#SO I SLAMMED THAT OUT AND CONKED

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[hitomisuzuya]

Brat taming. Scaramouche x fem! reader Smut. Degradation. Fingering. Cunilligus. Orgasm denial. Dom!Scara. He is kinda really mean in this, but soft as well. Some manhandling. Pet name.

An ode to the tired cause I am. Thank you for being patient with me. As always, thank you all for the support❤️

Scaramouche could tell you were tired. You weren't sleeping at night. And if you did, you only dozed off for a minimum of an hour or two at most. Usually, he was the one awake at night, with you conked out in his arms.

He was worried.

Really worried.

You felt a hand stroke down your hair, hearing a scoff. "You should be asleep," He said, looking down at you. You felt so warm against him, he always insisted you sleep naked with him.

"I am trying, Scara," You replied, huffing a little.

Now, he knew he could be a brat. A hellion. But you had a mouth on you to. You weren't afraid to mouth off to him, and that both pissed him off and really aroused him.

It is one of many reasons why he is in love with you.

"Sleep," He said, tipping your head up to look at him.

You blinked twice. "No," You said flatly.

Never did he think one word could make his cock throb so much.

Scaramouche rolled you over onto your back. "Hmm? What did you say?" He glared down at you.

You set your jaw stubbornly, replying without hesitation, "No, I won't sleep," There was such a defiant look in your eyes. Sure, you were tired, but it was the principle of the thing now. It is pretty much a reflex for you to stand up to him like this. As odd a time as it was to do so.

"What a mouth you have on you, slut," You were going to be in for a long night. Scaramouche knew what he had to do, and thought exhilarated him. He was going to put you in your place, and fuck you exhausted.

Your defiance is always a turn on for him.

Scaramouche wasted no time working his tongue sloppily over your cunt. His tongue dipping inside of you, swirling around your now throbbing clit. You were close to cumming. You always whimpered, and twitched a certain way.

"Are you cumming, whore?" He asked, latching his lips around your clit, sucking firmly as you let out your signature whimper, pressing his face onto your cunt. He smirked. "That's too bad," This wasn't the only orgasm he was planning to ruin.

The more he ruined, the harder you would cum.

Scaramouche shushed you, holding one of your thighs open. Before you could whimper in protest, he plunged two fingers inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure. Your hips bucked up into his fingers, gripping the sheets when his fingers nudged against your sweet spot.

Having been denied your first orgasm, your walls clamped sensitive around his fingers. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, scissoring your walls apart. He hooked his fingers against your sweet spot consistently.

"Don't you dare cum without my permission," He hissed, slamming his fingers inside you. Your thighs trembled and burned, your orgasm building in your stomach again.

You couldn't help it. You suddenly squirted on his fingers, panting and writhing as you let out a high pitched moan of pleasure.

"Tch," Scaramouche pulled his fingers out of you, licking them before he grabbed a handful of your hair. "What a filthy whore, cumming without her Master's permission," He hauled you off the bed by your hair, making you yelp.

He shoved you down onto your knees, pushing his cock against your lips. "Open up and suck, slut. Beg for forgiveness on your knees," Keeping a tight grip on your hair, he brought your face closer to his cock.

Your tongue curled out to lick the head of his aching cock. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me, please," You licked up and down his cock, sucking lovingly on the tip.

Scaramouche groaned, pushing your mouth down onto his cock. Your throat spasmed as you choked, enjoying seeing the tears well into your eyes. "Keep talking, slut," He took your mouth off of his cock, glaring down at you.

"Please, Master. Please forgive me for cumming without permission," You pleaded, looking up at him as you sucked on the head of his cock again, "I promise I won't do it again."

Holding your head in place, Scaramouche thrust his cock back into your mouth. He seemed entirely uncaring, hitting the back of your throat. His pace turned harsher, using your mouth as he pleased until cum spilled into your throat.

"Swallow, fucking slut," He groaned, holding your mouth on his cock as you swallowed.

The way he tossed you back down onto the bed was almost gentle. Pining you down on the bed by your shoulders, he grinded the head of his still hard cock against your clit, making you squirm underneath him.

"Beg for it," He commanded, leaning down to kiss you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, curling his tongue around yours. Sucking on your tongue, you moaned into his mouth. He bit your lips as he pulled away.

You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as you desperately sought more friction from his cock. "Please fuck me, Scara! Fuck me senseless!" You pleaded, grinding needily against his cock.

Growling, he abruptly thrust his cock inside of you, bottoming out with one snap of his hips. Your fingernails dug into his skin, your body seizing up in pleasure as he started thrusting.

His harsh, quick pace took your breath away. You could only choke out sobs and moans, pleasure curling tight through you. His cock squelched in and out of your weeping hole.

"Are you gonna cum?" Scaramouche asked, groaning huskily from the way his cock throbbed everytime your walls clamped around his cock. You nodded, letting out that whimper he always adored hearing as you nodded.

"Don't you fucking dare," He swiftly pulled his cock out of you, smirking when you cried out, your face crumbling being denied your release.

"Ugh, please Scara! Please can I cum now?! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" Your body shook with need for him, your clit throbbing. Your walls were clamping around nothing, begging for his cock to be back inside of you.

Roughly grasping your chin, Scaramouche kissed you again. His mouth swallowed your moan when he suddenly thrust back inside of you. You mewled in pleasure, clinging to him as he slammed his cock inside of you.

You felt every throb of his cock, his cum painting your walls white. The feeling of his warm cum filling you full made you squirt on his cock. He sloppily fucked you through your high, his lips never once leaving yours.

Before he pulled out of you, he renewed the biting bruise he always liked to leave next your throat.

"Good girl," Scaramouche cooed, rolling off of you. He nuzzled into your neck. He felt you return the action with a soft sigh.

Then you were quiet. "Kitten? Kitten?" You didn't answer him. You'd promptly crashed, exhausted. Scaramouche kissed you on the forehead, smiling softly down at you. He pulled you against his chest.

You were finally asleep.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 10

PREVIOUS

He calls his grandma to thank her for everything. She promises him that if anything keeps him from her on Christmas she’ll just make her way over to South Carolina to see him. “Maybe I can give that boy who is bullying you a piece of my mind!” She says and he loves her for it even if the thought of Andrew vs. his 70 year old grandma gives him heart palpitations that have nothing to do with the five hour energy he just slammed when no one was looking.

(He had eaten turkey because Abby had asked if he didn’t like it when he had forgone the white meat being passed around. She looked SAD so he just piled the dark meat onto his plate (at least it has less tryptophan) trip and now he needs to counteract the turkey. He could not afford to be sleepy on the impending car ride.)

He lets her know that everyone likes her pie and Abby had been overjoyed when he informed her that his gran always attaches a recipe card to the bottom for any pie in transit / for public consumption. (This is a woman who has been asked enough that she has the confidence to assume).

He gets off the line and feels the 5 hour energy kick in when Captain Neil appears out of nowhere next to him and he thinks he strains something when he resists the flinch his rapidly beating heart almost forces him into. “What language was that?” He asks.

“Polish.”

“You really do know a lot of languages. Just like your friend said.”

DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.

“Not that many.” DEFLECT DEFLECT DEFLECT “When are we heading out to Columbia?” DAMMIT

Captain Neil blinks but smiles, “We’ll be heading out in a little bit. Abby’s packing us leftovers. Too bad there’s no pie left. Do you think we could make it at the house? Andrew really liked it.” Neil says.

Pie is a safe topic. Pie will not betray him. Also if Andrew wants pie then he can’t kill FF until FF makes it and, perhaps, the pie will buy him a few extra days of mercy from his executioner.

“We can try. The secret ingredient is a grandma’s love though.” He says because it’s on the recipe card. It’s the most important ingredient in the whole pie. It’s what can keep a pie warm across a country. “Gran always says whipped cream can be used as a substitute though.” he says.

Captain Neil blushes.

DAMMIT WHY? WHY BRING UP THE WHIPPED CREAM?

“Well, we’ll have to pick some up from the store.” Captain Neil manages.

FF blanks his face as best he can and nods but gets up his heart beating too fast to remain seated. “I’ll be outside.” He says because he needs to walk around in some circles while he can. The car ride to Columbia is going to be a nightmare in general but especially since he slammed the five hour energy.

Kevin is the reason for the hold-up and the reason that FF gets 80 more laps around the house. He’s reminding them that they can’t stop exercising just because it’s a break gesturing to himself and the 20 minutes of squats that he just did to burn off the pie and then to FF who passes a window for the 10th time since this conversation started “See FF is keeping up with his fitness. Be more like him.”

Wymack eventually drags Kevin out of the house and into his car since they’re spending the break together. He flashes FF a thumbs up as FF passes and FF (unaware as always but great at mimicking social cues) gives him a thumbs up back.

It’s then that they get into the car. FF (as is the way of the world) is sitting bitch with Aaron and Nicky on either side of him.

Captain Neil is up front and starts to play some music. Both Nicky and Aaron are conked out before they even reach the entrance to the interstate. They have also slumped onto FF with Aaron asleep on his shoulder and Nicky drooling into his hair.

“You can just shove them off.” Andrew says.

“It’s fine.” FF says reminiscing about the last time he’d had something like this.

20 minutes later it’s not fine because the five hour energy is definitely kicking in but it would be so rude to move and wake Nicky and Aaron up. Nicky is probably tired because he came to check on FF five different times the night before and kept dragging him away from whatever Saw movie he was taking notes on and Aaron ate a LOT of white meat so he’s filled to the brim with tryptophan.

But he thinks he’s about to vibrate out of his skin.

He closes his eyes to try and breathe through this when.

“Smith said that we can try and recreate his grandma’s pie. We’ll just have to do a grocery run tomorrow.” Captain Neil says in Russian.

“It was good pie.” Andrew returns in the same language.

“He said that the secret ingredient is grandmotherly love.”

“It was on the recipe card. It said for best results be sure to add throughout the baking process.”

“His grandma said whipped cream was a good replacement. That it goes great with the pie.”

Uh-oh

FF knows that tone.

FF has fled across campus, the bus, the dorm room, and (one one notable occasion) the locker room when he has heard that tone coming from Captain Neil.

