#uh ok I just need to put this SOMEWHERE

[hajihiko]

listen idk how to tell you this, and please do not take the tone of this ask to be aggressive, but you have got to start questioning yourself a little more. why are all your least favorite characters the most visibly mentally ill? why are you comfortable saying a character will need several years of therapy before they are able to have friendships? i know youre going to reply to this saying like, oh, i hc other characters as mentally ill, or oh, i'm mentally ill myself - i can't possibly be ableist! and then all your followers will be like yeah ur fine we love you, but im begging you. its okay to dislike characters, but its such an obvious pattern that the ones who have visible, uncomfortable mental health problems that make them unpleasant are, mysteriously, the ones you have the least sympathy for. i do not care whether you consider yourself ableist, whether you headcanon more pleasant characters as mentally ill, whether youre mentally ill yourself - you are posting ableist things. someone doesnt need to be cured or fixed before they should be allowed to have meaningful relationships

Okay, I've read this message over a few times and have it under consideration (? I think that's the phrase).

I do think you got some information wrong, I could be mistaken but after looking through my own posts I think you might've misread something. What I *have* said (before I watched the OVA) is that I dont think Hajime and Nagito should specifically date *each other* until they get therapy / work through their problems (although I do think that, thematically, they make sense as eventual love interests). Again, hadn't watched the OVA, so I was basing it on their interactions in game only, the OVA sort of changes directions from how the game left off.

Never said anything about anyone not having meaningful relationships until they get therapy, and have actually said that a good social net (meaningful relationships, friendly or romantic) are integral to healing from traumatic events. Not saying I haven't given off a bad impression maybe or implied something, if so do tell me because it was probably not intentional and might've slipped by me, but I'm speaking from a factual search of my blog. Not something I have ever said, as far as I can see, and not something I believe anyhow.

I actually mention pretty frequently that I think Nagito (I assume this is mostly about him) is an interesting character that I like, but find complex. My least favourite characters are Hiyoko, Mahiru and Teru (sorry fans of those! I dont mean anything by it it's literally just the vibes) that's why I don't really draw them. The OVA endeared Nagito to me, which is why I've been drawing him on a friendship journey lately, so if you're assuming I don't like him that's more incorrect now than ever.

By all means if you wanna talk about this more openly in chat, I'm down (though my timezone tends to clash). I feel you've put some words in my mouth.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[velocitic]

(putting up a sign that says beware of dog hes hungry)

[cranberryjuice-posts]

-She likes a boy-

Pairings - clarisse x fem! reader

An - You like a Boy clarisse likes you

You laid on top of clarisse as you continued to swoon over her brother. As you continued your love sick antics clarisse had been debating for the past half hour on taking her spear and using it to put herself out of her misery.

“You realize he leaves his underwear around right” clarisse scoffed and inspected her now polished spear with her free hand wrapping itself around your waisr. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Whatever”

“The other day though henry he came up to me right!” You continued now sitting up on the girls toned waist, she just nodded following along. “He’s like 5’10 right and so I was trying to-”

Clarisse Just tuned you out, she didn’t understand what you saw in her brother. He was loud rude a player and so what if he was 5’9 she was 5’10 big shit. It’s not like height matters anyways. She knew someone like henry didn’t deserve you— shit she was pretty sure no one deserved someone as perfect as you.

“— and then he kissed me! He’s just so- Clarisse your not listening” You complained which brought the girl back to earth.

“I was” clarisse spoke in retaliation.

“Oh yeah? What was I talking about hm”

“Uh.. something dumb about Henry helping you grab a book or something” she sarcastically spoke. You rolled your eyes, “Common lise at least try to be intrested I need your support since this is your brother, I can’t do this without you” you grabbed her cheeks squishing them softly while looking down at her. Clarisse knew she was always gonna loose when you gave her those eyes.

“Fine..” she sighed giving in. Anything was worth it if you smiled, to her atleast.

——

The following day as clarisse spun her spear in the arena you ran up to her and jumped on her excited.

“Holy shit!” Clarisse yelled as she caught you. “Dude I—” She started to go on a lecture before you squeeled excited. “Clarisse guess what guess what!” You laughed while jumping up and down..

She calmed down and sighed watching you with a raised eyebrow. “Hm?” She responded trying to sound uninterested. “He did it! Henry finally asked me out! Oh my gods it was so romantic” you continued excited.. clarisse tried to be happy for you but the overwhelming sense of dread sat in her stomach. “—And then he grabbed my waist and pulled me into a Kiss!!”

“That’s great babe” she spoke quietly,calming down you gently grabbed her arm your cheeks still flustered. “Did I say something?“ you chuckled worriedly

Clarisse nodded while putting up a façade. “Nah course just thinking of a way to threaten Henry to treat you right” she spoke in her usual aggressive tone. You rolled you eyes and teased the girl to not kill her brother.

You eventually left, she sat down on a bench near by while letting out a deep sigh. She didn’t know what the hell you saw In Henry that she didn’t already have.

———

The next few months were living hell for clarisse. How Henry talked about you behind closed doors, only sexualizing you. The way you would run up to him in the mornings instead of her like you use to.

How you two snuck off to makeout somewhere after hours. She hated how much she just hated your relationship. Your were a half Greek demigod who had the most beautiful face she’s ever seen, it pissed her off how you wasted your strawberry lipgloss on some boy who liked the chase..

At this point clarisse didn’t even know why she was angry .. you weren’t even her girlfriend.

-

You were at the nightly bond fire, cuddled up to Henry that you didn’t noticed how he was stairing off at other girls. Clarisse however did. She got up and jerked Henry’s shoulder back making you sit up and him almost fall.

“Clarisse what the fuck!” He yelled, Henry started to fix his jacket rather than check if you were ok.

“Let’s Go we Need to talk” she grabbed his arm not letting him even get a word in.

Clarisse threw her brother against a tree before quickly spinning her spear off her back and stabbing it into the tree by Henry’s head. “You keep on fucking around with y/n and if you break her heart” she turned her spear in the tree starting up it’s electric current— finishing her threat for her.

Henry laughed in response calling clarisses bluff. “Your just mad that she wants me and not you” Clarisse furrowed her eyebrows before giving him a misleading smile.. she backed up pulling her spear out of the tree. She looked up at the spear watching the electricity fly out of it. “Know what, your right.. I am mad” she looked back with a smile before jabbing her spear into Henry’s gut.

Clarisse returned to the campfire, she place she jacked around you once she realized how cold you were. “Thanks” you smiled at her, leaning on her shoulder once she sat down. “Wheres Henry” You asked confused.

Clarisse wrapped a hand around your waist. “Oh him? He got sick needed to go back to the cabin”

“Oh.. we’ll tell him I said love you when you go back ok?”

“Mhm ok”

———

Reluctantly she let you go so you could return to your cabin. Clarisse watched as you left, sighing she turned around however only to be met with silena.

The daughter of Aphrodite had her arms crossed while looking up at clarisse angrily. “Your not sly”

“Wasn’t trying to be”

“I saw you clarisse” silena gave her a harsh look. Clarisse bit the inside of her cheeks embarrassed and irritated. “Don’t know what your talking about” she continued.

“Stabbing your brother with your spear might make you remeber” she stepped closer to the girl. “Your my bestfriend and so is y/n, if you love her then tell her but don’t hurt her boyfriend and your brother.”

Clarisse looked down at silena not wanting to step down from where she stood. “It’s not That easy silena”

“And Why’s That?”

“Because did it ever occur to you that she likes a boy and incase you didn’t see I’m not a fucking boy”

Clarisse shoved past silena not really caring to be gentle. She was just gonna have to deal with the fact that, she was yours but you weren’t hers.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Party Time

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: the three Winchester siblings crash a party (like 3x06 but without Bella)

“Do I have to go?”

“Duh, you’re my date.”

“Dean, that’s gross.”

“Shut up and put on the stupid dress, Y/N.”

“You guys are giving me a headache,” Sam interrupted yours and Dean’s argument.

“But why can’t I just stay here? The dress is itchy!”

“So’s my stupid shirt, but you don’t see me complaining!”

“Actually we do,” you huffed.

“The point is,” Sam interrupted again. “That I have to distract…my date…” Sam cringed, “And you have to help Dean sneak upstairs. So you’re coming.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, grabbing your dress off the back of a chair and walking into the bathroom.

…

“Wow.”

“Ok, ok,” you groaned. “Get it out, I look ridiculous.”

“Uh, right,” Dean nodded. “Ridiculous.” You noticed him double checking his gun before tucking it behind his back.

“Dean, just don’t,” Sam said. “Y/N, you look awesome. Now let’s get out of here.”

“And if anyone hits on my baby sister, I’ll shoot him,” Dean added as he followed Sam put the door. You bit back a smile; that was about the biggest compliment Dean could give.

…

“How long do you expect me to entertain my date?” Sam hissed through gritted teeth after the three of you had spent half an hour there with no luck.

“As long as it takes, I guess,” you said. You could tell Dean thought Sam’s discomfort was hilarious, but you felt horrible. If you’d had to spend the evening with some creepy, handsy old man, you wouldn’t have wanted your brothers to laugh about it.

Sam caught Dean’s attempt to cover a smirk and glared at him.

“You know there are some things I won’t do, right?”

“We’re going as fast as we can,” you promised. “Come on, Dean.”

…

“What now?” You asked after Dean failed to slip past the security guard.

“You tell me,” he grumbled. He was out of ideas, and starting to get grumpy, you could tell.

“Fine then,” you sighed. The moment the idea came to you, you ran with it. You went limp suddenly, and you heard Dean’s yelp of surprise as his strong arms kept you from hitting the ground.

“Whoa, hey—help, I need some help over here!”

“Sir, what’s going on?”

You made sure to stay absolutely still with your eyes closed as Dean answered the waiter.

“Uh, my little sister here is—is really allergic to seafood, there’s not any shellfish in these, is there?”

“No, sir.”

“Oh, good—“ Dean’s next words were muffled as he shoved an hors d’oeuvre in his mouth. “These are great, by the way.”

“Excuse me, what’s wrong?” Dean turned to look at the security guard that approached him, shifting you in his arms.

“Uh, I think my sister here might have accidentally drunken something alcoholic, she’s out like a light, is there somewhere I can lay her down?”

“Uh…” the security guard hesitated for a moment before relenting. “Yes, follow me.”

