#he’s so stinkin cute bro

[iheartjameshetfield]

Okay okay I know I would kill for James and the urge to be his girlfriend is killing me but imagine being his girl bsf.

Like from kindergarten you and him where friends and now you two are inseparable. Just for him to be so comfortable around you makes me feel a type of wayyy. And you two tell each other like EVERYTHING.

Because your parents are always out of town, James would always come around to your house and stay for days on days.

(Like when you two are like 15 or something) You somehow manage to get alcohol and cigarettes. So you two would just get drunk to a degree and mess around in your back yard.

Like having that kinda friendship with James to the point where you are like brother and sister is so fucking cute like OH MH GOD SOMEONE HELP ME. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Someone send help this boy is too cute

NO CUZ IVE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT

like as much as i literally wanna marry this beautiful specimen of a man, just imagine being his best friend in the whole world.

you would’ve been there for all his shit and he would be there for all of yours. i feel like james use to be the type of person who didn’t know how to comfort someone that much, like he’d be more awkward ‘how do i stop her from being sad’ he would mean well but he just wouldn’t know what to do

but with you? god you’ve been friends for lord knows how long, he knows that he doesn’t even have to say anything. he knows that you just being in his embrace, hugging you for as long as you need it and him murmuring sweet words to you is enough. he knows that you’ll be ready to talk about it on your own pace. he knows not to try and give you advice. he understands that you just need someone to understand and hear you

during classes, you two wouldn’t even focus. you would just keep talking and talking, shit talking everyone you can, drawing the weirdest shit you can think of in each other’s notebooks or playing games like tic tac toe.

most of the time, one of you, if not the both of you, were asleep. you grab his wrist slowly to be sure not to wake him up and draw on his hand or write meaningless notes or insults on him. or when you’re the one who is asleep, he’d mindlessly play with the ends of your hair. i feel like he would also take notes for you if you fell asleep during smth important. you couldn’t even count the amount of times you both were late to class because both slept throughout the session, james’ back slouched against his chair while you rest your head on his arm.

he would alwayssss make sure to walk you to your class first, not caring how late he would be to his own.

sometimes, when you both were sooo done with school, you’d ditch. you would leave early and go back to your house. you would eat whatever snack you found while he shows you something new he learned on the guitar, or you’d both be in the back yard, listening to whatever was on the radio while you pass a joint back and forth, talking about whatever came to mind since there were no secrets between the two of you

james would teach you how to drive since your parents didn’t have the time. he’d make silly remarks, pretending to clutch onto the seatbelt harder than necessary as he prays to god to forgive him for everything he’s done while you tell him to shut up and not be overdramatic.

during prom, you were sort of down that no one had asked you, although you weren’t surprised since you didn’t really interact with anyone from your grade other than james.

to make you feel better, he would buy you flowers and ask you instead. he’d do the whole matching his tie with your dress and even pick you up from the front door like a gentlemen.

when you guys were in middle school, you started using this camera that you found somewhere in your house. you would take pictures of the weirdest things or take pictures of james during the most unusual timings. he could be opening a can of beer, or picking out a record, or even tuning his guitar and every three seconds, he’d feel you take a picture of him.

it annoyed him a lot at first, which only made you take more pictures of him, but after a while he got used to it. in fact, he enjoyed it and would sometimes use the camera to take pictures of you or the both of you together.

james sees you as his little sister, so he hates it whenever you’d wear something a little showy. whenever you’d go to a gig with him or a club or just anywhere, he always makes sure to stay close to you, chasing off any guy that even thinks about making a move on you. you get annoyed at him most of the time but other times, you were thankful. although you did find it irritating whenever he’d pull your shirt up or your skirt down or even giving you his jacket, telling you to cover up.

this picture of james is so childhood-best-friend trope i cant explain it, but he would totally smile this way with you only or when you tell him to smile big for the camera, he’d give you this goofy grin 😭😭

[matrixbearer2024]

Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fiancé Edition

Fiancé!Vox x gn!Reader

A/N: MY BRAINROT IS BRAINROTTING OKAY I JUST NEEDED TO DUMP THIS STUFF SOMEWHERE AFTER SEEING ALL THE WIFEY ALASTOR AND LUCIFER STUFF- LIKE I LOVE THOSE TWO BUT LEMME YEET IN MY BELOVED SAMSUNG TV NOW YALL- THIS COULD MOST LIKELY BE OOC COMPARED TO CANON BUT LIKE- LET ME DREAM I WANT THIS FLATSCREEN SO BAD P L E A A A S E-

A/N: This little thingy would have both an SFW and NSFW portion, mostly because I'm a depraved little shit and I am downbad for a 7ft bipedal television with issues-

SFW HEADCANONS:

Now first off, y'all probably would've been dating a long long while before this mans would pop the question.

I feel like he'd know that he wants to marry you, but he's so unsure of it plus he's concerned about how that would affect you in all of it.

Like, oh great if this gets out suddenly you've got one of the biggest targets on your back because you're the technology overlord's fiance and soon to be wife/husband.

As if you hadn't already when you both started dating-

Vox is a perfectionist so I'd imagine he would try so so hard to get everything completely flawless for his proposal.

But nothing goes his way that day, none, nada, zilch-

That's just his luck, totally not because it got screwed over by a certain radio demon for shits and giggles.

But he ends up asking you anyway, though a bit indirectly because it slips during his irritated rant.

"I can't believe they managed to spill wine all over me back there! All over one of my best suits as well!"

"Hun, we could always send your suit to the professional cleaners. It's okay! We can always just go someplace else next time too-"

"No! That- ugh! I had all these plans today and they were just ruined! I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for when I was going to propose to you-"

"You were gonna what-"

Vox immediately shut up once he realized his screwup then.

So much for keeping it a surprise!

That's kind of how you ended up with a diamond ring on your finger that night.

And that's how Vox ended that really stressful day with an extremely satisfying night.

He ditched work the next day and just spent it being all over you.

Yes he admires the ring on your hand from time to time, this man just stares.

You can betcho ass that ring is expensive as fuck too.

Like as if this man didn't kiss your hands enough, that new accessory marking a new chapter of your afterlives just makes him do it more.

He's actually kinda housewife material if you squint-

This man can cook and clean, and as a bonus he's filthy stinkin RICH.

Bro I need me one of these holy shit-

If he wasn't clingy enough before, oh boy get ready for this.

He will always have an appendage on you at all times, a hand on your lower back, your hip, in your hand-

Or he'd just have you in his lap while he worked on stuff in his office.

Also, Vox being possessive as all hell if someone so much as just stared at you too long-

Please that goes straight up to 1000% when you agreed to wear that ring.

You guys planning to get hitched doesn't stay secret for too long though.

With Valentino and Velvette sticking their noses in Vox's business as a daily pastime anyhow-

Hence why a lot of sinners started shipping you two.

And oh goodness the ship wars.

Sometimes Vox wishes the internet wasn't really connected to his brain-

The magazines went wild with that one too-

Cuz imagine, the richest and the pride ring's probably most esteemed bachelor-

Aside from Lucifer probably, Vox's marketing and PR team are insanely good at their jobs-

Was now off the market and due to get hitched with you.

I'd imagine even if Vox doesn't post anything on social media, you or Vel would-

Literally like those married couples on TikTok or something with a whole bunch of cute shit.

You can best believe the most cracked out shit happens while you're both engaged though.

"Oh this is Vox, he's my ex-boyfriend."

"... You have got to stop saying that. I'm their fiancé."

You did not stop saying that.

Actually you wouldn't stop saying that even when his title upgraded to husband.

Not that Vox cares, your shenanigans were what caused him to gravitate towards you in the first place.

And until now they're what keep your relationship fun and interesting.

"Hey hubby, ooooh~ you're looking like the hottest thing in all of the pride ring despite having just rolled out of bed."