“Pie isn’t the only thing it will enhance the flavor of.” Andrew says back and FF feels as the car speeds up.

FF wishes that Andrew would just hurry up and crazy murder him already. He’d take the reverse bear trap over this psychological torture. He wants to pull up his phone and read if the Geneva Conventions list this as a war crime.

NEXT

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[impala-dreamer]

Of Whipped Cream & Body Heat

A Supernatural Story

~After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other's temper until Sam sets them free?~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam 

2192 Words

Warnings: NSFWish... Banter and Romance and Snark and Fluff and Just... I love it. I LOVE IT. Please Enjoy. 

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“I don’t know how or why, but I feel like you planned this.”

Y/N popped a hip and chewed on a fingernail, staring angrily at the big metal door blocking her exit.

The fluorescent lights above were harsh, sure to blind them both if they looked up for too long. The air being circulated through the walk in fridge was so cold that she could feel her nipples and everything else perk towards too hard.

Dean scoffed. “Why the hell would I have planned this?”

He shifted against the back wall and stretched his long legs out, taking a moment to regroup. His head was still bleeding and Y/N frowned at the cut above his eye when she glared back at him.

“You’ve probably got a concussion,” she sighed, grabbing a head of lettuce off the shelf to her left and chucking it at him. “Put that on your head.”

Dean cocked a brow in confusion. “Uh… why?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s cold. You gotta stop the swelling. You don’t want a bump, do you?”

Annoyed, he tossed the cabbage back and it landed at her feet. “I don’t want that.”

“So sorry you disapprove, but the frozen peas are next door in the freezer!”

“Why are you yelling at me!”

“You’re yelling, too!”

“Because you’re yelling at me!”

“I fucking- I- Damnit, Dean!”

Pursing his lips, he let it go and looked away, trying to think up a plan to get them out of there.

They were chasing a monster- again- and things went south- again. They weren’t really even sure just what they were dealing with other than that it was big, fast, and conked them both on the head before they knew what was happening. The knock out sucked, but waking up trapped in a fridge was proving to be even worse.

Dean yanked his phone from his pocket and made a show of holding it up to look for bars.

“I got nothing,” he sighed, pressing random buttons just in case.

“Of course you don’t.”

“What?”

Y/N nearly growled. “We’re in a big metal box. You’re not gonna have a signal in here. It’s science.”

His nostrils flared. “Don’t ‘science’ me, Y/N/N. You know I hate that.”

She crossed her arms defiantly. “Science?”

“No. When you act like you know everything and I’m just an idiot grunt. I know things, too, OK?”

Y/N clicked her tongue and let the anger sizzle. She turned her back on Dean and slammed her fist into the door.

“Hello! Hello! Someone help us!”

Dean kicked a knee up and leaned his arm on it. “No one’s gonna hear you, it’s past one in the morning.”

Again, she banged on the door. “Hello! I’m trapped in here with a grunt person and he’s very annoying!”

He seethed. “Get over yourself.”

She glared. “You.”

Green eyes narrowed. Pink lips curled. “You.”

Y/N huffed and closed her eyes, done with him and then entire hunt. “I give up.”

Dean picked at a split nail on his left thumb. “Yeah, well, so do I.”

“Great.”

Tossing her arms up in surrender, Y/N spun and threw her back against the wall. The metal was freezing and she drew her arms in across her chest.

Silence hung between them like their breath, dancing in the air before their noses both threatening and childishly amusing.

Time ticked by and Y/N squinted, trying to read Dean’s watch from across the room.

“How long we been in here?” she asked, teeth starting to chatter noticeably.

Dean peeked at the time. “Half hour, maybe. Dunno.”

She shivered. “Wonderful.”

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “A little.”

Hoping to his feet, Dean shrugged off his top layer and walked across the fridge, holding it out for her.

“Take it.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

A heavy sigh came out like dragon’s breath and Dean ducked down to grab her arm, lifting her onto her feet. “Come on. Just take it.”

“What about you?” She looked up with worried eyes, finally over the annoyance and throbbing headache.

“Ah, I’ll be fine. I’m layered.” He winked as he tossed the green canvas over her shoulders and buttoned the top button. “There ya go. Better?”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks.”

It was a thousand times better. The jacket was a little smelly, tinged with smoke and gun oil and something that was similar to but not altogether taco seasoning. Still, it was warm and Y/N sank into the heat as she calculated how long they could last in thirty eight degrees.

Dean watched her closely. “You’re doing math,” he said with a soft laugh. “I know that nose crinkle anywhere.”

Y/N gasped, feigning offence. “I don’t have a math face.”

“Sure you don’t.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about the cold,” he told her, moving away to inspect the food lining the walls.

“Yeah? What would you worry about?”

“Oxygen.”

She tried not to show her nervousness. “W-what?”

Picking through a box of vegetables, he nodded. “Yeah. We’re in a big metal box, right? Probably sealed up real good. You should be more worried about running out of air. We’ll suffocate before we freeze to death.”

The chill gripped her bones and Y/N’s eyes went wide. In her worst nightmares, she was always drowning or suffocating, dying in some horrid fashion unable to breathe. Her lip trembled.

“Dean, I-”

Her voice cracked with fear and he turned, smug and unaffected.

“Wait a minute.” Her brain defrosted and she sneered. “You asshole. There’s vents right there!” She shoved a hand towards the back right corner of the fridge. “We’re not gonna suffocate. But you may die bloody if you keep this up.”

“Hey, now-”

An apple flew at his head and Dean dodged it at the last second.

“Hey!”

“You should eat more fruit anyway,” she jeered.

“Oh, I’ll eat more fruit, alright!”

Y/N laughed. “How is that a come back? Are you threatening me by threatening to eat better?”

Dean’s face turned as red as the aerial apple. “I- You- Damnit. Shut up.”

“You are an idiot.”

“And you are more frustrating than a- a-”

“A what?”

“A something very frustrating…”

Again, they dropped into quiet, each on their own side of the six by nine foot room.

When her worry grew too strong, Y/N cracked the silence. “Sam will come get us, right?” she blurted, words exploding like a cloud of smoke from her lips.

Dean chewed his lip and nodded, though his face was twisted with concern. “Yeah. Totally. Hundred percent. He’s probably on his way right now.”

She didn’t believe him. Sam hadn’t even known where they were going and the GPS on their phones was dead because their phones were dead. “Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

Y/N picked at a string inside the sleeve of his jacket. Her fingers were painfully cold, the tip of her nose felt like ice, her ears were numb.

“I don’t wanna die in here,” she whispered, looking up at the big handle-less door.

Dean’s jaw twitched as he swallowed down a rush of worry. “We won’t. I promise.” Her eyes flickered over to him and guilt walloped Dean in the chest. “What, you don’t believe me?” he teased, hoping to get her to laugh.

She shrugged, too cold to argue. Back still against the door, she folded in on herself, tucking her chin to her chest and hugging her knees.

Even from across the room he could see how badly she was shaking, and it made him realize he was vibrating with cold as well.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, pushing up and away from the nearly freezing floor.

Y/N watched him stalk across the fridge, fear leaking into her face as he got close.

“W-what’re you doing- Oh!”

Dean sat down before she could stop him and pulled her close, crushing her face into his chest. He was cold too, but the added layers had given him a little temperature cushion, and Y/N sank into his residual warmth. She exhaled hard and slid her hands beneath his flannel, hugging tight.

“Fuck, you’re so warm.”

Dean rested his chin on the top of her head. “No, you’re just icy.” He could hear her teeth clinking together and he rubbed his hands vigorously down her back and upper arms. “Figure we can share some body heat before it’s all gone.”

She didn’t respond.

Y/N closed her eyes and let him take care of her, resisting the urge to make a nasty comment or start their fight up again. There was never a reason for their continuous bickering except for the obvious, unrequited love story brimming beneath the surface of their friendship. And it wasn’t as if they didn’t know of each other’s feelings, it was just that life was too hard already, and adding a romantic relationship into the mix felt like more work than it was worth.

So they fought.

A lot.

He felt good wrapped around her, somewhat warm and mostly soft. She ran her fingers up his back and the muscles flexed, shoving too many ideas into her head.

“Thank you,” she purred, curling deeper into him.

Dean sucked on his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelled like apples. Not like the artificial apple flavoring that for some reason was always neon green; no, she smelled like fresh apples on a tree. Like he was walking through a sunlit orchard with her, hands clasped, smiles bright and-

“Uh-” Dean shook himself and cleared his throat. “Yeah. No problem. Could be a while before Sammy tracks us down so-”

“Yeah. But he will. I know he will.”

His heart was beating fast, she could hear it if she pressed her ear to the center of him. It beat a little faster when her hand slid from his back to his hip, faster still when she lay it on his thigh.

“Dean?”

Too afraid that his voice would break, he hummed without moving his lips. “Hmm?”

She hooked her nails along the seam of his jeans and tugged slightly.

“I’ve read that skin-to-skin contact is the best for… sharing body heat…”

His heart pounded like a jackhammer.

Y/N grinned.

“There ya go getting all sciency on me again.”

She bit her lip and pulled back, looking up at him. “Science has been known to save lives, you know.” She shifted, twisting around so that she was up on her knees, eye level with him. “Just a thought… Maybe we should-”

Green eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes.”

He reached for her face; giant right hand sliding against her cheek and pulling her in.

The kiss was awkward and uncertain. Y/N couldn’t stop a laugh from bubbling up inside and Dean couldn’t decide which was to tilt his head. They faltered and pulled away, looking anywhere but at each other.

Y/N coughed. “Well. That was-”

Dean frowned and shrugged. “I mean, as far as first kisses go, it was really-”

“Rather…”

“Shit.”

Y/N laughed and turned back to him, hiding her face in her hands. “It really was.”

Dean sat up straight and squared his shoulders. “We can do better.”

“You sound so sure.”

His smirk was too much to handle. “Practice makes perfect.”

It really did.

Their next kisses were the good kind of sloppy and they quickly found a rhythm, falling head first into each other. Shirts were cast aside, jeans were wriggled out of, and boots flew across the floor. Hands explored, tongues tasted, pleasures were matched. Their breath floated above them in foggy crystalline clouds and friction kept them alive.