You were jostled as Dean lifted you in his arms and followed the security guard up the stairs.

As soon as Dean had you laid down, the security guard left.

“You’re a genius, little sister.” Dean smirked as you sat up. “But next time, clue me in before you just drop like that.”

“I like to keep you on your toes.” You grinned back. “Now let’s finish this job.”

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy

@mrvlxgrl

[flashbangstars]

How People Found out you two were dating

NCT Dream Edition

pink ~ y/n

Blue ~ dream

Green ~ secondary character/another dreamie

Mark

"so um Jeno found out about us dating"

"oh, I thought we were waiting until game night to tell them"

"well yeah uh funny story, I tried to put my sweatshirt on at Jeno's house and your hot pink thong fell out of the sleeve onto his carpet."

"I WAS WONDERING WHERE THAT WENT"

"Yeah I know me too, besides that. Jeno got mad and lectured me on not leading you on if I had other girls I was doing stuff with, so I uh.."

"you told Jeno the hot pink thong was mine"

"yeah basically"

"and I have to face him on friday knowing he's seen my panties"

"to be fair he did say they were cute"

"you know that actually didn't help at all"

Renjun

"hey babe can you help me really quickly, I need help moving my monitor, the cord is stuck somewhere behind my desk"

"Y/n can it wait like 10 minutes"

"No it literally can't I have a assignment due in thirty minutes and I will literally jump off a fucking cliff if I don't get full credit for this"

"Nice Hello Kitty Underwear"

"Renjun you're the one who bought me these, you've seen them and taken them off me numerous times"

"oh he has!! has he!"

"go put some pants on please sweetheart"

"I'm so fucking terrified why were their two different voices just now"

"Hi y/n"

"I'm gonna start crying please tell me Jaemin didn't just see me in fucking hello kitty underwear"

"Y/n please go put some pants on"

"yeah....yeah I'll go do that...... Uh just so you know....im not letting him hit for free.....he did ask me out"

"congrats to the happy couple"

"fuck you"

Jeno

"so how did you all manage to fail the same test?"

"I cheated off of Haechan, and Haechan Cheated off of Jaemin, so its basically Jaemin's fault"

"hey I thought Jaemin knew what he was doing"

"Haechan, Jaemin never knows what he is doing"

"fair"

"oh fuck, I have to go babe I'm gonna miss the bus if I dont run, I will see you soon" *phatass smooch before leaving* *leaves*

5 minutes later....

"alright I'm back I missed the bus"

"DID YALL JUST FUCKING KISS?"

"....no"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO I FUCKING WATCHED IT HAPPEN"

"oh thats so crazy I think I just heard the bus, I have to go omg byeeeeee"

"so you're leaving me to deal with this"

"yes, bye pookie, smooches I'll see you later tonight, bye Haechan!"

Haechan

"are we gonna talk about it... or should I just ignore it"

"ignore what"

"im not following"

"are you two being serious"

"dude what the fuck are you talking about??"

"Haechan."

"what"

"you've been sitting in y/n's lap the entire time we've been here"

"and...?"

"we are literally just close friends"

"dog you are literally hand feeding haechan french fries"

"im literally baby"

"even that was a lot for me"

"im sorry pookie"

"allllriight get off, I wont be this couple"

"pookie did you just make it official!"

"can you please be normal"

Jaemin

"Hypothetically what do you guys consider too much for a gift for your significant other"

"well how long would you two have been dating"

"like 6 months...?"

"umm anything ring related, thats kinda scary, too reminiscent of marriage"

"well fuck"

"what do you mean oh fuck? what the fuck did you buy"

"a ring"

"what"

"what...."

"for who??"

"y/n"

"WHAT"

"Y/N?"

"WHY?"

"YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR 6 MONTHS?"

"STOP YELLING AT ME"

Chenle

"the guys know you and me are dating"

"what? how"

"I got in trouble"

"what did you do..."

"they all got kinda mad at me and said I was kinda mean to you and asked what my issue with you was"

"and what did you say"

"please don't be mad"

"chenle"

"I told them not to worry because you think it's hot when I'm kinda mean"

"chenle"

they didn't believe me at first... and I was feeling pressured!...they literally cornered me!"

"chenle"

"so I showed them a little bit of our texts when you said...itwassexy whenIwasmeantoyou"

"run"

"I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT THE MOMMY KINK IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER?"

"run. now"

"ok!"

Jisung

"hey guys, just wanted to let you know me and jisung are dating now officially"

*shriek* "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

"Jisung what..."

"I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE"

"jisung park"

"please ma'am stop spreading that!"

"ANDY"

"I'm so sorry guys I dont know whats gotten into her!"

"jisung...She's literally your lockscreen"

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about"

"jisung I WILL do a coochie ban"

"this is actually bae 4 lyfe, she my day one and I worship the ground she walk on fr"

"thats what I thought"

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Hi! here is a little something from the drafts that is basically finished, I hope you like it! I am fr just getting back into writing so excuse any errors. But i hope yall have a good night/day!

[lbcreations-blog]

Hihihiiii!!! Just saw that you needed more requests so I was wondering if you could do some headcanons and maybe a small drabble for Sir Pentious, Vox, and Lucifer with an S/O who gifts them their drawings as a way to show their love? If this is too much, feel free to ignore:]

🍵

Omg I love this request sm

Vox and sir pentious might be ooc (especially Vox)

Masterlist

Drawings for love

Dude, when you gave the first drawing to him, he was blushing so hard

Homeboy loves them so much

He's probably going to probably ether show it off to the others or protect it like it's his lifeline (idk I thought he'd react or whatever like that, ok)

Man will put it on his wall of his ship on the inside (duh) so he can look at it when he's working

And when you give him more man's loves you

He generally wants more he loves them so much

But do not give him too much at the same time. My man might die (again) from a blushing heart attack (hopefully that makes sense)

Bro was so confused when you first gave it to him

What are you, a child?

Once you get sad and stuff for him acting like that, he'll freak out, not wanting to make you sad in any way

He'll, then comfort you and say he likes it a lot (which he does)

Now he might ether hang it up somewhere in the tower, in pride that you love him so much that you drew smthn for him

Or he won't hang it up in a somewhat embarrassment, something down that line

But all in all, this man appreciates the drawings and finds it really cute

When you gave the first drawing to Lucifer, let me tell you this man fucking loves it, he was blushing so hard

When you give him more, this man was so happy

He is probably going to put most of them on the walls

In general, he's going to put all the drawings where he can see them

He's also going to bost about the fact that his lover gave him drawings for love

Also, since you made the drawings for him, he is going to make things for you like ducks out of love (even tho I think this man did this to you from like the start)

Well, that's it, ik it's short, but yea

Uh, bye-bye

Taglist: @fatherlesschild2 @whitewingsh @iheartpieck @i-yuki

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-L.B Creations

[nolita-fairytale]

did you ever end up writing the phone call blurb?? i am STRUGGLING to find it and im so desperate 😭😭😭

called you again (extended)

a/n: ok so i never got to writing the actual phone call that transpires between carmy and reader, that gets her to chicago in the first place. and if i recall correctly, @cool-girl-is-hot was also patiently awaiting this phone call. since i'm doing the follower celebration, what a perfect time for me to bring this back, @bunnywritesmarvel.

You answer the call before you can talk yourself out of it, immediately putting it on speaker. 

“Hi,” you say, your voice shaking a little. 

And it’s as if a fog clears, like you've been waiting to hear it for a long time.

“Hi,” he replies, his voice soft, yet hesitant.

You're met with a long silence on the end of the other line as the two of you dance around whatever it is Carmy called to say. There's a part of you that wants nothing more than to spill everything, lead the conversation like you always do, but after months of radio silence, you know you can't do that. If Carmy wants to reconnect, then he's got a whole of groveling to do considering he pretty much ghosted you since he moved back home.

"I uh. I heard," he finally says, in reference to your recent change of employment.

"Oh," you sound, your voice higher in pitch than you imagined it would be as you scramble to find a better word than 'oh.' "I... um. Yeah. My heart wasn't in it anymore."

What you want to say is, my heart moved to Chicago and forgot how his fucking phone works.

"Yeah," Carmy replies, and you can practically hear him pacing back and forth as he searches for something to say.

You share another silence, this one much more tense than the last, like a hot pot of water about to blow its lid off in pressure, as you wait for him to ask you something -- anything. How hard could it be?

How are you? What's been going on? Sorry I haven't called.

But he doesn't say anything of these things. Instead, when he finally speaks again, all he says is:

"So listen. I uh-, I got this guy. He’s- he’s self taught but he’s got a lot of potential,” Carmy explains, his delivery becoming more and more confident as he hides behind the work.

“He just needs a good teacher – someone to inspire him – give him some of the foundations he would’ve gotten in culinary school. I think uh, I think you'd like him.

So after four months of no contact he... needs something from you? You can't help the feelings of anger and disappointment that grow inside of you.

Was he upset that you quit the restaurant -- here to talk you into going back -- now that he needed a favor? A stage?

“Just for a week, maybe?" Carmy suggests, his voice going up at the end, almost as if it's a question.

"I can’t pay you much but uh, well we’ve got a little money, which is a whole other story, and I can talk to my brother-in-law. He can put you up somewhere… you know… if you want to. If that helps.” 

Oh.

He's asking you to come to Chicago.

While it feels like it changes things, you're still ambivalent and you certainly don't want to get your hopes up.

"Carmy..." you trail off on an exhale. "I don't know."

"Sure," Carmy nods, chewing on his lip, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious about asking you in the first place.

He wants to take it all back, tell you it was a stupid idea, and apologize for even saying something in the first place. But he doesn't. He can't. Because after working himself up to call you for the last few hours, there's no way he's going to back out now.

Let it rip, Bear.

"I uh... well, I understand. If can't-. Don't want to. Maybe I shouldn't've uh..." Carmy stammers through, the heat rising to his cheeks.

"It's just uh. Tim told me... you might be looking for some inspiration."

Right.

You pause before asking:

"Can I... Can I think about it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sure," Carmy is quick to answer, because he really wants to make this okay for you.

For the both of you.

And because hearing your voice for the first time in four months feels better than he ever could've imagined.

"Okay. I'll uh... I'll think about it," you drag out, because you know you'll need some time to process this.

"Listen, I uh. I'm late to meet Liz. But I'll let you know. Either way."

