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friendly-books · 1 year ago

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Dresden files Grave Peril live blog

Grave Peril

Michael! Weird how he’s just now showing up in book 3

Michael is a Harry/Susan shipper

I’m with Michael. Harry should tell Susan that he loves her

Who’s Elaine?

Not the maternity ward :(

Harry fighting a ghost is cool

Poor Agatha Hagglethorn and her daughter :(

Why does Harry think his soul is bad?

Trip to the Nevernever. Oh am I going to meet Lea?

“You’re right. Sorry. Holy shit,” I breathed “heckhounds” pg. 58 Ha

“Long estranged godson” pg. 64 Why are they estranged?

Is it bad that I kinda want a fae godmother?

“I can’t believe we’re in jail” pg. 72 Ha

Oh no Michael got full named. Why doesn’t Charity like Harry? She’s being really mean to Harry.

“I’d never said them to anyone I didn’t lose” pg. 81 Well now I’m sad :(

Where’s Mister?

Vampire time

Not Bianca :(

“Yeah, their saliva’s some kind of addictive narcotic” pg. 84 First Ew Second I guess that helps them when they’re attacking people. Third that’s terrifying

Why would Bianca invite Harry? She doesn’t like him. I’m suspicious. If this is “official” business why invite Harry? He’s not a warden of the White Council.

“The safety of all invited guests is assured, by word of the assembled court.” pg. 86 Hmmm are we talking about guest rights here? I need more information about this. What counts as safety? Why just words, why not written? Invited guests so unless you have an invitation you’re in trouble? I guess Harry isn’t gate crashing. Bianca is up to something. This is definitely giving me trap vibes. Bianca is probably the reason the ghosts are acting up. As with the previous two Big Bad guys they were behind the “unrelated” problems being connected i.e.: Victor and the drugs and Denton all the murders. I doubt she’d turn him. Maybe it has something to do with Michael and his sword?

Yay Mister is safe

Susan, why would you want to go to a party with vampires after what you’ve just seen? Please listen to Harry. He knows what he’s talking about. I know you got a career boost from the werewolves but you aren’t Lois Lane and Harry isn’t Superman he can’t save you from everything so please don’t go to the ball.

Lea stop kissing Harry. It's weird.

I don’t think I’ve ever been smacked in the face with remembering when a book takes place than this quote “Wait until some poor sap who got AIDS from a blood transfusion breaths his last” pg. 121 I was not expecting that. Very late 90’s or early 2000’s. When do these books take place?

“An unmarked car sat in my driveway” pg. 126 my sheer level of disappointment when I read on and realized I wasn’t getting Marcone was immeasurable

“Rudy’s clean cut good looks” pg. 126 Bi Harry 7

No, not the birds :(

Rudouph is the worst

Poor Micky :( The barbwire curse is scary

Murph is so cool with The Sight

Bob being scared is worrying

“What could possibly go wrong?” pg. 172 Harry why would you say that?

“And then droplets of her spittle fell onto my throat, my cheek, and into my mouth” pg. 183 oh no I’ve never been more happy that Harry destroyed a building

Why would Bicana send two of her maybe powerful red court buddies (subordinates?) to find Lydia? Maybe Lydia knows too much? Maybe Lydia is one of Bicana girls?

“I’d learned to block out pain, when necessary. Studying under Justin, it had been a practical necessity.” pg. 188 Not a big fan of Justin

Scary dream

Oh no it ate Harry’s magic

Oh no it disguised itself as Harry

Oh no Murph

Oh no Charity

What pact did Harry make with Lea? How is Harry going to get out of this new pact with Lea?

How am I only 48% of the way through? So much has happened? And we still haven’t gotten to the ball

Oh no the baby is coming

Oh no Lea has Amoracchius

Harry’s mom got him a fae godmother? Harry’s mom makes some weird allies

How are they going to fight Nightmare and get Amoracchius back?

Michael, Harry’s a little busy can you have Susan leave a message

“It’s thine heart” pg. 278 Ha

It’s party time

“Hell’s bells, I noticed how good he looked” pg. 290 Bi Harry 8

Thomas! Yay!

Wait wait did Harry just talk about how good his brother looks?!?

“Not just a vampire,” I said, “a cheesy vampire.” pg. 297 Ha

Bianca’s dress is a fire hazard

All this talk of hospitality makes me think that’s how the vampire-white council war started. Someone broke hospitality. Why are you drinking the wine Harry? It could be spiked? You don’t know what’s in it or where it’s been. It could be roofied. “The wine is poisoned” pg. 308 Aaaahhh!!!! This is bad. Oh no it’s the venom

Harry please listen to Micheal and Thomas and leave the party

“We’re here to get information, not bring the house down on a bunch of nasties” pg. 313 but Harry your really good bringing the house down

Dragons are a thing in this universe? Cool! Michael killed a dragon, cool!

“Harry, you're not the biggest kid on the block. You’ve got to learn to be a little more polite” pg. 318 Ha like that will ever happen

SUSAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!? You didn’t get an invitation…You forged an invitation.

SUSAN YOU NEED TO LEAVE

Oh no

No Susan you can’t protect yourself here

Did Lea just try to bargain for Molly? Oh no Lea made Susan forget Harry

Who’s Mavra? Well you don’t need to call Mavra an it. That was rude.

No Susan, you didn’t know the risks before coming to this party. Susan, Harry and Michael aren’t chauvinist pigs they’re trying to help

Vampire wizard?!? That is cool but bad for Harry

Gift giving time

So the vampires want a sort of false flag operation? Maybe not a false flag but pressure Harry to attack.

“Lords of the Outer Night” pg. 354 that’s important not sure what it is but with those capital letters that’s important

How is it Harry’s fault that you (Bianca) killed Rachel?

“Here lies Harry Dresden, he died doing the right thing” That’s a very accurate epitaph. Bianca knows Harry well enough to know that. That’s some villain vibes to gift someone a tombstone

They draw weapons and the vampires immediately start attacking it’s like they’re trying to start a war.

Oh no Justine

Thomas don’t listen to Bianca. THOMAS why would you do that to Susan?!? Oh no Bicana didn’t keep up her end of the deal who would have thought

Time to burn some vampires. That’s a lot of fire. Bicana isn’t the fire hazard it’s Harry

Here comes Harry guilt complex

Lydia what’s up? Nightmare in disguise? Possessed? I’m with Harry, Thomas needs to back off from Lydia

I like this mushroom plan

Does everyone know Harry’s mom but Harry? The demon knew her and now Lea

“The handsome vampire” pg. 440 Bi Harry 9

I think you should all stick together. Oh no Harry’s surrounded

Why is Bicana naked?

Why are they taking Harry’s clothes off?

NO NO NO don’t like the end of chapter thirty-three

NOPE NOPE NOPE don’t like the beginning of thirty-four

I’m crying :( Poor Harry, I don't like the implications. Can someone anyone please help Harry he needs help

Poor Justine, where are her clothes?

“I heard them taking you. Playing with you, for two hours maybe” pg. 453 I really don’t like those implications.

Rachel ghost to the rescue…or not

Kravos go away

Oh no Susan got half turned. Yay Harry told Susan that he loved her!

The ghost fight was cool!

Why would the Reds want to start a war with the White Council?

The ghosts fighting is cool!

Awww they named their child after Harry! :)

“What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what’s coming around. He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursuing his lips. “And sometimes you are what’s coming around. You see what I mean” pg. 506 Does that mean that Harry is the consequences for the monster?

“I don’t want you far away marry me” pg. 510 awww Harry asked Susan to marry her

“And they were always the same: darkness, trapped, with vampires all around me, laughing their hissing laughter. I’d wake up, screaming and crying.” pg. 511 Poor Harry I’m sobbing

Well I guess the White Council is at war with the Red Court now.

Final thoughts

I wished I had Marcone in this book. I need my Marcone fix. Glad I got to meet Michael. Charity needs to calm down. The Red Court vampires are terrifying. I’m upset that I was right about the party being a trap and Bicana. I’m upset that Susan got turned. More Bi Harry the counter is up to 9. Murph looked so cool with The Sight like a guardian angel! Not a fan of Justin. I want to know more about Lea. I hope I get to see more Thomas. Does he know that Harry’s his brother? Is he just messing with Harry? Why would he do that to Susan? I love Harry’s costume. Bianca had it coming. I kinda love Bianca’s gift to Harry. I don’t know if I’m reading too much into the implications but I don’t like them at all. I’ll probably make a whole separate comment about it because I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. Harry has a bit of a guilt complex/chronic hero syndrome. Now about this war. As vampires they’ve probably been around for a while so they know about the White Council. Why would they pick a fight with them? They must think they can win against them so they must have had a plan like this in the making for a while. I assume the White Council will try and make peace, maybe throw Harry under the bus as a way to appease the Reds and get rid of their (Council’s) black sheep. I need to know more. Susan went a bit too far in her investigative reporting and it came back to bite her. She’s only half turned so I assume she has some powers but not all and has some weaknesses but not to the extent of a full Red Vampire. I’m sad Harry and Susan broke up but I know she’ll come back and have Maggie. I thought the fights were good and I liked the world building. I’m looking forward to a more central storyline/plot with the war. It'll be different from the sort of monster of the week that I got from the first two books. Despite my several “oh no’s” I did enjoy this book and I’m looking forward to reading the next one.

#dresden files #harry dresden is bi #grave peril

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Requested by @hstyleswritten : you and Tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

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“Hi tik tok.” You waved to your camera. “I’m not sure who’s gonna see this but I wanted to announce that I’ll be playing Black Cat in the MCU going forward. I just saw that the news broke online and-“

“-and she’s my girlfriend.” Tom jumped on your couch and wrapped his arms around you. “Did she tell you she’s my girlfriend? I finally got one.”

“All right, relax.” You chuckled as you playfully pushed Tom off of you. “I’m his girlfriend in the movies. Tom and I are just friends.”

“Why’d you have to kill my vibe?” He teased as he hugged you again. “Who is this video for anyway?”

“It’s for tik tok.” You told him.

“Oh. Hi tic tac!” He waved to your camera, making you burst out laughing.

“No it’s not…you know what? It doesn’t even matter. Bye tik tok.” You waved goodbye.

“Bye tic tac! Are they sponsoring you?” Tom asked as you posted the video.

“Uh uh.” You said sarcastically. “Tic Tac is sponsoring me. I get free breath mints for life.”

“Really?” Tom gasped. “You’re so lucky.”

“I’m joking.” You laughed. I don’t think they sponsor anyone. Wait, look. I already got a few thousand followers.”

Tom looked at your phone and patted your back to show he was impressed.

“Wow.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re following for you.”

“Darling, don’t be ridiculous.” Tom tutted as he pinched your cheeks. “They’re following to see this pretty face.”

“No.” You giggled as you pulled out of his grasp. “It’s for you.”

“We should make more of these.” Tom suggested.

“Oh, trust me.” You told him. “I plan to.”

“Hi Tik Tok. I’m on set right now. I can’t show you anything or I will be smited but look who I’m with.” You grinned as you rested your head on Toms shoulder and panned the camera to him.

“Hi.” Tom smiled at you. “What’s this for?”

“Tik tok.” You told him. “Say hi.”

“Hi tik tok.” Tom waved. “What is tik tok anyway?”

“It’s a dating app.” You told him casually as you posed.

“What?” He stammered, his jealously getting the better of him.

“I’m kidding.” You chuckled, making him sigh in relief. “It’s kinda like vine. Remember vine?”

“Is that that thing you showed me with the “road work ahead” guy?” Tom wondered, always confused with changing technology.

“Yeah, that’s it.” You laughed again at his choice of references.

“Uh, I sure hope it does.” Tom quoted in the style of the vine. “Was that good?”

“That was perfect.” You complimented, smiling at how he looked to you for approval. “I’m so posting this.”

Tom leaned on his hand and watched you fondly as you uploaded the video.

“How many followers do you have, love?” He asked as he gazed at you.

“13 million.” You showed him your phone and shook it proudly.

“Wow.” His eyes widened. “Already?”

“What can I say? They all want to see this pretty face.” You teased as you pinched his cheeks, just as he did to you.

“Unhand me, woman.” He laughed. “That’s seriously impressive. I can’t believe my best friend is the face of tic tacs.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke as he laughed at himself before checking the comments on your latest video.

