#(ah i do love that second person pov huh)

[looooochie]

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 + 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 | héctor fort

summary: hector fell for his friend's sister.

pairing: hector fort x guiu! reader

y/n your average teenage girl, her life was pretty boring, but there's one part about about it that wasn't boring.

Yeah, she was the younger sister of Marc Guiu. Yes. Marc Guiu Paz.

For some reason, whenever she was seen at the Estadi Olímpic, they always thought of Hector Fort.

Well, if anything, she and Hector were completely DIFFERENT.

You might think, Hector is into the type of girls who wear black, wear short dresses, makeup, yeah.

But, this is how Y/N's style is.

She liked the color pink, liked wearing pants most of the time. Liked Melanie Martinez, liked drawing, and vice versa.

But she was actually Hector's type.

Marc invited his teammates/friends over and everytime this happened, he asked her not to go in his room.

Well, let's see what happens now.

y/n's pov:

I SAT ON my bed, kicking around because my phone was dead, and I wasn't allowed to go in Marc's room.

But as you already know, I wanted to feel like a rebel, and sneak in there. I rolled on the floor, slithering like a snake out of my room and heading to Marc's.

Luckily, the door was slightly open so I could get in there. Without being noticed, actually.

From what I could see, Marc and his friends, were sitting on his bed.

Marc was the one playing the game and one wad sitting on his gaming chair, and the other was sitting on the floor.

I slither on the carpet amd get ready to scare my brother. God, I was gonna get him so good.

I popped up from behind him, practically jumpscaring him, and put my hands on his shoulders.

"BOO!" I say, as Marc gently screamed at dropped the controller, which paused the game.

He stopped for a few seconds before turning to me, looking pissed and he crossed his arms.

"Hermana, ¿no te dije que no entraras en mi habitación cuando mis amigas están cerca? (Sis, did I not tell you not to come in my room when my friends are around?)" he said, still pretty upset.

"Oh, entonces así será, ¿eh? ¿No puedo entrar a la habitación de mi hermano sin su permiso? Sí claro. (Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh? I can't go in my brother's room without his permission? Yeah, right.)" I responded, putting an arm on his shoulder.

"Aquí hay algunas palabras simples. No entres a mi habitación cuando mis amigos estén aquí. (Here are a few simple words. Don't come into my room when my friends are here.)" Marc replied, slapping my hand off his shoulder.

"Ah, bueno, adiós entonces. (Oh well, bye then.)" I shrugged, and went on my way to my room again.

"Esperar! (Wait!)"

I look back to see Hector, it looked like he tried to get my attention.

"¿Quieres jugar videojuegos con nosotros? (Do you wanna play video games with us?)" Hector asked me, he then scooted up a little on Marc's bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.

Marc had his mouth open in shock. I smile and go to sit next to Hector, then Marc looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Sólo tienes suerte porque Héctor está aquí. Nunca más volverás a sentarte en mi cama. (You're only lucky because Hector is here. You're never going to sit on my bed again.)" he said, glaring at me.

I simply ignored it, and began playing video games with Lamine, Pau, Hector and Marc.

2nd person's pov:

EVER SINCE THAT day, Hector somehow always managed to convince Marc to let him hang out with you. And you slowly started to develop feelings for Hector, it was a slow process.

I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him?

He's got the face of a practical angel, brown hair, dark eyes, what else?

You were watching all of Melanie Martinez's music videos, on repeat to be precise. Then you got a text for Hector.

(DA HECK-)

Ey

y/n

sí?

meet me at the park

por qué?

come on, just do it

fine

You ran to the park to see Hector sitting there. You waved at him and he waved back at you and you ran towards him, and laid on the grass with him.

"So, what was so important?" you asked, sitting up on the grass.

"Uh y/n.. I have to tell you something." he replied, taking both your hands, and cupping them together.

You blushed, not having a clue what was happening.

"Look, I've been meaning to tell you this for a really long time. I'm sorry if it's too sudden but, I.. like you Y/N. You don't have to like me back if you don't I understa-" you cut him off by hugging him tightly and then cupping his cheeks.

"Yo también te amo, Héctor." you replied, and began kissing him gently.

You ran your fingers through his hair and his arms around your waist. This felt magical, amazing, good, the list is endless.

Hector and you pull apart, blushing madly.

"If you're wondering 'What am I gonna tell Marc' Don't worry amor, I'll tell him so you won't have to." Hector said.

"Gracias." you reply, and pull him into another hug.

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[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Princess

Forbidden love chapter 3 Previous chapter next chapter

Summary: Professor!Emily x fem!student reader have a mini date night

Word count: 3.1k

TW: smut, kissing i think that it? lmk if i’m missing any

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female reader

A/N: finally a longer chapter! btw this is my first time writing smut so please tell me if it’s shit! Also my exams are finished for this year so helpfully school doesn’t take up too much of my time anymore and I can prioritise writing more! Love you all and thank you for everyone reading this story and being patient with my dodgey upload schedule! <3

Masterlist

Criminal Minds masterlist Emily Prentiss masterlist

Emily pov: 

My hands ran over my face as I let out an exasperated sigh, it had been a long day. Marking tests while having to solve a case isn’t my ideal way to spend then week but it’s how I spent it. Just as I was about to pack my things away and go home for the day there was a knock at my office door, I internally groaned at the noise. “Come in!” I said to the person on the other side.

”Hey, sorry, I know you’ve had a long day but the student that’s meant to shadow us is here, what’s her name? Umm, y/n?” JJ said to me, looking genuinely sorry for throwing yet another task on me today.

”Oh yeah, I totally forgot about the meeting, send her in thanks Jay.” I smile politely at her, wishing that I could tell her that she actually just made my day a whole lot better. 

“Yeah of course, also, we’re going to the bar, we could wait for you?” 

“Ah no don’t worry about it, I’ll catch you all next time. Thank you for the invitation though!”

She nodded her head and walked out of my office leaving the door ajar just for it to swing open again, revealing the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Y/n obviously. 

“Hi, heard you’ve had quite the day huh?” Her eyes stayed on mine as she shut the door behind her before coming to my desk and sitting down. 

“You could definitely say that although, it did just get a whole lot better.” I smirk at the blush that coats her face when I say this, she’s so easy to make blush and I love it. 

“I’m glad I could help.” She says sheepishly. I lean forward and her eyes dart to my cleavage before going back to my eyes.

”Glad you realised my eyes are up here honey.” My voice laced with a teasing tone. Yet again, her cheeks darken with a red tint. 

“It pains me to cut our little game short but, we actually have something to talk about sweetheart.” I then went on to explain how everything will work with her shadowing our work: who she will be shadowing (mainly me but, she will rotate a little), what the dress code is, what she can do etc. Boring stuff. The more interesting thing is mainly experience in the field, helping with the profile and getting hands on experience. 

After our meeting was over I walked out with her considering I was planning to leave anyway, as the lift doors closed my hand found hers and I bought it up to mine to kiss. “How’d you get here?” I asked, praying she would say some form of public transport so I could have an excuse to take her home (or to mine, I didn’t mind either). 

“Bus, which was stupid looking back because they don’t run this far out, this late.” She said while leaning into my touch, savouring the time we had together. As soon as the doors ding we pull away and continued walking. 

“It’s okay, I’ll take you home, or to mine if you’d like?” I feel like I whispered the last part because she doesn’t answer for a second. 

“I’d love to go to your place, if it’s not too much of an ask.” I look at her endearingly, shocked at how polite she is. 

“Love, I offered, of course it’s no trouble.” A warm smile spread across her cheeks as I said that and as if it was infectious, one formed on my lips too. 

<<>>

Reader pov:

As I sunk into Emily’s passenger seat I couldn’t help but think how tonight would go, I mean it’s the second time we’re having dinner together and I’m going to hope I get an offer to stay over so, probably the first time I’m staying round. Ugh, I’m thinking too much. I’ll just let the night take me, where the night takes me. 

“You okay there?” She asks glancing away from the road for a sec to check on me (which made me melt). 

“Yeah I’m fine, just thinking that’s all.” I say gently resting my hand on hers on the gear stick, however, she pulls her hand from under mine and places it on top of mine instead, it’s becoming a little tradition of ours now. 

“Are you sure? Don’t want you worrying that pretty little head of yours.” I, yet again, start smiling at her words and a rose tint covers my cheeks. 

“I’m sure, thank you for checking though em.” The nickname rolls off my tongue accidentally, never having actually called her it before, and I realise that maybe I crossed a line as soon as I said it but she only smiled brightly at me. 

“Em, huh?” She teased.

”If thats okay with you.” I say suddenly self conscious.

”It’s perfectly fine with me darling.” She squeezed my hand that was covered by hers and kept driving, beaming her perfect smile the whole way to her house. 

<<>> 

When we reached her house I walked in and was welcomed by an adorable black cat running at my feet. 

“That’s Sergio, he isn’t great with strangers so don’t be hurt if he doesn’t warm up straight away.” She said lovingly as I bent down to pet him. To both of our surprise he nuzzled into my hand and started purring.  

“Wow, you must be special princess.” She said as her arm hooked around my waist as I rose to my feet again, Sergio still circling my feet. 

“I must be!” I say slightly exhilarated that A) she just called me princess and B) her cat likes me! That’s definitely a good sign. 

As I walked into her house I had to make sure my mouth didn’t hang open too much because her house was gorgeous. Open plan and sleek, but not super blinding white like all those modern houses, the coziest looking sofa ever, a fully decked out kitchen and a hardwood dining table. The entire back wall was large windows which looked out onto her enourmous back garden which was all grass and flowers, there was one of those swinging bench things on the deck, a barbecue and an outside table. Just further out there was a small arch with flowers, ivy and all sorts of shrubbery growing and twirling around it and a small bench perched under it. I spin round and take in everything once more. 

“You like it?” Em says, pouring food into Sergio’s bowl.

”It’s gorgeous, you must be loaded.” I say with a chuckle, poking fun at her for her rustic yet elegant house. 

“Working non-stop for years does pay off when it comes to house buying.” She quips back to me.

I make my way over to her as she places the food down for a very hungry cat. She stands back up and meets me halfway. Her arms find home around my waist as my hands cup the back of her neck. She leans in and steals a quick kiss, leaving me wanting more but pulls away, grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

”Do you know how to cook?” She asks while pulling an Italian cookbook from the countertop. 

“Yes, it’s just about the one thing I can do well.” I respond, curious as to where she’s going with this.

”I find that hard to believe, that you’re not good at other things I mean. But, if you can cook,” She places down the cookbook on a simple homemade pizza recipe and looks at me “Please for the love of god teach me how. I cannot burn down another kitchen.” 

I laugh at her words and quickly realise she’s not joking so I get to work.

”Okay, first we need to get out all the ingredients and measuring equipment, okay?” I question her, she does a cute, short, determined nod to be before going to the cupboards. After asking where a few things were I slowly became accustomed to her kitchen and was able to move around fluidly as I started preparing things.

”Okay, first step…” 

As we made the dough we stole kisses and touches throughout, and threw the occasional heap of flour at the other. I was kneading the dough as she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her soft lips against my neck, featherlight kisses sending shivers up my spine. 

“You’re an amazing cook princess.” She says, voice muffled slightly due to her position.

”Thank you,” I responded as I kept kneading the dough. My arms started to grow tired but I was basically done anyway so I placed the dough in a bowl and draped a towel on top and aired for it to rise. I turn around in her arms and lace my arms around her neck, my back slightly arching into her as she pressed me against the counter.

”We have to let it rise for an hour to an hour and a half now.” I speak between kisses that she keeps planting on my lips, not that I’m complaining. 

“I can think of a few things we can do to fill that time.” A suggestive smirk adorns her face as she talks, heat pooling in my core. The thought of being intimate with Emily was enough to make me cum on its own. I decide to play coy and act as if I don’t know what she’s insinuating. “Oh really? What exactly do you have in mind?”

”Oh I don’t know, some alone time, just you and me, no clothes allowed.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach at her words.

”That sounds fun.” My words come out more breathy than expected as she lowers her head and begins sucking on my pulse point, her teeth harshly pulling and biting before her tongue runs over it to soothe it.

Her lips find their way to mine, a desperate kiss with teeth clashing and biting lips. She guided me away from the counter and lifted me up with ease and carried me to her bedroom. As we got into her room she placed me gently on the bed before kneeling in front of me. 

“Can I take this off?” She signals to my shirt, toying with the buttons already. I nod but she doesn’t move. “I need words princess.”

”God yes, please.” She doesn’t hesitate a second this time, unbuttoning my shirt, nimble fingers working fast. She pulls it off my shoulders and chucks it somewhere to her left. She starts placing soft kisses all over my chest, slowly moving to the swell of my breast that was showing out the top of my bra. Her hands caress my sides and gently move to remove my bra, her fingers hooking round the back and un-clipping it. She helped me remove it and again, tossed it somewhere in the room. Em leaned back for a second, drinking me in. 

“You’re gorgeous love.” Her mouth quickly meets my nipple after her quick and heart warming exchange of words. Her hand came to toy with the other one as I tipped my head back, breathy half-moans leaving my mouth. My hands tangled in her raven locks and pulled her in further. Her mouth migrated to my other boob and she paid that one just as much attention. 

Sly fingers slipped into the waistband of my trousers and she tugged, asking to take them off. I stood up in front of her, her mouth momentarily detached from my breast and made quick work of my trousers. Unzipping them and bringing them down my legs leaving me in just my underwear. I suddenly realise that she’s still fully clothed and pull on her collar just as she did my trousers.

”You want me to take it off baby?” Her tone almost mocking, yet gentle.

”Please, I need to see you.” This answer seemed to satisfy her and she beg and removing her shirt with my help. She rose to her feet and removed her trousers before pulling off her bra and underwear, leaving my core throbbing at the sight of her. She climbed on the bed and sat against the headboard, patting her lap, inviting me over. 

I climbed onto the bed and straight into her lap, relishing in the way her bare skin felt against mine. She leaned in and kissed me hard and desperate. I leaned in to the kiss and welcomed her tongue into my mouth. The feeling of her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth almost made me moan. Her hands held my hips firmly as she began to shift me to straddle one of her thighs. “Have you ever been with a woman before princess?” Her tone, soft and reassuring.

”Once, a few years ago. Haven’t had much action because of school.” My statement made her chuckle, but her eyes seemed to darken a little at the mention of another woman. 

“That’s okay, just like you taught me how to cook, I’ll teach you this.” As she finished her sentence, her hands started moving my hips slowing back and forth, my clothed clit grinding on her toned leg. A small moan slipped past my lips and her smirk widened. “You like that baby? You want more?” I nod vigorously and she switches our positions and lays me down on the bed under her. 

“If you don’t like anything, or want me to stop, say, okay love?” Her hands brush some stray hairs from my face as she talks.

”I will.” She smiles at me and starts kissing me again while her fingers make quick work of pulling down my underwear. My hips lift as she pulls them off, eager for her touch. 