When the door finally opened, they were lounging together by the back wall, tangled up, laughing and squirting whipped cream into each other’s mouths.

Sam burst in, gun raised, brow furrowed and sweaty. Panting, he took a quick look around before his eyes settled on the two captives.

“Hey! I- uh-” Lowering his gun, he straightened up, entire form on edge as he struggled to explain the scene to himself. “What’s going on?”

“Sammy!” Dean beamed from the floor, a bit of cream hanging from the corner of his lip. “What took ya so long?”

Visually offended, Sam averted his eyes. “Looking for you,” he said firmly. “Again, what is going on?”

Y/N laughed and licked the whipped topping from Dean’s mouth. “We got hungry. There was pastry…really good cannoli-like thing.” She looked at Dean. “It was a cannoli, right?” He nodded. “Yeah. And then I found this thing of whipped cream and…ya know… we’re eating it.”

Exasperated, Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah. OK. But… Why are you naked?”

Dean chuckled and grinned up at his little brother. “Science.”

Y/N nodded and stuck the cream nozzle into her mouth. “Science!”

Done with his brother, his friend, the case, and anything else that God wanted to throw his way, Sam hung his head and turned away, heading back into the warmth of the dark restaurant kitchen. “Science.”

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[the-ace-with-spades]

I'm going to tease a bit so yes, this angsty mini-fic has part 2 and part 3 in the making:

Icemav POV

“Mrs. Sanchez said my dad needs to sign it before Monday or I won’t go.”

There is a moment Pete wants to complain — Mrs. Sanchez doesn’t have a semblance of organization in her but she should have given him the permission slip at the last PTA. He remembers being eleven, he was losing shit left and right and Bradley is no better.

Then he realizes what Bradley said.

Slider POV

It’s late, too late, when he hears the front opening. He is instantly on alert — Shay’s been sleeping for two hours now, conked out by a whole day at work and cooking up a baby inside her — because it’s too late for visitors.

He almost hits Baby Goose with a baseball bat.

Bradley is taking his shoes off, the spare key they have in the flower pot at the front stairs lying near his backpack. His hands are covered in dirt and he’s looking at Ron with his doe eyes wide.

Everyone says he’s Goose’s mirror image but when he stands there, curly hair getting too long again and messy, with those innocent big eyes and head tilted back, all Ron sees is Carole.

It always makes him melt into a puddle, too.

Post-mission

It’s really stupid. It’s stupid because Bradley hasn’t slipped for almost twenty years now.

They’re sitting at a table far away from the bar, close enough that if they step three feet down the beach, they’ll feel the waves slam into their legs. Jake’s getting his drink. Bradley told him, surprise me, let Jake kiss him on the cheek, and let him take his wallet out of his back pocket.

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(I'll also add that I'll tag whoever wanted to be tagged once I post part 2 so...)

[theonetruegnome]

Garçon, Another!

I felt a gnawing hunger for more oversharing and madness, so here we are! Sorry in advance for the long post. I think we should do Kickin' next, my favourite of the boys. Introducing,

Conk-out Cockerel!

This purple-plumed poultry is well known among friends and strangers for his odd sleeping tendencies. While yes, Conk could conceivably fall asleep just about anywhere, his body seems to prefer either somewhere quiet and secluded, such as his coop or the attic of a friend's house, or in the literal middle of the street (Has happened several dozen times), anywhere where people frequent or somewhere very awkward, no in between at all. He has mild narcolepsy, and never really sleeps well at night when he ought to, only really sleeping in 5-10 minute bursts randomly throughout the day. Poor Conk just sort of wanders around at night until he gets tired and drifts off where he stands or finds a friend with insomnia he can chat to. He can't really help them much, as his sleep inducing thing (such as catnap's gas, snoozy sow's tea [credit to @funny-critter-blog] or tusker tiredon's bat [credit to @smilingcrittersthingig]) is really his stories.

The tales he learnt from his family as a chick just cause other people to drop off for some reason, so he tries to tell his friends stories to help them rest. Unfortunately, 'Guy who falls unconscious randomly' and 'powers activated by talking' aren't the best combo, so juuuust as they're closing their eyes and nodding off, *SLAM* Conk faceplants into the floor. His friends all love him, but they worry about his health and sleeping habits. Conk just tells them he can't really stop or it, so he just has to live with it and they shouldn't worry about him.

His whole shabang isn't just that though! He really enjoys just living what he can, meaning he tries to make as many good memories with his friends as he can while still conscious, as well as telling his stories and writing new ones when he can. True, this often causes a sort of jigglypuff situation with all his friends asleep by the end but what can he really do about it? His favourite flavour of ice-cream is 'Anything berry or with two flavours in one' and due to his habits of falling asleep at the most inopportune times, he tends to speak quite fast so he can get it all out in time.

He also sports furry booties, partly because they muffle his footsteps when he checks on his friends so he doesn't disturb them (he knows how it feels to have irregular sleeping patterns) but also because I thought It would be cute on the little man.

His pendant is a brown hardback book with three 'z's on it and his scent is marigold.

[xhanisai]

Video

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Video'

Summary -

Creating videos of what she makes and sharing them online whilst gaining a cult-like following from the content wasn't on her bingo card this year, but honestly, Marinette could care less as she rambled to her phone's camera. She was fuelled by nothing but pure spite and pettiness and rightful anger after being approached by an infamous brand that sold half-baked sewing machines at ridiculously high prices. Hah! They expected her to take the money and falsely advertise their sorry excuse of a machine? And deceive all the other budding creators online for a quick buck?

Too bad.

 Creating videos of what she makes and sharing them online whilst gaining a cult-like following from the content wasn't on her bingo card this year, but honestly, Marinette could care less as she rambled to her phone's camera. She was fuelled by nothing but pure spite and pettiness and rightful anger after being approached by an infamous brand that sold half-baked sewing machines at ridiculously high prices. Hah! They expected her to take the money and falsely advertise their sorry excuse of a machine? And deceive all the other budding creators online for a quick buck?

 Too bad.

 Instead, here she was, dismantling said terrible sewing machine (that they sent to her home without even asking if it was okay), pointing out to the camera all the faults in the machine's designs and how some of the important mechanisms were of piss-poor quality and would require constant maintenance after a couple of uses. She compared it to one of her older sewing machines to show her audience how the basic features should work and why and then swiftly put the other machine back together.

 After posting the video, she went to bed with an eased mind, knowing that her modest influence would help other aspiring designers out there save their money and invest in something better. Tikki could only shake her head at her wielder with a defeated exhale, knowing that this was going to cause Akuma troubles later because the greedy higher-ups from that infamous brand were not going to be very pleased with the video.

 Granted, Marinette was doing the right thing and was rather informative with her call-out; she didn’t resort to insulting or slamming the bad brand for trying to sell bad quality products at abysmal prices and the other machines she recommended were genuine (the girl even having no interest in getting financially compensated by the good brands for promoting their machines).

 But that’s not going to stop Le Papillon from sending an army of butterflies towards the people angered by her review, isn’t it?

 Meanwhile, at the Agreste mansion, one sleepy Adrien leapt for his phone just like his alter-ego’s namesake and a huge grin played on his lips when a notification showed that Marinette had posted a new video. Sure, he could have slept at his normal bedtime and watched the video tomorrow with a refreshed brain rather than staying up according to his beloved Marinette's terrible sleep schedule…

 But he loves, loves, loves, loves, LOVES watching her videos!!!

 And her voice is so just soothing and just so nice to listen to and it really helps him go to sleep—

 "Uh-oh. That's going to cause a nasty Akuma later on." Plagg suddenly bleated by his side after reading the video's title. Though, that didn’t stop the little God of destruction from nestling into Adrien’s hair so that he could watch along with his wielder.

 "I'll protect her from all the Akumas~ she should be able to make all the videos she wants without worrying about getting attacked for being right~!" Adrien mumbled under the covers, eyes already glazed two minutes into the video. "Hmm...I guess her fans have a point...her mind really works like my Lady's whenever she’s figuring out her lucky charms or a plan..." 

 And he conked out.

 .

 Plagg could only sweat with wide eyes, hoping that his too-smart-for-his-own-good kitten would keep that extra brain cell away for a little longer. At least until it was safe for the two teens to share their secrets with each other.

 ‘Dammit, Sugarcube. Your wielder SUCKS at hiding her identity sometimes!’

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~(x)~

[thousand-winters]

I headcanon years of exhaustion sometimes just catch up to Hunter randomly, and he just falls asleep anywhere, especially cuddled up to Darius and/or Eberwolf

Oof, I can see that, especially considering that one comment Zeno had made about Hunter not being used to how comfortable hugs are and just conking out whenever someone hugs him.

Even if he was sleeping better in the Human Realm, on behalf of not having the duties of a soldier anymore and feeling somewhat safe for the first time in his life, it didn't seem to be enough to catch up on all the rest he needs from pretty much years of sleep deprivation. It's likely he wasn't resting too well even if he had the time, because even if he was avoiding thinking about all of his trauma, the secrets Luz and him were hiding weren't exactly making for the most calm of experiences, and it's probable too that he had nightmares about everything despite refusing to address the issues while awake.

I don't think avoiding everything is going to be an option anymore after everything. He might want to try, but after Flapjack's death and now that they're back on the Demon Realm and he's living with Darius and Eberwolf, he doesn't have an excuse like "oh, I have to focus on trying to build a portal" or "I don't have time to think about what happened to me because I need to plan for where I'm gonna live and what I'm gonna do". For the first time in his life, he's going to have an stable living situation and while there will be a kinda awkward period of adjustment while Darius, Eber and him get used to their new dynamic, he's still the safest he's ever been in all senses, which means all of that trauma is finally going to catch up on him.

As a result, I think the nightmares are going to get a lot worse at the beginning, and without a goal to gather energy to fulfill, he truly is going to have no choice but to feel and process whatever he's feeling and that alone is going to be exhausting.