“Okay I’ve been getting a bunch of comments to do more tik toks with Tom so I’m gonna pull some pranks on him.” You said as you set up your phone. “He should be coming to my trailer any minute.”

Soon enough, Tom opened your trailer door and set a package of baby carrots and some hummus on your counter.

“Hey.” You said stiffly, keeping your eyes on your phone.

“Hi beautiful.” Tom smiled at you. “Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled. “Just sitting here.”

“Are you okay? You seem upset.” Tom noticed. You flicked your eyes to the camera and smirked a little before going in for the kill.

“You could have been nicer to be today.” You said quietly, still keeping your eyes down.

Toms eyes widened before filling with sadness as he took a seat next to you in the couch.

“I’m sorry, princess. What did I do that made you feel like that?” He apologized as he rubbed your back.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said coldly as you turned away from him.

“Is this because I said my butt looked bigger in my suit than yours looked in your suit?” Tom asked, making you break.

“You didn’t say that.” You laughed as you turned around.

“But I’ve been thinking it all day.” He grimaced, resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.

“You think I didn’t see you camera?” He laughed as he pointed to your phone. “You’re making a clip clop.”

“It’s a Tik Tok.” You corrected as you hit him with another pillow. “And I hate you.”

“Guys. Send help.” Tom said as he grabbed your phone. “My best friend is trying to kill me.”

Tom let out a scream as you chased him but the video ending and perfectly cut off his scream. You burst out laughing when you watched it back and added some hashtags before posting it.

“How many followers are you at now?” He asked once you caught up to him and tackled him onto the bed.

“23 million.” You told him as you shook your phone in his face.

“Wow. All thanks to me.” He pretended to flip some hair behind his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You shoved him playfully. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.”

Your plan to get Tom back went into motion the following week when the two of you were hanging out in his trailer.

You set the camera up and gave it a thumbs up before putting your feet back in his lap. You watched him scrolling on his phone for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you all right?” Tom immediately noticed your sigh.

“I’m fine.” You said flatly.

“You don’t sound fine.” Tom insisted as he rubbed his thumb against your ankle.

“I am.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If somethings bothering you, it matters to me.” Tom said gently.

“Whatever.” You grumbled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tom pouted for a moment when he realized he wouldn’t be getting through to you before an idea came to him. He sudden yanked you by the ankles onto his lap and began to tickle your sides.

“Are you fine now?” He teased as you burst into laughter. “Does this feel fine?”

“You can stop now.” You said between fits of laughter. “I’m okay. It was for a tik tok.”

“You’re making another tik tok?” He asked as he found the camera.

“Yup.” You smiled proudly as you reached for the camera. “Bye guys!”

Knowing Tom was in the eating area, you went to see him with another idea for a video. You discreetly set up your phone next to Tom before going through with your plan.

“Hi Tommy.” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before sitting down.

“Hi. Aw.” He chuckled fondly and rubbed your back as you sat down. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.” You shrugged.

“Aw.” He repeated as his cheeks heated up. “Thank you.”

Just as you hoped, Tom leaned in to kiss your cheek. You smiled warmly at him before wiping the kiss off with your sleeve.

“Did you just wipe it off?” Toms smile fell when he saw what you did.

“Hm?” You hummed as you leaned on your hand.

“You wiped my kiss off.” He repeated, visibly offended now.

“Sorry. It was a little wet.” You shrugged.

“So are my eyes in two minutes if you don’t let me give you another one.” Tom pouted.

“All right.” You agreed. “Try not to soak me this time.”

Tom kissed your cheek again and you gave it a minute before wiping it off.

“Oh My God.” He gasped and got up. “I’ve never been this insulted in my life.”

“Wait.” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Come back. It was for a tik tok.”

“Again?” He smiled in relief as he sat back down. “How do I keep falling for these?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you do.” You chuckled. “You’re getting me a lot of followers.”

“I’m telling you and tik tok right now.” Tom pointed at the camera. “I’m never falling for one again.”

“Yeah right.” You snorted. “He so is.”

And he so did.

“Hey.” You said causally as you walked in to Toms hotel room and found his sitting on the bed.

“Hi.” He said back as you knelt down in from of him. “Oh? What are we doing?”

“Just sit back.” You smiled at him, his eyes widening as you spread his legs apart. He leaned over to see what you were doing right as you picked up a pen you had planted under his bed earlier.

“Thanks.” You held up the pen. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

“Wait, what?” Tom sputtered as you got up from the floor. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?” You asked innocently as you clicked the pen a few times.

“You were just getting a pen?” He gulped as he crossed his legs.

“What did you think I was doing?” You played dumb as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Nothing.” Tom said skeptically as he took a pillow from the bed and placed it over his lap.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” You tilted your head to the side.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom muttered as he held the pillow down.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “Is there a reason you’re crossing your legs?”

“No. For an unrelated reason, I have to use the bathroom.” He got up quickly, keeping the pillow where it was as he ran to the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and saved the video to your drafts, smirking to yourself as you watched it back. You posted it just as a very sheepish Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Good evening.” He said stiffly as he held his hands behind his back.

“Hey.” You chuckled. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “I do.”

“Good.” You smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re sneaky.” He pointed at you accusingly. “You’re a sneaky little snake and I don’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged simply.

“Oh, don’t you?” Tom mimicked you.

“Tom, come on. This isn’t fair.” You sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop being so hard on me.”

“I hate you.” Tom said decidedly as you giggled shamelessly. “I seriously hate you.”

“Aw. But I love you.” You pouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed. “Was that for that stupid app?”

“Yep.” You popped the p. “Thanks for 30 million followers, by the way.”

“30 million?” He asked. “You’re gonna have to do something huge to get to 50 million.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You told him. “I have just the thing.”

“Okay, Toms in the bathroom but he’s coming back any second. This has been the most requested one by far, so I’m gonna do it.” You smiled nervously. “This is the “kissing my best friend” challenge.”

Your hands shook as you set your phone up on the nightstand just as Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Come here.” You pulled Tom by the hand until he was next to you on the bed. “I wanna show you this song.”

Your thighs and shoulders were brushing as Electric Love played, a small smile resting on Toms lips as he listened to it.

“This is a nice song.” Tom said softly as he turned to you. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I really like it.” You mumbled as you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. Toms eyes widened in surprise before fluttering shut. He kissed you back eagerly, placing his hands over yours to keep you close. He pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against yours, sighing happily as the music stopped.

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was that for a video?” He asked suddenly.

“Both.” You giggled before kissing him again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. Tik tok just gave me a perfect opportunity.”

“So that was real?” He asked hopefully. “That wasn’t one of your pranks?”

“No.” You shook your head, your noses brushing against each other. “It was not a prank.”

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief and covered your face in kisses. “I was planning on kissing you, by the way. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Uh huh.” You humored him as you uploaded the video. “Sure you were.”

“I was.” He insisted. “I had a whole speech planned.”

“Really?” You looked at him. “Tell me your speech?”

“Something along the lines of you’re beautiful, you’re magical, and I want to be your boyfriend more than anything.” He shrugged casually. “No biggie.”

“Aw. Too bad you were too chicken to say it.” You teased.

“Shut up.” Tom laughed. “I was gonna get there.”

“Look.” You showed him your phone. “I posted that less than five minutes ago and it already went viral.”

“What did I tell you?” Tom sighed happily.

“You told me what?” You looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little and pinched your cheeks.

“It’s all because of that pretty face.”

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years ago

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OBEY ME! LESSON 60 DETAILED SUMMARY + DISCUSSION/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

Welp this is it… DAMNNNNNN the last two seasons each had a lesson near the beginning of the season dedicated just to a date with Mammon and I’m praying S4 has one as well and though it sucks Mammon & MC’s hellos and goodbyes are always really sweet and ahhh how am I already missing them. I’m desperate for S4 and I haven’t even finished S3 yet… fuck okay.

Post Lesson 60 edit: The last chapter goodbyes are gonna be direct quotes cause I’m an emotional mess.

As MC is about to head outside Mammon calls out to them and tells them to bring him a cake on the way home, they ask him why he’s been so cold and distant with them lately and he frowns at them and says he doesn’t know what they’re talking about and tells them not to forget the cake and then he leaves. Asmo who had being eavesdropping laughs and says that even for Mammon that was oddly bossy and arrogant. He then asks if he can tag along with them partway cause he’s heading to the spa. As they walk past the lake Asmo tells MC not to hold Mammon’s recent attitude against him and that he’s so upset about having to leave MC again that he doesn’t know what to do with himself and since rn all he can think about is MC he’s not sure how to act around them. Asmo says Mammon’s spending too much time dwelling on this. He looks disappointed and shakes his head when he asks himself what he’s gonna do about Mammon and that he’s being a child. (IS2G Asmo is the number #1 Mammon x MC shipper???????? Relatable) MC asks him if he hasn’t been dwelling on leaving. He asks if they wish he was and says they’re always on his mind and that’s why he doesn’t seem any different now. He says the actual reason he’s still so himself and not outwardly upset is cause he has faith (HA!) that they’ll end back together again like all the previous times they had to separate. He says he’s still sad about having to say goodbye but all that makes him want to do is treasure the moments they have rn. They can hold his hand, kiss him or say that’s a really Asmo thing if him to say. He smiles and says positivity is one of his charms (Asmo ily but weren’t you the one who got drunk and cried and needed to have Satan carry you back home the first time MC left…) They eventually part ways. I’m guessing the order of the rest of the ‘goodbyes’ is gonna be Satan, Mammon and then Lucifer cause those two always end up last in that order…

EYYYYY! They run into satan and ask where he’s off to. He says he’s off to the bookstore to stock on some human books before they head home and asks MC if they want to tag along. He hands them a list and tells them to start looking from the top and that he’ll start from the bottom. He says thwy can use magic as long as no human sees them (ME: thinking back to that one human MC, Belphie and Diavolo scared the shit out of…Hmmmm). They agree and he says that knowing they studied under Solomon makes him feel safe to trust that they know what they’re doing. He says he always knows he can count on them when he needs them and that being in the Devildom without them will be troublesome (I said in the fairy dust/angel lesson that Satan & MC are incredibly similar and that their friendship is highly underrated and I still stand by that.) MC uses magic to lift a book from a high shelf and Satan warns them that someone’s coming making them loose their concentration and the book to come falling down, Satan shields them though and gets hit with it instead. They each ask if the other is alright and he says they need to be more careful that no one sees them (ME: INTENSELY THINKING BACK TO THAT TIME WITH DIAVOLO AND BELPHIE WHEN MC WAS WILLING TO BARBEQUE A MAN FOR FIRING A GUN AT BELPHIE) He blushes and tells them he’ll show what he means and he takes them behind a bookshelf where no one can see and wraps his arms around them and pulls them close (Satan what kinda romance novel pickup line was that??? Also all I can imagine is that SNL bookstore skit with John Cena & Aidy Bryant). MC can kiss him, wrap their arms around him or just thank him for shielding them earlier. He says there’s no need to thank him and that he’s just happy they’re not hurt, He then laughs softly and asks if they’ll be okay once he’s gone. They ask him in turn if he’ll be okay. He blushes and says he won’t and that just thinking about life without them was enough to drive him mad.

At dinner levi asks if everyone is there and Beel looks sad and says Mammon isn’t, Belphie sighs and says he always has to make things difficult. Levi says it’s okay and he gets it and that Mammon obviously thinks dinner’s gonna suck since Levi made it and holy shit can we pls take Levi to a therapist pls? Belphie says Levi’s beating himself up for no reason and Levi goes on a rant about how he’s an ultra-negative, depressing otaku and how no one likes being around him ajndsvddjsnk LEVI pls!!? (unrelated but Levi’s actually my third favourite) Belphie asks MC to go get Mammon and Beel tells them to hurry. They knock and enter his room. They ask him what he’s doing and he says he was just watching a shark movie Satan gave him. He asks if they’re here to tell him about dinner and that they should head back and eat and not to worry about him. He looks upset and says he’s not in the mood to eat. They say they’re really gonna miss him and he’s eyes widen for a sec before he looks away and asks if they’re some sorta kid. He then laughs though and says they’re not the only one who feels that way. He blushes and says of course he’s gonna miss them too and that they already knew that. He asks if there isn’t some other way for them to stay together forever. He says that being a sorcerer they have to make something happen. They can say a.) that despite being a sorcerer they’re still pretty green and he laughs and says the one time he needs them they’re no use at all. He blushes and tells them to hurry up and ‘ripen’ and that a green sorcerer won’t cut it. B.) being a demon he should make something happen. He says if there was something he could do he woulda done it a long time ago. Looking aside again he says hanging out with them and talking about dumb stuff is something he takes for granted and he just realized he won’t be able to do it again anytime soon, he says that once he’s back in the devildom life would be dull and that once he used to be happy as long as he had money but after they met that was ruined. And now during his free time he thinks about them and feels all worried and unsettled. He blushes and asks them to stay with him and keep him company since all this is their fault. Belphie texts them asking where the fuck they are they say they’ll have dinner with Mammon later, he then wishes them luck with Mammon.