“You’re so pretty y/n/n. You have no idea what you make me feel.” Her fingers trail down to where I need her the most, stroking my inner thigh and teasing my clit.

”You’re breathtaking em.” I say back to her, needing her to know that I feel the exact same way.

She hums in appreciation before she kisses her way down my body, all the way till she gets to my thighs, taking time to mark them with purple marks that won’t fade for a few days, claiming me. 

Her breath fans over my core as she places light kisses on my clit. I can’t hold back anymore and a frustrated whine leaves my lips “Mommy please!” The title rolls off my tongue before I can stop it, I look down to find Emily already looking at me. 

“Quiet baby, mommy will make you feel good. Be a good girl and be patient.” I let out a small shuddering breath at her words, which only made me wetter.

Finally, after so many minutes of teasing her mouth made contact with my clit, licking it gently to get me used to the sensation. A moan left my lips which seemed to spur her on as she then started sucking on my clit hard. “Oh fuck!” I moaned out as my hips instinctively jolted up. Her arm came to rest over my hips, pushing me down so she could continue her actions. Her tongue poked, prodded and swirled my pulsing clit, making me squirm under her. I feel her fingers trailing up my thigh towards my centre, teasing my entrance. “Please, please I need you.” I beg her, needing something more than just my clit.

”What do you need, baby? I won’t know until you say it.” I can practically feel her smirk as she responds to my pleas. 

“I need your fingers inside me mommy please!” I don’t even finish my sentence before her mouth has resumed it’s work on my clit and her two fingers were in my pussy, gently scissoring so I can adjust. Filthy moans left my lips as she kept sucking and began pumping her fingers in and out of my hole. Gently at first but she soon grew impatient and started hammering into me. 

I was a whimpering mess, feeling my release coming soon. I grabbed her hair yet again and pushed her desperately into me, my other hand grabbing the bedsheet as pleasure pulsed through me. “I’m gunna cum. Please, can I cum?” I ask her, giving her doe eyes as I look down.

”Cum on mommy’s face, princess.” All I needed was those words before my hips started grinding to match her pace and I felt that blissful peak wash over me. Her name rolled out of my lips as my back arched and I saw stars. Emily’s tongue lapped at my entrance savouring every last drop she could, eating me out like a starved woman.  

I come back down to earth, panting, feeling wet kisses being trailed up my body before reaching my face. ”You did so good for me, love.” I smile at her words, enjoying the praise and mutter a small “Thank you” Before her lips are on mine yet again. This time, tasting myself on her tongue. I beam dopily up at her, finally grounding myself after the most mind blowing orgasm I’ve had. 

“Mommy?” She questions, breaking the silence. A scarlet hue invades my face, I avoid her gaze by looking at her chest, busying myself with her breasts instead. She captures my chin with her finger and thumb and directs my head up to look at her. “Not that I don’t want you looking down there but, there’s no need to be embarrassed sweetheart. I loved it.” She reassured me.

I pull her in for a sweet kiss this time, not lust filled like our previous. Her alarm on her phone pulls us out of our bubble.

”I almost forgot about the pizza.” I confess admiring the goddess that sits on top of me shutting off the alarm on her phone. 

“Same to be honest, let’s get cleaned up and you can teach me how to make it, yeah?” I nod in response and move to get off the bed, only to be swept off my feet by emily.

”I can walk you know?” I say, secretly loving every second of this.

“I know, but I prefer this.” I laugh softly as she says that. She sets me down and prepares a warm flannel and body wash and gets to work.

Once we’re ready we go back downstairs to the kitchen and continue making out pizza, the evening air filled with laughs, whispers in ears and kisses.

[berryhobii]

Down Bad Part 2 (pjm x reader)

Pairing: fuckboy!Park Jimin x black!female!fuckgirl!Reader

Word Count: 3.8K+

Warnings: none really. Mentions of previous sexual intercourse, mentions of foursomes, drinking(not explicit), all of this is from Jimin’s POV and his internal crisis, he’s really going through it

A/N: Hi loves! I’m back with Part 2 of Down Bad. Lots of people have been requesting it so here it is. Part 3 will be the final chapter where everything comes to it’s crest😈please look forward to it. Just to clarify, Jimin does have some thoughts that I don’t condone AT ALL. In order to progress the plot, he does continue to pursue reader so if you’re uncomfortable with that, please don’t continue reading. It will be the driving force of the story. Anyway, thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy! Much love🩵🩵

~

“Hyung!”

Yoongi almost flung his cereal bowl across the room as his front door suddenly slammed open and Jimin burst inside.

“Jimin, what the hell?” Yoongi cursed, heart hammering like a stampede in his chest.

“Hyung, I need to ask you something.”

Yoongi sputtered. “W-what? How the hell did you get in my house?”

Jimin waved a hand. “I bribed Seokjin hyung with GrubHub but that’s not important. I need to talk to you.”

He was dreaming, he had to be. There was no way Jimin just let himself in without calling or texting first. And he was going to kill Seokjin!

“You just broke into my house. How is that not important?” Yoongi pointedly quipped.

Jimin groaned. “Focus, hyung. Look, I need to ask you about y/n.”

Breaking and entering aside, Yoongi acknowledged what Jimin was asking.

Yoongi walked over to his couch to sit down, motioning for Jimin to follow. “y/n? What about her?” He scooped some cereal into his mouth.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair. He’s been doing that more often than usual, your impact on him stressing him out.

“Why doesn’t she date?”

Ah. Yoongi realized where this was going. A smirk twitched at his lips and Jimin had a flashback to you. That god damn smirk.

“She put it on you, huh?” Yoongi chuckled with a shake of his head. He knew this was going to happen. Mainly because he went through the same thing about 2 years ago—the anxiety, the pacing, even the brief addiction to wondering what you were up to.

You were dangerous. Intoxicating. Almost unhealthy.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty good lover but you were on another fucking level. Your head game, pussy, aftercare; all top tier. He thought he was in love for a second and maybe he was but unfortunately, you weren’t the type of woman that wanted to be tied down.

“You’re sweet but I’m not looking for a relationship. Like ever. I’ll see you around though. Get home safe. Bye.”

Then you closed the door in his face and he went through the motions much like his good friend was right now.

It was hard not to get addicted to you.

Jimin groaned again, burying his face in his hands. “She was so good, hyung. I don’t even remember some of it because apparently, I passed out.”

Yoongi whistled. “Damn. I didn’t pass out but I did sleep for like 10 hours afterward. I even missed work. She definitely tires you out.” Yoongi sniggered, recalling the almost coma you put him in after that night. He was just lucky you didn’t put him out while he was practically dead on his feet. You made coffee, a light breakfast, and even let him take a shower to wake himself up more. You were a really nice and attentive person.

Jimin leaned back against the couch. “So why doesn’t she date?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

“Aren’t you two friends?” Jimin quizzed with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. Her job is like a block from mine. We meet up for lunch sometimes and I help her fix things around her apartment.”

There’s some information he didn’t know he really wanted. So you two were pretty close?

“And you haven’t slept together again?”

Yoongi shook his head, finishing his milk and then placing the bowl down on the coffee table.

“Nope. After our first time, I just gave up. Didn’t want to overstep, you know? She said she doesn’t sleep with the same person twice or something.”

Oh god. You had the same rule he did?! Now that he was hearing it, he realized how fucking dumb that rule was!

Yoongi could see the internal conflict Jimin was going through. He had the same problem back then. Even now sometimes, he wondered what he could do to get you but he respected you too much. You were sexy and confident, yes but you were also a great friend and someone he didn’t want to lose.

“Look, man. It’s best if you just forget about her. Nothing good will come from forcing yourself into her life.”

Jimin slumped further into the couch. He knew that. He liked you but he wasn’t the type to overstep any boundaries like that.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Yoongi broke it.

“Did she do that two handed twist thing on your dick?”

“Oh my god! It was insane!”

~

After that talk with Yoongi, Jimin decided to forget about you.

He went to work. He went to his classes and did his homework. He hung out with his friends……

And that’s it.

“You’ve been acting weird.” Taehyung suddenly stated one night when the two were hanging out on his couch. Jimin had shown up with fried chicken and beer out of the blue. Taehyung was actually kind of shocked to see him since Jimin was normally at a bar or a party on Friday nights.

Now that he thought about it, Jimin’s been at his place every weekend for the past month.

Something was up.

Jimin chewed the food in his mouth before swallowing, hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks currently working on stealing from someone else on Monopoly GO.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve been here every weekend for a month. Why aren’t you at a party or something?”

Jimin made a noise of offense. “You say that like you don’t like spending time with me. I thought we were soulmates.” He cried dramatically with a pout.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “We are but we haven’t spent this much time together in a while. Are you okay?”

Jimin went back to his game. “I’m fine. I just haven’t been feeling like going out.”

Okay, was hell freezing over or something? Jimin doesn’t feel like going out? Taehyung’s known Jimin for many many years and out of all of that time, he’s never known for Jimin to be a homebody. Taehyung was the homebody, Jimin was the party crasher. That was their dynamic and he’d be damned if he let Jimin take over his title.

“Alright, spill it.”

Jimin cursed under his breath at not finding another key before asking, “spill what?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes. Was Jimin really about to play stupid with him? He was used to Jimin actually doing stupid things, fake stupidity wasn’t in his nature.

Then he remembered something.

“You never told me how it went with you and that y/n girl. You normally give me a play by play of all of your one night stands.”

He saw how Jimin’s shoulders stiffened.

Bingo.

“Tell me. What happened?”

Jimin tossed back the remainder of his beer and then went to shove another piece of chicken in his mouth.

Taehyung snatched the box away, taking his phone as well.

“Come on, man! Just tell me.”

Jimin swallowed before sighing. He knew he couldn’t keep it from his best friend any longer.

“Nothing much happened. It was fine.” He lied because something very much happened and it was way more than just fine.

His eyes burned holes into Jimin’s face. He didn’t understand why Jimin was withholding. Jimin was never tight lipped when it came to spilling his escapades. The detail he’d put into it would make Taehyung feel like he was actually there.

So why was he being so secretive now?

“Alright,, get up.” Taehyung ordered, standing to his feet.

Jimin’s eyebrows jumped up. “Why?”

“We’re going out.”

“Going out? Where?”

Taehyung hauled him up by his arm, pushing him down the hall to the bedroom to find them something suitable to wear. Jimin left some of his clothes here just in case, mainly pajamas or casual clothes but he had a few going out pieces for those crazy moments. Like that time a girl ripped Jimin’s shirt off of him and he had to walk back to Taehyung’s house with tattered clothes hanging off his body.

Taehyung ruffled through the space in his closet where Jimin’s clothes hung, pulling out a simple button up and jeans.

He shoved the clothes in Jimin’s arms. “Tae, wait. I don’t really feel like-“

Taehyung interjected, “no, I’m done watching you act like someone you’re not. You need to go out and have fun. Get laid.”

“You’re the one always telling me to stop having so much sex but now you want me to?” Jimin asked incredulously.

Taehyung huffed. “I’ve never told you to not get laid. I tell you to stop treating women that way. How would you like it if someone just used you and put you out?”

Oh the irony. If only he knew….

Luckily, Jungkook had responded to Taehyung’s text and gave them the address to a small party on his college campus. Jimin’s complaints and refusals fell on deaf ears as Taehyung all but shoved him into an Uber and then they were on their way to the party.

The space was pretty lowkey and the party wasn’t as crazy as Jimin was used to; just people gathered around talking and drinking and making out. He didn’t really know if that was a good or bad thing yet. It could be good since it meant he could probably just sink into himself and stay quiet but it could also be bad since there wasn’t enough distractions to give him an opportunity to sneak away. Either way, he didn’t really want to be here.

Jungkook approached them with a loud greeting, a cute girl under his arm. “What’s up guys? Glad you can make it.” He gave both of them one of those handshake/hugs before turning his attention to the girl. “This is Lila.”

She gave a small wave and smile. “Hi.” To which Taehyung and Jimin greeted her back.

“So make yourselves comfortable. We have plenty of drinks and food and I think Hoseok should be coming back with more people soon.”

“Cool.” Taehyung nodded while Jimin was scouting out the nearest exit. He needed to get the hell out of here.

Breaking him from his thoughts of escape, Taehyung grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the drink table to grab a beer from the cooler before taking him to sit down on a small collection of couches.

Jimin’s nerves were on 100. He didn’t know why he wanted to leave so badly. Parties were his stomping grounds, right? What exactly was he so afraid of? Had you really knocked him off his mojo that badly?

Taehyung could also see the way Jimin was reacting and he didn’t like it. While he didn’t always agree with Jimin’s lifestyle, that didn’t mean he wanted him to change. This new reclusive and jumpy Jimin was not the man he’s known since childhood. Something definitely happened with that girl he went with a while ago but what?

Scanning the small party, Taehyung spotted a group of girls all laughing and enjoying drinks. One of them glanced over, making eye contact with Taehyung, her lashes fluttering in a flirty way.

Taehyung nudged a slumped down Jimin with his elbow, motioning to the girls. “Look. She’s cute, huh? Why don’t you go talk to her?”

Jimin looked in that direction, finding all of the girls looking now, their giggles ringing out when he made contact. Judging by their intimate touches between each other, they were definitely down for some girl on girl action. Normally, he would have already made his way over to see if a foursome was in the cards but now, that didn’t seem plausible. Ugh, past him would be beating his ass for turning down a potential opportunity to sleep with 3 girls at once.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look! They’re practically in kissing distance of one another! You could get between all that!”

Jimin sighed, averting his eyes and sipping his beer. He just wasn’t in the mood tonight. He appreciated Taehyung for his attempts but he just doesn’t think he could-

OH SHIT!

Jimin’s beer clattered to the floor, his hands coming up to cover his face with his leather jacket. Taehyung startled at Jimin’s sudden movement, eyebrow raising at the sight of Jimin attempting to hide himself. What the hell was going on?

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung probed with a frown, looking around at what could be causing Jimin’s turtle act.

Jimin’s heart was going crazy in his chest, his mind racing as he tried to will himself to turn invisible.

This is not happening right now, his wild mind thought.

You were here. You were ACTUALLY here! Even through his panic, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked; a white shirt paired with a olive green overall skirt that hugged your curves in a delicious way, cute lace up heels on your feet. Your hair was still straight and black but this time was styled up into a simple ponytail.

He knew something was telling him not to leave the house! Just what were the chances that you’d appear at the exact same party he was at? He was relieved that this was a smaller party since he doubted you would even hang out at places like this but it was like the universe was conspiring against him. Had all of his bad deeds finally caught up to bite him on the ass? He thought stopping that lifestyle would bring him some good luck but he guessed he was wrong. So very very wrong.

It was bad enough that you were in the same vicinity as him but what was even worse was the piece of man candy you had on your arm. Who the hell was that?!

