#still working on posts -- i am doing some Shenanigans that i hope i can pull off

[enniewritesathing]

may get new internet tomorrow 👀

[wordsinhaled]

something something established relationship shenanigans ~*~ there was more i wanted to add to this, but i had to wallop a pretty impressive bout of imposter syndrome into submission to post this, so i'm just gonna let it float off down the river the way it is <3

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Hob wakes up with his mind already on Dream.

He pictures Dream getting his morning coffee—holding the steaming cup, lid off, the “M” in “Morfius” scribbled on the side peeking out from beneath his grip. They do tend to misspell it, Hob's noticed, in some occasionally tragic ways.

Dream would scoff and say, “This is precisely why I tell them my name is Murphy..." Hob would get his pen out of his shirt pocket and correct Dream's name for him. The ink would feather on the styrofoam, of course, and he'd probably need to tune the nib later, but it'd be worth it for the lift in Dream's forlorn expression, for the tiny satisfied smile it earned.

Hob’s thoughts drift to Dream during his lectures, too.

He remembers how they’d sat up in Hob’s bed together one evening earlier in the week while Hob skimmed through the assigned reading and marked pages in the book with sticky note flags to correspond to his discussion questions. How Dream had said to him, eventually, “You should not do your work in bed, Hob. Beds are to be used for sleep.”

How Dream’s hand had wandered up Hob’s thigh under the covers and curled around his hip, and he'd rubbed small circles there with his thumb, until Hob had looked over at him, and put down his book at last, and said, amused, “Your mind seems a bit far from sleep, love."

He'd found Dream’s eyes sparkling at him, mischievous and starry-dark, before Dream leaned over and took his reading glasses from his face, and said, “Beds can be for other things as well, of course.”

(In the end, Hob was in fact no longer doing that sort of work in bed, so he guesses Dream won that one.)

There’s a knock on Hob’s office door around noon.

Hob is expecting a student, or a colleague, but instead it’s Dream—his Dream, but not quite the same as ever: longer- and wilder-haired, leather-jacketed, taller than usual, an assortment of earrings and studs glinting in his ears.

Hob lights up.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Your thoughts have circled me rather insistently today,” Dream says, “and there was not much to do in the Dreaming. I thought I might visit.”

Hob knows there is always something for Dream to do in the Dreaming—knows Dream is, effectively, taking an actual break if he is here now. It makes his heart feel full to know his lover is choosing to share this scant, stolen time with him—and even more so to know Dream has, for once, done something for himself, however small.

He walks around his desk, kisses Dream hello. Dream tastes, impossibly, like the cinnamon latte Hob had imagined he'd have ordered that morning. He has to kiss him again to make sure; and once more after that, slow and indulgent; until he remembers he has actual work to do, and then he pulls back and touches his fingertips to Dream's choker. “This is new, darling. What’s this look, then?”

“I am... experimenting,” Dream says, the tiniest bit smug. Hob gives him the kind of thorough once-over that he hopes communicates his appreciation raucously enough.

“I’ve been attacking my emails,” he says, going regretfully back to his chair, “they’re never-ending, I swear. And I’ve got a Zoom with Liam about his writing project at two. But I hope you’ll stay anyway? Sit anywhere you like.”

“Of course,” Dream says. “I would not dream of keeping you from your tasks, Hob.” 

Hob just raises his eyebrows at him, pointed, until Dream laughs—a sound that used to be so rare, one Hob is still getting used to being able to evoke. It's an odd little noise, different every time; today it’s pitched low, somewhere between a cat’s purr and a human chuckle, and the vibration of it strokes a gentle but insistent warmth down Hob’s spine.

He expects he’ll accomplish remarkably little, if things go on this way.

Sit anywhere you like proves to be a difficult invitation. Hob’s office is largely taken up by his desk and his bookshelves on the best of days; his bicycle and umbrella vie for one corner. Most of the remaining space is currently occupied by a massive box, which contains Hob’s most recent order of secondhand books. Seating for visitors is almost an afterthought at the minute.

Yet Dream accepts Hob's challenge with aplomb, settles on the unopened box as though it is as good as any throne to him, and Hob returns to clearing out his messages.

He can feel Dream watching him, but whenever he glances up over the top of his computer, Dream has his nose buried in some tome or other plucked from Hob’s shelf. The afternoon passes like this—all through Hob’s Zoom call, during which Hob listens more distractedly than he'd like to Liam's latest additions to his thesis draft, and sweats lightly under the heat of Dream's gaze.

The moment his meeting is done, Hob snaps his laptop shut, the resounding click making Dream look up from the copy of Women's Libraries in Late Medieval Bourbonnais, Burgundy, and France he'd been perusing.

"Want to get out of here?" Hob asks.

[kiwinatorwaffles]

I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?

hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!

i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!

also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright

(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)

hermitcraft longfics:

the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!

leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!

Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting

dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!

hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:

for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D

the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it

a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!

Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?

other mcyt fics/crossovers:

late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D

every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh

The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.

Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time

dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.

devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.

Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.

stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is

Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!

TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.

if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!

it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!

how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.

smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.

ballad of etho’s lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.

i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!

edit: the fics are out! here they are!

hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D

private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!

[acutecoral]

So with the Train Station being worked on for the next few days...I've been thinking what it could be about, right? Because things are ramping up and a lot of things can happen in a week and it doesn't help that we're getting so many hints about shit hitting the fan so

Because the train station wouldn't just be closed because of the dark matter clean up. It's definitely something else.

So here's what I'm thinking...it might be related to Protocol AB, the thing they actived all those weeks ago in the Maze, since it's the one that started the whole roulette thing in the first place I believe

But also because some other details I've noticed when Forever was sent to the Nether.

Which was...the Building he ended up being spat out at was a kind of train station

And the Building had AB on it

Now, do I think that the Nov 4 event will be a server wide thing to go to the Nether and find Forever AND the Eggs?

I mean, I honestly don't know, but personally I don’t think so.

Sure, it would be cool, but...I don't think it makes sense with the Tickets people have been getting. Because that had been happening before Forever was sent to the nether if I remember correctly.

So I started to ask, what else could it be?

Well...they could be sent somewhere else.

The idea came suddenly, but I remember someone's mention of Quackity's server list in his last vod, and also previous streams

Like...this is kind of odd isn't it?

I remember the post also mentioning the idea that these are all other islands that the Federation owns and such?

So a possibility is that maybe, the train station comes back online and everyone who has a ticket gets to go to the trains out through the portal at the end of the rail line and...to get transported to another island?

I dunno, I'm not quite sold on the idea but it's an interesting possibility nonetheless

Because if there's an great evil and danger on the island, maybe this protocol was meant to send the residents to another Island for safety? Not sold on that either, just throwing out ideas

Also I'm thinking that whatever happened to the Eggs had them displaced, maybe to that other Island or server?

Did whatever evil that was mentioned before pull the Eggs there? Tallulah's sign said "here" when it mentioned about the Evil's presence, so is it wherever the Eggs are?

The nether could have acted as some sort of middle ground for all these different islands and such to be connected.

Anyways, I'm not sure, these are just mostly thoughts I wanted to put out there and hope they're coherent enough to be understood

Still if there is something I am sure of is that some travelling shenanigans is bound to happen on the 4th and I'm honestly so not ready for whatever they have in store because I am not sure what's going to happen

[morallyinept]

HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

So, this week saw the end of the Sag-AFTRA strike! 🎉 I am so excited for Pedro knowing he may well be back to doing what he loves very soon. This is great news for everyone who was out on the picket lines and those striking to protect their livelihoods, their creativity and artistic identity.

(And let's not even talk about the whole Patrick Dempsey thing from this week, okay? Did we travel back in time or something? 😐)

This week was a busy one for me, again. Ugh, why does adulting suck? I wish I could stay at home and write all day rather than have to work and earn pennies to feed myself. 🙃

Anyway, let's get into this week's whip round. You ready Jack? Crack that whip, handsome!

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Five Days - Chapter 7 - Things are beginning to unravel now, as you and Joel equally start to unravel. Once again, many thanks to everyone who's reading, following along with, re-blogging, liking and commenting on this series. 🖤

SUV Shenanigans - Dieter Bravo GIFLET (Thank you to @secretelephanttattoo for putting thots in my head on Discord.)

Two Fingers Of Whiskey - Agent Whiskey GIFLET

Little Blue Pills - Joel Miller GIFLET

Self-Care With Dieter & Jett this week focused on showing yourself some self-compassion. With a brief cameo from my beau Ezra. 🥲

This week's Writer Wow featured the ever lovely @ghostofaboy Go show him some love, he's absolutely amazing. 😘

And a shoutout to lovely @perennialdoll247 too and this incredible artwork of Javier Peña that she created. I am so blown away by your talent, V! 😍

☆ Things I'm currently working on

Had some delicious thots this week that I am working into fics... stayed tuned for more Dieter, Frankie and some Agent Pike. I'm still working on my Christmas fics, most if not all of the first drafts are complete now. There are 12 in total - why do I do this to myself?? 🥴 Got more GIFLETS & one shots to come too.

☆ Things I've read this week

I did a massive sort out of my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week, mostly to keep from everyone being tagged continuously each time I update it - and I update it A LOT. 🫣

Didn't get around to reading as much as I wanted to due to working through most of my lunch breaks this week (the perks of being in a senior role, le sigh...) but hoping to up my reading game next week.

Frankie Morales NSFW Alphabet - @ghostofaboy I felt like I was reading a true to life version of Frankie right off the page when reading this, it was so immersive. Ghostie has this incredible knack of making me feel like I can reach out and physically touch Frankie, and this was no different. Genius. 👏🏻

This Charming Man - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Another Frankie highlight this week in the form of dark!Frankie. And I urge you to read this. This had me feeling like I did when I watched Dexter all those years ago; you root for the bad guy, even though you know you shouldn't - you can't help it because you just love him so much! This was brilliant and so emotive and descriptive. Another amazing homerun from lovely Angela! 🤘🏻

Las Mañanas - @kiwisbell I discovered this gem of a story this week and am hooked! I've devoured chapter 1 and am setting time aside this coming week to catch up on the rest, and you totally should too. Javier Peña in this is just everything you want; heroic, charmingly smooth with a pinch of arrogance, and the type of man you absolutely want coming into your coffee shop. 😍

Two Left Feet - @linzels-blog I adore this story. My mouth still aches from smiling so much as I read it. I was pulled right into Whiskey's world and Southern charm. Such a great fic that left me right in the action. I was dancing, I was drooling. I highly recommend this. 🤠

Send In The Clown - @covetyou I sat on this fic in my tbr for waaaay too long, let me tell you. I'm actually pissed at myself. This is nothing short of genius and please, if you're not into clowns that's cool, but I'd insist you give it a shot anyway because you'll be pleasantly surprised at how this is done. Dieter in this is just everything. I am in utter awe! Just a marvelous read that I will be absolutely indulging in again and again. 🤡

Headshots Chapter 5 - @secretelephanttattoo I'm devastated that this Marcus Pike series has run it's wonderful course, but all good things must come to an end, right? And this is sooooo fucking good. Stunning, actually. This is Marcus perfection for me. I love these two lovebirds and will revist them again for sure. I'm also so excited to see what El will give us next as I know it's going to be amazing. 🥰

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Not a lot due to said work and adulting - ugh. I've had Family Guy running in the background when home for company and that's about it... aside from my Frankie Morales Mixtape playlist that's on in the car most days.🤘🏻

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that about wraps it up for this week. I hope you guys enjoy the remainder of the weekend.

Work, work and more work. 😖 Seriously, it's been the bane of my life this week. But I am looking forward to another week's vacation after next week where I'm planning on doing lots of writing, socializing and hiking. Woot! (And maaaaybe start tackling my Christmas shopping 😬)

Remember stay kind, stay creamy. This is Jett and Jack signing off to go line dancing with @linzels-blog 🖤

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[voxofthevoid]

Hi! I've been a long time reader of your works and we have like 3 fandoms in common (jjk, yuri on ice, mcu) which is the Dream for an average fic reader like me. Thank you for putting all these out to see. I love the way you write, it really pulls me in no matter the genre. Your mind is amazing.

On to the questions:

1.I kind of want to start writing myself, do you any advice for a beginner?

2.On average, for how long are you into fandoms? How much time does it take for the brainrot to take root in your mind?

3.What kind of media do you usually enjoy?

I hope I didn't bother you. Please stay healthy and safe!

That's delightful on my end too! Love seeing cross-fandom readers. And thanks so much ❤️

1. The advice I have is mostly social and technical. In terms of the writing itself, all the reading you do is likely to give you an idea of what you want to write and how to go about it, and practice will refine the process.

