#so i decided to make an ungodly two headed monster

[peculiurperennial]

A couple more slugcat hybrids that I cooked up and finally decided to upload!

[biteofcherry]

Morning menace

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader

warnings: none; unless we count early morning (basically night) rudeness

Author's Note: This is a short, silly thing inspired by my own "eagerness" to get up in the morning 😂 Shout out to the always amazing @buckets-and-trees, who often has to hear my grumpiness in the wee hours 😆

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There’s an annoying beeping sound that spears through the sweet, comfy clouds of slumber and you clench your eyelids shut harder, hoping that some bird of prey would swoop in and swallow that shrilling monster. 

Your pillow moves, adding to the growing annoyance as your subconsciousness tries the hardest to hold onto sleep. 

Finally, that irritating sound ceases, but your pillow continues to slip away. 

So you tighten your grip on it and move your leg further around the wide, hard breadth of it; clutching it both with your arm and your thighs. 

“Come on, babe,” a raspy, deeply masculine voice enters your sleep. 

The sound of it is very pleasant, making you hum in delight and snuggle into the warm pillow. Unfortunately, his words are far from what you want to hear.

“It’s time to get up.” 

“No.” Your reply comes instantly, your nose scrunching up in detestation. 

A low chuckle follows your refusal. Then an arm, which was cradling your back, moves along your spine. A big, strong hand gently grips the back of your neck; his thumb rubbing up and down. 

“I’m afraid it really is. We need to leave in an hour.” 

“No leaving. Staying. An’ sleepin’.” You grumble and though your eyes are still closed and your mind is keeping you halfway submerged in sleep, you recognize that the pillow you’re partially draped over is in fact your Alpha. 

To emphasize your stance on getting up, you roll your body fully on top of him. With a huff, you press your head under his chin and twine your limbs around his massive body. 

“I know you hate early mornings, Sweet Brat.” Steve laughs, palming your naked ass with his free hand. “But we’re about to go for vacation, if you remember. Two weeks away. And then you can sleep even till noon. But to get there, we agreed to leave early.” 

“I would never agree to such idiotic idea.” You protest, growing more annoyed as your sleep starts to truly fade away the longer you continue conversation with the very rude Alpha. 

Steve only snorts. Then attempts to move. To which you respond by clinging harder and giving a small, displeased whine. 

The way he instinctively gives a short purr to soothe you has your lips curving in a smile and your cheek pressing against his sternum. 

“Ten more minutes,” Steve sighs. “I’ll start a breakfast for us. But not a second longer, grumpy brat.”

You whine again, more petulantly this time, as Steve manages to gently roll away from under you. Your body sinks into the warm spot on the mattress that’s soaked with your mate’s scent. 

You instantly bury your nose into it, your body dropping back into a fully relaxed state, so eager to trott back into the dreamland. 

“What kind of vacation requires getting up at this ungodly hour? I don’t want a vacation like that.” You try to reach for the covers, but they seem to be too far away. You’d have to open your eyes to find them, but you really don’t want to. 

“I’d rather stay here. In bed. And rot.” You mumble into the sheets. “You go on stupid early vacation yourself.” 

“You’re worse than Bucky.” Steve gives an exasperated sigh. “And he’s really insufferable before 9AM.” 

Giving a little kick with your leg, you turn your face to the other side and reach for a pillow to cover your head with. In case your bossy Alpha decided to lift the blinds and scorch you with morning sun. 

Though you were pretty sure there was no sun yet on the horizon. There couldn’t be. It was too fucking early! It was basically still night.

“Then maybe go on this mid-night vacation yourself and send Bucky here to me. We’ll be grumpy together and sleep like normal people do.”  

You shriek aloud, your eyes opening instantly, when a brutal sting burns your asscheek. Then another one lands, on the other side of your butt. 

Before you get a chance to react to the spanking, Steve grips your ankles and pulls you across the mattress in one, swift move. Your legs dangle over the edge of the bed, feet kicking above the floor. Then strong hands are gripping your hips and you’re lifted into the air. 

Steve turns you in his arms, with the skill of a man who’s done that plenty of times, so you’re facing him. It’s body memory, or whatever cognitive reaction, to wrap your legs around his hips as he carries you. 

The light in the bathroom turns on, causing your eyes to squint in protest. With another huff, you hide your face in the crook of Steve’s neck. He really smells good in the morning. Damn  him! 

He eases you down, until your feet touch the tiled floor. He cups your chin and tilts your head up.

“You have fifteen minutes to get ready, Sweet Brat. And if you even try to sneak back into bed, I’ll make sure that sitting through the few hours drive is going to be a real pain in your cute ass.” 

You scowl at him, but either your sleepy, straight-out-of-bed look doesn’t help with the murderous effect, or your Alpha simply isn’t bothered by your non-verbal threats. 

Quite the opposite, he flashes you a bright smile. Then, still holding your chin in his hand, he seals a short, but rather intense kiss on your lips. 

You watch him leave, still glaring. And maybe - but only a tiny bit - ogling. 

“Next year I’m gonna opt for staycation,” you mutter under your breath.

[rottenlightbulb]

In the rain with you

Xiao x M!Reader

Angst-ish? If you squint, hurt-comfort, idiots in love

Written with you/your so it can be read as nb (as far as i remember i made sure no gendered terms were used, if im wrong please let me know

Warnings: none?

Summary: Reader is an adventurer with no vision, during a certain bounty hunt he meets Xiao and buffoonery ensues.

This one has been in my drafts for a long long time, my writing has changed since then so just don't question it.

Today was no different than any other, waking up at an ungodly hour to venture into the wilderness and run an errand for a certain traveller while, of course, checking every nook and cranny in hopes of a hefty loot.

This time your destination was Cuijue slope, mostly to check around and find trails of a rumored lawachurl that has been set loose in the area. Not that you ever understood how these people find monsters as such in places where no one ever steps foot, but the promised mora was quite... nice, so you accepted witouth a second thought.

But then again, everything has its down sides, this time it was that as per the information provided, from who knows where might you add, elemental damage did no good against the lawachurl. Its hide might've evolved to deflect the effects of the elements and thus your friends would not be of much help.

Sometimes, not having a vision did have its advantages, though it also proved as a major disadvantage most times. People tended to disregard your skill when it came to dangerous missions, no higher than a C rank mission was ever handed to you. Not by any official that is, ever since you've met the famous traveller, and became their friend, they took notice of you and began taking you along for adventures.

Once reaching your destination you look for a place where you could leave your heavy baggage safely while scouting the area. From afar you see what is barely the remains of an old building but seems sturdy enough with some cover in case of rain, you decide it's the best place to stay considering the area around it is deserted unlike the rest of the possible shelters you came across, those were filled with hilichurls. While hilichurls were not a problem, abyss mages, samachurls and mitachurls did give you some difficulity, especially when there were more than one. Let's face it, getting trapped in a hydro bubble and then hit by a speedy geo shield miatchurl was painful and highly infuriating.

Upon approaching your temporary shelter you're greeted by the sight of two hilichurls, luckily they haven't taken notice of you yet so you opt to sneakily find out what types they were. Both seemed to be non elemental, which was good, searching them quickly you find one has a wooden shield and the other a crossbow. You sigh, the hilichurls still didn't notice your presence, gently as possible you lower your bag and unsheeth your sword. All it took were two quick strikes and they fell down before they could even grab their weapons.

After clearing out the place and setting your bag down inside you set out to track down the lawachurl. You had planty of time, they only expected you back three days from now anyway, so you took investigatin leasurely. And yet you've found more than enough clues by the time the sun started to set. Not feeling fatigued in the slightes you decide to take it a step further and find the exact spot the beats chose to dwell in.

In the eerie forest of tall glowing pillars you find the beast, to your surpise when you arrive it has already been engaged in battle but you couldn't make out with who. All you could take from the battle was that it indeed was immune to elemental damage and whoever was fighting it was either unaware or insane. None the less they were loosing badly and if nothing happens they might not see tomorrow.

Thre was no question, you will help. But, being a non vision user you had to rely more on tactics rather than charging in head first. You approach slowly from a safe distance while keeping an eye on the fight below. The lawachurl seemed barely damaged, its geo shield was fully intact while the vigilant stranger left speckles of blood whenever they landed. It was bad, you had to act quick.

Seeing as you were right above the two, you strained your eyes to find a weak spot on the shield. Once you have laid eyes on the slightest crack in the enemy's protection you empty your mind, worry will not help either way, your grip thightens on your sword as you throw yourself off the pillar, you keep your silence as you descend rapidly, a sneak attack is only that while the enemy doesnt know after all.

You land hard on top of the beast, the impact makes it stumble and roar in pain  once your sword has been sheated deep within its hide. You cling to your weapon for dear life as the lawachurl shakes its body in hopes of getting you off but you only thrust the blade deeper. The stranger who fought the beast before looks on from his spot on the ground in surprise, being able to see him from this close you realise it's Xiao, seeing his state you surely have things to say once the battle is won. You shout, adressing the beat up adeptus and warn him not to use his element, he looks puzzled but nods as he stands.

The shield slowly fades away and the shaking becomes more aggressive, you're almost thrown off time and time again but you hold on tight. Xiao charges in once more, this time without the power of anemo, and to his surprise his strikes do damage. The outcome of the battle has changed, and it's now set in stone. You jump off the beast's back and join Xiao, exchanging rapid blows untill the enemy fell and hit the ground with a loud thud.

You wipe away the sweat trickling down your face and look around for your friend finding him in a similarly exhausted state, he leaned onto his spear his mask still on, no doubt to hide his face from you, he always acted strong, but now, his body was shaking and injured. There was no way you'd play along this time. Thus you approach him and drape his arm over your shoulder witouth a word. He grunts but stays silent. After years of knowing you he knows he has no chnace once you've made up your mind and so he follows silently.

You arrive at your makeshift shelter amd bring the adeptus in lowering him down onto the ground before turning to your bag and starting to rummage through it. The silence has been broken by Xiao,

— What are you doing?— he rasps confused, you turn around with narrowed eyes staring him down before turning back to your bag with a sigh.

— Patching you up of course. I sure damn hope you know you can't say no.

—You mortals show less and less respect— he was cut off by a finger pressing against his lips, the unfamiliar feeling shutting him up successfully, you lean in closer and stare into his beautiful golden eyes, Xiao felt his face heat up slightly.

— Don't get me wrong, I do respect you. But as...your friend I'm worried for you. You should take better care of yourself.

Moving away you begin tending to his injuries, the silence is back altough broken by an ocassional hiss or grunt. Xiao has turned his head away long ago, he can't look at you, it makes him feel all farm and fuzzy and it's uncomfortable. And then there's the fact that he felt disappointed when you moved away from him, he craves your warmth but hes never going to admit it. Not untill he undershands why.

Sooner than he'd like you finish bandaging him and move to sit on the other side of the shelter leaning your head against the broken wall and staring out into the rain. Rain? When did it start raining, he never noticed. He was so fixated on the feeling of your fingers against his skin he completely forgot where you two were. He gulped and looked away, he didn't know if it was the lighting or the fatigue but you looked ethereal yet the look on your face made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

Not being able to take the painful silence any longer he cleared his thoat,

— Name, what's wrong?

Surprised that he was the one to start conversation you stare at him untill he turns away from you and you've been left facing his back.

— Don't stare.

You can't help but chuckle and grin wide when you see him peek at you. With a shake of your head you sit up properly humming, the rain has picked up more now and thunder echoed in the distance. Seems like your stuck here for a while. Might as well make the best of it.

— Nothing is wrong, I'm just a little tired is all.

He turns to face you with the nastiest glare you've ever seen as he sneers,

— No.

You blink, tilting your head slightly out of confusion.

— No?

He nods closing his eyes and crossing his arms with a wince.

— Something is wrong, I can see that. You're not yourself. I'm asking one last time, what's wrong?

— That...sounded more like a demand, but who am I to decline. So make yourself comfortable, It's a long story.

— Fine, not like we can go anywhere in this weather.

You look at him puzzled, since when has bad weather bothered Xiao? But you decide not to ask. Rather you suck in a breath mustering up the courage to follow through.

— So... lately there has been someone I started to care about. Hmm, that doesn't quite cut it, let's say I'm anxious whenever we don't see each other for a while. I'm scared that one day he won't come back.

Xiao stays silent, something in him just won't let him speak. Hearing your voice be so weak and scared for someone else made him irritated and he didn't understand why.

— It's pointless to feel that way, if you're scared he'd leave you why bother?

His response was late and harsh, you could feel his irritation and thought you said something wrong. But that didn't mean his reply left you unhurt. Maybe he figured you out and was just playing along. The thought alone made your vision blur with tears.

You wanted to respond and defend yourself but couldn't, the suffocating feeling of supressing sobs prevented you from doing so. You bit your lip closing your eyes and burying your face into your knees hiding away from what's to come. After a while you manage to croak out a reply catching him off guard,

— Do you think he hates me now?

The sadness in your trembling voice was all it took for him to stand and rush to your side afraid you've hurt yourself. Only when seeing your tears did he realize he might've been too harsh. He felt awful and that made comforting you so much harder. He panicked for a second not knowing what to do when he remembered seeing a couple, one of them hugging the other while they cried.

Awkwardly he draped his arms around your shaking form pulling you closer. You look up at him seeing him avoid eyecontact.

— Xiao? What are you doing?

— What does it look like? I'm hugging you of course. Does it not help?

Realization hits you hard, he must've seen it somewhere and the fact he replicated it meant he must feel bad for you. A small smile tugged at your lips, you returned the hug burying your face in his chest.

Awkwardly he starts rubbing circles on your back and you finally relax a little.

— I don't think whoever this person is hates you.

— Huh?

— You asked me if I think he hates you, and I just told you. I don't think it's possible to hate you.

You feel your face burning up hoping he won't notice how fast your heart was beating you stay silent.

— But you have to tell me who it is.

— Why- Why would you want to know?

— So that I can keep an eye on him. If he ever hurts you I will be sure to visit him.

Your eyes widen and you fail to keep in your laughter. He looks down at you ready to let go and leave out of embarassement, but you hold onto him tight.

— I don't think that will be necessary.

— Are you saying you don't need me then?

— Of course not! But I don't want you to beat yourself up.

— I can assure you I- What?!

�� It's you, idiot. I like you.

—...me?

— yes, you.

