#I think it’s funny that he doesn’t even have pots… like couldn’t be bothered with that effort?…

[bleue-flora]

https://www.tumblr.com/bleue-flora/760094246832357377/canonically-i-am-this-plant-in-the-corner-by-the?source=share

Wait where is this picture from i don’t remember seeing this

As you can see… me and @elmhat are lurking in the corners (it’s so dark I lowered the shadows so we can see elmhat) :)

original -> crank up brightness [clip]

original [clip]

and btw these are from Tommy’s and Tubbo’s povs when they go to slit Dream’s throat in his sleep (obviously without the editing of the plants lol ;D)… [Tommy - Tubbo]

[talaok]

Steve can’t know(Chapter II)

Summary: Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary: After lunch, Steve convinces you to stay away from Eddie, but while skipping class you encounter him again, and as much as you pretend to not be interested in him he seems to have already figured you out.

Content warning: mentions of drug deal and cigarette smoking

Chapter I   Chapter II   Chapter III   Chapter IV  Chapter V    Chapter VI   Chapter VII    Chapter VIII

The rest of lunch was spent in silence, even Dustin, that seemed to always have a lot to say had been quiet. You kept catching Eddie staring at you but pretended not to notice, for both of your sakes.

Eventually, everyone finished their meal, said goodbye to each other, and split up. As you started to head towards your math class you heard someone getting closer to you, predictably, turning around, you saw steve catching up to you."What steve? You want to babysit me a bit more?" You asked annoyed, he was now beside you "Y/N, listen, I just worry. I don't want you hanging out with people like that, especially him" he tried to explain, "Hanging out? I literally just met him! and also, why are you so against him?" you exclaimed, having started to get tired of him overreacting to everything. "Yea, you just met him, but I saw how you looked at him, and more importantly how he looked at you. I mean he was basically undressing you with his eyes! And to answer your question, I'm against him because everyone knows he's a dealer, and to me, that doesn't exactly seem like boyfriend material, especially if we are talking about my little sister" He replied raising his eyebrows as if to say that he was being obvious. You rolled your eyes "He sells some pot, it's not like it's a big deal, Steve. But if it really bothers you that much I'll stay away from him" you reassured him, "Ok thanks. I gotta get to class, but just know that if I see him even looking in your direction I will kill him" he said with a serious tone, getting closer to you. You started giggling "What?!" He asked you annoyed and a bit offended "I'm sorry Steve, as much as I appreciate your attempt at being scary I still find it really funny" you made fun of him "He seemed pretty scared to me in the cafeteria" he replied sassily "Yea, sure, keep dreaming buddy"You sarcastically said patting his shoulder while starting to head towards your class.

You arrived in front of the classroom, but just before entering you froze. With everything that had happened at lunch and that talk with Steve you just had, did you really want to spend the next two hours listening to Mr. Harris rambling about math? You came to the most obvious conclusion and decided that spending some time by yourself sounded great. You checked behind you to make sure Steve wasn't still following you and that there weren't any teachers, and as soon as you were sure you started walking to your usual spot behind the bleachers of the football field.

The air was cold and just as you stepped outside of the building a gust of wind made you shiver. You hugged yourself trying to warm up while making your way to the bleachers. This had always been your go-to spot since freshmen year. You found it once because you were crying and didn't want anyone to see you, so you ran and ended up here and, after a while, you realized that no one ever came to this place. You sat on the freshly cut grass and reached into your backpack for your cigarettes. You lighted one, inhaled, and laid down exhaling deeply as your head touched the ground. You started thinking about what had happened at lunch, how awkward it had been but also kind of exciting? You knew you had promised Steve to stay away from Eddie but that didn't mean you couldn't think about him, I mean, there was no way of pretending you weren't a bit intrigued by him. You had heard about him before, he was older than you, having had failed to pass the year twice, and he had a reputation for being basically the drug dealer for the whole school. Only having these pieces of information you had always thought he would have been a complete asshole, but having met him, he seemed everything but that, sure, he was a bit weird but he was also really nice and kinda... hot? While you were deep in your thoughts, voices coming from your right brought you back to reality. You turned your head in the direction of the noise and immediately spotted two guys talking to each other. You sat up to get a better look and just as you did you realized it was Eddie you were looking at, who was in the middle of what looked like a drug deal. Great, everything seemed to go exactly by Steve's plan. As if he could hear your thoughts, Eddie turned his head in your direction and in a matter of seconds noticed you. A smirk appeared on his face as he nodded at you, but before you could even process what had happened he had already turned his face back to his client. Good, you thought, maybe he decided to listen to Steve and won't come here. You laid back down and took another drag of your long-forgotten cigarette. Maybe if he sees that you are not interested in talking to him he won't approach you, you thought, closing your eyes. "Hello sweetheart"You heard a deep voice beside you whispering in your ear. "Oh my god"you screamed jumping frightened. "Calm down princess, it's just me" you turned your attention to Eddie, who you now realized was the person speaking. You allowed an exasperated sigh to escape your mouth"You scared me! I almost had a heart attack" you scolded him while going back to sitting, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I just wanted to say hi, you know, since we didn't really have the chance to talk before" he explained getting closer to you "Ok, first I have a name you know? You can use it, and second I don't think we should be talking at all" you replied, annoyed "Why, 'cause your brother doesn't like me, princess?" Eddie asked, leaning even closer while looking at your eyes and for a second too long at your lips. Your cheeks flushed red and you cleared your throat "Yes, exactly Eddie. I trust his judgment and honestly after what I just witnessed there"You nodded in the direction of where you saw him sell drugs"I'm even more convinced he's right". He looked at you with an amused look, as he sucked his bottom lip in with his teeth "So you are telling me that you are not even a little bit interested in getting to know me? Because I know I sure as hell am interested in knowing you" He said looking at you straight in the eyes. Just as you were about to answer the wind blew and a lock of your hair ended up in front of your eyes. With a smooth gesture, Eddie tucked it back behind your ear lingering a bit too long with his hand on your cheek. You felt a shiver go down your spine and you swallowed nervously "No, Eddie. I'm not interested in getting to know you" You finally replied feigning confidence. He scoffed, licking his lips "You are a terrible liar sweetheart" he whispered leaning closer to you. You could almost feel his lips touching yours, you started breathing heavily and you were wondering how your heart hadn't already exploded from beating this fast. He was about to say something when you heard a voice coming from your right "What are you kids doing here! You are supposed to be in class", You gasped and turned to look at the janitor, who had just talked, he seemed angry, so you quickly took your backpack, got up and left, mumbling an excuse. Before re-entering the building you looked behind you and as you could have predicted, saw Eddie looking at you with a smug look on his face.

[astaroth1357]

"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

Check out my Masterlist for more!

Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that… 

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

 Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

[shingia]

✗ QUIET HAIKYUU BOYS FLIRTING

here’s how the introverted/quiet haikyuu boys would try to flirt with you (most of them being encouraged/forced by someone else)

-> sakusa, kenma, yamaguchi, ushijima, akaashi, suna, kita

— SAKUSA

sakusa had never felt the need to initiate any kind of contact with anyone ; sure, you looked breathtaking under the bar lights, but never in a million years would he risk getting out of his comfort zone. at least not without a little (big) push from komori. when he finally agreed to go sit next to you at the counter, it actually took you a few minutes to notice him, when he half-heartedly asked about your drink.

« how is it ? »

« pretty good » you smiled, a bit taken aback by this unannounced stranger. « um... do you want a taste ? »

he looked down at the glass you were handing him before letting out a disgusted “fuck no”. but after seeing komori desperately wave his arms from the other side of the counter, sakusa thought he could try to make an effort and proposed to pay for your next drink, still looking as uncomfortable as ever but also lowkey proud of himself.

— KENMA

kuroo was a pain in the ass, and kenma knew he wouldn’t know peace unless he gathered the courage to finally make a move after months spent daydreaming about you. and so he did, but definitely not as kuroo expected.

« hi, um... my friend over there is harassing me to come and talk to you so can you please pretend i just said something funny ? »

he looked very fidgety and you noticed he was nervously chewing the inside of his cheeks.

« sure, i got you » you smiled before tipping your head back and letting out the most realistic laugh you could fake. but it turned out that your laugh was actually very communicative, and next thing you knew, you two were actually laughing together at the stupidity of this situation, while kuroo was proudly watching from afar.

— YAMAGUCHI

to say that yamaguchi had rehearsed would be an understatement. he had his script memorised and really hoped that your answers would be the ones expected. the last period of the morning had barely ended that he was already heading to his locker with a determined yet terrified look on his face. he knew your locker was right next to his, and that he needed to seize upon the little timespan he had before you left.

« hi... yourhairlooksnicetoday » he blurted out without any emotion in his voice but pure panic.

you looked at him with your eyebrows lifted, taking a few seconds to process his words before flashing him a bright smile. « oh thank you ! i really like your hair too ! »

oh. that wasn’t planned. yamaguchi’s thoughts started to race, yet his body remained frozen. and after a few seconds spent awkwardly looking at each other, you finally revived the conversation. « we should eat together someday ! see you later ! ».

poor yamaguchi’s heart was definitely pounding in his throat when you waved at him before walking away.

— USHIJIMA

sure, ushijima wouldn’t have minded getting closer to you, but flirting was something he definitely wasn’t comfortable with. however, he thought he could give it a try and began dropping subtle hints. but so subtle that they were absolutely unnoticeable. for example, he considered complimenting your new school uniform the utmost form of flirting.

and when you finally realized what he was trying to do after several months, you decided to make his job easier by creating perfect opportunities for him to make a move.

« i don’t have anything planned this weekend, i’m probably going to bore myself to death... »

« don’t you have a test to study for next week ? »

well, he was certainly more oblivious than expected. but that doesn’t mean he didn’t accept your proposition to study together during the weekend. gladly accepted actually.

— AKAASHI

it drove bokuto crazy to know that akaashi had a crush on you but had never ever tried anything. so he considered it his responsibility to prep his friend for the moment he’d finally make a move.

fukurōdani had just won their first match of the season and akaashi was waiting for you outside the locker room, already a bundle of nerves. after congratulating him, you handed him his jacket that you had kept with you in the stands. « it kept me warm while i was freezing up there, so thank you », you smiled.

ok, now seemed like the perfect opportunity to put bokuto’s tips in practice. even though he knew they were terrible, they seemed like his only option. as calmly as he could, the setter took a deep breath before letting out something he never thought he’d ever say : « maybe because it’s made of boyfriend material »

as much as you didn’t want to shake his confidence, you couldn’t help but facepalm at this awful pickup line. and akaashi didn’t need your reaction to realize how terrible it was.

« i... apologize for that. let me do this my way : would you like to go out with me someday ? »

bonus : years later in your relationship, neither of you ever had the courage to tell bokuto that it wasn’t thanks to his pickup line

— SUNA

« wow, i didn’t think ya’d be such a wimp... it’s been two hours, just do something already ! »

« i’ll do it when i’ll feel like it », suna shrugged atsumu’s teasing off. it was true that he’d had his eyes on you ever since the team entered the restaurant to celebrate their victory in today’s match. but suna did not want to bother with the whole “flirting thing” that atsumu tried to talk him into. however, he stayed true to his words and, indeed, came to talk to you when he finally felt like it.

near the counter, you were waiting for your friends to get out of the bathroom when your eyes laid on the intriguing boy that was walking towards you. behind him, his entire table was staring with impatient faces. but like i said, suna didn’t want to bother with flirting and cut to the chase. very nonchalantly, he grabbed a pen from the pencil pot next to the cash register and started scribbling something on your receipt.

he handed it back to you a few seconds later, faintly shrugging « here. i usually reply fast ». your eyes lowered on the receipt, where you could read the eleven digits of his phone number. and just like that, he went back to his table.

— KITA

no one in their right mind would ever have dared to tease Kita about how long it was taking him to make a move on you ; simply because everyone knew he had already rigorously thought about how and when he’d do it. and they were right, he wanted to be prepared. but talking to you face to face was much different than training in front of his mirror.

he had thought about complimenting your appearance, but it was the last thing he cared about. kita was a man of few words, and he wanted you to know exactly why he liked you in the least complicated way possible. and it took him a lot of courage to do so, even with so much preparation.

«  i don’t know if someone ever told ya that but... » he started, fiddling with the straps of his bag. there was no going back now, you were all ears.

« ...i really enjoy talking to you. with some people it can feel like a waste of time but... you’re always relevant and uh... well, i wouldn’t mind going out with you someday. if you’re ok with it of course »

[tinyyoungblood]

normal grocery store situation

summary: this is what it looks like when peter and y/n are sent to the grocery store to get some groceries for the others

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: this is the most random thing, i won’t even bother to tag anyone lmao but i was watching the match tonight and had to do something before i just sat there punching air lol enjoy x

            ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Did you find a cream yet for that nasty rash you showed me earlier? I’m sure there’s something to stop the oozing.”

Peter stopped dead in his track and shot you a glare.

“It was funny the first time. Now you’re just the weirdo that keeps bringing up my rash.” He made sure to air quote the last word although it was just the two of you in the cereal aisle.

Smirking, you pushed the cart forward and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “It’s still your rash, buddy. All yours.”

You smiled sweetly as an old lady passed you, looking mildly horrified when you added, “That’s what you get for running around naked in alleyways.”

Peter’s groan was music to your ears. You didn’t even wait until she had hurried around the corner before bursting out laughing.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” said Peter flatly.

You shrugged. “You should know. Considering that’s where the rash is.”

Not a second later, you felt your ankle knock into something, making you trip and stumble into a shelf. Boxes of cereal toppled to the floor, making a glorious mess around you.

You glared up at Peter but he simply stared back with a blank face. The corner of his mouth just tugged slightly upward as he grabbed the cart and strolled past you, whistling.

After you had painstakingly put everything back, you found Peter in front of the spice section. He was holding two jars in each hand, skimming their labels as if they contained the secret to the universe.

“Do you know what Pepper uses for her noodles?” A faint crease appeared between his brows.

You gave him a sidelong glance. “You mean what she puts in the water when boiling noodles?”

He nodded.

“Salt,” you replied. “She puts salt in the water.”

His brows shot up. “Are you serious?”

“Positive.” You scanned the shelf for some cinnamon since Bucky wanted to try out a new recipe.

“How come it tastes so much better than Steve’s noodles?” Peter put the spices back and pushed the cart along, walking in front of you.

You stared at the back of his head in disbelief. “Because he doesn’t put salt in the– you’re messing with me, right?” Yesterday you had witnessed Peter win an argument against Tony about powering one of his suits with potatoes. It was hard to believe that he couldn’t piece this together.

But Peter merely shrugged, grabbing two pints of your favourite ice cream, and placed them in the cart. “There’s no way it can make that much of a difference. It’s just salt.”

“You know that salt enhances flavour, right?” You watched as he added two more pints of Nat’s favourite ice cream and crossed them off the shopping list. Then he aimed for the aisle with the sweets.

“Well, yeah, but it tastes significantly better. I’ve watched them both cook the same pasta with the same ingredients. Pepper’s spaghetti still tastes miles better.”

You held up two chocolate bars for Peter to choose. “That’s just because Cap is shit at cooking. He always burns the sauce.”

Peter picked the one with nuts and hummed as if reminiscing on a memory. “He does make scrubbing the pots look like an upper body work out.”

You grinned and reached over to hand him a jar of honey. “Do you know why Loki keeps asking for honey? We already have a whole stack at home.”

“Not sure,” Peter replied, eyeing the label before placing it in the cart. “Maybe he’s just hoarding them. Did you know that honey never goes bad? They found 3,000-year-old honey while excavating tombs in Egypt, and it was perfectly edible. It could definitely outlive Bucky and Steve if we let it.”