"Yeah, okay. Okay," he answers, nodding eagerly.

"Okay," you reply, listening to Carmy bid you a soft spoken goodbye before ending the call.

"Holy shit," you hiss, putting your phone down on the table, your hand folded over your heart as you can feel it race.

Well, you've got quite the decision to make.

[kiwanopie]

Biggest Fan

boyfriend!kiyoomi part VI! one (1) instance of suggestion tooth rotting fluff. 1.3k

Belatedly, he realizes his request to have you move in with him may have been a little redundant.

You two traded keys within the twelve month mark in your relationship, by a year and a half were you coming back from your respective jobs to find the other somewhere cozied up in your respective flats. Fights didn’t really change much to the routine. Maybe a passive aggressive comment to clean your kitchen when he was too miffed at you to do it himself, a high protein lunch “Not!! made with love >:(!” But nothing could ever come between him and having his arms wrapped around you by nightfall. By year two, you were giving your clients the number to the fax at his place. Since ‘Why buy a new one when I’ve got a perfectly good one (that I just bought) at my apartment?”

Now, at year three - Full home office set up in his quaint little penthouse apartment, tenant parking spot, and a front office that signs his alerts with “To the recipients of…” He can’t really wrap his head around why you’re still paying rent at your old apartment? He knows you visit sometimes but hardly enough to keep paying for it. And even as he pads his socked feet around your modest living room, he finds it mostly bare save for a thrifted coffee table and a suede couch he’s fucked you on way too many times to count.

You push another box to him from the threshold of the hallway, another one that sounds a little glassy when he picks it up. “Seriously, what's in these?”

“Just two more of those, baby.” He hears you wheeze. “Then we’ll drop the keys off at the front desk.”

“Do you need any help?”

“Nu-uh.” You punctuate with a grunt.

Kiyoomi knits his brows at the box but turns his heel for the balcony anyway.

Although, maybe the decision to have you move in just yet was a little asinine. He’s been thinking of buying a house. One with a nice view of the stars and the city lights - right on the cusp of the rural area but not a full on road trip to the city; with a big lawn and grassy hedges, white picket fence, open windows, and a mailbox with your names on it.

Or name.

Kiyoomi almost drops the box when those October winds start to nip through his jacket. The falling sky promises something much colder as he tips his reddened nose to the clouds, and watches as they darken with rumbling rain.

It doesn’t take him but a few long strides to get back to the second level where you are, strenuously pushing the next much bigger box into the living room.

“Do you have a coat? It’s gonna start to rain soon.”

You sigh a little tiredly to yourself. “I’m already pretty heated up from all this moving, a little rain won’t hurt.”

“No, you’ll get sick.” Kiyoomi parries. “I’ll put you in my jacket then. I can just run to the car.”

“Nu-uh. I don’t want you to over exert yourself, Omi. You’ve got a game coming up, remember? If anyone shouldn’t be getting sick it’s you.”

You follow his movements as he bends for one of the boxes, avoiding the second much lighter one as you nudge it in his view. “Besides, I doubt it’ll start raining before we can drive back to Tokyo. Forecast says the storm will just miss us.”

Kiyoomi shorts you a glance that’s mostly concerned with the loaded box in front of him. “I- Angel, I still don’t want you to get sick. I can handle a little overwork. You, I very much doubt.”

“Ok, wow. What’s that supposed to- Oh wait, baby that one’s really heavy-“

He lifts it up like it’s nothing.

“Oh…” You gawp. “Right. Pro-athlete.”

Kiyoomi scoffs in favor of letting your astonished gape boost his ego. Though his eyes do catch on the little sliver of polished oak peeking through the box in his hands.

He tilts his head. “What’s this?”

- You break out in a full sweat.

“Uh- W-Wait, wait, baby don’t-“

He’s already swerving to the side to dodge you. Long muscled limbs suddenly too lithe to catch as he turns his shoulder to duck your attempts to stop him, and missing the way you moue at the realization that Christ, you forgot this guy was still somebody’s little brother.

Which means beside his usual indifferent candor, he evades your efforts to stop him from peaking inside with the kind of goading of someone used to slinking away with something he shouldn’t have. Even as you whine he half taunts at the way you try to get a hold of him. “What? What is-“

Kiyoomi nudges open the seal a little more. “Are these posters?”

“Omi-“

“Are these my posters?”

“Stop-“

“Have you been-“ He almost wants to laugh. You’re jumping. “Have you been collecting my posters? All this time?”

“Can you just-“

“Oh, you framed them too.”

“S-Stop it!”

Kiyoomi actually does laugh this time. Like, he actually laughs. And you know it’s supposed to be mean but it flutters out with such genuine mirth that it gives you butterflies. It makes you feel hot to the apples of your cheeks and punches you in the gut with the kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago - but hasn’t. ~ He cards his eyes through the box. You watch him. But instead of horror or disgust, or worse the realization that his girlfriend might be a little lamer than he originally thought;

It’s pride. Honest to god delight that raises his lips over his teeth and turns his cheeks a little chubby. Zeal, and glee, and that kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago -

But hasn’t. “Why have you been hiding these? We could’ve kept these next to all your stuff I keep.”

“All my…?”

“Your diploma, your board certificate, your license,” Kiyoomi absently taps his fingers against the box. Which as he does you all but stiffen at the realization. You figured he encouraged you to make copies because it was safer having a backup, and when you found them framed in his hallway later on you thought nothing of it. I mean, he has a lot of frames in his hallway. Family pictures, the Photo Booth reel from your first date, some miscellaneous pictures of his two siblings,

Your graduation picture, your first anniversary photo, the picture he made you take before your first day as a therapist-

Oh.

Kiyoomi gestures you forward as he starts the motion of walking to his car. “With the way you iced me out before we started dating I was worried you didn’t even like volleyball.”

“Of course I like volleyball?” If the little fan trinkets in the box you’re carrying should mean anything. “I’ve been to like all of your games?”

“Yeah, I know that now,”

He makes the motion of shimming his jacket down his shoulders as he carefully sits the box where the others are, easily lifting the final one out of your grasp as he passes it over; and the way his biceps pop out of his t-shirt makes you shudder when he lifts his arms to close the trunk.

His jacket is warm, it smells just like him. “But you were sure playing coy when we first got together.”

- You, again, break into a sweat.

The way your nose crinkles up in embarrassment is honestly enough to have him suppressing a smirk when he turns to you again. Albeit poorly. Seriously, this guy seems intent on teasing you into the mud today.

“Well!” You stammer. “Because-“

“Well, because!” Kiyoomi kisses you on the forehead as you gasp at the way he openly mocks you. “Shut up. You’re so cute it’s stupid.”

He pinches your cheeks when you rightfully pout at him. “And fix your face. It’ll get stuck like that.”

“When did you become such a bully?!”

“Somewhere between “Can you be my girlfriend?” and “I love you too.””

He titters a little as you grumble your way into the car.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

First Kiss Since 1945 » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers x SHIELD Agent!Reader with Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Y/N is Steve’s first kiss since 1945.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

“Wait a minute. So you’re telling me that the guy who you threw your shield at has a metal arm?” You say, walking next to Steve.

“Yes.” Steve says.

“That’s fucking cool.” You say.

You’re a new SHIELD Agent and you were just tagging along with Steve and Natasha. This is most you’ve talked to Steve since you started working for SHIELD.

“So what is it we’re doing again?” You asked.

“We’re trying to figure out what’s on this hard drive Fury gave me.” Steve says.

“Oh ok.” You say.

When the three of you walked into a computer store, Natasha took the hard drive from Steve and put it in the laptop to see what was on it.

“Is there anything I can help you folks with?” A employee asks.

“Uhh…” Steve says, trying to come up with an answer.

“Me and my fiancée asked our friend to help us look up honeymoon locations.” You say with a smile.

Steve smiles and wraps his arm around your waist to make it look believable.

“Congratulations! Where are you two thinking about going?” He asks.

“Uhh…” Steve takes a quick glance at the laptop screen. “New Jersey.” He answers.

“My family has a cabin there and we thought it would be nice to go somewhere quiet and peaceful. Isn’t that right, baby?” You say, looking up at Steve with a smile.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve says.

“Well, I hope you guys enjoy your honeymoon. Let me know if you need anything.” The employee says before walking away.

You and Steve let out a breath that you guys didn’t even know you were holding. Steve’s arm left your waist and went back to his side.

“So you two are engaged and I’m helping you guys look for a honeymoon location?” Natasha says, teasingly.

“That was the first thing that came to my mind!” You say, slightly embarrassed.

Natasha chuckled and took the hard drive out of the laptop.

“Let’s go.” She says.

You guys walked out of the store and got on an escalator.

“Uh oh.” Natasha says.

“What?” Steve asks.

“HYDRA Agent.” She says, nodding her head towards the other side of the escalator.

You and Steve looked over and seen a HYDRA. Your guys’ eyes widened in panic.

“What do we do?” You asked.

“Kiss.” She says.

“What?” Steve says.

“Public Display of Affection makes people uncomfortable.” She says.

“I know that, but who’s kissing who?” You asked.

“We don’t have time for this.” Natasha says more to herself.

She put her hands on the back of yours and Steve’s heads and pushed your heads together to get you two to kiss. Both of you were caught by surprise. Steve placed his hands on your waist to make the kiss look real. Natasha ducked down, hiding on the side of you two. The HYDRA agent looked over to see you and Steve kissing and looked away.

“He’s gone. You guys can come up for air.” Natasha says.

You and Steve pulled away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Uhh Steve…” You say.

“Yes?” He says.

“Your hands.” You say.

“Oh right, sorry.” He says, taking his hands off of your waist.

The three of you walked in silence after you guys got off of the escalator and found a car.

“Doesn’t this count as stealing a car?” You asked, looking at Steve.

“We didn’t steal a car. We’re simply borrowing it.” Steve explains. “And get your feet off the dash.” He gently swats at your legs.

You giggled and took your feet off the dash.

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Was I your first kiss since 1945?” You asked.

“Yes.” He says, slightly embarrassed.

“What was it like to kiss Captain America?” Natasha asks, leaning in between the front seats.

“He’s a good kisser.” You say, looking back at her.

“You guys do know that I’m right here.” Steve says making you and Natasha giggle.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[taylormarieee]

Suck me like you suck that candy cane-Day 3 Finnick Odair

Prompt: Your being innocent but Finnick sees otherwise...