— Oh.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

haiii!! :3

im gonna leave this to be as ambiguous as possible (you're welcome to decide what type of writing it is and what characters are involved in it! just whoever you think fits the best/would be funniest), but any of the pastas or marble hornets characters getting all the stuff required to make "battery acid spaghetti"? like with the monster energy and all sorts of candies and stuff? im curious to hear your ideas about this!!

also do NOT feel obligated to answer this if you have other stuff going on!!! take care of yourself!!! :33

– 💿 (i dont think anyone has claimed this yet!!)

Oooh, a chance to give my own headcanons...how rare...

Also, you are correct! No one has claimed that name yet, so you're good!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff, Toby, BEN

Ah yes, these silly gooses

BEN was probably the first person to come up with the idea

Toby, wanting to do whatever everyone else was doing, obviously joined in

And for Jeff, he's just in it for the free drinks and snacks

And so, toby goes to their local grocery store and buys anything he thinks would suit the concoctions (as well as, of course, the airheads ropes)

When he gets back, the three of them clamor into BEN's room, excitedly talking about their ~fabulous~ idea

BEN turns on music and a t.v show (yes, both) and begins to help set everything up

Just to make it extra authetic, they even forced jeff to go downstairs to get some bowls to put this ungodly mixture in

And so, the potion making begins

BEN goes first, because he is rhe "expert" on this whole situation

A white monster, some sour patch kids, war heads, sour skittles, and of course, the airheads ropes

The other boys follow suite, mixing the elixers up, before abruptly stopping

Jeff looks at the two in front of him, "so uhh, what utensil do we use for this?"

Toby stares at their creations "i don't think god intended for there to be a utensil for something of this caliber..."

BEN shrugs "welp. Bone apple tit!" He says, taking the bowl in his hands and slurping up the candies and monster like a bowl of milk

The other two boys wait for a reaction out of BEN cautiously, not wanting to take any chances on their own

BEN puts the bowl down with a disgruntled look on his face "well, it's uh..."

The other two lean in

"It's not the worst thing I've ever had??"

That seems to be enough to satisfy jeff, as he is the next to grab his bowl and gulp down a big mouthful

He almost immediately sets the bowl down and wipes his watery eyes "jesus fucking christ! That shit is sour!"

BEN snorts and laughs at jeff as toby clicks his tongue "duh, we just put a bunch of sour candies in there, numbnuts!"

While Jeff chokes to death and BEN laughs, toby eyes his bowl for a moment longer before hesitantly picking it up and slurping the tiniest little sip

"Oh man, that's pretty good!" He exclaims

The night ends up with Jeff giving toby the rest of his bowl (which didn't end up finished because as it turns out, energy drinks make Toby sleepy instead of energized)

Jeff ends up destroying the toilet for the next hour or so, the mixture of sugars messed his stomach up pretty good

And BEN ended up laughing at Jeff some more as he finished off his bowl

The entire experience left them all with the same conclusion, "never again."

[byoldervine]

Intro/Masterpost

Hiya, welcome! This blog is about my current writing WIP, a queer superhero fantasy novel called Byoldervine, and is basically a space for me to share things with others who are interested and to engage with other writers who have such amazing ideas and themes that can inspire me to keep writing. I'll be sure to add more things as I go along if I think they'll fit here or if I get asked a lot, and as I go along I'll also use this as a master post for links to character sheet posts and other things like that. If you have any further questions about my writing, always feel free to ask, I love answering your questions!

What is Byoldervine about?

The Byoldervine Sickness got its name twenty-five years ago, when the human realm's goddess Byoldervine became the first Celestial to die. Now, another god has fallen ill with the same disease, causing his powers to uncontrollably open portals between his realm and the human realm and thus sending through monsters and myths into a world not prepared for such creatures

Two heroes rise to the challenge; Persephone Foster, an immortal human intent on protecting these otherworldly visitors, and arrogant illusionist Angelus with every plan to bully Persephone off the job. But when the two vigilantes learn of a way to cure the dying god, they must set aside their differences and work alongside new allies as they venture into a realm of fables and fantasy, discovering devious plots and the shocking truths within the conspiracies of their pasts along the way

What are the four realms and who are their gods?

In Byoldervine, there are four realms, each ruled over by a Celestial god;

Aegis rules over Tyrion, a realm filled with angelic beings

Corrus rules over Nexus, which is essentially the afterlife and filled with dead souls and demonic beings

Nordsvark rules over Paracosm, the fantasy realm filled with all things mythical and magical (picture your typical DnD world)

Byoldervine used to rule over Terran, the human realm that's separated from the other three

Basically they're just heaven, hell, fantasy world and human world, if that's an easier way to think about it

Where and when did this project originate?

The concepts that make up Byoldervine have been floating around in my head for an ungodly amount of time, haha. The furthest back I can think for actually getting down to write them would've been around the start of lockdown, when I started writing a silly Wattpad fanfiction of all things (I will not be sharing what fandom it was for, fortunately I never published it)

The plot of the fic revolved around two immortal superheroes that would fight crime in their town, but slowly caught on to much bigger events that they learned were connected to their mysterious pasts and the powers they held. I eventually realised that all I needed to do was change a few names around and I'd more or less have a whole standalone novel, so I decided to write it for real, combining it with other ideas as I went down the line until I had Byoldervine. I'm not using the fic for reference, just the general idea, a character or two and a few plot lines that could be easily separated from the source material. Due to how niche I was working even when I was only writing the fic, I can't imagine there's any real overlap with the source material

Is this a series or a standalone novel? What are 'Unholy War' and 'The Heir and the Cure'?

I originally planned for this project to be a duology, a Byoldervine series featuring Unholy War (the superhero fic turned original story) and The Heir and the Cure (the fantasy realm aspect of the current story, focusing more on the adventure across the fantasy realm to cure a dying god)

The intention was to have them both take place in the same universe, with both stories dealing with different sides of the problem; the fantasy party would work to stop the problem at its source by curing the god of his illness while the superheroes managed the clean-up of safely returning the creatures to their home and handling the collateral damage on the human realm. There would be some overlap, but largely it would remain two separate sides of the same story

I later realised I could get more out of the two stories if I combined them fully; it would reduce character clutter, it would solve several plot-based problems, it would give me more to work with in terms of side quests, etc. Overall I'm very happy with the decision to combine it all into one book - though there will definitely be room to turn this into a series again in future if I want to reuse the universe, and I've already got multiple concept ideas for it that I'm holding back on using until I'm at least done with my first draft of Byoldervine

Master Lists

Character Sheets:

Persephone Foster

Angelus

Kennedy

Byoldervine

Alicia Foster

Ellegaarde

General Harkrow

Queen Wink

Princess Kynne

Clay Acaron

Sy Cantor

Aegis Cantor

Mary and Arthur Foster

Nordsvark Attolus

Lazulai Cantor

Connor Warden

Mullo Cantor

Anessa Cantor

Layni Warden

Weekly One-Shots:

Persephone at a family dinner

Kennedy’s nomad days

Connor brewing potions

Sy’s fashion project

Carpentrio’s coffee shop AU

Other Helpful Posts:

All glyphs

Kennedy Concept Art (WIP)

Sy Concept Art (WIP)

[mentallyrecovering]

Choose Your Own Adventure

(links to previous posts at the end)

I almost wrote myself into a corner but managed to get out of it! I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Everything Is happening at the same time as last chapter where they decided to make a base camp and Sam meets Bobby

I put reminders in the post to to help!

so if you have any plot ideas/feedback feel free to send asks/messages!

(Remember Sam went with Bobby, Rowan and Hazel found each other)

Taylor was breathing hard, looking with horror at what was two feet away. The monster with its giant Human legs, hooves for feet, red skin, and a torso that was freakishly long stared deep into Taylors’ eyes. On top of its head were black horns. Its face, eyes, and mouth were twisted in an ungodly horrifying way. The monster let out a roar that shook everything around it. 

Shrieking loudly, running for life,Taylor was making quick turns here and there to get away from the monster but it was matching pace. ‘There is no way I can escape,’ Taylors’ mind raced, ‘it’s huge, fast, knows every twist and turn in this maze.’ With a heart beating, almost feeling like it was going to explode, Taylor kept running. The monster never waivered, it could have caught up quickly, but it stayed behind waiting for its victim to tire out.

And, that is exactly what happened.Tripping over a broken trellis and falling to the ground, Taylor reached down feeling the pain of a sprained ankle. Terrified, looking at the monster, its’ black eyes seemed to pierce the soul. The monster reached out with razor sharp claws on its hand and grabbed Taylor. All that came out was a scream, but of course nothing could stop this monster. With its prey in its hands it walked away to an unknown location in the maze. 

(Sam and Bobby are walking to find the others while…)

A scream so loud it caused vibrations in the air and made the hair on  Bobby and Sams’ arm stand up. What could have happened to cause a person to scream that loudly, sounding as if they are going to die? Sam came to a horrible realization, it was Taylor screaming. What was happening to Taylor! “Oh my god! Bobby! That’s Taylor. We have to find out where the scream is coming from.” Bobby just looked at Sam with an intense expression and shook his head.

“Your friend is probably going to die. I’m not exactly sure what happens in this place but I do know the monster is here and we need to find the center of this maze. There will be a plaque with a symbol on it, the same one the man that brought you here was wearing.” Bobby looked at Sam who was frozen in fear, or guilt, or anger, probably a mix of all three. “Look, this town survives off this monster. As long as they feed it and trap people in this maze they will stay alive.” Bobby looked at Sam with an uncertain look in his eyes, “The restaurant is there, a five star place, to lure people in. If the monster doesnt get fed it’ll ruin the town and kill everyone in it. We need to get to the symbol and break it. That's the only way we can get out.”

Sam stared at Bobby with tears flowing out of their eyes, “What about Taylor? We need to help her!”

Bobby shook his head, “We need to break the seal first. We need to free ourselves from this maze..”

Their choices are,

Find Taylor

Go to the middle of the maze (where they don't know Hazel and Rowan are there already)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716212039957315584/i-have-to-add-that-there-will-be-reading-in-the?source=share (starting post)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716334914436497408/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (1st post)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716427608586321920/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (2nd post)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716427608586321920/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (3rd post)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716521280771424256/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (4th post)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716612292854382592/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (5th post)

https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716702987461050368/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (6th post)https://www.tumblr.com/mentallyrecovering/716793684698480640/choose-your-own-adventure?source=share (7th post)

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Chapter 14 is here :D

♦️𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚜♠️

Life was nearly the same as it had always been, when the sisters found they were bored, they'd make a game or find something to do. They'd been doing it for years, ever since they could remember, living in that old cottage.

Even if it was the same now, it was still... Different. No cottage. No Elder Kettle. Just the Casino. Even if the Casino was brightly-colored and bustling with people, they weren't allowed in it very much. The Devil's orders; and they knew better than to press her buttons.

It'd been weeks since the Cup sisters moved in with their new caretakers. Though starting out with rocky relationship with both Queen Dice and the Devil; it seemed like things were finally getting better for the four of them. Queen Dice, sure was as egotistical as they remembered, yet under all that ego was a surprisingly good person. And to be honest, neither of them were confident they'd be able to get used to living under the same roof as the Devil, but she herself wasn't as bad as they themselves thought she was initially.

Still, living in Hell was less than ideal, not just because of the fact that they were just a few floors away from souls being tortured by the literal Devil— It was also boring to the point of being ridiculous. What the sisters needed was something new, a game that neither of them could get bored of. The problem was, they didn't know what.

"We could..." Mugma'am started, Cuphead already answering her.

"Nope."

"You didn't even let me finish, milk for brains."

"Whatever you're gonna say, it won't be fun."

"You take that back!" Mugma'am sat up from leaning against the tree where they both were.

"Take what back?!"

"What you just said!" Mugma'am shoved her sister.

"You quit being so boring! You're as boring as the Devil!" Cuphead shoved her back.

"I actually like painting too, and it's not boring, it's just that you don't have good taste."

"Yes I do!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"You know what? We're getting nowhere with us fighting."

Mugma'am had a comment to say, but decided to keep her mouth shut.

Cuphead looked around, trying too look for something to do, while Mugs sat with her arms crossed. Eyeing a log with a bunch of soda cans lined up on it, Cuphead blinked as an idea sprouted in her head.

"Mugsy! I got an idea!"

"What?" Her sister still seemed to be upset with her.

"We ask the Devil if we can use her trident— Asking her for it isn't finding it so I don't think it applies to the 'finders keepers' rule, and— " She stopped short, seeing the surly frown on Mugma'am's face. "Are you upset with me for some reason?"

"No. Why would I be?" Mugma'am spoke bitterly.

"Oh... Ok! Well... Why don't we go ask Devil about her trident?"

"Whatever..."

Mugs sighed as the two of them stood up from leaning on the tree, heading off back into town to the Casino.

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Spreading chaos and destruction throughout the world was a hard job to do on your own. Even for a supernatural entity with ungodly powers; it was hard for Lucifer to create mayhem everywhere. That's what her demons were for. Among many kinds of demons are the Hellhounds; creatures of complete evil. Fear written by humanity, these creatures were some of Lucifer's greatest inventions. But the making of one wasn't easy, and the Devil wasn't the most patient being in existence.

Surely skipping a few steps in the making wouldn't make the Hellhound too much of a defect? Old Scratch didn't exactly believe in defects anyways. According to Gabriel, she's a defect, but she works fine— And she's happier in Hell than she ever was in Heaven anyway.

"In the name of all things dark and evil; I summon thee from the depths of Hell to cause destruction and mayhem by my side! Rise from the Hellfire you reside! Rise!"

There was a small spark of fire after Lucifer had finished the spell. She expected the twenty foot tall monster that every Hellhound was— Possibly taller— Though, upon opening her proud eyes, she found it was not taller than her... But shorter. Below her knee to be exact.

A tiny, red dog with black spots and small black horns looked up at her, its short, pointed tail wagging as it looked up at her.

"What the Hell?" She furrowed her eyebrows, her excitement fading as fast as it came.

"Arf! Arf!" The small Hellhound yipped as it jumped up at her, wanting to play.

"Ew! Get back!" She stepped away as if it were poison.

Seeing that as a game, the puppy bit at her long dress, tugging on it with all his might. It playfully growled, wagging its tail as the Devil watched in horror as it slowly tore her dress.