You arched an eyebrow. “All I’m hearing is that Loki’s probably trying to figure out a way to achieve immortality.” You pointed out a funny looking advertisement in passing and Peter chuckled. “Should we stop him?”

“From smothering himself in honey?” Peter looked appalled. “Absolutely not.”

You nodded wisely and let Peter take your hand. The other one he used to push the cart.

After you had found a couple other items, you pursed your lips and mused, “Do you think that’s why bees are okay with working all their lives? I’ve read that one bee will only make 1/12 of a teaspoon on honey in its entire life.”

“You mean because they know their work will outlive humanity and become their immortal legacy?” Peter stopped and mindlessly ran his fingers along his jawline, pondering. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh, look! They have that special edition fabric softener that Thor loves so much.”

“Wait, for real?” You followed him excitedly.

After a lively discussion about whether or not birch water and botanicals was the superior smell, you had settled for lavender and vanilla bean instead to play it safe.

“I still can’t believe you thought that combination of yeast smelled good,” Peter teased, his face scrunched up in a grimace.

“Just let it go.” You sighed, but Peter held up both hands with a smirk.

“I’m just saying, there’s no point in washing your clothes only to make them smell like your backyard. Might as well roll around in dirt.”

“Is that how you got your butt rash?” You asked sweetly as Peter blinked slowly before turning his head to see the same old lady from before. She stared at him with wide eyes before scurrying away.

You laughed quietly into your hand as Peter turned back around. He tried to glare at you, but the twinkle of amusement in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

Still, he shouldered past you and slid his hands into his pockets, murmuring, “We’re never coming back to this store.”

It only made you laugh harder.

* * *

stay hydrated guys

[quillsanddaydreams]

i don't like you

james potter x reader

—author's note: This was a story from my main that I adored so I thought why not rewrite it? The plot is the same, my ability to tell a story however, has changed. James and you do not like each other. Not even a bit. I hope you enjoy ;) Please do leave a comment, it makes my day.

—warning(s): couple of harmless pranks, slytherin! gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren't used).

—word count: 3,431

Groaning, you got up and squinted to make out the details of your dorm. Shouts and rushing made your head thump. You slowly realized a god-awful smell was filling up your room, quicker than you could think. Squeezing your nose shut, you rushed out. Other Slytherins were alongside you, you could hear coughing all around. Your eyes pricked with tears, your throat felt raw. Seeing a very familiar messy dark-haired boy run away jeering; you sensed rage gripping your form like a vice.

Third time. It was the third time the same week that Potter and the elder Black brother had pranked you all. Except it wasn’t funny anymore. That was what pranks were supposed to be right? Something that made everyone laugh along? Looking towards Elodie who was clenching her eyes shut at the sensation, you made a plan in your mind. You knew it was crazy. But when did that ever stop you? James had never conversed with you. Nor you, him. Yet it was clear that he did not like Slytherins. Not one bit.

-♡♡♡-

James yawned, stretching his limbs for a new day. Scrunching his nose, he felt a flowery scent attack him. Maybe it was just Sirius with one of his experiments. Shrugging, he got up and into the shower. That day he had transfiguration, charms, and astronomy. Thankfully nothing with the snakes, they might still be sour about the prank they pulled yesterday. Getting out of the washroom, he hummed to himself as he passed Peter who was still fast asleep. Remus was asleep and Sirius was furiously scribbling on his homework. Always finishing at the last moment.

He didn’t realize the uniform he was putting on until he looked at himself in the mirror. And boy oh boy did he panic. Eyes widening almost comically, he rummaged through his wardrobe, everything a dark green color with silver accents. A note fell at his feet.

“Dearest Marauders,

Take this beautiful gift of green robes from me. I know not all of you deserved this, but then again, I didn't feel like any of you should be left behind. I know how much you love us, Slytherins. Why not showcase it?

With love,

(Y/n) (Y/l/n)”

“Sirius! Remus!” he called out. “Wormtail!”

Sirius didn’t even look up from his parchment, Remus let out a grunt in response. The only answer he got was a faint ‘what’ from the shared bathroom.

“Mates listen to this,” James said firmly, reading the letter out loud. That got their attention. “Our robes are all green. Vivid Slytherin green!”

Remus got up suddenly, with wide eyes rushing to check his almirah. He groaned loudly on finding them in the same predicament James foretold grass-like and smelling heavily of flowers. Sirius however, started crackling.

“What?” James bellowed, his nostrils flaring.

“Well, the sarcasm in that letter is…” He snorted, stopping himself seeing James’s frown. James shook his head as Remus glared at them both.

“This has a strong one-week dye,” he said, punctuating each word, infuriated. “There’s no way it can be removed before the expected time. Why should I suffer for all the things you two do?”

“And I am not suffering?” James quipped back as Remus just shook his head, huffing, and went back to his bed. James looked at Sirius who didn’t look worried at all.

“What? Aren’t you bothered at all?” James asked.

“I look great in everything,” he replied shrugging, making James want to punch him.

He dressed up quickly after, dashing out of the dorm towards the great hall. Ignoring the looks of the students from around and the snickers he looked for you amidst the Slytherin table. It was infuriating, how casually you ate your breakfast, almost oblivious. Stalking towards your place, he cleared his throat grabbing your attention. Your eyes sparkled amusedly, taking in his appearance.

“Why the hell did you do this?” he demanded.

“Now, that’s not a way to talk about the gift I gave you,” you said, batting your eyelashes as he scowled at you. You muttered a spell under your breath, waving your wand slightly before continuing. “I worked hard, you know?”

“You Slytherins are the best thing to walk on this planet!” he shouted before he could stop himself. His eyes grew large. Everyone’s attention now seemed to be on your table.

“Thank you, I know,” you smirked, challenging him. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You put a speaking charm on me didn’t you?” he hissed as you put on an innocently sweet expression.

“Well, I thought you needed some help with words,” you prompted, getting better reactions than you hoped for. James growled, jumping up and down in annoyance. You tried not to laugh. Did. But the corners of your mouth turned up anyways. He looked like an idiot. The giggle you let out grabbed his attention, his cheeks turning a rosy red.

“I don’t like you,” he said in a rather squeaky voice.

“I don’t like you,” you retaliated. James hated himself for thinking the laugh you let out looking adorable. Anger, which was more of a frustration gawned on his skin. He knew exactly what he was going to do next. Giving you a sickly sweet smile, he enjoyed the slight shiver that went through your arm. Let the prank war begin.

-♡♡♡-

You rushed out of the bathroom, vexed. It had been a long exhausting day and this was the last thing you needed. Your skin was tinted green. Bright neon green. Elodie stared at you in stupor.

“What happened?” she asked and you couldn’t help the raucous whine that escaped your lips.

“I don’t know, okay? I was in the shower and after using soap, my skin turned freaking green,” you hissed as Elodie tried to calm you. You handed her a small piece of paper. “Oh and look what I found beside the shampoo bottle.”

Dear (Y/n),

A gift from me, to showcase your pride in your house. You could thank me later.

James.

P.S. This gift in no way means I’ve started liking you. I don’t.

“James. James did this; that bastard!” you said, nostrils flaring as Elodie rubbed your back.

“Well, it’s just hands and legs…”

“I'm gonna get back at him. Just watch me.”

Your jaw clenched. You knew just what you were gonna do. James started a fight with the wrong person. And you didn’t like him. At all.

-♡♡♡-

You were reading your book when you saw James pacing towards you, from the corner of your eye. Trying to keep a straight face, you fixed your gaze on the book in your hand. Yet you couldn’t help the twitch your mouth gave as he stood right in front of you, folding his arms.

“Wow,” he breathed through clenched teeth. You looked up.

“Real mature of you,” he said in a baby’s voice. It sounded like he pronounced everything through his nose. You made an effort not to start crackling right then.

“Well, one of us had to be, right?”

“Yeah. And giving me the baby voice makes you the adult.”

“I’d think so, yes.” You said brushing his hair. They were surprisingly soft. James glared at you.

“I don’t like you.” He squeaked as you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought we already established that. I don’t like you either boy,” You said, letting out a laugh.

-♡♡♡-

Adjusting your cap, you pulled your books closer to you. It was like everyone was staring at you. Specifically how stupid you looked. A whistle caught your attention. James, it had to be. When you turned towards the sound, you were sadly proved right.

“I like your cap,” he commented, clicking his tongue.

“Geez. Thank you. Just bought it,” you said, threateningly. Take one step James, I dare you; you thought. He didn’t get the message.

“I wonder how it would look on me,” he said, taking a step towards you. You hissed.

“Sorry, not gonna let you borrow it,” you tried to say in a normal tone, but it came out quite high pitched. James dared to grin.

“What if I just…” he said, coming closer as you took a step back, glowering at him in a warning. Not that he took it. He snatched the cap from your head as the long white hair fell. They reached your feet.

“James, give it back,” you warned and he put it on his head.

“Nope,” he said, his eyes full of mischief. You hesitated at his expression, he looked as candid as a child. Maybe you never noticed it, his hair fell round in pretty curls, framing his face. James winked, making you break out of your reverie.

“I think,” he said thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to keep this cap with me, I quite like it. If you want it back, you’re gonna have to take it from me.”

James took a step back as your eyes dilated. He turned around and started sprinting in that direction.

“James!” you shouted, chasing him.

People around you bolted aside, gasping at the scene. A ghostly white-haired student chasing after James as he chortled. It had been going for quite some time and everyone wondered who would win. Few in the favour of James, who had been pranking ever since he set foot in Hogwarts; a few for you since you were a Slytherin and Slytherins never lose. Others just shook their heads, wishing they would get it over with already the cat and mouse game was becoming rather tiring. No one however had the courage to raise their opinions out loud, lest they got involved in the prank war.

-♡♡♡-

“James," you said calmly, though the atmosphere made you anything but. Thick hot fumes rose from all around you making beads of sweat form on your forehead. "James, this doesn’t go in. We have to stir it first.”

“Why don’t you do it then? Little miss know-it-all” he snided. You looked at him fiercely. Slughorn had paired the two of you together for the next project and it couldn’t be more of a disaster. Only if he could just listen.

“I would if you let me,” you pointed out, finally taking over the shared pot. James watched you take a few breaths before starting to work on the potion. Muttering for ingredients from him now and then, you stirred the concoction. Soon, it started to show the exact signs given in their books.

James couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, humming to yourself all the while. You seemed cute like that, bending over the book, occasionally muttering to yourself. His face heated up when you caught his gaze. Luckily he could blame it on the heat.

“Could you cut some beetroots for me?” you asked, ignoring the way he flushed. James nodded, chopping them to the required amount. The two of you finished up fairly swiftly after that.

"So," you started after Slughorn left. He had commented on your work and applauded you both. Happiness was evident from the smiles on your faces. "Library at 4?"

James grinned, giving you a thumbs up. He packed up his stuff before turning to leave. You couldn't help but stare at his retreating figure, thinking, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Shrugging, you shook away the thought and went your own way. There were things you had to get done that day.

-♡♡♡-

As time passed, the thought started becoming more predominant. He wasn't so bad, your mind reminded you time and time again. The more you started to know James, the more you believed in it. Constant teasing and bickering wasn’t something that became unheard of between the two of you. But it was more lighthearted now… almost as if you were friends crackling over a shared joke. James had somehow caught your eye again, in a completely different way.

It seemed you were noticing new things about him, like how he didn’t look at you with hatred. Come to think of it, was it even ever ‘hate’? Yet there was something soft about the way he gazed at you now, gentle even— you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had come to enjoy his goofy personality, the smile he gave when his eyes were light with mischief. Knowing where these musings led, you had tried your best to beat them down. What was it that you did not try? Remembering every single detail that made you despise him once, all those times your blood boiled at the prank he pulled but nothing— nothing ever worked and your heart still fluttered every time he complimented you.

Was it that bad an idea though? Liking James?

You shivered, pulling your sweater closer to you. Walking had failed to heat your body the way it always did and you reckoned that your deliberation also had something to do with that. It wasn’t about you liking him, your mind prompted, it was about whether he could feel the same way. And if you knew something, you knew that you couldn’t take the answer to be no. The skip in your step halted, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips.

Path to the library couldn’t have been more daunting. That was until you saw James and Lily around the corner. Talking, laughing, and standing too close to be called friends. Evans, the one girl James was head over heels for, the one girl you never paid attention to much.

It was like the final shoe dropping. James and you didn’t like each other. People knew that you did as well. It was time you believed it too. Your stomach twisted up at the sight, your mood souring. You turned, walking away.

“Oi!” James called out to you, apologizing to the students he bumped into. You brisked forward, hoping to make it to your dorm. It didn’t work, James ran to catch up with you. Damn his long legs.

“Stop fucking running,” he huffed on reaching you. “Where are you going? We have a study session. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I was heading to the library but you and Evans seemed quite busy, so I thought against it,” you said, albeit aggressively. Jealousy was never a good color.

“We were just talking for a moment,” James explained. “I want us to complete the project first though.”

He looked at you, confused. It was hard controlling your anger right then. You couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped your lips.

“Of course,” you said in a temper. “The faster we finish up the project, the faster you can get rid of me, right? Because you don’t like me.”

James’ smile dropped. Sadness gave way to rage. Of course, you still thought that even after all the time he spent with you.

“Yeah. I don’t like you,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. “So let’s complete the project, shall we? To get rid of each other?”

You looked away. It was the last thing you wanted to hear. You yearned for him to tell you otherwise, to apologize for his words, and to reassure you that it wasn’t so. That you two were something. Friends, companions, anything but this. Yet the bigger part of you told you that he was right. And you were nothing to him.

“Yeah, sure.”

-♡♡♡-

The following study session was tense. You two never worked quietly. Jokes, laughs, and incessant chatter filled the air when you were together. James had regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He watched your expression fall and a wall build up around you. Your eyes hadn’t met his since. It ate him up. Somehow he didn’t know how to break the bubble he created.

He hated seeing you close off to him.

You heaved a sigh checking the last lines you’d written and then looked at the clock. It had been two hours.

“I think we should stop. There are just two pages left, we can do them tomorrow and you’ll be free,” you said, packing up your things. James opened and closed his mouth as you picked up your bag.

“Hey, wait!” he said as you turned towards him.

“I didn’t mean to, “ James started, but you cut him off.

“James, it’s alright,” you said, taking a deep breath blinking away the tears that emerged. “I understand. You don’t like me, I don’t like you and we’re stuck together for some time. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

James sucked in a breath. That wasn’t right. At all.

“But—“

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you,” a voice came and you shifted to see Elodie. You looked over at James, whose eyes pleaded you to stop. But you couldn’t.

You left the library, walking towards your friend leaving behind the boy who stood transfixed at his spot. Why did he feel like he was losing everything? He grudgingly moved his feet towards the common room, your thoughts plaguing his mind. James heard a shout behind him, twisting to see Lily jog up to him.

“James, I was wondering,” she began biting her lip. “Maybe we could sneak out for some butterbeers today? It’s freezing and the snow looks heavenly.”

James found himself shaking his head. His mood was far too spoiled for anything.

“Not today, Lily,” he answered. “I’m tired.”

“Oh, I meant it as a date, you know?” Lily added hopefully. James considered her for a moment. It was everything he had wished for years. Yet he couldn’t feel the happiness that should have come with it. He wanted, no— he needed someone else, someone who made him far giddier. He needed you.

It was like a bolt striking him. He had never been so sure of anything else. Unable to keep the grin off his face, he spoke his next words in a rush.

“Lily, I’m sorry but I can’t,” he shouted, sprinting towards the dungeons. Running through the rather empty corridors he saw the snow which coated the grounds. His breath came out in puffs as he urged himself to move faster. He stopped when something caught his eye. You. Standing out in the snow, looking at the sky with a smile.

