#they get vey scared or hurt

[silkwhim]

why she sleep like a sick victorian child 😕

[mrs-santoss]

Attacked - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

could we have one where reader is injured, maybe she was attacked by fans or smthn, and theyre in the hospital? maybe neymar comes back with a strong statement? thx!

I'm a vey shy person. That's why I always bring someone to accompany me on the stadium when I go to see Neymar. People stare at me a lot, some of them yell stupid things at me. Today, Neymar is playing a very important game, he needs my full support. My sister was supposed to come with me today, but she canceled last minute and I had to go myself. I'm sitting at the VIP seats waiting for the players to come out. Neymar doesn't know that I'm here alone. Last time I talked to him, I told him my sister will be here. People started cheering and players stepped out on the field. I spotted Neymar immediately.

He waved at me and blew me a kiss before giving me a confusing look. I guess he's concerned about me being here by myself. I smile back at him not wanting him to get worried. Neymar's POV: I spot Y/N as soon as I get on the field. I'm very excited to have her here, she gives me a motivation I don't usually get from anyone else. I realized she was alone. I don't know why, she was supposed to be here with her sister. She gets very anxious when she's alone. I hope this doesn't bother her. The game starts. Everything is going great, we score after 20 minutes. I look up at Y/N and she smiles back at me and mouths "LET'S GO, BEBÊ". I guess she's doing okay, thank god. The fans are going crazy today, this is a very important game so fans from both teams are extremely euphoric. I know Y/N is safe on her seat, so I try not to think about it so much. A few minutes before the first half is done, fans from the side of the stadium where Y/N is sitting start to go crazy. They throw things, fireworks and yell out stuff. The referee decides to stop the game at first, to take a look at what's going on. I stop to catch my breath and look at Y/N. She looke very distressed and scared. I see her get up from her seat and make her way to the entrance. She wants to leave. Before she has the chance to do so, she gets pushed falling backwards on the stairs before a security guard catches her. I start to panic, I make my way to the benches asking for the coach to let me go up to her. He tells me to wait until we go into half-time break, I curse at him, but keep my eyes on Y/N who was making her way inside the stadium.

The referee blows his whistle and I sprint inside. I spot her in the hall with a few people surrounding her. She was panicking. I run up to her and kneel down to her level and take her hands in mine.

"Amor, are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask her all these questions, before realizing she's unable to answer them. I cup her cheeks and I feel liquid on the back of her head. She was injured.

"Y/N, you're bleeding!" I turn to face the medics and tell them she's bleeding from her head.

Y/N is completely unresponsive. She's just staring blankly, gasping for air. She was in shook and scared, we couldn't even ask her if she's feeling any pain. The medics decide to sent her to the hospital. I picked her up myself and make my way to the parking lot, where the ambulance is waiting for us. I realize in that moment, I'm in the middle of an important game, I turn my head to look at the entrance of the field and I see the coach motioning for me to go with Y/N. I give him a 'thank you' look and step outside.

I put her on the stretcher and they roll her in the ambulance. I step inside and sit next to her.

"Bebê, everything is okay. It's over now. I'm with you, you're not alone." I beg her to calm down.

She just stares at me, shaking and gasping for air. I don't think she's processing my words at all. I don't give up, though.

"Y/N? Let's breath together, okay? Breath with me, deep breath in and deep breath out. Now you do it, okay?" I place her hand on my chest, and instruct her to breath properly. After a few attempts, she manages to calm down and says her first words since I saw her.

"Neymar?" she says in a panicked voice.

"Yes, bebê. It's me. Are you in any pain?" I ask her immediately, after hearing her voice. "I don't know, my head hurts" she says and shuts her eyes. "It's okay, amor. You're going to be okay." I tell her and kiss her forehead. We arrive at the hospital. The put her in the emergency departments. I wait outside, and I realize I'm only wearing my jersey and I have her purse. After a twenty minutes, a doctor comes out asking for me.

"She's in stable condition, she suffered a minor concussion that should be healed in one or two weeks. She has managed to calm down now, we gave her something to put her to sleep." the doctor says to me and I sigh in relief.

"Can I see her?" I ask him right away.

"Yes, of course. You can!" he smiles slightly and leaves. I go inside the room and she's laying the sleeping peacefully. I kiss her forehead and sit next to her. After a thirty minutes or more, I hear a knock on the door. Kylian steps in. "Hey, bro. Is everything okay?" he asks as he walks in, places my bag he got from the locker room on the couch and places a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, K. She suffered a minor concussion but she's okay. How was the game?" I ask him while turning to face him. I completely forgot about the game. "It was good. We won. You have nothing to worry about." he says to me and gives me a quick hug before speaking up again." I placed your phone and everything on the bag, do you want something from the cafeteria? I think you could use some coffee."

"Yeah, I would like some coffee." I say to him, he nods and leaves the room.

This whole situation got me worried about Y/N. I hope this doesn't stop her from attending my future games. I need to react to this. I reach for my bag and pull out my phone. I open Twitter and decide to write a tweet about what happened.

"I'm very disappointed about the events that occurred today. First of all, I would to give a sincere apology to the fans and the team for ditching the game, I'm so proud of how the team carried on and won without me. However, I would like to focus more and the incident that happened in the stadium. Y/N, my girlfriend was hurt by some fans at the stadium that resulted in a concussion. For everyone who's worried, she's okay now and she's resting. I know accidents can happen, but this one wasn't in the nature of an accident. Soccer is about bringing people together, so I hope this will be the last incident that will ever happen to my loved ones or any other person.

Take care of one another! Neymar.

[kurogane2512]

Zamn I just finish reading your cocolia and it made me miss her more, can I request cocolia x FEM trailblazer(smut)?

Gosh, Cocolia my love I still want her back :((

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: HSR Cocolia x fem!Reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Smut and Fluff (teasing, interrogation sex, kissing, edging, fingering)

You groggily opened your eyes to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, arms being held up by some kind of chains as you looked around with heavy eyes.

"Welcome, you took longer than expected to wake up."

A familiar voice echoed; you couldn't make out who it was but you had definitely heard that tone before. You looked behind you as you heard the clinking of heels coming closer, only to be shocked to see none other than the Supreme Guardian of Belobog approach you. You then realized the situation you were in; she was holding you captive.

"Madam Cocolia? What's the meaning of this?" you questioned as soon as she stood in front of you, staring at you with her cold violet eyes.

"Silence. You aren't the one to ask questions here." she commanded, almost making you feel scared by the sheer tone of her voice.

She furrowed her brows and summoned a long polearm and held it behind herself as she leisurely paced around you.

"Do you remember how you reached here?"

You pondered upon her question and nodded, "Yes. You sent guards to invite me for something urgent then I was knocked out and—"

"That's enough. Speak only what is sufficient."

You too furrowed your brows together and glared at her, "This is how you treat your guests, Supreme Guardian? I thought we had an agreement."

"I said, you do not have the right to ask questions. Don't make me repeat myself."

She closed up on you and held your chin up before dropping it and walking to your side.

"Answer my questions truthfully and I'll let you go with no harm."

"And what if I don't? You'll kill me? You want to make the Astral Express your enemy, Supreme Guardian?"

She glared at you more and pointed the polearm at your temple, "Killing you would be mercy. The Nameless stand no chance against the might of Belobog's forces."

You stared at her then let out a sigh and nodded, "Fine, ask away. The faster it's over the better."

Cocolia was slightly surprised at your response and walked closer before caressing your face, making you blush all of a sudden.

"It's simple. If you'll be a good girl and answer obediently then not even a scratch will be inflicted on you~"

She smirked and spoke in a rather seductive tone; was this one of her tactics? To make you flustered around her so you'd answer? Well, it might actually work if she kept it up. After all, you were quite attracted to her from the moment you laid your eyes on her. A situation like this was more than exciting for you.

You nodded in agreement and Cocolia began asking questions related to what you knew about the Stellaron, your identity and how you are with the Express followed by your real purpose. Her methods were....strange, unconventional. You weren't sure this is how interrogations were supposed to be.

If you struggled to reply, she'd always come extremely close to you and ghost her lips over yours, tempting you into a kiss that would never happen. If you refused to reply, she'd hit you with the back of her polearm as a warning, it would barely hurt which made you wonder what she really wanted to do here.

"Hm, you did well. See? I kept my promise, not a scratch anywhere~"

"Yes yes, whatever....Do I get to ask something now?"

"....Vey well, it's only fair."

"Did you really want to do this? It seems to me you were forced to."

Her eyes widened then she glared at you and pointed her polearm at your throat, "Be careful of your words, Trailblazer."

You gritted your teeth, "This didn't seem like you, Madam Cocolia. It almost felt as if there was a voice in your head compelling you."

Cocolia became angrier and brought the blade closer to your neck, barely brushing the tip against your skin.

"Don't try to act so smart with me, Trailblazer. I'm showing you mercy, that doesn't mean you'll misuse it."

She proceeded to slide the blade down to your chest and stopped at the collar of your shirt, smirking to herself.

"Now, how about I show you what happens when you disobey?~"

You blushed as soon as you realized the implication of that, "W-Wait—!"

She stopped and looked at you seductively, walking closer and holding up your flustered face.

"Aww, now where did all that confidence go? Are you scared of me now?~"

"N-No, I just....." you trailed off and looked away, embarrassed to look at her face so up close to you. She sensed your nervousness and chuckled before pressing her body against you, her knee digging between your leg and rubbing against your core.

"My~ I won't deny you are quite adorable. Especially when you try to act strong but fail~"

She leaned in and pecked your cheek, the action making your face heat up. You then gazed at each other and your eyes feel upon her rosy lips, eager to feel them. She smirked as she understood your thoughts well and moved back slightly before keeping the polearm right above your collar again.

"Let's make a deal, shall we? Satisfy me and I'll tell you everything you want to know~"

You agreed almost too quickly, impatient to touch her. She chuckled and slid down the polearm on your shirt and ripped it open in a smooth motion, exposing your naked body to herself. You felt a sudden rush of cool air against your breasts and your nipples perked up at the sensation.

Before long, you two were entangled as she pressed up against you again in the same manner. Her knee continuously rubbed on your core while she massaged your breasts, pinching your nipples, and kissing your neck. Her tongue licked long strips up to your jaw, while her icy fingers pinched and twisted your nipples making you shudder.

"W-Wait, how would....you be s-satisfied this way?"

"Don't be so impatient, Y/n. Let us test the waters first~"

This was the first time she said your name and you couldn't deny it felt different, maybe you liked her more than you understood.

"Come now, give me good reactions with your cute face~"

You tensed up at the praise, you weren't expecting this from her. Yet, this side of hers was downright irresistible. She bit at a spot on your neck and sucked at it, eager to leave a deep red mark. Your pants were soaked at this point, her knee continuously rubbed against your clit and made you weak in your knees.

"Aaahn~ p-please....touch me...."

You begged out and she smirked, satisfied with your sounds. She removed her knee and stepped away from you followed by walking behind you hugging your waist, her ample breasts pressed on your back and you became more flustered. Her lips planted more kisses on your neck while her left hand slid under your pants and the right one played with your nipples.

"Good girl~ Beg for me more and I'll give you what you want~"

You leaned back on her shoulder as her fingers rubbed your clit, your knees becoming wobbly at the sensations but she was firmly holding you up. Her lips brushed past the edge of your ear, warm breath tickling it and making you shiver.

"What do you want me to do? Say it. Shout it."

She ordered and you complied, screaming your dirty desires to her. And she gave you exactly what you wanted, fingers inserting in your cunt and scissoring your wet, spongy walls. Her lips sucked on a spot eagerly, teeth grazing the skin and biting down. Your moans echoed in her ears, your body squirming in place as you struggled to stand up.

"Aaa- M-Ma'am....please.....l-let me....!~"

"My~ Such a polite girl, knowing exactly how to address me....You deserve a reward it seems~"

She plunged 2 fingers deep inside you, thrusting into the same spot over and over. Your slick dripped down your thighs and coated her hand but she didn't stop, her fingers fucked into you relentlessly as she was eager to make you cum.

"Cum for me, darling~"

You didn't have to be told twice, you came as a wave of pleasure rushed over you and released your juices. She held you as you panted out and came over your orgasm before walking away from you, holding her drenched hand in front of your face.

"Who's going to clean this up?~"

You gulped and complied, licking off your own juices from her fingers. She rubbed them inside your mouth, guiding them around your tongue and making you clean every corner before she pulled out in satisfaction.

