#How To Get Cat Spray Out Of Couch Best Ideas

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Welcome home

Part 3 of the rewrites, this one is my personal favourite. Word count:1.4K

While it has been over a year since you and Bumblebee have become best friends, He wanted to know more about you. He wanted to see inside your house !! But how do you let inside a giant robot without your dad knowing, that's the only issue. Bee was always sad when you had to answer no.

"Please please please..." The radio played as he once again pleaded you to let him explore.

"I know buddy... But I can't risk it... I can't let my dad see you..." You said once again sadly, making him whir in sadness.

It almost felt that way until your dad came up to you one night. "Hey kiddo"

"Hey dad what's up ??" You looked up from what you were doing.

"So I'm gonna be gone for the whole weekend, Business arrangement. I'll be back on Sunday night. Can you handle that ??" He smiled softly and ruffled your hair, making you chuckle.

"Yeah, I can" You looked up at him as always like he was your world.

"Alright, I'll leave some money behind so you can order a pizza..."

But in that moment, You then realised... He's gone for the weekend, so that means you can show Bee the house. So later after dinner, you went back into the garage. "Bee, got something to tell you"

He whirred softly, giving you his full attention.

"So dad is gonna be gone for the whole weekend, that means i can show you the house" You smiled softly.

He whirred happily before an audio played... "He's the G.O.A.T !!" making you chuckle.

So Saturday morning rolled around, and no one was in the house bar you. So after waking up properly, you then put the plan into motion, you closed the curtains so that no one could see, but the ones that could still bring in some light into the house and soon you headed into the garage and grabbed the power drill. Bee transformed seeing you, shifting side to side excitedly.

"Just give me a bit, I got an idea" You then grabbed a measuring tape and measured his chest to help him get through the door. Once getting the measurements, you then went over to the door and got the exact same measurements. "Ok, so when I unscrew the door, you need to shift slowly so you can fit through ok ??" He responded by nodding. "Ok, let's do this"

You then began to unscrew the hatches off the door, moving it aside you entered back inside, watching Bee as he began to enter the house. He looked around and tried to stand up before his head bumped into the ceiling light, pressing his fingers against it to make it still.

"It's ok..." You reassured him as you progressed through, he then found a soda can, bright red. He tried to then pick it up, but sometimes he didn't know his own strength and made the can burst open, You could hear the fizz of the soda and him almost falling back as the liquid sprayed into his face.

"Woah woah, it's ok, It's ok. It's just a soda can" You tossed the broken one out and grabbed a napkin to wipe the mess. "Just gonna be sticky after..."

Soon you progressed into the living room where Bee noticed bright colours on the TV. It was one of your dad's video games from back in the day. "This was his favourite game, it's called pitfall. Shows how ancient he is" You joked making you both chuckle.

But as you turned off the game and put it away, Bee turned around and saw the couch. Oooh that looks comfy, But you were swift when he tried to sit down. "No no no !!!" You stopped him just in time. "I know it looks very comfy but it'll break if you try to sit on it."

He nodded in understanding, But then he heard a small noise from his feet and something nuzzled against it. Your pet cat was nuzzling against him. He remained as still as possible while inspecting the animal.

"This is my pet cat Ripley" You picked her up. "Dad named her after Ripley from the alien movies."

Bee tilted his head at the word. "Come again ??..." His radio scratched.

So bringing him over to your Bookshelf, He saw a whole range of DVDs. "We can watch movies on the internet now, But Dad still prefers buying DVDs, and... I kinda do too" You then showed him the cover art of alien. Ooooh interesting.

As you continued on explaining about movies, Bee then moved over to something fascinating, a machine that has... Motor oil in it ?? He then gently took the jar out and poured the liquid, ok not motor oil. He then noticed something above it ticking away, He gently pulled out something from his digit and began to move the lines. Thankfully you stopped him just in time. "It's called a coffee machine" you picked the jar back up and put it in, Moving his digit to 1pm, A ding was made as the coffee began to pour into the jar. He made a soft whirring noise as he watched on. "It's a drink that humans drink in order to wake themselves up a little bit in the morning, give them energy in the day"

He then looked around and saw the photo wall, gently tapping your shoulder and pointing to the wall, making you smile. "That's the photo wall" You gently brought him over and showed him. He then immediately saw the photo of a little human baby... wait... hang on... it has the same face as you !! He looked between you two trying to match...

"Oh, that's me when I was two" You lifted the photo to give him a closer look. He looked at the photo and then you, pointing to you and holding up two fingers, as if he was saying. "Are you two ??"

Making you chuckle. "No, I'm 16. So every year when a baby is born, they age up by one" You explained.

God, he was learning so much !! It was incredible... wait... who is this woman ?? He's never seen her before.

Your smile dropped into a sort of bittersweet one when you lifted the photo and inspected it.

"That's my mom..." You rubbed the frame. "She... Died when I was 3... It'll almost be her anniversary soon..." You started to grow sad, remembering the fond memories you shared with her. "I still can't believe she's gone... She'd always seen me this lullaby about... sunshine I think..."

Bee looked at your face and started to grow sad himself... No please don't be sad y/n. He then flicked his radio to a song about sunshine. "You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey..." You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes. That was the lullaby she sang to you. "Thank you..."

He remembered when humans were sad, they would usually hug. So he gently brought you close and held you. You sniffled as the song played. Bee has been so important to you, He helped you... find you again... Same with Bee, You helped him find his voice again. You were his Amica endura for a reason.

So after a day of touring the house, You cleaned up the soda and coffee, helped Bee back inside and drilled the hatches back onto the door. "So what do you think ??" You turned to him with a smile.

He whirred happily and raised a fist up in excitement, He loved it so so much.

"Anytime Bee" You smiled when you were about to enter the house again to order pizza. You heard his radio flick.

"Spark... let... my... spark.. let"

You looked at him, a little confused he pointed to you. It was a nickname that he was given back on Cybertron and now... he's passing it to you. Making you smile wider, rushing over you lunged into his arms, holding him close as if he were to disappear if you let go.

Bee closed his optics as he held you close. The radio flicks to the song again. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey."

You were bee's sparklet, He was your sunshine.

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[love-minor-poltergeist]

Could I please request headcannons on The Devil from Cuphead? Specifically, his cat-like habits🤣 For some reason, I can see Dice having a bottle labeled Holy Water(It’s just tap water actually😆) to spray Devil with when he gets unreasonably hissy.🤣🤣🤣

A/N: Once again, another dated request given how the Cuphead Show had the very same idea (ノ_<。). Nevertheless, we love a giant housecat from Hell. I hope you enjoy this batch, anon! Do reach out if you want me to adjust anything!!

Hell’s Top Cat, AKA The Devil:

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Long before the fall, one could argue the Devil already exhibited certain… feline habits. The silent, judgemental stares he’d doled out to his brothers and puny mortals, rising at god-forsaken hours early in the morning to expend whatever energy he’s pent up from being stuck behind a desk all day, a weird habit of chewing on anything non-edible— the list could go on. Of course, the Devil has long denied such behavior back then, and still does to this day. 

After the fall and surrounded by wild-eyed, bordering feral beasts within Hell’s landscapes, not to mention going through a bestial transformation himself, said habits have only grown more apparent. 

The Devil could be hard to read at certain times. However, certain business partners and the imps under his command have learned to pay close attention to his body language. Loathe as he is to admit it, he’s quite expressive with his tail and ears. Ears pointed straight up? The demon’s heard something and is straining to hear it, or you’ve caught his attention. Tail wagging and ears rapidly twitching? You got an angry demon on your hands and you better tread carefully. Ears wiggling as he’s eating? Oh golly, looks like he’s enjoying whatever he’s eating! 

His eyes were already unnerving back when he was an angel. Now they can glow in the dark? There may have been numerous times where King Dice nearly pissed himself when he stumbled upon his boss in the dark, nothing but the unnerving, inhumane glow of his eyes indicating the demon was even there. 

Thanks to his shapeshifting abilities, the Devil is able to comfortably fit in whatever confined space he sees fit. Truly the ultimate form of “If I fits, I sits”. Not to mention that it gives him an edge on spying on any employees that’re slacking off or sneaking up on any potential victims. 

Back in heaven, his pica-like habits were at least managed by his brothers and the Devil fussing over his public image. However, not that dear old dad isn’t around and he’s the King of Hell, he can do whatever he wants– so said habits have gotten worse. Numerous pens, clothed furniture, and a few telephone wires have fallen victim to the demon’s teeth. It’s gotten to the point where King Dice is considering spraying bitter apple spray on everything in the casino just so he didn't have to replace everything. 

The Devil usually has a nail file on hand to maintain his claws. He considers sharpening them on anything else to be beneath him. However, when he’s in a particularly bad mood or feeling territorial, he’ll tear up anything he could get his hands on. Couches, wallpaper, desks, people– it’s best to stay out of the way until he calms down. 

Sheds more than a tree in fall. There’s so much of his loose fur on his bedsheets, his balcony chair, and his office furniture that if you sneeze, it’ll trigger an explosion of hair everywhere. No, he refuses to acknowledge it. Shut up. 

That being said, he absolutely adores it when he’s brushed. It’s like a pleasant massage for him, scratching particularly pleasantly at an itch he didn’t even know he had. Of course, it’s a sobering experience for him when he’s presented with enough hair to make a life-sized replica of himself after a brushing session. 

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[snoelledarts]

whats up with cold showers???

You managed to pick the most unserious one I'm--

It's when Nico and Will are like 18 and 19 (canon-compliant, you know me), and are living together in New Rome while Will goes to school and Nico is home alone a lot because he doesn't go to school... or have a job... or anything. He still runs errands for his dad and that's about it. So it's just about all the time he spends just... sitting alone in their apartment and all the BS he gets up to. And one of the ongoing jokes is how many showers he takes every day just for something to DO. (Teen and Up snippet under the cut, just to be safe! Altho the *joke* is Nico doesn't understand the implications of cold showers.)

Being with Will isn’t the problem anymore. 

Shame doesn’t crawl up Nico’s spine when they’re out together in public. Embarrassment doesn’t threaten to burn him from the inside out when Will steals kisses in front of their friends. He’s not even bothered by how grossly romantic Will is! In fact, Nico is starting to suspect he might be worse. A horrifying, but increasingly true, reality. Flowers at random, cooking Will’s favorite dinners at the end of hard days, singing Will to sleep-- gods, when did he become such a sap?

Well, if Nico had to guess, probably about when Will entered his life. 

Their friends all joke that being in a relationship suits him, that nowadays Nico mellows Will out more than the other way around. A majority of their time together is spent snuggled on the couch, or going on sweet dates around New Rome whenever Will catches a break. 

It’s domestic bliss at eighteen years old.

Will goes to his classes, attends his clinicals, and Nico is there for every spare moment in-between force-feeding the blonde so he doesn’t pass out and coaxing him to bed with promises of more studying in the morning. (Which is always a lie, because Will is weak to early morning cuddles with a grumpy “very cute” Nico, and Nico is not above using that to his advantage.)

So, like Nico said, being with Will isn’t the problem anymore. 

No, the problem is when he’s alone.

And not in that way. Nico is the furthest from lonely he has ever been in his life. Percy and Annabeth live only a few blocks over, and while they’re both pretty busy with their coursework, that doesn’t stop them from demanding Will and Nico come over for dinner twice a week or go for a night out on the town with a group of friends every once in a while. Hazel and Frank and Reyna are just on the outside of New Rome, overseeing Camp Jupiter still, and Nico still gets a little choked up when he thinks too hard about how nice it is to live with his sister so close by. Even a few of his and Will’s best Camp Half-Blood friends, like Cecil and Austin, are here in New Rome attending college. 

(Will still insists Austin should have gotten in Julliard. Nico offered to send an undead army to the Admissions Office, but for some reason Austin didn’t like that idea. A pity. It’s been a long time since Nico has gotten to have an entire legion of skeletons at his beck and call.)

Actually, now that Nico thinks about it, it’s a miracle he’s ever alone at all given the proximity of all of their most extroverted friends. 

The problem with being alone isn’t that Nico’s lonely, it’s that it gives him time to enjoy himself. And time to enjoy himself also means time to think about the future, which always leads to thinking about Will. And thinking about Will leads to-- the current issue.

Nico has taken four cold showers today. 

There is quite literally nothing else for him to do. At this point he’s starting to feel like he should just sit under the cold spray indefinitely like a wet, scolded cat. Doomed to daydream his day away.

[inkybinkyboink]

urinetown stoner headcanons

it's less than a month to the show and im going fucking nuts. i drove two and a half hours today on a whim. to pick up a toilet seat that my parents didn't need anymore for props. headcanons below the cut >:)

bobby: like i said, he's definitely eaten half a pan of brownies thinking they were normal. he spent an hour trying to scrub a stain off of the side of the amenity until he was told it was spray paint. then he walked to hope's place and started crying about stray cats and how he wanted to adopt them all. he slept for thirteen hours and refuses to admit the incident ever happened.

penny: made the pan of brownies. she does edibles sometimes to destress and decompress and can you blame her? penny on weed becomes the most anarchic, careless person in the best way possible. go piss for free. she doesnt give two flying fucks. the world sucks. commit crimes. just do it. see you in urinetown. bobby once asked her if he could have a raise while she was baked and she said yes and regrets it every single day.

lockstock: listen, ok. i have my heart set on the idea that lockstock is fully aware that his career and position in society is ultimately more of a detriment than it is an aid. i think that knowing this bugs him (arguably). that being said, i think he does smoke, if not for pain management then to fucking forget about how awful everything is. i think the people he's killed weigh on his conscious and smoking a fat j turns that off for a little while. that man will lay on the couch with a bowl of pretzels and watch whatever's on tv until he falls asleep.

barrel: the opposite of lockstock. he's convinced he's helping and maintaining order in society. he likes abiding by the rules. so when he bums a cigarette off of lockstock and it turns out to be a blunt, he immediately gets so paranoid. lockstock has to calm him down because barrel is being SO loud and bro we are going to get caught. like 30 seconds after he calms down and eats something, he passes the fuck out on the couch bc its some strong ass ptsd indica. he very begrudgingly acknowledges that it did make him feel better and that he did sleep well. now, sometimes, after a bad day, him and lockstock share a joint.

cladwell: bro smoked so much pot before the stink years but then he rose to power and imposed laws that made it illegal and thinks he's The Shit for doing it. everyone's fucking pissed he did.

hope: little becky offered her a very special tasting gummy bear once and it was some mad sativa. hope did not shut up. for three hours. all she talked about was how she missed bobby. and how spaghetti was so good. then someone put on cartoons and she was absorbed like an ipad kid on an 8 hour flight.

fipp: would not do weed now but has done it in the past. nightmare blunt rotation. he just talks about politics. and not the good kind. it's terrifying. get that man away from me.

mcqueen: same as fipp but he gets like. scared. i think mcqueen knows deep down that what he's doing is wrong, but he constantly ignores it, so when he's high all that bubbles to the surface and he gets really wishy-washy about what he's saying. honestly i think it would be really funny to watch.

little becky two shoes: rolls the craziest blunts. the tesseract joint isn't beyond her skills. got pissed when she found out she was pregananate because she couldnt smoke weed anymore bc she wants her kid to be healthy. little becky knows where to get the good shit. she's dealing like fucking jesse pinkman from breaking bad.

hotblades harry: same boat as becky minus the pregnant part. they have competitions for who can roll the best joint like it's a cup stacking contest. people bet money. that man has smoked more weed than you ever will. his house is almost constantly hotboxed. hotblades harry more like hotboxed harry.

bonus:

old man strong has taken some mad edibles for hip pain.

little sally is a child so shes not on this list but i will be damned if she doesnt constantly bug lockstock about the funny cigarette she saw him smoke once

after urinetown they still use the secret hideout but it's just for smoke sessions. it's just a blunt rotation. it's comfy now, they made it comfy. they added lights.