Moving towards you, he conjured up a snowball and threw it on your back. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped, looking towards him.

“What now James?” you snapped.

He conjured up yet another ball and threw it at you. Your eyes grew larger and you glared at him.

“I wanted to say something,” he said as you conjured up a ball and threw it at him in response. He hissed at the icy sensation.

“Then say it.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” he said, throwing a snowball at you as your teeth clattered at the sensation. You threw a snowball in return, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Then stop acting as you do.”

He threw yet another ball at you.

“You make me act like that,” he stated. You threw a huge one in response.

“I make you act like an idiot?”

“Yes, you drive me crazy,” he said, throwing some snow at you as you grunted.

“Then why don’t you leave me alone?” you huffed as he threw yet another ball at you, making you cough and splutter.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, throwing a ball at him.

“Because I can’t leave the best thing that happened to me,” he said, making you stop. You stalked towards him and poked his chest with every word you spoke.

“I'm the best thing that happened to you? What is this? Some kind of sick prank? You don’t even like me,” you sobbed, frustrated and angry. That was how he made you feel. Everything all at once. James didn’t know how to answer you so he just took your hand away and cupped your cheek with his other one, leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes fell shut as feeling his lips against yours. You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer feeling his arms tighten around your hips, sucking his bottom lip. When you pulled away you both caught your breath.

“I promise those are the truest words I’ve ever said,” he whispered, his hair messier than usual. He cradled your face, pressing his lips against your forehead. You crossed your arms.

“I still don’t like you,” you said in faux anger. James let out a teary chuckle.

“I don’t like you either,” he replied, smiling.

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill ​ which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

⟨⟨REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED⟩⟩

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

love Dad!Lucifer can you do a Pt 3 please

Did You See The Lions (Dad!Lucifer Pt 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 Word Count : 2.5K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; violence; dad!fic; angst

@sucker-for-angst-and-fluff Here’s part three! 💗

The door to your room was thrown open and his heart sank when he saw your bed empty, the sheets tossed aside carelessly and dropped to the floor. Not only was your bed empty, but your son's crib was the exact same way. Beel walked over, his entire body was trembling with rage as he felt the warmth of your body that still lingered on the sheets. Lucifer knew exactly what he was doing when he called him down, he was keeping the two of you apart so he could take you away, so he could take the baby away. He rarely ever lost his temper, he knew the damage that he could do, so he tried to keep his temper under control whenever he could, but it seemed impossible to do that now. He stormed back down the stairs, practically ripping the door to Lucifer’s office off the hinges, already in his demon form. “Where are they?” Beel growled, his veins in his hands popping out from how tightly he had been clenching his fists. He didn’t just want to fight Lucifer, he wanted to rip him apart, tear him limb from limb. Lucifer only laughed though, placing his phone to the side as he looked up at his little brother. “It’s not funny… Tell me where they are!” He shouted, and while most of the other brother’s would be shocked to hear him this way, Lucifer had been ready for it, expecting it, even hoping for it. “Is it not?” He laughed again, leaning back in his chair as if his brother weren’t on the verge of lunging at him right now. He knew that Beel wouldn’t though, not until he found out where you and the baby were, and even then, he wouldn’t be able to do anything because Lucifer was the only one who could take him back to you. “You think I’d actually let you keep your little ready made family when they’re rightfully mine? Surely you don’t take me as a fool, Beelzebub.” His words only had Beel growling loudly, his teeth barred as watched the oldest who looked way too smug about this entire thing. “Oh, calm down. I think what you need is some time apart. You won’t miss much… or maybe you’ll miss the whole thing… I’m not very sure. Tell me though, why are you so angry?” Lucifer knew exactly why Beel was angry, he just wanted to hear it from his brother's own lips. He had felt it when you came in to give him that ridiculous birthday card, he could see it in the small glow that was starting to show, a glow that he remembers all too well from a year ago. “You didn’t want them.” Beel hissed, taking a step forward. “You don’t get to decide a year later that you do. It’s not fair to them.” It’s not fair to him either, but this wasn’t just about him, this was about everyone involved. “On the contrary, I do get to decide. That’s my family, and just because you decided to fill her womb with your own little… mutt… that doesn’t mean that you get to have her, or my son. She was, and always will be mine first and foremost.” Lucifer sneered, drumming his fingers on his desk as Beel reached his breaking point. Beel charged at the desk, throwing it to the side as he grabbed Lucifer by the throat, lifting him up in the air. Lucifer never changed though, he kept that same smug smile, knowing that he had the upper hand. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You’ll never see her, my son, or your own child if you do that… and you know it.” Those words had Beel dropping Lucifer to the floor, taking a step back. He needed to see you, he needed to bring you back, and Lucifer was the only one who knew where you were… Lucifer and the demon that he had take you and the baby away. “Don’t… Don’t ever call my child a mutt…” His nostrils flared, his fingers twitching, aching the wrap around Lucifer’s throat for insulting his own child, for everything that he did. “Where are they? Tell me now.”

You woke up in your bed, your old bed, in your old room. Your son was laid in your arms, still sleeping peacefully nestled against your chest. You didn’t remember anyone coming into your room in the Devildom, and honestly, the last thing you remembered from being down there was trying to stop Beel from going to Lucifer. “Beel…” You whispered his name, carefully pulling your arm from underneath your son’s head and sitting up, looking around your room for any sign that would indicate that he was here with you, but deep down you knew he wasn’t. Your emotions were running high, rushing through you as you tried to figure out what to do. Was there anything that you could do? There was no way that you’d be able to get back down to the Devildom by yourself, you didn’t have the power to do it, you only knew of two or three demons who were capable of doing it. You had to try to stay calm, for the sake of your son, and for the health of Beel’s child that you were now carrying. “Mama?” Your son’s voice almost had you on the verge of tears though. He didn’t know what was going on, and when you looked down at him you saw just how confused he really was. He looked around the room, his little eyebrows knitted together as he tried to understand where he was, but everything was so unfamiliar, it even felt that way to you. “I know…” You whispered, pulling him up onto your lap and cradling him against your chest with one hand as you reached into your pocket. It was empty, you didn’t even have your phone to try to text Beel to let him know that you and your son were okay, and you could only imagine how worried he was. You couldn’t think too hard about it, you had to try to smile, make things seem as normal as possible for your son. You didn’t want him to worry. “It’s alright. How about some breakfast for my little guy, huh?” The nickname had your son’s eyes lighting up as he squirmed and struggled to get out of your arms, climbing out of your bed and looking around the room. “Dada? Where Dada, Mama?” He turned to look at you, his bottom lip jutted out when he couldn’t find him. It broke your heart to see him like this, but it angered you so much more. Lucifer was heartless and cold. He didn’t give a damn about your son. Everything that he did was for himself, that’s how he always was and how he always will be. You quickly got out of your bed, scooping your son up in your arms and holding him tight against you to try to calm him. “Ahh, you know… Mama wanted to take you back to her house. We can go to the zoo… see the lions. You wanna see the lions?” Thankfully for you, your son's attention span wasn’t great yet, so the single mention of actually seeing a lion had his mind off of Beel, at least for the moment. He nodded enthusiastically, clapping his hands together as you walked him out of your room. You had to hold it together and just hope that Beel would figure something out soon.

He hadn’t thought of anything though, he was at a loss. Lucifer wouldn’t send him to you willingly, he knew that much. Diavolo wouldn’t send him to you without checking in with Lucifer first, so there was no hope there either. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know who to go to. Barbatos wouldn’t go against the wishes of his Lord, so even bothering to ask the Butler was a waste of time. “You could always tie him up and torture him until he gives in.” Belphie suggested, mumbling against his pillow as Beel paced the attic. He didn’t want to actually hurt his oldest brother though, he wasn’t like that. “No… I just need to find a way to get her and the baby back here.” Beel said, finally falling forward onto the edge of the bed. “Or maybe… maybe I can stay up there with her. Lucifer wouldn’t be able to do anything then.” He perked up at the idea of it, smiling up to Belphie who was already shaking his head. “That’s ridiculous, Beel. First off, the kid is half demon, and not to mention how dangerous it’ll be for her to deliver your half demon kid in the human realm. She could die. Her and those kids need to be back here, and you need to handle Lucifer.” He dropped his face back into the pillow, pushing Beel off the bed with his feet. “So go handle it.” Beel knew that Belphie was right, there was no way it would work out. He needed to get you back, back home with him, where you and the kids belonged. Lucifer stood in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee as if nothing had happened. He knew that Beel was there, he could sense the anger and irritation radiating off of his brother, but it didn’t bother him, it didn’t faze him at all. “Beelzebub. Would you like a cup of coffee?” He asked nonchalantly, holding up the pot as he finally turned to look at him. Beel walked over, grabbing the pot from his brother and sliding it back into the base before leaning against the counter, cornering Lucifer where he stood. “I want you to bring them back. They need to come back.” He was trying to stay calm, he was doing his best, but even being around Lucifer had his nerves on end. “She can’t be up there… Neither can your son.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at the way Beel said it, finally pushing his brother back. “You don’t know what’s good for my son.” Lucifer spit the words as he stood tall enough to meet the eyes of Beel, his breath was hot and heavy against his brother's face, not even trying to control his anger. “I’ve had quite enough of you parading around with my child and the mother of my child as if they’re your own. Then you have the nerve to come at me about keeping them away from a thief like you. It’d be comical if I wasn’t the one dealing with it.” He continued to push Beel back, not caring anymore how pissed off Beel was getting. “I have every right to keep my child away from you, and I don’t care that she’s carrying your spawn, I could easily have that taken care of as well. They’re not yours.” He moved to brush past his brother, but at this point Beel had practically blacked out with rage, grabbing Lucifer by the throat and throwing him down on the kitchen counter, pinning him down as he towered over his older brother. “You won’t touch her… You won’t go anywhere near her. You don’t deserve her or the kid. You’re worthless and pathetic and I swear to Lord Diavolo if I ever see you near her I’ll rip you apart. I’ll kill you.” His words were growled out through his teeth as his fingers tightened around Lucifer’s neck, wanting so badly to kill him then, and he would have, he really would have, if his brothers hadn’t come to see what the commotion was about, all of them pulling Beel away from Lucifer and holding him back. Lucifer was seething as he got up, brushing himself off and trying to keep his composure around his brothers, but all of them could see that he was just as close as Beel was to losing it. “I’m going to my office.” He muttered, his head held high as he walked away. Beel had finally calmed down enough for his brothers to let him go, finally breaking down and dropping to the floor as the tears fell.

“Mama… Too bright…” Your son whined, shielding his eyes with his arm as you both walked through the zoo. Neither of you had been able to enjoy anything because neither of you could see. The sun seemed brighter than you had remembered after becoming accustomed to the darkness of the Devildom. “I know… You wanna go back home?” You asked, looking down at him and he quickly nodded in response, turning around and tugging at your hand, trying to pull you through the crowds of people. “What’s wrong, buddy?” You asked when he stopped, pulling his hand out of yours as he started running as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Wait! Wait for me!” You called out to him, giving the people around you an apologetic smile as you chased after him. “Dada!” He said excitedly, and for a second your heart froze. Lucifer had come to find you, and you could only imagine what he wanted now. He had already done enough damage, the only other thing he could do to hurt you was keep you in the human realm and take your son back with him. “Hey, Little Guy!” The voice made your head whip up so fast, and you felt like you could cry when you saw him standing there. Beel scooped your son up, putting him up on his shoulders as he looked down at you, his eyes glossy with tears that threatened to spill over. “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have left you alone… I shouldn’t have-” You didn’t let him finish his sentence, you were just so happy to see him. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your face in his chest as your own tears began to fall. “Hey… Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now… And did you hear him? He called me Dada.” You looked up at him, a small laugh escaping you as you wiped your tears. “Yeah… Yeah he did.” Lucifer wouldn’t be happy about it, you knew that much, and Beel knew it too, but you it just goes to show how little time Lucifer actually spent with his own son. “How did you get up here? How did you find us here?” Would Lucifer actually let Beel come see you? You weren’t banking on it, and you didn’t know how Beel would have come up any other way, unless Lord Diavolo decided to let him. “Don’t worry about the first part. I’m here now, and that’s what matters, right?” Beel sighed softly, shaking his head before looking up at your son and then back down at you. “As for the last question… I know my little guy and lions. I just had to find the nearest zoo.” He shifted your son on his hip before wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “So… did you see the lions yet?”

[braverynight]

Lost Family - Bugsnax Fic

Word Count: 1020

Characters: Gramble Gigglefunny, Cromdo Face, Floofty Fizzlebean (Mentioned)

Enjoy!

Gramble sits at the now-out firepit, staring at the small glowing embers. He couldn’t sleep and he knew he would start to sleepwalk if he did. So here he sat, staring at the embers. At least Floofty wouldn’t bother him, something about working on a paper they were writing. They were a strange one for sure, but who was he to judge?

There was something about the embers he couldn’t look away from, how they glowed faint shades of red. It made him… Nostalgic? Yeah, Nostalgic for a distant yet vibrant memory of camping with a family that loved each other. Laughing, telling jokes, eating smores around the fire. He remembers a warm paw bringing him into an embrace and a smile that was bright. He couldn’t remember the face, but that smile stayed with him. A warmth beats through Gramble, a warm longing to keep that memory alive. But the memory faded, as that man also faded from his life, as so many have. Gramble shoulders slump as the cold returns and he frowns.

How could he forget who his father was?

It wasn’t like he was dead, at least to his knowledge, but ever since the court ruled he wouldn’t be allowed near Gramble, he often longed to go on another camping trip again with him. Would he be the same? Would he still have that warm and comforting smile? Gramble took a deep breath, fighting back the tears. He would never know, would he?

“Can’t sleep either kid?” Gramble turns around and sees Cromdo, leaning against the doorframe of his hut, “Yeah me either.”

“O-oh. I didn’t know you were still awake.”

Cromdo shrugs and walks over, sitting on a stool next to Gramble, “Yeah well, that’s what you get for taking a nap in the middle of the day.”

Gramble fidgets his paws a little, looking back at the embers. They had all gone out by now, and the memories were also fleeting.

Cromdo looks at the remaining embers as well, cracking a pitiful half smile, “Ya know, I’m not much of a sentimental grump, but this makes me remember a better time.”

Gramble looks to the red grumpus, “R-really? Funny… Same here.”

“Yeah? Well, let’s not get all sappy about it.”

“I wish things didn’t go the way they did…” Gramble looks to the embers, more talking to himself than Cromdo, “I wish I could go back and… Spend more time with my family.”

Cromdo chuckles, “You and me both, kid.”

“R-really?”

“What? Is it so hard to believe I was a family grump? Business isn’t the only thing I’m passionate about. Well… Used to anyways. The divorce was nasty, lost custody of my kid, and couldn’t even go see him anymore. Honestly forgotten his face at this point.” Cromdo pauses, looking at the inactive fireplace, “But uh… He was a good kid. Big heart, and never liked getting into trouble. Knew he would grow up into a good grumpus, I tell ya. Never shut up about animals too.”

Gramble tilted his head. That sounded a lot like himself when he was a kid. But a lot of kids were like that, he couldn’t just jump to conclusions, “Y-yeah? Well… I bet he’s out there doin something great with animals.”

Cromdo smiled, a genuine smile, “Bit of wishful thinking but… I hope he became a park ranger or something. Something with nature anyways.”

“Why you say that?”