Given the fandoms you've listed, you're likely already familiar with how rancid fandom spaces can get. This depends on your disposition, but being braced to deal with shitheads is important, whether that comes in the form of puriteens or entitled assholes without a brain-to-fingers filter. This is mostly a case of "do as I say, not as I do" because *gestures* you know what my online presence is like, but I'd recommend the following:

(a) Make an account just for writing that's entirely divorced from any and all IRL information or even previous fandom shenanigans. It reduces chances of people digging through your history and other such demented things.

(b) Block liberally and, failing that, be enough of a dick that people will think twice about picking a fight—the more accommodating you are, the more these fuckers will act like sharks scenting blood. There's a reason I stopped accepting tag requests, slapped CNTW on everything, and generally adopted a "my way or the highway" stance toward everything I post. The alternative isn't worth it. YMMV, of course.

(c) Write whatever you want however you want, and don't show an ounce of shame or guilt. Even if you feel it, don't show it. Fake it till you make it. Like above, it's safer than the alternative.

The technical advice is to get a copy of the Chicago Manual of Style; there's an online version, a paper version, and also good old pirating. It may look intimidating, but it's got a beautifully indexed list of damn near every grammar and punctuation element (and a lot of other stuff). I started using it for work, and while I'm way more lax with my own writing than I am with editing, the CMOS still did wonders for my general understanding of the technical side of creative writing.

2. It varies based on a bunch of factors, but my usual pattern is to spend several months just reading while the obsession grows stronger and stronger, to the point I start getting ideas. And we know what happens when I get ideas 🤣. I generally don't stay in a fandom for more than a year. But there are exceptions! I was in the MCU for some three years. I started writing for JJK less than a month after watching it (though this is mostly because I couldn't find much to read—not because fics were low in number but because I was and am extremely picky), and I'm rapidly approaching my 1.5-year mark.

3. A mix of things, but so far, fantasy is the most common theme across various media. I enjoy most subgenres of it too.

And absolutely no bother! I had fun answering, though I may have gone overboard with #1. I feel a little protective of new writers these days because I keep seeing so much vile shit happening online.

[this-is-spn20]

Day 25 of Christmas: Celebrate Christmas!!

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This was such a cool writing experience for me! I've never written this much in my life. But as fun as this was, it was exhausting. Honestly, I'll probably never do this again. But I might do something similar! It just depends! But if I do ever do this again, it'll have to be a lot of prep time around it. But maybe next year, I can collab with other writers and make this a collaborative thing! Perhaps even have you guys make submissions! Either way, Thank you to all the new people who followed me and my small blog! 51 followers! I might not be a lot to some, but I never thought I'd get this many! So thank you for spending time with me. Also worth mentioning, I will not be writing for 2 weeks, I need time to recharge. So if anyone sends in any requests, they will not be written/posted until mid-January. Yes, this means requests are officially OPEN again. I just won't be posting anything until the middle of the month.

I wish you all a prosperous New Year, and may 2023 have mercy on us all. Stay safe and healthy.

Spread Love,

-Marissa

The word count is 3,245. (I'm so sorry)

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Today was the day!! You were finally at the most exciting day of the year! You spent all month, not just sitting around, sulking in the bunker all month long. You did so many things and had so many adventures! So many new stories and memories made by all your friends, and you couldn’t be more grateful to Sam and Dean for going along with your crazy shenanigans. When you first brought the idea up to them, you just knew they’d reject it hard. But nope! They were reluctant, but they went with it, for you. And you hoped your presents would be enough to pay them back. You’d always loved giving to people. Giving so much that you barely left any compassion for yourself sometimes. You just felt that if everyone around you was happy, so were you. If there was a problem? You’d be the first to try to handle it. You were just a bit worried the boys wouldn’t like your gifts. You’d thought about them really hard before even considering buying them. But still, sometimes all the brainstorming in the world could lead absolutely nowhere when it comes down to the mercy of the recipient. 

It was 7 am on the dot when your bed was shaking and you jolted awake, immeadiently you dug under your pillow and pulled out a pocket knife all in a flash. The person unlucky enough to be at the end of the knife was nonother than hellraiser Dean. Your knife landed on his forehead and he quickly jerked away, slightly losing his smile. You grumbled something about how you should beat his ass for scaring you silly like that. But he just laughed mockingly at you. He practically dragged you out of your bed and down the hall to the map room. Your brain and legs were barely working so you struggled to keep up with Dean’s long legs. Sam sat in one of the chairs and shook his head as he saw Dean drag you in with puppy-like excitement. You took and Dean took to sitting on the floor, eagerly awaiting Sam to do the same. Early in December, you’d all agreed with everyone getting 5 presents from each person. Meaning everyone is getting 10 presents. Which you all figured would be more than enough. You all agreed to rock paper scissors as a way to determine who would open their presents first. 

Whenever that game came into the mix, Dean always lost first. And indeed that’s what happened today. You and Sam were locked in the childish game, staring at the other’s hands intensely. Trying to decipher the other’s next move. You and Sam played the game just for fun sometimes, it was a good little mind game to occupy each other for a bit. And it was always a toss-up of who would win. Today, Sam won. Throwing his hands in the air in victory, You mumbled something about not being awake enough for the game. Dean and Sam declared you a sore loser while you helped Sam grab all 10 of his gifts. The first box Sam went for was a medium-sized box and something rattled inside a bit he didn’t shake it even more fearing it was fragile. The wrapping paper went one way and the box lid went the other. Finally, Sam slightly gasped at the light blue polaroid camera. Sam loved it if the way he held it so gently was any indication. Dean then spoke up and said, “Well for all your modern technology crap, I know you still appreciate the older things. I bought extra film in case you go overboard, like usual.” Dean smiled shyly at Sam. Sam gave Dean a subtle bitch face but thanked Dean for the gift. He really did like it. He would always be a fan of classics. Sam absolutely loved the air fryer you gave him. He’d been begging Dean for one for months to no avail. You brushed him off to avoid more blushing when he expressed his gratitude to you. He was speechless when he opened the black leather boots you got him. You noticed his current boots were hanging on their last life and thought it’d be a nice present. Sam seemed to enjoy Dean’s Bluetooth earbuds and speaker, glad he wouldn’t always have to listen to Dean’s music on the road now. He also really liked the leather messenger bag from Dean. Sam being the resident researcher meant he had to keep a lot of books, his laptop, and papers with him at all times. He wasn’t really a fan of carrying his workload with him at all times. At least he had somewhere to put his stuff on the road now. The solar phone charging bank was perfect for his long hikes. He often had to end his hikes early because of his phone battery. He couldn’t do late-night hikes either for the same reason. But now, with Dean’s gift, it was possible now and he couldn’t be happier. The last gift from Dean was a mini projector for Sam’s room. Anytime Sam wanted to watch an old movie or anything really on a projector, was now a possibility. Sam was excited and looked as if he would burst with joy. But he wasn’t done just yet. He still had to open the rest of your presents. 

Sam tore into the wrapping paper again with fervor. It was a huge package, and he couldn’t hold himself back as he let out a short but happy little giggle. You giggled too at his adorable, bright, happy face. When the package was opened, Sam couldn’t believe his eyes. It was beautiful. A gorgeous 4 feet tall bookshelf lay in front of Sam. He stuttered and stumbled with his words a bit before he just grabbed you and held you in a big, warm hug. His voice wavered even with his attempts to keep his voice steady. He whimpered a soft, shaky thank you in your ear. You told him he still had one more gift before he dissolved into a puddle of tears. He let go of you and opened his last present. He opened it to see a box of cassette tapes. He was confused until he saw the cassette player at the bottom. Sam looked at Dean who just shrugged his shoulder and sat up a bit, not knowing where this was heading either. You told Sam to play the first tape. He popped the first tape into the player and your voice played through its small, but fairly loud speakers. 

“Hey Sam, I wanted to do something special for you for Christmas. This box of tapes is me reading your favorite stories to you and singing your favorite songs to you as lullabies! I’ve included a few other songs and stories you may not know just for a little variety. I hope you enjoy it. Sweet dreams Sam.” Sam pressed pause on the tape. Sam looked over at you to see your face flushed with a shy smile on your face. You looked up and saw both boys look at you in awe. They couldn’t believe you did something so sweet for Sam. Dean had a small smile of approval. There was a hint of jealousy you saw there. But he had his own set of tapes coming. He just didn’t know that. Sam was so happy. There were tears in his eyes again and he could barely hold them back. Letting one tear slip out. His voice was soft as he said another thank you and held the tape player close to his chest. 

Dean was about to play rock paper scissors with you but you told him you’d let him go first. He was surprised but didn’t complain as you and Sam helped him gather all the presents addressed to him. Dean went to open a long present. Excited to see it was from Sam he ripped the paper off and threw the lid somewhere you didn’t register. You let out a ruckus laugh and Sam did too. Dean was pissed as he pulled a walking cane out of the box. Dean immediately gave death glares to both of you. You were pretty sure he wanted to beat Sam with it. Sam slowly stopped laughing and explained the gift hoping his dear brother would beat him while he was speaking. 

“You know when we hunt, sometimes we have to hike or set up camp. Well, I bought the cane so that it’ll be easier for you to walk through whatever terrain and have a quick weapon to defend yourself if you’re alone or you just need something quick. That and you’re old.” Sam smirked and Dean was getting ready to smack Sam in the back of the head. Sam interrupted his thoughts by telling Dean to twist the little elephant at the top of the cane. Dean was surprised that the top could come off and as he pulled the top of the cane away from the rest, there was a long, fairly thick almost sword-like blade that was attached to the elephant. You stared at the blade in wonder and Dean did the same. It was so fucking cool. He loved it Although Dean did threaten Sam with a good smack if there was another gift like that in the future. Sam laughed and brushed Dean off, knowing that he would never do such a thing. Dean moved on to his next present with slight excitement. He opened another one from Sam. It was a coffee maker! Dean tore the remaining packaging on it and admired it as he slightly sat back. The bunker’s old machine was getting worse and worse. Instead of coffee, it was producing something close to a sludge instead of a drink. So Dean having his morning cup of caffeine and sugar wouldn’t be your guy’s problem anymore. The next few gifts had Dean damn near jumping around like a little kid. Dean really liked the pair of boots you got for him, and damn near tackled you when he open his own set of your handmade winter accessories. He for some reason was very taken by the gloves. He also loved the safe you’d given him. He had a hard time finding places in his room to keep his most prized possessions. He appreciates the fact that he now has a place for all the items he holds dear. Dean opened another considerably large-sized present and he gasped when it revealed a chair hammock. Sam told him he noticed the only place in the Dean Cave to sit on was the couch and not much else. Sam hoped he could help spice up Dean’s relaxing place with a bit more comforting furniture. Dean pulled Sam into a tight, yet short hug. Clearing his throat he quickly moved on to the next present. Another long package and Sam snickered. You shook your head, knowing you’d probably have to keep Dean from tearing Sam’s head off. Dean unraveled the paper from the box and almost dropped the box in surprise. You gasped and looked at Sam with wild, yet soft eyes. Dean’s hands started shaking as he revealed the red and black electric guitar to you in pure, unadulterated excitement. Dean played a few out-of-tuned notes and hugged the instrument to his chest. The number of times Dean said thank you to Sam was uncountable. Desan felt so proud to have a brother as cool (and annoying) as Sam. Another, longer hug this time was shared between the brothers as you looked on with slightly teary eyes. When they finally broke away, Dean quickly grabbed his last present which was from you. He tore the paper apart quickly to move on from his overwhelming emotions. It didn’t help when he opened the lid to the box and saw his own set of cassette tapes and tape player. He couldn’t believe you took the time out of your days to make something like this for himself and Sam too. This just solidified what they both knew. They didn’t deserve you.