No time to think about that now! Jimin has to get the hell out of here. “Tae, we have to leave. Now.”

“Wha-why? Are you feeling okay?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. We just need to leave.” He rushed out panicked, eyes working overtime trying to map out an escape route. That was becoming hard though since you and this guy had positioned yourself next to the alcohol area which was right by the door. And this space was very open which means he could see the entire room. Any chance of leaving unseen would be practically impossible.

Should he just wait it out and hope you don’t notice him and then he could sneak out? Or should he just risk you seeing him and race out now? Both posed a possibility of you noticing him and of him having a heart attack.

And of course, luck was not on his damn side because Jungkook and Lila made their way over to them with Hoseok in tow. The loud men crashed down onto the empty couches around the small coffee table and Jimin could have pulled all his hair out. Did they have to bring all of that over here?!

“Whoa Park Jimin? I wasn’t expecting you to come here. You’re normally at a club or a bar!” Hoseok loudly bellowed with a bright smile. Jimin winced at how loudly Hoseok announced his name.

Nervously chuckling, Jimin croaked out a, “yeah…..strange, isn’t it?”

“But hey, don’t worry. There’s some totally hot trim here. See those girls over there?” Hoseok motioned behind them over to 3 women Taehyung pointed out earlier. “They’re always down for a foursome.”

I fucking knew it! Go over there, you sad sack of shit!

“Ah yeah. Maybe.”

“Hey is that Namjoon?” Jungkook observed, squinting his eyes to confirm if it was really the person he thought it was. Raising his hand, he called out, “Yo, Namjoon!”

And you wouldn’t believe who Namjoon fucking was! YEAH! It was the guy you had arrived with! Had all of Jimin’s bad luck he’ll ever accumulate over his life gathered right now to royally fuck him over?

Namjoon looked up from your eyes, looking in the direction of where his name was being called from. A smile spreading across his face at the familiar sight of his friends. He said something to you before BOTH OF YOU began making your way to their small group.

Yup, the universe was definitely pointing their fingers and laughing at him right now.

You and Namjoon reached their group, Hoseok and Jungkook standing to give him a handshake/hug.

“Hobi this party is pretty tame, even for you. Did daddy’s credit card finally hit its limit?”

Hoseok cackled, not at all offended by Namjoon’s joke. “Nah but the campus police have. That last party caused someone to break their arm so I’m on a warning. Gotta keep it lowkey, you know?”

“True. Thanks for the invite anyway. I hope it’s okay that I brought a friend.”

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

“This is y/n.”

You waved at the group, eyes flittering over Jimin who was still trying incredibly hard to make himself invisible. Grinning, you purred, “It’s a pleasure.”

Jimin shivered at the sound of your voice, that same voice that whispered in his ear as you rode him into oblivion just weeks ago. It’s been haunting his dreams(both wet ones and daydreams) ever since you put him out and now that it was filling his ears once again, it felt 10 times more impactful and nerve racking. As if your presence wasn’t already sending him into a manic spiral, now he had to hear that seductive voice? And he just knew you were staring him down with those piercing eyes.

Everything felt too out of control. Jimin needed to leave.

Taehyung glanced from Jimin to you a few times before he finally remembered who you were.

“Hey, aren’t you Yoongi’s friend?”

Jimin’s eyes widened so much that they could have bulged out of his head like a Looney Toons cartoon. Shut the hell up! Out of all the times for Taehyung’s loner ass to be confident enough to start conversation, it had to be now!?

Moving your gaze from Jimin to Taehyung, you answered, “I am. What a small world. I think I remember you from the bar.”

“I was there too!” Jungkook announced while excitedly waving his hand which made everyone laugh. Except Jimin who didn’t find anything funny.

Namjoon and you went to sit down on the couch next to Hoseok which was right across from Jimin and Taehyung.

Thankfully, Hoseok bounced the conversation somewhere else which meant they didn’t have to recount what happened in the bar. Jimin knew Taehyung and probably Jungkook knew that he went home with you but he was grateful neither of them mentioned it.

The redirected conversation gave Jimin an opportunity to not obsess over you and Namjoon getting cozy just across from him.

With your leg tossed over Namjoon’s, you leaned forward to whisper something in his ear, dimples indenting his cheeks at whatever you said. His hand stroked up and down your leg, sometimes playing with the hem of your skirt.

Jimin’s own leg bounced up and down, a strange feeling bubbling in his belly as he watched you two. It felt different than anything else he’s ever felt before.

Something hotter. Something intense. Something ugly.

The feeling rose with every caress, every giggle, every light kiss you shared with Namjoon. And when you locked eyes with Jimin as Namjoon whispered in your ear, that’s when he realized what it was.

Envy.

Staring directly at Jimin with that annoying ass smirk, you continued to exchange heavy pets with Namjoon. It was like you were taunting him, dangling a carrot right in front of his face and then swiping it away.

Your gaze said it all.

You can’t have me.

Suddenly standing to his feet, he stalked out away from the group and out the door.

The others were confused by his sudden departure.

“Is he okay?” Hoseok asked Taehyung who frowned.

“I don’t know. I’ll go see. I’ll catch you guys later.” After a chorus of goodbyes, Taehyung followed Jimin out. He looked around once he made it outside, finding Jimin’s receding figure walking down the street. “Jimin! Wait!”

But Jimin didn’t stop, hands stuffed in his pockets and mouth mumbling various curses about you and Namjoon. What the hell was wrong with him? He had finally managed to convince himself that he had forgotten about you and that you didn’t affect him anymore but just the sight of you with another man had crumbled any semblance of control he thought he had. You had barely done anything and you had him acting like this.

Taehyung eventually caught up with his friend, extending his stride to keep up with him.

“Hey what’s up?”

Jimin shook his head, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. “Just leave it, Taehyung. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Somethings going on with you. I can’t just leave it when it has you acting so strange and it’s not good for you to repress whatever you’re feeling. You can talk to me.”

“I said drop it.” Jimin seethed.

“But-“

Jimin finally snapped, abruptly stopping and whipping around to face Taehyung. “God damn it, Taehyung! Fine, you want to know what’s happening? y/n and I had sex and it was so fucking amazing that I can stop thinking about her! But apparently she has that same only fuck once rule that I have and it’s driving me fucking crazy!” He tugged at his hair, breath speeding up as he finally ranted about what’s been bothering him. “I’ve been avoiding going out because she absolutely wrecked me and I can’t even think about sex with anyone else! I also wanted to avoid seeing her since I know she hangs around the college bars and clubs. Then she just had to show up tonight with a new guy. It was just too much, Tae.”

His tone softened towards the end, his anger dissipating into the soul crushing reality that you really had a hold over him.

Taehyung sighed. He honestly didn’t really know what to do or say. This was a situation he’s never been confronted with and he was sure he could say the same for Jimin. He’s never seen his friend be so torn up over a girl. Admittedly, it did seem a little shallow since Jimin was just acting like this over good sex but who was Taehyung to invalidate anyone’s feelings?

“Look, it was one time. I understand it was really good but you can’t act like this over one girl, especially one you don’t really like. It was just sex. It’s not like you’re dating or pursuing a relationship. I suggest you just forget about her.”

Jimin paused.

Wait a second. Taehyung was right, you two weren’t dating nor was Jimin pursuing you. Why didn’t you date? Yoongi didn’t know and you’ve been friends with him for a while so why? He knows Yoongi told him to just leave you alone but he just couldn’t.

Jimin was going to break you. He was going to figure out what made you tick, how to dismantle that cool facade you kept on, and he was going to make you break all of your own rules.

[halitomorrow]

Hola! Finally, this story is worthy enough to be published TwT

Actually, this is just a story made for fun, it's been a long time, May 2022 to be precise. It contains a few headcanons that don't really interfere with the core of the story, also seasoned with some fanart to liven up the atmosphere UwU

Please forgive me if there are inappropriate word choices. Because I'm not good at English and asked for help from the internet to translate it :'

And I hope you guys like it :3

When Lucifer is Stressed

Obey Me: Shall We Date belongs to NTT Solmare Corp.

Story & art by Hali Tomorrow

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One day, at the residence of seven demon brothers, precisely in the corridor, someone could be seen casually whistling while walking through the hallway. Upon arriving at his destination, he stopped whistling and knocked on the door in front of him...

Knock knock knock

Mammon: It's me Mammon~

And he opened the door without waiting for the room's owner to answer...

Mammon: Yoo, Lucifer--

Lucifer: UGHHHHHHHH

Lucifer, the eldest and strongest demon among the seven demon brothers, was sitting at his quite spacious desk with piles of books and papers on it, massaging his forehead. From his furrowed brows, closed eyes, and downturned mouth, it seemed like he was under a lot of stress...

Mammon: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I know you don't like me, but do you really gotta COMPLAIN that hard?!

Lucifer: Mammon, I'm not joking...

Mammon: I ain't joking either, ya know?! I worked hard to lift my mood up and you brought it down so damn easily! Of course I'm serious about this!

Lucifer: ...I'm sorry

Mammon: Uh-oh, you don't often say sorry to me

Suddenly it was quiet. Lucifer stopped massaging his forehead and continued reading the papers on his desk one by one. Mammon, the second eldest brother who was famous for his love of money, didn't like the silence, but he didn't know what topic to discuss either...

Lucifer: What brings you here?

Mammon: --Ah, yeah! Of course, to help you out! (?)

Lucifer: ...?

Confused by his spontaneous response, Mammon could only continue his conversation...

Mammon: Ya! You know what? 'Cause my mood was so good earlier, I ain't gonna steal--cough--borrow your credit card today. Instead, I'll help you out with your problems!

Lucifer: ...

It seems like Lucifer doesn't believe Mammon's words, just like the perpetrator himself. Whatever he's thinking, he knows very well that his older brother doesn't like to have his feelings played with, yet he still offers something that could potentially turn against him...

Mammon: Oh come on! There must be something bugging ya right now! You can spill it to me! That'll help lighten your load a bit!

Lucifer: Hm... (leaning back in his chair)

Lucifer starts to go along with the flow he created. If continued, Mammon's life may be spared this time...

Mammon: What's got ya so stressed out like this? Hm, hm? ...Oh! Don't tell me you just realized that Lord Diavolo piled you up with too many tasks!

Oh no, he's bringing up the wrong person's name. This time Mammon's life got a red card...

Lucifer: ...That's not it

Mammon, who was already sweating a little, was surprised to hear that response...

Lucifer: ...It's not because of Lord Diavolo

Mammon: ...So?

Lucifer: ...It's about Satan...

Their fourth sibling, Satan, is famous for his hatred towards Lucifer. Of course, Mammon immediately understood what was happening...

Lucifer: He came here earlier

Mammon: Huh? What's his purpose in coming to see you?

Lucifer: Well...

FLASHBACK

[LUCIFER POV ON]

It was 2:00 AM and I was still awake at my desk with a pile of tasks that needed to be checked. It was very quiet, I could even hear the sound of my pen scratching against the paper very clearly.

Knock knock knock

I heard someone knocking on the door of my room. I assumed it was Mammon, but suddenly I hesitated because he didn't immediately burst in after knocking like he usually does. That person remained silent outside. Could it be Barbatos, Lord Diavolo's loyal servant? Or was it Lord Diavolo himself who came directly to my room? But why stay silence? At least he would call out to me so I could recognize him...

Knock knock knock

He knocked again. It seems I have to open the door for him. I approached the door and opened it. I was surprised to see who visited me so early in the morning like this...

He entered and sat on the couch near the entrance door, and I sat across from him. I was curious about his sudden visit. There must be a serious matter he wanted to talk about. But he remained silent in his place. Perhaps someone had to start the conversation...

Lucifer: What's wrong, Satan?

Satan: ...There's something I want to ask you

Lucifer: What is it?

Satan: Please tell me again... How was I born?

I didn't expect that question. We demons living in Devildom, even some angels and humans know that Satan hates this topic. He doesn't want to be associated with me who gave birth to him, certainly because he hates me. Even so, he sometimes appreciates me. So, to satisfy his curiosity, I started telling the story.

It started with me being angry at God's treatment towards me and my other siblings. I, an angel who fell from heaven and had become a demon at that time, couldn't forgive Him. Anger and resentment filled me, making me want to destroy something. Feelings of annoyance, envy, anger, disappointment, and desire for revenge gathered into one. I wanted to explode the entire universe. I gathered all the power I had, getting bigger and bigger, and boom

Everything was silent, making me sure everything was destroyed. When I opened my eyes, instead of seeing a black landscape, I saw a living creature with a human form, yellow-haired with emerald iris, horned and black-green tailed standing in front of me. He was proof of my anger that lived. Therefore, he was named Satan

He fell silent after listening to my story. Maybe he was trying to accept the fact that he was a part of me that he hated. I could understand him, so I let him struggle with his thoughts...

Satan: So... I am your child?

Lucifer: Yes, technically, I am your parent

He fell silent again. I wanted to tell him that this was not a good topic to discuss now, but he immediately spoke up...

Satan: Because you gave birth to me, that means you are my mom

Lucifer: I prefer if you replace that with father

Satan: ...Okay, Father

Lucifer: ...I take back my words. It feels weird when you call me that. Just call me like usual

Satan: Okay, Dad

Lucifer: ...

Satan: Dad?

Lucifer: ...Satan

Satan: ...Father

Lucifer: Satan!

Satan: Okay, okay, I'm sorry, MOM

Lucifer: SATAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!

[LUCIFER POV OFF]

FLASHBACK END

Lucifer: I don't understand his thought process. At first, he acted like everything was very serious, and he could also make me feel his tension. But in the end, he used the situation to make me very angry. I don't know what he wants...

Lucifer rubbed his throbbing temples while groaning. And he glanced at his interlocutor...

Lucifer: ...What do you think, Mammon?

The one being asked put his hands on his hips and covered his mouth with one hand...

Lucifer: ...Don't even try to laugh--

Mammon: --BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! You! Pfft! Satan--and he was--!! No wonder it was so noisy this morning! I thought something was up, but it turned out to be you two! Pfff--HAHAHAHA!! GREAT JOB! AWESOME! HAHAHAHAHA!

BONK!

Mammon got a bump on his head for his behavior earlier...

Lucifer: Still want to laugh?

Mammon: ...Sorry, Onii-sama... T^T

Lucifer: So, what do you think? What's wrong with Satan?

Mammon: Yeah, in my opinion, you're the stupid one

It seems like Mammon forgot about the bump on his head, that's why he could say it so casually...

Lucifer: What did you say?

Mammon: You're STUPID. Don't you remember what Satan has been saying all along?

Lucifer: ...Hah?

Mammon: "I'll do anything to make Lucifer angry." Don't you understand what that means?

Lucifer tried to remember Satan's distinctive words and began to understand...

Lucifer: ...To make me angry... he's willing to do anything... even suicide--

Mammon: Hey hey hey, you're overthinkin' it! And like you just said, to make you angry, he's willin' to do anything. Anything! So, it can be concluded that...