Cromdo scratches the back of his neck, “Well… Before everything went to pot, my ex-wife, well wife at the time, wanted us to go camping. She was always the outdoor grumpus.” Gramble’s eyes widen slightly. So was his mama if he remembers right. Cromdo doesn’t notice and continues, “So we packed up the car and headed out, and I’ll be frank, I hated every second of it! Mosquitoes kept biting me, I tripped over a log, and I fell out of a canoe.” Gramble had a faint memory of laughing as he also fell out of a canoe, “But I kept a mask up… Pretend I wasn’t having the worst time.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because my son was loving every moment of it.” Cromdo looks to Gramble, “His smile was the only thing keeping me from packing us all up and heading home. As long as he was having fun, I was having fun too.”

A thought dawned on Gramble, hearing Cromdo’s story. Maybe it was all a coincidence, maybe there were no blood relations at all. But he had to be sure. He sits up, “Well… Uh… I-I know this is gonna sound really weird, but… Did you and your son share s’mores durin that trip?” Cromdo sits up; that got his attention, “And-and… Did you… Hug him with a big smile on your face during that trip?”

“No way…” Cromdo looks around, shocked, a smile forming as he chuckled, “No way, I thought your name was just a coinicenidence!”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Gramble was smiling now too.

“I lost part of my name in the divorce. My full name married was Facefunny! And-and the Mrs was–”

“Gigglelove.” He finishes his sentence.

The two of them stare at each other for a moment, stunned and awestruck. Then… Laugher. Genuine and in their purest form, these two souls finally found the missing piece they have been looking for, “After all this time!” Cromdo laughs, “To think we would find each other again on the same grump-forsaken island! What are the odds?!” Gramble laugh turns into sobs and Cromdo immediately recognizes it, “Hey hey hey, sh sh sh.” He moves over and sits on the log with Gramble, gently rubbing his shoulder, as he did many years ago, “It’s ok, I’m here now, there's no need to cry about it.”

Gramble fights back the tears, “It-it’s just… So much… I thought I would never see you again.”

“Yeah… Me either, kid.” Cromdo pulls Gramble in a hug, fighting back his own tears of joy, “Grump… we have so much catchin up to do.”

Gramble smiles and returns the hug, a void in his heart finally filled, “Yeah… We do… Papa.”

[archived-kin]

obey me cast + their genshin mains

i woke up at like three in the morning and scribbled this all down

not a formal writing piece so i haven’t formatted it like one, but i thought this was a fun idea!!

lucifer: diluc

they both have Fatherly Issues (in very different ways though)

probably inwardly makes fun of diluc for not liking wine

doesn’t really have any emotional attachment??? he just keeps diluc because he does a lot of damage and helps kill enemies quick

he actually has pretty good luck with getting 5 stars before he’s even hit pity, but he has awful luck on the event banners in terms of getting the featured 5 star - he’s never once won the 50/50 when he actually reaches it

gets really good artifact and weapon drops though so all of his levelled-up characters have super overpowered kits

he’s never actually looked up any recommended character builds, he’s just smart enough to figure out what all the stats mean and build his characters accordingly

has not touched his serenitea pot since he got it

not actually great with battle strategy and elemental reaction, he just tries to hit as hard as he can at all times

all of his characters are built dps because he doesn’t know how to build supports or healers

never teleports anywhere (he still hasn’t even unlocked half the waypoints)

didn’t realise the statues of seven healed until really late into the game

doesn’t bother with the reputation quests/bounties

all of his characters are still on that black glider that amber first gives you

it took him ages to finish the archon quest in mondstadt because he didn’t want to go into the cathedral

mammon: zhongli

accidentally got zhongli on like his very first event wish and has mained him ever since

he thinks it’s really funny that zhongli never has money (even though he also often has no money)

apart from that he likes the idea of playing the character that literally makes all the mora in teyvat

was actually considering switching after he finished the liyue archon quests because he absolutely hated how zhongli handled the whole thing but he didn’t want to give up that big pp damage

still doesn’t know that you can climb up onto dvalin in the stormterror battle

mixes and matches artifacts, but the ones he does use have really good stats and sub stats though so the lack of a set bonus doesn’t make much difference

didn’t realise you could increase talent levels until ar 50

loves doing the blossoms of wealth and hasn’t let his mora drop below 100k ever since he accidentally used it all up levelling his team to lv60

immediately does a wish as soon as he gets enough primos, unless it’s an event banner for a character he doesn’t like

he also ignores the story and hangout quests for the characters he doesn’t like

dabbles in the serenitea pot but doesn’t have the patience to really commit to it

forgets to do his commissions until the very last minute and lets his resin fill up to 160 before remembering that he’s not supposed to let it get full

is terrified of spiral abyss on a molecular level

levi: barbara

he loves idols so of course barbara is his favourite

has her built dps and does more vaporise damage with her charged attacks than some people’s 5 star bursts

ended up building lisa as a dps too because she makes fighting the oceanid for the cleansing hearts much easier

somehow still gets barbara to heal enormous chunks of hp as well??

has all three of her talents crowned, she’s lv90 and so is her 5 star weapon, plus all of her artifacts are +20

he likes getting the event 5 stars even if he’s never going to build them, they just make him feel superior in his luck

has really bad artifact drops which makes him really frustrated because he knows exactly how to build his characters with the perfect stats, he just can’t get the right artifacts!!!!!

keeps getting crit dmg, crit rate and atk% sub stats on defence circlets and it makes him die a little more on the inside each time

he despises jean because of how she makes barbara feel and desperately wants mihoyo to make a moment where jean tries to fight something but fails and barbara then steps in and takes it down immediately

never gets barbara’s constellations with makes him very upset because he wants c6 so BAD

nearly cried when he got barbara’s happy birthday voiceline

somehow got his serenitea pot to adeptal energy 20k within like two weeks but it doesn’t look good?? it’s just a whole bunch of 4 star furnishings shoved wherever there’s room

is pretty much always online at any given time

has nearly every single achievement in the game (goddammit just GIVE HIM THE RELIABLE HELPER COMMISSION)

satan: diona

this is not up for debate

he saw her in the character archive and immediately decided that if he didn’t get her he was quitting the game

luckily for him it was xiao’s banner around this time and he managed to get c3 diona from that alone

much like levi with barbara, he managed to build her so that she does enormous amounts of damage but still performs her shielding/healing really well

he prioritises her over everyone else but because of this diona is still his only fully-built character

all talents crowned, all artifacts +20, etc

hates draff with all his heart and refuses to buy anything from him

will murder you if you refer to diona as a loli in front of him

i’m aware keqing also sort of looks like she has cat ears but as far as i know that’s just her hair???

if anything i feel like satan wouldn’t like her because he’s offended that people think those chunk of hair look remotely like a cat’s cute lil ears

chose all his other team members based solely on whether or not their skill set would benefit diona

refuses to use any of the characters lucifer uses and got legitimately angry when he found out lucifer had started building diona to help with spiral abyss

spends like five minutes at a time making diona jump into water because he thinks the cannon ball animation is the cutest thing in the world

if a boss he’s fighting manages to kill diona, he gets so angry that he pretty much obliterates it immediately after

asmo: lisa

partially because she’s pretty and her personality is right up his alley, and partially out of pettiness because he sees so many people slandering her

doesn’t know how to build anyone, he’s only got a good lisa build out of sheer luck

none of his other characters have remotely good builds. like, maiden’s beloved on tartaglia?? really, asmo???

squealed when lisa called traveller a cutie

talks to her while he’s running about doing quests or battles

plays pretty sparingly so his ar is relatively low and he barely has any characters outside the starters

usually gets levi to one shot the bosses for him when he needs to ascend/upgrade the talents of his characters

(levi agrees because it gives him a pretty big power trip)

he also likes kaeya and has him in his team but lisa’s magic is just so pretty to him

spends all his primos on the standard banner trying to get lisa constellations but he still only has c4

all of the solo boss battles he’s won were only won out of sheer luck

adores the concept of the serenitea pot, but he doesn’t like a lot of the furnishings available

desperately wants a character customisation function

died seven times trying to do the stormterror fight and had to have levi do it for him in the end

still doesn’t done any of the story quests that you need a key for

spends most of his free time finding some pretty landscapes, changing the time, and taking pictures of lisa doing one of her idles against the sunset

beel: xiangling

decided he liked her as soon as he did her story quest

he’s only gotten up to floor 4 of spiral abyss because he only did floor 3 to get her

still only has c2 :((((

always has to have snacks with him while he’s gaming because xiangling’s voice lines remind him of how hungry he is

desperately wishes she was real because he wants to taste how good her food is for himself

likes cooking a bunch of dishes in-game, but he also gets frustrated because they all look so GOOD and he can’t eat them

doesn’t really know how building works but he does vaguely know what stats are good and how set bonuses work

doesn’t like hu tao because she’s mean to xiangling >:( plus belphie despises her and beel rarely likes anything his twin dislikes

is low-key upset that xiangling’s story quest was so early in the game because he didn’t appreciate it enough at the time and he hasn’t seeb her in-game for ages

still doesn’t have any 5 stars apart from the traveller, but he does have literally every 4 star in the game

is the type to bring xiangling to pyro domains but luckily she does some pretty good physical dmg as well so his teammates don’t get as mad

takes some time out of every day to find every food/ingredient vendor in the game and buy out their entire stock

still has never run out of mora somehow????

belphie: qiqi

i made this choice partially because of that one halloween belphie ur where he’s dressed up in a jiangshi costume

aside from that i feel like she just sends his big brother instincts haywire

he cried a little bit when he read her backstory, not gonna lie

like satan, he will kill you if you call qiqi a loli

somehow managed to build her as a physical dps that does like 5000 per hit?????

(he has unholy artifact luck and all of qiqi’s artis have atk, crit dmg and crit rate as their stats and sub-stats, plus aquila favonia)

he started out building her as an all-around dps but then he realised that her burst and skill couldn’t do much in terms of damage since they’re healing-oriented, so he decided to build her physical since that the only type of dmg she can constantly apply

and qiqi still heals reliably because her healing is scaled off her attack, which is like monstrously high???

qiqi hates hu tao so of course belphie does too

he still refuses to do her story quest and didn’t touch her banner or character trial

really really wants a qiqi banner for constellations but is aware that that is incredibly unlikely

doesn’t trust baizhu and wants zhongli to adopt qiqi since he seems like a much more reliable dad

heard the theory that xiao is the adeptus that killed qiqi and therefore also despises him even though it hasn’t even been concerned or anything

diavolo: eula

don’t get me wrong diavolo definitely gives me pyro vibes but i feel like he’d just feel so bad for how the mondstadters misunderstand and mistreat eula in her story quest that he’d immediately go to spend all his primos on wishing for her

he’s got r2 broken pines and a full pale flame artifact set with some pretty decent stats and substats on her so she does pretty enormous damage

it’s lucky that eula’s move set doesn’t require anything too strategic because all diavolo does is button mash

all of his characters are physical damage dealers because he doesn’t really know how to do elemental reactions

(because of this though he’s awful at fighting a lot of the bosses, especially the oceanid)

his favourite boss battle is the weekly golden house trounce domain because he can always smack childe down really quickly

he’s stinking rich so he can afford to spend just about as much money as he wants to get any character he wants

like he got all the way to pity on eula’s banner and lost the 50/50 to mona but he just bought more primos and got all the way to pity again to get eula

on the other hand he got broken pines twice in two ten rolls on the weapon banner and he wasn’t anywhere near pity for that

he joined levi along with satan and asmo to have a go at doing the golden house fight in co-op and he managed to pretty much oneshot a lv90 childe in phase 1 and phase 3 with just eula’s burst

(he spent phase 2 recharging it)

barbatos: venti

this is at least 70% because venti is also called barbatos

he somehow knows pretty much everything there is to know about building characters well and he’s built venti with both attack and elemental mastery

got venti on his first banner and managed to get to c4 on his rerun

doesn’t appreciate how much venti drinks and actively buys the non-alcoholic juices from angel’s share to give him as if that’ll help????

is terrified of fighting the wolf because it’s immune to anemo

(don’t ask how he managed to get the hurricane seeds for ascending venti)

can pretty much fire off venti’s burst as soon as it’s over because his energy recharge is somehow also insane

diligently collects all the recipes and masters every single one of them

his serenitea pot is literally so perfect looking????? i don’t know how to describe it everything just fits together flawlessly

diavolo offers to buy him primos because he’s got more than enough money but barbatos doesn’t wish a whole lot so he usually refuses

(diavolo knew he mained venti and liked him though so he bought him a bunch for the rerun anyway)

he still doesn’t have any five star weapons but stringless works really well on venti anyway so he doesn’t mind

doesn’t really like co-op, prefers to just wander around in his own world

simeon: yanfei

simeon definitely gives me hydro vibes and he probably mained a hydro before yanfei, but i feel like he happened to get her on zhongli’s banner and decided he really liked her as soon as he started trying her out

he adores her little ‘boom boom!’

she also works really well doing big damage with vaporise which is good because simeon plays a lot with luke, who mains barbara

he low key identifies with how yanfei doesn’t want to focus on her identity as an immortal half-adeptus because simeon himself often wants to forget the fact that he’s a divine being and just live peacefully

often forgets that yanfei gets a lot of her dmg from charged attacks and just keeps doing normal attack combos until he registers the scarlet seals and realises he needs to hold the button down

nearly all of his characters were basically backseat-built by levi and solomon

even though his team is pretty powerful he still dies a bunch because his battle strategy is just ‘stand there and keep hitting the attack button until it dies’

keeps running off of cliffs and forgetting to plunge/glide and just dying to fall damage

back when he was like ar20 he accidentally wandered into liyue early and immediately got killed by a treasure hoarder

spent like ten minutes of his first stormterror fight just running off the end of his platform before someone told him he was meant to glide

luke: barbara as well

if you’ve seen my post about barbara and luke being siblings you’ll understand why i’ve made this choice

aside from that luke just likes barbara because she’s one of the nicest characters in the game

plus she’s a deaconess in a church and he’s an angel so

unlike levi he’s got her built purely as a healer, but she heals so MUCH

luke’s entire team is just support characters?? but their support is so good that they kind of make each other dpses in their own right??

his strategy is to keep his whole team at full hp and deal relatively small but very steady increments of damage

unfortunately this means he isn’t great at the artifact and weapon/character enhancement domains because they’ve got time limits

wants to have a pretty serenitea pot but he just can’t get it to look how he wants it to

like levi, he doesn’t like jean because of how she makes barbara feel (and also how jean just refuses to take any sort of older sister role for her)

got her to c6 on a single event banner because she just kept coming home (he wasn’t complaining though)

is contemplating building her dps because he thinks it’d be cool if she did a bunch of damage like levi’s barbara

likes to just sit and wait for her to do her dancing idle because he thinks it’s cute (will immediately make her move and cut off the other one though because it’s about jean and he doesn’t like her)

solomon: albedo

they both look sensible but they’re both just mad scientists on the inside

doesn’t really know how albedo’s burst and skill work, just keeps tapping buttons whenever they’re available

if he didn’t have albedo he’d probably main a catalyst but he relates to how curious albedo is about just about everything

(plus he does like his design)

always gets the limited time 5 star on his first ten pull on the event banners????? is he using his magic somehow??????

and also somehow gets really good weapons and artifacts????

he knows enough about artifacts to know what to put on who so all of his characters are really well built

he’s the type with eight lv90 5-stars with lv90 5-star weapons and fully upgraded artifact sets in his character showcase

his signature is ‘hack me i dare you’

constantly getting friend requests from fellow players who want an op friend to help them in domains and against bosses

but unfortunately even if solomon has a bunch of overpowered characters he is very bad at using them

gets all the elemental reactions wrong, uses the wrong element against the wrong enemy, forgets to do things like putting albedo’s skill down before his ult, and he can’t aim with any of the archers

like i said he just taps buttons and hopes for the best

because of this he’s still at floor 6 in spiral abyss

[earliebirb]

nosedive

steve/tony, fluff, (newly) established relationship, 3250 words

Tony stares absentmindedly out the airplane window as he puts his phone up to his ear, watching people run back and forth, performing last-minute engine checks. Some of the guys look sweaty and out of breath.

