#'and before you guys answer I want you to think VERY CAREFULLY okay? I've got a lot of money riding on this'

[mediumsizedwildcat]

Guardian Demon

pt. 1 - pt. 2

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summary: A month before shit went down, Eddie summoned a demon. It saved his life and now it may be in love with him. Most certainly, Eddie gets to fuck the demon.

cw: supernatural mlm; description of the demon, bit of world mechanics, biting, blood, spit, jerking off, lube, fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, non-human body functions (asshole turning wet), pain kink, lmk if I missed something

Eddie Munson x demon!reader | 3k words

*Minors & ageless blogs Do Not Interact

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Gently, very gently, Eddie runs his hand over your back, his fingers following the natural lines of your skin. He tries his best to not wake you up, watching as the muscles react to his touch, moving your wings ever so slightly.

As his hand wanders further down, you let out a soft purring sound. Eddie smiles and whispers, "You like that, huh?"

He starts pressing kisses to your shoulder and you can't keep the soft giggle in. Eddie smiles, carefully grips your waist, pressing his thumb into the flesh.

"I should repay you," he whispers, "for what you did last night..."

"It's okay," you sigh softly, enjoying his touch. Where you're from, tenderness like this is very short in supply.

Being completely honest, Eddie shouldn't even touch you like this. You shouldn't be in bed with him and you shouldn't have sucked him off either. But it feels nice to be this close to someone.

It's probably a body-thing; being a demon in this world is a new experience to all of your dimension. Perhaps when other demons answer to new summons you'll be able to talk to someone like you about this.

Eddie grins softly, "When I summoned a demon I didn't think I'd get one like you."

You turn around, sitting up before you lie on your back so you don't squish or otherwise hurt your wings. Frowning up at him, you respond, "What did you think?"

"That it wouldn't work," Eddie chuckles and places his hand on your chest. "Why did it work?"

"Well," you think for a moment, "we know when we're being summoned, but until a few months ago, this world was inaccessible for us."

You shrug, "I guess that Vecna-guy your friends keep talking about accidentally opened up a gateway and even though he's dealt with, the gateway is still open."

"So, you knew that I did a summoning ritual?" Eddie moves his thumb over your skin, looking down as he tries to understand this.

You nod, "Yeah, I knew you summoned one of ours. We all did, since you didn't really specify whose services you tried to secure. Usually nobody cares for summonings from a world we can't access, but I've always wanted to know this one."

"That means," Eddie frowns, "you held onto the summon for a month? Why did you come, after all that time?"

"Because you were dying," you state simply, as if it's obvious. To your kind it may not be, but you expected Eddie to know.

Instead, he keeps inquiring, "You didn't even know me. Why would that matter?" What Eddie truly wonders is, Why would I matter?

You giggle, "Stupid human. You were my way into this world and from the moment I entered your body I was tethered to you. Now I don't have the footing to stay here, you humans are weirdly obsessed with that money-stuff."

"Oh," Eddie mumbles, sitting up. Of course you're just with him because he summoned you. Because you don't have another option.

To reach your wing around Eddie's back, you sit up, too. Gently nudging his cheek with its claw, you make him turn his head to look into your direction. He's not hiding his emotional response to the new knowledge.

"When I saved your life," you keep your voice gentle, "my response to your summon was fulfilled. I could've moved on to any other person." You place your hand on his cheek and gently run your thumb over his cheekbone.

"I wanted to stay with you," you smile as you nudge his nose with your own. "I've had so many people scream at me, but you didn't. You summoned a demon and you weren't scared of what you got."

Eddie chuckles dryly, "Why would I be scared of you? You're, like, real hot..."

"Let's see," you press a kiss on his cheek, "the first time you saw me it was your mirage with my distinctive features. Usually, people get scared. I don't know how it is with humans, but that's been my experience so far."

He looks you up and down and smiles, "Distinctive features, huh? You mean the horns? Or the wings?"

"Them and the claws and the fangs," you grin widely, showing the fangs off. "You know, it was very hard to not permanently change your body when you were almost dead. I could've just made it mine and I probably would've been able to heal it so it's of good use to me..."

With your face already so close, all Eddie has to do is to angle his head. Hesitantly, he presses his lips to yours, unsure if you're feeling it, too. Unsure if last night was a one time thing.

You smile and reciprocate the kiss, your hand wandering to the back of his neck. Pulling Eddie's head closer, tangling your fingers in his hair. He smirks and, minding your wings, pushes you back down onto the mattress. Finding his place between your legs, he slowly grinds his hips down, his kiss nearly bruising.

Bless his stupid little heart, pumping all that blood down to his dick, making him hard and ready for you. You bite his lip, enough to draw blood, gaining a soft grunt from him. Running your tongue over the cut you make Eddie hiss at the pain. Though, judging by the way he bucks his hips, he seems to like it.

"Stupid human," you repeat, breathing heavily. Eddie huffs a laughs and trails kisses down your neck, gently sucking on the skin at your throat. "You really make me feel empty," you huff, "I didn't even know bodies could feel that way..."

"Bodies can feel a lot of different things," Eddie purrs. "I'd like to show you all of them... Starting with this..." He runs his hand down your body, gently pushing it under the band of your underwear.

The moment his hand wraps around your dick, you close your eyes, a soft moan falling from your pretty lips. He starts to move his hand, slowly up and down, teasing you, so to say. You whimper softly, letting your body's instincts take over.

"There you go," Eddie praises. He sits back on his knees and kisses down your belly, carefully removing your underwear.

You giggle, "Why don't you get rid of your own clothes and come back down here? Let's celebrate this body~"

Eddie laughs with your suggestion, but pulls his shirt off over his head. He throws it aside, rubbing his palm over your happy trail. You smile at the feeling, almost literally purring. “The rest, too,” you hum as you gently pull on the band of his boxer shorts.

He gets up and grins, “Wanna see it all, huh?” He shoves his underwear off while you’re sitting up and as he straightens out, you press your lips to his again.

Pulling him onto the bed, you turn the two of you around, intensifying the kiss as you climb onto his lap. With your dicks throbbing, Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you closer. He starts pushing his hips up and he whines when nothing comes from it. You giggle and sit down on his thighs, brushing your hand through his hair.

“So,” you grin, “how does this work, pretty boy? How do we, what is it called again? Make love?”

Eddie feels a hot shot surge from his chest down to his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, “‘make love’? Really? You wanna kill me or something?”

You tilt your head to the side, a confused look on your face. “Why would I want to kill you? You’re no good to me with a dead body.”

He huffs, “I’ll explain later. How you wanna do this?” Eddie sighs, “I mean, you okay taking me? Getting, uhm… Getting fucked?” Nerves running wild, he looks up at you.

Cheeks flushed from your body’s arousal, eyes wide and curious. Somehow, your body seems to know what it means, moving ever so slightly closer to his dick. “I,” you look down at your body, your own cock thick and throbbing with need. The same need is what you can feel in your hole; you always wondered what that one was for. Perhaps procreation?

“Yeah,” you finally nod, “I think I want that. My body feels very ready for whatever ‘getting fucked’ means. Which, weirdly enough, this body seems to know.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, “Alright, there’s lube and a condom in the night stand,” he points at it, "why don't you get them for us?"

As you lean down and over to get what Eddie told you to, he spits into his hand and reaches between the two of you. He puts his hand around both dicks, gently spreading the saliva and starting to pump his hand.

You moan and lie your head on his shoulder. “Fuck,” you echo his cursing, “that feels good. Oh, that’s really good, Eddie.”

Hearing you say his name, all desperate and needy for him, Eddie grunts. “Lube,” he nearly growls, “now.”

“So commanding,” you pant, “are you like that with all people?” You open the nightstand, "Or is this all for me?" Pulling out the container filled with lube.

Grinning at your victory, you show Eddie the container, wave it in front of his face. “Now what, big guy?”

Eddie smirks and kisses you, taking his hand from in between your bodies and gently running his hands down your waist and hips. He squeezes your ass, quietly praising the sounds coming from your mouth. He opens the container and dips two of his fingers into the lube, coating them generously.

Once he’s sure you’re relaxed and ready, Eddie carefully rubs his fingers over the rim of your hole. You gasp, your whole body responding to his touch.

“That’s it,” Eddie coos as he works you open. With your head on his shoulder, you breathe heavily, your hips pushing back against his fingers. Feeling your breath against his skin, hearing your little, very pathetic moans. “You feeling ready?”

You nod, pre-cum leaking from the tip of your cock, smearing onto Eddie's, mixing with his pre-cum. "Yes," you sigh, "very ready."

Eddie doesn't ask again, moving his hands from your ass to your thighs, squeezing gently. He coats his hand in lube again, this time smearing it all over his dick, pumping it to get it nice and wet for you.

Whining at the view, you dig your claws into his chest. "Eddie," you whine, "already waited long enough! Please~"

"So impatient," Eddie grins, watching your dick twitch with anticipation. "Alright, move up, pretty boy."

You comply, urging your body up, pressing your knees into the mattress. Even your wings flatter, your whole body waiting for him to make you feel even better than he already has.

Lining his dick up with your hole, Eddie gently presses his hand down on your lower back. "Sit up, sweetheart," he coos, "gotta sink down on my dick, okay? Take it as much as you can without it hurting and take as much time as you need."

You steady yourself with your palms on his chest, but lean down to kiss him before you sit all the way up. It takes Eddie by surprise, but he kisses you back before he watches you sink down on his cock.

When you feel him pressing past the rim of your hole, your head falls back and your lips part, eyes watching Eddie even though you don't mean to. You let out a breathy moan, your tail wrapping around Eddie's thigh and your wings barely holding up -a telltale sign that you're relaxed and calm.

Eddie dies a little inside, lust taking over most of his motivation. Clearly you're very turned on and clearly, his body likes what you're doing. His breath grows heavy, his hand squeezes your thigh and when he wets his lips the cut in his lip burns.

He doesn't care about the pain, he doesn't care that your claws break the skin of his chest. You're too fucking hot for him to care. Who thought fucking a demon would be something Eddie would be into?

The deeper you take him in, the more your body changes. The tip of your tongue splits again, taking on the demon you are instead of the humanoid body this is supposed to be. Your horns grow, too, just a little, your tail gaining strength.

Most importantly though, your hole starts to turn wet. It's not blood, it's simply what your body thinks it's supposed to do. Eddie curses, not so under his breath, gripping your hips tightly.

"Fuck-" His chest heaves with every breath, "Are you- Are you getting wet? Fuck, that's- Shit-"

He presses his head into the pillow, his back arches and when he finally bottoms out, feeling your balls against his skin, Eddie nearly loses it.

"Jesus Christ," he clenches his jaw, staring down at your dick. "Are you like, a succubus or something? Fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

You clench around him and Eddie moans loudly in response. "Please," he starts to beg, "please, I don't wanna cum yet! I don't- I don't want this to be over, please!"

Trying to make this as comfortable for Eddie as possible, you try to relax your body. You lift your claws off his chest, long tongue carefully licking up the blood.

"I'm not a succubus," you explain with a soft voice. "Succubi have vulvas and vaginas, the ones with penises are incubi. Which I'm also not, they're sex demons."

Eddie huffs, "You-You tryin' to tell me they feel even b-better?" He's fighting his orgasm so hard and the way you look down at him, concerned and confused, doesn't make it any easier.

"I don't know," you shrug, "I've never tried sex before. That's what we're doing right now, though? That's the right word for what's happening, no?"

"It is," Eddie quickly assures, his thumbs digging into your flesh.

You smile, "I bet I could help you with that. Make you, uh... Not cum? Is that how humans phrase it?"

"I-I guess," he huffs, "how? How would you help?"

You grin and move your tail from around his thigh to around the base of his cock. You can feel him throb and he moans at the sensation, but when you tighten your tail's hold, Eddie lets out a relieved breath.

"That better?" You coo, leaning down to kiss him. "I did study some of your anatomy when you weren't aware of me. Glad it's coming in handy."

Eddie grabs you by your neck and crashes his lips against yours in an aggressive, bruising kiss. "You're such a fucking--" He doesn't end the sentence, unsure what to call you. Demon? Well, that'd just be accurate.

"Liar?" You suggest, giggling. "Creep? I did 'creep on you', as others would say it. Watching you jerk yourself off in the shower..."

His cheeks turn pink and you grin. "So easily manipulated... That's so human of you, baby."

Not wanting to go down without a fight, Eddie thrusts his hips up in a stark motion. Your eyes rip wide open, a loud but short moan forcing its way out of your throat.

"Awww," Eddie copies your attitude, "that's so demon of you, baby."

Your cheeks flush and you give him a soft apologetic kiss. "Got the message," you mumble, "I'll try to keep it down."

"Thank you," Eddie huffs, kissing your cheek. "You wanna do this or you wanna keep talking?"

You lick the cut in his lip and, very carefully, slip it into his mouth, placing your lips on his like you saw in Eddie's magazines. Once again he reciprocates the kiss, playing with your tongue as he starts to move his hips.

The cautious movements make you huff and whine, feeling good but not quite as good as you know he can make you feel. You sit back up, massaging his chest with your palms as you try to get accustomed to the new position.

Once you're ready, you start moving on your own, up and down and up and down, opposite to the rhythm Eddie set. His breath falls short, little whimpers falling from his lips.

Meanwhile you get to feel it all, the pulsing, the thickness, getting filled and being wanted. You slip your wings under Eddie and, despite his confusion, pull him up, pressing his chest against yours.

With him this close, you wrap your arms around him, pressing your fangs into his neck and moaning against his skin. Eddie moans at the pain, slides his arms around your waist and starts pushing your rhythm. Faster and harder, until he's moaning into your shoulder, the room filled with sounds of wet squelching and skin slapping against skin.

"Eddie," you groan, pulling his head back and pressing your bloody lips against his.

He slows down, focuses on your kiss. It's his turn to bite your lip and you clench around him, starting to take on the speed and force he left off when you kissed him.

Happily letting you take the lead, Eddie leans down to kiss your chest. When you let spit drip down it's mixed with blood, but lands on the head of your cock. Eddie understands, kisses you again, forcing his tongue into your mouth and using his hand to spread your spit over your dick.

Through your riding him, you fuck yourself into his hand, making the most pathetic sounds Eddie ever heard. Your tail loosens, its tip moving to play with Eddie's balls instead.

He whines, "Not yet, fuck, please!" But you don't want to hear his pleads anymore, you want him to cum. "Don't want it to end," Eddie begs and you moan against his lips.

"Please," it's your turn to beg, "I want you to fill me up, Eddie. I want to feel you cum."

He whimpers and starts kissing you more intensely. He gives into the knot tightening in his abdomen, white hotness surging through his body as he comes undone. He groans very loudly into the kiss -into your mouth- and feeling the hot thick splurges of cum shoot into your hole, you moan with him.

"Yes," you encourages breathlessly, "fuck, yes, just like that, Eddie!" You kiss him, sloppily, open-mouthed, "Shit, thank you. Oh, fuck, thank you!"

Your thighs squeeze around Eddie's hips as he comes down from his high, but you don't have enough yet. He didn't want it to end so why should it have to?

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Eye to eye 2

Chapter 18🤍

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Breathing heavily, Trent and Ella made sure to place back the baby seats after their heated session. They definitely enjoyed themselves and that was an understatement. Something about Trent taking Ella in the back seat brought her a sense of thrill and excitement. Now that it was over, she was definitely going to ask him to do it again. It was getting very late and they didn't want her dad to worry. The both of them needed to breathe after all that as they were still collecting themselves getting into the front, with Trent looking at her with love.

"Wait hold on baby, your hair." He chuckled lightly seeing that her hair was all messy. He knew her dad would ask questions and then realise what they had been doing, even though they had two children who were evidence of it. He quickly touched up her hair so that it could look as neat as possible.

"You don't even know how to do hair." Ella rolled her eyes at him jokingly. However, she thought it was cute how he was being.

"No, but I've lived with you longer than a year. Even before we started dating." Trent reminded her. He was going to get the knowledge somehow.

"Do you think the babies are asleep?" Ella questioned as Trent was starting the car now, placing his hand on her thigh before he began to drive home.

"Probably, it's past the time they normally go to bed." The ride home was quiet as Ella herself fell asleep, leaning against the window, tired after her busy night. Trent found her nothing but adorable as she was off in her dreams.

Once they had reached home, the living room light was on. It was obvious that Ella would probably crash out in bed like she did in the car, sleeping like she was a baby. Trent planted a kiss on Ella gently to wake her up from her slumber. She always got tired after sex, Trent was definitely good in that department. It wasn't something she could control. She was either super hungry or would pass out gracefully.

"Baby we're home." He told her before exiting the car. As he was about to make his way, he saw that Ella wasn't following behind him. She had opened the door however, but stayed in the car.

"Can you pick me up please? I'm too tired to walk." She held out her arms so that Trent could know that she was being serious. He could let out nothing but a sweet sigh, going over to pick her up in princess style and walking towards the front door.

As soon as they entered their house, Mark could be seen laying on the couch watching a movie. He found it cute that Trent was holding Ella, who looked extremely exhausted. What shocked him on the other hand, was seeing that they were both wearing rings on their fingers.