Mammon intentionally paused, asking Lucifer to continue his words...

Mammon: It can be concluded that Satan is...

Lucifer: Satan is what?

Mammon: Ahh, you ain't no fun to talk to. It can be concluded that Satan really likes to see you gettin' angry!

Lucifer: Oh...

Finally, everything makes sense. From his actions, attitudes, and words, it's very clear that Satan wants to make Lucifer angry all the time...

Lucifer: But what's the point of making me angry? He's the one who will suffer later

Mammon: Come on, you don't get it! The feeling of pleasure after making someone you hate angry is totally different from the feeling of pleasure you get when Lord Diavolo invites you for tea!

Lucifer: Why do you keep bringing up Lord Diavolo's name--

Mammon: The point is, Satan's gonna be happy seein' you gettin' all riled up!

Lucifer really wanted to hit the person who was currently in front of him for just cutting off his words. But the pain in his head made that intention buried...

Lucifer: Do you have any suggestions to make him stop doing that?

Mammon: Hmm... Let me think about it first...

There was a moment of silence until Mammon spoke again...

Mammon: Aha! How 'bout tryin' to stop bein' angry?

Lucifer: Stop being angry?

Mammon: Yep! When he does somethin' that annoys you, hold back your anger. He'll stop botherin' you 'cause you ain't givin' him the reaction he wants. Try showin' a different expression. Like...

Lucifer: ...Crying?

Mammon: Crying??

Suddenly, Mammon imagined a scene of Lucifer crying after Satan teased him in his head. It looked briefly like a little child whining because he was bothered by another child....

Mammon: Pfff--yeah, yeah! Just try it, pffft--!!

BONK!

Now the bump on Mammon's head has reached two levels, but he still keeps a serious face even though he's actually holding back the pain...

Mammon: No, no. Don't cry, that'll be weird... Oh! How 'bout laughing?

Lucifer: I don't think laughing is the appropriate response

Mammon: No! Just try it! Next time when Satan annoys you, don't get angry. Pretend that what he did actually makes you happy. And if possible, laugh it off! The point is, don't get mad 'cause your anger is like his daily meal

Lucifer fell silent, thinking about the success rate of Mammon's plan from his perspective. Meanwhile, the proposer of the idea started laughing for no apparent reason...

Mammon: Ahahaha, no doubt about it. This Great Mammon's strategy is unbeatable, yeah!

Lucifer: It doesn't seem like it will work

Mammon: --Hah?! Why don't you believe in Great Mammon's plan?! Everything that comes outta this mouth is always 100% facts! So believe me, after this, Satan's gonna stop botherin' you! This'll definitely work!

Lucifer: ...

Seeing him remain silent again made Mammon think that Lucifer still didn't trust him...

Mammon: Or do you wanna bet? If this plan works, give me 10 million Grimms. But if it doesn't, I won't borrow your credit card for a week. How 'bout it? Deal?

Lucifer: You know that's not equal at all

Mammon: Okay, okay. I won't borrow your credit card for a month

Lucifer: Not enough

Mammon: Then how 'bout two months?

Lucifer: Still not enough

Mammon: Three months

Lucifer: ...

This time Lucifer remained silent, giving Mammon a lazy look...

Mammon: Alright, alright! One semester! This is my last offer! Satisfied!?

Actually, Lucifer was really doubtful that Mammon's plan would work. But Mammon had worked hard to come up with this plan for him, maybe. Because Lucifer wanted to appreciate his hard work, he agreed to it...

Mammon: Great! Let's try it!

Lucifer: Now?

Mammon pulled Lucifer out of his room, intending to find Satan who seemed to still be inside their residence. And true enough, Satan was playing his D.D.D. in the living room, the place where the seven demon brothers often gathered...

Mammon: There he is! Satan!!

The one called immediately lifted his face from his D.D.D. screen...

Satan: Oh! Mammon and Lucifer! Perfect timing

Quickly, Satan got up from his seat and approached them...

Mammon: Whoa! What happened? Look at your eye bags! They're so dark! And your cheeks are bruised too, must be from Lucifer's loving slap, right? Hahaha!

Satan: Haha, never mind that. You should see my work instead

Mammon: Ohh, where is it?

Satan's D.D.D. screen showed a pink unicorn with Lucifer's face, jumping on a rainbow accompanied by a song...

Mammon: Bwahahaha!! This is sick! Hahahaha!! Lucifer, check this out!

Lucifer received the D.D.D. from Mammon and looked at what was displayed on the screen...

Mammon: Your editing skills are getting better and better! Hahaha! Nice, nice!

Satan: Thank you. That's my best work so far. I spent all my sleep time just for this

Mammon: Ohh, so that's why you've got bags under your eyes. I thought you couldn't sleep after getting beaten up by Lucifer this morning. Haha, keep it up~

Satan: Lucifer, what do you think?

Lucifer had been silent all this time, facing away from Mammon and Satan while staring at Satan's D.D.D. screen...

Satan: Lucifer?

Lucifer then lifted his head and turned to face them...

Lucifer: Ahahaha, I like this. Your works always amaze me. I love it. You are truly talented, Satan. I'm proud of you

Following Mammon's advice, Lucifer tried to control his anger and show his pleasure even though it was just pretend. Although that was the case, Lucifer rarely showed such a response. Of course, anyone who saw it was surprised. And that was Satan's expression now. Mammon was also equally surprised, but he gave a thumbs up

Mammon glanced at Satan beside him, wanting to see his reaction that matched his prediction. He smiled in victory. However, that smile slowly faded as Satan's face turned red...

Mammon: Hey, Satan! Why are you--!

As fast as a cat scratches, Satan snatched his D.D.D. from Lucifer's hand and ran towards his room. Lucifer and Mammon watched him leave while blinking a few times...

Lucifer: What's wrong with him? Ah, Mammon, I'm sorry for doubting you earlier. You were right. Seeing his reaction earlier made me feel better. In that case, I'll continue my task. Thank you very much

Lucifer also went to his room. Meanwhile, Mammon was left frozen in the living room...

Mammon: ...Looks like he hit his head on something this morning... Ah! That's right! I won the bet! Yeahh! Hey, Lucifer!! Where's my 10 million Grimms?!

Mammon chased after Lucifer and got a punch right in the face

END

Hola amigos! Thank you for reading my first Obey Me fanfic🤧🤧🤧

It's great to be able to share stories with everyone. This can also be an encouragement for us to be loyal to OM and create other interesting works UwU

Actually, I have another OM fanfic that I could share, but I don't think it's fit for publication yet. So please wait patiently, it's very likely that next year I'll be able to post it :'D

That's all from me and thank you so much!!💖💖💖

BONUS

Satan's failed edit:

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph!! would you happen to have any 'medium burn' (slow burn for the impatient) Johnlock fics? preferably minimal to no spice and a happy ending is a must! my weak heart can not bear an angsty ending :<

Thank you for all you do here <3

Hey Nonny!

HAHAHAH AHHHHH YES. The Medium Burn, huh. I never thought of calling my shorter "slow burn" fic lists Medium burn, but like... that's a good thing to call it! Because you don't have to wait too long to get it, hahha!

Ah, let me collect all the shorter fics on my Slow Burn Fics Lists and compile them here! I provide ratings for all of them, and chose to keep under.... 25K, let's say! If you're here on my blog, I'm guessing you can read through my lists like eating candy, so 25K is nothing hee hee.

I tag all my fics, so feel free to ignore the Ratings and Sad tags that you don't want to read <3

MEDIUM BURN FICS (Slow Burn Under 25K w.)

New Year, New Beginning by DaisyFairy (T, 810 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, New Year’s Eve, John POV, Friends to Lovers) – New Year at a crime scene and John makes a decision.

Ex by Itsallfine (T, 1,248 w., 1 Ch. || Angsty Fluff, Love Confessions, Coming Out, Exes, First Kiss, Fake Relationship, Getting Outed) – One night, in the midst of their post-case high and on the cusp of something more, John and Sherlock run into John’s ex. His ex-boyfriend.

In Dreams by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 1,340 w., 1 Ch. || Falling in Love, Accidental Cuddling, Snuggling, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Fluff) – Every once in a while, the dark makes it easier to see.

There's Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss Requited, Second Person POV Sherlock) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

100 ways to say 'I love you' by Teatrolley (NR, 2,143 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Fluff, Domestics) – Sherlock sleeps with John’s body next to him, and wakes up to find him making them both toast in the kitchen with sleep still sitting in the corner of his eye, and he holds on tight to every little intimacy that John gives him; every little small moment, every little fond smile. It could be enough. Still, he’d like more. But Sherlock Holmes doesn’t know how to ask for things. Luckily, John does. In which there are a hundred phrases and none of them are “I love you.” Until they are.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn't ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn't bother him to propose to John even though they're not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious. 

Rooftop Confession by Random_Nexus (T, 2,514 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Friendship / Love, Angsty Fluff) – Sherlock asks John to join him for a slightly unexpected discussion.

BBCSH 'How To Save A Life' by tigersilver (T, 2,784 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Angsty Schmoop, Requited Love) – Pining, requited, and unabated spates of 'first kiss' fluff. Post Mary, AU, mildly cracky. John lays a smooch on Sherlock's nape in passing. The world does that thing it does when it wobbles and Sherlock practically falls off his own pins. Part 1 of 'How To...'

What He's Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Once is Enough by Jominerva (T, 3,030 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Domestic Fluff, Whump) – Just as the earth rises to meet the sun at every mountain crest, John reaches out for Sherlock and takes his hand in his own."Tell me it won't end like this," he says, blue eyes holding grey while he laces their fingers together. Sherlock lets out a shaky laugh and shakes his head. "I wish I could."

A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie (NR, 3,364 w. || Fake Relationship, Pride Parade, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance.

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,054 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock, Vacation, Anxious Sherlock, Love Confessions, Fluff, Requited Love) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

How Will I Know? by eragon19 (E, 4,895 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, POV Sherlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Imagination, Papa Lestrade, Masturbation) – Here was the problem: Sherlock Holmes was completely and irrevocably in love with John Watson, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell him.

changing tides by simplyclockwork (M, 5,983 w., 1 Ch. || Substance Use, Drug Relapse, High Sherlock, Sherlock Falls Down Stairs / Injury, Caring John, Drugs, Oblivious John, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, Acceptance, Pre-Relationship, Addiction, Starting Over, Self-Destructive Behaviour, Drugged Hallucinations, Forehead Touching, Sherlock POV) – If Sherlock were to stop to think about it, he might wonder if he’s simply lonely. He doesn’t stop to think about it.

Closeted by sussexbound (T, 6,115 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confession, First Kiss, Games, Trapped in a Closet) – Sherlock and John get trapped in a closet while on a case. Some revelations are made while they play a game to pass the time. Part 1 of Intimacy

Full Disclosure by Itsallfine (E, 7,032 w., 1 Ch. || Bars & Pubs, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, John’s Army Mates, Three Continents Watson, Semi-Public Sex) – John’s army mates get together for the first time post-discharge and invite John “Three Continents” Watson to join them. If John shows up alone, he knows he’ll be the object of non-stop ridicule all night. Sherlock plays along. John tests the waters.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) (M, 10,862 w., 10 Ch. || For a Case, Gay Bar, Pining, Coming Out, Slow Burn) – Sherlock drags John undercover to a gay bar - for a case, of course - looking forward to seeing John flustered by their surroundings (since you know, he's NOT GAY). John decides that he has hidden both his orientation and his feelings for his daft flatmate for far too long. He is done hiding, time to be honest with his bloody best friend in the world. He just hopes it won't change anything between them. And then it does.

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

I See You Through by belovedmuerto (T, 12,078 w., 8 Ch. || Psychic AU || Empath John, Alternate TGG, Whump, Nightmares, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Pre-Slash) – John has never asked Sherlock about his past, his childhood, the reason he quails in lonely misery almost every time he sees his brother. He’s never needed to. Part 2 of An Experiment in Empathy

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w., 4 Ch. || Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Fix-It) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just...he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows. It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

Speaker for the Bees by antietamfalls (M, 14,649 w., 3 Ch. || Deaf Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Sign Language) – It isn't always easy assisting a deaf detective. Luckily for John, they make a pretty good team.

Merlot by Itsallfine (E, 14,844 w., 17 Ch. || Christmas, Pining Sherlock, Wine, Slow Burn, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, Wine, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John work toward becoming something more as they prepare to host the Holmes parents at 221B for the holidays. Part of 25 Days of Fic-Mas 2015.

A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w., 1 Ch. || Firefighter AU || Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w., 1 Ch. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavours) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him. “You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier. 

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T, 21,178 w., 7 Ch. || John’s Family, Fake Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Humour) – To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w., 4 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance, Humour, Masturbation, Love Declarations, Bottomlock, Brief Suicidal Ideations) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

[dickarchivist]

BESTIEEEE could i trouble you for a kiss prompt of….

a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks!!!

With Banshee pleaseeee? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

Banshee Babes I have a snack for you pspspspsps

Feels Like Home

Clone OC Banshee (pov) X gn!Reader

Word Count: 1324

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks

Rating: G, but minors DNI still 🔞

Contents and Warnings: none, it's really cute fluff ♡ there is a bloody nose from a punch at one point, but that's really the only thing.

Summary: Banshee loves you (that's it, that's the fic)

Author's Notes: Thank you @anxiouspineapple99 for asking for this fic!! Immediately when I read it I heard Banshee in my head go "Can I tell this one?" so it's written from Banshee's POV!! Kinda reads like a one-sided conversation in Ban's head, like he's thinking directly to you.

As always, Banshee mostly signs. All Sign will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word.

I miss you.

It's been... kriff I don't even know how long. I think last time I saw you, it was sunny... yeah, it was, I remember thinking how pretty you looked with light dancing in your eyes. I wish I'd kissed you then. Before that too, when we were at 79's and I heard you laugh at one of Phantom's shitty jokes.

You talk to him a lot. Makes sense, he's got a lot to say... I wish I could speak more to you. I just-- can't. I don't know why. My voice is fine, I remember you saying it was pretty once, when you heard me laugh. Made me blush. Kriff, Specs wouldn't let me live that down for weeks. "Sing us a song with your pretty voice, Banshee~"

He was just poking fun, I smiled at it, rolled my eyes, but I hated it. I hated that I couldn't sing like a bird right then and there. I flipped him one instead, we rough housed, and then before we knew it, we were on another battlefield.

I want to tell you everything. I hope it's enough just to want to. That when I put my arm around you, you know I'd do anything for you. That when I look in your eyes all I can think is how lucky I am to have been made, because I get to look at you even for a second. I get to hear your laugh, even if it's muffled it's still the prettiest laugh I know. Or your voice, ah kriff, I could listen to you talk all damn day.

I do, sometimes.

That message you left on my commlink, I saved it. Play it when I'm in the field so if I go, you're the last thing I hear.