[freewayinsurance]

6 Effective Tips for How to Remove Pet Hair From Your Car

What if one little ride with your pet ruined your car?

Hopefully, it’s not so extreme you need to get your car insurance involved, but that’s what it can feel like when your sweet ride is filled with dog hair or cat hair. You may want to clean it up, but it can be very difficult to remove animal fur from an automobile.

Does all this sound familiar? Are you someone who needs to know how to remove reminders of your furry friend from your vehicle? Keep reading to discover our top tips for pet hair removal.

1. Use Science: Static Electricity and a Balloon

Are your car seats and carpets filled with unwanted fur? One method that may help you clean everything up involves the creative use of static electricity and a balloon.

Chances are you’ve never thought of balloons as a pet hair remover before, but it may be the best way for owners to clean automobile interiors. Just blow up a few small balloons, tie them off, and rub them on the interior to build up the static electricity. Once you bring the balloon closer to the hair shed by your furry friend, that fur will begin to stick to the balloon.

While this technique works well for very loose hair, it may not perfectly clean fuzz that’s really stuck to your car’s interior. Nevertheless, you may want to start with this technique to loosen things up before you move on to the next idea.

2. Use Traditional Tools: Vacuum Cleaner and Pet Brush

Are you a cat owner or dog owner sick of all the fur in your car’s upholstery? In that case, it’s worth investing in a good wire brush. This brush, along with a good vacuum cleaner, can help you get stubborn fur out of the vehicle. As a bonus, the following technique also works well for cleaning furniture inside your home, meaning you can finally get the fuzz off your pet’s favorite couch.

To get started, you need to take a spray bottle and spray a fine mist of water on the affected areas. Next, use the brush to corral the fur into a central location. From there, use a vacuum cleaner to finish up.

This method is a great idea because it helps you get almost any amount of hair out of your vehicle. Of course, if you’ve never thought your furbaby had that much hair, it can be a pretty shocking sight once you go to vacuum everything up!

3. Use a Lint or Hair Roller

Once you start dealing with a lot of hair, you’ll wish there was an easy method for cleaning all of it. Well, if you’re looking for a handy tool that was made to clean small areas, the best solutions are to use a lint roller or hair roller.

Lint rollers are a good idea to start with because you may already have some around the house (a lint brush works just fine too). However, to get the best results for the fuzz in your car upholstery, you should buy a pet hair roller. These rollers are perfect for getting unwanted animal fur off everything from leather seats to your favorite clothes. Plus, unlike lint rollers, hair rollers won’t force you to constantly replace the sticky tape.

Long story short? Before your next road trip or ride to the dog park with your fuzzy friend, you may want to throw the roller into your glove box! And if more of your drives are taking you to the vet, you should definitely consider a pet health discount plan.

4. Invest in Seat Covers

The best way to clean loose animal hair from your seats is to keep the fuzz from getting there in the first place. If you’re serious about keeping fuzz off the surface of your seats, you need to buy seat covers.

​In fact, seat covers are arguably the best solution if your animal is going on frequent rides with you. In addition to keeping fur from the actual seats, these covers are easy to remove and clean. Not only that, there are even specialized covers made with animal owners in mind.

Speaking of investments, don’t just focus on your seats! Part of the reason you are doing this is to keep your beloved companion with you wherever you go. Since your pet is so important, consider keeping your furry family member safe and investing in insurance. As for what pet insurance is, it’s a health plan that can protect your furbaby if something unexpected happens like an injury or illness.

5. Use Fabric Softener and Paper Towels

Your fabric softener probably doesn’t make too many trips outside of your laundry room. However, two tablespoons of fluid fabric softener mixed with water in a spray bottle make for a fine way to fix your animal hair problem.

To begin, just spray your water/fabric softener mixture onto some paper towels. Next, all you have to do is wipe the affected area with a towel.

While this solution is simple, it’s important to make sure the softener won’t stain your seat before you start using it. Also, you may still have excess you need to vacuum up after the fabric softener dries. On the bright side, your automobile will smell better than ever the next time you drive.

6. Prevent Pet Hair from Getting in the Car

All these tips can help remove unwanted animal hair from your car, but you’re always better off preventing that fuzz from getting in your vehicle in the first place. You can achieve better prevention with a few easy steps.

The best way to do this is to frequently groom your pets. This reduces how much fur they shed in your vehicle. To save money, work on improving your grooming skills so you don’t have to take your furbaby to a professional groomer.

As we outlined above, you should definitely get seat covers if your pet is frequently riding in your vehicle. Through frequent grooming and added cover protection, you can keep your seats safe.

Cover Your Pet and Car with the Right Online Insurance

Now you know how to remove animal hair, but do you know who can help you protect both your pet and your vehicle with the right insurance?

Here at Freeway Insurance, we are happy to offer your pet and your car the protection they need. There are great reasons to get pet insurance and car insurance, so get started with a competitive quote online. Alternatively, if you’d like to work through an agent, come visit us at a local office near you or give us a call at (800) 777-5620 for a quote.

[oldmanbayou]

Bringing home a shy cat

So continuing the story of the new cat. He came home with us on Friday evening. To prepare for a shy cat, it is ideal to set aside a space that can serve as the cat's headquarters for a while. By a while, I mean likely several weeks, possibly even months. The space should be cozy, but NOT cluttered. I see a lot of advice saying the cat should have plenty of places to hide. I don't entirely agree with this advice. The cat will be perfectly happy hiding all day and will continue doing so given the opportunity. If your goal is to have a kitty that does NOT hide all day, you should close off any potential spots where this cat might wish to hide. However, the cat SHOULD have a small, enclosed space where it feels comfortable and safe. That space should be easily accessible by you, the human. So not under the bed or under the couch, which is bound to be the cat’s preference, but if you have a small closet in the room that you can completely clear out for a while and stick a cat bed or some blankets inside for the cat to sleep on and food/water. The room the cat is housed in should have a DOOR that is kept closed and the cat should not be allowed to leave until you’re confident he is fully comfortable with you and his environment. 

DAY 0

We weren’t given a lot of notice about this cat and didn’t have a ton of time to put thought or care into preparing a space for him. But we cleaned up all the clutter a bedroom that serves as our office, removed anything he could potentially hurt himself on or hide in, and also removed any stuffed toys and linens near the floor that would be difficult to clean if on the off chance he starts spraying, as some cats may do when acclimating to a new home (it’s much more common with cats that haven’t been spayed/neutered but I’d prefer not to find out the hard way if this dude is the spraying type). Storage in my house isn’t great and we badly need our office closet, which was fully stuffed to the brim especially after clearing things out for the cat, but there’s this awkward cubby hole area in the room that we decided to set him up in. I found a cat bed in the basement that my cats rejected a while ago and placed it in the cubby. There are also some shelves that make the cubby feel a little more enclosed and closet-like. 

DAY 1

The cat came home Friday evening and was of course scared to death. Shaking with fear. He was skinny as a rail, so my primary concern above all else was getting him to eat. 

I set the carrier down in his cubby, facing the wall. I sat on the side of the carrier and opened the door. Then I went to my desk and did some work quietly on my computer in the room. I didn’t want to leave him alone but also didn’t want to overwhelm him with my company.

To my surprise, he actually left his carrier after only a few minutes. He explored the room for a few seconds and then immediately tried to open the closet door to hide in the closet....

I forgot some cats know how to open doors...Bad oversight on my part. 

Unfortunately the closet door is a cheap accordion style door and there really is no way to lock it or tie it shut...I did my best to pile heavy things around the outside of the closet to prevent him from getting his paws under the door and opening it...

The cat hid under his bed in his cubby. I decided to sit next to him and force affection on him. Not everyone would advise this. I would. The cat needs to learn right away that you are not a threat--there’s no time to play games. 

When taming an unsocialized cat, it’s important to fully open to the idea of getting scratched or bitten and being ok with it. You ARE going to get scratched and bitten. So just accept the fact and deal with it. If you’re scared of getting an infection over a  cat scratch and don’t think a little bit of alcohol and neosporin will do the job, then don’t try to tame an unsocialized cat. If you are ok with it, then you won’t be fearful of it. The cat should not sense fear. 

When approaching an unsocialized cat, try not to tower over the cat. Try your best to be at eye level with them. If kneeling and sitting on the floor with the cat is too uncomfortable for you, then try to set up Kitty Headquarters on top of a table. 

It’s also important to not tense up around the unsocialized cat. If they sense you’re fearful, then they will feel fearful. 

Unsocialized cats often don’t like to be spoken to, so if the cat gets agitated when you speak, then stop talking to it for the time being. 

I have trouble with this other important tip I’m about to lay here: Don’t “shush” the cat because “shhhhh” sounds like “hissssssss”. 

When petting an unsocialized cat, avoid the temptation to pet them from above. So petting on top of the head is not a great first impression. Instead, try a sideways pet on their cheek or shoulder or on the side of their chest, and with the back of your hand. 

Other tips - Don’t make any sudden movements. Move very slowly and gently. 

Don’t make eye contact with the cat until the cat is at a point where it’s making eye contact with you that is not the aggressive or fearful sort of eye contact. If your eyes accidentally meet, quickly look down. At the stage where the cat trusts you, make eye contact, but not with wide eyes and slowly blink. That tells the cat you’re cool. 

Anyway, what I’m getting at is the cat was hissing and growling at me and I just ignored him. I pet him, and kept petting him until he chilled the fuck out. See, if you let the cat trainee hiss at you and you obey the hiss and back off, as common advice would tell, that reaction indicates to the cat that his badass hissing worked -- the predator went away! So he will keep doing it as long as you keep backing off. If the cat trainee is hissing at you and you insist on gently stroking the cat instead, it tells the cat that you’re not intimidated by him and you’re NOT out to hurt him. If you try this and it turns out the cat is actively trying to murder you in response, then yeah, maybe go with common advice and back off for a bit. But there comes a point where you have to try and I think that should be earlier than later. If the cat does try to murder you, try your very best to not overreact or let on that you are hurt or upset. Just casually and slowly back away and give the cat its space while. If a cat bites you, it’s instinctive to immediately pull away, but that reaction only incites the cat to grip harder and your pulling away is bound to rip your flesh. If you just let him bite you and don’t budge or respond, the cat will release you and with any luck, your wound will likely just be a couple of tiny teeth marks that will heal up nice and clean in no time. 

Eventually, I got the cat to eat. Not a lot, but some. He seems encouraged to eat if I stroke him slowly and repeatedly from cheek down his ribcage. That specific stroke. 

DAY 2

I spent the first half of the morning trying to find the cat as he had appeared vanished overnight. It turned out he found his way into the closet again and was stuffed in some tiny crevice. I dug him out and attempted to shut the closet via a hook screwed into a wall and tied some rubberbands around the knob as tight as I could get it. It could open about an inch if you really tried, but would quickly slam shut. The cat tried getting back in but seemed to have no luck. So instead he squeezed himself in a crevice behind a flatscreen computer monitor. 

It was apparent that I had gone wrong with his subpar cubby closet hideaway. It wasn’t hidey enough for him and he didn’t feel safe. I dug around the house and decided to sacrifice a shark cat cave from Huffy that he favors on and off, and it happened to be an off period for him. The cat appreciated the cave, and I think it’s kind of perfect because it has a dorsal fin on top, making it easy to grab and move the cat around without freaking the cat out too much. 

I spent most of the day with the cat, just petting him and trying to get him to eat. I got him eat on and off, but he would not eat unless I was sitting next to him stroking him. By the end of the day, he seemed relatively content and was mostly done hating me.

We also gave him a name. He is now called Nermal, after one of my cats when I was little who looks almost identical him. (Nermal of course was named after Nermal in Garfield.) 

DAY 3

He made a lot progress and seemed almost like a happy cat! He stopped shaking with fear, He ate most of his food overnight without me, which was a surprise. I gave him a catnip toy, which he loved. He mostly stopped hissing at me. He still didn’t like coming out of his cave, but he let me cart him around the room in the shark cave. 

However, at some point in the afternoon while I was trying to give him a break from me, he managed to get into the closet again. I dug him out and made the executive decision to clear out the closet for him so he stops this nonsense and I don’t have to worry about him getting trapped in there anymore. I don’t have anywhere to put any of this stuff but that’s just how it’s has to be. 

DAY 4

For some reason, he seems to have taken a step backward today. He won’t eat unless I’ve been petting him again. He hisses at me, although he does calm down pretty quickly when I start petting him and remembers that I’m not evil. I don’t know. I’m trying. I’ve had things to catch up on and did not spend almost every waking minute with him yesterday and today as I had his first two days here. He needs to meet Grimey today as we both have to work in the office all day tomorrow and that could very well set him backwards even more with a strange man being in here all day and people talking on Zoom calls.  

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@castielslittledove - i have an idea for the amazing baby scarab miniseries <3

how about some of Harrow’s men found out about y/n after spying on her for a while and then kidnap her as revenge to get to Marc for what he did to Harrow and when they find her they’re really mad and since Jake is the most violent of them all he takes control and kills everyone ti make sure y/n wouldn’t be in harms way ever again? it could be a angsty at the beginning and fluffy at the end (sorry if this was too long!)