In the music room Levi’s bemoaning how he understands that any coffee he makes won’t be good enough while a wide eyed Asmo asks him what he’s talking about cause as you can see Asmo is drinking his coffee, Levi says he never admitted it was good though. Asmo smiles and reassures him that it’s actually good and asks Belphie to back him up. Belphie says he wants no part of any of this which immediately crumbles all of Asmo’s hard work and makes Levi depressed. Lucifer pops his head in and once he spots MC asks them to come to his room. They ask what he wants to talk about, he says he’ll tell them when he gets there. To the room as a whole he says that Diavolo wants them all at the hotel the next day. This surprises both Mammon & Beel, and Satan asks if there’s another problem at the hotel, making everyone turn and eye Levi who turns red and protests. In his room Lucifer asks if MC knows why he called them and they say nope. He asks if they really don’t know or if they’re just playing dumb. When they don’t answer he says it’s about why Diavolo called them to the hotel. He says Diavolo hasn’t told him the reason behind it and asks if MC knows, saying that for Diavolo not to tell him it has to be either something that’ll supremely piss off Lucifer or something that Diavolo finds fun and exciting that Lucifer won’t like but will have to endure. They say they don’t know anything about it. He says, “what do you think you can lie to me? Have you forgotten who the fuck I am exactly!?” When they still remain silent he drops the blank faced glare and laughs saying he can take a guess at what’s going on considering they’re not willing to share. He says considering this is them they’re probably gonna do something nice for them and he tells them they’re really sweet, they tell him not to stop and to keep stroking their ego (or they can ask for a reward). He says he may considering how things go tomorrow. He then pauses and says he’s actually in the mood to indulge them today so he’ll sing their praises just for today. (They can ask if he’s sad about saying goodbye, he says yes and then blushes and says obviously that means they’re spending the night in his room – I noped out at this point. Is it weird that Lucifer’s the only brother I can’t see MC platonically sharing a bed with?) They then tease him saying this is very unlike him. He blushes and agrees, saying that when he’s with them he doesn’t have to be the avatar of pride but that’s okay because they love all the different sides of him (I thought this was really sweet, Lucifer needs to know that there’s someone who loves him as a whole even the parts of him that are massive jerks and I love that this interaction can be read as either romantic or platonic. He smiles and says he’s looking forward for tomorrow.

The brothers are all surprised when from the hotel they are taken to the currently most popular club in the human world that has been reserved all for them, with Simeon making all the food and Luke making cakes. Luke tries his best to protect the food from Beel while Satan and Mammon say how surprise they were by Barbatos’s magic making them walk out into the club after walking into the hotel. MC asks if they like it and Lucifer says of course they do and thanks them for doing this. Solomon says he has a present for all of them too, Levi worries that he cooked for them (though he asks it with the sweetest smile cause all these demons are still hanging on to not letting Solomon know his food is toxic waste in case it hurts his feelings) and Lucifer whispers to MC that if so they might all die here. Solomon says he had offered to help cook but Simeon had insisted he had it all handled (he looks awfully disappointed when saying this). Mammon cheers on Simeon and Belphie says “…yeah I never thought I’d owe my life to Simeon but here we are” Their real present is Solomon lighting up the room with what, according to Belphie, looks like a fallen star. Asmo gushes about how beautiful it is. Beel asks if he can eat it. Levi laughs and tells him he better not. Diavolo says they should officially start the party and everyone cheers. In a side lounge area Simeon says seeing the brothers enjoying the party so much makes all the effort feel worth it, Barbatos says he’s just happy seeing Diavolo having so much fun and he thanks MC. They say they could never have done it without their help in the first place. Simeon says it was MC to got them all working together to make this happen in the first place. Levi then arrives to come drag MC towards the karaoke (which Diavolo insisted they have – poor man’s still trying to sing a duet with Lucifer I see)

Satan and Asmo complain about Levi hogging the mic and singing anime songs, he yells at them for not understanding the raw passion and energy of anime songs (which isn’t that true? Anime songs have a unique kinda passion that makes you hyped that I’ve never being able to find in other songs..). Levi tells MC to forget about them and MC asks to sing a duet. Levi says he’ll queue up a bunch of duets and Mammon yells at Levi for hogging the mic and using this as an opportunity to hit on MC. Levi laughs and says that he’s not swooping in and doing anything the way Mammon said and that MC wants to sing with him. Mammon then blushes and demands to sing the next duet with them from MC. Asmo then calls the one after that and Mammon asks Beel & Belphie what they’re doing. They’re mixing drinks. MC says there new drink (demonous with scorpion powder and something else) sounds really good (cause they’re a freak like that) Belphie says the flavours do seem to go surprisingly well together and he asks Mammon to try some. He protests saying they just want to use him as a guinea pig. Lucifer’s drawn to the commotion and says they all seem to be fun, Levi asks if he wants to sing next and he says later, he then thanks MC for planning a fun surprise for them and that they were able to create some nice final memories in the human world before heading home. MC says they’ll share more great times together and Lucifer laughs and agrees saying this won’t be the last time they’re all together and this is just one of many happy memories they’ll share in the future. When they go back to the lounge area Solomon says they could hear them all talking, singing and laughing all the way from over here despite the music, emphasizing that they could hear Levi the most. Diavolo asks them to come sit and pours them another drink and says they were all talking about them and how they helped them enjoy their time in the human realm. He thanks them from the bottom of his heart. Solomon says last time they were all together in the Devildom and this time it was in the human realm and asks where they should be together next. Luke is surprised he’s already thinking about the next time. He laughs and says it’s cause he can barely wait for the next time they are all together. MC can suggest one of the three worlds. (personally I chose the Devildom cause the brothers aren’t allowed in the Celestial Realm and as much as I am completely in love with Mammon’s human world look I miss the aesthetic of the Devildom.) Diavolo laughs and says he’s happy they’ve taken such a liking to the Devildom and that he’d love for them to come back and that the brothers will be thrilled too. From the distance and getting closer they hear Lucifer telling his brothers to quit pushing him. Mammon tells him to just hurry up and go inside. Levi says Lucifer has to be with them or they won’t be taken seriously. Lucifer groans and asks if they’re actually planning on saying “this to him”. “Of course.” Says Satan. Belphie says it’s at least worth asking. Asmo agrees saying anything’s possible if you put your mind to it. They all tumble into the lounge area and Solomon asks what brings them all here. Lucifer looking tired says that his brothers have something to ask Diavolo. Mammon tells Lucifer not to act as if he isn’t part of this and as if it hasn’t been on his mind too. Diavolo chuckles and asks what they want to ask. Beel says they’ve all been thinking about something for a while now and they want to discuss it with him. The brothers all together yell: “We want MC to join the family!” GUUUUUYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!? Not me softly sobbing at the image this makes in my head ahhhhhhh!??????? AHHHHHH!?????????? MC’s shocked and speechless. Asjvfkjffvuiefhi pls don’t give me hope like this wtf and what do they mean by join the family cause I don’t mind Lucifer more or less adopting them, and like Beel said they already seem to be a part of the family but MC brought up proposals with A LOT of the brothers so is that what they mean? Like marriage??? But they’re all asking and other than Beel & Belphie wanting to share with each other and Asmo being open to threesomes none of them want to share MC so……. Also I do not see my OM! MC getting married at all but at the same time if it was to squirrel their way into a permanent position in the family then…

Diavolo’s wide-eyed and stunned silent, and then he asks “…huh!?” Solomon bursts out laughing. Luke is red faced and tells Solomon this is no time to laugh. Solomon still laughing chokes out that he’s never seen Diavolo so stunned. Luke pauses and then asks what exactly they mean by ‘join the family’ and then he turns red and demands if they mean marrying MC. The brothers obviously haven’t really thought about what ‘join the family’ means and only now realise it can imply marriage. Asmo immediately volunteers. Mammon red faced protests to MC marrying Asmo and then stuttering says that if they’re gonna marry anyone they should marry him (he screams the last part out after struggling through the first part). Levi gets pissed saying if MC marries a scumbag like Mammon they’d have a dark, terrible future (watch me put together a 200 slide presentation refuting this) Belphie tells Asmo and Mammon to back off before they mess things up. Lucifer, looking dead tired, says it’s already a mess. Diavolo goes, “Umm…Lucifer?” and asks him to explain what’s going on. He says the others want MC around on a permanent basis so they don’t have to say goodbye ever and they put their heads together and decided on this. “Marriage!?” goes Luke. Solomon says the demons hadn’t thought how they’d make them part of the family. Lucifer tells Satan that he can look at the others like they’re a band of idiots but to leave him outta it. Solomon asks MC what they think of all this and they say they want to be part of the family too (it’s implied through out the main storyline that generally MC’s someone who’s very calm and collected and who while being incredibly blunt doesn’t express their emotions outwardly much (at the beginning of S2 Lucifer even comments on them being more expressive than before they left) but I’d like to imagine at this moment they are wet eyed and beaming because of these loveable idiots who ARE their family even if it’s not official). Diavolo smiles and says he sees. Luke has problems with humans and demons mixing and being a family (LUKE I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THIS!?) “Yes, Luke. I know…” says Diavolo. His face then becomes serious and he’s silent and contemplative. Diavolo looks at MC and says that though they aren’t aware of it there’s still bad blood amongst the three worlds and that no matter how much they all want to be a family and stay together it’s not within his power to let that happen. He looks upset and apologizes. Lucifer is silent. He says though that his goal is to one day remove these barriers between the worlds and that he’ll do everything in his power to make that happen, and as the future demon king he promises that one day he’ll make it so that they can marry anyone in this room (I’m screaming just MC – queer as hell and with they/them pronouns waiting in the human world for marriage to get legalized only to fall in love with someone from another world and having to wait AGAIN for marriage to be legalized… I’d have lost my entire shit.) “WELL, isn’t that good for you, you apprentice poaching motherfuckers but guess what I’m a human meaning WE can get married in the meantime… CHECKMATE, BITCHES~” says Solomon. Mammon actually snaps at Solomon and calls him a “son of a –“ before he remembers the child in the room and trails off and snaps at him not to say stuff like that. Belphie asks if Solomon can even be classified as a human given his age. (Can MC even be classified as fully human given the whole Lilith situation? I mean ik Lilith was reincarnated as a human but she still kept and passed on her supernatural magic. Plus there’s a Belphie devilgram that takes places pre S1 that implies MC’s not fully human plus that whole thing about fairy hallucination angel!Lucifer not taking MC’s word for it when they said they were human… it’s very likely though everyone here’s too dumb to realise it). Satan says at this point Solomon might as well be a demon. Asmo tells him not to pretend to be a human when it’s convenient. He laughs and says that even though he can’t grow old or die he still belongs to the human race. Beel says that maybe but Solomon isn’t playing fair, Levi agrees and says Solomon’s also making him jealous. Diavolo says MC sure is popular seeing as they are all fighting over them. Lucifer says he knew this would happen and that’s why he didn’t want them to have this discussion. Luke’s shocked that MC’s got demons and the world’s greatest sorcerer wrapped around their finger, MC asks him if he sees them in a new light now. Luke says he thinks it’s impressive but it also creeps him out.

