after your breathing exercises.

The sensation of Satan's hand rubbing your arm also helps a little.

"That's it, MC. You're going to be just fine."

You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the feeling of his fingers running up and down your skin.

"How about you listen to me read this book I'm currently reading? I think you'll like it."

You open one eye to look at him and he's grinning.

When Satan smiles, you can't stop yourself from smiling too.

Asmodeus

Asmo absolutely adores you.

Even the parts of you that you don't think should be adored.

You had a shopping spree planned at the Devildom Mall for the past week now, and today was finally the day.

The two of you had spent hours already going in and out of stores, and you had quite the haul to bring home.

However, by the end you were quite tired and it was getting busier and busier in the mall.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Asmo asks, noticing the shift in your normally bubbly disposition.

Your hands are beginning to shake as you exit the final store.

"I-I um, I-I think...I need to stop for a minute." You stutter, your mouth suddenly very dry.

Asmo guides you over to a bench to sit.

He notices your knee begins to bounce at a steady rate.

Your face is flushed.

And you definitely don't look like you're about to pass out.

"Woah, honey it's going to be okay! Just look at me."

You lock eyes with him, his concerned face looking back at you.

But he remains calm. He knows exactly what to do.

"That's it. Now let's take some deep breaths."

You inhale as you scan Asmo's face .

You exhale as you think about how pretty he is.

His charm doesn't work on you, yet he has such a calming presence and it's exactly what you need.

You take a few more breaths when you notice he's been holding your hands in his this whole time.

You feel bad thinking about how sweaty they are.

"Oh, MC, are you starting to feel better?"

You nod graciously, your eyes never leaving his.

You're afraid if you look away, you might start to panic again.

Asmo smiles at you as he helps you to your feet.

"Let's head home now, MC! I'm dying for a bath. Care to join me?"

Asmo runs you the warmest bath you can stand, and makes sure to add in his favorite lavender bath bomb to help soothe you.

He treats you like you're at his own personal spa.

Not only is he the Avatar of Lust, he's the king of self care.

Beelzebub

One thing about Beel is that he loves his family.

And you're part of his family now, so he feels it's important to protect you.

Even if it is your own head that you need protected from.

Beel is also one that's familiar with anxiety/panic attacks.

He's helped Belphie through them countless times since their fall into the Devildom.

So when he sees you with your head down in the RAD cafeteria, and food untouched, he's worried.

He heads your way and takes the seat next to you.

"MC, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

You nod, unable to lift your head to meet his gaze.

He notices how you are beginning to tremble; your shoulders shaking as the telltale sign that you're starting to cry.

His hand presses against your back, hoping he can somehow hold you together.

"MC... what happened?"

You finally glance up at him, tears running down your cheeks.

"I-I f-failed my stupid exam... L-Lucifer is g-gonna kill me..."

Beel's heart sinks.

Of course Lucifer wouldn't actually kill you.

And it's really not the end of the world to fail a test.

That's why there's make up exams.

But he knows you aren't thinking clearly right now.

And he can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"MC. What did you buy for lunch?"

You hiccup, looking up at him in confusion.

"T-This isn't about lunch, Beel."

He nods, continuing to rub your back.

"They have the spicy rainbow pizza today. Did you try it?"

You shake your head, glancing at your tray of untouched food.

Beel picks up the slice and offers you a bite.

The pizza of course is spicy. Really spicy.

You cough, taking a drink of the soda you had abandoned.

You turned to yell at Beel when you realized you were starting to feel better.

"Are you feeling better? I heard foods with strong flavors can help ease off an attack."

You nod, unsure if you want to laugh or continue crying.

Afterwards, Beel takes you home for the day.

He is another one that refuses to eave your side until you're feeling better.

You insist you aren't hungry, but he suggests cuddling in a Twin Sandwich later that night.

Of course you can't resist his offer.

Especially since he's already carrying you bridal style to his bedroom.

Belphegor

Belphie is usually the one being consoled rather than the one doing the consoling.

He feels awkward sometimes when it comes to comforting his brothers.

He doesn't think that he's good at it.

But when you first come to him with a problem, it feels different.

The two of you had fallen asleep together in the attic one night after dinner.

At one point, you began to toss and turn, small whimpers escaping your lips.

Your erratic movements manage to wake Belphie from his deep sleep.

"Mm..MC..? You okay?"

He's still half asleep as he rubs his eyes.

Your breathing is heavy as you roll towards him, unable to escape whatever plagues your dreams.