From the comfort of the air-conditioned Stark Industries private jet, he feels a slight twinge of sympathy for the people having to suffer in the humid summer heat.

He loosens his tie and sinks deeply into his seat, closing his eyes with a massive yawn as he listens to the ringing tone. He hadn’t been able to sleep very well throughout his five-day stay in Tokyo, too anxious about the contract to rest properly. 

The ringing tone goes on for a few more seconds before ending with a click, replaced by an achingly familiar voice greeting him in his ear. 

“Hello?” 

Tony’s eyes spring open. Outside, an aircraft marshaller walks by, speaking rapidly into his walkie-talkie.

“I had a blueberry muffin for lunch today. One single blueberry muffin.”

“...What?”

“It didn’t even taste that good. I couldn’t finish it. Too dry.”

“Tony, that’s not good. Is that all you had for lunch? You should really eat—”

“The meeting went well, by the way. Mr. Watanabe finally signed the contract, everything went as planned. My ride to the airport, however…”

“I told you things would go smoothly, you had nothing to worry about. You’re a brilliant negotiator—”

“The traffic? Fuck. I had to keep shifting in my seat to avoid pins and needles.”

“That sounds awful, are your legs okay—”

“Did you know that Tokyo is number nineteen on the list of cities with the worst traffic congestion in the world? I know that, because I looked it up on the way to the airport. But boy, did it feel like it deserved the number one spot. I think I lost feeling in my ass.”

“I did not know that. And, uh, is your ass okay—”

“Thank God for my private jet. These plush seats are the best things I’ve ever spent my money on.”

“That’s objectively not true, and you know it—”

“Then again, I think these seats in particular were Pepper’s choice? We remodeled the airplane’s interior like… two years ago. I couldn’t be bothered to meet with the airplane seat people and I just told her to pick whichever looked best. I had much more important things to tend to, like sewing up the holes in JARVIS’s Christmas stocking.”

“I am concerned about how you sort your list of priorities—”

“Hm, that’s right. I think it was around two, three weeks before Christmas and I didn’t want JARVIS to be upset about the whole stocking thing, you know?”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t have—”

“Also, you’re right, the single blueberry muffin was a bad idea because now my stomach won’t shut up. So I’ve ordered some pasta for my in-flight meal. Robbie’s making it, you’ve met Robbie—”

“I’ve met Robbie, yes, he’s—”

“Larry’s replacement after he resigned. Gotta say, I was sad to see Larry go. Guy worked for me for seven years. But then there was that thing with his grandma, and he had to leave, so… But! Robbie makes a mean carbonara, maybe even better than Larry, don’t tell Larry I said that—”

“I don’t even know Larry like that, how would I—”

“Mr. Stark, we’re ready to go.” The pilot—Paul—emerges from the cockpit, staring at him in anticipation.

Tony nods and makes a few rapid gestures with his free hand that he supposes Paul is only able to interpret perfectly after years and years of working for Tony. The gestures roughly translate to something like “Copy, I hear you, just let me wrap this up and then I’ll let you know when I’m done. Capiche?”

Paul—bless him—just gives him a curt nod and retreats back into the cockpit. 

“Anyway,” Tony takes a deep breath and puffs his cheeks out with the exertion of his exhale, “I called because… I got a feeling, Steve.”

“A… feeling?”

“Just— A gut feeling. A feeling in your gut. Inside of me. Like a hunch?”

“Okay,” Steve says patiently, his voice low and warm, “what are you feeling?”

“I… got a bad feeling. Today. A few hours ago. The feeling came to me when I was sitting in traffic, and I just— I feel like something bad’s gonna happen today, Steve. I can feel it in the air. In my heart. In my gut. In my joints.”

“Your joints? Like… the feeling old people get when it’s about to rain?”

“Okay, maybe not in my joints. Also, are you calling me old, grandpa?”

“I did not, you told me you felt something in your—”

“Anyway, so yeah. Where was I? Oh, right. Feeling. Bad feeling. Like, like, I don’t know, something bad’s gonna happen. Like an accident. Like a plane crash.”

“God, please don’t say that. You’re scaring me, Tony.”

“And I guess, I just called because I… I feel like I need to do this before the plane crashes and I die a violent and fiery death.”

“Nothing bad’s going to happen, Tony—”

“Like, if I didn’t do this today, maybe I’d never get to do it, you know? And, uh, okay, I’ve honestly been ranting to stall for time, but the longer I keep it in the more nauseous I feel, so maybe I’m just gonna do it now so I can die in peace—”

“Do what? And stop saying that—”

“Look, I’m trying to be brave and honest here and— Wait, actually? Maybe I’m being a coward because if the plane actually does go down, I won’t have to face the consequences of my actions, so I guess I’m just going to say fuck it, and say that I love you.”

“The plane is not going to— Wait, what?”

“I, uh. Love you. I’ve known it for a while now. And, uh, I know we’ve only been dating for like, a week, but—” Tony blinks. They’ve only been dating for a week. 

“...Fuck.” Tony can feel his own pulse starting to race. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Tony?”

They’ve only been dating for a week. What is he doing? What the hell is wrong with him? Normal people don’t do this. 

“Fuck. Shit, I mean— Uh, I’m sorry. That was super weird, huh?” Tony laughs nervously. He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth and cursing his stupid brain. Of course it’s weird. He always gets too attached to people way too quickly. No wonder Pepper was his only long term relationship. She was the only person who could put up with him—everyone else just got weirded out. “Uh, see you tomorrow? Or not. Fuck, sorry, I’m just gonna hang up before this gets—”

“Tony, wait.”

“...Yeah?” Tony says, hyper-aware of how breathless he sounds. His heartbeat is ringing in his ears. Everything is going to be fine. Right? Right. The worst thing Steve could do is… break up with him.

Oh, God, that is the worst case scenario. He really should’ve just kept his stupid mouth shut. 

“Tony, are you freaking out? I feel like I can hear you freaking out from all the way over here.”

“No, I’m not, of course I’m not. Who says I’m freaking out? You have no proof. I am calm, I’m calm as a clam, is that the saying? Did I get it right? Or was it happy— Anyway, I am absolutely calm, I’m the calmest I could possibly be. Any calmer and I’d be asleep. I’m—”

“Tony. Breathe.”

Tony forces himself to drag in a slow breath as he grips the arm of his seat with his free hand, focusing on the soothing hum of the airplane’s engine.

“Look, Tony, I—”

“No, listen. I’m sorry I jumped the gun, I hope I haven’t weirded you out or anything. You really, really don’t have to say it back to me. I mean it.”

“Tony—”

“No, in fact— Please don’t say anything. It’s fine. Let’s just pretend this never happened, okay?”

“But—”

“Drop it, Steve. Please?” Tony pleads. Clearly, his brain hadn’t been firing on all cylinders. That is the only reason that could explain his temporary lapse of judgment. “Look, I feel like talking about it more right now is going to send me spiraling into a panic attack.”

“...Okay. Fine.”

“Thank you. Uh, I’ll see you when I get home. If I get home. If the plane doesn’t crash. Haha.”

“Would you please stop saying that? It’s not funny.”

Tony latches onto the change in topic like a lifeline. “It is objectively true, you know. In order for me to be able to see you tomorrow, the plane has to land safely, and unfortunately, some things are just beyond my control. Like, who’s to say the plane won’t explode mid-air and—”

“The plane is going to land safely and you’re going to come back home to me in one piece. This is non-negotiable, Tony. You hear me?” Steve demands, his voice all hard authority and no-nonsense, like there will be Consequences should Tony fail to comply. 

As if he could ensure Tony’s safety with the force of his willpower alone. 

Come back home to me. 

That sounds good. Really good. Tony closes his eyes and pictures Steve’s baby blues in his mind’s eye. Warmth flowers in his chest.

“I hear you.”

“Great.”

“Awesome. I, uh, I gotta go now.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow.”

“See you.”

Tony hangs up and lets Paul know that he is done with his phone call. The jittery feeling left over from his call with Steve refuses to leave him, however, so he pulls up the drawing application on his phone and begins sketching something just to give his brain something else to fixate on.

He tends to lose track of time when he is hyperfocused on a project, so he isn’t exactly surprised that the next time he becomes aware of his surroundings, the plane is already well up in the air, his sketch of what looks like a flying coffee pot is almost finished, and Robbie is placing a plate of spaghetti carbonara on the table in front of him. 

“Spaghetti carbonara. With extra cheese.”

Tony’s mouth waters as he eyes the mountain of grated Pecorino Romano sitting atop the pasta. He sighs dreamily and smiles up at Robbie.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Enjoy, Boss.” Robbie grins and slips back into the kitchen.

He only realizes just how truly famished he is after taking his first bite, and proceeds to finish the rest of his meal with gusto. Afterward, he spends the majority of the remaining flight time sleeping, the result of post-carbonara food coma and his sleep-deprivation finally catching up to him. 

It’s well past two in the morning when Tony finally makes it to his floor in the Tower, which is why he is surprised to see Steve sitting on his couch, one of Tony’s fantasy novels open in hand. 

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

Steve’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice. Tony frowns. “Actually, why are you awake at all?” He is usually an early sleeper, unless—

“Nightmare?” Tony gives him a sympathetic smile. It wouldn’t be the first time. In the early days of their friendship, Tony and Steve would sit together in the living room whenever they had trouble sleeping, talking to each other until the sun came up.

Steve shakes his head, closing the book with his eyes still trained on Tony. “No, I was just… waiting for you.” Tony blinks. 

“It’s…” Tony glances at his watch. “Half past two. In the morning.”

“I know, I just…” Steve stands up, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He ambles over before coming to a stop right in front of Tony. “I wanted to see you.”

Tony stares at him uncomprehendingly. “You’ll see me later anyway.”

“I couldn’t wait any longer. I didn’t want to go to sleep without seeing you first,” Steve says, low and earnest. His gaze wanders around Tony’s face, as if he were cataloguing each and every facial feature and trying to locate any changes he might’ve missed during his absence.

“Oh.”

Steve steps closer, arms snaking around Tony’s waist and pulling him close. His next words are whispered against Tony’s shoulder.

“I knew you’d make it home safely.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“You were wrong.”

“I was… wrong.” Tony swallows. “Uh, turns out the bad feeling completely disappeared after I woke up from my nap on the plane, so I suspect that perhaps the bad feeling I got was due to my severe hunger and sleep deprivation. I mean, I’ve heard about hallucinations caused by hunger or exhaustion, but this was—” 

Steve presses a soft kiss to the column of Tony’s neck, effectively cutting off Tony’s ramblings.

“Tony,” Steve whispers against his skin.

“Yeah?” Tony squeaks.

“Please don’t call me before a flight and say that you think the plane is going to crash, ever again.”

“Right. Noted. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Steve says, pulling away slightly and loosening his hold around Tony.

Tony allows himself to relax, letting out a quiet sigh. This thing with Steve is so new and delicate that every single physical contact still sends his heart fluttering, butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

Which makes, in retrospect, his abrupt love confession—as truthful as it was—that much more insane. God, Stark. Never do that again.

Except, it turns out that Steve only pulled away to slide his hands down the back of Tony’s thighs, wrapping his hands around them, and then lifting him up without warning.

Tony yelps, and in his alarm, promptly locks his ankles around Steve’s waist. When Steve begins moving, Tony quickly wraps his arms around Steve, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder.

“Uh, Steve?”

“Hm?” Steve says, calm and nonchalant, as he begins walking away from the elevator. 

“Um— Wait— My suitcase—”

“Leave it. It’ll still be there in the morning.”

Tony blinks, staring dumbfoundedly at his lonely suitcase, abandoned by the elevator. It becomes smaller and smaller with every step Steve takes. 

“Where are we going?”

“Your bedroom.”

“Why are you carrying me there?”

“Because I want to.”

“You know it’ll be faster if you just let me walk, right?”

“Maybe. But you won’t be in my arms.”

“Um.”

“Bear with me, will you? I missed you.”

“I, uh, missed you too.”

Steve hums, satisfied. Tony lets himself settle more comfortably in Steve’s arms.

When Steve has successfully carried him to his bedroom, Tony fully expects Steve to deposit him on the bed. 

That is not, in fact, what happens. 

Instead, Steve turns around and begins walking backwards towards the bed before sitting down on it. Tony, still seated on his lap, swallows and pulls back slightly to look at Steve. 

“Look, Steve, as much as I’ve missed you, I’m kind of tired right now. I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole carrying thing? Great. Very romantic. Ten out of ten. But I’m just not in the mood for sex, you know? Like, I’m not even sure I would be able to get it up if—”

“We’re not going to have sex.”

Tony blinks.

“We’re not?”

“We’re not. I’m just here to tuck you in.”

“Oh.”

Steve reaches up and begins undoing his tie. After setting it aside on the bed, he begins to unbutton Tony’s shirt. He takes his time, one button at a time.

“So…” Steve begins with a deep breath as he unbuttons the final button. “Did you mean, uh, what you said to me? On the phone?”

Tony closes his eyes, feels his own cheeks heating up. “Steve—”

“I’m sorry, Tony, I know you told me to drop it. But— I feel like if you did mean what you said, I owe it to you to… set the records straight.” When Tony opens his eyes again, Steve is looking up at him, blue eyes solemn.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… We have only been together for a week. Well, eight days. In fact, we’ve only been on one date. And it was interrupted. By giant lizards.” Steve chuckles incredulously. 

Tony remembers that day very well. They were in the middle of dessert at Tony’s favorite Italian place when they received the call to assemble—something about giant lizards wreaking havoc in Central Park.

The lizards had green, gunky blood that got into the nooks and crannies of the suit. It had taken forever to clean.

“But Tony…” Steve gathers the material of Tony’s unbuttoned shirt in both of his fists, pulling him closer until their noses are only inches apart.

The second their eyes meet, Steve smiles the sweet, lopsided smile that never fails to make Tony’s stomach flip.

“I need you to know that… I didn’t have to date you to know that I loved you. I figured that a long time ago.”

Tony stills, breath frozen in his lungs.

“I guess, what I’m saying is… I love you too. I’ve loved you for a very long time, Tony. Even way before—” Steve breaks eye contact, looks down as he clears his throat. When he speaks again, his voice is tight. “Way before we got together. I’m talking… years before.”

Tony still finds it hard to breathe. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, the word more breath than sound. He meets Tony’s dazed gaze. “So you don’t have to worry about… jumping the gun. Not with me. I’m in it for the long haul.”

“...Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Tony feels a lightness growing inside of him, spreading outwards to his extremities.

“Good.” Steve smiles, warm and impossibly fond.

“...Glad we’re on the same page.” Tony’s gaze drops down to Steve’s lips.

“We are.” Steve inches closer, nose brushing Tony’s. He then tilts his head ever so slightly and takes Tony’s lower lip between his, kissing him so tenderly Tony’s heart feels like it’s about to burst with it.

Steve’s warm hands slide up Tony’s naked back under his open shirt, sending goosebumps breaking across his skin. Tony buries his hands in Steve’s hair and relishes the feeling of the soft strands caught between his fingers. They stay caught up in each other for a few moments, capturing and releasing each other’s lips until the need for breath becomes too unbearable.

They break apart eventually, accompanied by soft chuckles. Steve smiles up at him, lips slick and cherry red, courtesy of Tony. He reaches up to caress Tony’s right eyebrow with the pad of his thumb, fleeting and affectionate.

“Get some rest, okay? You must be really tired. I should probably go to bed, too.”

Tony looks down at his lap, clearing his throat. “Uh, I know that we haven’t done this before, but…”

Steve waits patiently for Tony to gather his thoughts, hands stroking up and down Tony’s sides.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Tony finds the courage to meet Steve’s eyes, holding his breath.

