#ENJOY MY INCOHERENT SCREAMING YALL

[emil1863]

More for the au!

The basics, Gods, Demigods, Devil Fruits, all exist.

World Gov + Marines try and keep the whole concept of gods and demigods under wraps. Because I'm working with "D's" carry divinity. And having a good chunk of them outright despise the government isn't a great look.

Luffy is a god while Garp and Dragon are demigods. Luffy can shift between physical and 'divine' form whereas demigods don't have that ability.

Luffy is the successor/inheritor of his predecessor's will and own divinity. But not through reincarnation necessarily. One in the same but they are very much so different. His devil fruit and promise to Shanks cemented his place as the successor to the sun and freedom. When gods and demigods start out, there isn't a wholly set future for what will they will have, or the ideals they will embody. Luffy has always had his cloudy/intangible form.

Imagine Garp's surprise when his grandson, who was supposed to join him in the marines, is set to embody freedom and the sun. He was pissed for a solid week about that. Garp also had to deal with questioning where Dragon had even gotten Luffy from, he still doesn't know.

Ace and Sabo were very adamant that Luffy not show off his divine form to everyone, especially if he wanted to become a pirate. He can't be a pirate if the government tracks him down and hides him away at the ripe age of like, 8. Also because having a full god is pretty uncommon, Sabo has heard horror story after horror story of what nobles and those in higher society would do to a god. Sabo is the most vocal about Luffy being careful about that.

Luffy meets Koby, and does an absolutely terrible job at keeping his form hidden. It's harder to control which form he's in when he's excited. Koby was a human with no divinity and big dreams that Luffy adored. So, already excited with a new friend, and the two on their way to Shells town, Luffy sneezed and immediately sold himself out. Koby is a terrible liar and so just elects to never speak on this topic ever. If anyone asks why he has so much knowledge on gods, specifically sun gods, he just doesn't answer. Helmeppo thinks it's funny and immediately pieced together why, because Koby cannot keep anything from him. And Garp has to respect how hard that kid is trying to not completely sell out his grandson, even if the brat kind of deserves it for being a pirate.

Luffy is going to be the Pirate King, divine or not. His crew quickly find out about his side quirk/form in varying ways. Zoro woke up one day with a cloudy demon from hell cutting off his airways. Nami was trying to explain clouds to Luffy and that 'no, they cannot just spawn on your person, that's stupid,' and so Luffy shows her that he is in fact, correct.

Usopp got jumpscared early in the morning, before the sun had risen, when Luffy just appeared behind him and asked if he wanted to watch the sunrise. Sanji was cooking dinner and Luffy got so excited he phased out of his physical body.

Chopper found out while asking Luffy if he had any medical conditions he should know about, he thought it was kinda cool that Luffy can change forms. And is only a little jealous that Luffy has a fully human form. Luffy always makes sure to tell Chopper he's exactly who he needs to be.

Robin found out after talking about 'Nika,' who is thought to be long dead, but is not. And is the captain of the crew she is now apart of. Luffy knows the name is important and it has a certain weight when it's said. He physically feels when someone says his name around him. Robin thinks this is very fascinating. (Also can add some context into poneglyphs, that there is a lot to it, even if Robin doesn't yet know and Luffy wasn't alive/doesn't have that knowledge)

Franky was showing off cool shit he could do with his robotic body, and Luffy was like 'me too!!!'

Brook found out when Luffy fell asleep listening to him play a song, and Luffy slipped back into his resting form of cloudiness.

While both forms have their uses and limitations, Luffy is most comfortable in his intangible form, even if his physical one is the default. He cannot access his divine form after a certain point of exhaustion hits.

Im going to end that there before I have an entire novel in this. But that's the general thought throw up I'm smacking down right now.

Sorry if this is incoherent and not easy to understand lol. I will flesh it out more later and when I have actually thought more about it. Might change things later too. Then I'll probably make a good post about it with actual wellish made context and lore.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

"Roll your fucking eyes again and I'll give you a reason to roll em."

Jeon Soyeon x Reader

You and Soyeon had been arguing all day. It started from earlier when she had done nothing but stay in her studio, ignoring your texts and calls. Her reason being “I'm too focused in my work” You talked to Miyeon about it who suggested that you should try to surprise her. You left dance practice early, and tried to surprise her with her favorite meal that night. You did your hair, make up, and put on a nicer outfit. You waited for hours for her to show up , when she finally came in at about 12 Am she didn't even look at the food just going straight to your shared bedroom.

To say you were angry was an understatement, and now here you both were arguing after she had gotten in late yet again. “You don't answer Your phone or anything! Its like you don't care!” You argued, “You're making big deal out of nothing! We're in the same group its not like I don't see you!” Soyeon argued back, “I barely even see you anymore! We're in the same group Soyeon and I barely fucking see you! Do you know how annoying that is!?” you yelled back at her.

“I'm just trying to plan ahead for our next Comeback!” She yelled back, you folded your arms across your chest and rolled your eyes. Soyeon hated when you gave her an attitude but this time she smirked as she grabbed your face “roll your fucking eyes at me one more time and I’ll give you a reason to roll em.”

You jerked your face out of her grip rolling your eyes again at her words. She grabbed your face crashing her lips against yours before you could say anything else. Her hands harshly making their way underneath your shirt making you whine from the roughness. She lightly bit your lip , exploring your mouth with her tongue when you gasped. She pushed you onto the mattress, pinning your arms to the bed. She smirked as she tore your shorts and panties off flinging them to the other side of the room, and shoved her fingers inside of you not giving you time to adjust.

You moaned loudly squeezing your eyes shut “open your eyes.” She demanded , you complied. The minute your eyes opened she began to thrust her fingerd inside you fast and rough. You began to cry as you moaned squirming making her put her hand on your stomach making you stop moving. “Fucking whore. You're usually my good little girl but since you wanna be a slut , i have no problem fucking you like one.”

With each word her fingers somehow went faster and deeper making you Moan louder practically screaming. She laughed at the sight. She went down to your lips hungrily kissing you swallowing all your sounds. She pulled away from the kiss suddenly stopping her movements making you cry and thrash “Say you're sorry.” she demanded “I-I’m sorry!” You cried “For?” She said waiting, “being a brat and having an attitude! I'm sorry! Please don't stop, please let me cum!” More tears came out of your eyes as you begged for her fingers.

She laughed as she went even faster than she was going previously “That's my good girl. You sound so pretty when you beg for me especially when your beneath me like this.” You couldn't even reply as you were spewing out incoherent words. Soyeon felt you clenching on her fingers letting her know you were close. You had a pleading look in your eyes as she smiled even nore deciding to let you cum. She watched as your face contorted to one of pleasure , your eyes rolling back as you screamed releasing all over her hand , a lot of your cum staining the sheets. She kissed your forehead cuddling you as you panted.

She took her fingers out of you as she made circle on your arms. “I'm sorry my girl. I'll try not to spend too much time in the studio anymore.” She laid down on the bed next to you as she held you in her arms. “I think you inspired my next song~”

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The famous Soyeon smut I wrote last year I hoped yall enjoyed

[carmenized-onions]

Yap sheet, live and in color!!

I wrote this as I was reading it, so it very well may be incoherent since I read the chapter almost immediately upon waking up. 😍 OH OH OH before i forget this is going to be really long, so my apologies, BUT !! Can i get put on the taglist? Pretty please 😛 .... wait adding this later I think im already on it 🤔

1.) I can taste what is happening here, i think, and I swear to god, if it ends up that he calls tony, calls ME THE READER, a distraction, I'll cry. Onion, you will have made me cry. Sigh. A dish getting sent back making him all wiggy does make a lot of sense, though, I fear.

2.) "He’s not meant to be a good person. He’s meant to be a good chef." :< i hate u that's so sad and isolating, and so on the nose for Carmy :<

-side note idk why but this :< and :> have become my absolute favorite lil emojis lately so silly

3.) Cue my eyes widening all comical and shit cause ONION "you should be dead" NOOOOOOOOOO L major L cause wtf

This yap sheet is gonna be mega long if i keep doing it like this, I'm ngl. But i think you'll enjoy it, so I might keep it up

4.) Yes, match our clothes to Carmy's eyes... or whatever !!!

5.) Poor Fak. "So Fak is gonna be our server?" "Yessir." "He any good?" "No Sir." And that's so real, actually. Okay, just read more, and Neil really is a small train wreck, and "Oh wow" definitely made me giggle

6.) I feel like im taking notes for class here, and i usually hate taking notes, so that's how you know you've got me by the balls with this story, Onion. Also, this is its own point bc ik ur gonna reply to these in order like this so this is me telling u that if u don't want me to send these this long i will not be offended cause this is gonna be so much. ALSO did this just for u bc I'll see in other asks when ur lamenting abt people not pointing out certain things (I TOTALLY get that btw) and I usually notice them but forget them in my yap sheet cause i do them after the fact so :> also this point is so long now okay this backfired on me.

7.) NOT TONY REFERRING TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS A RESERVATION thats so silly. I love that Fak was all. Oh, is that Carmy's jacket?? And Richie jumps straight to oh yall are fucking. NOT A SEX PAINTING OHMYGOD

8.) :< that's all I have to say about that sequence with Carmy that made me very :<

9.) Anyway, um Tony screaming at the sight of him is also very :< also him immediately thinking he is the problem or like the self loathing taking over is also so :< bc like UGH this poor man I really just want to give him the biggest hug in the world. But in Tony's defense, I, too, would get jumpscared by slicked back hair Carmen. I mean, I guess that tracks since Tony IS me, technically.

10.) Okay Fak appears like he's going to be this bad the whole time so unless theres smth specific to say, I'll just cap the Fak interaction here and say I feel for my man Neil bc I, too, am a very slow learner and I would probably also fall flat on my face just like this.

11.) Richie is so dear to me as a character, like that man held everything together in his two hands and got zero appreciation for it. And like, that is something I relate so heavily to. Richie watching Tiff move on must be so :< even if he does seem like he's made his peace with it

12.) Okay, so i just read for a lil while, but um. CARMY'S OLD BOSS SHOWING UP??? DIABOLICAL!! YOU ARE AN EVIL ONION FR like that's so vile. Also I will say that the syd comforting is so slay. Tony just going immediately into caretaker mode is so me actually

13.) THE RACIALLY TARGETED MILES MORALES BANDAIDS !!!!

14.) Anyway I love Syd and Tony and the let me love you is so URGHHHHH i just love them sm

15.) Okay so I hate that fucking guy but ,,, GO TONY !! Love that she basically just handed them their asses by being smart n shit.

16.) RATATOUILLE MENTION !!! Love

17.) Okay the fact that tony questions whether or not Carmen would defend her over impressing chef asshole is so UGH UGH UGH makes my chest all tight bc like, yes, I think he would, i think he absolutely would choose Tony over all of it but... then again.... UGH

18.) OH MY GODDDDDDDD CARMY WROTE TONY A NOTE FOR HER MEAL THATS SO. ITS SO. OH MY GODDD. Even when hes being a grade a dickface hes so sweet :<

19.) LOVE??? Yeah im so gone goodbye

20.) Oh im so dead the moment she got the plate I knew she was gonna give it to chef asshole but STILL IT STILL HURTS

21.) Okay yes im like very :< abt the nat and carmy convo but what is this did mikey have a lil folder abt chip tony like a journal type shit wtf onion

22.) NO THIS IS TERRIBLE NEWS CARMY THINKING SHE DATED MIKEY??? NOOOOO THIS IS EVEN WORSE ACTUALLY THIS IS SO BAD??

23.) I hate you. Thats all 🫶 that cliffhanger was abhorrent

No but fr that was phenomenal and i really hope you like this ugh. Ur writing so fucking good im like crying at the optometrist rn

ALRIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU SKIPPED TO MY ANSWER N DIDN'T READ THE ASK !!! goin' under the keep reading for this one. Will this be the only ask I get through before I have to go run errands? We'll find out. Will there be a snapshot of the next chapter under the cut as a little treat? I honestly don't know, I'll have to look to see if there's anything I can give you that doesn't give away everything lmao.

Before we start though, I do want to note somewhere, I have finished the draft for the next chapter-- I usually don't do to much rework at this point, but I do think it'll need some decent edits-- It's very hard to write like, after a fight, yknow? Like I'm trying to do a very organic aftermath, as well, it's not just a complete cliffhanger, where I can time skip the awkwardness-- And that's like. Woo. Need to revise and make sure it's good.

Anyways, this is all to say:

Thank God I split this from the last chapter, eh? Almost dropped fucking 20k straight on your heads like a comical boulder.

Anyways time to actually REVIEW THIS WONDERFUL YAP SHEET LETS GO

YES you're on the taglist and never apologize for yapping, I do it all the time. And I love to be yapped back to. I know how much work goes into taking notes, so it genuinely really warms my fuckin' heart that you'd take that time for me thank you my love!!