"Hi dad." Ella spoke leaning her head on Trent as he held her legs close to his chest. Her eyes were closed but her mind was vividly awake.

"Hi darling." Her father answered back before saying the thing that was on his mind. "Don't tell me you guys got engaged already. I love you guys as a couple, but it's way too early."

"No dad. Relax. We're not engaged." Ella chuckled lightly. It was funny hearing the slight panic in his voice. Obviously, she knew her dad liked Trent and would love to be his father in law one day.

"Not yet anyway." Trent added to her comment, earning a soft smile from her dad. He was more than being honest.

"Well whatever you guys choose to do, I will support you." Trent was more than glad to hear those words. He knew her dad understood how much he loved her, but he hadn't expected to hear those words at all.

"Thank you." The couple answered in unison, as Trent made his way to the couch so that Ella could lay next to her dad, placing her down carefully, and going upstairs to check on the babies.

"Ella, I need to speak to you about something. Now, I don't want you to think I was eavesdropping but I was going upstairs to get something for the twins and I heard you speaking negatively about yourself." Mark began speaking as Ella leaned her head on his shoulder.

"It's not deep dad, plus I'm okay." Ella responded with a reassuring tone. Trent had really helped her and made her feel better.

"I know sweetheart, but you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I'm so proud to be your father and I'm happy you gave me the best grandchildren in the world. You're perfect. Don't ever forget it." He continued uplifting her.

"Thank you dad." Ella hugged him with a gentle smile, highlighting how much his words meant to her. Her dad was one of her biggest supporter, along with the rest of her family and Trent.

"And can I just say, that man is in love with you." He referring to her boyfriend, of course which made her smile grow wider. "And he's such a great father."

"I know right." She turned to face him with the beam on her face. It was so sweet to see her so happy, especially after everything.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Mark decided that he should get home as it was getting late. "I think it's time for me to head out. I don't want Jobe to worry and start spamming my phone again." He chuckled a little, causing Ella to giggle a little too.

"Thank you for babysitting today." She hugged him after the had stood up and made their way towards the door.

"Anytime sweetheart." Mark embraced his daughter back, happy that he spent the day with his precious grandchildren.

"Bye dad. Love you." Once he had put his shoes back on, Ella opened the door for him so that he could leave.

"Bye. Love you." He replied back, exiting the house. Ella thought it best to finally go to bed since she was more than worn out now.

Without further ado, she went upstairs to their bedroom so that she could change into her pyjamas before she would go and give her babies a kiss goodnight. She had only been away from them for about 2 hours but she missed them and couldn't go to bed without seeing them. After she had changed into a pair of pyjama shorts and a pink vest, she went over to sit on her bed so she could quickly put her bonnet on, prior to suddenly hearing a ping on Trent's phone. She wasn't a snooping kind of girlfriend but this had particularly caught her eye. It was a message that read...

*I'm sorry Trent for everything. Please text me back*

Trent was still in the nursery with the babies and in a second Ella was going to be there two as this had given her a second reason. She know nothing was likely to happen from Trent's side but knowing exactly who sent the text and how desperate she was, Ella knew she had to take this into her own hands. They had already made their mind up about her being the stalker and that was linked with her being relentless. After letting her annoyance build a little, she msde her way to the nursery with his phone so that she could speak to him about it. Ella made sure to kiss her babies first who were awake now that she had heard their mother. She spoke to them for a few seconds before they were practically begging to be in Trent's arms.

"Everything okay baby?" He saw Ella had something on her mind which concerned him as the protective man he was. "Cos' you brought my phone." He didn't have a problem with her holding his phone because he knew she respected his privacy and also because he would often let her use it.

"Yeah, I'm just annoyed a bit. You got this text and it's very obvious who it is." She showed him the message. "I wasn't snooping. It popped out randomly-"

"You know I don't mind you going on my phone. Plus I go on yours. Just block the number." He suggested to her calmly. Since he had blocked Sabrina on everything, he kind of expected this to happen.

"No, I wanna speak to her." Ella responded with a sigh. She was overly tired of this ongoing situation and was done. "Woman to woman." She continued before another text came through.

*Please Trent*

"Baby, don't even entertain her." Trent instructed her as he was bouncing the babies in his arms softly. He didn't want Ella to put herself in danger.

"I wanna speak to her in person." She added before taking a seat next to her little family who were on the little couch. This was going to end once and for all.

"That's too dangerous. Remember she's the stalker and she might have a weapon or something." He spoke, again highlighting his protective nature.

"That's why I'm gonna meet her in a public space. Nothing will happen to me. They'll be people. I can meet her in a park where there's of course gonna be people." Ella was determined end this once and for all.

"If you promise that there's going to be people around than cool." He was willing to let her do what she needed to do. Plus Ella had grown up with athletic brothers, and protective parents. She was also stron so he was sure that under those circumstances, she would be okay. "Do you want me to come with you?" He still needed to ask the question however.

"No. I want to speak with her one on one." She let him know. Ella wasn't going to let herself be the damsel in distress, she was going to handle this situation and protect her family.

"Okay, well there's a park that's near the shopping centre so you can arrange to meet her there and I'll be in 5 minutes away just in case there's anything." Trent offered, knowing Ella wouldn't like that idea. He appreciated that Ella was being honest about what she was going to do. Communication and honesty was the foundation of a relationship and after everything they had been through, it was refreshing that Ella and Trent could speak about things like this. It emphasised their openness towards each other. At the same time, Ella was glad that he would be near by incase of an emergency which made more secure. Their teamwork as a couple was definitely one to brag about. It was reassuring and comforting that they didn't have to hide anything from one another.

*I'm sorry*

"Fine. Can I answer her back now?" Ella wanted his permission before sending a message on his phone. "She keeps messaging you."

"Yeah baby." It was the fact that he was helping her with this plan that made Ella feel better about the whole thing. He was practically her partner in crime, even though no crimes would be committed. She texted back and told Sabrina to meet her tomorrow at 2pm and told her to location. She didn't mention that it was her, purposefully wanting Sabrina to think it was Trent so she would be sure to come. The reply on the other end only took a few seconds confirming that she would be there on time. "As I said, be careful please."

"Babe- I will be." Ella gently grabbed Tayah and sat her on her lap, bouncing her up and down as it had become almost and automatic thing for her. "Miss Tay, is dada your favourite?" She pretended to be offended when her daughter reached out for Trent to hold her again, making little noises. "Wow." Trent giggled at cute altercation and carefully held out his hand to hold her but she immediately went to cling to her mum, leaning her head on her. "Princess, you wanna stay on me? Yeah? Isn't daddy yuck?" Tayah continued to cling to her mum and Tahj was falling asleep on his dad. "And look at my little prince asleep."

After a few minutes of the sweet family moment, Tayah had fallen asleep aswell so they kissed their babies 'goodnight' and wrapped them in the little blankets before leave to room and going to theirs. If Ella was being honest, she was slightly nervous about tommorow because she was going to find it hard to remain calm and not cuss out Sabrina. She was finally going to speak to her and in person and months and months of disrespect. It definitely was going to be interesting and intense.

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Chapter 19

Hi guys! This chapter is a bit short but drama will unpack next chapter🤍 I've been busy but I've been writing and working on how I want this story to continue and I'm happy with it x

[devilzukin7-johnny-cage]

🌸 Special ornament - Short scene - Johnny Cage x Araceli 🌸

Araceli was training in the temple with the monks under the petals falling from the cherry trees. Johnny watched Araceli training from afar, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and an arrogant smile. He watched her move with grace and strength, admiring her skills. He felt a mixture of proudness and possessiveness when he saw her, knowing that she belonged to him completely.

"My my, my dear Araceli training hard as always. Don't you think you deserve a break, baby? We could have some fun, you and I," Johnny said with a seductive tone, slowly approaching Araceli while taking off his sunglasses and keeping it in his jacket pocket.

"Oh, Johnny..." Araceli looked at him surprised and shy, she didn't know that he was there all this time. "You were here... Uh... you better stay away! You know I have problems with my armpits and I sweated a lot today." She said between giggles as an excuse. Johnny laughed and continued approaching Araceli.

"Come on baby, I don't care if you sweat or not, I love your natural smell. It's sexy" He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him in a tight hug, sniffing her in an exaggerated manner to make her laugh.

His hands ran down Araceli's back until they reached her butt, giving it a playful squeeze.

"How about we sneak away for a while and go to a room? I can give you a relaxing massage with a happy ending..." he whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice.

Araceli couldn't help but laugh. "You're a pig!"

She loved that Johnny always found a way to make her laugh and have fun.

The monks were watching them and Araceli, noticing this, moved Johnny's hands away from her butt.

"Listen, silly... I'm almost done here. Sit there quietly on the bench and then we'll go, okay?" she whispered giving him a peck on the cheek. Johnny pouted in disappointment when Araceli pushed his hands away from her, but then smiled at the kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay, baby. I'll wait for you patiently like the good boy I am," he said sarcastically, giving her a gentle pat on the butt before going to sit on the bench.

Johnny sat with his legs open in a relaxed pose and put on his sunglasses, watching Araceli resume her training. From time to time he would throw her flirtatious glances or whistle at him to motivate her. When she finally finished, he quickly got up and went to meet her.

"Well done, beautiful. Now, about that massage with a happy ending..." He circled her waist and gave her a passionate kiss, rubbing his body against hers, "Let's go to a room right now or I won't answer at all." he said with a hoarse voice of desire.

"Wait! I want to give you something..." Araceli took Johnny's hand to guide him to a special tree in the garden of the temple. This one had some small wooden ornaments carved with words, hanging from threads. Araceli carefully searched among these for an specific one, until she finally found it and handed it to him.

This one had the word "love" in Chinese. Araceli put it in Johnny's palm and closed his hand, caressing it lovingly.

"This is very special, it can't be given to just anyone... and... it's the first time I've given one to someone." She expressed with a shy smile. "All of those have different meanings, the monks put new ones every year." She looked into his eyes tenderly. "The one I gave you represents love, affection, eternal union." She blushed embarrassed. "It doesn't necessarily have to be romantic love, of course..."

Johnny was speechless for a moment, something very rare for him, looking at the ornament in his hand. He felt a surge of emotion in his chest as he understood the meaning of Araceli's gesture.

"Wow... this is... beautiful. Thank you very much, Araceli." he said with complete sincerity, closing his fist around the ornament to protect it.

"You know I'm not the most sentimental or expressive guy in the world, but this means a lot coming from you. You're a very special person to me too, beyond physical attraction or unbridled sex." Cage joked to ease the intensity of the moment a bit. "I will keep this always, as a reminder of our bond. Come here..."

Johnny pulled her into a tender embrace, stroking her hair.

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(I will create a drawing for this in another moment probably. I was having a rol with an AI and took this idea from there, in fact I took some JC dialogues from there. I don't consider myself a good writer but I like writing random stuff :D)

Characters:

Araceli Cage (my OC)

Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat)

Mortal Kombat (c) Netherrealm Studios / WB / Midway before

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

A great mountain range. Buildings that were easily centuries old. The long, cold reach of the Void. Adam could see it all as easily as if it were standing in front of him. He didn't seem to have a choice whether he wanted to see these images or not. They were darkness and beauty, strength and fear, each seared into his brain with one word tying them all together.

Theo.

"So hey, sorry if I'm interrupting your private moping time. Dad wanted me to check on you. I don't see the point since it's basically been a prison here since You-know-who left. What trouble could you possibly be causing? I think this is the first time in a week that I've actually seen you out of your pajamas."

Remy didn't even bother knocking on the door of the gardens. Adam had locked himself inside them for the past week, attempting to meditate or something equally as pointless. Mediation wouldn't heal her brother or make him talk to her about what had happened between him and Theo. She was his twin sister, though, and that made it her duty to get him back to the person he'd been before the incident. At the very least, she would get him out of this one room and socializing again.

"You can say his name, Remy. Theo is my boyfriend...or he was." He paused to consider his words carefully. "I don't know. Either way, saying his name isn't going to break me like Mom seems to think it will.

Says the guy hiding away from everyone to "meditate."

"I know I'm not Mom's biggest fan, but she might have a point," Remy said cautiously. "You seem...twitchy whenever he comes up. Have you heard from him at all?"

"Of course I haven't," Adam snapped, louder than he meant to reply. "Mom took our phones, remember? Wherever they sent him, I can't send any magical messages either. It's like he just disappeared off the face of the earth! I don't even know where to start looking for him."

"Do you want to find him?" Remy asked quietly, truly curious about the answer. "It's okay if you don't. I'd understand. No judgment here. With your condition, I'd be pissed too."

"My condition," Adam repeated bitterly. "You don't even know the half of it. No one does."

"Does Theo? Mom threw a fit about you two being connected, and I'm guessing that that's why things got so bad when everything happened. Can't you just sense him?"

"No, that's the problem," Adam sighed. "No matter how hard I try, he's just...gone. It's not like we were connected strongly or anything like that, but I should be able to feel something about where he is. Instead, there's just silence."

He's lying. I don't know about what, but he's lying. He's easier to read than a book. But he's lying for a reason. If I don't press it, maybe he'll tell me in his own time.

"Hey, he'll come back," Remy promised, hugging her brother tightly. "Whether I have to track him down for you myself. Elowen and I will have him back in an afternoon."

"Yeah, thanks. I don't think I'll need you two though."

"So you two are over," Remy gasped, trying to remain playful before he shut down again. "There are lots of other people here who would be happy to date you. Some of which, Mom might actually approve of."

"We're not over!" Adam snapped. "Not officially. We'd have to have a conversation for that to happen, and no one will tell me where he is!"

Remy rolled her eyes and grabbed her brother's hand, dragging him with her to the ground. He tried to wriggle away from her, but Remy was stronger.

"Nope. We're having twin time now," she insisted. "Just like when we were kids. You and I are going to talk this out. I'm sick of your moodiness, and I can't tell if I'm supposed to be rooting for Theo to come back or if I should be setting him on fire for hurting you. So spill."

"We're not little kids anymore. Just leave me alone."

"Not going to happen. If you won't talk to me, then I'm going to be forced to call Elowen and Bronwen in as reinforcement. I'm sure you can remember how powerful your sisters are when we fight together."

"How can I forget?" Adam groaned. "If Theo wasn't so strong, you three would have made my life miserable." He smiled fondly before he caught himself. It was hard to separate his childhood memories from thoughts of Theo. They'd been friends since Theo started at the academy and had been inseparable for years. There was no way of thinking about his past without being reminded of Theo. He just wasn't sure if his future would be the same way.

"Look, it's complicated," Adam said at last. "I love Theo, but...people have been warning me about him for awhile now. He's this kind, funny, loyal person who loves me with the intensity of the sun. But he's also a dangerous, reckless being with so much power that deities monitor him. I love him, but he's like fire. The closer I get to him, the more I get burned. I just don't want to get burned again, Remy. I don't want to hold him back from his potential either, though. He can do things I've never seen someone do and with ease. He might be better off without me."

"If you love him, it shouldn't matter," Remy insisted. "You've known for forever about Theo being unstable and you've never cared before."

"I never thought he'd hurt me like this before!" Adam snapped angrily. "He promised me that he'd protect me, not scar my face and leave me for dead."

Remy paused, unsure of what to say.

"I was there when everything happened, Adam. I saw the look on his face. He was desperate to save you. I mean, the two of you are usually nauseatingly cute together, but this was different. He was going against his own self interests to protect you, Adam. It tore him apart and he still did it. They dragged Theo out of here on a stretcher just like you, and he's not complaining. All he did was ask for you."

"I know, I know. That's what everyone says, but...maybe our love isn't a good idea like Mom says."

"What?! Who are you Mr. I'm Planning My Wedding at Nineteen? Did Mom bewitch you with one of her spells, or did you really hit your head that hard when you fell?"

"It's not like that," Adam mumbled quietly. "It's just common sense. You know that Theo and I have...been intimate lately?" He continued when Remy nodded. "This whole thing stems from that. Theo can't handle the emotions or the increased connection between us. He went off because of me, because of my desire to be close to him. I'm too dangerous for him and he's too dangerous for me. We just end up hurting each other."

"Hmm, fair," Remy conceded. "That makes some kind of sense. I've never had that problem, but I do tend to stay away from demons. Too much drama involved."

"He...he changed me, Remy," Adam admitted quietly.

"Well, yeah, you've been friends forever, of course you're going to change each other's lives."

"No, I mean that he changed me. That day. Why do you think that I spend most of my time here, trying to meditate? It's not for fun."

"I don't know what you're talking about. No one does when you're that cryptic. If you're going to break up with Theo, then you should at least come hang out with some of my friends. Get out there, see what the world outside of Theo looks like before you make your decision."

"I'm not sure if I want to break up with him. I just need some time. I want him to know what he's done and I need to know how he feels too. I want him to see this and ask him what he's going to do about it."

Adam gestured to his cheek, where a dark scar remained. Remy had helped her father try to reduce the supernatural scarring on Adam's face, but a corner of it refused to leave. His eyes were still red and bloodshot from the spell that had twisted the small amount of demonic DNA in his system.

"A deity told me that we have demon ancestors," he continued. "That Mom's side of the family came from Pleasantview demons."

