#but also why does this keep happening. is it like a headphones situation where there's a little break in the wires that messes everything up

[someonesomewheredown]

hmmm I think. the new computer charger is also broken??? that or my computer is fucked

[clairdelunelove]

winning game

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff (gamer!yuuji drabble!)

warnings: suggestive, broad gamer lingo, 2k words

synopsis: yuuji's great at everything and, unsurprisingly, he's an amazing gamer. but what happens when he gets a little– say– distracted?

a.n. woAH who wrote this?! hehe but hear me out, I luv watching streams and I lowkey game on the side soo, this was expected. this was HEAVILY inspired by @r5x95r13ros's beautiful art. I apologize for the person I became while writing this. but oh my gosh, did it change me. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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gamer!yuuji who begs you to sit on his lap while he's gaming because he loves the way you feel on him

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gamer!yuuji who normally doesn’t mind any type of video game genre. it’s fun! just a little hobby that helps him destress after a long day. as long as he has friends that are willing to play, he’s satisfied. however, it’s rather interesting that he seems to do exceptionally well in fps games. it could be due to the fact that he has reflexes like no other. he can and will adapt to any situation, regardless of the fact that he might not have the most experience in the game or he’s still learning the basics. focuses on minor details; like an enemy’s character model glitching through the wall or hearing their footsteps on the floorboards. any hint that’ll pinpoint his enemies location. which is 100% why he’d have his volume turned up to the max. also, he’s a proficient learner. think of him as the type of person that’s automatically skilled at a game even if he’s never played it before. even in real combat, he just has a knack of strategizing ten steps ahead of the enemy team and wins rounds because of it. and he doesn’t possess a competitive drive like some of the ‘rage-quitters’ on his team but he locks in if he manages to make a mistake. he’ll express a sincere, “my bad!” and then douse the entire opposition the next round, making it to the top of the leaderboard. he has this adorable habit where if he unlocks an incredibly rare achievement and you compliment him on the feat, he’ll tilt his head in confusion. just doesn’t grasp how impressive he is. yet he feeds into your praise like if you had a carrot on a stick. beams at you and cheers, “did you see that? did you think it was cool? I can do it again, watch!” 

gamer!yuuji who tries his hardest to stay quiet while he’s on a voice call with friends but you know it won’t last long. you’re relaxing on his small dorm bed, stretched out while scrolling through your phone, and he’s situated at his desk. there’s a controller cradled in his slender fingers. it’s his preferred way of playing fps games and it’s definitely not the easiest (or most frequently used method) but he’s told you that he enjoys the challenge. doesn’t mind not having hotkeys or easy movement to aid him throughout gameplay. hence, causing his skill to be that much more impressive. the neon colors of his pc illuminate the darkened room, creating a glow around his sharp features and his concentration on the screen in front of him gives you the (very) necessary time to appreciatively stare. he’s clad in the dark, hooded zip up jacket that you gifted him for his birthday. you don’t question the logic of how he can hear when his headphones are over the hoodie that’s haphazardly draped over his pink hair. gaze flitting downward, you’re gnawing on your lower lip when the black tank top yuuji’s wearing does little to conceal his collarbones and the prominent dip of his chest. and the attractive sight is almost enough for you to excuse the raucous callouts that leave his lips. “flanking in,” he announces as he subconsciously leans closer to his screen to get a better view, “crap! they’re baiting! to your right!” and he tries to lessen the intensity of his voice– he really does– but he’s caught in the thrill of being the last person alive on his team. 

gamer!yuuji who’s justification for loading into another match is, “it’ll be quick, promise!” he always keeps his promises to you and this is no exception. though, through his headphones, his friends are loudly pleading for him to play another round. and you just don’t have the heart to tell yuuji to turn their request down. “you can play another, yuu. I can wait,” you suggest with a knowing smile. he moves to pull the headset’s mic away and his lips are pulled into a small frown. his words are soft as he asks, “you sure? I can always tell them I gotta spend time with my girl, ya know. they’ll understand.” and there’s a heat that engulfs you at his casual endearment for you that he uses with his friends. you hum, aware that yuuji deserves to relish in some alone time, “yup! don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you’re done.” after your answer, he seems to contemplate your decision because his brows are furrowed. there’s a sharp glint in his eyes that you recognize and know that he’s come up with a consensus. finally, he leans in his seat to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and murmurs a proposal that benefits the both of you, “sit on my lap for this round, will you? jus’ wanna hold you while I’m playing.” and to prove his point, he swivels his chair in your direction. it's a dangerous game he's playing but he hasn't caught on yet. instead, he moves to spread his legs to make enough room for you, his sweatpants causing the motion to be effortless, and ushers you to him with a pat to his thigh. 

gamer!yuuji who doesn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment or shame when his friends clown him over voice chat for whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s enamored by you! thinks that he received a literal blessing when the two of you started dating because, like, you’re perfect! and if you don’t share his sentiment then he’ll continually show you that you’re the only one for him. thus, he feels obligated to remind you every single chance he has. “you’re so pretty,” he coos when you’re seated on his lap. his chest is pressed against your back and quite frankly, it’s almost too surreal for him. this angle is, also, absolutely ideal for him to shower you with the praise and attention that you deserve. and goodness, yuuji makes certain of it. he implores you by lifting your chin with his index finger, his touch is gentle. however, the gaze that he settles upon you is heavy. “the prettiest,” he slurs, “all f’me, right?” and this man has his mic unmuted the entire time. of course his friends are quick to tease him, tossing in their own complaints of, “c’mon man!” or “get a room, lovebirds!” but yuuji’s on cloud nine when you’re in his lap like this. you, on the other hand, are the epitome of flustered. you’re reminded of the breadth of his physique because while he’s not necessarily the biggest male in the world, he’s still brawny. with his sleeves pushed up to his forearms, he reaches around you to grab his controller again and utters a teasing, “aw, you guys are haters,” to his friends. unperturbed by their protests, he leans closer, lulled by your saccharine perfume, and rests his head on your shoulder. just a moment of peace shared between the both of you. his arms come around to encase you in a warm embrace, sweetly asking if you’re comfortable, and before long he’s loading up into another game. 

gamer!yuuji who, while waiting for his teammates to rez him, rests his large hands on your thighs. it’s almost alarming how natural the action is. the scenario that usually happens is that he ends up swearing when his character dies, places his controller down, and dives right back into latching onto your thighs. finds pleasure in how soft you are between his strong fingers. “you need anything? water? snacks?” he asks, ready to do anything for your comfort. his fingertips lovingly trace circles on the curve of your upper thighs as he waits for your answer. a mischievous grin dances on his face when he quickly adds, “more kisses?” and his eagerness causes you to giggle as you teasingly push him away when he drifts toward you. “if you win the game I’ll give you a kiss,” you offer and his eyes light up at your words. but then he’s pouting, “but I haven’t kissed you all day!” and you would’ve felt guilty, given his wide eyes and somber dip of his pretty lips, if it wasn’t for the fact that he already has. “you just gave me a kiss, yuu,” you remind him while you’re still comfortably tucked into his chest. “that was just a kiss on the cheek,” he clarifies and huffs like it was obvious, “let me make it up to you now.” but he’s interrupted by one of his friends hollering for him to focus and you’re a fit of giggles when he outwardly sulks. “they need their star player,” you croon. 

gamer!yuuji who’s reduced to sloppy aim/bad callouts because you’re whispering praises and pressing hot kisses on his neck. you didn’t think it’d end up like this but you can’t help but purr, “did so good, yuu. I’m so proud of you,” when he manages to wipe the opposing squad. and at the recognition, he readjusts himself in his seat and nods to himself. like he’s not expecting the low drawl in your tone. or how warm you are in his lap. there’s a foggy daze in his eyes when you angle yourself closer to him so it’d be easier to cheer him on. “hah, you’re proud of me?” he repeats, eyes glued to the screen in hopes of hearing your pretty voice again. you hum, drawing yourself into the junction of his neck and pressing a sticky kiss at the sensitive spot, “mhm, so proud.” he almost drops his controller, scrambling to regain hold on it, and clears his throat at his mishap when his friends comment on it. his ears are tinged red and he weakly breathes out your name. a warning? a plea for more? you’re not sure but it’s hypnotic the way his eyes droop until they’re half-lidded. it’s when you nip at his neck that he smacks a hand over his mouth to muffle the groan that threatens to leave his lips. “not fair,” he rasps as he misses his shots due to your teasing. his team is losing and their star player is slowly losing his concentration the more the match goes on. you trail kisses along the expanse of his neck, reveling in how he squirms from underneath you. he’s melting. fully dizzy when you press another open-mouthed kiss below his jaw. the game ends with yuuji winning but that’s not his biggest victory at the moment. scrambling to mute himself on his mic, he pivots his attention to you, big brown eyes captivated in yours, and pleads, “please kiss me, baby.” his voice is syrupy and thick, like it’s cemented in his throat. the headphones that he wears are immediately discarded. his hands automatically trail down to hold onto your waist, coercing you even closer in his tight hold. he hovers above your glossy lips, fully mesmerized, and he sweetly begs some more, “please.” 

gamer!yuuji who decides it’s his turn to punish you with his own teasing since he won the game. his hands are all over you, smearing along your body in an attempt to memorize the shape. then, he lifts you up, manhandling you so that your legs are on either side of him. now, you’re finally facing him. he does it with ease. a swoop of his strong arms and you're exactly where he wants you. “this’ll be better,” he voices, mostly to himself. likes the weight of you on him. keeps him grounded. yet you can’t help but notice that even his voice is intoxicating. desperate. it almost borders a groan. he gently presses down on your thighs, efficiently laying you over his lap so you’re flush against him. a slow exhale passes his lips at the contact and you’re hyper-sensitive to how rough the fabric of his sweatpants are. hot, heavy– him. he huffs, amused yet greedy, when you weakly whine. and he considers that his earlier speculation was correct. you’re the prettiest like this; cheeks flared with desire and fingers needily tugging at him. he’s not any better. blushy hair a tousled mess and a tinge of red dusting across his face. there are hearts in his eyes. the air between the two of you is suffocating. but he breathes you in like he’s deprived and he’s finally getting his fill now. “gonna let me play with you now, pretty girl?” his breathing is raspy, rising at the ends of it like you have a grip on him that you’re unaware of. he brings a calloused hand up and drapes it along your neck. it's so large in comparison that his thumb brushes along your nape. feels you gulp beneath the press of his fingertips and you're going cross-eyed from mapping out the veins on his hands. and he might ask you about it after. or he might use it as leverage later on. a fact is known though. unknowingly, you flipped a switch within him and this time he won’t lose.

[brionysea]

⭐ sorry about this, but i wanted to ask about your allison and five fic that you did a while back; 'the garden's overgrown'? ❤️

no need to be sorry, this is what i reblogged the ask game for! - the garden's overgrown

this one was a while ago. pre-the umbrella academy season 3 (back when i still had hope, lol). my thought process for writing it was mostly wanting allison and five to have shared screentime - mostly in the badass sense, because they'd be unstoppable together, but that's not really my vibe when writing so i went for the emotional aspect instead

i think allison is always the most... determined, to have a normal life. mostly because she actually built one for herself when claire was born. i think that's a really good match for how five never really learned how to be a person, and allison's so caring that i could see her pushing him towards figuring that out (even in little ways like "taking breaks" and "eating" and "sleeping"). she realised that the way reginald treated them wasn't right when she became a parent too ("mind controlling your child is unethical," says the law - even though they didn't care about ethics when allison was a child soldier for a billionaire who bought babies and made them fight bank robbers - and allison decides, all on her own, to be better), so she's doing the thing where you become an adult, realise your parents' shortcomings, and just start raising yourself. that's where her reaching out to viktor so much comes from, because if claire was treated the way viktor was as a child, allison would probably kill someone

the thing with claire... it kind of makes sense that five tapped out of the conflict at that point in the show, because all of his siblings were alive (even ben! sort of), and he was exhausted so he decided claire's non-existence wasn't his problem, but that doesn't... sit right with me. his whole thing is family, and allison would never be happy without her daughter - yeah yeah, "i'm not looking for happy," but they're still in the wrong timeline and his perfectionist tendencies and understanding of the consequences of time travel could never accept that - so he keeps pushing himself to fix things the right way. plus, even if he did stop running, that lifetime of trauma would inevitably catch up with him. i understand why the show can't delve into that, but realistically that's what would happen if he took a break, and i think it's a really fascinating explanation for why he never stops. even when he's actively bleeding out

and back to allison! i love allison. it was really nice writing from a woman character's perspective. i already mentioned this in the fic's end note, but i had laryngitis when i wrote it (don't scream-sing with headphones on; bad), and that really influenced all the references to the bad stuff that's happened to allison's throat throughout the show (she can't catch a break - logical weaknesses for plot-breaking powers suck), and also how linguistically-focused someone with a Magic Voice's perspective would be. i slipped a little bit of her experience as an actor in there too, because come on, allison is so smart. why wouldn't that come up regularly when she's trying to manipulate her siblings into self-care?

to highlight a particular section that i always giggle about on re-reads, because i think i'm very clever:

She remembers holding a gun to her brother’s head.

She doomed the world—doomed Claire—because she refused to do what her father would have expected of her in that situation.

She chose door number three and everything immediately fell apart.

Isn’t that just typical.

this really explains everything about allison (aka Number Three) to me. no matter what she does, she can't win. she loses her childhood, her brothers, her daughter, her first marriage, her voice, her siblings, her time, her rights, her second marriage, her daughter again after giving up her second husband to come back to her, her whole world every time she rebuilds it from the ground up - she loses everything whether she uses her powers or not, whether she tries to be good or not, whether she listens to the ghost of reginald hargreeves or not. this woman can get anything she wants with just a few words, and yet she still can't have anything at all. isn't that ironic? isn't that deeply tragic?

and that is exactly why the natural direction of allison's character is going off the deep end. no more playing nice. her daughter was taken from her, allison has the ability to reshape reality, and she's going to use it. i don't believe five really has a lot of creativity or understanding of allison's powers when he says there's nothing she can do; he's been away for so long, his brain is probably fried, and she's smarter than anyone gives her credit for. she could think of something besides five's (let's face it, historically unstable) equations to get them out of this. and with allison helping five get them all to the elusive reality where their family can finally be safe and happy and together, he would actually succeed for once. which is presumably why the show has thus far refused to let this dream team happen (like powerful klaus, it fixed everything in the comics, and therefore it would break the show)

director's cut commentary on fanfiction

[sarahrogersevans]

Boom it’s me again hello world!

Ooooo what about if Chris has a daughter who he adopted or just had a shit mum (like Luna in a way) and chris is ✨single dad teacher! Chris✨ and she’s finding it hard being at his school so she’s usually always with Chris and in the sensory room because she does work independently with a teaching assistant and it’s a bad day for her and she’s just not okay mentally or emotionally so Chris just keeps a close eye on her and let’s her be but steps in when she gets too overwhelmed because she can sometimes zone out and hurt herself without knowing she’s doing it because ✨trauma response✨ and be brings her back and make sure she is fully back and safe and watches her closely so she doesn’t dissociate again and there’s all the fluff like she uses noise cancelling headphones when she needs, heavy hoodies from her dad etc etc and she’s trying to cope but it leads to this above situation ❤️

Only if you’re comfortable doing it of course!

School Can Be A Bit Much But My Teacher Dad Makes It Better- Teacher! Chris xreader fan fic request

Summary: Reader is having a hard time focusing at school and their anxiety is high and has flashbacks and Chris helps bring them back to now and comforts them

Warnings: mentions of dissociating, mentions of anxiety, comfort fluff, angst, fluff, soft Chris, mentions of having flashbacks, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

Today is a really bad day for me mentally and being at school on a bad day is hard but luckily my teacher (also my dad) is letting me stay in the sensory room today and he comes and checks up on me every so often while I try and do some school work on my own. I keep dissociating without realizing it and I started to bite my nails again while reading my text book. My dad Chris comes in the room and says “hey Y/N, how is your worksheet coming- hey some of your fingers are bleeding kiddo what happened??”

I looked down at my hand and then remembered that I had bitten them bad enough to make them bleed. My dad noticed I wasn’t totally wasn’t focusing on where I was and looked at me and said “bad day huh?” I can’t to more when he closes my text book and wiped my face of my tears and nodded saying “I’m .. I'm sorry dad I can’t focus on work, too much going on in my mind.” My dad rubbed my back and said “hey that’s ok sweetheart no problem why don’t you try and relax a bit for now and we can get the rest done in a bit hmm?”

(Chris’s POV)

I was concerned about Y/N when I saw her nails and fingers were bleeding and I know she’s been through a lot with her mom in the past and I just have Y/N make sure she’s safe and cared for and don’t wanna push her to get everything done now and take it slow. Y/N sat back in the chair and rubbed her neck and put her head in her hands and I sat closer to her and said “hey Y/N shhh it’s ok hey I’m here kiddo you’re safe I promise.” Y/N looked over at me and said “safe..” and she had a shy smile and I nodded smiling back at her and said “that’s right pumpkin, here why don’t I help you with your assignment for English and then we can go get something to eat and then get back at it again?” She nodded and she hugged me saying “thank you dad I love you.”

I’m glad Y/N trusts me I know it’s not easy for her so I was happy to know I’m able to help her through her hard days. We got some lunch and then I had us play a game to give her brain a break from work and I think it really helped because she started being more open. Y/N said “school can be a bit much but my teacher dad makes it better, I’m glad you’re my teacher you make class fun.” I smiled and said “honey I’ll always be here to help you and help make things easier whenever you need me I’m here for you I promise kiddo it’s gonna be ok.”

(Y/N’s POV)

I started feeling more calm and Chris really helped making sure I was fully back and he has ways of making my class assignments easier and would make it more fun and when I felt stuck he would give me fun hints and I’d be able to pick up on it and it really helped distract me from my flashbacks that I had and I still felt a bit anxious but not as bad as I first was. Chris gave me space to work on the other assignments but still kept a close eye on me to make sure I was ok and I started to zone out again a bit and Chris came back over by me and said “hey Y/N do you remember that fun game we played earlier and how it helped you?” I came to and looked over at him and nodded and said “yea whenever I was stuck you would sing a song to help give me hints.” He smiled at me and said “how about we listen to some music for a bit I know music is always helps you.” Chris got his phone out and put on my favorite song and I patted my legs and sang along and Chris smiled at me and said “that’s my girl I’m so proud of you Y/N, you’re never alone we’ll get through these hard days together.”

