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[yourbuckies]

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Memory Case ~Rita Calhoun xFem Smart!Wife!Reader

Summary— Some at-home fluff, Rita is working on her case that’s he’s taken home, while talking with her wife. Thoughts and conversations about memory ensue.

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Warnings: all fluff, some science talk, talk of trauma, kissing, happy endings, etc.

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It was the evening, and you and Rita had found a comfortable routine of doing your late night work at the dining table together, that way you two felt like you were still spending some time together as your jobs ate away your free time.

As you were nose deep into some paperwork, the sound of your name on the other woman’s tongue pulled your gaze up towards her.

“Mmmmm…?” You hum.

Rita paused for a moment, paper and pen in hand, tilting her head at something she was looking at. Your brows raised in curiosity.

“What’s up, babe?” You verbally asked.

“What’s the earliest memory you have…?” The brunette asked out of the blue, obviously having a train of thought behind her words, but having not yet revealed her thinking to you.

You thought about it for a moment, leaning back in your chair.

“Ummmmm… probably my childhood home… when I was around 2 to 3 years old… I remember the street I used to live on, and all the leaves falling because it was fall.” You replied.

Rita finally meets your gaze with a curious look on her face, her contemplation running deep.

“Huh. Interesting…” she commented, before scribbling something down on her notepad.

You put your things aside for a moment, your attention now grabbed.

“Why…?”

“I’ve been thinking about memory a lot recently…” she hummed, going back to her files.

You nodded along in intrigue.

“For a case?”

Rita took a prompt breath and nodded.

“What about it…?” You asked.

The woman then stopped what she was doing to collect her thoughts and meet your gaze once more.

“It’s correlation with how we process… how we remember certain things… how trauma can block certain memories…” She paused for a moment, “I’m thinking of using it as a defense…”

You nodded along, listening to the woman, as she went back to working.

“What do you know about memory?”

Rita snorted a little. Her snorts always made you melt.

“Not much. You?”

“A good deal.”

At your words, Rita put her things down and looked at you once more.

“Really?”

“Baby, I’m a therapist. Memory is like my domain.” You chuckled with a shrug.

Her hands then came forward above the table, nonchalantly prompting you to fill her in.

“Do tell.” She said, cocking her brow in wait.

You chuckled lightly and nodded, pursing your lips and thinking of where to begin, already picking up your hands in preparation to lecture the brunette on your expertise.

“Ok so firstly, Memory can be defined as the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information. Now there are generally four different kinds of recognized memory— those are sensory memory, short-term memory, working memory, and long-term memory.” You explain, waving your hands about in the way you always did when you were teaching.

Rita tilted her head and listened with intent, nodding along to show her understanding. Her eyes softened at the sight of your hand gestures. She found them to be the cutest rhing.

“Alright, I follow.”

“Good. So according to Baddeley and Hitch, the following is how memory works. First comes the input, this is filtered through our sensory memory, which is where the processing starts. Then with attention, the information moves to the short-term memory, this is where information can be stored for a brief period of time. Another word for this hold is the Central Executive, this is the function of working memory that delegates what information should be retained and processed and what should be forgotten. From there, the information stays in the working memory, able to go to the Visuospatial Sketchpad or the Phonological Loop, the former is for visual and spatial processing, the latter for auditory processing. Still following?”

At this point, Rita had started taking notes, and she eagerly looked up and nodded, prompting you to continue.

“Good good. So from there from the working memory, the information can go to the episodic buffer and then to long-term memory. That’s the basics, it can get more complicated easily, but that’s what I would teach anyone interested in starting to understand memory.” You explain.

Rita lets out an intriguing hum, and you can see the cogs turning in her brain behind those dazzling eyes.

“So what if someone can’t remember what they did…?” The brunette asked.

“Well sometimes it’s because you forget the exact neural pathway, the recollection to the memory. Memory goes through the episodic buffer, something that helps you recall things in episodes or in correlation. When you trigger memories near the one you’ve forgotten, you can recall the one you don’t remember.”

“Hmmmmm I see.” Rita mused aloud, “And trauma?”

You pursed your lips and nodded with a sigh.

“That’s more complicated… Trauma has a way of building blocks or obstacles let’s say for you to access the traumatic memories. It’s best to uncover those with a professional.” You explain.

“And how do you know if it’s just forgotten or if it’s trauma…? I want to make a case for trauma but I don’t want it to bite me in the ass if he suddenly remembers it all.” Rita explained.

You nod again.

“I see. Well then I would say get him clinically evaluated. They should be able to tell you if it’s suppressed, repressed, or just forgotten.”

Rita smiled lightly at your words and nodded in agreement. She didn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

“You okay, babe?” You asked, sitting up a little.

Rita nodded, standing up and making her way over to you. She came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your frame.

“I love you. You know that?” She purred.

You blushed and squirmed in your seat a little. Even to this day, your wife using the L word made you all giddy.

“I love you too, Rita” you hummed.

The woman then swiveled your head to the side and gently connected your lips together. You pressed into the light, caring kiss with a hum of contentment.

“How’d I get so lucky with a genius like you?” She chuckled into your lips.