"HEY! Bad Hellhound! If that's what you are!" She tugged her dress back, getting it out of the grip of his jaw. "What even happened? Why are you just a small pup?"

The puppy barked in response, rolling over on its back and panting, wanting a belly rub.

"Absolutely not. I'll have the imps deal with you later." She snapped, heading back to the Hellevator. "What did I do wrong? Am I losing my touch...? Perhaps I just rushed the formula... That would be the cause of its smaller size but— YOUCH!!" She hollered in pain before she whipped around, finding the puppy chewing on her tail. "HEY! NO! BAD!!"

Picking the puppy up, she sat it down outside of the Hellevator before she recentered it. Quickly closing the door, she snickered to herself, finally outsmarting the pup;

"Checkmate, you microscopic mutt."

On her way up, however, she felt something scratching at her feet. Redirecting her attention, she made eye contact with the Hellhound's bright red puppy eyes.

"What?! How did you?— Ugh! Whatever, I'll have Henchwoman take care of you. Now quit that before you ruin my shoes!" She lifted the pup from the ground.

He yipped and barked playfully, licking her face nonstop.

"Hey! Quit it! You're going to mess up my makeup!"

She only got more yips in response, the puppy pawing at her face as it continued to lick.

The Hellevator doors opened a minute later, Lucifer marching off to find Henchwoman, what she wasn't expecting was to hear a shrill sound on the other side of the throne room.

"AWWWWWE! Oh my goodness, Boss! It's adorable!" Queen Dice hurried to her girlfriend, immediately taking the dog from her, receiving plenty of licks and kisses as she giggled.

"It's a Hellhound. Though it's not quite strong enough to be one; so I'm gonna have Henchwoman take care of it."

"Take care of it?!" Dice held the puppy away from her Boss. "Devil, you can't possibly mean what I think you mean! He's just a little guy!"

"Dice, he'll never work as a Hellhound. He'll be eaten by the others before I can even train him."

"He doesn't have to be a blood-thirsty Hellhound! He can be our little pet! Won't you baby?!" She cooed to the puppy as it licked her nose and mouth.

"Dice!"

"Ooo! Ooo! I even have a great name for him!" Queen Dice turned back to her girlfriend, pausing. "Well, aren't you going to ask what my great idea for a name is?"

The Devil groaned, but still answered;

"What?"

"Lucas! Luke for short!"

"... What?"

"Lucas! Oh, it's perfect!"

"Dice, don't— Don't name it; if you name it, you'll grow attatched to it."

"Too late."

The Devil growled, finding that there was no way she'd get through to Dice at this rate. She was too insistent for her own good. Losing her temper, she marched off to start her day of work.

"Fine, but you're taking care of the mutt."

"Ok."

"He's your responsibility."

"Alright."

Queen Dice was beyond excited to have a new little companion. Sure, she was more of a cat person, she could never say no to a puppy. And here she thought the Casino was getting to be boring and too repetitive. Having a dog around would be a nice change of pace. Especially one as cute as her little Lucas.

Coming from the elevator, on their way to speak with the Devil, the Cup sisters stopped in their tracks, finding a new interest;

"AWWWWE!!" Mugma'am squealed. "Who's this lil guy?!"

"He's our new pup! Isn't he just the cutest?!" Queen Dice smiled.

"He's the cutest lil Hellhound I've ever seen."

Getting excited with the newcomers, Lucas jumped from Queen Dice's arms, immediately running to the sisters, wanting to play.

"Arf! Arf!"

"Would you girls mind doing me a favor?" Dice asked. "I need a few things from the store for our little pup."

"That depends; are we spending the money we don't have or are we spending your money?" Cuphead crossed her arms.

Queen Dice was taken aback, frowning as her guilty gaze fell to the floor. After getting stared down by the sisters for a moment, she finally gave in.

"Fine! I'll give you a bit of money for it... But you'd better bring change back." Queen Dice spoke bitterly. "And if you go to Porkrind's, don't tell her I sent you— She's trying to get back at me for years now."

"Did you guys get into a fight?" Mugma'am gasped.

"Where do you think I got these earrings? They're priceless but I got em for free." Dice winked.

"Saw that comin." Cuphead's face went deadpan.

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Wasting a good hour creating a Hellhound just to end up with no Hellhound whatsoever put the Devil in quite a sour mood. She just hoped Queen Dice, and presumably the sisters, would take their responsibility seriously and not leave the demon to have to take care of the puppy herself.

To keep mind off of the situation, the Devil worked on her piles on paperwork that never seemed to end. With that thought, she was put into an even worse mood.

What put her in an even worse mood was when someone decided to knock on her office door.

"Boss, ya have a... Visitor." Queen Dice opened the door wide enough to peek her head through.

"Tell Micheal he can fuck off." The Devil snapped back at her.

"Boss, I wouldn't... Wouldn't use that word in front of her..."

"Who the Hell are you talking about?"

The door slammed open the rest of the way, making the Devil nearly jump out of her seat. She recognized the woman who had stormed in as the lady who owned the orphanage in town. The Devil knew very well who she was after, but she showed no sign that she was hiding anything. She knew how to handle people like this, she wouldn't be any different.

"Mrs. Devil— "

"Miss; I'm not married." The demon nonchalantly went back to her paperwork.

"Whatever your name is; it has come to my attention that you have been caregiving for a few stray children who are supposed to be in my orphanage. They ran off about a month ago, and I was told they were seen running into your Casino." The woman explained impatiently.

"You say 'stray children' as if they're animals." The Devil rose an eyebrow but still did not look at the woman.

"Those two ought to be. They're little, bratty troublemakers is what they are." She snapped.

Queen Dice flinched as she saw the Devil's ember eyes look up at the woman. Only Dice knew how the demon looked when she was holding back her anger; her jaw would clench and she would stare a person down, piercing their very soul.

"I'd just like for you to return the girls. Or, if there's anything of a heart in there, adopt them." The woman went on.

'Like you'd know anything about having a heart.' The Devil scowled but kept the comment to herself.

"You know how my business works." She finished, appearing to not notice or not care about the Devil's tight grip on her pen, seconds to snapping it.

"Well, you should know how my business works, because I haven't seen any children enter my Casino. Rest assured, if I had seen those kids, I would've reported them to you." The Devil said, keeping her composure. "Perhaps you need glasses as much as you need to get fired for talking about children like they're animals."

"Well..." The woman huffed but obviously didn't want to cause any problems with the literal Devil. "If you do see those girls, please do them a favor and return them to the orphanage."

"You can count on it, dear."

The woman nodded to her and went on her way, Queen Dice closing the door behind her as Old Scratch continued on her paperwork. Waiting until the lady was a good distance away, Queen Dice approached her Boss' desk.

"You didn't tell her about the girls?" Dice asked, astonished.

"I'm a demon, I can lie."

"Yes, I know, but..." Dice's eyes raced around the room until they fell upon the demon once more, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Dice... Why are you smiling like that?"

"You really do care for them, don't you, dear."

"What?" The Devil sat up straight.

"You had nothing to gain by lying, and yet you still did."

"The— The girls could be useful to us... That's why..."

"Sure."

"Don't you have work to do?!" The Devil snapped. "Or a puppy to take care of?!"

"Yes, I do." Dice let out a light chuckle.

The Devil didn't find the situation very funny, as she growled, finally snapping the pen and getting ink everywhere.

"Oh DAMMIT!" She slammed her hands on the table, making Dice back up.

Though with a snap of her fingers, the mess was gone, the same couldn't be said for the Devil's boiling temper.

"Hey, hey... I’m— I'm sorry I was just pokin fun at you... I wasn't tryin to upset you."

"It's not just that." The Devil leaned her head on her desk. "It's just been a shit day..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Queen Dice rounded the desk.

Starting by running her fingers gently through her hair, Dice soon began playing and braiding the other’s hair. The Devil only groaned in response as she seemed to almost immediately relax by the other's touch.

"You don't have to. Just a suggestion."

"Hmm... Well..."

[bsstories]

connie + late night drives

nsfw, 18+, MINORS DNI

connie is the type of person to call you at ungodly hours of the morning night to go drive around, the destination being nowhere.

you’d wake up to your phone buzzing at the frankly unreasonable time of 2am - blindly reaching around to answer it and curse out whoever decided to wake you up - and then just hear a tired “come for a drive? please?” from the other line.

and of course you wouldn’t be able to say no to such a request, especially when it comes from connie. so you take a deep breath, put on some slip on shoes, and then trudge out with only your phone to meet the man who had already parked across the street.

you’re always quick to notice the dark circles surrounding his pretty grey eyes and the slight dullness of his usually healthy, glowing skin, but you never comment on it, choosing to playfully chastise him with a, “you better make it up to me, i was having a fucking awesome dream” (to which he’d reply, “couldn’t be too great if i wasn’t in it”).

he would wordlessly hand you your drink of choice, whether it be tea, coffee, monster energy, or water, and then drive around aimlessly. connie doesn’t particularly enjoy sitting in silence but he finds himself melting into the comfort of your presence without any background noise. and as you sip at your drink, looking out the window and humming softly to yourself, you feel him reach over to your lap to gently hold on to your hand.

typically, you lose track of how long your drive for, but you don’t mind. connie will find new places to show you almost every time, new look outs to admire the lights of your city or little parks to run around in if you’re feeling particularly excited. he’d offer you the first hit of a freshly rolled blunt and let you talk about whatever was on your mind as you pass the joint between the two of you. he didn’t care whether he was high as a kite or sober beyond liking, he just loved hearing the sound of your voice. it grounded him, made him feel safe and comfortable. having you around, being physically in your presence was more addicting than any drug he could think of, despite not trying much beyond his trusty CBD.

no matter how many times connie drags you out of your peaceful nights’ sleep and subsequently ruins your sleep schedule, you can’t find it in yourself to stay angry at him. not when he looks at you like you hung up the moon and the stars when you talk about the things you love, not when he kneads at your thigh absentmindedly with a soft smile, and especially not when he kisses you slow and deep, hand at your nape and drawing you as close to him as you physically can with the center console separating the two of you. connie kisses you with the passion of someone who thinks they’ll never see you again, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your head grow dizzy with desire.

he considers himself forgiven when he finds you in his lap not much later, your arms locked around his neck and hips swirling lazy circles against his pelvis. in the haze of your shared highs, the little bit of dry humping you initiate is white-hot and steamy, making his eyes roll back into his skull and fingers dig into the plush of your thighs. when the fabric of your matching sweats disappear and skin meets skin for the first time that night, connie had to mentally will himself not to come early. he can’t, he has to feel you first before. when he brings you into his chest again and you guide his leaking cock inside of your fluttering hole, the noise he makes is downright mortifying. but neither of you care… not when it feels so good.

the smell of your perfume is intoxicating when he buries his face in your neck to litter the sensitive skin with dark purple love bites. the gummy walls of your pussy are hot and wet and pulsing and make his thighs quiver embarrassingly. his brain, which was foggy with smoke from his joint earlier, is startlingly clear when he meets your eyes again.

connie thinks you look like an angel with your blown-out pupils, red from smoking and teary from pleasure. your presence, your aura is mind-bogglingly bright; he can’t look away.

you always take him nice and easy, wanting to fuck him slow and softly. you want him to know how much you care when you slowly slide up and down his length, torsos pressed together and foreheads touching. everything becomes overwhelming when you’re together, from the glimmering city lights on the horizon to the soft sound of green day playing on the radio. the pop rock is accented by the music you make with your bodies, wet skin slapping together and soft sighs of delight. electricity buzzes through your veins as you drop back down on his lap, over and over again, just a bit harder each time.

you feel alive with connie, and he feels the same with you.

your orgasms are less of a startling climax and more gradual, the gentle rolling of an ocean wave against a shore. it’s all shuddering breaths and hands grabbing whatever they can teach, it’s endless sweet nothings and soft swears that end with connie emptying his load deep into your cervix. you feel full in every way possible, the orgasm clouding your brain and cum slightly seeping out of you in the most satisfying way.

connie won’t let go of you. not immediately after, nor fifteen minutes after you’ve both finished. his softened cock remains comfortably nestled in your walls and both of you savor the feeling of being as close as physically possible.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he’d mumble into your ear, one hand combing through your hair and the other rubbing light circles on your back.

you’d squeeze him tighter, giggling when he grunts in pain, and softly say, “i love you.”

his hands stop moving, but only for a second; connie just can’t help but be surprised every time you say that. he has to bite his lip and look up to prevent stupid tears from leaking out of his eyes, because he refuses to make you worried. especially when it’s because he never thought someone would love him the way you do.

“baby, believe me when i say i love you endlessly more.”

later, much later, when the city lights flicker out one by one like candles on a cake and the sun starts to peek over the horizon, connie drives you home. once again, his hand rests on your thigh, and every time he stops at red light, he takes a second to admire your face, peacefully sleeping as the world around you begins to wake.

the warmth in his chest is simply cheesy, but connie doesn’t care. he relishes the flutter of butterflies as you kiss him goodbye, lazily waving before turning and walking away. his heart pounds loud when you stop in your tracks, turning and inviting him back inside to cuddle and eat breakfast.

it’s grossly domestic but you love it. connie loves it even more. and as you fall asleep for the third time in twelve hours in one another’s arms, you both decide you won’t have life any other way.

hopelessly in love with connie. my bad.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Underground Tomb edition!)

Hello friends and degenerate sinners, this is basically a mini headcanon set for Luci’s kid!MC about how the incident with Luke and the Grimoire would go down in this AU to tide you all over until Part 3 comes out! Enjoy!

It was a normal night in the good ol’ HOL... Lucifer was doing paperwork at an ungodly hour of the night, Beel was in the kitchen, and Mammon was screaming and running for dear life. Ah... sweet normalcy.

The custard incident remained the same, MC got force-fed custard and Beel threw a truly fantastic hunger tantrum that culminated in the wall connecting to MC’s room collapsing.

Cue lecture from Luci-father.

“I am very disappointed in you three.” Lucifer rubbed his temples as MC, Beel, and Mammon awkwardly stood in his room. Mammon of course, was trying to avoid the death glares MC was giving him. Poor bastard.

“Especially you two, MC and Beel.”

“Whuh?!” Mammon sputtered. “What about me?!”

“I expect this from you. These two on the other hand,” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at MC who was awkwardly trying to suppress a laugh at Mammon’s aghast expression. “Should know not to act like this.”