Ok so I hope I did well 🤔🥺 I really hope you like it lovey ♥️♥️♥️ I’m sorry I was late with this one xx

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[caustic-pixie]

I see the tide of Tumblr discourse shifting around "it's not cool and edgy to hate children they are allowed to exist as kids in public" which, yes, AND I would like to offer that most people who say they hate kids don't actually hate kids, they hate neglectful parents.

Look. The sound of a baby crying is annoying, but it's supposed to be. We're hard-wired to pay attention to the sounds of a distressed child. You know what's supposed to happen when a kid cries? A parent, guardian, or other caretaker is supposed to respond. Remove the kid from the unsafe or overwhelming stimulus so they can calm down. Attend to the hunger or thirst or overheating. Put a bandage on the knee scrape. Get the toy back from the strange kid who stole it. Acknowledge the hurt feelings because somebody scared them. Do something.

A child crying for a few seconds, a couple of minutes, isn't actually a big deal. But when you have parents bringing kids into situations that are obviously overwhelming, without having prepared their kids on How To Behave / How To Get Help, that is what results in a lot of people glibly saying "I hate kids". Because they are repeatedly experiencing parents using public space in a way that is inconsiderate to everyone else and in a way that is uncomfortable or downright unsafe for their own kids. That includes, by the way, using public space in a way that is inconsiderate or unsafe for other children.

Why does your 3 year old need to use a tablet with full sound and no headphones? Why is your infant's first experience of a restaurant being one that's known to have blaring music and slamming/clashing plates during the afternoon rush? How did you prepare your six year old for their first multi-hour plane ride - did you talk about upset stomachs or sore ears, turbulence, how you can't kick the seat in front of you? Do your kids know why it's important to keep your hands to yourself in a store?

I don't actually think most people "hate" kids. Even when they're annoying, most folks are just annoyed. The big frustration comes in because we don't have the common language to say that we hate being stuck in situations where parents don't parent. We don't have a lot of cultural mechanisms that show us that it's okay for older kids, or strange adults, to intervene when we see situationally inappropriate kid behavior.

We hate situations where we see a kid who, based on culture and developmental milestones, doesn't seem to have safety awareness (don't run around someone carrying heavy/sharp objects!) or respect other people's autonomy (ask before taking someone's things!). We hate situations where a child is old enough to whisper and shout but hasn't practiced "inside v outside voice". We don't feel like we can safely address these problems, so those behaviors continue.

Kids should be kids! Kids should be annoying! They should be loud, playful, rambunctious, and silly. They should also be cared for, taught, and supported in the moment by their caretakers and that includes experiencing consequences and learning, through practice and explanation, the rules of how to behave on a playground versus a library.

Kids are always learning, and the other side of that coin is that they need to be taught.

[schizosupport]

Hi! I hope it's okay that I'm asking for slightly personal advice, I feel you are more understanding than most, although I also don't know many other neurodivergent people, and your blog has helped me (and others!) so much. I'm schizophrenic and have a lot of sensory issues. My friends birthday is coming up next week, we're going to spend the day together. She loves to go shopping and out to eat and all of the fun stuff. We're planning on going to the mall, then target, then dinner, then my place. I absolutely hate going to malls and huge stores such as target or Walmart. I'm dreading it actually, (not spending time with her just the shopping part.) I get very overstimulated by all the sounds and noises and I also get paranoid about the people around us, so it's a lot. But I want to go for her since it's her bday and I don't see her much. Do you have any advice on how to help with getting overstimulated, and how to help with my paranoia?

Hi there! It's no problem at all, I usually answer all types of questions, unless I'm too tired and forget, but that's nothing to do with the type of question ;)

Ok so for sensory issues and paranoia in this type of situation.. Hmm, first off, I feel the need to ask if your friend is aware that this might not be the ideal environment for the two of you to hang out? It's valid for you all to still go, if it's something she really loves and wants to share with you, but if she isn't aware, I also think that it's both ok and a good idea to let her know that this will be a lot for you.

In some situations in the past I would push myself past my limit without even letting people know I was close the edge, and in the end it resulted in me being distant at events, or even breaking down. On a few occasions, even if my goal had been to make my friends happy, I ended up accidentally ruining their plans. Even if it's not close to a breaking point, I generally recommend honesty. In its own way, I feel like 'going to the mall is really difficult for me, but I know it makes you happy, so I'm going to do my best and come with!' is a really really sweet notion.

Another reason why it's good to bring it up with your friend (if you haven't already) is because it might be nice for her to be in on the contingency plans.

Overstimulation come in many flavors. For those who get auditory overstimulation, a pair of headphones with familiar sounds (and perhaps even active noise cancelling) can be a godsend. But to the casual observer who may not know of the struggle, they might take it as a sign that their friend is bored or not feeling social, if they put on headphones. For me, visual overstimulation is a huge thing. The only "cure" I know is to close my eyes. If I'm with trusted people who know, they can guide me for a bit, and let me know when it's safe to look. If I'm alone I'll retreat to sit somewhere where I can just keep my eyes closed for a while.

There's many other cases ofc, but my point is. It's really helpful if your friend is aware in what way you might get overstimulated, what are the symtoms, and how she may be able to help/what not to take personally. It's also fair in this type of situation to have an agreement that while you are coming with, in case it's more triggering than expected, and you feel poorly, there should be a plan B.

It's not rude to have a plan B together, in fact it's important. That way your friend is prepared that this could happen, and it will be a less sudden change of plans if it happens, which will make it easier emotionally for both of you.

Often, even just knowing that a plan B exists, is enough to calm me down to go through with plan A.

Mall - Target - dinner - your place does sound like a lot of context changes. If the plan is not set in stone, it might be worthwhile to consider simplifying a little.

You could bring takeout back to your place, for example. I find that after a long and overstimulating day, sitting in a potentially noisy restaurant environment is often the last thing I want. If you cook, you could also offer to cook something for her (ideally something you can mostly prepare in advance). This gives you a good excuse to head home a bit early.

Alternatively, i guess target is a store that is separate from the mall. So maybe if you skip target, you can have dinner at the mall, and then you get to go straight home after.

I know this might not be the advice you're hoping for, but to be honest I think that making realistic plans and managing expectations is a very important aspect of taking care of yourself (AND your relationships).

Most good friends don't want us to push us past our limits, and it's important that we let them know when we are near one, so they have a chance to take it into account.

As far as managing paranoia in public places go, I have not found a foolproof way. Getting enough sleep and food, trying to avoid overstimulation and overexertion, and having contingency plans is all part of the game. In the past I've used mantras that helped, until they became a compulsion, so it's not really a recommendation.

For me my looks can matter. If I feel dirty or unkempt I'm more likely to feel that I stand out. It helps to wear clothes that make me feel confident, either in a low-key trying to blend in way, or in a high key alternative fashion look at my clothes not me way.

Sometimes mapping out escape routes/plans in the back of my head can calm me down, but at other times it's just triggering..

I don't think there's any one size fits all approach available, but the main thing is that if you haven't already, I think you should let your friend know that while you are very excited to do all the things with her in theory, experience tells you it might be a lot. And then have an honest talk with her about what to do if it's too much, or if there's some way to make the plan a bit more realistic.

Best of luck in any case, I hope you have fun with your friend regardless!!

[plutolovesyou]

another day, another sighting of hallway crush ellie. what'll go down today? you can read part one here! see the series masterlist here!

☆: hi lovely gay people in my phone. here's part two to hallway crush ellie! it may be a little lazily written apologies, but i was too excited to cook up another part for y'all after the first one kinda exploded. so yeah, thanks for reading. not much happens here but i wrote it a little more formally than the previous one. so hope you like it! this is also my first time using picsart and a divider and all that...no clue how it all works anyway all y'all who asked for more i hope this finds you in the sea that is tlou tumblr.

◇: wc: 0.7k-ish, modern au!ellie, both in university, sfw.

a couple weeks had passed at this point, and every day you were looking forward to your favorite class. astrophysics. you've begun to walk to that class with a pep in your step, every day planning out the couple-moment encounter of passing by your favorite stranger. you didn't even wholly know why you were so enchanted by her. was it her effortless swagger, or her mysterious stoic demeanor you were desperate to crack? you two hadn't even introduced yourselves formally yet, you were merely classmates who happened to find each other in the same hall at the same time each day. you weren't totally sure yet, but because of her, that difficult class has risen to be your favorite one of the day.

but today, you were feeling so down in the dumps, and just completely drained. bags under your eyes and tea thermos in hand, you absolutely dreaded the droning of your astrophysics professor. trudging through the hallway, you're on high alert, keeping an eye out for her, but trying not to be obvious about it. just sneaking peeks around you here and there. opening the door yourself this time, a pit forms in your stomach. where. the fuck. was she??? this day just got a whole lot worse, you think, as you sit down at your seat, plop your bag down on the floor, and rest your head on the table in front of you, over crossed arms. you could REALLY benefit from a sighting of your girl who isn't really your girl whose name you don't even know yet who probably doesn't know you exist but is so scrumptious looking you just wanna- SLAM. a loud sound jolts you out of your wallowing and you, along with the other few hundred students, all look to see what in the world just happened. (now, this particular lecture hall wasn't small, so it was quite echo-y.) *insert a holy choir of angels singing, because she has made her entrance.*

ellie stands at the doorway, wide-eyed, face red and breathing heavily. “sorry i’m late!!” she loudly apologizes to the professor, who just squints and resumes teaching. her voice….ohmygosh her voice. she looked so cute, embarrassed for interrupting, but you were so, SO glad she was here. you watched as she made her way to her seat clumsily, with a huge grin on your face as you observed. you were shamelessly staring as she tried to get herself situated in her seat, dropping pens and all her things, face getting redder from the ridiculous situation. today she was dressed in a pearl jam t-shirt, no jacket, black jeans, those massive headphones lazily hanging around her neck, and how could we ever forget her beloved converse. from where you were sitting far away from her, you couldn't make out too many details, but you swore her laces were untied…hm, so she isn't effortlessly put together all the time after all? you were lost in thought, planning out scenarios, choosing names for your future kids, preparing for the fated day you summon the courage to introduce yourself....until you realized you were still staring her way. to your surprise she meets your eye, and her face morphs into a ‘yikes’ expression, eyebrows jumping and teeth bared (☆: how the fuck does one explain facial expressions i'm losing it here. you know, the kinda '😬' face.), but there was a smile playing in her eyes. you cover your mouth to stifle a giggle as she turns to face the professor and you follow, thinking, fuckkkk…this crush is getting serious….

part 3??

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[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy Chapter 4: Does Life Hand You Lemons or Do You Grow Them Yourself? (Also on Ao3)

Ao3 is back up, so that means the next update!

Rosita’s eyes blinked open and she let out a hum, today she got to sleep in. One of the nicer things about being a grad student was that she didn’t have classes in the morning. There had been that one her first semester, but she swore never again. And her department had so far allowed her to keep that promise.

She stared up at the ceiling and counted to ten to try and will herself out of the cozy embrace of her comforter. On her fourth try, she managed to pull herself from bed and wander to her coffee maker.

In between last minute formatting changes and almost missing deadlines, she had managed to set it to automatically brew. She let out another hum after her first sip and felt some life flicker back from beneath her eyelids.

Rosita grabbed her phone and flicked the screen on. Wynonna hadn’t texted her. Not, that it mattered. No, in the two days that had passed since their very memorable time in a bathroom (and really why was it in a bathroom), she hadn’t heard anything from Wynonna.

She’d also mostly been studying. 

But still.

Not that she had reached out to her, Rosita reminded herself. Last night, during her shift, she’d managed not to break anything (thank god), but did overpour a couple drinks when they barely made eye contact across the bar.

Wynonna hadn’t come up to her once, sending Doc or Dolls or, on one occasion, going to Waverly when Rosita was getting stuff from the basement.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

She was not freaking out. She hadn’t thought about it at all. It was not distracting her from getting her paper finished in a reasonable hour. It was just a kiss. Between friends. Who were fake dating other people and couldn’t tell anyone else and needed to let off a little steam. Sure, they both thought the other was attractive, but that’s just the cards they were dealt.

“Oh my god,” Rosita muttered aloud, “Did I really do this to myself?”

Because only she would end up fake dating someone’s sister who she’d sloppily made out with. What was she going to do?

Should she text? Rosita clasped her warm mug of coffee, no, she decided. It was nice, it was fun, she wouldn’t be opposed if it happened again, but she was not going to make this situation any more complicated than it needed to be. Not on purpose.

“You need to help me.” Rosita slammed her books onto the table and Jeremy jumped, clutching his chest.

“What?” He asked as he pulled off his headphones.

“You need to help me.” Rosita repeated, “I don’t know who else to ask.”

“Um thanks?”

Rosita took a seat. She had fifteen minutes before Waverly’s last class ended which gave her a max of thirty minutes to explain, “I have a problem. About Wynonna.”

“Waverly’s sister?”

“Yes, and she’s an idiot who almost blew our cover,” Rosita gestured at herself and where Waverly usually sat, “So she’s fake dating Nicole-”

“I already knew that.” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, that’s not the problem, the problem is that we sorta made out a bit in the bathroom after my shift one day, and now we’re both ignoring it, but I don’t know if I know how to ignore it. Because one, she’s super hot, and two, despite her horrible ideas I do enjoy plotting with her, and three, it’s not like I can kiss anyone else.”

“So, wait,” Jeremey said, “You’re asking me for relationship advice?”

“No! Well, fine, yes! Now, my problem.”

“I just, I’ve never even been in a relationship.”

“Jeremy.”

“Okay, okay, I can focus. Um,” He stared at her, “What exactly are you asking?”

Rosita laid her face on the table. It was the one they always used, so she hoped it was relatively clean. Of course, there was no way of knowing what went on when they weren’t here. She lifted her head up quickly. “Do I like her?”

“Wynonna?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.”

Jeremy opened his mouth and closed it several times. “Why would I know?”

“Jeremy!”

“Okay, okay,” Jeremy said, “So you’ve already mentioned that you think she’s hot and that you like spending time with her,” He put up two fingers, “I’m ignoring the part where you mentioned she’s the only one you can date,” He gestured around the library, “We literally go to a school that no one else in Purgatory does. You could date someone here.”

“Ugh.” Rosita grumbled.

“What else, oh, do you think about her a lot?” Jeremy asked.

“Wh-”

“Not when you’re annoyed about her and Nicole and keeping that from Waverly.” He cut in and Rosita’s mouth snapped closed.

“I mean yeah? I keep wanting her to text me or show up at my apartment.”

“Did this happen before?” He waggled his eyebrows in such a way that Rosita momentarily contemplated giving up men forever.

“Not really? I mean it’s happened since the whole situation, but I didn’t know her that well, so this is all new, but I do like seeing her.”

“I’ll give that a half.” Jeremy said and curled a finger so it looked like he had arthritis. “Let’s see, let’s see,” They settled into silence as he drummed on the table trying to think of something else. “Have you thought about a future with her?”

“A future?”

“Yeah, like are you imagining what it would look like if you were dating?”

Rosita leaned back, “No? I’ve never considered it,” Her mind now whirled with images of what it would be like and realized she’d never seen Wynonna in a serious relationship before, “But Wynonna doesn’t really date and stuff.”

“Oh, so this would just be a hookup,” He smirked.

“Jeremy!” Rosita kicked him under the table.

“What’s wrong?” Waverly’s voice came from nowhere and they both whipped around and stared at her in horror. “Do I have something on my face?” She asked.

“No! Everything’s fine!” Jeremy screeched. Rosita kicked him under the table again and he gave a smile that looked like a grimace.

“Nothing you can help us with.” Rosita said. “Just biochem.”

“Yep those pesky molecules.” Jeremy kept the dumb smile on his face.

“Okay?” 

Rosita sighed, that didn’t help. She should have known there was no point in asking Jeremy.

Rosita sees them before they see her, and she can only thank god for small miracles. Wynonna and Nicole are leaving the police station, likely ending their shifts, and Rosita isn’t proud that she tries to hide behind a car.

It’s a good thing that no one in Purgatory knows her mother.

Of course, Purgatory also means that there’s no alleys between here and her apartment, no shops she could justifiably duck into. So, unless they are completely wrapped up with each other they will see her.

And since Nicole and Wynonna aren’t in love, she will just need to grin and bear it.

It was just a kiss.

There’s nothing to be weird about.

Not even if she’d thought a lot about getting Wynonna into her apartment for something more than a kiss.

Rosita smiled at them once Nicole spotted her and immediately grabs Wynonna’s hand.

“Hi Rosita.” Nicole said. “Wynonna and I were just on a date.”

“A date?” Rosita and Wynonna both say.

Rosita bit her lip to keep from laughing as Nicole slammed her boot onto Wynonna’s foot. It wouldn’t have worked even if Wynonna didn’t let out a grunt and stumble, only to be caught by Nicole still gripping her hand.

“At the police station?” Rosita can’t help herself.

“Yes,” Nicole agreed, “Wynonna and I just have so much fun together. Anywhere.” 

Wynonna stared at Nicole like she’d announced they were both going sober.

“What did you do on your date?” Rosita never claimed to be a good person.

Nicole’s eyes widen and she elbowed Wynonna, “Just got released.” Wynonna said, “I picked up Nicole, she got a bit drunk last night. You know how it gets. ” Nicole’s jaw dropped in an expression of pure outrage. Wynonna winked at Rosita, “Nicole’s a wild thing.”

“I’ve heard that about redheads.” Rosita questioned like they were talking about the weather.

Wynonna and her ignore Nicole choking beside them.

“The rumors are true,” Wynonna nodded and cocked her hip, “They’ll suggest things you’ve never dreamed of.”

“In her uniform?” Rosita questioned.

Wynonna leaned forward and for a split second Rosita swore Wynonna’s eyes darted down to her lips. “You would not believe what we’ve gotten up to with those handcuffs.”

“Wynonna!” Nicole pulled Wynonna down the street by her collar, practically dragging her through the street. “Sorry, need to go. Dinner!” And marched her off.

Rosita watched them, trying and failing to keep from laughing. As they disappear from sight she made her way into her apartment. She shivered, despite the fact it, for once, isn’t actually that cold. She could have sworn Wynonna’s last words were a promise.

Waverly: is it true????

Wavelry: you have to tell me!!!

Rosita: tell you what?

Waverly: did Nicole spend the night at the station?

Rosita: why would i know that?