You shrugged accompanied by a little giggle, as Rita drew you out of your seat and into her close embrace. She literally kissed your breath away. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect partner.

~~~

Rita Calhoun Masterlist

[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter 8

Summary: You wake up at Eddie's house and go to school and work where a very interesting offer is placed at your feet.

CW: marijuana usage, a scene of bullying, coarse language

Word Count: 5207

Beta read by the lovely @mvnsoneddie86 Thank you for being amazing and so supportive of me in general. You are one of my best friends and I love you ❤️

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/hellfirehaley/691398370697281537/strange-love-an-eddie-fic-chapter-one?source=share

AN: Thank you so much for reading this story. It really means a lot to me. It's my escape from reality most days and I really appreciate you all who have let so many lovely comments, have reblogged it or even liked it for later. Thank you<3

Friday, October 4, 1985

You were awakened by the bright sunshine coming in from the curtains. You groaned, wishing it would stop but at that moment, you remember where you were: at Eddie’s trailer in his bed with him. You turn and see him next to you, sleeping peacefully with his arm around your waist. You smiled at the serene moment and nuzzled back in. The moment you did, Eddie pulled you in closer, rolling to pull you back into his chest. You stay like that for a few minutes, almost ready to fall back asleep because of how warm he is and how comfortable you feel like this but you remembered something unfortunate: It was Friday and you had to go to school. You groaned lightly as you moved, causing Eddie to stir.

“Mmmmm….too early…” Eddie grumbled, tightening his grip on you.

“Eds, we gotta get up. We've got school today.” you said, slightly shaking him.

“Noooo, I don’t wanna,” he said defiantly.

“Not even if you have Hellfire tonight? You know you have to go otherwise your sheep will be disappointed.” you say teasingly. He opened his brown eyes, looking you over.

“Only if you wear a Hellfire shirt to show your support. I mean you ARE the Queen of the Freaks,” he says with a yawn.

“Fine yes, I will wear this exact shirt if you get up already,” you say with a giggle as Eddie groans, letting you go.

“Do you know how to roll a joint?” Eddie asks, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Yeah why do you ask?” you counter.

“I’m too tired to roll one for us and I trust you enough to let you into my shit,” Eddie says bluntly. He’s got a good point, you think as you grab the bag of weed from his dresser and a few papers. You hadn’t rolled in months so it took you a while for muscle memory to kick in but a few minutes later, Eddie returned to his room changed into his jeans, a Hellfire shirt and a fresh pair of socks while you held up your artwork on display with pride before lighting it up and inhaling.

“Don’t we have a quiz today?” Eddie asks you as he grabs his keys, wallet and lighter.

“Yeah a pop quiz in O’Donnell’s over what we read in class this week.” you say, exhaling your hit and handing it to him.

“Which was what?” Eddie asks

“Chapters five and six of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.” you state like its the most obvious thing.

“Greeaaat. Thanks for the heads up,” Eddie said with a sarcastic laugh at the end.

“Oh anytime Eds.” you retort.

“Wanna give me a run down on the drive to school?” Eddie asks, passing you the joint.

“Yeah alright but we have to get my car today after school because we BOTH have things to do after school today.” you warn, taking a hit.

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say boss.” Eddie says as he goes into the bathroom. You took another hit and looked yourself over in his bedside mirror. You weren’t gonna lie: you loved the way you looked in his Hellfire shirt. You fluffed out your hair, giving into the bedhead today because you didn’t have the time or products to fix it. You took another hit as Eddie returned from the bathroom with his hair a little more tamed, taking the joint from you.

“If I’m driving with you, can we stop by my house on the way so I can grab my bookbag please?” you ask.

“Yeah sure,” Eddie said, taking his own hit. You finish messing with your hair and wipe off the access sleep from your face as Eddie finishes the joint, putting it out in the ashtray. “You ready Princess?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you say with a sigh as Eddie leads the way through the trailer. His uncle wasn’t home yet so the trailer was eerily quiet. You grab the tapes, making a note to return them later today before heading out the door with Eddie. The drive to your house was filled with you explaining the first part of the Great Gatsby’s plot to Eddie, who nodded along and asked basic questions.

“So this Gatsby dude is in love with this Daisy chick and she’s like the lost love of his life and these extravagant parties are a literal beacon of light calling out to see if she’ll show up?” Eddie asks as you arrive at your house.

“Yep. I read this book last summer so I’ve got you when it comes to the quizzes. I’ll be right back,” you say getting out of the van and running into your house. You were greeted by a very confused and concerned Mother.

“Y/N M/N L/N, where in the hell were you? I was about to come looking for you myself when you weren’t in bed! No phone call, no note, nothing?!?” Your mom rambled as she hugs you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry Mom. I was at Eddie’s last night watching movies and he didn’t want me to drive home tired after passing out on his couch,” you say. Your mom sighs, giving you a disappointed look.

“And you just forgot to call? I’m going to kill you one of these days, child. You can’t be doing that to me! I thought you’d be the next missing girl to some serial killer,” your mom said. Oh that’s where I get that from, you think to yourself as you hug her. 

“I’m okay Mommy. I’m late for class and have a pop quiz but I’m okay.” you say.

“Okay baby hurry up and get going. Don’t forget about your shift tonight.” your mom says.

“I won’t mom! Love you!” you yell as you race up to your room, grab your school and race out the door again to get into Eddie’s van.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, seeing how you’re out of breath.

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot to call my mom so when I wasn’t in bed last night, she went into Code Yellow panic thinking I was a murder victim or something.” you say as Eddie takes off.

“Shit I’m sorry” Eddie says.

“It’s okay. She gets like this sometimes if I don’t tell her my every move or whereabouts. Sheriff Hopper has had to come find me a time or two last year.” you recall with a laugh, which causes him to laugh too. You look through his tapes and put in his Defenders Of The Faith album from Judas Priest. You listened on as the album played through your journey to school, putting you in a good mood as the Sentinel played over the speakers while he parked. Eddie turned off the car and you both got out, walking by a few different groups as you entered the grounds. Before long, you passed the jocks and one of Misty’s friends scoffed, taking one look at you.

“Ewww look guys: Y/N has officially joined the Devil’s Cult!” she said loudly, garnering everyone’s attention towards you. You refused to give her the time of day as you and Eddie passed.

“Aww maybe she can be the Queen of The Freaks” Misty said, loudly grabbing your attention. You took a deep breath and grabbed Eddie’s hand before turning around, facing the source of your problems over the last year dead in the eyes.

“I would rather be The Queen of The Freaks than played a fool by people such as you, you disgusting humans.” you spat, “So unless you have anything productive to add, keep my name and Eddie’s name out of your mouth or I’ll show you exactly how your precious Rob felt last Halloween” you say strongly.

“Are you…threatening me Y/N?” Misty asks, shocked at who you think you’re talking to.

“Oh no Misty…I’m promising you.” you say sweetly as you flip her off and walk away with Eddie still attached by the hand.

“Told you you were the Queen of the Freaks,” Eddie said as you were out of earshot.

“Yeah well you trademarked it; couldn’t let her think she had an original thought, could I?” you say as you walk to your locker. 

“Very true, my Queen,” Eddie says as you spun in your combo, “I figured out where the campaign is going,” he announced proudly.

“Oh pray tell Master?” you say, opening your locker.

“The Cult Of Vecna,” Eddie whispered darkly after looking around for any listening little sheepies. It takes everything in you not to give away the fact you had played a campaign or two with the kids while babysitting them over the summers. But you decide it’s best to play dumb.

“Cult of Vecna? You’ll have to explain that one to me later.” you say coolly.

“With pleasure,” he said as the bell rang, “See you later?” he asked as you nod, grabbing your books as he walks away. You smile and head into your first class. Everything seemed to pass by slowly and was unable to hold your attention. Perhaps it was the stress of senior year in general or your stress from Life. Whatever the case, it felt like Chemistry dragged on. You tried your best to focus on the chemical reaction demonstration but Mrs. Click couldn’t hold your attention so you found yourself daydreaming about Eddie and the possibilities of what to do when you hang out soon. You had last night fresh in your mind and didn’t want it to leave.

Ever since you woke up this morning in Eddie’s arms, it was like you’re a whole other person. You feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. You couldn’t remember that last time you genuinely felt like that. Most of the day passed like this: you attempted to pay attention and your mind will pass its way over towards Eddie. By lunch time, he was all consuming your mind. You were grabbing lunch from the food court while Robin and Ali were discussing the finer points of their argument. You spotted Eddie at his usual spot, animatedly talked to his group about something that probably had to do with tonight. Oh shit, speaking of tonight…  you thought as you had almost forgotten about your sleepover with Ali and Robin.

“What time are you off tonight Y/N?” Robin asked, pulling you out of your daydreaming.

“I think I’m off between 8 and 9 so I’ll be coming over right after work,” you say as you stop and pay for your lunch.

“Oh man! She’s gonna miss West Side Story. If I’ve gotta sit through it, so should she!” Ali whined.

“Shut up! It’s a great movie. Romeo and Juliet storyline set in New York. Forbidden love, young love, disapproving parents.” Robin says as you follow them to their usual table. 

“Robin there is a great reason you work at a movie store and it’s because you have an amazing, niche taste.” you compliment as you sit down in one of the chairs.

“Thank you Y/N. Now, Ali, now that we have all gathered around, are you finally going to tell us what happened with Steve yesterday?” Robin asked, turning towards Ali.

“No, she’s gonna leave us dying with antici–” you started to say dramatically

“Okay okay I’ll tell you, you drama queens.” Ali said with a laugh

“Pation!” you finished with a triumphant laugh.

“So he drove us to the corn maze and it felt like it took forever to even get there. Probably an hour or so in the car just talking the entire drive up there and everything felt normal. Once we got to the corn maze, we ran through it a few times and drank some cider before we were ready to leave. But…before we did leave, he stopped and kissed me!” Ali gushed as you and Robin squealed in excitement.

“Oh my god finally!!” Robin gushed.

“He asked me to go steady with him yesterday so I guess I’m now Steve Harrington’s girlfriend,” Ali said proudly.

“I’m so happy for you dude. It finally happened and you deserve to be happy with the guy who makes you feel that way,” you state.

“Thanks Y/N” Ali says.

“At least now that we know they’re together, instead of beating around the bush for months.” Robin says with a contented sigh.’

“Now to get you two dinguses significant others” Ali says with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Fuck right off, I don’t need it.” you lie.

“Oh please you do too.” Robin snapped back.

“Just let us help you find happiness Y/N” Ali said with a pout. You knew they wouldn’t stop until their mission was complete so you sigh.

“Fine but ONLY when I give you the okay to actually help me. None before. “ you state.

“Scouts honor,” they say in sync

“Besides we can talk more about it tonight at Robin’s sleepover extravaganza with fewer wandering ears.” Ali said, glaring at someone as they passed by.

“Okay so I gotta ask: What’s up with the Hellfire shirt?” Robin asked a few minutes later. You looked down at the black and white shirt and smile at the hand drawn design.

“Truth? I stayed at Eddie’s after we finished those movies last night and didn’t wanna show up in yesterday’s clothes. Plus it’s nice to support your friends like I did with you two last week during that pep rally at SEVEN AM,” you note.

“Okay those are really good points.” Robin said.

“So is that one his or yours?” Ali asked with a devilish smile. 

“I’m not sure I understand nor like your line of questioning,” you joke.

“If it’s his, then that means something way different than if it’s your that he gave to you for keeps sake.” Ali said, overanalyzing the situation.

“Look at her, one day dating King Steve and she’s suddenly Dear Abby dishing out nuggets of wisdom left and right,” Robin jokes.

“It’s his shirt that I’m borrowing. I’ll give it back when I go get to my car,” you state as both of their eyes are on you.

“Carpooling already? My what a gentleman he’s turning out to be.” Ali says.

“I can’t lie there. He really is a gentleman.” you admit, thinking about how you have barely touched a door handle when in Eddie’s presence. Your uncle has always instilled in you that unless a man can open your doors for you, pull out your chair for you, wait on you to order first or a plethora of other checklist items he’s added over the years. But according to the list, Eddie Munson is a gentleman. 

“Is it just me or is today dragging more than usual?” you say, toying with a french fry.

Y“Yeah..it can do that when you have a Boy on the brain.” Robin said.

“Shut up I do not,” you reply.

“You do too! I bet if we had different lunches, you’d be eating with Eddie and the Hellfire Club.” Ali retorted, shaking her head as she talked.

“Okay you’re not wrong.” you say as the bell rings, all of her thoughts clearing out as you get up to go to photography.

“My house after work Y/N!” Robin yells as she and Ali disperse. You head to your locker and open it, grabbing your camera as you hum to yourself. You notice a note and smirk to yourself, wondering who it is from. You shove all the big books into your locker and head to the art hall. The last bell rang and your teacher started her lecture about framing and how to properly set up a photo with an interesting point of view. As much as the lecture actually interested you, the note was burning a hole in your jean pocket. You slyly took it out and read it to yourself.

You look amazing in my shirt. We should make a habit of it ;) -Eddie

You giggled to yourself and tucked the note away before you got caught. You thanked your deity for the lights being off so no one could see the blush on your face. Fuck, Eddie really knew what the hell he was doinng when it came to you. You almost had to ask yourself: Is this just you imagining it or did you have some feelings for Eddie Munson? Yeah perhaps but would you ever admit it to another living soul? Fuck no!

The last two periods passed with your head in the clouds. Even with Eddie doing his best to distract you, you couldn’t help but semi obsess over the last few weeks and feel super happy with him. The quiz was super easy (since you read the book already) so you spent the rest of the period trying to help Eddie with his quiz on the down low while making dumb jokes and hearing Eddie talk about how excited he was for Hellfire tonight. Once the bell rang to release you from class, you stopped at your locker with Eddie in tow.

“Are you excited for your sleepover tonight?” Eddie asked as you grabbed your camera and History book.

“About as excited as you are for D&D tonight,” you say with a laugh.

“So very,” Eddie said, joining in on your laughter.

“What are you gonna do after D&D?” you ask, closing your locker.

“Probably go to Gareth’s and jam for a while or go back home and do some experimenting,” Eddie said, raising his eyebrows.

“Sounds fun, just please be careful with your experimenting,” you say softly. Eddie coos at your concern and wraps an arm around you.

“Oh I promise Princess. I’ll call your house as soon as I wake up tomorrow for proof of life,” he says, offering his pinky as you take it in yours, making a secret oath.

“So what do girls do during sleepovers? Is it like manicures, pedicures and pillow fights or more like ritual sacrifice and hive mind worshiping the Queen Bee?” Eddie asked, his tone getting more outlandish by the second.

“Mostly the first part plus movies, junk food, gossip about school and boys, give and receive advice. Play dumb games,” you say plainly.

“I’ve just never had female friends before so you’ll have to forgive my curiosity,” Eddie says sarcastically.

“No no it’s okay really. We’re pretty normal. It’s like a movie night but more feminine,” you say gently as you exit the school.

“Some might start to call you a Coven before long,” Eddie points out.

“Oh nooooo” you gasp sarcastically before breaking out into a witch-like cackle. “Too late Munson.” At this point, Eddie is laughing too as you walk around to his van.

“You are my best friend Y/N L/N,” Eddie states, almost like he had just figured it out for himself.

“Awww I’m flattered, Eds; truly. I know what that means coming from you and I appreciate you. You’re my best friend, Edward Munson.” you say, going to give him a hug as he opens his arms waiting for you. You collapse into him like you’ve done a thousand times before, his arms wrapping around you as you sink deeper into him, the leather jacket hiding your face as you arms wrapped around his back up to his shoulders. He took in a deep breath while hugging you close, one of his hands massaging your left shoulder while you embraced. After a few moments, you broke away and smiled at each other before continuing towards his van. The walk was spent in silence apart from the occasional giggle out of you from catching him looking at you. Once you got in the van, Judas Priest blasted picking up the mood from this morning.

“So can we hang out tomorrow?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t you have band practice?” you counter.

“Fuck…you’re right. Why don’t you come with me?” Eddie asked, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards his trailer.

“Because I have a paper due on Monday I haven’t even started on the French Revolution and Chem homework to catch up on?” you say.

“Boooooo. Come on. Please? I’ll make sure you have snacks if you come.” Eddie tries

“How am I supposed to study with you playing metal?” You ask.

“You haven’t done it before? It’s crazy good. Like the fast tempos make the boring stuff go so much faster,” Eddie notes. You thought for a moment before sighing.

“Okay fine but it’s because I know you’re not gonna give up anytime soon,” you note.

“You know me too well m’lady,” he says laughing as you drive on, singing along to Love Bites and Eat Me Alive. You think to yourself that maybe you could make him a mixtape at some point for drives you accompany him on. You’re deep in thought as he pulls up to his trailer.

“Do you need anything from inside?” Eddie asks. You think for a moment but think against it.

“Can I grab my pumpkins tomorrow? I don’t wanna make you late for Hellfire.” you say.

“Of course Princess. You’ve got your car keys, house keys, camera, bag?” Eddie asks, going over a quick list of your things and you try to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach about it.

“Got it all Eds,” you say with a smile.

“Okay I’ll see you tomorrow?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah Eds, I’ll see you tomorrow” you say with a wave as you take the steps necessary to get to your car. You hop in and turn it on, Tears For Fears playing on the radio as you put it in reverse, wave bye to Eddie, who was watching your every move. You backed up and drove towards downtown. You debated going home to change but with your uncle as a boss, he was super chill as long as you showed up dressed appropriately, he wouldn’t say anything to you. The man was basically like the father you needed as opposed to the one you got. In the months since the separation, Uncle Dave has been the steady male presence at home that was very much needed. He was over every Sunday for Family Dinner, every birthday and graduation he was there with the cake and presents ready to go. He was the one who saw your brother Leo off to college; not your father.

You pull up next to his Impala and giggle, remembering how proud he was of Brandy, taking you out on the highway the day he got her for a day out on the road with his “two favorite girls”. You walked into the store and luckily it was just your uncle in the store behind the counter with Hall and Oates playing in the background. He always dedicated Fridays to pop songs and top 40 chart toppers since it was our busiest day of the week and you had to admit it was a solid strategy.