OOH. I think bro gets very close to saying distraction, I think he says that he gets distracted, but never actually calls Tony one straight up. I do think Tony basically calls herself one at some point... Which... Baby, your self image pleaasse. AND YEAH, THE PLATE SENT BACK-- You'd all laugh if I showed you my notes app drafts, I literally have a note titled 'carmy mental snap' and a list of things to fuck with him psychologically that come to me throughout the day

Writing the not a good person, good chef, actually did make me realize what the fuck bro was yapping about in the Season 2 finale. I always like got the amusement or enjoyment line, but I don't think I fully understood what he meant because I was like-- You make food baby, that's a form of enjoyment-- It's not to him. It's money. He doesn't get joy out of being a chef, right now. UGH. I'M RUINED.

Yeah babyyyyy, the voice in his head is still his exeeccccc lets goooooo-- Pulled up the NYC scene dialogue, for that whole morning routine. Pulled all those lines straight from it. Major L to Jeff from Community. He had a major change in character smh

or WHATEVER!!!!!!

I promise I wasn't planning on dogging on Fak this much as a server, and then I watched the trailer, and no spoilers, he fucking bombs and I was like , well, okay, that's the game we're playing Mr Storer? I'll play,,,

DAWWW, again, I know how much this takes, and I should say-- Never feel pressure, lmao-- Whenever I poke at people for not noting things, it's just me poking fun i swear. I never want it to feel STRESSFUL to read these chapters, though (well, i guess i did want THIS one to feel stressful lmao), so please don't feel like you have to do this-- Do i love it? Yes. Do I also beg for essays? Yeah.,,, but like, like yknow what I mean-- Go at thine pace, baby

Richie and Syd are Tony's two besties, and them both immediately going SO YALL ARE FUCKING???? Feels very correct, to me. Sex painting also, I just think is such a Fak thing to whisper. I mean those canvases couples FUCK on, with paint covering, by the way, if that wasn't clear. I don't know how well known a thing that is. I went to art school, so. When worlds collide, yknow.

:< Zero Pulse Carmy L Count: 2 (the morning scene was rough)

I love seeing the different reactions to Tony yelling, because it's either like: AWE POOR CARMY or THATS SO FUCKING SCARY SHE SHOULD BE SCREAMING, WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?-- And I love to see that.

I would 100% flail like this. Fak is me at my new admin job every day.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I went from a certified Richie Hater to a lover. Writing this fic I think also aided to that, alot, because it forced me to think very critically about like, what it fucking meant to stick around, when your best friend dies. Like me and my best girlfriend-- The Syd to my Tony, essentially, have both said repeatedly if one of us kicks the bucket, the other one is immediately yeeting it. Like. Richie staying alive let alone in the same place, that takes a lot of fucking strength. Love him.

DIABOLICALLLLLL HAAAAA, I did a little dance, when everyone started tweaking in the comments with that one. Love to see it. Got your asses with that surprise-- Got Carmen with it too, lmao. Can you imagine going to work already in a bad fuckin mood and then the Devil from your shoulder is like 'i'll be there in 30'? Ohhhh bitcchh--- I'd be doin worse than Carmy, tbh.

I would've dug so much more into the RACIALLY TARGETED MILES MORALES BANDAIDS!!!! if I was explicitly writing Tony as a POC, but I needed to give her a tamer response with 'i hate you'-- But to note, if I was going full WOC besties, it would've been fuckin' 'oh so you'd prefer peter parker?? racissstttttttt'-- Nothing says solidarity in the black/brown community like calling your fellow POC racist.

LET ME!!!! LET ME!!! Had that line written in my head for quite some time-- I've been planning this chapter since chapter 2, so it's like, like I really got to LIVEEE writing Tony/Syd, I adore them.

GO TONYYYYYY, I was worried I gave her too many talents, tbh. But like. Her title and nickname is Jack of All Trades, and it makes a lot of sense to me that being a Lead Paramedic = Fantastic under pressure, great at giving direction/leading, decent bedside manner + Repairman Level Memory + Wine Fascination since highschool = Not that many actual skills, but they all transfer into so many different branches. So I think she's not to OP lmao. WE'VE GOT TO NERF TONY.

The rat chef!!! I'm shocked no one found it frankly offensive Carmen hasn't seen Ratatouille-- But I do think that would be canon. I think Carmen's life would change dramatically for the better if he just fuckin' relaxed and watched Ratatouille.

RIGHT? I'm literally still debating the idea of what Carmen would do, in the scenario. Like, a lot rides on the idea of a star. His whole life and everyone elses--- Would he prioritize Tony? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm let's not think about it

The note, bah. What a sweetie. It's also like, written on the recipe card he drafted, too, so technically if she gained all the Michelin skills rn herself she could make it. Theoretically.

LOVEEEE...... moving on....

Speaking of Love, I have loved seeing the handful of people saying they knew immediately when she got that plate what Tony was gonna do about it. Like that is both touching to me as an author and also heartbreaking that on a story and character level, you immediately knew what Tony would do to herself there--- Bah.

JOURNAL IS INTERESTNG-- I wonder if Mikey would be the logging type. Maybe entirely unmarked in his notes app.

WOOOOFFFFFF

I'm sorry but I'm not sorry and I hope the OPTOMETRIST APPOINTMENT WAS GOOD DESPITE DA EMOTIONS HAHA

Now let's see, is there anything in the water I can give you here... Anything that won't spoil something,,,

There's not really much that isn't really emotionally charged, so I'll give you this, at least. Feels like any context of the next chapter is spoilery, but eh, read it if you'd LIKE to. haha. AGAIN-- THANK YOU LOVE!!!

[doubledyke]

making another pinned post since it's been a while and there seems to be some new people around these parts

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[campbyler]

hi hello i just read ch4 and i wanted to let yall know that while i was reading through the whole kiss scene i had to pause multiple times to scream and squeal and shriek and kick my feet. it got to the point where i sent 2 voice messages at midnight to my best friend quoting the fic (or. quoting what i could bc it was mostly me screaming) because i literally could not contain myself. they are now going to wake up to about 2 mins total of me screaming about acswy, which is actually perfect because they are already a massive swiftie and i've coerced them into shipping byler so they're already ¾ of the way to reading ur fic lol !

anyway. i am now writing this at 1 am and still going Bonkers because . BECAUSE. They Kissed and Made Out like. ohohoho what are going to be the Results of this Endeavor 👀👀👀 sorry i am. Incoherent. anyway all of u are rockstars and this chapter was AMAZING !!!!!!!!!

i understand because i have been working on that kiss scene since february and i could only do it in like 1-200 word bursts at a time due to the fact that it was simply So Much. suni and andi yelled at me so hard. i hope that your friend enjoyed your audio message i am obsessed with you (i also send audio messages to suni and andi all the time so i relate to this)

THEY KISSED AND MADE OUT!!!!!!!!! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!! (i know. hahahehe and so on and so forth)

[cielospeaks]

wholesomeness meme

i get annoyed by how bad i think some series i enjoy are but i dont like those moments that are trash and dont think they deserve the attention so instead have my most good vibes ey moments from things i could think of rn lol

dont talk to me i cant this is the actual best: this is stuff im just. keyboard smashes, shuts down, etc etc.

the losh scene in ouas: this short had no right to be as awesome as it was. this scene was so well and fun-ly animated im losing it

nwh saving the villains: moments of movies that live rent free in my head i appreciate this so much.

losh updates in florida: let me in let me in!!!!!

screaming incoherently: i love this a lot. awesome af.

the other witw/losh cameos in ouas: beautiful. wonderful. keep on doin what youre doin

nwh in general: heavy wepons guy voice i love this movie

schubby festival (+ sendai live): loid events are few and far between but every time i have a reason to scream abt my favorite lab experiment composers i will be

its so wholesome im gonna mclose it: im not even spiteful this is the best

guifei wanting to play a trio w the boys: so far the only character to have voice lines w them and not act like a creep. looks pointedly. anyways a good person and i appreciate her. pls come home

caro making lotr memes: caro deserves better. its also cute the two lute buddies are next to each other lol

senpai in ouas: he had a small role but its adorable. honestly this would be higher? idk. maybe this is just ouas in general bc there were a lot of genuinely wholesome moments (there were some bad ones but eh im not here for that lol)

the ending of k h 3: let -clap emoji- these -clap emoji- kids -clap emoji- eat -clap emoji- ice cream -clap emoji-

i am physically upset we dont get more shit like this in the series: ok the rage starts to show. im a little spiteful or more than before but this is still good af

cyrano being sexy and charly being wholesome: this was by far one of the best white days, probably on par with the like. gang roleplay with izou. cyrano is by far the best design the game has had in years

poke mon s v having such a banger main plot: compared to the previous one which just wasnt for me s v just hit me hard. i am not immune to silly sandwich lizard bike or wholesome slow burn friendship story. the only reason i think its lower is bc there were some aspects of the dlc that really turned me off, and i feel like souered a really good, pretty much perfect original story. also given that principal clavell is my favorite character since sub mas that really says something : )

beli voice lines in the museum and q pot: these are only lower bc im more angry at why we cant get this sort of good content. caro's thing just fricking punched me in the gut with the memes, but bel is cute af in these and i like him just being a nuisance and weirdo : )

seithr king dom hearts ing that shit: this is why youre very high tier, i love that you stood up for what you believed in and went against the main characters and their flawed beliefs in order to save people you cared abt (aka. alternate timeline versions of yourself). thats the good shit thats what im here for!!

lunar new year events in i dv: gosh i love these. the older men characters are your friends, and theres more focus on a variety of characters that isnt all negative like in the main canon. more of this pls.

hans being freed for the ending of the short: idk. i feel like the people in this short had more heart than most of the people who worked specifically for his movie/that crowd, which is why the usual abuse scene was a haha funny star wars joke and he got free at the end. also folklore bros i want to believe -prayer hands-

this tickles me a little: honestly this series is already so good or hasnt let me down yet so im happy and very touched but not like. foaming at the mouth like some of the others.

t f 2 resurgance by voice actors: i appreciate this so much yall are so wholesome. wish i lived closer id love to play meme songs for you sometime

tw st having good writing and letting the boys be silly boys: i love how the guys share brain cells and are like the embodiment of that vine with the shirtless guys jumping about the speaker. thats why i love them and why i got into the series

gin is alive: good for him!!! im so glad he isnt dead!!!! this was really nice but i feel like ive not been following as long as the hardcore fans but im still so happy, i was worried abt him. good hes ok. pls thrive my boi.

aladar in ouas: my friend!!!! this tickled me so much. thank u ppl who made this for being actually cool.

cameos in the void plot: i thought this was really sweet! very lore much yes! so far im enjoying this story and am trying to be hopeful. idk the more recent plot stuff (like idk. 10ish years back to now?) hasnt hit as hard as the stuff when i was like 10 yrs old but ill be hopeful :)

[thewrongshop]

ok so WHO is going to listen to me yell about lada dracul for the next six calendar months??

[lucivinyl]

in a week

pairing: lucifer x gn!reader

summary: where lucifer wrestles with grief after your death, and you try your best to help as a ghost. ~7k

note: obviously beware of the angst even though there is a bit of comfort in the end. this was probably one of the most interesting fic i’ve written and it’s essentially just my own interpretation of grief and moving on etc etc. hope yall enjoy :)

[Monday]

Lucifer felt like he was going to faint.

He had been standing outside the morgue with one hand on the doorknob for what felt like hours, yet he still couldn't bring himself to enter. His fingers were shaking slightly, and his legs were numb. Any moment now, they might just give up on him.

There were sniffles and whispers coming from the other side of the door. It was a reality that he had to face sooner or later. But maybe if he never opened the door, he wouldn't have to face it. He could hide away in a world where Asmodeus had never texted him those few ghastly words.

It was a stupid thought. A deep inhale later, he twisted the doorknob and dragged himself inside, despite the fact that his brain was still screaming no . The door closed behind him with a soft click, as if making sure that he would be locked in this space forever.

A few pairs of eyes darted toward him. The twins were holding each other up against the white wall. Mammon had his head buried between his knees, and his shoulders were so still that he didn't even seem to be breathing. The rest were standing on the far side of the room. None of them said a word, only returned to their own grieving.

And then there you were, under a white cover. He only allowed himself a brief moment of pleading before he removed the cloth. There was serenity written on your face. You looked like you were just taking a nap. A morgue is a weird place to be taking a nap in , he thought. Perhaps a shake on the shoulder would wake you up. And then you would open your eyes, and smile at the sight of him, as always.

But he knew you weren't asleep. He knew because something inside him was trembling, and there were chills running down his back even though he had his coat on. 

For a moment, he wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to touch you, but couldn't decide on where to start. At last, he chose your hand, for the sake of familiarity. The shape of it was so ingrained in his mind that it could never be forgotten. 

Your fingers were cold to the touch. Instinctively, he gave them a little squeeze to give warmth, and checked your face for signs. Any sign.

"Hey," The word slipped past his lips with a quiver. "Love?"

Of course you didn't answer, but he bargained nonetheless. He let go of your hand and moved to feel your heart. The only thing he could make out was his own racing heartbeat, stuck painfully in his tightened throat. 

Mammon shifted. He was watching Lucifer's hand, hoping with him. When the latter lifted it up, his face twisted in pain, and he abruptly stood up. No one was able to catch him as he rushed out of the room.

"Mammon!" Levi called before following him out. Then it was Satan. Picking up the hint, the others promptly exited, leaving Lucifer to himself.