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A/N : i tried my best, kinda rushed and short

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : pls read the tw

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, violence, child abandonment, weapons, abduction, needles. let me know if i missed anything

~~~

last night while steven was making dinner, you hadn’t expected evie to call you, the only reason she did was because she was complaining that you weren’t working yesterday.

and to say that she wants to watch ducks with you at the cafe.

a simple conversation, really.

and now it was the next day, you were off work again and the guys were our moon knighting or whatever they do.

and now you were back at your place.

you were bored, as in hanging your head off the couch to feel the blood rush to your head bored.

khonshu couldn’t entertain you, not that you wanted him to since you still wanted to beat his ass for turning you into a cat yesterday.

you were now watching your favorite show, when you heard the lock click and your ears ring.

‘something’s wrong’

you, marc, jake, and steven all had a special knock, to let each other know that it’s them coming in, but there wasn’t any sort of knock this time.

your eyes widen as the lock clicks again, and the doorknob turns.

you quickly get off the couch and hide behind the door, so that when whoever opens it won’t see you.

you hold your breath as the door slowly creaks open, and you stay planted behind it.

you sense four people, and you’re guessing that they are all men much bigger than you.

you can smell the cigarette smoke and axe body spray.

curse your heightened senses right about now.

you hear heavy footsteps come into your apartment, and see three of the four men start looking around inside.

you bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noise, and you take deep shallow breaths.

you’re lucky you got shoes on, because if you have to make a run for it, it’ll be easier and more efficient.

the man still at the door moves, and you panic when you see him looking right at you from the crack in the door.

he slams it behind him, making you completely open for a hit, but you duck before he can grab you.

the other three men make their way back in the room, and you take a fighting stance ready to defend yourself.

“careful, he wouldn’t want her injured” one of them says, making you confused.

you see one of the guys start coming towards you so you attach a web to the ceiling and swing yourself to kick him back, falling into the counter and hitting his head.

the other three were shocked, but still all came at you at once.

the one closest to you throws a punch, and you catch his fist in your hand and push him back, then you proceed to shoot a web at one of the other men who was about to hit you.

you were busy with these two, failing to notice the guy behind you and by the time you did it was too late.

he grabbed you from behind, holding you in a choke hold, and you feel a sharp prick in your neck.

“you put up quite a fight” the man holding you says cockily as you feel your breathing slow down, and you feel your knees buckle from beneath you.

you try to say something back, but all that comes out is a wheeze and a cough from being choked.

“don’t fight it, we’ll be there soon”

so many thoughts were running through your head, where were these guys taking you? what did they want?

you feel lightheaded and try to fight the urge to close your eyes the best you can, but you ultimately fail.

the last thing you saw was the man from your dream standing in front of you.

and then, nothing.

~~~

marc was the one fronting when they all got home, only half expecting you to be at their place.

you weren’t, and they didn’t think anything of it since it was pretty late, it being almost 9.

marc sighed as the suit faded off of him, as he cleaned off his dirtied hands in the kitchen sink.

“hey, khonshu do you mind going and checking on y/n?” marc asks, and a nod comes from khonshu.

he just wanted to make sure you were okay, and sleeping well.

khonshu suddenly rushed back, and marc turns to him confused while drying his hands.

“what is it? is she okay?” marc asks tensely.

“she’s not there” khonshu uncharacteristically stammers over his words. “you.. you have to see for yourself” he fazes through the walls again.

marc unintentionally ignores steven and jakes worried murmurs, rushing out the door and slamming it shut before running down the hallway and unlocking your door as quick as he can.

he stops once he sees the scene.

your couch was pushed a couple feet away from where it usually was, the pillows scattered on the floor.

the small plants you had lined up on the windowsill, under half of them knocked down with the soil all over the floor.

marc takes a shaky breath, walking in slowly and almost feels like fainting when he sees blood on the ground under your counter, silently praying it wasn’t yours.

“i don’t know how long she’s been gone, but i have a feeling i know where she may be” khonshu cuts in softly.

marc looks at him in hope. “well it’s better than nothing” the suit once again envelopes his body, the glowing white eyes glaring out the window.

“lead the way, khonshu”

~~~

you woke up slowly, and it took all you could to open your eyes.

it was pitch black, but you could sense people near you.

you try to move your arms, but they don’t move considering that they are tied down to the arms of the chair you’re sat in.

you feel something covering your wrists too, so that even if you wanted to you couldn’t shoot webs out of them.

your breathing quickens out of panic as you struggle in the chair you’re in, now feeling that your ankles are also tied to the legs of it.

you then hold your breath as you hear the door click open, and a light switch turn on, making you squint up at the bright light.

a different man comes in, a more calm presence compared to the huge men that took you.

you tense you’re jaw and feel your eyes tear up, but you fight the urge to actually cry.

the man pulls up a chair and sits down in front of you.

“hello, y/n” he starts, not expecting to receive an answer.

you don’t answer, but he keeps talking. “i’m guessing that you don’t know why you’re here”

you nod slowly, refusing to talk.

the man purses his lips and nods, pushing up his sleeves, and you notice a tattoo on his forearm.

it was a scale, it was what marc was looking for when he first met you.

he told you all he could, and they were the bad guys, basically.

“well, your father has passed away and-“ he gets cut off by you chuckling quietly.

“if you think i care that my dad is dead then you’re mistaken” you start, gaining confidence. 

“i don’t know why i’m here, but if it has anything to do with my father then you’ve wasted your time” you grit out at him, but all he does is smile at you.

“oh, we don’t care about that.” he shakes his head. “we just need you to continue your fathers work” he continues to smile at you.

“no”

“i’m sorry, y/f/n harrow, but you don’t really have much of a choice” he keeps smiling while you sit there confused.

“harrow..” you mutter to yourself, remembering what marc and steven told you about the man.

arthur harrow, the man that released ammit. 

you scoff. “my last name is y/l/n” you inform the man, and to that he chuckles.

“ah, victoria y/l/n” the man sighs, looking up at the ceiling and then back to you.

“you don’t know the whole story do you?” he asks rhetorically.

“i know that my parents left me in the street the day i was born” you glare at him.

still smiling at you, he shakes his head. “no” he starts.

“victoria, your mother, she grew tired of your fathers need to release ammit” he clears his throat.

“and once he told her he wanted to drag you- her firstborn- into it she tried to leave him” 

“but of course he didn’t let her, not without you anyways.” he waves his hand around.

“when she gave birth to you, she left. without a trace.” you take deep breaths, refusing to believe this man.

“she tried her hardest to get away, but arthur was faster. it was either her or you, and i bet you can tell who she chose”

your eyes teared up to the point that you couldn’t stop the one tear that fell.

“she gave her life for you, and she didn’t even know if you’d be found in time to live longer than a few hours”

“and thank god you did” he finishes, getting up and grabbing something off a table behind you.

“you’re lying” you grit out, shaking your head slowly but jittery.

“oh i can assure you that i’m not, besides don’t you see him trying to reach out to you?” you turn your head back to see a whole tray willed with all types of needles, knives, anything sharp really and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“what are you doing?” you ask quickly, your voice shaking.

“oh don’t worry, i’m just taking some blood since you clearly don’t believe anything i just said” he scoffs, bringing the needle towards you.

“i’ll bring back the dna test when joey is done with you” he chuckles, rubbing the needle up and down your arm.

you struggle again against the ropes holding you down, but freeze again when the man lifts up your sleeve so that your forearm is showing.

“no- please don’t- stop!” you jerk away from his every time the needle gets close to your skin.

“stay still or i’ll slit your throat” he snarls into your ear, and he holds your arm down, jamming the needle into it, making you cry out.

you couldn’t watch as the blood was suctioned out of you into the syringe, but you had to once he yanked it out.

“now, i’ll be back” he smiles at you one last time before another guy walks in, coming up beside the guy that just took your blood.

“do what you want, just don’t kill her, he said he wanted her alive” he looks back to you. “a few cuts and scrapes will be no big deal” he waves his hand, pocketing the syringe and leaving.

you stare at the floor, praying that this guy isn’t actually going to do anything to you, and like always you’re proved wrong.

the guy walks behind you to the tray of sharp objects and you let another tear drop into your lap.

you’re breathing quickens as you hear footsteps coming back to you.

“hey, man you don’t have to do this” you nervously smile at him. “i- i have money- i’ll give you anything just please don’t-“ you get cut off by the sudden knife to your throat.

“you’re going to listen to me very carefully” he says quietly.

“every sound you make, is a letter i carve into your skin, for it?” you don’t move or say anything in fear of him actually pressing the knife deeper into your neck.

“i said, got it?” he yanks on your hair as hard as he can which makes you nod.

he lets go of your hair, knife off of your throat but still in hand, and you squeeze your eyes shut once you see his hand ball up into a fist.

it took a second to register the pain in your cheek, and it took everything you had not to make any sort of noise.

“hm. surprising, but don’t get your hopes up, you won’t last long” he chuckles, punching you hard in the stomach, and of course you cried out unintentionally.

your head shot up to the man, who had a grin on his face, and he turned to the arm that hadn’t been touched yet, turning it over so that your palm was face up.

“no no no no- please” you let another tear fall, but all you get is the man laughing in return.

“don’t scream too loud, you might wake the dead” he continues chuckling, pressing the knife into your skin while you let out a wail of pain.

“NO STOP- DON’T DO THIS PLEASE” you could get any more words out after that, all that was heard was your screams and sobs.

the first letter was an ‘h’. and you could only imagine what he was going to carve into you next.

you hoped it wouldn’t get to that point, but not everything goes your way, now does it?

~~~

it took longer than expected for moon knight and khonshu to find you, but as long as they did they would try their absolute hardest to get you back home safe.

jake was in control at the moment, since marc and steven were too out of mind to function properly.

jake knew how to ignore that feeling and get through what he needed to.

he landed on the roof of a dirty old warehouse, peeking over the side and seeing two men outside the main doors.

cursing to himself, he gets back up and is alarmed to see another guy on the roof, facing right at him.

he had a dark red suit on, the helmet having little horns on it.

jake pulled the crescent blades off his chest, preparing for a sudden attack, but the guy put his hands up in surrender.

“you’re here for y/n, aren’t you?” the man in red asks.

“what’s it to you?” jake shoots back, making the man in red scoff.

“listen, i’m here to help you.” he tells the moon knight. “i made a promise, and i’d like to keep it” he says and jake sighs.

“fine” he starts. “but if you turn out to be lying i’ll kill you”

“fair”

“now where’s the fastest way into this place?”

~~~

only a half an hour had passed and there were already five letters carved into your arm.

‘h’

‘a’

‘r’

‘r’

‘o’

we’re the letters.

the taste and smell of blood made you feel like throwing up, but another sound and another round of screaming would rip up your throat even more.

it wasn’t just the carvings in your skin that were your injuries, it was also the hits you’ve taken.

your nose was purple, bleeding from both of your nostrils, bruises littered all over cheeks and a bleeding cut on your forehead.

the blood coming from your nose dripped down your chin, falling with the million tears you’ve shed.

the salty liquid stung the bruises on your cheeks, but it also washed away the blood.

“one more” the man spits onto the ground. “one more and then we are going to to the same to the other arm”

you don’t say anything, knowing he’d finish what he started.

“what? no more snarky insults?” the man hold the bloodied knife to your face, right under your eye.

you take a few shaky breaths, shaking your head.

the man huffs and pokes your bottom lip with the sharp tool.

“i wonder how loud you’d scream if i cut out your tongue” he says casually, and you regret the gasp you let out.

“there it is” he chuckles, digging the sharp edge of the knife into your arm once again, and this time you only let out raspy sobs.

‘w’ the word was finished

he looks you dead in the eye. “to remind you what you are” he spat, throwing the knife aside.

the guy who took your blood then came in with a few papers in his hands.

“yoo-hoo! i have the results” he says chirpily. you glare at him as he waves off the man who just beat you senseless.

“aw, i’m sorry dear i didn’t know he’d actually leave you on the brink of death” he winces.

“anywho, these are further proof that what i told you is correct” he shoves the paper in your face, revealing that you are in fact, blood related to arthur harrow.

“no..” you choke out, shaking your head, your eyes darting around the room.

“yes” he takes the papers back, crumpling them up and tossing them aside.

“now, he’d like to meet you, so wait here” he begins to leave.

“but he’s dead” you rasp out, the man stopping and turning to you.

“he is.” he starts. “we had a human sacrifice and now he’s possessing the body” he turns to leave again and you feel sick to your stomach.

‘human sacrifice..?’

harrows followers would gladly sacrifice themselves to bring him back, even if its possession of a dead body.

the door opens again, and a sickly looking guy walks in and gasps.

“it’s really her” a voice says, not possibly the same one this dead guy could’ve had.

“i told her i’d find you” he sits down in the chair in front of you and you tense and look away.

he sighs. “look at me, y/n” he says, and you only do it in fear of getting cut again if you don’t.

he smiles at you. “don’t be scared, i just want to talk with you” you still don’t say anything.

he sighs again. “you know, i really loved your mother” he suddenly says and you look at him in shock.

“it was so hard for me to watch the life flash out of her eyes” he shakes his head solemnly and you begin to get angry.

“go to hell” to grit out and harrow laughs.

“oh, y/n. i’m already there” the smile faded from his face as a clatter is heard from outside the room.

you hear a man yell and hope that steven, marc, and jake had found you.

“MARC! STEVEN!” you yell as loud as you can, harrow shooting his eyes to you in a panic.

“no, you don’t need them” he shakes his head and you struggle against the ropes again.

“JAKE!” was the last thing you could get out before you were hit in the face by the guy from before.

“stay quiet, or i’ll send you home in a body bag” he points at you and everyone in the room rushes out, but not before harrow gives one last nod to you before the body drops in front of you.

you stayed quiet out of fear, hoping it was in fact moon knight out there.

you hear the door open once again, and you shoot your eyes to it in terror.

a man in a dark red suit starts coming towards you slowly.

you struggle again, but don’t say anything.

“shh, it’s okay i’m getting you out of here” he holds his arms out towards you and feels for your arms.

“moon knight is out there getting rid off them” he assures you and you nod.

he takes a dagger out of one of the holsters on his thigh and quickly cuts through all the ropes.

he slips the dagger back in the holster and helps you up carefully, leading you out of the room and around the edges of the building to the exit.

it was all a blur. you knew it was jake fighting all those guys, you’d recognize that rage anywhere. 

right before you two make it out, you unwrap the things around your wrists and slowly line up your hand with a light above where all the bad guys are.

you use all the energy left in you to shoot that web at it, and once it sticks you yank it down, all the bad guys getting squished under it while jake got out of the way in time.

the man in red had an arm around your shoulder, while jake rushed over to you.

“oh my god, are you okay?” he takes your face in his hands and you stare at the glowing eyes in shock.

you notice how the suit changed, steven fronting out of panic, the mask coming off.

“oh lord, what did they do to you” he pulls you into a gentle hug, stroking the back of your head while you just stare straight ahead.

“let’s get out of here, i-“

“if you need a place to lay low, i’d be more than happy to let you guys stay in my hotel room” the man in red offers.

steven nods at him. “if you don’t mind”

“only if you don’t mind company” the man says, and you just stand there with your eyes closed.

“let’s get going then” steven nods at the man, and the rest of the trip was another blur.

~~~

you ended up back at the hotel room the red guy was talking about, steven still carrying you since you didn’t respond to anything.

you snapped out of it, and saw two familiar faces.

“lawyers” is all you say, pointing at the two sitting next to each other on the couch opposite to you and steven.

“that’s right” steven says quietly. “will you let me clean you up now?” he asks and you give him a confused face.

“you didn’t let me earlier” he answers for you.

“how long have we been here?” you ask him.

steven sighs and looks down. “almost an hour. you were just staring into space, you wouldn’t answer to anything” he says quickly.

“oh.. m’ sorry” you shake your head.