“We’re *snrk* sorry, father,” MC paused to try and muscle through a giggle. “It won’t happen again.”

“He ate my custard...” Beel pouted.

“So, MC won’t be able to use their room anymore due to the wall... collapsing.” Lucifer gave Beel a pointed glare.

Mammon smirked, and if he were sitting on a couch, we would have leaned back and kicked his feet up. “Well, obviously since I’m a kind and generous soul I’ll open up my room for poor MC to stay in. My babysittin’ rates are quite high though-”

“BABYSITTING?!” MC snarled, giving Mammon a death glare that could probably kill lesser demons.

Lucifer felt a twinge of pride upon seeing his child give someone his signature bone-chilling glare, if he weren’t supposed to be disappointed he would have given MC a pat on the head and let them hang Mammon from the ceiling.

“Uh- heh- MC, I’m your favourite uncle! Me babysittin’ ya should be an honour!” Mammon was sweating bullets and desperately looking to Beel for help.

“Levi is rapidly approaching favourite uncle status.” MC crossed their arms and huffed.

“Levi?! Wait- does that mean I was your favourite-”

Lucifer was almost tempted to stick MC in Mammon’s room just to have MC punish Mammon so he could get some sleep, tragically, his common sense won out. “MC will be staying with Beel. He has an extra bed in his room after all.”

MC looked over at Beel and smiled. “Could be worse, right? I’ll replace the custard.”

Beel’s smile upon hearing the last part could have lit up the entire Devildom. What a sweetie.

MC still chilled in Beel’s room. They finally got to ask more questions about Belphie, and Beel is more inclined to share what’s up because MC is his big bro’s kid after all!

Because of MC’s half demon-ness, they hadn’t met Belphie at that point in the story unlike in canon. They were just curious about their missing uncle. They ALSO already knew what Belphie looks like because Lucifer gave them an in depth tour of everything and he pointed out all the portraits.

MC, being the sadistic sweetheart they are, went out and bought themselves and Beel replacement custard. MC made sure to eat it right in front of Mammon.

But my oh my, who was texting them? *gasp!* Luke!

MC obviously let their little angel buddy into the house (Luke did not know about MC’s parental situation at that point, keep that in mind). Luke was fun to tease a little after all! And it was nice to have another kid around, but MC would never admit it.

Since MC had literally no reason to be afraid of their dear old dad, they went right up to him and asked him if Luke could stay over. No fear.

“Father?” MC leaned on the doorway to the backyard, Lucifer was playing fetch with Cerberus. MC had never seen someone play fetch so robotically.

“Yes, MC?” Cerberus’ middle head dropped a slobber covered squeaky toy into Lucifer’s gloved hand, the other two heads snapped at the middle one.

“Can I have a friend over?” MC asked, trotting over to give Cerberus some pets. On the first day the dog had tried to eat them, but after giving him some much tastier bacon treats, Cerberus was sweet as pie. Murderous and dangerous pie, that is.

“Do I know this friend?”

“Yes, it’s Luke. Can he stay over?”

Lucifer wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. “Cerberus is right here, you have access to a dog. Why on earth would you bring the chihuahua over?”

MC snorted and gave Cerberus’ right head some scratches behind the ears. “He’s not a chihuahua all the time, come on, it’s for the good of the exchange program!”

The two had a stare down for a little while, and to his absolute horror, Lucifer felt his resolve cracking. This child of his was too adorable for their own good. “Fine, MC.”

“Yes!” MC fist pumped as Cerberus’ middle and left heads tried to join in on the ear scritches.

“But note,” Lucifer continued. “I expect a full report to give to Lord Diavolo on this whole experience.”

MC frowned and debated sticking their tongue out at their father, they decided against it. “A paper? On a sleepover? Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Lucifer gave MC a flick on the nose. “Like you said, it has to do with the exchange program. Now go make sure the chihuahua doesn’t die and leave you with a mess to clean up.”

The look of complete terror Luke gave MC when they told him that Lucifer said he could stay over was completely worth the paper they were going to have to write.

“What?! You weren’t supposed to tell him I’m here!”

“He said you could stay.”

“Why?! Oh no... did he demand your soul as payment or something?! MC! You shouldn’t have put yourself in that nasty demon’s debt! Don’t worry, I’ll get your soul back somehow.”

MC should have been offended... but they weren’t. I mean, could you stay mad at Luke when he just offered to fight arguably the second most powerful demon in the Devildom to get your soul back?

Now that Luke’s presence in the house was known to everyone, the challenge was no longer keeping Luke hidden, it was making sure Luke didn’t say anything that would get him killed and making sure none of the demon bros made Luke cry.

Mammon was the main culprit of the teasing because Lucifer actually had better things to do. And he had a (totally not a) date with Diavolo so he’d be back late and wouldn’t be home to tease the chihuahua.

Mammon’s status as favourite uncle was hanging by a thread by the end of the first day.

Asmo thought Luke was positively adorable and also very annoying. He offered to paint MC and Luke’s nails. Luke declined, but MC was all for it. (Their cuticles were a MESS by the way, they needed the manicure.)

Luke’s nails were painted gold to match the gold on his outfit! Asmo was quite proud of his work, and was very offended when he was not allowed to try and braid Luke’s hair.

“It looks so soft!”

“You’re not allowed to touch my hair, demon!”

Satan still disliked MC on the basis that they were just a mini-Lucifer and hung out in his room or the library to avoid them and Luke.

It was incredibly annoying when Luke and MC burst into the library to look for cookbooks and treat recipes after Luke told MC about his baking endeavours. Satan debated ordering a pair of ear plugs on Akuzon...

Or perhaps a laser gun...

Both would make him stop hearing the children’s grating voices.

“You two, be quiet.”

“We haven’t spoken since we got in here...”

“You’re breathing too loud.”

Beel remained the only brother who was actually decent to Luke, they all played Go Fish in Beel’s room.

Levi was in his room playing his new video game just like in canon, but he could hear Luke and MC running around outside his room.

He was fully prepared to do that introvert thing where you stay in your room until you hear someone say goodbye to the guest.

Levi’s eyes were glued to his computer screen, just eight more skeleton monsters to kill and he’d get the achievement! His attention crumbled the moment he heard the dreaded sound of...

Guests...

“Hey MC! Whose room is this?”

The sound of a door opening and closing down the hall caused Levi to jump in his seat. Oh no... his worst fears were realized! There was another person in the house!

“That’s Asmodeus’ room. Luke you shouldn’t go around opening everyone’s doors-”

The sound of another door opening and shutting made Levi pause his game and look at Henry 2.0 for help. Maybe if he jumped into the tank and wrapped himself in his tail he’d camouflage into his surroundings...

BAM!

AAAAA! Not enough time! The guest was drawing nearer... he was going to have to... *barf*... SOCIALIZE!

“How about this room?”

Levi braced himself for the incoming social contact... Fs in the chat everyone...

“We shouldn’t bother Levi, let’s do something else.”

HAJEKDJSJSJSJD- BEEL! BEEL JUST SAVED LEVI’S LIFE!

The poor third born slumped back in his seat, the awfulness of socialization avoided. He uh... hadn’t actually left his room in maybe three days... maybe he should actually go outside... enjoy the nonexistent sunlight, y’know?

...nah. Levi went back to his game.

Since the kitchen was broken, Beel, MC, and Luke went out and get AkuDonald’s. They were all out of the toy that Luke and MC wanted so that trip was a disaster! A disaster I say!

Just the image of Beel happily chomping on his eighth burger while Luke and MC angrily pick at their fries makes me want to laugh.

Now the question you’re all waiting for, did Lucifer try and kill Luke and Beel and then MC for trying to take the Grimoire?

N O

“Whose room is behind that door?” Luke pointed to the door to the attic staircase.

MC shrugged and hit their knuckles against the door a few times. “It’s just the door to the attic. My uh- Lucifer said not to go up there because it’s just full of old junk.”

Normally MC would scoff at the idea of being told what not to do and do it out of spite, but MC was a child, and like most children, they hated scary attics. They hadn’t even attempted to open the door in the month they had lived in the house.

“Hm, maybe he’s hiding something...” Luke puffed out his cheeks and knocked on the door. When met with no answer, Luke turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and the two peeked inside.

A tall spiral staircase greeted them as they tentatively stepped inside. Not so-good Lord, the room was freezing, but it didn’t seem to bother Luke as he walked further into the room.

“What do you think’s up there?” Luke asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at what could be at the top of the stairs.

MC shuddered and crossed their arms. “Like Lucifer said, junk. Nothing important.”

There was a tingling feeling at the base of MC’s neck, their hand flew to the spot only to find nothing, but the uneasiness didn’t cease. Something was very... very off. A shudder creeped up their spine as Luke stepped closer to the staircase.

“Come on,” Luke tutted, placing a hand on the railing. “Demons are known liars!”

Luke was quite difficult to be friends with sometimes, MC had to admit.

With every step Luke took up the stairs, the sense of dread brewing in MC’s gut grew, but they remained rooted to the spot, it was almost like something was physically stopping them from getting closer to those stairs.

Luke stopped on the sixth step and craned his neck to look up again. “Hello?” He called out.

His little voice echoed up the staircase, he was met with no reply for a moment, until a massive shudder wracked both his and MC’s spines.

“Hello.” A voice replied.

Quick as lightning MC dove forward, taking three steps up the stairs despite what felt like electric shocks stabbing into their skin, and yanked Luke back down the stairs and out the door, closing it behind them. MC heard a lazy, carefree chuckle reverberate through their head, and a message that only MC could hear.

“Leaving so soon, Lucifer?”

...

Spooky right?

Anyway- back to Luke and MC being idiots together.

They headed back to Beel’s room to watch some Devildom kid shows, I assume Tom and Jerry just played on repeat.

Luke explained the reason he ran away from Purgatory Hall, and MC legitimately debated whether or not they should throw Luke out of the nearest window for all the jabs he was taking at demons.

“Simeon was going to go out for tea with Diavolo! He even said that I could ask Barbatos to instruct me on the finer points of baking!”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“They’re demons, MC! Simeon and I are angels from the Celestial Realm! We shouldn’t be consorting with demons.”

Once again, bless Beel and his lack of murderous rage when it came to anything other than food.

“MC, Lucifer would be upset if you broke a window.”

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing Luke, nothing you need to worry about.”

Don’t worry, no angels were harmed during the visit.

On day two of the extended sleepover, Luke and MC decided to go running around the house again.

“And this is the basement.” MC put their hands on their hips and kissed their teeth as they looked around the Underground tomb. “Perfectly creepy.”

Luke shuddered. “Is this house nothing but one creepy room after another..?”

MC smiled and stuck out their tongue. Their fear of the attic did not extend to the underground tomb. Not that they were actually afraid of the attic or anything...

“Why? You scared some big monster is gonna getcha?” MC teased.

“No!” Luke gasped. “I’m not scared!”

MC began to walk backwards into the darker depths of the tomb, their teasing tone echoing off of the walls. “Then come on! Don’t be chicken!”

Luke looked back and forth from the door out of there, to the rapidly disappearing figure of MC, he rushed after MC.

“I’m not scared of some dark basement.” Luke huffed.

“Why not~?” MC snickered. “There could be ghosts down here... tortured souls of those who were damned to Hell for all eternity~!”

MC swiped Luke’s hat and placed it on their head, Luke jumped at the sudden contact and began to try and get the hat back from MC.

“Stop trying to scare me!” Luke yapped, MC laughed and began to jog deeper into the tomb.

“Maybe there’s a monster that eats chihuahuas down here too! Who knows!” MC twirled the hat with their fingers and ran a little faster when Luke ran after them.

“I AM NOT A CHIHUAHUA!”

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best course of action to tease and scare one’s friend instead of telling them what they said earlier was mean, but MC wasn’t the best at decision making.

When MC reached a dead end, they stopped and looked around, Luke crashed right into them. He managed to swipe his hat back from a now disinterested MC.

MC’s gaze landed on a book being held up by a statue, they padded over and looked up at it.

“Luke, do you know what that is?” MC asked, turning to look at their now very miffed friend.

“The... book? I don’t know.”

Truthfully, MC didn’t know either. During their first tour of the house, Mammon had interrupted the Underground tomb segment and Lucifer had to cut the tour short.

“It’s uh...” MC pursed their lips and tried to think of a convincing lie. “A spell book. Lucifer told me that it makes your magic really really strong, so he stuck it down here to hide it from Solomon.”

“Did I now?”

MC and Luke screamed and whirled around, there stood Lucifer himself, not looking terribly pleased with the two of them.

“MC, care to explain why you and the angel are so close to the Grimoire?” Lucifer’s words were icily calm, and MC knew that meant if they didn’t come up with a good explanation they’d be in big trouble.

“W-we were just playing down here...” MC trailed off, looking to Luke for some kind of backup before realizing what a stupid idea that was.

“Y-yeah! We were just-”

Lucifer stuck his thumb over his shoulder and glowered at the two. “Out.”

“Yes sir.” Luke and MC mumbled as they stepped away from the Grimoire, Lucifer relaxed slightly as the two walked past him and down the hall.

When the two got back up to Beel’s room, Luke suddenly gasped and turned to MC.

“You said it was a spell book!”

After that, MC got the feeling that Luke was no longer welcome in the house. What was the big deal about almost touching the Grimoire anyway? It could only override pacts and control demons-

Oh.

Balls.

Simeon got called to pick up Luke and before the two of them left MC assured Luke that he could come over and hang out anytime as long as he texted first.

Beel said Luke could come over and bake when the kitchen was fixed, poor Beel would have to do without Luke’s baked goods for a little while longer.

MC rested their chin on the coffee table they were kneeling in front of, stewing in annoyance. Their unfinished homework was practically mocking them, but the Demonology textbook was not what had them in their funk.

“MC, do your homework.” Lucifer said from the living room couch, he was comparing his phone to notes in a binder that was placed on his lap.

A grunt from MC caused him to raise an eyebrow. Their grasp on demonic language had improved, but Lucifer did not approve of them using their new skill to sass him.

“MC.” Lucifer chided, MC turned to look at him with a deadpan expression. “If there’s something wrong, either tell me, or do your work without complaining.”

MC turned back to their homework and tapped their pencil against the textbook, before puffing out their cheek and turning back to Lucifer.

“What’s in the attic?”