The room was silent, but his mind was not. A war was raging on in his head, thoughts and emotions battling each other. The only thing he could make out from the incoherent chaos was this– they're dead, they're dead. And it's my fault. 

"I'm sorry," he let himself drop onto his knees, still clenching your hand, and eased into a constrained sob. "I'm sorry."

Among the voices, he also heard these : It's too soon. I could've changed this. I'm not ready to go through this again. Please. Enough. He tightened his grip around you, as if the force of his regrets and sorrow alone could bring you back. Don't leave me alone here . 

It did nothing to change the fact that you were gone.

If you'd ever imagined death to be peaceful, you were completely wrong. It was, in fact, torture.

It had been Asmodeus who'd found you. He bent over your limp body and wept. The sound coming out of him stabbed at your heart like daggers. Then you watched in fear as he typed on his phone with his shaky thumbs, because you knew what was coming, and you didn't want to face it.

The guilt rising from deep within you was so real that it almost felt as though you still had a body. You would've believed so had you not been staring directly at it– unmoving, empty, a vessel. One by one, the brothers rushed in with disbelief in their eyes. You saw the exact moment the knowledge rushed up to them, and how their faces fell.

It was all because of you.

No amount of bracing could've stopped the world from crashing down when the door was opened one last time. Unlike the others, Lucifer didn't fight. He surrendered to your death like it was an old friend, like it was all that he'd ever known.

"Lucifer," you called, reaching out to touch his shoulder. There was a fogginess to your voice, and your hands hovered upon contact before it went right through him. You seemed to be underwater. "Lucifer, I'm right here."

"I'm sorry," there was a crack in his voice that you'd never heard before. The tears that escaped you were involuntary– no one could stand watching their lover cry alone. He was being torn apart before your eyes, and there was nothing you could do. Even when you're right behind him, there was a distance you didn't know how to recover from.

The space between the living and the dead, you realized, was an impossible canyon. 

[Tuesday]

There was a saying that the deceased only became ghosts if they had unsettled business with the living. Mostly it was revenge, a desperate need for justice, other times it was just some undone wishes.

For you, it was a worry. You couldn't just go and leave everything behind. That's why you were roaming the halls now, hardly existing. The house was eerily quiet, the hallways choking with sadness. Every corner you turned, there was sorrow. Either that, or an emptiness that made you shiver. 

Asmodeus came into the dining room for breakfast, but only Lucifer was in here. The others were still holed up in their rooms.

"What do we do now?" He asked in a small voice, face puffy and eyes swollen from the crying. It'd filled the corridors for the entire night, and wouldn't stop even as you sat next to him, leaning in just enough that you could imagine pressing your shoulders against him.

"They said before that they'd prefer home burial, so we'll do that." Lucifer said.

"Okay," Asmodeus took a broken breath. He was on the brink of tears again. "They really are gone, aren't they?"

Lucifer put down the glass he'd been holding and stood up, the chair shrieking against the floor. He wouldn't meet his brother's eyes. "Enjoy your breakfast." 

You watched as he retreated to his room. On the table was a half-eaten meal.

The room was mute when Lucifer returned. The bed was unmade, retaining the state you'd left it in the previous day. When he ran his hand over the bedsheet, he could almost feel your warmth radiating off your body that took up the space next to him every night. 

But your body was somewhere else now, and you would never be close to him again.

How cruel of you to have left traces of yourself everywhere. You couldn't have just gone, you had to turn this house into a history museum, a frozen time zone. Your earphones were on the nightstand next to the box of tissues. He'd put it there because you would get a runny nose in the morning. Your shoes were clustered among others by the main door, your miscellaneous items laid out in rooms. On the sofa was your jacket, in the kitchen your favorite packet of snacks, here and there, you, you, you. 

He sat down at his desk and found a tiny memo in the corner. You'd surprised him with it last month as a small gesture of motivation, and he hadn't removed it since. It was your handwriting on the paper. Your handwriting, which he would never get to see again.

What did it even mean for someone to be gone? How could someone just– not exist, as if everything had simply been a pleasant dream? He thought he'd already got it figured out, but he was wrong. He didn't know anything at all.

There were tears pushing at the back of his throat. He had yet to experience the full force of the devastation, and he wasn't going to. The hurt that he was supposed to feel when one lost someone precious had been clawing at him for hours now, demanding his attention, thrashing around like a little kid. It wanted to break out, but he couldn't let it happen, because it would bring down everything with it. He didn't want to feel the fall, didn't want to hit the ground.

So he pressed down the flood and sank into work.

It was weird watching someone plan your funeral.

Lucifer had been sitting in front of the computer for hours, scrolling and jotting notes. Every now and then, his eyes would get blurry, but he blinked the water away. Nothing could beat his determination, not even grief.

The silence was so great that you couldn't wrap your head around how he could stand it. You hopped down from the desk on which you'd been occupying, desperate for something to change.

You felt your arm brush against a paper on the desk, and watched with parted lips as it floated in the air before settling. Lucifer sighed through his nose and moved to pick it up, his arm passing your invisible form.

It can't be .

Your hands were trembling slightly when you looked at the same stack of documents, contemplating. You swiped at it. The corner of the top sheet fluttered. You did another sweep, and it rolled over.

Cursing under his breath, Lucifer bent down and snatched it with obvious annoyance.

You looked down on your hands for a solid moment before the realization hit. If it had really been you who'd moved the paper, maybe you could touch other things, like–

Turning to the demon frowning at the screen, you reached for his hand, only to freeze when you caught the sole teardrop landing on the keyboard. Lucifer continued to read the words despite the fact that his eyes were clouded. When the second one came, his jaw was quivering with the sheer effort he needed to keep the sound in. Before more could be shed, he slouched forward and propped his elbows on the desk, letting only his hands hold his head up.

Within minutes, he'd managed to regulate his breathing again, and resumed the task on hand. He had always been good with facades, something that you'd always condemned. It'd taken him some time to feel comfortable enough to be completely vulnerable around you, yet here he was, once again putting on masks after masks to shield himself from the world, and himself.

Because of you. You could feel blood rushing away from your head at the familiar words. It was all because of you .

What good would it be that he knew of your existence? So that he could suffer more, knowing that you would forever be worlds apart? It wouldn't unwrite the fact that you were dead. His heart would still be wounded, stabbed, bled out.

Perhaps being a ghost was a punishment as well. The person wielding the knife had no right to comfort the casualty.

[Wednesday]

Lucifer had fallen asleep on the desk, eyes closed, lips drawing in air in a way that you almost envied. His chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, as if it was just another day with no burdens or cruel realities waiting for him. You would've believed so if not for the slight shudder in his limbs. The coat had slipped off his shoulders, and the cold was penetrating him.

" Luci, " you tried for the nth time to wake your demon, but he was too far gone in the land of nod. Sighing, you removed your cheek from the cold desk and moved behind him. If you could move the paper, maybe you could try and drape the coat over him.

The first attempt was unsuccessful. Your fingers slipped right through. The second was an improvement: you could faintly feel the density, but were too frail to grasp it. 

" Okay, I've got this ," you stretched your arms and narrowed your eyes at the coat as if that would enchant it somehow. This time, you could feel the weight as it was, though not the fabric itself. You gasped in surprise, and proceeded to drag it over Lucifer's shoulder. It was roughly done and accumulated on one side, but it was better than nothing.

You stood up to inspect your work, but your knees almost gave out beneath you, and for a moment it was like floating in air. Within a moment, you regained your balance, and let out a relieved huff. What you didn't miss was the way your hand shimmered and blended into the colors in front of you.

Maybe this ghost business wasn't free of charge after all.

Gathering everyone proved to be more taxing than Lucifer had expected, but most of them listened. The keyword was most. He walked into the dining room with the delivered food to find Belphie's seat vacant.

The demon in question was in the adjacent room, curled up on the massive couch. Lucifer thought for a second that he was a kid again, small and innocent.

"Belphie," He shook his shoulder. "Come on, you have to eat."

Belphie inched away from his hand. "I can't," he whispered. "I'm sick."

"I know, but you have to at least take a bite," when he didn't respond, Lucifer touched his shoulder again. "Everyone's waiting. We have to talk about the funeral."

A strangled sob came out of Belphie's throat, followed by a slight trembling in his shoulders, but he nodded nonetheless. Lucifer let him be then, knowing that he would show up once he'd collected himself.

You didn't know which was more saddening, the quietness echoing in the room, or the size of Beel's meal. Everyone was so full with grief that they could barely eat, as if their stomachs' sole purpose was to carry around a colossal anguish. 

"Are we going to plan the funeral?" Satan looked in Lucifer's direction, though not directly meeting his eyes. 

"Right," Lucifer said, and dug his hand into his pocket. "I've listed out what we have to prepare. I would like to hold it as soon as possible, preferably within this week."

When his hand came up empty, he searched the other, but to no avail. It wasn't tucked under the plates, or beneath his chair, or in the plastic bag that'd come with the food. Mammon put down his fork, and it rang a clear and deafening sound. The list wasn't behind Lucifer's glass. The air was suddenly burning. He fussed around, brows knitted and impatient, as the others watched, holding their breaths. 

"Did you leave it in your room?" Levi's voice quavered.

Lucifer snapped. There was frustration on the verge of his tone. "No, I'm sure I brought it with me."

"Okay." The discomfort on Levi's face was apparent.

"Look, maybe we don't need–"

"Just," Lucifer interrupted Satan's sentence, shooting up from his seat. "Give me a minute."

The latter sighed and began tapping his finger on the tablecloth.

As Lucifer excused himself to look around the room, your eyes darted to the far end of the table, where the piece of paper was hiding near Beel's seat, out of sight. You doubted that he was ever going to find it, not when he was too busy trying to stay calm and level-headed. It was the first time after viewing your body for the family to come together and talk, and he just wanted to get it over with. It was in his instinct; to hide himself away even when his emotions were written on his face like an open book.

Right now, it would only take a tiny nudge for them to topple over.

You couldn't have that.

A piece of paper was certainly easier to move than a chunky coat. You just had to pay attention to the object of desire. This time, you could feel the energy swimming from your head to your fingers. You slid it out from under the table and waited for Lucifer to come close enough to see it.

The same lightheadedness returned briefly, almost like a tease, a reminder that there's a price tag on everything you did to help.

When Lucifer walked past you, the breeze made your teeth chatter. He returned to his seat and dived into the planning, then concealed himself in his room for the rest of the day.

[Thursday]

The ear-splitting ringtone was what woke him up. He scanned the room through a haze, as if he hadn't the memory of falling asleep by the fireplace. Whatever tranquility that had adorned his rest was now gone. It was as though something gloomy and dispiriting had been lurking in the corners all night long, crouching and shuffling, and at the first sign of consciousness, they latched onto him and wouldn't let go.

How long would this go on for? You knew that grief wasn't something that would expire. It would simply grow numb with time, until it was just a residue at the bottom of the heart, only to be awakened if one stirred it with carelessness. It was a job that no one could break free of. 

You didn't want to become a burden to him. 

"This is Lucifer." He picked up the call, eyelids still drooping in protest. As the caller spoke, the gears in his head started to move one by one. "That's right. I made a registration."

He walked over to his desk and traced his finger on the calendar. "When's your earliest time slot?" A brief pause. "I'll take that. No, it's fine. I'll send you the details by tomorrow."

After ending the call, he picked up a pen and underlined the upcoming Sunday. You knew instantly what it meant.

Your funeral. In three days. It seemed hasty, but given that death wasn't that much of a common occurrence in the Devildom, perhaps it wasn't so strange after all.

Lucifer was still on his phone, scrolling through missed calls and texts. His thumbs tapped out some shallow responses– I'm fine , it's alright , the funeral is on Sunday . He was definitely not fooling anyone, but he had to clear the notifications.

His hands froze as he reached the bottom of the mailbox. 

You have one voicemail from : MC✩ 

The silly symbol stared back at him. It was one of the inside jokes he had with you, and it inspired him to decorate your contact name. Something about stars and moons and brightening up the sky. You fought not to dwell on it.

He was only stationary for a few seconds, but there was a millennium packed in each one. Finally, he pressed down on the button, and sank into his seat.

" Hey Luci ," your voice came out of the speaker, a little breathless from excitement. " I know you're having a meeting right now, but I had to call and tell you this. You're not going to believe it: I just found the cursed record you've been looking for! It was a little bit expensive, but I bought it anyway, so you better treat me to something nice, okay?" 

There was a semblance of a smile on Lucifer's lips when he heard your playful chuckle. The message was then interrupted by someone speaking in the background. A second later, you returned. " Alright, that's actually all I wanted to say. Don't forget to take breaks. Love you. "

He grabbed at his phone the moment the voicemail ended. Once again, a thick silence stretched around the living room, etching itself to the corners of your mind. 

There it was again– that slight pout and the gradually ragged breathing, the telltale signs of incoming tears. You watched him swallow it down. It had become a reflex.

Once composed, he typed on a few things on the screen before pressing it to his ear.

Across the room, your phone rang from inside your now abandoned bag. It went on and on and on before finally dying down. Next to you, Lucifer heaved a deep sigh before speaking into the microphone.