"That's the first I'm hearing about this. Though it does make sense that Mom is slightly demonic. It explains some things." When Adam didn't laugh at her joke, Remy scowled. "Where on earth did you run into a god? Don't they have anything better to do than spill family secrets?"

"She was warning me about Theo. I...I think when the incident happened, our connection latched on to any dormant demon genes I have and went crazy trying to give him their power. I don't have a dark form, Remy, but Theo's energy twisted me into something that looked like one. They had to fix my skull with magic. They had to fix my skull, Remy. Our connection tore demonic energy I barely had and gave it to Theo. It scraped everything I had and...and he just took it."

"That's not something Theo did purposely though," Remy said softly. "He can't control himself. That's why they sent him away to demon boot camp. He would never choose to hurt you, that should be obvious."

"What if I can never sleep with him again?" Adam demanded, his voice betraying how close to sobbing he truly was. "What if even kissing him makes...makes all of that happen again? I can't trust that it won't happen again. He sometimes goes off without any obvious trigger, how will I know how to avoid it? If being with me makes Theo lose control of himself, then I don't think I can take that risk anymore. Next time I might die."

Remy kicked her brother in his shin, making him yelp.

"He's going to boot camp, Adam. When he does come back, he's going to know how to control himself. Do you really think Mom and Dad are going to let him come back here if there's a chance that you'll be in danger? No way. You're being stupid. Give me some time, I'll find a way to talk to your dumb boyfriend and get this sorted out. Life's too short to mope over something that can be changed."

"The scar's not the only change," Adam insisted, still looking like he was about to cry at any second. "The meditations are supposed to be controlling this." He flicked his wrist, releasing a purple haze that oozed from his skin. "Let me show you something."

Without another word, Adam rose from his seat on the floor and gestured for his twin to follow him.

"Well, this should be good."

Adam's pace was slow, but determined. There was still some physical damage from the incident that was slowly healing and Remy noticed that her brother was limping slightly. If it did turn out that Theo had caused all of this on on purpose, there was going to be hell to pay.

But it was an accident, she reminded herself, taking a deep breath to let go of the anger. Theo was just too dumb to handle a Darktide in the bedroom, like so many of Remy's past hookups.

He's just an idiot with no self-control. He didn't do this on purpose. You don't have to murder him for touching your brother.

"Are you okay with walking this far? I can teleport you wherever we're going."

"I'm fine. We're here anyway." He gestured to the expensive telescope that students used to calculate moon phases and chart astrology. "Watch that telescope."

"For what? It's just sitting there. Are you sure you don't want me to get a chair for you or something? Should I get Dad?"

"Dad already knows about this," Adam replied, intensifying his stare at the telescope and holding his hands in a magical stance. "You can't tell anyone else about this, Dad's trying to find someone to help with this, but people wouldn't understand if they saw what happened to me."

He flicked his hand again, and released more of that purple haze as he did so. When he moved his arm, Remy could see the telescope shimmer slightly, and then immediately surrender itself to a sudden rip in the atmosphere. The Void consumed the light around the object, wrapping itself around it so tightly that the two seemed fused together.

"Oh my god, Adam! You've actually become interesting!"

"Thanks," Adam replied angrily. "I'd like to think that I already was interesting before all of this."

Remy scoffed, still staring at the flashing telescope with wonder.

"So you can what? Attack people with the Void? Open portals just like Theo?"

Adam shrugged, flicking his wrist again as he did. Immediately, the tear in the atmosphere reappeared and began to rip the pieces of Void from the the telescope. Within a blink of an eye, the telescope was back to its old appearance, completely Void free.

"I don't know what it is," Adam confessed. "Dad thinks that Theo regenerated some of my DNA to work like a demon's would. Between trying to force a dark form and being able to touch the Void, my body is different now. It responds like a really weak demon hybrid might. A really weak hybrid. I can't do half the things an infant hybrid could, but-"

"But you're more resistant to Theo's demonic magic, just like you both wanted," Remy guessed. "You don't have a lot of cool powers from this, but you should be able to handle more demonic energy than before. You can help ground him if he goes off in the future. Maybe it could keep Theo grounded and balanced when you two are in the bedroom."

"Remy, stop!" Adam shouted. "I don't want to be changed so that I can make Theo feel better about himself or be his backup plan when he's about to have an incident. I want to be me, just like I was! I love a hybrid, but I don't want to become the pale shadow of one. I don't exist to make Theo's life easier."

"Okay, fair," Remy conceded. "But do you know what I could do with that much power? Lots of fun things."

"I also don't exist to make your life interesting, Rem. God only knows what you would do with access to the Void. Probably end up in the same place as Theo."

Remy laughed at the thought.

"Yeah, probably. Maybe that's how I'll find him for you. I'll get Mom to send me to demon military school."

Adam's knee buckled from standing too long and his sister rushed to his side even as he was pushing her away.

"Okay, well I think that's enough demon magic for today," she declared. "Now that you're out of your moping room, let's get you something to eat. You can't say no when you're leaning on me to walk."

Adam scowled, but didn't resist. He was a little hungry and it would be a welcome change from ruminating on what had happened all day like he'd been doing lately.

"Okay, fine. You win."

[larabiatasstuff]

Hi!! I loved your sweet tooth and y/n fics, and I NEED MORE OMG. I was wondering if you could do a male y/n and sweet tooth fic? Maybe the two get caught in a vultures nest on a little food scouting and have to fight tooth and nail to get out, y'know? Sorry, I've never done a request before, so I'm kinda jumping from thing to thing, lol😭

First of all thank you so much for your lovely words 🫶🏻There is no need to be nervous, feel free to send asks even if they're chaotic I try my best to make something out of it. It's the first time writing a male reader so bear with me. The only thing I need to let you know is that I'm going to write them platonic, as friends. Not because I don't like it I just couldn't write it enjoyable. I hope that's okay and you enjoy the story🖤

"And you're a hundred percent sure that this place is untouched? I swear if you lure me into an ambush..." I rolled my eyes at this "You really think I would risk you holding a grudge against me? I might be stupid sometimes but I don't have a death wish." Sweet Tooth chuckled "Good because if you try something stupid... I'd make sure that nobody absolutely nobody would be able to identify you not even your own mommy got it? ." Sweet Tooth asked almost growling. "Got it" "Good, good I knew you're a clever guy." he laughed patting my back. Before I met Sweet Tooth I was in a scavenger group everything was great until they wanted me to bring a sacrifice, someone they could kill and... well eat. That was way too much for me so I left but thanks to them I now knew spots were we could find supplies and food. The place was a little bit outside basically in the middle of nowhere. Another thirty minutes went by until we reached the place. It was an abandoned prepper base. "That's it. That's the place." I said pointing at the building. "Mhhh it's bigger than I thought. Okay let's get out and look what we can find." I nodded and jumped out of the truck. Sweet Tooth opened the back door of his truck getting his machete. I took my shotgun and he closed the door again.

"Sooo since you're familiar with the surroundings I'd say you lead the way." I nodded and started walking. "Not many people know about this place so the chances are pretty high that we find some good stuff" I said. Sweet Tooth was walking behind me carefully scanning the building and possible hiding spots. He didn't answer me he just grunted in response. I opened the door and we entered the huge building. It was pretty chaotic but there were still supplies on the shelves and in some boxes. "What do you think? Should we split up?" I asked looking at Sweet Tooth. He thought for a moment before he was spoke up. "No I think we should stick together in case we get unexpected visitors." "Yeah you're right okay let's see what we can find." With that we searched the room for some cans of food, water bottles and medication. I was walking into the next room when I suddenly heard footsteps, it couldn't be Sweet Tooth's footsteps they were to fast. I went back to the other room and my blood froze. "Well, well, we'll did you finally decide to bring your sacrifice Y/N. I must say I'm impressed he's a very... Special specimen." I looked around the room Jack and his men had us surrounded there was no way they would let us go without a fight. Then my eyes landed on Sweet Tooth" Oh you little shit. I knew it... I knew I couldn't trust you!!! " he yelled." No Sweet Tooth it's not how it looks like... "." Oh it's not? You obviously know him and his goons. " " Yeah, yeah I know them but please you have to believe me I have nothing to do with them. " " Prove it! " he said growling at me. I looked at him our eyes meeting for a moment. I nodded" On three? " I asked." On three! " Sweet Tooth echoed. Jack and his men got nervous." Whatever you have in mind you two won't leave this place alive. " he said and I could tell he had a hard time keeping his voice steady. " One... " I said getting in fighting stance. "Two..." Sweet Tooth said rolling his shoulders. "Three..." we said in unison and started attacking them.

They out numbered us but Sweet Tooth fought for three and he showed no mercy slashing Jack's men to pieces. Jack tried to run away but Sweet Tooth blocked the door with his huge form. "Where do you think you're going Jacky? The party isn't over yet." he said tilting his head putting his bloody machete on his shoulder. Jack turned his attention to me, sweat on his forehead. "Y/N... my friend this... this was a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding? Hmm you know Jack it didn't sound like a misunderstanding it sounded like... Ah help me Sweet Tooth I don't remember the word." "A threat, it sounded like a threat." he responded. Jack got more and more nervous falling on to his knees before me. "Please Y/N... please have mercy I promise I won't..." but he couldn't finish, Sweet Tooth swung his machete and it got stuck in Jack's head. "Pathetic." he said pulling the machete out of his head then he looked at me "Apparently you told the truth. I appreciate that." Sweet Tooth said holding his bloody hand out for me. I took it without hesitation. "Don't mention it, I know how this looked like. But we're good right?". "Huh? Yeah, yeah we're good. That little interruption cost us time so we should see what we need and get out of here." "Alright let's go then. Oh and Sweet Tooth I appreciate that you trust me." "Ahh it's fine let's just keep going alright?" he said patting my back again. "Yeah let's just... Keep going."

[torchickentacos]

It’s one of your ContestShipping anons ✨🌹 and just wanted to be like,,, look if you haven’t listened to the song “Stray Italian Greyhound” by Vienna Teng before 11/10 if you have a moment and want to have feelings I recommend it cause it gives me hardcore yearning Drew POV vibes like maybe Battle Frontier Era roughly,,, ?? Like the lyrics “God I just want to lay down These colors make my eyes hurt This feeling calls for everything that I am Not” and “I’m so good at shooting down any notion This tired world could change … but you had to come along didn’t you Rev up the crowd, rewrite the rule book Where do I go when every ‘no’ turns into ‘maybe’ So what do I do with this?” It gives him, it gives blorbo. It’s given me some writing Inspo for them which who knows if it’ll come of something but wanted to share in case it might make you also see shrimp colors. Thank you for running a cool blog for us for are feral for these nerds again

Oh my god, I am in love with this song. I had never heard it before, but you're SO RIGHT. It just SCREAMS Late AG Drew to me. It DEFINITELY gives me shrimp colors!!!!!

I have MANY favorite lines from this song after many listens. I took a few days to answer this because I REALLY wanted to take time to digest this song, to fully immerse myself in it and understand it, eespecially when given the context of our favorite green dude. Under cut because all of my anons just get essays at this point. I imagine that's what you're here for though!!! If you guys are anything like me, you'll read SO MANY WORDS worth of analysis and opinions on these two. Ok let's go!!!

The biggest lyric that hit me like a truck:

So what do I do with this?

This sudden burst of sunlight, and me with my umbrella

cross-indexing every weatherman's report

I was ready for the downslide but not for spring to well up

OKAY. So, the biggest thing about this to me is this: Spring and Fall. May and Drew's japanese names reference spring and fall, respectively- May, a warm sunshiney prescence and Drew, a chilly autumn breeze bringing in rain with his umbrella (but under the chilly surface sits gorgeous autumnal leaves!). And obviously, this lyric reflects the spring to his autumn, spring that he didn't account for. (I have a theory on Harley and Solidad being summer and winter or vice versa, but this isn't about them and I'm still working on it).

The next set of lyrics that got me was this one.

I've just settled into the glass half empty, made myself at home

I think this lyric fits because Drew is someone who is very comfortable within his own walls, something I reference quite often with him. He puts up walls and they are very difficult to knock down- he settles into this guarded aloofness, this careful, precarious arrogance. Which fits the above quite well-settling into and making yourself at home in a guarded cynicism.

Until someone comes along and knocks it all down. Below lyrics, fragmented.

These inconvenient fireworks / this sudden burst of sunlight / a love that won't sit still.

GOSH anon your mind. it is large. May is this bright spot, this loud firework of heart-on-her-sleeve emotions, this juxtaposition to his cool and calm disposition. tv tropes red blue character symbolism and all that. She's that sun to his clouds, the wrecking ball to the walls he put up so carefully, knocking them over as if they were but dominoes precariously stacked. GOSH I think this song is perfect for him tbh.

Anyways, you have added another song to my contestshipping playlist. as if it needed another. but here we go ALSO GUYS SHARE YOUR CONTEST PLAYLISTS AND OTHER SONGS WITH ME I LOVE DOING THIS STUFF SO MUCH. I love that I ask you guys to send me anons and you actually do!!! I have a LOT of inbox activity for a blog my size and it fills me with SUCH joy, genuinely.

[parttimepuff]

Sure hope king dedede doesn’t choose to call meggolor at a very

inconvenient time~

Magolor squinted. "Are you, trying to summon him or-" He started, before his phone began to ring and he yelped at the noise. Beep zipped behind her father, spooked, too. Trying to be the anchor for them again, the Dream Fae spoke up "Wait, it could be someone else-" Reverie began as the Halcandran pulled out his phone and checked who was calling. "No, it's him." He breathed, the Dream Fae managing to squeak "A".

With him thrown off, this left Lor to be a more reliable anchor. "Okay, maybe he’s just checking on you? You were a little hard to get ahold of the past couple days>" She pointed out, though it seemed to worry Beep even more. "Did we get Wiz in trouble?" The Matter whispered, afraid that she'd messed up. This was enough to give the Halcandran a semblance of composure. "N-no, I'm sure it's fine!" Magolor assured her. "Yeah, but, answer it soon before he thinks it's too long." Reverie added, gesturing to the phone like it was going to explode.

"Right!! Hoo, ok." Magolor exhaled. The rest fell silent in anticipation of how the call would go as he straightened up and got ready to lie through his teeth. "Ah, hello, your majesty! Calling to check up on construction? No..? Then, uh, what… Some questions? O-of course, anything you need to know!" The Halcandran obliged, his cheerful facade almost convincing to everyone in the room. "Questions?>" Lor asked, her volume lowered. "What kinda questions-" Beep added on in hushed tone. Her fellow Matter could only give everyone a worried expression. "Rumors? That's, not exactly anything new about me- …serious ones? I can promise you that I haven't been 'up to my old tricks' or anything of that sort, I could show you security footage-" Magolor offered, hoping he wouldn't have to follow up on it. Lor began scrubbing the day's footage, just in case. "…h-huh? Why would, that doesn't even make sense? Why would I know, anything about Dark Matters?" He questioned, sounding confused and concerned. Beep seemed to shrink, understanding what was going on.

"…right, it is a, very serious accusation, I understand that. Yes, I see why you're checking in. But really, I've already messed with something powerful and dealt with the consequences, why would I ever try that again?" Magolor explained, thoroughly genuine in the sentiment, though not in the context. "…that's fair. I have space in my schedule for tomor- Wh-no, of course I'd make space for you even if I was busy! Honestly…" He shook his head. The king still messed with him, even during a call like this.

"Then, 8:30 sharp? Alright, I'll be up bright and early, then. …yes, I've been working on sleep. Ok, see you tomorrow." Finishing the conversation, Magolor hung up and promptly flopped onto the floor back-first. Carefully, Beep approached him. "Wiz, are you in trouble?" She echoed her previous worry. "Not yet… Uh, you guys'll need to leave before tomorrow, sorry..." He apologized, emotionally exhausted.

Her eye welled up. "Forever?" Beep quietly asked, prompting Lor to step in. "It could have gone worse. I think the king just wants to talk, that’s all. Although… if they’re spreading that kind of rumor, it may be a little bit before you all can visit again…>" She conceded, as much as she wanted to assuage the girl's worries entirely. "Yeah… I don't want either of us getting caught. But, I'll still talk to you through the hive mind until then." Magolor promised, his expression saddening. "I'm, still sorry, though… I wanted to hang out more, too."

Pushing aside her worries, the Matter spoke up again. "We can hang out later! Besides, Deeds is cool, y-you’ll be okay!" Beep insisted, taking one of his hands in hers. "…okay?" He paused, looking at her, before squeezing her hand. "O-ok. You're right. One day, I… I really think we'll be able to tell him, at least about you guys." Magolor hoped, making her smile. "We can do it together. Lucky though, I wanna go see the castle, and Dedede." She lamented. "Just… be careful okay? And if something happens tell me and I’ll, I’ll come save you."

"We can… And, I will be, promise." Magolor agreed, rising up from the floor. "Starting to sound like me, isn’t she, Mags?>" Lor teased. "She is, ha! I'm, glad that you care about me that much." He expressed. Beep was quick to pull him into a teary hug and he was just as quick to return it.