As soon as Belphie realizes you are having a nightmare, he's shaking your shoulders trying to wake you up.

"Hey MC, wake up now okay?"

You cry out as you finally come back to consciousness, the haunting images already fading away from your mind.

But you can't stop the panic that begins to overwhelm you.

You begin to cry as Belphie stares wide eyed, unsure of what he should do.

The only thing he can manage to do is wrap you up in his arms.

"I'm here, MC...it's okay. I'll keep you safe."

Your forehead is slick with sweat as you try to shake the violent feeling of doom from your shoulders.

"B-Belphie, p-please don't l-leave..."

The Avatar of Sloth squeezes you tighter as he strokes the back of your head

The sensation of his fingers running through your hair is comforting.

It gives you something to focus on and hold on to.

"Shh, angel. Deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere. Now take deep breaths with me."

You rest your head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he takes deep breaths in and out.

You follow his lead, taking a few moments to focus on your breathing.

Belphie is patient with you as you come down from your panic.

"If you're up for it, let's go take a walk in the garden and look at the stars together. We'll be sure to have good dreams afterwards."

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

But the feeling of the cool night air against your feverish skin and laying under the stars with Belphie is too good to pass up.

[teenagerebellion]

Hi again I just thought of some more rat grinders songs :)

Contractual by chase petra

Execution of all things by Rilo Kiley

Beady eyes on the horizon by jukebox the ghost

Good that won't come out by Rilo Kiley

hii!! welcome back LOL

i can’t even quote contractual here to show how good it is because ALL OF IT IS SO GOOD AND FITS SO WELL HOLY SHIT. this is all unwilling rat grinders but ESPECIALLY ruben to me. “or god-forbid they deem you the weakling and cut you from the cast you’ve been conducting” LUCY UGH and the guilt ruben feels over it!!!!!

the execution of all things - vibe immaculate. this one i Get but can’t put into words. it’s going on the playlist for sure but i’d love to hear ur thoughts for this one too :)

BEADY EYES ON THE HORIZON AAAHH!!! i love ur recommendations so much btw bc almost all of them are songs i’ve never heard before and they’re so good. this is another one where the whole song fits so so well & i can pick out individual lines that correspond to different characters!

And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my apartment / And like all his friends I’m growing tired of his games

this is jace about porter i think…

This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17 / One which God himself dictated to me, he said / “This is how all this shit’s gonna be when I blow your little planet into smithereens.”

well God is porter here for sure. and i think kipperlilly or maybe lucy? is singing… it’s So crazy how the ages just about match up too…

She sees faces in her dreams / Strange machines she’d never seen

ruben and fig’s dream terrorism LMAO

And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd / Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds

bobby dawn! and buddy. and everything with the church of sol/helio. anyway i’m obsessed with this one it’s so perfect. on the playlist it goes

the good that wont come out is another one where it’s so good and fits so well and i can’t! articulate! why! so i wanna hear from you on this one too :)

[nocteacakes]

Coriolanus has been looking for her ever since the games. Her scent is imprinted into his brain.

// snowbaird omegaverse 568 words

(prompt 'in a crowd' from snowbairdprompt on Twitter)

The Hob teems with people — other Omegas, other Alphas. Their scents clash with each other, and it overwhelms his Capitol nose; he isn’t used to so many Unclaimed people without suppressants. If he hadn’t thought it before, it’s blatantly apparent that he lives in a District now. Even so, he picks out her scent in the stuffy warehouse, and it gives him hope. In a crowd, in the zoo, in the arena — he knows that scent and he can — he will — find her anywhere.

When he sees her, it’s like a punch to the gut and a smack upside the head at the same time. They lock eyes and everything else falls away. She’s his — his songbird, his girl, his Omega to claim. Nothing else matters.

— Ω —

She likes swimming and he gets in because the water is cool. In the lake it's just him and her, and the water dulls all other scents so he can pretend there's no one else for miles. He can imagine it’s just them, that he's finally alone with His Girl, His Omega.

She kisses him in the middle of the lake with the hot summer breeze rifling his hair, and it feels like he's drowning in her. If this is how he goes, he will welcome death with open arms. Just not yet, not before he gets his fill of her. He’s ravenous for her; he can't get enough. He wants to consume her whole, carve out a place for himself in her and leave his mark on her forever. She's here, and she's real, and he can feel her bones underneath his hands, soft skin kissed by sun and now him. He follows a trail of water down her neck with his tongue.