"Hey," he cleared his throat to dismiss the rasp in his voice. "I'm… sorry for missing your call,"

His other hand fiddled with a pen. "I'm also sorry for not having been there for you. And for a lot of other things, so many that I don't even know where to start. I don't even know why I'm leaving this voicemail. You're not going to hear it. But just… indulge me for a while, will you?"

You lowered yourself onto the ground next to him, resting your head against the desk.

"It's dead silent everywhere. Everyone is coping in their own ways, but it'll get easier with time. I just thought I'd let you know. It still feels unreal. I don't think it has fully sank in yet, the fact that you're just gone. And I'm trying to dodge it, or delay it, anything that can get it out of my face. It feels like a really big slap from the universe. I–" he pushed his hair back, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't even know what I'm saying right now. Everything's so muddled in my head. It's all chaos up here, and my chest is throbbing so much I can barely take it. I don't know what it is that's inside me, but it's not just sadness, I don't think. Maybe it's all the things that I suddenly want to tell you now, or all that love that I forgot to show you. I guess at the end of the day, I just–"

His voice cracked, and he almost looked ashamed of it. "I just wanted to let you know that I'd do anything to have you back."

" I know," you answered, reaching out for his hand. Of course it didn't affect him in the tiniest bit.

"If I could just have one more day with you, I would make it right," his throat had failed to hold the wobble in his voice. "Or a minute, anything. I just really miss you."

" I miss you too, " Your own was thick with tears you could not shed.

"But that doesn't change a single thing, does it? It's unfair like that. I don't even know who to get angry at. Father, maybe?" 

The bitter laugh he forced out sounded more like a hiccup. "But it'll get better. I'll make sure of it. Because I don't know what'll happen if it doesn't." 

Before he could finish his sentence, he slammed his phone on the desk and threw his arm over his eyes, willing himself to calm down. It took you double the time to chase the pain away.

That night, you used all the strength you could muster to move the strands of hair out of his sleeping face. You didn't know what else you could do.

[Friday]

There was quite a number of things Lucifer had to pick up for the funeral, which were mostly flowers. He knew that white was the color most commonly seen in funerals up in the human world, but he had a feeling that you'd prefer something more colorful. 

He was shoving his arms into the sleeves of his coat when Mammon came in without knocking, unsurprisingly.

"Hey," his face was tear-stricken, his hair tousled and sticking out in all directions from the amount of turning in his sleep. "I just wanted to see how you're doin', since you weren't at breakfast just now."

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"As fine as I can be, I guess," he scratched the back of his head, causing more destruction to his white locks. "Look, the others are kind of worried about you. I kind of do too, cause… Nah, screw that, we are all worried, especially about the funeral."

"What about it?"

"Don't you think it's a bit too early? I mean, we barely got enough time to order things,"

"I don't see the problem. Wouldn't you rather have everything done as soon as possible than to drag it out?"

Mammon grumbled, "That's fair. Well, if you're okay with it, then we're fine too. Also, the eulogy–"

"I'll prepare it."

"Sure." He nodded with obvious hesitation. "Do you want me to come with you? I promise not to get lost."

The hope glistening in Mammon's eyes was not hard to miss. His question hung in the air, like a silent pleading, a wish for some kind of connection with his brother.

"No, I can carry the flowers by myself." Lucifer said instead, which could be translated to: I don't know how to talk to you about your grief when I can hardly face mine .

It was bizarre living in a world that wouldn't share your grief. Despite the fact that Lucifer's life had turned into a total trainwreck, everyone else was still going by without a worry, without a frown, without so much as a dent in their mood. It was almost brutal.

Not a lot of people took notice of his presence, but for those who did, the glances they casted on him were those of pity. It made him shiver all over.

When he arrived at the shop, the florist gave him his regards, but he knew that they were only out of courtesy. Your death didn't matter to these people on the streets. The demons were still giggling at each other, the dogs still barking at each other, the sky was still intact. His house was unbearably quiet, yet the outdoors was clamorous. Was there nowhere he could go?

"Hey, can I get a bouquet of roses please?" A younger demon came inside, the slight hop in his steps indicating that he was in a hurry. Lucifer was left to count the orders on his own, but he still couldn't help eavesdropping on the panting demon.

"What's the rush?" The florist asked.

"Just grabbing something for my girlfriend. It's her birthday today," Lucifer froze as the cheerful voice went on, stinging his ears. "Man, does she love roses. She talks about them all the time."

"It's good that you remember her favorite, but you better not be late in the future, yea? Or else–"

"The numbers are correct, thank you." Lucifer cut in, placing the Grimms in front of the florist. As if realizing himself, the latter stuttered an apology only for it to go unanswered.

Carrying everything in his arms, Lucifer stepped out onto the road. He had never felt as lonely as he did in this moment.

"Where do you want the headstone to be?" The worker from the funeral home came by in the afternoon to make some prior arrangements. 

"What about there?" Satan walked over to a flat piece of land in the backyard. It was an open area, so it wouldn't be overcasted by tree branches.

"Looks good to me. And the flowers?"

"Over here," Lucifer led the two away. You stayed behind, circling the plot of land. After some contemplation, you lay down there, legs straightened, one hand clasping another on your sternum, and closed your eyes.

The soil touched your back vaguely, just dense enough to hold you. There was shuffling and talking in the distance, but mostly it was harmonious– the scarce grass, the wind, the bald trees. The world felt as though it was revolving around you. 

If this was what awaited you at the end of the line, you could make peace with that– given that you've finished everything you had to do here, that was. In truth, you were nowhere near done. You couldn't go without being absolutely sure that everyone would be fine. 

Yet with every contact you made with the living, you could feel your existence wavering like a struggling flame. It wouldn't be long until your final farewell, so you did whatever you could do– from tidying Asmodeus' tissues by the rubbish bin to turning off the tap in Levi's bathroom. They were small gestures that meant nothing at all, but were still better than standing around.

"You good?" The worker asked, his voice suddenly closer now. You opened your eyes and saw him and Satan looking at Lucifer with a frown. The latter waved them off, his left hand leaning against the wall for support.

"You should go get some rest. I'll take care of the loose ends," Satan said.

"I don't–"

"Just go." The sternness in Satan's voice had Lucifer retrieving his retort.

His shoulders slumped the moment he was out of sight, and he proceeded to drag himself back to his room. You followed closely behind, keeping a considerable distance between your steps.

Instead of taking a break, he began tidying and categorizing the documents on his desk. The bed had been neglected for days now, and he hadn't been getting nearly enough rest. He wouldn't even allow himself to sit on the bed, as if it was some kind of disease.

He put the piles of paper on the side, not noticing that the photo frame was being pushed further and further out.

You'd seen the look on his face before, as well as the uncertainty in his movements, and the rapid blinking of his eyes. He was pushing himself to the edge. It wouldn't be long before he–

He slammed the paper down, and the force sent the frame tumbling. You all but threw yourself towards it, and caught it with your arms before it could shatter on the floor.

Your color dimmed, a sudden sleepiness washing over you. I can't go yet , you persisted.

Lucifer picked up the frame and caught a glimpse of the photo inside. The eight of you were smiling brightly at the camera. Even he was looking particularly carefree that day. On the table was a birthday cake, on your head a slanted glittery hat. 

Almost with urgency, he disassembled the frame and took the photo out. His grip was strong enough that it wrinkled it, yet his eyes held no hostility towards this token of remembrance, only tender regret.

In the evening, he passed out on the couch with the photo close to his heart. When it slipped through his fingers and went under the seat, you leaned down and moved it somewhere he would see when he woke up. 

[Saturday]

The paper on the desk was as blank as snow. Lucifer had been drafting his eulogy for the entire morning, surrounded by crumpled failures on the floor. Nothing he wrote was right. They were too soulless and empty, inadequate in conveying what you truly meant to him. Either that, or they sounded awkward and evasive.

"Just write from your heart" was what Belphie had told him that morning, which was something Lucifer had already known, obviously. He simply had to shove his hand inside his raw heart and grab whatever he could amidst that vicious current. 

He just didn't want to take down the fences and barricades he'd built around it.

For the next hour, he drafted some more and balled up more paper, until he accepted that it wasn't going anywhere. 

Perhaps taking a short trip down memory lane would jumpstart his inspiration. 

He soon found himself outside your occupied room, staring down at the doorknob in his hand. It was eerily similar to when he'd stood on the other side of the morgue, bracing himself… he didn't allow himself to finish that thought. He pushed open the door, and repeated in his head:  just a short, brief look .

Someone had been here before him. One of Belphie's many pillows was on your bed, Levi's hoodie forgotten on the desk. The entire room was haunted with your absence.

He took a slow tour, looking through random trinkets and items that sparked memories. A few books took up the space next to the desk, most of which you'd bought while hanging out with Satan. There were some irrelevant stickers on the bookshelf. When you'd said that you had no idea where to keep them, he'd given you a tiny wooden box. But you'd reinvented it and used it to store pieces of paper, like the receipt you got from a late night shopping, or the torn ticket from the concert you'd watched with him. 

In the wardrobe was a long, crimson scarf. It had been an especially cold day, and you were shivering all over. He'd taken off the scarf and thrown it over your neck, spinning the remaining length around you while nagging about the importance of wearing enough layers. When he was done, you had a cheeky grin on your face.

"What?" He'd asked, slightly peeved that you hadn't been listening.

"Nothing," You tip-toed and stole a kiss from him before rushing away as if nothing'd happened. It took him a few seconds to untangle his head and chase after you.

In the drawer was a bundle of polaroid photos, most of which were sceneries of the Devildom. Something about capturing the moment and savoring it forever. You'd been aware of your comparatively flitting lifespan all along. Maybe that's why you were so adamant that you kept memorabilia.

He found your favorite ink pen next, then your pot of plant that hadn't been watered for days. The corner of the poster on the wall drooped and dangled, no longer held up by adhesive. There were hidden cans of dog food under the bed. You had taken it upon yourself to feed Cerberus whenever he was too busy to. There were activities planned for the upcoming week in your schedule book, complemented by doodles. The fact that you wouldn't be around to enjoy any of them tightened his throat.

He only realized the wetness streaming down his face when he saw the darkened spots on the paper. Sinking onto the side of your bed, he dug his fingers into his hair and trapped the sadness in a little white room at the back of his mind. 

He was still clueless about grief, but in this moment, he knew that it was a tatoo on his heart that weighed tons. He also knew that death was a thief that stole your future.

It was the only thing that could bring an end to his love. He wasn't so sure what to do with it now that it'd succeeded.

Lucifer's breaths were shallow as he leaned forward, mumbling stop crying, stop crying on his lips like a mantra. Even when you kneeled in front of him and begged for him to let it out, he still wouldn't unclench his fists. 

" How am I supposed to leave you in this state ?" You held his face with your hands– they were almost crystal clear now– and bowed your head.

[Sunday]

There were more people at your funeral than you'd expected, which shouldn't have come off as a surprise given that you were a social magnet. Some of the demons you had only talked to in passing, but they must've thought you important enough to bother coming. You were at least thankful for that.

Lucifer sure didn't go light on the flowers. As long as it was an area opened to the guests, there was guaranteed to be bouquets.

Everyone was dressed in black and talking in low whispers, sharing words of condolences. You stood by the open slot in the yard, eyes glued to your name on the headstone. 

In a few, your casket would be lowered.

In a few, your body would be buried forever.

In a few, even your specter would fade. 

Then you would be truly, undeniably, gone.

The crowd started shifting towards you, and you saw the casket being carried out from the funeral home's van. Levi was nearby to give them directions. Not far away, Mammon and Asmo were at the reception, murmuring to each other with seriousness. Beel and Belphie were just coming out from the house, fixing each other's outfits as they walked, and Satan was standing next to Solomon in silence.

There was only one missing.

"Where's Lucifer?" Levi asked Satan once he's done with his duty, eyes darting from demon to demon. 

"I haven't seen him in a while. I think he went–"

"Ah, there he is," Mammon jutted his jaw. The rest followed the direction to find him making his way through the guests, tweaking the details in his outfit. "Man, he looks worn."

"Did he sleep at all in the past week?" Beel asked.

"No idea. It's not like he would tell us about it," Asmo sighed. "I get it though. It's already so hard for us, I can't even imagine how he must be feeling."

Beel gave his back a firm pat. "You have us."

"I do," Asmo gave him a brief smile before they headed to the very front of the crowd.

The officiant started the ceremony with the same speech he'd used in the past hundreds of funerals. Everything went on smoothly. There were rituals, readings, steady music that sounded hopeful enough to lift the mood, but not too upbeat that it would be disrespectful. The sharings were mostly uplifting memories of you, a lot of which you could recall clearly. Simeon did his best putting a few light-hearted comments in between and chased some of the gloom away. 

"And now, for the eulogy," the officiant nodded at Lucifer encouragingly. He walked up to the front and nodded at everyone he could see in one brief glance.

The tremble in his hands was not hard to miss, nor was the immense effort in regulating his breath. He looked at the words he'd written, and began.