“don’t apologize, come on” steven gets up and you do too, following him to the bathroom.

you audibly gasp when you see yourself in the mirror. “i didn’t know it was this bad” you shake your head, turning away from the mirror.

steven sighs shakily and nods for you to hop up on the counter. “woah, you actually want me to sit on a counter?” you chuckle to yourself, using humor to distract from the pain.

steven looks at you worriedly as you push yourself up on the counter. “are you feeling alright?” he asks quietly.

“yep” you sigh. “can you do me a favor?” you ask and steven nods.

“just forget about that.. for now at least.. or forever i- i mean that’d be nice” you chuckle again.

steven smiles sadly at you. “i can do that.. just…. if you need us we’re here” you nod at him.

“marc’s going to take the body now, is that okay?” steven asks you carefully while you nod with a tight lipped smile.

the first thing marc does when he fronts is take your face into his hands, pressing his forehead to yours.

“i’m so glad you’re okay” he says, and you put your hands over his.

he doesn’t say anything else, he just yanks the hand towel off the hook and runs cold water over it.

he could barely look at you. it broke his heart seeing you like this, and he felt it was kind of his fault.

he should’ve checked in with you, he should’ve been there.

but he wasn’t.

and nothing could change that.

“how was your day?” you ask out of nowhere as marc brings the towel up to your face.

“you know, before the whole..” you wave your arm around.

“it’s was fine” he says stiffly and you give him a look as he wipes the blood away from your nose.

“just forget about it” you snap at him unintentionally. “just.. please don’t treat me like some.. some little kid, i’m fine i’m just a little banged up” you shrug, marc still wiping the blood away.

“this is a little more than ‘banged up’, kid” he offers a shaky smile.

“just say the first thing that comes to mind when you think of me” you say and marc responds immediately.

“pop tart thief”

you snort, and that makes marc let out a chuckle as well.

“see, this isn’t so bad” you shrug.

marc rolls his eyes and loves the towel down to your arm, to where he looks right back up at you.

“..apparently it’s to remind me of who i really am” you say dramatically.

“i’m lucky it only takes up a tiny part of my arm, so the scars shouldn’t be too visible” you tell marc.

“what are you, some kind of scar expert?”

“yeah, it’s an elective” 

“you’re not even in school right now”

“…”

you and marc share a short laugh before he starts cleaning it off.

“you’re sure you don’t want to talk about it?” he asks.

you nod in confidence. “i’m sure” 

marc nods and continues cleaning you up, and by the time he’s done, you’re tired.

and by tired i mean exhausted. why wouldn’t you be?

you were leaning against marc, legs wrapped around his waist as you were still sat on the counter.

“come on, let’s get you to bed” marc lifts you up effortlessly, taking you back to the living area where only matt remains.

“can i stay with you?” you murmur, hanging onto marc as if your life depends on it.

“of course” he responds, carefully sitting down back where he was before, looking to matt.

“thank you for letting us stay” marc thanks him, and gets a smile from the blind man.

“anytime” 

marc then thinks for a second. “why are you here?” he asks matt.

he points to you, who was already fast asleep while still hanging onto marc.

“why?”

matt sighs. “i made a promise to someone” he starts. “i needed to find her to make sure i kept it” he says.

marc nods in understanding, pressing a light kiss to the side of your head.

“you don’t have to stay up” marc says tiredly.

“you sure?” matt says, moving to get up with the stick he was holding.

marc nods. 

“goodnight then, glad you’re both okay” matt starts waking slowly towards one of the rooms.

“you too” marc mutters.

matt left the room completely, leaving marc to stuff his face into your hair and breath in shakily.

he couldn’t sleep that night. none of them could. well, they assumed jake wasn’t but they didn’t know because he wouldn’t respond to them.

steven and marc agreed to try and keep everything normal, like this never happened because you were okay. 

you were okay. you were fine.

you would be perfect as long as you had your dads.