Eventually, they climb out of the lake. She’s releasing pheromones in waves, so intense they nearly bowl him over. Suddenly, it feels too open, too exposed. He can't protect her like when they were in the water. He can’t know all the threats around her like in the Capitol.

The cabin door creaks on its hinges, and Coryo questions the stability of the one-room shack. As quickly as the thought comes, it leaves. He can't focus on that just right now. He can't focus on anything but gorgeous, lovely, enticing Lucy Gray, standing before him in a towel and her swimsuit, dark curls dripping lake water and big beautiful eyes full of trust for him. Her smell pervades the small space and Coryo can't hold himself back anymore. He reaches for her, and she reaches for him like she knows; she yearns for what's coming just as much as he does. Their kiss is an explosion; it rattles him to his core like that fateful day in the arena. She arches up into him, arms tight around his neck, and he pulls her to him, wet skin to wet skin and the curve of her delicate neck beneath his mouth. He sucks at her glands and she shudders along her whole body. He sucks harder, squeezes her side — a soft moan and she's limp against him, a pliable Omega for his taking.

"Coryo Coryo please please please." She whispers his name like a prayer — claim her and deliver her from her nightmares.

He does.

—— A/N: I'm still somehow fucking stuck on present tense and let me tell you, it's driving me BATSHIT. The backstory to this one is actually more crazy because I was thinking about muzzled Alphas lmao and Coryo being muzzled when he's in public. Maybe I'll turn this into a longer one-shot on AO3 because I kinda feel bad that I stopped before the fucking lol

[rius-cave]

These are a series of song recommendations from @stalker-among-the-stars! I'm putting them all in post for convenience :)

Okay, so the first song is Nightmare, and this one really fits Adam first waking up after being reborn in hell. I'm initially drawn to it being Lucifer saying this to him, but it could be someone else. What do you think?

Okay, yeah, what the fuck, this is perfect for a recently fallen Adam LMAOOOO It fits like a glove. Also?? It also perfectly fits for prison AU HAHA, which I mean, Adam landing in prison is supposed to be a parallel to him falling to Hell, so I guess that would make sense lol

The second one is actually the very next song on the Nightmare album, Welcome To The Family. This one, I like to picture, is a conversation between Sinner Adam and a random Imp that for some reason feels sympathy for the fallen angel.

Ha! You know what? I could actually kind of see this being Angel and Adam, because of course I love the idea of their friendship lol, especially if Angel is like, sarcastically telling him "welcome to the family". Also with the lines "I see you're a king who's been dethroned. Cast out in a world you've never know. Stand down, place your weapon by your side" is like he's telling him to just accept his fate and stop fighting it.

Next, also from the same album, Buried Alive, which I feel works as a back-and-forth between Adam and Alastor.

Hmmm, I can definitely see what you mean from Adam's side, I'm not so sure about Alastor. It kinda feels like it could be a conversation with Lucifer too tbh. I guess it depends on which parts exactly read as Alastor to you.

Up next is God Hates Us, which feels like angsty, angry Adamsapple music. (Btw, I would like your opinion on how each of these feel to you, like if you feel they fit something else, or something)

Hmm, I have to admit I'm having a hard time seeing it for this one, mostly because I feel like it's saying a lot of words but not really... saying anything, if you get what I mean? Lmao. It does sound very angry that's for sure.

Tonight The World Dies is a more melancholy, resigned song that I also feel fits AdamsApple, specifically from Adam's perspective after living as a sinner for a while.

You know what? I'd actually challenge that this strikes me more as a Lucifer song. This melancholy and the whole "Find me on my better days. To lose it once again" sounds like Lucifer after Lilith left him. Maaaaybe Adam could be there as well, but just as a Luci song it's good enough.

Beast And The Harlot just feels like a song Sinner Adam would jam to tbh, especially with its religious connotations

Ooooohh okay, ooookay, lmao. Is it bad that this one feels like Adam @ Lilith?? LMAO A very salty Adam complaining about how manipulative and "evil" Lilith is haha.

Bat Country also feels like something Adam would jam out to.

Okay this might be weird but... This song kinda reminded me of Husk?? I can't quite explain why, but it gave me a sense of Husk talking to Angel kinda thing.

Doing Time is one I see Adam and Angel Dust, and maybe even Cherri Bomb singing together.

OOOOHHHH Specially with Angel Dust I can definitely see it! The bit about having a pretty little body to grind lol yeah that's him

Imagine a scenario where Adam becomes completely obsessed with and devoted to Lucifer. Now listen to this song.