It was straight-forward. He concluded your life with perfection– your passion, your dreams, your achievements, no matter big or small. The traces you left on everyone's heart, your legacy that would live on. You rested your hands on the headstone and leaned your head against it, taking in every word that came out of him. 

It went smoothly at first, but a few sentences in, you noticed the prolonged pauses between the sentences, the struggle on his face as he swallowed, the desperate attempts at concealing his tears. Mammon shot concerned glances at the others, who shook their heads at him. 

Of course, Lucifer managed to hold back the flood and finished the eulogy without a problem. The guests clapped with looks of appreciation on their countenance, and the officiant moved on with the funeral.

You would never admit it, for you'd seen Lucifer working all night for the speech, but there was something amiss in his words. They were all about you, but none of them were about him. 

" Lucifer, what are you feeling ?" You said under your breath. Understanding him had never been so hard.

The soil finally covered your casket, along with the many white orchids and a few keepsakes. Some of the guests stayed behind to talk. One of the demons came up to Lucifer and offered him a pat on the shoulder. "That was a flawless funeral, Lucifer. You've outdone yourself."

He smiled, and did not say a word.

Hours after the ceremony had ended, after everyone had left, Lucifer was still sitting by your grave. Night had fallen, and Mammon was peeking through the window and talking to someone else in the room. He shook his head and walked away.

"I guess this is where I can find you from now on," he mumbled groggily, head lolling slightly to the side. "It's still too far away for me."

" I'll always be– "

"Still… too far away." He repeated before finally letting his eyes close.

The backyard was no place to sleep in. You moved from your spot on the other side of the stone and touched his shoulder. " You can't sleep here, Luci. Come on ."

He didn't respond. You sighed, and closed your eyes, focusing solely on your hand until it felt heavy enough. You shook him lightly.

" Wake up, Luci ."

His eyes snapped open. You slumped forward on the ground, feeling death take hold of you again. No, not yet. Please. 

Lucifer slowly got up and returned into the house, his slouched back growing smaller and smaller until it was out of sight.

He finally gave up to the protest of his body. The first thing he did after returning to his room was to toss himself onto the bed. Then he proceeded to stare at the muted wall for some more time, too weary to block the thoughts in his head.

His hand stretched out in the space next to him. It was cold to the touch. Everything was screaming at him about how you weren't here with him. The funeral was over. He couldn't prolong it any more than he could prolong his indifference. The grief was banging on the door now. It had reached a crescendo and would not stand to be concealed.

There was a burning in his nose. He could hear when the first tear struck the mattress, could feel the fortress around his heart being torn down piece by piece. There was nowhere to hide. You're gone, you're gone, you're gone .

The three words stabbed at his chest, so much that he had to clutch his shirt to distract himself of the pain. The tears fell uncontrollably. There was nothing he could do to stop his pounding head and aching face. Something inside him was fossilizing into stone. It lodged in his throat, and sounded ugly when it came out.

"I love you," he said between sobs, which meant I loathe you for leaving me. 

"I love you," which meant I only want to be where you are. 

"I love you," which meant I know it doesn't mean anything now, but I do love you. I just wish I could've said it more often.  

"I love you." which meant I just want this grieving to be over. 

He could barely make out the words coming out of him with how his body was trembling, as if in pain. He mumbled the familiar words on his lips again, and let the animal claw at his insides until he could only weep and weep and weep.

It hit him now, that try as he might, there was nothing graceful or dignified about grief. 

There was something monstrous inside you. The tears were welling up and making you sick, but nothing would come out of you. You wrapped an arm around Lucifer's side and buried your face into his shoulder, desperate.

"It's okay ," you choked out. "It's okay. Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Luci– "

You let your hand hover atop his trembling one, and shook your head. There was nothing you could do, nothing you could say that could reach him. His heart-wrenching sobs drowned your voice out. You could barely look at his face, contorted with sorrow.

And then you prayed, as a ghost tethered to this gruesome world. Dear God, if it matters to you at all, spare him of this pain. Bring me back to life, or wipe his memories of me, anything. Just don't make him cry anymore .

God only watched on in silence.

Lucifer was alone.

But that wasn't the truth.  

You inched away from him, your arm passing through his torso effortlessly. Ignoring the dizziness rushing to your head as you got on your feet, you rushed out of the room. 

Maybe there is something you can do.

By the time the brothers peeked in through the door and found Lucifer, you were already out of breath, barely able to lift yourself up from the floor by the bed. Your hands were completely invisible at this point, and you couldn't feel them anymore.

It had taken you more effort than necessary to wake them from their slumbers, and to find ways to alert them of the sobs coming from down the hallway, but you managed.

While you could never hope to comfort Lucifer, his brothers could. His brothers, who were suffering as he did, who saw him hide himself away and didn't know how to approach him.

They had known Lucifer since time immemorial, yet this was the first time they had seen him like this– trembling in the bed, face buried into the mattress, fist around his shirt like it could lessen the pain. They had always seen him as an invincible figure, a pillar that would not fall even in the darkest storm. But of course, it was impossible for him not to feel broken by your death.

"Oh, Lucifer," Asmodeus was the first to rush in, tears already spilling from his eyes. Lucifer flinched when he heard him, but didn't pull away when Asmodeus latched onto him. He couldn't. His shoulders were still shaking, and he could still taste the salty tears on his tongue.

"It's alright," Asmodeus said, his watery eyes following Belphie and Beel as they approached. 

"Come on, you're soaking the bed," Belphie slipped his hand under Lucifer's arm and held him up, then wrapped his arms around his neck, tickling his neck with his bedhair.

Something akin to objections came out of Lucifer as choked sobs, but when Mammon patted him on the shoulder, he leaned against his arm and let his tears say what he couldn't.

"Just let it out, okay?" Levi took the tissue box from Satan's hand and put it on the bed, his face upturned, lips quivering. They weren't quite sure how to fit into this situation. Beel pulled the two of them into his arm, and used the other to embrace the rest. 

For the first time since your death, the brothers came and grieved together. Because grief wasn't something that was meant to be carried alone. It wasn't a feeling they could just turn off. But when they were together, perhaps the bed would feel less empty.

Lucifer's breaths were thready and short. When he fell into a coughing fit, Belphie ran his hand up and down on his back. "We'll work through it. Just breathe in, and breathe out,"

The room was full of sniffles and sobs and Belphie's wavering whispers. And though all of it was because of you, it comforted you knowing that none of them was going to be alone.

With the remaining bit of your strength, you squeezed yourself into their tangled arms, and planted a kiss on Lucifer's forehead. He wouldn't feel it, but it was okay. He was going to be okay. And so were you.

"I love you ," you leaned into him, feeling the faint rhythm from his heart. It's the last thing you heard as you closed your eyes and drifted off into the gentle current.

[Monday]

Lucifer wakes up with his brothers' arms around him.

[petewentztiddies]

Bucky x reader, except the reader is also a supersoldier who went through the same thing, so she 1000% understands. They both wake up from a nightmare and comfort each other, and end up having very passionate sex.

oH mY gOd iZzY!??!??!! good lord that is 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓍𝓎.

Anyway babe, here's a bucky x fem!reader fic for ya. also omfg i love bucky barnes sm 🥺 hnngh mr barnes can rail me any day

Warnings: smut (duh), p in v sex ;) a little angst kinda? top!Bucky, bottom!reader (kinda?) unprotected sex

Word count: 1,398

You and Bucky were no strangers to nightmares; over the years, both of you were frequently plagued by them. They never became any easier to manage.

You live in the now, but there is one thing that will always and forever be a part of your past.

The Super Soldier serum.

The Soldier is part of who you are - who you both are. It's a part of Bucky, a part of you.

It wasn't an easy decision to make; to take that acceptance of what the past had set you on, and face forward.

Bucky shouts, bringing you out of your light, fitful sleep with a jolt. You throw yourself up and away from the bed with one quick motion.

It takes a moment for your vision to clear, and your breathing to steady. By the time your heart slows back down to normal, you're aware of Bucky was sitting up, leaning back with his hands braced on either side of his hips, breathing harshly, and panting as sweat dripped down his face and onto his chest, fingertips glistening with moisture.

Your pulse hadn't even calmed down enough for you to register what caused it to speed up in the first place when you exhale sharply, seeing Bucky crouched in the middle of the bed, face contorted in the middle of a scream. You can't see his eyes behind the glare the moonlight throws at you, but you get the feeling he's looking right at you.

He's looking at you.

"Bucky," you say, softer than you intend to, eyeing him as you finish sliding up onto your feet in the floor. "Hey. It's okay, Bucky. Breathe," you offer, holding your hands out open and out to your sides, to show you mean him no harm.

Bucky doesn't register your words and doesn't stop staring at you. His eyes are wide, his fists clenched.

"It's only me, Bucky," you breathe. It's then you notice how tense his body is; the tic of the muscle in his jaw, the tension in his arms, the way his shoulders hunch. He looks like he's ready for a fight, ready to grab his weapon of choice and take aim for the kill.

"Bucky, look at me," you request, the words coming out as soothing as you think you can get them. "Breathe with me. Come on. It's just me. You're safe," you reassure, still maintaining a safe distance.

It takes a couple of seconds, but you can see the way his shoulders visibly relax when he finally looks up at you, breathing deeply and still shaking. The sight of him in the state he was in made your heart ache.

You nod, ready to approach.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, and you can hear him swallow audibly. "I…" he falters, pausing, and then he pauses again, exhaling harshly. "I'm sorry." he repeats.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" you ask tentatively, though you doubted he would. Neither of you liked to talk about your nightmares.

"No," he replies, almost immediately, though you can see him glance back at you briefly before his eyes avert back to their spot between his knees. "No, I don't. I don't want to…I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Okay," you agree, "Okay," you repeat again, slowly. "I don't expect you to." you add with a smile, though you doubt he can see it. You sit beside him on the bed.

You let the silence fill the space between you, letting him collect himself. 

Finally, he says, “I don’t want to go back to sleep.” 

You shift, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “Well, what can I do to help?”

Dark, lustful eyes follow your silhouette. "I don't want to think anymore... just let me..." He whispers, the tone of his voice desperate. 

You wordlessly nod, allowing him to pull you into a kiss. There’s nothing quite romantic about the way he kisses you, insatiable and impassioned. The kiss feels longer than it actually is. 

Finally, you break apart, staring at each other for a moment longer before his eyes glance down to where your lips are still slightly parted, watching him. 

Without another word, his cold metal hand slides up your nightshirt, leaving trails of goosebumps in it's wake. He helps you out of your shirt, leaving you in only your sports bra.

His brow furrows. He growls, and you can hear the telltale sound of tearing fabric - and then you’re bare for him, nipples hardening in the cool air. 

You never liked that bra, anyway.

He mutters your name in appreciation, teeth grazing your neck. His hands trail along your body, like he was making sure you were real. 

You wish you could see his brilliant blue eyes, if only to reassure him more. 

He tugs impatiently at the waistband of your shorts, pressing his forehead to yours. You card your fingers in his hair, and before you know it, your shorts are uncaringly tossed to the floor. 

He pauses at the waistband of your underwear. You can feel his hot breath against your neck, his fingers hooked at the waistband.

"Bucky," you plea softly.

That's seemingly all the motivation he needs, and your underwear is added to the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He doesn't hesitate to touch your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

You mewl, spreading your legs for him, anything to get more attention on your clit.

However, he abandons your clit in favor of something else.

You can feel the cold metal of his fingers In your searing heat, and you squirm. “Bucky, oh, God-” you mutter, biting your lip. 

He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You quickly get used to the icy coolness of his fingers, it adds another layer to your pleasure. He buries his two fingers to the knuckle, pumping and curling his fingers just right, making you a wet, wanton mess. 

He hits your G-spot, and you throw your head back, moaning aloud. He hits that spot a few more times before he removes his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

“Suck.” is his simple demand, fingers coated in your slick.

You oblige, sucking his fingers, the faint taste of metal mixed with your own juices.

He groans, and then his fingers - wet with your own spit - go back down to your clit, rubbing it with fast, light strokes.

You moan, clenching around nothing, aching for him.

Eventually, he stops, and you can feel the head of his cock brush against your entrance. He pauses, pressing his forehead to yours. "-needed this so much, Doll. God, I-" he trails off.

You press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm here, Bucky."

He exhales shakily, and suddenly, he buries himself inside of you to the hilt.

The noise that he releases is primal.

You moan at the feeling of being full, and the delicious stretch that comes along with it.

He stays like that for a brief moment, letting you adjust to him before he rolls his hips.

He thrusts sharply, experimentally, before he finds his rhythm, setting a frantic pace, fucking you like he'd never see you again.

He peppers kisses everywhere he can, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders - as you writhe underneath him, incoherently begging for more. He grips your hips, holding them tightly, muttering slurred praises in your ear.

It was something carnal, something wild and desperate, and it was so fucking good.

His skillfull fingers find your clit once again, and the combination of the attention on your clit and the way he hits your G-spot makes you cry out his name, you orgasm steadily approaching.

You clench around his cock and he groans in appreciation, kissing and nipping at your neck.

There was surely going to be a hickey on your neck and bruises on your thighs when you woke up tommorow, at the rate he was going.