“Oh hey there Peanut! How was school today?” Dave asked with a gentle smile as he walked around the counter to hug you. You smiled, accepting the warm embrace.

“It was okay, I had a quiz in English and a paper due on Monday that I completely spaced out but other than that, it was fine.” you say, putting your bag behind the counter.

“So I need to let you off early tonight then,” Dave said with a nod.

“What? No. Don’t be silly. I can close tonight, I’m only missing out on West Side Story anyways if you really wanna help me out, you could let me off at like 8 and close up an hour early.” you say with a pout and your best puppy eyes. He sighed, knowing he can’t say no to you.

“Okay fine. I’ll close for you. You’re lucky my hot date isn’t until after your bedtime,” Dave jokes as he makes some funny movements as you throw a pick from the counter at him.

“Okay gross! I didn’t need that imagery in my head, you perv! Also I’m not 12? I don’t have a bedtime anymore,” you say as you shiver.

“Yet you sometimes still act 12?” Dave says cheekily as you throw another pick at his head. You spent the next hour bantering as you got settled into your shift. You stocked the new albums and walked around, moving albums back to their spots. The tape was already playing stopped so you put on some of Whitney Houston’s self titled album as the store started to pick up business wise, everyone looking for what’s new for their Friday night activities. You recognized most of them from school so you tried to be nice and professional. When a group of two couples left, your uncle came up to you.

“Not to pry but what’s going on with all the weird energy coming off you today? Normally you’re able to talk with kids your own age but today it’s like you’re putting up a wall. What’s up kiddo?” Dave said, putting his hand on your forearm and squeezing.

“I don’t know; I feel anxious for some reason but I thought I was hiding it well,” you say.

“Sure you were Peanut,” Dave said sarcastically as you hit him in his inked arm, hard.

“Listen you old fucker, I may or may not have said something to my ex’s girlfriend because her and her friends said something to Eddie and I first,” you say with a blush, knowing theres a lecture coming..

“Alright out with it. What did you say?” Dave said, removing his hand from your forearm and instead pinching the bridge of his nose.

“First her friend said I joined the Devil’s Cult because that’s what they call Eddie’s club,” you start saying as you signal to your Hellfire shirt. “Then Misty called me Queen of the Freaks since that’s what they always called Eddie so i told her I would rather be the Queen of the Freaks than a fool like her and that if she ever had Eddie’s or my own name is her mouth, I would be happy to remind her of what happened last Halloween.” you ramble nervously as you scratch your neck. He sits there for a minute or two, processing before he spoke again

“Your word choice could’ve been a lot smarter but I am proud of you for standing up for yourself and your friend,” Dave said as another pair of patrons entered the store. You sat back and let him take the lead on assisting them as you browsed through the tapes on your own, trying to come up with a playlist for the night. You found yourself in the soul and R&B section, debating on a Lionel Richie album for yourself as the store bell rang above the door. You saw a group of kids wearing Hawkins green walk in and you felt a pit in your stomach. Great, they’re here to harass me at work, you thought as they started to look around. You figured it would be best if you watched them from afar and let Dave deal with them once he finished with the couple. You spent the next few minutes looking between albums and the group of teens, making sure they weren’t gonna try to steal any of the merchandise. You decided to go behind the counter and wait as you kept any eye on the teens. One of them departed from the pack and started walking towards you. She was one of the nicer ones from your memory back when you were with Rob; always trying to make you feel included and safe at events where the girlfriends were required to show up.

“Um excuse me miss. Do you happen to have a copy of that new Billy Joel album?” she asked, blue eyes sparkling under her matching eye shadow.

“Oh yeah. Are you looking for Pressure or Uptown Girl?” you ask nicely with a sweet smile.

“Oh definitely Uptown Girl. I like totally can’t get enough of it,” she said with a smile.

“It’s called An Innocent Man and it should be in the pop charts or the rock section,” you try to recall.

“Oh my god, thank you so much. I had no idea what the album was called. You are a lifesaver,” she said, looking so relieved as she went back to her friends. You smiled as you saw your uncle’s customers come up to the counter for you to cash them out. 

“Hi there. Anything else we can help you find?” you ask as they shake their heads no. You tell them the total and make their change, thanking them for coming in as they left and your attention was pulled back to the jocks, many of whom had already left, leaving the cheerleaders, including the nice blonde. You looked through the Rolling Stone magazine on the counter while you waited for them to make their decisions. You were reading through Sting’s interview when you heard sneakers squeaking, which caused you to close your magazine. You looked up at the girls and smiled as normal as possible, trying your hardest to be genuine and not fake.

“Hey I see you found your Billy Joel track! Want a bag to carry it out?” you ask, ringing up the price of the tape.

“Oh no thank you on the bag. You…um aren’t working next weekend are you…” the cheerleader asked, trying to come up with your name.

“Y/N and no, I’m off next weekend. Why what's up?” you ask as she grabbed her cash.

“I’m having a party for Homecoming and it’s sort of a Halloween party. Wanna come?” she asks as she hands you the cash. It dawned on you exactly who you she was in that moment: you were being invited to a party by The Chrissy Cunningham and she was a Billy Joel fan. This was the party Eddie was talking about earlier this week.

“Uh yeah sure I’d love to. Would it be okay if I bring a friend or two?” you say nervously as you hand her back her change.

“Sure sweetie, the more the merrier. Just be sure to be in costume.” she said with a sweet smile. 

“Great! Uh thank you Chrissy for thinking of me. I appreciate it. Let me know how Billy Joel turns out for you,” you say with a smile.

“I will! See you next weekend Y/N” she said smiling. You waved her goodbye and almost collapsed as soon as they were out of eye shot.

“Oh my god! What!” you exclaim loudly with a laugh.

“So you’re definitely not working next Friday then,” Dave said, joining in on the laughter.

“Yeah apparently I’m gonna go to a party,” you say incredulously.

“Yeah, just be careful. Call me if anything happens. Good or bad, I’ll answer the call.” Dave said as you nodded and he went back to the storage room for a minute. You took the opportunity to dance like a fool out of excitement and then take a moment to collect yourself, your mind running wild with imagination of what would happen at the party.

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[spookymultimedia]

Horror movie night

Jim watches the first SAW movie with his lovers, Pam and Dwight. He underestimates how scary the film is.

CW: vauge descriptions of fake movie gore

Pam sat cross legged on the couch and held Jim's hands, smoothing his arms and giving his hand a tight squeeze. His arms and legs wrapped around her waist as he leaned his face into her shoulder. They assured him that he didn't need to watch Saw with her and Dwight that night. But he insisted that it didn't look that scary. It was just some puppet with goofy little tricks. It was a corny plot. He was sure he would be fine but there were 30 minutes left in the movie and Jim was a little less than brave.

Dwight patted his back with a firm hand whenever Jim shut his eyes. He could leave anytime but he decided to stay. He needed to know what would happen to Adam and Gordon. When Adam used the toilet lid he squeezed their waist and trembled. "Gross." He mumbled. She giggled.

"Beesly what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, it's just. I know it's just a trash bag with fake blood in it. It's really cool that they pulled so much off with such a small budget. It's really resourceful. I'm obsessed with the props in this movie." She squeezed his hand and petted his leg.

"Is it over yet?" Jim groaned from their shoulder.

"Not yet, there's still-"

"Shhh!" Dwight nudged them on the side.

She giggled and bit her lip, trying to keep the ending to herself. They had watched the movie thousands of times. It was much more fun to watch with someone who hadn't seen it.

When the allegedly dead guy stood up Jim gasped. "What the fuck. . .what the actual fuck? Is that a zombie?"

"He was never dead, Jim. He tricked them. He was the mastermind all along." Dwight explained, wide eyed and ecstatic.

"Holy shit." He mumbled, Dwight rubbed his shoulder. He closed his eyes as Adam met his doom. He lost. The game, and movie, was over. Jim let Pam go and flopped over onto Dwight’s shoulder. "God. . ."

"Did you like it?" Pam looked over at him. Dwight put an arm around Jim, who was pale and a little shaken up. "That was a lot. ." He moaned. Dwight kissed his head, "It's over now. I'm surprised you watched that whole thing."

"I can't believe how much they could do with just a couple of cheap cameras, a dingy bathroom, and cheap craft supplies." Pam said dreamily and smiled wide at Dwight.

"Would you ever like to create a set like that?" He asked as Jim crawled into his lap and wrapped his arms around Dwight's neck, burying his face into his chest. He moved his arms to rest them on Jim's back.

"Yeah, in 9th grade me and some guy friends in the neighborhood made this little haunted house with a shed in the backyard for Halloween. We had used paper mache to make a decapitated head. Our hands were stained red from creating the blood out of cornstarch, water and food coloring but it was worth it. It was really convincing in the dark."

"Wow, you and I should do something like that for the office. We could do a Saw theme."

"I could make a reverse bear trap out of foam, sticks and paint!" They bounced in their seat excitedly.

"Oh absolutely you could." He looked down at Jim. "You okay there?"

He groaned. Dwight petted his upper back and neck and rocked him gently.

"Shhh," He usually did this with infants but he was sure it would work on his boyfriend too. He settled into Dwight's touch and relaxed. "Have you seen a horror movie before Jim?"

He shook his head against him.

"Oh," He kissed his head.

"I feel sick just thinking about it." He mumbled.

"Shhh," He ran his hand through his hair. "Think about something nice."

"Like what?"

"Um, jello?"

"Mmmmm."

"Why do use jello in pranks so much Jim?"

"One summer, my brothers had put my lidded money jar in jello. I heard the ice cream truck and they told me to use my own money, which was on the porch in jello. When I tried to pull it out the orange stuff got all over me." Jim giggled at the memory. "I was twelve years old. I got so mad that I cried. I didn't even get to buy ice cream. So I stole the cheap trick from them."

Dwight was still rocking him gently, "Oh that is so evil." He chuckled.

Pam smiled at them and leaned against the couch.

"Do you like eating jello?"

"Yeah, I like it when it's cold, like really cold. I like the blue kind. I always hated the orange or lemon flavored kinds." He yawned against Dwight and buried himself into his shoulder.

"You think you can sleep tonight?"

"I hope so." Jim mumbled.

"Do you want to cuddle?" Pam suggested.

"Yeah." He sat up and got up from Dwight's lap and made his way to him and Pam's room with his lovers. He crawled into bed and moved the covers away, curling into bed. Dwight spooned his backside, using an arm to hug him close. Pam turned a lamp on, turned out the lights and laid facing Jim. He paced his hand on their waist and smiled wide when she touched his cheek. She kissed him a bit before snuggling up to him. Jim could not move at all. He was surrounded.

"Do you want me to keep the lamp on tonight?" Pam asked seriously. Dwight was already passed out, snoring against him with his leg tangled into his.

"Yeah."

"Okay." She kissed his forehead before settling in to sleep. Jim slept just fine.

[tainted-wine]

I hope you don’t mind this being exclusive for the Pro-Heroes!

(NSFW)

Papers? Check. Writing utensils? Check. Lube? Check.

You were primed and ready to begin this cocktastic journey. Completing this project will be a great benefit to Thirstology. You can’t believe that they put their trust in you to collect such valuable information from several willing participants. There’s no way you’re going to let the people at National Thirst Studies down.

With your lower body completely bare, you and your ambitious pussy set out to begin the cockwarming interviews.

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Pre-Notes: The Symbol of Peace. It’s still surreal to see him in such a fragile state. Strangely enough, I never once asked myself: Does All Might fuck? “Obviously he was too pure for fucking,” is what I would have said before I devoted my life to Thirst Studies. But I have learned over the years that there is no such thing as purity.

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After he got over the initial shock of you wearing no pants or underwear, you were finally able to begin your study and ask him the main question.

You barely dodged the spray of blood spewing out of his mouth. “Am I into what?” He sputtered.

“Cockwarming, sir. The act of settling a penis in a nice cozy orifice. There’s no movement, only penetration. Surely you already at least knew the definition when you agreed to this?” You offered him a paper towel, which he accepted with a choked “thank you.”

“Midnight told me this would be about intimate relationships,” he anxiously explained while wiping the red off of his lips. “But I wasn’t expecting to hear something that graphic.”

Ah, so he was talked into this. “Well, with your permission, I can give you a personal demonstration.”

His answer was inaudible the first time; you had to ask him to speak up in order to hear his adorably high “yes.” He was a lot shyer than you imagined. Poor guy was shaking like he was on a verge of a heart attack when you took his cock out and boy, did he put the ‘long’ in ‘schlong.’ But your mission wasn’t to admire the dick’s appearance, it was to learn how their owners used them inside a hot snatch. You climbed onto him and lowered yourself and ooooh shit, both of you were moaning as his inches sank into you. You couldn’t take it all, but it was more than enough to get the job done.

“Mmnngh, yes, very long. Pushing almost painfully,” You said through clenched teeth, scribbling in your notepad as you sat semi-comfortably in his lap. “Can you give me your input, Toshinori? How is this feeling for you?”

“Blrraaaffggg.”

“Toshi?”

“…”

He laid limp in the interview chair as crimson liquid continued to flow from his mouth. Well, this is troublesome. You’ll have to wait for him to regain consciousness to hear his feedback.

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Conclusion: This was his first time experiencing cockwarming. He described it as ‘intense, but not unpleasant’. Unfortunately, whenever I ask for more details, he would get too embarrassed to share anything. Frankly, this isn’t the most fruitful start to my series of interviews, but it was a great privilege to meet the amazing All Might.

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Pre-Notes: I honestly don’t even know who the hell this is. An underground hero, apparently. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that he brought a cat with him. I told him that it needs to stay outside during the interview, but the difficult bastard was ready to turn around and leave unless I allowed the furball in. What a hassle. Do I even want to sit on this man?

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You’re thankful that you did, in fact, sit on this man. His sleek ebony cat was relaxing in your lap while your pink kitty was stuffed with his cock. Despite his indifference to the situation, it was strangely intimate. Taking notes over a cute feline while his length twitched inside you was rather challenging.

“You seem like a rather exhausted fellow. Is it maybe the laid-back nature of the act that you find so alluring?” You asked.

“Mmhmm.” His arms circled around you to stroke his adorable pet.

“Being able to just wind down by giving your hard snake a wet hot crib to rest in?”

“Mmmmm.”

“I would appreciate a more elaborate answer.”

“Mmmmm...”

You shifted just enough to turn your head and see Aizawa’s head lolled back, his breaths getting heavier after each exhale. You can feel him quickly going soft inside you.

Ugh...

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Conclusion: Given that he fell asleep in the middle of the demonstration, it’s safe to say that he finds the act very relaxing. I can only make guesses because the moment he woke up, he hurried me off his lap, picked up his cat and headed out. I did my best to chase him and ask if I could at least hear his final thoughts, but that bastard leaps on cars and buildings as skillfully as Edgeshot.

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Pre-Notes: I’m not sure what to expect from the Voice Hero. His radio show has hosted some surprisingly insightful interviews. Unlike the last two, he will hopefully have some truly constructive answers to give.

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“Not gonna lie, I always wanted to try this!”

Both of you were red in the face as you sat on his throbbing cock. Despite the blush and slight shake in his voice, he was as cheerful as ever. “Sometimes I just wonder, it would be pretty cool to just have a hottie warmin’ me up during my show, ya dig? No sex, though. I know I’m not quiet enough to get away with that on the air!” He laughed loudly right into your ear.

Well that kinda hurt, but it’s nice to finally have a fully cooperative interviewee. You were actually able to ask all of your planned questions for once, and Hizashi gave a satisfying answer to each one.

Unfortunately, it just couldn’t go perfectly, and his phone ended up ringing near the end of the interview.

“Hold on, listener. I gotta take this.”

Did he really? You wished he would wait until you were done.

You felt him lean back as you remained on his lap. “Shouta, buddy! What’s goin’ on?”

Shouta? Does he mean...?

“Sorry about that! I’m not home yet, I’m doin’ a...special interview, with a hard-working thirstologist.” You heard the voice on the other end respond, and Hizashi made a noise of confusion. “Eh? What do you mean ‘you too?’”

Oh dear, he does. They actually know each other.

The conversation quickly transformed into an argument, a loud one. The two heroes apparently have some...tension between them.

“Oh, so I throw hints at you for years and you act as innocent as your cats, but you’ll sit down and let a girl hop on your dick during an interview?!”

You had to lift yourself off of his softening member and take shelter from his booming voice. He was tucking himself back into his pants with one hand as he marched out of the room, but his hurt and anger was still loud and clear. “Don’t give me that bull. I bet if I hit you with twenty one questions about cockwarming, you’d just pretend you’re asleep! Oh, you actually did fall asleep? Huh.”

You awkwardly collected your notes as the two gentlemen were seemingly making up.

“Damn right I’ve always felt this way. Oh man, you better get ready tonight because I’ve got over ten years of pent up feelings, and you’re gonna take it all.”

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Conclusion: It feels good to have a full interview. In summary, Hizashi is intrigued by the combination of closeness and casualness of it all. His interest in cockwarming during his jobs also indicate a possible thrill out of doing it in public. In addition, I’d like to announce with some pride that I may have assisted in taking two friends to the next level of their relationship.

Hawks

Pre-Notes: I’m eager to hear what the handsome winged hero has to say. I wouldn’t mind if we just stare at each other throughout the entire interview. My lust for him is unbearably strong and I’m not sure why. It’s probably just the horny writer’s obvious bias towards this bird. She could use another hobby.

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Hawks laughed once you gave him the question that officially begins the interview. “Gotta admit, I’ve actually never tried it.”

That’s a surprise that you quickly jot down in your notes. “I see. Is it something you’re interested in trying? I can give you a demonstration right here.”

“Oh? I’d love one.”

You try not to look too excited as you leave your seat and move to undo his pants, but Hawks raises a hand.

“But I want you to do it on your knees.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “My knees? How do I-”

“With your mouth.”

Oh my.

You granted his request and kneeled down to take his half-hard cock into your mouth.

“Ahhh, that’s nice.” He sighed loudly, spreading his legs more as he stared down at you.

You detached your mouth from him to speak. “Can you tell me what it is that you-mmffrrf.”