Man, this is... this is definitely one of those songs worshipping the Devil huh? AU where Adam becomes a satanist LMAO

That was very wild! Thanks for all the recs! I wonder if Adam would like this kind of metal music? He probably would lol The first song was probably the one I could get the most, it really was just perfect, that and the added bonus that it also works for my prison AU ksdfjdgdf

[salon-maiden-anabel]

the more i think about your mom lucy hc, the more i really adore it. if you don't mind me asking questions about it, what's her general dynamic with kieran & carmine? is she a single mom? how does dahlia fit into the picture?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO MY BRAINS BEEN. TRYING . the thoughts are disconnected but by god there are thoughts everything below the readmore

But! Hi hello welcome to Oh lord this family needs therapy and counselling . ! Honestly I have been going into everything with the idea of her being a single mom w/ them! It;s very much a situation of like.... Parent that works away from home constantly, so the relationship is just unfortunately naturally more strained kinda thing .

With all this i go with like.... The idea that they were very much born in Hoenn and lived there with Lucy until Carmine was approximately 9 or so, and Kieran was 7 [I do like to imagine they're 16 and 14 respectively as of the dlcs]. Work being so remote and stuff plus worrying about their education and all just led to living with their grandparents in Kitakami being the best decision for their development as yknow, People. I like to imagine Lucy visits periodically throughout the year and such to check in :> just takes a bit of coordinating. Also shes absolutely the reason they're able to go to blueberry for highschool via both making sure they Can go there financially and putting a word in to a battle focused school of them being kids of a facility head :p even if realistically Lucy isnt the strongest head by any means lol . it's kinda like if an E4 member put a good word in situation. And we can see with Lacey and Drayton both going there... gestures. I wouldnt be surprised if more children of different league figures go to it or schools LIKE it. But thats besides the point Lucy absolutely like, struggles with her emotions and such. Even from the small bits of dialogue we have from her? Maybe its just my autistic ass reading too much into it LMAO but . gestures .

i feel like if this werent a kids game she'd just tell you to fuck off to your face here

sorry just more quick looking too much into dialogue but. cmon. CMON. ...She's . definitely influenced how carmine and kieran act at least somewhat .

Carmine might be the easiest to point a finger to as being like her mom but i genuinely think that it;s actually Kieran who ended up the most Like her, yknow it;s incredibly obvious to point a finger at Kieran during indigo disk and how he talks as being her fault a little bit :p anyways thats just me vaguely mumbling abt that. AS FOR. DYNAMICS. Kieran isnt as close to his mom as Carmine is just due to everything with living with their grandparents. Theres also absolutely like.... Very much a gap because he stopped seeing her as much when he was younger, while Carmine was only a year off of being like. Legally start being a pokemon trainer age. And its just Awkward, relation wise, just because of how little she actually sees them through the years, especially when the discussion would slowly shift to more "How are your studies?" "How are you doing in school?" "How is your pokemon training going?" once they start going to blueberry. Which i don't think was ment to come off as uncaring for them and only focusing on training as it did from Lucy's end, but I dont really think she knew what else to ask and all, because she stopped being able to really pick up on their interests as much as they got older. Plus thats just kinda How she talks... With the importance on strength and luck n all that. Then with all this I imagine she like. Probably only called once maybe twice between the dlc plots n all? And once again with just mainly the training questions it was just a sour spot. I wouldn't doubt Kieran would also struggle with not wanting to be in a shadow/the nepo baby accusations /j that I fully think if Drayton knows about he'd tease him and Carmine about. So like. All that with the instilled importance of ones strength :sob: Lucy you were not helping the Kieran situation. Hell I don't really think she would of even known about anything going down between Kitakami to Blueberry with Kieran just because neither of them wanted to tell her at all? Because again just that Awkward connection between them, just the permanent fog on all communication that feels like someone said something wrong at all times and it got too awkward to finish. IDK I think im waffling on I don't know how to formulate my thoughts the best LMFAO BUT I THINK... DYNAMICS WOULD CHANGE POST-MOCHI MAYHEM ESP. Bc i KNOW she'd find out after carmine and kieran nearly fucking DIE in the underdepths and everything hits her in the back of her head at once that she needs to repair what she can w/ them because she almost lost them. Probably means taking an extended leave from working at the Pike so she doesn't have to worry about scheduling to see them in person for only a short period of time. Especially if the times line up for them having any extended break from school . It's never going to be perfect, far from it, with their dynamics and all but. gestures. Briar needs to sleep with one eye open for a bit at least. in short