[avocado-frog]

Dahlia. 3

Chapter rating: T Word count: 3,000 Title: 6/5/2020 Warnings: None i think (i always worry that i've missed something) Summary: One year, two months later.

Sam could hardly stand the park.

He sat on warm grass, his fingers pressed into the soil, leaning back on his arms. an orange basketball rested in his lap. The sun shined down on him through trees and light, warm wind. In the distance, a group of kids chased each other around on the basketball court, no longer playing their game, since Sam had the ball.

The basketball court was behind the playground, but didn't destruct the meadow to the left of the park, or the garden to the right. Sam was sitting in the shade of one of the trees where the garden was. He didn't like the garden.

One year, two months ago, Ryan left ten minutes after Jaxon did. Sam had gone to find him, when neither he nor Jaxon came home after two hours. By that point, Leo had driven off to visit a friend. Sam had seen Jaxon leaning against the fountain, awake, but hurt. He had a broken hand, a concussion, and a broken rib, along with a couple of cuts and bruises. Ryan wasn't there when Sam tried to find him. And then, Leo didn't come back.

Sam leaned forward, folding his arms over his basketball, resting his chin on the textured rubber. Footsteps approached him, speeding through the recently-cut grass.

Sam glanced up, and one of his friends- Rowan, he met him a few weeks before- knelt down on the grass in front of him.

"Hey!" Rowan smiled, and poked Sam's shoulder. He adjusted his gold glasses with his thumb, the fingernail wrapped in a blue bandage. Remnants of paint splatters stained his arms. "You okay? You looked like you spaced out for a second."

"Hm?" Sam sat up. "No, I'm okay. Are you guys finished?"

"Ah, I don't know. The others wanted me to get some snacks from the gas station. Want something?"

Sam shrugged. Rowan nodded and stood up, and held out an arm. Sam stood up.

"You can come with, if you don't wanna be alone with the others just yet," Rowan offered, and Sam smiled a little.

He didn't know the other three very well, having only met them that day. They were all much older, the oldest one was twenty, Rowan was the youngest, fifteen. Sam was twelve. He always managed to be one of the youngest ones in any of his friend groups.

Sam left the basketball on the grass, assuming the others weren't going to take it, and followed Rowan. Past the garden, to the sidewalk. The convenience store was on the lowest floor of a large group of buildings by the bus depot. It wasn't too far from Sam's house. He went down there for snacks often.

"Have either of your siblings answered?" Rowan asked carefully. He knew about Leo and Ryan's disappearance, after Sam had accidentally let it slip.

"No..." Sam mumbled, frowning a little. He called Leo and Ryan both every night as often as he could, hoping one of them would respond. They never did.

"Hm." Rowan hummed flatly. "I'm sure they will eventually. Don't worry."

"Yeah..." Sam nodded to himself. They turned the corner to the convenience store. "My cousin should be coming back from college soon."

A change in topic was welcome, though it still felt odd referring to Logan as his cousin. He left four months ago, he hadn't been able to visit yet.

Sam could tell Rowan that his sister got in a fight with his cousin (Jaxon) and that she took his brother and left. Sam wore a set of fingerless gloves to hide the mark on the back of his hands. He told Rowan that his eyes were amber and not gold and that people always got confused about it, he blatantly denied having any sort of magic, denied knowing anyone with magic, the labs, denied all of it. It felt like a betrayal, but Rowan didn't need to know.

To Rowan, Sam and his brothers had lost their mother at the age of five, lived in foster care for the following five years, and got adopted by their cousin, Logan, at the age of ten, when they met their older sisters, and the other kids there.

Sam wandered around the small building, weaving through steel aisles of chips and pretzels and the refrigerators with soda and coffee. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, but Rowan had a sticky note with a list of what the others wanted.

-

The basketball pounded against asphalt. The sound of children's loud, excited screaming pierced the air of the park. A family of cardinals chirped in a nearby tree. Sam nearly screamed when the basketball was thrown into his hands.

He looked up; a group of older boys, twice his age and triple his height, the youngest being fifteen, the oldest nearly twenty. He was amazed that they had let him play, but the fifteen year old had seen him after school. He was good, the boy had told his friends, and so Sam accepted their challenge, and landed himself in a one-on-four with the other kids.

Sam skidded to the basket, and nearly tripped over his own shoelaces. He could've played any other sport, he had joined three the minute he started going back to school, sometime after Leo left. It was easy to forget about that when he was trying to beat a group of teenagers at the age of twelve.

It was the perfect distraction. On days when he had afterschool games, with the amount of sports he had joined, almost every day, he got to stay for an extra hour and a half, which then meant he could go home, eat his food as quick as possible, and go to bed. He didn't have to talk to anyone on good days. Those days were Wednesdays, when he had both track and basketball. Those days, he genuinely was too exhausted to do anything else.

"You're not bad, kid," Jonquil said, he sat down on the grass. He was the oldest, if Sam remembered right, though he was still a few years younger than Logan. Sam watched in astonishment as the boy opened the water and chugged it, finally crumpling the plastic in his hand and tossing it in the grass. "How long have you been playing?"

Sam shrugged, and struggled to get his candy open. Rowan smiled, taking it from him, and ripping it open easily, handing it back to him.

"A year and a half, I think? My sister's-" Sam paused. What should he refer Lily to? She wasn't exactly his sister, but she could technically be his cousin, since Jaxon and Kai were dating, and Kai was his cousin. He would go with cousin, for now, though he wouldn't call Lily that to her face, no matter how many times she called him her cousin. "...My cousin taught me a while ago."

"Oh," Jonquil responded, still smiling. He turned back to the other two, still on the court, and shouted at them, told them to hurry up and finish. "Invite your cousin over, sometime."

Sam shrugged, stomach twisting a bit. Whether Lily would want to do that was a gamble. Lily of before would. He barely saw her anymore. "Maybe. She's really busy."

With that final thought, he turned back to Caspian and Stefan. Caspian was winning, five-to-three, even though Stefan was taller than him. Caspian seemed faster.

Rowan's timer buzzed again, startling him a bit. The older boys came running back, hair stuck to their foreheads, breathing heavily. Jonquil sighed heavily at the sight of them, but turned back to Sam.

"You heading home?"

Sam noticed belatedly that the sun was setting, the sky a bright red and dark orange. It was getting dark. Lily would freak out if he was too late. If she noticed. "Yeah, I probably should."

"Alright. Need us to walk you there? It's not exactly safe for a kid to walk alone in a city like this," someone offered, but he wasn't sure who. He was pretty sure it was Rowan, who had a softer voice than the others, but he was too busy, picking up the orange duffel bag and basketball he had brought.

"No." Sam smiled, bright and fake. Secretly, he wished he could go home with one of them. He'd only known them for a day, though. And he'd known the others for almost two years now. He shouldn't be dreading going home. "I'll be fine. It's just down the street."

"If you're sure." Rowan shrugged, and patted his head in a gesture that felt familiar. "We'll see you tomorrow? Same time."

Sam felt his face brighten, feeling lighter. Another distraction. It was harder to find in the summer. "Yeah! I'll see you then."

The others nodded at him, smiling, as they turned the other direction, laughing loudly at each other. Sam's smile faded, as he shifted the duffel bag over one shoulder, pulling on the strap, and began his journey home.

He crossed the sidewalk, dug his foot into a drying puddle; it'd rained the day before, and tried to make a footprint with what little water was left.

He glanced up, icy fear digging in his stomach. Leo's car still wasn't there. Leo still wouldn't come back. How long had it been now?

...He was pretty sure he lost track after the third month.

Sam's fist hovered above the door. Should he knock? Would it matter? He shook his head, arm dropping limply to his side. He dug the key out of his bag, in a hidden pocket where he wouldn't lose it, and quietly unlocked the door.

He knew the sight he would be met with when he opened the door, but it was okay to pretend. Maybe, today was the day Leo and Ryan came back. Her car broke down, so she had to take the bus. Maybe, she found the others on the way back, and so they were home, too. Logan didn't call him to let him know so it would be a surprise. They were all waiting in the living room for him.

Sam pushed the door open, pausing at the sound of the TV playing a movie. Normally, the other three didn't stay downstairs for very long. Sam was used to going back home and finding the house silent, so this was new.

He closed the door quietly, sliding his shoes off, setting his bag on the floor. He wrung his hands together, shuffling towards the couch.

Jaxon was there, sitting on the couch with his chin resting on his knees and his arms folded around his ankles, staring at the screen. Black hair hung loosely over his eyes, he didn't seem to hear Sam. At least, he wasn't acknowledging him.

Sam stared at him for a moment, sighed to himself, and held onto the railing as he walked back up the stairs, turning the corner to his room.

His room, the guest room he had stayed in while Ryan wouldn't leave his, was the room he decided to keep as his. It had been two months over a year since his siblings disappeared, and Sam still hadn't had the time to get his stuff from his room, or go anywhere near that room, or go anywhere near Leo's room. Or Cass's. Or Logan's. Or Elliot's. Or the attic. Sam spent most of his time in his or Lily's room, actually. If he absolutely had to be in the house.

He sat on the floor, against his bed, with an orange blanket draped over his head. He stared at his phone, scrolling through his list of contacts. Out of all of them, he was the only one who consistently attempted to keep in contact with the others. Even if Jaxon ignored him, or if Leo and Ryan wouldn't respond, or if Logan was busy.

He always called Cass first, because she never ignored her phone, and they could have an actual conversation. Cass was pleasant to talk to, and he got to talk to his cousins, as a bonus.

Sam dialed his sister's number, and waited. She answered fast, along with Kai and Marcy. They kept the conversation relatively light, (Cass did ask if they got any news about Elliot. She stopped asking about Leo and Ryan a few months ago.) Cass asked how his last day of school had been, and Sam pretended like he hadn't skipped it with Rowan and the others today.

Cass, after thirty minutes, told him that dinner was ready, that she would talk to him tomorrow, and hung up.

Cass left six months after Leo did, a couple of days after her birthday in October, when Elliot wasn't getting any better, when Jaxon still had panic attacks just looking at her (the downside of being the identical twin of a girl who could have killed him if he hit his head a little harder), when Ryan and Leo still hadn't come back. She said it was for a few weeks, just so that Jaxon wouldn't have to hide from her, it was for his recovery. And then, a few weeks passed, and she just... stayed in Maine with her cousins.

Sam almost went with her. He almost went with her. But, if his siblings came back, they would go to Logan's house, not Kai's. If Elliot woke up, or if something happened to him, it would happen at Logan's house, not Kai's. And Elliot needed to stay at Logan's. Dylan's magic was the only thing keeping him alive, and Sam suspected that it was the only reason Dylan hadn't left, too. Where they would go, Sam wasn't sure.

Logan next. It was a gamble, whether he would talk for very long or not. He'd always answer, but he was a fourth year college student, he didn't have time to do anything other than homework and going to classes. Again, Logan asked how he was doing, how Elliot was doing, and whether Leo or Ryan answered yet. Logan said he would be coming home soon, and then said he had to write some essay, and hung up.

Logan left two months after Cass, in December. It was when his college classes started, and he lived two hours away from his school, so he opted to stay in a dorm. Out of everyone, Sam had expected Logan to leave the most. He had been talking about finishing college for a long time now, it had simply been a matter of time. But Dylan was still upset about it, especially since Logan never visited.

Sam held his breath. Anxiety pricked his stomach. He hit Leo's name in his phone.

It rang exactly four times, before Leo declined the call. That was the only way Sam knew she was still alive, she would decline the calls, instead of letting them go to voicemail. It was still disheartening.

Sam remembered the last time he saw his sister, when Ryan said that Leo took him and Dylan to an aquarium, that she bought them both stuff from the gift shop, which she never did. Ryan said that he thought she was acting off that day. He knew her leaving was planned, but he didn't think Ryan planned on leaving, or that she planned on fighting Jaxon.

Now of course, nobody knew for sure that she got in a fight with Jaxon. The day Logan and Sam and Dylan stayed up late waiting for them to come home, when only Jaxon ever did, when he collapsed at the front door, he had a concussion, and a broken rib, and two broken fingers, and nobody knew how. Logan asked, and Jaxon never answered. Nobody knew for sure that they fought, but it was easy to assume.

The way he wouldn't talk about Leo, the way he screamed when he ran into Cass the next morning, the panic attacks he got seeing Cass, or walking to the park, or seeing the park out the window, everyone knew what happened.

Ryan, unlike Leo, let the calls go to voicemail, but Sam called him every night regardless. He left a voicemail, told him of any updates regarding their brother, asked him whether he was with Leo or not, asked if he was okay. He didn't know if Ryan listened to the voicemails or not, but if he did, Sam would be a little embarrassed. He used his brother's voicemail as a journal of sorts.

There were four things nobody knew. If Ryan had gone with Leo on his own accord, if he saw Jaxon and Leo's fight, got scared, and ran away, if he was found by a member of one of the labs, or if Leo took him.

Sam didn't believe the last two. Best-case scenario, he was with Leo, completely of his own free will, and safe. Worst-case, he was in the lab somewhere, by himself. Sam refused to believe that Leo would take him. No matter what Lily tried to say, no matter what Cass said Leo used to be like, Leo wouldn't hurt him.

Leo would have left Jaxon wherever he was, walking towards where Ryan stood. After that, Sam wasn't sure. It was likely that Ryan was afraid of their sister, and ran off before she could get too close. Maybe Leo grabbed him by the arm, and maybe she didn't want anyone to know what happened, and maybe she took him with her. Or maybe, she ignored him as she walked past, maybe Ryan ran after her instead, begging to go with her. Either way, Sam didn't like the outcome.

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A small, black cat weaved through Ryan's ankles as he tried to walk down the sidewalk, the weight of a plastic bag heavy in his hand.

The cat had been following him around for a few months now, Ryan had named it Bagel. He gave it a strawberry one day, and it hadn't left him alone since. Not that he minded, of course. He liked the cat.

The sidewalk never failed to startle him with how empty it was. Even if it had been over a year now, he was still used to the city, with the overwhelming crowds, bright lights, loud sounds. The quiet, small, practically abandoned town was a welcome change, if not a little lonely.

There was a grocery store, where the windows had been spray painted pink and lime green, and had been smashed with a car. The man who worked there was in his late seventies, named Gregory. There was a gas station, owned by Linda and Megan, and a bakery, owned by Owen. A pharmacy owned by Alicia and David, and two kids his age, Linda and Megan's kids, Ashlynn and Makayla. He didn't talk to them, despite the girl's efforts to be friends. They had a few houses, and a park. That was all, really. There was a town nearby with more things.

Ryan sighed to himself, picking his cat up with his free arm. Weird cat anatomy allowed the cat to flop it's body around his arm, and remain comfortable, purring against his wrist.

The town, somewhere in Massachusetts, away from New Hampshire by a few hours, consisted of a total of ten people. That included himself and Leo.

Ryan didn't particularly like going to the store. Usually, Leo didn't make him go alone, but she was busy today, and they needed food. The store- with only ten people in the town- was going out of business fast, so Ryan got most things at half the price.

The man at the cash register, the owner of the store, was nice to the other people there, or so Ryan had seen on the off chance he encountered someone at the same time as him. But as soon as he and Leo got there, the man's demeanor changed. Ryan didn't know why. Leo said that he may have seen the mark on Ryan's hand. He knew they were magic, that was why. Leo said not to pay attention to him.

Leo wasn't staying in one of the small houses like the other residents were, she had said that they were full of asbestos or some shit, (paraphrasing) and instead chose to stay in the old, abandoned elementary school.

Ryan approached the, admittedly quite sad, building. It was only one-story tall, had a gym, cafeteria, and twenty-four classrooms. Leo had taken a second-grade science classroom, while Ryan used a kindergarten room.

He pushed the glass doors open with the hand holding the bag. The cat squirmed out of his arm, scurrying inside the building.

"Leo?" Ryan called out softly. Leo glanced at him from a lunch table near the door, waving with one hand. "I'm back."

"Hey," Leo greeted. Ryan set the grocery bag on the table, sitting across from his sister. "How was Greg?"

"He didn't say anything. He just told me to pay, and left me alone."

"Good." Leo slid him his phone from across the table. "I fixed your phone, by the way. Your brother called."

Somehow, the SD card came out of the phone, but Leo had managed to find a replacement. Losing the SD card meant that he didn't get any internet, he couldn't take calls. But he knew Sam called him everyday, because he called Leo everyday.

"He called you, too?"

"Yeah."

"You should answer him." Ryan thought of some of the voicemails Sam would leave. He felt bad for never responding. If Sam asked where he was, he wasn't sure how he could respond.

"You should respond to him." Leo dug through the plastic grocery bag. "You know what else you should do?"

"Don't say it..."

"Go home," Leo glared at him pointedly. "Remember what Sam's voicemail said that one time? That Lily thinks I kidnapped you, or some shit? If anything, you kidnapped me. You have to go home."

"Are you going to come?"

"Probably not."

The only thing that kept him staying in that town was his sister. He wanted to go home more than anything else. Leo was going to stay. He didn't want to leave her alone.

"I'm staying here."

[charley-and-the-swap-machine]

CATSM: RE-INK'D (Chapter 3: Part 1)

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The Voice Of Henry Stein

Only two weeks into this company, and already it's gotten interesting.