"What'cha thinkin' about Ban? You've been staring off into space for like... twenty minutes. You okay?" Athena. She's small, I could throw her pretty far if we combined my strength and her force jump. I think General Valka would kill me if I launched her though.

Nothing, but that's a lie, I'm thinking about you.

"Somebody's lying~" I could punch Phantom right now, that sing-song jeering makes me so- ugh, "You're thinkin' about that babe, aren't you? Vod when ya gonna ask 'em out! Better do it before I do, I make em laugh you know, bet I could get em to make other noi-"

I punch Phantom. I don't even realize I did until Athena gasps at the blood running down Tommy's face. "Kriff I was joking Ban! Ah! What the hell!?"

I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't- he swats my hands, effectively shutting me up.

Ghost comes in later, he looks disappointed. I wish he'd look angry. "Anything to say for yourself?"

No. It was out of line.

"It was. So, why'd you do it? It's not like you to take a crack at Tom in earnest, lucky his nose didn't break." He chuckles, and I'm relieved at that. Didn't hurt him too badly after all.

But I can't answer Ghost... I don't want him to think less of me. Punching my brother just because I got jealous of even the thought of him taking you from me, and you're not even mine? Oh shit, why's he laughing? Hey, stop that, what's so funny?

Why are you laughing?

Ghost smiles, "You're in love huh? That person from 79's, the one you keep staring at? If Tom made a pass at them, I get why you punched him." He pats my shoulder, and I feel myself bristle, but he just shakes his head, "Look. Apologize to Tom, but between you and me, he deserved it. You should tell them when we get back, think you'll be happy with the answer."

I miss you more now. For three days, I miss you more and more. When The Crypt finally lands I can't get off the ship fast enough. "I'LL TELL THEM TO MEET YOU AT THEIR PLACE!" Ghost calls after me as I take a flying leap from The Crypt's still opening door.

I turn around, run backwards a click so I can sign my thank yous and wave. As I'm rushing through the crowds, the streets, you chime into my helmet. I can't pick up fast enough, I accidentally hang up on you in my excitement. Thankfully you call back immediately.

"Hey, I know you don't talk, so just listen! Ghost called, I'm headed home now, I'll be a few minutes but if you beat me home, just let yourself in okay? The code is your number! I'll see you soon, ahh I can't wait to see you I missed you!!! Bye Ban!"

You missed me... You missed me!! My legs carry me faster than before, I can't stop the smile on my face. It almost hurts my cheeks, I just want to see you already!! The streets here all look the same, where's your door? I know it, I know it, come on, which one-

"Ban!!" It's you. It's you! Where are you, from above? "Banshee look up! To the left, Ban!"

My head snaps around, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I get to see your smile. My heart beat pounds in my chest, my cheeks are hot, Maker you look so beautiful...

I rush the stairs like my life depends on it, feels like it almost might. My body knows the aches of battle well, but this ache is still new to me. The physical need to be close... I yank off my helmet and fling it to stop at your feet before I crash into you.

With your arms around my shoulders, your legs wrapping my waist, every part of me feels whole finally. You smell like sunshine in the cold, like fresh bread from a real bakery, you smell like you, and it's my favorite scent of all. You smell like home.

Once your legs are under you again, I still don't let go, I can't. I've waited too long to hold you, to see you, just be near. I'm not letting you go. Your hands are so soft...

I lean my cheek into your palm, smiling down at you as I continue to catch my breath. Stars I could look at you forever. The way you run your hands over my head, feeling my short hair. You'll come back with ink on you, I know it. The others just drew on me, I hope there's nothing bad up there... I love the way your thumb feels against my lips. The way you map out every part of me, like you're seeing my face for the first time all over again. I love you. Kriff I love you so much I can barely stand it, I--

"What are you thinking about?"

"I love you."

No. No no no. No I didn't-- I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please stop looking at me like that, no, I'm sorry, p--

What was that? Do it again.

Your lips on mine... I move forward, careful, trying to mimic the same thing, but- oh... oh that's... you'd move your lips on mine, I move mine the same, slow, softer this time. Am I doing it right? You don't stop me, I think I am. You pull back, breathing hard as I am, smiling so brightly... you're everything to me. You feel like home.

"I love you too, Banshee." You giggle, and my heart sings. One hand leaves my face, I can see ink on your fingers, just like I thought. 1666, you really did use my number as your code... you love me.

As we move inside, you stop, gasping at a sudden realization, "Oh stars, that's the first time I've heard you speak! I didn't know you could!"

I can't help but laugh. Of course that's the first thing I say to you. Of course it is.

[fp-am]

something to write?

hmm...

First time that Orange sees snow?

kind of short, but here’s a young Second discovering snow

heehee

-

(Third Person POV)

Circa, 2015

“We have another animation to make, Second.”

“Ok!”

It was around Christmas time of 2015. Second was still young and curious, being nurtured and cared for on Alan’s current computer. He’d never seen much of the outside world besides a few scenes and drawings of nature.

He always asked his friends about all the things he’d yet to learn. So far, he loved every drop of information he has consumed.

Today was another busy day. A simple background animation commission for Christmas time. Second was still new to the whole Christmas thing, but was excited to learn more.

Second started drawing pine trees and sketching a landscape, giving it a cool night sky with stars. He glanced over at Alan. To his confusion, he was drawing some white marks on the perfect trees and grass that he had just drawn.

“Alan, what are you doing?”

“wdym?”

“Why are you putting white marks on the background?”

“do you not know about snow?”

“..snow?”

“it’s something that comes around during the winter. when it gets too cold, the rain drops in the clouds freeze up and turn into little shards of ice. that’s what we call snow. once the snow falls, it bunches up and stays on the ground due to the cold weather.”

“Ohh.. it’s like ice.. but smaller?”

“kind of. Why don’t you touch it?”

Second curiously looked at the snow Alan drew. Leaping over, he stuck a hand in. He pulled it out almost immediately.

“Ah! Cold!”

“pft. well of course it’s cold. but its fun to play around with. watch.”

With a smile, Alan drew some more snow, then used his mouse to roll it up into a few balls. Placing them on top of eachother, he drew some accessories for the snowman.

“Woah!”

“see? here, try.”

Drawing some accessories, Alan handed them to Second and backed up.

Scooping up some, Second started building his own snowman. But, every single time, the snow crumbled. He started to get angry, but eventually, he figured it out. Carefully, he stuck on the accessories.

“There! It’s not.. uh.. good but.. I did it.”

“I think it looks great.”

“You’re just saying that..”

“no. It’s really great, Sec.”

“But yours is way better.”

“It’s only ‘better’ because I used a mouse. I didn’t put any effort into it. yours has heart put into it.”

That made Second smile a little.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Well..”

..Second jumped directly into his own snowman, letting it crumble and go down.

“?????”

“Haha! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! I like how soft it is.. I could take a nap in it.”

“why are you always so sleepy”

“I don’t know, but I feel like if I closed my eyes right here, I could just sleep.”

“wouldn’t it be too cold?”

“I don’t think so..” Second yawned, snuggling into the cold, soft lump of snow that used to be a snowman. “Mmmh.. I actually think it’s just right.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

…

It was hours later when Second awoke.

“Mmmph..? Huh?”

“oh, you’re up”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yep”

“Oh.. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I finished it anyway.”

Second looked around. With all the shading and the snowflakes falling from the sky, it was beautiful.

“Wow..”

“what is it?”

“It’s so pretty..”

“hm. I guess you’re right.”

Suddenly, Second sneezed and sniffled.

“Ah.. what was that?”

“It looks like your sick from sleeping in the snow. you might have a cold.”

“Like.. a sickness?”

“Mhm. cmon. let’s get you in bed so you can get to feeling better..”

“Ok.”

Second left with a smile that night.

Snow. What a curious thing.

[ineedlelittlespace]

for the ask game: ratthi murderbotdiaries?

Send Me a Character

Oh, Ratthi, my beloved...🥰

First impression

Like a lot of us, I only had eyes for Murderbot the first time I read ASR---the human team absolutely got shoved to my mental backburner while I was busy relating to MB. In the five seconds I did spend thinking about Ratthi, it was mostly in a "oh, so this is going to be the problem child, huh?" way when he almost walked outside into the worm's mouth.

Impression now

I love him, your honor.

But also, he is an all-around delightful human being. There's a kindness and an earnestness to his character that is just so endearing you can't help but like him, especially when you layer in the fact that he's excellent at his job, great at adapting to high-pressure situations on the fly, and has the people skills to successfully navigate the absolutely wild interpersonal interactions that the series keeps throwing at him.

Favorite moment

That whole sequence in Fugitive Telemetry where he and Gurathin drop everything to help Murderbot do some light breaking and entering. It feels like the equivalent of an errand hang-out, but if your bestie spends its spare time solving murders rather than picking up dry cleaning and going to Target. I love the implication that this is just what they do now, once Murderbot has settled into the group. Friends help friends with projects, right? So, obviously, Ratthi is going to help in whatever way he can.

Idea for a story

I kind of want to do more of his PoV for various scenes throughout the series. He's present for so many of the juiciest scenes---there's a lot to work with!

Also, it might be fun to do something with his friendship with Arada and Overse, perhaps with some backstory on their first meetings and how they moved from colleagues to besties.

Unpopular opinion

In all honesty, I don't feel like there's too much pressure re: popular vs. unpopular opinions in the Murderbot corner of the internet. The only thing that comes to mind with Ratthi is that I think we tend to...soften him a little too much sometimes. There's a tendency to focus mostly on his skill as a people person or a friendly face, not necessarily on the fact that if he wasn't so good at his actual job, he probably wouldn't be on Mensah's team. We see him tackle gory jobs like cleaning up the battle aftermath on ART in Network Effect, we see him jump into helping with medical emergencies, and in Fugitive Telemetry, he immediately identifies that "someone was dead here" when they come upon the scene of the murder because the physical signs are obvious to a biologist. As far as the humans of the series go, Ratthi is very capable!

Favorite relationship

Aside from the obvious friendship with Murderbot itself, I really do love that he's best friends with Arada and Overse. I love that these three stuck together for the next survey to follow the disastrous events of ASR. I love that their friendship is so obvious and loud that even Book One Murderbot could immediately point it out. I just really like seeing healthy platonic friendships (especially ones that coexist with and do not compete against healthy romantic ones involving some of the same characters), okay?

Favorite headcanon

The infamous "Who's this?" line from ASR was a full-on my-brain-is-short-circuiting-and-my-mouth-got-ahead-of-my-mind moment, not necessarily an ah-yes-a-stranger-to-be-introduced moment.

[kittyamore0]

My dear best friends

Request: Hi! Can you do a Violet and Tate x female reader? But they both are fighting over her after their deaths? And can you make it romantic? Please and tysm! Also i love your writing! &lt;3 Requested by: @coralkittysstuff

A/N: Thank you, love! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Summary: Your two best friends; Violet Harmon and Tate Langdon, develop feelings for you, but what you don't know is that they both aren't exactly fond of each other and they don't plan to get along anytime soon. Pairing: Post-death Tate Langdon x Female! Reader x Post-death Violet Harmon

Fandom: Horror, AHS murder house

Genre: Romance one-shot

Rating: SFW

POV: Second person

CW: Swearing, Fem! Reader,Fighting.

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Violet and Tate, you're two lovely best friends. They've helped you learned to love this place while living in the infamous 'murder house' They've seen you at your best and your worst, helped you through your ups and downs. Oh, and you learned that they died. Crazy, right? Being stuck in the same house together. There's just one small, teeny, tiny problem...

They despise each other.

Violet, the rebellious, but sweet teen. She was the one who took you in, and showed you the ropes. You spent your first 2 months in the 'murder house' with her. Constant sleepovers, movie nights, prank calls, pillow fights, venting nights, comfort. All of it. She was your best friend, but you wanted something more. The only thing in the way was doubt, nervousness, fear of rejection and most of it all was....

Tate Langdon.

Oh, that cute, but sly piece of shi--

Ahem. He was also your best friend. Tate, the charming, manipulative hoe. After the two, enjoyable months with Violet; Tate had stepped into your life. Making it brighter than it seemed. Friendly cuddles while listening to Nirvana, reading books and magazines with him, random freestyle karaokes, study nights, Halloween with him, trying to cook but failing, sad cuddles, listening to all your problems, trying to be a good comfort source.

Violet didn't notice his feelings at first. In fact, she didn't notice him at all. You wouldn't talk about your other friends to her, including Tate, but that was the same deal with Tate too. No talking about friends = No Tate OR Violet.

The reason you wouldn't talk about Tate to Violet or Violet to Tate was because you thought they didn't know each other, but how could they not? They're both living in the same house. Well, you didn't know that they were dead. So, you thought they were just your neighbors visiting you.

When you found out that they both were dead and couldn't leave the house, it then clicked in your mind. They must know each other! But if so, then why haven't they ever come up to you at the same time? Huh, weird. Did something happen between the two? You'd have to ask one of them later on.

Oh, maybe extend the time. It's almost time for your sleepover with Tate. Well, more like he's just coming into your room and staying there, but whatever.

You heard a patterned knock on your door, Tates signal. "Come in!" The door squeaked as it was forcefully being pushed back. "Hey." The blonde boys head peaked out of the wooden doors, an adorning smile on his face that made your heart race in time.

"What's up, Tater tot?" He groaned and quietly closed the door. "I thought i told you to stop calling me that..." you mouthed a 'never' and flashed him a teasing look. He chuckled and quickly went for your sides. "W--wait, no--i take!--" His fingers moved in various areas near your sides, your laughter taking over your vocals and filling the room.

His eyes shone with delight. Your laughter being like music to his ears. One of his favorite songs. He lifted you by your waist, interrupting your laughs and replacing them with yelps and gasps. Though, that upset him a bit. Go back to your pretty laughs! He softly threw you on the bed, bringing himself down with you.

Honestly, this is couple behavior...

"Ugh, get off me. you're heavy! " You pushed him off of you, the bed dipped with more weight being pushed onto it. He let out a loud laugh before facing you.

His chocolate-y eyes catch yours, locking eye contact with you. It seems as if time slowed down and was taking forever to replay. Just enough time to...Your eyes dart down to his lips, and a rose-y color coats your cheeks as you realize he's caught you.

"Hey, [Name], can i tell you something?" He looks at your lips and gets closer. Your heart seems as if it's happy, but still yearning for something else as well. Ugh, damn heart. Make up your mind. Now, What could it be?-- Violet.

An image of your other best friend flashes within your mind. "I've always li--" Tate's sentence was cut off when the lights violently flickered, the door slightly opened and some books being thrown across the room, mostly aimed for Tate.

He scowled, and got up. "Stay here, i need to go check for something." He slammed the wooden door, leaving you behind in a confused state.