Wavelry: Nicole said she saw you with Wynonna

Rosita: i just saw them leaving the station

Waverly: i can’t believe this

Rosita: did nicole really not come home last night?

Waverly: I have no idea

Waverly: I went to bed early and got up early

Waverly: I didn’t hear her last night

Waverly: I can’t be around her right now

Rosita: you can come over if you want

Rosita lifted the squealing kettle off her stove, hoping that the tea is as calming and soothing as the packaging suggests. She took a glance at her couch, where Waverly is still laying down pretending that she’s not crying.

She felt horrible. She’s questioned herself multiple times since this charade started, but this time, well, they don’t have any excuse.

Why Nicole had felt the need to tell Waverly the obvious lie that Wynonna said was beyond her. She hadn’t even had a chance to text Wynonna because Waverly had shown up almost instantaneously after she offered. 

“I just, I can’t believe it!” Waverly had hiccuped. “Wynonna’s getting her in trouble and she’s getting thrown in the drunk tank.”

It really had to be the only time that Waverly hadn’t clocked all of her roommate’s movements.

Though, what would Waverly do if she knew that Nicole was lying?

Maybe the two would finally talk about their feelings?

No, Rosita admitted to herself, if that was the case they would have been together a long time ago.

“She didn’t look that bad,” Rosita said.

“And that makes it better?”

Rosita handed the tea cup to Waverly, who took it with a sniffle. “It’s going to be alright.”

“I thought Nicole would help balance Wynonna!”

Rosita sighed, “I don’t think anyone can balance Wynonna.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

It really wasn’t.

“It will be alright.”

“How?” Waverly cried.

Rosita rubbed small circles on Waverly’s back and tried to come up with an answer. It was fake? Nicole definitely did not get mini arrested? She’d probably be fired if she got thrown into the drunk tank in uniform, so obviously it wasn’t real? “It was one date,” Rosita settled on, “Did you think they wouldn’t go on dates?”

“I don’t know!” Waverly took a sip of the tea and frowned at it. Great, Rosita thought, it probably tasted horrible and full of anxiety. “I just, I forget, you know, when Nicole’s home and we do dinner together, that she’s dating my sister. And this, it just hit me. They’re together doing things without me and will for the rest of their lives.” Waverly sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“No. It’s nowhere near as stupid as deciding to fake date your coworker to make your roommate jealous.” Waverly gave a weak smile. “You’re allowed to be heartbroken, you can’t just bottle this up and will it out of existence. I mean, are you getting a little ahead of yourself about the rest of their lives? Yeah, let them get through a month first.”

Which they wouldn’t, Rosita was certain. She was privately betting that Nicole would break it off after getting fed up with Wynonna’s antics. It really was a shame that Jeremy refused to put any money up because he “hadn’t actually met them.”

“Well I want to,” Waverly said with a determined pout that made her look absolutely adorable, “I don’t want to feel this. It’s pathetic.”

Rosita rubbed circles on her back. “I’m sorry, that’s just a part of being human.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” Rosita said, “Sometimes it does.”

She hoped this would still be a fun story to tell at their wedding.

Rosita: why did you NOT TELL NICOLE I KNEW YOU WERE LYING

Wynonna: about wut?

Rosita: nicole being arrested

Rosita: duh

Wynonna: obviously she knew you knew

Wynonna: duh

Rosita: well she’s an idiot

Rosita: and so are you

Rosita: because she told waverly about it and i just spent the last TWO HOURS calming her down!!!!!

Wynonna: oh shit

Rosita: oh shit is right earp

The only nice thing about grad school (okay that was a little dramatic) was that it was able to completely distract her from the mess of her personal life. Wynonna and her were, well, not avoiding each other, but not not avoiding each other. Wavelry and Nicole were both still reeling from the supposed date, and Rosita was able to focus on the fact that her professors hated her.

She couldn’t prove it, but the fact they’d all assigned papers due in the same week had to mean something. They were in the same department! They probably had some academic calendar where they had to put all the major assignments and tests, and yet, Rosita did not have her laptop open underneath the counter during her shift.

Not for lack of trying.

Her behemoth of a laptop didn’t fit neatly into a spot that didn’t contain seventeen water hazards, and she really couldn’t afford to break her laptop. Not just for figuring out where she would get the money to replace it. If her school work disappeared into the ether she would probably just drop the program.

She was not going through these headaches again.

At least Wednesdays were chill enough that she couldn’t keep a notebook and pencil out where she could write anything that swam to her head as she tried to figure out these stupid proofs. If Professor Di Vito wasn’t so fucking respected she would have quit his class the first week of the semester.

But no, she needed that sweet, sweet recommendation letter.

“Can I get the usual?” Sheriff Nedley’s rasp woke her up from her last scribblings (ones she knew were pointless, but if she didn’t get them out of her head soon she would drown herself and probably break something).

“Yes, of course.” Rosita nodded and then went to fiddle with the ancient coffee maker that only knew how to burn coffee. Not that Nedley seemed to mind. “Is that all?”

He let out a hum, one of the annoying ones that residents here did to mean, you’re not a fucking local, if you were you would know what I was saying with this monosyllabic grunt, and stared at her as he took a sip of the coffee. Rosita barely prevented herself from wincing. That stuff was not good.

She’d tried it once when she’d had to come straight from a lecture and two labs and work to closing. She still wasn’t sure the caffeine was worth it.

“You know that Waverly’s a very special girl.” He said.

Rosita bit back a cough and straightened up. Oh, so it would be one of these. “Yes.” If she was Nicole or some other suckup she would add a sir, but they were in her place of work. Granted, this was the only place Nedley and her ever saw each other, but that was beside the point.

His eyes narrowed at her. “I’m sure you know how much Waverly means to Purgatory, and I hope you understand that if you hurt her,” He trailed off, his eyes dark, and Rosita understood why Nedley had survived as the Sheriff for so long.

“I have no intention of that.” Rosita said. “I promise.”

He gave a tiny nod, the look on his face clearly saying he didn’t believe her, but he went back to his usual booth. Rosita stared after him until Jimmy waved for another beer.

Well, one good thing happened during that horribly uncomfortable conversation, she wasn’t thinking about that stupid proof anymore.

Damnit.

[tealeafsoda]

BEING AUTISTIC + CLOSE TO IDIA SHROUD

Pairing: Idia Shroud x reader (platonic/ romantic)

Content: requested, gn reader (you/your), autistic reader + idia (:D), implied sensory overload, fluff, 753 words

Notes: I have never finished a request faster omgee, heres P1 btw

•Playing video games is a guessing game of who's going to mimic a phrase or accent first

•Pausing games to explain lore. Or to just go on about characters, settings or coding

•Having a mutual agreement to just. Mute The Game when a character begins yelling in an angry tone (captions are a lifesaver)

•Largely disliking Coach Vargas for the same reason (he's loud, he's shouty, he's rude)

•Relating over misreading social situations completely (e.g. Idia's pe kit vignette) And mutually agreeing that Neurotypicals need to Get A Grip and be straightforward (this also helping lessen the guilt and anxiety around asking each other for clarification). Complaining about how Neurotypicals act in general together (it's cathartic)

•Never talking to each other in the morning. Not just because of your wrecked sleeping schedule but also a shared understanding that holding a conversation in the morning Is Hell.

•Possessing a pacing stim will have you marching around his room whilst Idia tries to keep up with your rambling

•If you have a fidgeting stim, then there are stim/fidget toys strewn around Idia's bedroom (Ortho keeps on buying the latest ones) that are free for you to use

•A biting stim (clothes, pens, straws etc) is something you would have in common with Idia. This, paired with his sharp teeth, is why, you find out, he tries not to use pencils or pens as one time his chewing made the ink explode in his face (it's now his picture in your contacts)

•Idia is somewhat sensitive about his gaming consoles, so if you have a hand flapping stim, he freaks out a little if you're holding it and stimming

•RSD making games such as otome ones, where you risk choosing the wrong option, a nightmare. So playing one with him including searching up the answers, whether Idia likes or not (him actually doing it too at times)

•You both understanding how important hyperfixations can be and taking turns letting the other go on about their special interest in conversations that can last hours. It being the most comfortable you see Idia when he talks

•Whenever his hoodie gets too wrecked from overuse or chewing on his hood/sleeves/hoodie strings etc. Being there as a reminder to get a fresh one, whether it's cleaning or buying (he's rich, he can afford it). But also not being too forward as new clothes sometimes just Aren't The Same. And you get that

•Whenever his fixation does change to a new form of media, Idia being able to afford every piece of merch available (but him getting you stuff related to your special interest on holidays/ special occasions, so you won't Eat The Rich this time you guess) One time he got you a weighted blanket that matched his, it's still in the Top Things He's Ever Given You (an unofficial ranking)

•You both having a month-long pre-plan for all special events in the games you play together because the first time Idia called you to play one with him, it was out of the blue and risked your routine. Ever since then, they've become a genuine, important part of your day-to-day life.

•Speaking of routine, Friday is designated Game Night and the hang-out you both try not to avoid the most

•Though Sensory Overload is a Bitch, which makes multiplayer chat even better for the both of you as you can game together, but separately!

•When finding out Idia's headphones were allowed due to sensory issues, him giving you suggestions on how to get the same help at school.

•Facetiming/calls where neither of you actually say anything to each other and just hang out digitally and do your own thing.

•That happening in his bedroom as well. And it being an effective way to talk in person without having to feel the pressure to keep eye contact (because even the strongest of autistic friendships endure masking)

•Other times messaging each other once and it counting as your full interaction for the day (and it not having any ulterior meaning like arguing or being upset)

•When visiting locations from his anime, cities tending to be the place you frequent at the least (a personal preference of Idia's). You both began going even less when you visited a restaurant with the worst fluorescent lights imaginable, and then left to a street filled with rowdy fans leaving a Magift game.

•Using his interests to distract/ build confidence in Idia when his anxieties on these trips get the better of him.

[silver-tongued-bby]

Discretion

Pairing: Dom!CEO!Loki x Reader

Summary: After dropping out of grad school and moving back home you expected very little of your summer. That is until you realise your neighbour, Mr. Laufeyson, has other plans. Set in the mid 90s!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dom!Loki fic - though it's not super bd/sm heavy, it explores themes of voyeurism, dub!con spanking, humiliation and degradation. Sexual acts are described including vaginal fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving) and sexual intercourse (f/m). Smoking is also described. Please read at your own discretion (hehe see what I did there?).

Words: 5,026

Author's Note: I'm excited to say that this is my first ever submission for a challenge! Specifically it's for @boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge.

I chose prompt 12 (Home for the Summer) and a slightly edited version of quote 17 ("If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me sweetheart darling.") then for kinks I chose voyeurism/exhibitionism and degradation though there's a sprinkling of praise kink in there too.

Not sure why when I think of summer I think of mid 90s summers but here we are. This kinda went places I didn't expect, nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

...

God you were bored.

Stretching out on the lounge chair you sighed, letting your shoulders droop with the long exhale.

“Oh honey, you can’t keep sitting out here in the sun.” Your eyes rolled behind your dark sunglasses, turning towards your stepmother as she came down the stairs from the deck of the house.

“It’ll give you wrinkles dear,” she was standing beside you now, hands on her hips as she stared down at you. She was wearing that ridiculous hat again- the one with the brim as wide as she was tall.

“Carla, darling, we can’t all hide away from life in hopes to look as good as you do.” You lazily gazed at her, sitting up to find your pack of cigarettes on the side table. Taking one out you brought it to your mouth and lit it with your gold plated zippo. You took a long inhale before exhaling right in her face, “when I tell people you’re 53 they can hardly believe it.” Her eyes widened- you’d found her drivers license months ago and held the knowledge of her true age over her since then. You continued, ”my compliments to your doctors. Oh and Botox, kudos to Botox.”

Her little hands formed fists, fake nails pressing tiny neon-pink crescents into her palm.

You laughed, lounging back in the chair as you leisurely took drags off your cigarette. Smiling to yourself as you counted- three, two, one, before Carla shrieked and turned.

“Arthur! Arthur!” She screeched, running back up the stairs to tell your father.

You were a little less bored now, but making Carla’s face turn red could only give you so much satisfaction. You knew your father could care less, they were both about to leave for the Côte D’Azur tomorrow for the rest of the summer, leaving you here alone to “consider the consequences of your actions.” Or however your father had put you dropping out of school after one year of graduate studies in Classics.

He couldn’t help himself from belittling your degree while you were studying, then once you’d decided it wasn’t for you his lectures changed to be about “never giving up” and “seeing something through.” You both knew he simply didn’t want you around- he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Now those will definitely give you wrinkles,” you heard a smooth, silky voice coming from behind you that made your heart race. Smiling, you swung your legs over the side of your chair, taking off your sunglasses and snuffing out your cigarette.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you started, eyeing the lithe figure as he emerged from the shadows. He held his hands in his pockets, his crisp black trousers fit perfectly to his frame. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his toned forearms. You were well aware of the small scraps of white fabric covering your body, and you enjoyed watching his eyes trace over your skin. You’d lusted after him ever since your father had moved here during your first year of college. You’d met him at one of Carla’s Christmas parties- she invited everyone from the gated community over, including your neighbour, Loki Laufeyson.

“I’m so sorry if my stepmother’s incessant shrieking ruined your afternoon,” you grimaced, taking a sip of the ice cold vodka soda beside you. “Is there anything I can do to remedy the situation?” you asked, your eyes innocently meeting his.

He chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already thought of something,” he said under his breath loud enough for you to just make out. He strolled towards you and took a seat on the lounge chair beside yours. “I’m actually here to see your Father. He’s asked me to check in on things here while him and Carla are away.”

You rolled your eyes- of course he did. You caught Mr. Laufeyson staring at you as you did that, his expression darkening slightly and his eyebrow raising before he continued. “I am surprised to see you here- last I’d heard you were studying in Europe. Graduate studies in Classics, right?”

“Yeah. It didn’t exactly pan out.” You looked down, cursing yourself for feeling your face grow hot. The last thing you needed was your gorgeous neighbour feeling sorry for you.

“Laufeyson you bastard, you’re late!” Your Father was coming down the stairs, jovial with his greeting.

Loki got up from his seat to meet your father. “Arthur,” he said, shaking his hand. “My apologies, I got held up at the office. It’s been insanity since the new acquisition.”

You tuned out the rest of the business jargon and settled back into your seat, facing the other way. You put your sunglasses back on, wincing once your heard Carla’s shrill voice coming from above.

“Is that Loki Laufeyson? Oh it’s been ages!” she gushed.

“I suppose it has.” You could tell she’d pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the clear discomfort in his voice.

“So I can trust you to keep an eye on the place?” your father chimed in.

“Certainly, although it seems your daughter is perfectly capable of doing so herself.” Mr. Laufeyson rightfully pointed out. You raised an eyebrow, wishing you could see the expression on your dear dad’s face from your position. Mr. Laufeyson was probably the only person in this community that could and would tell your Father that- his annual appearance in Forbes certainly cemented the position.

“You never know with kids, Laufeyson. No matter how old they get you can’t trust them to carry through with something. Just wait until you have one of your own- then you’ll know what I’m talking about." He laughed loudly. You scoffed. Fucking asshole.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then.” Mr. Laufeyson said cooly.

“Right well feel free to pop by anytime, we leave tomorrow morning. Here’s the number of my cellular telephone- I always have it on me you know.” Your father was obsessed with his clunky mass of plastic- he brought it everywhere he went, mostly to brag about it to strangers or talk obnoxiously on it to avoid conversations with you or Carla.

“He really does. Even in the bedroom!” Carla giggled, causing you to shudder in disgust.

“Of course, well I should be on my way.” He stepped back over to you. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around. Here’s my information,” he placed a thick, black and white business card onto the small table beside you. “In case of emergency.”

You pulled your sunglasses down your nose and slid your eyes up his body, biting your lip as you met his stare. “I’ll be sure to remember. See you around, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He considered you for a moment and you thought he was about to say something else before he nodded and turned, heading for the gate.

You settled back in your seat and nestled the headphones of your discman over your ears. You pressed the play button, the beat of Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy” drowning out whatever Carla and your father were arguing about once their guest had left.

...

It was much later that evening that you finally slipped from your room to find some dinner. The house was dark- you knew your father and Carla had an early flight. Grabbing a wrapped plate from the fridge that the housekeeper had left you you headed to the back deck to eat. You kept the lights off as you watched the dim foamy white of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks below, finding peace in the sound.

Finishing your meal you were about to head inside when you saw a light come on out of the corner of your eye. From where you were sitting you could see into a room on the top floor of Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Interesting- you’d never seen into this room before, the windows that faced your father’s house were usually shuttered. You laid back and lit a cigarette, choking on the inhale when you saw Mr. Laufeyson emerge, shirtless, his eyes dark and hungry. He was pulling a woman behind him, a blonde, her shirt unbuttoned to expose a lacy red bra. Once he stood at the edge of the bed he turned around to kiss her, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. Undoing it, he pulled away to slide it down her arms before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, leaving her in just a high waisted red lace thong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of you. He flung her on the bed- from your position you could see it all as if it were happening in a room adjacent to yours. Climbing over her he dipped his head to capture her lips once more as he ground against her. Your legs clenched together as you continued to smoke your cigarette, the combined effect of the nicotine and the scene in front of you making your head spin.

His hand trailed down to the red lace covering her heat as he continued to kiss and grind against her. Slipping his fingers in you found you were doing the same to yourself, feeling the hot wet of your arousal. He had pulled away from her now, watching her face intently as her back arched up off of the mattress, her hands clutching his toned arms. He was saying something to her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving breasts as he continued to work his hand inside of her. A flush was blooming on her chest, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together. You were moving your hand in time with his, your arousal coating your fingers. His movements became faster as he continued to speak to her, smiling menacingly before her back arched fully off the bed, her hands grasping at him. Withdrawing from the dampened red lace his fingers glistened in the light, wet from her release.

He easily picked her up off the bed, carrying her to the window sill. He roughly pulled her panties down before he undid his trousers then lined himself up at her entrance. He pressed into her, her back flat against the glass and his face visible beside the back of her head, his eyes closed. You imagined how it’d feel, the cool glass against your back, his warm hand firmly gripping your thigh, his strong arms holding your legs open as he fucked you. He began to move inside of her then his eyes opened, staring straight at you in the darkness. Your heart beat faster as you felt yourself blush- surely he couldn’t see you out here, you were shrouded in the dark. You could barely see the outline of your hand as you brought it to your face for another puff. You froze- the cigarette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, quickly removing your hand from its position and shakily putting out the cigarette on your dinner plate. Sliding your chair out quietly you chanced one last look towards the window- he was smirking in your direction as he continued to move against the blonde. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you backed away towards the porch door. You could swear his eyes didn’t leave you once and it sent shudders through you. You made your way back to your room and lay awake for hours, each time you closed your eyes you saw his piercing blue-green stare and filthy smirk.