Joey is a man of ideas, and only ideas.

When I agreed to start this whole thing with him, I thought there'd be a little more give and take.

Instead I give, and he takes. I haven't even seen Linda for days now.

Still, someone has to make this happen. When in doubt, just keep drawing, Henry.

On the plus side, I got a new character I think people are going to love.

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Above all else, Henry hoped this was a dream.

He was hoping that Joey ended up forgetting he existed, and he never got that stupid letter in the mail.

He was hoping that he didn't really see a corpse, a monster, several more smaller monsters, ANOTHER dead body, and some drug addict cultist.

And he was especially hoping that he didn't just meet one of the people who was supposed to be one of the corpses from earlier.

Yes, when he woke up, he would be back home, in his bed, with his wife and daughter waiting for him......

...

Henry opened his eyes, and saw the exact opposite of that.

"....Well, shit. This is real. Okay. Cool. Mhm. Yep. Nnnnnnot distressing at all."

He sat up and rubbed his forehead, taking in his new surroundings once more. He was sitting on a cot of some sort- Why does Joey even need a cot?- in a small room. A hammock hung in one part of the room, and when he looked to his left, he was greeted by one of the posters he saw before. 'Sailor Sillies'. Now that one I remember.

He got up and made him way out of the room, going to the end of the hallway and looking to his right.

There, at a table, sat Barley. He was leaned over and staring off into the distance, barely noticing Henry as he walked into the area.

Henry grabbed the ukulele next to him, and sat down in the chair across from the sailor, making him nearly spring out of his seat upon noticing him.

"AH! Y-You're- You're awake! I-"

"What, you thought I died?"

"N-NO! Of course not..." He looked away for a minute. "...Well, maybe I did, a little bit...."

"Well, I did pass out in front of you, so I guess I can't blame you."

Henry leaned back and strummed a few sour notes. "This thing's tiny."

"Well, I'm not a very big...uh....'person'." Barley nodded his head to the instrument. "....Can I have it back?"

Henry handed it back to him, who carefully set it down next to him. "...I've got a million questions ever since I've walked through that studio door, and I think you can answer a few of them."

Barley looked up at Henry with a perplexed expression and pointed at himself. "M-Me??"

"You're the talking cartoon character over here."

The cartoon sighed. "I hate answering questions....Fine. What do you want?"

"First of all, let's talk about the elephant in the room. How in the hell are you here in the first place?"

Barley froze up. "....Well...I.....I don't...."

"You certainly know, with the way you're acting."

"...How do I explain this without s-sounding insane....u-uh..." His eyes darted around the room. "...All I know is that we came from, well, where we usually live. It doesn't...have all these colors.."

Henry tilted his head. "You mean like..a cartoon world?"

Barley gave a shaky sigh. "I g-guess you could say that. I don't know...how we even came here.....all I know is that these big, goopy hands came and.." He indicated a grabbing motion. "One b-by one, over t-time. First Charley, then a few weeks later, me..."

"Okay, so now I know that some weird magic shit happened, and you guys got taken into our world. Okay. But....HOW? Did Joey do some, like.....ritual?"

The sailor flinched at the word 'Joey', and was silent for a while.

"Barley? Barley, answer me. Shit, did I break you? I'm sorry, I-"

".....H-Have you ever s-seen a dead b-body?"

Henry's eyes widened. "....Ever since I got here, I've seen, like, two...don't...don't tell me..."

"...Daniel Lewek. That was his name, but he told me t-to call him...Buddy. H-He used to...talk to me...but....he's gone now. I...I don't..."

"Joey used..real people..to make you guys. Okay. Cool. What else is new." Henry sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Barley was shaking in his seat at this point. "...I..I s-saw a bit of it....o-once. S-Some lady...she...died to make....E-Edgar...J-Joey put her in th-the Machine...."

"He....what? Wait.....Edgar? He's alive too? Where is he?"

Barley buried his face in his gloved hands, despondent.

Henry got up from his seat. "Barley? I asked too much, didn't I? I..."

"....I-I just w-want them b-back......"

"What..?"

He curled up in that seat. "..Th-They're...d-different now...th-they won't t-talk to m-me....."

Henry huffed and bent down to his level. "Hey, bud, listen. How about we do each other a favor? You help me get out of here, and I'll help you get your friends back." He held out a hand for him to shake. "Okay? Promise."

The cartoon peeked through his hands, and limply shook Henry's, still covering his face with one hand. "...Okay.."

"Alright, little buddy. It's a deal. Hey, you wanna...play some cards or something? Pass the time?"

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 337: Le traître de U.A.

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all “and so in conclusion that’s how my awesome new technique works, and why I henceforth will be bringing back my iconic winter costume, voted #1 overall best hero costume three years in a row by JD Power and Associates.” Todoroki was all “I HAVE DONE IT, I HAVE MASTERED BOTH LEFT AND RIGHT, YIN AND YANG, HOT AND COLD.” Fandom was all, “well you’ve definitely mastered hot.” Hagakure was all, “so about that U.A. Traitor reveal last week.” Aoyama was all “OH MAMAN AND PAPAN, WE’RE REALLY IN IT NOW.” Aoyama’s parents were all, “WOE IS US, IF ONLY YOU HADN’T BEEN BORN QUIRKLESS FORCING US TO RUIN YOUR LIFE BY MAKING A PACT WITH THE PROVERBIAL DEVIL.” Hagakure was all “OMG AOYAMA IS THE TRAITOR, I HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE, THANK GOD DEKU IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE.” Deku was all, “(╹⌓╹).”Aoyama was all, “(⌣_⌣”) anyways yep it’s me, I’m the traitor.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Aoyama’sParents are all “[fuck around and find out].” Flashback!AFO is all, “you could not live with your failure. Where did that bring you? Back to me.” Hagakure is all “NOW THAT I AM NO LONGER NEEDED TO PLAY THE RED HERRING ROLE, HERE’S MY FACE! TA-DAH~.” Deku is all, “[immediately defeats Aoyama with NO EFFORT WHATSOEVER].” Rat Principal is all, “dammit and I was so convinced there was no traitor and Horikoshi just forgot about the plotline [looks directly at the camera].” Class 1-A is all, “well this SURE DOES SUCK.” Aoyama is all “I’M JUST GONNA SIT HERE WALLOWING IN GUILT AND DESPAIR.” Deku is all “DAMMIT AOYAMA, YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T JUST WALLOW IN GUILT AND DESPAIR RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.” Kacchan is all “so I’m just completely gay for Deku now and that’s just how it is, huh.” WSJ is all “DO YOU THINK DEKU’S WORDS WILL REACH AOYAMA?!” as if there was ever any fucking doubt lmao.

oh my GOD of all the times to cut away from a scene. hello again, villains

I love how Dabi just immediately knows that AFO is talking about a traitor at UA. way to assume. like for all you know he was talking about his book club. I wonder what books AFO likes to read. or more precisely, which books he likes to read approximately six chapters of before deciding that he’s already got the gist. “yep, bad guy’s gonna win this one too. next!” “er, well actually, Shigaraki-san -- “ “I SAID, next”

anyway so what the hell were we talking about again. oh right, the traitor being exposed. so AFO says it’s not gonna be a problem for them at all

wow, geez

blow it up?? let me ask you AFO, is there anything you don’t blow up when you’re done with it?? you have a problem man

also does this mean AFO is a smoker lol. might be time to give up the habit if so, given your current medical condition. just saying

btw I know a lot of people, myself included, are very, very happy to see Spinner comforting Tomura after everyone else basically just sat there doing diddly squat while he was writhing around in pain last week sob. you love to see it. he just might be the only actual true friend that Tomura has ever had, and that means a whole fucking lot actually. especially with that big redemption arc on the horizon

and meanwhile AFO, who unlike me doesn’t get distracted literally every two panels, is still talking about Aoyama, and is basically all, “if he dies he dies”

BUT MEANWHILE I’M JUST GONNA SIT HERE AND GO HMMM AT THIS “NEXT POSSIBLE ROUTE” LINE

HMMMM

oh god, oh shit

“a disposable life” :’) hey Horikoshi what’s up. you good, bro? you’re not actually gonna kill off any of the kids, right? even if their backstories are just screaming “tragedy waiting to happen” right now? you still wouldn’t actually do that, right? right??

LMAO IT’S ONLY BEEN A WEEK BUT I SOMEHOW FORGOT ALL ABOUT HOW BREATHTAKINGLY STUPID AOYAMA’S PARENTS ARE

RUN WHERE?? LOOK AT THIS. THEY’RE NOT EVEN LOOKING WHERE THEY’RE GOING YOU GUYS. GONNA RUN STRAIGHT INTO A TREE. DEKU NO NEED TO GIVE CHASE, JUST SIT BACK AND LET NATURAL SELECTION DO ITS THING HERE

and meanwhile Aoyama is all “yeah thinking back on it my parents were actually a whole lot more concerned about me being quirkless than I was, probably because they were raised as rich snobs with expectations of having an easy, perfect life, and weren’t about to let their quirkless son fuck all of that up”

“actually makeste, what I actually said is that they tried their best and wished for nothing but my happiness” okay listen Aoyama, you go ahead and interpret things your way, and meanwhile I’ll continue to interpret my own way over here, okay? which of us is doing this recap

“then they got an idea. an awful idea. my parents got a WONDERFUL, AWFUL idea”

oh my fucking lord I just hate them so much lol

“WE WOULD LITERALLY PREFER OUR VERY YOUNG SON TO BE IN CONSTANT PAIN FROM A QUIRK JUST SO LONG AS IT MEANS HE ACTUALLY HAS A QUIRK SO WE CAN SHOW OUR FACES IN PUBLIC AGAIN.” just wonderful, wonderful people. the best people. “with all my hardships in mind” seriously though this makes it sound like he thinks they were doing him a favor by not abandoning him for causing him so much trouble. maybe it’s just the translation, idk! but all I know is that if you ask me, these people suck

oh geez oh fuck

does he always talk like this?? Mr. and Mrs. Aoyama, you really had a wholeass conversation with a man who used those speech bubbles, and you still thought to yourselves, “yep you know what, I trust him, let’s go ahead and let him fuck around with our four-year-old’s DNA”??

jesus fucking christ. he was just a fucking kid

lolol these feelings. oh man. let me tell you. they are MIXED

because on the one hand, it really does bear repeating, THIS WAS A FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD KID?? but on the other hand, these were also HIS FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD CLASSMATES, who were nearly killed on multiple occasions, and somehow Aoyama managed to live with himself afterwards. literally the only reason Tsuyu isn’t a pile of dust right now is because Aizawa is the biggest badass of all time and nearly got his face permanently broken for his trouble. meanwhile the only reason Kacchan isn’t dead or worse (because “worse” is always on the table when you’re dealing a group that loves performing mad scientist experiments on children) is because Momo is the second biggest badass of all time, and because she and Deku and Todoroki and Kirishima didn’t fucking listen when Aoyama “this is secretly my fault but I would rather not say anything :)” Yuuga tried to talk them out of going to save him. my favorite part is when he added “we did all we could ☆” yeah thanks so much for your noble endeavors there Yuuga

anyway so yeah. definitely some conflicted feelings, and I won’t pretend otherwise. but at the end of the day I think I’m gonna focus on the fifteen-year-old kid part of it, and continue to direct the majority of my shade towards his truly appalling parental units

anyway so I apologize for that rant lol. just had to get it all out of my system. now what was this last part about luring Deku out somewhere and isolating him??

oh okay are we not gonna talk about that yet lol. more feels first

MOTHERFUCKING DANGER SENSE AHHHHH DEKU WATCH YOUR SIX

FFFFFF THEY’RE BOTH SO HORRIFIED

DEKU AS USUAL WITH NOT THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF CONCERN FOR HIS OWN WELLBEING SOB. I WONDER IF HE’S ALREADY PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER WITH WHAT HAPPENED TO NAGANT

-- OH FUCK YEAH

“I’M HERE, TOO!!” GIIIIIIIIRL

OMG. QUIRK REVEAL???

I MEAN WE PRETTY MUCH ALREADY KNEW THAT BY THIS POINT, BUT YEAH!!

FOR THAT MATTER THOUGH, SHOULDN’T AOYAMA AND DEKU ALSO KNOW THIS BY NOW LOL. WE NEVER GOT CONFIRMATION, BECAUSE WE WERE BUSY GETTING RED HERRINGED. BUT WHAT’S THEIR EXCUSE. “HAGAKURE... AH, WELL, THE THING IS... SHE’S BASICALLY JUST KINDA THERE, YOU KNOW?” OH MY GOD. NOT YOU GUYS TOO

OH MY GOD GIRL YOU TELL HIM

FUCKING THIS?? ALTHOUGH, WE LITERALLY HAVE AFO ON RECORD SAYING HE WILL TOSS AOYAMA ASIDE LIKE A USED CIGARETTE LIGHTER THE MINUTE HE SHOWS EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF DISLOYALTY THOUGH. MAN, WHY CAN’T ANYTHING EVER BE FUCKING SIMPLE LOL. WHO THE FUCK ASKED FOR ALL THIS NUANCE ANYWAY spoiler alert I did

OH MY GOD

HAGAKURE FACE REVEAL AHHHHHHHHH

SHE IS ADORABLE OMFG

ARE HER TEARS INVISIBLE TOO. I JUST REALIZED I HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT THIS. WHEN HAGAKURE CRIES DOES IT LOOK LIKE TEARS ARE JUST APPEARING OUT OF THIN AIR AND FLOATING THERE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. WHAT ABOUT WHEN SHE BLOWS HER NOSE OMG. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I’M GONNA CUT YOU OFF RIGHT THERE AND WE’RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT ANY OF THE OTHER HUMORS THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I DEEPLY REGRET GOING DOWN THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT NOW, FUCK

IS SHE ACTUALLY VISIBLE OR IS THIS JUST FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT LOL

“WHAT ELSE IS IT GONNA TAKE TO FINALLY CONVINCE YOU SHE’S NOT THE FUCKING TRAITOR” okay look man, I said I was 95% sure. the 5% was just me playing out a hypothetical basically just for shits and giggles and stuff. I believe you, okay?

“YOU STILL HAD THE NERVE TO SIT IN THE SAME CLASSROOM AS US” agreed. and he would have been perfectly content to sit on that information for the rest of his life if AFO hadn’t made a comeback. I mean look, clearly we have established that Aoyama is not quite shounen main character material. but on the other hand those are very high standards to meet. it doesn’t mean he’s a bad kid. just a kid whose fears outweighed his guilt. and because of that he wound up having to live with both, which must have been pretty fucking brutal

-- NOBODY ASKED YOU

WHY ARE YOU STILL EVEN HERE, CHRIST. “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND OUR SON IS SPECIAL AND WE MADE ALL THESE SACRIFICES TO ENSURE HE WOULD FIT IN WITH EVERYBODY ELSE AND NOT EMBARRASS US. AND SO WHAT IF WE HAD TO ENDANGER A COUPLE DOZEN CHILDREN TO DO IT, AND ALSO ENDANGER OUR OWN SON’S LIFE, AND POISON HIS DREAM OF BECOMING A HERO. YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND THE KIND OF SOCIAL PRESSURE WE WERE UP AGAINST”

THANK YOU, LOL

“YOU DON’T GET TO TALK ANYMORE” FUCK EM UP DEKU!!

oh my god I can’t with this scan quality. I am dying to get a better look at Deku’s “officially done with ALL of this shit” face

Hagakure is actually right there and can in fact speak for herself, Deku. but yes

whoa dude what the hell is happening in this bottom panel here

is he using Blackwhip to cover up his own face as well? is this some sort of manly shounen dignity-preserving technique lol

and where are we cutting away to???

heh. what the fuck

oh thank god, Horikoshi made that segue creepy as all hell for absolutely no reason lol

anyone feel like pointing out how Rat Principal and co. have been searching for the U.A. Traitor for almost a goddamn year now and never found a damn thing and so were all “YOU KNOW WHAT THERE PROBABLY ISN’T EVEN A TRAITOR AT ALL”, and so Hagakure and Deku had to step in to do their fucking jobs for them? you’re welcome, UA. they should name a wing of the school after them. or at least a science lab or something

lmao what

“I know what you’re all thinking,” Horikoshi says as he furiously scrambles to patch up all of his careless plot holes with fucking flex tape. “don’t worry, Aoyama won’t get blown up because [handwave] it’s probably fine.” you are so lucky Nao is here to distract me right now, even if this panel you drew of him is just as half-assed as your explanations

NOOOO MY BABIES

THEY’RE SO FUCKING DEVASTATED THOUGH OMG. THEIR PAL BETRAYED THEM AND ALMOST GOT THEM KILLED MULTIPLE TIMES AND THEN JUST SAT THERE PRETENDING LIKE NONE OF IT EVER EVEN HAPPENED. AND THEN HE WAS GOING TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN, THIS TIME WITH THE FATE OF THE ENTIRE WORLD AT STAKE

AND THE WORST PART IS THEY’RE NOT EVEN MAD?? JUST SHOCKED AND DEVASTATED. ALTHOUGH THE ONE PERSON WHOSE REACTION I’M MOST CURIOUS TO SEE NATURALLY HASN’T BEEN SHOWN YET, AS USUAL