"Well done. That wasn't so bad, you pass~"

You breathed out and looked down at her arousal, she was also wet and clearly needed more. She turned her back against you for a brief moment and you took the opportunity to pull away the chains and free your hands. Surprised, she couldn't react in any manner as you practically pounced on her and pinned her to the wall.

"Aah~ Y-You—!"

"Don't worry, Madam Cocolia. Our agreement was to satisfy you, I know that was nowhere enough for you~"

[pedrito-friskito]

Fluff prompt # 1:

“Should I stop talking?” || “Don’t, your voice is vey let soothing.”

With Joel Miller!!

please and thank you! ❤️💜 xoxo

my sweet skye!! 💕

Y E S joel miller this man is living in my head rent-free these days holy SNAP. this is a little fluffy, slightly angsty (but can you talk zombie apocalypse without a bit of angst??)

requests are open until saturday midnight!

rasp

(word count 1k)

It was a close call. Uncomfortably close. Close enough that you could taste the blood on the roof of your mouth, your teeth still on edge, every muscle in your body tense and ready to spring.

Even the room smells off, like gunpowder and metal. It’s weird, coming back like this, when you feel like you shouldn’t have come back at all. The crack of thunder outside makes you jump, hand automatically reaching for the gun tucked into your belt. You wrap your fingers around the grip, and Joel reaches for your wrist, loose and easy, trying not to scare you.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low, raspy. “It’s okay. C’mon, put the gun down. We’re home. We’re safe.”

You do as he says, the gun clattering loudly on the tabletop, and even the noise you know you’ve caused makes you flinch. “We’re never safe, Joel.”

It’s a loaded statement, you know, but it’s true. Even here, back in Boston, in the apartment, there’s something lurking around the next corner. Fireflies, the scavengers from the other side of the city, Tess’s terrifying bad side. You haven’t felt safe in years. And you’d learned to live with that, really. It had become almost easy to forget, to go through your day without constantly looking over your shoulder, without feeling the need for a gun and a knife.

But now, everything feels different.

If you close your eyes, you can see it. The screaming face, the snapping jaws, the lifeless eyes. You hadn’t seen one that close before, hadn’t felt that inhuman strength pinning you onto the pavement. It had only been a few seconds, before Joel had shoved the runner off you and put a crowbar through its skull. He’d pulled you up a moment later, crushing you into his chest, murmuring over and over.

It’s okay, you’re okay, it’s okay.

It wasn’t okay. It’s not okay, but it has to be. The other side of the coin: no matter what happens, no matter how you feel, you have to keep going.

And you do, for him.

“It was close, darlin’,” he says softly, “but we’re alive. You’re okay.”

You bite at your busted knuckles, a bad habit, and Joel tugs at your other hand. He pulls you close, moving your hands until they settle at the small of his back. He slides both arms around you, one braced across your shoulders, other hand diving into your hair.

You were embarrassed, the first time you cried in front of Joel. The stoic, silent man who had let his walls down just for you, who had let you into his tight-knit life, who had kept you safe since the day you met him. You’d have expected him to get up and leave, to tell you to cut it out, but he didn’t. He’d just held you, like he is now, and rode the wave with you, quiet as anything.

But right now, you can’t handle quiet.

He leads you back, his boots pushing yours to follow his steps, until you reach the couch. Then he turns, still keeping you in his arms, sinking down onto the cushions. You let out a little whimper as he swings his legs up onto the couch, moving your legs with his. The hand not in your hair moves up and down your back, rubbing circles and kneading his palm against your spine.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, lips against your hair, a soft kiss pressed to your crown. “You can let it out. It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re safe, baby girl, no one’s gonna hurt you.”

You bury your face in his collar, feeling the tears creep up the back of your throat. It almost hurts, a cracked noise breaking past your teeth, and Joel sighs, holding you closer, his big hand moving along your ribs, the fingers in your hair scratching lightly at your scalp.

“I’d never let anything hurt you, you know that, right? Long as I’m around, you’re safe. No matter what.”

Your eyes drop shut and you curl deeper into his embrace. He’s warm and you can smell that familiar scent of his soap; the minty kind you always scour for when you go out for supply runs. You adjust your head on his chest, tilting your face towards his, and his hand moves from your rib cage, up to your face, brushing the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re okay, darlin’,” he says, his voice slow. It seeps over you like a warm blanket, the deep rasp like honey to your ears. He kisses your forehead softly, fingers moving from your hair to massage the base of your skull. It makes you moan quietly, but it comes out more like a whimper. “I’m right here. I’m not goin’ anywhere, you hear? I’m right here.”

You keep our eyes tightly shut, forcing yourself to imagine the good things, few and far in between as they are. Joel’s face swims to the surface, and it makes the tension in your chest ease. He keeps talking, telling you you’re okay, that it’ll all be okay. He sounds so convincing, like he believes it, though you know he has days dark as you feel right now.

It’s a minute before you realize you haven’t moved or made a sound for a while, and Joel’s thumb rides the curve of your cheek. “Hey, you wanna go to bed, baby girl?” You shake your head in his grip, burrow deeper into his side, soaking up his warmth. “Should I stop talking?”

“Don’t,” you croak out, shaking your head again, curling your hand around his hip, holding onto him like an anchor. “Your voice is very soothing.”

He chuckles into your hair. “Whatever you say, darlin’.” He brushes your hair from your face. “I know it was a close call, scared the hell outta me too, y’know.” His voice nearly cracks, and you tilt your head back, look up at him. “I can’t lose you, baby girl. Dunno what it would do to me.”

“Joel—”

“I won’t lose you,” he says, adamant in his tone. “I promise you, you hear me? I love—” Joel cuts himself off, and you are suddenly very awake.

“I love you, too,” you breathe out, the words cracked from your tears, but your voice is clear enough. He just stares back at you, mouth slightly parted. “I do.”

“Baby girl,” he whispers and leans closer, shuffling you up his body, until his lips meet yours.

[romanestuffsposts]

so Stucky’s little has trouble brushing their teeth so they figure out a way to get them to brush their teeth more. whether that be stuffies or treats or cuddles or other rewards.

I struggle with brushing my teeth due to sensory issues & my depression. that is only heightened for me whilst in little space (mainly the sensory issues)

so I would really love for you to do something regarding that

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the request and for being so patient with me! I love this beautiful request!

I hope you'll find a way to be able to be comfortable with brushing your teeth! You're doing an amazing job!! ❤️

I hope you like how i turned it and I hope it's close to what you wanted

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : struggle with sensor issue, daddies are trying to help their little girl, comfort, fluff, cuddles and kisses

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you're daddies are ready to do everything to help you win a battle

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Your Daddies look at you through the dinner table. Anxious looks on their face. It's the same things every mornings and every evenings. It's a constent battle between you and them to get you to wash your teeth.

They don't know what's triggering you so much about it, but they know it's a sensitive subject to you so they never pushed you to say anything. They just want to keep you in a good health. They're scared for you little teeth, if you don't wash them, you'll end up having to go to the dentist and they know how much you hate that.

"was it good, baby ?" your Daddy asks as he watches you resting your back against your seat. You nod and clean your mouth with a towel "vey goot, Daddy" you say nodding.

He smiles "thank you, babygirl"

They never say the words out loud. When you'll ask what you're gonna do for the evening and they start explaining what's on their mind, they never say "... then brushing your teeth, a bedtime story, and then a good sleep" because they knew how you'll react.

They thought about thousands of way to make you brushing your teeth but it's always bringing the tropic who is impossible. They want to praise you and they want to tell you how proud they are of you when you'll start to fight your struggle. They have to make you understand that they got your back, you won't fight alone. They're here and they're ready to do that battle with you, no matter how much times it takes and how you end up winning.

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"You're ready to bed, princess ?" your Papa asks as he strokes your legs who are laying across his laps on the couch. You yawn and nod your head, your hands start to stroke your eyes as you were almost falling asleep a few seconds ago. But your Daddy is quick to refrain them "no no no, little one" he says taking them away from your eyes "don't be so aggressive on them, we don't want to hurt those beautiful eyes now, do we ?" he says kissing your forehead

You melt into his touch and close your eyes again, ready to fall asleep. Your Papa gently pulls your legs away from him and lifts you in his arms "we'll go in the bathroom to make a last tour of everything before bed, sweetie" he quietly says as you get comfy in his arms.

You barely heard his words and he's thankful for that. He carries you upstairs while Bucky is following closely behind, his hands holding your toes as they wonder around the house. They enter in their bedroom and go straight for the bathroom.

Bucky is helping Steve lowering your pants and panties before sitting you down on the toilet. You whine when you feel the warm and comfort of your Papa's arms leaving you and the cold tiles of the toilet hitting your little butt. He sats on the ground, in front of you and strokes your thighs as he waits.

You're too tired to open your eyes right now so you keep them close, causing your body to balancing from side to side. Bucky used that as his change to get your toothbrush and a cup of water ready, just incase.

When you finish what you had to do, you whine and make grabby hands at your Papa so he'll take you back in his warm arms. He immediatly listens and hold you close to him "now, baby," he gently says as he walks toward the sink "we would like one more thing from you" he vaguly says.

You hum, almost asleep on his shoulder. You Daddy strokes your back and takes a breath "we need you to brush your teeth, little one"

You shake your head "no thant you" you mumble and wait for your Papa to carry you to bed. "Baby" he sighs and sits you on the sink. This time you open your eyes and is ready to tell them that you have enough of them sitting you on cold things but stops when you see your Daddy hold your toothbrush.

You cross your arms and shake your head "don wanna"

"Baby listen," your Daddy starts, he takes a hold of your feet and randomly hold your toes like he often does "it's really important that you take care of your teeth. We're here to help you get that done but you have to help us"

You shake your head "pwease" you plead looking at them "just wanna seep" your voice starts to tremble as you talk. You just want to go to bed and sleep in their arms, between them and dreaming an happy dream before waking up and living a perfect day.

"And we'll carry you to bed right after, we'll cuddle you all night and all mornings if you want, we'll read you as much stories as you want" your Papa says "you don't even have to keep brushing your teeth for five minutes, just one or two" he says looking in your eyes "please, baby"

You shake your head again, a pouty look on your face.

"What's bothering you with brushing you teeth, little one ?" your Daddy asks as he strokes the top of your toes and the top of your feet "is it the mint in the toothpast ?"

You shake your head "you have to help us here, baby" your Papa says "tell us what's so difficult for you to deal with"

"it vibate ataint my teeth an my hand" You mumble looking down at it "an I don lite it" you frown shaking your head

"and if we buy you a new toothbrush ? One who doesn't vibrates ?" your Daddy proposes but your shakes your head again "don lite it on my teeth" you explain

"okay so you don't like the brushing feeling against your teeth nor the vibrating feelings ?" your Papa resumes and you nod, telling him he's right.

Your Daddies share a look before looking back down at you "do you trust us, beautiful ?" your Daddy asks and you nod. He quickly walks out of the room as you watch him leaving, confuse.

You look up at your Papa who is walking toward you, he cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss your little nose. You close you eyes for this little moment before opening them again as he pulls away "you'll be okay, princess. We'll make sure of that" he reassures you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

Just after that, your Daddy comes back with your favorite doll in his hands. He gave it to your Papa and walks back toward you. He picks up the brush and puts toothpast on it before looking at you "i won't turn it on, it won't vibrate" he says and you shake your head, ready to fight him if you have to

"Baby, you said you trusted us" he reminds you "let us try something, please, babygirl"

You didn't want to but still nodded. You open your mouth and your Daddy just rests the brush against your teeth but doesn't do anything else, for now.

You turn your eyes to your Papa when you see him moving from the corner of your eyes. You frown when you see him talking to your doll

"I know, maggie" he says facing her "i tried to tell her but what do you want me to say more ? We already tried everything" he sighs shaking his head. You're so focus on him that you don't feel your Daddy moving the brush against your teeth

"Well, yea I guess I can try that" he says making a thinking face, his hand stroking his forehead "you think proposing her new stuffies will help her ?" he asks "because I know her, after some time, stuffies won't be enough. She'll ask for more cuddles and then will asked for treats too and her Daddy and me will be screwd" he says then shoot his hand against his mouth "don't tell her i said a word she can't say. It'll be only worst"

You giggle who gives now the place for your Daddy to brush your front teeth as you watch your Papa arguing with your doll "yea, okay" he sighs "i guess you're right. Wether or not we will ended him giving her all of that"

You giggle again and balance your feet, your Daddy smiles down at you. Your Papa keeps nodding before thanking your doll and resting her on the toilet. Apparently she needs to used it too.