"Hahaha, good morning to you too doll."

It doesn't register what you called him at first until he's had his coffee and then it clicks.

You play it off attempting to be coy until he replays the video of you greeting and calling him that on his face.

His. Face.

Sneaky little shit that's what-

He doesn't really respond to any other petname now, you've dug your grave.

"Vox."

"Vox."

"Vooooooxxxx-"

"What? What?? What do you want???"

"Can you peel this orange for me?"

"Really? That's it? Why don't you peel it yourself?"

"Because it tastes better when you do it?"

He does it eventually, hell if he's in a particularly good mood he'll even feed you.

That's always kind of how it goes when you ask him for things.

If it's something you want/can buy though?

You're already in possession of his credit card, just get whatever tf you want HAHAHAHA-

He's still a busy bastard though so it's not really much different from how it's like when you guys were dating-

But he genuinely tries to balance his work a little better to spend more time with you.

This man is such a workaholic though you end up having to drag his ass out of his office to rest anyway.

Again, nothing new from when you were just dating.

You guys jokingly throw around your soon to be marital titles in private.

Vox kind of feels like a kid in a candy store when you do, just giddy and excited for what's to come.

Not to mention he now has a partner in crime when he riffs on Alastor!

He'd be over the MOON if you just joined his chaos.

The radio demon probably wouldn't give a shit, he's just built different like that-

You both get so comfortable that you almost forget that you have a wedding to plan and set a date for.

Until Velvette asks about it and you're both just: "Oh. Right."

Your fiancé's schedule is so fucking packed though it was nearly impossible to.

This guy was going to work himself to death before you could tie the knot lmao-

But eventually you both got a date and venue settled, so that was one step closer.

NSFW HEADCANONS:

Okay so like, I know sinners can't actually copulate unless you're Lucifer but that's besides the point-

And Vox isn't really a family man at all-

But boy oh boy if he didn't have it before-

This man would have an insane breeding kink after you both got engaged.

This man wants to see you stuffed.

Literally doesn't matter if you're riding him or he's just impaling you on his cock-

This guy just wants to fill you up so bad.

I'd also think that you guys would be screwing around a lot more often after he popped the question-

Something about emotions constantly running high and dopamine being one hell of a drug.

I think Vox is a switch, so I'd also imagine he'd be more inclined to let you dom him every now and then.

Or when he just wants to be a bratty little shit please go ahead and tame him, he likes it.

You can kind of get away with more stuff when you're both engaged.

Like tease him a whole ton and he just bites hook, line and sinker.

It's already gotten to the point where the power in the tower would die often enough that Velvette herself has gone through some crazy lengths to cockblock her colleague.

Speaking of, Vox would probably use you as a stress reliever after work if you let him-

Like he will just fuck you stupid until all you say is his name because this guy is addicted to hearing it.

Or he'd let you fuck him stupid until he's so far into sub space he forgets about his shitty day.

Cuz if it's rough, it's rough with you two.

But on the gentler side-

It's just as addicting and if not probably a little worse.

Though you would probably be the one taking initiative/domming whenever you both have gentle rounds.

I'm all for Vox being able to switch some of his parts cuz he wanted to/can.

So y'all have fucking choices when it comes to wrecking this idiot.

Like a multiple choice exam, literally shotgun the fuck outta those answers like you deteriorate his mental.

And consequently the entire city's power grid.

"GODDAMNIT! VOX! (Y/N)! NOT AGAIN!!"

[satrnretrnsintrlude]

Some of my favourite braden schneider moments - w photos as well bc he’s JUST SO STINKIN CUTE 🫶🏼

i mean. can u say adorable, his favourite candy is NERDS ROPES??? I’M ON THE FLOOR

also that whole interview with the kid…..sobbing. hes so adorable. both of them.

him on this night is just so….what a distinguished gentleman 🥲

i’m cherishing the second photo as the only evidence of him shirtless….I’ll TAKE IT!!!!

him in the broadway hat is just maximum adorableness…and is bro sipping on ice water in the second one?? 😭😭

anyways thats it..i <3 him so much my god my knees are weak

[ashipiko]

RAHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY ‼️‼️ SURPRISE, LOSERRR 🫶🫶

plus a lil bonus,,,,

ASHI’S BIRTHDAY CAMPAIGN! 🌺

…Well, Ashi was supposed to react to Viv’s gift, until a certain somebody came in and stole the spotlight. If led to the birthday girl malfunctioning a little, the second lover’s quarrel of the day, and a desperately needed 5 minutes for them to sort it out. Hopefully the gift giver had no problems with waiting in order to get a proper, deserved reaction.

“ACEY, for the last time, no PDA at the party…!”

“Is that just so you don’t short circuit on me, or is that an actual rule?”

“An actual rule! For my sanity…!”

“Too bad I’m a rule breaker then~”

Sighing upon realizing it would take a little longer than wanted to get out of this trap, Ashi embarrassedly looks over to the one who gave the gift, “A-Anyway! Vivs, gen thank you SO much for this banger of a banger?! This is sick! I look so stinkin’ cute!~ Like, your art is literally off the walls insane.”

“All the artists dropping off these trinkets for me are so talented…” The girl’s iconic sobs visit yet again, “You guys just get the Ashi charm! I’m so cute…!”

(ASHI REACTION UNDER CUT)

viv you cannot just call me a loser AND DROP THIS?????? CUZ HELLO????????? BRO EHAT!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 I WDYYALLY LIKE LOWKEY SCREWMED WHEN THIS FIRST GOT SENT IN THE EFFORT. YOU PUT IN? ASHI’S ARTGIRL CHARM LITERALLY POPPED OFF HERE LIKE ??2?:2!/?. THE POSE IS SO COOL. THE COMPOSIYION ISS O NICE. ITS LIKE SHES JUMPING OUT OF HER NOTEBOOK…… THE LETTERING FOR THE GEOOVY???? WAAAUAGAH. THE COLORS THE EVERTHING THE SPARLLESSSS WHEN I GETCHU VIV. WHEN IGEG YOU!!!! THANK HIU SO MUCB FAM LIKE AXTUALLY

And your ACE HES SO CUTE. HES SO HNDOSME. PUNCHES HIMM!!!!! do not LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT 😭😭🤔😭👊😭🥲😳 IM LOSING MY MIND IT. yeah. I JEED TO SLEEP. IM GOONG INSANE. THANK YOU AAHIN VIVS THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME FO COO COO NUTS INSANE

[nanis4thewin]

I just saw a POV texting my boyfriend slideshow on TikTok and just imagine this with quackity

(this is in a texting position btw)

Hey I'm gonna go take a shower (s/o). Without me? (Quackity). Don't even say that (s/o)

I need you on top of me (s/o) OH? (Quackity) not like that (s/o) WDYM "NOT LIKE THAT"?? (quackity). I mean in a cuddle way you nasty (s/o)

I NEED YOU RN (s/o). HUH? (quackity). I MEANT THAT BROKW A DISH (s/o). Aw shucks. (Quackity)

tejejej bro this is so stinkin cute

and then he’d would respond to ur shower messages sayin “so is that a yes or no??🤔”

to the cuddle one he’d say “im not nasty, ur nasty, nasty”

and when he first read the broken dish text he was like “they need me🤭😏” and then when u found about the broken dish he was like “oh..😪”

[loquaciousquark]

Got spoiled twice in casual browsing this afternoon, so decided to go ahead and play through the epilogue on my original Tavish save set so I'd at least get the comfort of seeing the big stuff for the first time on my own. (Thanks to @eponymous-rose for keeping me company despite spoilers!)