For the briefest of moments, Lucifer froze, he forcibly relaxed and went back to his work.

“Junk.” Lucifer replied. “Did you try and go up there?”

MC shook their head. “No, I went into the staircase room, but not up the stairs.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed, he then took a deep breath and looked at MC. “Good, there’s nothing of interest up there anyway. If you did go up there you might break something or hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” MC sighed, trying to push the voice from the attic out of their mind. “What about the Grimoire? Why is it down in the tomb?”

Lucifer could feel his patience growing thinner and thinner with every question. “So it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

“Why not just destroy it?” MC asked, their question wasn’t meant to be taken as an insult or be malicious, it was just legitimate curiosity. “Wouldn’t that be safer?”

The first born hesitated before he answered. He looked over MC, before shaking his head. “...I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

MC’s eyes narrowed, but they went back to their work all the same. It would be about ten minutes of quiet before MC spoke up again.

“When Belphegor gets back from the human world, you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to look at MC, who still had their back turned to him as they scribbled notes from the textbook. His grip on his DDD tightened as he replied.

“Why do you say that, MC?”

MC didn’t seem to register their father’s clipped tone, and shrugged. “Beel said that he isn’t answering his texts or calls, and when he sent up a letter Belphegor didn’t respond to that either.”

“The life of an exchange student is a busy one, as you can see.” Lucifer forcibly injected his last bit of remaining calmness into his words as he gestured at MC’s homework. MC laughed at that.

“Yeah well, I still make time to call my friends and ren back up in the human world.” MC giggled. “And I’m sure those text notifications about his older brother discovering that he has a child would make him pick up the phone.”

“Belphegor might have a much larger workload.” Lucifer retorted, trying to keep himself from snapping at MC.

“But still, you’d think he’d call his-”

“MC-” Lucifer snarled, MC whirled around, the fear and shock in their eyes caused anything Lucifer was going to say to die in his throat.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Lucifer took another deep breath and turned back to his work.

“Not right now, MC,” Lucifer whispered. “I’m working.”

...

To be continued...

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Late Nights

Yeonjun x reader; super soft fluff; 0.78k

Mellow speaks: It's my baby's birthday, so here is a little something I wrote for him haha. Hope you enjoy reading it!

Waking up to the sound of something hitting your window, you checked your phone, only to find that it was nearly two in the morning. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you walk over to the window, knowing full well who had awoken you at this ungodly hour. And sure enough, it was your boyfriend, Choi Yeonjun, dressed in sweats and leaning against the car whose keys you knew without a doubt he had persuaded their manager to lend him. When he sees you peeking out the window, his face breaks into a wide smile, something that still sends butterflies dancing in your stomach even after all this time.

He doesn't have to say anything, and simply continues looking up at you with a soft smile still playing on his lips. You understand what he wants, and gently shaking your head, pull back from the window before throwing on a casual sweatshirt over your body and putting on the first pair of shoes you find. Locking your door behind you, you quickly rush down to meet him, jumping into his arms as he snuggles his head in your hair. "I missed you," he whispers, not having been able to see you for the past week. "I did too," you say, pulling away from the hug and walking over to the passenger side door, "So, where to?"

"Nothing in particular," he hums, getting into the car. "Let's just drive around," he says, giving you a warm smile as he puts the car into drive. You return the smile, taking his hand in yours and placing it in your lap. "How was your day?," you ask, causing him to make a funny face and making you giggle. Pulling his hand away from yours, he turns the stereo on, switching to a playlist that has all your favorite songs on it. Rolling the window on your side down, you look out, the stereo making you sing along into the night.

Looking over at you, Yeonjun can't help but smile , feeling his heart swell with love for you. He really loves these late nights with you, driving around on the streets of Seoul, just content in each other's presence. Taking your hand back in his, he brings it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it, causing you to look at him, returning his smile. He didn't have any particular destination in mind, but he now decides to head over to the foothills of the Achasan. Rolling down his own window, he too, joins you in singing what you describe as one of your ultimate favorite songs, "Can't We Just Leave The Monster Alive" by TXT themselves. Soon enough, you realize where you are headed, and turn around to look at him, your eyes sparkling.

It doesn't take long before the two of arrive at your destination, and getting out of the car, Yeonjun helps you climb up its roof, before joining you. You just stay there, looking down at the city and up at the stars, snuggling closer to each other to keep warm. "It feels so nice out here," you say, looking out over the city. "The view really is beautiful," says your boyfriend, looking over at you. Turning to look at him, you gently shove his shoulder, making him let out a hearty laugh as he pulls you closer towards himself. After staying like that for a while, you softly ask, "What would you wish for if we saw a shooting star right now?" He doesn't reply for a long moment, before finally saying, "Nothing. I have everything I need," as he pulls you in for a kiss.

Pulling away, you snuggle into his side, as the both of you talk about anything and everything. Hours pass, and soon, the sun starts peeking out from behind the horizon, telling you it's time to head home.

As Yeonjun drops you off first before going back to the dorm, the two of you stay hugging in front of your building for a while, not ready to let go just yet. "Text me when you reach home," you say, pulling away and placing a kiss on his lips. He just smiles, petting you hair before getting back into his car.

By the time Yeonjun gets back to the dorm, Huening Kai is already up and about, having spent the previous night gaming. Looking at him, the younger boy asks, "Where have you been, hyung?," but doesn't get any reply as Yeonjun walks in, seemingly in a trance. A soft smile graces his lips, which is enough to tell anyone just where he was, and with whom.

[catboylupin]

I was curious what is it about Remus that draws yourself and others in? I ask this as someone who identifies so much with him and it’s endlessly fascinating to me what drew him to people and others interpretations of him. How do you see him?

you see, remus is my little meow meow. also:

i think the werewolf thing is endlessly generative and can be analogous to many things. he is basically a vessel for exploring what it means to be human, wrestling the beast within, i am the thing? is the thing me? am i seperate from the thing? etc. you can use lycanthropy as a conduit to interrogate gender and shame and disability and assimilation and liberation. basically this post and this post and this

feels like some ungodly evil thing. sometimes he is ok with that.

he wants nothing more than to be loved/ have friends but at the same time he could be incredibly antisocial. in one way or another everything to remus is a sort of performance (part of this is rooted in his need to come off as a Good Werewolf/ general self loathing)

basically, for people whose every social interaction feels like a performance, “maybe i should stop pretending to be a person” is a relatable sentiment. (that is cringe, i know!! but it’s how i feel) 

has bursts of anger/ brashness. emotionally unpredictable. people around him are never exactly sure how he’ll react to a given situation.

being offered unconditional love is scary for him because it feels temporary/ like he doesn’t deserve it. however when he allows himself to be loved he can form these very close and deep relationships in which he is more authentically himself. 

lies constantly. and can be closed off emotionally/ uncommunicative and then expect other people to read his mind and understand what he needs 

basically he has a No One Understands Me complex yet makes little effort to be understood  

condescending. will give you unsolicited advice that he himself will not follow. also has a superiority complex (modern day remus would’ve regularly browsed /mu/. ‘oh you’ve never heard mbv? normie....’)

aloof but makes an effort to be kind. as a student i think he was considered friendly/ would help you with your homework if you asked 

has a tendency to see relationships as transactional 

has the same vibe as the band talking heads. i know this is a cringe thing 2 say but he matches their ‘cerebral awkward art students meet the nyc punk scene’ energy. they were his favorite band too.

stoner. at hogwarts he was The guy to go to for illicit substances 

enjoys the presence of women… outside of the marauders most of his friends r gals. mama’s boy etc.  

very cognizant of the fact that he is friends with two best friends, i.e. if the sidewalk was too small for three people he would be the one to walk behind them. he is okay with this but if he thinks about it for too long it might start to sting a bit. 

enjoys being choked in bed lol 

has little interest in controlling people/ has a healthy distrust of authority. as a prefect he would let most things slide, as a teacher he would let you retake tests as many times as you wanted. said voldemort, not youknowwho. all of these things r canon btw 

chronic pain. pure projection here, but he also has hearing loss. 

turned homework in late and i cannot decide if he was a very attentive question asking note taking student or just did not pay attention at all and then went to the library at night and tried to teach himself everything he was supposed to learn in class. 

the early 80s were uhhh tough for him. drugs as a coping mechanism/ substance abuse etc. never stayed in one place too long/ travelled a lot. 

will never apologize and acts completely irrationally to avoid confronting his insecurities. 

smart but not as naturally gifted and talented at everything the same way s and j were. he actually had to try in school, and doing well was important/ high stakes for him because he couldn’t just live off his family’s money for his entire life

very much a pisces in that at times he liked to sort of marinate in his sadness…… because when you are the one being victimized you cannot be a monster, right?  

dirt under his fingernails. holes in his socks. 

likes to do things that makes him feel in control of his life and his body. 

doesn’t kill bugs. catch n release. will hold a spider in his bare hands. sirius it’s okay it won’t hurt you. sirius please don’t kill it. pls.

likes being alone but not as much as he likes being around his friends :)

and basically everything @wolfbuck has ever said about him being welsh.

[marauderundercover]

This Side of Normal Chapter Four

Previous

AO3

Technically, it was an accident. Well, more than technically. It was definitely a legitimate accident that Jason figured out their secret identities only a month after meeting them. Chat Noir’s should’ve been the easiest, given the fact that he saw the boy on nearly every billboard in Paris. However, it wasn’t the billboards that gave it away. It wasn’t even the ungodly number of times the kid’s perfume ad came on the tv. No, it was the shocked “Jason” that the boy spluttered out when he bumped into him in front of the school. Without a mask. Yeah. Not subtle at all. Ladybug’s just fell into place after that. What with the tiny dark-haired girl shooting him worried glances as she patted Chat’s back. Chat Noir. Adrien Agreste. Agreste. Gabriel Agreste. Hawkmoth- fuck. That’s why the kid seemed so down every time they worked on a plan to prove Gabriel was Hawkmoth. Shit. Well that settles it. Hawkmoth was going down, and he was going down soon. The kids could handle themselves, and with Jason willing to fight with them...Gabriel won’t know what hit him. 

----

“Oh god. Oh god. I messed up. He’s not gonna help us anymore and I messed up and-” Adrien rambles, a panicked expression taking over his face. 

“Adrien, it’s okay. Please breathe, it’s okay.” Marinette says lowly, gently rubbing his back. 

“He knows who Hawkmoth is, Mari. He’s gonna think I’m a bad guy too.” Adrien whispers, his eyes filling with tears. Marinette’s heart breaks as she looks at her best friend and the crushed look on his face. 

“Jason’s a good guy. He’s always making sure we eat enough and take care of our injuries, and he always asks if we’re getting enough sleep. He’s like….he’s like our big brother. He’s not going to abandon us just because he knows your dad is a major jerk.” Marinette says matter-of-factly. Adrien frowns, but nods. 

“What do we do?” He asks. Marinette scrunches her eyebrows, not understanding the question. “I mean, what do we do about him knowing? Do we ask him to leave Paris? Or do we just act like we don’t know that he knows who we are?” 

“I think we wait, see if he brings it up. I trust him, Adrien. I know that we haven’t known him for long, but he’s always had our best interest in mind. He cares about us, and as much as it hurts to say, I think he cares more than Master Fu did.” 

“Why do I feel like everything’s gonna change?” Adrien asks, his voice small as he curls in on himself. 

“Because it is. But it’s not necessarily a bad change.” Marinette says, hoping her voice sounds cheerier than she feels. She’s also felt the shift coming for awhile, felt the way the air seemed to spark with energy. Adrien frowns again and Marinette wraps him in a hug, knowing that no matter how good the change would be for the majority of Paris, her best friend would be hurt. He would suffer, and there was nothing that she could do to take away all of the hurt that is sure to come. No matter how badly she wanted to. 

----

Jason paced the length of the roof, trying to figure out a way to broach the subject of identities with the kids. He didn’t want them to stop trusting him, but he also didn’t want them to feel like they <i>had<i> to confirm it. He also really didn’t want them to ask him to leave. How was he supposed to be there for them if he wasn’t allowed to <i>be<i> there? Thinking back to earlier this afternoon, Jason huffs in annoyance when he remembers how young both of them looked. Three years. For three goddamned years these kids had fought something bigger than themselves, and they had done so alone. Alone, with no one but other kids to help until even that was taken away from them. Taking a few shaky breaths, Jason tries to calm himself. There’s no way in hell he’s gonna let himself be controlled by some asshole in a butterfly costume. No way he’ll let that asshole use him against those kids. Someone clearing their throat makes Jason’s eyes shoot open as he looks over where he heard the noise. He grins, hoping the kid isn’t overthinking too much.

“Chat may be a little late tonight. He got caught up with something in his civilian life.” Ladybug says, dressed in her usual training clothes and domino mask, her arms wrapped around herself like she’s trying to hold herself together. 

“You okay Pixie Pop?” Jason asks, frowning. She purses her lips and Jason can tell she’s weighing how much she should say. Taking a chance, Jason says “I saw you guys today.” The girl sucks in a deep breath and nods. 

“Yeah, yeah I know.” She says, and Jason gives her a minute to collect herself and decide if she wants to say anything else about it. “How much do you know? I know you saw us, but…”

“I know his name. And I know what you look like behind a mask.” Jason says, and the girl nods before she starts pacing. 

“I trust you, Jason. I really do. And I told Chat that it would be okay and that you care about us, but if there’s even a small chance of you being akumatized you’ve gotta go because even though I trust you, I can’t risk my identity and his identity and I’m sure you understand that. Especially with who we think Hawkmoth is because it’s already bad but if he found out it would be even more bad and now Chat is worried that you’ll hate him because of you know, everything, and that’s why he’s not here yet because he’s scared that you’ll look at him differently and-” Ladybug rants, stopping as Jason kneels down to be eye level with her. 

“Hey Pix, I’m gonna need you to breathe okay. I told you that I would help you guys, and I’m not gonna leave just because Chat Noir got the short end of the stick. I don’t hate him, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let myself be akumatized. I’m here for you, both of you. And I’m not gonna let some jackass in a butterfly costume chase me off from helping you guys.” He says, talking in the voice he used when he was talking to street kids as Red Hood. The voice that was meant to be calming, but not patronizing. The voice that was laced with concern, and the reassurance that whoever he was talking to didn’t have to run away. That they were safe. 

“You’re really not gonna leave?” She asks in a small voice. Jason shakes his head. 