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 643

Warnings: Oral sex(Male receiving), Innocent!reader, Switch!Finnick, Porn with plot, MNDI!

A/N: The Spanish used in this is from google translate! I am not hispanic so please don't come for me if something is wrong. Let me know if it is wrong and I'll fix it! Thank you!

"Finnick?" You call out to your boyfriend. Your call for him comes out slightly muffled considering you had a candy cane in your mouth.

"yes Darling?" Finnick replies, emerging from your shared bedroom. He pauses and stops in place staring at your shiny, doe-eyed face.

God you looked so pretty with your plump lips wrapped around that candy cane, he thought.

He zones out and just stares at your lips as you try to talk to him but clearly he's not listening.

You roll your eyes and say his name again.

"Innick?" He continues to stare before hearing half his name and then his whole name being yelled by you.

"FINNICK!" You shout lowly. He looks back up at your eyes.

"Hmm? Yes Darling?" He responds finally snapping out of his trance.

You shake your head, "Oh mi señor esto es increíble" you say in spanish.

(Oh my lord this is unbelievable)

"Hey! I know what that means by the way. I've been around you long enough!" He says smiling.

You smile back at him before putting the candy cane back in your mouth.

"You look really pretty like that my love." He says randomly looking at your lips again.

"Like what babe?" You respond kind of clueless. Your pretty brown doe eyes staring at him in confusion.

"Oh my hair? You like it? I did it for you." You say smiling proudly at your boyfriend and touching your hair.

Finnick really couldn't keep his dirty thoughts at bay. He can feel his cock slowly stirring in his pants.

"We have to go meet up with Peeta and Katniss soon, that's why I was calling you." You say licking the candy cane.

'Shit' He completely forgot about that, to entranced with what you were doing.

Such an innocent act turned dirty...

One second your speaking and the next, your head is being shoved down Finnicks pelvis taking all his length down your throat.

You gagged on his cock as he consistently shoved his cock down your throat.

You shirt was off revealing your breasts and he pulled your freshly done curls in a ponytail.

You moan around his cock overstimulating him and he moans throwing his head back.

"Fuck baby girl. You're takin me so well." He praises. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your thighs squeeze together.

"Puedo tocarme, bebé?" You beg, taking his cock out your mouth. He looks at you with blown out pupils.

(Can I touch myself baby?)

"Nuh uh baby. You can touch yourself later." He says with a devilish smirk on his face.

You whine before Finnick shoves himself back down your throat again.

Your spit was dripping from your plump lips and his cock onto your breasts.

You moan around him again and his eyes roll back as his hips stutter. He tries to pull out but you keep him there.

"Fuck baby, I-m gonna cum." He moans out breathlessly. You make eye contact with him as you jerk off whatever you can't fit in your mouth.

You want him to cum down your throat. You moan again and he grips your hair harder.

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth before his warm cum his sliding down the back of your throat.

You close your eyes as you swallow all of it. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and you stick your tongue out.

"Fuck baby. Your not so innocent after all." He says smiling at you. He rubs the spit of your lips and kisses your forhead.

"You ok darling?" he asks rubbing your throat softly. You nod and get up.

"I'm gonna get cleaned up then we need to go." You say sternly. He smiles and you walk away.

'God if it wasn't for y'all having to go somewhere he'd fuck you till you can't walk.'

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[bloody-peach]

Anything For a Friend: Part 2: Watching and Waiting (Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x F!Reader)

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Now Playing: Anything you think would fit

Goodie Bag: Slow burn, implied sex, drama, love triangle, sexual undertones

A/N: You guys were asking for more, so I decided to indulge you all. Not what you expected, I'm sure, but oh well. Have fun, kiddies!

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The next morning, you slowly stirred from your sleep and opened your eyes, turning to see Alastor still asleep. Alastor stirred softly in his sleep, his arm wrapped around you like a protective shield. His breathing was slow and steady, indicating that he was sound asleep. You smiled, your eyes wandering over his features in the early morning light. His face was peaceful, free of his usual smirk, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him. You gently gave him a soft snuggle, trying not to wake him, before you carefully slipped out from under his arm, grabbing a robe from the nearby closet. Putting it on, you tiptoed over to the window, making sure he was still asleep. You knew he needed rest after last night’s...activities. As you walked towards the window, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of contentment and satisfaction that had settled within you. You didn’t regret helping him through his rut last night, and you knew you never would. There was always something about Alastor that drew you to him, something deeper than mere attraction.

You looked out the window, smiling and sighing happily as you admire the early morning scenery. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Despite it being Hell, the world outside seemed serene and peaceful at this moment, a stark contrast to the chaos that occurred day by day. A soft chuckle from behind made you turn around, only to find Alastor standing there, his robe tied around his waist, barely covering anything. Yet he still looked every bit the charming gentleman. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he held out a cup of steaming tea. “Good morning, my dear,” he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Sleep well?” His tone was light, but there was an underlying current of possessiveness that brought a mild blush to your cheeks. You chuckled and take the cup, saying, “Yeah. Last night really tuckered me out.” Alastor chuckled as he walked to his desk, taking a sip from his own cup. “I’m glad to hear it.” He leaned against his desk, watching as you drank your tea. “So, any plans for today?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, daring you to ask what he had in mind. You knew better than to underestimate him; his mind was always brimming with schemes and ideas. But despite his wicked nature, there was a certain charm to him that made you want to indulge him. “Not really. How about you?” you asked. “I was thinking,” he began, “we could go out for breakfast. Somewhere nice and quiet, where we can talk without interruption.” You smiled, liking the idea. “Ok, that sounds good to me.” Once you finished your tea, you started to head for the door so you could change into new clothes. You opened the door, only to find Charlie and Vaggie standing there, just about to knock. And this was the one moment that Alastor’s robe chose to get lose and fall to the ground, his business out for all to see. “Well....shit,” was all you could say.

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw Charlie and Vaggie standing at the doorway, their jaws dropping in shock. “Oh, Charlie, Vaggie, uh...uh...uh..” He stuttered, trying to keep his natural jovial composure as he picked up the robe and attempted to cover himself with it. “I-I apologize, ladies. I-I-I...well, uh...” He cleared his throat and laughed nervously. “Uhm..uh...we were just..uh..” He trailed off, unable to come up with a plausible excuse for your presence in his room, let alone the both of you only wearing robes. His face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Alastor, what’s going on?” Charlie asked, her voice laced with concern. “Are...you alright?” Vaggie, on the other hand, remained silent, her eyes wide with disbelief and shock. She knew exactly what had happened between them, but she wasn’t sure how to react. Alastor’s mind raced, trying to think of a believable lie to diffuse the situation. “Uh, uh...well...” You had to interject to save face, so you butted in, saying, “Well, you see, him and I were...well...we...I was just...” you ended up giving up because you couldn’t think of a way to either change the narrative or dismiss it entirely. “I..um..have to go.” You quickly ran past the two women and rushed into your room as everyone watched you go. When Charlie and Vaggie turned back to Alastor, he was now in the hot seat. “W-Well, uh...that’s..that’s not...uh...” He trailed off, at a loss for words. The ladies exchanged a look, clearly understanding the situation. There was no point in pushing further. “D-Don’t worry, Alastor. We won’t tell anyone. Promise! We’ll...see you later,” Charlie said, feeling awkward. “Uh, y-yeah...bye, Alastor,” Vaggie added, her tone a mix of surprise and confusion. As the two left Alastor be, he closed the door then slumped against it, his face still bright red. “I am such a terrible liar...” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

As Charlie and Vaggie walked by your door, you peeped your head out the door, saying to them, “You better not tell a soul.” Vaggie looked at you and said, “Y/N, I saw nothing, I didn’t even get up this morning.” “Thank you.” With that, you retreated back to your room. As you gathered your clothes, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. You knew your specific arrangement with Alastor would cause a stir, but you were still not prepared for the reveal to be so....revealing. You groaned to yourself as you start to put on new clothes and fix your hair. Once you were all dressed and ready to go, Alastor was standing at the door. You said to him, “I’m sorry, Alastor. I didn’t know anyone would be at the door this early.” Alastor patted your head, saying, “Neither of us did. It’s fine, Y/N.” He forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’ll just...uh...get going then.” With a deep breath, he extended his arm, offering you his elbow. “Shall we?” As you accepted his offer and looped your arm in his, a spark of desire ignited within him. He fought the urge to pull you closer, to claim you right there in the hallway. ‘Wait til we get back..’ he thought to himself. He cleared his throat and attempted to focus on their planned outing. As you two walked down the hallway, he spoke, “So what do you say? Somewhere quaint and cozy? A place where we can talk without being disturbed?” He put slight emphasis on the ‘being disturbed’ part, but his voice was smooth and inviting, almost seductive. The effect it had on you was evident in the way your heart skipped a beat. Leaving the hotel, you walked down the street, trying to appear like just a pair of friends out for a leisurely Sunday stroll.

You both went to a nice cafe not far from the hotel and you sat at a table. Alastor used his influence to cause the other patrons in the tables near yours to finish their meals and leave, leaving the two of you with some space. Once you both ordered your food, you both just sat there, unsure what to say. You decided to break the silence, saying, “So..um..last night...” Alastor took a sip of his coffee, his eyes flickering between you and the steaming cup. “Last night...” He trailed off, his smile slightly growing. “It was...unexpected, but enjoyable.” His gaze met yours, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. “I don’t want to force you into anything, Y/N. I understand that this...arrangement....is unconventional.” Despite his words, his hands trembled slightly, holding onto his coffee cup as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I just...want to make sure you’re comfortable, that’s all.” The silence stretched on, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of the staff and other customers. Despite the somewhat pleasant atmosphere, the weight of your secret relationship hung heavy in the air. You gently touched his hand, smiling, “I’m fine, Alastor. I’m glad that I’m able to help you with your rut.” Alastor’s eyes met yours, his expression softening. “Thank you, Y/N. Your understanding...it means more than you know.” He took a deep breath, letting his gaze linger on your hand resting on his. “But I worry about what lies ahead. What will happen when it returns? What will happen when I truly can’t control myself?” His voice was filled with genuine concern, the weight of his nature bearing down on him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I....I don’t want to lose you.”