A hand pushed you back down onto his man meat. “No no no, just...stay right there. I’ll do the talking in a minute.”

You sat there with his cock growing in the heat of your mouth. Hawks’s eyes were closed, a small content smile on his face. Every time you lifted your head just an inch, the hand on your head pressed you back down. Just when this interview was starting to feel more like a hookup, he finally began to talk.

“Oh yeah, I’ve fantasized stuff like this. You got a shitty boss? I do, don’t tell them I said that, though. They’re always finding something to get on my ass about. Working me like a dog everyday, expecting me to pull off these insane missions flawlessly.”

All you could do was look up and listen to his rant. He must have loved the sight of you, going by the strong twitch of his length in your mouth.

“They just keep asking more and more from me. ‘Do this faster next time, Hawks!’ or ‘I know you’ve never done something like this before, but don’t fail us, Hawks!’ Sometimes I just wanna shove something in their mouths...like my dick. Can you relate?”

You shook your head as well as you could in your current position.

He shrugged. “Oh well. As far as I know, I’ll always be the one getting fucked by them. But something like this...” He pat your head. “Ah yeah, it would be so nice to see them like this...”

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Conclusion: Hawks was sadly short on time and had to leave before I could even get into the questions. Going by the very personal feelings and frustrations he shared, Hawks enjoys the dominance displayed from cockwarming, and prefers it be done orally. I will respect his wishes and not reveal any of the opinions that he shared about the establishment he works for and its executives.

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum

Pre-Notes: It’s best that I continue to be honest: I’m anxious. Fat Gum is one of the biggest heroes around, and I just know that there is a deadly pillar of pussy destruction in those pants. I know that I should be more concerned with the questions, but it just won’t leave my mind.

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“So, what experience do you have with this, Toyomitsu?”

The large man chuckled. He was currently in his skinny form, which you’re pretty thankful for since his fat form would have been beyond awkward to straddle. That would be like trying to hump one of those giant inflatable characters at parades. “A pretty lady I knew was really into it! I tried it for her sake, but I’ll say this with no ego, my sausage ain’t something to be taken lightly! Still, she was determined, and I was really digging just how strong her will was to take me.”

‘She sounds like a very brave soul,‘ you thought as your pen glided across your paper.

“I couldn’t believe it when she managed to get all of me inside. She couldn’t either, because she passed out! At first I just wanted to laugh it off,” he cackled as if to give an example, but his face quickly drooped into a somber expression. “But then I realized she wasn’t breathing...” His eyes shut in pain and sorrow. “And I couldn’t find a pulse...”

You nearly dropped your pen in horror. “My goodness, Toyomitsu. I’m so sor-”

“I’m just messin’ with ya! She’s fine!” His face immediately brightened up again, leaving you shocked and somewhat upset over the scare. “But seriously, if you want a seat on this big boy, I hope you’ve got plenty of lube on hand.”

“Don’t worry, I do. More than enough for the biggest flesh towers.”

But your doubts instantly returned when the bulging monster was freed from his pants. It’s huge. Toshinori may have been long, but this monster was unbelievable in both length and girth.

Your fear must have been evident on your face, because Toyomitsu asked, “You sure you wanna do this? Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You whipped out your bottle of lube and drenched your hands. “Thirstology is my passion. My life’s work. I am more than willing to put my life on the line for science.”

The hero raised an eyebrow. “It’s...not that serious, but I really like your guts, missy.” He gave himself a few strokes. “So let me tear them up.”

Even with the coatings of lube inside your pussy and on his massive cock, this was still the most arduous task you have ever performed in your life. You didn’t know it was possible to be stretched this far. The light blonde was mesmerized by your trembles and scrunched expressions and as you tried to take more of him, his mouth slightly open when he noticed the swell in your lower abdomen.

“Oh, that is hot.”

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Conclusion: I did it. I took the Fat Gun. Fat Gum himself takes a lot of pleasure in watching the strain of someone trying to take him in, and due to his partner often being much smaller than him, the tightness is very pleasurable to him. He was the only interviewee that actually came during the demonstration, so I suppose it’s safe to say that he is the biggest fan of cockwarming out of the five. He was very panicked when he came inside me, but I reassured him that I am on the pill. This is still a hell of a mess to clean up, however.

(I hope the information I have obtained will be useful for the institute. Thank you for giving me this opportunity)

[chokiipng]

Overtime

Toshiro Hitsugaya x f!reader contents: fluff a small nap with the overworked captain

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        Rangiku sweat profusely as (Y/n) shifted in her sleep. God forbid that someone wakes her up now, it's been nearly 15 hours, going on to 16. Yes, she was incredibly polite yesterday, even sounding like a proper Soul Reaper, but that's only because she was in an especially good mood. 

        In reality, there were a lot of lines that you should never cross when it comes to (Y/n). She was a generally chill person, that was half of the reason why she did the most field missions out of everyone in the Seireitei. She did anything since she was bored all the time. If not, than she usually lounges around the squad barracks or takes any extra work from other captains. So naturally, after doing all that work and chill person such as herself would have a wack ass sleeping schedule, that of which involves 10 (or 15 in this case) hour long naps and a good night's sleep of 3 minutes. 

        This brings us to our current predicament. She's been asleep for the past 15 hours in the Captain's office of Squad 10, with no sign of awakening any time soon. Other people like Captain Sui-Feng or Hitsugaya would normally have no problem waking her up and escorting her back to her room, but Rangiku wasn't any of them. She was a big busted lady with a drinking problem, not an abnormally short man. Waking (Y/n) up without being one of the two was basically a death wish. She was tired, and no one was going to get in between her and dreamland, that of which included more sleeping. 

        Captain Hitsugaya had left the room briefly, claiming that he was going to hand in the paperwork that he's done already, trusting Rangiku to allow (Y/n) to sleep peacefully. It took every fiber of her being to withhold from whipping out a bottle of sake hidden somewhere in the office. She was dumb, but she wasn't that dumb. Getting drunk would result in her singing around the room and falling everywhere, she wasn't willing to take that risk when it came to a knocked out (Y/n). 

        "Just a tiny sip-"

        "mmmmm....."

        Rangiku held in a shriek as (Y/n) turned on her side, releasing a low groan as she re-positioned herself on the couch. As the tired maiden settled once more and soft snores were heard, Rangiku let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. She silently cried to herself as she reluctantly returned to her mounds of paperwork.

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        When Captain Hitsugaya returned, he found, much to his relief, (Y/n) still fast asleep with the addition of Rangiku sprawled out across the coffee table. He did a quick check to make sure that she didn't open a single bottle of sake and sighed gratefully having found none littered in his office as they usually are.

        Taking off the captain's haori, that he took great pride in wearing, he used it to lay it across the usually hardworking girl like a blanket as he also untied the turquoise sash around his torso and left Hyourinmaru to rest on his stand. Bringing his ink and brushes, he sat himself down on the floor, opposite of that of Rangiku and leaned back onto the couch that (Y/n) was sleeping on. He brought Rangiku's stack of papers over to his side to sign and finish up, until a soft hand ruffled through his hair.

        Without flinching, he rose a brow and looked behind him only to see (Y/n) staring at him with a drowsy gaze. 

        "How long have I been asleep for?" she asked in a groggy voice.

        "About 16 hours." he answered.

        "And what about you?"

        He stiffened at that and looked away, causing her to chuckle weakly. She looked over at his desk only to find it clean of the piles of paperwork he once had, save for the small cup that once held his tea. 

        "You did enough work, Rangiku's already knocked out so why don't you rest for a bit." she offered, draping her arms over his shoulders.

        He took one last glance at his lieutenant's paperwork, before ultimately leaning back into her touch and grasping one of her hands with his own.

        "I'll wake you up when I do, then you can get back to your boring reports."

        A small part of him feared that she would sleep for another 15 hours, but a larger more fatigued part kept telling him to give in and take a nap.

        He eventually sided with the latter and rested his head on her arm, it couldn't hurt too much to take a small nap (in (Y/n)'s terms at least).

        "Fine, demon woman. I finished most of my work anyway."

        And with that, the two of them drifted off into sleep.

        The office was quiet, with the exception of Rangiku's obnoxiously loud and Captain Hitsugaya's and (Y/n)'s soft snores. Squad 10 was soothingly calm for the first time in decades. 

A/n: this was a small excerpt of a Toshiro Hitsugaya x Reader that i’m writing on my quotev account, it’s mainly for me to write in when im feeling them negative emotions but i figured other people might like it too

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T-Honey I Shrunk the Test Subject

Hiiii here is the stupid content no one asked for (title from @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi)

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Ingredients: possessive whumper, manhandling/noncon touching (unsexy), spider, a lil bit of choking

“This is my favorite thing I have done, ever.”

“Change me back right now, Neteri.”

“Mmmmm...maybe later.” He huffed angrily and crossed his arms, glaring up at her. When she’d said she wanted to test something on him today, figured it would be...he didn’t know, something normal? Not...not…this. He wished he could run away as she stared down at him, but there wasn’t anywhere for him to go.

He was stuck up here, standing on the palm of her hand as she looked at him through a magnifying glass.

She poked at his stomach with the tip of her finger, giggling as he stumbled back in order to stay on his feet. “Oh Erebus, you’re so cute all teeny like this. My hypothesis was correct after all!”

“And what was your hypothesis?”

“That you would be even cuter if I shrunk you! And I was so, so right,” she cooed, shifting so both of her hands were wrapped around him, bringing him up and rubbing him against her cheek. He squirmed desperately, but he was no match for her now.

“Put me down!”

“Okay!” She let go of him with one hand, still holding him firmly in the other, and grabbed something from under the table. She gently dropped him onto a soft surface...surrounded by curved glass walls. He looked up in disbelief. A jar. She’d put him in a jar.

“Neteri, this isn’t what-let me out of here!” he yelled, banging his fist against the glass uselessly. 

“Don’t worry bud, I’ll take you outside later. For now, I have some things to do, so just sit tight, okay?” He protested further, but she just ignored him and screwed on the lid. She’d poked holes in it, at least, but now he was even more trapped. He found it hard to stand as she started walking, so he angrily sat down on the thick layer of cotton and scraps of cloth that lined the bottom of the jar, watching helplessly as she carried him along.

She brought him into a room he’d never seen before, but he assumed it was her office. Bookshelves lined the walls, and papers were stacked in neat piles here and there. She gently set the jar down on her desk, gathering some materials before sitting down and getting to work. Erebus sighed, looking around more closely at his prison.

There really wasn’t much in there besides the layer of bedding, just a small stick and a coin. He laid back, sighing. This was worse than being stuck in his cell, since there he had things to do, and more importantly, privacy. Here, everything he did was very much on display for Neteri. Every now and then, she’d glance up at him and smile, or even just watch him for a little bit. Why did she even want him here if she wasn’t going to do anything to him? Wait, he...he was just her desk ornament, wasn’t he? A little pet for her to look at while she worked. Humiliated, he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the soft material. There wasn’t any way to escape her gaze except for burying himself completely, but he was certain she’d just tease him for doing that.

A little while later, he heard her unscrewing the lid, and upon looking up, he saw her hand reaching in. He tried his best to get away, but there wasn’t really anywhere for him to run. She managed to pinch the back of his shirt between her fingers, and he struggled uselessly as she pulled him up and out of the jar. “You’re so wiggly,” she remarked, grabbing him in her other hand and letting go of his shirt.

“Yeah, because I don’t like you grabbing me and picking me up!”

“Oh come on, how can I resist?” She rubbed the side of his face with her thumb. “You’re so lil and cute and all mine; I just wanna hold you.” She moved her thumb, stroking his hair now. “Maybe I’ll just keep you like this forever. My own little Erebus.”

A look of horror crept across his face. “You wouldn’t-you can’t-”

She laughed. “No, I can’t. The spell only lasts for twenty-four hours.”

“Well that’s-wait I’m going to be stuck like this for a day?!”

Neteri smiled wickedly. “Yes you are. And you can bet I’m going to make the most of this. I’m almost done here, and then I’ll take you outside, ‘kay?”

“Are you going to let go of me while you-”

“Nope.” Erebus groaned, but tried to make himself as comfortable as possible in her hand, trying to ignore the way she was constantly petting him with her finger in one spot or another. Thankfully, she finished her work soon after and let go of him, placing him gently on her palm. “Alright, lil guy, do you want to ride in the jar or on my shoulder? Or,” she gasped, “I could put you in my pocket! Nevermind, I’m putting you in my pocket.”

“Hey, wait-” Erebus cried, but she paid him no heed, dumping him into the breast pocket of her coat. After some struggling, he managed to right himself, standing so his head and shoulders were sticking out. Neteri was looking down at him with the happiest smile he’d seen her wear since...ever, really.

“This is so amazing look at you in there you’re so small and aaahhhh!” She jumped up and down a few times, and Erebus had to hold tightly to the edge of her pocket to avoid being thrown out. 

“Cut it out, Neteri, you’re going to kill me!”

She looked down at him, realizing her mistake. “Oh no I’m so sorry little bud are you okay?!”

“I mean for a lot of reasons, no, but physically I’m...not in pain.”

“Great! Let’s get going, then.” She slung her bag over her shoulder, and off they went. It was strange, seeing the world from this height. He felt so small-well, of course he was small, but-just...height wise? Regular person size height wise? He felt like he was a kid again, only being this high off the ground. This was sort of how Neteri saw things, wasn’t it? He was a little lower than that, but still, the tops of doorways were so far, not even close to his head at all. 

Musings aside, he was relieved when they made it to one of the many palace gardens they visited every so often. He begrudgingly climbed onto Neteri’s hand, glad to get out of her pocket, at least. She petted his head a few times, muttering “Tiny Erebus,” to herself, before lowering him enough that he could step onto the ground. They were right next to one of the plant beds, and Erebus couldn’t help but look up in awe. The plants were so tall, their leaves big enough for him to easily hide under.

“You can go wandering in there if you want, but don’t go too far or...well, you’ll see,” Neteri said. Erebus was tempted to ask what exactly she meant by that, but he refrained, simply nodding and heading off into the veritable jungle. Soon enough, he lost himself in the strange little world among the plants, fascinated by the way they looked from this angle. He didn’t know how long he spent just wandering around, studying the huge flowers, stems, and leaves. For a moment, he almost didn’t mind being small. But just for a moment.

Because then he saw something moving.

Erebus was frozen in horror as he watched the long, shiny legs scuttling towards him. He’d never really been afraid of spiders, but they usually weren’t so big, certainly not almost up to his knees. He finally managed to get his legs to move, breaking into a run. He didn’t really think it would hurt him, but he didn’t want to take his chances and that thing was still freaky. He tried to gauge where he was, but it was impossible to tell. He could hardly see the sky through all these tall stems and leaves, much less Neteri. And no way was he calling for her. If she knew he was being chased by a spider, she’d never let him live it down.

Erebus just kept going, hoping he could lose it, when something suddenly jerked on his neck, temporarily choking him and knocking him onto his back. He frantically felt his neck as he coughed, feeling for whatever had pulled him, but there was nothing besides his stupid collar, which hadn’t caught on anything, as far as he could tell. He scurried to his feet and tried to keep going, but again his neck was pulled back. He waved his hand around, and there wasn’t anything there, but it felt like he was being tugged back by...a leash. Oh. This is what Neteri meant by him not being able to go too far away. 

Thankfully, he seemed to have lost the spider, so he turned around and headed in the direction the leash had pulled him earlier. It did end up leading him back to Neteri, who looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Did you try to run, Erebus?” She tapped a ring on her finger that he hadn’t noticed before, a tinge of harshness in her eyes. 

“I-no, I was just...running...from something.” He’d...he’d rather take teasing over punishment.

Her gaze softened instantly, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. “Wait did you get chased by a bug or something that’s so cute!” She grabbed him before he could dodge, bringing him up and rubbing him against her cheek again. “You poor sweet little thing I’ll always protect you from those big scary bugs.”

Erebus then remembered that teasing was basically punishment. 

He couldn’t wait for this damn spell to wear off.

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Random bits tag: @yet-another-heathen @as-a-matter-of-whump @galaxywhump

[deniigi]

my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?

Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?

Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.

Title: hotpot

Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.

--

The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.

He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.

Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.

Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.

BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.

That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.

Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.

That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.

Kind of excellent.

Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.

Right?

The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?

 MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?

 How dare you, Miles Morales.

How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.

GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.

MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views

GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it

MM: I’m messaging him

GL: DON’T

MM: too late

MM: he says ‘gimme link’

GL: asdksjsjdks

--

 @blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]

--

 It helped.

A lot.

It helped a lot.

--

 People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.

Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.

The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.

--

 It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’

It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.

He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.

Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.

Not that Anon cared.

Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’