Back near the dance floor, Satan laughs and says Beel’s eating too much, Beel says Satan’s drinking too much, Satan who actually seems tipsy says he’s nowhere near his limit and challenges Beel to a competition to see who reaches their drink/food limit first, Beel agrees. Given how much beel can eat I can only assume this is the last we see of Satan RIP. Barbatos, looking uncharacteristically extremely worried, tells them to slow down cause neither of them know to stop. Levi, finishing up his song, calls for Luke who booked next but Mammon says Simeon went to put the “little guy” to sleep and asks Levi to come play cards instead. Lucifer, who’s playing with Mammon, asks if he hasn’t lost enough at this point, Mammon turns red and says this time he’s gonna win it all back. Asmo laughs and says Mammon just jinxed himself. Belphie asks why MC’s looking around the room so restlessly and they can say A.) I don’t see Diavolo anywhere B.) where’s Solomon? Either way the answer is he has no idea where Solomon went but he did see Diavolo head out earlier. He says the two of them are probably together talking. MC finds Diavolo and asks what he’s up to. He says he wanted a break and to gaze at the city lights and sober up a little since he won’t be able to see them again for awhile. He asks them to sit next to him and then laughs and says he could barely believe his ears after he heard what the brothers asked. He says he’s known the seven of them for a long time and knows how close they are and that it’s unbelievable that they’d want to include someone new to the family (MY HEART!? ALSO FOUND FAMILY TROPE!) He says it almost makes him jealous. They say that they know for a fact that he’s very important to the brothers too. He’s like “thanks for saying that but rn you’re either playing dumb or you actually are this dumb which makes me question my taste but then again I’m also in love with Lucifer so…” and he says he’s jealous of the brothers not them (Sure, Jan. We know you’re jealous of them both don’t lie). He says he feels the same as them and blushes and says he keeps thinking about how it could be if they were together forever (Sir, pls Lucifer is right there. He’s available. Pls.) He says if their relationship was on that level and if their bond was deep and permanent like those of a family he can’t even imagine how amazing that’d be (he keeps repeating ‘family’ and the brothers weren’t even thinking marriage when they asked for MC to be part of their family and Diavolo was really shocked and he now said specifically it was them asking about being ‘family’ before Luke even first mentioned marriage that made Diavolo jealous. What I’m saying is that considering Diavolo’s lonely, strict childhood the one thing he wants more than anything is a family not marriage specifically). He smiles and says they beat him to the punch and that he asks them to give him time cause he’s gonna do everything he can to mend the bridges between the three worlds for MC and for the brothers…and a little bit for himself. He gives them his word.

Out on the balcony Solomon greets them and asks if they shouldn’t be down with the others, they say they needed a break and wanted to talk to him, he wonders if the others would be pissed if they knew Solomon had MC all to himself. He says he figured he’d stay out of the way today and let MC and the demons spend time together considering he’ll have enough time to hang out with them later. He says he can’t believe they asked MC to join the family and that he didn’t see that coming. He starts laughing again about how serious they looked and how shocked Diavolo looked, and how Lucifer looked like he had a migraine (Ik we all say Lucifer’s the sadist but have we considered…) MC asks if he really thinks it’s that funny (and I’m pretty sure they’re offended on the brothers’ behalf and hurt cause that’s what they want too.) Solomon says for him it’s funny. He says it’s common of a demon to ask for a business arrangement or a pact but he’s never heard of them asking humans to join their family. He smiles and says he’s beginning to think he chose a “truly incredible” human as his apprentice. MC asks what the demons in his life are to him, he gives it serious thought and said these days he sees them as close friends. MC asks if things were different earlier and he says they were but also asks that they not get into things rn cause the story is long and tedious, MC asks if he��s just trying to avoid their question and if he’s gonna tell them the truth or not. He laughs and says nope and that though you can’t tell it by looking at him he’s a little too tipsy. He reminds them that they’re barely a sorcerer rn and that they should leave questions like that for later until they can use “magic like this” without an incantation. He uses magic to teleport the others on to the balcony (what a snake. Imagine instead of going to a crowd to escape a conversation you use your magic to bring the crowd to you to avoid a conversation AND to set a line for MC to reach before they can start poking at his past.) Asmo says he’s being wondering where the two of them went and how naughty it was to sneak off together, Levi complains about being cut halfway through a song, Beel asks MC to judge his eating competition with Satan and Satan says it’s actually a drinking competition. Barbatos looking deeply concerned asks if the two of them intend to empty the hotel’s pantry AND its wine cellar. He asks MC to stop them. Lucifer’s goading Mammon and kicking his ass in a card game and Mammon refuses to give up (HC that Lucifer taught Mammon to play cards up in the Celestial Realm as a way to get him to sit still and NOT set the drapes on fire). Belphie comments on the card game and the party continues. (Pretty sure Solomon saw the demons as pawns or tools to get what he wants/ for more power and that he was much more ruthless with making pacts with them than he is now when he pesters Lucifer (aka getting Asmo drunk while he was upset and making a pact) the question is why? And why did Michael basically sponsor this? We know that the Celestial Realm and Devildom had just called a truce when Michael took an interest in Solomon so could it be that he wanted someone to keep an eye on the demons and the best way to do that was to have a powerful human sorcerer make as many pacts with demons as possible. I mean Solomon made a pact with Asmo mostly because he was Lucifer’s brother and Michael still has a heavy interest in the brothers so it could be possible that he wanted Solomon to make a pact with one of them so that he could see what they were doing?)

LAST ONE GUYS! :) I’m okay really :)))))))) Outside the manor in the morning, Barbatos tells Diavolo it’s time and Diavolo looking really sad agrees. (RIGHT OFF THE BAT HUH!?) Even Solomon seems upset when he realizes it’s time and then that damn song starts playing, that ending song that always chokes me up and this time it doesn’t feel as sad as last season because honestly the “Till we meet again” party really helped while last season all the brothers tried to run away with MC and that shit HURT but it still makes me choked up FUCK I want them back so badly. Diavolo comes up to MC and says they have to return and that though they weren’t here for a long time it was really fun. “So, till we meet again, MC” he ends with. Barbatos thanks them for all they did to make their stay in the human world more comfortable. He says next time they meet he’ll prepare a special tea for them that he’s sure they’ll like. From here we’re going to direct quotes because I am EMOTIONAL:

Mammon says, while not meeting their eyes: …Listen, why’re you sittin’ around twiddling your thumbs, huh? I saw how hard you worked to become a sorcerer, so I know you got it in ya. (He blushes, still not meeting their eyes) Hurry up and learn summoning magic ASAP! You big dummy… (he finally looks up at them and smiles) And once you learn it, you’d better summon ME first! All right? You promise, right? (MC can either hug or kiss him….AND YOU GUYS MUST KNOW ME BY NOW SO MC just kisses him in front of all the brothers just like that????????? – he blushes and looks away again) Dammit, now I wanna take you back to the Devildom with me… (He meets their eyes one more time, face still red)

Levi says, blushing and looking aside: …You know that game we were playing? Final Devil Kingdom… (He looks up at them, still blushing) Well, I’ve decided not to make any more progress in it until I see you next. (He smiles brightly then) So we need to get together and play it again as soon as possible, okay? I mean, I’m dying to move on to the next dungeon… (He looks up at them with a sad expression then and they can either hug or kiss him and look I love Levi but I’ve already made my choice so MC hugs him – he blushes and gets a determined expression on his face) I’m going to be messaging you a lot, okay? So… don’t ignore my texts, or I’ll cry. (He smiles at them one more time)

Satan says, looking confident and meeting their eyes: …There are several cats who come by the manor for food each day. Make sure to take care of them for me. If you’re on the job, I feel like I can rest easy knowing they’ll be okay. (He frowns, blushes and looks away then) But keep in touch. Let me know how the cats are doing every day. Got it? Every day. (They hug him and he laughs and then says with a smile) Knowledge is power. The more you have, the better off you’ll be. So study hard, and learn to stand on your own two feet as a sorcerer as soon as you can.

Asmo says, looking really upset but making eye contact: No matter how I dress myself up or how cute I make my nails and makeup, if I can’t show it to the one I love the most, it won’t be fun at all. (He smiles then) So, I’ve decided to think about it this way… I have to strive to make myself more and more beautiful with each passing day! 🤍 (He smiles even more brightly) So that one day you’ll fall for me completely and then you’ll be all mine! How does that sound? (MC hugs him and he giggles, and says smiling) I’m going to put a little something extra on my hug! 🤍 (he squeezes them closer)

Beel says with a soft smile looking in at them: …It was fun getting to eat together with you every day here human world, MC. (His smile brightens) You know, when you’re with the right person, good food has a way of tasting even better. I want to be able to eat with you all the time, every single day. I want that to be normal. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make it so that someday soon, it really will be like that. (MC hugs him and he blushes and smiles and says) Make sure you eat enough, okay? Take care of yourself.

Belphie says also with a soft smile, making eye contact: I’m glad I got this chance to live here in the human world. Spending each day together with you in your world has been incredibly fun. (He looks sad and looks to the side) …Having to go to sleep every night in a house without you in it from now on is going to be really sad, and really lonely. (MC hugs them and he blushes but his expression is still sad and he doesn’t make eye contact) Take care, MC…

Lucifer’s wearing that fond smile that makes his eyes squint shut and he says: …Never did I imagine that one day, I’d find it this hard to say goodbye to you. I’ve managed to shock even myself. (He looks up at them then) Once I’m back in the Devildom, where I can’t see you anymore, this feeling is probably going to grow even worse. I hope this is every bit as difficult for you as it is for me. (MC hugs him) …Let’s make sure we see each other again sooner rather than later. (He gives that soft fond smile again)

Barbatos opens the portal. Solomon tells them all to take care. There’s a flash of bright light and the opening song starts playing. “MC!” Yells Mammon with a bright smile before he jumps in. “Toodles!” Says a beaming, waving Asmo. “Till next time!” says Levi with a small smile. “Take care of yourself!” Says a brightly smiling Belphie. “Bye…” Says Beel with a smile. “See you around.” Says Satan with a smile. “See you next time.” Says Lucifer with a nod of his head and a smile. “Goodybe, MC.” Says Diavolo with a bright smile. There’s another flash and the portal’s closed and they’re all gone. The credits play thanking all the main and side character VAs over human world backgrounds and YOU! Back in front of the manor Solomon says it suddenly got so quiet that he feels lonely. MC’s silent and doesn’t answer him. “Hey,” he says after a bit, “didn’t they officially hire you as their “babysitter” because you came here looking for a job, you know that thing you need to be able to survive independent adult life in the human world… Did they ever pay you for that?” “…SON OF A B–” At the angel’s halo Simeon tells a sad, silent Luke that the others must have gone back home by now, Luke quietly agrees. Simeon laughs and asks if that bothers Luke. Luke blushes, stutters and denies it. Luke tries to change the topic by telling Simeon to hurry up and grind some coffee cause they’re about to open. Simeon says they still have enough time and Luke says he’s gonna take out the trash and runs out back to avoid his feelings and this conversation. Simeon laughs. The door opens and Simeon turns to tell them they’re not opened yet but trails off. ??? says, “I can see that, yes…” Simeon’s eyes widen and his mouth turns down, he’s too shocked to say anything. ??? says, “Well, look at you. I could almost believe you really are a human, brother…” Simeon’s entire face goes blank and settles on a cold emotionless expression though he still doesn’t reply before he slowly smiles, “…Welcome. So glad you could stop by, Raphael.” And the chapter, the lesson and the season is over. So…SO…you know I don’t even have words really. I’m not, we really are getting new characters aren’t we. I mean I said in some of the earlier summaries that at this point with the way they were hyping up the angels in this season that it only makes sense to bring them in BUT I never 100% believed they would and now I’m just???? They really are gonna do it holy fuck GUYS!? I need S4 badly like rn immediately but given that the break between S2 and S3 was really small AND that they maybe introducing at least 2 new characters the break between S3 and S4 might be longer AND I get it y’know but still I desperately need this now. Holy shit. And Simeon’s facial expressions! How he looked surprised and upset and then how his face just shut down (something we rarely or never? See from him) and then how it smoothed out into a smile ajsdvbkdwhskcjksk Raphael’s way of speaking fit exactly with what I imagined after what Asmo, Lucifer and Belphie said about him. This kinda formal, authoritative, cold, distant way. And the tension between him and Simeon!? “BROTHER!????” Does he mean brother in the same way as the Sins do or is it more brother in arms the way I see Lucifer and Simeon being in the Celestial Realm? It felt cold compared to them. Pls give me a heavily dysfunctional, distant and cold angel family to contrast with the dysfunctional but close and loving demon family I WILL SCREAM. I’ve screamed all my angel and celestial realm theories in the previous summaries (there are a lot) so I’m not gonna go into detail about them here but I will say I’m keeping my fingers crossed for morally dubious/grey angels who believe they are completely in the right at all times and I’m deeply scared of getting at least part of S4 without the brothers as we are introduced to the angels – I mean don’t get me wrong I’d love if they took time to introduce us to the angels without the brothers’ dynamics with them being involved and to give us a chance to hear their side of the story before they have the whole reunion between everyone BUT I’ll also feel the heavy withdrawal effects of being deprived of the brothers so yeah. Overall the goodbye to the brothers felt far more uplifting than last season’s one given that they ended with the upbeat opening song and not the melancholic sounding ending song. WOW okay. I’m gonna try and get through the hard lessons and unlock the chapters I couldn’t since S2. SEE YOU NEXT SEASON! LOVE AK 🤍