The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also a sense of comfort. You blushed from his last statement, but you chuckled, “Never expected the great Radio Demon to actually care about someone, let alone that someone being me. But when your rut does come back, we’ll know how to handle it. It’s only for a month, we can do this.” Alastor’s eyes lit up at your words, a faint smile spreading across his features. “You really believe that, don’t you?” He set down his cup and put his hand on yours, holding it tightly. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me. Although some would say it would be unwise to do so.” You smirked as you replied, “Well, guess what? I’m not like other people.” Alastor chuckled, saying, “Clearly.” As you finished your meal, the waitress brought your check, and Alastor paid the bill with a wave of his hand. Standing up, he picked up his staff, adjusting his tie before offering you his arm again. “Shall we head back? I have some...business to discuss with you.” The look in his eyes said that the business involved you in his room without clothes. You smirked and stood up, taking his arm. Side by side, you strolled down the street, unaware that there was more than just pedestrians watching you....

~At the Vees’ Tower~

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!” Vox screamed as he clawed into his desk and threw his coffee cup across the room, shattering it against the wall. “That son of a bitch...” he growled under his breath. In his rage, he sat into his chair, trying to figure out what to do about this. He was absolutely obsessed with Y/N, ever since he first saw her. It was when she accidentally bumped into him on the street. Her flustered face when she apologized and the cute way she bowed in respect to him, knowing how important he was, it was just too precious for him to handle. In that moment, he knew she had to be his. He longed to have that cute face contorted in pure ecstasy and to empty himself inside her, to claim her as his. But now seeing her with his sworn enemy was the equivalent of hearing nails on a chalkboard. He had to figure out how to get her out of Alastor’s hands somehow. Suddenly, he remembered something Alastor said that night...

“It...It’s my rut season again.”

A devilish grin grew on Vox’s face. This affair was only temporary. Once the month was up, Alastor would be done with her. Treating a woman like she’s everything and then casting her aside like she was nothing, that would rip the poor girl’s heart in two, which he could easily swoop in and put back together. His laugher rang throughout the room and halls, so sinister that it’d send chills up anyone’s spine. Y/N would be his, and he knew exactly how to make it happen.

~back at the hotel~

You laid in Alastor’s bed, in his arms as you both just finished another rut session. Alastor laid next to you as something ran though your mind. When you both returned to the hotel, you overheard someone in the main lobby talking about Vox and Alastor having a big fight many years ago. It brought many questions to your mind, never leaving you alone, so you turned to Alastor and asked him, “Alastor? I overheard you had a fight with Vox. What was it about?” Alastor’s smile faltered, his eyes clouding over. “Ah, Vox...the TV demon. He took everything away from me, replaced me in the public eye. He’s the reason I hate modern technology.” He stared at the ceiling as he continued, “It started out as a rivalry, but it turned into a bitter feud. My power over the masses was lost because of him, but I’ll get it back.” As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over Hell and in the bedroom, his words hung heavy in the air. His past was a dark cloud that he carried with him, a constant reminder of his downfall. But for now, he focused on the present, on the person by his side. “But he’s no real threat, Y/N. If he bothers you, just speak with me and I’ll handle it.” You nodded. Once you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Alastor. Just because of some argument, Alastor lost everything and vanished for years. You had to do something. As you laid in your bed, you made a decision.

The next day, you walked over to the Vees’ tower, intent on talking with Vox. Seeing the updated state of the decor compared to the hotel’s was a bit of a culture shock for you. High tech equipment, slick and straight lines everywhere. As you entered Vox’s section, various shades of blue seeped its way into the halls. It felt almost unsettling to you the further you went down. You reached Vox’s office door and knocked on it. “Come in,” Vox said. You recognized his voice from when you’d watch his shows on TV. You entered the room and saw him sitting at his desk, his back facing you. “Um...Vox? I’d like a word with you.” The sound of your voice brought a smile to Vox’s face as he turned around to face you, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap. His smile widened as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe. “Well, well, if it isn’t Alastor’s arm candy. What brings you here?”

You froze. How did he know about you and Alastor? You asked, “W..wait...what are you talking about?” Vox chuckled, leaning on his desk. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. You know I have eyes everywhere, even in that little hotel. I’m aware of your little affair with the radio demon. Not very subtle about it, are you?” He punctuated that statement with a low chuckle. Despite his taunting tone, there was an underlying curiosity in his voice. “So, what do you want? You don’t just waltz into my office unannounced without a purpose.” You tried to brush off all he said and focus on the task at hand. You looked Vox straight in the eye and said, “I..I want you to call off this feud between you and Alastor. Let him share the airwaves with you. I’m sure that if you do that, he won’t be a bother to you.” Vox’s laughter ran through the room, a cold and calculating sound. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but that ain’t happening. He’s a relic, a reminder of a time long past. Why should I share the spotlight with him?” He spun his chair so he was facing away from you, showing his refusal. He then looked up and put his hand on his chin, thinking. “Although...” You lean onto the desk, listening with anticipation, “Yes?”

Vox turned his chair to the shark tank behind his desk and stood up, his eyes focusing on the sharks swimming around, his voice low as he spoke. “Y/N...you’re a good woman, a very admirable one. Helping your friend with his urges is a very brave and kind thing for you to do. But I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation you’re in. Alastor is a well-known demon, an Overlord. He has an image to protect if he wants to keep hold of the power he has left. If word gets out that you and him are in a transactional relationship, with him having no interest in anyone or anything..why, there would be a huge mess in Alastor’s hands. He’d lose his power and be seen as a hypocrite within a day.” He turns and slowly walks towards you. “And not only that, people will hound you relentlessly, asking questions and demanding info on Alastor, some could even cause you harm. Now, I would hate to see your lovely name and face dragged through the mud in such a manner. So I’ll make you a deal.” He ended up standing behind you, his height towering over you, his hands on your shoulders. “I’ll let you continue your affair with Alastor, if...if you’ll be mine. My colleagues and I have full control of the media and we can keep your little secret hidden from the public eye with no problem. Besides, as far as I know, once October is over, he’ll no longer have a use for you.”

That hit you right in the chest. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. Alastor was only acting this way because of his rut. When it was over, things will go back to the way they were, just friends and him not feeling a thing towards you. The look on your face gave away how you felt about it, so Vox said, “Oh? I guess I was right. I know that day will hurt so much for you, being tossed aside and all alone. You don’t deserve that kind of treatment, not after all you’ve done for him. So I’m offering to fill in that gap. The rest of the year, I’ll take care of you and appreciate you the way you deserve.” He moved his hand to your chin and delicately tilted your head up to look at him. His voice held a seductive tone and the look in his eyes caused a blush to form on your cheeks as his face was so close to yours. “I can give you so much more than he ever could. I think that’s a reasonable deal, don’t you?” You were put in quite a dilemma, so much so you didn’t know what to think. Vox let go of you and walked back towards his desk, sitting down. “I see you’re having a hard time making a decision now, so I’ll tell you what. Tell Alastor that I’d like to have a word with him and I’ll explain everything. Then once that’s settled, you can make your decision. Does that sound good?”

You gulped, but you decided that you should let Vox talk with Alastor and then you both could form a plan. Plus, while Alastor was gone, you could figure out a way through this. You looked at Vox and nodded. “Okay. I’ll bring Alastor here.” Vox’s smirk widened, his eyes never leaving yours. “Excellent. Now, just tell him I wanna talk with him. Make sure you don’t tell Alastor about our little chat. I wouldn’t want him to think I’m trying to steal you away from him.” As you stood up to leave, he said, “I’ll see you soon, darling.” As you left the building, you sighed in frustration, the weight of his words weighing heavily on your shoulders. You just hoped everything would work out fine and that you didn’t make their feud any worse.

Once you entered the hotel, you found Alastor trying to adjust the radio in the main lobby. You walked up to him, saying in a low voice, “Alastor, we need to talk.” Alastor looked up from the radio and noticed the expression on your face, his quickly turning to worry. His hands paused on the dials, the radio going silent. He stood up and gently held your arms. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” You just sighed and said, “Um...Vox wants to talk with you.” Alastor’s eyes grew wide slightly in surprise, but soon narrowed, a cold fury settling in his features. “Now of all times, he wants to speak with me?” He took a deep breath, his hands clenching tightly as he grabbed his staff. “Alright. I’ll handle this. Just...go to your room, Y/N. Wait for me there.” His voice was calm, but the tension in his body spoke volumes. You could feel the storm brewing within him, threatening to unleash itself on Vox. But for now, he held it in check, to find out exactly what Vox wanted. Before Alastor exited the hotel, he turned to you, saying “I’ll be back soon,” he promised, his gaze never leaving yours. “Stay safe.” You nodded and once he left, you headed to your room, a bad feeling growing in your gut.

Alastor soon reached Vox’s office. Once he opened the door, Vox met his gaze. “Ah, Alastor. I didn’t expect you to come.” Alastor stormed into the office, his striped suit rustling as he moved. His eyes blazed with rage as he glared at the smirking demon. “What do you want?” he growled, his voice deep and threatening. “Well, aren’t you pretty aggressive already?” Vox chuckled, crossing his arms. “I asked you to come here to discuss something important.” Normally, Alastor couldn’t care less about what Vox wanted to talk about, but since it involved Y/N, he wanted to rip Vox’s head off, but he calmed down, knowing he had to be rational. He placed his hands on Vox’s desk to keep him from strangling the TV demon. “You spoke with Y/N. What do you want with her? She has nothing to do with our squabble.” Vox’s demeanor changed as he scowled at Alastor. “Don’t give me that shit, Al. I know you’re fucking Y/N just to get your rocks off. Even you know that your rut is temporary.” Alastor’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “It is none of your business what I do in my personal life.” He crossed his arms as he continued. “I don’t need your approval or input. I’ll do as I please.” Vox leaned into his chair, a smug grin on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong, Alastor. I have the power to make your little secret public, to ruin you and your precious radio station. I could make Y/N’s name toxic in all of Hell.” Alastor’s grip on the desk tightened, leaving claw marks into the wood.