His hips begin to stutter, his breath gets shaky. "'M gonna-" he warns,

You were about to respond when he pinches your clit, and your orgasm hits you suddenly, quickly. You yell his name, milking his cock.

He groans into your hair, whispering your name as he gives a few short, choppy thrusts before he orgasms.

You both sleep nightmare free the rest of the night.

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yo sorry this was vv not good ngl 💁🏻‍♀️ but like I'm really tired yall I'm sorry 🗿✌️ hope y'all enjoyed<3 also the ending was trash

Edit; wtf deadass I forgot the part where the reader was supposed to have a nightmare too????? Literally ignore me sldjfhskek

[drakenology]

boyfriend number 2

- hinata shoyo x fem!reader x miya osamu

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ content, smut, infidelity, exhibitionism (yall already know lol), degradation, dumbification/incoherence, cussing, raw sex, mentions of cum, raunchy hook up, poor unsuspecting boyfriend

Every day of the week you’re subjected to a routine. The same routine you’d been living since high school. With the same boy since high school.

Sure, Hinata was quite possibly the perfect boyfriend. He was sensitive and attentive, so sweet you almost felt sick. But in bed.. well he did his best. Always cumming a bit too quickly, nearly finishing you off or not even driving you close to an orgasm. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’ve faked it with him and with him being as sweet as he is Hinata didn’t suspect a thing. But you loved him, really you did. Hopefully, eventually, you could teach him how to please you.

But every so often, every now and again you found yourself with someone else. Sure it was wrong, but it was just different with him. With Osamu. Osamu was the hot volleyball player from out of town you had met one foggy night at the bar. It was supposed to be a one time thing, you swore to yourself.

But with the way he fucked you that night, you found yourself coming back for more everytime. You swore with every orgasm came a high you could never get with Shoyo. When you felt that ache of need, that dull feeling in your dissatisfied cunt when Shoyo went home for the night, you knew exactly who to call. And Osamu always answered, always so ready and willing to give you a filling the right way.

Not to mention he was insatiable, every spot left untouched and wavering would then be caressed, licked, sucked on, fucked. You’ll never forget the times he made you cum so hard, the cops were called from the concerning sound of your high pitched whines and sobs.

Eventually, his neighbors stopped calling when you came over, knowing that when you come over in your pajamas and an over night bag hanging over your shoulder as you happily knock on his door meant you’d be getting your insides flipped about 7 different ways in about a half hour.

Just like usual, Hinata flops next to you in bed. His chest heaves after another “wild” night with his pretty girlfriend who seemed to enjoy herself too. He peppered kisses along your shoulders and up to your ear and whispered a sweet I love you. You smile and close your eyes, sleeping in your boyfriends arms as he followed right behind you.

-bzzzt bzzzt-

Who could be texting you at this hour? You sit up groggily, squinting your eyes at the bright screen of your phone as you pick it up. It was Osamu.

“Be ready in 30, tell your boyfriend you’re goin out ;).” The text read, a familiar feeling in your chest starting to brew as you bit your lip. You slowly slip out of Hinata’s grasp and kiss his forehead, tip toeing around his room to find your clothes and all your belongings.

Just as promised, Osamu arrived in 30 minutes, honking his horn ignorantly as if it wasn’t about 12 o’clock in the fucking morning. You rushed downstairs about as quietly as you could and practically ran towards his car, jumping inside to escape the cold rain.

He drives back to his place with his hand on your inner thigh, his thumb caressing the flesh as his other hand turned the steering wheel. You knew running off with another guy behind your boyfriend’s back was wrong, but why did it feel so right every time you did it? Osamu had everything Hinata didn’t; passion with an attentive and doting nature.

Besides the bedroom, he made you feel like you were the sexiest thing walking. He was exciting and wild and unpredictable. Everything you didn’t know you needed until you started fucking him a month ago.

Even as you kiss Osamu’s lips pinned up against his apartment door, even as your clothes are casted aside all throughout modest space, you still think of Hinata and how much this would crush him if he ever found out. But when Osamu was inside you, shit, who the hell was Hinata? Osamu hoists you over his shoulder, walking into his bedroom with a firm smack on your ass before laying you down on the bed.

“Mm, I missed you, Osamu.” You purr, arching into his body as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“Ditto.” He mumbled, pulling your panties off when you lift your ass to help him take them off. His hands make their way to your already dripping cunt, clit swollen from the denied orgasm you were forced to endure just moments before coming here.

“What is that motherfucker doing to you, huh?” He asks, apologetically rubbing tender circles on the puffy bud. You yelp, so sensitive your thighs start shaking a little. “Bet he doesn’t even know what this is, does he baby?” You mewl in response, the pleasure going straight to your brain.

Osamu smirks at you, rubbing his fingers along your slit to relish in your wetness, your aching pussy practically gushing for him to do anything to you.

“You get so wet for me, princess. You get this wet for your little boyfriend?” He questions, hooking his fingers inside you to prod at your softest spots. You attempt to answer, shaking your head and letting out a shaky “uh-uh” as he fucks you with his fingers. Osamu kissed you sloppily, moaning into your mouth as his fingers moved faster, the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers causing his cock to make less room for him in his pants.

Your back arched off the bed, panting as his tongue lapped up your clit, his fingers hooking deliciously against your spongiest spots. His name was written on your lips, the only thing you can say before your stomach is in knots, pathetic moans leaving the pit of your chest as you feel yourself getting oh so close to cumming all over Osamu’s handsome face.

“I-I’m cumming, hnnnn fuck!” You scream, your slick dripping all over Osamu’s hand. He moans against you, pulling you closer as he suckled on your puffy clit. With a high pitched squeal, your coming undone, your thighs closing around his head as you pant heavily.

Osamu’s smirking against your skin before pulling away, wrapping his big hand around your throat and kissing you hotly. Your tongues swirl, moaning against each other as Osamu pulls out his heavy length.

Another thing Hinata lacks. Osamu’s cock always had you feeling so full, the perfect size to get you drooling. His girth alone was impressive, thick veins, the cherry on top. Don’t even get me started on those heavy balls, the ones that swing and slap at your already aching clit with every thrust of his hips. He ran his length along your dripping folds, tapping his perfect head against your clit as your hiss and writhe underneath him, desperate to feel full.

“Want it baby?” He asks, prodding himself at your desperate hole. You nod feverishly, rambling on about how badly you wanted to feel full, how much you wanted to feel him throbbing inside you. Of course your dirty mouth grants you your wish, Osamu’s cock stretching you with a slow motion.

“‘S so fuckin’ tight, baby. Gimme that pussy.” He moans, rutting his hips into yours, hands holding up your thighs to reach deep. You’re sobbing, tears falling onto the pillow beneath you as you let out breathy moans. Osamu’s mouth stop ghosting over yours to sit on his haunches, reaching over and grabbing something.

“Phone for you.” Osamu whispers, handing it to you, not halting his hips for no one. You grab it, darting your eyes at him as his dick kissed your cervix.

“H-Hello?” You croon, trying to sound like you’re half asleep.

“Y/N? Did you go home? Where’d you go?” You hear Hinata ask, unable to answer right away as your mouth hangs open at the searing hot pleasure Osamu’s cock brought you.

“I-I.. Yes. Sorry I didn’t wake you. I just- ah.. didn’t feel well.” You lie, biting your lip and rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit as Osamu fucks your harder.

“Well, you coulda stayed over. I would have taken care of you.” Shoyo lectured, your mind not even fixated on what he’s saying to you.

You nod as if he could see you, looking up at Osamu with pleading eyes, his thumb replacing your fingers as he played with your clit.

“Go on, baby. Tell ‘em you’re about to cream all over my fuckin’ dick.” Osamu huffs, almost loud enough for Hinata to hear. You chew at your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as Osamu works you open with his cock, hearing Hinata say something hoping you feel better.

The pleasure was too much, your mouth drooling as your lips formed an o-shape. Osamu laughs, realizing you’re way too dumb to rush Hinata off the phone. So he does it for you, like the nice guy he is.

“She’ll call back later. She’s too busy taking my cock to talk right now.” He says before hanging up, turning off your ringer and returning to his work on your cervix.

You blink away tears, throat hurting from all the screaming and whimpering as you approach another mind blowing orgasm.

“Hnnn, fuck, Osamu yes. Your cock’s so fucking big. Need it to make me cum, fuck! Hah shit!” You mewl, wrapping your legs around his strong waist.

“Yeah? Ooo that little fucker has no idea what this feels like, huh princess? Give it to me baby. Fuckin give it to me.” Osamu urged, eager to feel your gummy walls clamp down around him and milk him for every ounce of his cum as he brutally slammed his hips down into you.

“You’re my little whore, yeah? Like it when another man fucks your greedy pussy? Such a dirty slut. Say you’re a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut, Ah! I-I’m your dirty slut, ‘Samu. Uhhnnn!” The last thing you say before clenching around Osamu’s size, his cock throbbing furiously before erupting in white hot globs of his cum.

It was all so filthy, so raunchy and so wrong. Guilt was the furthest thing from your conscience though, laying limp and half asleep as Osamu pulled out and went to grab a towel to clean up. How could something so erotic be wrong.

You’d call Hinata tomorrow, try and explain everything when the time was right. But for now, you’d just lay there in your stupor, high off the euphoric orgasms you’ve experienced just then.

Tomorrow you’d make it right, even though it probably never could be.

[lvlyynim]

yangyang : nsfw

“This is just a one time thing.”

You said as Yangyang slowly took off your blouse, throwing it somewhere in the room.

“Sure princess whatever makes you sleep at night.”

His hands tightly gripped your thighs, massaging the flesh. His mouth creating purple artworks on your neck, sucking harder as you whined for more.

You lost it when Yangyang started rocking his hips back and forth. He chuckled seeing you grinding down on him, trying to get off his thigh.

That stupid smirk on his face seeing you right on the edge all because of him.

“Aw look at my little princess” he cooed.

Yangyang enveloped your breast in his mouth, harshly sucking on your nipple, tongue swirling your harden bud.

All that came out of your pretty mouth were whimpers of his name and incoherent string of curses. Between your thighs in sync and the pleasure he’s giving on your chest, you were so close to coming undone.

“Is my princess close?”

“Fuck yes.”

Screaming incoherent words in Yangyang’s neck as you came on his thighs. His hands rubbing circles calming you down, your body slumped against his chest.

You two stayed in that position for awhile, his hands around your waist, yours around his neck. Enjoying each other’s company in silence, no words were needed.

That’s the thing whenever you hook up with Yangyang, he doesn’t expect you to leave as soon yall finish unlike other guys. After-sex was the best part with him.

“Stay the night?” he asked, still hugging you as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“Always.”

If only you’d stay forever.

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

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AND LETS BE HONEST, A MAJORITY OF THOSE NOTES ARE MY OWN REBLOGS TRYING TO GET MY FICS TO BE SEEN.

So at this point it's like what is the point. Yall read it and like it, but apparently it's not good enough to share it.

So I'm done.

[hoekaashi]

Ushijima x Stripper!Reader

A/N: I had this idea for a while, and honestly, I’m pretty happy with how it came out! As always, characters are aged up like in their early to mid twenties.  Pairings: Ushijima x Reader Warnings: reader is a stripper, public sex (like yall fuck in front of everyone), spanking, face fucking, thigh riding, overstimulation, choking, degradation mixed with praise, a lil bit of biting, creampie Taglist: @humanitys-hottestsoldier​, @bakugoustanaccount​, @suckersuki​, @nekxrizawa​, @sushij1ma​

He walked in like he owned the place, even though it was his third time visiting at best. He unbuttoned his blazer’s buttons as he took a seat on the worn out couch. His eyes scanned the room of people, mostly men his own age with some who were younger and older, and a few women sprinkled in here and there. The regulars were eyeing him up and down while the workers were wondering who the mysterious newbie was.

Ushijima sat back and rested his arms back on top of the couch. The club smelled like stale cigarettes and booze, the music too loud where he couldn’t hear himself think. So this is where you work…

The lights turned down and everyone’s attention was turned to the stage. You walked out, slow and seductive, wearing a black, lace robe and heels. As the music began, you carefully removed your robe before stepping out of it, revealing your black set that left little to the imagination. You walk around, wrapping a hand around the pole and lean back. Ushijima watches you move with a stoic expression but he can’t help the way his dick twitches in his pants as his eyes follow your every movement. You were never one to be a risky dancer, your routines always more sensual just the way you liked it. No one ever complained either, your routines always racked in the tips, maybe even more than the other girls. Your song ended much faster than anyone would have liked and as you began to walk away, you saw him hold up a hundred dollar bill between two fingers. Smirking, you got off stage and walked over to him, all the men around the two of you watching as your hips swayed, both in shock and awe.

“She never gives out dances, no matter how much they pay her,” you heard one man say. That’s true. You never took private clients and you never gave lap dances.

This? This was the exception.

You reached out to grab the bill, but Ushijima moved it away before you could take it. He simply raised an eyebrow. You turn around so he has a nice view of your ass, your thong disappearing between your cheeks. As the DJ plays a song for you, you get to work, moving your body to the beat. As the song comes close to the end, you straddle his waist and grind down on him, smirking when you feel how hard he is under his pants. His face was giving away nothing but, you could see him clench his jaw as you started to chase your own relief.