Steve’s blue eyes are gazing at him intently, looking at him like he’s the only person in the world worth his sole, undivided attention.

Tony swallows. “No sex. Just to sleep. If you—”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“I would like that very much.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Tony feels his own lips slowly curve up into a smile, wide and unbridled. 

“Good.” Steve nods, lips twitching, his eyes never leaving Tony’s. 

Tony grins, feeling near giddy with delight. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

“We are, sweetheart.” Steve looks up at him, blue eyes fond and smile radiant. “We definitely are.”

[emilycollins00]

A3! If you were their roommate p.4

Hey! Last addition of these HC, enjoy! 💕

                                                ❄Winter❄

Hisoka

When you first met him you really thought he had some medical condition because who the hell SLEEPS THAT MUCH.

He’s a mystery. Changes jobs like the weather and even when you feel like you know him, he still surprises you with some new skill.

Surprisingly tidy, though you have to alure him to do his chores from time to time.

You two have the same favorite spot on the couch and always try to steal it from each other whenever one gets up.

“I left Penpen on the seat.” 

“Penpen doesn’t have a say in this.”

After being roomates with Hisoka nothing will scare you anymore. You come home late and there’s a body laying on the floor? Hisoka. You wake up running out of time and there’s a lump resting on the sink? Hisoka.

“Hisoka, you pay to have your own room and bed, you know that right.”

“Comfier…here…”

Because he usually doesn’t have anything in his pantry other than marshmallows, you have to force him to go grocery shopping with you.

Tasuku

Walks around the apartment shirtless.

First to wake up. He does some stretches and then leaves for his daily jog or to the gym. 

Tends to offer joining him more times than you’d like so insert here multiple varieties of “Thanks buddy, but I rather not go out at 5AM on a Saturday.” 

Forgets to knock on your door or bathroom from time to time, especially if he has a script in hand.

Also uses too much sport dehodorant and protein powder in your opinion.

Doesn’t watch that much TV unless there’s a football match, a movie for a play or you just pest him to join you.

You sometimes arrive at the apartment and notice Tasuku is still in character from one of his plays. You think it’s hilarious and because of that, have more than once recorded him while talking to himself.

Tasuku doesn’t find it as funny as you do.

The one in charge of repairing the sink or figuring out why the dryer isn’t drying while you hold the lantern.

Azuma

Distributing chores who? This man full SUGEST hiring a housekeeper.

“Fufu it’s okay Y/N, I will take care of the expenses.”

“You are SO far from understanding what’s bothering me.”

Your apartment could absolutely be in the front cover of a fashion magazine- The decor is?? The bathroom is full of creams and hair products. Even the air smells nice in there.

Azuma doesn’t really cook, so options are either you or take outs.

He’s also not much of an outdoor type of person but enjoys boardgames and playing cards with you. 

Shares with you the majority of the presents he’s given from his clients and likes to celebrate your accomplishments by gifting you things or inviting you to different trips because why not.

Long night talks while drinking wine, tea, or cocoa are a thing. Azuma brings an aura of maturity and stability to the apartment that showers you with a sense of calm. 

You can ask him about any topic or struggle and he will be down to seat and talk about it. If you’re more of a shy and reserved person, he will also respect your need for privacy and let you be.

Tsumugi

Honestly feels like living with your grandma. A pretty chill and comfortable roommate to have, no issues here.

Every morning there’s a drowzy exchange based on nods and grunts while sipping coffee because neither of you are fully awake.

Also Tsumugi has the craziest bed-head.

The tiny terrace of the apartment has become a fairy garden with differents flower pots growing and vines all over the walls.

Still new to the whole digital era, he asks a lot for your help.

“Thanks Y/N, I couldn’t figure out how to get them to enter the zoom call and it’s almost time.”

“No problem- oh hey guys! Go easy on Tsumugi-sensei today, ‘kay? He was fighting with the computer for one hour until-”

“Y/N!”

At first you used to bet on rock paper scissor to decide small stuff but you banned it because it was always you who lost.

You two don’t go out much, but if you are free, he’ll suggest to go watch any play in Veludo and then have some drinks, which usually ends with him getting tipsy and you spending the way back to the apartment hearing agreeing on his heated analyses of the play.

Homare

Being roommates with this man intensifies e v e r y t h i n g.

The whole apartment has been decorated with the most extravagant things brought by the two of you.

“Homare! I just found a lamp that has a flamingo stand!”

“MARVELOUS”

Everytime any of you sing or rap, the other just has to dramatically harmonize or answer with another rap, even if you are on the other side apartment. 

Homare has absolutely no idea how to do chores, but will do his best and ends up enjoying it.

This does not translate to being well done job.

“Ah, welcome back, Y/N! I shall have you notice I did all of our laundry!”

“Please tell me you separated the clothes, please tell me you separated the clothes, please tell me you-”

Declares himself excited your assistant if you two decide to cook together a.k.a he’ll start making poems as you cook and he works on the three carrots you let him peal.

Will take you along to all of his author galas as his partner. “Y/N, dress to the nines, we are going to an event, dinner is on me!”

Guy

He’s a low maintenance roommate. Simple. Minimalist.

Guy is generally pretty organised and neat. He doesn’t have many things, in fact most of the apartment interior and decor is yours.

Tends to keep his space from you.

Not because he doesn’t enjoy your company- on the contrary he enjoys being with you and exchanging your how your day has been- he just thinks having your own personal space is important.

Likes to brew tea in the mornings and tends to offer making some whenever you feel like drinking.

Always texts you the time he’s coming back home so you don’t worry.

You don’t know how he does it, but if there’s anything you forgot to buy like paper, detergent… you always find he bought some just in case.

You are able to discuss anything you might be having trouble with and Guy will listen earnestly. May not always have or be able to offer a solution, but he’s there whenever you need an ear.

______________________________________________________

Hope you enjoyed it! Hope you all have a wonderful day! 💕

🌸 Spring troupe as your roommates!

🔆 Summer troupe as your roommates!

🍁 Autumn troupe as your roommates!

[tcsauaskblog]

I'm not sure if you already explained this in the same story, but I'm curious, what exactly happened to Donald the day of the barn incident? (I mean what broke him mentally, I know exactly what happened, but what was the cause)

Funny enough, this was one of the few times where there wasnt a catalyst that brought the event on.

Sometimes, the bad brain juice just starts pumping for no reason, and that day, there wasn't anything to smooth out the creases in Donald's anxiety filled mind.

You could probably make the excuse that it was a bunch of little things that piled up in Donald's head, that caused him to have the meltdown he did.

The bad dream of his parents car accident the night before. The rip in his good shirt. The failed English test at school. The rainy weather. There could have been any number of reasons that added up to a mental load that Donald could no longer carry.

But sometimes, the self hate and heavy thoughts are just an arm length away, always there, without Donald having to reach far for it. And sometimes you just wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and those mean little voices that Donald tries so hard to ignore and push down every day seem a little bit more resilient than usual, and Donalds tired, so he doesn't fight them as hard as he should. So they linger, and protrude and poke and point out every flaw they can throughout the day.

Like how he isnt good enough. How he'll never be good enough. He can't live up to his parents expectations. He can't Lookout for his sister and cousins the way he should. Hes not useful or needed or wanted and hes just a big burden thats in the way.

And oh God, how hes just so, so angry, all the time. No normal person can ever be this angry right? Any what does he even have to be angry about anyway? Hes got a roof over his head, food on the table, a shirt on his back and probably the best family and friends someone like him could ever ask for so why... why does his heart race like this? Why does his hands shake, and his vision go red and his chest hurt like he'll never be able to breathe normally again?

Most the time, he can ignore it. Most the time, he can distract himself with Della's antics and Gladstone's prodding and Fethry's endless knock-knock jokes and most the time he can just let himself be buoyed along with their shenanigans and joy. Let himself be distracted from the rage thats always half cooked in the boiling pot that is his chest and ignore the mean voices in his head and forget that self hating little conga line thats on constant repeat in his heart.

But Della had stayed after school to work on a history project with a friend, and Gladstone said that he had a date to get to, and Fethry said that one of the barn cats gave birth the other day, so he wanted to hang around the kittens and take care of the mama a bit before the storm hit, and suddenly all the mean thoughts felt louder when he was left alone.

Felt louder when he actually had the time and quiet to be able to hear them.

And sometimes the rage is mind numbing, Donald often finding gaps in his memory after certain fits reach a point that his sanity can no longer account for his he just... he blanks. He blacks out and usually comes to with someone cooing soft words of reassurance to him, to relax him, to pull him back from that dark curtain blanketed over his rationality.

But sometimes... sometimes Donald is present. He's fully aware of the red blurring into his vision, of the dark cloud forming over his head. And he has to make the conscious decision that whatever it is thats about to happen, he has to be somewhere where his cousins won't easily walk in on him and somehow get caught in the crossfire.

He thinks, if he had to explain it, that it works like how a panic attack comes on. Most of the time, its just something random, something you wouldn't even think of as triggering at first, that sets it off. But once it starts, you have about a minute to compartmentalize that

1) you're having a panic attack.

2) its probably gonna be bad, so sit down in a place that you can be safe for awhile while you break down

3) if you can, let people that you trust know that you're having a panic attack and go from there

Donald can feel the anger come on like a curtain slowly falling. Hes too tired to fight it, too tired to try and ignore the pain it cause and just how right those little mean voices are sounding. So he makes the conscious effort to move, get out of the house now. Go to the empty barn, the one Fethry isn't in.

He doesn't bother shutting the barn door, he can't think that far ahead. All he manage to focus on is putting one foot in front of the other and matching a gulping breath with each step. His hands are already shaking and his eyes are going blurry with fear leaden tears by the time he reaches one of the old broken down bailers.

His heart his pounding hard enough to leave bruising when he takes an involuntary swing with his fist. His knuckles connect with something metal and sharp and red is suddenly everywhere. He sucks in a sharp inhale when an explosion of pain blooms across his hand but one of those loud voices in his head says he probably deserves it. And it sounds so convincing that Donald doesn't think twice about disagreeing before he takes another, angry swing.

And another one.

And another one.

He loses track now, but he's present for all of it. Theres a rational voice somewhere thrown in the mix that he should probably stop. That this was dangerous. That his family would be worried about the state he was in if they saw him. But its drowned out. Barely audible above all the other thoughts circling in his head.

What did it matter anyway? He was already so pathetic. This wasn't new for Donald, the kid who couldn't do anything right. A couple of punches to get some small micro aggressions out were nothing in the long run. As long as Donald didn't hurt anyone, didn't hurt or scare his family, then it was fine. He could smack around the broken farm equipment for a few minutes or an hour or two, and the few scraps and cuts and bloodstained fists along the way were nothing to worry about.

He'd wait the anger out. Let it have its way with him. Let the storm pass over and deal with the consequences of his actions later. It would be fine.

If he was the only one who got hurt, then it would all be fine.

[comfortwriting]

I Prefer You - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem reader 

Masterlist , Request Rules , Writing Prompts

About: The reader is best friends with the Weasley twins, whilst studying with them, Cedric Diggory shows up and confesses his love for her. Little does the reader know, Fred is also in love with her. She finds herself having to deal with Fred and Cedric competing for her love and in the end she has to choose one.

Warnings: love triangle, major fluff! 

“I wish he’d stop staring at you” Fred huffed, staring at the popular Hufflepuff student who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

George looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Cedric, turning back around and tapping the book you were reading. 

“He’s been at it since you bloody walked in.” George spoke up, trying his best to not notify the whole library. 

You smirked and stopped focusing on your DADA homework, looking up you caught Cedric’s glance, his pearly white teeth twinkling as he smiled, his grey eyes radiating love towards you. You smiled back and waved at him, looking back down at your work and chuckling.

Fred didn’t like the way you looked at Cedric, in fact he hated it, he hated that Cedric had to be staring at you and not his handful of fangirls that constantly flocked around him everywhere he went. 

“Oh do give over” Fred huffed again, looking at you “you can’t be seriously entertaining that air head.” 

You looked up from your work again and looked at Fred, his facial expression hardened and you could tell that he was in no mood to joke around, you opened your mouth to ask what his problem was but Cedric had already walked over to you, practicing his lines. 

“Y/N, may I have a word?” Cedric asked politely, his soft voice almost putting you in a trance. 

“Whatever you’ve got to say just spit it out, Ced.” Fred interrupted, fidgeting in his chair.

George smirked “Yeah, Ced. What's the big deal?”

Cedric pursed his lips trying not to laugh, he knew the twins were doing this on purpose but he wouldn't allow them to get in the way of what he wanted, even if they had more influence over you than he did.

Cedric looked at Fred and George and nodded “Alright then” he cleared his throat and looked back at you “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend on a date.” 

The four of you went silent for a moment, Fred’s heart rate elevated and he felt like jumping out of his chair and battering Cedric for making a move on his girl - but then Fred realised that he had never told you how he felt, he always assumed the two of you would have a moment but it never happened and it certainly wouldn't now thanks to Cedric. 

George stared at his brother, preparing himself to hold him back if he tried to go for Cedric, and you - you were sat in your chair feeling flattered that someone had asked such a thing, that someone saw something in you for the first time. After all, you were hoping Fred would gain feelings for you like you did for him, but in your mind, Fred wasn’t interested in being anything more than best friends. 

You blushed and nodded “I would love to” you smiled back at Cedric, cracking Fred’s heart.

Cedric chuckled and licked his lips, nodding his head, looking incredibly proud with himself “I’ll see you Saturday” he replied, walking away. 

“And in class!” you reminded him, shaking your head and closing your book. 

Five days, you had five days until your big date with Cedric and funnily enough, Fred was more nervous than you were. 

“Are you actually going with him?” Fred asked, stabbing his slice of chicken breast with his fork. 

You could tell Fred was irritated, annoyed, but you couldn’t understand why. You thought after all the other people you had brought up he would finally approve of the student who went ahead and made a move on you. 

You looked at Fred and swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin juice, you placed your Goblet back down on the table. “I said yes didn’t I? Why are you so bothered about it, Fred?” 

George nudged Fred and whispered in his ear “just tell her, Freddie.”

You looked at Fred and started to slice your own chicken breast into strips “tell me what?” you shoved a strip into your mouth and started to chew.

Fred sighed and gave in, looking at George before focusing on you. “I fancy you alright, I’ve been after you since third year and as soon as that plonker shows up you’re all giggly.”

You inhaled a few dry strings of skin from the chicken breast, causing you to choke, you grabbed your goblet and downed some more juice, washing down the bits that got stuck in your throat. 

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you hissed at Fred “I fancy you too!” 

You didn’t mean to let that last part slip but it was already too late. 

Fred’s face turned into a massive grin, he put down his knife and fork “do you really?” 

You nodded your head and continued to eat your breakfast. 

“Brilliant, cancel your date with Cedric and we’ll go instead.” Fred looked over at the Hufflepuff table and laughed at Cedric gently buttering his toast.

You shook your head and grinned back at Fred, your plate almost empty. “No” you replied “if you want me you’ve got to prove it.” 

From Monday onwards Fred and Cedric went head to head with one another, constantly trying to one up each other and increasing how much love they were showering over you. Cedric didn’t give up all because Fred entered the picture and Fred didn’t give up as Saturday got closer.

Four Days

Walking over to you bed your jaw dropped, bouquet's of flowers littered your quilt covers and rested against your pillows, you were surrounded by sunflowers and  yellow roses, all of which were from Cedric - the yellow notes representing his house. 