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hermannsthumb · 3 years ago

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you should totally do something with ksci janitor’s vamp newt it’s so just so good

i sure will! in a vampire mood this weekend. @k-sci-janitor's vampire newt found here. warnings for quick mention of drinking, allusions to sexy stuff, and also the different kind of drinking you'd expect from a vampire fic (tho on the vague side)

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The circumstances that led Newt down the unwitting path of immortality and general un-dead-ness are, in hindsight, honestly kind of embarrassing. It'd be one thing if he could say it happened in the pursuit of, like, knowledge, like the fierce jellyfish sting scar on his wrist leftover from a research expedition when he was twenty-two or the equally fierce one on his knee received in response to his question (at the age of five) of what would happen if I jumped out of this very tall tree?, or even something unrelated to his extensive biology career, something impressive, y'know, Van Helsing style, something like tracking down some vampire king and barely escaping with his life (un-life?)—not what really happened, which was little more than a bad date. And not even the worst date that Newt's been on, if you can believe it.

Newt was young and stupid then. He still is young and stupid, technically, though the former by appearance only. (Eternally pushing thirty. If he could've picked, he would've done twenty-eight, just before his handful of grey hairs started cropping up. Newt's had almost forty-five years of staring in the mirror at those four fucking grey hairs. He gave up dyeing them around the nineties. Not worth it. Still annoying.) He liked to do what young and stupid people did, like get stupid tattoos, and have a stupid haircut, and get drunk at stupid punk shows and not stumble home until he'd had at least one regrettable hook-up with a stranger and maybe lost his wallet. (The two were often related.) That particular thing was what did him in that night. It was a different time back then, man—if a dude showed even the slightest inkling that he ran in Newt's sort of circle, if you caught his drift, Newt fucking jumped at the chance.

(The band was on their second set of the evening and Newt had already screamed himself hoarse with singing along. He'd ducked outside in a back alleyway for only a second to get some fresh air, the club suddenly too hot and smokey for him to handle, and was just about to go back inside and close out his tab for the night when he realized he wasn't alone. There was someone—he was sure—lurking in the shadows a few feet away. He could hear breathing. He could see—eyes, maybe, in the dim neon light of the bar sign overhead. "Hello?" he'd called.

"Have a light?" the person called back.

They emerged from the shadows, and Newt felt himself relax at once. It was some spooky-looking guy he remembered seeing in the club, leather jacket, boots heavier than Newt's, dark hair and eyeliner. Tall. Newt remembered him, firstly, because he thought he was hot, and secondly, because he swore he caught the guy staring at him at least three times, and to Newt, that was as good as any pick-up line. He was wagging an unlit cigarette at Newt now. He was taller than Newt thought he was back in the bar—much taller, at least a full head on Newt. His eyes were a golden-brown, almost yellow, like a cat's, and Newt found himself unable to tear his own away from them. "L—light?" Newt echoed.

The guy stuck the cigarette in his mouth and arched a perfect eyebrow. Newt didn't smoke, but he did keep a lighter on him for occasions like this. He fumbled through his pockets for it while the guy stepped closer. "I was watching you," he told Newt, while Newt raised the lighter to the cigarette, "in there."

The flame danced and glinted against his eyes. Newt swallowed. "Uh-huh?" he said.

He flicked the lighter shut, leaving them both bathed in nothing but pink neon. A hand slid up against the wall next to Newt's right shoulder. Another plucked at the left lapel of his jacket. Newt was still staring at those eyes. "What's your name?" the guy said, in a puff of cigarette smoke.

"Um." Newt's leather jacket was being pushed off his shoulders. He felt his long hair being tucked to the side of his neck. All at once something seemed in snap in Newt—some reminder of where he was, and what he came here hoping for in the first place. Some hot dude was eyeing Newt up all night long, and now he was actually coming onto Newt, and Newt was about to get laid. He grinned. "Newt," he said. "Just call me that. You were watching me, huh?"

"All night," the guy said.

Newt's jacket hit the ground with a soft thump. A knee was being pushed between his. Newt felt his cheeks heat up a little—he wasn't used to people being this forward with him, and especially not in a semi-public place like this. Usually they at least made a show of offering up their apartment first. "What, um, what for?" he said.

They were kissing. Newt was clinging to the back of his jacket. And then he was kissing Newt's neck, and then he was—

"That kinda hurts," Newt mumbled. "Um, dude, I think your—your fuckin', tongue piercing cut me, or something. It's—"

It was hard to keep his eyes open. His neck felt weird. The guy was into biting, apparently, biting really hard, and yikes, that was going to leave a super embarrassing hickey that Newt would have to explain to his students somehow on Monday, but it also felt really good, like, Newt was maybe getting off kinda good, and Newt thought, dizzily, that he should at least return the favor before he finished up and collapsed in a happy heap on the ground. So he did.

The guy pulled back with a hiss. "Ow. What—?"

Newt tasted something coppery in his mouth, and he panicked and swallowed on instinct. "Oh, shit, dude, I'm sorry," he slurred. His voice sounded like it was a million miles away. "I was trying to be—sexy. Um." There was blood on the guy's chin. He was staring at Newt in something akin to horror. Dark circles were spotting Newt's vision. "I think you cut your lip," he said, and then he passed out.

Newt was alone when he woke up. It was still dark, too. He walked the two miles home, collapsing in bed, fully-clothed, just before dawn, and he didn't wake up again until sunset. He forgot his jacket, but at least he remembered his wallet this time.)

So, anyway, Newt thinks he can be forgiven if he...embellishes stuff a little when, for the first time in his whole long life, he finally spills the details to someone. Also, no way is he admitting the truth to Hermann of all people.

"There were a bunch of murders in the area at the time," he says, while Hermann, angled on his side next to him in bed, watches him raptly. It's kind of weird pillow talk, but their pillow talk rarely isn't weird. Usually Hermann will launch into a critique of Newt's latest pet theory before Newt's even caught his breath. At least he very courteously waited for Newt get a glass of water from the bathroom first this time. "Really brutal ones. Like, throats torn out, blood drained. Really nasty shit. Everyone was saying they were some kinda bizarre wolf pack attacks, but I knew better."

"Of course you did," Hermann says, running his hand down Newt's chest, and Newt can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not. (He has a feeling he is.)

"You bet," Newt says. "It took me months of, um, super hard research. Finally I hunted him down to this—" Newt debates the coolest lair possible of a vampire, and then remembers Lost Boys, which, even though he resents it slightly for totally stealing the vampire vibes he was going for, is still a kick-ass movie. "—this weird cave, where he lived. The king of the vampires. I won, obviously, but he fought back, and he managed to infect me just before I hammered the, um, the wooden stake into his heart."

"So courageous," Hermann says. He reaches up and tucks a piece of Newt's long hair back. Hermann being totally cool with the whole vampire thing, and maybe even possibly into the whole vampire thing, is probably the last thing in the world Newt expected from him. They're no strangers to hooking up during long late nights of science, but Newt swears it's gotten more frequent. "You must've been terrified."

"Nah," Newt says, though he remembers the glint of the flame off those yellow eyes, and he shivers. Hermann notices; his eyes, not yellow, but a warm shade of brown that makes Newt feel like he's being wrapped in a blanket, soften. If Newt could still blush, he would. "I'm—um—I'm pretty brave."

Newt hadn't exactly been planning on telling Hermann about the whole thing, but (last week) he had the very unfortunate timing of beginning a late-night dinner just as an oblivious Hermann strolled back into the lab to pick up his forgotten pair of glasses. To his credit, he only freaked out a little when he saw Newt draining a blood bag like a fucking Capri-Sun, and even then (after what felt like ten years of horrible, horrible silence) all he said was "You're the one who's been stealing those from medical?"

Look. Newt hasn't drank from a human being the entirety of his un-life, and he doesn't plan on it any time soon. He's...a vegetarian. Effectively. It's sort of the reason he picked up a medical degree along the way once he got tired of breaking into blood banks. Even if it's still a little ethically dubious to steal blood like that, at least he's not swooping around on unsuspecting people like that—goth asshole who swooped in on him did. (Newt's never managed to find out who he was—he suspects he was some sort of vampire drifter in town that night just to find a victim. And Newt just had to think with his dick at the worst possible time.)

Hermann tucks another strand of Newt's hair back. Newt also did not expect how fast Hermann became cool with the whole thing, but on the other hand, giant aliens are clawing their way out of the ocean on a bi-monthly basis these days. It's hard to be skeptical about most things. ("Well, it does make logical sense," Hermann had said with an eyeroll. "When you consider some of your rather more bizarre quirks, I mean. I ought to have guessed it ages ago. I suppose that's why you have that awful haircut," and that stung, because yeah, Newt hasn't felt like changing it up since the seventies, and why should he, it kinda rules? but he just laughed it off and said, "You're one to fucking talk, dude!") "Newton," Hermann says now, gently, "what actually happened?"

Newt sighs. Hermann always knows when he's lying about shit. "I was making out with a vampire in an alleyway and then he bit me. And—um—I kinda didn't notice at first, 'cause it felt... good."

"Mm," Hermann says. The corner of his mouth twitches up. "That's more along the lines of what I expected. That, or you were hounding him for details like a proper biologist and he got tired of answering your inane questions."

"Very funny," Newt says. "Ha."

Hermann rolls away from him and stretches his arms above his head. Newt watches his throat work as he yawns, swallowing down a sudden lump in his own, and he feels a surge of something hot and—alien—in the pit of his stomach. "Over forty years," Hermann says. He picks up Newt's discarded sweatshirt from the floor and tugs it down over his head. "You must get terrifically lonely."

Newt half-shrugs. "I guess. I'm kinda used to it by now." His dad (who never brought up how Newt's aging seemed to be at a standstill when they saw each other, not once) is long-gone. Newt's tried dating, but no one's ever seemed to be into it as much as he is—and besides, it's not like he could ever do the actual til death do us part thing unless he went against every ethical bone in his body and made someone like him. When the internet became a thing, he considered making a forum or something to find more of his kind, but the thought everyone just being like the guy who accidentally turned him in the first place terrified him and he killed the page before it even left infancy. So, without any better ideas, Newt forged some paperwork and leaned pretty hard into the world of academia to fill up his sad little hole of a heart, resigned himself to casual flings with anyone who seemed interested, and it mostly worked. Mostly. And then the kaiju came along, and then so did... "You make it a little bit better," he confesses.

Hermann lays back down next to him. "I do?" he says.

Newt thinks he sees something like that hot, hungry feeling he felt in his stomach flash behind Hermann's eyes. He nods.

Hermann suddenly kisses Newt, pulling him down on top of him, and then tugs the collar of Newt's stolen sweatshirt down below his collarbone. He drags Newt's hand up to press against his throat. Newt feels the erratic beat of Hermann's pulse beneath his fingertips, his heart pounding against his ribcage (pressed up against Newt's silent one), and he almost moans. "Have you ever...?" Hermann murmurs, gazing up at Newt through his dark eyelashes.

"N—never," Newt stammers. "I told you."