So, Darius or Eber hug him? He closes his eyes and he's half asleep like five seconds into the hug. He's sitting at the table waiting for breakfast and his head almost slams on the table because he started snoozing accidentally. He sits down on the couch and he tries to keep his eyes open but they're already half-closed by the time one of the other two join him. They're out in town and Darius feels him leaning against him and suddenly more and more of his weight is resting on him. It's a bit concerning but they figure that he has a LOT of sleep to catch up on and if he merely needs to rest, then there's no harm done, though they probably try to double check with a healer just in case.

If he's by Darius or Eber's side while sitting down, they just hug him closer and adjust him enough so his neck won't be sore when he wakes up, but they let him sleep. If they're out, Darius has no problem giving him a piggyback ride or carrying him until they get home and he can lay him down on a bed. Unless Hunter has a previous commitment he really has to attend or he has to eat or anything like that, they try to let him sleep, and only make sure he's comfortable and warm.

Hunter finds it a bit embarrassing and probably has that learned guilt of "I'm being far too lazy and they're going to get fed up with me eventually" because of all those years with Belos, but overtime he relaxes a bit because neither of them seems to really mind. In fact, suddenly there are more pillos and blankets on the couch, on the back of chairs at the dining table and anywhere that Hunter could feasibly fall asleep on.

It feels a bit baffling since once again the house is looking a bit messier because of his presence but Darius, who's the only one who could be vaguely irritated by it, was even the one to suggest it, and as odd as it is, Hunter does like the feeling of being cared for like this.

[2gayy2functionnn]

Don’t say Forever- Chapter 2

TW: Mentions of ED, Mentions of dead bodies

When she woke up the first place she thought she was in was hell. She wasn’t very far off, but she wasn’t dead.

The banging on her door continued and she laid there tangled in her sheets hoping it would stop. The door slammed open hitting the wall. 

“Didn’t you hear me knock” Regina snarls crossing her arms.

“I think the whole neighborhood did” I shoot back rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and sitting up in my bed a little bit. Regina rolls her eyes and scoffs before looking me up and down. 

“God, just come down for dinner. My mom says we can’t eat until you’re there. I’m hungry. So get your stupid ass down there. Got it” Regina commands not waiting for my response. I grumble to myself, just wanting to lay back down in my bed. 

I reluctantly force myself to stand up and go over to the closet overbearing with clothes. My immediate thought is “Fuck to the No” Everything either has pink or sparkles and neither of those exist in my dictionary so i walk over to my small duffel bag and pull out a pair of black sweatpants and a oversized zip up up that belongs to Damian.

I softly slip down the stairs in my socked feet. I reach the dining room and see the “happy” family having dinner and immediately feel like an imposter. I want to turn right back around, but before i can even think about it. Mrs George is walking up and escorting me to my seat. She plops me down next to kiley, who’s stabbing her chicken with a fork and picking it apart and secretly feeding it to the dog.

“Oh honey” She says pressing a hand to my cheek. She looks softly at my face and clucks. I blush immediately as i feel the touch on my face. I can’t remember the last person other than damian who’s touched me with care. It makes me squirm uncomfortably. 

“Maybe Regina, was right you do look flushed” She says softly. Regina laughs then coughs a bit as a peice of food gets stuck in her throat.

“Right?” I say confused and stare at the platinum blonde. She smirks back at me.

“She said when she went up there you were conked out and said you didn’t want to come down because you weren’t feeling 100 percent” Mrs George says softly still having a hand on my forehead. I narrow my eyes at Regina.

Oh. So i could’ve stayed up there. Also way to make me feel welcome, I guess. 

“yeah” i say coughing slightly. “I’m not feeling too hot maybe i should go back up” I say. Mr George stares at me, acting as if he can read every thought in my mind. 

“Well Janis, If your sure” June says her eyes frantically moving between eveyone at the table. I stand up quickly.

“I’m sure” i say. I want to go upstairs now. So i do. I walk fast and slam the door behind me and throw myself on the bed. 

I miss my mom, and my grandma. Even my ass hole dad who beat the shit out of me would be better than this hellhole. I think as i sob into my pillow. I can’t trust anyone in this world and everyday it makes it more and more clear. 

I lay in bed for a bit and start to sketch some in my journal. Various pictures of dead bodies. I open my phone find the most recent autopsy photo i can, and go to town. I’m so focused on my task, I don’t hear my door slightly open. 

“Hey” a person says startling me, making me jump and look up quickly. Regina stands there, clad in a satin pink pajama set and soft slippers. I blush and look down.

“Janis” she repeats sighing annoyed. I look up and meet her eyes. She tosses an uncrustable and banana at me. 

“Thanks for fucking off” She says softly. The kindest i’ve seen her been since 8th grade. I nod softly. She still stares at me.

“anything else” i ask looking up at her icy eyes. Before looking back down at the food and opening the uncrustable.

“Mom said i have to drive you tommorow. If your not in my car at 7:10 your ass is getting left here understand. Also wear something better than that oversized shit. I know your tiny but clothes really shouldn’t be that big on you” She scoffs crossing her arms. 

“It’s damian’s, I don’t have anything else” i say softly looking down at my pillow. Regina bites her lip and debates something in her head. 

“If i show you something, don’t be a wise ass about it or think I actually like you or something, Ok?” She says tapping her foot. I nod and twist my pen in my hand. 

She walks into my closet and comes out with a trashbag. 

“I knew you would hate the shit my mom picked out, So i went to a thrift store and grabbed some ugly shit, I thought you would like.” She says throwing it down next to me. I look at it wide eyed than Regina.

“Thank you?” I say. Regina scoffs crosses her arms then exits with a slam. 

What the fuck was that.

                                     ***

Janis gets out of her shower steaming hot. Her hair drips down her back as she frantically searches the trash bag for any form of pajamas. Looks like the queen bee forgot something. She is forced to look in the actual closet. Luckily she finds a black satin set while not the most practical, still comfy and works for now.

She lays her clothing out for tomorrow, as her phone bings and lights up on the bed. She walks over expecting it to be damian to give his goodnight call. But suprisingly it’s an unknown number.

Janis scoffs and changes her contact name before replying and lying down in her bed. As she sits she accidently sits on the banana and uncrustable from earlier. Maybe she should eat. Than she looks down at her stomach and realizes. 

She needs a break.

 Janis is more than positive she doesn’t snore! Yet as she falls asleep she makes sure to put her sleep clocked app on. 

You know.

Just in case.

[lights-out-knives-out]

New boy who's life ain't going great

I apologize for the misspellings my computer hates me

I dont even know what kind of warnings to put on here. We've got Bad parents, carewhumper, medical trauma anddd panic attack

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"Uh Boss? There's somthing you need to see."

Carter looked up from the work on his desk, visibly iritated. "What problem have you caused now? We acnt afford any mistakes you know."

"Me? Causing problems? oh no Boss. Everything is going smoothly with the ransom, we just had a bit of a hiccup with the trade off that's all." The henchman tried to assure Carter

"What kind of hiccup?" Carter growled

"There's no need to get angry boss," Henchmen said putting their hands up "How about I just show you what we're dealing with?" They came over to Carter's desk pulling up the video feed on his computer "Everything was going just fine until we told the guy we'd send back his kid, He kinda lost it." Henchman pressed play.

"I dont want him back. He's a pathetic excuse for a son. If he's weak enough to get kiddnapped, he's too weak to be in my family. He's your problem now, do with him as you please. Beat him, Fuck him, Kill him. I dont care. Just dispose of his body when you're finally fed up with him." The line went dead

Carter stared in disbelief "Is the kid still here?" He asked his henchman

"Yes Sir, he is. Do you want me to bring him in?"

"Do it." Carter said waving the man off. Henchman soon came back with a disheveld teary eyed young man, who avoided Carter's eye contact, paying more attention to picking at the bandadges that were bound around his hands. Carter rounded his desk approching the pair, he couldn't help but notice the young man stiffen as he drew near. "Your name is Jasper, isn't it?"

"yes sir" he replied in a voice barly louder than a whisper

"So Jasper, now that your father has abandond you. What are we to do with you?"

Jasper suddenly dropped to his knees with a sob, startiling the two older men

"Please! Please don't kill me!" He begged "I can be useful! I-I swear I can be useful! I've- I've been trained S-Sir! I can-I can I can do things. I can be good for you! Please Sir! Please don't kill me!"

"Get up. I'm not going to kill you."

"You aren't?" Jasper sniffed as he stood up

"No. Follow me." Carter left his office

Jasper stood there hesitant to follow, unsure what was to happen to him. The henchman took Jasper by the shoulder guiding him into the hallway, then with a gentle push Jasper went stumbling after Carter.

"I will go over the house rules later, but curently we'll be taking you to our medic. just to make sure my boys didn't break anything when they roughed you up." Carter said as they walked

"M-Medic?" Carter looked back over his shoulder, the kid didn't seem to understand.

"Our doctor." he explained

"No" Jasper stopped dead in his tracks, the color drained from his face. "No, you-you can't! I'm not! I won't! No! No please!" Jasper pushed himself against the wall, fingers digging into his head "I Can't! Not again! Not again! I was good! Please! I was good! No! no no no no!" Jasper hyperventilated squeazing his eyes shut

"shit. Grab him"

"NO!" Jasper screamed, taking off down the hallway, he turned a corner ducking into the first room he saw. Jasper slammed the door behind himself slinding into a heap on the floor.

"Can I help you?"

Jasper looked up, a concerned looking woman stood over him. "I-" Japser started to speak but the world shifted, he found his vision going dark. then his head conked back and he was out like a light

[melonba11s]

What do Demons Want? (Demon Strade/AFAB MC TPOF fic)

I was given fuel to continue this story, and explore what Demon Strade wants.

"I don't give a shit what your company policy is! I just want my damn refund!" You flinched, your knuckles white as you gripped the counter. You had been so relaxed not ten minutes ago, knowing you were going to be off the clock soon.

Then this pathetic excuse for a human showed up.

"I'm trying to explain to you sir, you don't have a receipt, and you insist on keeping the product in general that you claim doesn't work, so I can't-"

"You stupid fucking bitch! Whatever happened to the customer is always right?" you felt his spittle land on your cheek as he continued to yell in rage.