AS FOR. DAHLIA im in turbo hell because I can not see? the siblings ending up like they did if she was also around? Shes such a force of positivity as a person im just. blinks a bit. Im in hell bc i adore the ship as my big rarepair ill die on a hill for but nobody expected the kitakami siblings especially not me so . i think if they ever do get together it'd be somewhere nearer to scarvio era which just. yeah. see image below

[runningfrom2am]

extremely late chapter 14 thoughts:

1. sejanus as much as i love you- maybe not throw yourself inside the house when coryo is having an existential crisis.

2. i love lennox because there should be at least one person who thinks the right way. i hope lennox keeps him on his toes so he thinks three times before doing anything.

3. “Unless you still didn’t see it that way.” ohhhh… the drama.

4. “the back cover of an old book about a man who hunted humans.” is the book “the most dangerous game”?

5. trying to materialise her morals with her prize must’ve been awful. only having money to hold as you’re in a train for that long with that many thoughts, i can’t even imagine.

6. i truly love the family r has and how even that makes her different than lucy gray. the latter was the oldest in her unit, as far as i know, while r isn’t meant to take care of anyone. also you are doing an excellent job at not casting them aside, as side characters usually exist for a quick second in fanfics.

7. Coriolanus Snow Being Honest To A District Woman? It’s More Likely Than You Think.

8. well, ladybugs bring luck.

9. thank you so much for not making her jump to his arms in a few seconds. she went through hell in that arena and at least half of it could be traced back to coryo. the emotional weight of that isn’t something that will lift quickly. she is bound to him by something greater than her feelings.

10. “I am yours for the walk and especially when I walk away.” MA’AM IS THIS FORESHADOWING IN A WAY?

welcome back bestie!! also i hope you had such a great birthday !!

1. yeah he was not thinking LMAO he was just like “on my way to see my friend !” and lucy gray was like “bro cmon read the room”

2. yes i love him :’) he was ready to swing immediately. i really love writing sibling relationships bc with my brother i’ve had so many different perspectives on it through the years haha, but now it literally doesn’t matter i’m like “this person is annoying” and he’s like “i’ll fight them rn” lol. i really think lennox needs to bring that energy bc r is WAY too gentle for her own good, even after all that she went through. he’s a good kid, of course, raised by the same parents, but he’s not nearly as timid and i love him for it.

and ANOTHER thing ab lennox- him and lucy gray both know more than her parents do, and both are clearly protective of her but she is still willing to give coryo a chance. he sees coryo as untrustworthy and a threat to r even though he knows she cares about him, but lucy gray is more optimistic ab it. idk, i feel like they see the situation clearly but in very different ways.

3. he’s like “shit i came all this way to be shut down didn’t i-“ lol

4. yes ma’am 🫡🤭 i mean i know it’s a short story but i have seen individual prints of it too (i had someone on wp be like “but that’s not a book it’s a short story” like girl i know pls-

5. no literally i would lose my damn mind. like you’re staring at an amount of money that can change your life and trying to convince yourself it is somehow worth it (which i know she could never do) would be actual torture i think.

6. i love her family so much, like realistically i can’t imagine r being the person she is without having a loving and supportive family.

also thank you! i love lucy gray and the covey too much to neglect them. especially maude ivory!! we deserved more of her in the movie!!

7. no literally. especially r’s mom. i think he doesn’t consciously know it either but r had talked about her mom quite a bit while she was in the capitol so i think he trusts her more than he would care to if he didn’t feel like he “knew her”. also i think important to mention that his fathers death also affected her so deeply and even physically.

8. that they do 🤭

9. AH you are so welcome. like as much as that would have been cute or whatever i seriously don’t think that was even an option for her it wouldn’t have made even a bit of sense. honestly, she was more likely to bolt back out the door and make a run for it hahahaha

10. IDK WE’LL HAVE TO SEE

[lulu24784]

Hii i just wanted to say that your art of your OC lucy is soooo cute 🥹🥹🥹 I recently got into the sp Fandom and I also draw oc x Canon stuff too so it always feels a bit relieving seeing others also doing that kind of content !

WE'RE CRINGE BUT WE'RE FREE!!!

Omggg thank you!! 😭🥹

Welcome to the fandom! We’re all cringe here lmao

canon x oc stuff is my LIFE I’m so glad there’s more of us 😂