OJIRO OUT HERE ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS HOT DAMN

BETRAY YOU ALL YET AGAIN AND THEN CRY AND FEEL VERY BAD ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS. MOST LIKELY

BTW IS HE HOLDING HAGAKURE’S HAND OMFG. ARE YOU GUYS REALLY ACTUALLY DATING. SPINNERRAKI AND OJIKURE CONFIRMED IN THE SAME CHAPTER, WHAT A WILD WEEK THIS IS

OH MY GOD KIRISHIMA LOOKS SO FUCKING HEARTBROKEN

HE’S LITERALLY BEGGING HIM TO GIVE HIM SOME IMPLAUSIBLE EXPLANATION FOR IT NOT REALLY BEING TRUE. KIRI I’M SO SORRY YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS

FDLKAJSLRKGJALSKFG

[PICKS KACCHAN UP AND RUNS AWAY IGNORING HIS INDIGNANT PROTESTS] [SETS HIM DOWN ON THE COUCH] [WRAPS HIM IN A COZY BLANKET AND BUILDS A PILLOW FORT AROUND HIM] [GIVES HIM SOME HOT COCOA AND STOCKS HIM UP ON HOT TAMALES 3 ALARM AND ATOMIC FIREBALLS] [GIVES HIM A PAIR OF ALL MIGHT FUZZY SOCKS AND TURNS ON SOME RERUNS OF GORDON RAMSAY’S KITCHEN NIGHTMARES]

LITERALLY HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO LOVE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER THIS MUCH. KACCHAN WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU OF ALL PEOPLE BECOME A GENUINELY PURE FUCKING CINNAMON ROLL. HOW DID THE TRANSITION HAPPEN SO NATURALLY. I WILL FIGHT LITERALLY ANYONE AND ANYBODY WHO COMES AT YOU. LOOK AT HIM. OMG

omfg. because you know, out of everyone in this room right now he has by far the most reason to feel resentful towards Aoyama. this motherfucker sold him the fuck out. in a way it’s almost worse than what the villains did, because at least they didn’t give a fuck to begin with. but Aoyama did, supposedly, give a fuck. and yet he still fucking did it

and not only that, but this is also Katsuki we’re talking about. Katsuki, who is practically synonymous with spontaneous rage and wildly disproportionate overreactions. and in this case the rage for once actually would be proportionate and appropriate. Aoyama is very directly (if not solely) responsible for the single most traumatic event of Katsuki’s entire life. he would absolutely be within his rights to feel a little raw about it. to say the least

but instead!! instead of blowing up! instead of getting mad about it!! there’s this!! him standing there with that thoughtful expression of regret! instead of being all “me me me” and immediately thinking of how much Aoyama absolutely fucked him over, his VERY FIRST REACTION. LITERALLY HIS INSTINCT. is to focus on the “quirkless” part of Aoyama’s story, and make the connection to Deku. and how he treated Deku. and how everyone else treated Deku

like, this isn’t even just normal standard levels of empathy we’re talking about now. this is ADVANCED MOTHERFUCKING EMPATHY. THIS IS DEKU LEVELS OF EMPATHY RIGHT HERE. LEARNED FROM THE BEST. NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED HIMSELF, AND INSTEAD IMMEDIATELY PUT HIMSELF IN THE OTHER PERSON’S SHOES, AND FELT REAL, GENUINE SADNESS FOR EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH. MAYBE HE EVEN LITERALLY BLAMES HIMSELF FOR BEING ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO MADE IT SO THAT PEOPLE LIKE AOYAMA AND HIS CLOWN PARENTS WOULD DREAD BEING QUIRKLESS. MOTHERFUCKER. I CAN’T. SOMEONE PLEASE FIND MY MUTE BUTTON OR ELSE I’M NEVER GONNA SHUT UP ABOUT THIS

AND DEKU STANDING RIGHT THERE!! WITH THE HIDDEN EXPRESSION!! ANGSTY SIDE PROFILE WITH THE HAIR COVERING HIS EYES?? LKSFJLWEFKSLKL SPEAKING OF LEARNING FROM THE BEST??

ANYWAY, GEEZ. THIS FUCKING MANGA. HEY HORIKOSHI WHY DON’T YOU AT LEAST GIVE ME A HEADS UP NEXT TIME BEFORE PUTTING A FUCKING HIT OUT ON ME. MAYBE I HAVE SOME FUCKING LAST WORDS I’D LIKE TO SAY BEFORE BEING MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD BY A REACTION PANEL OF A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN A MANGA YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD

so now Nao is all “ah fuck, I guess I have to interrogate this scared fucking kid who betrayed all these other kids to the final villain now, fml”

I mean by all means please do go ahead and follow protocol though lmao. this isn’t exactly a “well I think they’ve learned their lesson, let’s let them off with a gentle warning this time” situation

fsldkfjslk

Naomasa he ain’t lying. this man literally has nothing swirling about in his head except a little monkey riding around in circles on a tricycle

fuck man this is so fucked up though

once again, just a splendid job well done ever trusting this man to begin with though. outstanding

“we are the ones at fault here!” the truths keep coming lol. though the fact remains that Aoyama wasn’t exactly playing a passive role here even if he got dragged into it all against his will

see, okay, yeah. this is exactly what I’m talking about. glad to see him owning up to it

see but he gets it. he gets it. I’m not gonna say anything to contradict any of this, Yuuga, because yeah. except maybe that last part, because fortunately for you this is a series where everyone is free to turn around and start over and seize their second chance at any time, no matter how late in the game it is. and don’t I love it for that

see Yuuga, now Deku is going to make a big comforting speech to you because he sees how conflicted you were and how much you’re hurting over it now

true true! and with Dabi and the rest of them right there too

omg another Kacchan serious face. and this time with bonus wide-eyed Tokoyami

again, Horikoshi, just a little heads up would be nice. so I can start making out my will and stuff beforehand

lkdsjflaksjg;l

“BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CHEESE, AOYAMA?! WHAT. ABOUT. THE CHEESE” this is a real manga you guys. this panel and this sentence right here really exist. you’re fucking welcome

meanwhile I have to assume that everyone else is standing there frantically trying to figure out what this could possibly mean. did. did Aoyama send a secret message to Deku, in the dead of the night, written entirely in cheese

“did... did Aoyama send Deku an S.O.S. using cheese?? you guys??”

“wait, so did he like hide a secret note inside of some cheese or something?” “or, you don’t suppose... the cheese actually came to life and started talking to him?” “haah?? no way. talking cheese, what the hell kind of nonsense is that.” “okay but you guys do realize our principal is a giant talking rat, and the class next door has one kid who has a speech bubble for a head, and another kid who is literally made out of glue”

“hold up. All for One crushed somebody’s mind??” “guys, I’m just saying, it’s possible. we can’t just rule out the talking cheese.” “okay, but I feel like everybody is just focusing on the cheese, and meanwhile nobody is talking about the ‘that night.’ like, what the hell does that mean. nobody thinks it’s odd that Aoyama-kun and Deku-kun are just sending each other secret messages in the middle of the night??” “mmm. a rendezvous of darkness”

“wait, no, hold up, I just had a thought. what if it’s like. okay, so you know like how people sometimes find images of Jesus and stuff in like, toast? what if it’s something like that. maybe Aoyama found like, an image of All for One’s face, in, like... some cheese”

aaaaaand once again Deku manages to find a way to somehow blame himself sob

way to ruin that nice little cheese joke streak I had going there Deku. “what do you mean, what streak?” Deku asks, peering over at my recap notes. “wait, what the fuck -- ” okay you know what don���t judge me okay

DLSFKJLSGK

Kacchan we already figured this out last week lol. you guys will use Aoyama as a double agent to turn the tables on AFO. doy. but oh my gosh you are just too fucking cute though dflsklkfsj eyes all wide like that. looking like you’re about to whip out your own nerd analysis notebook and start scribbling down paragraph after paragraph of effusive Deku praise

anyway the chapter is ending now and that’s just how it is!

HE SAID THE THING. HE SAID THE THING THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO HIM. YOU GUYS I CAN’T. THAT’S THREE TIMES I’VE BEEN KILLED BY THIS ONE SINGLE CHAPTER WHAT IS THIS

and fdslgk “will Deku’s words reach him...?!” of course they’ll fucking reach him lmao what kind of stupid question is that. have you ever read a single page of this series

and Kacchan getting all !! at the hand reaching lol. ties in perfectly with the essay I’ve been working on all fucking week. I will get it posted this week! I’m gonna do it for real! I’m taking this as a sign and it’s gonna happen dammit. “okay makeste but you do understand that this chapter was actually about Aoyama” BOY WAS IT. Aoyama Yuuga and his stupid rich parents and surprisingly dark origin story and iconic fucking cheese messages. god bless

[floralcyanide]

The Day the Music Died

Jerry Schilling x Reader Angst

>> SUPER LONG A/N SORRY. omg it's been like 2 weeks since I've posted!! today is the first day in a long time I've felt like writing. I'm kinda sad I got writer's block during Elvis Week because that would've been fun to write for ): oh well. I watched Elvis earlier and cried of course, so I had to write angst. someone mentioned I should write some Jerry angst when I threw around the idea of writing for him, so here it is! it's very short but it's something, at least. I don't want you guys to think I ghosted lol <3 anyway, please let me know if you enjoy this!! I wanna write for Jerry and Steve so feedback lets me know you guys wanna read fic with them in it.

pairing: Jerry Schilling x Reader (gender neutral)

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of drug abuse, major character death, grief. just,, really sad lol

word count: 1649

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

It’s a mild day in August, even for Los Angeles. Not too hot, but not chilly, either. Everything has been going quite smoothly throughout the morning into the afternoon. You were able to put your and Jerry’s youngest son down for a nap towards the end of noon without a fuss, and your oldest was off at school. Jerry has been able to relax a little since nothing work-related has his attention. He’s in his office reading silently, and you’re scurrying around him, trying to vacuum and dust off the shelves. Jerry doesn’t tear his eyes from the pages of his book as he lifts his legs from the floor, allowing you to vacuum under his chair without flinching. He cherishes the time he gets to read in peace. When Jerry isn’t working, he’s either asleep, spending a little time with your sons, or trying to read. The only time he can enjoy his pastime is usually before bed, but lately, he’s been so exhausted that he goes straight to sleep. You worry that Jerry’s job aiding his best friend, Elvis Presley, was starting to take its toll. But Jerry has spent almost his entire life with him, and they were as thick as thieves. Elvis even bought the very house your family is currently in a few years ago. Jerry had mentioned you were pregnant for the second time, and his best friend jumped to action. Before you knew it, you moved from a small two-bedroom to a large home in Los Angeles. 

Elvis has always loved you like a sibling, much like he loves Jerry. They have been there for each other through everything, including the highs and lows of Elvis’ career. And even now they were still close, despite the deterioration of Elvis as a man and performer. You have offered to help your husband’s best friend, who has become your best friend as well, many times. But it never seemed to help. Although Elvis always listened to what you had to say, trying to get him to stop his drug abuse was one thing he didn’t want to hear from you or anyone for that matter. Especially Jerry. You and Elvis got along and often had deep conversations about your husband before the two of you met, life on the road, and relationship advice. But whenever you’d try and slide in some guidance, Elvis would dismiss you. So you, like everyone else by this point, have taken a step back. You have tried your best, but there isn’t much else you can do for your good friend.

The telephone begins to ring, and Jerry waves for you to turn off the vacuum. You switch it off, and Jerry carefully places his bookmark in his book before sitting it down on his desk. 

“This is Jerry speaking,” he says upon answering the phone.

You decide to finish cleaning later, unplugging the vacuum and wrapping the cord up. When you return to your standing position, you look over at Jerry. 

“Is he okay?” Jerry asks after a long period of silence.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is slightly agape. Upon hearing the person’s response on the other line, he grasps the phone with both hands. 

“No,” Jerry protests quietly, “That can’t be.”

You take a step forward in his direction, your expression mirroring his. He glances up at you, tears beginning to fill his eyes. You place a worried hand on Jerry’s shoulder, and he puts his hand on top of yours. 

“We’ll be there,” Jerry gulps, nodding to himself as he sniffs away tears. 

He hangs up the phone with a shaky hand, his eyes glossed over as he focuses his gaze ahead. 

“Elvis is dead.”

You let out a shocked breath, “What?”

Jerry doesn’t verbally respond but instead nods his head slowly before resting his elbows on his desk, letting his head fall into his hands. He sighs slowly as his shoulders begin to shake. Your fingers dig into Jerry’s shoulder as tears start to sting in your eyes and throat. One of the days you’ve feared for a long time is now here. All the coaxing and convincing over the years couldn’t prevent it no matter who tried or how many times they tried. If Elvis wanted to help Elvis, he would’ve. But he didn’t- and now he’s gone. And there’s a giant gaping hole where warmth and kindness in the shape of a stubborn man used to be. Not just in you or Jerry, but in everyone who knew Elvis. 

Jerry’s cries are becoming audible, and you turn and place your hands on his cheeks, pulling his face to your direction. Neither of you says a word as you exchange looks of sorrow. You let Jerry bury his face in your stomach and sob as loudly as he wanted. The sound of it was muffled, but the feeling of hot tears seeping through your clothing was enough to let you know the deep pain Jerry was feeling. You run your fingers through his hair as you begin to cry yourself. Covering your mouth to not wake your sleeping child, you let yourself feel the loss. You try not to think about how Jerry can go on without Elvis. Jerry has known him since he was twelve and Elvis nineteen. Their whole lives. You cry for your husband, for Elvis and his family, for the fans, and for the world who will never get to know him as you did. Sure, he did questionable things, but who doesn’t? Everyone has their faults and mistakes, but it doesn’t make them less of a person. It didn’t make Elvis less than the charismatic and intriguing person he was. Jerry is one of the few people on Earth who knew Elvis like no other and loved him despite his faults. Having him gone now is going to be an adjustment. 

“Jerry,” you mutter, patting his upper back a little to gain his attention.

He whimpers in response, having stopped crying a few moments ago.

“Who called?”

“Priscilla.”

“Well, you told Priscilla we’d be with her,” you remind Jerry.

“Yeah,” he sniffs, lifting his head from your abdomen and running a hand over his face.

“I’ll see if my mother can come to get Aaron and Carson while we sort things out,” you suggest, and Jerry agrees.

You quickly ring up your mother and ask her to take your sons for the rest of the day, telling her that you’ll explain what’s happening when she gets to the house. She tells you she’s heard the news already, but she will be at your home as soon as possible. Jerry gathers himself, standing up straight and taking deep breaths as you fix your clothing and wipe your tears away. The thought of cleaning has been abandoned altogether. The vacuum remains in its spot as you and Jerry walk out of the office hand-in-hand. You check the time as you pass the hallway clock and realize it’s a little past the time you were supposed to wake up Aaron. Jerry says he will head downstairs and call the rest of the crew since Priscilla wasn’t in the right state of mind to do so. You quietly walk into Aaron’s bedroom and see he’s already awake and playing with some of his matchbox cars on the floor. 

“How long have you been awake, sweetheart?” you lean down, your hands pressed against your knees as you study Aaron’s elaborate setup of cars.

“I had a weird dream,” Aaron mumbles, shrugging his little shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” you frown, “Do you wanna talk about what happened in the dream?”

“Uncle El showed up and told me not to be sad, but why would I be sad?” Aaron furrows his eyebrows in confusion, repeatedly rolling his car across the floor so the wheels would keep spinning.

You bite your lip and hold in the burning feeling rising in your chest, “Well,” you kneel down to your son’s eye level and clear your throat, “Uncle El had to go, Aaron.”

“Go where?” the toddler asks innocently, still preoccupied with his toys.

“Somewhere nicer than here, but we will see him again,” you move some hair out of Aaron’s face.

“When?”

You sigh, “A long time, but he’ll be waiting for us.”

“Okay,” Aaron puts down his toy and looks up at you, noticing your sad expression, “Like you said, we’ll see him again, don’t worry!”

Your son does his best to wrap his tiny arms around you in comfort. You gently rub his back as you hold back tears. 

“You’re gonna spend the night at grandma’s with Carson, is that alright with you?” you ask, and your son pulls away excitedly.

“Yeah!” he grins.

“Well, let’s get some of your stuff together, then,” you pick him up and sit him on the bed as you gather some clothes and toys for him to take.

Now that your boys are taken care of, you and Jerry could focus on what to do. What to do, you think to yourself. What do we do now? Plan a funeral? Help Priscilla and Vernon pick out flowers and choose between casket colors? It feels wrong- like you shouldn’t be doing this as young as you all are. Elvis was only 42. You’re in your early 30s while Jerry is 35. You shouldn’t be planning your best friend’s funeral so soon. But you think back to Aaron and the dream he had. Don’t be sad, Elvis had said. You want to believe it was really him who came to Aaron. You take those words to heart, whether it was just some odd dream or a message. Elvis hated seeing people he loved and cared for sad, so the dream made sense. So for today, you’ll allow yourself to be sad. 

But tomorrow, you’ll try your best not to be. 