As much as you loved the sentiment, flowers weren't really your thing - sure they were gorgeous and they brought you light when you looked at them but it didn’t make you double over in laughter like Fred did and everything he did for you. Instead of flowers and detailed love letters, Fred didn’t gift you anything except his biggest and most comfy jumper that his mother knitted, he also gave you his time and effort. 

You walked into the great hall wearing Fred’s jumper, his ego boosting and Cedric’s crumbling. 

“You look stunning in my clothes” Fred smirked, taking a bite out of his toast.

You blushed and sat next to him “I want more than just your jumper.”

Three Days

As much as Cedric wanted to, he didn’t have as much time as Fred - well he did - but he spent that time studying, going to extra classes and entertaining his fanbase. The only time you got with Cedric was in Herbology, he tried getting to know you better, asking you about your interests but he couldn’t make you laugh, he didn’t understand your humour. 

“I don’t understand” Cedric replied “is that supposed to be funny?”

You sighed and shook your head “it doesn’t matter, don’t sweat it Ced.”

Two Days

You and Fred bunked a few classes and went off to Hogsmeade, going crazy in Honey Dukes and even cuddling up together and sharing a Butterbeer to keep yourselves warm. The two of you stayed up all night, winding up Mr Filch and Mrs Norris, you even went into Snape’s personal stores and stole the ingredients to make a Poly Juice potion, transforming yourselves into Draco and Pansy to get them into more trouble. 

“On second thoughts, I don’t think you’re that pretty.” Fred grimaced at you.

You stared at him and walked over to him, pulling out one of his platinum blonde hairs “could say the same thing about you” you joked, both of you waiting for the potion to wear off.

One Day

“You looking forward to tomorrow then?” Fred smirked, seeing you groan in pain.

You shook your head “it’s going to be unbearable, he’s can’t make me laugh, he’s too soft, can’t take joke. I feel like he gets scared and takes things a bit too literally.”

Fred grinned and licked his lips “well I make you laugh all the time, wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve wet yourself because of me.” 

Rolling your eyes you looked over at the Hufflepuff table again, Cedric talking with his fanbase. 

“He’s got more than enough options, the majority of them girls are better suited for him than me.” 

You turned your focus back to your food and took a bite out of your sandwich.

“Aright then, if you’ve got it all figured out go and tell him.” Fred encouraged you, his ego shinning through, George just wanting the two of you to shut up and be together already. 

You knew Fred was testing you again and you didn’t want to back down, after Cedric’s offer, you and Fred were finally heading where you always wanted, you felt yourself itching for him, hungry for him, you wanted him - the more you wanted him, the less you wanted Cedric, the less the popular Hufflepuff lad stood out to you. 

“Okay then, watch me.” 

Standing up, you left your table and walked over to Cedric, his fangirls instantly looking appalled to be in your presence. You tapped him on the shoulder, Cedric turned around and smiled searching your face. 

“Y/N” his face fell when he noticed you were still wearing Fred’s jumper.

“Ced - Cedric, I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind about tomorrow.”

The infatuated girls around him started to smile, suddenly enjoying you being around. Cedric looked upset but then again you couldn’t read into him like you could Fred, you realised that you barely knew Cedric at all - he was sending love letters and flowers to a girl he didn’t know at all.

“She’s taking her bloody time isn’t she?” George spoke up watching you.

“Shut up” Fred shushed him “wait for it”

You smiled slightly and looked at Cho for a moment who was sitting with her friends “you should ask Cho, I know she sees something in you.”

“She’s done it” Fred smirked “she’s actually done it.”

Saturday

“I still can’t believe you nearly ended up with that toss-pot.” Fred laughed, grabbing some black pepper imps. 

You grabbed some Chocolate Frogs “it’s a good job that I prefer you” holding his free hand the two of you shared a moment.

The overcrowded sweet shop suddenly felt empty, as if it were only you and Fred inside. Getting on your tiptoes and leaned in and Fred accepted, the two of you sharing the first kiss of many. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Fred grinned and licked his lips, bringing his hand up to your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I feel like such an idiot for not telling you sooner” Fred shook his head “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything either”

“I was sort of just waiting for it to happen, I suppose we’ve got Cedric to thank for that.”

Taglist: @reeophidian , @amourtentiaa

[raeandwhatnot]

Distant- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: Charlie has been distant and you finally let out your thoughts.

Warnings: Angst.. a lot of it, but it has a nice ending!

Request: yes (x) no () “This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it.” “How does that make it okay?”

Words: 2.3k

A/N: I would like to clarify that I don’t think Charlie ever do this; this is purely fiction! Just like any other imagine! Also, you wanna request an imagine, imbox me! check out the prompt list of you need inspiration!

“I’m going to be at Owen’s tonight,” Charlie announced as he was packing his backpack for the day. I look up at him in disbelief. We have been married for almost a year, and for these past three months, I have woken up almost every day to him not by my side. I understand that he is busy with work and filming. I understand that he needs a guy’s night sometimes. But he is about to leave for a whole day and not even bother coming home.

“Why?” I ask.

Charlie let’s out a frustrated sigh, “I just want a guy’s night.” I scoff and look back at my morning coffee. “What?” he asks, hearing my reaction to what he said.

“Charlie, you’ve had a guy’s night almost every day this week! Will you at least be home for dinner?” I question.

He stops packing his bag to look at me. “No, (Y/N). I’m going to his right after work. You know this,” he says, placing a hand on his hip.

I could feel the anger growing inside me that has been slowing building over these past few months. “Fine,” I state, finishing my coffee and place the mug into the sink.

I hear Charlie walk closer to me, “Okay, what’s wrong?”

I keep my back towards him because I couldn’t even think of looking him in the face right now. “Nothing,” I mumble. “Have a good day.”

I start walking towards our room before Charlie grabs my arm to make me stop. “No! Something is wrong! What is it?” he asks, raising his voice a little.

Tears started to brew in my eyes slightly. I tug my arm out of his grasp and look at him, “Why don’t you take a guess, Charlie?! Why could I be so upset?!”

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking, (Y/N)!” he says, analyzing my face. He then looks straight into my eyes as a tear dropped on my cheek. He furrows his eyebrows and places his hand on my cheek to wipe the tear away. “You’re crying!”

I take his hand off of my face as more tears started to fall. “Please, come home tonight,” I whisper.

“Babe, I just said I was going to Owen’s,” Charlie whispers as well, reaching to wipe more of my tears.

Before he could reach my face, I back away. “And that’s the problem!” I shout. The anger that has been swelling up in me is finally coming out, and I didn’t know how to control it or let it out in a calmly manner. “Charlie, you are never home anymore! I have been eating alone for a while now, and I have been going to bed alone because you are at Owen’s! ”

Charlie shakes his head, “Babe, you know I work these long hours. Sometimes I need guy time! We’ve talked about this! This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it.”

“Are you kidding me?!” I shout. “I understand all of that, but what about having time together?! We haven’t had dinner together in two and a half months! And how does that make it okay?! How does that make it okay to leave your wife alone all the time?! Do you understand how lonely I am feeling?”

I stare at Charlie, finishing my statement of emotions. He had a shocked expression on his face as if he didn’t know that he has been doing this. Tears were now forming in his eyes.

“I am.. so sorry, (Y/N). I had no idea,” Charlie whispers, stepping closer only for me to take another step back.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Charlie. You have been leaving your wife alone for three months, and you didn’t even notice. Does this marriage even matter to you anymore?” I cry. There was a moment of silence as both of us had tears running down our faces. Charlie’s mouth kept opening and closing, not knowing what to say. “Whatever, I am going to Jeremy and Carolynn’s. Have fun at work,” I mumble.

I walk quickly to the door, slipping on my shoes and grab my keys. I heard Charlie protesting for me to stop and to come back, but I couldn’t look at him anymore. I was so upset and angry to continue speaking to him. I get in my car and drive away to our friend’s house.

***

I pull into the driveway of Jeremy and Carolynn’s house, sobbing uncontrollably. I texted Carolynn that I was on my way and that I wanted to hang out for the day. I slowly climbed out of the car and walked to their front door to ring the doorbell. I few seconds later, Care opens the door. Once she noticed my tear stained, red cheeks, she pulls me into a hug. “Oh my goodness, what happened?!” she questions, rubbing my back.

I pull away from the hug to wipe away the tears with my sleeve. “Charlie and I had a fight. I finally told him how lonely I was because he’s never home,” I whimper, more tears threatening to fall. “He didn’t even notice, Care,” I cry out.

“Oh, sweetie,” Carolynn whispers, pulling me back into a hug. I sobbed quietly in her shoulder. I suddenly hear footsteps coming from inside the house. I look up from Carolynn’s shoulder to see Jeremy standing behind her. I pull away from the hug to wave at Jeremy. He doesn’t say anything, but instead he too pulls me into a hug.

“Everything will be okay. Charlie will come to his senses,” Jeremy whispers in my ear. I nod my head and pull away from his grasp. Jeremy steps to the side to let me into their house. “I am on my way to set. I will see you later. I love you,” he says, giving Carolynn a kiss on the cheek. Care says her goodbyes and closes the door. I plop myself on the couch and grab a blanket nearby to let it cover my legs.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Care asks, sitting down next to me on the couch.

I let out a heavy sigh, “Yeah, I just need to vent.”

“I’m all ears, (Y/N/N),” Care says.

I tell her everything that happened just an hour ago. I tell her that Charlie was going to be at Owen’s again for the 5th night in a row, leaving me alone again. I tell her how frustrated I have been with him that he hasn’t even payed the slightest attention to me. I tell her that I have cried myself to sleep because I miss his arms around me at night sometimes. I tell her everything.

“Do I sound selfish for all of this?” I ask quietly. I had finally stopped crying. My eyes were burning from how much crying I have done.

“(Y/N), you are not selfish at all!” Carolynn says. “Charlie married you for a reason, and he isn’t keeping the promises he made to you. He is 100% in the wrong, and he needs to make up for it!”

I shake my head, “I’m not going to work for it if he’s not going to. I’m tired of trying to keep making this work. Maybe this whole marriage thing was a mistake.” I look at my left hand, fiddling with my ring.

“No, (Y/N)!” Carolynn protests. “It’s only been almost a year! You guys can get through this and fix it! Please, don’t give up!”

“Why? Why should I not give up?” I frustratingly ask.

“Because you both love each other so much. I know this is awful and frustrating, but you guys need to communicate so you can fix this,” Carolynn advises.

“Well, he has a funny way of showing that he loves me, recently,” I mumble.

There was a pause in the conversation to let everything sink in. I think Carolynn knew that she shouldn’t push it too much. “Let’s have a spa day. Let’s do facemasks, paint our nails, and watch comedy movies to make this day better,” Care says, standing up with a big smile on her face.

I look up to see her bright face. I slightly smile at her positivity. “That sounds wonderful,” I say. Care claps her hands and runs to get the spa stuff.

***

Hours pass and Carolynn and I’s spa day had come to an end. My stomach was growling to let me know that I needed food. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” Carolynn asks.

I shake my head, “It’s okay, Care. I have leftovers waiting for me at my house.” Care cocks her head to the side, not believing that it was okay to go back home. “I’ll be fine. I promise. I am a little nervous to go home, but it’s okay. I need to go home eventually.”

Carolynn gives me a sympathy smile. “Okay, if you say so. Text me when you get home,” she says, pulling me into one last hug before I go.

I wave goodbye before climbing into my car. I let out a heavy sigh, starting the engine to drive back home. I don’t put on any music like I normally do. I drive in silence. About a half an hour later, I arrived back home. I saw that Charlie’s car wasn’t in the driveway which didn’t surprise me, but my heart still dropped at the sight of it not being there. I get out of the car and go to the front door to unlock it. I stop my tracks as I could hear music coming from inside. I listen closely, but I couldn’t make out the song. I slightly twist the door knob to see it was unlocked. I slowly open the door and peak inside. The song started to be clearer as I open the door, and I realized that it was Charlie and I’s song. It was Everything She Does is Magic covered by Sleeping at Last.

As I open the door fully, I saw Charlie standing in the kitchen. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was cooking something on the stove, and it smelled delicious. Charlie turns around to see me frozen at the front door. “Hey, you’re home!” he exclaims, a smile forming on his face. I slowly put my keys on the key holder and take off my shoes, still staring at Charlie.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I am cooking dinner for my wife,” Charlie says, turning back to the stove.

I tilt my head to the side, confused, “But.. but I thought you were going to Owen’s tonight?”

Charlie covers the pot and walks over to me. “I told him that I need to spend time with my wife tonight,” he says, taking my hands into his. I could feel my heart pounding. He squeezes my hands before he continues to speak. “I have been a total dick towards you, and I don’t think I could apologize enough to earn your forgiveness. I totally understand that. I shouldn’t have been leaving you alone so many times, and I can’t believe that I let myself do that to you. I can’t believe I didn’t realize how lonely you were. I shouldn’t earn your forgiveness, but I can’t imagine you not in my life. This marriage does matter to me! I’m truly, deeply, immensely, sorry, (Y/N).”

This time, Charlie’s eyes were brewing with tears as he was talking. I could see the guilt painted on his face. I could tell how sincerely sorry he was. As I was analyzing his face, I could tell that he was wanting me to say something. However, I am speechless, so I pulled Charlie into a big hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist. I rub his head as he slightly sobs in my neck. I pull away, keeping my hands wrapped around his neck.

“I don’t think I can describe how hurt I have been feeling these past few months. I felt like you didn’t want to be with me anymore, so you avoided me by not coming home or coming home super late. I know you film late at times, but there wouldn’t be a text if you would come late because of filming or hanging out with Owen or Jeremy. We need to communicate better, and I would appreciate it if you would at least spend time with me,” I rant.

Charlie let’s go of my waist and places his hands on my face. “Of course, (Y/N). I should have been doing that anyway. I used to spend time with you and let you know when I was coming home. I don’t know if it’s because how stressed I have been with filming that I got out of routine, but I shouldn’t have stopped. I’m so, so, so sorry. I will work on it; we can fix this,” he says, placing his forehead onto mine.

I then take my hands and place them on his cheeks as well, wiping away his tears. “Thank you,” I whisper. I bend his head down to kiss him on the forehead. Charlie pulls me into another tight hug, rubbing my back. I pull away and grab Charlie’s hands. “Wait, where is your car?”

“Oh, it’s at our neighbors across from us. I wanted to surprise you by being here tonight, and I didn’t want you to know I was here. Which probably wasn’t the best choice, but I wanted to make you dinner to slightly make up for my absence. There is a lot of making up I need to do,” Charlie explains.

“I won’t deny that,” I joke, but at the same time am serious. “Is dinner ready?” I question.

Charlie chuckles, “Yes! Let’s eat!” He keeps holding my hand and tugs me to the kitchen. He grabs two plates and starts dishing up our meal. I grab cubs to fill them with ice and water. We sit down at our designated spots at the table and have dinner together. This was the first dinner we have had in weeks, and I couldn’t have been happier to be sitting here with my husband.

[moonyswriting]

Pride

Happy Pride Month everyone! Whether you queer or questioning, closeted or out, I am so proud of you, you are valid and perfect! Remember that you never have to come out if you don’t want to. You’re not lying to anyone if you don’t. You don’t owe them to come out. Only do it if you want to. Also remember that labels can stay forever or can change and both is perfectly normal. You're fantastic the way you are. <3

So, I managed to write a pride fic for the first day of pride month! yay me. I hope you like it :)

Thank you for the idea @moonofthenight

Characters by @lumosinlove

When Pascal came into their living room it had never looked more colourful, but it had also not looked this messy in a long time. There was tape on all four sides of the table, paper and little paper cut outs all over the floor and in the middle of everything, all his four children, looking like deer in the headlights.

“What happened?”, he asked slowly. There would be a reasonable explanation for all of this, he was sure. Celeste had probably helped and they would clean everything back up in no time, leaving no trace of a mess before the team came over for dinner tonight.