“No, I’m here. And I’m not just gonna ditch you guys. If anything, finding out who he is just made me wanna get this done quicker. Get him outta that house.” Jason says, and Ladybug nods. 

“Did you- did you want to know my name?” She asks, and Jason instantly sees the worry in her posture. She’ll tell him, but he can tell that she doesn’t want to. At all. Not that he blames her. A lot sits on her shoulders. Jason shakes his head. 

“You can tell me after, if you want. But you don’t have to say anything now, okay Pixie?” Jason smiles softly as Ladybug’s shoulders instantly relax. She grins and pulls out her phone, probably to tell Chat Noir that it’s safe for him to come. The two wait in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before a soft thud announces the kid’s arrival. 

“Hi Jay.” The boy says quietly, curled in on himself as he obviously prepares to be yelled at. 

“Hey kiddo. I’m not mad at you, you know that, right?” Jason asks, making sure to keep his body language relaxed despite how much he wants to go and beat the shit out of Gabriel Agreste. 

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” Chat asks, and Jason shakes his head. 

“I’ve met monsters, kid. And you’re sure as hell not one.” He says. 

“But my father-”

“I don’t give a damn about that piece of shit. You’re not him. You’re the kid who thought he could fit twelve marshmallows in his mouth. You’re the kid who cheers on LB no matter what. You’re the kid who makes god awful jokes, seriously the only one with worse jokes is my brother. You’re the kid who stepped up and helped to protect Paris when no one else would. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not your father and you’re definitely not a monster.” Jason says. Chat- no, Adrien lets out a choked sob and rushes forward, wrapping his arms around him. Jason freezes for a minute, before wrapping his arms around the kid, watching for butterflies. It’d be just their luck for Gabriel to akumatize Adrien when he was finally letting himself cry. Jason glanced over at LB, noting that she was also watching the skies. After a few minutes, Adrien’s cries slow down to sniffles before he takes a step back, his cheeks bright red under his mask. 

“Uh, I- um, sorry about that.” He apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“Don’t worry about it kid. What’re big brothers for?” Jason asks with a cheeky smirk. He snorts when he sees the kids’ eyebrows shoot up in surprise. 

“Did Buginette tell you about that?” Adrien asks, and this time it’s Jason’s turn for his eyebrows to shoot up. He glanced over at Ladybug, surprised to see her entire face bright red. 

“I er, um, no I didn’t.” She stammers out, looking everywhere but at Jason. 

“Tell me what?” Jason asks, still confused why the two were acting so weird. 

“Well, I, um, you see-” Adrien cuts off Ladybug. 

“She says you're our big brother.” Adrien says with a grin. Jason’s confused face is instantly replaced with a wide grin. 

“Well of course I am.” Jason says, unable to wipe the grin off his face. Jason snorted at the thought that Bruce was gonna have to get two more rooms ready at the manor (it was safer than Jason’s apartment and he was not about to put these two in any more danger than they’ve already been in for three years). 

“So big bro,” Adrien starts, his wide grin still stretched across his face. “What’s the plan?”

“We’re gonna get Hawkmoth’s miraculous. Tonight.”

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[yunopouts]

stars on the beach - k. doyoung

-> kim doyoung x reader

-> era: punch!

-> genre: crack, smut (barely)

-> w: smut, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, swearing, mentions of shitting (SORRY I FELT THE NEED TO MENTION THIS) tell me if i've missed anything

-> taglist: @doieclayed @foreverdy @neomulucased @ncteaxhoe

-> network: @nct-frathouse

-> a/n: here's a shitty blurb that i speed wrote. it's not detailed- definitely is actually very shitty i don't know what happened lmao

Your head rolled back as he kissed down your neck, enjoying the way his hands acted as if your body was the most brittle thing on earth- one sliding down your side while his right hand focused on your chest. His thumb grazed your nipple, making you moan loudly.

“Like that?” he asked, thumb now pressing down on the bud. He let out an arrogant laugh at your whine, enjoying the torture he was putting you through. You gasped when he took your nipple in between his teeth, tongue poking at the tip before sucking on it whole.

“I want you inside.” your voice was strained when it came out.

“If you promise to scream my name so loud we get a complaint, then you’ve got yourself a deal.” His voice was velvet smooth, like the devil. “Can you do that, beautiful?” You nodded eagerly, badly needing him. “Good.” he chuckled, giving you a closed-mouth smile, blinking once at you before feeling your core. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

As you were about to respond a vibrating noise came from your right, you both looked to the side table- where it was coming from. The man without a name looked back to you, his face now obscuring that you had been interrupted.

He opened his mouth to speak again but his voice was fading out and instead you heard a bang.

Snapping your eyes open at the sound of something hitting the floor, you sat up and looked around your room, searching for what had fallen. They were drawn to the phone that was vibrating on your carpet.

“What do you want, Mark?” You asked, picking up the call.

“Well hello to you too.” He chuckled

“You woke me up.” You grumbled. “Why are you even calling me at this ungodly hour?”

“Y/n, it's three thirty in the afternoon. You’re supposed to be here.”

“Where am I supposed to be? Need I remind you that it’s Saturday?”

“Need I remind you that you’re supposed to be at the house because you’re sleeping over?”

“Crap.” You cursed, scrambling to get out of bed.

“Watch your potty mouth, missy.” You could hear the stupid smirk he was wearing in that moment.

“Shut it, shit face.” You huffed. “I’ll see you in twenty.”

“That’s more like it. Bring your shit for tonight.”

“Watch your potty-” he cut you off as he hung up. You groaned, stalking over to the bathroom, you slumped down onto the counter, resting your head on your arms.

A vibration shot up your leg as someone sent you a text. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the notification— it was a text from mark.

-

lee [15:40] get off your counter and get ready, you turd.

you [15:41] tell the boys to clean the bathrooms or else i’ll give all of them swirlies after someone takes a dump

lee [15:42] we already did. and it won't be me getting a swirly cause i cleaned mine

you [15:43] tell hyuck to clean it again

lee [15:44] okay mom

you [15:45] don’t ever call me mom again unless you want me to shit on your pillow

read 15:45 pm

-

After getting ready you grabbed your duffle bag and ran to the front of your apartment, slipping on your shoes and speeding out the door. You were about to jog down the street all the way to the boys house, but stopped when there was a honk behind you.

You were about to tell them off when someone called your name, making you freeze in your tracks.

The voice from your dream.

“What are you doing? Get your ass in the car!” Mark yelled.

Slowly turning on your heel, you moved as slow as a turtle, not even daring to raise your gaze any higher— because if you did, you would be looking straight at the voice from your wet dream just an hour before.

“Hi Y/n,” the familiar velvety smooth voice cooed from the front seat.

“Hey.” you gulped, staring into the capturing eyes of the one person you were dreading to see.

Kim Doyoung.

-

“Oh fuck, my ass hurts.” Johnny groaned as he stretched his long limbs once he stepped out of his car after three hours of driving.

“Comere’ lemme massage it.” Jaehyun held out his hands, to which Johnny jokingly backed up, making Doyoung snort before he walked to the front door of the beach house.

You and Mark hopped out of the back after Jaehyun, and popped the trunk.

“What’s wrong with you?” Mark asked as the two of you unloaded the bags from the trunk of Johnny’s jeep. “You were silent the whole ride, what happened to you?”

“I had a sex dream…” you mumbled, yanking a bag out and swinging it over your shoulder.

“Okay, why would that impact-”

“About Doyoung.” the blond's eyes almost popped out of his head.

“You had a wet dream about- ow!” he winced, rubbing his arm after you punched it. “You had a wet dream about Doyoung?” Mark hissed. “What the fuck?”

“I know.” you whined, also confused as to why you had a lewd dream of Mark’s friend. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” Your head fell back in annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” A deep voice appeared beside you, making you flinch… hard. “Jeez, are you okay?” Jaehyun asked, steadying you out with both his hands on your biceps.

“She had a sensual dream about Doyoung.” Mark explained to the older boy and he gasped, eyes glowing.

“You’re so nasty.” He shimmied his shoulders, feigning a flirtatious tone. You rolled your eyes and groaned loudly.

“Would you guys please-”

“Who had a sensual dream about me?” Once again, you flinched, this time almost falling backwards after stepping on Mark’s foot— who was now yelling in pain.

“Mark did. He said he had a dream and he walked in on you rubbing one off.” Jaehyun lied straight through his teeth, but the man believed it, scrunching his nose.

“Oh, I thought you were talking about Y/n.” Jaehyun wheezed at the comment, nudging you in the ribs. Shooting him a look as you joined in, laughing awkwardly.

“Mark you dirty pig.” He sent you a glare before stabbing you with his own comeback.

“Well at least I didn’t have sex with my ex and moan Jaehyun’s name.”

“You did what?” The 97 liner looked down at you with an incredulous smirk before you turned to Mark, kissing your teeth.

“Shit.” The golden haired boy sprinted and you chased after him, Jaehyun following and taunting you from behind- leaving Doyoung standing alone, confused and surrounded by their luggages.

-

“Okay,” Taeyong clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “We need to figure out who is sleeping with who, and where. There are five bedrooms, so we can split equally.”

“Thank god.” Haechan mumbled. He had arrived earlier, along with Jungwoo, Yuta, Taeyong and Taeil, but they decided to wait for you to come to figure this out in a fair way. “I call Taeil!” He shouted, almost jumping out of his seat.

“I wanted Taeil.” Mark whined as he watched the younger boy sit in the eldests lap, wrapping his arms around his neck before sticking his tongue out at Mark.

“I’ll take Mark since y/n will kill him if she’s alone with him.” Yuta suggested, raising a hand.

“I can be with Taeyong;” Johnny hollered from the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“Woo.” Jaehyun patted the knees of the boy who was sitting in his lap.

“Okay so that leaves Doyoung and Y/n.” Mark and Jaehyun both looked at you as if they knew something, because they did. “Y/n are you cool with that

“Y-yeah sure; it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? Cause I can just sleep on the couch.” Doyoung stepped in, to which you shook your head.

“No, no it’s really fine. I bet you Doyoung is a better roommate than all of you.” You stuck out your tongue at the others who were gasping dramatically. “Except for Taeil;” The eldest let out a teasing laugh before someone began speaking again.

“They get the master bedroom.” Jaehyun added and you froze, catching his and Mark’s growing smile.

“Did say masterb-”

“Master room;” Doyoung muttered in your ear. You nodded slowly as tingles went down your spine, sitting back against the couch with a soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips. “Thanks man,” you missed the wink he sent the plotting pair.

“Anything to spare ourselves from her cursing us for taking the comfortable bed.” Hyuck said.

“You know, you guys make me out to be some scary monster that will bite your head off.”

“You bit my arm when I took the last Nanaimo bar!” Mark argued.

“Because I said I didn’t have one! How do you bring someone, who’s never been there, to B.C and not let them try an authentic desert?” You fought back.

“That’s kind of cruel, Mark.” Jungwoo mumbled, the others agreeing with him.

“We were in Coquitlam for another three days, you could have gone to Nanaimo on your own!”

“You were going to let a foreigner travel two and a half hours by herself?” Doyoung’s voice raised as the rest of the boys began to scold him too.

“Shameful.” Taeyong shook his head. Mark got up with a huff and began stomping away. “Get back here you dimwit, we didn’t decide the rooms.”

“I’m gonna go unpack.” Doyoung followed Mark in standing up. “Wanna come?” He asked, holding out a hand.

“Sure.” You took it and the older boy helped you up, leading you to the second floor.

-

Only when you let go to sit on the bed did you realize that you were still holding on to Doyoungs hand when you reached the room. It was nice, had eggshell coloured walls— very much like a beach house. The bed was nice too, white sheets on a king size mattress that sat on a rustic looking post bed. Everything in the room was the same eggshell colour as the walls, and the handles and knobs matched the metal posts of the bed frame.

“Which side do you normally sleep on?” Doyoung asked as he unloaded some of his clothes into a drawer, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I’m fine with any side.” you replied, hands running over the cool comforter.

“You sure you’re okay with sharing?” The boy turned to look at you, finding you with your back flat against the bed.

“We’re both adults.” Was all you said before he turned back, organizing his shirts as he let out a soft chuckle.

“Is it okay if I sleep on the right side, then?”

“Of course.”

“Cool, thank you.”

“No problem, Doyoung.”

You were about to start a different conversation to make yourself feel a bit more comfortable when Johnny appeared at your door.

“Beach in twenty?”

“It’s seven.” Doyoung stopped his movements and looked at the older boy.

“We’re going to a beach party.”

“Alcohol?” You strained your neck when peeked up at the older boy when he said ‘party’. Johnny laughed, nodding in response to your question.

“I’m a little tired from the drive, so I’m gonna pass.” Johnny nodded and left the room. Doyoung made his way to the bed, latching himself onto a bedpost. “Do you want me to get out?” you shook your head.

“I’m just gonna wear this.” the both of you laughed lightly. “You really not gonna go?” propping yourself up on your elbows, you cocked your head to the side. He pushed up the clear-frame glasses that sat perched on that perfect nose of his, smiling down softly at you.

“Nah, I think I’m just going to chill; I kinda wanna take a nap.” You hummed gratefully when he helped you up again.

Doyoung accidentally pulled you with too much force, forcing you to come crashing into his chest. He grunted as you stumbled back, the boy's arms wrapping around your waist. He was warm and he smelt like an enchanting fabric softener. You stayed that way for a few extra seconds, Doyoung wanting to stay in your grip, and you in his- but it all came to an end when a phone vibrated on the dresser.

You jolted back and picked up the phone, reading the message. “I-I’m gonna go.”

“Y-yeah, yeah. Um… have fun.”

“You too.” you replied awkwardly, practically running out the door.

-

“So, you have a boyfriend?” a random guy next to you raised a brow as he slurred his words.

“No,”

“Do you wanna-” “No, I don’t want to fuck you.” rolling your eyes, you turned on your heel and walked away, towards the group of boys that were on top of each other.

“Y/N!!!!” Haechan raised his hands in the air, spilling his tequila shot on Taeyongs head. “Oh whoops.” he sniggered.

“How’s your grinding going?” you asked, staring at the group of drunken friends- only one, Jungwoo, was completely sober.

“Only Jaehyun and Johnny have gotten somewhere.” Mark, who’s cheeks were a dark red, was pouting.