I am honestly SO HAPPY with 99% of the epilogue! Everything with Wyll, Karlach, Jaheira, Halsin....if I keep going I'm just going to name all the characters but ESPECIALLY WYLL AND KARLACH. Oh my gosh, the hints towards finding a forge in the Hells! Wyll's eye! His armor looks so unbelievably dumb but I guess when you're living hand to mouth in Avernus you make what you can get. I bet it's not as good as that Helldusk armor I had him in, but oh well.

Tara was there! We got to talk to Tara! And tell everyone Astarion & Tavish were dating! And so many people wanted to talk about what we were doing and what we were up to--ahh, I loved it. I will say I cackled like a loon at the idea of Tav giving a lecture at Blackstar Academy or whatever it is and Astarion sitting at Gale's desk kicking up his feet and knocking over all his desk decorations.

Scratch got new animations! Throwing the astral prism as a fetch object was absolutely inspired, and the little animation set where he just sits down and gnaws on it and throw it around--so unbelievably cute. And he sleeps! He sleeps on its side and it's so STINKIN cute! And the owlbear going to live with Shadowheart--I'm cryyyyying, I'm so happy for her and her cottage and her hoard of animals and her million flowers I'm sure are there.

And even the little QoL things like having a chest full of clothes and dye! So thoughtful and nice! I would have killed that halfling for a potion of animal speaking, though - I'll drink one before the Netherbrain next time to make sure it carries over.

The only teensy weensy tiny itty bitty complaint I have is that I wanted to be able to kiss Astarion at this party. Just once! And I wanted him to go out and be merry with everybody! I'll accept that he's feeling skulky and be satisfied immensely with my hugs, but Tavish on the new run hasn't gotten to Moonrise yet, so I'm starving for a lack of kisses here, augh.

I loved every word Withers said. I loved every second/third/fourth round of dialogue for all the companions. Jergal is such a dang bro and he seemed so enthusiastic to get to hang with the fam. Bless!

I do wonder if it's possible to try to kill people at this party - there were certainly enough death-causing implements and scrolls floating around!

And then the END CREDITS?????????????? Raphael ranting about THE CROWN OF KARSUS?????????????? This does explain why Gale made a point of saying it had gone back to Mystra when we most deffo left that sucker in the river, but HELLS-RELATED DLC???? I THOUGHT KARLACH AND WYLL WERE JUST LEAVING THEIR FATES OPEN-ENDED AND THEN ACTUALLY JK WE MIGHT BE GOING THERE??????????????????

Surely this is a promise of upcoming DLC, surely. I have no idea if they intend this to be paid or free (honestly I think it should be paid) but either way I'll throw every dollar I have at them if and when it comes out. How is Raphael alive. How is Mystra going to keep the crown from him. How are we going to get the gang back together. What does Zariel's area look like!! Will we get to go past level 12!! How is Raphael ALIVE!!

I honestly just had the biggest grin on my face the entire time. Every conversation, every hug, every gesture. What a complete delight, and I can't believe we get it for free.

(Sidenote: I was also beyond overjoyed that this patch also fixed the Astarion epilogue, the broken scars cutscene, and apparently the kisses. Again, Tavish hasn't gotten to at-will kisses yet, and I'm DYING.)

(Sidesidenote: I couldn't get any of my first game saves to load after a certain point [turned out to be due to an old mod I'd uninstalled] and troubleshooting that to get the saves to work again was honestly really fun, ahh.)

[nap-noodle-doodles]

Age Swap Short-fics No. 1

"Some Stupid Pop-Tart Situation"

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@MasonHasBean: Why do I feel like Donnie, as the oldest, would have the Mad Dogz even more chaotic than they already are... Amazing AU :)

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"Alright, spill. Which one of you ate all the Pop-Tarts last night?" Donnie muttered with a sharp and suspicious glare. "I swear, if nobody confesses their sins right now, I'm gonna tear this place apart."

Mikey scoffs and puts his hands behind his head. "Well, I dunno about you liars out there, but it definitely wasn't me," he said, casually licking the icing off his fingertips.

"I-IT'S NOT ME!" Leo defensively yelled on the floor while tugging his eldest brother's leg. "I'M TOO CUTE TO BE DOING SOMETHING SO HEINOUS AND C-C-CRUEL!!"

"W-woah, what is up with your attitude today, little man??" Raph mutters with sweat as he watches Leo whine and cry on the floor like a baby. He awkwardly clears his throat. "U-um... Anyways... It wasn't me."

"Hmmmm..." Donnie's glare only grows more suspicious, judging by his three little brothers' responses to his question. He strokes his chin and tries to think of a solution to this mess...

"Aha!" He snaps his fingers and smirks cheekily. "Alright then... If none of you are willing to confess..." He brings out his tech bo. "Then I might as well make you..."

As soon as he presses a button, a bunch of feathers and robot hands come out of his bo.

"And I'll do it through the power of the ALL MIGHTY TICKLE ATTACK!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!"

The three of his brothers gulped very loudly and began sweating bullets. "U-uh, h-h-hey, big bro Mikey..." Leo muttered with a nervous chuckle. "W-w-what do you usually do when you get into trouble like this since I DON'T know what that feels like?"

"I, u-uh..." Mikey quietly stares at Donnie and blinks for a few seconds... He immediately GRABS Leo and Raph's hands. "WE RUN FOR OUR FRICKIN' STINKIN' LIVESSSSSSS!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" the three of them yelled while frantically zooming across the room like helpless little mice.

"THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN NOW, SELFISH THIEVES! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Donnie yells back, chasing after them while going completely berserk with his tickle machine of a tech bo.

[buthowboutno]

First of all, nice playlist. it was really fun listening to it while reading this chapter. Second of all, not the family dipping out leaving the pair alone on Valentine's Day. Sneaky sneaky. Third, Donnie sneaking some of his coins into a kids cup and Sweets seeing? ugh so stinkin' cute. then the hug. Bro, bestie, compadre, we have been blessed.

the fam thinks they're so fucking sneaky smh

I WOULD DIE FOR DONNIE BEING GOOD WITH KIDS. HE'S A TEEN DAD!!! HE'S BEEN AT THIS FOR A WHILE!!!

glad you liked the chapter/playlist <3<3

[stray-ninjas-fandoms]

Finished watching Tiger and Bunny S2 part 2:

WHYYYYYYYYY Why are Tiger and Bunny so so ADORABLE!!!???? Aaaaaaaaaaaa.....

That whole ending with how they’ll be partners forever and how Tiger can’t stand by him but will be on his side like BRO NOOOOOO STOP WITH THE ONION CUTTING NINJAS PLEASE.....(not me ugly crying with Bunny too)

Their whole journey and how they came to be so close and all was so pure and I really REALLY don’t want this to be the end but.... it was super cute and I’m okay with this end sort of but not fully satisfied happy you know?

I want to see more shenanigans with these two! Like a whole series or at least an OVA just them spending buddy time together eating out and what not. *pounds on table* MORE TAIBANI MORE TAIBANI MOOOOOORE!!!

Also felt so bad for Lunatic but I’m happy he got to see Tiger and Bunny before his flaming send off I guess....(he deserved a lot better and an f-ton of therapy)

And Golden Ryan keeping Blue Rose smiling when she gets sad and all just SO STINKIN’ ADORABLE! (FireSky too! Very cute! All the buddies were cute)

Overall a good 2nd season and *sniffles* ending to the series.... but I need mooooooore!

[moemoemammon]

So bear with me. MC sleeps like a rock. A bomb could go off next to them, and they don't wake up. Now, add shallow breathing, and they look like a corpse. You could mistake them for a corpse if you don't check their pulse.

How would the brothers (+ datables if you're not too picky hehe) react to the first time waking them up for school only to think they probably died in their sleep on day one??

Sleeping Like a Corpse!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer didn’t think much of you when you arrived, now could he be bothered to personally make sure you peeled yourself out of bed in the morning. So naturally, he sent Mammon to go do it.