He walks back toward you and his smile grows bigger when he sees your mouth, teeth and lips full of toothpast "You did it!" he exhales as he reaches you "baby we're so proud of you" he says making you smile

You spit on the sink and clean your mouth with the water before spitting it in the sink too. Your Daddy lifts you in his arms right after you finish and kisses your cheek multiples times making you giggle more "you're the most amazing little baby in the world" he says "you did such a good job, beautiful. We're so proud of you!"

You blush and hid your face in his neck "thant you Daddy" He chuckles and carries you to the bed. He lies down in it with you and you nuzzle your face in his chest once you're comfy in his arms

Now that they have an idea of what can work, they'll have to work on their acting to be able to keep doing it.

Your Papa slides inside the cover and wraps his arms around your waist. He slides his nose on the back of your neck and inhale your sweet sent

"my doll ?" you whisper

"she decided to stay in the bathroom, sweetness" your papa answers, his hands stroking your bare belly to make you sleepy

"why ?"

"because she's scared that you're mouth still smell" he jokes

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for bringing the girl I loved back from the dead without really thinking about how she’d feel about it?

There’s this girl I love. More than anything. She’s… my best friend. The most important person in the whole wide world. We grew up together, and for a long time she was the only friend I had. She’s amazing, beautiful, and I’d do almost anything for her.

Which is… maybe the problem, I’m starting to think?

You see, I got her killed. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident— the worst mistake I ever made. I… I wanted to get her a gift, and so I hunted down an ancient artifact that I felt was befitting of her, I thought it would be a grand gesture.

But I didn’t understand the forces I was messing with. That thing was evil. It slowly drove her mad, destroying her from the inside out. At first it wasn’t too bad— she was just overconfident, maybe a little mean, but it got worse and worse. She started doing very, vey bad things, culminating in her ruling over our country with an iron fist. She… hurt a lot of innocent people, and she even hurt me. Eventually it got so bad we had to…

Well, me and some new friends I made had to stop her. Permanently.

It’s been a long time since then, and I’ve made a lot of new friends, but I’ve never forgotten that girl: my best friend, the only person I ever loved. I’ve never forgotten the ways that I failed her or how I wished things could have been different.

That was why I was so ecstatic when I realized there was a way for me to meet the grim reaper, recently! I vowed I’d summon it, then bargain with it to reclaim her soul. I’d bring her back, and we’d finally have the happy ending we deserved.

And I WAS able to. Maybe not as easily as I hoped, but I was. And all I had to do was… well, uh…

Sacrifice half of my life span to give it to her, meaning I’ll definitely die young?

But that was a sacrifice I was willing to make! That part I don’t regret! I agreed. Readily.

But when she came back, she was…

Troubled.

The good news is her personality was back to normal— the grim reaper made sure of that, but when I explained what I’d done (NOT the deal, just that I’d revived her) and why she was alive, she… got mad?

She started screaming at me, tears in her eyes. She asked how I could seriously do something like that after “everything she did.” How I could “even bear to look at her after she became such a monster.”

And as she did, something sort of strange happened. Her body started to shift. You see, the girl I loved… she, um, stole a few bodies while she was in the throes of madness, and although she was initially herself when I brought her back, that didn’t last. Her body is constantly changing. Most of the time she’s something in between what she used to look like and who she was at the end of her life. A few friends of mine have theorized it’s because she isn’t really sure who she is anymore, and her body isn’t either.

She freaked out even more. She started to panic, asking “what I’d done to her.” I said I didn’t know. She ended up passing out.

Some friends of mine explained the situation to her— what had happened while she was gone and helped her calm down. The next time I saw her, she was less upset.

She apologized for her outburst, saying it seemed I had “suffered a lot because of her.” She said she didn’t mean to seem ungrateful— she was just scared and haunted by the things she’d done.

I told her it was okay and that we’d work through it together.

But things… haven’t gone swimmingly. We got run out of our home because the rest of our country hates us. She’s still upset about everything she did, especially to me. She won’t even let me call her by her name, saying that after what she did she “no longer deserves it.”

And her body keeps changing. Which is… really hard on her. Her appearance has always been important to her, and she hates how she looks. She says her old body is the body of an ugly, unlovable freak and that her newer body is the body of a sick and evil monster, and that it’s even worse being something in between.

No matter what she looks like on any given day, she hates it, and she’s even started hiding her face. She made us take down all the mirrors at the place we’ve been staying at and wears a mask all the time, saying she “can’t bear to look at herself, and doesn’t want anyone else to see her either.”

It breaks my heart. I still think she’s beautiful, no matter what she looks like, but she doesn’t believe me. She says I’m just saying that to make her feel better.

She… tries to be strong for me. We’re in a relationship now (we couldn’t be before— too many societal customs holding us back). She says she IS grateful for what I did… that she wants to give me the happy ending I deserve after everything I’ve been through, but…

Sometimes I hear her crying in her room at night when she thinks I’m not listening, and I wonder if I made the right decision. I remember the terror and anger she screamed at me with when she first came back and I feel sick to my stomach. She’s always saying these terrible things about herself. She has so much to grapple with. She never actually seems HAPPY.

And even worse, a few other friends of mine recently learned about what I did— the deal I made, that is, and they were very upset with me. They said I shouldn’t have done that— that they couldn’t believe I’d sacrificed my own life.

The girl I love still doesn’t know, but I know if she learned, it would destroy her, too. She’d probably hate herself and hate me even more than she already does. I’m really scared of her finding out.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I made the right decision anymore. I just wanted my friend back, but I’m starting to think I didn’t think about what SHE’D want at all. I didn’t even stop to think about how much guilt she’d have to deal with— all the things she’d have to process.

…Did I do something selfish? And if I did, how can I even begin to fix it?

[lostquinn]

I thought I'd lose you

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff // Sad Connor :( // slight angst?

Summary - After inspecting the crime scene at Stratford Tower, all Connor wanted to do was see you.

The way he said 'I'm okay' in Jack's playthrough </3 PLEASE feel free to send me requests and asks!!

Warning - mentions of suicide (vey brief - just when Simon dies)

Word count - 1527

As Connor looked around the Stratford tower for clues about the deviants who had broken in and broadcast a message to Detroit.

He followed Hank until they had been briefed, then split off to make his own deductions about the scene.

The deviants hadn't broken in, yet they hadn't been stopped by workers of the tower. It was an interesting development.

Soon, Connor turned his direction to the roof, the route the deviants had used to escape. It didn't take him long to deduce that one of the androids had been left behind. There was a deviant still around.

He followed traces of thirium on the scene to a container on the back left side of the roof. Certain the abandoned deviant was inside, he opened the container.

He was met with a bullet shooting it's way into his chest, stumbling back as the deviant ran from him. It took cover behind a barrier as Hank dragged Connor away from the android.

"You have to stop them! If they destroy it, we won't learn anything!" Connor shouted to Hank over gunfire.

"We can't save it, it's too late! We'll just get ourselves killed!" Hank protested.

For a moment, Connor looked to Hank before throwing himself out of behind the cover. He dodged each bullet that charged his way as he approached the deviant, launching himself over the cover it was using.

The skin peeled away from his hand as he pushed the deviant against the wall behind it and connected with it.

Things turned white for a second as he began to probe the deviants memory. He saw the word 'Jericho' painted onto rusted metal. The area it was in seemed run down in the glimpse he saw.

The android sent by cyber cyberlife was dragged from the memory when the android pulled the gun to its jaw and ended its own life.

Connor dropped the deviant to the floor, taking a step back in shock. He rested his hands against the metal behind him as he looked down at the corpse at his feet.

"Connor! Connor you all right? Connor!" Hank asked, worry lacing his tone as he ran up to the android.

"Okay..."

"Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay" Connors eyes didn't meet lieutenant Andersons as he said that, instead he stared down at the corpse. His LED glowed red as he assessed the scene, the older gentleman talking to him.

"Jesus" he sighed stepping away "you scared the shit outta me" Hank turned "for fuck sake, I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?"

Connor had still not been able to drag his eyes off off the body before him, even as he was shouted at. Snow gathered in his hair and on his jacket.

"I was connected to its memory..." it was as if he, for a moment, took a breath of air. "When it fired... I felt it die" he paused "like I was dying..." his eyes widened "I was scared."

Connors voice cracked as he admitted to being scared. He wasn't a deviant. He wasn't. But in that moment he was afraid. He was afraid he would never see you again.

Hank let out a breath, shifting his weight on his feet before Connor continued.

"I saw something, in it's memory... a word... painted on a piece of rusty metal ... 'Jericho'"

With a sigh, Hank escorted Connor to his car where they sat in silence for a short while as Connor attempted to process what had happened.

"So, you felt things.." Hank finally grumbled. "Not going deviant on me, are you?"

"No, I self test regularly," Connor responded, a new sense of calmness in his voice.

"Alright." Hank pressed his lips together, looking at Connor with an eyebrow raised. "Is there anything you want to do?"

"Could you drop me off at [names] house please, lieutenant?" Connor asked, his voice quiet and slightly trembling.

"Of course kid," Hank started he car and they began the drive from the Stratford Tower to where their friend lived.

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Hank pulled outside of [names] home. The lights were on, softly glowing into the evening. Snow rested upon every ledge it could. Connor stared at their home, his thirium pump pounding as he saw them cross past a window.

"Did you uhh, want me to come with you?" Hank asked Connor, somewhat hesitant.

"I should be okay alone, thank you lieutenant." Connor didn't take his eyes off of their home.

Hank sat for a moment, watching Connor in silence. Soon, the older male cleared his throat, catching the androids attention. He motioned for Connor to get out the car and go to your home.

"Jesus Connor, go!" He grumbled.

Connors eyes widened for a moment before he hastily climbed out of the car, almost slipping on some ice. Hank drove away, knowing you would text him when Connor was happy to go home.

Connor stood out on the pavement, his hands clutching the hem of his jacket. Was he... nervous? No, he couldn't be. He was not a deviant.

He noticed a figure in the window, looking out at him briefly before your front door opened. A faint blue blush coated his cheeks as you approached him.

"Connor? What are you doing out here?" You questioned, pulling your jumper tight around you due to the cold.

"I came to see you," he tilted his head slightly as he looked at you.

"Well come on in," you said fondly as you grabbed him by the hand and lead him inside your home.

All of his attention was focused on his hand in yours, this new found warmth caused his blush to deepen as he stared at your delicate hand leading him inside. You would often grab him by the hand, mostly so that you didn't lose him in busy areas, however this time felt different to him.

No. It didn't feel. He couldn't feel. He was not a deviant.

You closed the door to your small home, both you and Connor now inside in the warmth. You soon dropped his hand as you turned to him, brushing the snow from his hair and shoulders, you noticed his LED was blinking yellow.

You then went to fix his tie, as that action had always seemed to clear his mind however this time, as you reached up to his tie, you were pulled flush against him.

His arms were wrapped firmly around you, holding you close as if letting go meant he could never hold you again. His face was buried in the crook of your neck. You wanted more than anything to wrap your arms around him however they were stuck in between the both of you.

"I thought I'd lose you," he finally muttered into your neck.

"What? Connor I'm not going anywhere," you assured him gently.

"No. I felt like I was dying today- when a deviant shot itself at the tower I felt it. I was afraid. I was afraid I'd never see you again,"

You opened your mouth to speak briefly before he cut you off.

"I never want to lose you." He paused. "I want to be able to hold you everyday, I want you to smile at me at the end of a long day. I want you to fall asleep at night in my arms and wake up and tell me-"

"I love you," it was your turn to cut him off.

"That," he pulled away slightly, looking down at you with a smile as his LED rested on a cool blue. "I think I may be a..." he trailed off, glancing around as he whispered the last word "deviant."

You chuckled "you think? Connor you said you felt, you're alive hun," you smiled.

"I also know I feel something else,"

You quirked an eyebrow, ushering him to continue his statement.

"Love" he smiled "for you- of course, obviously, I love you," his words were messy and panicked, yet full of emotion.

He gently pulled you over to your couch and sat down, pulling you to sit on top of him. Connor used one of his hands to cup your cheek, staring at you.

It wasn't long before he closed the distance between the two if you and pressed his synthetic lips against yours. His lips were soft, shy as they met yours.

You smiled into the kiss as you pressed your hands gently against his chest. The kiss soon ended, sooner then either of you had anticipated or even wanted however you needed to breathe.

"Has Hank given you a curfew?" You smirked.

"No? I don't understand why he would."

"In that case, would you like to stay the night?"