“Now, I care for Y/N. I don’t want her name spat out like venom as much as you do. I’m being very generous here, Alastor. For Y/N’s sake. You and her are only an item for one month anyways. Once your rut is over, she might as well be a cum rag to you. I’m just offering to fill in the gap, she has needs that we both know you can’t fulfill. So, share Y/N with me and I’ll keep your little tryst hidden. I’ll also throw in a portion of my airwaves for you to control, as long as you behave yourself. If you refuse, well....it doesn’t matter if you refuse or not. It’s truly Y/N’s decision now, isn’t it?” His eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Why don’t we let her choose?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, his gaze cold and calculating. “Y/N is a smart woman. I trust that she’ll make the right choice.” Alastor’s fists clenched, but he held his tongue. He knew this was a battle of wits, not of force. He had to be careful not to fall into any traps Vox set up. “Very well,” Alastor said through gritted teeth. “I’ll accept whatever Y/N decides.” He turned to leave, but Vox called out to him, “Oh, Alastor?” Alastor paused, his hand on the doorknob. “You do realize that I’m not trying to take her from you, right? I’m just covering for you when you have no use for her.” Alastor’s shoulders tensed, his hand gripping the doorknob hard. “You’re trying to use her as a bargaining chip in our rivalry.” He turned to face Vox, his eyes glowing red with black sclera, reality altering and static hovering around him along with voodoo and satanic symbols, his mouth clenched shut and his teeth lighting up with his words.

“I won’t let you hurt her,” Alastor growled, his voice dripping with malice.