"Sir, if you keep this up I'll call the police." you kept your voice as level as possible, you just wanted to go home. The man stopped his yelling for a moment, glaring at you, his face red with rage.

"Fine, whatever, I'll be calling corporate, I'll have your fucking job." he slammed his hand on the counter in one final act of violence before leaving.

"... Are you okay?" you glanced over at your coworker, Samantha. She looked a little spooked.

"Yes. I'm going home." you said, you were exhausted. All you wanted was a hot shower, dinner, and to binge some shows. Samantha nodded, giving you a pat on the back. A small comfort. You could see the man still outside, slowly walking away.

"... What do you have on you?" you jumped, glancing at Samantha.

"What?" you asked. Samantha looked up from her phone, frowning.

"I didn't say anything, Babe. You doing alright?" you swallowed, nodding, quickly clocking out. You recognized that voice.

A few days ago when you'd woken up in bed, completely soaked in your own fluids, you'd figured you'd done that stupid summoning ritual, conked out and had a really crazy, albeit amazing, wet dream. But that voice...

"What do you have on you?" it asked again, dim, in the back of your mind. You thought to yourself for a moment.

"Pocket Knife. Mace. Lighter." you mouthed to yourself silently, clutching your bag to your chest as you left.

He was heading the same way you needed to to get home.

"Hold the mace in one hand. Knife in the other. Follow him." the voice was soft still, but staring at the mans retreating back... Anger was bubbling up in you again. He was going to pay for how he treated you.

You followed from a distance, taking out the mace and knife. Pulling your hoodie up to cover your face, you kept your pace even.

"When he gets close to the alleyway, run. Spray the mace, drag him in. You can do what you want in there."

You nodded along with the demon's voice. Your adrenaline was running high, watching the man grow closer to the alley.

"Now." the voice commanded. Quickly, you broke into a sprint. Watching the man, confused, turn to face you. You held up your pepper spray and unloaded it into his face.

He instantly began to yell in pain, his tender eyes and nose assaulted by burning spice.

"Hand around his neck, pull him in." you followed the directions again, dragging him down the alleyway with strength you didn't know you had, before throwing him to the ground, getting on top of him.

"Have fun." the voice said, and you felt the presence disappear.

... You were going to have a lot of fun.

You held the knife to the mans throat.

"What's your fucking name." you asked, your voice low.

"...Th-Thomas. My names Thomas." his voice came out in a scared whimper. It was so cathartic to hear this after only listening to him yell earlier. "Please- take my money, I didn't do anything."

You pulled your hood back, revealing your face to him. To your surprise... No recognition flashed in his eyes. He just continued to mewl and beg.

"... I don't want your money." you growled, now pressing the knife to his face.

"I want your blood." you slashed into his cheek, watching as he twisted under you in an attempt to get away, letting out a howl of pain. You suddenly had, a very good idea.

"Let's play a game. For every good reason you give me, I won't cut you." you tore open his jacket, holding the knife against his chest. "Start."

He babbled for a moment, gasping, grasping for something to say. You slid your knife across his clavicle. He yelped, then began to talk properly.

"I-I'm a good person!"

"No you aren't." you slid the knife across him again, making tally marks as you went.

"Please! I have a girlfriend at home, she-"

"Don't give a fuck." Three tallies.

"My parents will be devastated-"

You didn't grace him with replies anymore. You just added another mark.

"My Grandma! She's on hospice! She could die any day, I still haven't visited her one last time!" Five Tallies.

"... Can I tell you a secret?" you asked, holding the knife pointed downwards.

"You were never good enough to live." you dug the knife down into his sternum, yanking the dull blade down with as much effort as you could. His insides were a myriad of colors, reds, pinks, oranges, browns.

He tried to beg again, but all that came out was a wheeze, before his head fell back. He was still alive, but in tremendous shock. You could see his heart beating. You felt the presence of the demon again.

"Take the wallet, then burn the body." you nodded, digging into his pockets and taking out the wallet, as well as his keys for good measure.

Utilizing the mace again, you began coating his body in it. He twitched as the burning substance made contact with his exposed flesh. He was almost gone though.

You flicked your lighter once, twice, then held it with a shaky hand towards the body. It instantly lit up, roared even. You took a step back, then another.

Breaking into a sprint, you ran all the way back home. Despite your fear, the anxiety... You were smiling as you panted, locking yourself in your apartment.

The evidence was being burned away as you stood in your kitchen. Your clothes were still soaked in blood, but they were absorbent enough that none had dripped so far as to leave a trail. It was two am, no one was out on a thursday night at two am.

You had no connection to him, you had his wallet. It would take them a while to identify his burned corpse. You began to laugh to yourself, stripping out of your clothes and throwing them in the trash along with the knife.

A hot shower, dinner... you dug through his wallet out of curiosity. A thick wad of cash graced your hands. You grinned, thinking of the 24/7 delivery place in town. Pizza for Dinner. And you would get to binge your shows.

Your first murder, a proper celebration for it too. You were barely bothered, he had deserved it after all.

And you could tell something else. The demon, his presence, it was back... and he was content. For now.

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Prime Queen

Directory | Robostus

Scarlet Lady: Prime Queen

Lila observed the bouncing girl, slightly worrying how she would survive the night, while she kept the phone close.

“Thanks for hooking me up with this babysitting gig, Marinette,” she told her classmate. “I need some cash for Mme. Bustier's present.”

It had been a bit of a surprise that all of her classmates were actually into buying presents for their teacher – something she had never done before – but she really wanted to fit in with the rest of the class, and, well, when in Rome...

“No problem! I already had plans anyway,” Marinette replied. “You might want to record Mme. Chamack's new show tonight. Manon conks out at 8:30, so she'll probably miss half of it.”

“Ugh, an hour long interview with Scarlet Lady,” she complained. “Maybe Chat Noir and Marigold will tie her to the chair so she behaves.”

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Marigold heard the soft laugh of her classmate and made a grimace.

“That's not a bad idea,” she muttered, as she started to break off the conversation.

It was time for... an interview.

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“Live in 10 and no heroes, Nadja.”

“They'll be here, Arlette!” Nadja Chamack, TVi's star reporter, told her producer, trying not to sweat: regardless of her assurance, she knew something could still go wrong. “We're gonna break records tonight!”

“You better if you want to keep your prime time slot,” Harlette threatened, as per usual (the slot was coveted by most everyone at TVi and she had been lucky to present the idea for Face to Face and have it accepted). Still, she was certain she had what she needed for –

“Hey.”

“WAH!” Nadja involuntarily screamed as the couch that had been empty two seconds before now had two heroes happily sitting without a care. “How– where did you come from?!”

“Trade secret~” Marigold sing-sang, as Chat Noir leaned towards her with his hands on the table.

“Where's Scarlet Lady?” Nadja asked; while she wasn't strictly necessary for tonight's interview, she could help put the cherry on top of her hopes.

“Oh, she'll be here,” Chat Noir reassured her. “At the last possible second. But forget that, let's talk interview.”

Chat Noir jumped back and sat next to Marigold.

“Off the table topics: Identities. Miraculouses in reserve. Power ups–” Chat Noir counted, while the Bee Heroine looked amazed at him.

Wow, he's like a professional... almost like he's done this before... she thought.

----

“5 minutes, 35 seconds... 5 minutes, 33 seconds...”

Sweet almighty forces of creation (which she wielded on a regular basis), could Chloé get more self-absorbed?

“Chloé, just wait for the show to start with the others!” Tikki berated her.

“As if! I have to make a showstopping entrance worthy of my stardom!”

Never mind.

Every time she asked herself that question, Chloé just proved herself more than capable of saying 'yes'.

----

“Whatever. We don't need Scarlet Lady, we have the two that matter.” Arlette said. “Don't forget the goal, Nadja. Boost the ratings to max audience reactions. Make sure that red turns to green.”

Nadja briefly looked down at the electronic bracelet on her left wrist, currently showing a single red line, as a door slammed and a familiar red and black figure swung her way into the studio.

“Helloooo~ The star is here!”

“Scarlet Lady!” one of the cameramen exclaimed, as the aforementioned landed right next to the table.

“Nice of you to join us, Scar,” Chat Noir sarcastically greeted her, while Marigold sighed.

“As if you could start without me!” Scarlet Lady replied, unaware of how wrong she was in that regard.

----

“I'm Nadja Chamack, you're watching Face to Face!”

“Mommy!” Manon exclaimed, while Lila smiled. When she was calmed down, she was a little angel...

“For our first show, we have Paris' favorite protectors, Marigold, Chat Noir and Scarlet Lady!”

----

Elsewhere in Paris, the Césaires were watching the program with interest, as was a good part of the city. Most times, what they could see of their heroes outside the fight were brief moments before they had to leave, so the fact that they would be for a good hour on screen was interesting.

“Thank you for coming,” Nadja Chamack said.

“Thank you for having us, we're happy to be here!” Marigold replied, smiling.

----

“Ooo, Nadja, the Queen Bee is pleased,” Chat Noir teased.

“'Queen Bee'?” Marigold asked, looking at her partner. “Just how many nicknames do you have for me, Chaton?”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked in reply, grinning at her.

“Good evening, my loyal fans!” Scarlet Lady exclaimed, ignoring the conversation behind her as she hogged the camera.

“Um, please sit down,” Nadja asked as she moved on to the first part of her interview.

----

“We see you saving Paris, but we know next to nothing about you,” the reporter said as the camera focused on the heroes.

“Lucky you, you can ask anything!” Chat Noir replied with a smirk.

“Within reason,” Marigold added. “You never know who could be watching.”

Watching, indeed, Gabriel thought. If there was anything that he could exploit to achieve his objective, then he could well watch this asinine television program.

----

“How about some questions from your fans?” Nadja said, turning to a blank screen behind her. “Hello, caller!”

The screen, turned on, showing–

“Hi, Marigold and Chat Noir! I'm Alya~” their friend said, smiling and waving. “Would you give me an interview for the Ladyblog?”

As they saluted her with different ranges of awkwardness, Scarlet Lady glared at the screen.

“Excuse you, you've forgotten about me,” she said. “You know, the illustrious leader?”