His face flushed a deep blue at the question, even going so far as to spread to his ears as he looked at you, completely flustered. He opened his mouth to talk as his LED flashed yellow, erupting a giggle from your lips.

"Yes," he finally stuttered, the words barely escaping in a whisper as the drumming of his thirium pump pounded in his ears.

"I'll make sure to tell Hank for you,"

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

i think it's funny to think people sees TMA!dnb and TMA!cundy? (Cala x fundy) As maybe disfunctional relationships for being vey affectionate with the other pair but they all are full of love for their parthers and just acept they like to express affection differently with other people but still love them

TMA!CUNDY THATS A BEAUTIFUL SHIP NAME I LOVE IT

And yes that’s exactly it! Some people don’t fully understand sometimes, except Phil who completely understands. But those guys definitely love their partners to the moon and back and they show it so differently.

Cala and Pre Prison Dream show it more obviously and affectionately— either with a lot of PDA or gifts! This leads them to obviously do the same with each other which is the reason so many people get confused on if they’re together or not.

Techno is more reserved on showing that stuff in public. In private he absolutely does, or with people around he trusts. He rarely does in public, and he will join in on Cala’s shenanigans if someone is being an ass or if they’re giving her a hard time.

And with Fundy he’s.. honestly nervous on giving Cala that affection in public. He’s almost averse to it to be honest. Mainly because of Wilbur since he was very strict on what to do or not to do. He’s honestly more scared of hurting her if he does give her affection or bringing the wrong type of attention/- so he sticks to doing it only when he knows they’re both alone. And Cala understands that completely and that’s why she initiates the affection in public all the time :3

Fundy trusts Dream and Techno, and knows that if they had more than just platonic feelings towards her they’d talk about it with him. Same with Cala. But the trio have reassured it’s all strictly platonic with her c:

There are times though when Dream does tease Fundy a bit, since he knows he had a crush on him so he likes to play flirt/give some affection too. And Fundy usually plays along— and also having that gay panic too HSJSSJSK

They’re all just a group of people who show a lot of love to each other in different ways. :3

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Do you see Seras victoria (the version where she has Pip as her familiar) as being a bit of a protective yandere with her love interest? Nothing insane but maybe like... a bit animalistic and passionate with how bonded she is to them?

This was fun so like with the Alucard I'm gonna do this in parts hope that's okay unlike Alucard each version of Seras is so different when it comes to her lover

Pre vampire Seras

Per vampire Seras is the sweetest of sweethearts she is just so soft and happy to be with you. Can do no harm and is very in control of how she feels at most she get's just a bit pouty if you seem close to someone. Is more of a talk it out person then anything and she isn't one to be super protective or possessive. Honestly a relationship with this Seras will have you being the protective one due to just how friendly and open she is with people. Either way this relationship is more often then not sweeter then caramel and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Vampire Seras

Upon becoming a vampire Seras changed a lot. She becomes more fearful around you worried she could hurt you or that you might be scared of her. Once you show her that everything is okay its almost like she's still human, after that only one thing stands out is how protective she becomes. Seras now see's just how dangerous the world truly is and all the things that lurk in the dark and Seras refuses to think about what might happen if she's not around. For the most part she wont be upfront about it, it's more likely that she'll just be a bit clinger wanting to go with you anywhere and keeping you away from the trouble that follows them. You mean everything to Seras and now that she see all the things that could truly hurt you she plans to everything she can to keep them from you.

True Vampire Seras

This is by far the largest change Seras goes through from someone who is was once a bundle of joy happy to just be around you to someone more guarded, hesitant and fiercely protective. As a true vampire Seras along with her familiar Pip are close to being a yandere but not in the same way Alucard is. Seras is now far more ready to do anything she can if it means keeping you safe and by her side and with pip it makes it much easier. Though still vey caring and loving she is far more on edge when outside of the manor and prefers that when out you wear something of hers should she not be able to follow. This Seras also doesn't get flustered in the same way as her former selves and instead is for more straightforward with her feeling Pip is a big part of that. With having gotten so close to losing you Seras gives in to the instinct she feels now more then ever before making sure you are almost always within arms length from her and showing you in everyway she can just how much you mean to her.

I know this isn't quite what you asked for but I really like this style and thought it would nice. I hope you enjoyed this and thank you so much for requesting and reading. Next is another bleach ask with one of my favorite scenarios though if that take's me awhile I also have a Dandelion ask I'm working on so please look forward to it! - Lilly

[leffee]

Alright this one is all about vinnie

- he can’t say no a lot of the time he finds it hard not to disappoint anyone so he’ll stretch himself a little thin sometimes to make his friends happy

- he can rock any outfit he’s put in with confidence he doesn’t care what it is he’ll wear it which is why he doesn’t think about the way he dresses when he leaves the house (it bothers the living daylights out of Russell)

- anytime he’s around music he starts dancing or moving without thinking about it

- he’s still in love with Sunil and feels guilty about it…

- anyone can talk him into anything if they try hard enough (for example pepper once told him if he ran with milk he would make yogurt so he did until Sunil stopped him and had to carry a disappointed/ tired vinnie home

- he’s not much of a fighter but he isn’t one to mess with when he gets pushed to far

- no one messes with vinnie he’s like the baby in the group of boys (just like penny is with girls) if they do they’ll have to deal with the boyfriend, best friend and no one hurts shahrukuh’s little buddy!

- he’s vey forgetful sometimes he’s left so many things at friends houses, locked himself out of his car, heck he’s even forgot to wear pants a couple of times

- vinnie likes flowers the different colors/types fascinate him plus they smell so good! him and penny flower pick together often

- no one can beat him at twister they’ve all tried the only one who came close was minka

- he gets to dirty without trying so none of his white clothes ever stay white at this point Russell says he’s not allowed that color anymore lol

- he likes to be squished while sleeping or in general it makes him feel safe!

- since he has no fur he often wonders what it would be like to have some and he does get a bit jealous he has tried though first with coats and other furry clothes but that wasn’t good enough so his next bright idea was to glue fuzzy things to himself (it didn’t go well)

- lotion is his best friend dry scales are no fun to deal with along with hair gel you’ll always count on him to have a comb on him though at all times his hair could be long/short but still requires a comb

- the girls will often use him as a makeup tester to see what will look good he doesn’t mind to much sometimes he actually likes what they come up with

- whenever he gets any clothes he can never find and remove all the tags or stickers m. it never fails that someone will find a tag or sticker on him somewhere

- he’s not the first one to break away from a hug and if he’s hugged long enough sometimes he’ll start to cry

- sometimes Sunil and Russell have tried to groom him but he doesn’t understand it or if he’s supposed to like it

- he also doesn’t understand women at all they scare him sometimes

~That’s all I have for now I’m sure there’s more~

Oh man, so many headcanons? And all about my beloved? It's not even my birthday 🤭. No kidding, I would happily take such birthday gift over almost anything.

yes yes exactly. We're all focused on Penny Ling (I mean she had a whole episode for her dedicated to this) but what about Vinnie? He would definitely be like that too, maybe to a lesser extent but still. He really doesn't want to disappoint anyone and might overstress himself due to that saying "no" problem. He's happy to help but also "aaaaa". I swear him and Penny are so similar in many ways, I will die on this hill

ahaha, poor Russell. I say he just can't care less what he wears, he just wants to be comfortable. In my head he very rarely wears tight things like jeans. He's all comfort over how he looks. It doesn't have to match, he doesn't care enough for that usually. Also, he's lazy <3

yesss, I mean, he literally did that. In this one episode in which the pets were looking for Minka during Biskits' party he did just that. He at least rythmically thumps his foot, perhaps even unconciously sometimes. Hearing music is distracting for him

oh? I don't blame him ;-; Sunil is great. Don't worry though, he has the power of ✨hiding his emotions✨

I see this scene so perfectly in my head xD. Just Vinnie running around with milk for hours, excitedly waiting for his yogurt. And then Sunil sees it and is very confused so he asks him what on earth is he doing so Vinnie explains. And Sunil is like "w h a t" and explains that it's definitely not how this works. In a matter of milliseconds Vinnie's expressions changes from excited and anticipatory to such big weariness and shock and literally all energy leaves him. Because he's been running for hours but in his excitement didn't feel that weariness, but now it all came down on him. So Sunil just sighs, picks him up and takes him home while Vinnie is practically limp and doesn't want to talk or think about how he just wasted so much time. At least he's getting his fitness in I suppose hehe

yeees, I agree. Kinda, but I still like it. Just, he's not the first to start a fight or anything, he's too dead inside chill to do that. But if you push him too far he's all in and will fight you and probably win because he's just this determined. The thing is, he's not physically strong, like at all, until you rail him up and those intense emotions will carry him as well as pretty good stamina. Little destruction, am I right

baby boy, baby boy! I want to protect him so much, pls heavens. The funny thing is that, as I said in that previous point, he absolutely can protect himself etc (granted, won't usually do it), but they will still do it for him. And pls I just love that "little buddy" so much, Sharukh you sly dog, you! This Vinnie-Sharukh is really growing on me

is he really forgetful or did he do that on purpose so he can have an excuse to spend more time with his friends hehe. How did he forget to wear pants though 😭. Absolutely silly. What if he just has bad short-term memory but great long-memory? Like remembering down to minutes when all his friends were born but where the hell did he leave that mug he was drinking from five minutes ago will remain a mystery.

naww, aren't they just precious? Wait, what if... since he's so fascinated with flowers he also knows a lot about their symbolism? Like, let's say that someone whom Zoe is dating atm gave her a bouquet of edelweisses and in his mind Vinnie's thinking "Why did they give her flowers that mean cleanliness?? The heck do they want to tell her by that?" He literally overthinks that so much

omg yes, that's exactly what I mean by saying that he's really flexible, the most out of all of them, and yes, Minka is second. (Penny is third, Zoe is fourth, and Russell, Sunil, and Pepper all take fifth place bc they're just not flexible at all). He can pull off pretty much every pose that requires some crazy flexibility and can twist himself into absolutely unholy positions. Like?? You're not beating that in twister. He might as well not participate because everyone knows he's gonna win. I have this vague scenario in my head that one day they all met someone and it was clear that this person thinks they have the best flexibility especially among them and takes great pride in it and is a bit overconfident with it. And surprisingly Sunil immediately pauses that and says that Vinnie is literally way better for sure. So that person challenges Vinnie to try being better than them, but maybe Vinnie is tired or something and he's just like "Nah, thanks." and begins walking away but then that person in like "Hah! I knew it, of course he can't beat me. He's afraid to even try, because he knows he's gonna lose." And Vinnie stop motionless for a second before turning his head full 180, you can almost hear his neck bones snapping. So he says he will absolutely destroy them and does just that ^^. Because if there's one thing he's good at it's being flexible

okay, listen, but what if, after he grumpily agrees not to wear white, a truly devilish idea grows in his mind. In act of defiance he does something that not even Russell expects. He dyes his hair white. Sure, it's not exactly clothes but that's the thing, he still sticks to the deal of not wearing white, but will have white hair for a while for the sheer ridiculousnes and unexpectedness of it

honestly this is my favourite headcanon from this roster because it is. just. so. cute! Yes, squish him, he's so adorable, isn't he? I want to squish him and his little cheeks. He can (and should) be used as a stress toy (bc you know, you squish the thing ayaya). As for being squished while sleeping... weighted blanket! He finds it weird to sleep without it. Give him a weighted blanket

absolutely. You can't tell me he hasn't wondered at least a few times what it would be like to be a mammal, especially since in this way he's the odd one out in their group. To have fur and warm-blood, so basically not being cold most of the time. A bonus thought, I'm not sure if this is how it would work, but warm clothes, blankets etc probably wouldn't even work on him, I think. Because the way those work they trap your body heat not allowing it to leave so you get warm, but like, he doesn't produce his own heat, so there's nothing to trap. I think about that A LOT. He can only warm himself up by using active sources of heat like the sun, radiators orrrr another person who is not cold blooded, wink wink nudge nudge. This is one of the few characteristic that I ALWAYS give him, he needs to be cold, whether he's a pet, an anthropomorphic, or even just full human. He doesn't get being warm rights

I already said somewhere that yes, he always has a comb with himself (actually I said hairbrush but that's almost the same thing so). But what I really want to focus on is the lotion. Because you are so right and I don't think I ever thought of that?? It's genius, yes, he absolutely has that and uses it a lot. Damn scales. Damn not-having-scales mammals

yeah, fair enough. He just gets to sit and do nothing while they do all the stuff, he can get behind this idea. He can take it or leave it, and he takes it. He sends pictures to the boys "How do I look? Like it?" that are mostly jokes

if it doesn't scratch him or bother him in any way I honestly don't blame him. He probably just doesn't care enough about that because if it doesn't bother him then what's the point in wasting his time on finding all those little things?

yes, please! He craves a lot of touch, my bby is touch-starved he really like physical affection but normally won't say it but at the same time once he gets it he will try to get as much as possible without verbally communicating it. And that's why he will cry if hold him for too long, bc he's desperate

ahahah, he's just like "??" or thinking to himself "Is this some weird mammal thing?". But I like to think that he would actually really enjoy it once he got used to it, maybe. I have this headcanon that kinda plays into it: Zoe sometimes tries to get her friends to go with her to a spa for a massage (and maybe other stuff, but for the sake of this headcanon let's stay on massages). And when she asked Vinnie to go with her, he reluctantly at first but agreed. And he genuinely enjoyed it so much, at least mostly. He doesn't like being touched so much and throughly by strangers, but besides that it was really nice

hehe lol

Well that was satysfying, as always of course. I have-I have so many headcanons for him, I'm not okay. Feel free to send more when you're in the mood! Whether for Vinnie or anyone else. I eat up those headcanons, they make me so happy.