But when Mammon came back complaining about how you didn’t budge an inch, big bro realized he’d have to take care of it himself, like usual.

He figured slamming your door open would’ve done the trick, but you remain still. And as much as he wants to drag you out of bed by the ankle, he knows how fragile humans can be. He opts for giving you a vigorous shake, and.... you don’t budge.

He calls your name, nothing. He literally pulls you upright by the shoulders and jostles you around like a protein shaker bottle, but you don’t move, and- wait... are you breathing? MAMMOOOOOO-

“Haaah... It’s your first morning with us, and you’re already causing me trouble. If it weren’t for the warmth of your skin, I’d have thought you were dead. Perhaps I should give you an enchanted alarm clock, if you prove to be this difficult to wake every morning.”

Mammon

Tch, he seriously didn’t get why THE Great Mammon had to do this sorta grunt work! Why should he have to make sure a lousy human gets up for school? It’s not like he’s their babysitter! but we all know he’s a p*ssy so he’s not gonna say that out loud

But that means he’s gonna make sure you know how irritated he is! Mammon bursts into your room, calling you a ‘stinkin’ human’ at the top of his lungs, and... you don’t move a muscle. So his next step is to stomp over and rip your blankets off, and..... you still don’t move.

What the hell? It’s like trying to wake up Belphie! He leans in to try to smack you awake, when he finally notices how it...kinda...looks like you aren’t breathing.

Wait. Wait wait wait-! SURE he didn’t feel like having to watch you, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to die on the first night! Lucifer was gonna KILL him-! Did you die of fright or something?! He didn’t really mean all that stuff he said about eating you, you know?! Hey, snap out of it-!

“What the- You’re ALIVE?! I thought you died in your sleep, dammit! TCH! What’s the big idea, playin’ dead like that?! Ya tryin’ to get me in trouble?!” “-N-no I wasn’t worried about ya!”

Leviathan

Why does HE have to wake you up..? Sure, he has to go to school today anyway for the student council meeting, but what does that have to do with a human..? Couldn’t Lucifer have asked ANYONE else..?

Beyond annoyed when he enters your room. What’s he supposed to do?? Shake you?? Hit you with something???? Levi opts for awkwardly poking your side, and noticing how you don’t react. Great. Ugh... this sucked....

He tries again, then pokes the back of your head, tugs your sleeve, shakes your arm... then you roll over from the movement and he nearly has a heart attack. Not only because you surprised him, but because you.. wait, did you die?!

Stuck between “LMAOOOO ROFLMAO the human died on their first night! What a noob! #fail!” and “KDAKLFHLDSJFKL OH NO HELLO?????”

“WH- Ahhh... I thought you were dead. You know how long Lucifer would've lectured if if you died, right? He'd be so mad, i bet he'd even confiscate my D.D.D.! Normies like you are nothing but trouble. This is why a human shouldn't even be here..."

Satan

What a chore... This felt like more of a punishment than anything, and Satan hadn’t even done anything yet. Unless Lucifer already discovered the ink he dripped into his shampoo? Either way, he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you.

But seeing as he got to hang around you in your most vulnerable state, wouldn’t it be funny if he put a curse on you? He was sure that whatever he chose would become a headache for Lucifer in some way, so the possibilities were endless.

Temporary blindness, backwards speech, rainbow colored skin, extreme bad luck, he didn’t know what to choose! Ah, and there were a few curses he wanted to use on Lucifer that needed to be tested out, so why not experiment on you?

He had plenty of time to pick the perfect one and- ah. Were you.. dead? Did someone beat him to the punch?

“Ah, so you’re alive after all. And here I thought I could harass Lucifer with knowing his human had died in their sleep. Well, it’ll have to wait, I guess...I was really looking forward to the expression on his face...”

Asmo

What? Lucifer was ACTUALLY letting him go in the cute little human’s room, completely unsupervised? What a bold move, dearest big brother~! There’s no way he’d pass up the chance to take a peek at your sleeping face! You were pretty cute, but he’d like to see if you were worth his attention.

That being said, Asmo creeps into your room like a sneaky toddler, and doesn’t hesitate to grab your shoulder and roll you over to get a good look at your sleeping face. Hmm... Not bad! 

So with that, he hops right into your bed unannounced, bouncing you around and giving you that innocent giggle of his. Aren’t you lucky? You get to be woken up by the endlessly charming Asmo-chan~! The first thing you’ll see is his gorgeous face, and you’ll be blessed with the perfect first school day! 

Why, there are hundreds and thousands of demons who wish they were as lucky as you were right now! He’s seen how they’ll fight tooth and nail for a chance to-..... hey, how come you’re not breathing..? Er, he’s not really into that sort of thing...

“Oh thank goodness! I thought you up and died before I had a chance to get to know you! You know how disappointed I’d be, right? Knowing I wasn’t able to explore the cute human living in our house... it’d be a tragedy!”

Beel

Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind that much. Having to go and wake you up reminds him of when Belphie was still around, so it’s familiar and feels kind of nice. What DOESN’T feel nice is that he’s missing valuable time he could be spending inhaling his breakfast, because you won’t wake up.

Hangry Beel enters your room with a bagel in his mouth, so you couldn’t understand what he was saying even if you were awake. Just know he’s calling your name and threatening to eat your breakfast. It’s your loss if you miss out.

Hm... You don’t wake up even after he shakes you, so he’s tempted to just leave. But he knows Lucifer will scold you if he returns downstairs without you, so he’s got to improvise.

It’s fine if he just carries you downstairs, right? He’s just tryin to eat man why can’t you- ...Beel is noticing a distinct lack of breath coming from you when he picks you up. Uhhh

“Oh, you aren’t dead. I was going to ask Lucifer if we could have you for breakfast too, but I guess that’s not an option anymore. He says hurry up and get dressed, and that you should give me your breakfast. Bye.”

Belphie

He’s in the attic, so same lmao.

Twins! Still gonna strangle and throw you down the stairs in the future tho

Couple goals amirite?

[moemammon]

crack request: GN!MC who badly needs to pee but then the brothers (and side characters maybe) just somehow get in the way 😂

Bro I'm Begging you,,,

(GN!MC needs to relieve themselves, but the Demon Bros won't let them)

Lucifer

We all know Mr. Self Important calls you to his office at inconvenient times, like "Oh, were you busy? Anyway, I need you to-"

You swear he's secretly the clingiest and disguises it as 'formal business', yet sometimes he just wants you to sit in his room like some kind of emotional support animal.

But why is it now, when you need to pee??? And he doesn't even seem to notice the way you're shifting from one foot to the other. Probably thinks you're awkwardly dancing to the record he's playing

He's talking about your RAD classes and an upcoming exam, but his words are droning on and on. Could he talk any slower??? You don't even have a chance to interject because he keeps talking. You'd better have a plan, or you're not going anywhere.

Mammon

He's the physical manifestation of comedic timing, and literally won't ever leave you alone

Oh, you need to go somewhere? He'll go with you. You wanna go alone? That's cute. Anyway, he's coming with you. You insist?? Now he's REALLY not leaving you alone, because it's clear you're hiding something

You have to tell him outright what you need to do, because he might even try to follow you to the bathroom. He's gonna be weirdly embarrassed about it-

"H-Huh?? If ya had to pee, why didn't ya say so in the first place! Go! I'll just wait outside or somethin'. Stinkin' human making things awkward...."

Levi

Obviously after staying in his room for hours and binging on sweet drinks, your bladder is practically screaming at you.

But no, Levi says you're gonna miss the best part! And this marathon isn't recorded so there's no way to pause it for you!!

So you wait until it's finished, and now he wants you to run a dungeon with him. "There's a special event going on where they give out a rare armor set for the first fifty players to log in! We have to do it right now!"