“My followers are interested in the heroes of Paris, not you,” Alya said with a deadpan look.

“WHAT?!” Scarlet Lady yelled.

Nobody cared.

Instead, Alya turned the camera towards her twin sisters, standing next to their beds.

“Marigold! Chat Noir! We have a question!” Etta said.

“Yes?”

“When are you bringing back Koki Marina?” Ella asked.

“She was so cool!”

“I like her hair!”

Marigold smiled.

“Don't worry, girls, Koki Marina is a great hero and we'll definitely be calling on her again,” she replied.

“Yay!” the twins shouted, but then Ella looked at Alya with a curious face.

“Alya, why are you blushing?” she asked, and the camera turned around to show that, indeed, Alya was heavily blushing.

“ANYWAY!” the future journalist said, interrupting the conversation. “Remember to submit your Akuma sightings to the Ladyblog! And tune in for that future interview–”

“NEXT CALL!” Nadja shouted in an attempt to recover control of the situation. The screen stopped showing Alya and turned to show another girl the heroes knew well. “Welcome, caller!”

“Hello~” Lila said, and from a corner of the screen another face showed up.

“Hi mommy!” Manon said, and Nadja smiled.

“Hi sweetie,” she replied, as she silently gave Lila the cue to make her question.

“I'm Lila and I have a question for Marigold and Chat Noir.”

“What, nothing for your ex-best friend, you fraud?” Scarlet Lady said, laughing, while Marigold glared at her.

“Knock it off, Scarlet,” she warned, as Manon reentered the frame with the Marigold doll she had made for the little girl to play with, and Lila readied her question.

“What I wanna know is, how do you put up with Scarlet Lady when she's the worst?”

The heroes froze up at the blunt question, sweating as they tried to come up with something useful, while Scarlet Lady became incensed.

“How der you call in to slander my name and insult me?!” the red-suited girl yelled. “You're just mad I called you out for being the liar you are!”

Lila just stuck her tongue at her as she took a hold of Manon.

���Okay, that's enough!” Chat Noir shouted, sweating as he attempted not to show his true thoughts. “We all work towards the same goal of saving Paris and defeating Hawkmoth.”

“Scarlet Lady has a very important role ensuring we can all continue mostly unbothered by Akumas.

“So you put up with her because you have to, got it,” Lila 'helpfully translated' while Manon waved at the screen.

“Goodbye, caller,” Nadja cut off with a sigh.

“Nadja, get control of your show!” Arlette commanded. “Get to the scoop, now!”

Well, she had hoped to take a while longer to reach that point, but if she didn't act quickly she would lose the chance.

So she turned to Chat Noir and Marigold.

“Numerous fans think that on top of being a couple of superheroes, you're a 'couple', period,” she dropped, leaving them shocked. “Can you confirm it's true?”

“Huh?!” Marigold mumbled.

“What?!” Chat Noir shouted.

“Gross,” Scarlet Lady interrupted. “As if I'd ever be a couple with either of these sidekicks!”

Nadja gave her an awkward smile.

“I'm referring to 'Chatgold',” she said. “No one seems to care about your love life.”

“WHAT?!” Scarlet Lady yelled.

And, yes, nobody cared.

Chat Noir glared ahead at Nadja, while Marigold blushed, looking down.

“We're partners, doing our job,” the Black Cat Hero said. “No feelings involved.”

“That is a very personal, very inappropriate question,” the Bee Heroine added, clearly angry.

“The views are rising, don't let up! Time to give your evidence!” Arlette continued, pushing her to go forward with the plan.

“So then,” Nadja said, as the screen turned to show a still image of Marigold and Chat Noir kissing. “How do you explain these pictures?”

Chat Noir quickly recognized what it was from.

“Oh no.”

Marigold... didn't.

“WHAT?!”

Scarlet Lady...

“Oh, that.”

… didn't particularly care.

Marigold immediately jumped at her partner.

“When did THAT happen?!”

“I was reversing Dark Cupid's spell, I swear!” Chat Noir said, embarrassed. “I was saving you, not kissing you!”

“Then how about these?” Nadja continued, showing more images.

When she scratched him under the chin over his idea to capture Animan.

When she kissed him in the cheek to catch Glaciator unaware.

When he kissed her hand as he gave her the Tiger Miraculous for Juleka.

“Those are out of context!” Chat Noir yelled.

“Excuse me, the kiss?!” Marigold shouted, still stuck there.

“We're partners, friends! Of course we're going to be close, but–” Chat Noir shouted at Nadja, but Marigold...

“THE KISS!”

… had yet to comprehend everything that had gone on back then.

“OH KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!!! I'm at my FUCKING limit!”

Everyone on the set turned to look at Scarlet Lady in shock.

“I can't believe you'd waste my time to speculate on my sidekicks' love lives, instead of focusing on what's really important – ME!”

True to form, she did the right thing for the wrong reasons.

“Of course we'll cover your exploits, Scarlet Lady,” Nadja said in a conciliatory tone, “as soon as your partners admit the truth–”

“This is the dumbest interview ever!” Scarlet Lady shouted. “We're leaving!”

Nadja just barely avoided dropping her jaw in shock.

“What?! You can't–”

“Sorry, but for once I agree with Scarlet Lady,” Chat Noir said, giving the presenter an ugly look as he helped an almost comatose Marigold leave. “This has been incredibly unpleasant and uncomfortable.”

“Wait! The show isn't over!” Nadja attempted to call out. “The fans will be disappointed if you don't answer–”

“No means NO, lady!” Chat Noir shouted at her, and the door to the set slammed shut.

----

The command to stop the program came a few seconds after the heroes (and Scarlet Lady) left, and Nadja collapsed to her knees, crying; it had been her best chance to make a program to rival everything else in the channel, and it had sunk within a few minutes.

“Welp, wrap it up, people,” a crew member said after no one started to move for a few moments.

“Do you think we'd have a better success rate if every show at our station wasn't live?” a camera man asked.

No one noticed the black butterfly flitting down towards Nadja Chamack.

At least, not until it was too late.

----

The heroes and their not-so-heroic companion had jumped to the roof of the studios, where the latter of the group proceeded to continue making her displeasure of the previous events known.

“The AUDACITY! What a HACK!” Scarlet Lady yelled. Chat Noir ignored her, instead approaching his partner, who was clearly saddened by the reveal of their kiss.

“Marigold! I'm really sorry!” he said, trying to fix his mistake. “You can punch me if you want–”

“It's fine,” she interrupted, but even he could tell it very well was not. “It was just because of the Akuma, right? It didn't mean anything. So let's drop it.”

Chat Noir tried to come up with something to reply, seeing how hurt she was, but –

“AND ANOTHER THING!”

– Scarlet Lady was still in her tirade.

----

At her house, Lila looked at Manon, who had fallen asleep just a moment before everything went to hell, and saw her being completely dead to the world.

“What a dumpster fire,” she muttered, thinking of how badly Manon's mother had handled the show – as well as Scar's reaction.

“Good evening! Welcome to your new show! I'm your hostess, Prime Queen!”

Lila turned to look at the screen... which showed Nadja Chamack, only this Nadja had deep red hair, fluorescent blue skin, and Tron lines over her dark blue clothing.

“... of course,” she grumbled. After everything, it wasn't surprising that she became Akumatized.

----

“Tonight, Marigold and Chat Noir disappointed their fans by refusing to admit they're a couple in love!”

For once, Chat Noir, Marigold, and Scarlet Lady shared the same opinion on what they were just watching.

“You've got to be kidding me,” they said in unison.

----

“We'll see how far they'll go to hide the truth!” Prime Queen continued – and the screen behind her showed...

“Huh?!” Lila said, shocked. The studio screen was somehow showing her, as seen from her TV screen!

Which, of course, was the point when the Akumatized villain pushed her hand through the screen – and, as if it were an American horror film, Prime Queen's hand was suddenly coming out of her TV!

“What the heck, why ME?!” she complained as she tried to dodge the hand of doom.

Unsuccessfully.

----

“Welcome to the Subway of Suspense!” Prime Queen declared, showing a speedometer to the side, while a column to the side was filled to about a fourth of its size. “If it reaches 100 km/h, you can say goodbye to Scarlet Lady's former best friend!”

“Nadja, you idiot, you just kidnapped your babysitter!” Lila, tied up in cables, screamed at the Akumatized reporter – who ignored her.

“Will you dare to go through the screen to save your dear little Lila?”

Scar scoffed.

“As if I'd get my nails dirty for the superliar.”

Chat Noir sighed. Knowing Scar as he did, it didn't surprise him. Nor did her reaction to him pointing out the obvious.

“It's being broadcast live,” he said.

“Out of my way!” Scar shouted, ignoring the dismissive glares from both heroes as they jumped behind her.

----

Landing into the now moving metro car, the tiny screen at one end showed Prime Queen, looking with way too much interest at them.

“You're going to be the stars to the biggest audience record in TV history!” she declared. “Rules are simple! You admit the truth, that you're a couple in love, and I'll stop the subway!”

“A forced confession is as good as a false confession!” Chat Noir angrily shouted back, furious that she was trying to force something that was untrue.

“I want my scoop!” Prime Queen yelled; much like every other Akuma, she was looking for Number One.

“Seriously, why does anyone even care about this?!” Marigold said.

“If it helps, I care more about the 'not crashing' part,” Lila added from the floor.

Marigold sighed, and began to blush as she spoke.

“Fine, Prime Queen. I confess. I am in love with Chat Noir.”

“Oooo! Saving their fan by admitting their true feelings! The news is going crazy~!”

“Good thinking with that lie, Goldie!” Chat Noir whispered as she looked his way... but then she looked away.

“Superheroes don't lie, Chaton,” she whispered back.

And then he began to blush, as he realized what she meant by that.

“What a sweet gesture!” Prime Queen continued, simpering, as the bar to her right filled up to half. “But! The audience isn't breaking records yet! You'll have to do better than that~!”

As the heroes patently held onto their wish to roll their eyes at the goalposts being moved, Prime Queen gave a little clap.

“Oh, I know! To prove your feelings are authentic, you need to take off your masks! To do so, give me your Miraculouses!”