[marvelman901]

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[christianwolfganglindner]

really didn't need the mid-dayshift realization that i haven't been alive for myself in a vey long time actually, it's just guilt and debt keeping me here

i don't think i'll harm myself, but i'm getting a sense of impending doom that i'm simply gonna die soon. i shouldn't be here. i was a mistake. i don't belong. i'm just a ghost with unfinished business. and when that's done i'm just gonna get hit by a car or have a heart attack or fall down a balcony and it'll be over. normally i'm not superstitious and i know logically it doesn't work that way and i am flesh and blood and born from this earth but i can't shake it and it's killing me

i'm not even scared for myself but i just can't die. my family needs me. they can't handle it all without me, they're struggling so much with school and cps and money and whatnot. i need to repay what i broke. i can't do this to the people i've hurt. that'd be so selfish and unfair. i can't be any more of that. how do i stop death.

probably by taking care of myself. out of guilt. again. i fucking hate it. i want to truly live or truly die, not roam around like some indebted zombie thing going to work and college like nothing's going on. i don't think god loves me anymore. might convert. i think i have depression. come to think of it, i'm surprised i lasted so long without getting it. most people would've given up a long time ago i think. i feel like this is only proof that i am not meant to be here. there's something wrong with me. i don't feel human. i'll just have to carry on like it's nothing.

i've survived everything else. guess i'll survive this too.

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A Sea of Green and Red Ch. 5 (A BakuDeku Mermaid Au)

Chapter 5: Unsure Feelings

Izuku was getting used to it. Well sort of. Moving for long distances was still a bit of a challenge and he couldn't imagine even going outside of the home.

But getting things for Katsuki was easier now that he could move.

The fever riddled the man immobile on the bed but Izuku did what he could. He fed him and he made sure to change out the damp cloth to help soothe the heat away.

He had found food in the home as well, thinking Katsuki had it stocked in one of his trips outside of the house.

Green eyes landed on the door again, a little nervous. He hadn't left this home since he had gotten there. He didn't know what was out there really aside from the village.

But he was too scared to go alone.

He had no idea what more than half of the human stuff was out there and what if that captain creep came looking for him, realizing he was walking on legs now?

That he wouldn't need water as much as he thought he did...

The thought sent a shiver through him and he approached Katsuki's bed again, taking a seat next to the blonde as he laid there.

This would be their little secret when Katsuki woke up. Izuku had to still figure out how to get back into his merman form. Drinking glasses of water only helped so much but his skin felt tight and itchy at times with how dry he felt.

His mind drifted of home again. Were things alright back there? No one else had been taken thankfully, the others had gotten away.

But was there anyone searching for him or was it a lost cause? How much did Shoto care for him to let him go?

And his mother...oh his mother. She must be heart broken, stricken with worry. There was no doubt she was doing what she could to get him back home.

He missed her and he missed home. Even with all the weird rules and everything. All those plans of the wedding and stressful nights of making sure things were just right...

But there was a charm to being on land at least. He was no longer cramped in the tank on the ship in the dark where the only time he got to see the light was when Katsuki came to visit him. Here it was pleasant, only the two of them.

Though when that tank came he didn't know what he would do. He may vey well never see Katsuki again after that.

Perhaps he should just give the captain what he wanted. Maybe then he would let him go and Izuku could come and go as he pleased?

Wait...why was he wanting to come back? The thought came quickly though. The blonde hair, red eyes. He wanted to come back for Katsuki.

What if he gave Katsuki the gift?

Shaking his head he sighed, tugging his new legs up close much like he did to his fin. He had told himself he would not give any pirate this gift as long as he lived.

Though Katsuki wasn't like the other pirates...

He let out a sigh of frustration and buried his face into his arms. He had to just stop thinkin. It was making his head hurt. He hoped Katsuki would wake up soon so he could talk to him and not be stuck with the thoughts brewing around in his mind like a typhoon.

The blonde let out a small noise of discomfort and Izuku was brought back to the present, reaching to adjust the cloth on his head.

“I've got you, Kacchan,” Izuku said softly. “Don't you worry.”

He would help him, just at Katsuki helped Izuku on the ship.

*

Katsuki woke up some time later, opening his red eyes and sitting up slowly. He felt like his whole body was stiff, like he had been laying for weeks.

But he had only been bed ridden for a few days.

His fever had broken and the cloth that had been on his head was dry and had fallen off. He looked around confused.

When had he gotten to the bed? And when had he gotten this cloth? Had Kirishima come to the house or something?

He didn't like that his memory was waning right now.

And what of Izuku?

With a curse he got out of the bed, heading for the room with the tub in it...only to find it empty. No water. No merman.

“Izuku?” he asked with a bit of panic. Had someone come and got him while he had been bed bound? A sinking feeling fell into his stomach.

He hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye. If he as with the captain now, Katsuki would never see him again.

There was no use looking for him now...

With a sigh he started to head back to the bed. He was a little lighteheaded as it was and maybe a few more moments in the bed wouldn't hurt.

Running a hand through his hair he went back to the bedroom, noting something he hadn't seen before when he had woken up.

A shape of another person in his bed.

Eyes widening he appraoched only to see Izuku curled up on the bed, sleeping away as he held onto the blanket that had been near Katsuki.

How in the world had Izuku gotten into the bed?

He pulled back the covers, climbing back into the bed and looked underneath the blankets. Izuku was wearing pants.

He had legs?

“How did you do that...” Katsuki mumbled to him despite he was sleeping. The last time they even talked about Izuku walking was when the captain threatened his life. Now here he was in his pants snoozing away as if he had been a a human all along.

Laying down Katsuki rest the blanket back on to the merman, fingers tracing over his cheek a little bit. Honestly...he had never been this close.

Izuku let out a hum at that, turning a bit into the hand that touched him a little bit.

“Mm...Kacchan,” Izuku mubled in his sleep and Katsuki felt his heart hammer in his chest. Why did he like hearing his name like that?

He nhaled a bit, finger tracing over the freckles that were on his cheek. He...was adorable. He was cute.

Even his lips were kissable.

Wait, no. He could not think that. And this was the most sacred thing from a merman. He could never betray Izuku's trust like that.

Besides, if his captain found out he would surely be dead.

“I don't know how you did it...but I'm sure you were so confused when you could walk,” he mumbled to him.

Izuku started to stir a bit, nuzzling his face into the hand a bit and his green eyes slowly opened, looking up at Katsuki.

“Kacchan...?” he mumbled softly.

Katsuki flinched, pulling his hand back quickly, a heavy flush on his cheeks. He had been caught touchng him so intimately...

“Hey,” Katsuki said.

Izuku pushed himself up, a slight flush on his cheeks as well, but kept himself silent over what had just happened between the two of them.

“So...when did this happen?” Katsuki asked, sitting himself up and gesured to the legs that were hiding under the blanket.

Izuku pulled the blanket back, looking down at them. They were skinny from lack of muscle and had a few bumps and bruises on them.

“What did you do?” Katsuki asked, lifting one of his legs  bit. “You look like someone took a spear to the legs.”

“It's been hard learning to walk on my own. I've been falling a lot,” Izuku sighed to him. “And I wanted to make sure you got to the bed and well rested.”

“I uh...appreciate it,” Katsuki said. “I don't know what happened. I don't get sick that often. If you hadn't helped I would've been a goner for sure.”

“You helped me,” Izuku said to him with ease. “It was the least that I could do.”

The two fell into an awkward silence and the blodne rubbed the back of his neck.

“Show me what you got,” He said to him.

“Excse me?” Izuku asked with surprse.

“Show me how you're walking. Maybe I can give you a tip or two,” Katsuki suggested to him. If Izuku was going to be walking he just wanted to make sure he was able to get around if he needed to be able to do so.

Izuku smile and climbed out of the bed and got onto tge floor. Katsuki watched as he tried to walk, his feet turned inward and his hands held out to try to stable himself.

“This is more or less how I'm getting around,” Izuku said. Katsuki sighed, shaking his head as he got himself out of the bed. Izuku's knees were even trembling.

“Alright we got some work to do,” Katsuki sighed. “You need to straigthen your legs and build the muscle up in them. Here, hold onto me.”

Izuku bit his lip but then grabbed hold of Katsuki's hands.

He used his hands to stabalize himself, knees trembling as he straightened out his legs. He nearly fell but Katsuki kept him upright, taking a step back himself.

Izuku followed after him, shaking legs and all until he started to get a rhythm.

“See, there you go. You're getting the hang of it.”

Izuku pouted a little bit and kept trying to walk. “Its easier said than done. I'm using you to balance myself.”

“Its like me with swimming through like...rough waters. I'd need preactice,” Katsuki offered to him. “You just arent used to that sort of thing.”

“I suppose,” Izuku sighed, feeling tired and he leaned against the bed to try to relax a little bit. “But I'm feeling rather dry lately...”

“How long have you been like this?”

“A few days. Since you went down with that fever,” Izuku sighed. “But I haven't been able to figure out how to get back.”

“Think about how you did it before....and then maybe try the reverse” Katsuki said with a shrug.

Izuku thought of it and then shrugged.

“Worth a shot,” he said, shimmying his pants down which caused Katsuki to curse a bit and turn away.

“Warn me before you do that. Humans keep that part of themselves hidden,” He sighed.

Izuku swallowed.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and then relaxed his body. A swirling like magic formed around his legs and soon his tail formed where his les were.

“I did it!” Izuku said excitedly.

“Congratulations,” Katsuki said. “Now we have another issue.”

“What's that?”

“Gotta get you back in the tub. And you're heavy with that tail.”

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hi! first off I love hm sm and I'm eternally grateful to you for writing it. I reread it on a daily basis and the chapters are practically burned into my mind atp. I wanted to point out, in the last chapter mk says he refused to touch dh bcs he wanted revenge. I feel like that contrasts w the earlier chapters a little? bcs I'm pretty sure mk says he does it bcs dh was scared and even on the first night he refuses quietly so that the people outside the door don't hear+

adding the second part of your ask here so i can reply in one go:

The way you want to interpret those words very much depends on whether you think Mark is a reliable narrator or not.

For me, to some extent, he's exaggerating things in his head because he feels a good amount of guilt. He has a lot of unresolved feelings about the way he treated Donghyuck in their early days, especially because at some point Donghyuck was even sick because of his refusal to have sex.

However, the way I wrote Mark in the first chapters, he knew what he was doing when he rejected Donghyuck, and it wasn't just him being gallant and not wanting to take advantage. He wanted to hurt Donghyuck by rejecting him. I quote, from ch.1

It comes out harsher then he meant it and he doesn’t regret it one bit, 

(...)

This is a rejection, and it is harsh, and it is worth it, the humiliation on Donghyuck’s face, after all the times he humiliated Mark. It is worth it.

(...)

Tonight, though, tonight he wants to be cruel.

And I agree that during their wedding night he did the sensible thing because he could see that Donghyuck was scared, but not touching him was also a way for Mark to establish control over a situation he could not control, and a form of retaliation. And since Mark is not a completely reliable narrator, and he has a tendency to be over-critical towards his past mistakes, of course in his mind he would focus on the part of him that was petty and mean and wanted to hurt Donghyuck instead of the part of him that wanted to do the right thing.