The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.

--

 GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?

MM: no

GL: why not?

MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother

 Oh.

Okay. Then it was fine?

 MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.

GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile

MM: trust me I know

 Asshole. Fine, moving right along.

--

 It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.

Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.

The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.

Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.

He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.

He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.

Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.

Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.

Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’

Anon hated him.

Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.

They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’

Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.

Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’

Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.

 MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?

 HHHHHH.

Fine.

Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.

--

 It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.

Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.

This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’

That felt like a pointed jibe.

That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.

Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.

The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.

It was as if they knew him.

 GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?

MM: lol yeah

GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like

GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?

 Silence.

 MM: oh no

 Yeah. Fuck.

 MM: chances are low.

GL: they know so much tho??

MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?

GL: maybe.

MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it

GL: does he know Muse?

MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.

 Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.

In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.

He just kept laughing.

 MM: hey ganke

MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.

MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?

 There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.

 GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.

MM: 👍🏾

--

 It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.

Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.

Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.

 GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?

MM: same man, same.

--

 DP escalated it.

Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.

 MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.

 Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.

That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.

 MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.

 That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?

 MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.

 Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.

--

 Two hours. One text.

 MM: >:/

 Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.

 GL: good news?

MM: [image]

 He opened it.

 SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN

HC: You can’t tell me what to do

SC: I CAN

HC: Mom he’s being MEAN

SC: Mom she’s scaring children online

HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???

SC: Because I said so

HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her

SC: I am your older brother

SC: your ELDEST brother

HC: YOU AINT SHIT

SC: THEY DON’T COUNT

SC: HALFSIES COUNT

 What.

 MM: so.

MM: she’s not Muse.

MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three

GL: wait I don’t understand

MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.

 Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.

 GL: she hates him?

MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.

 No way. Siblings were wild.

 GL: so we’re good?

MM: [image]

  SC: apologize 🔪

HC: eat my ass

SC: apologize or else

HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????

SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?

HC: you fucking bastard

SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖

HC: Die

SC: kill me

HC: I will.

 The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.

She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.

 MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice

GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius

MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.

GL: do you think she misses him?

 Miles took a long time to respond.

 MM: yeah

 Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.

 GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’

MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf

MM: one moment.

MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier

GL: she’s kind of funny

MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?

GL: 👀👀👀👀

MM: brb asking

MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.

MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.

 Oh, nice. That was a relief.

 MM: oh

MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?

 Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.

 GL: sure

 --

  [GL has been added to a Secure Chat]

 It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.

Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.

 GL: hi? Are y’all okay?

 There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.

 SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?

HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?

SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick

HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you

SC: fair but pretend in the face of company

HC: okay fine. Hello losers.

MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf

MM: hi

GL: hi?

SC: go on

HC: UGH

HC: fine

HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.

SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later

HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies

SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot

HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we

SC: don’t be jealous

MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??

HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?

SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.

MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4

GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.

HC: oh. nerd children x2

HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad

SC: ffs

MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.

HC: ?? oho

SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.

HC: little spider, did you not hear?

SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here

MM: hear what?

HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?

 Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.

 MM: …wait are you for real?

SC: no. okay out.

HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.

SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing

HC: damn okay sorry

MM: can I be honest?

SC: no

MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.

SC: …

HC: right?

SC: what does that even mean?

MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.

MM: I’m really happy for you guys.

MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?

 Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.

He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.

 SC: I dunno.

HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.

MM: wh

SC: you’re so not funny.

HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.  

MM: oh

MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well

SC: HHHHHHH

HC: HA

SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression

HC: I can make the old man cry watch me

SC: please don’t I’ll die

MM: awwwww

SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.

MM: AWWWWWW

SC: LEAVE ALREADY

MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad

SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.

HC: uh huh

SC: I’m using him

HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.

SC: thank you

HC: /sarcasm

SC: I know I ignored it.

MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?

SC: wh

SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.

HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.

SC: I’m plenty manly

HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly

SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.

HC: mama’s boy

SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.

 Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.

 GL: That’s kind of cool, though.

GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.

GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.

SC: wh

SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.

MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.

MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.

SC: I?

SC: oh shit

HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?

MM: miles

HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES

HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD

SC: get fucked

HC: An epiphany was obtained!

SC: would you shut up

HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother

SC: I’m your only brother

HC: you’re not

SC: they don’t fucking count

HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?

SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.

HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy

SC: that’s still too spicy

HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy

SC: 3/5

HC: listen

HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously

MM: what’s hotpot?

SC: 👀

HC: 👀

GL: 👀

SC: well fuck

HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???

MM: no?? is this the sticks?

HC: can be. Where do you live?

SC: Hannah no

HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.

SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?

HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF

SC: HHHHHH

MM: you guys are actually being serious?

HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.

SC: try doing your fucking homework

HC: did anyone hear something?

MM: lololololol I like you

HC: 😊

SC: wh

SC: oh no. No no no.

SC: you two don’t get to be friends

HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps

MM: I’m here

HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.

SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.

HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee

HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.

HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.

GL: omg aw

HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.

MM: you’re not joking

HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.

MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?

HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.

MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom

MM: ganke?

HC: 👀

 That—

Sounded kind of nice?

 GL: I’ll ask my mom.

HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.

MM: 👍🏾

GL: 👍🏼

HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.

MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!

GL: yeah that too

HC: lol np ttyl                                    

 That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?

Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.

 GL: they’re so nice???

MM: ikr?

GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?

MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.

MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.

GL: I kind of love her

MM: same

MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.

GL: yeah see you later

 Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.

Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.

[melodyofthevoid]

In your royal IZ Au, you said Miyuki babied Zim a lot? Well, I would kill to see a glimpse of that in art/writing form. I’m a sucker for mostly wholesome relationships between a parent and their child-

Alright this has sat in my asks for long enough I think I'll make an attempt:

Miyuki let out a sigh as yet another petition crossed her desk. Likely just as frivolous as the last. Something regarding the alliance with Tierras, wanting her to reconsider and choose their kingdom instead. Or maybe those upstarts from Vort, well, some from Vort at least, calling for her head.

She'd love to see them try frankly. The only reason she left them alive was out of sheer amusement. They'd fled the first assassination attempt at the slightest sign of her suspicion.

In any case, a migraine throbbed behind her eyes, forcing her to put down the parchment with a huff. This wouldn't necessarily be such a problem if Red decided to take his duties more seriously, but alas, he spent his days lazing about with Purple. At the very least he took that aspect seriously.

Perhaps too much so, but she digressed.

Heavy footsteps thudded on the carpet outside of the room, muffled shouts of "HE CAN'T BE FAR" and "WHERE'D THAT BRAT GO" making their way through the thick wood. Casting an eye to the side, where a small panel opened hesitantly, lavender eyes scanning the surroundings before landing on her.

"Well hello there little one, you seem to be in quite a jam."

Zim flashed that clever grin he did when his pride outweighed his common sense. Which was often.

"Zim did nothing."

"Oh I don't know if I believe you," Miyuki got up, moving over to crouch at Zim's level, her child moving back into the passage, "Those guards seemed awfully mad."

"It wasn't that bad, just some little bugs is all."

"How many bugs?"

A few hundred was her current guess given Zim's current silence. Could be fewer if he's lying about the size. Or more. Always getting into trouble he was.

"...a few."

"Sure. It looks like someone's not going to get dessert tonight for being a troublesome little smeet, I guess it's all going to Red then."

She felt herself smile slightly as Zim's face paled and his lip trembled. So easily bribed. The love of sweets ran in the family.

"No! Mother please, you can't!"

"I don't know," she sang, straightening up and returning to her desk, "I might have to tell the cook to do less cake tonight. A shame really. However, I could be convinced to not tell him if you'll keep me company while I finish up these boring old papers."

He thought, pouting his little cheeks out.

"...mmmmm deal. But I want a slice and a half of cake."

"Don't push it dear."

"Fine, but Zim will make fun of the dumb idiots in the guard anyway. You should have seen their faces! You'd think they've never seen a mega ant before!"

"I'm sure they haven't."

At least her paperwork was no longer boring. She could always use the company.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “The Harbinger.”

It was nice to finally write this piece, and sorry for not posting for the last two days. With my work schedule, weekends for me sometimes fall in the middle of the week. 

Hope you all have a great day!

“This is going to be a disaster.”

Overhead the UN flag snapped in the wind desperately trying to cool their bodies from the beating Sun.

“So you say, but I disagree.” She glanced down at the crew roster in her hands, “The boy really did his research, asked for people specifically, all the way down to the marines. A lot of them crewed the original enterprise. If this were a deck of cards I would say he has a royal flush.”

The other Admiral grunted but didn’t argue with her.

The man had never personally be into space, never even visited mars, so he didn’t pretend to know more than she did, while simultaneously being skeptical. She could deal with that, but at least he respected her enough to have trusted her decision.

Together they stood on the tarmac of the launch field.

The new ship wasn’t there as it had been built completely off-earth at Europa station considering how massive the ship was and how unwieldy the thing would have been in atmosphere. However, someone had taken the time to throw up some projectors, showing the view at Europa station as the last finishing touches were added, and cargo was loaded into her hull.

Across the Tarmac, they watched as Captain Vir stepped from UNSC headquarters and out onto the pavement. If the boy had any more bounce in his step he might as well have been skipping as he made his way up to the lectern and sat just off to the side on a metal folding chair. There were still other speeches to be given, those being the UN president, a few other major officials, and a broadcast by the GA, who were very pleased with their decision despite continuous grumbling by UNSC officers who still thought the boy was going to screw it all up.

The other admiral turned his head to look at her, “just look at him, he’s like a puppy, probably gonna piss all over himself with excitement.”

Admiral Kelly looked over to where he was sitting, on the edge of his folding chair, hands casper before him and one leg bouncing like a jackhammer against the pavement. There WAS something surprisingly doglike about him, “Oh give him a chance. I was just as excited as he was to fly my first mission, the difference was I didn’t show it. You can hardly blame a man for wearing his heart on his sleeve.” “More like smack in the middle of his forehead.”

“Give him a chance.”

He glanced over at her, “You’re fond of him.”

“He makes it easy to be fond of him.” 

The UNp resident finished with his speech and stepped down from the lectern.

“Oh here we go, what is it gonna be, a cheesy joke and a Star Wars reference.”

She glanced at him from over her shoulder, “how do you know about star wars?”

He blushed only slightly, “I have a son who is into that old vintage stuff.”

“Mmmmm Hmmm.” She said pointedly before turning back to Captain Vir as he stood from his seat. She watched as he took a deep breath to calm himself, and then walked slowly up to the lectern his back straight, his expression serious

She smiled as she watched her friend’s eyebrow raise in surprise.

“Just over a year ago I sat in a VA hospital wondering if I was ever going to walk again, Eight months ago, I wondered if I was going to survive, six months ago I wondered if I would ever fully recover, and one week ago I wondered what kind of drugs the brass was smoking to offer me this job.” He smiled slightly as the crowd laughed, “All joking aside, I am privileged and honored to have been chosen. I know there has been a lot of controversy behind my appointment to this position, and Ithink Admiral kelly especially for her faith in me. I am not going to delude myself into thinking I can make any promises about whether or not I will succeed, but I can promise that I will do my best, which is as much as any man can promise considering such uncertain circumstances.”

He glanced down at his papers as the wind tugged at his cap, “As we speak the last cargo is being loaded onto my ship in preparation for our first deployment into the stars. I have thought long and hard in preparation, and for a proper name for the ship that will help usher in a new age of cooperation and companionship between us and extraterrestrial life. Sleepless nights, hours with the Oxford dictionary, and plenty of inappropriate suggestions from family members…” He paused there to allow a light chuckle from the crowd, “Hours and hours of thought and planning,...” he paused smiling ruefully, “I actually found the perfect word while out with my dad searching for new tractor parts. You know how these companies are, they have to make their tractor parts sound really manly or they’re worried we won’t buy them.” There was another slight chuckle from the crowd, “Anyway, the word I found means ‘ something that comes before and that shows what will follow in the future, a herald, a precursor or a forerunner. The word I chose and the name that my ship will take is Harbinger, a herald of things to come, the forerunner of humanity’s expansion into the stars and our alliance with alien races. She will be a harbinger, but a harbinger of good things to come. The crew of the harbinger will uphold all the values and oaths of the UNSC, protect, when others cannot, sacrifice when others will not, and fight when others actively rise against those that we protect.”

He went quiet as the un flag snapped behind him in the breeze.

“I give my soul to this endeavor with every fiber of my being, and I ask for my crew to do the same.”

***

Europa station 1200 hours EST

UNSC identification badges must be worn at all times.

“Now remember, she’s got six main engines, the back one is the most powerful but make sure to use your left and right for maneuvering to keep power. Never fire the warp core andt the engines at the same time unless you want to end up a thousand light years away and by all that is holy try very hard not to initiate that shatter sequence if you can help it.” Europa station director, and lead commander on the build team led him across the open deck and towards the open cargo ramp.

Adam’s eyes were wide, stuck open with awe as they approached the ship. He had seen her only once in her full glory, having asked the shuttle to take a quick tour around the Europa station so he could get a good look at her where she was docked