He had taken a few steps away from the room before a female voice spoke out. "You like her.." He rolled his eyes. "So what if i do? What's it to you, Violet?" Tears pricked in the corner of her yes. "She's my best friend. I'm not going to let a screw-up like you ruin her life. You've done enough fucking damage!" Her words hit his soul quite hard. "I'm changing, okay?!" She shook her head. "Bullshit!" His fist now curling together, balled up.

"I'm the one who knows her better, who spent more time with her! I should be having her heart, and we all know damn-well you don't deserve it!" The built up tears fell from her eyes, falling onto her cold cheeks. "If so, why doesn't she talk about you, huh? She might be a best friend to you, but are you to her?" Violet scoffed. "She doesn't talk about you either. What makes you so special?" Tate pursed his lips.

"Even if you've known her longer, i have a stronger bond with her. That's not going to change." Violet rubbed her temple, getting irritated rather quickly. "Yes, it fucking is and I'm going to make sure of it." Tate's palm was relentlessly jabbed with Tate's finger nails, enough to break the skin and draw blood, but not just yet.

"Stay away from her, Tate." Violet narrowed her eyes. "Shes all i want and need. I'm not going away anytime soon." Violet banged her hand to the wall on her left. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You're such a fucking!--" Tate's eyes moved towards the figure behind Violet "Guys?" You. "[N-Name!]" Violet swiftly turned around and put on a panicked smile on her face.

An unpleased look spread across your face and you pointed to the opened door. "Room. Now." Both Violet and Tate looked at each other before shuffling their feet to get through that door, the tension getting even more intense.

They stood there, in front of your bed while you sat down. "What happened between you two?" They both looked everywhere, but you. You sighed and shook your head. "Look, you don't have to tell me. I won't pry, but you have to tell me about why you were fighting just now, and why about me." Violet began fidgeting with her clothes and Tate was just looking around your room.

"we're both interested in you.." Violet spoke up, still keeping her eyes on the floor. "Li-like, crush..?" Tate cleared his throat and nodded. "We, uh, kinda hate each other, so thats why we fought when--" You shook your head. "when you found out about Tate liking me?" Violet nodded and looked at you for a second before looking away.

"Who do you choose?" Tate moved closer towards you, the question startling you a bit. Violet glared daggers into Tates skull. "W--what?" You stammered. "Me or Violet?" Violet felt her face grow hot in fury, even though it couldn't by itself. "I...I can't choose." Both Violet and Tate grew sadden by your answer. "You have to." Violet whispered.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. "Both." Both of them blinked in unison, a confused expression on their face. "What?" Tate looked at Violet and grimaced. "That's not going to work. We hate each other." Violet huffed and rolled her eyes. "I never said get along. Tolerate each other. It's either that, or I won't choose any of you and i'll ignore you for a very long time."

Both their eyes widen. Your words hit them like venom. That was the last thing they wanted to happen, you ignoring them. "So what do you both choose?" Violet sneered at Tate, and he only did the same to her. "Fine. We'll find a way to work this out." You smiled at both of them.

Violet moved forward and sat on the bed with you, making Tate look at her with a dirty look. She slid her arms round your neck and embraced you. You reciprocated the gesture and stuffed your face into her shoulder. "You're hogging her." Tate piped up. "You're just jealous." Violet shot back. "Both of you shut the fuck up, and Tate come over here." They quickly shut their mouth, and Tate did as said.

He sat on the bed with both you and Violet. He placed his chin on your shoulder and his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. Tate hummed into your shoulder. 'Fuck you.' Violet carefully mouthed. Tate quirked an eyebrow. 'Sorry. I'm not interested.' He mouthed back. Her mouth was agape.

"You motherfuck!--"

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[madraleen]

Moriarty the Patriot - Ryōsuke Takeuchi & Hikaru Miyoshi Volume 6-Chapter 64 "It's not you, it's me" turned to "ASJFSDF": A Commentary

[tldr; i got so very bored reading the anime-covered parts, but once new things were introduced, i got excited again.]

-v6 is anime territory, i have nothing to comment.

-i'm halfway through volume 8. really, i have nothing to say, all this is anime territory, i know it. i want to get to the new stuff.

-william is such a sweet professor tho

-*chokes* "HEY PROFESSOR DID I PASS YOUR TEST"?! SHERLOCK YOU DIRTY MINX

-i see sherlock and william are adopting a son (bill)

-sherlock's cigarette fell off his mouth when william told him to survive "sherlock," and you know what, relatable 

-i'm speed reading, i just want to get the anime stuff over with. i feel like i'm not experiencing anything new story-wise or visually-wise and i'm losing interest.

-i wonder how guilt-ridden "i can't forgive myself/i want to die" william gets by in the remaining six volumes.

-i really do like that louis who's so william-obsessed betrays william to protect him.

-sherlock's apology to john, peak apology.

-i like william's reasoning "i wanted to get rid of the devils, i became a devil to do it, therefore i have to get rid of myself too." makes it grounded and convincing

-william visited sherlock to tell him to kill him and they're two seconds away from blushing and confessing their love. john playing matchmaker without knowing it

-bold of liam to assume that with this kind of letter sherlock wouldn't move heaven and earth to save him. profiling-sherlock: 0-1.

-i'm excited again. anxious even, even though we're still on the bridge, familiar territory

-sherlock making his wedding vows as liam hangs down the bridge

-"sherly"

-"when did you guys get together?" "well, we were falling down this bridge into the thames to certain death and..."

-that hair tho. damn, sherlock! don't ever tie that hair again, what

-SHERLOCK LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THE LONG LOOSE HAIR I CAN'T GET OVER IT

-louis must be dying inside wanting to know if his brother is alive too

-goddamn sherlock's face is so soft when he realizes william is on the bed next to him after he comes to

-sherlock getting worried and protective over his damn man, he's giving it his all here, i wish william were conscious and seeing this

-who is this american ray of sunshine?

-ah i see, billy the kid. the third william-related name in the manga.

-the US department of justice saved them, i see

-MY GOD, SHERLOCK'S FACE, HE'S SO SOFT FOR WILLIAM

-oooh, i can't wait until louis tells us how he actually feels

-i can hear you/see you speaking, sherlock, but the words don't register, all i see is the mermaid hair. THAT HAIR

-awww louis is thanking sherlock for saving liam and staying with him <3

-yes, fred, i hope we can ALL see him soon. (*william)

-it's nice seeing louis being his own person, making decisions, doing action stuff, it's cool. he does look so much like liam sometimes, but also very different

-louis ffs, all you have to do is yell at moran "BROTHER IS ALIVE."

-THANK YOU for clarifying that, moran's hand is prosthetic, okay.

-all these reunions and partnerships are so heartwarming

-WELCOME BACK TO THE FOLD, MORAN!

-now i feel bad about little william, that's such a high pedestal to be put on by albert.

-interesting how albert sees ~the original sin as his, not william's.

-albert's pov is very interesting. it's nice to see him get so introspective

-ffs william, just get into the goddamn tower and save this older brother of yours from this anguish

-oh bb william, how are you? are you doing well?

-albert: “hello, brother, i'm glad you're alive, but whoa you must be suffering living in this world with your sins, huh?” *facepalm* this is probably not the welcome william expected. not even william.

-this is so sweet, the william-albert discussion. it's so honest and heartfelt and they are so deeply connected and care for one another

-idk, i love it when characters go from "i intend to die" to "i intend to live on." 

-i like how it's "i needed this time to reflect and understand, otherwise atonement would be meaningless," it explains the three year gap and gives everything weight.

-YES, REDEEM YOURSELVES TOGETHER, DO IT TOGETHER WILLIAM AND ALBERT NII-SAN, WELCOME BACK TO THE FOLD LIL WILLIAM

-oh lil bb william burying his face in his big brother's chest, my heart

-dude this is a beautiful reunion, well done

-yes, let's go to louis :)

-sherlock sent a letter to john to let him know he was alive?? how considerate!

-the sherlock-john-miss hudson is also a sweet reunion

-WE'RE ALL HAVING DINNER WITH THE MORIARTYS? A MEETING OF THE FAMS?! ASKLFSDGNJ THAT'S TOO MUCH EXCITEMENT

[chesters-ocs]

the self indulgence never ends huh? pspsps @the-whispers-of-death youre the one who encouraged this. so. here u go xoxo

reader doesn't speak and doesn't have a name and is referred to as "the barista" by the narrator. reader uses they/them pronouns. pre-established relationship, coffee shop au. 3rd person pov

wc: 660

It has been a slow day. The cafe had been mostly empty today. Not surprising though, considering the owner of the place had cut down the opening hours.

The barista at the counter could only do so much to pass the time. At least it being a quiet day meant they don't have to talk much, just to their coworkers. It helped that the music was nice too, softly playing from the speakers.

After all the counters were wiped, they returned to the main counter, and began to put away the cups and plates that had been freshly washed and dried. A monotonous task, but somebody has to do it.

The delightful monotony, however, was disrupted by the entrance bell ringing, and they didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, as the man loudly announced himself.

"Heya, doll! How-" Butcher cut himself off as his partner glared at him, no doubt wanting him to quiet down.

"Ah... Sorry," The suited man chuckled in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck, as he approached the counter, "My bad. Got a little used to needin' to scream my damn lungs out all day." He explained, as he sat on the bar stool, leaning forward, resting his head on his propped up hands. They noted the eyebags, which were unfortunately present on his eyes. Must have been another night shift.

The barista just waved away the concern with a vague gesture, and turned to him expectantly, as he scanned trough the menu.

"One second... Jus' seein' if there's anythin' new you've been taught to cook up here." He explained, and after a brief moment of silence, spoke again, "Eh what the hell. Give me my usual, dollface."

Butcher is met with an unimpressed look from the barista.

"Are you seriously going to make me spell it out? You're a cruel one, you know that?"

The barista nods curtly, a smile playing on their lips.

"Fine, fine... A triple shot espresso, please. Iced... Largest cup you've got. Happy now?" He grumbled, looking at them with an annoyed expression.

He received another nod, this time accompanied with a small, amused smile, as they got to work, manning the coffee machines and loading up the ground beans.

They could feel Butcher's eyes on them, and out of the corner of their vision, could see him gazing at them lovingly, albeit tiredly. Even in his exhaustion, he wanted to keep admiring the one he loved.

As they presented him with the finished coffee, he couldn't help his small confession, as me muttered an "I love you," in the softest tone, reserved for them and them alone. Despite that, he was already reaching for his wallet to pay, and pulled out his card.

The barista punched in a few numbers on the tablet, and Butcher was allowed to pay, and they handed him the receipt.

Scanning his eyes over it, he couldn't help his laughter, "Ha! Ya gave me a discount for 'being cute'? You're a treasure, doll. An absolute treasure." He mused, eyes crinkling with his smile, gold tooth slipping into view.

With a low groan, he stood up, stretching out. His spine popped in a few places, and he stuffed the receipt in his wallet, which went right back into his pocket. Snatching up the coffee and taking a swig, he hummed in delight, already looking like he was less tired than before.

"Well... I gotta go. See you at my place, dolly?" He asked, reminding the barista of their planned date night, and they nodded.

"Good, good. See you then. Love ya!" He calls out, swinging open the door and stepping back into the streets.

If Butcher were to look over his shoulder, he'd see the barista waving at him, still standing behind the counter.

And he did. He saw them, and smiled to himself, taking another sip of his drink, as he marched down the busy streets, blending right back into the crowd.

[devilishlycute]

Curiouser and Curiouser..

˜"*°•.˜"*°• "Cats and rabbits

Would reside in fancy little houses

And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers

In a world of my own." •°*"˜.•°*"˜

˜"*°•.˜"*°• "All the flowers

Would have very extra special powers

They would sit and talk to me for hours

When I'm lonely in a world of my own" •°*"˜.•°*"˜

How could a trip to Disneyland end so horribly for Y/n L/n?

Easy!

She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.. So much for a lovely night at the "Happiest Place on Earth".

˜"*°•.˜"*°• "There'd be new birds

Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds

Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds

Within that world of my own" •°*"˜.•°*"˜

•°*"˜.•°*"'I could listen to a babbling brook

And hear a song that I could understand

I keep wishing it could be that way

Because my world would be a Wonderland.."˜.•°*"˜•°*"˜

Book: Prologue, Chapter 1

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Y/n's POV

"That DINO CO. Blue Slushie was really fucking sticky-"

I grumble to myself as I ran both hands under the faucet letting the water wash away the gunk and sticky feeling from my hands "But man, was it so sweet" I finished with a smile on my face and a quick wave of my hands to flick the droplets away. I felt my phone vibrate and quickly dried my hands off with a towel before reaching into my pocket.

Reading off the screen, I could see that it was (Best friend).

Bestie <3:

Hey! We're waiting for you at the Avengers Area, taking pics w/ my precious boi Loki, HURRY AND GET OVER HERE BEFORE I FAINT!! Xoxo~

Smiling at the message I send back the emoji of a thumbs up, and ready my phone for pictures, making my way over. Luckily the restroom I was in was in Hollywood Land, so I wouldn't have to walk too far.

"I can't believe I'm about to graduate High School for that matter.." I mumble to no one, I check my camera roll to see what I have so far.

So far I have pictures and goofy videos of mostly the mascots then the Actors. I couldn't help but lightly chuckle at how awkwardly I'm posed in almost each picture.

' You'd think the staff members could at least take ONE flattering picture of me.' My thoughts are ripped from me for a split second when I hear a loud scream near my right.

Looking towards the source as pedestrians run past me, coming from the direction of Buena Vista Street, a Black Carriage is barreling towards me! Two dark horses are pulling this Carriage, narrowly missing people and objects. "Oh shi-AH!"

A random person trying to flee pushes past me, falling on my knees, hearing my phone clatter away from me and feeling the solid stone walkway scrape against my palms, the pain didn't really matter since the carriage was only inches from colliding into me.

'Is this it..? Oh god, this is gonna fucking hurt- Mom, Dad, anyone! Please... Help me!!' Not wanting to face this head on, I close my eyes and awaited for impact. The sounds of screams and panic only seem to get louder.. Until they stopped all together, but I never felt the impact.

'. . . huh? Wasn't It about to hit me?' Opening one eye it was dark, soundless, but most of all warm. I didn't feel the cold night air of California anymore. 'So where am I?' A green glow slowly dims the once dark space, revealing where I am.

My eyes soon adjusted to the dim light, I am inside a very elegant and gothic style room with coffins floating above me and a giant mirror that is facing me similarly floating over an altar, a black plume of smoke emits from the altar surrounding the mirror I couldn't help but flinch at how unnaturally cold it got, a wisp of this smoke brushed past my face and I felt a bombardment of emotions:

Wrathful

Prideful

Gluttonous

Lustful

Envious

Slothful

Greediness

Groaning at the splitting headache that was accumulating at the back of my skull, gripping the sides of my head hoping to at least massage the pain.