Thank you for offering to be my beta reader, but I actually don't get anything of mine checked by a beta. The person I call my beta is a friend who only reads and tells me she loves everything for emotional support, she doesn't actually proofread. I have severe anxiety and due to a bad experience with a beta reader in the past I get vey antsy at the idea of anyone I don't know reading my drafts, and I'd rather have a few more mistakes than a panic attack :(( But I'm very thankful to you for offering <3

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Superheroes with Secrets: Balls and Baubles (Fic Part 165. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/'Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"I'm your beast."

"You are like a species all to yourself… a hurricane of a human being, fast and strong but only when you need to be… god, I love you so much."

"I love you too, my sweet. I love you so much."

"Shane, I'm close… so close… oh, mon amour."

"Cum for me."

Kirby moans his name as she cums, breathing heavily but managing to stay awake.

"That's my good girl."

"brain is soup, but need to make the food for dinner." Kirby mumbles.

"I can handle that."

"But, me making it is tradition, I have done it every year since I was seventeen."

"Out of necessity. You don't have to anymore."

"Want to… I would feel useless if I didn't at least help…"

"We can do it together."

"Love you." Kirby whispers.

"I love you too."

"Baby Daddy…"

"Baby Mama."

"I love you so much… and right now I don't have the words to say anything."

"You don't have to say a thing."

Kirby sighs deeply before sorting herself out and kissing Helms gently.

"That's my girl."

"Me and you, mon mari… we can do anything… we are all powerful when together, no?"

"Powerful beyond anyone else."

"Like real life superheroes." Kirby smirks.

"Exactly."

"If we were superheroes… and you couldn't choose to be the Green Lantern, which superhero would you be?"

"Is the Hurricane an option?"

"Technically yes." Kirby nods, struggling slightly as she gets up.

"He's the one I'd pick. He's cool, sexy, and his wife is hot as fuck."

Kirby blushes as a deep red, stumbling over his words slightly, unable to say more than 'um' and 'well, I'.

He kisses her deeply, "I could never ask for a greater gift than having you as my family."

"Shane, I love you, mon mari… you vampiric sex god…"

"I love you too, my Gothic princess."

"Uhm, Shane, you remember when I woke up screaming your name a couple nights ago… and how I put if off as just a stupid nightmare?" Kirby asks gently, unlocking the door as Helms gets dressed.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well… can I ask you to promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Shane… Gregory, can you promise me that if you ever, ever feel even the slightest bit in danger in the ring, you will walk to the back, grab me and leave the arena?"

"Of course, but… what's brought this fear on?"

"In that nightmare, you were wrestling someone and something went wrong and you hit your head on the ramp and cracked your skull open." Kirby explains, not looking at Helms.

"Jesus…" he whispers.

"And I don't want to lose you or have you get hurt that badly, but I didn't know how to explain it then, so I shrugged it off and then the fear got worse, and… Shane, I don't wanna lose you."

"Sweetheart, you won't lose me. The people we work with are safe and careful. Anyone who isn't doesn't get to wrestle the Hurricane."

"I know, but I still get scared, Shane… you're my husband, I can't risk losing you, mon mari… you aren't just my husband anymore either, you're gonna be a dad too… and I don't want Lilith growing up without her big strong daddy to protect her."

"Lilith isn't going to lose her daddy. Not ever. And you won't lose your husband."

"Shane, I'm just scared, okay… I haven't been married before, nor have I had a child before, so things like the possibility of you getting hurt makes me a little afraid."

"I know. I understand, sweetheart. Losing your partner and the parent of your child is a scary, awful thing. But I won't get hurt. Way too tough for that." He smiles encouragingly.

Kirby's about to say something when Shannon and Jeff crash through the tv room door, obviously play fighting but trying their hardest to insult each other into a real fight.

"Oy vey." Kirby sighs.

"Of course, we get practice being parents to these lunatics first."

"Shannon, buddy… Byddaf yn ffucin eich lladd, or as you say in Saesneg, I will fucking kill you." Kirby murmurs as she pulls Shannon off of Jeff.

"He started it." Shannon pouts.

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, did you start this fight? Must I kill you in Shannon's stead, brawd bach gwallgof?"

"All I did was make him laugh when Matt bet him he couldn't chug a whole gallon of milk!"

"Pam mae Americanwyr mor dwp, pam roedd yn rhaid i arglwydd yn y nefoedd leihau eu hymennydd?" Kirby murmurs to herself.

"Take it easy on them, sweetheart, they're cruiserweights; they've got brain damage." Helms chuckles.

"You're the only intelligent one, it's partly why I'm married to ya." Kirby scoffs as she puts Shannon down and heads to the kitchen.

"Would you clowns shape up before she makes you sit outside to eat dinner?" Helms asks, giving Shannon a light smack in the back of the head.

"Sorry Shane." Shannon murmurs, blushing a light pink.

"I promise I won't hit him for the next hour." Jeff chuckles.

"Ninety minutes, or I'll bribe your girl to do something mean to you and she will."

"Fine, next hour and a half." Jeff whines.

"Wise lad."

"Shane, come help me cook, mon mari… having troubles with keeping weight off my bad leg… need a hug, too." Kirby murmurs as she stands in the kitchen doorway.

"Anything you need, sweetheart."

"Hug, please… maybe a squeeze, too."

"Sure thing." He smiles, hugging her tightly.

Kirby snuggles into Helms, kissing his temple and holding him close.

"I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you you too, mon ange… I love you so much."

"I love you even more. And I need you to sit down so you can keep resting your leg."

"I know, gimme a sec, mon ange." Kirby whispers, pulling away to grab her cookbook and sit down at the breakfast bar.

"Consider me your hands. Work through me."

"I'm tryin' to find the page… which is stuck together because of coffee, I think… gimme a moment."

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

"Right… there we go, there's your recipe." Kirby murmurs as she hands Helms the book.

"Looks simple enough."

"Dad bought me this book while he was in France in Eighty-six, waited for my seventeenth birthday to give it to me."

"That's really sweet of him."

"Christmas was never exactly one of our traditions… we had a feast and presents but, after that… nothing really, then dad died and I… I stopped celebrating any holidays." Kirby murmurs, playing with the sleeves of her shirt.

"That's what a new family is for. New traditions."

"New reasons to actually celebrate things… just wish my birthday wasn't so close to Christmas."

"I'll make both days special in their own right."

"Thank you, mon mari."

"It's my pleasure."

"Why do Americans make such a big deal about Christmas, I know the whole praise Jebus or whatever thing, but why do you guys start selling decorations for Christmas before Halloween… it seems slightly, derogatory towards those who prefer Halloween or don't celebrate Christmas."

"Because it's a holiday designed to buy things. A lot of things. Expensive things. The faster people buy these things, the better for companies."

"So… capita- cap- the word I can't say but you know what I mean." Kirby blushes.

"Capitalism, yeah. Root of all evil."

"I can't say that word, but then again I can say 'Grianghrafadóireachta', which is Irish for photography."

"Which I can't. We've got our strengths."

"Just be thankful I was born in Usk, and not in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch." Kirby smirks.

"Longest place name in wales. And you'll be pleased to know I've been to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch for the joke." He grins, pronouncing it perfectly on the first try.

"I love you, mon ange… you and your perfect pronunciation of Welsh, puts everyone else to shame, especially the other Americans."

"Well, they should be shamed anyway." He chuckles.

"Why do you say that, my love, is it purely because they don't bother to learn to speak to others in their native tongue, or is it another reason?" Kirby aske, leaning over the breakfast bar slightly and unintentionally showing Helms a lot of cleavage.

"That, and they're the main purveyors of capitalism, unnecessary wars and the murder of millions of innocents." He shrugs.

"Why do you think everyone hates the British so much, they built concentration camps during the Boer war, and for years kept the Irish as slaves."

"Yeah, they ain't exactly adored."

"Shane, is it just me or is my shirt tighter than normal, cause it feels a bit stuffy in here."

"Well, I mean, you're lactating now…"

"Yeah, still need to get a fuckin', what's the word… oh god, my brain's just soup, I can't remember the word for the thing."

"Pump?"

"Yes, that fucker." Kirby nods.

"Yeah, it's starting to get necessary."

"Feel like a cow… need to be milked."

"Very sexy." He winks.

"You wanna milk me, ya perv?" Kirby chuckles.

"A little bit."

"You actually want to… I can go check if we have a pump if you want to milk me."

"Where's the fun in a pump when I have my mouth and hands?" He smirks.

"I'll only let you do it if you rip my shirt off." She smirks.

"Maybe in a little bit. Before bed."

"Way to keep the tension up, mon sauvage, I'm gonna be bouncing with excitement all evening."

"Hoping so."

"You hoping that so you can watch my tits bounce?" Kirby teases.

"Of course."

"I swear you get so perverted… why does that turn me on… why am I like this?"

"Because you're just as sexy and weird as me." He winks.

"I prefer being sexy and weird to boring and normal."

"Me too. Especially if I get to see your tits as a result."

"You like these jugs, Shaney baby?"

"Love them."

"Do I distract you, mon amour?"

"Sometimes, for sure."

"Would you like me to pull my shirt down so you can get a better look at them?"

"Think if you do that, I may pounce."

Kirby chuckles softly, "Well, mon mari…" she slowly puts her hands on the collar of her shirt, "… you better stop me…" she pulls down her shirt, fully exposing her breasts, "… oops, too late, guess I better be punished?" She teases.

"Guess you better be."

"You gonna punish me Daddy?"

"That depends. What's babygirl think her punishment should be?"

"I think you should hold me down and make a meal out of my body all for yourself, if you get what I mean."

"Oh I know what you mean."

Kirby smiles at Helms, wiggling her chest to tease him.

"Guess the Hardys have to wait. Duty calls." He grins.

"C'mere sexy husband." She whispers.

He practically knocks her off her stool as he pulls her in for a hard kiss. Kirby moans against his lips, melting into the kiss.

"Bedroom?" He whispers.

"Must we hide our love, it's our home is it not?" Kirby teases.

"Well, no, we don't need to hide, but we need to cook in here at some point tonight with sharp knives. And you get… juicy, my love. Could be a safety hazard. Not to mention, probably against some kind of health code." He chuckles.

"Well, I suppose we should head upstairs, but you may have to carry me upstairs, mon mari."

"That, I can do."

"I love you, mon sauvage."

"I love you too, fy anwylaf."

"Which pagan god did you pray to to be so good at pronouncing Welsh words?"

"Is there one to pray to for that?"

"Well, I don't actually know, I haven't researched into the gods of my countries of heritage, but I do know not to trust the Fae how to look out for them."

"Met any fae?"

"Unless you or your friends are secretly fae, nope."

"Us weirdos with our colourful hair and our ability to fly? Didn't think we were being secretive." He grins.

"Ah, so I have sold my soul to the fae and have a changeling in my womb… how wonderful." Kirby murmurs, clearly not pleased by the idea.

[yamanorakuen]

Obey Me! Side characters meeting MC's desceased loved one

This is the second part of a request I got. I'm not sure if the person wanted a side characters' version but I like writing them to here I go again!

I hope these don't come across as disrespectful in any way. That is not my intention in the slightest. The same warnings apply as before.

TW: mentions of death, causes of death, meantions of drugs.. Nothing too graphic though.

[Brothers' vers.] HERE

You were eating dinner with Diavolo, just gazing at each other lovingly while occasionally remembering to take a bite out of your meals.

You were very much in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but Diavolo already knew what he wanted your future together to hold. And what Diavolo wants, that he gets.

So, while you were chewing onto your food, Diavolo spoke up.

"I want to talk to your parents. I want to ask for their permission to court and marry you." Diavolo stated non-chalantly, as if he hadn't just dropped a huge bomb onto your head. You nearly choked on your food at his comment.

"You want.. What?!" You asked after managing to swallow the food you were eating. Your face was red, either from blushing or nearly choking to death.

Diavolo just chucked at your reaction, finding it rather amusing, "You heard me right. I want to talk to your parents about my plans to marry you."

You thought about it for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Diavolo, the literal prince of Devildom, had just spoken up about his intentions to marry you, a measely human.

"There might be.. One problem.." You mumbled quietly, not daring to meet Diavolo's eyes.

"What is it, dear? I'm sure I can fix it." Diavolo promised you, reaching out to take your hand, squeezing it.

"My mom.. She's dead." you sighed, your eyes filling up with tears as your own words felt like an arrow piercing your heart.

"Oh.." Diavolo gasped, surprised, "I'm so sorry for your loss.. What about your father, then?" Diavolo continued to question you. You shook your head.