After what felt like an eternity, Ushijima finally put his hands on your waist, stopping your movements as you got close to cumming on his crotch. He pulled you down for a kiss, a hand tangling into your hair at the base of your neck while the other grabbed an asscheek, squeezing it hard before slapping it. You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching his shirt under his blazer. He pulled your hair causing you to look up and expose your neck to him as he continued his assault down your jaw, leaving bites and bruises as his lips made their way to your chest. The hundred from early was stuffed inside one of your bra cups and he let go of your hair. Keeping eye contact with him, you crawled out of his lap and onto your knees. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, you could feel yourself getting wetter at the thought of what was about to happen in front of all these people in your place of work. You licked your lips once his cock was freed and immediately began to kiss and lick your way up to the leaking tip. As you worked on his length, the music and chatter faded away and when you licked his slit to collect his precum, you swore you heard him moan. Looking up as you swirled your tongue around his tip, you saw him with his head thrown back and his mouth slightly open. Using this opportunity, you took a deep breath and took as much of him into your mouth as you could. You felt tears prick your eyes as you relaxed your muscles to deep throat him in one go. Ushijima’s head snapped up and his hands grabbed your hair. You could feel him trying to hold you down, but when you came up for air, there was no resistance. When you came off his cock, there was a trail of saliva connecting you two. You watch him watch you as you bobbed your head up and down, fisting the rest of him that didn’t fit into your mouth. You could feel his hips begin to slightly thrust up into your mouth while his hands were starting to guide your head. Smiling to yourself, you let go of all control as he began to fuck your mouth. Watching him close his eyes as his movements sped up had you squirming on your knees for any sort of relief. He came in your mouth with a groan, holding you down until he had come down from his high. Your throat swallowing around him had him slightly moaning, helping to milk him even more. When he had finished, he pulled you off his cock and pulled you in for a kiss. You knew he could taste himself on your tongue.

He helped you get up and pulled you back onto his lap. You grinded down on one of his thick thighs. His hands sat on your hips, holding you, but not setting your pace. The thin fabric of your thong was doing little to stop your slick from ruining his pants. Ushijima had removed his blazer and could feel your nails digging into his shoulders as your hips picked up speed. He leaned closer to you, licking up your neck until he was just under your earlobe.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut, getting off on my thigh in front of all these strangers.” A large hand landed on your ass causing you to cry out. “Are you planning on showing your face here again after I fuck you into this shitty couch? Of course you are, a whore like you probably enjoys all this attention.” Another slap to your ass had you biting down on your lip hard enough to draw some blood.

He bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, the pain pushing you over the edge causing you to cum on his thigh. Ushijima shifted you so you were positioned right over his dick, not giving a chance to catch your breath. Moving your thong to the side, he sunk you down on his dick, the pain from not being prepped evident on your face. You groaned out his name as your nails broke skin on his shoulders through his shirt. The entire time he pushed you down, he whispered praises in your ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock like this and not complaining. You’re almost there, your slutty pussy is taking me so well. I can feel how tight you are, you feel so good around me doll. Show everyone here what a good whore you are, letting me fuck you like this in front of them.”

He did, however, give you a break once you were down to his base. You rested your head on his chest and he rubbed your back, littering kisses on your face and head. Once you were ready, he told you to ride him. Sitting back up, you moaned from the simple movement. Lifting yourself up slowly, you let gravity bring you back down. Throwing your head back, you continued the motion, slowly fucking him. When Ushijima was tired of your pace, he let you know by gripping your hips tightly. That was the only warning you got as you quickly interlocked your fingers around his neck and he thrusted up into you. The moans leaving your mouth were nothing short of a pornstar’s and you knew that the men around the two of you were either fully hard in their jeans or shamelessly jerking themselves off to the free show. Ushijima didn’t care what they were doing because no one else got to feel how tight you were around their dicks. No one else could make you moan the way you were for him. No one else’s name was falling from your lips like a mantra.

You felt the sting from another one of his slaps on your ass. He landed another three and you knew there would be a bruise in the shape of his hand there tomorrow. Not that you were complaining. He could feel you getting close and rubbed your clit. You came hard on his dick, screaming his name so loud that it could be heard over the music. Ushijima shifted you so your back was on the couch and continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Placing one of your legs over his shoulder, you grasped at the couch from the feeling of his dick hitting you even deeper. His pace slowed down just a bit and you looked at him to see what was happening. He was staring down at you, but not where his dick was entering you over and over again. Sitting back on your forearms, you saw him watching the bulge of his dick move through your stomach. You watched the imprint move back and forth a couple times before falling onto your back. The sight made you clench around his dick causing him to fall forward, both his hands around your head to hold him up. You were already so tight around him and the feeling of your walls squeezing him harder almost made him cum on the spot. But he was going to make you cum on his dick one more time before he was done.

With your leg over his shoulder and Ushijima hovering over you, you felt like you were going to be split open in the best possible way. You had been reduced to an incoherent mess as his pace picked up. Your third orgasm approached fast since you were still sensitive from your previous ones. Ushijima wrapped a hand around your throat and re-positioned himself so his other hand could rub your clit.

“I know you’re close, doll. Are you gonna cum on my dick again in front of everyone? Everyone’s gonna know how much of a slut you really are after tonight, but that’s what you want right?”

His grip got tighter and his fingers moved faster. Every motion and movement had your eyes rolling back as you came again with a silent scream. Ushijima leaned back down to capture your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your moans so no one else could hear it. Feeling your walls contract one more time was all he needed to cum inside of you. His thrusts slowed down, but kept moving until both of you had come down from your high. His kisses turned from possessive to passionate to soft and you cupped his face with both hands as you returned each and every one. He pulled away and both of you stared at each other, forgetting that you weren’t at home in your shared bedroom, but rather on a dirty couch in a strip club surrounded by many, many strangers.

You smiled at him and he pushed some hair out of your face. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too. Now get off me.” You gently pushed at his chest. Fortunately for you, a coworker brought over a towel to help you two clean up. Once everything was back in place and the two of you were cleaned, you handed the hundred back to your boyfriend.

He shook his head and placed his blazer over your shoulders. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t support your work.”

[pebblee-penguin]

Hai @ficsandgiggles !! I'm your squealing santa!!! I hope you enjoy your fic, and happy holidays!

And thank you to @ticklygiggles for organizing all this!! <3

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(A post-Unus Annus tickle fic!! Lee!Ethan and Ler!Mark, platonic.)

Ethan is nervous because he thinks that since Unus Annus is dead, no one will remember him or his channel. Mark seeks ways to comfort him

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It was a couple days after Christmas and Mark had invited a couple friends over, safely. Some of his “YouTuber friends” took the C0vid test, and all tested negative so they got together, still being as safe as possible. Along with Ethan, Mark had the entirety of “Teamiplier” and more. Everyone was thankfully safe beforehand, and afterwards.

The others had left for some personal business, but Ethan stayed for a bit longer, not entirely motivated to drive home by himself. Mark was used to having Ethan around his home. Thanks to Unus Annus, Ethan felt like a roommate to him every once in a while. And he didn’t mind! As much as he made fun of Ethan, the two were best friends.

Ethan helped Mark and Amy clean up after the dinner. Amy had noticed Ethan’s eyes began to look wet, and seemed like he wasn’t doing okay.

“Hey, uh–would it be okay if I sat down f-for a moment. I’m—feeling dizzy.”

The other two looked up from their work and nodded.

“Yeah sure, go sit down.” Mark motioned his head towards the couch.

“Thanks..” Ethan sat on Mark’s couch with his hands on his forehead. Mark immediately got back to cleaning up. Amy smacked his arm.

“He’s clearly not feeling well. You should go talk to him.” she whispered.

“He seems..fine. I thought he was just dizzy...”

“Something’s on his mind. Just–go!”

“I don’t want you to hafta clean up everything by yourself-” he whined.

“I’ll be fine, just go talk to him.” she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she nudged him towards his friend. Mark smiled and headed towards Ethan.

Ethan heard footsteps coming toward him, so he quickly wiped his eyes and masked a slight smile for Mark.

“W-What’s up?” he stuttered, hoping his friend wouldn’t notice his current condition.

“What do you mean what’s up? Somethings not okay with you. Do you feel sick or something?” Mark sat down next to his friend. He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want Ethan to feel bad.

“No, not sick.. Just…..tired. I guess..” He smiled, truly trying to be considerate, he shoved his emotions down inside himself to not burden anyone else. “I feel fine, Mark. Don’t worry about it.”

“You do not feel fine. I’m here to help! We can talk if you’d like. I just wanna help.” Mark’s eyes were locked on Ethan’s, making no error in showing him that he wanted to help. Ethan scoffed a bit and  looked away.

“I’m fine..just don't worry about it-”

Mark sighed. He hated seeing his friend feel down.

"Tell you what. Can I at least try to make you feel better, however you're feeling?" He raised his eyebrows, feeling determined to make sure Ethan could go back to being his best self.

"Yeah..sure." he chuckled slightly.

"Good. That's all I need." Mark ran past the kitchen for a moment, then ran back dog in hand.

"Heh, hi Beeks." He ruffled the top of Chica's fluffy face. Mark's eyes widened at Ethan's lack of emotion.

"Really?? Chica can't even help?" He put Chica's paws on Ethan's leg and pretended that Chica had a sad look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling it!" Ethan threw his hands in the air for a moment. Mark stared at him, ideas flowing through his head for what could work even better than shoving a dog in his face.

"C'monnn! C'moooooon~" Mark cood while poking all around Ethan's torso. "I just wanna heeeeelp~"

Ethan swatted Mark's hands away. Mark noticed the slight grin forming on Ethan's face. He was attempting to hold down the bubbly giggles in his chest.

"Ohohoh... I got an idea to make yous feel bettah~" Mark used his 'Yancy' voice, indicating a playful tone towards Ethan.

"Mahark, don't you dare. It's not the time for this-" Instead of getting up from the couch, he began to shrink himself in to the couch's corner. With the realization that this idea wouldn't be the greatest, he continued executing it.

"Ohhhohoh I think it IS the time for this~" Mark playfully wiggled his fingers towards the younger man's stomach.

"Nohohoho!!" Ethan sunk further into the couch. As far as he could until Mark's fingers barely made contact with his quivering stomach.

"Yes!" Mark pounced and dug his clawed hands into Ethan's sides. Ethan twitched and squirmed as if he just got electrocuted, laughing hysterically.

"NAHAHA YOHOHOU AHAHAHASS-" He writhed and locked his arms in a position that almost made him look like he was operating a jetpack.

"Ass? I'm trying to help you out! Trying to make you feel better! I don't even know the reason for the horrid feeling has overcome you!" Mark's clawed hands scribbled over to the side of Ethan's ribs, Making Ethan's loud giggles go up an octave.

"NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHARK QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT-" Ethan jolted again to the side.

"Nnnope! I'm gonnnnnnnnaaaaa......tickle your tummy! Tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Mark's teasy voice was one Ethan had never heard before, but was enjoying thoroughly.

Through Ethan's incoherent giggles, Mark could barely understand all of what he was saying except for a mere "whyhyhyhy".

Ethan's major giggle fest was urging Ethan to fall off the couch. Before Ethan could 'escape' in any way, Mark thrusted his leg between Ethans' to keep him in place.

"Nuh-uh-uh~" Mark clicked. "I will sit here and tickle the information out of you if I have tooo~"

Ethan had no time to retaliate when he was at Mark's mercy once again. The tickling fingers moved and began vibrating at the crevice of Ethan's neck.

"FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHACK NAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ethan screamed as his hands moved to try to push away Mark from his sensitive neck. The two could even hear Amy giggling at them from the kitchen.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAMY AHAHARE YOHOHOU ENJOHOYIHING THIHIHIS-" Ethan squealed to her from across the room.

"Am I doin' good Amy?" Mark began attacking Ethan's exposed underarms, from blocking his neck.

"You're doing great hunny!" Amy giggled again from the kitchen.

"YOOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO SHUHUT UHUHUP" Ethan's laughter grew twice as loud, and thrice as joyous. Mark chuckled at his friend who was clearly smiling. Not just from the tickling sensations, but he seemed to be feeling a lot better than before.

After what seemed like hours, but was really about 20 minutes in all, Mark slowed his tickles down to slight scratches on Ethan's back. Ethan, who was laying face down on the couch now, was giggling, almost sleepily.

"You feelin' any better? You ready to talk?" Mark moved so Ethan could sit up and breathe if he needed to.

"Yeah, I feel better." He grinned. "But..do we hafta talk about shit?"

“Come on, I really want to help whatever you’re going through. Please?” Mark nodded his head, showing that he was being serious.

Ethan saw Mark’s intent, and unraveled his feelings.

“I’m just having a bit of a harder time with Unus Annus. I’m fine with it being over, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad..but it’s making me feel like I’ve been forgotten already.” He looked down, avoiding eye contact. What he was feeling seemed so silly, so inconvenient. He didn’t know why this made him anxious, it normally never did. Mark’s eyes widened.