The boys sat themselves up a bit from where they sat. You were last to open their gifts You grabbed all your gifts and looked to the boys with playfully suspicious glares and started opening the first gift you laid your hand on. They were getting anxious. This was a way for them to pay you back for everything you do for them. As far as they were concerned, you didn’t need to pay them back a dime. They just wanted to show you they appreciated you. In whatever way they could. And for now, they just hoped you liked their gifts, although nothing could top what you did for them. You started off with Sam’s gift which was in another long, thick box. You opened it up and squealed loudly while jumping up and down. You were freaking out when Dean told you to pull the thing out of the box. It was an axe bass based on one of your favorite characters of all time. Marceline from Adventure Time. You loved the show and all its characters, but you loved Marceline even more. She was just such a good character and attached to her. Now you had a token of her character. Sam watched the show with you a few times and grew to love it. He saw how much you loved Marceline, so he made the move to buy you the bass, just for you little fangirl self. You were such a manic mess, you couldn’t stop smiling. Even when going for your next gift from Dean. You ripped off the paper so fast the boys swore you took it off in one swipe. You opened it to see a roll of LED lights. You were never much for following trends and the newest fads. But you just loved those lights you saw everyone had on tik tok. You just loved the idea of changing the aesthetic of your room in a few seconds. It was fun! You hadn’t stopped talking about the damn lights for a week and now that you had them, you could finally spare the boys' ears. Until you inevitably found something else to obsess over. Dean’s knife necklace was a hit with you along with Sam’s pair of daggers made for you with your initials engraved on both blades. Sam also indulging in your childish side felt nice, most considered you to be a bit too childish at times but while that could be true, you just wanted to feel like a kid again sometimes. So when your next present from Sam was a medium-sized bubble machine you nearly crushed the man in a hug. Dean’s next gift almost made you cry. You knew the boys were getting sick of you going on and on about making new things with crocheting and such. You told them countless times that trying out sewing would be a dream come true. So when you saw a cute light blue sewing machine, you screamed so loud the boys needed to cover their ears. They knew you were happy but jeez did you have a pair of lungs on you. You melted when you saw Dean had already ordered different fabrics for you. Ugh, these boys were more than you deserved. 

Sam’s last gift to you was one of the best things yet. He got you a telescope! You were so happy that you almost let a tear escape your eye. You’d always loved space and everything to do with it. Hell sometimes if you had nothing to do around the bunker, you’d look into the science of space. You loved learning about new advances made and you always wanted to look at the stars and planets. But since the bunker’s telescope only showed the different dimensions and now that didn’t work either since the departure of Mrs. Butters. You had nothing to see the stars with. Until now. Thanks to Sam you could now watch all the stars and planets you wanted. You wrapped Sam in a softer hug leaning up to whisper a thank you in his ear. He squeezed you even tighter for a moment, then let go. 

You’d opened up all your presents and thought you were done when Dean protested, saying you didn’t get his last gift. Thinking you’d missed a box under the tree you looked again until Dean told you to come with him to the garage. The dammed garage you’d been forbidden to go in since the beginning of the month. You were teaming with excitement as Sam covered your eyes and Dean grabbed your hands to lead you to the garage. Your steps were unsure and hesitant. But when you felt the cold concrete in the garage touch your bare feet, you walked even faster. Finally, Dean stopped you and positioned you to face your right. Dean counted to three and Sam took his hands off your eyes. The first thing you saw was bright cherry red 1961 Chevrolet Corvette. You screamed for the longest time and jumped up and down. You couldn’t believe it! When you first moved into the bunker, the boys gave you a tour of the place. When you first stepped into the garage you fell in love with this car only to be wholly disappointed that the car didn’t start. You quickly turned to Dean and captured him in the tightest hug you could muster. Tears fell freely from your eyes as you thanked him over and over again. When you finally pulled yourself together, you went to Sam and held him in the same way you did Dean. 

Dean asked if you wanted to take her for a spin and you quickly agreed. Not even bothering to get your stuff. You felt at peace and satisfied to hear the purr of the engine. You, Sam, and Dean drove all over town and were having a blast. Your holiday season was done, but that didn’t mean the adventures did. And you were ecstatic about the adventures to come next. With your boys at your side, you could do anything. 

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[ruewrites]

Something Broken and Something New

AO3

Ships: Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: None

A/N:

This has been in the works for a while! But I am finally starting to get through my WIPs! Yaaaay! Anywho I am super stoked to be posting for this au again! I still absolutely adore it, it's so good and @lefthanddraws ( @requiem-for-the-left-hand) is super talented!

Comments are appreciated!

It would have been a day like any other. It could have been a day like any other. He would have started the day off with his coffee and giving the sun a run for its money on his way to work. He would sit down and start to analyze each and every single one of the stacks of papers that stood menacingly before him before picking one to start with. If it was a good day, he wouldn’t have to deal with a single one of his brother’s shenanigans. It would be a somewhat stress free day, not completely, but it would do. If it wasn’t one of those lucky days, Lucifer could only hope that half of Tokyo wasn’t already ablaze by nine. 

Lucifer leaned back into his chair with a sign, flipping through his notes for the day and orienting meetings scheduled long ago in his mind. Most important were his meetings with Diavolo. It couldn’t be any other way.  Diavolo was the number one, the head, whatever he said went without question. Of course this didn’t mean that Lucifer didn’t try to advise him every now and again. However, sometimes he had to wonder if Diavolo even heard him. He wasn’t a stubborn man (although he also wasn’t not a stubborn man) he was simply-

Excitable. 

Determined. 

He set his mind to something and suddenly it was the only thing that existed, a goal that had to come to fruition. Most of the time his plans were part of a bigger plan for a future he could see on the horizon. In short, Lucifer didn’t envy Barbatos in the slightest, especially not when his job entailed wrangling Diavolo most of the time and making sure he didn’t miss his appointments on top of completing his work. Poor, poor Barbatos. Maybe one day some angel above would smile upon him and present him with an opportunity to have even a tiny break. God, wouldn’t they all love a break. But the days never slowed and problems always seemed to pile up. There would always be cogs to turn and work that piled up no matter how quick a pen scrawled across paper. 

What a life, keep going until you break, if you break. And if you break you pray you aren’t broken beyond repair. And in those prayers you beg that a broken person never turns out to be someone you love more than life itself. 

But all of that was a lifetime ago now, even if some days it seemed like only mere minutes had passed.

Lucifer gripped his cup a little tighter, made his eyes focus a little longer. If he became engrossed in his work, that would become his sole focus. If he could only tune out the world a little longer. That was until his world came crashing through his office door.

“Lucifer!”

His world was a whirlwind of a man: strong and chaotic. A mere gust of his breath could blow an entire army away. 

“I have a job for us, a special job.”

And Lucifer tried his hardest to be an unbending wall. 

“I already have plenty of jobs I need to fulfill Diavolo. Jobs that are important for the wellbeing of the family.” Someone had to keep Diavolo grounded, and in reality it took two someones to complete the task. He had to be strong against Diavolo’s whirlwind will. He had to-

Diavolo placed a hand on his shoulder, eyes shining with intent. "I think you can make an exception for this job."

It was that moment that Lucifer finally noticed that Cerberus, his ever so loyal Cerberus, was at attention. His lips were pulled back in the beginnings of a snarl, his hair stood on ends, and a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.  Cerberus never growled at Diavolo. In fact, he was one of the very few people the dog actually allowed to pet him. With him, Cerberus seemed like an average everyday puppy.

His eyes followed the dog's gaze to behind Diavolo's legs. How he missed this, he had no idea, maybe he really was more sleep deprived than he thought. A young girl, who could have been no older than eight, peaked out from behind Diavolo's legs. Her fist wrinkled his suit pants that Barbatos had no doubt spent hours ironing, and her tears stained his expensive fabrics. Maybe he should get some rest, if she had been some sort of enemy they'd both be dead right now. 

The command for Cerberus to heel left his mouth is a single breath. As the dog relaxed, Lucifer returned to the work at his desk. "I'm not a babysitter Diavolo."

"Lucifer, she was all on her own, lost and afraid."

"Take her to Asmodeus then. He's good with kids." Certainly better than Lucifer would ever be. 

"Asmodeus isn't here." 

Lucifer stopped. Placing his pen on the table he turned once again to meet Diavolo's gaze. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and his smirk was quirked in a way that Lucifer knew he believed he had already won their little debate. 

"Don't you remember?" he continued, "Our little doctor friend took him out to the hot springs for their- oh how long have they been together now?"

"Too long."

Lucifer didn't keep it a secret that he was not fond of a man like that pursuing Asmodeus. Sleeping with him was one thing. Lucifer could care less about their relationship with the doctor as a client. It was when Solomon started getting a little too touchy and when that puppy love in his eyes started to become a bit more evident that Lucifer had started becoming concerned. It was one thing to catch them tangled up together, it was another to find them lost in each other's eyes and for Asmo to take him home.

The last thing Asmodeus needed was a liability.

Lucifer was more than aware Asmodeus could have anyone he wanted, yet he chose a man like that. A man who'd crawled from garbage. The why would probably forever escape him. What did Asmo see in him? What could that man offer him? He doubted he actually had a medical license, and he didn't exactly live a lifestyle that Asmo was accustomed too. But to top it all off he was just so…

Odd.

Lucifer would never understand it. Never.

"Don't say things like that, Lucifer," Diavolo put a firm hand on his shoulder, "I think Solomon adores your little jewel, and from the looks of things Asmodeus, couldn't be happier."

"That's what I'm worried about."

Lucifer went silent, he could feel his mind slipping off to a far, far off place.  He didn't want to go, but he also couldn't find it within him to resist. He was losing his grip, so Diavolo tightened his own on his shoulder. "You know, I think this job would really be good for you."

Diavolo was closer to his ear now. His breath was hot and wet, sending memories dancing across Lucifer's skin. 

But no. He wouldn't give in. He had to stay steadfast. He couldn't bend to Diavolo's will. He had to stick to his guns.

He wouldn't give in.

***

Lucifer couldn't believe he gave in. Damn Diavolo. Damn him straight to hell with his silver tongue. How dare he know Lucifer so well. How dare he know how to pluck his strings. How dare he.

"So, you said you lost your parents in the marketplace, yes? And then you ended up wandering away and down the alleyway?" Diavolo had the little girl on his shoulders. She sniffled and nodded. The quietest of yes's left her lips and she nodded atop Diavolo's head. "I see, well you have no need to fear young lady, we'll make sure you're delivered home safe and sound." 

How Diavolo could make such promises, he would never know. You could never assure the future. Promises were made to be broken by the twisted fingers of fate. It was cruel and cold, but that was simply how life worked. It would try to break you, you just had to resist. 

Cerberus trotted  closely by his heel. His gait never  broke for a second and his claws hit the pavement with exact precision. 

Tip. Tap.

Tip. Tap.

Quick like tiny drum beats.

Tip. Tap. 

Tip. Tap. 

“Lucifer? Are you in there?” 

Lucifer blinked. Was he in there?

“I asked you if you wanted to get ice cream. It’s a nice day and we're out here," Diavolo's smile was more blinding than the sun, "Plus, kids love ice cream."

Lucifer let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. One day, one day, this man would be the death of him. Diavolo's eyes were glued to him. He knew that look, he knew it so well. That was the look Lucifer got when he did something Diavolo liked. He let his hand dropped down the side of his neck, giving himself a moment before he spoke. "It doesn't matter what I actually think, does it?"

"I care what you think!"

"I didn't say you didn't."

The little girl on Diavolo's shoulders piped up, "I want ice cream!"

Well, it seemed like her tears were momentarily forgotten, and Lucifer prefered that to the crying. Why did Asmodeus have to be gone with that sad excuse of a man? If he were here he could care for the child easily. Lucifer wasn't good with little ones. They made him uncomfortable. But the child had seemed to make their decision for them, and Lucifer definitely prefered her happily humming and eating the sweet treat rather than her crying.

"Lucifer! Say 'Ah'," Diavolo was holding an amalgamation of whipped cream, sprinkles, fudge, and Lucifer supposed there was ice cream in there somewhere. It would be disgustingly sugary sweet, much like Diavolo himself. Well, on the inside.  They didn't need rivals knowing who Diavolo was soft on. They didn't need them knowing he was soft at all, and that made this little mission all the more dangerous.

The spoon pressed closer to his lips, cold metal begging for entry into his mouth. Lucifer glanced up, meeting hopeful golden eyes. This really wasn't an appropriate way to hold themselves in public. It was far from appropriate actually. What would something like this do to their credibility? 

Diavolo pressed further.

Lucifer gave in.

The metal spoon was hard and tangy on his tongue, but the ice cream gave away so easily. It was rich and sweet, quickly blending into the warmth of his own mouth. When Diavolo pulled the spoon back the aggression of the metal left quickly, but the sweetness lingered long in its absence.

"Has he never had ice cream before?"

The child's voice was barely above a whisper as she looked back up at Diavolo. 

"I believe he has, he's just a prideful man."

"He doesn't wanna admit he likes ice cream?" 

She turned to look at him now, completely scandalized by the idea that Lucifer could like ice cream, but never admit to enjoying the tasty treat, "You're sad mister!"

What a bold child. If only she had any clue who she was speaking to. Diavolo's booming laughter filled the spaces all around them, not even attempting to hide them. Lucifer would be lying if he said he wasn't fighting back a smile. Part of him wanted to allow himself to smile, but he knew that he couldn't. It wouldn't be as harmless as his mind would have him pretend it was.

"And on that note, I believe it is time for us to continue to search for your parents."

Lucifer couldn't give this child back soon enough.