"It's been my mom and I since I was born. My father didn't stick around." you admitted, looking down at your lap.

Diavolo stayed quiet for a moment, "That is alright. I just wanted to be proper and introduce myself, but.. We don't need anyone's permission to get married." Diavolo quickly got himself together and stated with a hearty laugh. You smiled at your lap, still feeling Diavolo's warm and big hand interlaced with yours.

That vey same night after you had left the castle, Diavolo decided to take matters into his own hands. He wouldn't be able to bring your mother back to life, no, but he if anyone would be able to reach out to her for a little talk. He was the crown prince of demons after all.

Summoning the dead wasn't too difficult for him, and in no time your mother was in the same room with him, still recovering from the sudden disturbance and teleportation.

"Where.. Where am I?" she questioned, blinking rapidly and looking around with widened eyes.

"You're in the Demon Lord's castle, ma'am." Diavolo explained with a gregarious smile.

"I'm.. in Hell?!" the woman suddenly panicked, looking around for an exit. But Diavolo's reflexes were faster than hers and he quickly took the woman by her wrist.

"You needn't fret. Your stay here is temporary and you will be sent back after you've heard me out," he assured her, trying to appear kind, but fear and intimidation was still evident in the woman's eyes, "My name is Diavolo. I'm the future ruler of Devildom."

"S-So you're Satan?" the woman questioned, confused.

"No. Satan is somebody else. You humans do seem to have many misconceptions of demons.." Diavolo let out a drawn out sigh with an amused grin, having heard that many people believe Satan to be the rightful ruler of Hell.

"W-What do you want from me? My soul? Is that it?" the woman questioned, still doubtful.

"Nothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you. You see, I've found myself quite enamoured by your child." Diavolo stayed patient with your mother, not wanting to scare or hurt her.

"My child?! Is MC in Hell?! What are they doing here? Send them home!" your mother shrieked, panic setting in again.

"Ah, well, they partook in my exchange program to help unite the three realms. They were one of our human students we housed. It was not my original plan to fall for them, but I just found myself unable to stay away from them." Diavolo explained.

"So what you are saying is.. You kidnapped my child, forced them to go to your school and NOW you are absolutely obsessed with them?" the woman accused, growing angry.

"No that's not it.. Quite. They came and stayed here by their own free will. They have befriended many demons and angels alike and are well looked after. And I'm not obsessed with them, I just love them." Diavolo tried to convince your mother that his intetions were good.

The woman looked at Diavolo with a hardened expression, "So why was I needed here? Is my child alright?" she finally relented.

"They're perfectly fine. I summoned you here, because, well..." Diavolo took a deep breath; this first meeting had been very bumpy, but he had to take his chances, "I'm planning to properly court and marry your child and I was wishing to ask you for your permission to do so."

The woman's eyes were as big as saucers, her mouth slighly ajar at the revelation, "A demon wants to marry... My child?" she repeated Diavolo's words in disbelief.

"Yes. More than anything. I've never felt this way towards anyone else," Diavolo nodded with a serious expression on his face, "Moreover, your child would have everything they'd ever need or want. I can provide them with anything their heart desires."

"But what if their heart desires to bring me back to life?" the woman asked. That question made Diavolo freeze up. Bringing back the dead was one of the only things that were out of his limits. Not without huge sacrifices at least. Sacrifices that could lead to disturbances and uprisings in all three realms.

"I am sorry.. But I fear that might be out of my bounds." Diavolo hung his head low, feeling defeated.

But to his surprise, your mom reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, "I was just testing you. To see your true intentions. I had a feeling it wouldn't be possible, so I was trying to see if you would either lie.. Or promise to go so far there's no point of return." she assured him with a calming tone.

"So did I pass your test?" Diavolo questioned, looking deep into your mother's eyes again.

She nodded, "Yes, you did. You.. Have my blessings to go forward with your plan. I don't have much choice either way, do I? I'm dead and my child is perfectly capable to make their own decisions. And if they choose to marry you, well, I'm happy for them." and for the first the, the woman smiled.

Diavolo crushed the woman into a tight bear hug, "Thank you so much!" he laughed in pure joy, relieved and ecstatic that she had said yes.

"You're welcome.. My son." your mother called him her son endearingly, as a sign that he's now part of their family. Just the simple word made Diavolo's heart flutter.

Later, when he had already sent your mother back, he kept repeating that word in his head. Son.. He didn't remember his mother, so having someone like her call him her son made him extremely happy and wondering if this is what it felt like to have a mother, even if in reality she was his mother-in-law and dead.

Barbatos wasn't allowed to meddle with the timelines per his Young Master's request. Neither did he really have any real interest to do so; it was much more entertaining to see how things would work out without him controlling the narrative.

Even with his powers and high position in society there were many things out of his control; like the attraction he felt towards you. It is something unspoken, new and unfamiliar to him, but he welcomes this change from the neverchaning stream of events that his ordinary life so far has been filled with.

Sometimes when he had some time to spare, he liked to get to know you better; not by talking to you, but by gazing at your past. Seeing you grow up from a tiny human child into the person you are today has been truly magnificient, especially since Barbatos has never been a child himself.

One scene captivated is attention more than anything else; you visiting an old man every Friday, sitting on his knee, showing off your drawings, telling stories and playing pretend with the smiling old man.

It was truly an endearing scene; the chidlike wonder in your eyes, the gentle look that the man, presumably your grandfather, gave you as you babbled on.

So one time after you had left your grandfather's house, he decided to pay himself a little visit, rebelling against Diavolo's orders. He wanted to meet the man you seemed to carry so much love towards.

Your grandfather was sitting on an armchair, next to a grandfather clock as Barbatos appeared on the armchair next to him.

"Hello, mister. Are you perhaps MC's grandfather?" Barbatos asked politely. The old man turned to look at his, his eyes wide.

"Who are you? Have you come to claim my soul?" he questioned, a hint of worry in his eyes. Barbatos kept his calm demeanor.

"Nothing of that sort. I apologize if I scared you. My name is Barbatos and I am the keeper of time and space." Barbatos introduced himself.

"I am MC's grandfather, yes. What do you mean by... Keeper of time and space?" your grandfather requested some much needed clarification.

Barbatos kept quiet for a moment, thinking whether it was safe to explain that to the old man. After a moment of thinking he decided to indulge the man, knowing he wouldn't be around to tell the story many years longer, "I keep track of timelines and might interfere with them if so needed. I'm really not from your time or space, but just found myself intrigued by your presence and influence on little MC."

"How do you know my little MC?" your grandfather questions, raising an eyebrow.

" We're..." Barbatos thought about how to describe your relationship for a moment, "From the same circle." He finally stated, not wanting to use the word friend without your consent, especially knowing how he feels towards you without you knowing about it.

"Well, they must be special to you, seeing you came here for them just to talk to me." the old man laughed, leaving Barbatos slightly flustered on the inside, not that you could see it from his face, "But how do I know you're not lying to me? What year is it in your time?" the man challenges Babratos.

"In human world years it's 2022, sir." Barbatos replied impeccably.

"Hmm.. As far as I know, it's 2007. Well, what kind of major world events take place between 2007-2022?" the old man nodded his head slowly, taking in the answer and trying to wrap his head around Barbatos' answer.

Babratos begins to tell about the pandemic, differets wars and conflicts that have taken place, about terrorist attacks and the financial crisis of 2007-2008.

"Very well.. I guess I'll have to wait and see whether your predictions come true." your grandfather looked thoughtfully at his hands, "Can you tell me something about my death?"

Barbatos falls silent. Of course he has seen it. He has watched that scene more than once. The old man, now living and healthy, will be connected to many tubes and machines in a hospital as a sobbing MC sits by his bed, holding his hand and asking him to stay for a bit longer. He had seen when the old man got his diagnosis. He had seen his health slowly deteriorating. He had seen his funeral. He knew the day, the hour, even the second of his passing. But some things should stay secret, at least to humans in his mind.

"Do you really wish to know?" Barbatos questions the man, a shadow falling over his eyes as he looked at the man expectantly. Your grandpa pressed his back against the arm chair, looking slightly worried.

"I.. I don't think I want to, no." he shook his head with a sigh, tapping the armrest of his chair.

"Thought so. Stop worrying about your time running out and just enjoy the moments you have left," Barbatos said with a small smile, "Do you believe me now?"

"I suppose so... My friends are not going to believe their ears when I tell them this one!" the old man quickly recovered, turning back into his cheerful self.

"There is one request I would like to ask of you," Barbatos muttered and fished a intricate pocket watch out of his pocket, "Can you give this to MC? It is nothing dangerous or special, it is just a regular watch."

Your grandfather took the watch and inspected it closer. It had a rather regal looking engravings, accompanied by a fancy cursive 'B' and a teacup charm attached to it.

"Their birthday is coming up. Perhaps this could be a part of their birthday gift? I am positive they will cherish it alongside with the other presents you might give them as they come from their beloved grandfather." Barbatos explained even further, wanting to make sure you will receive his little gift.

The old man stays quiet for a while longer before nodding, "I'll do that." he promised after his small hesitation. Barbatos' smile widened.

"Thank you," Barbatos thanked the man before standing up and dusting off his clothes, "I need to head off. I might be needed elsewhere. Thank you for your time. Don't forget to live and enjoy the ride." Barbatos bowed to the man before teleporting him back to the current day timeline.

For the rest of the day, he had been smiling to himself, proud to think that you had maybe been carrying a piece of him with you ever since your birthday back then.

Suddenly his phone pinged and he saw that he had received a message from you. You had written: 'I just found this old pocket watch I got from my grandfather when I was a child and it reminded me of you! Isn't that a fun coincidence?'

What a fun coincidence indeed, dear MC.

Simeon was visiting the human world as he was ordered to do so by Michael. He apparently had to gather some information on the recent events in the human world and write them down.

Everthing was going well and Simeon had written down a lot of new information on the human world when he became.. Distracted.

There was a book fair in the city he was staying at and Simeon could not NOT visit that as an author himself.

Maybe he'd find some new interesting human world books and meet some human authors.

The book fair was a hit! Simeon talked with plenty of cool authors, got to buy so many books and even saw TSL being marketed there. He loved talking about the series with strangers who didn't know that he was the author of it.

Anyway, one seminar being held there that was about an author that had passed away a few years prior. He decided to enter the seminar, having not heard about his books before.

Weird.. This man shared his last name with you. Must be a common surname in this country, eh?

He saw pictures of the man on the screen. He seemed like a kind man. But wait.. He saw a man exactly like him sitting in the crowd, listening to the seminar with a curious smile.

No one else seemed to notice him though.

So Simeon decided to take action. He changed his seats, walking up the the man, "Is this seat taken?" he questioned politely. The man turned to look at him with a shaken expression.

"No.." he mumbled in shock and Simeon nodded, sitting down next to him, "You can see me?" the man asked in disbelief as Simeon nodded, "You can't be a human, right?"

Simeon smiled mysteriously, "Perhaps I'm not. But I don't think you're alive either, so what are you doing here?" he turned the question around.

"Well, I just wanted to see what they were talking about me. I've always had a curious mind, you see." he chuckled, studying Simeon intently.

"I am an author myself and I'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright?" Simeon asked for the man's permission to question him further.

"The floor is yours." the man nodded with a smile.

"I've recently been hitting kind of a writer's block.. What inspired you to write your books?" Simeon asked his first question.

"Good question.." the man rubbed his chin in deep thought, "Dreams. Life events. Love. One of my best selling books' main character was actually inspired by a person I knew, my niece/nephew. I base many of my characters on people I know."

"Oh, I do that too!" Simeon chuckled, thinking back at the demon brothers. Maybe he should start including MC and Solomon to his books, too, "Do you think the book sold well because of the main character?"

"Well, at least partially. MC has always been a very relatable person.. I've gotten plenty of comments about how my readers really related to them and loved the way they spoke and acted in my book." the author explained and Simeon froze at hearing that name.

"MC? As in MC *last name*?" He tried to clear the situation up.

"Yes, that's the name of my niece/nephew. Do you happen to know them?" the author asked and Simeon started to piece the puzzle pieces together. If this man was calling you his niece/nephew, that meant that this man was your uncle, right?

"Yes, we're.. Friends." Simeon answered, his cheeks slightly reddening. You might be a little more than friends or at least he had more deeper feelings towards you than that of a friend, but... He just couldn't admit that to your UNCLE.

"Ah, what a coincidence. I wonder what kind of crowd my niece/nephew has gotten into, seeing they have befriended someone not quite human.." he japped at Simeon with a teasing tone.