You must have drifted off at some point since you eventually awoke to silence- an anomaly. You’d usually wake to Carla’s screeching laugh as she spoke on the phone to her friends, or she’d send the housekeeper Marie to wake you. You checked the clock beside you- 9AM. Carla and your father were long gone by now.

You smiled at that, stretching lazily before cranking the radio and dancing around your room as you got ready, the sunlight beaming in through your window. Making your way to the main kitchen you froze, last night coming back to you. The way Mr. Laufeyson had looked out at you as if he were expecting you to be there. Did he leave the blinds open on purpose? You shook your head, no way he’d be that forward. Sure he flirted with you every now and then, but nothing beyond that. You pushed the thought from your mind for the rest of the day.

...

A week passed quickly, you spent a lot of time with your friends, going shopping, to the beach, or local restaurants. You didn’t spend much time around the house so you hadn’t seen Mr. Laufeyson since the “incident”. On Friday you met up with some friends midday and got a ride to one of their parents’ beach houses. You spent the day there, drinking and laughing as you enjoyed the sun. Your friends dropped you back off at your place at around 7pm, you were pleasantly buzzed but looking forward to a quiet night in.

It was so hot outside you decided to take a dip in the pool. Cranking the radio in the backyard you decided to skinny dip- no one was home anyways. You sighed as your heated skin met the water, cooling instantly. You did a few laps before lazily swimming a backstroke and humming the music on the radio when you saw something coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Standing upright you saw Mr. Laufeyson walking towards you from the door to the backyard, a smirk playing at his lips. Your heart started beating quickly as you realised the position you were in, remembering his hungry stare from last week. You swam over to the side of the pool to meet him.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking down at you.

You bit your lip and innocently looked up at him. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No worries. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?” you asked, noticing his eyes taking in your body under the water. He definitely knew you were naked. Your thighs clenched together at the thought.

“I was coming to see you about something that happened last week that had me… concerned. I thought I saw someone out on the balcony, late at night. Was that you?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, your heartbeat picking up to a mile a minute. “What day was this?”

“Last week Friday.” His face was serious as he strolled over to a pool chair, pulling it closer to the side and taking a seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone was out there then.” The words came out a lot quicker than you’d meant. You were usually pretty good at lying but something in his voice made you want to tell him the truth, to please him.

He tsked. “I’ve seen you lie better than that. Try again darling.” He sounded bored as he reached for your pack of cigarettes on the side table. He raised an eyebrow in question as he drew out a cigarette. You nodded, nervously biting your lip as he lit it and crossed his legs, leisurely smoking while he stared you down.

“No words, little one?” he teased, smirking down at you. “Did you at least enjoy the show?”

You huffed- this was humiliating. How dare he? You found anger quickly overtaking your initial shock and embarrassment as you made your way to the pool stairs and got out. You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled when the smirk slid off his face at the sight of your naked, wet body. Two can play this game. Walking over to him you grabbed a towel off the chair and wrapped it around yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here,” you grabbed the cigarette from between his long, muscular fingers and took a long drag. “But I didn’t see you last Friday night. And I definitely didn’t see you fucking that blonde-” your eyes widened at your own confession.

He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, looking down at you once more. You backed up a step, feeling the lounge chair behind you.

“Drop the towel,” he growled, the hungry look in his eyes fully directed at you this time.

“Listen-“ you started to explain yourself.

“Drop. The. Towel.” He enunciated each word with his crisp accent and perfect voice.

“I knew it- I knew you wanted to fuck me.” You smirked at him triumphantly as you took another drag.

“If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me darling,” he threatened, stepping closer.

“Oh really?” You laughed, taunting him. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Laufeyson?” You blinked innocently at him, enjoying the way the muscles in his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, firmly but not painfully as he brought his face inches from yours, your eyes locked.

“You fucking brat.” He roughly pulled the towel down, exposing your body to the warm air. He pinched the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishing it under his shoe on the concrete. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

Before you could answer he spun you both around and sat on the lounge chair then pulled you over his lap, angling you so your top half rested on the chair, your hips over his. One hand firmly held your lower back in place, the other smoothed over the skin of your ass and you squirmed. His hand came down to spank you, hard. “First lesson- don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” You whined, your face burning.

His hand came down again in the same spot, causing you to hiss and grip the plastic of the chair in one hand and his thigh in the other. “Second lesson- always answer me.”

You were humiliated but you found yourself growing even more wet with each spank. First there was the pain, then a wave of pleasure that intensified when he smoothed his hand over the skin he’d hit.

He gave you another slap, “what did I just say?” He growled, his hand roughly gripping the skin this time.

“T-to always answer you.” Your voice was small as you stuttered, overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel.

“Good girl.” You'd felt a tiny swell of pride at that. “I’m going to spank you three more times. Count them for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, worried if you didn’t answer he’d add more to the list. His hand came down on your other cheek, hard and fast.

“One,” you counted, taking a deep breath. Before you could forcibly relax your tense muscles his hand had struck your cheek once more, causing you to hiss.

Your finger tips were pressing into his thigh as you let out a breath, the sharp pain receding. “Two,” you licked your lips and tensed in anticipation of the third and final slap.

After a few seconds you relaxed then turned to catch his eye- he was darkly observing you with his jaw clenched. Suddenly he hit the skin once more, this time the hardest, causing you to cry out.

You composed yourself with a quick breath. “Three.”

“Well done, darling.” He was gently running over the sore skin with his large hands. You could feel his erection under you.

“I wish you could see how lovely you looked on my lap, taking your spanking so well.” He dipped his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers brush along your wet slit causing you to writhe on his lap.

“My poor, little thing. You’re dripping,” his voice was pure sin as he brought his glistening fingers up to your face.

He shifted, his strong grip helping you off his lap so you stood before him on shaky legs. You bit your lip, face growing hot as suddenly became fascinated with your fingers, twisting them painfully.

He stood then, and brought his finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He wore a satisfied expression, a slight grin at his lips as he took in your naked form.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson darling?” He asked, his eyes mocking yours.

You quickly nodded, feeling fully exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go upstairs so I can fuck you?”

Your cheeks burnt as you nodded quickly again.

“Answer me darling,” he dropped his hand from your chin.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. “Lead the way,” he motioned towards the stairs.

You bent to reach for your towel on the ground. “Ah, ah, no need for that darling.” His words stopped you. You shivered as you stood back up, another wave of heat pulsing through your core.

You tentatively walked up the steep stairs and he followed closely behind. You could feel his gaze on you with each step.

Once up on the patio you looked back at him, his eyes dark with hunger. You gave him a shy smile before leading him inside. You stopped- should you bring him to your bedroom?

Before you could finish your thought he slid up behind you, his hands coming to grip your waist. “Where shall I take you, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

He let go of your waist to circle you, stopping before you. “Do you want me to ruin you on that god awful couch?” He looked over his shoulder to the gaudy floral couch Carla had ordered special from Italy. She wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t company sit on it in fear of stains.

You smiled at the idea of ruining the couch with Mr. Laufeyson, knowing Carla would lose her mind- even more so if she found out how it got there. “Yes please.”

He pulled you towards it then gently guided you to sit at the edge of it, angling you so you were in one corner. His hands splayed over the skin of your legs, gently pushing them apart. The feeling of the cool air of the house on your slit gave you goosebumps.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he knelt between your legs before he turned to press a kiss to your thigh close to your knee. He then bit the skin there, earning a sharp inhale from you before he soothed it with his warm tongue.

“Tell me, darling. Did you touch yourself? Did you play with yourself as you watched me?” His velvety voice sent an involuntary shudder through you, his eyes capturing yours.

He nipped at your thigh with his teeth, marring the skin. You yelped then swallowed. “Yes! Yes, I did.”

“Good girl.” He moved to repeat his actions further up the inside of your thigh while he gently ran his fingers up and down your other thigh.

You were trembling while you watched him, each bite a little harder than the last as he got closer to your wet core. His eyes met yours once more then he blew a stream of cold air over your slit, causing you to gasp sharply. He smirked before letting his lips barely graze over your clit, your hips moving slightly before he brought his arm down over them to hold you in place.

He ever so gently pressed a kiss to your clit before gently running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from you. You could feel your wetness dripping down onto the couch below as he continued to delicately tease you.

“You taste divine, darling. Better than I’d imagined.” You whined at his words- the idea of him alone, picturing what your cunt tasted like brought you to the edge of an orgasm.

He smiled wickedly up at you. “So close already? Poor thing.” Bringing one long finger to your slit he gathered some wetness before pushing it fully within you, forcing a loud moan through your lips.

“It’s okay darling, let go. Give into me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better,” he hummed against your clit before tenderly sucking on it. He bent his finger within you, hitting something deep that made you cry out. You quickly came, your release squirting around his finger and wetting the couch below.

He kept up his movements as you rode out your high. Once your breath returned to you he pulled away and removed his finger, licking his lips as he wiped your release off his chin.

“Third lesson- good girls always get to cum.” He winked at you with a grin before standing.

He leaned over you, caging you in on the couch before capturing your lips with his. You hummed at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue gliding against yours.

He straightened back up then pulled you up off the couch and guided you to face the other way. He led you so your knees were on the couch, your arms resting against the back of the upholstery. You heard the sound of a zipper before feeling the tip of his hard length slide against your folds. You instinctively arched your back at the feeling, pressing yourself up against him, causing him to groan.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he said, smoothing his hands over the skin of your ass. “You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?”

“Yes- yes please, Mr. Laufeyson. Please fuck me,” you begged, rubbing yourself on him once more.

With that he thrust into you, holding himself still once he was fully seated within you, giving you a chance to adjust. You’d gasped at the sensation- he was clearly well-endowed and you were thankful he gave you a moment. Willing your muscles to relax you looked back at him before grinding your hips against his.

His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched in a way that made you involuntarily squeeze him as he started to move within you. You were panting as he set a pace, the angle of his thrusts hitting the same spot he’d found quickly before.

You’d turned back around and folded your forearms over the back of the couch, arching yourself against him even more. He growled and picked up his pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The angle had you moaning desperately, the feeling of him so deep within you making your fingers and toes numb.

“That’s it darling, take my cock within your needy little cunt. Fuck- I’ve wanted to ruin this tight little pussy for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped out between thrusts and your mind went blank, all you could respond with were desperate moans.

He stopped abruptly and pulled you up before sitting himself on the couch and pulling you over his lap so you were straddling him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and your mouth went dry at the sight of the musculature under his pale skin. You slid your fingers under the fabric, gripping his firm shoulders as he positioned himself under you.

You moved your hips in a circle over him, enjoying the feel of the very tip of him swirling within you.

“You little tease,” he grinned darkly, running a hand through his hair. “Ride me, darling. Show me what you can do.”

Your cunt clenched at his words and his wicked smirk spread. You took the opportunity to bring yourself down to grind against him, wiping the smug look off his face.

You quickly set a pace as you rode him, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. You were panting as you continued your movements, the angle bringing you close to your finish.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” His voice vibrated through you, and you nodded.

“Yes- fuck, Mr. Laufeyson. You feel so good-“ he continued to guide your movements, moving his head closer to your breast. He brought his mouth around one of your nipples, gently sucking at the nub. You arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

His tongue ran against your skin in his mouth, bringing another moan from you before he sharply bit down on your nipple, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. You moaned his name over and over as you rode out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. As you came back to yourself you felt him twitch within you, filling you as he reached his own finish.

You watched him as he came, mesmerised with his blissful expression, his long eyelashes touching defined cheekbones. His eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a smirk- god help you he was fucking gorgeous.

He gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up, the combined fluids from your finish trickling down your thigh. You were happy to see some hit the couch as you moved off him.

You strolled to the bathroom to clean yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and panties, passing a damp cloth to him once you returned. You pulled a cigarette from the pack you had on the kitchen counter, then headed to the balcony as you lit it up.

You were leaning on the balcony, watching the now dark waves when he joined you. You smiled at him, offering him your cigarette. He took a long drag as you leant on the balcony’s edge.

“So,” you trailed off, not sure what to say.

“That was fun,” he exhaled then smiled at you, his expression mischievous.

“Yeah,” you agreed, relief filling your chest. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Of course darling, we have all summer.” He came behind you, pulling you against his chest as he ducked his head so his lips were beside your ear. ”And you have quite a bit to learn.”

End Notes: Want to read more Loki fics of mine? My masterlist is here.

[norangeyyy]

Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Lessons 1-5!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

So we obviously know that things would run a little differently with L!MC instead of a normal human MC, but just how differently do things go?

No Mammon, you are not allowed to babysit!

Unlike in canon, Mammon needs to be kept away from MC at the start. Why? He’s known this kid for less than a day, he’s gonna try and use them for scams.

Everyone else in the house? Well, they’re of... observing MC. This is a first, a half human kid just wandering around the house...

MC and Lucifer, despite their amicable meeting, were in this really awkward beginning stage where they didn’t really know what to do with each other.

“So...” MC resisted the urge to twiddle their thumbs as they followed their father through the halls of the House of Lamentation. This was their home for the next year. It was very grand... and also very creepy in some places. “Where’s my room?”

“Right here.” Lucifer stopped suddenly in front of a door in the hallway, nearly causing MC to crash into him. He opened up the door, the room was very very pink. “Asmodeus decorated, you can redecorate as you see fit.”

MC popped their head in and looked around, there were approximately a thousand pillows scattered around the bed. It was the perfect amount! The very pink colour scheme was... okay. Maybe they’d be able to switch some of it out for a nice blue.

“It’s nice! Thank you,” MC was about to say Lucifer, then father, then just shut their mouth. What were they supposed to call him? They had known each other for like... an hour. He seemed like the type to want to be called father, he was too posh to be ‘dad’ or ‘pops’, and calling their father by his first name seemed way too casual as well... Parental Figure..? Guardian? Sir..? Should they call him sir???

The fact that MC ended their sentence like they were going to continue it left the two in a very awkward silence. A+ job at conversation.

“Anyway,” Lucifer finally broke the silence. “If you need time to settle in, we can pick up the tour later.”

“N-no, it’s okay! I didn’t really bring anything so...” MC was in the middle of mentally cursing themselves out, they thought they had successfully avoided falling into the awkward middle schooler stereotype! “We can keep the tour going.”

“Alright then.” Lucifer turned and motioned for MC to follow. Wow... he was very... curt? Was that the right word to use? MC hoped this was as awkward for him as it was for them.

The next stop was the portrait staircase, Lucifer explained each one down to each minute detail, MC listened in rapt attention.

“We received that one from a painter from the sixth layer of the Devildom, it was quite a rare find.”

“How many layers are there?”

“Nine, we’re in the centre most layer. This is the most highly defended part of the Devildom.” Lucifer explained.

“Oh,” MC smiled. “Cool, so it’s like how Dante described it in the Divine Comedy?”

“Mostly, some changes have been made since that time.”

“Ah, okay.” MC nodded, a thought came to them which made them clear their throat to suppress a giggle. “May I ask a question that might bother you?”

Lucifer turned and raised an eyebrow at them. “You may ask one such question.”

“Why did Dante say you were frozen in an ice lake?”

Lucifer looked around, once he was sure that no one was listening, he turned back to MC, his voice was slightly lower when he answered. “I was ice skating with Lord Diavolo, I fell through the ice and into the lake right as Virgil and Dante arrived. Of course, Dante had to embellish or I’d smite him, if only he left out the ice part.”

To MC’s credit, they didn’t laugh, but they weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how hard it was to not burst into laughter. “Oh my... how upsetting...”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’d tell you not to tell anyone but,” his lips quirked up into a smile. “No one would believe you if you said anything anyway.”

MC gasped, but the gasp ended up releasing the laugh they were holding in.

The half demon noticed some of the other portraits on the wall, each of the brothers had a portrait, there were two demons that MC didn’t recognize. So that was their family... they wondered if their picture might be on that wall one day...

“Who’s he?” MC pointed at the portrait between Mammon’s and Satan’s.

“That’s Leviathan, the third eldest, the Avatar of Envy, and the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.”

‘Oooo, so he’s a military guy!’ MC thought to themselves. ‘And the third most powerful brother? Wow... he must be crazy scary...’

“What about him?” MC pointed at the seventh and final portrait.

It may have just been MC’s imagination, but they swore they saw Lucifer’s expression sour slightly.

“That’s Belphegor, the youngest and the Avatar of Sloth.” Lucifer explained. “He is currently in the human world as an exchange student.”

“Oh,” MC studied the portraits a bit more. “Cool! I hope he’s having a good time up there.”

“As do I.” Lucifer replied. “Now we should move on to the Underground-”

“LUCIFER!” Asmodeus cried. “MAMMON’S BEING STUPID AGAIN!”

Lucifer sighed and dragged a gloved hand down his face. “We’ll continue this tour later, MC. Feel free to explore some more, try not to break anything.”

“Because the things might be cursed?”

“That and the things are old and expensive.”

MC spends the rest of the day chilling in the house with Asmo, who peppers MC with ALL the questions.

They does their best to answer... but it’s clear Asmo was hoping for something a little more interesting.

“So, do you run the human world?”

“No. No I do not.”

Finally, Mammon escapes whatever punishment Lucifer’s got him caught up in and tried to get MC involved in something that’ll probably make them lose their money.

Mini HC! A demon’s wings, tail, or horns might pop out randomly if they aren’t paying attention! The demon doesn’t even need to be in their true demonic form for this to happen. It happens more often with younger demons like MC!

Mammon stops his little scheme when he notices that MC’s wings have popped out and left a few stray feathers lying about... he can hear the CHA CHING sound already.

Our favourite dummy tried to Mission Impossible his way into MC’s room but MC caught him trying to make off with some loose feathers after they came back with a dustpan to clean them up.

Eventually, it was dinner time, and Levi was still camped out in his room. Mammon got sent to get him out, and he decided to drag MC along with him.

“I don’t think we should bother him-”

“Sh! We gotta get him out of his stupid room or he’s gonna stay in there until the exchange year’s over.” Mammon snapped, stopping in front of Leviathan’s door.