By all rights she was as aesthetically pleasing as a cinder block, but he thought she was beautiful all the same.

The man pulled him to a halt waving over another figure who had, up till that point, been busy shouting orders to a group of grey jumpsuits people who scrambled to do her bidding.

She stopped yelling at them long enough to turn and walk over.

“Captain, I would like to introduce you to your Chief Engineering officer Narobi. She knows everything there is to know about this ship. If she so much as suspects something might go wrong, you listen to her, no dumbass macho man act, and no blowing her off because she's probably more important than you will be when it comes to keeping this beauty in the air.”

She was tall just an inch or two shorter than him with dark skin and hard brown eyes. She wore one of those grey jumpsuits of the other engineers, but had wrapped a bright orange and red scarf around her head, tied up in a decorative knot. She was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen though the look on her face made it very clear that she wasn’t the type to hold such things at a high priority. Looking into her cold hard eyes he had no doubt that she was ready and willing to brain him with a pipe if he ever deserved it.

Adam held out a hand to her, “A pleasure to meet you-”

She took his hand, her grip as a calloused vice against his. He hadn’t expected that and grimaced as her fingers crushed his, she leaned in very close, “You see that ship right there, captain.”

He squeaked out a response, suddenly afraid for the safety of his bones.

“That right there, that ship, is mine. You may pilot my ship, and I will even allow you to talk about her like she’s yours, but at the end of the day she is mine. I take care of her, I fix her when she is sick and I keep her in the air. You treat MY ship well and we won’t have any problems.”

She squeezed again just a little harder before letting go, and he took back his hand waving it slightly to disperse the apin, “Got it, she is your baby.” He grinned at her, “Strong grip you have there, though I’d like to keep my hands for flying next time if that’s cool.”

His smile seemed to throw her off guard and she frowned slightly, “I…. I’m sorry I was sort of expecting….”

“Some raging asshole on a power trip….?”

“Something like that.”

“It’s ok, I get it.” he flexed his fingers and waved at her as he was carted off. She stared after him eyes narrowed slightly and a look of confusion on her face .

That boy is either a real idiot or a scapegoat for the UNSC who thinks he’s going to fail

Adam stepped onto the ramp before him and headed up into the interior of the ship wide eyed like a child and bouncing with excitement. When he reached the top of the ramp he looked around watching as men and women hurried to stow cargo and do last minute checkers to see if everything was strapped down.

Turning he found a group of marines standing in one corner receiving orders on how to help. One of the marines turned, and they locked eyes.

The marine’s face was split with a matching grin, and he broke formation to race across the floor. Adam did the same, and by the end they had the entire cargo hold’s attention as they met in an embrace each of them trying to squeeze the life out of the other. Eventually Adam used his superior height to pick up the other marine and spin him around once before setting him down.

“I knew you loved me but I didn’t know it was that much.:”

Adam grinned, “ramirez you son of a bitch. I missed you.”

“I can hardly blame you.” He winked a grin splitting his handsome face, “Last time I saw  you, you were on a shuttle to Anin.” His smile died slightly, “I heard about what happened, I’m sorry to hear….” He glanced down at Adam’s leg before a smile lit up his face again, “On the brightside, you’re a cyborg now, can I see?”

Adam was surprised, not entirely used to people being so bold about wanting to see the prosthetic but, well it made him feel better, and he liked the idea of being a cyborg, so he pulled up his pant leg to give the marine a good look.

“Damn! How far does that go?”

“Buy me dinner and find out.”

The marine looked up, grinned and laughed, “Wow look at you. Not even blushing either you raging prude.”

“I only blush when I’m attracted to people.”

“Ouch, rude.”

Adam grinned and patted Ramirez on the shoulder, “I am glad you took my offer.”

“Glad to receive it. They’ve had me sitting on my ass over at fort Georga for the past year, and man being a marine is a lot less fun when you aren’t out being abducted by aliens.”

“That I can understand. Anyway, I gotta get up to the bridge, but I’ll catch up with you later, alright.”

“Later then.” The marine jogged off and he turned back to see some of the officers staring at him. He just shrugged, smiled and allowed them to lead him up and onto the bridge. The moment he stepped in was like, like nothing he could have ever dreamed. The station was facing towards jupiter, and glowing light from her swirling surface filtered in on the command center seats, and the captain’s chair was placed high above it.

It took every fiber of his being not to jump up and down squealing like a child. Even so he couldnt stop the stupid little dance that led him over to the chair. He could still sense the others staring at him, but he didn’t much care, sliding into the seat and feeling a warm rush of pure joy shooting through him like fire.

He leaned back in his seat.

Then he reached into the little pocket at the front fo his uniform and pulled out the small notebook there.

“Preflight!”

The officers hurried to their stations, and watching them rush at his words sent another thrill through him.

Engines 

Warp core

Crew

Cargo 

He rubbed his hands as they were almost done, “And one last and most important part of the preflight.”

They all turned to look at him, as he scrolled through his downloaded playlist, “You can’t just launch a ship without some epic tunes.  My life didn’t come with a preset soundtrack so I guess I have to make my own.” They stared at him, but he just grinned and turned on his pre picked music selection. It had been difficult to chose, but he had finally made a decision.

The crew shifted almost nervously as they looked back and forth between each other unsure if they wanted to be a crew under this lunatic.

Adam engaged the microphone for the rest of the ship, “Alright Ladies, gentlemen and…. marines , welcome to the Harbinger,  please keep your hands and feet inside the car for the duration of the trip, don’t throw marshmallows at neutron stars and no playing golf out the airlock. Next destination, Andromeda.” He let go of the announcement button and sat back in his seat.

“Harbinger ready for launch in Ten…” He engaged the countdown, and the crew rushed to their positions. He felt the rumbling of the engines as they engaged below him, and took control of the  manual drive as the ankers were disengaged from his ship. There was a sharp thud as they disengaged from the airlock.

He slowly adjusted their rotating engines.

3

2

1

The ships engines fired, and he took control of the ship, gently maneuvering her away from Europa with all the skill and finesse of an eagle riding an updraft.

He pressed the button to call down to the engine room.

“Captain Vir calling for report.”

Nairobi’s voice came over the intercom, “She’s practically singing, Captain.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He let the com drop, “Engage warp core.”

Europa station was already receding into the backdrop against the massive glowing orb of jupiter.”

“How far?”

“Safe warp distance approaching in in ten…”

He flipped up the switch on his chair, and waited for the count.

Their navigator turned to look at him and gave a thumbs up. At that moment he shut off the engines, and flipped the switch for warp following the targeting directory and input.

The entire crew braced themselves for warp, many of them remembering what it had felt like the first time.

Luckily for them it was a long warp, so it wouldn’t be so instantaneous.

Adam’s eyes went wide as he watched the stars bend around them. His teeth flashed white.

He had a good feeling about this.

[anonymous-eggy]

Hc&C Day

Nicky Valentino x reader (Gender-neutral)

Warnings: None as far as I know!

Word count: 1262

A/n: So, uhm. This is the first thing I’ve written in a really long time, and it’s the first thing I’ve finished so I’m pretty nervous. I hope you guys enjoy it. I drank a lot of hot cocoa while writing this. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day! If you enjoyed it, please reblog!

Cold New York snow drifts through the air, contrasting the comforting warmth of Nicky and I’s shared home. It still felt so spectacular to say that. Our home. It felt right. It was something that was so meant to be it was like hot cocoa and marshmallows. Warm and sweet.

“So what’s the schedule for today, boss?” I teasingly break the late morning silence as I finish off the tea I was drinking.

Nicky looks up from the newspaper he’s reading with his signature smirk. “You ain’t gonna believe this...but we got nothin’ on our schedule. we’re free for the day, toots. Our schedule is whatever you decide it to be.”

“Ooo okay. How about…,” I start, looking out of our large window in thought before an idea pops in my head, “How about we have a hc&c day?”

“Why don’t ya educate me on what that is, gorgeous?” Nicky asks, setting the paper down and giving his full attention to me, interest dancing in his loving hazel eyes.

“It’s a little thing my dad used to do for me and my siblings. We’d all make hot cocoa and add something fun to each cup for each other. I always gave my siblings and dad whipped cream. After making the hot cocoa, we’d gather up all our favorite fluffy blankets and cuddle up by a window and watch the snow and talk. Or we’d nap. Or we’d get bored and run outside. Hot cocoa and cuddle day!” I explain excitedly, Nicky hanging onto every word as if it were the most important thing he’s ever been told.

“This hc&c day sounds like exactly what we need after our long week. Let’s do it,” Nicky stands and rounds the table to me and helps me up.

“Really? It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I’m surprised I even remember it,” I softly comment, suddenly shy.

“Darling, that’s exactly why we should do it. Come on, let’s go make that hot cocoa together,” Nicky responds, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek and guiding me to our kitchen.

We move around the kitchen, gathering the couple things we need, navigating around each other with ease. It was as if we were rehearsing a dance we knew by heart. When we came back together, however, things got tricky.

“I wanna put the powder in the milk!”  I complain, making grabby hands towards the package in Nicky’s hand, which was held away from me.

“Well, I have the powder sweetheart, so I’m doing it,” Nicky chides smugly as I reached for it.

“That’s awfully rude of you, Nicholas,” I protest, crossing my arms with a hmph.

“whoa pulling out the full first name over some hot cocoa powder?” He taunts back at me, seemingly unaffected by my pouting.

“It’ll be the full first, middle, and last if you don’t give me that!” I scold, reaching for it again.

“Mmmmm no chance, toots. I’m doin’ it,” He said, “I’ll let you mix if you let me pour the powder.”

I thought for a moment before responding, “Fine, it’s a deal, Valentino. Come here.”

Nicky looks at me, leaning closer. Our lips meet for a short, warm, playful kiss.

“It’s a deal,” he repeats, measuring out and dumping the power into the heated milk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a spoon, handing it to me. I gladly take it and stir the hot cocoa.

“So, what are you gonna put in my cocoa?” Nicky inquires, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind.

“Poison,” I reply nonchalantly, earning a soft laugh from him.

“I don’t think we have any handy, love. You’re gonna have to pick something else,” Nicky chuckles as he buries his face in my neck.

I let out a jokingly disappointed hum and think as I lean my head back against him. “Marshmallows. How about you?”

“It’s a surprise, beautiful,” He responds, letting go of me to grab two mugs. He sets them down on the counter

“iT’s a suRpRIsE, BeaUTifUl!” I mock him, making my voice a similar level to his and adding a terrible new york mobster accent to my voice.

 Nicky lets out a short bark of laughter at my indignant mocking. “You’ll love it, toots. I promise.”

“I know I will, I’m just messing with you, baby,” I assure him as I pour the hot cocoa into the mugs. “In any case, you’re gonna have to show me in order to put it in my drink.”

“Not if you turn around,” he hands me a mug. “Why don’t you put those marshmallows in while I put your thing in yours?”

I reluctantly take the mug and marshmallows and turn my back to him and his shenanigans. “You better be fast with poisoning my drink. Is this because I hid our marriage certificate so you couldn’t ‘return me without the receipt’? Must you resort to illegal ways?”

“Mi amore, I wouldn’t dream of poisoning you, even if you would. Where is it, by the way?” Nicky responds. 

“Hm. In the secret room behind the bookcase,” I hum, dropping a few marshmallows in the chocolatey drink.

“Good to know.” I feel his hands settle on either side of my waist and turn me around to face him. “All done, love,” Nicky leans forward for a kiss. I’m quick to meet him in the middle, and we share a tender kiss, filled with our electrifying love for one another. Nicky lets out a happy hum as we part. “I love bein’ married to you.”

“Likewise, Nicky. I can’t believe I get to spend forever with you,” I sigh and hold his hands.

“Me neither, what do you say we go get those blankets and cuddle by the window?” Nicky grabs his cocoa and pulls me away from the counter. 

I nod and grab my cocoa. “I’d love nothing more.” We grab a large heavy blanket and several pillows and make a cozy nest out of it.

 As we settle in it, Nicky wraps the blanket around both of us and pulls me into his arms. I feel myself relax against him and I take a sip of my hot cocoa. I sputter a bit as my brain races to figure out what flavor was added to it. Nicky laughs softly and takes a sip of his own drink.

“Nicky...did you add caramel to this?” I ask, looking up at him in confusion.

“Do you like it?”

I take another drink and feel the warmth of the drink spread throughout me. “Yeah, it’s different but pretty good.”

We watch the snow fall and settle on the ground outside, a peaceful silence washing over us as we hold each other and drink our hot cocoa. I don’t know if it’s the drink, the calming snowfall, cuddling with Nicky, or all of the above but I feel a wave of sleepiness tug at my eyelids.

“This has got to be one of the best moments ever,” Nicky murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Getting to spend a nice quiet day with my one true love in my arms is exactly what I dreamed of my future bein’ like.”

My only response was setting my mug down and fully laying against him, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw, and laying my head on his shoulder. I nuzzle against his neck and close my eyes, letting myself drift off into one of the best naps I’ve ever had.

“Ti amo, (y/n).”

[trashyswitch]

Roman's FREAKING QUILL!

Logan had gotten Roman a quill for his birthday, and Roman writes with it constantly! But Virgil is super flustered by the thought of that quill tickling him. It doesn't take long for Roman to learn of Virgil's feather sensitivity, and for him to use it against Virgil.

This fic is for @kanene-yaaay

What's this?! A FIC THAT'S ON TIME?! What is this sorcery?!

Just kidding! I will warn that it's a little short, But I hope you all like it despite that!

Tickletober Day 14: Light Tickles

Virgil was laying on his bed, going through a giggle fit that had started earlier this morning. Roman was using it again! He was using the new pen! Even though the pen was meant for writing, all Virgil could focus on was the fluttering of the feather decoration on the end. Or rather, the fluttering of the entire pen. It all started when Logan had the audacity to buy Roman a quill pen for his birthday! Roman absolutely loved the pen and in return, he would end up using the pen as often as possible! That’s where this whole mess started. The mess, that was his flustered, giggly self.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Virgil was really feather sensitive. Just a simple feather decoration on a hat will turn Virgil into a flustered mess of emotions. So Roman constantly using a feather pen to write his thoughts down in a notebook? UUUH-how about NO?!

To make things worse, Roman has always found a preference with feather-patterned things! His notebook was covered in them! And not just the front, EVERY PAGE IN THE NOTEBOOK HAD A LITTLE FEATHER IN THE RIGHT CORNER OF THE PAGE. Virgil made the grave mistake of looking over his shoulder, and being bombarded by 3 FEATHERS in his peripheral vision! It felt like his face was gonna melt from the heat he was exhibiting! So, Virgil stopped hanging out outside his room whenever Roman was writing and socializing. Sure, it made people suspicious. But people would become even MORE suspicious if they looked at Virgil and found him as red as a cherry!

Suddenly, Virgil was ripped out of his thoughts by a knock on the door.

“Virgil? Are you feeling alright? You’ve been in your room a lot lately.” the person on the other side of the door asked.

Virgil’s eyes widened as he tried to hide his blush. “I-uh...I’m fine.” Virgil attempted.

The person opened the door- OH NO!

“Hey Virgil, sorry. I didn’t wanna have to yell through the door.” Roman told him.

Virgil didn’t mind that Roman wanted to come in. He normally allows him to, on a normal day. But WITH THE QUILL AND NOTEBOOK?! Just LOOKING at the quill made him wanna curl up and DIE!

“Mmmmm- it‘sfine.” Virgil replied. IT’S NOT FINE.

Roman tilted his head in curiosity and bent down to Virgil’s bed height. “Why are you...red? Are you sick? Do you have a fever?” Roman asked. The prince put the quill down for a moment and checked Virgil’s forehead with the back of his hand. “Hmm...You don’t feel feverish…” Roman muttered, picking up the quill again. “Are you tired?” Roman asked him, pointing at him with the feather part of his quill.

UUUUH...How about you DON’T point at me with the quill?!

Poor Virgil! If his face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now! Not knowing what to do, Virgil looked away and turned to the other side of the bed.

Roman frowned at this. “Oooh...you’re grumpy.” Roman reacted with a small smirk. “Is Virgey being a gwumpy pants?” Roman teased in an UwU voice.

Virgil whimpered in response. WHY THAT VOICE?!

Roman giggled and laid himself on the other side of his bed. “Poor Virgil! So grumpy and tired! Whatever will the princey do, to get the emo out of bed?” Roman teased with a fake innocent voice.

Virgil was LOSING HIS MIND. He...he wouldn’t do what he thinks he’s gonna do...right?

Roman smiled and looked at his quill. “I heard from a tweeting bird that Virgil’s sensitive to feathers~” Roman sing-songed as he waved the quill in front of Virgil’s eyes.

Virgil just about squeaked in horror! WHO TOLD HIM?! AND HOW DID THEY KNOW?! Virgil covered his face up further with his blanket and shook his head.

“Awww! Denying it, are we?” Roman teased.

Then, Roman did something absolutely ILLEGAL: he fluttered his feather on Virgil’s neck! Virgil squealed and curled his neck in, but couldn’t stop the feather! The truth was, he couldn’t! Not without revealing his blushy face!

“Tiiiickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, Virgey-Wirgey!” Roman teased softly as he tickled his neck. Virgil started to let out little titters as he struggled to get away from the ticklish feather. He was so gonna die from this! He could just imagine the report papers:

Name: Virgil Sanders.

Cause of death: embarrassment from a feather

Next, Roman started tickling the back of Virgil’s neck. Virgil squeaked again and curled up, but shook his head as Roman fluttered the feather on all the exposed spots of Virgil’s neck. Virgil could feel himself breaking bit by bit. This was MORTIFYING! Who gave Roman the PERMISSION to tease him like this?!

“Ooooh! I know!” Roman declared proudly.

What was that prince planning? He’d better not consider ripping his blanket off a-

“AAAEEEEEHEHEK! ROOOO!” Virgil squealed and whined, letting some giggles out by mistake.

Roman gasped. “What’s this? Does Virgil have…” Roman leaned into his ear: “ticklish ears?” Roman whispered in a breathy fashion.

Virgil’s face started to turn to a more scarlet version of red. That little…

Roman interrupted his thoughts by tickling the back of the outer ear flap.

“EEEEEK! Rohohohoho nuuuUUU!” Virgil squeaked, finally letting go of the blanket and waving his hands around to get rid of the ticklish feather. But this ended up being a HUGE mistake!

Roman quickly pulled the comforter off of Virgil and started tickling his chin and jawline. “Yay! A ticklish free chin has opened itself up to me! I just HAVE to tickle it!” Roman declared as he fluttered the quill under his chin. “A coochy coochy coochy coochy coo! Such a ticklish widdle emo!” Roman teased evilly. “I can tickle absolutely everywhere, and STILL get a reaction!” Roman declared.

Quickly, Roman moved his quill to Virgil’s lower neck. “A kitchykitchykoo!” He teased, fluttering it on the spot for a few seconds.