If only the universe didn't hate him as much as it did. Lucifer didn't think he could be any more anxious than he'd been getting ice cream, but the longer they walked around the districts the more anxious he became. He was almost positive they were going in circles at this point. He was certain they were going in circles at this point. They were taking directions from a child, of course they were going in circles!  What other outcome could they possibly expect? None! There was no other outcome! This was ridiculous. They shouldn't be doing this, someone else should, anyone else would have been better.  Anyone.

"We can't keep doing this," Lucifer growled, rubbing his temples with his fingers. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine palpitating in the back of his skull.

"What do you mean?"

Lucifer didn't need to look at Diavolo to know his brow was furrowed. There was a slight change in his voice, a hesitation. It was if he was trying to work out the answer to his question before words were even spoken. Or maybe Lucifer just knew him well, maybe he was just adding an explanation where there was none.

"We need to return now. We can't keep wandering around like this."

Now he would have to prepare himself. 

"It should just be the next apartment-"

"We've passed by the 'next apartment' five times now Diavolo," Lucifer had to put his foot down. They couldn't be doing this anymore. It was getting ridiculous, "We're going back and doing things my way."

"But Lucifer-"

"Do not 'but Lucifer' me, we are going back now."

"But."

"Now."

***

A comprehensive list of things Lucifer thought could have definitely gone better.

Number one.

Whatever the fuck just happened back there.

The crying had been unbearable. He was practically begging for something, anything to make the child stop crying. What he managed to scrounge together was a notepad, a pen, and something that he assumed was some type of candy.  He didn't know what he'd done per say, but it did work. 

Slowly he typed away on his computer, keeping one eye on the child to make sure she didn't destroy anything in his office or get into trouble. All of this trouble would be over soon enough. Lucifer had managed to narrow their options down to three developments based on information the child had given them and he was pretty confident in his findings. Now all they had to do was take her to each one and hope someone knew who her parents were.

He couldn't do this much longer.

He wasn't good with kids.

He was never good with little ones.

Asmodeus was much better with them than he was, he knew how to make them smile and keep them from making that horrible horrible crying, but he was off with that man doing who knows what. If only he was still like he'd been when he was younger, always looking to Lucifer for advice and hanging on to every word he had to say.

All his brothers had been cute when they were younger (and maybe they still could be now, but he'd never admit it). 

He opened a drawer at his desk and moved some files aside to reveal his secrets below: a little pile of crude drawings done in crayon. Some things could be made out, people, the sun, sometimes animals-

But they all had one thing in common: each one was made by one of his siblings. 

Lucifer took a long look at them. They were memories from a different time, a time that was so far away from now. 

But maybe he had done this once before.

Maybe there was a slim chance-

He put his face in his hands and dragged them down from his hair. He had to be out of his mind. But perhaps he could pull it off one final time. He rose from his desk and wandered over to where the child sat, not paying him any mind as he took a seat behind her.

Perhaps he wasn't broken beyond repair.

"So, what are you drawing?"

***

Diavolo fidgeted with his sleeve. 

Lucifer wasn't pleased with him.

He hadn't seen an emotion like that directed at him in quite a long time. And maybe he deserved it dragging Lucifer around all day, but it had been fun hadn't it? Hadn't they enjoyed themselves? Didn't they have a good time?

Diavolo thought so.

They got to walk around and eat ice cream like a little family! Did they borrow someone's lost child to do it? Yes, but it was necessary! Perhaps if he spoke to Lucifer he could convince him into one more fun outing! They could go to dinner!

No.

No.

He needed to apologize first. Lucifer was not happy, and an unhappy Lucifer would absolutely not want to go to dinner with him.

He straightened his attire before hesitantly knocking on the office door.

"Lucifer? I'd like to speak with you if you're there."

No answer. Was he not speaking to him? Or did he take the child out himself to look for her parents?

"Are you there? Lucifer, I wanted to apologize."

Still no answer.

"Lucifer?"

He wanted only a few seconds longer before opening the door and poking his head inside.  

And oh did the sight before him surprise him.

Lucifer was asleep. Reading spectacles falling down his nose and a book dangling from his hand.  His other arm was wrapped securely around the small child, protecting her as she slept on his chest. Slight snores left him occasionally as his chest rose and fell.

Diavolo was in absolute awe of the sight. It was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. The only being he’d seemed to disturb was Cerberus, who lifted his head to see who had entered the office space. He held his breath as he walked closer, afraid to break the moment but wanting to make sure it was real. A smile crept onto his face as he dared pull some of Lucifer's hair and press a kiss to his forehead. He then took a picture, for memories sake, and removed Lucifer's gasses from his face. 

A new giddiness filled him as he left the room. He'd have Barbatos prep dinner for all of them, and then they'd reunite the child with her family. After all, they couldn't return her on an empty stomach, it would be nothing short of rude.

And he hadn't seen Lucifer that relaxed in a while.

Perhaps they should find lost children to return more often. 

It would certainly give him an excuse to spend more time with Lucifer.

And Diavolo thought that was a very lovely idea indeed.

[felikatze]

wroah... so the big reveal was just that N is a shit boyfriend huh

(post ch5 scream dump)

[this post is about N Xenoblade. i am not saying that N pokemon is a shit boyfriend. i am sure he is quite sweet.]

my god FINALLYYYYY N and M got explained and i am VERY happy with what the truth ended up being

the game doesnt tell you the logistics of it bcuz THE LOGISTICS DONT MATTER BABEY! THIS IS SYMBOLISM TOWN

noah and mio as the personification of N and M's regrets and hopes.... emotional

i looove that afterlife sequence where mio is doing a grim reaper impression and noah sees all of N's life and mio asks him. "would you choose again?" bcuz that's what noah is. as much as N convinced himself (had to convince himself) that he made the right choice some part of him still wanted to chose again so of course noah would pick differently.

just like. a lot of great moments in this stretch of the game! i fuckin love how N just got what's coming. It was fun how comically evil and dead inside he was during the whole castle agnus prison sequence, only for it to be revealed that M spent that entire time just hoping N would give up the ghost and spend time with her. But he didnt. He was so obsessed with forever that he let now slide from his grasp. She didnt want eternity. She just wanted a little longer. God.

The M/Mio switcheroo made me HOWL jesus christ i was giddy. how meyneth of M. hmmmm. same letter. And so N continues the zanza tradition of eternity obsessed guys who are just assholes in very mundane ways

like i looove how N broke down also. that's karma bitch. but then again the game makes him a tragic figure by showing his backstory AND THEN calls him a coward because Noah Is N and if noah could chose differently so could N. that's tha point of parallels yea. also that flashback of N tearing the city down and M just yelling at him that he's torn down everything they've built

and CHRIST the reveal that N and M were part of the first ouroboros. i did cry a bit at the scene where N is saying goodbye to his son and then he destroys the city and its like. yeah he just killed his grandkids or whatever. chriiiist.

i'm a bit miffed M didnt have more screentime before all this to establish more that she well and truly hates what N's doing even if she still loves him. Like it WORKS but i wish she had more time before chapter 5 the same way N got built up as an antagonist

N Xenoblade Yandere Moments. that's what devotion does to a mfer. like i do do love how the same innocent feelings of love that Noah has toward Mio can get twisted into. that. like at some point for N it wasnt abt being close to M as a person anymore. it was just abt keeping her around as long as possible. From love to possession yeah? I mean. literally locking up M in jail bcuz of a switcheroo isnt a subtle metaphor. she just wnatrd to be with him a bit more but he was too blind to see it shbfjfbgjgn. wails.

tgis ended up mainly abt N and M cuz they are the first guys to noah and mio's second guys and i'm a slut for these kh-esque identity shenanigans. N and Noah are on the opposite end of the Same Guy spectrum as M and Mio which is so fun. N and Noah having their fuckin Ventus v Vanitas type beat meanwhile M and Mio pulled a Crimson King Adol fusion in the background. if you understood both of these you have good taste in video games. thanks.

SOOOO MUCH i could talk abt. noah punching his knuckles bloody. M essentially committing suicide. SHANIA. shania actually committing suicide. sena's whole self worth arc running behind all this. her and lanz almost blowing tf up. ghondor. ghondor is so fucking funny. YOU CANT JUST CUT THE TENSION BY LITERALLY SAYING "I'M BACK BITCHES" OR SO HELP ME GOD

monica must've been a mom at 15 for ghondor to be 18. wild.

i think this is most of the thoughts that would otherwise keep me up at night. good game

[rhoorl]

Congratulations on the milestone! Very much deserved! 💕 very excited for you! 🥳

So, for the Pedro Ask Game…

10. Pre or post-outbreak Joel - who would rock the grey sweatpants better and why?

15. Fuck, marry, slap (everyone lives here)

Working Title Dieter

DL Frankie

DL Cousin Joel

20. Do you have an alternate ending/plot point for one of Pedro’s characters?

What do you think Joel would be up to these days if there were no outbreak? 😏

…and of course, Pedro Tax™️

Oh my goodness friend, thank you! You are so sweet and I'm so happy we found each other on here.

I was so excited to get this ask (thank you for the tax, ugh so good!), so here we go!

10. Pre or post-outbreak Joel - who would rock the grey sweatpants better and why?

Ooof, you really know the way to my heart and thots, don't you? Can I just reiterate that I am still not over the fact that Young Joel was wearing freaking GRAY SWEATPANTS when we see him in bed?!

While the idea of a post-outbreak Joel lounging around in some sweatpants makes me reach for my water bottle, I have to say that I think Young Joel would rock them better. I think he has a bit of swagger to know he looks good in them and like the reaction he gets from them.

15. Fuck, marry, slap (everyone lives here)

Working Title Dieter

DL Frankie

DL Cousin Joel

UGH. This is so hard and also very sweet of you to work in three characters who are so near and dear to my heart. I have a big soft spot for Dieter in general, but even more so for Working Title Dieter. Maybe because he's the first Pedro character I wrote for I feel particularly drawn to him. He's definitely had a past, but he's in a different place in life now and he just deserves all of the happiness and love and fluff. So because of that, I'd marry him.

So, for slap, I don't want to give too much away but DL Cousin Joel has a bit of a ...past, let's say. I don't think he's a stranger to a slap across the face for some shenanigans he's pulled.

So that leaves me with Frankie and I'll be all the way real with you - I'd want to check out the 🐱👑 for myself.

20. Do you have an alternate ending/plot point for one of Pedro’s characters? What do you think Joel would be up to these days if there were no outbreak? 😏

Oooo what a great question! I'm going with show Joel for this. So according to a Wiki I found, show Sarah and I were born the same year, which makes her in her mid-30's. I hope that she's happy and living her best life. Maybe she becomes a pro soccer player and Joel is the supportive dad who tries to get to as many matches as he can to cheer her on (especially since she's nearing the end of her playing career). He would still be working the contracting business, but he'd be doing less of the hard labor - his poor back can only take so much. I hope that he has found a partner that he can enjoy life with. (Spoiler, it's me and we are very happy. We moved to this neighborhood outside of Tampa and we have some great neighbors too 😆).

Pedro Ask Game

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nishimura riki as your boyfriend ! (random headcanons)

enhypen masterlist. library.

a/n: bcuz i never shut up abt him so... maybe letting it all out will help?? genre: fluff, crack. warnings: cursing, y/n is mentioned to be a teenager, not proofread.

ignore how fucking whipped i am for him, please.

ure dating a child, i hope you are aware of that. not because he's young or anything, no, he literally acts 9 sometimes.

constantly pulls his pranks on you or with you, no in-between. either you're his partner in crime or his partner who he commits crimes on.

honestly you never mean to join riki in his little shenanigans, but he always somehow drags you into the mess 😒

"NIKI I STFG IF U PUT MAYO IN MY SHOES ONE MORE TIME-" "hey!!! i only did the left shoe!! y/n did the right shoe, scold them too :("

you did actually do the right shoe, he wasn't lying, but he MADE you do it!!!

how to get y/n to put mayo in heeseung's shoes 101 by nishimura riki.

OKOK BUT FR LISTEN <//3

he pulls you in by your waist, rests his head in the crook of your neck and starts nuzzling, his soft hair tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine and erupting butterflies in your stomach. and if that wasn't enough, the second he pulls away he has a cute little pout plastered on his face as a cherry on top and your heart can't help but ache. at this point, if you don't agree to cooperate and be his accomplice you're just cruel and heartless ☹️☹️

but he makes sure to help you with whatever punishment the boys come up with. he may be your annoying boyfriend but he isn't a monster!

they usually make you two do house chores.... which is a pretty bad decision. two in-love teenagers doing dishes without adult/jungwon supervision is very risky, but they learned it the hard way 😁🙏🏻

i'm not saying you accidentally smashed jay's favorite mug but that's exactly what i'm saying. and he was furious.

riki took the blame tho, because he's selfless like that!! *sigh* the things he does for you, y/n. 😞😞

you just watched him get scolded from afar and you felt so bad. because yeah he may have dragged you into this bs in the first place, but he wasn't the one who broke the mug!!

long story short, jay grounded him and banned him from seeing you for a few days. you had to practically beg him to let ni-ki go just this once, making up some lame excuse and praying that it would work. which it did, not because jay's oblivious but because he has a soft heart :(

so that same day you two quickly ran to the nearest shop, bought a white mug, a bunch of paint + wrapping paper and got to work!!

not gonna lie, the second you two enthusiastically ran into the dorms and started shouting for jongseong everyone thought you two were gonna pull on his leg again, but they were WRONG. HAH.