"Do you want to?" Hermann says. Newt tries not to gape. "Just a bit at a time, whenever you need. You wouldn't have to steal those silly blood bags anymore. And—" He hesitates. "I admit I am curious. About the sensation."

"Um," Newt says. "I—"

He feels something sharp poking his lower lip. Fangs. His fangs. Oh, shit, he's never had that happen before. He forces himself off of Hermann before he does something stupid.

"Maybe, um, maybe later?" he squeaks, while Hermann just smiles at him.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag

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evienyx · 4 years ago

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Hey so uh, sorry that this is kinda a personal question and unrelated to what you usually post but you seem really nice and I was wondering how you figured out that you were ace? I’ve been struggling with this myself for a while now, and was just wondering if you had any advice or something. Please don’t feel obligated to respond or anything, I totally get that this is kinda a weird question and might make you uncomfy, so sorry about that in advance. Thanks!

Well, I’m going to start off by saying that everyone is different. You won’t figure it out the same way I figured it out, just like how I didn’t figure it out the same way any of my friends did. That’s all right. Take all the time that you need.

Additionally, I only really figured this out for myself in the last few years, and one day something may happen that I identify with a different sexuality and that’s also okay. This is not a ‘one-and-done’ kinda thing. It’s all right. This is your thing. Yours.

For me, it was around my freshman year of high school that I started realizing that I had never really gotten to that phase where I started obsessing over anyone. Now, in middle school, even though that was the time when a lot of people around me really started going hard into the dating thing, I never did. I skipped a year in school, though, so it would make sense for me to be about a year or so later than everyone else hopping on the hype train of teenhood, but halfway through my first year of high school, it was still pretty mute.

People around me would joke constantly, say things like “Oh, well, once she gets her first crush, everything will change.” I remember distinctly my cousin asking me if I had a crush on anyone, and then me saying no, and then my grandma patting me on the cheek and saying “You just haven’t found the right boy yet.”

So, for most of freshman year, I sort of just accepted what people around me said, that I was a “late-bloomer” and I would one day fall for someone hard and everything would make sense.

When the end of freshman year came around, I was quite sure that I was just another straight girl, who would get the whole ‘attraction thing’ soon enough.

As the months went on, though, I realized a few things.

1. Whatever thing was meant to change, didn’t come to fruition.

2. I was perfectly fine and open to dating someone, but I didn’t care about what they looked like. When friends and cousins and the like would show pictures of actors and talk about how hot the actor was, I’d agree, but almost completely on a baseline objective level.

and 3. I was completely uninterested in the idea of sex. I didn’t seek it out, or care about it. It was barely even spared a thought in my mind.

I started thinking that there might be something wrong with me, or that maybe I had felt sexual attraction toward someone, and I just hadn’t noticed. But the further into the year I got, the more I came to recognize the fact that that was not the case.

I recall on one specific wet day in the late winter of that year, I was walking my dog on the one day the temperatures were slightly decent, and I was just scrolling through the internet aimlessly when I noticed something that caught my eye. It was a post (which I cannot find) of around two dozen pride flags, each with a name and description of the sexaulity or gender identity it represented.

That day, walking the dog through slush that got melting snow stuck to his paws and mud clinging to my boots, as the temperature prepared to drop below freezing for another week, I learned, for the first time, what Asexuality was.

I had seen the flag before, of course, and heard the term ‘ace,’ but I had never looked into it, thought about it. I didn’t think much of it at that moment, either. I just filed it away and moved on to exhale sharply through my nose at whatever ‘Stonks’ meme came up on my feed next.

Quite a while (as in, literal years) passed, though, and I found myself thinking about the idea of ‘Asexuality’ that I had heard about more and more.

The one thing that really held me back was the fact that I was fine with the concept of having sex with someone, though I was only really interested in doing it for the experience/intimacy, and possibly in the future to have a child, and I thought to myself, “I can’t be Asexual if I want to have a kid. That’s not how it works.”

Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly at all), there was one thing that really did it for me in the end, and that was when Muffin ( @muffinlance ) announced on Tumblr (in a post I cannot find) that she was going to be having a baby.

An asexual (married too, so take that grandma!), having a baby. While still being asexual.

I looked into it, discovered the idea of someone being Asexual Sex-Positive, Sex-Neutral, or Sex-Negative. I found out, truly, about the idea of being Demisexual, or Gray Axsexual. The idea of an Asexuality Spectrum was opened up to me, and I realized suddenly that all of my worries, everything that had been holding me back, didn’t matter.

My Tumblr bio shortly after changed from ‘she/her’ to ‘she/her, ace’ and it was one of the best feelings in the entire world. I don’t quite think I’ll ever be able to describe to someone who never went through the experience of finally feeling like your belong, if only for that one moment.

(also, currently, I’m of the opinion that I am either Biromantic or Panromantic. I’m leaning more towards bi, but I’m completely open still. I also have still not dated a single person ever, so who knows. That’s not what this is about, just thought I’d mention it)

You should take all the time you need, find what fits you. It’s weird to hear, and it’s hard to do, but I’m quite sure that once you find it, you’ll know it.

Last holiday season, while at a gathering with the more intensely religious and traditional side of my family, a cousin of mine sang “I Kissed a Boy,” by Adele, but changed the lyrics to “I Kissed a Girl,” so as not to appear ‘gay’ in any way, shape, or form.

I noticed a different cousin of mine looking a bit upset while he sang the song, and so I talked to her alone afterward to see if they were all right, and after just a few minutes of speaking about nothing in particular, he came out to me in a hallway at a holiday party when no one else but me was around. And, in return, I did the same and came out to them.

He was the first family member I ever came out to, and that was the first time I truly told someone my sexuality. I told them I was asexual, and they accepted it and we hugged and it was one of the more exhilarating moments of my entire life.

So, in the end, how did I figure out I was ace?

I just sort of did. I feel I could have done more research earlier than I did, but that’s all right. It all worked out. I figured it out, and I promise you will, too. And if you get it wrong a few times before you get it right? That’s perfectly okay, too.

Anyway, one more additional personal thought about something I noticed that I think is kinda weird:

Muffin and her actions and stuff are so weirdly tied to such random core parts of my life. I published the first chapter of Fractures because I was encouraged and inspired when I saw her own stories. I finally figured out my sexuality and felt like I belonged, like one of those flags was mine, because of her. It’s just a bit crazy to me. Thanks, I guess, Muffin.

All right, that’s about it. I hope this helps, at least a bit.

I wish you the best, anon, in figuring out who you are. You can take as long as you need or want, you don’t need to stick to a choice. This is your identity. This is yours. Not a single person gets a choice in the matter besides you. Good luck, and remember, you’ve always got me in your corner. If anyone ever gives you shit about this kinda thing, send ‘em my way. I did Tae Kwon Do for two-and-a-half years, and I’m also constantly fueled by spite and Twix bars. We’re all here for you.

That goes for anyone. Don’t be afraid to embrace who you are. I’m proud of you, we’re all proud of you. This is who you are. Enjoy it.

#not atla #ask #ask away #ace things #this is a long post but #you know what im not gonna put it behind a read more #i mean unless someone specifically asks me too?#id do it then #if it was hindering ppl in some way #but other than if that happens #then no!#anyway im gonna go to bed #hope you all enjoyed my ramblings #remember #dont be afraid to be yourself #bc thats all you ever need to be #i promise #edit: ive changed the pronouns of my cousin as they've recently come out and now use he/they pronouns

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mypersonmyg · 4 years ago

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stream simulator | jjk

pairing: gamer/streamer!jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, gamer au

rating: g

wc: 1k

warnings: n/a

summary: you want to sit in the comfy gamer chair OR jeongguk’s subs love you more than they love him

a/n: i’m honestly so proud of myself for keeping up with this, even if maybe they’re not great drabbles; anyways...how perfect that it’s the 7th day, the prompt is games and the only boy i haven’t written for is my love mr.jeon? i hope you enjoy :-))

also...i kinda like the concept of this so mayhaps i’ll do more drabbles with these 2, come back and flesh it out more???

prompt 7. G - Game. The otp+ play a game together.

november drabbles masterlist

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The hum of a droning program does little to distract from the desire for company, Jeongguk long since locked away in his office. You’re privy to the occasional raise of a voice, laughter piercing peaked ears, enticed by the unrelenting joy. Time just meets the mark of an hour when you’re rising in sweats, sights set on the kitchen for a roundup of snacks curated for an occasion such as this.

You lose resolve as you tread, feet silent with socks against vinyl, towards Jeongguk’s closed door. You debate a knock though you’re reminded of headphone covered ears, the sound of unrelenting alerts and the deliverance of messages dripping with adoration and the occasional well intended dig.

The door is pushed with exerted effort, the will to maintain grip on the items in your grasp. You’re stilled at the immediate whip of Jeongguk’s head, your entrance not as stealthy as planned. It’s with embarrassment that you realize the image of you fits to frame on the sizable monitor.

“Well hello there, come on in,” Jeongguk is less than surprised at your sudden appearance, already working on the plugging of spare headphones, his backup mic slotted into the stand. “The chat is already going crazy with donos because they like you better than me.”

“They haven’t even met me,” You deposit your haul to the desk, face scrunched in mortification. You readily accept the placement of headphones, Jeongguk then rising to fetch a near chair. You take his absence as a chance to swoop in, bottom firmly planting in the gaming chair you’d gifted him. “Hi guys, I’m y/n if you don’t know! Guk never lets me sit in his chair, now I see why.”

You’re able to just catch the flash of comments that flood the screen. Viewers poking fun at your boyfriend and his love for the cushioned seats. Your chuckle is interrupted by his reappearance, a chair significantly less pleasing in his grip.

“Your chat says that you love your chair more than me,” You regard with arms folded, Jeongguk quickly depositing the chair, arms framing you whilst he peruses the screen.

“You guys are traders,” He points to the lens, feigned disappointment painting his otherwise innocent features. “She’s been on for two minutes and you’re already putting me on blast.”

“You’re not even gonna deny it!?”

“Babe, this chair feels like it was crafted by the gods. Tell me it doesn’t.” He fixes a stare, daring a fib. You shrug without the pretense to move, Jeongguk shifting you ever so slightly with encouragement. “Besides, you don’t need me, the chat has already collectively decided that this is your stream.”

True to word, you glance at the screen, the first words to catch your gaze being jeongguk who? I only see y/n <3.

“You guys are so sweet! Why don’t you invite me to your streams?” You ask Jeongguk, his hands already reaching for a half eaten bag, as he settles into the spare chair, all but given up on regaining his spot.

“You can come whenever you want,” He speaks as if it’s obvious past the crunch of a filled mouth. “I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Not interested in spending time with you and this sexy crowd?” Jeongguk is quick to swallow, eyes widening at blatant flirtation. You feel yourself heat at your own words, unsure of sudden confidence.

“Oh no, you’re giving them ideas. She’s mine, no one else look at her,” You muffle bursts of laughter at the attempt to shield you from the screen. As if to further prove the territorial gag you feel the press of lips to your cheeks. “Maybe this is why I never invited you, I’ve got competition now.”

“But hey look, so many people are subbing!” This catches attention, your headphones half askew, a reminder of the alerts sounding in your ear. Jeongguk turns back to the streamer side, your eyes taking him in as he calls out thanks to the rise in sub counts and donations aplenty.

“Y/n?” You blink, Jeongguk’s attention once more on you, a half smirk on his face. “They said that they want you to come on stream more.”

“Really?” You double check, sure that it’s something Jeongguk would say to boost a shy ego. Sure enough it’s the truth, chorus of agreement sounding off in every direction. You nearly shy into Jeongguk’s hoodie, but simply smile into the lens. “You guys are really sweet.”

“Careful, I’m not trying to let you steal my job.”

“Don’t worry, I love you too much to do that.” Now you’re the one dropping a kiss, thumb swiping along his dimpled cheek. “Let’s play a game!”

“Excuse me? You wanna play a game?” A valid response, your competitive streak not entirely present in this respect. Your explanation lies in the desire to gain the full experience.

“Yeah, we can play something simple like the game with the little round guys with all of the costumes!” You throw your arms out in vague movements, your words not seeming explanation enough.