FWOOSH

Gasping at the flash of green, the black smoke dissipates along with the headache. Looking inside the mirror green flames are flickering and fleeting, I feel the warmth of the room come back, I hadn't noticed that I've gotten closer to the mirror to warm myself again. A deep voice resonates through the mirror causing me to look into the Mirror's glass.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor...

My proud, beautiful flower of Evil."

'That voice... I feel like I've heard it before..' As if it was second nature, my hand moves to glide against the gilded frame of the mirror, I stare deeper into the mirror.

"You truly are the fairest one of all.

O Magic Mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek..."

'It's the Magic Mirror from Snow White! Am I still in Disneyland, but the Snow White dark ride isn't in California anymore-' The Magic Mirror's flames warp and swirl to show me a Black Carriage heading towards what looks like a Castle, the carriage passes underneath an iron gateway?

A Crest of a Raven shines under the moonlight, I can barely make out the words welded on the arch of the gateway. The image shifts again back to its default Green flames.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...

If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

The flames part and a large pale hand appears, open as if waiting for a partner to grasp it.

'There's no way I'm grabbing anything, I could end up breaking something-' A sharp pang shoots through my head causing my knees to buckle forward. My fingertips brush against something soft and fleshy yet cold, opening my eyes looking down the hand seems to be holding mine tight but tenderly.

'As if this person is holding back their strength, almost knowingly...' The room goes pitch black and the hand disappears along with the lights. For reasons unknown, this made me ... Awfully sad and painfully lonely.

Fwoosh

A ball of now red fire is lit in the center of the Mirror. The green lights around the room relit themselves and a new voice comes through.

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash."

A crystal of ice replaces the flame, the cracks of the ice are clearly heard. The room got cold once more, but this time it was welcomed.

"As Ice seals away time itself."

The ice fades and a whirlwind of leaves burst forth from inside the mirror, the scent of fresh grass and a soft breeze brush past my face.

"As great trees swallow even the sky."

The image again shifts to a void of darkness, but the scent of fire and fresh grass still linger. The chill is still present but its weak, but strong enough for my hands to wrap themselves around my... layered body? Looking down at myself my casual clothes are replaced with soft and very expensive feeling robes?!

'How- WHO undressed and redressed me!??' This has gone from intriguing to down right creepy! Whatever prank this is- has gone on long enough!

"Fear not the power of darkness. Now- Demonstrate your power."

A bright light illuminates and grows brighter by the second, it temporarily blinds me causing me to shrink away from the offending light.

"To me. To them. To yourself.

The hour grows long, and time is scarce."

My hand is grabbed by a familiar touch, its soft and yet still cold like a reptile, blankets over my hand. But I couldn't help but squeeze it anxiously, it surprised me when I felt it grip back reassuringly, its- no His thumb strokes the back of my hand soothingly.

"Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come..."

I feel the hand soon pull me forward gently, but instead of a cold hard surface I am met with what feels like entering a pool that strangely doesn't soak my clothes. A wave of fatigue and drowsiness invades my very body and I am very drained. The adrenaline has finally left my body..

'I feel ... Very tired...' I couldn't help but answer the call of sleep.

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[dumfanting]

Questionable Conduct ch 3

Chapter 2

AO3 Link

Rating: E, explicit

Warnings: praise kink, PiV, sex against a wall, creampie, feelings, Fives is obnoxious

Notes: f reader, pov second person, present tense

2080 words

I wrote a good portion of this while on breaks at work! It’s a pretty repetitive job so I have plenty of time to think about this kind of thing. A few parts may be awkwardly worded but I decided to just post it as it is instead of obsessing over a single sentence or two. And don’t worry, this ain’t over yet.

F! Jedi Reader/ Dogma

After an enthusiastic ‘good morning’, Dogma sneaks back into the barracks.

When Dogma wakes up, it takes him a few seconds to remember where he is and who he’s with until a soft snore grabs his attention. He turns his head to see your own resting in the hollow of his shoulder. He quickly glances at the chrono nearby, and finds that he’s awake right on time, like always. He looks back over at you and you’re totally asleep. He watches you breathe for a little while with a soft expression on his face, and he still can’t quite believe how things played out last night. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s physically touching you, he’d think he was dreaming (again). You mumble something in your sleep and roll over, freeing him and allowing him to carefully sit back up.

Not wanting to wake you, Dogma slips out of your warm bed as silently as he can. Once he’s back in his undersuit, he realizes that the clicking and snaps of his armor is going to be loud. Holding his breath, he puts one of his gauntlets into place, flinching at the sound and watching you for any kind of reaction, but you don’t even twitch. Breathing a tentative sigh of relief, he straps on the rest of his kit as quickly as possible. Entirely redressed, he looks around the room to see if he’d left anything behind, aside from the stains on your sheets, but doesn’t notice anything.

He skirts around the awkward placing of your desk and is about to unlock the door when he hears movement from behind him. When he turns around, he finds you, still naked, fully conscious, and less than a few feet away from him. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you have an eyebrow raised.

“Thought you could sneak out, huh?” you say quietly, smirking as you watch him.

“Ah, Commander! No, I wasn’t-,” he says, looking panicked, and almost forgetting to keep his voice down. You chuckle, unfold your arms, and cup his face.

“I know honey, I’m just teasing you,” you say, and he noticeably relaxes into your palm. “It’s probably a good thing that you’re getting out of here this early, it’ll be suspicious if you’re late,” you continue, pulling your hand back with a soft sigh.

“Did… did you want me to stay longer?” he asks, sounding conflicted.

“I do,” you think. You’re confused by the look on his face, then realize you said that out loud. Meanwhile, Dogma holds back the excited sound threatening to break free of him, and he unabashedly grins at you. “Maker”, you think. “I love it when he smiles like that.” You’re momentarily distracted by the way he’s looking almost reverently into your eyes, but you shake yourself, returning to your senses before you keep talking.

“But,” you say with a little sigh, “we both know that’s just not really possible right now.” You squeeze around him once to unlock the door, and again while getting out of view of the hallway as the door slides open. To your surprise, Dogma quietly says your name and pushes the door closed again.

“Please, wait,” he says, his eyes meeting yours.

“What is it, is something wrong?” you ask, concerned.

“No, no, I um… just wanted to say thank you again, you really didn’t have to do any of that,” he says, shyly looking away from you.

“Oh stop that,” you say softly. “I wanted to.” You don’t miss the way his face lights up even further at your words.

“Now,” you continue, sounding thoughtful; “I don’t know when we'll be able to do this again-,” you say, and he interrupts you.

“Wait, again?” he says in disbelief. You chuckle at him while stepping closer, then link your hands behind his neck, feeling him relax a little more.

“Yes, Dogma,” you whisper before giving him a chaste peck on the lips. “I want to see you again.”

“Seriously?” he asks, gobsmacked.

“Well, I enjoyed this, didn’t you?” you ask, and Dogma nods enthusiastically. You once again think about how cute he is, then step back, sliding your hands to his shoulders. He rests his hands on your hips, then presses his forehead into yours. The two of you quietly stay like that for a little while, and once you speak again, your tone is firm.

“Now, I know I don’t have to remind you how important it is that nobody else knows about this, but it must be kept quiet, understand?” you say, stepping back and taking your hands off of him. He does the same and nods solemnly at you.

“Good boy,” you say without thinking. In the same breath, you crack the door open just enough for you to peek out into the hallway, and you don’t hear his soft groan. You glance up and down the corridor, see nobody, then try to Sense anyone, but come up empty there too.

“Okay, you’re clear to go now,” you say, turning back toward him. You let out a soft squeak of surprise when he suddenly pulls you as close as possible.

He presses his body against yours, and you find yourself wishing he was naked again. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s thinking that too. Then, he takes you by the shoulders and turns you around, pushing your back against the wall and smacking the door closed at the same time. The door has barely slid shut before he’s feverishly, desperately kissing you. You reciprocate with just as much energy, wet already and automatically opening your legs for him while quickly unclipping his codpiece. He groans into your mouth when you free his cock from the confines of his under armor.

He gives you a look, and you hop up. He supports you by grabbing the globes of your ass while you wrap your legs tightly around his waist. Before going any further, he looks at you for confirmation, and once you nod, he thrusts into you. He begins to piston upward into you, and the only thing muffling your loud moans and cries is his tongue dancing with yours.

This continues for a good minute or two, then Dogma shifts his stance, changing the angle from which he’s fucking you and you break away from his mouth with a long moan. He obviously notices this, and when he pounds into you even harder, you moan again, louder this time. In the back of your mind, you know that you’ll be bruised by his armor after this, but you’re enjoying yourself too much to give a damn.

It doesn’t take long for that familiar tightening sensation to creep up on you. You clash your mouth against his and you can tell he’s close too. His hips stutter, and he quickly looks between your face and your pussy, asking permission again. You shoot him a cock-dumb smile before leaning closer to his head.

“Be a good boy and fill me up again, Dogma,” you say, your voice husky in his ear.

“F-fuck! Yes, yes ma’am,” he pants, thrusting up into you faster and deeper.

His hips stutter again, and just before his muscles lock, he moves a hand down where your bodies meet and presses his thumb against your aching clit. Your orgasm crashes over you, and you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. At the same time, your cunt milks his twitching cock dry as he pumps you full of cum. The feeling of near-simultaneous climax is like nothing you’ve experienced with anyone before, and it’s addictive.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the intensity of your orgasm, you cling to Dogma and he does the same; you notice it's like he never wants to let go. Gasping and panting, he presses his forehead into yours and you feel like you never want to let him go either, a thought that should alarm you, but doesn’t.

Once the two of you are breathing relatively normally, he pulls out and lowers you to your feet. You stand on wobbly legs, straddling his thigh for support as he clips his codpiece back into place. After he’s covered back up, he reluctantly steps back from you, then moves toward the door.

Before he leaves, you grab Dogma’s hand and yank him back to you for a final, soulful kiss. He breaks away first, looks like he wants to say something, but changes his mind, then steps through the door and into the hallway. Just before it slides shut again, he looks back over his shoulder at you. You sense a wave of that same strong emotion crash over you as he does. When your eyes meet, for just a brief second, you feel your entire body tingle.

Then the door shuts. You listen to his footsteps until the sound fades away, then sigh before returning to bed. You wouldn’t be needed for another hour or two anyway. You slip back under the covers, taking a deep breath before closing your eyes. It’s at this moment that you realize your entire bed smells like him. Instead of a flutter in your chest, this time you get a bizarre swooping sensation in your belly, as if you missed a step when going downstairs. You know exactly what this feeling is, and what it means. You can very clearly picture your master looking at you with a smug ‘I told you so’ expression on his face, and you only have one thought: Oh. Oh no.

Dogma walks back to the barracks as quickly but calmly as he can, and when he slips through the door and into the darkened room, it looks like everyone else is either completely asleep or only halfway awake; nobody seems to notice him coming in. Just as he breathes a sigh of relief, someone clicks the lights on.

“Well, look what the tooka dragged in,” says a voice near the light switch. Dogma groans, annoyed already, even though he should have expected this from Fives. He ignores the snickering of his brothers and turns around to face the ARC Trooper.

Fives approaches and throws an arm around him, clapping a hand against his upper arm while trying not to laugh.

“You know, when Jesse and Hardcase told us where they found you last night, none of us believed ‘em. You’d never break such an important rule,” Fives says, smirking. Dogma rolls his eyes and shakes him off.

“So…?” Jesse says, leaning against the wall nearby and watching him

“So what?” Dogma says, trying to hold his temper.

“So how did it go!” Hardcase says as he gets out of bed.

“What was she like? What do you think of her?” Fives asks, still smirking.

“That is none of your damn business,” Dogma spits, his words clipped and his patience quickly evaporating.

“So you’re not denying it then?” Jesse says, walking closer. “We didn’t think you had it in ya,” he says, putting an arm around him the same way Fives had. Dogma scowls as Fives exaggeratedly wipes a nonexistent tear from his eye.

“Ah, our vod’ika, finally a man,” he says, making nearly everyone else laugh. Tup just shakes his head and ignores the entire scene, mumbling something about not getting what the big deal is under his breath.

Dogma is on the verge of telling them all off, but is beaten to it.

“We’ve got formation in five minutes, you all better be ready,” Rex says as he enters the room, which shuts everyone up. As they scramble to get dressed, Rex walks up to Dogma and simply looks him up and down.

“I see you had a good night,” Rex says, the ghost of a smirk crossing his face.

“Dank ferrik, is it really that obvious?” Dogma says, exasperated, as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It is, and for two reasons; one, you’ve never been out of your bunk all night before,” Rex says, and can’t help but laugh a little before continuing. “And two, your kit is against code.”

Dogma looks at his Captain, confused. Rex smirks visibly this time, and stares at the obvious spot of your combined fluids drying on Dogmas upper thigh. Dogma glances down, then whips his head back at Rex, mortified.

“Go get cleaned up,” Rex says, clapping Dogma's shoulder a few times. “Took you long enough,” he says, chuckling at him as he walks away.

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Fic Highlight: Second Person POV

I’m trying to be more proud of my own writing and to compliment it more, so I figured I’d maybe do a series of “fic highlights” where I share some of my fics and give my thoughts on it and say what I like about it! (And maybe sometimes what I would change if I did it again, but still in a positive way)

For our first installment, that will be second person! While most of my fics are in third person, second person is also a big love of mine. It feels incredibly natural to write in it for me, maybe even more so than third person. So here we go, in chronological order of when I wrote it!

E is for Edith

Written for SSOtober 2022 (day 9: wanderer), this is my first 2th person fic I’ve ever posted! I still love this one although I understand why it’s never been the most popular of mine. Edith Octavia Hartwood is a niche character we do not know much about. I had fun inventing part of her at least!

I like my use of words here. It is mainly prose, but it has a hint of purple prose there without being too overwhelming. And I do not say that as a negative; I love purple prose when used in moderation! I think I really created an atmosphere and emotion moreso than I created a character, and I’m super happy with how it eventually turned out!

Carve thy name on a moss covered stone

Ah. The most popular of the sso fics that I’ve written in 2th person, and I can understand why.

It’s short, which is why it might be a surprise to some that this one actually took quite a while to write. I wanted to balance the words just right, and in some ways I succeeded, though it’s not perfect - but well it never turns out exactly like it is in your head does it? And that’s ok, I’m still happy with what it became.

I like the structure I used here, with the seasons. I also like my theming and symbolism with the roses here, though rereading it it was maybe less subtle than I thought. Oh well!

The eternal dark without a dawn

Oh boy here we go. That’s quite a jump, huh? While perhaps similar in subject to Carve thy name, I used the 2th person differently here.

The way I used it here was more experimental, as a way to show some shared experiences and actions to then verge off into a few different perspectives in the same moment.

I think that, as soon as I realized what I wanted to do for this, there was no other option than to write it this way. Sure, I considered writing from one of them - but no. No. It always had to be all four. I’m very happy with how taking this risk turned out.

Through the looking glass

I don’t think I have much more to say on this than I’ve already said about it.