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAY" "what?!" "we're sorry we broke your favorite cup... but here!!"

jay was rlly thinking: what the actual fuck are these kids on. but when he opened the not-so-neatly wrapped box he was met with a previously plain white mug now adorned with painted-on angry birds and a messy handwriting that read "BEST DAD"

HE SNORTED. LIKE THE WAY HE FUCKING SNORTED PLEASE- but believe me he was so touched. he felt his heart swell with pride for whatever reason, tbh the mug looked stupid as hell- but to him it was perfect :)

he still uses it to this day <3

anyways MOVING ON THAT WAS A BIT TOO LONG.

animal crossing dates. i think we all saw that post on weverse.

if you don't have a switch because you're broke like me, then he simply buys one for you. like srsly my boy doesn't even hesitate HE BUYS YOU A WHOLE ASS SWITCH JUST SO U CAN PLAY WITH HIM. THAT'S HOW DEDICATED HE IS TO YOUR ONLINE DATES.

one day when youre hanging out playing on ur switches he invites you over to his island out of nowhere as you overhear him giggle and snicker to himself like a mischievous little middle schooler, not even sparing you a glance when you look at him from across the room with a worried expression on your face-

now you're kinda suspicious because what exactly did he do??? 😬😬 but when you finally look around his island you're met with a little picnic blanket with a bunch of baskets and bentos on top of them, cherry blossom trees all around the area and who else but your boyfriends cute little character with a speech bubble on top of its head: " i love you"

now he's the one staring at you from across the room, all smiley and giddy waiting for your reaction.

what he didn't expect was for u to run over to him at full speed, tackle him and aggressively shake his now soulless body.

"RIKI. YOU. CUTE. LITTLE. IDIOT. I. LOVE. YOU. TOO." "OKAYAOKAYAOAKY STOP SHAKING ME OR ILL THROW UP-"

it's no secret that riki loves taking naps, and it's also no secret that he loves cuddling.

so... tired riki + couch + s/o=...? exactly. a nap.

even if you aren't tired or have stuff to do, he does not care. riki wants? riki gets. have homework? work? need to join your online class? or maybe you ran out of snacks and need to go to the store? oh well, put everything aside 'cause ur boyfriend needs to sleep and he can't feel content without you in his arms 🤨

and if somehow you escape his iron grip and he wakes up all alone without you laying next to him he will be grumpy the entire day. like full on refuses to talk to you, ignores you and has that one unreadable look on his face.

he isn't actually mad. even though he's quite young he is still very mature and doesn't get seriously upset over such things, and you're very well aware of that too!!

so when he decides to ignore you, he's only doing it to get a reaction out of you. he wants you to get furstrated, angry, for you to slap him, mess up his hair, get clingier than usual, honestly it doesn't matter (bcuz everything you do is adorable) as long as you do something his little facade will fall apart completely and he'll give in sooner or later.

cuz he's whipped™ but shhhh he doesnt like talking abt it !! 😬😬

*y/n breathes* "UGH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO IGNORE YOU WHEN YOU DO THAT?!?!! you're making it hard to stay mad at u </3" "i.. i didn't even do anything..."

pokes, squishes, BITES (yes. bites. and it hurts) your cheeks. just anything having to do with ur cheeks, he's doing it.

y'all saw that video of him poking sunoo's cheek? yes. that. but 10000x more painful.

when he wants your attention, or just wants to annoy you, he pokes your cheeks until you either threaten to bite his finger off or actually bite his finger off

"riki if u dont get ur finger away from my cheek i will not hesitate to use my teeth." "yOU WOULDN'T DARE!!" "watch me."

as for the pinch, he usually does it when you slept through your alarm or something and all the other things he tried didn't work.

just grabs a handful of your cheek, pinches the actual hell out of it and watches your eyes shoot open at the sudden jolt of pain. cuz he's a butt like that 😁😁

"hey y/n good morning <33" "I TOLD YOU TO STOP WAKING ME UP LIKE THAT YOU DUMBASS-" "THEN WAKE UP WHEN YOUR ALARM RINGS ASSHAT."

on the more wholesome side, he likes cheek kisses (ib: mira ig 😵)

so when it's late at night and the both of you are spent, already in bed but still trying to stay awake because you want to spend as much time as you can with each other, he cups your face in his hands and presses a bunch of kisses to your cheeks to stop you from falling asleep.

late night talks? late night talks.

as much as he loves talking about his day - how sunghoon slipped on the wet floor, fell square on his butt and kept on complaining about how sore it was the entire day, how jungwon accidentally sneezed on jay's food, how sunoo made a kid cry by taking the last mint chocolate ice cream - he also loves hearing your sleepy voice either right next to him or on the other side of the phone telling him about whatever you had on your mind.

it be, how you saw a cute dog on your way back home and it reminded you of jake, or how you almost dropped your phone because you tripped over a rock, etc. whatever it is, he's happy to listen.

the members love you, but hate when you and riki are together. its chaos. not the good kind.

sunoo has officially adopted you, you're his child now (even if ure older). tbh he even hogs u sometimes 🤪🤪

like you come over at the dorms to see them and obviously your boyfriend, you knock on the door and sunoo is already up and running to open it for you.

"so how was school? anything new? did any of the teachers bug you?? do you need any help with homework? i can force jake to-"

meanwhile riki is just standing there, shocked, bcuz youre his s/o?? and ure not spending time with him??? SUNOO NEEDS TO GO AWAY 🚪👈😐

grabs your arm and tries to drag you away but sunoo grabs the other and the next thing you know you're basically being torn in half

"SUNOO LET GO OF MY S/O" "WELL THEY'RE MY CHILD" "SINCE WHEN." "I HAVE THE DOCUMENTS WITH ME-"

that continues for a while until sunghoon literally detaches sunoo from your arm 😬😬

their bedroom door has a hand made "sign" pinned to it (it's literally just 'NO SUNOOS ALLOWED WHEN Y/N IS OVER' on a piece of paper) to keep him away from u 😮

asks the older members to help him with pick up lines.

u heard me right, pick up lines. THE CRINGIEST ONES THAT DON'T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE AND ARE JUST OVERALL STUPID 😬

i mean what do u expect when jake is one of the people giving him flirting advice...

when he first started taking "flirting classes" with jake he was too shy to use them in person, so instead he whipped out his phone, opened the messaging app and asked the older to repeat all the pick up lines he knew one more time.

but the more time passed the bolder he got.

he knows they're cringey, he knows he sounds awkward, but does he stop?? nah. he likes seeing u all flustered, scrunching up your nose in disgust and facepalming yourself out of embarrassment. riki thinks it's adorable and it never fails to make him smile, so why would he stop?

"hey y/n knock knock!!" "who's there?" "when where" "...when where who??" "tomorrow, at the arcade, me & you" "EW STOP NO THAT WAS THE WORST ONE SO FAR. i decline your offer. A for effort tho 🤒"

he isn't huge on PDA because he's still a bit awkward with it, but he has his moments.

if you're going out and stumble upon a pretty crowded place, he intertwines your fingers, palms clasped together and carefully leads you out of the sea of people

bcuz he's literally a walking bean pole and can see above almost everyone's heads 😬😬

as i've mentioned before, he's quite shy with PDA but... but once he finds an opportunity he takes it.

so you're pleasantly surprised when riki doesn't let go of your hand even after he led you out of the crowd,

in fact, he tightens his grip on it and glances towards you to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable with him showing such affection so suddenly in public.

bcuz he's a respectful boy 😡😡😡😡

but that's as far as he goes, especially around strangers.

when it comes to his members though, he's a bit more confident and gets a bit clingier.

he would never dare to kiss you around others, but he definitely shows affection in his own way

like leaning his head on your shoulder, ruffling your hair, putting his leg over yours when you're sitting on the couch, inching closer and closer to you when you watch horror movies until you're basically clinging to his side.

it's all in the small things yk??

a sucker for compliments.

HE WANTS YOU TO PRAISE HIM AND TELL HIM HE'S AMAZING AT WELL... BASICALLY EVERYTHING.

bcuz he is 😐😐

the boys aren't even surprised when they see you sitting on a pillow on the floor, looking up at them with a huge grin and sending them a little wave when they enter the practice room.

and they're even less surprised when they see riki sitting right there next to you, with a blush spread across his cheeks and a boxy smile on his face because you praised the living hell out of his dancing skills a few seconds prior.

also likes it when you can't finish a certain level in a video game or something, so he can be your knight in shining armor and help u !!

bcuz he's a big boy and likes to do big boy stuff for his s/o 😡😡

expects u to go: "OMG RIKI URE SO COOL??!!!1!21!!??!3 I COULD'VE NEVER DONE THIS WITHOUT YOUR HELP" but is thoroughly amused when you tell him you could've done it yourself with a scoff but you're still grateful for his 'hard work'

just be sarcastic, bark back and tease him while also being mature, soft and loving when needed to and he's at your mercy 🙏🙏

omfg this is so long ok im gonna cut it here and do a part 2 or smth if i feel like it 😐‼️

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Aphelion: Chapter 2

gif by the wonderful @beydameron 💖

Pairing: General Poe Dameron x Female reader Rating: mature Word count: 5.5k Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, drunken shenanigans, mutual pining, yearning, mentions of past relationships, mentions of sex, language, clowns trying not to be in love with each other, poe dameron kisses.

Chapter One

The night air isn’t cold or unwelcome as it caresses your exposed skin from where you stand on the balcony: it brings a freshness and the most delightful fragrance of exotic flowers that scatter across the stretch of land before you. It’s beautiful here—not just the scenery, no. It’s more than that: the people, the atmosphere. You have only been on the planet for hours, but the people greeted you as though you had spent a lifetime here.

By now, the celebrations are underway. Dinner was a remarkable display of the finest foods, sourced from many different planets to showcase how the decadent flavours work so well with the food grown in the gardens of the palace. You sat between Finn and Poe, talking away comfortably as though you were accustomed to being a guest at such an elegant affair, but as dinner began to wind down and they got pulled into more serious conversations, you were suddenly reminded that you are completely out of your element.

Despite your vast knowledge and understanding of politics, you don’t hold a high ranking title, so you’re an outsider to this kind of life. You have always gone above and beyond to prove yourself, to earn yourself respect and promotions in hopes of rising through the ranks, but it never happened.

Maybe if the war with the First Order hadn’t overshadowed everything, things would be different. But after Leia had gone, Poe never chose to promote you; there was always someone else who fit the post better, who was slightly more qualified. He always chalked it up to timing or specialty or seniority. He’d say that you were so perfectly suited for a mission that he couldn’t possibly move you yet. There was always a reason.

Through it all, some small part of you wondered if he didn’t want to promote you so he could retain control over the missions you went on and in turn, limit your time away from each other.

No, he wouldn’t do that. Poe always wanted the best for you. He wouldn’t hold you back.

The loud music pours outside when the doors open and draws your attention away from the scenery.

“There you are!” You see Finn before you hear his words, and there’s already a smile curling onto your lips while you watch the man step through the open doors.

“Here I am,” you confirm and raise your half-empty glass to him. “You found me.”

For a moment, Finn doesn’t say anything as he stands beside you and looks out at the view while you inspect the side of his face. There’s a light sheen on his skin from the overly warm temperature inside, but he still looks dashing in his suit tonight.

“A little too much for you in there?” he asks and turns to face you.

You smile softly at him as you place your glass down on the stone railing and reach over to fix his bow tie. “Just a little,” you confirm, smoothing his jacket out before giving him your nod of approval.

“But now it’s your favourite part of the evening… the drinking and the dancing.” Finn rightly points out.

“And I’ve already started the drinking part.”

“Think you started that half way through dinner,” he jokes under his breath, intentionally loud enough so that you can hear him. It earns an easy laugh from you as you pick up your glass and take a sip.

Being back in Finn’s presence again is more than enough to settle your anxious energy, but the loud thoughts in your head continue; you can’t help yourself from trying to interpret situations you simply don’t have full knowledge of to pass judgement on.