“Gross,” Scarlet Lady interrupted. “I'm not in love with either of these cretins. And I will do no such thing!”

Prime Queen made a grimace.

“Oh, I forgot you were there.”

“YOU–!”

Clearly unwilling to give up, the Akumatized villain jumped through a screen that took her to the Louvre museum, and then reached through another, grabbing someone else and tossing them into a sarcophagus.

“On to the next segment, dear viewers!” Prime Queen declared, showing her newest victim was–

“ALYA!” Marigold said, terrified.

“Marigold! Please, help me!” Alya – tied, trapped, helpless – begged before Prime Queen slammed the sarcophagus shut. “Ow!”

“Oops! Isn't that the girl who runs the Ladyblog?” Prime Queen maliciously said. “Better hand over your Miraculouses before your biggest fan is mummified!”

“Uh, why should I save her after she snubbed me–” Scarlet Lady muttered.

“Hurry up so I can go back to my room!” Lila interrupted her, shoving her through the screen.

“AH–!”

Marigold and Chat Noir jumped through as well...

“This isn't the Louvre!” the Bee Heroine exclaimed; instead of the museum, they had landed into a freezer room.

“She trapped us in!” Chat Noir added as the screen behind them changed to show Prime Queen's face.

“You got that right!” the villain replied. “Last chance, heroes! Take off your Miraculouses or your biggest fan will take a dip in the Seine!”

“NO! ALYA!” Marigold shouted again, trying to look for something that would help stop the Akumatized villain.

“Don't keep the public waiting~!”

“So what.”

Chat Noir and Marigold turned to look at Scarlet Lady, shocked.

“SCAR!” Chat Noir yelled.

“What? I'll bring her back when we win, so what's the big deal!”

----

“The 'big deal' is that that's seriously messed up, Scarlet!” Marigold shouted.

The other big deal was... well, it was being broadcasted live.

And hundreds of thousands of Parisians were watching.

And they just had seen and heard the so-called 'heroine of Paris' demonstrate a complete lack of regard for a potential victim's death.

And through many minds went one thought.

Is she what we thought she was?

----

Besieged by glares from the other two, Scarlet looked away.

“Oh fine, you big babies: Lucky Charm.”

As she saw the object Scarlet had summoned – a roll of tape – Marigold quickly came up with an idea.

“This'll work,” she declared, picking an empty pizza box – from the same pizza shop where Luka worked, even – and pulled it apart.

And put it on top of the screen, while Chat Noir (who had quickly seen the plan) grabbed the tape and fixed the spread box to the screen.

“Wuh–What's going on?! Why can't I see?!” the villain shouted.

“Too bad, Prime Queen,” Chat Noir said, grinning, as he stood to one side of the screen. “We think we will take off our Miraculouses.”

“And we will reveal our identities!” Marigold taunted.

“You just won't get to see it~!” both of them finished in unison.

“They'll probably make out too,” Scarlet added.

“No, Scar,” Chat Noir added, ready to move as soon as the villain fell for the trick.

“You better not be lying,” Prime Queen said, confirming she had swallowed the bait, and she punched through the screen and pizza box.

Which a prepared Marigold was all too happy to take advantage of.

“Venom~”

“Cataclysm! Free with one freezer exit,” Chat Noir said as he destroyed the freezer's door.

“The fact that that worked was embarrassing,” Scarlet Lady said as Marigold pulled the paralyzed Prime Queen into the freezer.

“Who's the idiot here, her or Hawkmoth?” Marigold rhetorically asked.

----

Once more, everything was fixed through the use of the Miraculous Cure, save for Scarlet Lady's entitlement and reputation, and... the situation between Paris' heroes.

“Marigold, I–”

“Chat Noir, I know we're just good friends and partners, you don't have to–”

“NO!” Chat Noir interrupted. “Goldie, you're AMAZING! And kind and wonderful and the best partner ever!”

“Chat, please, just don't–” Marigold begged, struggling not to tear up in front of her friend.

“I mean it! It'd be easy to fall for you, but --” and here Chat Noir began to blush, “but I'm already in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

Marigold completely blanked out at hearing those three words, and slowly turned to look at her partner.

She must have misheard something.

Or she had just gone temporarily crazy.

Because there was no way the boy she loved just said he was in love with her civilian self.

“Wuh... buh...” she babbled as she tried to make sense of it.

“You might not know her since I had her swear to stay out of fights around the time you joined the team,” he continued, completely unaware of the storm he was causing in her mind, “but she completely captured my heart! But since I see her everyday as 'myself', I can't just forget her! If you met her you'd get it!”

Marigold's eyes widened, and her blush intensified. What Chat Noir had just said... it really sounded like...

“The two of you are so alike, it's almost as if–”

Whoa, time to cut it off.

“AHAHAHA! You know what?!” Marigold interrupted, smiling. “She sounds awesome and you should totally go for it. Anyway, gotta go!”

“HUH?!”

And, as Marigold left, Chat Noir was left looking at her, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

----

Finally back at home, she watched at the now snoring little girl on her bed, making her pout.

“Wow. Amazing what people sleep through,” she muttered, before putting the covers over her again and moving to another room so she could check her computer without disturbing Manon.

Just in time to receive a call request.

Opening the screen, she quickly accepted.

“Yo!” Alya said, smiling and waving. “Glad you're safe!”

“You too,” she replied, returning the smile. “I guess the Cure has more heart than Scarlet Lady.”

Alya's face turned thunderous.

“She was gonna let me drown! She's dead to me!” she yelled, before shaking her head and breathing deeply. “Prime Queen sorta had a point with these views. Too bad for her they're all on my blog.”

“Seriously? That many people care about the imaginary romance between coworkers?” Lila asked, opening the Ladyblog and seeing the comments.

“Mostly people are split between ship wars, and freaking over Scarlet Lady,” Alya replied, and Lila could tell it was quite the understatement.

DING!

“Huh? An email?” Alya said, opening it – and she squinted at the contents. “You've got to be kidding me.”

“What is it?”

“Nadja Chamack just invited me to be a guest on her new show, 'Side by Side'.”

Her jaw dropped.

“All that melodrama over her dumb show being cancelled and they just handed her a new one?!”

----

“What a looong day, come to me my love~” Plagg sang, hugging a piece of Camembert cheese, but Adrien paid little mind to him, instead going over of what just happened. Which the Kwami noticed. “Uhh, what's got you thinking so hard?”

“Marigold... her reaction was strange.” He turned to him. “Her mood completely changed when I mentioned Marinette. And not in the way you'd expect if she was jealous... is it possible... that Marigold could be...”

Plagg began to sweat.

“Oh, no,” he whispered.

He really didn't want to face Tikki if his boy realized the truth.

----

“WOOHOO~!” Marigold said, landing on her terrace as she changed back to her normal self, letting Pollen come out.

“What a wonderful revelation!” the Kwami said, clapping with her little arms. “Chat Noir is in love with 'you', my Queen! Aren't you happy?”

“Sure, but, uh...” she replied, shrugging, confused. “What did he mean he 'sees me everyday as himself'?”

----

Zombizou

@zoe-oneesama Finally reached the end of Season 4! Let's see how much I manage to do before you end the story...

Also, we're at 498 pages, 199,063 words, 1,073,925 characters!

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Help When Needed

Hermione Granger x Hufflepuff!reader

"Cor blimey, 'Mione. It's just like you to ask for extra work. What even is that for?"

It was lunchtime and as usual, Ron was shoving a copious amount of food into his mouth. Hermione had to shift her parchments slightly to avoid the spray of food bits as he spoke.

"It's something you don't have to worry about."

While the bushy-haired Gryffindor was more than able to take the extra third year workload thanks to her Time Turner, she could feel herself running a bit ragged. The lack of sleep was starting to get to her and she could feel her patience fraying.

With a slam of her textbook, she gathered her supplies and began to make her way to the next class. By this point, she knew when and where to make use of her Time Turner and it was going swimmingly. At least as far as she knew.

With a huff, she plopped down at the first available seat she could find in the classroom. But as soon as her butt hit the stool, the exhaustion hit her like a ton of bricks. The Gryffindor let out a small groan and furiously rubbed her face.

The rest of her classmates started to file in and Hermione only just registered that someone sat next to her. When she looks over, she's met with a grinning face.

"Rough night, eh?"

Her classmate clad in yellow gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before pulling out their needed school supplies. Hermione just propped her head onto crossed arms, waiting for class to start. Hopefully, she'll wake up more when it does.

No such luck.

The sleepy Gryffindor was in danger of conking out. A devastating thing for her to do in class. She had a reputation, after all. But it felt like a losing battle with each nod of her head. The class was an hour long and she had another class to jump to after this one. She wasn't sure if she could make it. That was when she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Looking over, her Hufflepuff neighbor leaned over.

"Hey, go ahead and take a little kip." They whispered. "The professor ain't gonna see you and I ain't gonna snitch. You can copy my notes later too."

Hermione looked at them suspiciously. Someone telling her to shirk her schoolwork was already a red flag to her. Sure, the professor just lectures and rarely even faces the class. And they were sitting in the back of the room. With a cursory glance, Hermione could also see that her Hufflepuff accomplice was an avid note taker. She takes one final look at her neighbor to gauge their sincerity. All she saw was genuine concern and a kind smile. If she were to trust any stranger, it would be a Hufflepuff.

"C'mon, Girl Genius. The more time you think on it, the less time you'll get to nap."

Quietly, the Hufflepuff took off their cloak and folded it up. With a quick glance, they placed it on the table and slid it over to Hermione with a wink. Immediately, they return to their note-taking, now doing so for two. Hermione gathered the Hufflepuff cloak in her arms and laid her head down. As soon as her eyes shut, she's out.

Eventually, she's awoken by a few taps on her shoulder. Class had ended and students were filing out. Hermione sat up as nonchalantly as she could, stretching her back as it unfolded from her hunched position. Once again, she was greeted with a smiling face.

"There y'are, Sleeping Beauty. Let's go. Ya gotta get to another class real soon, yeah?"

"Yes, thank you."