This is another one that might look deceptively short and quick to write; but the careful balance needed for mystery - not too much information but enough to at least know what’s going on - was something I had to really experiment with while writing. This was 2th person, after all - if it was 3th person, I could give more information without the character knowing, but here I couldn’t. I think I managed to find that balance though, and I’m really happy with it!

And that marks the end of my first fic highlights! :D

[tallsc]

Alright, I'm probably going to watch this multiple times and focus on each character individually at some point but for my first watchthrough I pulled up this post while watching and will send my thoughts/reactions, warning this will be very long

They just chilling on the couch this is so nice, Orange getting snacks :D

Wait I wonder how the time skip during Blue's walk with the piglins is gonna work? (Also Orange are you supposed to eat the melon I mean ig nothing's wrong with that)

AWW THEY WATCHING YELLOW DO HIS THING AWW Orange wants his drink tho let them refill the drink

RED'S HERE I WONDERED WHAT HE WAS DOING wait were those zombie spawn eggs did i remember that right

Yes yes they were okay welp, they got golems to help at least

Oh I forgot to pay attention to Blue's screen neat they didn't timeskip the walk they just walked through some smallish sections of biome

I love the fact that this whole time Red's just been causing chaos in the background and we never saw in the main thing, they're spawning rabbits now

GREEN LOOKED UP AT THE SAME TIME BLUE STARTED GETTING ATTACKED PFFFT they just looked at Yellow's computer tho, where's Orange and Red gone off to?

Oh Orange just got another drink and Red's playing with their rabbit

RED GOT TO SIT DOWN FOR A BIT YAY hang out with Yellow yes they friends this is nice

Oh we merged with canon now, Orange found the portal :D They timed Orange running through well with the music

BLUE'S SO SAD ABOUT THE NETHERWART NOOO but ah yes we get to see two Oranges on screen at once this is even more suspicious than the actual episode

Okay I have reached The Witch and can you just? Put a person/block in your inventory??? Is that how this works? Blue just runnin tho

Yellow why did you just start?? Eating grass??? Also Green's freaking out atm

Oh now Green's experimenting and Yellow's just vibing with his friends and Red's going on a swim and Blue has now gotten incredibly bored

I'm getting the sense Green's probably doing the same thing Blue is rn and is just taking a break after finishing his experimenting

Oh ig the witch is still carrying Blue cause Blue got startled when the witch jumped and started making zombie noises, they just went back to chilling tho

They started fighting and Blue started freaking out rip, they tripped and just stopped moving oh no

Oh hey wait Pig sorta noticed Green ALSO PFFT BLUE GOT FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN

Just watching Blue trying so hard to get the Netherwart also Pig gets their own POV :D

Someone's gotta keep track of what Blue used to make all these potions at some point

PFFT THE MAIN FIGHT'S HAPPENING AND PIG'S JUST IN THE CORNER WITH THEIR OWN POV I WILL NOT GET OVER THIS also there was a scene I'm looking forward to seeing if they do an extra POV I'll get to that in a minute

They did not POV it :( I will forever be wondering why the other four took so long to get Red back into themselves and why Yellow was trying to feed Red a splash potion during the Blue/Witch 1-on-1, on the plus side we get Pig stealing all the potions

The CG are just watching and cheering as dyes XDD

OH PURPLE POV oh no the blue orchids :(

This is not something I originally thought of how it would be POVed but it would be incredibly funny if they had a side screen with the entire group just standing there while Orange goes through their nether flashback, they did not do that however

I have reached Parkour, seems pretty much like the regular episode for a while so imma skip ahead hopefully I don't miss anything, skipped to about the end of the splitting paths

Alright I am going to need to rewatch this bit a few times later, also I need to check if they actually all did get the times it said they got and if not who won

NOO ORANGE DROPPED THE TROPHY OFF THE EDGE I THINK also Yellow got strangled for a second there

Mango was tryna draw and told Purple to go away I feel ya I don't like people watching me draw either, yooo they do have a security camera station - huh Purple told them to rewind Yellow's footage I think

OH THAT POV TRANSITION WAS COOL

Aww that one piglin's just tired I'm gonna get attached to them and then they're gonna die :( Oh and I look to the side and Yellow's just hanging off a wall, I'm very much gonna have to rewatch these segments individually

NOO THE PIGLINS ARE SCARED and yellow's still hanging off the side of a wall okay finally he stopped

BLUE'S ON THE WALL NOW NOOO y'know i always did like thinking of them and yellow as twins

I keep catching glimpses of what's going on and I really need to see more of this NO ORANGE IS ON THE WALL TOO that was such a sarcastic wave you did there

Nooo the piglins :C they were sweet and now one of them is dead :C

Oh looks like Orange has found out his tactic everyone else is still going tho OH RED ALMOST GOT KILLED THERE THAT WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT

Yellow found out his thing too neat also another neat transition with Orange's and Red's frames

Green just suffering off to the side while everyone's all happy and meeting each other

HMMM DO I SENSE MORE LUSH CAVES CONTENT CAUSE THIS SEEMS LIKE I'LL BE ABLE TO USE THIS also how let's see how this Green POV goes

Oh wait it's Purple? No wait it's still Green

Ofc the cobwebs at the end of their inventories, also they're trying so hard with the beacons

Green's tryin their best, they look mad, but also that's gotta hurt

Purple what are you looking for??? You keep showing up???

They tried making entire beacons but that doesn't look the same as the other beam and they can't move it XDD

PURPLE'S BACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Pffft sideways/upside down beacon, also they had so much iron but no food welp

Green's POV is just sad

Orange looks so mad while they're walking

Oh Red looks tired now :( Orange still goin, I'm assuming it's gonna swap to the original episode soon now - yep here goes

Ah yes I do love the dramatic music notes as the camera pans to a pumpkin/melon farm

Did Green and Pig just like fall asleep? I haven't noticed any movement over there for a while

Ohhh the slow mo on the Lush Caves side when it slow mo-ed for Titan Ravager was interesting

GREEN'S AWAKE and suffering still STOP PUNCHING THE THING WITH YOUR FIST

OH PURPLE POV whatcha doin thereee ohhh the piglins to find the CG's nether portal

Neat we get to see a bit more of the castle through Green's perspective

Ohhh we're gonna get full fights for both of these imma have to watch this twice later

WAIT THE SYNCRONIZATION OF PURPLE AND GREEN'S LANDING THOUGH?? THAT WAS COOL

Huh it took a minute for the effect of the block being removed to reach the bastion

That is a speedy hoglin they goin

That is a speedier Orange

THE ANIMATION ON MANGO'S STAFF THOUGH

WAIT PURPLE'S SO UPSET AWWWWW also Blue's collecting so many arrows good on you Blue

Will definitely have to watch this part multiple times to focus on things individually

The animation on the icon block fight though is wonderful and how Mango legitimately does just go right back into battle after leaving Purple hurts me

They are just ignoring the note block animals to let the epic music finish XD Also this is gonna be so hard to watch oh nooooo another thing I'm gonna have to rewatch a ton

Okay they're letting the note block animals take over the sound for the most part now fair at least they let the epic music finish

Oh here comes the raid music I think OH NO THEY SPLIT UP AGAIN I FORGOT YELLOW SPLIT UP TOO THIS IS SO HARD TO WATCH

Wait are we gonna get full versions of all of Red's classes? Also Blue's just here building

WAIT ORANGE IS OVER LAVA ONE SEC LEMME REWIND A BIT HOW DID THEY GET THERE okay guess that didn't go straight to the ancient city

Yellow's just here working on the staff this might take a second - oh we swapped to Monster School and Warden music that's an interesting mix

Oh gosh the note blocks in the background too and neat we do get to see all classes

Yellow's outside now ig? Dunno how or when that happened they just doing a lot of stealth stuff

Villager training arc now and Green climbing up a mountain WAIT THEY ADDED ANOTHER POV FOR HEROBRINE AND MONSTERS SO MANY POVS

Alright they joined POVs again and enchanting looks cool as ever WAIT MORE WARDEN BACKSTORY I'm rewinding again to watch the warden flashback although the music does not fit with this

Yellow went on a whole stealth mission though like wow, Blue's just crafting still tho

MANGO POV MANGO POV WAIT WAIT THIS IS WHERE THE FLASHBACK HAPPENS???

Oh it's a speedy flashback tho

I just speedran watching Gold's death what the heck

Purple having a quiet dramatic story moment while I hear Red just being murdered in the background

How many slow-mo shots did they just align there??? I swear at least two of them were actually supposed to slow motion right there and a third fit pretty easily as a slow motion too

They didn't slow motion Skeleton being smug though XD

Wait Blue's POV vanished a bit ago when did that happen idk but too long ago for me to rewind

Whatever's going on at least there are less POVs and the Purple music mixed with the other soundtracks occasionally is still cool, weird seeing multiple of some characters at times tho

Blue's back and now Yellow's gone, also they aligned two of the slow motion shots again, neat

Alright Blue and Yellow are together again so there's no one person missing nice, AND THEY'RE ABOUT TO JOIN THE MAIN GROUP

Alright we're at two POVs now and Green's gonna join soon, curious how POVs are gonna work in this upcoming fight

Even with these extra POVs I still don't know where Red went after Yellow force staffed them away

ALRIGHT THE KING TIME

Scanning forward this actually looks relatively single-perspective so imma skip to the portions where there are multiple perspectives for ease of wanting to write this out

Hey wait in seeing all the destruction and stuff side by side, why didn't the village rift start in the sky? Everything else did

POVs merged again so gonna skip to where everyone is dying :DDDD

I do have to watch this whole thing as a whole at some point though bc it's so dramatic aaaAA

Nooo Purple and Mango just walking in their respective voids this is so sad wait

PURPLE'S SO SAD NOOO AND THE PETALS KEEP JUST SLOWLY FALLING

Purple looked up for a moment when Mango broke through but just went back to hiding noooo T-T

For some reason Green trying to catch themselves but their fishing rod breaking before they can always hits me that wasn't a new thing but it's always hit hard for some reason

Purple just getting to hug Mango by the time Orange gets to the portal awwwwww

Okay wait the overworld/nether shot of the beam of light is actually very cool

Only one music note for replacing the blocks heheheheh

That's pretty much it, whether I use this for theory or not this was fun and there are definitely parts I'm gonna rewatch later XD For anyone who read through all this uhhhh hope you enjoyed my rambling ig XD It was a lot but if you did read it all ty

[grassyhorizon45]

Changed. || Marauders - 17

Minuet's POV

“Not you too….” Professor McGonagall groaned. “Minnie, divination is a waste of time, no matter how lovely Professor Trelawney is.”

“But she says she sees potential in me…��

“She’s worse than a babbling bumbling bunch of baboons. Every year I get at least one student that tells me she predicted their death.”

“Every year??— Has anyone died yet?”

“Nope.”

Minuet sighed with relief. 

“What made her approach you? You’re not a third year yet…”

“She overheard my conversation with Severus about—” She hadn’t told Erva yet… her sister didn’t know about it.

“—something.”

Minerva raised a brow. Minuet realised how sus she sounded and giggled. 

“No, it’s not what you’re thinking! I’ve just… I’ve been hearing things.”

“Oh… What sort of things?”

“It’s like a ‘psst psst psst psst’ noise,” Minuet mimicked. “And only in places with more people.”

Minerva pondered this. “I’m no expert but that sounds more like legilimency than any sort of second sight.”

“What’s…. that?” She was learning so many new terms recently her head was going to burst.

“Legilimency is something like telepathy in muggle books,” Minerva explained.

“So, something like mind reading?”

“Yeah.”

“But I don’t know what you’re thinking about right now, how’s that legi-mency?”

“Well, fair point but maybe it’s in its early stages? I don’t know, I’ll ask Dumbledore.”

~

“So word got out you’re gonna be taking divination?” Lily asked curiously. 

“Apparently so… but Erva says it’s a load of nonsense…”

“Why do they teach it if it were useless?” Severus pointed out. “Surely there’s more to it, right?”

“You make a great point there, Snape. I say just go for it Minnie, you’ll never know till you try.”

Minuet gave Lily a ‘really?’ look but Lily simply nodded. She sighed, now she’d have to start having her hands full with extra classes from Prof. Trelawney on top of her usual workload.

Minuet and Lily said goodbye to Severus and returned to the Gryffindor common room. 

“There sure is a lot of commotion in here huh…” Lily mumbled. Minuet nodded and tapped the nearest person’s shoulder, “Sorry, what’s going on?” Minuet asked politely. 

“We’re —urgh, watch your step Thompson!— tryna see who made the —THAT’S MY FOOT WEASLEY!!!— quidditch team.”

“Oh… Thank you!”

Minuet looked at Lily, “They’re tryna see who made the quidditch team, Lily.”

“Ah…” she replied. “But why’s there this many people??” 

Minuet shrugged. The same senior turned around to talk to them, “Rumour has it, some first year made the team! No one believes so we all want to take a look-see at the name list ourselves.”

“I see! Thanks- uh…”(Minuet)

“Patricia Rakepick. Call me Pat,” she said enthusiastically.

“Nice to meet you! I'm Lily Evans, and you've already met McGonagall…”

“Oh, like the professor?”

Minuet nods.

“Honestly kid, I don't know why I'm tryna cut the cue here. It's utterly pointless,” Pat chuckled.

Lily remembered something. “I thought first years weren't allowed to try out?”

“Exactly. This kid apparently barged into tryouts and caught the snitch before anyone could blink! They say the captain was furious but—”

“He still made the team?” Minuet guessed.

“Yes-sir-ree!”

“Huh, I wonder if we know the guy…” said Lily.

“I bet you we do. Who else in our year has the guts besides Potter and his gang?” Minuet whispered in Lily's ear.

“So Pat, what year are you?” Lily asked, wanting to know the senior better.

“5th year— Be right back!!” Pat said before zooming off.

“I wonder if we'll get to try quidditch in class. It's weird to try out for something you don't know if you're interested in, right?”

Lily laughed, “Great point…”

Lily's POV

“Solace, hey. What are you doing here at this time?”

Isn't she normally out with her friends? She's hardly in our dorm.

“Just resting,” she replied. “You?”

I shrugged.

“Heard some Gryffindor guy in our year made the quidditch team. Any idea who?”

“I do! It's my cousin James, he's absolutely insane,” she chuckled.

I laughed, “Of course it's Potter, should've known. 

“I'm almost certain he has a crush on me by the way. Take a look at this-”

I handed Solace the letter Minuet passed me.

She was holding back her laughter while reading.

“I know right, it's only been a month and he's already making a move…”

“Those boys and their dares,” Solace sighed, smiling. “Oh, before I forget– Sorry about that Slytherin friend of yours… I've tried stopping them but it's no use.”

Oh, well…at least she's trying :D

“It's just… why?”(Lily)

“No idea. Boys will be boys I guess.”

Sigh, oh well. Poor Severus.

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