The momentary laugh fades with your smile until you’re left with a soft frown on your features. This isn’t the time or place for a conversation about your position within the Resistance, so you bite your tongue and turn your attention to the view again.

But thanks to the wine, your thoughts continue to rankle until you hear yourself speaking before you’ve even thought about what you want to say.

“Sometimes… I feel a little out of place at events like this,” you admit, almost a little too freely.

“We all do, Stitch,” Finn replies with complete honesty. His attention remains on you instead of looking back out at the view as you had. “An ex-stormtrooper and an over-confident pilot… the three of us aren’t exactly traditional leaders.”

“I’m no leader.”

But Finn is quick to correct you: “Yes, you are.” This time, he tilts his head a little to bring himself into your eye line. “Not all great leaders need a title, Stitch. You deserve to be in there as much as any of those people. You probably know more than most of them combined, myself included. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I know it’s wrong, but I feel like…”

Before you can say anything more, the sound of footsteps against the rough stone of the balcony pulls your attention in the direction of the doors again, and your heart momentarily flutters as those drunken doubts begin to melt away.

He’s here.

Stars, you aren’t some young teenager with a stupid crush, but with the way your face lights up at the sight of Poe, you could most likely pass for one right now.

“General,” you greet him with a smile.

He returns it easily, along with the smooth execution of, “Lieutenant.”

“I‘ll be inside if you need me.” Finn straightens from where he has been leaning, and as much as you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to leave, you get the feeling that he wants to give you this time with Poe.

You place one of your hands on Finn’s arm and squeeze gently as you smile at him. The conversation is far from over between the two of you. You know that he’ll pick it up again tomorrow, when you both have much clearer heads to discuss it, and you’re more than appreciative of that. “Thank you.”

“I’ve been keeping the seat warm at the table for you.” Poe grins as Finn begins to make his leave.

“I’m not sitting at that table,” Finn retorts.

Poe’s reply is instant. “No? Who else is going to keep Lady Thalcorr entertained?”

“Heard that job was reserved for you.” And with that, Finn pats Poe’s shoulder and makes his leave again. But not before Poe’s next words hold him up once more.

“Finn… buddy. Come on…”

“No.” It’s a very firm answer, but you can already see his resolve slipping the longer Poe stares at him. He has a way of appealing to people with those eyes, and it’s wonderful to watch it work on others because you know how hard it is to say no to them. “Poe, no. She sits too close to me! Why… Why are you laughing?”

It’s true. At Finn’s words, Poe begins to laugh because he also understands. You’re sure Lady Thalcorr enjoyed sitting by Poe, but you had also seen the way she had been undressing Finn with her eyes across the table at dinner, so you’re sure she won’t be too disappointed with the replacement.

“Tell her I’ll be back soon. I have other business to attend to.”

With a deep intake of air and a curse up to the sky, Finn finally gives in. “Fine,” he grits. “But the moment she touches my knee, I’m bailing.” And with that, he turns on his heel and leaves before Poe can ask for anything else.

“Lady Thalcorr, eh?” you tease.

Poe finally turns to look at you again and moves to stand on your left. It’s the side he always chooses to stand on, even when Finn isn’t on your right.

“She enjoys stories about the Resistance.” Poe shrugs.

You laugh and finish your drink while holding his eye contact over the rim of your glass. “It’s not the stories she’s interested in, Poe.”

“You think?”

“I know,” you confirm, confident in your assumption that she is far more interested in Poe than the stories he has to tell. Who could blame her? He is looking dapper tonight in his formal attire, which conveniently matches the colours you’re wearing.

At the beginning of the evening, his hair was well-maintained and styled back, but as the night has progressed and the heat has increased, those curls have started to take their natural form around his ears and the back of his neck.

Maker, you want so badly to reach up and fix them back into place for him. It takes every ounce of self control not to…

“Drink?” Poe’s offer snaps you back to reality, and you consider it for a moment. No matter how much you do want a refill, it would require him to go back inside to get one for you, and you would much rather steal some time alone with him out here, drinkless.

“No, it’s okay, I…” But then you trail off as you watch him lift up a large bottle from behind his back. He had clearly taken it from one of the tables before coming out to find you. How very Poe of him. “Where… You know what? I’m not even going to ask.” You laugh, and he joins you with his own chuckle.

“It’s best not to.”

There is a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he takes the first swig from the oversized bottle and then hands it over to you with a beaming smile.

Maker, he’s a whole constellation of stars, shining with such luminosity that nobody will ever be able to dim the way he lights you up.

“Here, hold this.” Poe barely waits for you to have a firm grasp on it before he lets go and turns to push himself up onto the stone guard rail. In a moment of panic, your hand shoots out to grasp hold of him, fearing for his life while he clearly doesn’t.

“Poe!” you squeak and earn yourself another laugh.

“Hey, it’s okay. Look. It’s fine. C’mon, give me your hand… And the bottle. Don’t want you dropping that.” Poe takes the bottle first so that he can safely set it down on the other side of himself before turning to face you again, hand extended. Without a moment of hesitation, you grasp it, and with some help—along with a little dress manoeuvring—you finally find yourself up on the wall beside him.

“Don’t fall,” you warn him, and just as Poe opens his mouth to reassure you, you continue: “Can’t have you leaving poor Finn with Lady Thalcorr all night.”

Whatever he was getting ready to say now comes out as nothing more than a laugh.

It’s far too easy to lose track of time while you sit there with Poe, drinking your way through the bottle of some sparkling alcoholic beverage together and laughing about different events of the night so far. There are a lot of ‘do you remember when…’ questions, which mostly end with both of you erupting into drunken laughter again at old memories the night had sparked.

But somehow, it still feels like you reach the bottom of the bottle too soon. You don’t want this moment with Poe to end: it’s everything that once was and something that you continue to yearn for. Maker, you would give anything to have this all the time—not the drunken conversation, but the company, being together , present in a shared moment.

There’s a lingering smile on your lips as you lift the bottle and empty the last of the liquid into your mouth. The bubbles fizz against your tongue before you swallow and glance back over at Poe to see that he’s still watching you. No, that would be putting it too lightly for the way he's staring at you so… Adoringly? Lovingly? Fuck, it’s hard to pinpoint with a woozy head, and you feel a heat creeping slowly up the back of your neck.

“What?” you ask with an intoxicated giggle.

“What?” Poe questions in return and then nudges your shoulder lightly with his. “Can’t I look at you for a second?”

“No,” you blurt, lifting a hand in an attempt to cover his eyes. “No looking allowed, sorry.” And he lets you do it as you bite your lower lip, trying to hold back another laugh at how silly the whole thing is.

You’re still biting it when Poe takes hold of your raised hand and lowers it, keeping it enclosed inside his own. Your heart doesn’t simply flutter this time. No, it damn near explodes with the sudden realisation that crosses your mind: Poe has allowed himself to get close to you for no reason other than wanting to be here, with you, holding your hand.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he says with an honesty that catches you completely off-guard. All the joking has now gone, and in its place is something much more sincere.

“Poe…”

“No, I mean it,” he insists, clearly wanting to pay you the compliment without you shooting it down or telling him not to. “I’m not saying you don’t always look beautiful, but tonight you just… You know? You look really beautiful.”

There’s no fighting it as a smile breaks free across your face, and you momentarily lower your eyes, desperately trying to remind yourself to ignore the way the words stir dormant emotions within you. They sound like the most delicate melodies that you could listen to forever, but the song is no longer yours to cherish. Poe is wasted. You both are. His words are simply slurred confessions that his sober mind would never allow him to speak.

You accept the compliment regardless. “Thank you.” And as you lift your eyes again to meet his, you’re greeted with the sudden urge to lean in and kiss him.

Poe feels it, too. You know he does. His energy momentarily changes: his breathing shifts tempo, and for the first time since your mind became clouded by the alcohol, everything suddenly seems so clear.

He is the incandescent glow, the warmth and the light that draws you in like a moth, and stars, you’re hopeless in your fight against something that feels so instinctual.

He swallows heavily and slowly licks his lips. To say that you ache to feel them against your own would be an understatement—you long for their touch, seeking a brief reminder of what you once shared.

Poe inches closer, until you feel his gentle breath caressing your skin. The one thing you truly want is right there, waiting for you to take it. His gravitational pull draws you in and invites you to shelter within his orbit once more. Giving in would be a relief.

But you hold your breath and hesitate.

You can’t. This is not a path you can walk again, and Poe knows it.

The temporary solace you’d find in each other is not enough to eclipse the stark reality: being together only promises heartache and resentment.

“We should go and find Finn,” he whispers. His words are an offering, an escape route if you wish to take it. Maker, you don’t want to. You want to stay here and make bad choices: you want to choose him and this moment after desperately craving it for so long.

“Yeah…” You laugh breathily and draw back to a safe distance. “You’re… you were supposed to be getting back to Lady Thalcorr, remember?”

Poe’s only response is a small ‘mhm’ from somewhere within his throat while he contemplates the best way to slide down and find his footing. You’re glad he’s distracted with that: you finally have enough space to breathe again. Although, the breath that passes between your lips is somewhat shaky, and you’re almost certain that he hears it.

“Okay,” Poe mutters to himself, “we’ve got this. Just need to… Ah, fuck.” There’s a small scrape of his feet against the stone when he misjudges the angle but still somehow lands upright with a laugh. “All part of the plan,” he assures you with a wink. You can’t help but laugh and roll your eyes.

This time when Poe extends his hand to you, you hesitate.

Letting go of what you had once shared with Poe had been hard-–no, it had been torture. To have loved him so dearly while knowing that you could no longer be with him was something that had taken you a long time to get your head around, and your heart even longer. There would always be remnants of what you shared, but those no longer hurt as intensely. You learned to stop reaching out for him because you knew where that road ended.

Nevertheless, he would always be there, within your grasp as you both toed a blurred line.

You couldn’t go back there again. Not with a stupid, drunken kiss. You had to move forward, let your past with Poe stay there: in the past.

“Stitch?” Poe is standing there, waiting patiently with his hand held out to you. Maybe, on some level, it’s hope that he holds in his upturned hand. His expression softens when you finally decide to take hold of it again.

With his help, you’re back on your feet, although somewhat unsteady for a moment as your balance takes a hot second to kick in. Maker, you are going to suffer the consequences of this hangover in the morning. That is for sure.

“You okay?” Poe asks, sounding genuinely concerned. It’s with a soft smile that you meet his eyes again and nod.

And then you finally do it, you throw caution into the wind and reach up to fix his hair as best as you can before resting your hand tenderly against his jaw. You linger there for a moment, and Poe closes his eyes for a little longer than a blink and leans subtly into your touch.

It could be down to the way he sways. It has to be down to the way he sways…

“I think… we should head back inside,” you murmur, while your brain continues the sentence: …before we end up doing something we'll regret in the morning.

You couldn’t be trusted with him. Not like this.

It’s a quiet walk once you fall into step with Poe. You don’t even make it halfway to the table before someone has Poe’s attention.

“General Dameron!” An old man comes into sight, but you don’t recognise him. He knows Poe, though. The two men embrace, both delivering very firm pats to each other’s backs before they part and engage in conversation. He introduces himself as a friend of Poe’s father, and you have to admit, that momentarily captures your interest.

Conversations flow between those around you, and at some point, you naturally drift away from Poe as you move to join in with a topic that has caught your interest. Every now and again, you meet his eyes across the crowd and smile at each other until eventually, you lose sight of him and go your separate ways.

Poe is still present, somewhere. When the time is right, you’ll find each other again.

It comes in the form of a soft hand against your back some time later: Poe’s way of making his presence known to you—but something is different. His touch slides higher over the exposed skin, intentionally exploring a forbidden territory with a drunken confidence.

The warmth of his palm smooths between your shoulder blades as he turns to look at you with those dark, captivating eyes. Maker, his effect is instant: excitement swells throughout your whole body while you stand there amongst acquaintances, desperately trying to keep all tell-tale signs from presenting themselves.

It’s the alcohol. It must be the alcohol. But then his thumb strokes gently and maybe this isn’t just the alcohol… Maybe this is—

“Come on.” Poe is already stepping away from you, holding out a hand for you to take. “You like this song, right? Let’s dance.”

“Dance?” You laugh at the idea, yet you allow him to lead you towards the dance floor anyway. It has been so long since you had danced with Poe, but as he spins you around to the upbeat tempo, it’s as though no time has passed at all.

In this moment, he is just Poe. The Poe you’ve always known and loved: the man with the cheeky smiles, the easy laughter and care-free nature. You dance and sing together, knowing you’re loud and out of tune but it makes Poe laugh more than you’ve seen in a long time. And when you don’t know the words, you simply make them up. He loves that even more.