Hermione gathered her things quickly with the help of her new friend and headed out with them. She's just about to head to her hiding spot to use her Time Turner, but remembers that she needed the notes for this class.

"Oh! When can we meet up so I can copy your notes? We can meet up at the library. And what can I do to repay you?"

The Gryffindor was feeling much more awake and more energetic now that she got some rest. The rest of the day would go by easily. Her comrade just shifted their bag to let their cloak hang on the strap.

"I have more time than you do, it looks like. Just let me know when y'got some free time and I'll be there. As for repayment..." The Hufflepuff reached out and tucked some of Hermione's hair behind her ear, their touch lingering slightly. "Maybe a date, if you're ok with that?"

While they were being forward, they still didn't want to overstep any boundaries. They respected Hermione much more than they liked her. And they liked her a lot.

Hermione stood frozen for a moment, even as her face heated into a blush. This was the first time someone expressed interest in her and she didn't know how to respond. It was only when they stepped back did she finally respond.

"Oh! I-I would like that. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. You're very kind and I think a date with you would be grand. I really wouldn't know what to do though and it would be a first for me and oh dear, I'm rambling...."

Hermione's blush deepened and she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. She could hear a soft chuckle when gentle hands took hers. Looking up, she's met with bright eyes and a wide smile.

"We'll make plans after our study session, yeah? No rush. I'm just happy you said yes."

They gently rub their thumbs across Hermione's knuckles before letting go all together.

"For now though, y'gotta get goin'. You got class an hour and five minutes ago."

"Wait, how did you-"

"I've had my eyes on you for a while now. You're a very difficult person to ignore."

With a smile, the Hufflepuff kisses Hermione's hand and bounds off to their next class.

"See you soon, Girl Genius!"

Hermione is baffled, but pleasantly so. She'll have to talk to her new suitor soon about finding out about her time jumps. But first thing's first. She'll have to learn their name.

[daintyduck99]

Oooohhhh oooooohhhh moment prompts

Friends pointing it out, rulie

Reggie hums contentedly as most of his friends continue to make noise in the kitchen, smiling at the one who's sleeping on his chest, instead. Julie often conks out early when she's been drinking, and it only serves to make her more affectionate—

And adorable, if he's being totally honest. 

He carefully combs his fingers through her curls, only to pause when he accidentally brushes the bare skin of her lower back, warm even in the brief whisper of contact. 

Julie just sighs, murmuring what sounds like Spanish niceties and burrowing closer. 

His heart would ache if it hadn't melted. 

A soft chuckle is all the warning he gets before—

"Have you told her yet?" 

Before Luke's there, looming over them like an incredibly stubborn, nosy ghost. 

Reggie swallows. He's sure his smile has shifted into something strange and unconvincing, but he keeps it in place. 

"Told her what?" 

Luke's eyebrows arch, as if to say, really? 

Reggie drops the strange smile. "I can't."

"Dude. She's literally using you as a pillow, I'm pretty sure she just called you corazón, and you've both been flirting like crazy lately. Even I can't help but notice!" 

Reggie gives a slight shake of his head, mindful of Julie above all of the chaos running through his brain. As usual, he settles for latching onto something small.

"She's just sweet. She calls all of us cutesy Spanish nicknames, it's not—" 

Luke shoves his phone in Reggie’s face. 

Corazón: the heart. courage; spirit. love; affection; compassion or sympathy. (often used in direct address as a term of endearment) lover; sweetheart; beloved. 

He—can't exactly say it's not special, then.

His breath catches. His heart slams into his ribs like it's demanding to be let out.

Softly, Luke says, "She adores you, Reg."

And he's just—he never thought— 

All he can do is gape. A flush spreads across his face like wildfire, too, as if he couldn't be any more fucking obvious. 

Luke ruffles Reggie’s hair, grinning as he lets out a strangled squawk and hides his face in Julie's cascade of curls. 

"Seriously. She'll probably make a move soon, but something tells me she'd appreciate it if you beat her to it. So tell her. Not tonight, obviously, but. Soon." 

Luke takes mercy on him, then, vanishing with one last think about it, and Reggie breathes in deeply, resolve solidifying as Julie sighs in tandem. He smiles into her hair.

Tomorrow.

[theonetruegnome]

Small trivia bits because I said so.

Had too many ideas, felt guilty about not world building for the last few days and just reposting, I'll kill two birds with one stone. Couldn't include specific trivia for everyone atm (sorry!) but I did my best.

One of the only reasons Mana and her family are still invited to the House Vergand Gala, aside from being able to see them turned away and humiliated, is that her great great grandfather, Mitchelon the Peacekeeper, was king at one point, though only for forty six seconds due to a by-law. Their 'Royal' blood allows them a bit of wiggle room when it comes to being disgrace families.

Conk is constantly wearing out the soles of his booties due to his sharp talons and must keep getting someone to darn them for him, as he doesn't know how. He tried to file down his talons like Eli did with his tusks, but only ended up sharpening them somehow.

Dandydoe still sleeps with a nightlight on, always. She doesn't need it of course, she's not terrified of being ambushed while she's most Vulnerable, alone and not being able to see! Don't be an idiot! She has it because sometimes her little sisters like to sleep with her when they get scared and it reminds her of them, no other reason!

Once, the nightlight broke while she was asleep and she wouldn't get a new one for a week. Conk-out looked in on her three nights after it broke to see her backed into a corner holding a wiffle ball bat. He knocked on the window, but she couldn't see who it was and ran screaming at him, brandishing the bat. When her awoken family members eventually went away back to their rooms, she woke a now sleeping Conk back up, let him inside and he helped her back into bed and told her a story about a viking valkyrie who fought and killed the night itself to protect her loved ones. He continued the story, even after she fell asleep, because he liked to see her smiling and happy, listening to the story he spun. Dandy asked Mana to conjure her up a new nightlight, FOR HER SISTERS NOT HER, but as you know, she went wonky and dyed all of Dandy's possessions burgundy.

Eli sometimes forgets how much weaker the others are compared to him, so on the rare occasions when he gives them a patented* Eli squeeze™ it ends up with them slapping his arm for air when he gets too carried away. The only one who can withstand a full Eli squeeze™ without passing out is Callum, and he has even requested a group one on numerous occasions when he feels it appropriate.

*He's written out 'mine don't steal' in crayon on a piece of paper and framed it in his room. There's no punctuation, and he can't correct it without breaking the frame.

Munchypup once tried to serve the others his favourite meal, but most of them couldn't stand it. Picky's shift ate half out of politeness, then said it wasn't for her. Callum tried to. power through, chewing as fast as he could and drinking half a cup of water after each swallow. Conk feigned unconsciousness and got mustard all in his plumage when his face slammed into his plate. Dandy picked out the parts she liked and discarded the rest. Leah felt ill and started to look green while eating and Eli carried her to the doctors, leaving a suspiciously empty plate behind. Mana on the other hand, cleared her plate and asked for seconds afterwards, which Munch was only too happy to supply, he always loved to see someone enjoy eating, especially his cooking!

New character coming' tomorrow! WOO!

[dullahandyke]

Ok hi no more constantly spamming u w liveblogs. Heres one big dgs liveblog

God this game fucking loves the rumble controller. It's so so constant I'm thinking of turning it off... I'm a ds girlie I'm not used to this terror

[ID: Ryuunosuke Naruhodou's blank face.]

^ help me when he went from supremely nervous to still waters when he realised he didnt know your mans name... not a single brain cell in there

Also I'm playing w the jp voices because duh (asougi would NEVER be british) and I love ryuus 'HAI' so much... hes so intense

Asougi hates the British it's awesome <3 go king criticise the government for caving to pressure in order to appease global superpowers

Also I cant help it whenever the asougi dating sim image (you know the one) comes up I Cannot take it seriously.... bro I remember the gimmick blog it's over at that point

Also asougi literally calling ryuu 'partner'... usually I'm not one for 'theyve been dating the whole time' but truly asoryuu boyfriends is the realest... they have a bond found only between 2 gay people from before the stonewall inn was even a twinkle in the mob's eye

THE READING SPRITE WHERE RYUU IS JUST SHUFFLING PAPERS TOGETHER... he is such a mess I love him

HOSONAGA ALERT!!!! HOSONAGA IS HERE!!! now to attempt to disentangle him from my minds main impression of him, from a bad imagines post where hes a catboy maid mewling into the bedsheets

Also I love that the first witness we get is straight up dying of tuberculosis. 'This is what the olden days were like, right. Everyone coughing up blood'

Oh boooo the 'pun' Japanese names... I'll kill u dead his is khura'in all over again

AUCHI LITERSLLY CALLS ASOUGI A BOY NEXT DOOR???? Literal homosexuals...

Also you just know asougi would love unionising. Yes boy exercise every right you are given regardless of the pushback from those for whom it is inconvenient

God ryuu is so nervous and sweaty... when he slams his hands on the bench and they make an audible splat becsuee of how sweaty he is and he nervously looks at them to make sure hes not fucked up...

Also I love how hes always raising his hand... hes so proper

I dont think any of these guys know what a beef cutlet is. Tho nosa giving ryuu food recs for after prison is fun

HOLY FUCK I GOT AN ACHIEVEMENT FOR LRESSING A STSTEMENT LETS GO!!!!!!!!! so hyped for this

God I love ryuus default fact he has the gentle and loving eyes of a cow

SAMURAI WITH A MISSION PLAYING YESYEYEYSYEYSYEYSYESYS WHOPOOOOPOOOOOOOWOOOOOOHOO ASOUGI ILY

OH FUCK OFFFFFF NOT HOTTA CLINIC.... WE NEED 2 GET AWAY FROM THAT FUCK !!!!! *sprays hotti w bug spray*

Help me examining the medical card is so funny... ryuu vc I Hate Doctors I Havent Been Sick Since I Was 5 I Am Immune To Every Disease

Also bubbles is lying down near me shes so cute sleeping... conked out

Also elaborating on the gayness of rhe 'partner' thing, it's mostly bcos of the little pause asougi always does before saying it... its novel and risque innit

Ok I just got up to the first trial break and according to this YouTube video that's only like halfway thru the trial... its nearly midnight I am Not continuing until tomorrow... see u fucks then <3