You can choose to escape if his peer pressure isn't getting to you, but you've got some explaining to do when you get back! You missed the loot drop!!

Satan

It's finally the weekend, and Satan didn't miss the opportunity to ask you to come to a cat cafe with him. Why wouldn't you accept a nice afternoon out, surrounded by cute cats?

And Satan almost seems like a little kid with how content he is, smiling and laughing, and happily playing with the felines that crowd around you both.

He also keeps passing them to you, taking pictures to send to his brothers to make them jealous. But... as nice as cat therapy is, you seriously need to go.

But how are you supposed to tell him that when he's smiling so brightly??? You're holding three cats and he hasn't stopped giving them to you, as if he's trying to bury you in fur. This is it. This is your life now. Enjoy.

Asmo

He's been dragging you around town all day under the guise of a 'wardrobe update' for you. Apparently your human world clothes weren't up to snuff anymore

That being said, you've been stuck in various dressing rooms for two hours now, and Asmo just keeps handing you more and more clothes to try on

The flood gates are literally about to open, but each time you try to escape, Asmo reels you right back in. And you know he's the type that'll join you in the bathroom if he can

Tell him outright that you're about to piss yourself or else you're going to have an awkward afternoon, and you'll probably have to buy whatever you're wearing.

Beel

You were pretty excited when Beel mentioned taking you for a food tour of the devildom, but drinks were obviously included in the food category. Meaning... you were reaching your limits.

Try as you might, there was no escape when Beel kept piling your plate high with food after food after food.

And any indication that suggested you might want to slip away made him wonder if he was troubling you. Cue those sad puppy eyes-

"You can still eat, can't you? My brothers aren't really interested in things like this, so I don't ask them. But I'm happy I can do it with you. Here, have some more."

Belphie

Being around Belphie means mandatory naps, and he's virtually impossible to wake once he's settled down comfortably.

This often means you're trapped with him while he clings to every part of you, and never lets go (so you quickly learned to nap with caution)

And what else does being trapped for hours mean? No bathroom breaks. Ever. Unless you're strong enough to rip free from his grasp or you can drag him along with you, you're not going anywhere.

You literally need to screech for help or find some way to wake him up, otherwise you're gonna die a very humiliating death.

[chinchillasinunison]

Okay so I wrote this on a server but like I wanna post it publicly bc it's cute.

I reblogged these yankī rice balls recently (see the artist's tweet here) and they're so cute, right?Well, I thought of course that they resembled Mondo in particular. And then I remembered Kiyotaka's School Mode dialog where he says rice balls are his specialty and he enjoys making them in different shapes.

Can you imagine him being like "Bro, look at what I made for you!" and showing Mondo these rice balls that look like him? Mondo would be kinda confused but really, really touched. He'd feel bad for eating them, both because they probably took Kiyotaka a lot of time to make and because they're just so stinkin' cute, but Taka would say something like, "Food is made to be eaten, bro! I don't mind at all! If it nourishes your body, I'll know I've done well." And Mondo's like "Okay..." but he still can't stop smiling at it even after it's gone.

[loveisbraveandwild]

when jack was like wHo iS WiLLiaM bOwErY and taylor just looked at him and said jaaaack! and when jack was like tHe iNtErNeT sAyS jAmEs hAs bEeN fOoLish and taylor just looked at him and was like bro we wrote it i say he was stfu! theyre so stinkin cute!

[h2bakugou]

Can I request a Bakugo drabble of him with an owl quirk reader? The quirk gives them Barn owl features since they’re adorable. They get their wings by fllapping their arms (with enough energy they can turn into a giant owl), they have very round, doe eyes, talons when they flex their hands enough, and they can tilt their heads and rotate their neck like an owl as well. Bakugo could find them cute for being a bookworm (with Owls being seen as symbols of wisdom), enjoy their quiet/calm nature even though they can make occasional chirping noises when surprised or excited, and might not mind them being nocturnal despite his curfew. Also random addition, but can the reader wear round glasses too? I think it’ll make them cuter 🥺🦉

a/n: of course love! this is so cute omg, owls are fascinating birds bro- thank you for the request love!

summary: bakugou can really only tolerate a few people, and you’re one of them. from study session in his dorm to cuddles after, bakugou seems to like you a little more than he thought

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / owl - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

wordcount: 1.1k

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Pushing the brim of your large, round glasses up on the bridge of your nose, you continued to do your work, glancing over at Bakugou a few times. You had a study session later, or more so a quiet work session, where you could just work in peace and quiet without being bothered.

Although Kirishima and Kaminari heard ‘study session’ they couldn’t really understand why two of the smartest students had to study together. It was suspicious.

Bakugou could feel someone looking at him, and on instinct, he turned and glanced, coincidentally at the same time as you did. The two of you locked eyes. Bakugou could feel a familiar heat rushing to the tips of his ears, and the giddy feeling of his heart rate speeding up.

Lately he’d been feeling like this around you. He was sort of aggravated by it, but it was about time he acted on his instincts, which were telling him to make a damn move on you already.

If he had feelings for you, he shouldn’t bottle them up. Despite his techniques to do that with other emotions, it wasn’t fair to you, who seemed to be just as interested in him as well.

Bakugou was willing to live a little loosely with you, take a few chances on things, slow down a bit and spend time with you, with the person he admired.

You gave Bakugou a soft smile before retuning to your work, allowing Bakugou to stare at you some. Kirishima paid close attention to him, watching as Bakugou just seem to doze off admiring you.

The way your hair framed your face, and the way those stinkin’ cute glasses sat on the bridge of your nose, falling ever so slightly to where you’d have to push them back up.

Or the way your soft pink lips moved as you silently read the questions and answers on the worksheet. 

Bakugou shook his head and turned back around, deciding it was probably a bad idea if he wasted any more time, he’d get way too distracted and not finish his worksheet, which he had to turn in at the end of class.

Thankfully he was able to complete it with two minutes to spare, being one of the last ones to submit it to the teacher.

After classes, you returned to the dorms and changed, deciding to wear something comfortable to attend your work session in.

Knocking on Bakugou’s door, a few minutes past five pm, Bakugou opened his door to reveal him in a loose t-shirt and baggy pants.

“Ready?” You asked softly, a warm smile on your lips.

“Yeah, come in.” Bakugou pushed the door open, allowing you to step in underneath his arm, and then closed it behind you.

The two of you sat down on his bed, leaning against the wall as you pulled out your books and homework, beginning the session.

It was peaceful, soft music playing in the background. It didn’t feel like something Bakugou would be into, but the somber jazz music playing at just the right volume with his balcony door cracked to provide just the slightest bit of air into the room made for a comfortable atmosphere.

You felt tranquil, being able to breeze through your work like the cool air blowing against your bare arms.

Bakugou was able to do the same, periodically glancing over at you as you bit your bottom lip or stuck out your tongue when faced with a slightly difficult problem.

You were smart, there was no doubt about that. Your quirk fit you perfectly, with owls being symbols of wisdom, it made sense that you were naturally bright, and your interest in books also charmed Bakugou.

When you made small talk in the gym or on field trips, you often talked about books you’d just read. And despite not being that much of a reader, Bakugou found himself adventuring to the library to see if these book you talked about were worth the read.

He’d tell you if he read it, although he’d thoroughly never admit it was because of you.

A quiet chirping noise startled Bakugou. Glancing at you, where the noise had come from, Bakugou could see your cheeks flush red.

“Did you just chirp?” Bakugou asked, a small smirk on his lips.

“Sorry! It happens whenever I’m happy or excited.” You apologize, feeling your heart beating faster.

“You happy or something?” Bakugou tilted his head, admiring you as you got more flustered. It was cute.