Adele shuffled over looking at the floor. “Um,” she stared before glazing back at her siblings, who nodded at her encouragingly. “So, we decided to make some things for the others. You know, since you’re having that Pride Party tonight? We thought we’d make little gifts for the team.”

Oh, Pascal’s heart was already a puddle. “You-”, he stared, but couldn’t continue. He had questioned a lot if he should have raised his children differently, more open to the rainbow or attractions and genders (or lack thereof) that was out there, but this made him feel like he and Celeste had at least done some things right.

Pascal only realised he hadn’t properly said anything yet when Katie rushed towards him, hugging his hip. “Please don’t be mad. I promise, we’ll clean it all up. Mama said she’d help us!”, the big eyes of his youngest daughter stared up at him, guilty, but hopeful.

“I’m not mad, mon chou.”, picking her up, he turned towards the other three, still standing in front of him. “Not at any of you. This is an incredible idea! The team will love them. Thank you so much, it’s really thoughtful.” Leaning down, he placed a kiss on each of his childrens’ foreheads, including Katie’s before setting her down to get back to the others. Celeste walked through the door the next moment, flowers of all colours in her hand.

“You found our little pride squad then?”she asked, walking past him and into the kitchen, probably to cut off the ends of the stems. “Don’t worry, I’ll help them clean up and we’ll be done before any of your teammates even leave their houses.”

His wife knew him too well. He hated when other people visited them and their house was messy. Of course there had been times where he couldn’t really keep it clean with four toddlers running around, but he still always tried and his family knew that and helped him. It wasn’t really that it bothered him that visitors could see that they were possibly not clean people, it was just the principle. He thought it should that they were prepared and anticipated someone’s visit. He never wanted them to think it was a bad time to visit because he would eventually excuse the mess. He always wanted everyone to feel welcome.

And that’s what tonight would be about. Making his team feel always welcomed and loved and accepted.

Celeste returned back to their dining room without the flowers, kissing Pacal’s cheek and then turning towards their children. “Did you show him what you made already?” they shook their heads but quickly climbed up onto chairs and sorted through the things they had made. “They’re all really cute, I already saw some of them.” Celeste whispered giddily into his ear, as excitement bloomed in his chest and they walked over to look at the crafts.

“Here!” Katie waved a piece of paper in the air and Pascal walked around the table to look at what she had made. SHe beamed up at him as she explained, “This is for Tremzy! And Harzy and Knutty! It’s a card and I drew Lo, Leo and Finn on the front, see!” The man took the card in his hands. There were three stick figures on it, the smallest with brown hair, the next one with bright red hair and the last, taller than the other with yellow hair. In the back there were blue, red and black dots. “Why did you use those colours, ma petite?” He did have an idea, but with the many coloured pens on the table it could have just been a coincidence.

He could see Katie look over to Adele and Marc, before her eyes met his again. “Del and Marc said that those are the colours when you have more than one love and Logan has Finn and Leo, so they said I should use those. They look good together right?” Pascal could see that he wasn’t the only one close to tears after glazing over at Celeste smiling brightly. “Yes, Katie, it looks beautiful. Lo, Leo and Finn will love it! Adele, Marc, thank you for helping your sister. I know that this will mean a lot to Logan.” then as if he couldn’t help but to add, “I’m also very proud of you for looking up pride flag colours. I’m really happy you're informing yourself about these topics. They’re important.”

They all smiled at him. Pascal went over to Louis next. “I made two! This one is a card for Olli and Del and Marc also helped me with colours, so it's black, grey, white and this really nice purple that Katie gave me. It didn’t really match the photo, but I liked it better than the really dark one. Do you think he’ll mind?” The fact that his youngest son actually looked concerned staring down at his work had a tear spilling over. He let out a wet chuckle. “Non, je pense qu’il va l'adorer, c’est parfait. For who is the green one?” Louis pulled it out from under his other one and now Pascal could see it was not just green. There were black, grey, white and purple stripes on it too. “It’s for Reg! See, it’s got these stripes and then I drew this heart above it, cause even though he doesn’t want a boyfriend like Siri, he still gets all the love he needs from me and Siri and you and Re and the rest of the team!” Celeste came over and placed a kiss on his cheek, “He loves you too, mon lapinou. They look amazing.”

He walked over to his older son, he didn’t know if he could be any prouder of them. “ I made one for Kasey, Nat and Alex.” Marc stated as he handed his father one of the cards he had made. There were three heads on it, one with long blond hair and hoop earrings, one with light brown hair to the shoulders and one with dark red hair, freckles filling up more of his face than the light pink his son had used for all their skin tones. Pascal was about to compliment it, when Marc gave him another one. “This one is for Nado and Kuny. I made it full of hearts in pan and bi colours, because you mentioned that once and I really hope it’s right.” before Pascal could even think his next thought a stack of cards was placed in his hands. “And then for some of then we didn’t know, but we didn’t want them to feel left out or asume, so I made some rainbow ones for Pots, Talker, Sergei, Timmers, Cookie, Bluey, Ringer, Volley, Wrangler, Sunny and Foxy.”

Pascal was a bit shaken, not only that his son even remembered everyone of his teammates, without missing a single one, but at him having crafted every single one of them a rainbow card. “They will all love them, I’m sure. They look incredible.”

He saw Adele look down at her cards and moving them slightly out of view. Frowning, he walked over to her, “Did you also make something, ma colombe?” She nodded, pulling out one of her cards and holding it up for him to see. It was beautiful. She had glued blue magazine cut outs on the top of the cards, which got lighter til they reached a white in the middle and to green ones at the bottom. Over it there was a heart which read “Some hockey players marry their PT, get over it” He didn’t know how she had thought of that, but it was true and funny and so Adele, Pascal had no choice but to love it.

“These are all perfect. Thank you so, so much for making them, they’ll all love them I’m sure. We can tell them to all sit down in the living room so you can give them their cards later, sounds good?” They all nodded, seemingly happy with the idea. “Now let’s clean up before they come here and don’t recognize the place, eh?” All of them nodded as they got up, Celeste telling them where to start and how to clean it.

Pascal moved to the kitchen with the tray of now empty glasses Celeste had no doubt gotten them earlier, when he heard something behind him. Once he had carefully placed down everything he turned around to see Adele standing in the kitchen, arms behind her back. He waited for her to speak for only a moment until she did. “So, you saw that we made cards for everyone, because they’re all great and we should let them know we love and support them, right?” Pascal nodded, letting her continue, “But there’s one more card I made,” Pascal had counted before, his children hadn’t forgotten a single one of his teammates, he had no clue what that last card could be for. “because it’s important that they know they’re loved right?” she continued, “that’s a really important part of all of this. So,” she slowly pulled out a card from behind her back, “this one is for exactly that. Just because someone’s not queer or questioning, doesn’t mean they’re not important this month. It’s not the main focus of it, of course, but having allies is a big part of being able to be proud of who they are for some people. I wanted to thank you for that. I could have gotten some homophobic dad like some of my classmates, but I’m really, really glad I got you.”

She handed him the card she had made, similar to the collage of magazines but in black and white stripes with a rainbow A covering it. He couldn’t help the wetness that gathered in his eyes again. And here he had thought the emotional stuff wouldn’t be until the team arrived. He walked forward and hugged his oldest daughter. “Thank you so, so much,” he whispered, since he didn’t trust himself with anything else to come out anywhere close to evenly, “Thank you, ma petite. I am so proud to have you as my daughter. You’re the best children I could have ever asked for.”

[wickednerdery]

Title: Save a Mobius, Ride a Loki Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Loki, Rick & Morty Pairing/character: Loki & Mobius, Rick & Morty Rating: FRM Summary: “Mobius, no!!” Notes: This is a continuation of The Great Loki and something that’s been stuck in my head since before Loki premiered I’ve been dying to write, so I have. Knowledge of Rick & Morty is helpful, but not required. This story has adult content, language, and violence. For length, etc, there’s a Read More:

Loki scans the desert, wary he’s ended up where he began; where the TVA first collected him. The whinnying of horses on the wind and outline of an American frontier town in the distance indicates this is unlikely, which is a relief. He takes a few steps, then stops and turns back. “What are you doing?”

Mobius sighs as he fusses with the TemPad. “Trying to figure out when and where we are.” He stumbles through the sand as he attempts to keep up with the god’s long strides. “There’s something wrong with the specs, the settings maybe…” Then a thought blooms in the back of his mind, compels him to ask. “You didn’t do anything to it, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Loki…” It’s gentle warning, reminder. The TVA isn’t done with him, he’ll not simply let Loki wander off.

The tone, implication of it, offends. “I didn’t do anything to your blasted device!” He storms off with his own suspicion and settles under a Joshua tree to examine the gun he lifted from the old man. 

Mobius plops beside him, undoing tie as the god shifts to share the shade. “I’m sorry I accused, it’s just…” He’s Loki.

Loki ignores in favor of moving on. “I think the portal gun moves across time and space. We’re in another dimension entirely, see?” He shows the tiny dials, settings, on the device. “Your TemPad won’t work, because it doesn’t exist here.”

If the TemPad doesn’t exist, then reason stands that the TVA doesn’t either and the thought is mind-blowing - terrifying and exciting both. Mobius lived his life with the understanding that the TVA, the Time-Keepers, existed everywhere and (in a way) at every time, and yet...He examines the gun for himself, then hands it back. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“Enough exposition for the readers then?”

“I guess so, I mean, we don’t want to bog them down in the...”

“Talky talky talky.” They say in unison. 

“So...how do we figure out where we are then?”

“I’ve a thought.” Loki gets up, starts in the direction of the town, with Mobius quick to catch up. As they carry on he waves hand to change their clothing according to what he suspects will be most appropriate.

“Did you just change my clothes?”

“Of course, how else did you expect us to fit in?”

“No, it’s nice…” The agent looks over the dark shirt, cowboy boots, before taking off the hat to examine. “Impressive...Just...why am I all in black?”

“Because I’m in white.”

“Yeah...But why are you in white and then, you know, I’m in black?”

“Maybe I want to change things up? Think that’s possible? ” It’s said sarcastically, but Loki himself isn’t sure it’s not true. 

Mobius smiles. “If anyone could do it, it’d be you.” 

When they arrive the god scans the rough wood buildings, the rougher looking citizens that stroll and spit in the streets, with growing smile. This is a place he can enjoy, regardless of where or when it is. Eyes follow a woman in threadbare silk, breasts nearly out, before they find the double-gun holster of her companion.

"What you grinnin’ at, Saddle-Bum?” When Loki laughs the man grows enraged, pulls his gun.

Mobius curses and scrambles as chaos breaks out, just managing to push the woman out of the way of the gunfire. He tucks them behind a pile of barrels that spill liquor as bullets fly. “Stay down.” As the dust settles he glances out. “Loki?” He’s not cross, only worried.

The god only smiles, triumphant over the local bleeding out on his back. “Ah, there you are, Mobius!” That’s a relief.

The woman begins to scream. “Oh my god! You shot the sheriff!!”

“But I did not shoot the deputy.” Loki tips his hat with a grin.

He should be angry, scared, but Mobius isn’t. Heart pounds not with fear, but at the possibilities. It’s one thing to study Loki, to interview and interact with him under controlled circumstances, but this is something entirely different. They’re off the proverbial reservation. This is a wild Loki and it’s thrilling. “This is crazy…” The corners of his lips lift in spite of himself as men drag the body away. “Lucky no one liked that sheriff.”

“Funny how often that happens.” Loki chuckles. “Shall we find a room then?”

“Two.”

“Mobius, really, I thought you would know better. If two beings are in this sort of scenario, there will only be one room and one bed available.”

"Come on, you really think the...powers that be are gonna pull that old trope out?”

Loki only chuckles as he swings saloon doors wide and cheers. “Your new sheriff is here!” The gunslingers, prospectors, and whores all turn and stare. Just stare. The god drops hands to hips, but smile remains. “Tough crowd.” He huffs his laugh, carries on to the bar. “May we have two glasses of your finest and two rooms please?”

“Sorry, just got the one available.”

“On, come on, really?” The agent is incredulous. “Did Loki put you up to this?”

The bartend and proprietor smirks. “You want the room or not?”

“The one room will do just fine, thank you,” Loki smiles out before grabbing the whole bottle rather than poured glass and heading towards a cards game. “Are you coming or not?”

It takes a moment to realize the saloon owner had no expectation of getting paid now, that Mobius was free to go to the table if he wished. He did and he did, settling beside Loki. “You know how to play this game?”

“I know how to play many games, from many different lands. Do you know how to play?”

“I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.” Not more than a few hands later he’s nearly all the pot to himself.

The god is thoroughly impressed. “You lied.” He smiles.

“Ahhh, what is a lie, anyway?” Mobius smiles back. “Just a...” He shrugs. “Reinterpretation of the truth.”

“You get that from your space lizard employers?”

“Nope.” He sets another winning hand on the table. “I got that from you.”

“Yer a cheat,” a player grumbles. “A liar and a cheat.” Mobius prepares to defend himself when the player turns to Loki. “And a lousy sheriff.” The god only laughs before the man grabs his wrist, digs into Loki’s jacket pocket, and pulls out an ace.

Guns cock in the men’s direction; one sighs, the other grins madly. 

“Loki, you weren’t even winning!” Mobius decries.

“Well I would have been, if you weren’t so good!” 

“Oh, so this is my fault?”

“Not completely.”

“Not remotely!”  The two men begin to devolve themselves into a shouting match, talking over each other as they plot an escape. “Are you ready?!”

“As I’ll ever be!”

“Good!”

“Great!”

Loki blasts the poker player holding his wrist along with two other gunslingers while Mobius socks the man beside him in the nose. It quickly escalates, spreads across the saloon like a tornado that draws in all manner of people around it. Chairs and bullets and glasses fly through the air. Mirrors and tables shatter, people scream, and through it all the god revels...and so does the agent. Until, that is, another gun fires from outside...Fast, futuristic, and deadly so both man and god hit the floor lest they get hit.

“I know you’re in there you portal gun stealing fuckers!” Rick rages from within his ship. It isn’t simply that they took his gun - they weren’t the first and he’d many - it was that he hadn’t discovered the theft soon enough. It was the hit to his ego. “Come out here now and maybe, maybe, I won’t squanch your ass!”

“Jesus, Rick, relax.” Morty doesn’t know why he bothers as his grandfather turns to berate him instead.

Loki pops up, begins to pull magic into his hands as Mobius braces on overturned table to stand. “Hide in the rafters” 

“The rafters?” Mobius looks up as Loki forms him an armored vest as precaution. “Are you kidding me? What in our history together makes you think I’m capable of something like that?”

“Then hide elsewhere, just let me handle the old man.” Loki gives overconfident wink.

Mobius sighs...This is it, this is how he dies… “I’ve a better idea.” He storms past Loki, strolls out into the street where the other two are still arguing in their ship.

“Mobius no!” Loki gives chase.

As you can see, Loki’s got no trouble slipping into new, chaotic, worlds and having a blast while Mobius takes a bit longer to find his footing - this may change as Mobius continues to travel and finds his own way of making things work. Because the rascals couldn’t manage to finish their cowboy tale in one go, there will be at least one more piece in this Wild West world...Hope y’all don’t mind, haha! (”Saddle-Bum” is an old west phrase meaning drifter.)

All gifs made found on Google, combined by me, credit goes to whoever their OG makers are!

Those who may read: @holykryptonitekitten @lady-crowned-with-stars @ultrarebelheart @chibiyanai @dreamsofapiratelife @biiskuitx @delightfulheartdream @antoniostarshadow13 @mobiusbmobius​@zippythewondersquirrel ...If you wish to be tagged in future pieces, please let me know!