Simeon bit his tongue, trying not to explain to him that his darling niece/nephew has befriended demons and angels, "so what was that book about?" he changed the subject quickly.

"The main character was chosen as an exchange student. But that school was not just any school - it was a school with students from three different species - vampires, werewolves and humans. Previously this three species had hated each other - humans tried to stake vampires, vampires had a natural and instinctual hatred towards werewolves and werewolves mauled human villages and houses during the full moon. It was all up to the main character to get these species to see past their differences and work together." the man told the plot of his best selling book to Simeon.

Simeon couldn't help but smile, noticing some funny parallels.. Exchange students, three species, one human to connect them all together? Sounds all too familiar to him.

"You said you were an author too? And that you were suffering with a writer's block, yes?" the man suddenly asked, a serious look on his face.

"Yes..?" Simeon nodded, not quite catching onto what the ghost was after.

"I never managed to finish one of my manuscripts.. It's actually meant to be a sequel to the book I just described to you.. If you feel up to the challenge, could you finish writing that book for me and publish it posthomously? You could donate the earnings of that book to my niece/nephew, seeing that they were my inspiration to the first book altogether." your uncle requested in all seriousness, rendering Simeon speechless.

"I know it is a lot to ask, but.. I believe you would be able to finish my story the way it is meant to be finished." the ghost author continued, seeing Simeon's doubts.

Simeon thought about it for a moment. This could help him with his writers block AND he did know MC while also having the abilites to write a succesful book, "Alright. Do you have the manuscripts with you?" Simeon finally gave in and saw the ghost's face light up.

"Yes, they're in this briefcase." your uncle handed him a leather briefcase. Simeon opened it and saw around 200 pages worth of text. He flipped the first page just to read the words..

'Dedicated to my niece/newphew MC. You're the real main character. Thank you for always making my days brighter.'

Simeon was about to ask the ghost another question but when he looked back up, he was gone. Simeon stared blankly ahead, trying to compute all the information.

"Okay, I'll write this for you and for MC." Simeon mumbled to himself before getting up, buying the first book your uncle had written and walking out of the book fair, clearly on a mission.

Luke was up in the Celestial Realm one day, baking something delicious to Michael when he suddenly heard the sound of something crashing in the dining room.

Luke quickly ran to the scene, finding a young boy, probably around six-years-old, and a dog standing there, shattered plated next to their feet. They had guilty looks in their eyes.

"Hey! What are you doing? Those plates belong to Michael!" Luke scolded them and knelt down to pick up the pieces of the broken plates, "Ugh, this is such a mess.." he muttered.

"I-I'm sorry..." the little boy mumbled and knelt down to help Luke out, "I'm just new here, a-and my dog is so playful.." he tried to explain himself.

The dog whimpered sadly, tail between its legs. Luke couldn't stay mad at the cute dog and the poor little boy who was visibly shaking in his boots.

"Oh well, it's just plates, at least no one got hurt.." he sighed before looking up at the boy, "what's your name?"

The boy introduced himself to Luke. Luke also found out he used to be a human not so long ago. Luke knew what that had meant. The boy had died.

"This is a cute dog! Is it yours?" Luke asked, trying to cheer the boy up.

"Not really.. This was my aunt's/uncle's dog. But I guess now I'm obliged to take care of it!" the boy explained with a small smile.

"Is your aunt/uncle here too?" Luke questioned but the boy shook his head.

"No, they're still alive. They went on to study abroad in a different school so I haven't seen them around much.. I miss them.." the little boy told Luke with a sorrowful tone.

"I am an exchange student, too!" Luke exclaimed with a grin, "I went to the Royal Academy of Diavolo with Simeon, have you met him yet? Oh, and also two humans, Solomon and MC-" he was suddenly cut off by the young boy.

"MC? That's my aunt's/uncle's name, too!" he gasped with wide eyes, "Did they look like this-" he questioned and started to describe exactly what you looked like.

"Yes! I think we're talking about the same person!" Luke was flabbergasted yet excited to meet his friend little nephew, "MC is so nice! We bake together all the time when I am in Devildom!"

"Yeah, they're so nice.." the boy seemed sad all of a sudden, "I'm glad they weren't lonely while studying in Devildom.. I wonder if they even remember me anymore.." the boy questioned out loud, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sure they do! I'm sure I can arrange you two to meet sometime! They have been to Celestial Realm before, after all!" Luke promised the boy, not wanting to see him sad.

"Really?" the boy sobbed, looking up at Luke with hopeful eyes. Luke smiled widely at the boy while nodding, "Pinky promise?" the boy offered Luke his pinky.

"Pinky promise!" Luke chuckled and wrapped his pinky around the boy's pinky, "You can also see your previous owner, little dog!" he assured to the dog whose tail was now wagging excitedly.

"MC doesn't even know we're... Dead." the little boy sighed, "It happened while they were away... My parents had promised to take care of their dog until they return and one day I was playing with the dog outside when I threw the ball too far.. On the road.. And the dog ran to get it and I ran after them, trying to get them to halt as it's too dangerous to run there.. But they didn't listen and I ran after them and then as soon as I got to the dog.. A truck came and we both.." the little boy told the story of his death, his voice trembling.

The dog jumped against the little boy, licking his face in order to cheer him up.

"Oh no.. I'm sorry.." Luke said his condolensces, wrapping his arm around the little boy's shoulder, "But now that you're here, you can still meet MC here and there! I can communicate through you two if needed!"

"Yeah.. That's good.." the boy smiled weakly up at Luke.

"Hey, I was in the middle of baking, do you want to join me? We can eat it together afterwards!" Luke beamed.

"But I don't know how to bake! And weren't you baking for Michael?" the child protested.

"I'm sure Michael understands that you need the sweets more than he does right now!" Luke chukcled, "And don't worry, I'll teach you how to bake in no time! Then we can always bake together!"

You were in the human world, just traveling together and Solomon was helping you to cultivate your magickal abilities.

You were currently in your home country as you really just wanted to check up on everyone.

You were about to pass a cemetary when you tugged at Solomon's jacket, looking at him expectantly.

"What is it?" Solomon mused, knowing what that look in your eyes meant. You were about to ask him for something.

"Can we visit that cemetary?" you asked rather quietly, your eyes on Solomon.

"Why'd you want to do that? Is someone you know buried there?" Solomon interrogated you further.

"Yes.." you nodded, still hoding onto the sleeve of Solomon's jacket.

"I guess it won't hurt to drop by their grave." Solomon gave you the permission and you began to tug him towards the cemetary with determined steps. Solomon chuckled and followed you right behind.

You lead him to a gravestone with a singular name. When Solomon inspected the grave, he realized that the person buried there had been young- Wait, that person was born the same year as you.

Solomon instantly began to calculate the probabilities. Was this your twin? No, you two don't share a birthday. Technically siblings CAN be born the same year if the older is born in the first months of the year and the mother gets pregnant right away, but that seemed very unlikely too as you didn't share a surname. A friend, perhaps? Or a cousin.

"This is my classmate. She OD'd." you finally spoke up as you knelt over the grave, plucking some withered petals off of the flowers left at the site, "I'm sorry I have no candles or flowers to bring to you.." you mumbled, words directed at the one buried within the ground beneath your feet.

Solomon looked at the scene with a feeling of estrangement. As someone with an eternal life he did not have to think about death too much and he had not grown so close to humans in a long time as to miss them after they pass. He's smarter than that.

You're that one exception to his rule. Imagining it was you buried there instead of your classmate pained him.

Suddenly the silence you shared was broken by your phone ringing. You look at the caller ID, your face lighting up, "It's one of my old friends! Is it okay if I talk with her?" you made sure that it was okay with Solomon before heading off, talking to your friend on the phone.

Solomon was left all alone in the cemetary, just looking at the names and dates etched onto the cold stones.

All of the sudden Solomon felt a presence nearby. The cemetary seemed deserted by first glance, but there was someone.. Or somethind definitely there!

Using the help of his magic, he began to follow an invisible string left by the energy.

It lead him to the morgue. Opening the locked door was no problem for a potent wizard like him.

Solomon turned on the morgue light and almost jumped when he saw a young woman standing in the middle of the room, wearing a white, long-sleeved dress that reached all the way down to her toes. Her skin was pale and sunken and her hair messy and muddy.

"Well hello there, dead girl.." Solomon greeted the young woman quietly with an uneasy smile. He had seen dead bodies before, but rarely were they up and walking.

"Solomon..." the walking corpse finally gasped, her voice raspy, "Please, you've gotta help me.. You're a powerful wizard, aren't you?"

"Okay, I'm not even going to question HOW you know my name, so.. Yes. I am a powerful wizard, thanks for the flattery." Solomon chuckled, starting to relax from his startled state.

"You've gotta help me.. I don't know how to go home.." the woman stumbled forwards, her legs giving out immediately. She grabbed Solomon by his arms, hanging onto him tightly, "I've tried to go home! I can go anywhere I want expect home!" tears started to pour out of her eyes, colored muddy dark brown from the soil and decomposing.

Solomon caught the girl, taken back by the sudden outburst of emotion. She must've been scared and lost for a while now, the poor thing. "What do you mean by home?" Solomon questioned, not wanting to accidentally send her somewhere where she'll be even more lost.

"I... I..." the girl shortcircuited, "I don't remember... I don't know... I just need to go home..." she begged the wizard, her frail form trembling.

"Alright.. Let me jog your memory a little. Do you remember your name?" Solomon questioned, remaining calm.

"Of course I do..." the girl nodded and repeated her name, the same one that Solomon had seen on the gravestone.

"How long have you been dead for?" Solomon asked and saw the girl tense up.

"I'm dead?" she asked before taking a look at her hands and her clothes, "Oh, that's right... It's been... Two years, two months and 22 days..." the girl repeated, sounding almost machine-like as she remembered the exact numbers.

"Very good. You're doing great. Now tell me, how did you pass away?" Solomon interrogated her further, gently but determinedly leading her towards her big epiphany.

"I shouldn't have died so young... Without those drugs, I could still be alive..." the girl mumbled, finally letting go of Solomon as she looked somewhere behind him. Solomon determined her object of interest to be the door of the morgue.

"What did the drugs do?" Solomon asked as the girl started to take careful steps towards the door, hand reaching out for the handle.

"I took too many... I overdid it... Overdosed..." the memories started to come back to her the more steps she took.

"Do you remember someone called MC?" was Solomon's next question. The mention of your name made her stop momentarily.

"MC? My classmate MC?" she questioned and turned to look at Solomon again, "You know them?"

"Yeah. They are my apprentice and friend." Solomon chuckled at the surprised expression on the girl's face.

"MC.. I'm glad they're okay.." the girl smiled briefly before turning her gaze back at the door, "I'll text them once I get home." she stated, her face blank again.

Solomon sighed in his mind. So even after all this time, the girl was confused. She couldn't fully understand that she was dead so maybe that was why she couldn't move on. "So what happened after you died?"

"Dark... It was dark everywhere... And I couldn't find my way home... There was no floor, no path..." The girl kept mumbling and Solomon walked up to her, realizing her eyes had gone completely black.

Solomon put his hands in front of the girl's eyes, reciting a spell.

"It's dark again! It's happening again! Help-" the girl suddenly screamed before a bright light filled the room, effectively silencing her. After the light faded, her eyes had gone back normal, looking more lively and bright than before.

"There was a curse on you. I'm sorry I didn't realize it before. Now you can go home. See that door? Just look at it and think of it as the doorway to home. Believe in that thought harder than you've ever believed in anything else. Just follow the light and you'll finally be home in no time." Solomon instructed the girl and she nodded, her eyes glued to the door now. Her steps were no longer wobbly, but strong, and her hair was shinier than before and her skin had it's natural hue back.

As soon as the young woman touched the handle, her body started to glow before slowly becoming more and more transparent. As the door opened, there was only brightness behind it.

"Thank you, Solomon. Say hello to MC from me." the girl smiled before stepping out, her corporeal form fully disappearing. A sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut again as the lights of the morgue flickered. Solomon knew he was back in the normal human world again.

He stepped out of the morgue, the cemetary looking the same as earlier, only the weird presence was gone. In the distance, he saw your figure looking for him. He smiled as he closed the morgue door and started to make his way back to you.

A/N: People who are either 30+ or younger than like 15 reading Barbatos' section like: I can't relate to being a child in 2007 👁👄👁 Also Solomon's part is giving me flashbacks to the time I was working at a graveyard and no one else dared to clean the morgue so I always had to do it. Once again, comments, likes and shares are always appreciated!