marc, jake, and steven.

~~~

A/N : omfg sorry i made it so dark it just kinda happened. also sorry it’s late, i was out boating today.

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[lovekz]

love for rose (2)

synopsis ~  when ran needed time alone, he’d go to a vacant spot at the top of roppongi, where he grew up. what he didn’t know, was another person knew about it as well.

model!ran x artist!reader

you were freaking. the fuck. out.

you had quite literally no idea the respectful man you met last night with that wonderful sandwich was ran haitani.

at all.

when it registered in your mind, you ran to your best friend’s studio and paced up and down while rambling.

mitsuya sighed, dropping the pencil he was previously using to sketch and looking up at you.

“you have money?” mitsuya asked, leaning back into his seat with a frustrated hand coursing though his hair.

you paused, looking at him with confused eyes.

“not.. really. why?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“you’re going to make a dent in my fucking floor, n/n.” mitsuya said, pointing to said floor.

you looked down, and sighed, plopping onto the couch hakkai was damn near passed out on.

he groaned, pushing his hair out of his face to look up at you with annoyed and tired eyes.

“you guys don’t get it! he’s actually ran fucking haitani.” you exclaimed, slapping the couch to emphasize.

“s’nothing. i work with him sometimes.” hakkai said, lifting you off him so he could turn over onto his back.

mitsuya hummed in agreement, looking back down at the item he was working on for someone’s photo shoot.

“besides. what’s so bad about him?” mitsuya asked, looking up at you for a split second.

you sighed in annoyance. “he’s a fucking charmer. he goes for any and every girl he meets.” you said, looking at the two.

“guys too.” hakkai said, looking at you from behind his phone.

you groaned, flicking the back of his phone so it fell on his face with a quiet thud.

“i’ll just avoid him. that’s all.” you said, shaking your head.

mitsuya rolled his eyes, checking the time and chuckling.

“then you might wanna leave now. he’s coming to get measured in 10.” mitsuya said, getting up and grabbing a bottle, spraying both you and hakkai.

it was clearly water with how he carelessly sprayed you like you were a cat.

you got up, sticking the middle finger up at him and grabbing your things as quick as possible.

“ah. you’re early. i’m assuming luna let you right up?” mitsuya said, his voice switching up ever so slightly.

“yeah sorry. kinda drove too fast.” the familiar voice chuckled lightly, making you pause in your footsteps.

it was him. he was here.

ran walked towards the coat rack and hung up his sweater, placing his bag right next to it.

“you didn’t tell me it was a public show.” ran joked, looking at you and hakkai with a friendly grin.

the same one he gave you last night.

“i was uhm.. just leaving.” you said quickly, looking towards mitsuya who was standing with his hands on his hips.

ran looked at you, a little shocked to see you in the studio he was usually getting his clothes from.

“rose. hey.” ran smiled, a pink blush dusting over his ears.

you waved slightly, starting to head down to the main part of the building. 

“wait.” ran called from behind you, making you (almost) immediately stop in your tracks to face him.

“can we talk?” ran asked, suddenly standing from his seat.

all eyes were on the two of you, making you feel the slightest bit nervous. you nodded, and mitsuya gestured for hakkai to follow.

when you were alone, ran put his hands in his pockets, staying quiet.

“when were you going to tell me?” you asked, crossing your arms in a defensive way.

ran sighed, leaning back against the wall.

“i don’t know i just- i look up to you. i love your art.” ran said, pointing his phone towards you.

his lock screen was digital art that you had personally commissioned to someone. what was his name...

random.. rango... rin.. rindou.

“i personally commissioned that to someone else long time ago. how’d you get it?” you asked, crossing your arm with a small glare.

ran blinked a bit, before laughing nervously. you tapped your foot. you were losing patience quickly.

“i might’ve uh.. made my brother order for me.” ran said, chewing on his thumb slightly.

you couldn’t believe he was a fan for so long.

“i’m sorry but.. it’s not everyday someone as well known as me meets their idol that doesn’t fan over them.” ran said, looking at you.

he had a good point. since he was so well known, he had to resort to multiple hoodies and sunglasses, masks on occasion.

so when he met you last night and you treated him like any other human, he got a bit too excited.

you sighed, shaking your head. “make it up to me.” you said, fixing your stance and relaxing the muscles on your face.

“alice in borderland.” ran said, snapping his fingers with a grin. you raised your eyebrow, partially confused.

“what?” you asked, trying to think of something that you knew related with the sentence.

“it’s a show my brother wants to watch with me, but he’ll survive.” ran explained, laughing quietly.

you nodded, checking the time and chewing on your lip.

“how about 5?” you asked, tilting your head.

he checked the time on his watch. it was only 3:15 on the afternoon.

“you’ve got a deal. I’ll pick you up.” ran grinned, flicking your forehead before turning to get mitsuya from eavesdropping waiting.

~

you sat on the phone with mitsuya, only in your bra and panties with your arms crossed in annoyance.

you didn’t have a outfit to put on to go to ran’s house, and mitsuya couldn’t help you decide.

you didn’t think this far ahead at all.

“how did you go from wanting to ghost him to stressing over a outfit?” mitsuya asked, highly confused.

you groaned, tossing yet another outfit onto your bed. “that’s besides the point!” you exclaimed, looking back at your phone.

mitsuya chuckled, starting to pay more attention to you. you went back into your closet to look at outfits.

“if you’re only going to watch a movie, that outfit with the crocs i got you for your birthday would look good.” mitsuya said, pointing towards your bed.

you peaked out your closet following his hands. but all you really saw was the bunch of clothes you had scattered on the bed.

“what?” you asked, turning back in the closet to pull out the white crocs mitsuya got you for your birthday.

they were designed with your initials at the side, the jibbitz being anime related and some just being for jokes.

mitsuya sighed quietly, muttering something along the lines of not knowing why he puts up with you.

“the demon slayer shirt and the grey polo sweats.” mitsuya said.

you picked up the outfit and looked in the mirror, tilting your head and nodding to yourself lightly.

“okay i like. i like a lot.” you said, turning a bit. mitsuya laughed quietly, your phone dinging three times.

you picked it up, seeing messages start to pile in from ran.

ran <3 im hereee for youuu but im coming to the door i have a surprise for you ;)

your eyes widened as you looked at your figure. you weren’t even dressed a bit!

you tossed your phone and started to slide on your clothes, picking up your socks and running to the front door.

you swung the door open and seen ran waiting at the door, holding a bouquet of pink and purple flowers.

your eyes widened, as you took it from his hands in pure shock. he actually bought you flowers.

“zinnias and violets. they stand for respect and affection.” ran said with a short smile, not taking his eyes off your shirt.

you nodded with a soft smile, walking into your kitchen and filling up a vase your mother got you.

“you watch demon slayer?” ran asked, pulling at your shirt lightly.

you nodded with a smile, putting the flowers into the vase. “love the show.” you replied, putting the vase down and facing him.

“me too.” ran said, lifting his phone to show off the muichiro phone case he had.

your eyes widened as you took it from his hand with a soft smile. 

“where’d you get this from? i’ve wanted something like this for forever.” you said, spinning his phone slightly.

ran laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “i got it custom made.” ran said, watching his phone in your hands.

“you can have it. i have others.” ran lied, gesturing to the phone case.

it was the only one he had, and muichiro was quite literally, his favorite character out of the series.

but he could make an exception for you.

just what were you doing to his heart?

~ tagsss ~ @a-cosmicdawn @reiners-milkbiddies 

[icollectyoursins]

Jotaro Relationship Head Canons SFW

Because I’m a self indulgent little shit and just love to ignore all of the work I have to do, have some Jotaro head canons. I am but a humble simp, and love this man. So much.

Update as of writing this. Somehow, it got very angsty, so... yeah. Sad man vibes. Also rambly. I just kinda kept going.

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

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WARNINGS: None, just angst, but nothing too serious.

Word Count: 2,985

Jotaro’s type is... I mean, it depends, like most people. I don’t think he’s super picky over appearances or things like that, it’s more whether or not he gets along with you and how long he can put up with you.  He’s polite (well, as polite as he can be) and courteous, but probably a little more apathetic when you’ve first met. Once you’ve been around for a while he’s more relaxed and almost a little more critical. Mostly because you’re his friend now and he expects more from his friends.

While I was writing this I sort of realized that he could be aromantic. Maybe it’s just my own aro tendencies coming through, but I thought it sort of lined up with his personality. Or at least from my experience with romantic attraction.

Eventually, though, he’ll admit he cares about you a little more than he cares about others. It comes through in little almost compliments. “You did good. Keep it up” or “good job, dealing with this” are common phrases that sound nice on the surface, but it almost feels like he’s trying to pressure you to do more, which is far from the truth.  

If it’s not awkward compliments like that, it’s awkward gifts. Always something you had briefly mentioned wanting or stared at a minute longer than you usually do, wrapped in a paper that’s your favourite colour or pattern. Sometimes, though, it’s something you’ve never mentioned that he somehow guessed would be something you wanted.

At the same time, though, he’s oblivious or at least acts like he is. There may be times when he goes home after you said something exceptionally sweet to him or that just means so much and he’ll just take a moment sitting at his desk to mull over what you said.

    With a grunt, Jotaro rolled back into the armchair with a cup of tea in one hand and today’s newspaper in the other, since he didn’t get to read it this morning. It’s late with the sun almost completely set, giving his room an orange hue. He tries reading the first column, something about a cat being saved from a sewer grate, but after about a minute, he catches himself drifting away, sort of staring blankly at the paper.

    He blinks hard, taking a long sip from his coffee. He must be tired. Another attempt is made at reading, this time the comics. They’re not his favourite thing, but short enough that he can focus on them. Or so he thought.

    He zones out again, face suddenly feeling very hot.

    He was thinking about you. Or, rather what you said.

    It was something so simple, so mundane.

    You had been talking about family together, exchanging drama, if you will, and he had brought up how his father had left his mother when he was very young. It didn’t bother him, he had said, after all, it was years ago and if he was being honest, he didn’t really need a father. Then, you gave him this look. It wasn’t pity or something like that. You put your hand on his knee, staring deep into his eyes.

    “Jotaro,” you said, voice soft and sweet. You struggled to say the next words, opening your mouth, sighing, then finally: “I’m not leaving you.”

    “Why would you be leaving?” He said, confused, taking it literally. Or, he pretended to be confused. It had made his heart warm with affection.

    What Jotaro hadn’t noticed at that moment was that his eyes seemed to gloss over with wet tears while talking about his father. He wasn’t over it, you understood that. How could he be? He was so young then, he probably didn’t understand what was happening or why and now that he’s a father himself, there had to be so much guilt about being the same way. It was only now that he was realizing how much you had an effect on him.

    It didn’t make him sad, by any means but... loved. He’ll say thank you tomorrow with a gift or some flowers. He hadn’t planned on meeting you for the rest of the week because he was busy, but work could wait, right? Yeah. Tomorrow.

God, it would take so long for him to get you to move in together. He’s so used to living on his own that I think he’s a little self-conscious about it. He’s not a slob by any means, but certainly a bachelor. I mean, he lived (assumedly) on his own from probably around or earlier than DiU right up until Stone Free, so it’s been a while and he’s certainly comfortable with his mess of clothes lying on the floor in the corner, but you won’t be. He cleans up before people come over, obviously, but how many times did he actually invite someone in?

When you start staying around more, he starts cleaning more, which makes him a little frustrated both coming to terms with liking someone enough that he’s actively cleaning for them once a week and also discovering that he’s a lot more gross than he thought. You would not believe how stained the counter was from coffee or how gross the filter was on the coffee maker. He takes his coffee very seriously. You begin to notice how clean everything is, well, how consistently clean everything is and it even starts to smell nicer, more floral and fresh. He bought a lavender air freshener. “It’s supposed to be calming,” he’ll say with a hint of annoyance. It’s not a bad smell to him, better than vanilla air fresheners, but it does give him a headache when he first sprays his place. You seem to like it though, so he’s willing to put up with it.

I honestly believe this man can cook, but nervous when cooking for other people. His food when he was a bachelor was good enough for him and I’m sure Holly would have shown him a lot too, but it’s not the best food. He definitely steps up his game when you’re over and even more so when you move in. He’s better with dishes that have pasta or noodles because it’s easy, but he’s not too bad behind the grill either.

When you guys finally live together, he tries to keep the cooking even, with you cooking some days and him doing the rest, but I honestly feel like unless you are a hazard in the kitchen, you would do most of it.

Jotaro would be like that with most things around the house partly because he doesn’t want you to do all the work if you don’t want to but he enjoys having a little more time to himself to either do work or... yeah, it’s just work. There are a few things that he’ll never make you do because it’s either too hard or he’s built up a routine of doing that thing a certain way and he’s convinced no one else will do it right. Like his laundry. He won’t let anyone else clean his clothes. He tried once and nothing dried right, he swears that his jacket is still damp to this day. You can fold his stuff or hang it up, but he’s running the washing machine and dryer. Also picky about how his office is cleaned.

If you asked and gave a legitimate reason for not doing a certain chore, he’ll do it, but be prepared with an excuse as to why you can’t wash the dishes or fold the laundry. He’s especially resistant if he’s working whether that be gathering information for the Speedwagon Foundation or editing his latest Marine Biology book.

Actually, can we just talk about how much this man hates folding laundry? It’s so pointless to him. Why fold it and put it into neat little piles when you’re just gonna rummage through the drawer and mess everything up? Sure, it looks nice, I guess, but not for long. He was for sure a floordrobe kind of guy, especially in his early years. He knows which ones are clean, it’s fine, just leave it. Of course, he would get better the longer you’re at his place, but still. It’s not that he’s lazy, he’s just busy and putting clothes away takes way too fucking long. (which, honestly, agreed.)

Date nights with Jotaro are... rare. I mean, you live with him, why would he want to go out and pay for something when he could do the same thing at home? They’re nice, of course, but it’s more common for him to take you out to dinner while you guys are on vacation or in a location other than home, because he doesn’t feel like cooking and it’s more special when you’re supposed to go out. Eventually, it clicks in that you are supposed to make each other feel special and will surprise you with an expensive dinner or a short cruise. If you suggest the aquarium he’ll think you’re just saying that because he’s into aquatic wildlife, but honestly doesn’t put up much of a fight and will answer any questions you or anyone else has about the fish.

He does enjoy a good relaxing movie (or documentary) night at home, though. It’s so nice to finally be finished work, settle into your super comfy couch and just chill until he gets tired. Even better when you’re lying on top of him with your head just under his chin. There’s something so soothing about smelling your perfume, shampoo, conditioner, cologne, etc. To just smell you so close to him and feel your weight. Aaah. So nice.

    The microwave beeps faintly from the kitchen signalling that popcorn was done. You trailed out soon after, tossing the bowl to mix around the butter. You smile sweetly at him, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on Jotaro’s lips before settling into his lap, nestling your head just under his while stretching out your legs. His arm instinctively moves from the back of the couch to drape over your back, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

    He sighs; relaxed, finally. He allows himself to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment, just basking in your comfort. When he opens his eyes, he pulls you closer to him, feeling your heart beat almost in time with his. It was moments like these that eased his panic of losing you. You were here in his arms, safe and sound and vice versa. He was safe in yours.

Yeah, he’s a little angsty. But, can you blame him? He’s getting better, though. With help, of course. With you being around so often (and being very adamant that you’re not going anywhere) he’s able to let go a little. He’s not perfect, by a long shot and progress is slow, but it’s the little things like these that makes you proud of how far he’s come.

PDA is common, but a little restricted. When you’re out together, Jotaro’ll always have his hand on your back or shoulder. Hand-holding isn’t really a thing for him, but he will make sure you know he’s there. He’ll kiss you in public, but it’s not nearly as intimate or special as when you’re at home. Still, it’s a sweet reminder that he loves you, seeing as words of affection aren’t really his thing.

I mean, he can express himself just fine, but he still gets a little nervous saying things like ‘I love you.’ It’s more along the lines of ‘I care about you.’ Or, well. “of course, I care about you. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Which... thanks. I think.

Kissing him is so nice, so you’re not too mad about him doing that instead of words. When Jotaro kisses you it’s full of a mix of emotions. Mostly caring, but on his rough days, there’s something else there. It could be worry or whatever the emotional equivalent of never letting you go is. You can always tell that he wants it to last a little bit longer. There’s something in the sad look in his eyes when he or you has to pull away. Sometimes he’s overly gentle like he’ll break you somehow, especially if you’re not a stand user or fighting-inclined (whether physical or otherwise). It’s not patronizing, or at least he tries not to be patronizing, he just prefers you safe.

    It started out simple enough. You and Jotaro were just sitting at the table, eating dinner when he got this... sinking sort of feeling. There was something in the silence between you that just sent his mind spiralling. Thoughts of you someday dying too soon for whatever reason or leaving him because he’s not there enough, stand users, car crashes, divorce. They all started to flood into his mind, fabricating that you would somehow be taken away from him.

    “Jotaro? Are you okay?” Your voice rings through; a bright light breaking the storm. He’s been staring at his plate for a while now, his eyes are dry and itchy. He looks at you and tries to say something, but the words don’t come. Is he okay?

    You stand up and walk over to him, cupping his face gently. You rub the dark circles under his eyes while kissing his forehead. Jotaro slowly wraps his arms around you, letting his face fall into your hands. You’re pulled into his lap after a few minutes, running your fingers through his hair next. Finally, he sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

    “Thank you,” he mumbles and though you’re not quite sure why, you still say a quiet you’re welcome, silently soothing him through whatever happened.

If you couldn’t tell, he needs a lot of reassurance. Not so much words, but actions like the snippet above. I mean, he can be as strong as he wants but we all know he’s got some baggage and while he’s able to put it aside, for the most part, I think when you’re at home he’s just a little more vulnerable.