“Is-is my girlfriend turning into a gamer?” Jeongguk glances from you to the camera, expression undergoing a range of emotion, all over dramatic in right. “I don’t know guys, I might have to end the stream early if you know what I mean.”

“You’re so gross!” You counter with a gentle shove, both of you laughing at the declaration. He begins typing away at the screen, pulling up the game in question your vocals emitting to a rather pleased squeal. “Yes, this!”

“When have you seen anyone play this?”

“I watch you sometimes,” You admit sheepish, the topic never coming up. It’s not surprising you would support his streams, but the thought of being outside when you could’ve been a part of the action dawns.

“Aw, you guys she watches my streams,” Jeongguk coos. “You wanna go first?”

“Oh no, I’m scared.” You respond in tiny, watching as the chat explodes with words of affirmation, still stunned at their ready acceptance. “So many people are watching.”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. They won’t bully you like they do to me.”

“What?” You’re given no chance to thrust the controller away as it’s placed in your palms. Jeongguk leading you blind. You turn to him with wide eyes of betrayal, his hands already offering the raise of thumbs.

“Good luck, you’ll do great!”

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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Train Cars and Sun Spots - Kaminari Denki

—/—

You think he’s beautiful.

A disarming, reckless sort of beautiful as he barrels into the train, jumping headfirst through the doors just seconds from closing. He erupts into a flurry of fidgeting as he skids to a stop, one hand patting down his wild blonde hair and the other dusting off his sweats. It’s like he can’t sit still. Like he’s got an itch in his skin that’s shifting his weight around, balancing on one foot and then the other- rinse and repeat as he grabs onto the handrail above his head for stability.

Another second passes and then he’s pulling a plastic water bottle from his bag, twisting it open and crinkling the plastic. It seems to you that that he’s trying to make as much noise possible, but then you notice his headphones. They’re black and yellow, undeniably playing at full blast in his ears. You then decide it’s much more likely that he just can’t hear himself- that he somehow doesn’t realize how much of a scene he’s making in the otherwise quiet train car.

You find it a little refreshing, him seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You’d been riding this train for weeks now, to and from school, and you’d seen the same people day after day. The same old businessmen and their same old brief-cases and their same old silence. Not him though- never him and his noise. You were sure you’d remember hearing someone as loud as him.

Still, you try not to stare.

Although, you suppose, it wouldn’t really matter. He probably wouldn’t be able to pick you out of all the other people staring. It’s like he’s got the entire train car arrested and staggered; all eyes stuck on the strange boy who was moving far too much for a 7:00AM commute.

Shifting in your seat, you balanced your book higher in your hands. You hoped that by just barely skimming your eyes over the top, hiding inconspicuously behind the pages, you could look and not be noticed.

You were wrong.

When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you. He’s got eyes like molten gold, and when he smiles they crinkle closed into happy little slits. That smile is easy and unrelenting when he pushes away from the handrail, hands shoved into his pockets as he nears.

“Hey there!”

His words are friendly, but god, if his voice isn’t loud. You wince, beginning to think that you’d severely underestimated the volume of his music. You’re sure now that it absolutely must be bursting his eardrums.

“Oh-“ He looks sheepish. Then he’s yanking the headphones from his ears, and dropping into the seat next to you. “Too loud, right? Sorry! Didn’t realize.”

You’re stunned.

At first, it seemed unbelievable that this conversation could’ve arised from just a single glance; but then you look a little closer, at his shifting eyebrows and his grin that’s colored shades of flirtatious and it’s a little more believeable. You realize quickly that’s all it ever would’ve taken with him- A single look.

“I’m Kaminari.” He announces confidently, your silence not deterring him in the slightest. “Kaminari Denki.”

“Oh. Okay. Um, hi?”

“Hi!” He greets again, and then he’s pulling that same water bottle from his back. It’s crinkling and half-empty and he’s extending it to you. “Want some?”

It’s in the way his eyebrows wiggle, the mischeivous glint in his eyes- you can see his intentions plastered across his face. The water bottle’s just a front for an indirect kiss. Quite literally the oldest trick in the book.

You want to roll your eyes, but then you look at him again. At his bright eyes and long lashes and shaggy hair falling softly over his forehead. He’s the sort of pretty that gives a lot of second chances- you were no exception to that rule.

“No thanks.” You laugh, easily dazzled by his sunshine smile. You raise a palm to push the bottle away. “Keep it to yourself, yeah?”

“Aww, but you’re too cute not to share with!”

The line rolls off his tongue smooth and easy, and you’re sure now- Kaminari’s a flirt. A shameless, brazen one dripping honey between his words as he fluffs his hair. It’s all a little too natural, a little too practiced. It takes only seconds, and you know definitively that you’re far from the first girl he’s offered his water to.

He’s still cute though, if only in a fleeting way, so you decide to humor him. It’s not like you’ve got anything more pressing to attend to.

“Mhm. And just how often do you use that line, huh?” You ask, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I-“ He starts, but then he’s slouching into the seat laughing. “Yeah, maybe not my best work. Meant it though.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“No, really! I did!”

You look at him again.

Kaminari’s straightened himself, eyes earnest and smile kind as he gazes back. He’s fiddling with the strings on his sweatshirt, idly twirling them between his fingers. It’s a human gesture. Unrehearsed and unpracticed and seemingly only for your eyes. You begin to wonder if that’s his real tactic- coming on strong just to melt into warm, sun-soaked softness.

“Alright. I believe you. Maybe.” You say. “But you’re on thin ice, Kaminari.”

“I’ll take it!” He fist-bumps the air. “See normally, I’d be totally crashing and burning by now!”

“So you are admitting I’m not the first girl you’ve tried that on?”

“What I- Okay. Yes? Maybe?” He laughs nervously, hand once again twirling his sweatshirt strings. “In my defense, I’m not the smartest guy, alright?”

“Nor the quietest either.”

“What?”

He’s got his head turned, cocked to the side as he blinks slowly at you. You think he looks like a confused puppy.

“You practically screamed at me when you said hi.” You tell him easily, letting an amused smile crawl across your lips. “Kinda thought I was being yelled at for a second.”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry! Really! I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s okay. Can I give you just a little advice, though?”

“Sure?”

“Don’t scream at the next girl and then immeadiately offer her something to drink. That’s generally pretty suspicious.”

You watch the light leave Kaminari’s eyes and then he folds in his seat. He snaps at the waist, dropping his face into his palms and letting out a theatric groan.

“God, I messed this up.” He whines, peeking at you through his fingers. “Messed up real bad, didn’t I?”

“A little,” You laugh. “But it’s alright.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re good.”

He smiles then, so relieved and happy and just downright giddy that it nearly blinds you. It’s the kind of smile that makes you think he swallowed the sun; like rays of light were bursting through the tiny gaps in his teeth.

“So, what’s your name then?” He asks.

“L/n Y/n.”

“Y/n. Hmm, I like it.” He sighs happily. “Pretty.”

“That’s my first name.”

“I know.” He grins, all pearly whites and crows feet. You think he’s got a dangerous smile- one that lets him get away with anything. “Figured we’re close enough for that, right?”

“I’ve known you for two minutes.”

“Hey, 2 minutes, 2 hours, 2 years- who’s counting?”

“Me.”

“Okay, well good then.” He snickers. “Because I’m like, really bad at math- Wait. Shit. Should I have told you that?”

“Probably not.”

“Man, I am bad at this.” He whines. His knees knock into yours when he throws himself back into his seat. “It’s not my fault, alright? Usually I never get this this far with girls like you.”

“Girls like me?”

“Mhm. Cute ones.”

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes, only so forgiving. “Really laying it on thick, huh?”

“For sure. My stop’s next so I gotta make sure you actually like me at some point in the next few minutes.”

Something evil slithers into your mind, and you’re smirking when you turn toward him. There’s just an inkling, a tiny little theory in your head, and you want to test it.

“Who said I didn’t already like you?”

Kaminari jumps, his cheeks reddening by the second. There’s nothing cool or composed about him and your theory is confirmed.

Kaminari is a dork. A massive, massive, dork desperately pretending to be a cool guy.

“I- what? You like me?” He asks excitedly, voice rising higher. “Seriously? Like, actually?”

“Sure.” You giggle. “You seem pretty harmless, all things considered.”

“That’s- is that a compliment?” He asks playfully, squinting his eyes at you. “Because harmless wasn’t exactly what I was going for.”

“Oh, so you were trying to creep me out?”

“No!” He shakes his head, cheeks slightly flushing as he laughs.

You giggle too, unable to help yourself. Kaminari really is cute, a lot more so when he’s not recycling tired lines.

“You’re mean.” He smiles something small and pleased. “I like it.”

Suddenly the train car jolts, brakes squeaking and squealing as it skids to a stop. You rock forward with the force, and Kaminari knocks his shoulders into yours. When you look at his face, he’s got that mischevious glint back in his eyes, as he bites down on his lip. A second passes and then he touches his shoulders into yours again.

“Really sorry.” He smirks. “Bumpy ride, you know?”

You roll your eyes again, but you are actually feeling a bit charmed. He’s got a sneaky way of buttering people up, you realize- of somehow weaponizing his own embarrassment.

“But I actually do have to go.” He stands, and then he’s pressing his hands together and winking. “I’ll see you here same time tomorrow, right?”

“I don’t know, are you gonna yell at me again?”

“Absolutely! Gottta yell at all the pretty girls, you know?”

“Stop.” You laugh, blushing. You nod towards the doors. “I’ll be here, but go. Door’s gonna close, you dork.”

Kaminari nods and then he’s shoving his headphones back in, still crinkling that water between his fingers. There’s nothing quiet about him as he leaves and you come to think that maybe that’s how he really gets you- it’s not with lines or indirect kisses or grace, it’s with air that seems uncomfortably vacant when he leaves. It’s with the vaccuum he leaves behind.

You watch the doors close after him, but he’s stops on the platform, shooting you a thumbs up through the window. There’s a goofy grin plastered across his face, wide and sunny and brillant. It’s the kind of smile that leaves you wondering if Kaminari knows just how brightly he shines.

When the train kicks into motion again, you’re smiling too, rubbing your eyes as you blink away the sun spots he left behind.

//—//

jus a lil somethin for denki,, as a ~treat~,,, may or may not turn this into a tiny lil series we’ll see :))))

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commonwealthoccurences · 4 years ago

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Romanced!Companions React: Sole Was Abused Pre-War

TW: Spousal abuse and the aftermath/trauma that comes with that. Mention of alcohol (unrelated to the abuse)

Note: Gonna do some canon divergence/request divergence to make this gender neutral! Therefore, we’re going to say the breadwinner/working SO commonly abused their stay-at-home SO. I struggled with deciding whether or not to make this neutral, as it’s an important topic, but I feel as if women are most commonly represented in abuse and this is a good moment to stick to neutrality and non-gender-specific language and try to represent everyone who may be a victim of abuse. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 6,088

The Scenario: Cait, Curie, Deacon, Gage, Hancock, MacCready, Piper, and Preston:

Sole and their companion made their way through Goodneighbor, on their way to visit Hancock. They made it about halfway through the entryway when Daisy called out, ushering the companion into her shop for a chat. They’d met a while ago when the companion first entered Goodneighbor, and swiftly became friends; Daisy’s dry-humored straight forward personality made for great conversation when they were passing through.

The companion and Sole split off with a swift kiss and went their separate ways. Daisy tossed a Nuka-Cola to the companion as they entered her shop, making a comment about putting it on their tab, and they began to chat. Eventually, as the minutes ticked into an hour, they got onto the topic of pre-war culture. Daisy chatted about her life before the bombs dropped and the companion listened intently. “Yeah, I wasn’t much for dating before the war.”

The companion looked up from their soda confused. “Well, why not?”

“Oh I was much more the stay-at-home type and that never boded well back then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I forget not everyone got glimpses into that world. Well, it was pretty normal for the working spouse, the breadwinner if you will, to abuse the stay-at-home spouse. No one really blinked at it. Didn’t wanna put myself in that situation for the sake of appealing to what people considered a normal life path, so I just stayed single. It wasn’t too bad, to be honest, to be alone.