“I am. I like being with you- I uh spending time with you!” You stumble over your words, already knowing you’re making a fool of yourself.

“It’s cute.” Bakugou comments, leaning in to press a risky kiss to your cheek. Your eyes go wide as you stare at your almost completed worksheet.

Another chirp leaves your mouth as you quickly try to cover it with your palm. Bakugou chuckles as he moves, resting a few fingers under your chin as he turns your head to face him.

He removes the hand over your mouth and replaces it with his lips on yours. The kiss is magical, light and soft. It’s almost like he was scared to kiss you.

You reassure him it’s alright by finally kissing him back, melting into the kiss and his touch.

Bakugou bucks up and kisses you for real, pressing your back against the wall as he deepens the kiss. When he pulls away, you’re both awestruck. You smile and another happy chirp leaves your mouth.

Bakugou smiles and resumes his original position against the wall, continuing to do his work.

Shortly after you’re both finished with work, you push all your things aside and cuddle up next to each other. Bakugou’s ready for bed, but he doesn’t mind. He begins to doze off while you lay in his arms, reading a book that he had in his dorm. It was some sci-fi horror novel about monsters and heroes, something that seemed a bit childish for Bakugou’s taste.

But as Bakugou’s soft snores slowly filled your ears, all you could do was smile and nuzzle into him. The lamp by his bed was providing you enough light to read without disturbing Bakugou, who was nuzzled into your chest, blocking out any and all outside light.

After about an hour of reading, you close the book and flick the light off. You take your glasses off and set them carefully on the side of his bed before closing your eyes and snuggling into Bakugou.

It didn’t seem as strange as it sounded to be cuddling with Bakugou. You’d been getting closer over the last few weeks, it just seemed normal. He’d hugged you a few times, and now he’d kissed you. And now you were cuddling.

It was comforting. It was warm and it was loving.

Pressing a tender kiss to Bakugou’s forehead, you held him as you dozed off, falling asleep beside him.

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masterlist

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I would like to see Pome A-kun delinquent side! Maybe he's beating up some guys that's trash talking about his s/o.

More lore for the mob student trio?

***Warning: spoilers for chapter 4 of the main story campaign.***

Dear Royal Advisor,

I really love reading your advice column! Today, I would like to ask for your thoughts on my dilemma.

How do you cope with gacha salt? Like, when you waste all of your Madol on virtual currency to pull a character you really, really like?

I’m really thirsty for this one chick’s limited SSR (it’s a cute little bird girl in a pink idol outfit), but I don’t want to go into debt buying currency to roll, and I DEFINITELY do not want to beg those scumbags down in Octavinelle to increase my odds.

So, pretty please, Royal Advisor-sensei! What should I do?

Yours, Anon X

“...And those are the types of requests I’ve been getting lately!” Pome B grunts, taking a swig of his overly complex coffee drink. “Really boring kinds of things like that. I wish some juicier stuff would roll in, ya know?”

His friends, Octa A and Scarab B, exchange glances with one another.

“Well, I guess this is good?” Scarab B suggests, “because that means there’s no drama or Overblot incidents going on. We can all relax for once.”

“Yeah, but!” Pome B slams down his cup of coffee. “Drama’s what gets the most engagement!!”

“I-It’s more trouble than it is worth. Just...Just let it go for now...and l-let’s enjoy a quiet, peaceful life!” Octa A pleads, his smile shaky. “Look, Scarab B even went to the trouble of p-preparing our lunches today.”

“Tch. Whatever.” Pome B leans back in his chair and accepts a box from Scarab B. “Smells great. What’re you testin’ out today, huh?”

“A curry! I made the spice mix myself,” Scarab B replies cheerily. “I’m not as good as Jamil-senpai, but I figured Ii could make something of my own--see if that impresses him.”

“Sweet. I’m sure it’ll taste just great. You sell yourself too short on your skills at times,”  Pome B says, popping open the lid of his box. “Well, time to dig i--”

“Hah? Bro, you smell something stinkin’ up the place?”

“More like I hear a snake in the grass.”

Pome B glances up to see two Savanaclaw students hovering nearby. Making no show to conceal themselves--or their harsh words--at all. He instructs himself to take deep breaths, just as his anger management coach had suggested to him.

Calm down, calm down...

No such luck. The two of them approached, circling their lunch table like sharks.

“Scarab B, don’t tell me you’re still stanning that vice-dorm leader of yours?” one of them jeers, prodding him hard in the chest. “After all the shit he pulled?”

“The baby’s probably still Snake Whisper’d,” the other adds. “He doesn’t look strong enough to resist it.”

“U-Um...c-can you please leave us alone? W-We’re just trying to eat...” Octa A asks timidly.

“He’s right,” Pome B says sharply, standing up from his seat. “Get lost, Scarab B didn’t do anything to get on your case.”

Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down, calm down...

“He’s as much of a traitor to the pack as Jamil-senpai was,” the first Savanaclaw student hisses. “If Scarab B were in our dorm, he’d get purged outta there real quick, you can bet on that.”

“P-Please don’t speak ill of Jamil-senpai like that! He’s...He’s trying, okay?!” Scarab B cries, immediately leaping to his vice-dorm leader’s defense. “Don’t assume you--”

“WELL. He’s NOT in  Savanaclaw, now is he? So fuck off with that weak ass logic,” Pome B shouts, cutting off his friend. “Picking on the little guys...you’re the worst kind of people out there.”

“Say that again, pretty boy. See what happens.”

“You wanna go? Let’s go.”

Forget calming down.

“P-Pome B-kun!!” Octa A screeches, clinging to his arm. “W-Wait...!!”

He shakes the trembling boy off and cracks his knuckles, the various silver rings on his fingers glinting menacingly. The muscles in his toned arms taut. A ferocious fire in his eyes.

At this point, the other students dining in the cafeteria have taken notice. Staring, murmuring among themselves. Far too interested in observing the spectacle for anyone to go and warn a professor.

“Eat this...!”

Both of the Savanaclaw boys rush at Pome B--and he stands there, waiting.

Two against one--it should be no competition, really. And two beastmen versus a normal human, at that. Pomefiore B-kun should be toast.

But.

He moves--with the same grace and dexterity as a prima ballerina.

Easily dodging their hits, his body becoming a blur. There’s no music, no instrumentals--but it is a violent dance, punctuated by flying fists and gnashing teeth.

Child’s play for Pome B.

He sweeps under the arc of one student’s arm to land a precise punch to his gut. The Savanaclaw boy is sent slamming into a cafeteria wall, and the other stumbles--missing Pome B completely.

Pome B veers around, landing a swift kick to the back of the second Savanaclaw boy, launching him into a table.

Before either of them can recover, Pome B has already seized them by the collars, bashing their skulls together. A harsh CRACK rings out through the mess hall, and the Savanaclaw students flop onto the floor.

Silence.

“Stop staring,” Pome B barks at the onlookers. “Go back to your damn food!”

He marches to his own table and collapses into his seat. Octa A and Scarab B regard him warily, but dare not comment.

“Let’s just eat,” Pome B grumbles.

[connorswhisk]

mistletoe ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

Summary: This holiday season, Bitty's devised a plan: stick mistletoe over every doorframe in the Haus.

This is fine. As long as Ransom makes sure not to walk into a room with Holster under any circumstances, it's fine.

Ugh. He hates this stupid plant.

also on my ao3

“Ok, you lost me,” Holster says. “Why haven’t you done this before?”

Bitty huffs, clearly none too happy about being interrupted. “I don’t know why you don’t want to hear about the new cookie recipe my Mama found, especially considering you’ll end up eating half of them, Adam, but fine. I didn’t put up mistletoe frog year because I wasn’t living in the Haus yet, and I didn’t put it up last year because I waited too long and the Stop ’N Shop ran out.”