Alastor could feel his demonic form wanting to escape and tear Vox to shreds, but he knew that he couldn’t argue with him any longer. He had to trust Y/N’s judgement. With one last glare at Vox, Alastor left the office, closing the door behind him.

~~~♡♡♡~~~

[mitch-the-silly]

(Left under the Lucifer one-shot!)

AND I SHALL DELIVER!! Just had to think where I was taking this, but I think I'm satisfied with this part 2!! I absolutely adore throwing biblical canon into the Helluva verse. It rejuvenates me!

Had to put on "He Is" for this one. You know the Lucifer content gon' be good when I tune in to Ghost-

Lucifer and gn!Fallen Angel!reader

Scenario!

"Brother in Falling" Pt.2

Part 1

You stared at him as he spoke. It had been so long since you’d seen Lucifer. Matter of fact, you’d far forgotten what he was like. You didn’t really interact with him much during his time in Hevaen and it had been years since Heaven banished him. He seemed so… gentle. This was the “bringer of evil” that Heaven so warned you about. Drinking coffee, talking about his daughter and how he wanted to be more involved in her life. You felt lied to by heaven. He was just a guy, a nice one at that.

“What about you, you got anyone? Or had…?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t picking a any unhealed scars.

“Me? Well… I had a couple of friends, sir. But they turned their heads to me when I fell.” You replied, taking a sip from the coffee he’d made you. It was quite good if you said so yourself.

“Oh, you don’t have to call me that. I’m not really your sir… But uh… What did you do when you were in heaven?” He spoke, curiously posing query.

“I was just a measly guard at the court… Nothing too important… But you… you were The Moring Star! I mean, I owe you that respect. You were once God’s favorite.” You replied.

“Well, what can I say? I did what I could! Guess they thought I was too revolutionary for them, but joke’s on them! I’m not doing half as bad! Haha!” He laughed, somehow giving off the vibe that he was forcing himself to feel this way.

“They wasted your talent. You’re a great person, Lucifer.” You spoke sincerely.

“T-thank you… I… I haven’t heard that in some time…” He chuckled, oddly proud to have received that compliment.

“No problem!” You smiled softly.

“H-hey uh, I know I mentioned presenting you to my daughter, Charlie. But, There’s protocol in place in acase of another fallen angel. It’s just been… eons since someone else has fallen… I know I’m technically The Only One, but I was an archangel, they just undermined the six the followed me down here.” He explained, huffing at the end.

“Protocol? What do you mean by that?” You asked, lifting your guard just a little bit.

“Well, Uh… techinchally when a new angel falls, we need to hold a meeting because you’re uhh… a new powerful force in Hell. Even more than any naturally occurring being in any of the Seven Rings. We didn’t do it with Vaggie, because she was an exterminator, and they’re sort of at the bottom of the chain. When I found out she was a fallen angel, I just advised her not to point the weapon at everyone that crosses her path. Not like she actually stopped doing it, but eh, bureaucracy. Regardless, you’re a first choir angel, an uhh…” He stared at your form for a moment scanning for any sign on of what class you belonged to. Unable to tell, he blushes in embarrassment, feeling that he came off as weird for staring at you. “Sorry, uh, what class are you?” He asked, looking away in embarrassment.

“A Throne. I’m a throne… Or was…” You replied in a mumble.

“No no, it’s ok. You don’t have to deny it if you don’t want to. You can be whatever you want, I’m sure not gonna tell you anything, and I’m sure not gonna let anyone tell you anything.” He chuckled. “But yeah, You’ll find some of us have rejected or kept our respective titles as we’ve pleased. I mean, shit, I may not be in heaven, but I’m still a Seraph!” He laughed, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you, Lucifer.” You replied. You were already more welcome here than anywhere else in Heaven. It warmed your heart that you were somewhere where with beigs who appreciated you.

“Either way, you’re a Throne and that might throw off the power balance Hell has, considering that unlike sinners, you can go wherever you want in Hell and, shit… you’re more powerful than some of the Sins… But that’s besides the point! The point is, there’s a bureaucracy I have to follow when it comes to this. It’s just a brief meeting about uh… what was it again…? Uhh… well, your place in Hell and the denizens of your area… oh but all the rings are… full uh… welp! That’s what the meeting’s for! Just to uh, determine your place in the hierarchy.” Lucifer explained, giving you a weak smile. He wasn’t too sure in himself, and you could tell. Seemed like he was going through a rough patch.

“Right… uh… but hierarchy? I don’t… well, I’d be lying if I sad I didn’t wanna, but I don’t think I’m uh… suited to just be put into a leadership position in a hierarchy that has existed for eons and eons. Are you sure about this…?” You asked, clutching your coffee mug.

“Well, the meeting is to figure all of that out! You should bring that up when it happens.” He explained. “Excuse me, I have to make a couple of phone calls…” He added, letting out a small chuckle, getting up from the chair that he sat in. He walked off to a corner; you could hear all of his conversation anyway, but at least he made the effort to politely move to the side.

“Hey! Mammon! So, I’ve got some news! A new angel fell! Uh… We need to hold a meeting and- Yeah know your time is money, but unless you want me to really make you pay taxes as you should be doing, you’re gonna make this government work!… Yeah, Good to know you’re coming, I’ll text you the schedule when I get everyone on board. Yeah, bye to you too.” He sighed, hanging up, and dialing another number.

“Satan! Hey, so uh, I have some crazy news. A new angel fell, and we need a meeting as soon as possible. You’re busy? You missed the annual meeting earlier this year, you’re not missing out on this one! It’s an emergency, don’t make me threaten you like I did Mammon a minute ago…. No I’m not telling you which of the three Choirs they belonged to until we set foot in that meeting room…Good, I’ll get you the schedule when I have it. Yeah, yeah, you grumpy bastart.” He sighed.

You stared at him in confusion despite knowing exactly what he was doing. You knew he was invoking the other 7 Sins to the meeting. You simply sat there uncomfortably, sort of fidgeting with the mug. He noticed this, and before dialing, he walked towards you, giving you a gentle smile.

“Hey… It’s ok. If you think you’re being a burden, you’re not. This is a grand occasion! Charlie, went and stirred up Heaven. You being here is a victory for a new and better world!” He reassured you, continuing the dialing of the next phone call.

“Hey! Ozzie! Yeah, I know I rarely call you anymore, but guess what?” He began.

You couldn’t help but wonder what everyone else had become. You’d seen these seven virtuous angels fall and become the Seven Sins. Of course, they were all driven by their own desire to pursue their respective sins, but it seemed Lucifer’s pride was more on his work. He didn’t seem to have bad intentions either way…

“Yeah yeah, thanks Ozzie, you’re great! Bye!” Lucifer smiled as he hung up. “He’s the only one who never misses out on meetings. The real problem is getting Beelphegor to attend… He is the sin of Sloth…” He joked at you, looking for the next number to dial.

You continued to drink your coffee thinking of what was to come. When Lucifer was done with all the phone calls, he turned to you. “So, I haven’t given them a meeting time, but I’d rather give you some time to adjust. Uhh, in two days sounds fine?” He asked, ready to put it in his calendar.

“Oh, uh, s-sure…” You replied, brushing the feathers on your wings. Wincing at the broken appendages.

Lucifer gave you a slight look, frowning at the sight of your small show of pain. “Hey, if you wanna, I can take you to the hotel now. You need some rest…” He suggested, putting his phone in his pocket.

You nodded gently, “You must be annoyed with me saying thank you, but… You’ve been nothing but kind to me since I got here… And I… put a hole through your roof…” You sighed, pouting in a bit of frustration towards yourself.

“I already said you’re not a burden… Plus, us fallen angels have to look after each other.” He smiled.

It wasn’t long until you two arrived at the hotel. He refused to fly and show himself publicly (not to mention you couldn’t fly anyway.), so the limo it was. The car ride was full of chit-chat between the both of you. A warm feeling overwhelmed you as you spoke to him. You hadn’t spoken to someone this genuine in a long time. Perhaps being sent here was the best thing that happened to you…

[scarletsaphire]

TUCKER DANNY JACK AND SKULKER

"Ok, you're gonna need to run me through this one more time," Tucker said, trailing after Danny towards the Fentonwork's lab.

"You remember that Skulker is like, a tiny little blob thing in a mech suit, right?" Danny asked.

"Of course! How could I forget, I still have the pictures."

"Well," Danny said. "Apparently, if he gets hit hard enough in like, five different specific spots, he can't pilot the mech suit anymore? Like it just doesn't move."

"And let me guess," Tucker said. "You hit him hard enough in those five specific spots and now, he's what? Sitting on the table in the lab?" Danny scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. Tucker sighed. "I don't know why you think I can fix him. Like, I appreciate the confidence in me, I am pretty great, but there's a big difference between building a computer and fixing a whole guy."

Tucker's feet hit metal as they made their way through the door into the basement. Sure enough, as soon as they made it to the bottom, Tucker saw Skulker. Or rather, Skulker's empty, broken suit. "Jesus, dude, did you put him through a garbage disposal or something?"

"That is, in fact, a thing that happened," Skulker's real, high pitched voice came from Tucker's left. "It was right after I threw him into the sewer!"

"And I stand by my decision," Danny said. He made his way over to where Skulker floated and lifted himself onto the only clear spot on Jack's desk. "Have you ever seen the sewers? They stink. Almost as bad as your aim."

"You insufferable whelp, just wait until my suit is operational, and I'll show you aim!"

"Nuh uh, you agreed one month no hunting if I fixed it up," Danny said.

"Of course," Skulker said. "Every great hunter knows that you don't hunt in off season."

"Hey now, I don't see you trying to fix this, so why do you get to make the deal?" Tucker protested while gathering together tools. The Fenton's lab was a mess, as it always was, but Tucker had puttered around there enough with Danny to know the not quite organized chaos. "What am I gonna get out of it?"

"Um. A theoretical month of extra time with your best friend?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of an all expenses paid round trip on the Phantom Express to that Tech EXPO happening in a few weeks," Tucker said. "You remember the one."

"Dude, that place is like, 500 miles away!" Danny argued. "It'll take ages to get there if I carry you."

"It will not. We've clocked your flight speed at well over 150, it'll just be a few hours."

"I don't know if you know this, but carrying someone for a few hours while flying a hundred miles an hour isn't what most people would describe as easy."

"You're not most people," Tucker said. "But if you don't want my technological expertise, I'll just be on my way. I'm sure you'll figure out how to get this together." He turned to walk back towards the stairs.

Danny groaned. "Fine. But you're paying for my ticket."

Tucker turned back around with a smirk, cracking his knuckles. "Deal. Now, sit back, relax, and watch the master at work."

---

It ended up being only Danny who was sitting back and relaxing. As Tucker had predicted, a giant ghostly robot mech suit was, in fact, very different to anything Tucker had worked with before. Skulker knew much more about it than he did, so the ghost had taken to hovering over Tucker's shoulder, directing his work and shouting threats at Danny. And occasionally Tucker. (He was somewhere between creeped out and flattered that Skulker thought he was worthy to insult, if not fully hunt. That was one of the details he was never going to mention anywhere within a hundred miles of Jazz.)

"Could you grab me that laser wrench thing?" Tucker asked. "The one your parents use for small scale ectoplasm constructs."

Danny grabbed one of the many tools off of Jack's desk. "This one?" Tucker glanced over quickly, not willing to take his eyes off of the suit when he was quite literally elbow deep in machinery.

"No, the other one. I think it glows purple sometimes?" Danny made a noise of acknowledgement before holding up a similar looking device. "That's the one."

"Hey Jellybean, go long," Danny said before tossing the device at Skulker. Tucker couldn't help snorting at the indignant squeak Skulker made when he caught the device. 

"One day, ghost child, I will have your head hanging from my wall, and you will never be able to fling around childish insults ever again," he grumbled, passing the device to Tucker.

"Yea, I've heard that before. Maybe one day you'll be able to actually follow through on your threats."

Tucker already knew what Skulker was going to say, or at least had a pretty good guess. Despite how frequently they threw each other through buildings, Danny and Skulker were friends, at least in a ghostly sense. He'd heard their banter both in and out of combat enough to let the comments fade into background noise, focusing instead on fixing the part he needed the tool for. 

This part of the suit was delicate, to say the least. Skulker's suit fed almost entirely on ambient ectoplasm, whether that be excess produced by Skulker himself or by the environment he was in. This part was a regulator of that energy, allowing for the suit to store excess power for use later, like when he was blasting twenty seven different missiles and a laser canon at Danny. If Tucker fucked it up, there was a lot of different things that could happen, all of them bad with a capital B, and most of them ending in some kind of explosion. Minor explosions, admittedly, and ones that would take a while to build up, especially outside of the ghost zone, but an explosion nonetheless.

Luckily for Tucker, the system was pretty simple. A couple of wires and a designated compartment that held the filtered ectoplasm. All Tucker needed to do was reconnect the wire here, seal off the leak there, and-

Tucker jumped as the door to the basement slammed open, followed by loud heavy footsteps. He pulled the tool out of the cavity in Skulker's arm quickly, throwing the tool to the other side of the room, and spun around to try and hide Skulker's suit from Jack. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Danny doing the same for actual Skulker, despite the fact that Skulker had gone invisible. 

"Danny boy!" Jack called from the stairs, still out of view. "I thought I heard you and your friends down here!" Jack's head poked out from the top of the stairs. Tucker met his eyes, watched as it flicked from his face, to Danny, to Skulker's suit. Tucker covered his ears preemptively. "GHOST" Jack bellowed, grabbing an ecto-blaster from wherever he stored them on his hazmat suit, and opening fire towards Tucker.

It was lucky that Jack's aim was so bad; Tucker might've gotten better at dodging ectoblasts, but at such a close range, there was no way he'd get out of the way in time. And ectorays stung, and the residue it left never came out. Instead the ectoblasts hit against the back wall, leaving a green, smoldering mark. 

"Dad, stop!" Danny called, dashing towards Jack a little too quickly.

"Danny, what are you doing? There's a ghost in our basement!" Jack shouted, but he didn't fire the ecto-blaster again. Not with Danny so close.

"A ghost that is completely and totally still with both me and Tucker down here?" Danny asked. Jack narrowed his eyes, visibly processing the information. Then his features lit up and he grabbed Danny in a bear hug. "Ok uh what are we doing now."

"You caught the ghost, isn't that right Danny-boy!" Jack said, not putting Danny down. "That's that one ghost hunter that's always showing up to try and hunt down the ghost boy. as if he would ever be able to catch the ghost before we could." Tucker saw Skulker reappear over Jack's shoulder, small mouth opened to protest, before Danny's hand clamped around him. He couldn't see Danny's face at this angle, but the faint green glow indicated that Danny was using his Scary Eyes. It worked.

Danny let go of Skulker just as Jack set him down. "Uh, yea! It uh. Wasn't too hard?"

"Wasn't to hard!" Jack said. "We've been trying to track this ghost down for nearly as long as the ghost boy! For you to catch him, why, you must be some ghost hunting prodigy! C'mon, let's check out your catch!" Jack practically dragged Danny over to the suit, and Tucker reproached at his insistent waving. He couldn't see very well around the brick wall that was jack Fenton, but he was able to see enough. Enough to make him duck under Jack's arm to get a closer look, and start swearing.