Now, onto happier things! If you like coffee or tea, he will always make you a cup in the morning. Jotaro is a very early riser except on the weekends, so he usually gets that done while reading or watching the news and when you come down, he’ll ask if you want breakfast then make it for you seeing as he’s more awake.

He loves coffee. So much. He might have a caffeine addiction, honestly. At all times of every day, you can see him with a black coffee in hand and a book or phone in the other. He will switch to decaf at some point, but you might have to switch it for him. He’s forgetful when he gets busy.

Sleeping in on the weekends is like heaven for him. The two nights (or more on holidays) that he gets a full nights rest, breakfast in bed and a warm soul to cuddle into. He’s usually big spoon with a hand just resting on your side, but please, for the love of god make him the little spoon once a week. Will never admit it or vocalize wanting it. He just grabs your hand and drapes it over him with a “good night” and then promptly passes out.

He’s a heavy sleeper but doesn’t sleep often. Once he’s out, there is nothing that could wake him up except the fire alarm or something like that. It just takes a while. Not because of trauma, but more just internal clock is delayed.

Not a bath guy, strictly showers ‘cause they’re quicker. Most of the time he’s in and out before you can invite him into yours. When you do he’s “reluctant” but showers with you are a favourite of his. He gets his hair washed for him (if he bends down), he can wash you. It’s great.

I don’t think he would want more kids. He’s getting older, busier and just doesn’t think he has the time to care for a baby, even with help. Plus, if they were anything like Joylne or god forbid him when he was younger, he might start greying sooner than he thought. Joylne is a great kid, but... she’s definitely got some of his defiance in him. One kid is fine.

He doesn’t really like pets either, hates when there’s fur on all the furniture. But, if you came home with a stray cat or two, he’s not gonna put up a fight if you say they’re not going to the pound. “Just as long as you take care of them yourself.”

You got him a betta fish once because Jotaro. Fish. Makes sense. He thought it was a little pointless at first. You can’t pet them or play fetch (not like he does those things anyway). All a fish does is sit there and look pretty. You were a little disappointed, but whatever, you’ll take care of it. Then he comes home one day with a 30-gallon tank, freshwater plants and fancy lighting to help them grow which he quietly sets up in the living room. He spent at least a half-hour deciding on where to put it.

A week later, after he’s pleased with how it looks and the tank has been cycled he puts in an order for more fish then lets your betta acclimate to the tank. “There, he’ll be happier in here. The idea of bettas not enjoying or panicking in larger tanks is a myth. He won’t be alone for long anyway. He also won’t kill everything in the tank.” Well, he hopes he won’t, each fish is different. Thankfully, the small school of tetras get along with your betta just fine. From then on, he’s in there once a week, cleaning everything, trimming the overgrowth. It is officially his tank.

[imerdwarf]

Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

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Hi I love your writing and say you wanted a peter vday request! I have one how about a vday scavenger hunt type of thing that instead of peter setting it up it's reader for peter! And like at the end it will come down to two choices one leads to her and the other leads to still being friends. Fluffy!

Scavenger Hunt

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You shouted across the hallway before tackling Peter in a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Peter happily hugged you back. “I have something to give you.”

“I do too.” You grinned nervously. “But I have to go first.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he put the valentine in his back pocket.

“Okay, so you know how you have a huge crush on me?” You began.

“What? No I don’t.” He stammered. “That’s crazy. That’s…yeah, why?”

“Well I like you too.” You confessed, making his breath hitch in his throat.

“You do?” He asked as his eyes went wide.

“Yeah.” You said like it was obvious. “But I can’t date someone who can’t be honest about their feelings. So I’m gonna need you to prove to me that you really want to be with me.”

“I do. I really, really do.” He promised. “How can I prove that to you?”

“By going on this scavenger hunt.” You explained as you handed him a red envelope. “If you follow all the steps correctly, you’ll find me at the end. And then I’m yours, Peter. All yours.”

“Okay.” Peter followed along. “What if I mess up?”

“Then we stay friends and pretend this never happened.” You said simply.

“No.” Peter shook his head as he stared at the envelope. “That’s not happening. I’m gonna win this. I’ll find you at the end and give you your Valentine.”

“I hope you do.” You answered honestly. “You have until sunset. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.” Peter promised. You smiled softly at him before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Then I’ll see you later.” You winked at him before walking away. As soon as you were gone, Peter opened the envelope to read the first clue.

“You’ll find clue one where we first met. You remembered my name when I thought you’d forget.”

“Science lab!” Peter blurted, earning looks from passing students. He cleared his throat as his cheeks flushed, giving them a small smile. He stuffed the envelope in his pocket and rushed to the third floor science lab.

You had first met there when you sat next to him on the first day of school. You sat there again the following week, introducing yourself as if you were meeting for the first time. You had assumed he’d forgetting your name over the weekend, laughing shyly when he told you he remembered it.

Peter opened the door to the lab and saw another red envelope sitting on the back table. He walked over to it and opened it up, hands shaking with anticipation. There was a heart shaped lolly pop sitting next to it, which he unwrapped and popped in his mouth.

“Roses are red, violets are blue. Check your locket for clue number two.”

Peter bolted out of the lab, knocking into a few students as he ran to his locker. He fumbled with the lock before ultimately pulling it off with his super strength. He opened the locker and saw a red envelope taped to the door with his name on it. It was scented like your perfume, as if you sprayed it on there.

“You found me! So here’s clue number three. What’s a little honey without the bee?”

“She’s too cute.” Peter mumbled it himself as he shut his locker. He practically skipped down the hallway as he made his way outside, quickly located the tree you used to sit under to eat your lunch. You stopped sitting there when a bee stung you on your hand, but you had a fond memory of Peter sucking the stinger out.

Peter saw a red envelope taped to the tree and took it, ripping it open to read what was inside. Other than the card, there was a small package of his favorite candy. He began to munch on them as he read the clue.

“Look at you, you found clue four. Schools almost over, so check your front door.”

Peter let out a groan, knowing he had two more periods before he could go home. His leg bounced in anticipation during his classes, shooting out of his seat the second the final bell rang.

Peter ran all the way home but when he got to his apartment, he didn’t see an envelope. He checked both sides of the door and found nothing. He slumped in defeat on the couch, assuming you changed your mind.

“Hey, Peter.” May greeted as she walked into the room. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “I was expecting something.”

“Oh, was it a letter?” May asked, making his perk up. “I found this taped to the door when I got-“

“That’s mine!” Peter shouted in excitement as he took the envelope from May. He tore it open and pulled out the card inside. A Polaroid of you and him fell out, and he quickly picked it up. It was a picture of you biting his cheek while he laughed, one of his favorite pictures.

“I hope the wait for clue five built your anticipation. Clue number six can be found at the train station.”

“I gotta go.” Peter hastily grabbed his bag and went for the door.

“Where are you going?” May called after him, but he was already gone. He swung to the nearest train station and found Ned with a bouquet of roses.

“Ned?” Peter panted once he landed. “What are you doing here?”

“First, these are for you.” Ned handed Peter the flowers. “And so is this.”

Peter took the flowers with a smile before accepting the envelope.

“Clues will be getting harder, so I hope you enjoy the roses. Clue seven is with the models and all their dumb poses.”

“Models?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Ned in confusion.

“Hey man, I’m just the messenger.” Ned shrugged. “She got me a box of chocolates for helping out.

“I think I have an idea.” Peter said as he remembered something. “But if I’m wrong, then we stay friends.”

“You better hope you’re not wrong then.” Ned said, and Peter agreed.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll see you later, man. Hopefully with my girlfriend.”

Peter swung back to Delmars and went inside, going straight to the magazine section. You once stood in front of the magazines with him, flipping through to see who could find the most ridiculous poses the models were in and then doing them. He remembered making you laugh when he mimicked a particularly flexible pose, so he hoped that’s what the clue was alluding to. Peter scanned the magazine section for the red envelope, jumping a little when the store cat jumped on top of the rack. Peter did a double take when he saw you had taped the envelope to the cat, shaking his head at your antics. He carefully removed the tape and looked at the clue inside.

“Our times in Delmars are some of the best I’ve ever had. Now for clue eight, you’ll need someone who’s bad.”

Peter tilted his head in confusion until he flipped the card over, seeing that you wrote, “really, really bad.”

The wheels in his brain started turning and he remembered the song you played him the night you got your drivers license.

“Bad.” He mumbled to himself. “The Michael Jackson song?”

He turned the card over again and suddenly, it clicked.

Bad. Michael Jackson. MJ.

“Thanks for the help.” Peter pet the cat before noticing a wrapped sandwich on the counter with his name written on it. He smiled at the gesture, finally realizing he was starving. He unwrapped it, taking note that it was his usual order, and took a bite. He continued eating it as he went to find MJ.

He hoped she was in he usual spot, perched under the bleachers with a pile of books. Peter nervously checked the time, seeing that he only had two hours until sunset. You said he had to find you before then, and he was worried time was running out. MJ could be anywhere and she wasn’t a fan of answering her phone. He could only hope you allowed time specifically for hunting MJ down.

After checking the local library and realizing he had no idea where MJ lived, Peter felt stuck. He spun around in circles in the middle of the street, unsure of where to go next. The sun would be setting soon and he had no idea how many more clues he needed.

“Hey loser.” MJ appeared out of nowhere with a small smile. “Need some help?”

“MJ?” Peter wondered as he approached her. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“You’ve been spinning in a circle outside my apartment building for the past ten minutes whining my name.” She said flatly. “I figured I should come out.”

“You live here?” Peter asked as he looked up at the building. He realized that he had been there before with you, and must have walked there from muscle memory.

“Yep.” She sounded bored. “Do you want your envelope or not?”

“I do.” He nodded eagerly. “Do you know how many are left?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” MJ yawned as he handed him the envelope. “Oh, and she wanted me to give you this.”

Peter looked up at MJ handed him a watch he recognized.

“My Uncle Ben’s watch?” He asked as he took it from her. “Where did you get this?”

“Like I just said.” MJ said sarcastically. “She wanted me to give it to you.”

“It’s ticking.” He realized with a smile. “It hasn’t worked in years.”

“Yeah, well.” MJ shrugged. “She got it to work. Happy Valentine’s Day or whatever.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, MJ.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “Thank you.”

“Whatever.” She mumbled as he opened the envelope.

“As your watch will show you, time is almost out. For the last clue, you’ll find me at the best place to shout.”

“Best place to shout?” Peter wondered out loud. “Where’s the best place to shout?”

“Well, I would say a protest, but her hopeless romantic ass would probably say something like a rooftop or concert.”

“There are no concerts in the area.” Peter thought hard. “She must mean a rooftop, right? Because when you love someone, you want to shout it from the rooftops.”

“I don’t know.” MJ sighed. “This is the last time I help straight people with anything.”

“I think I know where she is.” Peter decided. “I better hurry. The sun is gonna set soon.”

“Does it look like I’m stopping you?” MJ mumbled as Peter ran away. Once he was out of sight, he swung towards your apartment building and landed on the roof.

You were standing on the roof, next to a small table and chairs. Red candles and pink hearts were on the table, a perfect Valentine’s Day date. Peter walked towards you and put the roses you’d given him in the empty vase before taking in your beauty. You were in a silly red dress with the sun setting behind you.

“You found me.” You smiled softly, gazing at him with pride.

“I did.” He smiled as well as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I followed all your clues.”

“I really thought the Michael Jackson would throw you.” You teased as you stepped closed to him.

“Nothing was gonna throw me.” He said confidently. “I was too determined.”

“I see.” You pulled your lip between your teeth. “Did you like your gifts?”

“Of course I did.” He told you. “This is the best one, though. But the sandwich was a nice touch.”

“I thought you’d like that.” You chuckled.

“Can I give you my Valentine now?” Peter asked, reaching for it in his back pocket.

“Oh, yeah.” You remembered. “Of course.”

Peter handed you heart cut out of red construction paper with glitter and stickers on it. You chuckled at his craftsman’s and slowly opened it up, sequins falling off as you did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to the most beautiful, creative, and amazing girl I know. You make everyday feel like Valentine’s Day. Ps, I like you. I really, really like you. Love, Peter.” You read out loud, looking up at him in awe. He has a shy blush on his cheeks as you finished reading.

“It’s funny.” You chuckled as you set the card on the table. “You wrote “love Peter” at the end of it.”

“What’s funny about that?” Peter wondered.

“I do.” You smiled shyly. “I do love Peter.”

“I love you too.” Peter grinned before pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting your red lipstick all over his face. He didn’t mind it, though. He was too happy to mind it. When you pulled away, he pulled your chair out for you so you could sit down at the table. There was sparkly cider already in your glasses and a cupcake on each of your plates.

“Thank you for a perfect Valentine’s Day.” He said as he held up his glass. “I can honestly say this has been the greatest day of my life.”

“Me too, Petey.” You smiled as you clinked your glass against his. “Me too.”

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Going Live

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis: You're an intern for the FBI but double as a camgirl in your spare time. You thought you kept things pretty well under wraps but who knew one of your mentors watched you all along. 

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v action (remember to wrap it), face fucking, use of sex toys, tiny bit of degrading

a/n: writing this in the setting of season 10/11 because spencer looks so damn good and i wanted to include my girl tara

also part 2 of more than physics should be up later today! hope you enjoy -🧞‍♀️

You had been a paid intern for the FBI for about a year, paid being said lightly. But the job was definitely worth it. While being under the wing of the BAU you had not only learned so much about your hopefully future profession, but you had made a family with the team. Especially under the wing of Tara Lewis, she had been there for a little while but you looked up to her work and she was more than happy to offer advice and a good wine night.

The team knew you had a second job on the side but weren’t exactly sure what it was, just that you worked from home. They respected your personal life enough to stay out of it, however that didn’t stop Rossi from offering you a little extra because “that's what uncles are supposed to do”. You would always wave him off and say you could handle yourself, because you could. 

You thoroughly enjoyed working. The money and gifts were obviously a big reward but there was always something so exciting about being on camera. Maybe it was how risque it was, being exposed for thousands to see. Or the fact that many were pleasuring themselves to the sight of you.

It was Friday night and you were getting your setup ready. You already had your outfit and glam on. Someone had sent you a set from your wishlist, lilac lace hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all your assets and boosting your confidence. In your hair were the same color streaks you did with a tinting spray. You set the camera and laptop up in front of your bed. Silk sheets and plush pillows behind you where you could rest comfortably before your show started. 

Little did you know across town Spencer Reid was getting ready to tune in to said show. He was never one for tech, having Garcia still hand him paper files and would refuse to upgrade his phone. He had gotten a computer just so he could video chat with doctors quickly about new medicine for his mother. However he quickly found out there was so much more the internet had to offer.

_

He had stumbled across your show one lonely night. Spencer couldn’t see himself going out to find a one night stand so the pleasure of his hand it was. He was looking through videos when he saw the thumbnail with a girl wearing glasses similar to the ones you wear when you forget contacts. His curiosity got the best of him and if he was a cat he’d be one life down. He couldn’t believe the sight on the screen in his lap. 

There you were the bubbly intern, body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you from the pink wand you held over your clit. He was delightfully flustered and the moans spilling from the computer’s speakers weren’t doing much to help.

He was entranced by you writhing in pleasure but was knocked back into reality after hearing you giggle. God he loved when you made that noise in the office, usually after fake flirting with Hotch or hearing about JJ’s boys. But this situation was totally different and if he was honest with himself he was very into it. 

You reached over to grab a large pink dildo. Taking it in your mouth before swiping it through your folds. It easily slipped in and you started rapidly pumping it into you chasing your orgasm. 

Spencer was too enthralled to even think about touching himself. He was using the gift which was his eidetic memory to the best of his ability to make this something he’d never forget. 

You came with a loud moan, hips lifting and grinding against the toy to chase the friction. Quickly you turned off the wand and took the toy out. You sat up and looked into the camera before sucking it off. Spencer's eyes widened as he let out a groan shifting on his bed. 

“Alright guys that was fun for tonight,” you said as you sat criss cross on the bed. “I didn’t think I’d be able to get to five.”

FIVE?? He thought in his head. He felt like he was gonna explode just watching those last few minutes. How was he supposed to last watching you make yourself cum five times. 

“Thank you so much for all the tips and support! My links are all in the description and I’ll see you angels next Friday! Muahh” you signed off blowing the camera a kiss. 

Spencer knew it was wrong of him to view a coworker in such an exposed light but he couldn’t help himself. So he spent the night viewing some of your old videos which brought him to what he swears to be the best orgasm of his life. Of course he sent gracious tips and made sure to buy little items off the wishlist, mentally noting to return every Friday night. Even if it meant hiding in the bathroom from Morgan in their shared hotel room on cases. That was two months ago. 

_

Just as you finished your session the phone rang signaling a case. Quickly you got in the shower and put on comfy business clothes since you usually stayed with Garcia doing extra research and taking notes. You quickly grabbed your bag and keys, making your way straight to the office. 

In the elevator you heard someone calling to keep it open. Spencer made his way in, buttoning his cardigan and adjusting his bag, quickly saying thank you. You pressed the button to the floor as you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking over Spencer was eyeing you with a confused look on his face. You were about to question him when he spoke up first. 

“I thought you had streaks in your hair”

“I did… Earlier tonight but they washed out.” He looked even more confused, then his brain put two and two together. He just realized what he had said. For a genius this wasn’t one of his brightest moments. 