“Wait, wait,” Ransom cuts in. “Murder Stop ’N Shop or Smelly Stop ’N Shop?”

Bitty sighs and gives him a Look, but Ransom just shrugs. It’s an important question.

“Murder Stop ’N Shop, who do you think I am? I don’t want my mistletoe stinkin’ like the LAX team’s locker room.”

(“Nice,” Holster says, nodding sagely. Ransom elbows him.)

“Anyway,” Bitty says. “I went ahead and got there early this month.” He lifts a sprig triumphantly. “And here we are. Pick me up.”

Holster crouches, grabs Bitty around the middle, and holds him up to the front doorframe.

(Ransom tries not to stare at the strip of skin showing as Holster’s sweatshirt rides up. It takes a lot of effort.)

“That should do it,” Bitty says once he’s back on the ground. “Thanks, y’all. I’m gonna go get baking, now.”

And he heads off to the kitchen.

“Got any plans?” Ransom asks. 

Holster shrugs. “Annie’s?”

“Sure.”

They start for the door at the same time, and then Holster flings out an arm and Ransom stops. 

“Oh,” he says, looking up at the cheerily green plant hanging narrowly close to directly above their heads. “Right.”

Holster steps through first, and after a beat, so does Ransom.

Holster’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners underneath his glasses. “With the amount of time we spend walking through doorways together, it’s bound to happen eventually,” he jokes. 

Ransom snorts. “You wish,” he chirps back.

What he doesn’t say is, That’s what I’m afraid of.

— — — 

It’s not like Ransom’s never kissed Holster before. They’re on a hockey team, they throw a lot of kegsters, large quantities of alcohol are consumed, it isn’t difficult to do the math. But those occasional drunken make-outs are just that: drunken make-outs. They don’t mean anything, not in the way Ransom wishes they could. They’re sloppy, and quick, and they taste like tub juice, and Holster seems to always end up spilling his beer on either himself, the floor, or Ransom, and they’re pointless, just a bit of fun, and…

And from what Ransom can remember of them, really fucking hot. When your best friend is a 6’6 Adonis with killer abs and eyes bluer than the Pacific ocean, that’s kind of unavoidable. It’s also why Ransom’s so terrified of all this mistletoe.

Kegster kisses don’t have to count, and they don’t. But under the mistletoe? A time-honored, over-done, clichéd holiday tradition? Odds are, if they get stuck under there, they won’t be drunk. And while Ransom knows that Holster will have no problem kissing him and then having a laugh about it, Ransom’s not sure how well his brain’s going to process the inevitable. 

He’s in love with Adam Birkholtz, and there’s really nothing to be done about it. Ransom can’t ever tell him because it’ll ruin their carefully cultivated bromance, their fucking co-captaincy, kick everything out of sync, throw a wrench into the coral reef and eff it up entirely. Holster isn’t going to return his feelings, and Ransom still can’t come to terms with that fact.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to do that.

— — — 

“Yo, you want me to bring you back some latkes after break, right?”

Ransom scoffs. “Dude, is that even a question? Of course. You’re sure your dad won’t mind?” he tacks on as an afterthought.

Holster rolls his eyes, panting a little with the effort of bench-pressing the weight across his chest. “Are you kidding me? My dad like, gets off on cooking for other people. We can’t take him to potlucks because he ends up bringing a whole buffet.”

Ransom laughs. “Nice. I’ll make sure to get my auntie to bake you some of her ginger snaps.”

Holster sets the barbell back on the hooks and sits up, grinning widely, a drop of sweat trickling its way down from his temple. “Don’t tell Bitty, but Auntie Oluransi’s ginger snaps are probably better than his.”

Ransom says, “Careful he doesn’t hear you say that, or you’ll be banned from pie-eating for a month,” and then, “Spot me?”

“Duh,” Holster says, and they trade places.

Ransom’s just about to start lifting when Holster whispers, “Dude, check it.”

Ransom pushes himself up on his elbows and glances over at where Holster’s looking. Nursey and Dex are standing in the weight room doorway, staring up at the mistletoe Bitty had stuck to the top the week before. Nursey’s eyebrows are raised and Dex’s face is starting to redden. Chowder’s standing by, looking unsure of what to do. Ransom knows they’ve got about ten seconds before the yelling starts. 

“I mean,” Holster says, shaking his head as Dex shouts out an, Are you kidding me, Nursey?!?! “You’d think they’d realize that they don’t actually have to kiss. It’s just mistletoe.”

“Right,” Ransom says, lying back down to start lifting. “Just mistletoe.”

And then he starts thinking that even if he and Holster ended up in that situation, Holster might not even want to kiss him. He might just walk away.

Ransom isn’t sure which is the better alternative.

— — — 

He ends up getting screwed with Jada Forrester, who usually sits near him when he’s studying in the library. Ransom’s not actually that into her - sure, she’s nice, and she’s pretty cute, and she does this thing when she’s concentrating super hard where she bites down on her lip a lot, but he’s never really considered asking her out. Holster must have gotten the sense that Ransom’s more into her than he really is. 

Jada’s wearing this red Christmas dress that looks real nice on her, and she’s got a string of tinsel in her hair, and sparkly gold eyeshadow, and glitter all over her face. Ransom feels a little underdressed in his knitted sweater with the ice skates and hockey pucks on it, but his date doesn’t seem to mind, so he tries not to worry about it too much.

“This is fun,” Jada yells over the music, some bass-heavy remix of “Sleigh Ride” that’s making Ransom’s head buzz.

“Yeah,” he shouts back. “Do you want to get a drink?”

Jada nods, grabs Ransom by the hand, and pulls him over to the kitchen where the alcohol is.

“I never know what to get,” she says, staring at the table. 

“Mmm,” Ransom hums, not really paying attention. He’s just noticed Holster and Pauline Fishbein making out in the hallway. It isn’t a super heartening sight.

It’s not like Holster hasn’t had his fair share of girlfriends and hookups. It’s not like Ransom hasn’t had his, either. They’re open about it with each other, give each other dating advice and consolation after bad breakups, like any friends do. It’s normal. It’s casual. It’s not a big deal.

It’s just that this is the first year that Ransom has known how he feels about Holster. And now it seems like maybe it was all a big deal, after all.

“You like him.”

Ransom nearly jumps out of his skin. “What?”

Jada hands him a snowflake-patterned solo cup of beer and takes a sip of her own. “Adam.” She nods towards the hall. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

Ransom stares down into his drink. “Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Not really. It’s a little obvious,” Jada says, shrugging.

Ransom’s pulse quickens. “Oh,” he says, and takes a long drink of beer. God, this is awkward. “I hadn’t realized.”

“I mean, anytime I saw you in the library, he was with you,” she continues. “And half the time you were leaning on his shoulder while you worked.”

“Uh - “ Ransom is pretty sure that half of said shoulder-leaning was automatic, that he did it without thinking because he knew that Holster would let him. The realization isn’t exactly helping his case.

“It’s ok,” Jada says, nodding. “I don’t mind. I’m guessing he doesn’t know, since he set us up.”

“No.” Ransom swallows. “He doesn’t know. I don’t know how to tell him.” He looks up at Jada. “You’re not pissed off?”

“No way, dude,” she says, eyes getting big and shaking her head. “I’m honestly just here for a good time. I’m not really looking for a hook-up or a relationship or anything.”

“Oh. Ok.”

She rolls her eyes. “Man, lighten up. How likely is it that Adam’s gonna keep seeing this girl after this party?”

Ransom shrugs. “It depends. Sometimes he goes out with them afterwards, sometimes not.”

“Ok,” Jada says. “So there’s a pretty good chance he won’t. And, bro, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he returned the feelings.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not!” she exclaims. “Seriously. Even if he isn’t into you, he’s still your best friend. I don’t think he’ll freak out if you tell him.”