“Man are you serious? You’ve got literally nothing to worry about! Your fans absolutely adore you! You've got touring plans! You just hit 2 mil!! That’s a win in my book!” He pat Ethan’s shoulders.

“I know, I know! And I’m nothing but thankful! But.. I just feel like ever since Unus Annus is gone....people are forgetting about me already. Views have gone down and likes have gone down and ‘hate comments’ have gone up and all sorts of shit like that! And I know it’s petty to just think about views, but to be honest it kind of hurts my feelings. Which is really stupid.”

Mark understood Ethan’s feelings. It’s hard to feel unfulfilled. It’s hard to feel forgotten. He’s had times like that too.

“Hey, no one is forgetting about you. If anything Unus Annus probably boosted your channel!” he chuckled unharshly. Ethan sighed.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I really think you’ve got nothing to be worried about. Honestly, I see you working harder than ever now that Unus Annus is dead. And you’re making so much progress. You’re progressing faster than I hoped to have when I was where you are. You’re doing so much, and your fans love you. You’re amazing, man.” Ethan looked up and smiled at Mark.

“Damn, that really means a lot to me. Thanks Mark.” he smiled widely.

"No problem, you ticklish dork." He ruffled Ethan's hair like a child. "And thanks to you for being ticklish enough for me to get you to talk." He winked and Ethan chuckled.

“No problem, asshole.”

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Wow! This is the first full fic I've written and posted to tumblr! I hope yall like it!! :D xx

[a-libra-writes]

Dolorous Ed’s 62 please x

Edddddd 💞 slowly getting through these lol, yall know how i am

 Kiss Prompt 62: Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

She dreamed she was back home.

It was strange, the dream. It was almost boring. She was back in the kitchen, peeling onions and cutting beets. There was the smell of grass, and flowers, because her mother just walked in with a basket full of herbs and flowers. She put one in Y/N’s hair, smiled, and went further inside. Y/N pulled the flower and smelled it, a fresh lavender bloom. She’d keep a little bundle at her bedside, to sleep better at night.

Then it was cold. The windows looking outward to their fields were wide open, and the cold air was coming in. Y/N wanted to close them, but she was so warm. Now she was by the hearth, sleeping on a chair, paying no mind to the wind rushing it. It blew the food and cups and baskets out of the modest kitchen, blew out the hearth beside her, but she still didn’t stir. She was so warm and comfortable in that chair, even as the wind hit her and made her shiver.

She shivered again, and felt aching in her bones. Y/N realized she was half-awake, and tried to pull herself from the dream. The cold was helping with that. It was seeping in, and whistling through the old stones that had little holes between them. Y/N’s toes felt like ice. Maybe I finally lost one.

She was still warm though, as if the hearth were still there. It was engulfing her, and light was hitting her face, even as she scrunched her eyes shut. There was a small little hearth in her room, barely more than a cookfire, but she so rarely lit it …

An arm tightened around her, and she was pressed closer to someone’s warm neck.

Oh.

Oh.

Y/N’s eyes shot open and she tried not to scream. That would be a stupid thing to do, but her hammering heart and instinct felt like it was a good idea. She did not do it. Instead, Y/N wiggled this way and that, until she was up on her elbows.

Gods damn him for sleeping so nicely. Edd had no right to look so peaceful and comfortable while she was frantically trying to decide what to do. They were not supposed to fall asleep together.

It was all the Eastwatch commander’s fault, the one she stewarded for, Cotter Pyke. When he came to Castle Black and dragged her along, she was glad for it, hoping to see Edd. She thought her commander didn’t know, but he was a sly bastard, that one. Late in the evening, he gave her a big jug of wine, winked, and told her to enjoy the night. She did, very thoroughly, but wine made her so tired. It seemed it had the same effect on Edd.

I know I’m the luckiest ‘brother’ to ever take the black, but he needs to keep out of my business. Still, it was a lovely night, and her headache was a small price to pay. The problem now, however…

Finding the heart to get out of Edd’s embrace, wake up his sleepy face, and get his arse moving. It was still early, he could make it to the hall for breakfast.

He made a noise that was almost cute, and tried to pull her back to him. For all the times he complained to her about sleeping poorly, he was like a sack of rocks now. She liked to think she made a good bedmate. “Edd.”

No surprise, that did nothing. She laid back down and allowed him to nestle her close again. Against his neck, she repeated, “Edd. Wake up.”

“Hm?”

She flicked the nose she teased about being so big, but that she actually liked. “It’s morning. You have work to do. I have work to do.” Though my commander is probably sleeping off a far worse hangover.

She didn’t expect a sleepy kiss in return, and tried to steel her resolve. “Edd, I know you’re awake.”

“Mhm. Dreamin’.” He kissed her again, missing her lips and settling on her brow. He hadn’t opened his eyes once.

“Oh, a very good dream, I’m sure.”

“Very good.”

“You’ll get to dream all you want if anyone finds us, and they hang you.”

He sighed. “You’re no fun in the mornings. Hanging this, getting caught that. Leave it to me to find the only sensible girl in Westeros.”

“I’m the only girl you know,” Y/N smiled. She kissed him properly, and he reacted right away, in more ways than one. Y/N didn’t let him lie back down this time. She sat up and pulled his ear, albeit gently. “I’m going to dress and report. If you laze about, I won’t cover for you.”

Edd yawned and finally sat up. He rubbed at his eyes, usually darkened from fatigue and his own heavy thoughts, but they didn’t look so dark in this light. “Ohh. I’m very chastised. You know, I swore I fell asleep next to a beautiful girl, not a septa.”

His response was a cloak being thrown at his head. Edd laughed and untangled it. Y/N so rarely heard that laugh, she only saw the smirks and wry japes. She hated stepping onto the cold stone, and feeling the chilly air. Y/N dressed promptly to feel warm again.

She turned around, looking for her boots, and gaped at the fact Edd was still abed. “Are you expecting breakfast in bed, milord?”

“Oh, no, that won’t be necessary.” Edd was grinning. Again, a real smile, not a tired scowl or smirk. “I’m taking in a show first.”

She found his pants and threw them. “Happy to oblige.”

Y/N wrapped her thick scarf around her neck, the one that covered most of her lower face. With that and the big, black hood attached to her cloak, it was near impossible to notice her identity. Quiet as she was, and careful as she walked, most didn’t pay her any mind. Edd was still dressing, and he stopped to say, “Have I ever told you that you look like the Stranger in that get-up? No wonder no one talks to ya. It’s like having a spectre in the castle.”

“How funny, last night you said I looked like an angel.”

Edd flushed a little, but turned aside to hide it. He put on his own cloak. “Still true.”

There was no sarcastic comment or jap added onto that, so Y/N was pleased her face was hidden. She felt warm, not just from the layers of wool. “I might see you,” She said, her voice muffled. There was no need to make it deeper yet. “Before we leave for Eastwatch.”

Edd hung back, waiting for her to leave first. It was an old routine. She would leave, then he would sneak out ten minutes later. He took her wrist, covered in gloves and long sleeves, and raised the sleeve so he could touch her bare skin with his thumb. He leaned in and kissed her nose, barely peeking out of her scarf and hood. She giggled.

“Hope so,” He said, that blush still coloring his nose and cheeks. It would be easy to blame the cold if anyone asked.

Y/N took his bare hand and kissed the palm, then slipped out the door. She allowed herself a happy, light gait before she entered the yard, where she would have to look down and walk inconspicuously. The memories would keep her warmer than any old tattered cloak, and help her through the day, even as her fingers reddened and numbed.

I forgot to tell him about the dream, and the lavender. She realized. Next time, I will.

[luciferist]

Hi! Can I please request an MC who is still in college (aged like 21/22) with Jumin. And she is super stressed because of her course work and an upcoming test but doesn’t want to let him know because he is so excited to take her to this gala tonight and bought her a fancy dress. thanks!

hello!! thank you for requesting :D please enjoy !!

– jumin + an college student mc who’s stressed but doesn’t want to tell him

you swear you’ve never seen jumin more excited for anything, not since you first went to his house all those months ago

jumin had been talking about this upcoming charity gala for WEEKS and was preparing your outfit, your entrance, every little detail

when he first had told you about the event, you were excited too since you had never attended something so nice, but it also didn’t seem like that grand of an event. it looked like something jumin would be used to and wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at

“my sweet, this event will be the first formal event other than the RFA party where you will attend as my partner. do you understand now, why i’m so excited to show you off?”

and lord, he is just the sweetest, isn’t he? you were overjoyed that you meant so much to him and you, as well, began to count the days until the special night

sure, you had a bunch of work due the week of the gala, but you’d be fine. right?

that’s what you thought.

that is, until, the week before the gala, your professor informed you that your final would be the day after the gala at 8am.

and would be 60% of your overall grade.

seriously, who does that??? you began to think maybe you should’ve just joined the circus after high school. dammit.

and dear jumin, your sweet jumin :( he was so excited to bring you... but you just had so much work and studying to do... but the way his face lit up every time he spoke about the custom dress he had ordered just for you... well, it would be okay, right? you just had to be running on ten cups of coffee that morning.

jumin was so excited and you didn’t want to ruin that.

and so came along a week’s worth of late nights spent studying, going to class, and typing word after word after word

and finally, the day of the gala arrived

it was half an hour before the start of the event and you were putting the finishing touches on your outfit

you looked absolutely gorgeous in the custom-made floral tulle gown jumin got for you, imported from italy.

oh my god, how is this me? you look into your eyes in the mirror, taking in a deep sigh. it’s go time. let’s hope i don’t pass out in front of the class tomorrow.

while the dress looked stunning on you, fitting in all the best places, you looked sleep-deprived and hadn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep a night in the past week. every time you closed your eyes, you felt like falling asleep right there

but then jumin walked into the bathroom wearing a dark navy suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and his juicy behind

the things i do for this ass... you think as he gives you a kiss on the cheek and circles your waist from behind

“you are absolutely shining, beloved. thank you for gracing me with your companionship tonight.” you peck his cheek, blushing at his sweet words

“shall we go?” he says, taking your hand.

you follow him out into the living room, getting closer and closer to the door, until a sharp pain strikes your head hard and you stumble onto the ground, letting out a strained yelp

jumin takes notice quickly, holding you before you drop completely

“_? what’s wrong? should i call in the physician?”

you urgently tell him no, it’s not that serious, you think it’s just a slight migraine, and that you’re able to go, just give you a minute

suddenly, strong arms pick you up and place you on the kitchen countertop

“_, i need you to tell me what’s wrong now. don’t lie to me, my love. i know you haven’t been sleeping these days. please rely on me.” his eyes are filled with worry and compassion and you had honestly never felt so cared for more than in that moment

“.....” after seeing you fail to speak, jumin hugs your middle, whispering a painful “please.” into your shoulder

tears fill your eyes out of stress, fear of disappointing him, exhaust, and you spill over like an over-poured glass of water

“jumin, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. you must be so angry at me right now... i’m so sorry. this last week has been so busy at school and-and i have my final tomorrow and i’ve been studying non-stop but i just couldn’t tell you because you were so excited for tonight and you even paid for this nice dress and i just ruined all of it and-”

he seals your panicked blabbering with a chaste kiss, quickly shutting you up

jumin pulls back, looking deeply into your teary eyes

all you can see is love and affection for the mess that’s you

“_. darling. your wellbeing is above anything else. above this gala, above this company, above the world. i couldn’t bear it if you were in pain because of my selfishness. and i could never be angry at you, so perish the thought. please do not worry about tonight. let’s go to bed and rest. consider this event cancelled and let me take care of you. and, don’t you know i plan to marry you? there will be plenty more opportunities in our future for me to show off my beautiful lover to the world and for you to attend these events. i guarantee it.”

you almost start crying again at jumin’s wonderful words. how did you get so lucky?

he carries you bridal-style to the bedroom and begins to coddle you just as he likes it. undressing you, bathing you, pampering you for all of your hard work studying the past week. he makes you a comforting plate of pancakes and you spend the rest of the night watching an old romantic movie together, falling asleep on the couch in matching pajamas

the next day, your phone alarm wakes you up at 7am and you shoot up (somehow in bed instead of the couch – jumin must have brought you, but you didn’t have time to ponder the specifics), your brain on immediate panic mode

oh man. ohhhh maaaan. _, you really f*cked up this time.

jumping out of bed, a large hand grabs your wrist

“where are you going, _?” you tug your arm away, scrambling to throw some clothes on and somehow make it to campus in time, screaming some incoherent jumble of words about a test

“oh... that. come back to bed. i took care of it last night. your professor moved your final to wednesday afternoon. how? i gave him an, ah, phone call. that’s all. now come, darling. it’s cold.”

if you know jumin han, you know that he doesn’t lie, so you slowly get back into bed after getting over your bout of suspicion and relax a little.

you just pray that you aren’t kicked out of the department wednesday because your all-too-powerful boyfriend probably threatened to sue your professor for “foresaking your student’s mental health and welfare”. damn, and i was so close to graduating too.

but whatever jumin does, he does only with the best for you in mind, so really, how could you complain?

enjoy !! i had lotsa fun writing this 🥰 yall, get a supportive hubby like this and don’t settle for less !!!