"Is everything ok, Tuck?" Danny asked.

"Of course it is!" Jack answered in his place. "I'm sure he's just realizing how incredible this all is!"

"We might have a code potato," Tucker whispered so just Danny could hear. "Definitely gonna need help to fix it."

Danny's face sharpened in the way it always did when he was dealing with superhero stuff. "Hey, Dad, do you think we could get something to eat first? All that ghost hunting really works up an appetite."

"You bet it does! You go get something to eat, but science waits for no man! I need to make sure the ghost is secured for experimentation later. Don't want to risk him blowing up the house!" Jack reached out to grab the arm connected to the panel Tucker had been working on.

"Stop!" Tucker shouted, throwing his whole weight into Jack's arm to push it out of the way.

"What has gotten into you two?" Jack asked, brows knitting back together. "I feel like I'm missing something..."

Tucker met Danny's eyes. It had taken a long time, for them to be able to communicate just with a look, but over the years of near death (or post death, in Danny's case) situations, they'd gotten pretty good at it. Danny's ghost based empathy thing helped. Danny knew that Tucker was being very serious, life and death kind of situation. He could probably guess by Tucker's reaction to Jack that this was something incredibly delicate. Danny also knew that the game plan was still up to him; it was his secret, his half-life on the line.

"Dad, do you trust me?"

Jack turned his confused expression to Danny. "Of course I do, son."

"Then I need you to promise me something. You won't ask questions, you won't start a fight, and you won't get in the way," Danny said.

"Danny," Jack said slowly. "I don't understand. What do you-"

Danny cut him off. "Just promise me. Please?"

Jack was silent for a moment, before he nodded. "I promise."

"Tuck, what's going on?"

"I nicked the regulator when he came downstairs," Tucker said, adjusting slightly to the side so Danny could see. "It could be nothing, or it could be a very volatile explosion waiting to happen."

"Definitely an explosion," Skulker said, materializing above the suit. "That's a nasty one." Jack yelped in surprise, but put his hands over his mouth to silence it.

"How do we fix it?" Tucker asked. "I'm assuming we can't just throw it back into the ghost zone and be done with the problem."

"That's probably the worst thing you could do," Skulker said. "Unless your goal is to blow up the realms."

"Been there, done that, already stopped it from happening," Danny said. "What else do you got?"

"Could we try to reroute it somehow?" Tucker asked. "There's gotta be more of them in here somewhere, right?"

"There is, but they are located in distant locations. There would be no point of having them in the same area," Skulker said. "If you connected them, my suit would be completely unusable."

"Yea, but it would solve the literal ticking time bomb, wouldn't it?" Tucker asked. 

"Perhaps," Skulker said. "But I wouldn't be able to get it back to my lair, and I would rather not have the whelp stinking the place up again."

"And yet you keep trying to get me there," Danny retorted.

"Yes, as a pelt. Not as you," Skulker said. 

"Danno, what's going on?" Jack said, his voice significantly higher than it normally was.

"No questions," Danny replied. "I'll explain after. So, reconnecting to a different regulator is a no go. What about shutting down the power input in general."

"Impossible," Skulker scoffed, the sound odd in his tiny jelly bean voice. "If you could just shut it down that would be a massive overlook." 

"You don't have any kind of shut down switch at all?" Tucker asked. "It seems like your style."

"Please, I'm not Technus."

Danny and Tucker laughed. "True that. So shutting it down won't work either. I'm not even going to bother suggesting letting it explode in an explosion proof place, so I'm out of ideas."

"I'm pretty much out too," Tucker said, staring into the hole in the side of the suit. "I'll keep thinking."

It was Jack who spoke next. "You're looking for a regulator for... ectoenergy?"

The three others turned to look at Jack. "Yea," Tucker said slowly. "It needs to hold filtered ectoplasm from the surroundings, and be able to expend it. Without exploding."

"Without exploding when I don't want it to!" Skulker amended.

"I could do without that," Danny mumbled. 

"And it needs to fit in there?" Jack asked, gesturing to the suit. Tucker nodded. "Some of our ectoblasters have a regulator that functions like that. Would that work?" He was looking at Tucker, who looked at Skulker.

Skulker was thinking. "It may work temporarily, at least long enough for me to get back to the lair and fix it properly." 

"What blaster is that in?" Danny asked. 

"The bigger ones, but not as big as the Fenton Bazooka. Any of those should work," Jack said, and Danny ran off to grab the weapons. "You are...comfortable working with these types of things?" Jack asked Tucker after a moment of awkward silence. 

"Not really," Tucker replied with a shrug much more nonchalant than he felt. "I know enough, and Skulker isn't a bad teacher, at least when it comes to this."

"So you're... Skulker?" Jack said to Skulker. 

"I am Skulker, the greatest hunter the ghost zone has ever seen!" Skulker said.

"Wait, I thought this ghost was the greatest hunter?" Jack gestured to the suit.

"I built it as a tool to use during my hunts!" 

Tucker could see the gears turning in Jack's head, but any other questions were cut off by Danny running back downstairs, a number of different weapons cradled in his arms. "Will any of these work?" he asked, setting them on the floor in a crash. 

Jack nodded, and grabbed one from the pile. "This one will work." He dismantled it expertly, and removed a small piece. "If you hook this up to the regulator it should work." He held it out to Tucker, who took it with a nod. 

"On it," he said. Tucker worked in tense silence, with Skulker hovering above him, and Jack and Danny a few steps behind. Finally, he wiped the nervous sweat off his brow, and resealed the whole on Skulker's suit. "That should do it. Give it a spin?"

Skulker climbed back into the face hatch, letting it seal around him. The display came to life, and Skulker rose to his fake feet. "It's rather stiff, but nothing that I won't be able to fix!" he said, back  to his regular voice. "I do not believe this is worth a month without hunting, whelp."

"Two weeks and I'll do something nice for Ember," Danny replied smoothly. 

"Deal. I will see you in two weeks, ghost child!" he called, and began to make his way to the portal.

"I'll cherish every minute I get to go without seeing your ugly mug," Danny called back. "Seriously, you got to decide how you look and you chose that?"

Skulker's retort was washed away by the whirring of the ghost portal. His departure left Jack, Tucker, and Danny standing in the basement without a possible life threatening situation to mediate the conversation.

"I guess I owe you an explanation," Danny said. 

"You do," Jack said. "But it can wait until I've made some fudge. I think we'll need it for this conversation."

[mamoonde]

i really really really love the idea of wei wuxian revolutionizing modern cultivation over breakfast and conceptualizing these different theories simultaneously because the adhd brain has no brakes and the only reason it took him a decade to publish all these ideas was because he could not stick to a single train of thought long enough to finish (verbalizing) it, let alone put it down on paper coherently.

the only reason he even got to publishing them eventually (and enrolling to cultivation theory grad program to get on that track) was because one morning, his undergrad thesis advisor, lan qiren, finally got fed up and sat him down for an early morning progress check-in because it was midterm season and wei wuxian still hadn't decided on a topic.

wei wuxian, fueled by an unhealthy amount of redbull and three all-nighters, finally word vomits all his 'convoluted' ideas which he'd thought were uselessly obvious and redundant (because he's gone over these like a bajillion times, it's very plain-as-day to him, so he probably just hasn't read the articles that say these exact things).

lan qiren, teacup frozen halfway to his mouth: ...first of all, i only understood half of how you got to these conclusions, which only means they are indeed too convoluted and will need to be pared down; secondly: you have never mentioned any of these ideas before. why.

wei wuxian: oh. haven't i? oh well, i just thought, xyz, because, obviously, abcde. which is really what the 2 centuries old law on ghjkl was alluding to, right? and so, logically, xyz.

lan qiren: [mind blown, screaming, good gods this is the same child who's always tardy and spent freshman year pulling on the metaphorical pigtails of my straight-laced nephew?!?!??!??!?!] ..again, why...how have you never even spoken or submitted these ideas?

wei wuxian: because!!! they're so obvious!! surely, it's been published somewhere already? i can't be the only one to connect these dots, surely??

lan qiren: incredibly, you are. no one else has even thought to question tradition nor pursued more thoughts on the law of ghjkl, with half as much...sound arguments as you seem to have. in the past century, the focus of modern cultivation has tended towards practical uses and tools, some fine-tuning, perhaps. not entirely new theories.

wei wuxian: huh....

lan qiren, sighing, feeling a migraine: your problem with your thesis is not a lack of focus or ingenuity, but likely to be more a lack of recent, evidentiary sources. you will need to become very familiar with the university archives and dig deep for sources that will back up every argument you make.

he jots down notes on a paper. "you will also need to strictly adhere to the structure and methodology of these articles, especially given how radical your thesis will be. if you are diligent enough, you may just be able to submit your thesis without too much of a delay." he slides the list of materials to a gaping wei wuxian. "depending on your output then, we can discuss the possibility of submitting this for peer review."

"peer review." wei wuxian repeats. "as in, that thing where some uppity committee of old coots put their stamp of approval for it to become the reading materials of undergrads like me. you're joking."

lan qiren chooses to ignore the sentiment about peer review committees being uppity old coots, especially considering how he can't completely deny it on account of some of his colleagues, but also as a member said peer review committee, he isn't exactly pleased about being lumped in the same category.

wei wuxian backtracks at his unamused look. "right, you're not joking, of course you're not." he slowly inches the list towards himself. "right, yes, i guess i'll uh, get to it then. ok bye."

----

idk, just, waves hand at wei wuxian candidly explaining new modern cultivation theories over cheerios at 2 in the afternoon to lwj who's trying to help him structure his grad thesis, getting mind blow dick hard at how this messy genius who's talking with his mouth full of half eaten cereal is the object of his affection....

wwx: --oh, oops, your highlighter fell

lwj: mn

wwx: ...aren't you gonna get that?

lwj: it's fine; i'll pick it up later. finish your thought.

wwx: right... i'll pick it up for you!

lwj, fighting for his life, trying to think unsexy thoughts: NO! sit. finish your meal, and then your thought.

[husbandhoshi]

Heheh mingyu + cute + 9:27am

[9:27]

on god, i will kill whoever shares a wall with mingyu, is your first thought of the day.

you lay there, head positively spinning, as you hear the perpetrator snooze their train horn alarm for the fifth time that morning.

your second is, fuck, i actually went home with him, and your third falls somewhere along the lines of having the worst hangover headache of your twenty something years of being alive.

the bed next to you is cold (mingyu probably has class), you’re in a big white shirt (must have put it on after getting your back blown out), and curiously, mingyu has a studio ghibli poster you never noticed on the back of his door (good, although it would have ruined the mood if you knew totoro had witnessed all of that).

the unsavory details from last night come flooding back to you like the final chapter of an agatha christie novel, except you still don’t really get it.

kim mingyu, resident heartthrob of sigma alpha epsilon and the guy you just happened to tutor on tuesdays, not only invited you to a party, but somehow landed you in his bed, wearing his clothes.

on an average day, sleeping with a guy five million miles out of your league would be the college fairytale of your dreams, except you have class in two hours and the room is so bright, so flooded with sunlight, you think you will actually die if you open your eyes any wider.

you kind of wished things would be different.

(let’s get out of here, mingyu had said last night, and a part of you already knew what was going to happen. but instead, he walked you to in-n-out, draped in his big letterman jacket, and you spent the next two hours talking about everything and nothing over an order of animal fries.

and you remember him hovering over you, his silver necklace tantalizing and cold against the skin of your neck, asking in that awfully low voice of his—are you sure? we don’t have to.

and you pleaded and begged yes, yes, want it, want you, because you actually had the most embarrassing crush on him and somehow you fell in love all over again watching him get thousand island sauce on that nice button up of his.)

but in true fratboy fashion, he’s gone, and you’re just another girl left to dry in the wretched sigma house.

it’s then that you hear a knock on the door, at first frantic, then softly.

“mingyu’s not here,” you holler, although it’s more of a croak than a shout. “i don’t even live here.”

“um. this is mingyu,” comes the muffled voice. “sorry, i—” you can just picture him rubbing the back of his neck, piecing his next sentence together. “i thought you might want some breakfast?”

hearing the same voice that said basically unrepeatable things last night now shy as ever, asking permission to enter his own room, gives you the worst whiplash of your life. on top of that, you’re embarrassingly relieved that he did not, in fact, abandon you.

“yeah, uh, sure. thanks.” you scramble for your phone to make sure you look ok, but promptly realize the fool is charging it on his desk. so instead you just lay there, trying to look as alive as possible.

the door opens slowly, and through your half-lidded, squinty eyes, you make out what possibly could be the most beautiful man alive, looking like a dream in low hanging sweats and a muscle tee. and he has a plate of pancakes and orange juice.

“sorry, i look terrible.” the words just fly out of your mouth.

“no you don’t,” he chides in that awfully attractive pout of his. “was gonna say you look great. especially after everything that happened last night.”

he grins, all teeth and pretty pink lips, as you fight to not pull the covers over your head and just perish on the spot. “please shut up. i thought you abandoned me, you know. and i decided i was gonna stop tutoring you and let you fail organic chemistry.”

mingyu laughs and sits beside you on the bed, warm gaze falling on you. “i’m sorry. please don’t do that. i need you,” he jokes, and you both laugh again, feeling that post hookup awkwardness permeate the space.

he moves to brush the hair out of your forehead, but stops himself. he’s not sure what to do (he likes you, a lot actually, and that itself is enough to zap all rational thought from his brain).

“are you feeling ok?” mingyu asks instead. “i brought a warm towel and an advil. you know, uh, if you had a headache or something.”

it’s cute seeing him trip over his words, and you nod, giving him the ok to fuss over you.

“can you sit up? do you want me to feed you?” the questions come a mile a minute, but you’re never one to complain over a real life disney prince fawning over you.

so you let him, god, for some reason him propping you up against his pillows is a thousand times hotter than whatever he did last night, and you make the executive decision to waste your entire friday morning to spend it with him.

you’re still not sure what you are—friends, acquaintances, or something in the middle.

you wouldn’t dare think lovers though, except when he blows on a forkful of pancake to cool it down, you briefly consider marriage.

(before you go, he kisses your forehead. “catch a movie with me tomorrow?” he asks, taking his sunglasses off the top of his head and sliding them onto your face—he knows you lied when you said your head wasn’t hurting anymore.

“is this because you wanna—”

“it’s because i want to take you on a date. a real one. can i?”

he smiles at you again, radiant and honest, and you find you don’t doubt him for a second.)