“As expected.” you sighed, sipping from your beer bottle. “Oh fuck, it’s already two.” you cursed, checking your phone before sliding it in your back pocket again. “I’m gonna go; don’t really want to be hit on by anyone anymore.”

They wished you farewell before you began your short journey back to the house. When you got to the front door, you kicked off your flip flops and entered. Quietly but quickly, you made it up the stairs and opened the door. You did a double take before your eyes zeroed in on the sight in front of you.

There you saw Doyoung, laying on the bed half naked, with his cock in hand, moaning your name. It would be a lie if you said it wasn’t hot- because it most definitely was, your heart might have even skipped a beat.

What are you, a pervert? You scolded yourself and tried to shut the door as discreetly as possible but he called your name again, this time, not in a moan- but in a calm manner.

“Stay.” his voice was raspy before it turned into a soft moan. Locking the room once you entered, you kept your back pressed to the cool wood of the door. “Come.” he ordered and like a trained dog, you obeyed, slowly making your way to the bed.

“Can I…” the words came out as a whisper, but he still heard and agreed.

His hand ghosted over yours, letting you take hold of his member, whimpering at your cold touch. You began by grazing your thumb over the slick slit, pressing down just enough for him to pinch your thigh in annoyance. Smiling, you began to work your wrist, moving your hand in swift motions so good it made Doyoung’s thighs shake.

“Fuck,” his noises left his mouth breathlessly as he bucked his hips into your fist. “Hmm, wait, stop.” you paused, body going still. “Strip, I wanna fuck you.”

You gasped at his words, but removed your clothing with his help. Doyoung held your waist as you mounted him with your knees on either side of his own torso. “Slowly;” he mumbled, bringing you down on his dick.

“Doyoung,” you sighed while he leaned forward to place his lips on yours. They were soft and supple, everything you’ve ever wanted in a pair of lips that had the job of kissing you. Once he bottomed out and made sure you were comfortable, Doyoung held your ass to guide you in moving up and down, all the while he pulled you in close so that his mouth could reach your nipple. Taking the bud in his mouth, his soft tongue grazed over it softly before sucking and pulling on it. Even though it was the simplest of actions, you were being so vocal- and Doyoung loved that. Your whines only egged him on, pushing you further, forcing you to cry out louder.

As your hips rolled with his, Doyoung became harsher with his thrusts, handling you like you were a toy- like you were as light as a feather.

“Not to sound like a creep, but I’ve dreamt of this moment.” he panted out as his cock hit a new length. “I’m pretty sure you have too, if I’m not mistaken.”

You couldn’t say a word, when you tried to, only a grunt of pleasure left you- making the boy under you chuckle. Almost screaming when his thumb reached your clit, rubbing intensely on the nub, like it was a mission of his, like his life depended on it. “Fuck, Doyoung… fuck, Doy-”

“Close?” he asked. He took you letting out a long whine as a hint and started thrusting faster and harder. “Don’t be shy baby,” he tugged you closer by his grip on the back of your neck. “Cum for me.” he whispered in your ear.

When your eyes rolled back, you saw stars; stars one the ceiling, stars on the beach, stars in his eyes- everywhere, there were stars everywhere.

When he felt his cock twitch, he stopped moving you- even though you were at the very end of your high. You watched for yourself- what Doyoung looks like when he comes, and you can now proudly say that it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. With his lips slightly parted, head tilted back against the wall and fingers digging into your sides, he let go, ropes of white painting your walls.

A few minutes later, once you were clean and laying beside him, you mumbled to Doyoung, “You knew?” cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Of course I knew, Mark would’ve acted the exact same way you did if he had a wet dream of me.” that didn’t make you feel better. “But, I also had one… of you.” he made sure to say.

“Was it good?”

“It was good, but not as good as this.” he smiled, pecking you softly on the lips.

[ignitedbynatsu]

Flour Bomb

A/N: Do I post at the most ungodly hours for my readers in the US? Probably. Do I screw myself by doing so? Yeah, I guess... BUt don’t care 🤷I have this weird obsession when I’m done writing something that I have to get it out as soon as possible 👀 That being said, here is the Natsu x children shenanigans @pro-crastinator14 requested! Hope you like it ❤️

Warnings: swearing

Genre: crack, fluff

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"Please don't leave us with those three" Gray pleaded as you bid your goodbye to the guild.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told the ice mage as you gave Mira-Jane a hug.

"Then take them with you" he huffed. He was absolutely not looking forward to spending the day with those three troublemakers, especially with you gone.

"I can't, it's some private stuff with the family about our father's will" you explained before giving him a reassuring smile "You'll be fine, I'll be back by tonight.

"Nalu! Kenji! Promise me you'll behave and don't make it too hard on your dad" you crouched down to their level, so you could look them in the eyes and show then you were serious.

"We promise mommy!" Your eldest promised as she placed her hand over her heart, her younger brother soon mimicking her.

"Natsu, the same goes for you" you eyed your husband as you stood straight again. He was in an intense staring contest with Gray but turned to you as soon as he heard his name fall from your lips.

"When do I ever not behave?" He smiled sheepishly. Happy piped up "how about never?"

Natsu shot him a glare before giving you a loving smile "We'll be fine. Now go, you don't want to be late, do you?"

You pressed your lips against his, lingering a little longer than you'd normally do, only breaking apart when you felt your children hug your legs. "Bye, mommy!"

And with that you were gone, leaving the soon-to-be chaos-filled guild behind you for the day.

"Alright so, you'll go to uncle Gray and tell him something's in your water bottle and when he bends down, you squeeze the bottle, spraying him with water" this is how nearly the whole day had passed. Natsu and his children prank everyone in the guild. From putting fake spiders around the bar to scare Mira-Jane to colouring Levy's glasses, resulting in her having dark circles around her eyes. No one was safe.

"Natsu, that's enough!" A covered in strawberry cake Erza growled as she towered over the fire dragon slayer. They had hidden a small balloon in her cake so when she went to grab a bite with her fork, the small dessert went flying everywhere.

Everyone in the guild had a matching expression, showing how fed up everyone was with the pranks. "Fine, fine we'll stop, right kids?"

"Yep! Here you go daddy" Kenji handed him a mug with what Natsu presumed was beer, so he took a swing. It didn't take long before he spits the beverage out, tasting soap instead of the bitterness of the golden liquid.

The two children ran away laughing "Oh no, what have I started"

Everyone was on high alert for the two little monsters that were your children "this is your fault" Gajeel growled as everyone was looking for them.

"We were just having a little fun, how was I supposed to know they wouldn't know when to stop?" Natsu tried to defend himself.

"They're your kids, are you really that surprised they don't have an off button?" Lisanna deadpanned.

Natsu grumbled, knowing she was right and that he shouldn't have let it go this far "has anyone found them?"

Everyone gathered in the middle with no success, unbeknownst to them, walking right into the two children's biggest prank yet "flour bomb!"

How the two managed to get that much flower up there without anyone noticing was an absolute mystery, but as the words fell from the two young mages mouths, an avalanche of white powder flew down, covering the whole guild and their mages in the process.

"Nalu! Kenji!" Natsu yelled at his children, but the two had already run from the scene, the only thing that could be heard was their laughter.

"Shit! We have to clean this up before (Y/N) comes back" the fire mage cursed as realization dawned upon him.

"We?" Gray laughed "Oh, good luck buddy"

Gray patted his shoulder as he and the others piled out of the guild "Wait! Where are you going?"

"To get cleaned up and go to another bar!" Cana called over her shoulder "have fun with your monsters"

A couple more profanities left Natsu's lips as he peered to the guild, hoping to catch even a glimpse of his children.

"There are footsteps here" Happy announced who had flown up to where they had last seen the two.

"Happy you're a genius!" Once Natsu had climbed up the two followed the trail that led them to a small crawl space underneath the roof.

The dragon slayer poked his head in and there indeed where the two troublemakers "Nalu. Kenji. That's enough. Get your asses down"

The two shared a glance, they had never seen their father this serious before. They obeyed his order and quietly made it back downstairs.

"We're sorry, daddy, we didn't mean to make everyone mad" both their head hung low in shame as they prepared themselves to get yelled at.

Natsu sighed, knowing that he was partly to blame in all of this "it's not all your fault, I should've put my foot down sooner."

"So you're not upset with us?" Nalu lifted her head as she looked at her father with glossy eyes.

"I wouldn't say that, but I think cleaning this mess is punishment enough, so I won't yell at you" Natsu patted his daughter's head.

So the four got to work, trying their best to get rid of all the flour, but it was literally everywhere. Halfway through, the two children had fallen asleep, leaving Natsu and Happy to get rid of the rest.

"What happened here" you gasped as you took notice of the mess in front of you. Both your children were covered in flour and knocked out on a table, while Natsu and Happy, who were also covered in flour, were sweeping the floor.

"(Y/N)! You're back early!" Natsu's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when he heard your voice. Your eyes narrowed at him as you awaited an explanation.

He sighed as he placed the broom against a table and glanced at Nalu and Kenji "A prank that got a little out of hand, but" he rushed to say as you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance "before you yell at us, we all knew we were in the wrong and learned from our mistakes. We even decided to clean up as punishment for our behaviour"

Your eyes cast upon your children, still not saying a word so Natsu decided to continue with his apology "we're really sorry, I'm really sorry. I know you put trust in us, and we broke it"

"I'm never leaving you three alone again" you sighed "but it's fine, you saw that you were in the wrong and took responsibility. Let's finish cleaning up and get them home, shall we?"

By the time you were done, the moon was high in the night sky. "You sure you're not mad at me?"

Natsu's voice was hushed as he carried a sleeping Nalu in his arms while you carried Kenji. "No, you'll always be a troublemaker, but you're my troublemaker and I wouldn't have it any other way"

[sugoui]

BTS Reaction ⁙ Sneaking You Away From the Party. [ fratboy!au ]

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k i m  s e o k j i n ⇀ “Wait,” you quickly say, stopping in the middle of the hallway that led to the only vacant room within the large house party, “I can’t leave my friend alone-”

“Wasn’t she the one whom left you alone to begin with?” He questions with a raised brow, and you press your lips together at the thought. Damn, you think, his hand tugging yours as he begins to pull you once again down the corridor; leading you to what you assume is his dark cave, he got you there.

The second he has you in the bedroom, which you assume is his, he pushes you against the door without notice to which you yelp in surprise, and his fingers are quick to flick the straps of your dress over your shoulders.

“Now,” he says, breath so close to your neck as it instantly sends shivers down your spine, “where shall we start?”

m i n  y o o n g i ⇀ This man was a monster.

He had absolutely no qualms in wrapping his hand around your waist and melting your tense body into his own. The music was blasting, loud enough you swore the ceiling had shed dust with every beat, but his voice was ungodly entrancing – his lips tickling your ears and turning you on in an instant.

Yoongi stole a handful of chips before shoving the snack into his mouth as he led you through the kitchen, and maybe you were a little tipsy, but you certainly do not remember how this man had teleported you into his own quarters within the large frat-house. He was kissing you so impatiently yet passionately one second, and the next, was lazily plopped onto the sofa with his whole dick out.

“Sit on me,” he yawned, waiting for you to do as he says, to which you gladly comply.

j u n g  h o s e o k ⇀ You had no idea how you had ended up inside the bedroom with the most beautiful man you have ever got the chance of meeting in your life.

And to put it shortly, you were a nervous wreck.

He had somehow sweet-talked your best friend into letting him borrow you for the night, and now here you were laying on his bed with your thin dress rolled up to the tips of your shoulders. You were bare, and he was slipping into you, yet throughout it all, all you can hear is the number of footsteps and screeching music taking place right outside his door as you hugged your face to hide from everything.

“Hey,” Hoseok grumbled, making you stiffen slightly, “look at me.”

He chuckles softly when his fingers untangle your arms from your vision, and he takes this chance to thrust his whole shaft into you as you squeak from the unexpected pleasure.

“Much better.”

k i m  n a m j o o n ⇀ He had successfully snuck you away, and you regretted nothing.

It had been minutes since the aftermath and your breathing had slightly calmed, yet your body was a sweating mess. You wanted to look at the man beside you but you were too scared, thinking he’d regret ever doing anything with you the second he looks you in the eye. So you get up abruptly, squinting through the dark room to find any parts of your clothing, “I should–”

“Hey, hyung–” the door blasts open, and you don’t have time to think before Namjoon possessively hugs you and glares at the intruder with all his might.

“Get out,” he growls, and the door is instantly slammed before the older sighs softly, embracing you tighter before pulling you both back under the covers laying between you two, “sorry about that, jagi.”

His voice calms you, making your heart swell as you didn’t want this moment to be over anytime soon, and his next words has you smiling in relief.

“So when can I officially take you out?”

p a r k  j i m i n ⇀ “Not having any fun?”

Frowning, you look up to a boy who looks mildly innocent, fluffy mop of hair adorning his head as he smiled cutely. Sighing, you decide to answer to the poor guy, “I don’t even want to be here.”

And he grins.

You claim that the whole party feels uncomfortable, and he insists on showing you the most comfortable seat in the house. And it isn’t until minutes later, after following him throughout the chaotic home and hoping for the night to turn for the better, that you realize that this man is the epitome of poison.

He had you within the palm of his hand the second you replied to him, and played you like a drum when you both later escaped the bottom floor of the party, and had entered his battlefield once the door clicked to signify it had been locked.

His innocent facade cracked into one of a demon, and he sat flushed against his recliner as he rammed into you. You screamed in pleasure as he had hit your bundle of nerves perfectly with each thrust, and when he slid your dress over your shoulders to bite into your breasts, you enjoyed every bit of it.

“Comfy,” he says, and you fall into him once he squeezes your ass, “isn’t it?”

k i m  t a e h y u n g ⇀ This wasn’t the night that you were expecting.

He had found you chilling outside and away from all the commotion by your lonesome, and your plan was to wait for your best friend to get her fair share of drinks before you both bounced your way out of there. But he was playing with cards, and immediately had you at checkmate.

There were mirrors within every crevice of his room, and you could vividly remember watching his shaft roughly push into you and out which had you finishing in seconds from the erotic view. It was all too much, and you could feel him still going and turning you into a mess, before you nearly pass out from all the pleasuring pressure.