“I still don’t think we should-”

Mammon rudely interrupted poor, aghast MC by slamming his fists against the door. “LEVI! GET UP! DINNER’S READY!”

The only response was someone increasing the volume on whatever show was playing behind the door. Wow, petty. MC suppressed a snort until they realized exactly what they were hearing.

Was that...

“Is that the Sailor Moon theme?” MC turned to Mammon and asked. The moment the question left their lips the pair heard someone practically bolt to the door. It swung open and hit Mammon right in the face.

“MOTHER FUCKER-”

“You!”

Ah, so this was the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. MC didn’t know that track pants and headphones were a part of the uniform.

“You like anime?!” Levi asked, MC slowly nodded.

“Y-yeah..?”

Quick as lightning, MC was pulled into the room, and Levi slammed the door shut, tragically, the door hit Mammon again.

“LEVI YOU ASS-”

Leviathan didn’t seem too interested in Mammon’s chorus of curse words and angry knocks, he was grabbing some figurines off shelves and showing some to MC.

“Do you know who this is?!”

“That’s White Blood Cell from Cells at Work. What about Mamm-”

“How about this!”

“Violet Evergarden from the show of the same name, now Levia-”

“Whose this?!”

“LEVIATHAN!” MC stomped their foot and pointed at the door. “Mammon said we need to go eat dinner.”

“Don’t interrupt me, human!” Levi hissed, MC rolled their eyes and snorted.

“Nice to meet you, by the way.” MC crossed their arms and let their wings appear and puff up behind them.

“...w-whu-WHAT?!”

“We have to go to-” MC was cut off yet again by Levi passing out. Wow... what a day...

Mammon was still pounding on the door, MC rolled their eyes and opened it.

“He passed out, can you carry him?”

Mammon was decidedly not careful with his dear little brother when he dragged him out of his room and into the dining room. When Levi finally woke up, he got an earful from Lucifer, and tried to kill Mammon.

Apparently money was owed that Mammon wasn’t about to pay.

So yeah, MC and Levi’s alliance did not stem from desperation, it stems from otaku-camaraderie.

MC and Levi planned their credit-card hostage situation over a fun evening of watching anime.

Mammon never knew what hit him...

“Okay Mammon, pay up or your credit card gets cut up.” MC playfully opened and closed the scissors before poising them to cut up the helpless credit card. Mammon let out a shriek and shook his head.

“NONONONONO- don’t do that!” Mammon put his hands up and let out a nervous laugh. “MC... wh-what’s with all the animosity..? We’re buddies, right?”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes. “Buddies don’t try and make money off each other’s feathers.”

“You heard them, Mammon.” Levi snickered. “Pay me back the money you owe me!”

“I don’t have the money right now!”

MC shook their head. “Pity... oh well, bye bye Goldie-”

“The money’s in my sock drawer- just please put the scissors down!”

They slowly lowered the scissors. “What do you think, Levi?”

“Hmmm... you have two minutes.” Levi said, Mammon took off in a sprint out of the kitchen.

“Nice job Agent L!” MC chirped, holding their hand out for a high five, Levi looked positively elated and gleefully hit his hand against MC’s.

“We did it! I’m finally going to have enough money to go to the live show! Couldn’t have done it without your help, Agent Near.”

“Wait- why am I Near?” MC asked. “You get to be L and I have to be Near?”

Levi crossed his arms and huffed. “Would you rather be Mellow?”

“No! I want to be Light! We agreed that I’d be Light!” MC hissed. Levi, literally hissed back.

Rude.

Anyway, Levi got paid, and everyone had a very entertaining breakfast. Well, Mammon didn’t have a very good time, but boo hoo he should have paid Levi back sooner.

I think MC felt legitimately bad for Mammon, all the insults and jabs being aimed at him made MC feel a little guilty...

MC took care to be extra sweet that day, and it made Mammon feel a bit better. You know what made both of them feel amazing?

Screwing with the dipshits that were talking crap about the two of them.

MC didn’t need super-hearing to notice that some of the demons at RAD found it to be peak comedy that Mammon got slapped with babysitting duty.

“...do you want to mess with them?”

“What?”

“Too late, I’m doing it with or without you.”

Mammon was totally in, obviously. A little magic to move some of the lesser demons’ things around and voila! They were all at each other’s throats and Mammon and MC got to enjoy a fun lunchtime show!

The Purgatory Hall crew got to meet MC too, of course!

“And this,” Lucifer gestured to MC. “Is the other human exchange student.”

MC popped up from behind one of the rows of desks and gave the three newcomers a toothy grin. “Nice to meet you!”

Simeon’s calm and serene expression dropped almost immediately as he quickly looked from Lucifer to MC. The latter just gave him an innocent smile and tilted their head.

“Is something the matter?” MC asked, through the corner of their eye they saw Lucifer smirk slightly.

“N...” Simeon snapped back to reality. “No, nothing’s the matter, it’s nice to meet you, MC.”

“You awful demons!” A much younger voice yapped. “You brought a human child down here?! Shame on you!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed with guilt, put me out of my misery.”

“Oh!” MC gasped. “You’re the chihuahua!”

“Wh-what?!”

“What?” MC shook their head and shrugged. “What’s the matter with me being a kid? You look like you’re ten.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m well over-”

“Am I just going to go ignored?” The third and final stranger asked, a cheeky/very suspicious looking grin on his face.

“Right, you.” Lucifer sighed. “This is Solomon, another human exchange student.”

“It’s nice to finally meet the other... human exchange student.” Solomon offered a nod.

“Likewise.” MC pretended not to notice the pause before he said human.

The first bell that meant “haul your ass to next period because if the cleaning staff finds you skipping class you will be maimed” sounded. MC slung their bag over their shoulder and brushed past their fellow students.

“Have a nice rest of your day, everyone!” MC chirped as they and Lucifer headed off to their next class.

“What do you stand to gain by pretending you aren’t my child?” Lucifer asked.

MC snickered. “It’s funny! Didn’t you see their faces?”

Lucifer half smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps.”

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“That kid is Lucifer’s.” Solomon said the moment Lucifer and MC were out of earshot.

“Oh thank heavens someone else saw too... I thought I was going crazy...” Simeon sighed in relief.

“Hey! We’ll be late to class if you guys don’t hurry!” Luke called from down the hall.

Solomon chuckled under his breath. “This whole year just got way more interesting...”

A lot of MC’s time got devoted to getting to know their newly found family.

Satan was proving to be very... polite? Almost weirdly so? He’d address MC like he would address a formal acquaintance, not like one would address a family member... or even a roommate.

MC tried the delicate dance of trying to respect his boundaries and trying to get him to like them...

Once the glasses incident happened everything kinda caved. MC had been quite rudely shunned by Satan and they were quite done trying to be his friend! Hmph!

...hmph :(

At least Beel was nice... despite MC being a little intimidated by his size and resting bitch face, MC soon found out that Beel was a massive cinnamon roll.

In return for all the snacks Beel shared with MC, they introduced him to at least five human world cooking shows.

“MC, why is the music so dramatic? They’re just revealing the cooking supplies.”

“It’s a reality TV thing... everything is 10 times more dramatic than it needs to be. The music’s doing its job though, I’m very impressed by that pie dish.”

Overall, MC’s first week at RAD was pretty decent! Until... well... until Friday.

MC could only hide their demonic side for so long...

“That’s them?”

MC slowed their steps and turned to look for the source of the voice.

“Yep.” A second voice confirmed. “Human kid, like I said.”

Ugh... of all the times to have needed to stay late after school... the hallway MC was in was completely empty and they had no clue where anyone they actually knew was-

“Boo.”

MC whirled around to see the two gossiping demons standing right behind them. They instinctively took a few steps back before the taller of the two demons grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them forward.

“Geez, are all humans this tiny?” The taller one asked as he slowly lifted MC off the ground. MC fixed him with the nastiest glare possible, he tried to scowl back, but ended up looking away and laughing to the shorter demon. “Look at them, barely enough for a snack, no wonder Beel hasn’t eaten them yet.”

Turning to the shorter demon, MC gave them a similar glare. “Put me down.”

“Tsk, quiet.” The taller demon snapped, he turned back to the shorter demon. “So if we just nab them now, how much do you think someone’ll take for their soul?”

“I-uh...” the shorter demon couldn’t pry their gaze away from MC’s as they tried to sputter a response. “I don’t think we should...”

“Why not? The exchange program’s still in its trial phase anyway, we kill this human and they’ll just bring in another one.”

The way he was speaking about them made MC’s skin crawl. How dare he? How dare he talk about them like they were just common trash? Who did this... person think he was?

An old familiar feeling bubbled beneath the surface. It had always been there, the intense, sometimes overwhelming desire to let the whole world know that they were better. The feeling coiled its way up MC’s spine and wormed its way into their head where it settled.

“You can’t be spoken to like that.”

Every single time this feeling had flared up, MC had done their best to suppress it. They didn’t know what would happen if they gave in, and frankly, they didn’t want to know.

“Let them know you’re not to be trifled with.”

The burning desire to crush the two demons like ants was almost impossible to ignore. MC felt their hands twitch and sparks snap between their fingertips.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” MC growled. “Put. Me. Down.”

“Human,” the taller demon turned back and cooed, his mocking tone made MC want to rip his throat out. “I said be quiet.”

His grip on MC’s wrist tightened until a sickening crack echoed through the empty hallway.

Bile immediately rose in MC’s throat as they let out an earsplitting scream. Their wrist seared in pain and their heart began to race hammer against their ribcage.

The desire to give in only grew and became harder to control, MC could feel themselves slipping. The feeling only had one simple question to ask, one that MC knew the answer to.

“Are you going to let them get away with that?”

Their face morphed into a cheek splitting grin despite the pain, their head tilted to the left as they stared down the two demons.

“No.”

Horns twisted and burst out of their skull as they dug their rapidly sharpening nails into the demon’s arm. Their teeth grew and sharpened while formerly hidden fangs burst through their upper gums. The agonizing pain of their bones growing, snapping, and shifting in and out of place as their demonic form took hold for the first time numbed as MC revelled in their new power.

Through the reflection in the taller demon’s horrified stare, MC could see their pupils stretch into almost catlike slits. He dropped them onto the floor while he and the shorter demon backed up. MC’s impossibly wide smile only grew as they watched the realization dawn upon the lesser demon as he stitched together what he had just done. The human he had decided to bother wasn’t quite so human after all.

“Oh?” MC cooed as their wings split through their back and unfurled behind them. “Where do you think you two are going? We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

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Lucifer was jolted from his conversation by a sharp blast of blue light and the sound of screams from a nearby hallway. He instinctively rolled his eyes.

“Lord Diavolo, pardon me but I need to go deal with a disturbance in the halls.” Lucifer said, Diavolo sighed mournfully on the other end of the call.

“Alright, if you must, but make sure to come over later! There are events that need to be scheduled.”

Lucifer knew full well that Diavolo was making half of the school events up as an excuse for basic social interaction. Oh well, it wasn’t the time to think on his prince’s social woes, he had a problem to solve.

How many times did he have to tell some of those idiotic students to take their petty squabbles outside?

Lucifer made his way over to where the fight was happening, he wasn’t walking with particular urgency, a fight on school property wasn’t too unusual, until a massive shockwave spilled through the hallways and slammed into him.

The Avatar of Pride felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, that was his magical signature... wasn’t it? No, it was just different enough...

“Dammit.” Lucifer doubled his pace, when he reached the end of the hallway, the sight was just what he feared.

MC stood straight in the middle of the hallway with their back to him, two other demons were lying in crumpled heaps on the ground, one was next to an incredibly dented row of lockers while the other was lying next to an almost completely broken drinking fountain.

Lucifer’s own true form was out in a flash as MC turned to look at him. their eyes glowing a shining blue. Their lips curled into a snarl as they let out an otherworldly growl.

“Go away.”

“MC, calm yourself down.” Lucifer said slowly as he approached them. “Return to your normal form.”

The half demon bowed their head slightly and took a few steps back as he stepped closer. Lucifer almost patted himself on the back for such a show of authority, until MC paused and looked up defiantly. The glow in their eyes doubled as any sense of fear left them completely.

“I said, GO AWAY!”

They lunged at him, which he easily sidestepped, only for MC to quickly turn and latch their claws into his arm.

The child packed a surprising amount of force into their strikes, but he was able to block and redirect almost every single one. If this were any normal fight, Lucifer would have just swatted them away and have been done with it, but this wasn’t any ordinary opponent.

MC was his child, the exchange student, and going through their first transformation. They weren’t exactly rational or directly responsible for any of their actions at that moment.

During a first transformation the demon is almost completely relying on base instincts to function, they’ll go completely ballistic for a while, trying to tear through anything in their way until they run out of energy and pass out. Which is why during a demon’s first transformation usually happened much earlier in their lives under the watchful eyes of parents or guardians.

It was clear to anyone with even casual knowledge of demons that MC had fully given themselves over to their pride and wouldn’t stop trying to prove their superiority until they passed out.

Even though Lucifer was blocking and avoiding most of the blows, MC had managed to get in a few good scratches.

They snapped at Lucifer’s right hand, narrowly missing it and aimed their elbow at his jaw. Almost casually batting the hit away, he hissed in frustration.

“Damn it... MC, control yourself!”

MC snarled and sloppily lunged forward, only for Lucifer to use his wings to bat them to the side. They slid across the floor, their glasses falling off and skidding away from them. MC lay still for a few moments, their chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lucifer stood in place, waiting for any sudden movement. For a few moments, the hallway was quiet, save for the massive gulps of air MC was taking and the occasional groan of pain from one of the demons on the floor. MC slowly sat up and blinked a few times, then looked from side to side.

Something important dawned on Lucifer, he didn’t know just how blind MC was without their glasses.

MC’s rapid breathing began to slow as they continued to squint and search the area around them for their glasses. Lucifer almost audibly sighed in relief as the blue glow in his child’s eyes began to dull.

“MC.” Lucifer allowed his demon form to disappear as he slowly moved towards them, making sure MC could hear him approaching.

The half demon stopped scanning the area for their glasses and looked up at him, they awkwardly covered a yawn with their hand as their wings sleepily fluttered behind them. It would have been much cuter if MC wasn’t spattered with blood.

Lucifer slowly offered his hand, which MC eyed suspiciously. “Come on, let’s go.”

MC blinked a few times, then yawned again and awkwardly accepted his hand. “Mmph... m’tired...”

“That’s good,” Lucifer said quietly. “Everything’s okay.”

MC half nodded and awkwardly stumbled as they tried to find their footing. Lucifer tried to help steady them, but it proved ineffective as MC collapsed into his arms. Sighing, he picked them up and began to walk back to the House of Lamentation.

Just before leaving the school, Lucifer passed by Simeon and Solomon, who looked from MC, who had curled their wings around themselves and was sleeping soundly, to Lucifer, who had a few scratch marks on his face and whose hair was a complete mess.

“Ah, you two, one of you do me a favour.” Lucifer said as he brushed past them. “One of you go to the biology hallway and pick up MC’s glasses.”

Simeon and Solomon nodded and mumbled out an affirmation as Lucifer left the school with MC. Hmph, it seemed MC was right, their confused/shocked faces were quite funny.

MC woke up the next morning with the worst muscle pain they had ever and hopefully would ever feel. On the bright side, their wrist wasn’t broken anymore :D

They had literally built their true form. Their skeleton just stretched and rearranged itself, horns grew out from their cranium, their wings broke through their back and a new set of fangs decided to break through their gums... and then all of that new stuff was gone as MC lay in bed in their normal form like a deflated beach ball.

Not wanting to seem like a wimp, MC dragged themselves to breakfast, and everyone was all: “MC, go back to bed, you can’t do anything when you’re like this.”

“Quiet, I’m fine.”

“MC, if you’re fine, then give Beel a high five, make sure it makes the slap sound.”

“Alright then, Beel, come here.”

Beel didn’t exactly think to take MC’s shorter stature into account when holding up his hand for a high five. He’s tall, okay?

MC then proceeded to grit their teeth and try not to scream as they lifted their arm to weakly hit their hand against Beel’s.

“It made the noise..!”

“No it didn’t, I didn’t hear it.”

“Fatherrrr!”

“Couldn’t hear it, go back upstairs.”

When MC trudged upstairs, Asmo practically squealed and pointed out that MC had called Lucifer father for the first time. It’s a shame no one took a picture of happy/surprised Lucifer.

Side note: after the whole event calmed down, Lucifer was crazy proud that his kid kicked the asses of two grown demons.

Funnily enough, this incident is what kickstarted MC and Luke’s friendship! Luke heard MC got into a fight and brought over get-well cookies! Sure... Beel, Mammon and Levi stole most of the cookies but they were still good!

At school on Monday... hooooooo boy... the two demons that tried to kill MC had lived to tell the tale thanks to MC getting distracted by Lucifer, and now the entire student body knew NOT to fuck with MC.

A few weeks into the exchange year, things had settled into a somewhat normal routine... until one really shitty night in particular.

MC was curled up in bed, their new comforter and sheets were a pain to put in, but they suited MC’s taste much better than the pink that had been there previously. Sighing in contentment, MC felt themselves drifting off to sleep-

Mother fucker who was texting at the ungodly hour of 10:30 pm on a Sunday? ‘Twas the lord’s day and the lord of the house stated that everyone needed to get their asses to bed at a reasonable hour.

MC picked up their phone and put on their glasses. After being blinded by the light of the phone for a brief moment, MC read the text.

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags 💰🕶: Oi! MC! U want a snack?

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags💰🕶: I’m in the kitchen! Get down here!

After debating whether or not to throw Mammon to the wolves and rat him out, MC decided that they did in fact want a snack and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo!” Mammon said through a mouthful of something in a container, a loose note hung limply from a piece of tape that was stuck on the Tupperware. “Next time, hurry it up, got it? Ya can’t keep me waitin’ like this!”

“Mm...” MC grumbled, rubbing their eyes and looking around the kitchen. “What are you eating?”

“Custard!” Mammon smiled brightly. “Ya gotta try this!”

Oooo, custard! MC grabbed a spoon and practically skipped over to try some. Right before they were about to try a bit of the heavenly deliciousness, MC paused and finally caught a glimpse of what the note said.

‘Property of Beelzebub, you eat it, you die.’