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[nymphbnny]

jealous roommate

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: thigh riding, praising kink, breeding kink, dom jean, slight body worship, possessiveness, penetrative sex, slight size kink.

synopsis: y/n comes back from another failed date, and is greeted by jean’s possessive and lustful demeanor.

a.n: hey babies! this is my first one-short so I apologize in advance for any typos. i hope you like it. requests are open for any character in aot, except for Floch. we stan the Floch slander. okay bye <3

It was 11 pm by the time I got back to the apartment I've been sharing with my roommate. I slid the keys in the keyhole quietly, not wanting to wake him up in case he was already asleep.

Once I made my way in, I carefully closed the door and locked it. I took off my heels and held them in my hand as I made my way to my room. My bedroom door was half-open, just the way I left it this afternoon. Jean was never the type to snoop around. We've been roommates for years now and we've been working perfectly on the boundaries we set for each other.

I took off my jacket and threw it on my bed, tossing my heels on the floor, internally cringing to myself for making a loud thump against the wooden floor. I stood in my place for ten seconds, waiting to see if I woke him up.

My phone chimed in my bag but I ignored it, a feeling of thirst kicking in. As soon as I turned on my heel, I let out a loud gasp, my hand resting on my heart.

Jean was leaning on my doorframe, crossing his hands against his bare torso showing off his tattoos.

"Did you have fun on your date?" he bluntly asked, his eyes not showing any sort of excitement.

"Jean you almost gave me a heart attack. It's already late you should be sleeping you have work tomorrow." I rubbed my temples letting out a sigh.

"You didn't answer my question." Adjusting his posture, he tucked his hands in his pockets. He was now standing half-naked in front of me, his sweats hanging low on his waist, slightly showing off his v-line, his abs on full display. I began to question my sobriety when I noticed that his muscles were getting bigger and more defined.

I shook my head and gently threw my bag on my bed. "Good," I replied blankly, not sure why he was so interested in my love life. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I couldn't." he simply answered with a shrug. "Why? Isn't the AC working?"

He took some steps closer until his chest was facing me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you and about what you were doing with this douchebag." I frowned at his weird answer and chuckled.

"That's funny Jean, very funny," I added before rolling my eyes, a weird sensation running through my spine when his hands rested against my hips. "Jean what are you doing?" I inquired resting my hands around his wrists. He looked down at me, rubbing my hips up and down, the fabric of my dress following his movements.

"Do you like this boy?" he pulled my body closer to him, questioning me. I gulped and stared into his eyes, as he maintained a serious face. I didn't want to lie. This guy didn't make me feel shit. At least not what Jean was currently making me feel. "No..." I mumbled, my eyes looking at the floor. He placed his index finger under my chin, making me look at him.

A smirk was plastered on his lips, his other hand brushing off the strands of hair that fell on my face. A few inches were now separating us. I've never felt this way before around Jean. It was an electrifying feeling and I didn't mind it.

I've already forgotten the guy I met hours ago. I was only focused on Jean. I brought my hands around his neck pulling him even closer to me. His hot breath was brushing against my lips before he finally closed the gap that was separating us.

The kiss was slow and sloppy. One of his hands made its way to my ass, giving it a little squeeze. I gasped at the impact, my lips slightly parting which gave him access to intrude my mouth. His tongue slipped in, running over mine. Grabbing a hold of his hair I pushed him closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss. He groaned against my lips, smacking my ass before grabbing it again.

"Jean!" I yelped. His lips were now moving on my neck. It didn't take him long to find my sweet spot, gently sucking on it. I let out a small whimper, tugging at his hair, my other hand snaking around his neck to keep me still. Before I could notice, he was already leaving butterfly kisses down my neck to my collarbone, stopping at the partition of my dress.

He grabbed my straps and stared at me as if he was asking for my consent. I slightly nodded, a cocky grin appearing on his face. I rolled my eyes scoffing. The soft fabric instantly fell down my body to the floor. I carefully stepped out of it, tossing it away with my foot.

Jean stood in awe as he took in the sight in front of him. "Fuck, y/n" he mumbled biting his lower lip as I stood braless, my nipples hard and perky. “You’re gorgeous.”

I blushed and took his hand in my guiding it over my chest teasingly, before resting it on my breast. Seizing the opportunity given to him, he fondled my breast and latched his lips on the other.

I whimpered, my fingers running through his hair, as he sucked on my nipple ad gently bit it. Toying with my other nipple with his fingers, he pinched it and squeezed my breast again.

"Mhm, Jean..." he licked my nipple, a small hum escaping his lips. He pulled away and sat on the bed, patting his thigh as a sign for me to sit on it.

Doing as told, I positioned myself on his thigh, a feeling of friction created as I moved forward. "I know you want to beautiful, don't get all shy on me now yeah?" he teased bouncing his leg, a moan leaving my lips. He rested on his elbows, the same stupid cocky grin on his face.

I rested a hand on his knee and began to grind my hips, the thin fabric of my thong making me feel him more. "Shit," I mumbled throwing my head back as I ground faster, wetness slipping from my clothed pussy onto his sweats creating a stain. My moans grew louder and he began to guide my hips occasionally bouncing his leg, hitting almost perfectly my clitoris.

"So wet for me, just for me." he whispered in my ear, licking my earlobe. As I felt myself getting closer, he swiftly pulled me off his lap, switching our positions. I was lying underneath him, my hair spread on my pillows as my hands rested on both sides of my head.

"Look at the mess you've made." he kneeled between my legs and pointed at the dark stain on his sweatpants. "I'm sorry?" I chuckled. He pulled his pants down, his boner visible through his black underwear. He rubbed it teasingly earning a small whimper from me.

I sat up, in an attempt to pull his briefs down, but he pushed me back down. "You're gonna have to beg baby." He paused, pushing his index finger against my covered slit. "If you want me to slide it in here." I moaned in frustration, needing to feel full.

"Please Jean, I want you to fuck me." I whimpered. He smirked as he pulled down the last piece of clothing, pre-cum near his slit. He stroked his erection, his vein going from the base to the tip.

He rubbed his tip over my thong that was soaking wet. "Such a good girl, preparing yourself for me." He dipped two fingers in my underwear and pushed it aside, before gliding them up and down through my folds. I squirmed under his touch and moved my hips trying to guide his fingers where I crave them to be.

"Needy," he stated before smacking my pussy. My thighs clenched together but were instantly separated. He positioned himself between my legs and gave me one final look in case I wanted to back out. Once given my consent, he pushed himself in, a loud moan leaving my lips.

He pulled back, his tip still coated by my wetness, before moving back in again, this time his full length buried inside me. "Fuck Jean," I moaned out adjusting to his size. His breathing was shaky as I clenched around him.

Giving him a small nod, I signaled him to move. Putting my wrists above my head, he held them steady with his hand whilst his other moved down my lower area, rubbing small circles around my clit at a torturing pace.

I whimpered, attempting to move my hips, hoping to get the feeling of fullness I’ve been craving. Whines filled the room once he pushed himself in all at once, stretching my walls as his vein pulsated against them.

“Jean, oh fuck, Jean,” I moaned, his body rocking mine at a steady pace. I felt overwhelmed, consumed, and overpowered and I liked it. I’ve never seen Jean this way. “Fuck fuck right there.”

He chuckled and thrust himself deeper. “Yeah? Right there?” he teased speeding up his pace, still hitting my g-spot repeatedly. The sound of skin clapping grew louder, sweat dripping down our bodies.

As I felt the knot tighten in my stomach, I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him down. Letting go of my hands, he bent down, capturing my lips in his, silencing my moans.

In a matter of seconds, his face was now buried in my neck, his thrusts getting sloppier, his breathing heavier.

“God, I’m gonna fill you up so good baby,” he moaned pushing himself deeper. “Be a good girl and take it all for me yeah?”

After a few more thrusts, my orgasm shook all of my body and he followed right after, his semen filling me up.

We stayed in this position for a while, catching our breaths. He pulled off me, our cum leaking out of my opening, a soft groan leaving his lips as he watched the mess he made.

“Fuck, wow, that was, good…” I chuckled ruffling my hair. I got up, my knees almost giving out. “I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I squeezed his bicep as I walked past him.

*** Jean’s POV ***

I watched as she closed the door behind her, a sigh of relief leaving my lips. Now that was something, I thought to myself.

Her phone chimed again, which I assumed was the guy she hung out with. I grabbed her phone from her bag and went through her messages.

I chuckled to myself as I read the text messages: ‘hope you had fun tonight!’ ‘hey, are you okay? I hope I didn’t bother you…’

I glimpsed to the door making sure she was still in there and snapped a picture of myself then sent it to him with the following text: ‘she’s off-limits.’ I smirked and put her phone back in her bag.

[beels-burger-babe]

Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day

***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***

Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.

TW: descriptions of grief.

In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.

Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.

In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.

For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.

He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."

There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.

Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.

Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."

He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"

Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"

Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."

You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.

His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."

Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."

Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.

"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.

Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."

Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."

Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."

Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."

Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."

Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"

Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."

Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.

He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"

Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."

You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-

Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.

Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."

He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.

Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.

Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.

Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."

Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.

Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"

Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."

Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."

Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.

"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"

He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."

Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."

Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."

Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

He nodded and watched the older angel leave.

@thegrimgrinningghost

Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.

On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.

***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***

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♡ Meant To Be

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x male reader

Fluff ♡ | Requested

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"Aren't you even a little curious about it?"

You've heard this question thousands of times already; yet, the answer for it has never changed.

"No, not really." You shrug while your friend stares at you in disbelief. "Why do you ask knowing my answer?"

"I just had the hope that you changed your mind," Jeonghan says. "You know, out of everyone in our group of friends, you're the only one who hasn't found their soulmate."

You take one last sip of your tea and sigh, "And you're telling me this to make me feel bad?"

"No! It's just... I thought that would make you feel at least curious of the person whose name is written on your wrist ever since forever."

Your eyes immediately go to your wrist, and your other hand covers the name with your sleeve.

"And I still don't get your habit of covering it, as if you don't want us to know." He laughs. "Are you trying to ignore it and expect to find them like people picture it on dramas?"

Inevitably, you roll your eyes, "I don't know what to tell you. I just think that if we're really meant to meet, then it's gonna happen... someday. I'm in no rush."

Jeonghan nods in understanding, "I guess you're right."

"I am always right." You chuckle. "Now keep telling me about Injae, how is it going with her?"

That's exactly the way you would always dissociated yourself from the topic every time you were asked about it. It wasn't something you really cared about, unlike to your friends. You were happy with the way things are right now.

"... we are taking things slow, and it's all going great. I am really happy about it." He puts on a goofy smile and his ears and cheeks quickly covers in a tinted pink.

"Aw, my little Jeonghan is in love, who would've thought?"

"Shut up, who said anything about love?" He tries to act cool, but he's still smiling and feeling nervous.

"Please," You scoff. "That smile tells me you're head over heels about her. And the way your eyes shine whenever you talk about her? Seems like love to me."

"Ha, ha, ha, you really like to make fun of me, don't you?" He sarcastically blurts. "I am dying to see how you're gonna be once you meet your soulmate. "

"Mmh, we'll see about that..."

Just when you're about to continue reading your textbook, your phone buzzes over the table. You already got distracted by talking to Jeonghan when you both were supposed to be studying for the upcoming exams, but you decide to read the messages you received.

"What's better, keep studying or going out to grab lunch with Sihwan?" You throw the question in the air, to which your friend hums.

"Your friend that works at JYP entertainment?" You nod. "I mean, anything is better than studying for socials, so if I were you, I would go."

"You say that because you want to bump into an idol, don't you?"

"If you meet Twice, could you ask them to  autograph something for me?" He says with a pout, making you laugh.

"I am not that lucky." You say and quickly start gathering your belongings to put them on your backpack. "You're meeting Injae later, right? I'll catch you up at the dorm?"

"Sure, I'll see you later."

With that being said, you start walking to the building. Even when your friend has invited you a couple of times already, you couldn't help but feel nervous. That weird feeling in your stomach and the tingling in your skin, like chills. Trying to ignore it, you pass by a nearby restaurant and order Sihwan's favorite food, carrying the bags carefully until you reach the entrance of the building.

After a few messages letting him know you're already there and a few more minutes of waiting, your friend greets you with a smile and a pat on your back, helping you with the bags in your hands and guiding you to the elevator. Unusual, but you don't say anything about it.

"I have more work than usual today, I hope you don't mind eating in my studio."

"You won't get in trouble?" You ask, feeling concerned,  but he only denies with his head as he presses a button.

"Don't worry, it's fine."

You silently follow him, trying to not look at anyone in the eyes when you walk through the hall, all the way to the studio. Anyway, no one seems to be aware that you are a regular college student. Lots of people work in there and it's hard to keep track of everyone in there.

"Come in, seriously, it's okay." He chuckles by seeing how you look around and slowly walk inside. "I've been working on the melody and guide for a new group these past hours."

The door is closed and Sihwan sits on the office chair and signals the sofa behind it for you to do the same.

"You brought food from that new restaurant down the street? Sweet." He says and opens the bag, placing the food containers on the wooden table between you two. "I've been starving."

"Working for a new group, you said?" You ask with interest, grabbing what you ordered for yourself and start eating as well.

Sihwan nods, "A girl group, they've been working hard and will debut soon, I hope you can listen to them."

"I am kinda old school, but for you I can do it, I guess..."

You two continue having a conversation about music and how you've been doing at college while sharing food. The last time you met with him was a couple of months ago, so the conversation keeps going for a while until he decides it's time to go back to work.

"Well, in that case I'll leave you. I've got to go back to study too." You say as you stand up and clean the desk.

"Mmh, okay. Thanks for this, how about we go have dinner next week? It's gonna be on me."

"Sounds great to me. Text me the details later?"

"Sure thing." He promises and smiles. "You know how to get back, right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. See you!"

As soon as you step out of the studio, you look around to make sure no one is walking in the hall, so you almost run to the elevator, not expecting that someone would bump into you as they exit one of the offices.

You fall to the ground and start apologizing immediately, feeling embarrassed.

"I am so sorry, I didn't see you." You hear them saying.

"No, I am sorry, I shouldn't have ran here." You say, and as you try to stand up, they're extending their hand to you to help you up.

You take the help and do a reverence as a thank you and clean the invisible dust on your clothing, and as you're about to walk to the elevator, their voice stops you.

"Y/N L/N?"

You stop on your tracks and finally have the courage to stare at them in the eye and realize that it's a guy, and a very handsome one, you must add. Your legs tremble at the sight, clearly stunned by seeing someone so good-looking. Your immediate thought is that he's an idol or trainee.

"Uh, do we know each ot-?"

Your question is interrupted as he shows you his wrist, and that's when you see it clearly. Your name tattoed on his skin.

"I am Hwang Hyunjin... your soulmate."

You're at the loss of words. The only thing you can do is get lost in his eyes staring back at you, looking for whatever to say, but the situation feels unreal. It's like your body is frozen.

"Hey, Hyunjin, is everything okay out there?" A third voice coming from the office brings you back down to earth.

"I am sorry, I gotta go." You quickly say the second he is distracted, running as fast as your legs allow it and get in the elevator, pressing the bottons and seeing him run in the hall one last time before the doors finally close.

You exit the building and walk to the bus stop, looking back from time to time only to realise that Hyunjin has not followed you. With your heart beating like crazy and your hands shaking you get to text Jeonghan to let him know you were on your way back to the apartment and that you had big news. He was definitely not going to believe it.

"Ow! What was that for?" You groan as Jeonghan grabbed a pillow and threw it to you.

"You just ran away?!"

"I panicked, okay? You can't put the blame on me for that!"

"With all due respect, you're an idiot." He sighs. "You met your soulmate and just ran, oh god... What are you going to do?"

"Uhh... nothing?"

Jeonghan grabs the pillow again just to throw it at you, but your hands stop him.

"Okay, okay, I'll do something about it. I'll go see him again!"

"That's a big lie, you say that as if I don't know you." He rolls his eyes.

"Yes, I am a coward. I don't know what should I do, help me." You say with a pout.

"Your friend? He may know him, don't you think?" He states as if it's so obvious.

"Ooh, you're right! I am going to have dinner with him next week, I can ask him..."

"See? It's like the universe is conspiring for you to meet again... Properly meet, I mean."

You stop listening to him as he starts complaining and making fun of the way you reacted earlier.  Your mind is now finding a good way to reach out to him.

"...And I could finally finish that song." Sihwan says with a grin and takes a sip of his beverage. "I was practically isolated and had no proper human contact for a while, so thanks to our talk and delicious food I could finish in no time after that."

You giggle, "Really? Then I am happy I could be helpful, don't forget to add me on the credits."

He laughs at the joke and continues talking, "You didn't get caught on your way out, right?"

"Well... about that."

"Wait, are you serious? Did you get in trouble?" He asks, concerned.

"No, no! It's just that... Do- do you know Hwang Hyunjin?"

It's now or never.

Sihwan seems to think about it for a second, feeling confused. "Yeah, I mean, our team is not working with them, but I've talked to him and his group a couple of times. Why? You ran into him?"

"Yeah, but also..." You lift the sleeve of your shirt, letting him see the name written on your skin.