You looked at him amused as a deep blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears. There was only one way someone would know about your quick hair change: by watching your show. The door to the elevator opened and you walked out giggling as he started sputtering apologies behind you. You quickly cut him off. 

“Spence, it's alright. If you want we can talk about this later because right now you have a bad guy to catch. But may I suggest making your name something less obvious, not that I don’t love ‘magiclover187’.” He stood there mouth gaping as you patted his shoulder and walked up to the conference room to meet the rest of the team. 

_

The case was one of the easier ones. Very minimal killing and the team was back by Tuesday morning, ready for a week of paperwork. Spencer had been dancing around you the whole time, he could barely keep eye contact with you and would rush to leave the room if you walked in. If he was this flushed around you with clothes on you could just imagine how much of a mess he would be when he watched you perform. Which brought an idea to your head. 

Friday rolled around and you walked over to his desk where he was nose deep in one of his Russian books. You put your hand in it to bring it down. Once he noticed it was you he was about to start with another ramble of apologies when you stopped him.

“Alright I’m tired of the awkwardness and I want my friend back,” you said with a soft smile. “Why don’t you come over tonight and we can have that talk. I’ll even order a pizza and we can watch Doctor Who.”

“Y/n are you sure? I-I mean it is um uh Friday.. And ya know you usually film,” he said as he played with his tie. 

You giggled at how nervous he was. Poor little genius didn’t know he was the only one with tricks up their sleeve. 

“It’s fine I promise. Just a night with my favorite customer,” you said winking at him. He choked and looked around to see if anyone was looking at his outburst.

“I’m kidding.. Sort of,” you trailed off. “But I mean it about you coming over. I’m going home now but I expect you there in an hour with drinks.”

With that you turned around and walked off, adding a little extra sway to your hips. Obviously that did the trick as you heard a small groan behind you. Spencer dropped his head back as he started wracking his brain to figure out how to live through the night without making a bigger fool of himself or cuming in his pants. 

_

You know maybe you were evil, you thought to yourself as you put on the finishing touches to your outfit for the night. Once you got home you sped into the shower to freshen up for him to come over and get your setup ready. You were wearing a cream colored strappy bodysuit. Over it was a large cardigan, almost resembling the maroon one he owned, strange. To top it off you were wearing your glasses and your legs were adorned with your favorite thigh high socks. 

The three knocks on the door instantly made a smirk appear on your face. This might just be one of your best schemes yet. Looking through the peephole you saw Spencer gnawing on his bottom lip holding a few bottles of soda. Taking a deep breath you opened the door greeting him with all the casualty in the world. 

“Hey! I’m glad you came, come in.”

He followed you in and tried to keep his eyes above your neck, trying to act like he wasn’t getting completely hard by just your outfit.  You sat down on your couch and patted it for him to sit next to you. He took the seat and gulped not really sure what you had planned. 

“Um how long for the pizza to get here?” 

“The pizza’s not coming Spence,” you said shaking your head. “But you are.”

You leaned forward to place your hand on his on the couch. “I want you to fuck me on camera Spencer,” you said with sweet confidence, fluttering your lashes. His eyes kept flashing between your cleavage showing through the cardigan and your lips before finally landing on your eyes. He didn’t see a single hint of humor in them, nothing transparent but lust. 

He pulled his hand from under yours to place in your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss. You pushed back on his chest a bit to try and get some air. 

“Save that magic for the show,” you said as you pulled him up to lead to your bedroom. 

The camera was set at a little bit of a lower angle. The audience would just be able to see you and at most Spencer’s chest. You had made sure it was fine and even turned it on as a test so he could see what he looked like. After you got everything out of the way you hit the button to go live and instantly people started flooding in. If the bulge in his pants told you anything, it was that he was excited to be on the other side of the screen this time. 

“Hello my angels!” you said into the camera, Spencer was taken back at what was going on. After months of lusting over the young intern he was finally seeing the show in person. 

“Today I have a special guest with me. My very good friend, the Doctor,” you took his hand to pull him into frame. “He’s very excited to be here,” you said, hand moving down to palm him through his pants. 

His hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, making you look up at him. Huh. This was a new Spencer you wouldn’t mind seeing more often.

“Let's not play games princess. Or else the only thing making you cum tonight are your pathetic little fingers. Am I clear?”

You shivered at the intensity of his voice instantly trying to nod the best you could within his grip. He let go and you went back to task at hand, undoing his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. He was long and pink. Precum already spilling out of the pretty tip, you couldn’t wait to have him in your mouth, among other places. You wasted no time in licking a broad stripe along a vein under it. His hand went to grab a handful of your hair giving it a testing tug as a warning to stop teasing. 

Your hand went to grip what couldn’t fit in your mouth but you tried your best to take him all in. You could hear the pings of tips and comments being said. Spencer could too and leaned over slightly to read them. 

“Face fuck her,” he murmured. He pulled you off of his cock and looked down into your eyes, “Is that what you want princess? Hm.” His thumb went to clean up the spit dripping down your chin before rubbing your lips. “You want me to fuck your face?”, he said in a condescendingly sweet voice. 

“Yes Doctor please! Fuck my throat.” 

“Good girl.”

Both his hands made their place nested in your hair, guiding you to his cock. He wasted no time in being brutal. Tears were leaking down your cheeks as he kept on hitting the back of your throat. Spencer was enjoying himself to the fullest letting out curses and praises at how good your mouth felt. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and you could feel it too as he started to throb in your mouth. He then pulled you off, a trail of spit connected from your lips and his cock. 

“Such a dirty whore for me. Show everyone how messy I make you,” he took your head and made you turn to look in the camera. Comments pinged talking about how pretty you looked with mascara running and smudged lipstick. 

“Thank them and ask if you deserve to cum on my cock,” Who knew Spencer had this in him. But you were loving every second of it and put on your best pair of puppy dog eyes to beg the camera for Spencer to split you in half. And you had no shame in doing so. 

“Please let the Doctor fuck me. I’ve been such a good girl for you guys,” you pleaded into the camera. The audience was pleased with your begging as they said you deserved it for being so good. 

Spencer took his time in unbuttoning the cardigan you had on, teasingly rubbing your arms as he slipped it off. His hands then went to the bodice of it, groping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric. 

“Ah shit doctor, please fuck me already.”

Who was he to deny you of such a thing when you asked so nicely. He pushed you back down on the silk sheets. Pulling you by your thighs to the end of the bed where he moved the thong of the bodysuit to the side and slid his cock up your folds. Lubricating it in your juices before slipping right in. You both gasped at the intrusion, his hands grabbing your hips with a force sure to leave bruises. He used the leverage to set a brutal pace, ramming his cock into you. 

Your ears were ringing from the pleasure but you could hear the constant pings of your tip box and comment section flooding. 

“Shit baby you’re so tight. Perfect little pussy squeezing me so good.” You babled off thank yous and whimpers from being so close to your climax.

 You felt Spencer stop for a second and reach over to grab something. Then you felt it. Your wand set to the highest setting placed on your clit as he started to thrust into you again. Sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room along with the buzzing of the vibrator. You were sure there was going to be a noise complaint notice on your door in the morning. 

You were so close to having the bubble in your stomach burst and so was he. 

“I'm gonna cum Doctor,” you practically yelled. “Please cum inside me!”

“Cmon princess. Let me feel you let go.”

With that the knot broke and you swore you died and went to heaven. Your walls squeezing Spencer led him to his end a little after you. Thrusts faltering and groaning at the feeling of pleasure washing over him. He turned off the wand and put it to the side before slipping out of you. 

Looking into the camera you gasped at your appearance. Hair disheveled and face messy from crying in pleasure multiple times that night. Your mixed release leaking down your thigh and onto the sheets. 

There were non stop pings of people calling Spencer a lucky bastard and asking for him to come back next Friday. Spencer nodded his head over to your bathroom to get you guys something to clean up with and let you do your closing. 

“Thanks for the love tonight angels,” you said with a smile on your face, entirely blissed out. “As always the links are in the description and I’ll see you guys next Friday. Maybe I’ll talk to the Doctor about future appearances. Bye!” 

With that you fell back on your bed and closed your eyes. Your body jolted at a sudden coldness between your thighs. 

“Right sorry,” Spencer whispered.

“So where did that come from?” you looked at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he stated seriously. 

You giggled and took his hand, “Thanks for doing this with me.”

“Of course. Now why don’t you shower while I get us a pizza. For real this time.”

“Or we can shower together then call the pizza.”

He contemplated it before smiling at you, “You always have the best ideas.” 

“Don’t I know it.. Doctor.”

[realcube]

randomly falling asleep with hq!! characters 💤

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you anon for this cute request!

characters: ushijima, tsukishima & yachi 

content warning: swearing, mentions of sexual assault 

thank you to anon for this cute request

wakatoshi ushijima

♡ he shows affection in his own...special way 😊

♡ by that, i mean that if you fall asleep while sitting next to him and he thinks you look cute, he’ll just stare (●__●)

♡ like deadass if he was anyone else, it’d be creepy as hell but he’s your bf so-

♡ he stares bc not only do you look precious, but he doesn’t want to touch you as he’s afraid that he might wake you up

♡ though, if you’re in public (like sitting next to him on the train) he might gently put his arm around your shoulders to make sure that onlookers know that you’re safe with him

♡ also, it only takes one time for him to catch on to your habit of disappearing and falling asleep in the most unconventional places and istg he is the BEST at guessing where you are - it’s a gift

♡ like he’ll arrive home and if you’re not there to immediately greet him with kisses, he’ll take a moment - let him boyfriend senses take over and walk him over to whatever room is giving him ✨(y/n) vibes✨, open the door and there is a 99% chance you are in that room sleeping 

♡ and he probably got it right first guess (which is a pretty big deal considering y’alls house resembles a sims fkn mansion made with motherload money)

♡ he’ll open the door to the storage cupboard to find you sleeping with the mr muscle spray and it’s such a shame bc he was going to be a clown and make a ‘why are you cheating on me?’ joke but you were in REM sleep 🙄

♡ or he’ll walk in to the conservatory and see you laying in the fetal position on the floor and that is the ONLY time he interferes with your sleep bc he doesn’t want you to fuck up your back 🥺

♡ like he has an obsession with your posture - like if you are slouched he will tell you to stand up straight or if you are sitting hunched in a chair, he’ll creep up behind you to start massaging your shoulders while fixing your posture 

♡ not to be rude though- just bc he cares

♡ also, he never questions how you end up falling asleep in the most random of places, he just goes with it 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

ushijima sighed as he hung up his jacket, realising that this was one of those days were you won’t come scurrying to the front door to greet him with kisses and instead he had to hunt through in search of you. although, it wasn’t much of a hunt considering his gut instinct said you’d be in the study room and there you were, cuddled up by the bookshelf. 

however, your back was hunched over in way that didn’t look to comfortable so ushijima thought it was his duty to transport you to somewhere that there was a lot more appropriate and fit for sleeping.

so he gently slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees to slowly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. is efforts may have been in vain though as he noticed one of your lids flutter open out of the corner of his eye, “good afternoon, sweetheart.” he hummed, steadily shifting his hand from your back to the back of your head to tenderly caress your cheek with his thumb as you cuddled into his chest. “are you awake?”

“No.” you groaned.

“Shame, I was going to suggest going out for walk on the beach--”

“I’m awake! Let’s go!” 

kei tsukishima 

♡ he probably calls you lazy but he’s really just jealous of how well you can sleep

♡ coz he just lays in bed till 4AM staring at the ceiling 

♡ i imagine that if you were to fall asleep next to him in a crowded, bustling place - like on a train - he’d take off his headphones and clasp them over your ears so the loud announcements don’t wake you up  

♡ he doesn’t fall asleep on transport btw (not even planes) so don’t worry about missing your stop 

♡ though he’s not usually a fan of PDA, he’ll hold your hand without a second thought to lead you out the train when you’re still recovery from the post-sleep haze because of course he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowds of people or anything

♡ and if you have a cute lil sleepy face then he might take a picture but he’d probably edit the picture with snapchat or something and draw like a moustache on you, put a sarcastic caption or something then send it to you 

♡ (but he’d save an unedited version of the pic bc you’re adorable-)

♡ like tsukki leaves you on delivered most of the time on snapchat bc he believes if you have something important to say, you’ll just message him normally but the rare occasion you do get a snap from him, don’t get your hopes up bc there is a 99% it’s just something like a picture of you with a drawn on crown and the caption ‘sleeping beauty 🙄’ 

♡ ‘so you think i’m a beauty 🥺’

♡ then he leaves you on read

♡ he will not carry you under any circumstances in public btw

♡ and at home, if you were to fall asleep on the couch next to him while y’all were watching a movie, there’s a 50/50 that’d he carry you to bed 

♡ but if he doesn’t take you to bed, he’ll set down a pillow for you on the couch and shift you around so you were laying in a more comfortable position, then drape a blanket over you 

♡ in regards to when he comes back from work, you’re usually already asleep in bed - but there is one time that you were not in the bedroom, and he still teases you for it until this day 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

most of the time, you’re sound asleep in bed by the time gets home but tonight you weren’t - in fact, you were no where to be seen. he had searched everywhere, called your phone multiple time and he looked at your schedule, but it appeared as though you were supposed to home right now - so hours, he was sitting fretfully on the couch, contemplating calling the police.

however, all his distressed pacing really worked up an appetite so he poked his head into the pantry to grab a snack but his soul almost left his body when he noticed you laying on the floor, fast asleep, with the cat curled up in your arms. who he didn’t even noticed was missing lol

usually, he wouldn’t even think of waking you up but the rage and shock that shot through his body resulted in him barking out, “what the fuck?! what are you doing here?! i’ve been looking all over this damn house for you and--”

he was cut off by the cat springing out of your arms from the surprising sharpness of his voice and scurrying off, leaving you confused on the floor on the pantry, half asleep, wondering how you got here and why tsukishima was yelling at you? “hm? what’s wrong, sweetie?” you hummed, rubbing your eyes while tilting your head up to look at his tall, slender figure looming over you in the doorway.

as much as tsukishima wanted to stay mad at you, upon noticing how cute your bedhead was along with how soft your voice was, he quickly realised that there was no way he could continue yelling you. so instead, he scoffed and slowly kneeled down to sit next to you on the floor, looking at you with kind yet concerned eyes as he inquired, “why were you sleeping in the pantry?”

it took you a moment to try and remember but once you did, you blurted out, “oh, berry was having trouble sleeping.” yes your cat is called berry. don’t question it. her full name is strawberry tsukishima shortcake. “so i cuddled with her in her favourite sleeping spot and she slept like a baby. but i guess i did too.” yo chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

tsukishima mentally cursed you out as he was expecting a silly explanation but shit that’s cute. why does he lowkey want to join y’all next time?

hitoka yachi

♡ gsrbtrhryh she gets so flustered and nervous when you fall asleep with her

♡ and she always does tbh bc she has no idea what to do 

♡ like she thinks you look so precious and angelic so she really wants to take a picture and - if she thinks you’d be okay with it - she clicks a photo and probably sets it as her background or posts it on her private story

♡ she is just so head over heels for you tbh that everything you do just astounds her 

♡ she just stares at you like ◉_◉ for half an hour bc you are so beautiful then something inside her just prompts her to lean in and just *mwah* and at first she is quite satisfied bc she has expressed her affection 

♡ but then a few seconds later her soul just leaves her body and guilt just washes over her 

♡  ‘OMG I JUST ASSULTED MY OWN S/O’

♡ she feels horrible 

♡ this close 👌 to calling the police on herself

♡ when you wake up, prepare to be bombarded with her apologies 

♡ once you reassure that it’d fine bc it was just a lil peck on the cheek and she is your girlfriend after all, it brings her the slightest peace of mind

♡ so you peck her cheek while she is asleep to call it evens and that basically fixes it 

♡ but anyway, she is so careful around you when you sleep - like she will literally do the most just to ensure that she doesn’t interrupt your REM sleep

♡ however, that can lead to extremely sticky situations - like the first time you ever fell asleep around her 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

You were on the 5th movie of your barbie movie marathon when she looked over and noticed you had fallen asleep half way through, so she immediately paused it so the noise wouldn’t wake you up. This was the first time she had ever seen you sleep and she felt somewhat flattered that you felt safe enough around her to be vulnerable - even though, yachi never really considered herself to be a rather daunting or intimidating person.

she couldn’t help but just sit and admire you for a few minutes before realising that she should probably transport you to somewhere more comfortable as you were currently sitting next to her on the pink beanbag in her room. and although  it was kinda comfy, the preferable alternative - her bed - was only a few feet away.

so she knew what she had to do.

she hopped to her feet and before she did anything too hasty, she stretched to ensure that she wouldn’t pull a muscle while doing what she was about to try. she inhaled deeply before crouching down - instead of bending over as she remembered what coach ukai had told her, ‘lift with your legs!’ - then snaking her arms under your torso and knees.

then, she sprung back up and immediately rushed over to the bed as even though you weren’t too heavy, she was afraid that if she held you for too long, you’d wake up. so once she reach the foot of her bed, she tossed you on so your neck was being supported by her soft pillow and yanked her duvet over you. 

she gazed lovingly down at your cozy figure laying on her bed and she couldn’t help but smile.

[alaskasmonsters]

Play Fights | Modern Levi Ackerman

requested by @windex-princess-gia​: HI! i absolutely love LOVE “patch-up” and was wondering if you wrote for modern levi? I love the idea of him and his s/o play fighting and being all cute and sweet <3 if you do write something tHANK TOU

pairing: modern!levi ackerman x gn!reader

w.c: 1.642

warning: none

a.n: hii, thank youuu!!! <3 i hope this is what you imagined and i hope you like it!!! i am so sorry it’s so short, i hope it’s still okay. :3

Your eyes drifted to Levi’s form, who was bent over the dishwasher to collect the contents, checking every single piece of tableware for remaining dirt. He never trusted the dishwasher to do its job, hasn’t since the two of you had moved in.