Uh oh-

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Okay, the next few bits of this WILL come out in order, I promise! Kinda... not really... eh... but it matters not! I hope you all enjoyed this! I didn’t leave you with a cliffhanger this time considering Lessons 5-6 are already out ^_^

So uh- wanna fight the demons that tried to hurt MC? I’m bringing the pitchforks, who’s driving?

[lancermylove]

Teenager MC 8: Dad’s Home! (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Could you do a one-shot where Lucifer arrives home after a looong day and walks in on his brothers laughing up a storm because teen MC accidentally exclaimed "Dad's home!" when they saw him?

A/N: Anon, I am SO sorry for taking so long! >< I like to write one-shot in one go, and recently I’ve been very busy. I hope you like it! 

Word Count: 2,287

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Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. First, Lucifer stayed up all night to finish a report for the RAD council. Then in the morning, his brothers ended up arguing and got into a food fight, so he had to forgo breakfast. When he got to RAD, he learned that Diavolo ran away to escape his responsibilities, leaving Lucifer a tall stack of papers to read and sign. On top of that, since the butler was out searching for the prince, the Avatar of Pride had to take care of Barbatos's student council work as well. For this reason, he had to ignore his rumbling stomach and skip lunch.

Just when Lucifer thought he could rest, a fight broke out between two lesser demons. Then he got caught in the middle of a prank and got doused in water, followed by pink glitter. There went his new clothes. After he left RAD, the raven-haired man stopped to get a snack but got attacked by hungry Devildom birds and had to give up his food. When he decided to head home, Diavolo showed up and asked Lucifer to save him from Barbatos; instead of helping the prince, the Avatar of Pride gave him a lecture which drained the remaining energy from his exhausted body. So, by the time Lucifer reach the House of Lamentation, he had no strength left.

All he wanted to do was eat, go straight to his room, and drink wine while listening to his favorite CD. The demon expected all his brothers to be busy with school work, but instead, he found them in the living room in a rather chaotic state. Mammon was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing up a storm; Levi sat on one of the sofas with both hands over his mouth, trying to suppress his chuckles; Satan leaned against Asmo's shoulder, laughing and wiping his tears, while Asmo pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips and giggled; Beel held onto his stomach and repeatedly hit one of his large hands on the center table, laughing heartily; the youngest brother was curled up on the couch beside his twin, chuckling. You stood near the fireplace, biting down on your lower lip, but as soon as you saw Lucifer, you covered your mouth quickly, hoping he didn't hear your words. 

Seeing the state of his family, Lucifer felt like hitting his head on a wall. All eyes turned to him, expecting him to question them or cross his arms and frown at their behavior, but the eldest brother chose to turn on his heels and dragged his feet towards his bedroom.

Asmo and Satan stopped laughing and exchanged glances as soon as they saw him exit the room. Belphie saw his older brothers' reactions and wondered what happened. He tugged on Beel's shirt to get him to stop laughing. Levi blinked in confusion, questioning why his tyrant brother walked away without saying a word. Mammon didn't get the message and continued laughing until Satan threw a pillow at him.

"Hey, whatcha do that for?" The Avatar of Greed asked as he sat up and smoothed out his disheveled hair.

"Is Luci okay?" You questioned, not expecting him to give such an unusual reaction, "Should...we go check on him?"

Before anyone could reply to your question, a familiar voice interrupted, "Pardon my intrusion, but would Lucifer happen to be here?"

"He just came home," you replied, "hey, Barbatos, did something happen to Lucifer? He...didn't seem like himself."

"I thought that may be the case," the butler touched his chin and sighed before explaining the events that took place throughout Lucifer's day.

"You know, Luci always does so much for us," you mumbled and glanced at the ground, "we always cause trouble for him, but he still takes care of us. I think this time, we should do something for him!"

Your lips tugged into a smile as you held up your curled hands close to your face, "Let's turn his bad day into a good day."

The brothers pondered for a second, and Asmo was the first to speak, "I agree. Whenever I have fashion emergencies, I can always count on Lucifer to help me."

Beel nodded in agreement, "Whenever I ask him for his food, he gives it to me. Also...he took care of Lilith a lot."

Belphie's muscles momentarily stiffened at hearing his sister's name, but he regained his composure. "He locked me in the attic to protect me...even though I caused him trouble."

Levi twirled the cable of his headphone around his index finger while mumbling, "He always makes sure my bank account is full, so I can buy all the games I want."

"He takes Goldie away from me," Mammon sighed and averted his eyes, "but to keep me from running into debt."

All eyes turned to Satan, waiting for him to add his point to the conversation. The Avatar of Wrath crossed his arms as the corners of his lips turned down, "What? You really want me to say something nice about Lucifer?"

"Come on, Satan," you pouted, "you know he has done nice things for you. Admit it! It's not like Lucifer is around to hear you praising him."

After a moment of silence, the blond man shook his head and admitted defeat. "Fine, even though I always hated him, Lucifer still looked out for me."

"See, that wasn't hard, was it?" You chuckled, earning a deeper frown from him.

"Seems like all of you have the situation under control," Barbatos smiled, "Then I shall take my leave. If you require my aid, then do let me know. Please excuse me."

----

Asmo opened the door to his elder brother's room and peeked inside. "Luci? Sorry, to disturb you."

The Avatar of Pride sat on the chair next to the fireplace with his arms crossed over his chest and head thrown back. He didn't open his eyes but motioned his brother to come inside.

"What's wrong?" Luci asked in a sapped voice, slightly opening his eyes.

"I need you to come with me." Asmo took hold of his brother's hand and helped him to his feet before Lucifer could protest in any way.

"Can this wait?"

"No, sorry!" Asmo forced a small smile as he studied his sibling's lifeless face.

Upon reaching his room, the Avatar of Lust asked his sibling to lie on his bed faced down. At first, the elder brother looked at Asmo with a raised eyebrow, but lacking the strength to protest, he gave in. While the other brothers fulfilled their duties, Asmo kept Lucifer busy with a body and face massage.

"Asmo, what is going on?" The raven-haired man asked in a muffled voice.

"Shh, no talking allowed. Just relax." The Avatar of Lust cooed as he worked his fingers to break the pent-up tension in his brother's muscles. In the meantime, Belphie and Levi snuck into Luci's room to draw him a relaxing bath with candles and soothing music.

"D-Do you really think this will help?" Levi asked while lighting the silver-colored candles around the black bathtub.

"It will help. Besides, we need to give Asmo time to sneak out and buy Lucifer a new outfit. Levi, while I add the final touches, go tell Asmo we're done."

After Belphie added the remaining petals in the bathtub, he made his way to the kitchen to check on his twin and Mammon.

"Beel! Don't touch that," Mammon loudly said as he whacked the top of his younger brother's hand, "Remember, we are cookin' for Lucifer."

"Beel, are you hungry again?" Belphie chuckled, stepping into the kitchen to find his twin pouting. The Avatar of Gluttony touched his growling stomach and nodded once.

"How are ya still hungry? You ate everything we made just a few minutes ago," Mammon sighed and shook his head in disapproval, "Belphie, will ya make sure he doesn't eat any of Lucifer's food? We don't have enough ingredients to cook everything again."

"I p-promise I won't eat anything." The orange-haired demon lowered his head and looked at the older demon through his bangs.

"Don't gimme that look. We'll getcha somethin' to eat after, 'kay?"

Beel's eyes lit as he vigorously nodded, "Let me help you with the vegetables."

"So, how's everything goin' on your end?" Mammon asked as monitored the food on the stove.

"Lucifer got his massage and should be relaxing in the tub. Asmo will leave to buy his new outfit soon." Belphie leaned again the wall and watched Beel rhythmically chopping the red, green, and orange vegetables.

“What about Satan and (Y/N)? Did they message ya?” 

“Yeah, Satan said (Y/N) gave an earful to Diavolo for giving Lucifer and Barbatos a hard time,” Belphie smiled and rolled his long bang between his right thumb and index finger, “I wish I could’ve been there.” 

----

Meanwhile, you and Satan worked with the prince and his demon butler to finish some of Lucifer's student council work. 

"Prince Diavolo, I apologize for crossing my limits earlier, but you are the Ruler of Devildom. That means you have certain responsibilities to fulfill whether you like it or not," you huffed, "you can’t push those duties on others. Lucifer and Barbatos already do quite a lot for you, so please don't give them a difficult time. Promise me, you won't."

Satan pressed his lips into a firm line to hold back his laughter while Barbatos quietly chuckled to himself. Diavolo exhaled loudly and shook his head, feeling guilty for his actions. 

"I promise. Barbatos, deliver an apology gift basket to Lucifer on my behalf. Also, let him know that he has the day off tomorrow." 

"Of course, my lord." The green-haired butler glanced at you with a smile before exiting the room to purchase the present. 

----

An hour later, you and Satan return to the House of Lamentation to find Mammon and Beel heading to Lucifer's room with a tray in hand. As the four of you reached the Avatar of Pride's bedroom, you saw the remaining brothers waiting in front of the door.  

"Ah, seems like everyone is here," Asmo smiled and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, we are coming inside." 

The Avatar of Pride was stunned to see the group enter his room but stared wordlessly. He scanned all of your faces with unreadable eyes, waiting for one of you to speak. 

"Here," Mammon broke the silence as he set the food tray on the center table, followed by Beel. "We heard you haven't eaten today..." 

Lucifer lifted the silver cloches to find three meals, an appetizer, main course, and dessert, messily arranged on fine china plates with intricate gold patterns. He examined the dishes but stopped to stare at the cake with a missing piece. 

"B-Beel, you promised you wouldn't eat anything," Mammon rested his hands on his hips and shot a glare towards his younger brother. 

"S-Sorry...I couldn't wait to eat," The Avatar of Gluttony innocently replied. 

To everyone's surprise, Lucifer started chuckling, "Thank you, Mammon, Beel." 

"Luci, I got you a new replacement outfit," Asmo chimed, "Though I must say, you looked quite good covered in pink glitter." 

"Oh, I also have something I would like to tell you," you chirped and clapped your hand together, "you have the day off tomorrow!" 

The raven-haired glanced at you with wide eyes, but before he could ask you why a loud knock echoed through the bedroom. All heads turned to see Barbatos stepping in with a large gift basket. "Pardon me, but Lucifer, Lord Diavolo asked me to deliver this on his behalf. He also wishes to apologize to you for causing you trouble today." 

For a while, the Avatar of Pride grew quiet as he pieced the events of the day together. His lips curled up into a rather soft smile, "Thank you, everyone, for turning my day around, but I advise you not to get used to this kinder side of mine. I am curious about one thing though, what were all of you laughing at earlier today?"  

"Oh dear, look at the time," Asmo gasped as he covered his cheeks,  "I need to go moisturize my bedroom." 

Mammon watched Asmo skip out of the room and quickly added, "Uh, I think I left the stove on. Lemme go turn it off before the house burns down."

Levi looked around the room nervously as Mammon ran out of the room. "Um, I w-will go get g-gasoline to put out the fire..." The Avatar of Envy stiffly walked out the room, nearly tripping over his feet. 

"I need to finish a report and pull an all-nighter," Belphie mumbled before turning on his heels and quickly sliding his feet across the hardwood floor. 

"I need to go burn my book," Satan said and power walked out, mentally beating himself for making a senseless excuse.

Beel tilted his head to one side and blinked, "Why did everyone leave?" 

"I should return to the castle to babysi- I mean to attend to Lord Diavolo," Barbatos chuckled and excused himself. 

"Uh, I need to...go summon the devil. See ya!" You flashed a toothy grin and raced out of the room. Lucifer watched all of you with one eyebrow tugged up. 

"Beel," he shifted his attention to the only remaining brother, "tell me, why was everyone laughing earlier?" 

The tall demon chuckled, remembering your word, and blurted, "When (Y/N) saw you at the front door, they ran into the living room and said 'dad's home'." 

"Dad...," Lucifer slumped on the sofa and touched his forehead with his thumb and index finger, "is that what (Y/N) thinks of me as? I suddenly don't feel well." 

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girl in the mirror | DRACO MALFOY

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PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k 

SUMMARY: in which draco and y/n are soulmates and can hear each others’ music, and you’ve been blasting sad songs all week, worrying draco. 

WARNINGS: one mean joke about americans sozzles 

A/N: based on the tiktoks where soulmates can hear each others’ music. i dont think ive seen an imagine like that on here so i thought i’d write one :)) also set in 2010s 

In the Wizarding world, on your thirteenth birthday, you are officially bound to your soulmate. This means different things for different wizards and witches, depending on what they valued. For example, when Blaise Zabini turned thirteen, he was able to see his soulmate in mirrors-- fitting considering how self-obsessed he was. 

Draco, however, heard music. You must be obsessed with it, he realised. He found out he was right pretty quickly, waking up to the sound of your playlists muffled in his ears and falling asleep to them too. 

It was always Muggle music too. You must be a half-blood, or even… Merlin forbid, a Muggle-born. Realising that his soulmate wasn’t going to be a pure-blood like his parents had planned, Draco kept the news to himself and worked on his vocabulary. He tried his best to bite his tongue around Granger, ignoring his friends when they made fun of their ‘dirty’ blood.

He didn’t want to hurt you when he got to meet you. 

It took Draco longer than it should have to realise you definitely didn’t go to Hogwarts. How could you when he’d be sat in assemblies, the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, and all he’d hear is the thumping of your music in his ears as if he was underwater?

“She’s probably an American,” Pansy pretends to gag, the others laughing with her. 

“Could be a Beauxbaton,” Blaise suggests. 

Draco doesn’t like to make assumptions, but he thinks you are definitely a Muggle. It’s rare, but not unheard of in the Wizarding world, especially nowadays. For the Malfoys, though, it would be an outrage. 

You play your music the most when he’s eating dinner in the Great Hall or when he’s getting ready for bed. 

At first, he hated it. He hated your music, he hated how his head was rarely ever quiet, and he hated that he didn’t know who you were in order to beg you to take your headphones out for once. 

However, Draco learnt to love your music. Songs and bands he’d never heard of before quickly became his favourites and eventually, he found himself humming your Muggle tunes in the common room or quietly singing along in his dorm when the other boys were out doing whatever. 

He learned to love having your music in his head, especially as the years rolled on and his life became harder and harder. It made him feel like he was never alone, your muffled melodies making a home in his head and pushing out all of his anxiety and depression. 

Draco wanted to dance with you to them. He liked to lay in bed at night and listen to your songs and imagine that you’re lying next to him. He bets you have a nice singing voice. Maybe you can even play an instrument or two. Maybe you could teach him how to play the guitar, and maybe he could show you how to play his favourite pieces on the piano. 

Your music is never too upbeat, but today Draco feels like he hasn’t heard a single song that wasn’t about being sad. As he trudged from class to class, Draco couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with you. It had been going on for the past few days, and the music stopped altogether on one of the days. 

He went to bed with an empty head for the first time in a few years, staring at his ceiling. He plugged his iPod in and went to the Muggle section, playing a few of your favourite songs. It wasn’t the same. 

“What’s up with you?” Blaise demands as Draco doesn’t touch his meal for the second time that day. 

Draco glances to his friend and looks away, shaking his head. “Mind your own business, Zabini,” he mutters weakly. 

Blaise’s soulmate, a Slytherin in the year below, joins them at sitting on the table and Blaise immediately forgets all about Draco, the two of them giggling as they hug each other. Draco thought he could throw up right there and then, shaking his head in disgust. 

Green was Draco’s colour and Merlin was he jealous. 

Why did you have to be a stupid Muggle?

Draco immediately feels bad for even thinking it. He wants to hug you and kiss the top of your head and mutter apology after apology. The soft feeling makes him feel weak. You did things to him that nobody else did, and he doesn’t even know who you were. The fact that you were most likely going through a rough time right now made it ten times worse. 

“What’s wrong with Draco?” He hears Zabini’s girl whisper. 

“Why don’t you ask me yourself?” Draco snaps, lip curling in disgust. “Instead of talking behind my back like a coward!”

“Draco,” Blaise growls. “I don’t know what’s up with you, mate, but you need to calm down.”

“It’s your soulmate, isn’t it?” Pansy quirks an eyebrow from opposite them. “Are they playing that rubbish song you hate on repeat again?”

“No,” Draco hisses in defence of you. “I like that song, thank you.”

Pansy holds her hands up. “Okay, whatever. Sorry, Malfoy. What has got your knickers in a twist, then?”

He hesitates. He doesn’t like talking about you to anybody else but he’s really worried and he thinks maybe one of them might be able to help. 

“She’s…” Draco’s eyes drift to burn holes in the table in front of him. “She’s been listening to sad songs.”

Goyle snorts, making Draco’s head snap to him in fury. 

“Sorry, Malfoy, sorry… But that does sound ridiculous, mate,” Goyle admits. “She’s probably just into that… genre?”

“No, you don’t understand,” Draco huffs and shakes his head. “You don’t know her like I do. Something’s wrong with her, I can tell.”

“Well, why don’t you visit her?” Blaise asks, grabbing a grape and popping into his mouth. 

“What?” Draco spits. “Is that a joke, Zabini? I don’t find it funny--”

“I’m not joking,” Blaise frowns. “Merlin’s sake, Malfoy. Do you not pay attention in Charms?”

“Of course I do,” Draco hesitates, lying. “But what are you talking about, anyway?”

…

Draco feels ridiculous as he stands in front of the mirror in the bathrooms later that night. It’s silent since it’s the middle of the night, but Draco knows you’re awake because of the glum music playing faintly in his ears. 

He wants to visit you like Blaise told him to do, and as he stands in front of the mirror and casts his incantations, he can’t help but wonder if this is a setup. He doesn’t give his hopes up, doesn’t hold his breath that when he opens his eyes you’ll be on the other side of the mirror. 

But he wants you to be. He wants you to be there so badly. 

Draco does sort of believe it so he put on his black turtleneck and black suit and combed his hair like usual, replacing the uniform and robes he’d been wearing all day. He doesn’t want you to see him and be disappointed. 

He knows he won’t be disappointed no matter what you look like or what you are. 

Draco takes a deep breath as he lowers his wand and closes his eyes. When he counts down and opens his eyes, he’s stunned into silence by the sight in front of him. His heart skips a beat and he nearly chokes on his own spit. 

Staring back at him in the mirror is not his own pale reflection but what looks like a bedroom. The mirror glows orange from the lighting and he can see that it’s decorated with posters and records and other Muggle things. Draco doesn’t even process that you’re a confirmed Muggle at this point, he doesn’t care enough about that. 