Next, Roman moved his feather to the back of his neck! “A tiiickle tickle tickle!” Roman teased as he fluttered the quill around on the spot for a moment or two.

Lastly, Roman moved the feather to the back of Virgil’s ear! “And a flutter-flutter-flutter for my special Virgey-pooo!” Roman teased happily, tickling his ear with the feather for a few moments.

Virgil felt like he was slowly losing his sanity! He couldn’t keep his giggles down no matter how much he tried, and Roman seemed to know that! The unpredictability and the baby-talk just ENHANCED the experience, and caused Virgil to shake his head and giggle in every high tone possible!

“Stahahahahap!” Virgil finally begged.

Roman gasped and removed the feather. “Did the emo plushy just talk?” Roman teased.

ExCUSE ME?! EMO PLUSHY?! HOW DARE HE!!

“Yehehehes!” Virgil replied with a whimper.

“That’s great news! That means now, I can do this:” Roman declared as he shoved his hand under Virgil’s comforter to flutter the feather on Virgil’s bare belly.

Virgil guffawed in surprise and finally started wiggling around and giggling gleefully! “Stahahahap thahahahat! Gehehet thahat feheheatheheher awahahay frohom meeee!” Virgil ordered through his whiney, yet bubbly giggles.

“Hmm…” Roman thought to himself, removing the quill for a moment so he could think. “Naaaah.” Roman replied confidently as the feather returned to his ticklish belly.

Virgil squealed, tossed himself around to face the evil tickler, and attempted to push him off the bed. But this attempt would prove itself to be fruitless, and only MORE exposing as Roman fluttered the feather on Virgil’s belly button! Virgil wheezed and finally let out his very first full-fledged laugh of the morning.

“Awww!!! Such a cutie little bat!” Roman teased further.

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASIHIHING MEEHEHE!” Virgil begged.

“But teasing a cute little puppy baby bat fly fly baby dog, is my specialty!” Roman replied.

Oh NO! EVEN QUOTES FROM TALYN?!

Virgil couldn’t take it anymore! He felt like Roman was killing him with his teasing abilities alone! Why must Roman do this to him?! Does he WANT him to go insane?!

“WHYHYHYHYHYHY?!” Virgil shouted at him.

Roman smirked. “Now THAT is the question we should all be answering! Why? Why are we here? Why are humans so ticklish? And why is Virgil such a feather sensitive bat with a ticklish giggle button?” Roman asked.

Oh HELL NAW! Even EXISTENTIAL CRISIS QUESTIONS!

“IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil whimpered and laughed loudly.

Roman giggled at this and stopped fluttering the quill. “Don’t worry, Virgey. I’m not gonna kill ya.” Roman replied with a kiss on the cheek.

Virgil’s face only grew DARKER from there, as he covered his face with his blanket. “Tohohoho lahahahahate!” Virgil complained.

“Oh my! Did the poor Virgey die from embarrassment?” Roman asked. “Sounds like a cute little Sims death to me~” Roman teased before booping him on the nose with the quill. Virgil whimpered, let go of the blanket and kitty flopped his hands around to stop the prince from killing him with teases.

Roman bursted out laughing at this silly reaction. “Awww! You’re like a widdle kitty!” Roman laughed. Virgil giggled and hid his face in Roman’s chest.

Now, Roman’s chest had started going on full on gay panic mode. It was jumping around, flopping absolutely everywhere, and was basically beating out of his chest! Roman couldn’t handle it! He wanted to scream out of excitement and GAY!

Suddenly, the door opened. “You guys oka-” Patton’s eyes widened when he saw the unbelievably ADORABLE scene in front of him:

Roman was holding Virgil close, smiling widely and staring at Virgil, who had his face pressed up against Roman’s chest. Janus looked up and stared at Patton with the cuteness-overloaded eyes. Then, Roman mouthed something: ‘So CUUUTE!’.

Patton covered his mouth as he slowly and quietly closed the door and let them have their peace.

But not before taking a picture on his phone, setting it as his lock screen and airdropping it to Roman.

Roman smiled and looked down at his adorable bean. He looked so cozy...so soft...so calm! So, Roman decided to cozy up a little closer to him and rest alongside him with his quill and notebook placed on Virgil’s nightstand. There, Roman would be able to write down Virgil’s adorable sensitivity to quill’s, and how his teasy tickle attack on Virgil came to happen! Lastly, Roman would write down all he needs to write about how he feels about Virgil!

...All while writing it in front of him with the quill fluttering and flustering Virgil to pieces...

[chillpills320]

Bathtime || Why Don’t We

You don’t always take baths because it’s a waste of water, but on stressful days you run it with bubbles and enjoy your solitary time chilling in the bathtub. Sometimes your boyfriend would come in as well, but you can’t say that you’re upset about your disrupted solitary because you absolutely love his company.

Daniel Seavey 

“Hi baby,” Daniel said as he entered the bathroom and gave u a peck on the cheek. “How’s your day? Not very well?”

You nodded sadly, sinking lower into the tub of water. “Ugh i just need to relax so bad.”

Daniel smiled. “I know just the cure for you,” he said and left the bathroom.

You closed your eyes, but when you opened them you saw that Daniel brought your favorite chocolates.

You eyes lit up at your favorite brand of chocolate as Daniel unwrapped one and popped it in your mouth.

“Mmmmm,” you moaned in satisfaction as the chocolate melted on your tongue.

Daniel sat down on the tiles next to the bathtub and ate the chocolate as well.

“Feeling better?” Daniel asked.

You smiled. “God, how do you always know how to cheer me up...”

Daniel chuckled, then told you about his day. And as you listened to his voice, your worries slowly melted away from your mind.

Jack Avery 

“Aw baby, hard day?” Jack asked when he saw you in a bubble bath, your eyes closed as you relax. You fluttered your eyes open and gave your boyfriend a tired smile and nodded.

“In that caseee, how does some music and wine sound to you?” Jack proposed.

“Aw that would be perfect, babe,” you smiled.

Jack kissed your forehead and left the bathroom but came back with a guitar and two glasses of wine. He handed you one and sat on the toilet seat opposite from the bathtub.

He smiled at you as he ruffled his curls so they don’t block his vision. His fingers plucked the guitar strings as he sang in his heavenly voice,

I'm in too deep

Can't touch the bottom with my feet

Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living

I'm in too deep

Can't touch the bottom with my feet

Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living

Being so entralled in his voice, you didn’t even realize you were crying until you feel your cheeks get wet with your tears, but you were smiling just as hard.

“Jack...” you murmured when he finshed the note. “You’re gonna be the death of me. That was beautiful...”

Jack smiled, his eyes glittering like a million stars. That’s how you know how much he appreciates your praise. You took a sip of the wine.

“But not nearly as beautiful as you..” your boyfriend replied, winking, causing you to choke on the wine.

You coughed with your cheeks flushed, then laughed and sloshed some water at Jack.

Jonah Marais

“There you are,” Jonah said after he spotted you in the bathtub. “I’ve been looking for you, babe.”

You smiled, your worries instantly melting away when you saw your boyfriend.

“You know, I really need my babygirl to melt my stress away too,” Jonah sighed.

“Join me,” you invited.

“Really? Isn’t it your solitary time though?” Jonah asked skeptically. If you wanted alone time he was going to respect your wishes.

“Well, solitary time is still better with you,” you winked.

Jonah wasted no time after getting your approval. He slowly sank himself into the bubble bath and pulled your frame into his broad chest, kissing the crown of your head.

His big hands roamed your body and settled on massaging your shoulders. You sighed and melted into his hands.

“Better?” Jonah murmured.

“Much,” you replied, closing your eyes and smiling.

As he massaged a particularly tight spot on your back, you hissed and moaned, the feeling of your muscles loosening up being heavenly.

You can feel Jonah tense up behind you so you turned around and saw how red his cheeks are flushed.

“If you’re gonna keep on moaning, I’m going to have a boner that you need to take care of...” he mumbled in your ear.

You laughed as you blushed furiously and playfully shoved him back.

Zach Herron

“Hey babe,” Zach said as he entered the bathroom.

“Hey...” you mumbled, too tired even smile at your boyfriend.

“Aw babe, can I do anything for you?” Zach crouched down and smoothed out your hair.

“Mmmm dunno,” you said. “But stay here please.”

Zach chuckled and sat on the floor.

“Hey, wanna hear a joke about paper?” he asked.

“What?”

“Never mind, it’s tearable,” he said, laughing, causing you to smile back a bit.

“Wait, wait, I have another one,” he said as he composed himself. “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?”

“Ummm, eight?” you guessed.

“No, it’s ten-tickles!” Zach said. You laughed at his lame puns.

“There’s the beautiful smile,” Zach continued, making you blush, your terrible day instantly becoming better because of Zach.

“You’re so lameee, Herron,” you half complained, hitting his chest.

Zach smirked. “I know, but you love me for it.”

Corbyn Besson

“Corbynnnn,” you called from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” he answered, his head popping in.

“Join me,” you smiled, pointing at the bubble bath you’re currently running.

“My pleasure baby,” he smirked, then basically jumped into the bath, causing a lot of water to slosh out. You shrieked as the water hit your skin.

You smiled and shook your head at how childish Corbyn is being, but you can’t deny that it tugs your heartstring more.

Gingerly, you stepped into the hot bath and sank your body in it.

“Ahhh,” you sighed, a lazy smile on your face. “So this is what luxury feels like.”

Corbyn smirked. “That tired huh?”

Corbyn waddled to your side and put his arm across your shoulder, having you lean into his chest. Then your boyfriend proceeded to scoop a handful of bubbles and dumped it on your head.

“Mmmm, what are you doing...” you mumbled.

“I’m making a crown for the best girlfriend in the world,” Corbyn replied.

You chuckled, your heart warm. “But it looks nothing like a crown,” you teased.

Corbyn faked a gasp. “Use some imagination!”

“All right, all right,” you said. “But a queen gotta put down her crown for a while,” you said as you transferred the bubbles on your head to Corbyn’s. “And give it to a King like you...”

“Wow, didn’t know you’re that smooth,” Corbyn replied smiling, his cheeks tinted pink.

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Hey hope you liked this imagine :)

[justcallmefox89]

Decisions, Decisions

Jax’s time in the Devildom grows short and indecision over their relationship with Beel forces them to turn to Arianthi for help.  A new trick from Diavolo spells trouble for Jax. 

Written from the perspective of my non-binary OC Jax.  Also includes other original characters from my Obey Me - Truth or Dare series.  Takes place in the Truth or Dare AU where Arianthi chooses to be with Mammon,

NSFW: mild makeout and groping

I stretch languidly and burrow deeper under my blankets, cuddling back into the warm body beside me.

“Mmmmm,” Beel mumbles sleepily and snakes an arm around my waist to pull me even closer, curling his large body around mine.

I sigh in contentment as his large, rough hand strokes the bare skin of my hip, pausing at the waistband of my boxers.  I loll my head back against his muscled chest as he presses soft kisses against my neck and tugs softly at my boxers, silently asking for permission.

“Yes,” I answer in a hoarse whisper.  Beel gives a deep rumbled of satisfaction as his hand dips below my waistband and he softly strokes me, my cock growing even harder in his hand.  I slink one hand behind me and bury it in his feather soft hair, tugging gently.  His thumb rubs delicately over the barbell of my frenum piercing and I shudder in pleasure.

“Jax.....” Beel lets out a breathy moan and I feel his hard cock press insistently against my ass.  He rolls his hips against mine urgently in an unasked question as he gently starts to tug down my boxers.

I suck in a deep breath and immediately go rigid in his arms.  “Belphie....” I manage to croak out.

“He slept in the planetarium last night,” Beel whispers, nipping at my neck before soothing it with a slow swipe of his tongue.

“Beel........ I....” 

He slowly removes his hand from my boxers and drops a quick kiss on the top of my head before rolling onto his back with a soft huff.  I mimic him, swiping roughly at the angry tears the fill my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, unable to look at him.

Beel turns his head and frowns at me.  “No.”

“No?”  I squeak out in surprise.

He reaches for my hands, interlacing his fingers with mine.  “You never have to apologize for telling me no.”

Beel raises my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

“Nothing happens without you wanting it.  That’s never going to change.  Ever.  So don’t apologize for taking care of yourself.

“Thanks Beel,” I murmur, squeezing his hand.  

“You don’t have to thank me either, Cupcake,” he answers quietly.  “You deserve to be treated like precious treasure.  Because you are.”

He slowly sits up and gives a large stretch.  “We need to start getting ready.”

“But first,” Beel shoots me a cheeky grin, “I am going to take a very long shower.”

I laugh and throw a pillow at him as he makes his way to the bathroom.

A few hours later I walk across the R.A.D. campus, holding a bag of B.L.T. devil sandwiches, and looking for Beel.  Suddenly a small body barrels into mine and a pair of arms wrap tightly around my waist.  

“Ohmygod Jax hi!  I’m so happy to finally meet you!”  

“I am very uncomfortable right now.”  I stare down in shock at the blonde girl clinging to me.

She lets out a high pitched giggle and shakes her head, blonde curls bouncing against her flushed cheeks.  “He said you were funny!  We’re going to be so close while we’re here, I can already tell.”

“Please stop touching me.”  I try to gently extract myself from her grip on my jacket and frantically scan the quad for Beel.

“Oh I forgot, I’m Chloe!  I’m the new human exchange student.  I just got here and found you right away!  Diavolo said you would show me around.”  She gives me an uncomfortably wide grin.

“I’m not a tour guide.”  I put a hand on her shoulder and give her a small push.

She keeps a hand on the hem of my jacket and pouts.  “But Lord Diavolo said you would.”

A hand suddenly snatches the back of Chloe’s shirt and roughly yanks her away from me.  I stumble a little as she finally lets go of my jacket.

Chloe recovers her balance and whips around to glare at my savior. 

Arianthi stares back at her impassively, arms crossed over her chest.  She’s wearing Mammon’s leather jacket, jeans, and a pair of his sunglasses.  It’s been a month since she left for the human realm with Mammon, and she seems more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her, despite her clear annoyance at the current situation.

“Tell Diavolo if you want,” Arianthi replies with a lazy shrug.  “You’re not supposed to be here anyway, and when I get done talking to him you’re gonna be in the first portal back to the human realm.” 

Chloe’s mouth drops open.  “Just because I hugged him?”

Arianthi’s eyes narrow.  “Jax told you to stop touching them.  When they tell you something you need to listen to them.  You’re going back because you’re not supposed to be here; I signed you rejection letters myself, Chloe.”

“Oh, now I know who you are!  Diavolo told me about you.”  Chloe gives Arianthi a snide grin.  

I slowly start to edge away from the two women.

“Fantastic, then you already know that I make the decisions when it comes to exchange students.  We’re going to speak to Diavolo and clear up this extremely unfortunate misunderstanding.”

“But--” Chloe starts to protest.

“Diavolo’s.  Office.  Now.”  Arianthi spits out the command through gritted teeth.

Chloe opens her mouth in shock, then snaps it closed before turning on her heel and starting to walk away.

“So, um, I’ll just be heading out now.”  I shuffle side to side awkwardly while Arianthi glares at Chloe’s retreating form.

She turns to me with a gentle smile.  “Sorry, this wasn’t how I wanted us to spend my first day back home.”

“It’s fine.  I’m just really glad your back.”  I return her smile, then hold up my bag of food.  “I need to go find Beel though so....”

Arianthi shakes her head.  “Go on.  I’ll see you tonight at dinner.  Hopefully.  Diavolo and I are going to have a very long conversation about how he handled the human exchange students while I was gone.”

With that ominous statement Arianthi stalks off in the direction of the administration building.

I find Beel a few minutes later, on his way to Fangol practice.

“Hey Big Guy,” I say, hugging him from behind.  “Brought you something to eat before practice.”  I press the takeout bag into his hands.

Beel gives me a dazzling smile.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

I shrug shyly.  “I wanted to.”

Beel pulls me close to his chest and brushes a soft kiss to my lips.  “Thank you Jax.”

He holds me for a moment longer, until his teammates start calling for him.  I push against his chest.  “You better get going Beel.  You’ll want enough time to eat before you start practice.”

“See you at home.”  Beel grins at me one more time before jogging off towards the colosseum.  

I give him a half hearted wave and trudge towards my spell work class.

Three classes and two and a half hours later I wander into the R.A.D. cafeteria, where I spot Arianthi sitting alone at a table, shuffling through a mountain of paperwork.  I debate going over to talk to her as I buy a sandwich and a drink.

Ugh.  God, just quit being a little bitch and ask her.  She’ll understand it better than anyone else here.

I wander over to her table and clear my throat to get her attention.  “Mind if I keep you company?”

She looks up at me slowly, then kicks out the chair across from her before turning back to the papers in front of her.

“So, what was up with the girl from earlier?” I ask, as I pick apart my sandwich and remove the tomatoes.  

Arianthi heaves an irritated sigh.  “She’s been denied admittance to the exchange program three times.  She’s not a good fit for the program, but since I was gone Diavolo personally approved her fourth application.”

Satisfied that my sandwich is now tomato free, I press the two halves back together and take my first bite.  “How come you denied her all those other times?” I mumble.

Another irritated sigh.  “She a pact chaser.”

“Mmmph?”  I quirk an eyebrow at Arianthi as chew.

“She doesn’t care about the program, or experiencing life down here.  She just wants to make pacts, to bring demons under her control.  She got some romanticized idea of what it would be like, with no idea how sacred a pact really is.  She just wants a supernatural boyfriend.  Demons don’t need to be under the potential control of someone that uneducated and irresponsible.”  

I take a sip of my drink.  “Don’t you have pacts with Mammon and all his brothers?”

“Yeah, but those are pacts I earned or that were offered to me.  And I can count on one hand the times I’ve actually used them.”

“Did you get Diavolo to send her back?”

Arianthi scowls.  “Apparently our lord and ruler has no issues with her reasons for wanting to be here.  So we’re stuck with her for now.”

I remember the way Chloe latched onto me.  “Great,” I sigh.

“Stay close to me and the boys and you’ll be fine.”  Arianthi scrubs her hands over her face.  “I don’t know why I’m surprised Diavolo won’t listen to me.  I knew things wouldn’t be good once he found out about me and Mammon getting married.”

“So, how’s that going?”  I ask, in an attempt to transition the subject towards the thing I really wanted to talk about.

“Being married?”  She smiles to herself.  “Mammon is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“So you don’t regret it?  Staying here I mean?”  My words come out in a rush.

“No.”  She gives me a quizzical look,  “Why would I?”

I shrug and take another sip of my drink.  “It’s just.....I mean...you gave up a lot to stay here with him right?”

Arianthi leans back in her chair and crosses her arms.  “Why do I get the feeling this is about more than my happy relationship?”

“Just some stuff with Beel has me thinking,” I answer quietly, picking at my cuticles and avoiding her eyes.

“What stuff with Beel?”  Mammon asks as he sits down next to Arianthi and slings one arm around her shoulders.

“Nothing!”  The response comes out louder and quicker than I intended it to.

“Well, that’s just a big, fat lie.”  Mammon frowns at me.

Arianthi elbows him in the side.  “Knock it off.”

I glance between the two for a moment, thinking.  “I don’t know what to do about Beel,” I finally say.

“What do you mean?”  Mammon narrows his eyes at me suspiciously.

“I like him,” I whisper.  “Like, really like him.”

“Ah,” Arianthi says in understanding, while Mammon just looks confused.

“I’m leaving in a few months, and I hate even thinking about it.  But then I think about not going home again, and I hate the thought of that too.”

“You could always visit home, like Ari does,” Mammon offers up a suggestion.