"No way! Really?" He says with a big smile. "Hell, congratulations! How- wait, why don't you look happy about it?"

"Because I panicked and ran away before I could say something to him." You say and hide your face behind your hands out of frustration. "I need your help, hyung."

"Okay," He chuckles. "Of course, what can I do to help?"

You sigh and take out a folded paper from the pocket of your ripped jeans, looking at it for a second before handling it to your friend. "Could you give this to him?"

Sihwan takes it and nods. "Of course, I'll give it to him as soon as I can."

Now all you have to do is wait.

You plop down in the sofa and stare at the screen of your phone for the millionth time today, feeling hopeless at this point. It has been one week since you asked Sihwan to give that letter to Hyunjin, and ever since, you couldn't help but wait for a message from him, or even a call, despite you don't knowing what would you even say.

"Hmm, you haven't heard anything from him?" Jeonghan asks and sits next to you. You deny with your head and sigh. "Maybe he's busy. I heard his group is going to do a comeback soon."

"A what, now?" You ask, and your friends looks as you in disbelief.

"Don't tell me you haven't looked up for him on internet. I mean, he was in JYPE for a reason."

"Uhh..."

"Oh my god, I swear you are..." He doesn't finish his premise. Instead, he takes the phone from your hands and looks up for his name on the web. "Stray Kids, you didn't look up for him? I can't believe this, are you even on social media?"

"Shut up, let me see this."

You quickly read their information, going directly to the names and pictures of the members, quickly finding Hyunjin and realizing your friend is right. How come you didn't think of it?

"Oh yeah, here says they're releasing an album in a few days..."

"Told you." He murmurs. "Are you still going to wait for him to text you?"

"Do I have another option? I don't think I can go around the building just looking for him, even if I am with Sihwan."

"Hmm, you're right. I hope you can talk soon, though. Imagine this: you and Hyunjin together, we become friends and he gives me a tour in JYPE to meet Twice."

You roll your eyes and stand up, "You're being delusional. I'll go to sleep now, goodnight!"

"That's rude!" He groans and sees you walk away. "I hope you panick and run away again next time you see him!"

The next morning when you wake up, the first thing you do is check your phone, and your heart almost stops when you see a new message from an unknown number.

You go clean your face and take a deep breath to gather the courage you needed to finally read the long-awaited message.

With trembling hands you unlock your phone and click on the notification.

It was no surprise to see how easy was to talk with him. You two started talking on regular basis, when he was free from his schedule and when you weren't studying, which happened really late at nights.

Soon, those thousands of messages became frequent phone calls and videocalls that lasted hours, and to say that you both trusted each other with your lives was an understatement. You were still getting used to the idea that your soulmate was an idol; and it was weird to see him constantly on the internet, as of course you started following every other fan account you found on social media. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was trying to be very supportive of your studies and kept sending you messages of encouragement as well as listening to your ramblings about your career and complaints about your professors.

"So you've caught feelings for him, right? It was about time, Y/N" Jeonghan says with a shrug. "I know some soulmates only work as friends and all that, but it was pretty obvious to me that you'd end up in a romantic relationship."

"Really?"

He nods and smiles. "Of course! Are you going to ask him out?"

"I was planning to, but what if he doesn't feel the same? What if he just sees me as the friend type?"

Jeonghan hums. "Well, I think it's gonna be okay. You're soulmates for a reason, don't you think?"

You hesitate to grab your phone and open the message bar, typing a question and hoping things will go well after pressing the send button.

"Hyun, is it okay if I ask you out?

Like, on a date?"

A few minutes later you receive an answer,  needless to say, you didn't expect him to reply now, so you feel as if your heart is about to make a hole on your chest right now.

Hyun ♡

God, I was really hoping I wasn't the only one feeling this way.

Of course it's okay

I would love to go out on a date with you, Y/N ♡

You now feel at ease, the butterflies flying in your stomach and your body feeling so light as if you were floating. Is that how being in love feels like?

"He said he'd love to go on a date with me." You announce with a smile.

"See? There you go, my plan of meeting Twice soon is going awesome." He says and you give him a deathly glare. "I am kidding! But I have to say, who's smiling and blushing like a dumb right now?"

"Jeonghan!" You groan and grab a pillow to throw it at him, but he's quicker to stand up and walk away, still laughing.

Hyun ♡

Now you're not being shy, eh?

You won't run away from me when we meet?

You're the worst, you text back.

Hyun ♡

I may be

But I am your soulmate, so pretty much you can't get rid of me

He was right, but you were not intending to do that.

Because, now more than ever, you were sure things were meant to be this way. Right next to him forever.

[pale-silver-comb]

So I know absolutely nothing about Leverage except what I've been seeing you post lately and I have to admit you're making it look tempting to watch! Can I ask what are some of your favorite things about the show/reasons you would suggest people watch it? And is there really a poly relationship that is canon?

Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. I am going to do my best not to just “asdfghkjl” at you and answer coherently.

In a nutshell, Leverage is about 5 people. 4 are criminals (Parker, Hardison, Eliot and Sophie) with different and unique skill-sets and 1 is an ex-insurance investigator (Nate) who, at one point or another in his career, has tracked down (or at least attempted to) the other 4. The whole show is essentially: man reluctantly reforms 4 criminals to use their criminal powers for good and 4 criminals move into man’s life and stubbornly refuse to leave because, goddammit, now they have morals. 

I’ve got a lot of favourite things about the show but the main ones are as follows:

1. Found family. And I’m not talking about loners who come together to fight crime and happen to co-exist to the point where they realise they happen to have found themselves a family. I mean, Nate and Sophie are the Drunk Uncle and Wine Aunt who somehow become Mom and Dad to 3 beautiful criminal children. Mom and Dad love their criminal babies and the kids love them (as well as each other, but we’ll come to that in a moment). You get amazing family moments such as: Mom and Dad packing the kids lunch before sending them out to kick corporate greed’s ass; Mom and Dad giving the kids ridiculously expensive and personal Christmas presents causing their most Grumpy Kid to go very very quiet and soft as he runs off to gleefully play with his new murder toy; the kids interrupting Mom and Dad’s big Movie Style Kiss to ask if they can please keep their new underground layer and huffing and puffing when Dad tells them no.

2. Found family: the OT3 edition. To answer your question, the OT3 is indeed canon, confirmed by the creator. Now, usually, “confirmed by the creator” infuriates me because most of the time it’s a way for a creator to be seen as “progressive” without doing anything to actually be progressive. That isn’t the case here. The OT3 are built up carefully and while it is obvious the creators didn’t originally intend for all 3 of them to become a relationship in the romantic sense, by mid-season 5 we are given a very clear picture of where Parker, Hardison and Eliot are heading in their relationship. There aren’t any kisses at the end to signal this but there are solid marriage vows in not only one but two episodes. (And by marriage vows I mean literal equivalents of marriage vows: “for better or worse” and “’til death do us part”. I’m not even exaggerating). The OT3 also doesn’t need explicit romantic narratives to convey how much they love each other. Their love is laced through the whole show, from the way they teach each other things to the way they respond to each other and work as a unit. The way they fiercely protect and admire each other. Like someone once said, if you need characters to kiss or say I love you to let the audience know they love each other, you are writing them wrong. 

Aside from that, each of the parings in the OT3 are just. Gah. They are so well done, with friendship being the solid basis for them all. The creators never expect the audience to assume anything about them or fill in the gaps. They give us their relationships on screen and reference many things off-screen to show us how these relationships continue to build in between episodes.

Hardison and Parker are a canon couple and date in the show: it’s approached slowly and they are so goddamned sweet. They are basically every fluffy slow-burn trope with a healthy dash of mutual pining in the mix. They are basically that quote “love is patient, love is kind”. (I would like to add their romance never becomes the focus of the show or overrides the importance of any other relationship they have with the other characters, especially Eliot.)

Hardison and Eliot are the Old Married Couple and from day one are already bickering and looking at each other/making comments that are found in every UST fic ever (not to mention Hardison has a very good knack for making Eliot grin like a little kid, when usually he’s basically an Angry Little Chef Man). They argue, they play, and love each other plain as day. 

Parker and Eliot are more subtle but every bit as wonderful. They have an unspoken connection and understand each other on a level no-one else can. Parker and Eliot are not good with giving themselves over to affection for different reasons (and Hardison plays a central role in helping them realise it’s okay to want it and have it- that boy has endless patience) but there is something so beautiful in the way the two of them come together on their own and develop their own special bond that works for them. Parker and Eliot are that trope where the characters don’t need to speak to understand each other perfectly. They just do. Their love language is a lot of the time non-verbal but speaks volumes. (Parker also likes to annoy the hell out of Eliot and Eliot....just.....lets...her. Because he’s soft. The softest, grumpiest boy.) 

I could go into so much depth for each pairing and their dynamics as a 3 but that's for another post.

3. Subverting stereotypes. There is the occasional hiccup in the show regarding stereotypes but ultimately, Leverage gets an A+ when it comes to writing characters and making them 3 dimensional people who are not defined by certain characteristics or events. Nate could so easily fall into the White Man Pain trope where he uses the trauma of losing his kid as a reason as to why he is entitled to act like a dick. Nate is a dick but he doesn’t use his pain to excuse it and I appreciate that. Hardison is a black man who is soft and nurturing. Easily the most empathetic and patient of the group. He’s nerdy, an actual genius, and has the biggest heart of all the characters. Nate is maybe the glue but Hardison is definitely the heart. Media’s usual aggressive, amongst other, racist stereotypes can fuck right off. Parker is canonically autistic (I am sure this was confirmed by one of the creators) and she is not defined by it. It’s not written as some kind of singular personality trait. It’s part of what makes up Parker but it’s only one facet of who she is and not once is her actions, thoughts or feelings treated like a joke. Sometimes people don’t understand why she does and says the things she does but it’s met with patience and fondness over the course of the show. Equally, it’s not met with over-caution. Parker is just Parker. No-one tries to change her. The other nice thing is Hardison, who always makes sure Parker knows she’s amazing because of who she is and not in spite of it. Finally, Sophie is in her 40s. She’s not treated like she’s past her prime. Ever. She’s sexy, smart and never is she pitted against or compared to Parker (who is younger) for anything. Sophie is amazing and there’s never even a conversation of “I may be older but I am still *insert adjective typically associated with younger women here*”. Sophie is possibly the first female character I’ve ever seen who isn’t just unapologetic about her age but has never had to apologise for her age. It’s a non-issue and that’s that. The women on the show are written so well, right down to secondary characters and it’s beyond refreshing.  

4.) It’s just fun. The show has a “monster of the week” type format. Except instead of a ghoul or a ghost, the monster is some corrupt wealthy and powerful individual or organisation. The show draws on real-life individuals to do this and therefore closely parallels real-life people and events. It addresses important political, economical, social and environmental issues while at the same time remaining fun and light-hearted. The characters constantly get the chance to play dress up and by GOD do they have fun with it. You get to watch Eliot beat up bad guys in the most delightful of ways, usually after a witty non-sequitur and with a weapon you’d never think could be a weapon. The dialogue and back and forth between the characters is everything. And finally - my favourite thing- the team can never resist striking a dramatic pose after they’ve taken down the bad guy, making sure the bad guy sees them. I mean, they COULD just walk away, satisfied they’ve taken the person down, but nope. They gotta be dramatic bitches 24/7 and pose like they are models for every single month of this year’s Criminal Calendar.  

5.) Competence Porn. So. Much. Competence Porn.  

Honestly, I could list a thousand reasons for why Leverage is amazing but to list them would to be spoiling so many amazing moments you’d get to discover for the first time on your own if you do choose to watch it. It’s the kind of show you can watch with an eagle-eye and sink your teeth into. But it’s also the kind of show if, you would prefer, put on in the background for something entertaining while you do something else. Each episode is about the job at hand but it’s made up of so many moments between the characters that show how much the creators and writers care about them. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll do whatever it is you do when something Soft and Wonderful happens that makes your heart melt. I am so beyond grateful for Leverage. It’s everything I always wanted in a show. Nearly every show I’ve watched in the past 10 years has disappointed me in some way, usually either because the writers run out of steam or characters who I love are treated poorly or given some kind of unnecessary “shock value” arc. Leverage doesn’t do that. Leverage is what it says on the bottle. Fandom isn’t something I joined because I needed canon fix-its. Fandom only enhances and celebrates an already excellent canon. 

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A Change in Perspective (4/13)

Nandor goes to the witches for help with him vampire depression, and gets a potion that will help him figure out what he needs to be happy. It's not all smooth sailing--he may not like what the potion has to say, and everyone may not love the changes he's about to make, and no one can ever, ever find out that he went to the semen-stealing witches for help.

But hey. It's better than super slumber.

Clothing shopping wasn't easy. Nandor couldn't see himself in the mirror, for one. He had to rely on Guillermo to describe how he looked, or take pictures on his phone to show him. Of course, he needed to filter Guillermo’s feedback through his own mental translator. Fortunately, Nandor was as well-versed in his familiar as Guillermo was with his master.

Anything Guillermo said was great, or stuttered at, or gushed over went in the pile. Anything Guillermo said looked "fine" went into the garbage, where Guillermo would fish it out and carefully hang it up on the return rack. On very rare occasions, Nandor would try on something that would make Guillermo’s heart skip a beat. Those went in the pile, and also into a little mental file for future reference.

Nandor had been thinking a lot about that kiss.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Guillermo asked. He shuffled the many bags in his hands, trying to find a comfortable way to hold them.

"Guillermo, if you ask me that again I am going to order you to stop asking me that," Nandor said. "Do you need to eat something before we go on? I do not want you to faint." 

"No-What? No. I've never fainted."

"And I do not want you to start now." Nandor halted in front of a store, so suddenly Guillermo walked right by him. Nandor hummed thoughtfully, looking up at the sharply dressed mannequins. Some of them were wearing vests like Guillermo wore. Nandor had always thought those looked very nice.

"You are sure you do not need the human food?"

"If this is our last stop, I can eat when we get home."

"This is our last," Nandor confirmed, and led the way inside.

He liked this one. It was quieter than the other stores and smelled only of leather--no pounding music or artificial perfumes. There was an older, well-dressed man standing at the polished wooden counter; he looked up and gave Nandor a polite nod when he walked in. 

"How can I help you, sir?"

"I would like one of those," Nandor said, pointing at the mannequin. "I am trying something new."

"Yes," the man said, eyeing Nandor's cape. "I can see that."

The changing area was too small for Guillermo to join him, so Nandor had him sit on the little bench outside while Nandor made his selections and got changed. Nandor had gotten halfway through buttoning up a silky shirt the color of old blood when Guillermo spoke.

“Can I ask something?” Guillermo asked.

“No,” Nandor said. There was a pause on the other side of the curtain. “I am kidding, Guillermo; yes, you may ask.”

“Oh,” Guillermo said, sounding more relieved than amused, which was not what Nandor wanted. “I’m just curious what made you decide to update your wardrobe. You’ve been dressing this way the whole time I’ve known you.”

Nandor debated how to answer.

“We used to keep up with the fashions," Nandor said. "Dress like everyone else did, you know. But then it was the nineties and everything was black and fake leather, and it didn’t look good on any of us, so we stopped paying attention. But it is hard to keep track of things when you don't pay attention. Like you!"

"I pay attention," Guillermo protested.

"Yes, but I did not pay attention to you. One second you are this little guy running around shining my shoes and then all of a sudden it is ten years later and you are…you are Guillermo.”

And what a shock that had been.

"So…it’s about remembering when you are?"

Nandor considered this. He felt something tug at the back of his mind, a half-formed idea clamoring to be completed. Remembering when he was…remembering who he was. Something about being here and what was here and not…not…

“No, I think I just want to try a new style.”

“Oh.” There was a silence, but it was the heavy pause of someone weighing their words, of debating what they were about to say and not sure if it was going to go over well. "Do the clothes…make you feel better?"

"No," Nandor said. "I am buying the clothes because I feel better."

"Oh."

"You did the same thing," Nandor said. "I didn't notice at first when it happened, but you did."

"Did what?"

"Dress differently. You never wore those vests and things before you became my bodyguard. And even before that, it was only once you were killing all those assassins you started doing your hair nicely."

"What? There was nothing wrong with how I did my hair, my hair was fine," Guillermo said, surprisingly defensive.

"It is much more flattering this way," Nandor said. "I am saying you look handsome, Guillermo, it is a compliment."

Guillermo's heart skipped a beat so hard, Nandor could hear it through the thick curtain.

"Oh. Um. Thank you."

"You are welcome," Nandor said, trying not to sound too pleased. “Have you ever thought of eyeliner?”

Another heart skip.

“I think you’d look very nice in eyeliner,” Guillermo said, voice suddenly sounding oddly strained.

“Not for me, for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes. You have very nice eyes.”

“I d—That—I—that—I never—I mean—”

Nandor opened the curtain and stepped out. He spread his arms to display the charcoal grey suit, which he thought paired quite well with the red shirt. “What do you think?” 

Guillermo turned bright red. Guillermo dropped the bags. Guillermo made a sound like he had almost swallowed his own tongue.

"I think he likes it," the store clerk said, drily.

"I will take two," Nandor said.