You found it endearing sometimes, his mania for cleaning. Your place was always clean, too, and it was cute when he scolded you for wearing a hoodie again, that he had already deemed ready for the washer (although it was your favorite hoodie and it’s so comfortable and it was just a little bit of dirt).

He would have that face, all emotionless and unblinking and you knew he had to hold back not to hit you on the back of the head for being an idiot. Then he’d force you out of it and instead throw one of his hoodies to your head, knowing that’s what you wanted.

It wasn’t fun however when you wanted cuddles, needed them actually (you were quite needy with physical touch most days) and Levi was rather ogling the plates that actually reached his high expectations of cleanliness with satisfaction, rather than already get it over with it and watch a movie with you, his significant other.

“Levi,” you whined for what felt like the tenth time already.

He barely turned to glance at you, already knowing what you wanted. Seemingly unimpressed he gave you an onceover before turning back to the teacup he was just inspecting.

Losing against the charm of clean tableware, you really should feel threatened at this point.

You let out a groan, falling back on the couch.

“Stop being whiny and help me with the dishes the stupid washer hasn’t done a good job with, if you want cuddles so badly,” Levi scolded and when you sat up again he was just placing the cup he’d been inspecting on the “not good enough” pile, glaring at it as if it had personally offended him.

It was his favorite teacup, one you had given him before you had ever moved in together, to the first birthday he had celebrated with you, and in his opinion the washer never did a good enough job on it.

It might have warmed your heart, but the thought of having to wash already clean dishes to get Levi’s affections, and probably not even doing a better job on it than the dishwasher...you could just hide beneath the blankets.

Instead you got up and made your way to the kitchen sink, because let’s be honest, if Levi did this all alone it would probably take another 20 minutes, with how thoroughly he inspected every piece of tableware and you wanted your cuddles.

You’d risk being scolded for not using enough soap or too much soap, you couldn’t really tell how he decided which one it was, but it didn’t really matter to you.

Levi looked up to give you a smirk, damn well knowing you had no desire to actually help him, that you only did it out of desperation. You stuck out your tongue at him, making him shake his head with a roll of his eyes.

Taking down the faucet sprayer from the attachment, you already eyed the several pieces of tableware with disdain.

“You know, I'm just doing this because I love you,” you teased, playfully shaking the faucet in his direction with a warning glare.

You weren’t sure what Levi would have responded, probably rolled his eyes at you again and told you he loved you too. Either way, his words died on his tongue the moment cold water hit him in the side of the face.

You noticed in horror that you had accidentally brushed the button at the bottom and activated the faucet sprayer, drenching Levi’s hair and upper part of his hoodie with water. He stood there, unmoving, frozen in shock, until he slowly turned to you. His eyes glaring at you with utter annoyance.

The water was trickling down his face and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Combined with the pissed off expression, he reminded you too much of your cat Mustard after you’ve given him the annual bath.

You couldn’t keep in the snort.

Clasping your hand over your mouth you looked at Levi with wide eyes, knowing damn well you were already toeing the line and it wouldn’t be long until he looked for revenge.

“Y/n.”

His voice was dangerously calm and you quickly threw your hands up signaling your surrender, biting your lips, trying to keep the laughter from spilling out.

“It was an accident. My finger slipped!”, you hurried to say, but you couldn’t suppress the giggles escaping your mouth.

Slowly, Levi put down the plate he’d been holding, fully turning your direction, eyeing you like a hunter eyed it’s prey. You froze in anticipation, mind already whirling.

He came towards you faster than you could process and with a squeak you pressed down the button again, spraying Levi once more, hitting him square in the face.

That wasn’t enough to stop his advances and you quickly threw the gadget into the sink and raced to your connected living room, jumping over the couch in your attempt to escape.

Laughing loudly at the top of your lungs, you slipped on the floor, scattering across the room. Levi was right behind you, it wouldn’t be long until he would have caught up to you.

He’s always been much faster than you have, so it was only a matter of time. Still, you always tried anyway. Whenever you and Levi were being silly and goofing around (which occurred quite often, despite him appearing mostly cold and distanced), you were aware that your boyfriend had significant physical advances.

It made it just the more satisfying whenever you were the one to win, if only due to luck.

Levi caught your arm and pulled you back until you stumbled against his chest. Before you could even attempt to wiggle free he bent down to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all.

You huffed dramatically, trashing in his arms as he carried you all the way towards the couch to throw you on top of it and pin you down.

Looking up, you saw the smug look on his face.

“Not fair!” you pouted, but Levi wasn’t done with you, yet.

The only warning you got was a single finger lifted in the air (he pinned both of your wrists down with one arm now) and a little smirk and then you were already squeaking and wiggling beneath his grip.

His finger dug into your side without mercy, dancing across your skin, then pinching again. You giggled and wheezed uncontrollably, helplessly trashing under his weight.

“No! Stop! Levi!” you whined out between laughs, trying to kick out with your legs, but he was sitting on top of them.

He paused for a second and you sunk back into the pillow, gasping for air. Your boyfriend was looking down at you with an eyebrow expectantly raised in the air.

“Pretty please, it was an accident I swear!” you pushed out between gasps, giving him your best puppy look.

He cocked his head to the side, motioned for you to go on.

“I’m sorry i splashed you with water,” you apologized and because the image of his similarity to your cat still lingered at the back of your mind you added, “And that you look like Mustard who’s just gotten a bath.”

Levi snorted.

“Do I now?”

You nodded, grinning up at him.

He scoffed, clearly bemused, if not a little annoyed at you.

There was a moment of peace, where the both of you just looked at each other, then Levi dove down, rubbing his wet hair against your face.

You squeaked at the wetness and tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge, rubbing against you like….well, a cat.

“Ew, Levi,” you laughed, huffing when one of the wet strands almost got into your mouth, “You win, wou win. Mercy.”

He removed himself from you immediately, a cocky half grin on his face as he let go off your wrists.

As soon as your hands were free you pushed against his chest, trying to wipe off the uncomfortable feeling of dampness on your cheeks that Levi had left there.

“Don’t you know I always win, darling?”, he teased, making no move to get off of you.

You rolled your eyes, a sly grin forming on your face as an idea popped into your head.

Before Levi knew what was coming you’d reached out and slung your arms around his neck, pulling him down so he was almost lying on top of you. He had reacted quickly enough, only thanks to his agility so he could catch himself with his arms before actually falling on top of you. Both of them were propped next to your head as he was kneeling between your legs.

He found your eyes, his face devoid of any emotions as he stared at you in complete silence. You chuckled at the sight of that face, your fingers dancing across the shaved hair of his undercut.

“I got you to get on the couch, though,” you explained, giving him a toothy grin, “Haha!”

Levi shook his head, but the soft smile on his face told you he didn’t mind as much as he would like to pretend. After all, your boyfriend liked it when you were cuddling on the couch and watching a movie just as much as you did.

That man was secretly the biggest softie.

“You’re a brat.”, he countered, voice free of annoyance.

You laughed, unashamed, then pulled him down the last inches to connect your lips to his in a short kiss.

“Love you, too.”

[symphonicmetal101]

MC Struggles With Obsessive/Compulsive Behaviour

Ok, just to be clear.

I haven't been diagnosed with anything, which is why I refrain from writing "OCD" in the title. I've always known I'm a perfectionist- please be aware that there are some major differences between OCD and perfectionism, (despite what Youtube videos may say)- however I have had instances in which I have taken it too far and paid the price physically, mentally, and emotionally. Please be aware that these are all very real things that not only myself, but other people go through. I haven't had one of them in a long time, but my current circumstances make me feel like I might soon, so bear with me while I write another self-indulgent thing.

Or don't.🤷‍♀️

TW: compulsive/obsessive behaviour, a little self-deprecation as seasoning👌

Lucifer

At first, he's very happy to see that you are very organized and neat

One less thing for him to worry about

However, one day he walked past your room and saw you organizing your desk

He respected that, and continued on

The next day he passed by around the same time and saw you organizing your desk again

Odd, but perhaps one of his brothers had interfered and interrupted you, meaning you hadn't finished yesterday

It had been five days now, surely you weren't still cleaning your desk??

"MC, if my brothers bother you, you should close the door. Perhaps then you would be able to finish cleaning your desk properly. Unless you would like some direction in time management instead?"

Lucifer glanced behind you. To his surprise, your desk looked immaculate. He then saw your blushing face.

"Ah... well that's very kind of you Lucifer, however I'm afraid it's not an issue of time management or your brothers. Well, sometimes Mammon comes in and moves the pens around, so then I have to start over..."

"Start over?"

"Y-yeah." You explain your process to him, how you completely clear off your desk, to the type of cleaner you use, how many sprays, to how you like to stack your paper, to how you always have to have three paperclips to your right, and how the black pen is always in between the blue and the red.

"And when Mammon moves the pens...you start over?"

"Yeah. I do."

Lucifer has sympathy for you, put also struggles because it seems like a waste of time if he were to do it.

But he doesn't do it, and it seems to make you calm, so instead he buys you proper gloves for cleaning and a few more bottles of your cleaner

Mammon

"Come on MC, I wanna show ya something in my room."

Oh no

Nononono

You could feel yourself panicking a bit. Mammon's room was messy

Not messier than Levi's but still

But he looked really excited, so you reluctantly followed him

"TA-DA!!!"

Oh wow. His room was spotless!

"I-uh, noticed ya only seem to be comfortable in yours or Lucifer's room. It-it took a while for me to figure out why, but...whaddya think? Will it work for ya?"

He smiled at you and you could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"It looks great! You even picked up the water bottles that were by your bed!!"

He instantly became more confident, his smile growing wider and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Of course it looks great! Why wouldn't it?"

You gave him a withering stare

"Uh..yeah. Y'know, if ya had just told me ya didn't like it being so messy I woulda tidied up sooner. J-just make sure ya let me know if it gets too messy again. I want ya to be comfortable in more places than just your room, so my room seemed like a good idea."

His face was incredibly flushed

"Thank you Mammon. It really means a lot.

Levi

You had only been in Levi's room twice

But dear god

You really really really wanted to tidy things up for him

But you also knew what it was like to be very particular and have things "just-so"

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"Hey Levi, can I make you deal?"

He took off one of his headphones to listen

"What's up?"

"This might be kinda weird. Can I take pictures of your stuff so I can reorganize and clean your room? That way if you don't like it, I'll put everything back?"

You could see confusion and slight panic that crossed his features.

"I'm sorry, I know it's weird, you don't have to say yes I-"

"Um, what exactly would you be doing?"

"Uhhh.."

He stopped his game to sit and talk with you for a bit.

"O-ok. Just that shelf is off-limits. And I'll stay in here to let you know if something isn't ok with me."

He watched in awe as you carefully rearranged his figurines by rarity as well as colour.

You crawled under his desk with velcro ties and made all the cords under there much more organized

You rearranged the pillows on his couch so that they were symmetrical on both sides, fluffing them and squishing them as you saw fit.

His manga was pretty organized, so you just straightened out the pile.

You organized his games in alphabetical order

The whole time you had been dusting stuff off as well

"There. That's better....what do you think Levi?"

"WOOOAAHH!!! I love it!! It looks really good MC!"

"Thanks for letting me do that."

"No problem...but w-why did you want to do it?"

You shrugged. "It calms me down? No, that's not quite it....I don't really now. As it is, I need to cut myself off otherwise I'll clean until I can't stand. Mind if I join you for a bit?"

He nods at you and hands you a control. As the game boots up he says, "Y-you're welcome to do that again if you need to...but that shelf is still off-limits."

You nod, grateful for his understanding.

Satan

He said he had a surprise date for you

So you followed him

To the Cat Cafe

Now, you love cats

And you love food

But the two of them together don't sit well with you

But Satan looked so eager and happy that you didn't hesitate much to go inside.

Everything was going really well until Satan asked if you wanted something to eat or drink.

You politely declined his offer, but he insisted on getting you something

You reluctantly chose a hot drink.

But as you watched the worker prepare your drink, you were horrified to see them carry a cat out from behind the counter, and then without washing their hands, snap the lid on your cup.

"Satan..I need to step outside for a bit."

He watched you in mild concern as you walked out the door and he waited for your and his order to be complete

You were pacing outside, trying to calm down.

Why did that upset me? I haven't even touched it yet. Besides, normal people don't usually care about stuff like that. And I can clean it??? Or grab another lid?? Fuck! Why am I like this?

Your train of thought was broken as Satan tapped on your shoulder, concern and curiosity apparent in his eyes.

"Are you alright? I noticed the worker didn't wash their hands after handling the cat, so I grabbed a couple lids on my way out. I was going to put it on for you, but I believe it would be best for all parties if you did it on your own."

You almost started crying as he handed you a paper towel with two lids in it.

"Why are there two?"

"Although it never particularly bothered me, I thought you may have wanted some solidarity. I can understand where you're coming from." He smiled sympathetically at you.

From that day forward, he paid extra attention to things while you were around to make sure you wohld feel comfortable. You two also managed to tackle the daunting task of properly organizing Satan's books so that you could spend more time in his otherwise clean room.

Asmo

"Darling, you look wonderful in that outfit!! And it's so hot outside, it's perfect!! I was just about to head out, do you want to join me?"

"That depends. Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna do a little shopping. There was a cute top on sale at the mall yesterday, I just want to see if it's still there."

You told him you'd be right back.

When you got to your room you threw on a sweater, and then made sure you had your wallet and your phone.

You walked out of your bedroom, checking again, wallet, phone

As you approached Asmo, you checked again. Wallet, phone

"Are you ready to go?" You nodded and followed him out the door.

He made idle gossip with you until he noticed you were looking a little pale

"Oh my goodness, love are you alright? You should take this sweater off, you'll get much too hot!"

"I can't!" You panicked a bit, and he was caught off guard by your reaction.

"I- I'm sorry. But I use the sleeves to open doors and hold bags and stuff. I don't like touching that stuff. Even groceries are hard for me to touch, so I wash the groceries before I put them away when I get home. I enjoy shopping with you though, because you always know what kind of stuff I like just by looking at it, or feeling it for me. It's the same thing I explained before, where it's difficult for me to model the clothes for you until after they've been washed."

"Aww honey, I'm sorry. Next time I'll see if Mammon or Beel can come and help with your bags, m'kay? But you cannot stay in this sweater in weather like this. What about gloves? Would you be ok wearing gloves? I know a place where there's some really cute ones!! And I'll handle the doors for now, ok?"

You took off your sweater and tied it around your waist.

"Huh. I actually do feel a little better....thanks Asmo."

You two laughed lightly as he held open the door for the next shop.

Beel

You had waited for Beel to get out of one of his extracurriculars to walk home with him

You two were planning to eat together

However when you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted with a sink overflowing with dishes, and a sleeping Belphie on the island.

"Oh, uh, before I eat Beel, I'm going to clean that up. You go ahead though."

Belphie piped up, "Just throw what you can in the dishwasher....I'll do the rest later."

Beel looked concerned. "We were late getting home. Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"Oh...uh" you contemplated lying when your stomach gave you away.

"Just eat. I'll take care of the dishes. It's my turn anyways. I'll get to it soon."

"It's not a big deal Belphie, I'll just do them."

"But you're hungry, aren't you? Just eat first? Or did I do something? Is it something I can fix? I can go if it makes you more comfortable-" Beel looked disappointed. Of course it wasn't his fault.

You shook your head. "It's not you. It's me. I just- I don't know- ugh." You felt close to tears.

How the fuck were you supposed to explain yourself?

Beel pulled you into a hug. "Hey, it's ok. You don't have to tell us what's going on, but if you do it'll make it easier for us to help you."

He let go of you enough for you to step back and wipe tears from your eyes.

"I-I don't know what it is! But whenever I know there's something to be done, especially if I can see it, I have to do it before I do anything for myself. That includes eating, getting a glass of water, even going to the bathroom! And if I find another thing to do half way through he first thing, I'll just continue to postpone the thing I need to do for myself until I'm done or I forget about it..."

Silence settled across the kitchen.

"We'll help you do the dishes so it gets done faster, then you have to eat, ok?"

You smile and nod graciously as the twins helped you feel more comfortable

Belphie

"Come cuddle with meeee."

"Belphie, I need to study, please."

Belphie pouted. He was going to cuddle with you one way or another, even if he had to annoy you into it

Only what he didn't realize what he saw as "mildly annoying" was actually triggering for you

So he started messing with the postion of things on your desk.

"Stop it Belphie, I need to study."

"Yeah? Don't let me stop you, I'm just playing with your pen jar."

"But I asked you. To. Stop."

He huffed and put the pen jar down

But then he started to mess with your three pencils you had laid out, smallest to tallest.

"Why do you need three pencils?"

"Because. Now leave them alone."

He grinned.

"Because is hardly an answer and you know it. What would happen if I just took this one?"

"BELPHIE NO!" Your voice sounded between laughter and tears, butbhe figured it was just your way of begging.

"Belphie, please? I need that!"

He just grinned as he shifted into his demon form and passed the pencil to his tail and lazily flicked it back and forth.

Until he saw your face.

"Whatever. Do what you want, I'm done dealing with you." You walked out of your room, angry tears filling your eyes.

"W-wait! Shit! No, come back! I didn't-ugh." He groaned as he picked himself up to go after you, finding you on the outside steps of HOL.

"Hey, why're you crying? It was just a pencil. I put it back."

You pulled your head out of your hands.

"Yeah, but did you put it back right?"

Belphie looked at you perplexed...right? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

"Look, I'm sorry for using that tone with you. It's really hard for me to focus unless I have things a certain way. It may seem ridiculous to you, but that's just how I am. I don't know what causes it, I just know that it's a part of me. I'm working on it, but if I say stop, I need you to stop. Please."

"....okay. I'm sorry."

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