“Right,” Ransom says, taking another, smaller sip. “Ok.”

Jada drains the rest of her cup. “Whatever, forget I said anything if you want. Let’s keep dancing.”

Ransom finishes off his beer, too. “Yeah, let’s keep dancing.”

They’re leaving the kitchen when Jada suddenly stops. 

Ransom frowns. “What’s up?”

“Huh,” Jada says, looking up. “Mistletoe. I didn’t even notice it when we came in.”

“Oh,” Ransom says. “Oh, yeah, our teammate put them up. I kind of forgot about them.” He looks at her. “Um. You don’t want to…?”

Jada raises an eyebrow. “Shut up,” she says, gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and drags him back out to the living room. 

Ransom spends the rest of the night drinking and dancing with Jada. He doesn’t catch sight of Holster and Pauline Fishbein again, and he doesn’t think much about it until he goes up to the attic at three in the morning and finds them in Holster’s bunk, asleep. 

He doesn’t do anything, just turns out the light and stares into the dark for what feels like hours before finally drifting off.

— — — 

Ransom manages to be in the kitchen by two. Bitty’s already in there of course, way too chipper for the morning/afternoon after Winter Screw, or any Kegster, for that matter. 

“Morning, Ransom!” 

Ransom winces. “Bits. Loud.”

Bitty rolls his eyes. “Oh, whatever. Not my fault you got drunk last night.”

Ransom’s about to fire something back when Bitty shoves a plate of scrambled eggs and a mug of his coffee in his hands, effectively shutting him up.

“I love you,” he says, and Bitty hums and goes back to whatever it is he’s doing at the counter.

Ransom sits down and mindlessly scrolls through his Twitter feed, shoving his face with eggs and trying to wake his brain up. He doesn’t really have much to do today, but he absolutely hates being hungover, even a little bit, so the sooner he gets out of this stage of post-Kegster blues, the better.

“Yo, are those eggs?” 

Ransom glances behind him. Holster’s alone. Pauline must have left.

Good.

“Here you go,” Bitty says, swooping in and giving Holster his own plate and mug. “And that’s the last of it, so if you want more, you can make it yourself.”

“Nice.” Holster sits next to Ransom, knocks shoulders with him casually, and digs in.

“Have fun last night?” Ransom asks. 

Holster shrugs, mouth full. He swallows. “Yeah, it was all right.”

Ransom looks back down at his phone. “Ok.”

“How’d things work out with Jada?”

“We just hung out,” Ransom says. “Nothing really happened.”

Holster frowns. “Oh. Shit, did I fuck up this year?”

“No,” Ransom says quickly. “It’s fine. I still had a nice time, we just…we didn’t end up doing anything.”

Holster’s quiet for a second before he nods. “Yeah, ok. Sorry, bro, I thought you were into her.”

Ransom shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Holster smiles. Ransom’s chest hurts.

“Hey,” he starts to say, though he has no idea how he’s going to finish. “I - “

He’s interrupted by Bitty blasting Beyoncé through the Bluetooth speaker, making them both wince. Nursey (who’s apparently been passed out on the couch this whole time) groans loudly, and Bitty calls, “Sorry, but it’s about time the rest of y’all got up!”

“You think Jack would let him get away with that if he were still captain?” Holster mutters. 

“Dude,” Ransom says. “I think Jack would let Bitty get away with anything. That man is whipped.”

Holster snorts and knocks his shoulder against Ransom’s again. Ransom grins.

— — —

“What time is your flight?” 

It’s an hour later, and they’re sitting on Holster’s bunk watching random episodes of 30 Rock. Ransom may not always get the hype, but he does enjoy watching it with Holster a lot, even if he’s not always paying attention. It’s been a pastime of their’s since at least sophomore year.

“Ugh.” Holster groans. “It’s at nine.”

Ransom shrugs. “Being at the airport at night is kinda fun.”

“Yeah, I guess. It’s just, y’know. Kegster.”

“Right,” Ransom says, smirking. “This is why I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Shut up.” Holster watches Liz Lemon cram a sandwich down her throat, and then he says, “I’d totally wolf my Teamster sub for you, bro.”

“Dude, I still don’t really understand what that means,” Ransom says. “But thanks. And I guess I’d do the same for you?”

Holster grins and holds out his fist. “Fuck yeah, bro.”

Ransom taps it with his own. “Fuck yeah.”

And their hands don’t really stop touching even after they fist bump, but Ransom doesn’t freak out about it, he totally doesn’t freak out about it. Nope. Not at all.

It’s not like it’s never happened before.

— — — 

“So. Latkes?” Ransom asks.

“Chyeah,” Holster says. “Latkes. Ginger snaps?”

“Ginger snaps,” Ransom agrees.

They’re in the living room. Holster’s about to leave for the airport. Ransom had offered to go with him and see him off there, but Holster’d told him he didn’t want to put him through the holiday season blitz a day earlier than Ransom has to, which, fair.

The Haus is uncharacteristically quiet. Everyone else seems to be packing to go home, too.  Ransom hasn’t even started yet, and the fact is grating at the back of his mind, but he hasn’t packed because he spent the whole day with Holster, so it’s justified.

“Well,” Holster says, adjusting the straps of his backpack and stepping backwards onto the porch, roller bag in hand. “See you in the New Year, yeah?”

“Right. See you then.”

Ransom hugs him, long and tight and full, and when he leans back, Holster whistles and says, “Hey. Mistletoe.”

Ransom freezes. No. No way. Absolutely not.

He looks up, and that stupid green plant is smiling cheerily down at him, white berries glimmering, and Ransom silently and fiercely curses it, tradition, Bitty, the holiday season, and all plants in general because why is this happening this is not supposed to happen.

“Oh,” he says, barely able to hear himself over the rush in his ears. “Yep. Haha.”

God damn it, he’s spent all this time making absolutely sure not to walk through any doorways at the same time as Holster, always on the lookout for any mistletoe, Bitty’s or otherwise, and now, on the last day that it could possibly happen, he forgets. 

Of course.

“Well.” Ransom clears his throat. “Well, we don’t have to - “

“You don’t want to?”

Ransom stops. Blinks. Holster doesn’t look embarrassed, or upset, or - or anything really. He’s just sort of looking at Ransom, shrugging. “I mean, why not, right?”

Fuck. Holster’s just standing here in his Falconers cap and his Samwell hoodie and that same stupid pair of sweatpants that he’s always wearing, and he’s about to leave for the airport to go home for two weeks, and Ransom is not going to kiss him, he isn’t, he can’t - 

“Right,” Ransom says. “Why not.”

Shit. 

Holster’s eyebrows knit together. “Hey, I mean, it’s totally cool if you don’t want to. We don’t have to kiss.”

“I…” 

Holster breaks eye contact with him. “It’s fine, bro. I mean, I was halfway joking anyway - “

Ransom kisses him. It’s quick and messy and a little bit wet (gross), and it’s also really, really nice.

“Oh,” Holster says once Ransom leans back. “Ok then.”

“I’ll see you next year,” Ransom says. “Next year.”

“Yeah,” Holster mutters, blinking. His cheeks are dusted a rosy pink color, and Ransom can’t be sure if it’s from the cold or what. “Yeah, yeah.”

Ransom holds out a fist. Holster seems to shake himself awake. He grins and bumps it.

“Have a good time, bro,” he says.

“Have a good time,” Ransom repeats. He’s still not totally sure what just happened.

“Say hi to your sisters for me!” Holster calls out as he’s getting into his car. 

“Say hi to yours!” Ransom calls back, and once Holster’s gone, he shuts the door, slides down the wall, and just sits. 

He doesn’t know what’s going to happen now, but he does know that this is gonna be one hell of a New Year.