Poe twirls you around again at the end of the song, much to your delight and drunken giggles of amusement. Stars, you barely have time to comprehend where you’re putting your feet as the song shifts into something slower and you find yourself being tugged closer to Poe’s body.

“Don’t step on my toes.” The soft smile is evident in your words as you slot yourself easily against his body, one arm over his shoulders while your other hand holds onto his.

That’s when he rests his head against yours. You tell yourself it’s so that you can still hear him above the music: it is loud, after all. And he clearly doesn’t want to have to shout.

“I won’t,” Poe says close to your ear. “I was taught by the best.”

Leia.

The memories bring a gentle smile to your lips as you close your eyes and hold him a little bit closer.

Once again, you find yourself drowning in the familiarity of him: his fresh scent, the way pieces of your hair catch in his stubble, and how his broad chest radiates a warmth against your own.

The moment captures you completely, and unlike the last time when you had fought the temptation to rest your forehead against his jaw, this time, you surrender. You give yourself over to it, knowing that one small indulgence won’t be enough to topple the whole house of cards: but it might weaken the foundation.

You turn your head until the tip of your nose brushes against his jaw, so close to his ear, and with a satisfied smile, you finally allow your forehead to rest against him.

It’s a feeling of coming home. A sense of belonging and safety, amidst hundreds of unfamiliar people. You’re no longer orbiting him, passing by each other on a never ending cycle. You’re finally aligned.

The song finally begins to wind down, and you feel him turn his head a little more to breathe you in.

As much as you don’t want to, you have to admit defeat. Your head is thick and heavy from the alcohol, your movements impeded. “I think… I need to go to bed.”

“I think that would be a smart choice.” Poe smiles against the side of your head. “Should I get someone to walk you back to your room?”

“No,” you’re almost too quick to answer when you draw your head back to look at him. It takes a moment for his face to come into full focus, but when it does, a hint of a smile lingers at the corner of your lips. There’s a look of confusion on his face before you sigh and move your forehead to rest against his gently. “I want you to,” you murmur.

For the first time tonight, you feel Poe hesitate. The battle he fights against his drunken desires and what he knows he should do is evident in his heavy sigh. He wants to walk you back to your room. He wants this just as much as you do: you feel it in the way that his hold on you tightens a little more when he closes his eyes. But he shouldn’t.

You both know the potential outcome, yet neither of you are willing to admit what a bad idea it is.

“Okay,” he finally agrees.

“Okay?” You need to make sure you heard that right. Did he agree to walk you back to your room?

“Yes. Start walking.”

It’s not the most successful of walks. Both you and Poe are very drunk so climbing the stairs requires some teamwork: you, holding your dress up with one hand and clinging to Poe with the other, while he attempts to pull you both up the stairs using the hand railing. There’s a lot of laughter, and when you can’t climb another step, you sit down instead.

“It’s the shoes!” you insist as you look up at Poe, who is leaning against the railing to keep himself steady.

“Is it because they’re laced up correctly?” Oh, so now he’s teasing you? The smirk on his lips tells you he’s just as amused by his joke as you are.

“Are you teasing me, General?” Your amusement is evident in your words as you smile drunkenly at him, watching the way he supports himself to try and stop swaying. It’s different, seeing Poe like this.

Tonight, he has been having fun. Actual fun. You haven’t seen him this relaxed in a long time.

“Would I do that?” Poe’s question brings you back to the moment you’re sharing with him, and you can’t help but laugh. It comes out as more of a drunken, high-pitched giggle, though. The sound shocks you just as much as it shocks Poe, and you slap a hand over your mouth as it turns into louder laughter.

“C’mon,” he gets out between his own waves of laughter and holds a hand out for you again, “you need to get up. It’s not much further.”

It feels far. It feels really fucking far. The walk would be a lot easier without your shoes, and with that thought, you look down at them, considering removing them.

Poe knows exactly what you’re thinking, and he’s quick to cut into your thoughts: “Don’t… Don’t you dare take them off yet. You can’t be walking through a place like this without your shoes on…”

He’s right. This palace has a certain kind of class that you’re most definitely lacking right now as you cling to the railing while taking a rest part-way up the stairs.

With a heavy sigh, you reach up for his hand again and allow him to help you back up to your feet.

Somehow, you both make it to the top without injury: entwined hands swinging between you gently while you walk down the hallway towards the guest rooms that had been provided for Poe and his company. Yours was right next door to his, of course.

Glancing at him, you wait for him to meet your eyes before you shoot him a smile.

“You know what my favourite part about tonight was?” you ask, but you barely give him a second to answer before you’re continuing. “Dancing with you. It’s been so long since I saw you dance… How does it go again?”

You lift your hands so you can twirl yourself under his arm, laughing and coming to a stop outside of your room.

There’s an attempted ‘shhh’ sound from Poe, but it’s broken by his own laughter as he tries to quiet you down a little. “People are sleeping.”

“I should sleep,” you suddenly realise, “we have to be up in…” You lift your arm to squint at the communication device on your wrist, but the numbers seem to blur together. “In…” With one eye now closed, you try again.

“Having trouble?”

“No,” you lie with a small laugh. “I think… these numbers… got smaller.”

Poe finally drops his hand from yours and takes a couple of steps closer so that he can tilt his head around and squint at the numbers, too. He’s close. The soft curls on the side of his head brush your cheek while he attempts to read the time, and you suddenly notice that you’re holding your breath.

Breathe.

In and out.

In and… The air tumbles out on a heavier breath that you’re sure he hears, and as you inhale, your senses are suddenly flooded with the delicious tones of the General. It’s the same, familiar scent you drank in while dancing with him: expensive and deliciously masculine. Maker, it takes everything in you not to turn your face into the crook of his neck again and drown yourself in his scent.

“Five hours,” Poe confirms. “We have to be up in five hours.” His voice is softer, quieter. And you want to confirm the information he has given you. Really, you do, but your mouth has become as dry as the desolate, sandy plains of Jakku.

He straightens back up but stays exactly where he is, hand pressed to the wall beside your head while his eyes move over your face. They drop to your lips to linger there, and no matter how much you try to resist, you’re already licking them, tempting him to make the move that you’re preparing for.

You shouldn’t be doing this. This is the worst possible idea that either of you have ever had, and truly, Poe has had some remarkably bad ideas in his time. But, all logical sense left your brain around six drinks ago, and the tension that has been steadily building all night finally snaps.

Poe’s hand wraps around the back of your neck at the same time as your own fists into the front of his jacket to drag him against you. His body crowds you into the doorframe, mouths finally crashing together.

The bliss is instant: the kiss is drunken and messy and everything that you’ve been craving. Poe’s head dips while his tongue expertly licks into your mouth. It’s such a bold move that you’re more than happy to welcome, along with the taste of his last drink that still lingers as your tongues collide.

Any sort of thought process is long gone. The only thing left is the warmth of Poe’s mouth, the way he seems so desperate to devour you again after so long. He has been aching for this just as much as you have. This hasn’t been a one-sided desire. It’s been constant for both of you, lingering beneath the surface and looking for the perfect opportunity to claw its way out.

Before you can stop them, your hands are already working open the buttons on his jacket, eager to feel more of his familiar body.

Poe’s teeth find your lower lip as his fingers curl into the material covering your thigh, causing the fabric to hitch up over your skin while he considers his next move.

Fuck, you want this.

Lustful heat creeps through every inch of your body while you drop your head back against the doorframe with a small thud and watch the way his eyes smoulder with desire. There’s a hunger in them that you both know you’re more than able to satisfy…

Who needs five hours of sleep when you can put that time to much better use?

Smirking to yourself at that thought, you lean up to catch Poe’s lips for another kiss, but you don’t connect. He takes a step back from you, jacket dishevelled and hanging open.

“You should sleep.” If Poe wants those words to sound convincing, his execution of them is poor as he quickly straightens his jacket.

“I—What?”

No. How could he kiss you like that and then tell you to sleep? Your cruel brain had already thrown you images of dragging him into your room, stripping him down on the way to the bed… And now he was leaving? What?

“Poe…” You step forward, ready to protest, but you’re met with a small shake of his head as he takes a step back.

“We’re both… You’re drunk. I’m drunk. Get some sleep.” He steps back again, clearly trying to convince himself he’s making the right decision here. “I’ll see you in… Five hours.” And before you can protest any further, he turns and lets himself into his own room. What?

Stars, you are far too drunk for this.

Too drunk and too turned on.

“Probably wants to make sure he can still get it if he wants it,” you grumble to yourself and enter your room. “Well, here’s some news, General. That was your chance. If you think…” You stumble while trying to kick off your shoe. “If you… If you think…” You attempt it again but it becomes very clear that standing on one leg isn’t an option right now. So you sit down on the bed with a sigh of relief.

“If you think kissing me like that is going to be on the table again…” You don’t make it as far as taking your shoes off before you flop back and close your eyes. “You’re absolutely right. You asshole. You attractive, nice smelling…” But your next words are cut short by a yawn. “With your stupid hair… And your eyes… And that, that ridiculous thing… You do with your eyebrow…”

Within minutes, you’re sound asleep, still fully dressed on top of the comforter.

And five hours later, Poe is long gone.

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Chapter three

[grogusmum]

The Sharpie

As Told By Grogu Djarin

A/N: Maia @honestly-shite and I had milestone celebrations around the same time so when they posted this wonderful piece (link to original post) for a request I made. It was so sweet and so sassy Grogu getting up to shenanigans, I felt a little story coming on! So I decided to use it as a prompt for a little drabble as told by Grogu. I have done some clean up and editing from the original reblog comment.

Warnings: quick mention of food other than that just Grogu sass and shenanigans.

Okay so everyone knows I love the food on Earth. But another thing I like about Earth is crayons...and... and paper...paints... and markers! We make lots of fun things and you let me use all kinds of art stuff EXCEPT the sharpies, I do not know why they are called that, Dad doesn't either...

They are not sharp at all. But they are markers- permanent markers! But not really permanent, only mostly permanent... only when I used then to decorate the wall with pictures of me and Dad and the Razor Crest and stuff... plus also when I tried to fill in the blank spots on Tabitha so she was an all-black kitty for Halloween, you told me they are permanent enough and I lost my sharpie privilege, which means you put them way high where "I can not reach" I used the quote marks cuz I was told it is sarcasm, cuz I can reach everything. You did not know this yet, but Dad does. I think he was hoping I would forget about them. But I will not forget! They are bright and smelly and work on everything, not mostly everything...

E V E R Y T H I N G !

Like walls and cats, which I now understand is a mistake. (I am very sorry, again, Tabitha. Thank for not being mad at me.)

Anyways, Dad needed to fix a thing on the Razor Crest cuz it is old and always needs something fixed. And you had chores on top of the cottage! On top!!

So after some baseless insinuations about me needing "constant supervision", (see the quote marks) you asked Dad to take me with him. So he did, which I do not mind because even though I love Jupiter Cottage, I miss that place! It is the place where me and Dad became family.

Anyways, Dad opens a small panel and starts to fix some wiring (I do not do electrical work anymore!) and he was telling me about what he was doing... psst and about you, he likes you a lot! But I don't know what all he said cuz it was time for my game of being Dad in the Razor Crest, and being a Mandadalorian. So I took the sharpie out... and oops some goldfishes fell out of the snack holes of my robe, so I just ate them up quick, and then I drawed a Mando visor on my face, cuz I do not have my own helmet, obviously.

I do not know if Dad heard the cap come off? Or could smell the smelly marker? But he turned around speedy quick and was all, No! Not the pen!! And thinking about which shenanigans I am into!

Uh oh!! He got all still. Oooo, is he mad, I thought to just myself, cuz he looked mad. But he did not feel mad. Then his shoulders did some shakes, then he laughed and just sat with me. Then he shaked his head and sighed a what am I gonna do with my very best boy! sigh. It one of my favorites.

Then he brought me up to the cockpit and put me on his lap in his chair and let me press all the buttons and pull the all levers and everything!!!

He told me, good flying, Mandalorian!

The End.

Thanks for reading 💚

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[anxious2dsimp]

General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons​

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room. 

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’) 

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food. 

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

 BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like  👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

[chiliiscereal]

Chosen last: part two

Rottmnt x reader

Summary: reader worries that their new friends are becoming exactly like their old ones, unaware that they’re ditching them to prepare a surprise

Platonic, of course!

Part one: https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/650808822043115520/chosen-last

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“I’m SOOOoO gonna beat you, Mikey!” You gloated, smashing your fingers over the remote buttons and narrowing your eyes at the tv.

“Ha! In your dreams, baby!” He responded gleefully. He leaned forward and concentrated harder than you’d ever seen him.