I anxiously fiddle with my lip ring.  “My dad will be so sad if I stayed down here, and I’d have to lie to him about where am at and I’d feel like such an asshole for doing it, but I think Beel could be worth it.  Beel hasn’t said for sure how he feels about me staying or not.  I mean, he’s hinted at it......but he hasn’t said for sure.  I know he likes me, and I know he wants to be closer, you know physically, but....  Ugh!” 

I drop my head on the table with a loud thunk.

“Wait, you mean you haven’t....?” Mammon asks, in shock.  “But he said you guys have been staying in each other’s rooms every night!”

“Mammon!”  Arianthi hisses at him in disapproval as I shake my head.

“How come?”  Mammon asks, genuinely curious.

“Oh my god Mammon, you can’t ask people questions like that!  It’s personal!  Plus it’s not like we were quick to get to that stage either,” Arianthi scolds him.

“Have you ever even, you know, done ‘the thing’?”  Mammon asks another question.

Arianthi stares at him, her drink frozen halfway to her lips.  “Did you really just refer to sex ‘the thing’?”

The tips of Mammon’s ears turn bright red.

“Promise me that when we have children you will never, ever attempt to give them the sex talk.”  

Mammon frowns at her.

“If you must know Mammon, yes I have done ‘the thing’.  Just not with Beel.”  I scowl at him.  “It means a lot, when I chose to be with someone like that.  I feel that way about him, but I’m afraid I won’t want to go back home if I go all in with Beel.”

Arianthi sighs.  “This really sounds like something you just need to talk to Beel about.  You two need to get on the same page about what you want from each other.  Either make a clean break or go all in.  This in-between place you’re in will just end up hurting you both.”

“Yeah.”  I forlornly pick at the remains of my sandwich.  

“Hey.”  Arianthi reaches over and taps my knuckles with her index finger.  “For what it’s worth, I’ve never regretted a second of my time here.  Staying with Mammon is the best decision I’ve ever made.”

I nod at her as she and Mammon stand up and gather their things.  I wave at them as the walk away from the table, then go back to picking apart my lunch.  A large hand comes down on my shoulder and I give a sudden squeak of surprise.

I turn to see Mammon standing behind me.  “Jesus, Mammon!”

“Look, Beel cares about you.  A lot,” he says softly, keeping his hand on my shoulder.

I smile, glad to know I’m not alone in my feelings.

Mammon’s hand tightens on my shoulder, and I can feel his fingernails prick my skin through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

“Beel is the best one out of all of us.  He always has been.”  Mammon’s voice drops low and threatening.  “Do not hurt my little brother.  Get your shit together or get out.”

Mammon steps away from me and gives me a bright smile.  “See you at home!”

“See you,”  I shakily say to his back, watching him walk away as I rub my sore shoulder.

I take out my D.D.D. and text Beel to meet me in my room as soon as he gets home.

A few hours later I’m sitting on my bed, absentmindedly twirling a pencil between my fingers, a blank sketchpad on my lap, when Beel comes bounding in.

“Hey, Cupcake,” he says, smiling and flopping down on the mattress next to me.

“Hey, Big Guy.”   I gently run my fingers through his silky orange hair.

He reaches out and softly tugs away my sketchpad and pencil, tossing them onto the floor.  “Why don’t you put those away for a bit?” He growls, nuzzling into my neck.

I huff out a low laugh as his lips and tongue trace a ticklish path over the tender skin of my neck.   I slowly pull back from him, and take both his hands in mine, silently marveling at how much larger they are than my own.

My eyes roam over Beel’s face, taking in every detail, from the soft slope of his nose, to the curve of his full lips, and the strong outline of his jaw.  My gaze eventually settles as I look into the violet eyes that have captivated me since my very first day in the Devildom.

I take a deep breath.  “Beelzebub, we need to talk.”

[maddiethebull]

Victor (MLQC) - Prompt #18 - “Here, like this.”

It was my birthday when I started writing this, so I thought it’d be fun to have it be the MC’s bday too! I included my great-grandfather Batuyong’s recipe for what Victor is cooking throughout the fic because I really like cooking and it’s what me and my mom made for my birthday dinner since we couldn’t go out this year, it was so fun making it that I thought I’d share it with anyone who’d like to try it :)

Thank you for making a request  <3 Hope you enjoy it! Victor prompt #1 will be coming also.

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Light from the rising sun shone through the slats in your window shades, waking you up once that golden light reached your peacefully closed eyes. You rubbed your eyes and stretched, releasing one of those weird noises that people make when they stretch in the morning. You sat up in your bed, excited to start the day because it was your birthday! You had plans with a certain stubborn CEO and as soon as you thought of him a smile crept up to your lips. Victor decided to treat you to a home cooked meal that night, and after a lot of begging, he even agreed to let you help him this time. You were so excited to see that hot CEO/chef at work and be able to help him prepare dinner for the two of you to share. You had a wide grin slapped on your face, it was practically cemented into your facial features for the entire morning. You assumed it would take place at Souvenir just like your last birthday, but that morning you got a text from Victor that read,

“You’ll be coming to my house around 3, don’t forget an apron.”

Hmm?? You texted back, 

“Your house?”

Within the minute Victor replied, 

“I don’t need you damaging the kitchen at Souvenir. Happy Bday, dummy.”

You rolled your eyes, of course he’d say something like that. 

After sending a thank you message you got ready for the day. It went by quick, you had breakfast and worked for an hour or two at your desk. You then had lunch with Anna, Minor, and Kiki, receiving some odd presents like the choker that matched Minor’s… a “best friend’s necklace” he told you. You had laughs and talked about your plans for later in the evening, Anna definitely hinting that you should make a move. Overall, a wonderful start and middle to the day which added to your excitement to see how the end of the day would go. 

When you got home, you rummaged through your closet, 

“Should I wear something fancy? But it's his house not a restaurant… Casual?” You said to yourself as you held some leggings up, “Hmm. That’s too casual. What do you even wear in a situation like this?” After pondering the etiquette of dinner parties and the casualty of one on one dinners at home, you decided on a good middle ground. You checked your phone and it was already 2:45. 

“Oh shit!” You hurriedly shoved the things you needed into a bag and perhaps took longer than you should’ve deciding what shoes to wear. You rushed out the door then right back in. You’d forgotten an apron! You grabbed the first apron you saw hanging and ran out the door yet again and flagged down a cab with more intensity than needed. Luckily, you made it just in time, only five minutes late. But to Victor, five minutes late meant a headache for you. Images of an angry little chibi Victor flashed in your mind as you walked up the pathway to his house, bringing a smile to your face. ‘That’s exactly what he’s gonna look like when he answers,’ you thought. You rang the doorbell to his intimidatingly fancy house and waited. And waited a little more? After two minutes passed you got sort of worried, Victor is Mr. Punctual afterall, even texting he answers back within the minute. After another minute passed by, you decided to ring the doorbell again but as soon as your finger pressed the button, the door swung open to reveal Victor, the black long sleeve button up he always wore had two buttons undone at the top and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was a bit messy and the plain apron he wore had some stains on it as well as a bit of torn wrapping paper stuck to the string. 

“Sorry I’m a little late, I-”

“You get a pass today. But don’t think that’ll ever happen again.”

“Sassy as ever, Mr. Victor,” you said grinning at him. 

“A dummy as always,” he retorted at you, mirroring your grin “happy birthday,” he added on at the end. He showed you in and as you were putting your things on the couch he went to his room to retrieve a little something he wanted you to have. In his room, he finished wrapping a present that sat in a small box, hoping that you’d like it. He remembered that last year’s present didn’t go down as well as he thought it would, I mean, who wouldn’t like a fancy necklace? ‘You, I guess,’ he thought. In his defense, Victor grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and living in the business world for so long, he ended up equating the meaningfulness of presents to their dollar value. He never thought once that you’d have a problem with it, but now he knew better, you showed him better and he was thankful for it, though he was sure he’d die before saying such a cheesy line out loud. He quickly placed a bow on top and smiled at the gift he held before bringing it out to you. 

He presented you with the box and it was wrapped horrendously! You could see one corner of a box poking out, the paper was crumpled to hell and the bow was a stick on bow that was stuck slightly to the left. ‘Well, he can’t be good at everything, now can he?’

“Here, I got this for you.”

“Aw, thank you, Victor. I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, though,” you said as you took the present from his outstretched hands. 

“I wanted to. So now it's yours and you can’t give it back like you tried to last year.”

“Well yeah that's because you got me a necklace that cost like a million dollars!”

“It was NOT a million dollars… it was only a thousand.”

“Victor!”

“Just open your gift,” he said as a laugh rolled off his tongue, you were far too cute when you acted like this. He watched eagerly, only a hint of it showing on his face, as usual, but eagerly nonetheless. You tore the paper from the box and as soon as you read the brand on the small box, you gasped. 

“I figured you’d like something tacky such as that,” the harshness of the comment diminished by the happy tone in his voice and the smug grin brightening his dark features. 

It was a small cup with a picture of the both of you printed on it. It had dog ears drawn on you and cat ears and whiskers on Victor. Was it kind of lame? Yes, but you couldn’t care less. And did he ban you from taking it out of your house after you took it to his office the next day as he got blushed in the face? Most definitely. 

With the goofiest grin, you thanked him again. 

“It’s nothing,” he said back, but you both knew that it wasn’t. Though, you couldn’t care less if Victor said it out loud because the tender tone in his voice told you it all. 

“You know, you’re rather handsome in this picture,” you told him while pointing to the cup, you added, “you should try cat ears more often,” as you let out a laugh. 

With a chuckle, “I’ll get Goldman on that,” he replied as turned away and felt a blush rise to his cheeks and ears, 

“We should get to the cooking now, I already began prior to your arrival.”

As the two of you walked to the kitchen you asked what was on the menu for tonight, 

“Filet mignon,” he told you as you instantly smelled the most delicious aroma, your tongue tingled just thinking about how good it would taste. 

You let out an involuntary “Mmmmm,” as you looked at the food around you with excitement in your eyes and a smug grin on the CEO’s lips. 

“Let’s get started, shall we? Where’s your apron?” he asked. 

“Oh, I forgot to grab it from the living room, I’ll go do that and you can start cooking again.”

“Hurry up, you’re the one who wanted to cook so badly.”

You went to grab your apron and when you picked it up, you realized you’d grabbed one that had ‘kiss the cook’ written on it in bold red letters. You mentally prepared yourself for some kind of sarcastic comment from Victor as you put it on and went towards the kitchen.

You donned your “kiss the cook” apron and as soon as Victor saw it he began laughing, his baritone voice echoing through the kitchen. 

“How very forward of you,” he said, not being able to stifle his laugh, and a sly look in his dark black eyes. 

“It’s the only one I had!” 

With a chuckle he looked away and to the food, 

“Okay, if you say so.”

You playfully hit him on the shoulder and he began to talk about what to do. 

You watched as he prepared the food and helped him do various things along the way, mostly, though, you washed and chopped vegetables and fixed your gaze on the man beside you. Oh lord, was he attractive when he was focused. He was all tall and dark haired with those steely eyes and- 

“Focus, don’t hurt yourself.”

Immediately pulled out of your daydreams by Mr. Punctual himself. You sighed and kept up chopping and helping him season and thensome. 

When Victor put the filet in the oven to bake for a while, he decided to open some wine. The both of you sipped and sipped till your glasses were empty and the scent of the cooking steak filled your senses. After about half an hour he took the tenderloin out and moved it to a chopping board, slicing into those familiar filet mignon steaks. You couldn’t help but get closer, it looked so delicious that your mouth was clearly watering. You poked your head by his bicep and he paused. 

“Do you want to try?” 

His deep voice took you back to reality. 

“Of course I do!” you said as you eagerly took the knife from him and lined yourself up with the cutting board. You sliced one, well, half of one before he had already stopped you, 

“Here, like this,” he said as he approached you from behind, the cedarwood scent of his cologne enveloping you along with the warmth from his body. He stood much taller than you as he put your hands into his, showing you how to hold the knife in a way you wouldn’t knick yourself by letting it slip. His hands were warm and soft as his slender fingers removed your pointer finger from the top of the knife’s handle and moved it to the side, leaving his hand on top of yours in that position. You could barely focus on the instructions he was giving you, not with the butterflies in your stomach making flight to crowd your mind. You couldn’t tell if it was the heat from the oven that had filled the room or heat from a blush that warmed your cheeks in that moment. He began cutting the meat, pressing his hand firmly into yours as he leaned his head beside your own so he could properly see what he was doing. You couldn’t help but take a peek at this incredibly handsome man whose face was now only inches from your own with his body pressed behind you. His black hair stuck to the light sweat forming on his temples and a small grin took place on his lips, he looked to you and in a light tone he asked, 

“Do you plan on looking at me the whole time?”

Flustered, you immediately took your eyes off him and continued slicing. With his opal eyes fixed on you there was only one thought on his mind, he was, in fact, rather very close to his rather, very attractive dummy. With his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat speed up just before he backed away, saying, 

“Looks like you’ve got it now. I’ll get the pan ready next.”

He walked toward the cabinets and took out a frying pan. After he panfried it and took the sides from their pots, he plated it to look all perfect and beautiful like you were in a Michelin star restaurant, finally, it was ready to eat!

He poured some wine all handsomely and gentlemanly and finally sat down and you two began eating, you were excited and took a bite.

“How is it?” he asked as his dark eyes focused on you. 

You know how some people say that the right food tastes like home? That’s exactly what you tasted, it was only a bite of steak but it flooded your mind with memories of Victor, the times he’d cooked for you at Souvenir, the times that you saw him take lingering glances your way, the times that he made your heart flutter like a teenage girl’s; they all flashed in your mind, the times that had established such a feeling of home but not in a house, instead those feelings manifesting in the man who sat in front of you. Maybe it was the candlelight reflecting like a setting sun onto the table or perhaps you’d drunk more wine before dinner than you should’ve, but something filled your emotions to a tipping point and tears formed in the corners of your eyes. 

His face contorted to pure shock, 

“IS IT THAT BAD????”

Laughter fell off your lips to resonate off the walls in the dining room, 

“No, it's positively the best food I’ve ever had.”

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Hope you liked it! There’s more to come!

Recipe: Filet Mignon! (you can also just use the marinade for a cheaper cut of meat and make a different steak)

Ingredients Needed 

What Kind of Meat: A tenderloin is the cut for filet mignon, its expensive no matter what but buying it at a general ask the butcher if they can put the butcher’s twine on the meat for you (Butcher’s twine is so that the long cut of meat can cook evenly if cooked in the oven.) and if they can trim the fat for you if you don’t know how or you just don’t want to lol.

Marinade:

1 & ½ cups of olive oil

1 cup of soy sauce (I recommend the kikkoman brand.)

1 cup of Worcester sauce

1 head of thinly sliced garlic garlic

1 tablespoon of ground black pepper

1 tablespoon of oregano

1 tablespoon of basil (Full leaves are okay but it’s much easier to measure when it's crushed.)

1 tablespoon of lemon juice 

Let’s Cook! (if you’re inexperienced or younger, then please have an adult who is fit to help’s supervision, we don’t want anyone getting hurt afterall!)

*NOTE: Leave the butcher’s twine on until the tenderloin is fully cooked to your taste and out of the oven and has cooled down (please don’t burn yourselves!!)*

Mix the liquid Marinade ingredients into a bowl or pan large enough to fit the cut of tenderloin. 

Season the tenderloin with the non liquid ingredients (i.e. the basil and stuff, you can adjust the seasonings to your taste as well as the size of the cut of meat.)

Place the meat into the marinade and put in the fridge to let it marinate for at least 3-4 hours.

After marinating, preheat the oven to 400 degrees fahrenheit. 

Place the meat into a metal baking pan large enough to fit it without the edges of the meat touching the sides of the pan. Remember, that butcher’s twine should still be on the meat.

Place it in the oven (while wearing oven mitts) and cook until it fits your tastes. (The oven’s rack should be on the middle or one lower than the middle rung.)

For a small cut that’s about 2-3 pounds: 35 to 40 minutes in the oven should get it to medium rare, and 45 to 50 minutes to get it to medium.

For a larger cut that’s about 4-5 pounds: 50 to 60 minutes in the oven should get it to medium rare, and 60 to 70 minutes to get it to medium.

When your tenderloin is done cooking, turn the oven off and carefully take it out of the oven (Again, with oven mitts please don't get burned.) and place the pan on a heat safe surface (I always just put it on top of the oven.) and CAREFULLY put foil to cover the pan while the tenderloin cools down. Use your oven mitt to do this to ensure you don’t get burned. This step is to ensure a juicy steak, it traps the steam in the pan and thus doesn't let the meat dry out. 

Finally, when the meat has sufficiently cooled down, you can remove it from the pan and place onto a chopping board. 

Cut (with an adult who is fit to help, if you’re younger) the tenderloin with a large kitchen knife, into however many pieces you want, though cutting it into too thick pieces would make more of a building shape on your plate lol, we want to avoid that. 

At the end it should be circular cuts of steak. 

The Last Step:

To finish cooking the tops and bottoms of those circular cuts, get a cooking pan and turn on one of the stovetop burners to low.

Pour canola oil in the pan immediately (about enough to cover the bottom of the pan) and turn the heat to medium. When small bubbles form in the oil, then you’re ready to put the meat in. 

*NOTE: if the stove is too hot, the oil will start to burn, make sure that the oil is not excessively steaming because if it is, you’re burning it.*

Place each slice of the meat into your pan with tongs and sear it for around a minute or until it has browned to about the same color as the sides, then CAREFULLY flip the piece with your tongs and repeat on the other side until done. When each piece you cook is done, make sure to take it out of the pan and place it on a heat safe plate. 

If you have many pieces, you might have to add more oil in the pan. When you add more oil, make sure that A) there isn’t any meat in the pan and B) that you’ve turned the heat down in order to assure you don’t get splattered with hot oil. Pour the oil in when the pan is cooled down a little and then turn the heat back up and wait for the bubbles in the oil. Once the oil looks ready again, you can continue cooking. 

After you’re finished searing the pieces of meat, turn the stove top off and plate the steak with tongs and add whatever side dishes you like.

And voila! You have your fanfic filet mignon! You can thank my Great-Grandpa Batuyong and Grandma Batuyong as well as my Momma for the recipe. :)