You were in tears when it was over, staring at the ceiling and basking in the after sex. The blond kisses your cheek, before pulling your sensitive body into his chest, and he just..breathes.

“Fuck,” he whines, letting his lips tickle your neck, “I don’t want to let you go.”

j e o n  j u n g k o o k ⇀ It wasn’t that the boy snuck you away from the party, but that you ran into him.

You stumbled into what you thought was an empty room only to find him playing video games, party outfit on but obviously barricaded away from the event his own brothers’ had created. He looked beyond terrified at the sight of seeing a random girl enter his own private space, and doesn’t hesitate to ask after some time on why you still hadn’t had the decency to leave.

“Why are you even here?” You counter, sounding more stupid than ever. You were drunk and bored and horny, and all in all, just wanted to sleep it all away. But if life was all about sparkles and glitter, you would have gotten to sleep in your own bed.

“Well if you want to rest on my bed, it comes with a price.” He grumbles childishly, buttons pressing against his controller maniacally as he glances to you every few seconds as he waits for you to leave.

But instead, you let your dress plop to the floor. And he smiles.

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[hiccanna-tidbits]

okay, okay but hear me out!

Hiccanna, Moanida and Jackunzel (and maybe someone else if u want) going on a holiday trip together (it could be sea or lake or just swimming pool).

And that three couples playing "chicken fight game"~ When u have to sit on partner shoulder or ridding piggy-back and knock down or separate the other couple!

sksksks just imagine the fun and the chaos!! hahaha

Okay SO I recently watched Palm Springs so I’m just imagining The Gang going to like…a fancy pool resort in like Arizona??? SURE LET’S GO WITH THAT

I’m imagining the only resort the gang could afford to stay at is someplace out in the middle of Arizona or something

It takes a LOT of persuading to get Jack to go, because he haaaaates deserts. Rapunzel basically has to beg. Moana finally managed to bribe him with really good homemade ice slushies. (She’s used to making smoothies for Merida, so how hard can slushies be??? Just throw in some ice!)

Rapunzel offers to help Moana with the slushies, since she gave Jack SO many puppy dog eyes to get him to come. Since they’ve got two people working on them, they’re REALLY good slushies. Jack approves.

Anna also tries to convince Elsa to go, but the perpetually-single Elsa is just like “Um, deserts? Sunburns? Being indefinitely stuck with gross couples doing gross couple stuff?!? Yeah no thank you”

Hiccup tries to wake everyone up at like 6 am to go hiking because "that's when the desert iguanas are out guys!!! C'mon, we have to go!!!" Anna is only persuaded to go after Hiccup makes her coffee--she really wants to make her bf happy, but also mornings can suck her dick. Rapunzel is more than happy to go, because she loves mornings anyways!!! And oh my god, IGUANAS!!! Jack, Merida, and Moana are like "oh FUCK no" and put the pillow back over their head, shoo Hiccup away, and go back to sleep.

On their hike, Hiccup just goes "!!!!!!!" about every reptile he sees. Snake, lizard, horny toad, literally anything with scales will send the boy into an excited frenzy. Rapunzel has similar reactions. Anna could not love both of them more.

At one point, they stumble across a gila monster sunbathing, and Rapunzel is overtaken with the unwavering desire to adopt him. She gets Hiccup on board, and he tries to lure the lizard over with a dusty piece of a snake carcass he found (Anna tried to tell him he really shouldn't touch that, but he was not to be swayed and Anna ended up figuring he could just wash his hands really well when they got back). Anna finds herself in the unusual position of having to be the Voice of Reason, having to be like “hey uh I think this might be illegal and stuff??? Also aren't they poisonous???”

(I know what you're thinking. Bold of you to assume Anna knows the difference between poisonous and venomous.)

Rapunzel literally CANNOT stop gushing to Jack about all the wildlife she saw when she gets back! Jackrabbits! Kangaroo rats! Roadrunners! Peccaries! Centipedes! Jack has only mild to moderate interest in desert ecology, but loves hearing his gf gush so he listens attentively anyways. 

Anna and Rapunzel definitely hit up the gift shops in the resort town at some point, and go ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT HOGWILD buying gifts for everyone. They probably max out their credit cards. It's embarrassing, really. But Anna gets Hiccup an absolute shitton of those little wall lizard things and he nearly cries tears of joy when he sees them, so it's all worth it, really.

Moana will not leave the pool like. The entire time. The girl is just obsessed with being in the water, honestly. She gets restless, though, and can't just stand in the pool and vibe--she needs to constantly be moving and swimming around or she'll explode. Merida is more than happy to indulge her by hanging out in the poor with her, but Merida is also constantly challenging her to swim races--a very dumb idea, considering Moana is on the high school swim team and water polo team. Merida, naturally, is an extremely sore loser and is not above excessive pouting, splashing, yelling in angry Scottish, and dunking her girlfriend in revenge. It's at least entertaining for all of their friends to watch.

Jack keeps fucking taking huge buckets of ice from the ice machine and dumping them in the pool. At first he only does this because he keeps griping about the pool not being cold enough (this boy will accept nothing less than sitting in the goddamn arctic ocean), but after her figures out that it pisses off his friends, he takes to pouring said ice directly over their heads. Merida has threatened to murder him several times for this.

Hiccup and Anna's main pool activity is just lazing around on their pool floaties (Anna has a duck one, Hicccup has a dragon one because obviously), sipping cocktails, and just generally vibing. Through some ungodly mixture of pure charisma and a fake ID that Rapunzel helped photoshop, Jack manages to talk his way into getting the whole group access to alcohol. Hiccup is a sangria or Moscow Mule kinda guy while Anna usually gets a Pina Colada or a Sex on the Beach (she's aspec, so she literally will not stop joking about the irony of this). Merida makes a game out of attempting to tip over their floaties and dunk them. Jack, chaos gremlin that he is, puts aside his usual rivalry with Merida to join in. They have a surprisingly strong dunking alliance.

Hiccup and Anna try to form a syndicate of their own, and try to lounge on the same floatie so that they can protect each other while fighting off Jack and Merida together. Unfortunately neither of their floaties were made to hold 2 peoples' weight, so the one they're on ends up tipping over, spilling their cocktails everywhere and dunking them anyways. Jack and Merida consider this a Win By Default.

Moana of course loops everyone into playing water polo at some point. Unfortunately some idiot decided it would be a good idea to let Merida of all people pick the teams, which means of course that they are incredibly rigged. It's Moana, Merida and Anna vs. Jack, Rapunzel, and Hiccup, so basically The Jocks vs. The Nerds (although admittedly Anna is more of a softcore jock--she's nowhere near on Moana or Merida's level, but she's still more naturally athletic than Hiccup, Rapunzel, or Jack). Naturally, Jock Team absolutely whoops Nerd Team's ass. Jack gets salty and demands a rematch. ...Jock Team kicks Nerd Team's ass again.

Throughout all of this, no one thinks to just...rearrange the teams a little. Merida was counting on this. All according to plan.

In the titular chicken game (yes, I remembered, don't worry!), it's Merida on Moana's shoulders (Moana swims and has a lot of upper body strength, what can I say?), Hiccup on Anna's shoulders (I mean...Hiccup's a twig, and Anna HAS to have a fair amount of upper body strength from throwing busts around and punching men off boats and such), and Punz on Jack's shoulders (Jack's pretty lithe and good at keeping his balance while jumping around, so he's their best candidate for not just falling over).

Jack and Rapunzel actually manage to stay in the game longer than anyone expects--their primary strategy is “be good at dodging and staying out of the way while Merida and Hiccup duke it out.” And it works! As limber as Hiccup is, Anna's not nearly as coordinated as Jack and is no match for Moana's sturdy footing. Also, neither Anna nor Hiccup are prepared for how goddamn ruthless and determined to win Merida is. Even though they really, really should have been. I mean...have you met Merida???

When it comes down to Merida-Moana and Rapunzel-Jack, Mer feels a little bad for having to go up against Pure Sweet Punzie. Unfortunately, Rapunzel turns out to be a very hardcore fighter when she puts her mind to it, and Merida is much more evenly matched than she initially thought and realizes she must use her Full Power. It definitely helps her snap out of Going Soft when Jack starts brutally roasting Merida in particular (as per usual). Merida gets a rage-fueled Second Wave, and finally manages to knock Rapunzel over in one foul swoop. Merida and Moana are victorious!

Moana and Merida basically always shower together after a day at the pool. They claim it's because they both know how to handle curly hair in chlorine, and just like to wash each other's hair, but the rest of the gang is pretty sure that's not all that's going on in there.

One day, Anna hits up the resort town alone to buy some kind of secret gifts for her friends with what little money she has left (this girl seriously has no chill when it comes to buying presents).  She goes past this huge, fancy ice cream shop and she's like “!!!! OMG!!! I'm gonna surprise all my buddies with pints of their faves!!!” She just gets super hyped and buys everyone ice cream, getting so caught up in the thrill of it that she forgets that she'll have to like. Drive all this back all the way back to the resort in the rental car. In like. You know. 110+ degree weather.

By the time she gets back to the resort, the ice cream is, of course, goop. Poor Anna, feeling incredibly dumb and like an utter failure of a friend, just kind of bursts into tears. Like damn. This is too much. She was gonna make all her pals so happy, and all for naught! Jack just kinda shrugs and throws all the melted ice cream cartons in the freezer anyways. Once they're (partially) re-frozen, Rapunzel and Moana make slushies with them. They actually come out pretty decent. Anna is substantially cheered up.

Moana prepares some tropical fruit platters for everyone to snack on. Rapunzel tries to “improve” them by adding chocolate sauce and nutella to half of them. Sometimes it works (I mean...bananas and strawberries with chocolate and/or nutella is pretty solid). Other times it just tastes...very weird. Merida gest frustrated and yells at Rapunzel for “ruining all of her girlfriend's good mangoes.”

Jack just thinks this whole thing is so funny, and decides to swap the chocolate sauce with barbecue sauce to cause further chaos. Absolute mayhem ensures. Everyone has a bad time. Except for Anna, who apparently is just a freak who enjoys eating pineapple slices dipped in barbecue sauce.

At some point, Merida gets really drunk on appletinis or some shit and signs the entire group up for a local archery competition. Much to everyone's chagrin, it's no refunds. Naturally, basically everyone sans Merida does terrible. Rapunzel and Hiccup very nearly shoot themselves, while Jack and Anna come very close to  accidentally shooting a group of referees (although Jack might have done this on purpose). Moana gets the farthest, if only because Merida's taught her how to shoot a bow at some point. Merida actually ends up winning--although unfortunately, the prize is $20 and a very cheap plastic trophy (which Merida STILL manages to find a way to break before the trip is even over).

The rest of the group is much more amicable to the concept of going on hikes when said hikes are in the evening. Hiccup and Rapunzel are still excitedly chattering about the local ecosystems the entire time, and Jack and Anna are just kind of looking at their nerdy SOs like “<3 <3 <3″ Moana and Merida, meanwhile, are just kinda vibing in the back, passively listening in and watching the desert sunset.

Rapunzel manages to capture Mer and Mo's interest and gets them to participate more with geology, of all things. Merida just thinks rocks are cool (especially when they can be thrown at people bothering her!), while Moana likes learning about the physical history of places--how water can carve out landscapes, and all that. Hiccup and Jack just kind of exchange a look like “I had no idea that they were into rocks, but...the more you know, I guess???”

Jack makes fun of every reptile they see, mainly to piss Hiccup off. Unfortunately it has the opposite effect, and Hiccup can't help but be entertained--mainly because Jack's insults are so weirdly specific and over-the-top that they loop around to being hilarious. Seriously, he keeps saying shit like “Those are the lamest scales I've ever seen. Absolutely drab, and not nearly shiny enough to prove that nature is beautiful. 0/10.” and “Ohhhh, this fucking rattlesnake think's he's so scary, with his dumb percussion instrument tail!!! I could be more intimidating with a mean look and a large pair of maracas!”

At some point, a bunch of tourists riding donkeys pass them. Anna, Rapunzel, and Merida just absolutely lose their shit fangirling over how cute the donkeys are, thus exposing all three of them as the unabashed Horse Girls they are. Hiccup, Jack, and Moana find this extremely amusing, and definitely aren't above teasing their girlfriends about it. Hiccup asks if next time they take a couples' vacation, the Horse Gang (as Moana insists on nicknaming them) would like to go to a ranch instead.

Anna gets like. Obsessed with palm trees. Like they're just so pretty and exotic and tropical!!! OMG!!! And they definitely don't have them wherever the gang is from in this AU. (Also if griping about Elsa not having "tropical powers" is anything to go by, she DOES canonically like the tropics!) She has to take a picture of like...every palm tree on her phone. And considering the gang is in Arizona, that means Anna is stopping to take a picture like...every 2 minutes. Rapunzel catches onto the fact that Anna likes them, and paints her a picture with some when Punz has the time. Anna definitely cries when she sees it. Hiccup can't do nearly that good, but he does buy her some little plastic figurine ones in a gift shop that she can put in her room. Anna also cries about this. She just cries whenever any of her friends indulge her random fixation on palm trees. Surely she doesn't deserve such niceties!!!

Rapunzel is just. In love with the desert landscape tbh. Like the huge funky cacti!!! The shrubs!!! The desert wildflowers!!! The mesas!!! All of it!!! So of course she needs to pull out her easel and paint it. Jack walks by one day and sees her working on it and, partly just to troll her, he's like “put some snow in it!” As he walks away, Rapunzel just stops like “wait...that'd actually be such a great idea for a surrealist-type fantasy piece!!!” After she finishes the main landscape, she adds an overcoat of little puffs of snow on top of everything, and has some clumps falling off of the cacti. When she shows Jack, he just about cries tears of joy, but frantically tries to hide it. She gives the painting to him as a present at the end of the trip. He hangs that shit front-in-center in his room and cherishes it forever and ever.

At some point, Jack gets the ingenious idea that he's going to prank Merida by catching a tarantula and leaving it in her room. It's one of the harmless ones--Jack fact-checks this by offhandedly asking Hiccup and framing it as a casual interest in local etymology. Still, Merida screams far louder than is at all dignified, and also probably loud enough to wake a neighboring country. Rapunzel later has to physically hold Merida back to keep her from absolutely beating Jack into a pulp. Rapunzel also manages to get the World's Largest Sheet of Cardboard and the World's Largest Cup and somehow manages to get the damn thing back outside.