It was your annual video game competition. Once a month you and the turtles (and April of course) have one day dedicated to seeing who was the video game champ.

Mikey won last month, Donnie won the month before, Leo won the three months before that, and Raph came close but April defeated him.

You were absolutely determined to win this month.

Surprisingly, Leo was on the couch behind you and rooting for you.

“Go y/n! You got this!” He shouted when your video game car passed Mikeys. He even jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the popcorn.

“Why are you rooting for y/n??” Mikey accused lividly. “I’m your brother!!”

“Y/n hasn’t won a single competition! Besides, you won last month!” Leo smirked, sitting back down. “It’s hilarious to see you this worked up.”

“Oh you and Dr. Delicate touch are gonna have a looooong talk later.” You snorted.

“Hell yeah he is!” Mikey growled.

Before you could say anything else, Raph entered the room.

“Hey, guys, sorry to cut things short but... Dad needs us to clean!” He blurted out quickly. “Sorry y/n but you should probably go.”

You waved him off, shutting the tv off. “Oh, I can stay and help!”

“No! I mean, it’ll just be boring trust me.” He intervened and took the remote from you hurriedly. He even grabbed your arm and pulled you off the floor. “You don’t want to help clean! It’s fine!”

“Hold on, we have to clean?” Leo groaned. “We cleaned last month!”

“Yeah, why aren’t we fighting Splinter on this?” Mikey stood in Raphs way when he tried to push you out of the room.

You wriggled out of the red masked turtles grasp. “Come on! Don’t you want someone to help you debate this with Splinter!”

You were on the rats good side ever since you bought him the exclusive Lou Jitsu movie box. All the turtles knew this.

Why didn’t they want you on their side?

A small part of you whispered past insecurities but you brushed it away.

Raph sighed, clearly nervous. “Guys we gotta do... the thing. We gotta clean the thing!” He looked at them as if searching for help.

“What thing?” Leo narrowed his eyes.

“The THING. You know?” Raph cleared his throat. “You don’t want to know, y/n. It’s super gross.”

You placed your hands on your hips, suspicious.

“You know... the thing April mentioned a while ago?” Raph tried again, making some loose gestures that you couldn’t really understand.

Somehow, though, Mikey and Leo caught on.

“Ohhhh, the thing!” Mikey exclaimed and immediately began clearing away the snack mess that had been left from the video games.

Leo joined him. “Yeah! Dude, you don’t wanna be here to clean the thing.” He shoveled as much garbage in his arms as he could. “You can just head for the door and come back later! You know, when we don’t have to clean?”

Hesitantly, you grabbed your bag. “Okay..?”

What was this thing they had to clean?

Did they really think it would gross you out?

And why did it take them so long to catch on?

Whatever. It was probably more shenanigans. It didn’t mean anything.

“Alright then,” you stepped away from them slowly, “I’ll just head out.”

The turtles stood in their spots stiffly and waved goodbye.

You rounded the corner to walk over to the ladder, unsure of what to think.

They didn’t normally act like this...

But maybe Splinter just really wanted them to clean?

But why weren’t you allowed to know what the Thing was?

And April apparently already knew about it...

Maybe it was just that you were still relatively new to the friend group.

Yeah, that made sense.

Before you could touch the ladder you heard voices.

Two voices.

Coming from Donnie’s lab.

Well, might as well go say goodbye to Donnie right?

You shouldered you’re bag and headed over, standing in the doorway and knocking on the wall so he’d know you were there.

He and April were both sitting together looking at a computer.

You didn’t even know April was there! Well, she might get kicked out for cleaning day to. Maybe you could both do something together!

The duo looked up, panicked, and Donnie quickly shut the computer off. “Ah! Y/n! I didn’t know you were here!”

You frowned, a little hurt. “Today was the video game competition? I was here just like the last... five months?”

April gave you a too wide grin and shut the laptop. “Well! What... uh... what brings you to the lab?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Raph and the others kicked me out cause they need to clean a Thing? They said it was really gross, and I came in to say bye to Donnie and maybe see if you wanted to go get ice cream or something?”

April turned to Donnie, wide eyed. “Well... I... I can’t exactly... I have a...”

“She has to help clean the Thing as well!” Donnie filled in for her.

Now you were really confused. “But... Raph said it was too gross for anyone other than family.”

“It’s fine!” April waved you off. “But let’s get ice cream later! Okay?”

You gave them a small wave and turned around. “Yeah... okay.”

———-

That Saturday you found yourself walking down the street with one of your old friends.

She wanted to get frozen yogurt and had a coupon for a “buy one get one free”.

Normally you’d have said no. But the turtles AND April denied you every time you asked if you could hang out!

So you said yes.

Just like old times.

“I’m SO sure Jake likes me.” She grinned to herself as she typed away on her phone. “Hope you don’t mind but he’s gonna be at the frozen yogurt shop with us!”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “I thought it’d just be you and me.”

“It’s fine!” She waved you off. “He’s nice! He’s not like the last guy... uh... what’s his name?”

“The guy who told me I was a prude or the guy who told me I looked better with makeup?” You couldn’t help but spit out bitterly.

“The first one.” She eyed you strangely. “And what’s with you today? You’re more pessimistic than usual.”

“That one was Brian. And I’m fine.”

She turned back to her phone, the two of you weaving through the new York crowd.

You’d rather be with the...

The turtles?

You stopped, hearing familiar voices coming from the alley.

“How could you forget!”

“You think I just meant to?!”

“Maybe!”

“Guys, shut up, it’s not a big deal, okay? There’s still time to figure this out.”

“Easy for you to say! You’re just gonna make up another lame excuse and leave!”

“I will not!”

“Can’t we just wait for April in peace?”

“No, because RAPH forgot about-!”

You cleared your throat and entered the alley.

The boys were huddled together, arguing. Quickly they jumped apart and tried their best to act normal.

“Heyyyyy, y/n!” Leo gave you awkward finger guns. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

Mikey looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You were suddenly less excited to see them. “Hey’ didn’t expect to see you guys either!” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “What’re you... what’re you doing here? I thought you were too busy to hang out?”

“We are!” Donnie nodded. “Very busy.”

“Yeah and dad grounded us from hanging out with people so-.” Raph added, only for his plan to fall through when April showed up from behind them.

“Guys! I got the-!” She stopped, spotting you. Whatever was in her hands she hid it purposely behind her back so you couldn’t see it. “Y/n!”

You fixed them with a small glare. “Too busy to hang out?”

You didn’t want to sound clingy or desperate, but now it just felt like they were going out of their way to avoid you.

“Well, you know, April doesn’t count! She’s practically family!” Raph chuckled.

That was enough for you to make a decision.

“Well, I’m kind of with a friend right now! I’ll... I’ll just talk to you guys later.”

You backed out of the alley, surprised to find yourself looking forward to meeting the new boy your friend was chasing instead of seeing whatever goofiness the turtles were up to.

You’d survived without them before.

Surely you could survive until whatever this was passed.

———-

“Hey girl your birthday’s coming up!” Your friend mentioned at the lunch table the next day. “I’m Definetely taking you bowling! We’ll bring all the girls, maybe even Jake!”

You didn’t even like bowling.

You didn’t even like Jake!

He was just like all the other boys she’d dated.

But it was better than just sitting at home and waiting for the boys to explain their recent behavior.

“That sounds great.” You muttered, stirring your salad half heartedly. “Can’t wait.”

You went back to sitting with your old group since this whole thing started.

You didn’t have anyone else to sit with! April would disappear during her lunch hour and say she just was going out to get lunch, but she never did that! Ever!

A part of you believed that maybe they finally realized you weren’t worth being friends with.

Maybe you were always meant to be the hermit.

“You excited?” One of your friends asked. “I am! I’m gonna invite Jaxon to go with me and I’ll get dressed up-!”

You tuned them out immediately.

What was the point.

They were talking about it like it was their party.

Not yours.

Just like every other year.

———-

Another day went by.

You found yourself with those same girls again.

They were planning the ‘bowling birthday party’ and coordinating rides. But, of course, there was no room for you to carpool with them.

“Hey, y/n!” April shouted across the lunch room.

You debated about ignoring her, and then debated about just getting it over with.

Ignoring her seemed easier.

“O’Neil, what do you want.” One of your friends asked almost boredly.

Crap, April was right behind you.

“I just wanted to talk to y/n!”

You didn’t bother turning around.

“I know you heard me. Why aren’t you sitting at our table?”

You clenched you’re fists under the table. “You haven’t been here, April. Besides I have other friends.” You finally turned to face her.

She narrowed her eyes.

But, not from anger.

“Well... I’m back now!” She grinned, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Also, Mikey wanted to know if you wanted to have ice cream with the guys later tonight?”

One of your friends burst out laughing before you could even answer. “This Mikey guy is real?”

Another one snorted. “Who’d have known?”

You tried to laugh it off.

You really did.

But that proved harder than you thought.

April placed her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘who’d have known’?”

“You know what y/n’s like!” The friend beside you waved her off. “She hardly talks to anyone! He’d probably think she’s boring.” She turned to you. “Right?” She elbowed your side when you said nothing, as if she were joking with you.

You straitened your lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yeah... right.”

“So, when we go bowling for your birthday, do you think Jake will like my blue dress or my-?”

April slammed her hands on the table. “Hold on, you think this is all some game?”

Your friend shrugged. “We’re just playing with her! She knows it’s a joke!”

“Was it? Cause I couldn’t tell!” April huffed.

“April, drop it.” You mumbled. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” She nearly yelled. “You guys haven’t been a good friend to her at all! You forgot her birthday present last year and you make her walk everywhere-!”

You stood up from your seat. “I said stop, okay?”

Surprisingly, she did.

“It’s fine. Just leave it alone.” You walked over to the trash can and dumped in your long forgotten food.

She frowned. “Fine, if you don’t want me to do this, I won’t.” She walked next to you, casting a look over her shoulder at your table. “Even though I’m right.”

You said nothing.

What could you say?

“Hey, I... I gotta go talk to the guys.” April bit her lip and glanced at the door. “Can you possibly come to the lair? Tonight? Around... five?”

You set your tray back in the pile with all the other dirty ones. “Yeah, I can try.”

“Great thanks!”

April was out of there faster than you could say ‘hot soup’.

————

Wouldn’t you know it, five o’clock rolled around.

You didn’t want to go.

You really didn’t.

Well, you did, but you honestly thought this was going to be them ditching you.

All the signs were there.

Instead of over thinking you decided to just go. Don’t even think about it.

You arrived at the lair quietly, taking your time stepping down the ladder.

All the lights in the kitchen were off.

All the lights in their skating room was off.

By now, it just felt like this was one big joke. Did you misinterpret April? Did the guys even know you were down here? Ugh what if they were doing this just to laugh at you?

Finally, you got to their living room.

You clicked the light on.

“SURPRISE!!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the four boys, one girl, and one rat dad jumped out.

Confetti?

Cake?

Even a happy birthday banner?

Decorations with your favorite colors?

Your favorite movie ready and waiting to be played in the tv?

“Ha! Look! Y/n’s speechless!” Leo chortled.

“Happy early birthday, dear friend!” Donnie waved to showcase the room. “April told us your friends were having a bowling party on the actual day, and that you probably needed a little something fun, so here we are!”

“We got all your favorite things, facts checked by the master!” Raph patted April’s back.

“We even got your favorite video game from the store!” Mikey bounced over to the tv and picked up the disc case.

“We have cake, baked by me, and your favorite sodas!” Splinter gave you a toothy rat grin.

“And as for the gifts,” Raph chuckled guiltily, “you kind of caught us trying to get them at the store! April told us it was coming up but we forgot and had to rush to get things ready.”

You...

You honestly didn’t know what to say...

You didn’t have any words!

No one had ever done this for you before.

No one.

Not even the friends that you’d known for years.

A small tear slipped out against your will as you brought your hands to cover your mouth.

“Hey, what’s the problem? You’re supposed to be happy!” Leo dropped his party hat and rushed over, brothers behind him.

You wrapped them up in the biggest hug you could give them. “Thank you so so so much! I... no one has ever done anything like this for me!”

The family gladly returned the gesture.

“Ah, so they’re happy tears. Excellent.” Donnie nodded to himself. “You are happy with this, right?”

You released them and stepped back. “Definitely happy tears.”

April draped her arm over your shoulder. “Well then, what are you waiting for! Let’s get started!!”

That night was probably one of the best nights of your life.

For once, you weren’t chosen last.

You weren’t the extra.

You weren’t the plus one.

You weren’t taken for granted.

Let me know if you have any ideas for a part three! Possibly one where the turtles find out about the readers friends? 😏

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise.  The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission.  Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.  

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

_____________

“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”  

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

________

Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

________

“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”  

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?”  What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?”  He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.