On a single bed in the middle of the room, sat up in the very centre with headphones in and a laptop in front of her, is a girl his age. She’s got beautiful y/s/c skin and y/c/h locks that have been thrown up into a messy bun, her y/c/e trained on the screen in front of her as she watches what he assumes is a film or a tv show. 

She’s wearing a school uniform, not quite as posh as Hogwarts’, and it’s slightly crumpled from sitting in her bed with it on. Her polished black shoes are nowhere to be seen, rips in the bottom of her tights no doubt from wearing them thin five days a week. 

Draco can’t believe he’s looking at you right now. He reaches his hand out, eyes widening when his fingers seem to slip past the glass and he’s sucked into another world-- your world. He wasn’t expecting it to happen, a small yelp leaving his lips as he tumbles straight out of the mirror hanging on your wall and onto your carpet. 

You both scream as you make eye contact and you’ve thrown your laptop about in a panic. There’s no music in his ears now that he stands in front of you. Draco breathes heavily, unsure what to say. 

“Um, hello?” He offers. 

“What the hell?” You yell. “What are you doing in my bedroom? Who are you? My laptop!”

You ignore him as you dive off of the bed and pick it up. The screen is smashed making you glare at him harder. 

“I’m sorry!” Draco practically squeaks. “I- I have Galleons--”

“Who are you?” You cut him off roughly. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Draco keeps repeating, hoping you will calm down. “I-I’m Draco Malfoy.”

“Draco Malfoy?” You repeat with a mocking laugh. “Is that a joke?”

“No,” he replies, voice pitched higher than usual with offence. “What’s your name?”

Normally you wouldn’t tell a stranger your name, but this situation is anything but normal. You stare at the boy for a few seconds, wondering why he feels familiar. There’s something about him that has you relaxing under his gaze, which is weird because he literally just appeared out of nowhere. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you reply sceptically. 

Draco smiles, “beautiful name.”

“Are you like a nonce or something?”

“Nonce?” Draco crinkles his nose in confusion. 

You narrow your brows at him. “You’re literally British-- how do you not know what that means?”

“I’m not… I don’t really come from your kind of England,” Draco doesn’t know how to explain there is an entire world she’s been hidden from-- this is the first Muggle he’s ever had a conversation with. 

“Are you Welsh?” 

“Do I sound Welsh to you?” Draco cocks his head to the side, already amused. 

“Sometimes I can’t tell the difference, not gonna lie,” you reply. “But no. I’m sure you’re English. You sound like you’re a private school kid or something.”

“I guess I am,” Draco replies quietly, looking around your bedroom and taking in all of the colours that it has. 

You seem to snap out of whatever daze you were in. “Hey! You distracted me. Now tell me what the hell you’re doing in my bedroom before I call the police.”

Draco’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as he contemplates his next words. He hesitates and sits down on your bed next to you. You can smell his cologne-- it smells much more expensive than the Lynx sprays the boys at college seem to be obsessed with. 

“Do you ever hear music in your ears?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in conformation. “You do. That’s… that’s me. My music. I hear your music too. You listen to it all the time. Um… normally a lot of bands and stuff.”

There’s a long silence. “Do you have me on Spotify?”

“What’s Spotify?” Draco’s nose crinkles. 

“You probably just see what I listen to on Spotify!” You claim, standing up as you become weary of the boy on your bed. 

Draco still doesn’t quite understand your Muggle terminology, but he gets the gist of what you’re trying to imply. 

“That doesn’t explain the music you hear in your head from me,” Draco tries. “Or how I just came out of your mirror.”

You look overwhelmed. “What are you?” You whisper. 

“We, Y/N, are soulmates.”

...

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PART TWO HERE

[nugnthopkns]

i wish i could disappear

word count: 3.6k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, feelings of anxiety due to social media harassment, invasion of privacy that border on stalking

recommended listening: brutal | olivia rodrigo

series masterpost: here

a/n: and we're off to the races!! i love this album and olivia so much. there's a shoutout to goon by tobias jesso jr. in here bc it's my favourite album to cry to lmao (highly recommend giving it a listen!). i'm on the fence about this one but am posting it anyways because i don't think i can make it any better

How the fuck do people find your social media?

All of your accounts are private and Kevin makes sure to never tag you on the rare occasion he posts a picture of the two of you together. The wives and girlfriends who have public accounts make sure to never post about you, and you’re careful not to comment on posts often. You’re a private person and though you understand that due to the nature of your relationship with Kevin you intrigue some fans, you don’t want to give them more than you have to.

Despite making no attempt to open up to the public or media, every day you wake up with hundreds of follow requests from complete strangers. At first it was a little exciting knowing that people were curious about your life but after years of the same routine it’s become draining. It takes you nearly twenty minutes each day to weed through them and accept only the people you know personally. Kevin doesn’t actually know how many people want to catch a glimpse of your daily life because you do your best to keep it from him. Knowing would only bring him stress, and you want him to be able to focus on winning games and loving you with his entire heart.

☼☼☼☼

The phone on your desk rings loudly, pulling your attention away from the computer screen that has way too many numbers on it for your liking. The finance department needed someone to proof their audit before sending it away and since you’re the only one in human relations that has a business degree the job landed on your shoulders. Eager to take a break, you pick it up and press the receiver against your ear.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other side laughs gently, but you immediately know it’s Kevin. “Hi sweetheart,” he says warmly, “How’s work?”

“Fine I guess. It’s work, Kev. Nothing terribly exciting happens here,” you explain but continue to fill him in on all the coffee pot gossip you got this morning. Kevin listens as you complain about forgetting your lunch on the counter and chuckles at how upset the situation makes you.

“What if I told you I’m outside your window with a burrito bowl?”

Excited at the possibility of seeing your boyfriend before dinnertime, you whip towards the window and spot Kevin on the sidewalk, waving like an idiot despite knowing your office is on the fifth floor. You hang up quickly after telling him you’ll be down in two minutes and let the receptionist know you’re stepping out for lunch. There’s a line for the elevator so you head to the stairwell, taking them two at a time in your haste. You’re crossing the street to the small park where Kevin has set up a picnic before your co-workers are even out the door.

You plop down on the blanket beside Kevin and lean into him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before passing you the food he brought. You take a bite, sighing at the taste. Kevin knows you better than you know yourself and knew exactly what to get that would satisfy your mounting hunger.

“Thanks babe,” you smile, holding up your fork and offering him a bite. He takes it graciously but makes a face. “What’s the matter?” you laugh as you take the utensil back.

“I fucking hate avocado.”

The two of you eat in relative silence, speaking only when you remember a detail from your morning. Kevin tells you about the drills he’s going to lead at practice in the afternoon and what he plans on cooking for dinner since he’ll be home before you. You insist you can whip something up when you get home but Kevin shakes his head. He reminds you that relationships are give and take, and that you’ve made dinner the past three nights because he had a string of games. You manage to reach a compromise that has you doing the dishes before you have to return to work.

Kevin insists on walking you back to your office even though you protest vehemently. Your relationship is far from secret, and has been the topic of workplace gossip more times than you can count, but after five years you’ve learned to ignore most of it. However, you don’t want your co-workers to think you flaunt your NHL player boyfriend to prove you’re better than them. They all love Kevin, and a couple of them congratulate him on last night’s goal as he follows you down the hall. A few of the newer hires stare in awe and shake his hand, completely blown away that one of Philadelphia’s biggest stars is asking how they like their jobs.

“Pretty soon they’re going to approach you to do PR for us,” you chuckle as you flip the light on and close the door of your office.

His laughter echoes off the walls as a pair of strong arms find a home around your waist. “It would be kind of fun to hear myself crush those radio commercials.”

“Since when do you listen to the radio?”

“Checkmate,” Kevin sighs, pulling you closer. He kisses you quickly, not wanting to give a show to anyone who could be walking past, but it still sends you reeling. You don’t want him to pull away and kiss him again.

You get your way for a few more moments and then Kevin’s leaving with a promise to not burn the house down and wishes for a good rest of the day. Focussed on giving the audit its final once-over you don’t bother pulling your phone from the drawer you had placed it in when you got to work that morning. You turn up the small radio at the corner of your desk and get to work scanning the document for errors. There’s a mistake halfway through that skews the rest of the data and fixing it takes a bit of time, but it isn’t a huge deal. You have nothing else to do except answer a few emails and organize meetings for after the weekend.

An hour or so later you’ve completed all your tasks and debate what to do. It’s too early to leave for the day, so you decide to kill time by checking your phone. You’re expecting a few notifications, perhaps two or three memes in the group chat you share with your friends, but not the hundreds that greet you.

The majority of them are instagram notifications, and assuming they’re just more fans requesting a follow you ignore them, instead heading to your text messages. There’s a picture from Kevin of a dog he found walking home and another from your mom asking why you haven’t called home in a few weeks. However the one from Claude’s wife is the one that piques your curiosity.

Just a heads up that someone posted a pic of you and Kev to one of those stupid wag pages. I filed a request for Instagram to take it down but it’s gotten a lot of traction. Sorry :((

Your heartbeat increases rapidly and a million thoughts fly through your head at a rapid speed. Fingers shaking, you respond with a thanks and open up the dreaded app. You don’t see it immediately, your feed being full of photos belonging to friends and family, but it’s in your messages almost two hundred times. Many of them have text attached and you know there will be a comment about your relationship regardless of which one you open.

Tapping on the most recent message you brace yourself for the worst. The new window opens a photo someone took of you and Kevin while eating lunch in the park across from your office not even three hours prior. It’s grainy and the camera angle is strange, but you’re eating and Kevin is looking somewhere out of frame. The accompanying caption reads Kev and his girlfriend out for lunch today! Follow @philllywagupdates for more :).

You let out a sigh of relief – it could have been a lot worse. Personal pictures of yourself have made it onto pages like that before and most of them they’re paired with mean-spirited captions about your appearance or other trivial matters. Assuming you’re in the clear, you head back to the page of the original message to thank the person for bringing the post to your attention. However, the message accompanying the post is anything but positive.

He can’t even fucking look at you. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves you

The blood in your veins runs cold. You know it’s not true – Kevin’s made it clear you’re the one and truthfully you’re just waiting for a ring – but it doesn’t stop the sting you feel. What could possess someone to say such horrible things? You decide not to respond despite, possibly opening another can of worms with the seen function, and close the app. Leaning back in your office chair you focus on anything but your phone, looking out the window at passersby while regaining your breath. It works for a while, but eventually not knowing what others said eats away at you. You go through every single message to see hundreds of similar comments to the first, with only a few saying they’re glad you’re happy or how posting the picture is a violation of your privacy.

By the time you’re finished your spirit has been crushed. However, it’s also an acceptable time to start the weekend – at least no one in the office will have to see you cry. Things are hastily packed into your bag and you wave a few quick goodbyes before once again taking the stairs. You curse yourself for deciding to walk to work that morning and set off in the direction of home wiping away tears. The last thing you need right now is for someone to recognize you, but you have to get home. Tobias Jesso Jr plays at much too loud a volume through your headphones and Kevin will most certainly remind you it’s bad for your hearing, but the melancholy piano riffs of Goon overpower the thoughts swirling around your head.

Do people really feel that way about me?

Are my friends just too nice to stop inviting me places?

Does Kevin really feel trapped?

Hundreds of similar sentiments and situations cross your mind as you stumble through the streets of downtown Philadelphia, but you force them as far back as possible before opening the door to the apartment you share with Kevin. Hoping to slip inside undetected, you take your shoes off slowly and throw your jacket on the end table instead of hanging it in the closet. Your plan fails somehow and Kevin hears you, greeting you in a goofy apron covered in flour.

“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles, but it drops once your eyes meet and he sees the hurt on your face. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing,” you insist, trying to step around him in pursuit of the bathroom.

Kevin doesn’t buy it and sees right through your feeble words. “It’s not nothing if you’re this upset. If you don’t want to talk now that’s fine, but I think you should get it off your chest.”

You know he’s right, but you also know you can’t tell him the true cause of your despair. “Just some work stuff,” you sigh. “The audit got all fucked up and I had to fix it even though it’s not my job.”

It’s not technically a lie, which makes you feel better, and Kevin buys it. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips in sympathy. “Go take a shower and the gnocchi should be ready by the time you’re done. We can spend the night cuddling on the couch.”

“And watching Selling Sunset?”

“We can watch whatever you want sweetheart,” he chuckles. You part from him with a final kiss and head to the bathroom. Hopefully the steam from the water will carry away the negativity brought on by that damn post.

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Time passes but the hateful comments on social media don’t stop. In fact, you’re pretty sure they get worse. It’s so bad that you’ve deleted every app except facebook because you need it for work. Kevin doesn’t notice your abstinence from social media, but he picks up on how you spend more time criticizing yourself or staring off into space. When he pushes you either brush him off or feed some bullshit excuse about how work is getting you down. You know he doesn’t believe you but trusts you enough to come to him when you’re ready to talk.

You aren’t sure if you’ll ever be able to tell Kevin what’s been going on. There’s been scrutiny from social media before, when you first started dating, but it quieted down after the initial media frenzy. He helped you through that but it’s different this time around. Never before have you had strangers tell you your life is worthless or that your boyfriend should end your relationship. Some of the other wags notice your absence on instagram but chalk it up to you just taking a break. They reach out via the group chat and send wishes to see you at the next home game. It’s nice to know they care, but the voice in your head that has grown much larger in recent weeks tells you they don’t truly mean it. This leads you to decline the invite as politely as possible, citing extended work hours for your absence. In reality you’re too anxious to be anywhere that isn’t home or work, petrified someone is going to post something that will add fuel to the flames of those who interrogate you.

It’s another Friday afternoon, and you’re leaving the office early once again. There’s a small craft exhibition taking place around the corner from work and today is the last day it’s open. You had been meaning to go all week, hoping to find something small to add to Kevin’s birthday gift. As you step out of the building there’s a small group of young women, who don’t look old enough to have graduated college, standing off to the side. It fills you with dread, worried that somehow someone found out where you work and the insults are going to start occurring verbally, but you force yourself to be rational. You work fairly close to one of the artsier districts in the city and it’s more than likely they just want to find a cute mural to take pictures in front of.

You pass by and swear you hear them snicker, but you remind yourself you’ve just been jumpy lately. When they peel from their place on the wall and follow behind at a distance you think the coincidences are running out. It seems a little too strange how their movements line up with yours, and you go down a few winding side streets in an attempt to lose them. Part of you feels ridiculous because what group of barely legal girls would track a full-blown adult around a city of nearly two million people, but your life is currently strange enough you can’t be sure. They don’t follow you, and by the time you reach the market your heart rate has returned to normal.

The first few stalls have little to catch your eye, but a few rows in you find a leatherworker who makes adorable wallets. Kevin’s is ridiculously old and falling apart at the seams – his mom bought it for him before the two of you got together. You think a new one will make a perfect addition to the concert tickets you already bought and browse the table for something simple and elegant. A deep brown one with tan braiding around the edges catches your eye and you know it’s the one for Kevin. Checking the price to make sure you have enough cash in your wallet, you approach the shop owner to purchase. The older man has a kind smile that reaches his eyes as he thanks you for purchasing from him.

“No, thank you for making something so beautiful!” you gush. “My boyfriend is going to love it.”

It’s then you hear it – snickering accompanied by the click of a camera. You look over your shoulder to see the same group of girls from before laughing as they huddle over a cell phone, no doubt already starting to broadcast the photo across the internet. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Those girls don’t deserve to see their mission accomplished, but the longer they laugh at you the harder it is to swallow your feelings.

Head held high, you thank the owner one more time before holding your head high and walking past the group. The only way out is past them so you hold your breath and pray they don’t notice you. Unfortunately you aren’t that lucky, and one of them looks up just as you come into earshot.

“If Kevin doesn’t leave you after that sorry excuse for a gift I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” she sneers.

Another one chimes in, “You’re honestly so pathetic.” They all cackle in amusement, and you speed up. The tears flow freely now, and you call an uber even though it will be a ridiculous amount of money. You just want to get home.

The uber driver doesn’t say anything when you get in, though you know it’s strange to be bawling your eyes out at four in the afternoon. You can’t help it – weeks of keeping all the hate to yourself finally got to you and being followed with the sole intent of ridicule is the final straw. At one red light he silently passes you a box of tissues, which you accept gratefully.

Luckily the lobby of your apartment complex is empty and you manage to get to your floor without encountering a familiar face. There’s a few hours until Kevin gets home from his final roadtrip of the season, and if you play your cards right you can get all the tears out and be as normal as possible before he comes through the door. You don’t even bother to put anything away, just head straight to the bathroom to slump against the tub. Sobs rack your body and you lose all sense of time. All you can feel is the hurt you’ve been holding in releasing itself and soaking the material of your blouse.

Kevin finds you laying in the position hours later. He tripped over your shoes coming in the door and immediately knew something was wrong – you always place them neatly on the rack in the closet upon arriving home. Peering through the quiet house for a hint at where you are, he sees the bathroom light on and makes a beeline for the room. It breaks his heart to see you like this, and even more so because he doesn’t know what spurred it on.

“Sweetheart, hey,” he coos, maneuvering his body to sit beside you and pull you into his lap. “What’s the matter?”

You bury your head in his shoulder and clutch the material of his dress shirt as you cry harder at the sound of his voice. Kevin takes your reaction in stride, rubbing circles on your back and working on evening out your breath. He doesn’t pressure you to speak and provides the stability you desperately crave as the world around you spins. An unknown amount of time passes before your tears run out, but spend it all on the bathroom floor curled into Kevin.

“I guess I should have told you sooner,” you mumble, “But I didn’t want to bother you.”

Concern laces Kevin’s features and his eyebrows knit together. “Tell me what?”

“I, uh, have been the subject of some internet hate for the past little bit,” you say sheepishly. It feels stupid to not have told him now, but you can’t change that. “But you were really busy with the season and I wanted to make sure your head was completely focused on the game so I just dealt with it myself. I deleted the apps and tried my best to go about my life. And then today after work I was followed by some people and they said some really hurtful stuff and shit became a little too real.”

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

It’s your turn to be confused. “Why are you sorry Kev? You're Not the one sending me death threats.”

He tucks a loose strand of hair back into your ponytail. “Maybe not, but I still made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about what was going on. What kind of partner am I?”

“The best one,” you say confidently. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I just want to forget about it right now. Can we just disappear for a little bit?”

Kevin wraps his arms around you tighter, as if he can engulf you to protect from the cruel outside world. “We can do whatever you want. If you want to get out of the city for a bit if you want, or just spend the next few days here away from prying eyes.”

“I love you.”

You say it because you mean it, and if you could scream it from the rooftops you would. Kevin is incredibly easy to love, even when you make it difficult for him to love you back. You know another much longer conversation is coming about everything that has happened recently because communication is the only way to solve problems and Kevin deserves that, but you’re thankful he’s willing to put it to rest for a few more moments.

He cracks a smile for the first time since he’s been home and kisses the crown of your head. “I love you too sweetheart,” he whispers, “Always and forever.”

Things are far from over and though you still never want to show your face in public ever again, you know that Kevin is going to do whatever he can to make things better and that’s enough for you.

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Thoughts and Reaction to GLACIATOR 2

Watched it earlier but didn't have time to rewatch for a second time while I write a post up like usual, so it's a little late. Also a heads up, this is a really long post. Like insanely long. I'm so sorry, but this episode was PACKED. Wow, so right off the bat, if it wasn't for Chat Noir being distracting with his flirting in Oblivio.... Chat Noir wouldn't have been so hurt this episode. 😬 Actions have consequences, who knew it would be such a big one...

The flirting in Oblivio led to distracted Kitty who Ladybug was distracted by causing them both to get hit and lose their memories, which led to the kiss, which Alya took a picture of, which ended up all over the internet that was then used to push Ladynoir as Couple of the Year with said picture everywhere, which led Chat Noir thinking he could try his usual flirting distracting ways to sway her, which this time she wasn't going to let Oblivio happen again, so she threw him in the trash can (that she called his basket, kitty in a basket omg) to keep him from distracting her and putting himself in danger to take care of the villain herself. Which... does make him feel he's not as needed, but at the same time I don't blame her for needing to get him out of the fight. He should know better by now that it's really dangerous. Also super curious as to what got Glaciator akumatized at the beginning of this episode.... "What the heart has forgotten, ice cream remembers." Wait. If they got blasted, they wouldn't have remembered what happened in Oblivio... would they? Hmmm. Interesting concept. o.o "Wait, if we kiss, maybe we'll get our memories back?" Yeah okay, I totally see why she'd want to throw him in the trash bin. Not only because he's super distracted, but he knows where she stands on a relationship with him and to keep talking about kissing like that isn't cool. I don't blame him for wanting to keep trying - especially since in these forgotten memories they know they have that they were together to know it's very possible and was being talked about at that moment - but everything about that scene from the situation to the timing of it and what's going on just calls for him to be taken out of the fight at that point. Ladybug's anger at Glaciator because he keeps pushing Ladynoir 😂

*He sees her start to walk towards him, grimaces, then hides. 🤣 I absolute lost it when he was crying out jostling in that bin while she pulled him up onto the roof and threw him out. XD This Ladynoir scene gives me angry girlfriend vibes. Which... is exactly what she says she doesn't want, but come on. And here we go, a total 180. I went from laughing away to going OUCH POOR KITTY Marinette's sure getting super angry and defensive about everyone talking about Ladynoir as a couple or assuming that they had been one. I get it can be irritating, but this is even worse than when she got all upset when she thought Chat Noir moved on so easily from Ladybug to Marinette. Adrien: Nobody can help me Kagami. Uh huh, we'll see about that. :D But really, he started to cry and had to contain his pain long enough to get out of the car so he could deal with it before going home. x.x Adrien's breaking my heart this episode. As soon as Adrien sat down, I said "This is where the akuma usually comes" expecting it to just cut to another kind of scene, and then it cut to Shadow Moth's lair. Which I wasn't actually expecting to happen! And because I was watching with my sister and said that, I missed Adrien's sobbing the first time. Rewatching it again, I get to hear it, headphones and all. That absolutely BROKE ME. To think I'll be hearing the English dub of it later... ugh. "Immense disappointment doubled in guilt." Which are really awful, but notice he doesn't mention heartbreak? At least our boy's heart wasn't broken and he still had hope deep down! Marinette: I want to pay to remove the billboards of Ladynoir! I love how Marinette walks by whistling and he's just so curious about what she's doing that it took him away from his thoughts. xD Also, I guess it makes sense with everything going on with Adrien at that time, but not once did he stop to consider that the boy she was talking about was him, when she literally just saw him, acted all nervous and jumbled, and gave him a gift she just so "happen" to have to cheer him up. I thought the gift scene was real until the pink bubbles. Then I was like "DANG IT, NOT AGAIN!!" She's like "NO WRONG GIFT! *yeets potter's wheel into trash like she yeeted Chat Noir into the trash earlier* It's not the ideal gift!" "It's a shame, a really beautiful potter's wheel..." BOY THEN TAKE IT, IT'S FROM MARINETTE :D "It's place is in the trash with the other things that are better to forget." Wow it's a good thing he doesn't know Marinette is Ladybug because that would hurt way more than that comment already did. "Ending up in the trash, I see..." well he was feeling a bit better temporarily, anyway. Gabriel? Being a good father for once without selfish motives and asks how he is, also wanting him to know that if he needs to talk, he can come to him? Whoa, what's going on :O Usually French Plagg gets on my nerves but he was adorable in this episode. x3 "I don't want to live like my father! A prisoner of a memory that is no longer! Wow. This really hits deep on a personal level. I love that Kagami pulled up seeing that Marinette's talk with Adrien didn't go well and had to step in. I was wondering where Kagami's sudden interesting choice of words was coming from when usually that kind of talk is more Marinette's thing. Never ever would've guessed the reason we got such awesome Marichat today was because of Kagami. "Find someone you don't have feelings for. You can practice your seduction technique on that person without your emotions bothering you!" "...Isn't that a little bit weird?" "At least it's less weird than what you normally do!" I...I can't 🤣🤣🤣 "This method is a proven method; there are even books about it!" Me, thinking she means actual books with studies backing it up, because she's Kagami: 🤡 "Okay, but what if the person who I'm telling it to falls in love with me?!" 👀 Oh. I smell the foreshadowing from this part of their conversation. Also I totally love their friendship. It's sad that when she's with Adrien, she just completely irks me but when she's with

Marinette, it's like she's a different, more likeable person. When it's the three of them together I think it's cute too. Remember Marinette wanting to pay to remove the billboards? Chat Noir: We won't stop until we have deleted all traces of my love for Ladybug! (You know the reason he's doing it is because his guilt about how Ladybug's feeling seeing the pictures, rather than him not wanting to see the picture himself. Even though it makes him sad.) Also poor Plagg, there were 11 billboards just in that one shot alone. :/ "Chat Noir! He's the ideal candidate! There is no way for him to fall in love with me! Well, the other me, yes! But not the real me!" Again with the foreshadowing! How many times are they going to hint at Chat Noir falling in love with Marinette in this episode? Tikki observing how weird it is that he's out there without an akuma and she's just like OH WELL seems normal enough to me! CHAT NOIR! MINOUMINOUMINOUMINOU 🤣🤣🤣 "Is there a problem?" "No, but I do need something from you... I just need a lover." Chat Noir: A lover?! O.O *Weredad flashbacks* NOPE I'M OUT Listening to her explain and him saying he doesn't love anyone, I could hear a faint siren in the background. What interesting detail :O "Dear Chat Noir..." "Marinette, sorry I feel honored, but like I told you I'm in love with no one at all." Lies but you're trying, poor boy. "Yes, of course, but I'm not talking to you, but to my lover who isn't my lover yet!" Right. She's not talking to you, but to her lover, who happens to be you. But neither of you know that yet, so it's not to you. 🥴 "Ah, I understand! But since you said Chat Noir, I thought you were talking about me." Oh but Chat, the first thing she said was it was supposed to be directed at the guy she likes, which she's said isn't you. You mistake that she likes you here, but in other situations you deny it? Aw boy. "What's the name of your lover?" "That's private!" "Well that's not really helpful." omg were you hoping to help her if you knew the guy, Kitty? "Okay then. Buttercup." "*laughs* Wait, his name is Buttercup?" "Of course not! It's not his real name, it's a code name! *pushes him to sit down*" oh dear she's already getting frustrated lol LOL he can't get over the codename Buttercup. 🤣 Also now I can't help but wonder if he's going to find out that Buttercup = Adrien and then he'll know what that means and freak out. Back in school, I had a codename for the guy I liked who unfortunately popped up at times silently without me knowing he was there. Somehow he found out what his codename was, either he figured it out or someone told him. His method of letting me know he knew was absolutely brilliant and entertaining but I was so beyond embarrassed and I never spoke of it again. For entertainments sake, it'd be hilarious if Adrien found out. But for Marinette's sake I sure hope he doesn't think or learn about it until after they're together. *music cuts off, Mariette's eyes go wide...*

It doesn't matter how many times I see this face, I burst into laughter. What the actual heck, Adrien! "What's going on, are you hurt somewhere?" 🤣 "Oh no! It's only my serious face." WHAT KIND OF A SERIOUS FACE IS THAT, YOU LOOK HORRIBLE. Seriously, you're either bursting into laughter giggling at "Buttercup" or you're looking like you can't stand the person that's speaking to you. Is there no in between, Adrien? *interrupts for the forth time* Sorry Marinette, but what face do you want me to make? IDK MAYBE ONE THAT ISN'T DISTRACTING AND INTERRUPTING HER EVERY TWO SECONDS. "But you said-" "Oh yes! I know, but what you feel isn't important! Because I'm the one who's training! Act like you are interested a bit in me! It never hurts to be interested in others from time to time!" Okay so like... in this context, her saying "act like" implies in a romantic way, right? Then her saying it never hurts to be interested in others from time to time... so is that yet another hint he's going to take from her to be interested in someone else? 🤔 "Dear BUTTERCUP!" oh the frustration. *Chat Noir interrupts yet again* I mean. I can see why Ladybug loses her patience with him, I'm so sorry. 😂 "You didn't let me finish." "I know, but the way you open your mouth is so moving. *launches into descriptive in-love language*" "Ugh, it's too much now. 😑" It's always been too much, Marinette. It took Chat Noir saying it to you to realize? xD *Marinette starts again, Chat Noir starts to interrupt yet again* "WHAT NOW?!" "Well, this time I'm under the impression that you are madder at me, than in love with me!" Gee, I wonder why. 😂 I've actually lost count at how many times you've interrupted her! 5? 6? Well, Chat Noir delivering those lines sure showed her up. And showered her how bad they sound. XD "Let's take a break. *simultaneously suggests going to the cinema*" Are you... are you two serious right now? The movies? You know, that in this show has been used almost exclusively as the place couples (or unrequited lovers end up hoping for something more) go to? And you both just thought that'd be a good idea for some reason? Oh you adorable dorks. The way Marinette looks at him when she knows he doesn't know it's Ladybug/when he's out of sight is just... girl why. Why do you have to do this to yourself. FRIENDS DON'T LOOK AT FRIENDS THAT WAY. No romance, no superheroes. Let's watch this sci-fi/fantasy type film! *has romance anyway* It always be like that, huh.

Chat looks genuinely sad. Marinette just looks done with everything. xD The facial expressions and body language in this episode are absolute GOLD. I've never stopped to look and laugh at so many in a single episode before. Marinette talks about how saving the world is easier (or ahem, must be easier) than telling someone you love them, you just use the Miraculous Ladybug and what's broken is fixed. Because once you do tell someone you love them, and it doesn't work out and they don't love you back, "The cataclysm is in your heart and Miraculous Ladybug can't fix it." Wow, that's deep. I love how she's opening up to him and explaining how she gets around guys when she likes them. That's good info for him to know later. Chat Noir: "I also like hamsters-" Random theater guy: "And I like to watch movies in silence!" EXCUSE ME DUDE. I'D LIKE TO HEAR THAT CONVERSATION. I'VE WAITED SINCE SEASON 2 FOR HER TO FIND OUT THAT CN OR ADRIEN LIKE HAMSTERS AND YOU INTERRUPTED THAT, HOW DARE YOU! THAT'S THE HERO(es) OF PARIS YOU'RE YELLING AT. That could've been the conversation where we could've found out the name of what she wants her hamster to be! 😤 His baton had an umbrella built in. Who knew! But look how much effort they put in to giving us an umbrella scene with these two. When they get to her house it stopped raining. Very purposeful, very meaningful! "It's funny, because I'm the opposite of you." Ahh yes, that Yin and Yang at play. "I wish I could love someone else, but it's impossible." Nothing's impossible! Especially when the girl you love is right next to you and you don't even know it. Not sure how things will go with this, but this episode sure hinted at him potentially falling for Marinette an awful lot. "And now because of that, she hates me!" "She doesn't hate you, Chat Noir!" "Today she threw me in a rubbish bin!" It was purely to keep him under control, he was being a distraction during an attack and a distraction is dangerous. "You're a good Kitty, I know that you will find a solution." As she takes his arm ahhhh. And ooh, see now this makes me curious as to what this means. What's he going to do? Andre, it's okay! You're not wrong, Ladybug and Chat Noir really are meant for each other. She isn't even being romantic with him and they're talking about Ladybug. This is why it's bad to assume! "Thank you for traveling Air Chat Noir. We're hoping to see you again very soon!" Oh? 👀 You're hoping to see Marinette soon huh? Ngl was a bit disappointed that it was a goodbye kiss, but that was the most natural goodbye kiss these two have had so that's really nice. Also interesting how the main akumatization (not when the episode starts, or an almost akumatization) in the episode happens with 5 minutes left in the episode. That's an unusual turn of events. OOPS Ladybug was so peeved at Chat Noir's antics that she didn't give Andre the lucky charm. See, those distractions are dangerous!! "Glad to see you again! Uh, my dear friend that I respect! And for whom I don't feel anything except an honest and uninterested friendship!" "Are you making fun of me?" LOL these lines! But actually, the "glad to see you again!" caught my attention in the way that, well, it sounds like he wasn't expecting to see her again at least for awhile? An akuma just showed up so that's really interesting, she doesn't flake on akumas. Then when you know Hack-San takes place after this and that's a whole other thing and makes so much sense for his behavior in that. x.x Lucky Charm! *actual car crashes down* But wow, she came up with her plan based on memory of something somewhere else in the city. That's amazing :o *screams out the sports car window that he's driving at 14 years old* STOP IT WE'RE JUST FRIENDS"

Excuse me. But I'm pretty sure this is not a "Oh yes, we're just friends!" look. Ladybug sees his efforts already. But what's he going to think if he catches you look at him like that one day, hm? When these two go to get their licenses, watch them both get it with ease. That's so impressive. Chat Noir threw himself out a speeding sports car. O.O I get he has the suit but NO FEAR. "Good riddiance (aw :c)! I am ready m'lady! Uh, it doesn't bother you if I call you m'lady?" "No, no problem! You know, if I tell you something is bad then stop and that's it, it's simple!" I mean she's right, it really is that simple. A lot of people could keep this in mind about a lot of things 😛 Everyone over here wondering how she's going to throw an entire car in the air. Ladybug: Duh, I'm just going to throw the car keys, that's all I need to do! We probably should've realized from episodes where she's only thrown part of a lucky charm into the air lol. xD Chat Noir: welp bye Ladybug, I still need to help Marinette! Who would've thought we'd have an episode where Chat leaves Ladybug to go see Marinette instead. 😂 Ladybug: yeah well, I need to get home before you get there so I better go too. "What's wrong is that doesn't sound like me." Yeah no, these attempts have never sounded like you! But this one: "The day we first met... I judged you badly. I found you pretentious and superficial. And I got to know you better, I saw who you truly were inside. Someone gentle, honest, and generous! And ever since then, I've been trying to tell you something! (Except every time I try, it's like my brain is breaking!) 🤦But this time, I think I'm ready! I love you." 100% authentic Marinette, super meaningful and deep, it made Chat Noir go from smiling to an expression that was touched, even though it wasn't meant for him. And them telling each other that anyone would be lucky to love them hahaha come on guys, wake up! "MARINETTE?!" "AH, that's my dad!" Chat Noir: Lol NOPE not again! Adrien's in a much better mood now, which is wonderful! And I see you over there adorable DJWifi. Marinette getting kidnapped by Kagami Part 2. "Did you do what I told you?" "Partially, I didn't get to the end but-" omg what was the end? o.O You already said "I love you", what else was there to cover? Using his name? Darn it Tom, why'd you have to interrupt and scare Chat off! "Perfect, I was worried because it's a risky technique!" well girl why'd you suggest it then? 😂"While training with a guy, you might fall in love with him..." I mean... is this the foreshadowing of her really starting to fall for Chat Noir? Did this episode really give us numerous examples of possible Ladynoir/Adrienette/Marichat verbally announcing to the audience reciprocating feelings for each other in the future? Kagami: Proven methods that work to seduce a boy. Also Kagami: I didn't finish volume 3 of the manga I got the idea from to know if it was a good idea, but I just learned it's risky because you could fall in love with the boy you practiced confessing to. Well. I mean, because of all that, Chat Noir's in a better place, which means Adrien's in a better place and will be changing how he expresses his feelings. And Marinette realized that her method of expressing her feelings is wrong, too. All from a manga. Who knew? 😂 "I thought you gave up on Ladybug." "Marinette opened my eyes! In fact, with her I always play my role of being Chat Noir!" OHHHHHHHHH. That's big right there! He's saying he's really comfortable with and feels like he can be himself with her, and he now knows and acknowledges it! {✔️} Marinette's super important to him and he'll do anything to make her happy. {✔️} He'll always be there to protect Marinette, having shown he'd even sacrifice himself for her. {✔️} He feels the most comfortable when he's around Marinette. Hmmmm. What does that sound like? I wonder.... 🙃 "Maybe if I show Ladybug who I truly am, she'll fall in love with me." She already knows you as Adrien and loves you, so yeah, that'll do it! I wonder if at that point she'd figure it out

who they are by piecing it together. If she's not going to have to find out who Chat is first, that is. Also Plagg is so done with this. I don't blame him, that's got to be beyond frustrating knowing.

Probably my favorite ending card to date. Very simple, but a lot of meaning in this! Ladrien looking at each other, Marichat being back to back (and super close that it looks almost cuddly lol you dorks) while Ladynoir faces each other and Adrienette faces each other, but not really looking into each others eyes. Very interesting! This was an insane episode, so much to observe and take in from it. I also really hurt in this episode because of Adrien's pain, but laughed a crazy amount from it too. It felt very rounded and great, I absolutely loved it! Maybe it was for the best we got this episode right before Ephemeral. To soften the blow that sounds like is coming. Woo, I'm not ready! :D