The companion was already lost in thought when she finished her sentence. Suddenly, a lot more things about their relationship made sense. The way Sole seemed to fight against their instinct to just agree with them, the way they flinched when the companion made abrupt movements. God, it made so much sense, and the companion just wanted to run out and hug them. Daisy seemed to notice this, and spoke softly. “Go see them, I can tell you want to. I’ll be here whenever you come back to Goodneighbor.”

Cait:

Cait seemed to cover the space between Hancock’s building and Daisy’s shop in just a few anxious footsteps. She took large strides, anxious to go see Sole, to verify that they didn’t think she would do something like that to them. She knew instinct was overpowering and it was a matter of survival for them, but her heart broke at the idea that they might think she’d be okay with hurting them. Gods, that’s the last thing she wanted to do.

The staircase to Hancock’s room was stretching endlessly despite her taking the stairs two at a time. She ignored the guards that looked her up and down as she strided towards the room, silently daring them to try and stop her with a glare. Of course, they knew she was with Sole, and simply redirected their attention elsewhere as she gave a sharp knock on the door. She waited for a few seconds before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Sole was seated on the couch across from Hancock, laughing at something he said, when she turned and looked at Cait, surprised. “Oh, hey love. Daisy go back to work?” They asked, eyebrows raised at the pleasant surprise of her sudden appearance.

“Uhm, kinda. Need t’ borrow Sole real quick, Hancock.”

They suddenly looked worried, standing and flashing a brief smile before walking towards Cait, giving her a confused and alarmed look. She smiled back at them, but it was slightly tense and she knew they could tell. With a gentle hand on their back, she led them up another flight of stairs and into a dark corner, concerned about eavesdroppers. “What’s wrong, Cait?” They asked.

“You know I would never hurt ya, right?”

“What- where is this coming from?”

“I just- I was talking to Daisy. About pre-war, and…” She trailed off, shaking her head, unsure of what to say.

Sole stood still for a moment before the words clicked in her brain. Their energy seemed to fade abruptly and they avoided looking up at Cait. “Did your… did they ever hit you?” Cait choked out.

They looked up at Cait with a weak smile and nodded. She gritted her teeth and looked down at her feet, suppressing the anger that overcame her like a shock of ice water. “You’re not mad, right?” Sole asked quietly.

“Of course I’m mad, I-”

“There was nothing I could really do. I’m sorry. It was so normal back then.”

“Oh, Gods, Sole. Not mad at you, I could never be mad at you. I’m furious no one protected you. I’m furious I can’t kill the bastard myself.”

Cait opened her arms, giving them the option of pulling away if they were uncomfortable with a hug, considering the topic. They folded into her arms with a soft sigh, wrapping their arms around her like there was no tomorrow. She smelled of cigarettes and mutfruit, something they’d grown to consider the smell of home. Cait smoothed her hand up and down their back and tucked her chin onto their shoulder so she could speak softly into their ear. “That’ll never happen again, ya hear me? I won’ let anyone hurt ya. And I know that’s something I gotta show, cause words don’ mean much for shit like that, but I’ll show ya. Just give me time, yeah?”

“All the time you want, Cait.” They replied, their voice shaky.

“And I know it can be hard to say somethin’ but if I ever make ya uncomfortable, ya need to tell me. I won’ get mad, I wan’ ya to be as comfortable as possible.”

They nodded, their face rubbing against the fabric of her shirt. They gripped her tighter and sniffed quietly, trying desperately not to cry. Cait pulled away and brushed the back of her hand over their cheekbone. “Hey, everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure it all out together.”

Curie:

Curie, for the first time she could remember, felt sick to her stomach. Of course, she knew about the pre-war circumstances; it’d been part of her information training for Vault Tec. However, for some reason she’d never put the dots together that someone would do that to Sole of all people. Who the hell in their right mind would say they loved them and then hurt them like that?

As politely as she could manage, Curie said her goodbyes to Daisy, and made her way slowly to Hancock’s building. It was difficult to focus on where she was going despite her need to see Sole; the world was blurring in front of her as she tried to sort out her emotions. She flitted between rage and confusion, to sadness and guilt, then devastation and back again.

The walk up the staircase was one of shame that Curie didn’t realize sooner what was going on with Sole and the weight they must’ve been carrying. She knew it was difficult to divulge that kind of information to a partner, but she wished she’d done more to show they could trust her. She paused outside the door, her fist raised to knock, but paused. Curie could hear their laughter ringing out from behind the door; this conversation could wait. They were so full of joy, it would hurt them both to take this moment away from them.

Instead, she took a deep breath and smiled. Then, she knocked on the door and cracked it open. Sole turned towards her with a wide smile. “Curie! Come sit, we’re just finishing up.” There was still a lilt of laughter in their tone.

Curie pushed the door open enough to squeeze through and shut it behind her before crossing the room to sit on the arm of Sole’s chair. Sole wrapped an arm around her waist without hesitation, leaning against her as they talked excitedly with Hancock. Another laugh shook their frame and Curie revelled in it, leaning back and rubbing a hand over their shoulder as she listened.

Eventually, Sole sighed and announced that they’d better get going before they wasted the whole day away talking. Hancock protested lightly, sad to see them both go, but accepted once Sole stood their ground. He waved them off with his usual playful vibe and the pair got up to leave. Curie took their hand and squeezed, moreso trying to reassure herself than anything else.

Sole gave her a curious glance but said nothing as they made their way back down the stairs and into the cool evening air. Curie led them to the Hotel Rexford, quiet as they ascended the stairs to their room. When they reached it, she shut the door softly behind them and paused, facing the door, unsure of what to say or how to start. “Curie, sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’ve been off since you came to see Hancock and I.”

“I had a talk with Daisy.” She started, pushing herself away from the door and walking over to stand in front of them. She took their hands in her own. “We talked about what life was like before the war and… the… relationship dynamic that was quite common back then.”

“Ah.” Sole came to realize what she was tiptoeing around and nodded, their face falling a bit.

“I apologize for not realizing sooner what you’ve gone through. I hope as we spend more time together you come to know that will never ‘appen again.” She moved to hug them slowly, wrapping her arms around their waist and resting her head on their chest.

They sighed and returned the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I know you would never, Curie, it’s just habit. I’m sorry.”

“You ‘ave no reason to apologize for instincts that helped you survive, Sole. No part of that was your fault.”

Danse:

Danse had been researching pre-war life in the Brotherhood’s logs in order to better understand Sole. Of course, he could ask them questions, but he noticed how much they lit up when he said he’d heard of something they mentioned, as if they felt better understood. It wasn’t uninteresting, if he was honest. Hearing about a whole different world, with different rules and culture compared to the one he lived in was fascinating. The fact that Sole was part of both worlds, a foot in each, made his head ache. How they managed the two separate identities in their head he had no idea.

After a long night of reading he stumbled across the culture of married life pre-war. There was a flash of uneasiness that rushed through him, knowing they’d left behind a spouse in their vault. The thought that they may miss their spouse nagged at him late at night, wondering if he was good enough to follow up somebody that Sole found worthy of marrying. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he clicked into it.

Things clicked into place as he read what it was like being married back then. Sole flinching when he moved suddenly, their reluctance to get too close if he was in Power Armor, their expertise at dodging punches in combat despite telling him they were a stay-at-home parent before the war. He sat back in his chair, hand clutching his dog tags as he got lost in thought.

It was the gentle click of a door behind him and Sole’s voice that penetrated his thoughts. Quickly, he backed out of the information page and whirled around in his chair to face him. “Whoa, that was a guilty move.” They commented, laughing hesitantly as they looked him over, curiosity in their eyes. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” He said abruptly.

The hurt and confusion in their eyes at his tone made him change his mind immediately. He’d just gotten a look into their past, something they’d never be able to do to him; it was unfair for him to keep the information he’d discovered from them. “I… was researching.”

“Okay?”

“I was researching life before the war. The Brotherhood keeps all the information they gather on it. I wanted to understand what day-to-day life was like, to understand you better. To be able to talk to you on the same page.”

“What’s with the panic, then, love?”

“They had quite a bit of information on what married life was like back then.” He replied, his voice quieting.

“Oh.”

Their demeanor dropped in a flash. Their shoulders sank forward and they looked down at the ground, fumbling with their hands to distract themself. After a moment, they let out an awkward laugh. “Uh, is this where you tell me it’s too much?”

“What?”

“For you to deal with. All the shit I’m bringing with me.” They were still trying to choke out a laugh, but it sounded more like a suppressed sob.

“Jesus Christ, Sole, no!”

Danse tried to keep his tone from rising and got up from his chair, pushing it back as he stepped towards them. They looked up at him for a moment before redirecting their gaze, their eyes flitting around the room, restless. He placed his hands on their shoulders gently. “Please look at me?” He asked softly.

They looked at him, eyes red, and gave a weak smile. “I love you.” Danse definitely wasn’t one to say it so directly, so suddenly, but he needed them to know. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me and I’ll be damned if I let you get into your head and think otherwise, okay?”

Sole nodded, lips pressed together to prevent their mouth from quivering. He cupped their jaw with his hand and practically melted when they leaned into it, closing their eyes and bringing their own hand up to hold his. “We’ll talk about it eventually, when you’re ready. Not any sooner. But I love you and I need you to know that.”

“I love you, too.”

Deacon:

It was hard to put on the easy smile he usually wore and pretend he hadn’t just had his heart shattered on the pavement in Daisy’s shop. He’d heard rumors about what life was like before the bombs dropped, but it wasn’t exactly a priority to discuss a society that no longer existed when you’re fighting to survive in the one you’re part of. Deacon ran a hand over his scalp and forced himself to relax. “Sorry to cut things off so shortly, but I gotta go, Daisy.”

“You’re worried about them.”

Deacon didn’t respond, but it was enough for Daisy to nod. “Go.”

He eased into his usual casual walk as he made his way to Hancock’s building, climbing the stairs at a heavily regulated pace. He was suddenly conscious of every move he made; the steps he took, how fast he was walking, the way his arms swung at his sides as he moved. The grin he threw the guards was forced, but they seemed to not notice as he pushed open the door to Hancock’s room and his voice rang out with a cheerful, “Knock knock!”

Sole turned and gave him a beaming grin, laughter brightened eyes shining his direction. He wanted to capture that look forever as he crossed the room and pressed a soft kiss to their forehead, tossing himself down beside them dramatically. “Hancock, you’ve stolen them away from me for far too long.”

Hancock laughed in return. “Ah, don’t worry about little old me Sunshine, they won’t shut up about you, anyway.”

The flush on Sole’s face had fondness running through it. Deacon’s expression turned smug and he wrapped an arm around their shoulders, rubbing a thumb across their collarbone as they returned to their conversation. The grin slipped slightly as his thoughts returned to the conversation earlier and he swallowed harshly before forcing his attention back to the present. There was no doubt in his mind that Sole had already noticed something was off; they’d learned long ago how to read his body language down to the last detail.

The weight in his chest made itself known when the conversation ended and he and Sole stood, each wrapping Hancock in a tight hug before making their way out of the building. He tugged their hand in the direction of one of the alleys that decorated the back of Goodneighbor and led them down it, wanting to admit to the information he’d been told as soon as possible.

He rubbed a hand over his mouth and dropped the sad excuse for normalcy he’d been forcing. Sole took in a deep breath. “I knew something was wrong. What’s up?”

“I’m gonna start with I’m not mad at you. Not even remotely. I was just talking to Daisy and… she said some things that stuck with me.”

“Okay, can I ask what they were?”

“She told me what marriage was like back during the pre-war days. And it made me realize some things about our dynamic.”

Sole fell silent. It was hard for them to find the words to respond to that. They simply nodded in response and turned away, taking a deep breath to gather their thoughts. “I know you would never hurt me. There’s a reason I don’t need to keep an eye on you right now. But it's a habit, the flinching and stuff. It’s how I lived for years.”

“I know. And I hope eventually it’s something you no longer find necessary to keep at the forefront of your mind.”

Sole turned back around to face him with a small smile and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, giving another to the dimple that appeared when he started to smile. They took his hand in theirs and lifted it to press a kiss to each of his knuckles. “I trust you. I do. If there’s one person I can trust without hesitating, it’s you.”

Gage:

Raiders were a ragtag group of the widest range of personalities one could find across the wasteland. Most motivated by the same thing, wealth, but not always. Gage had encountered just about every type of raider, or so he thought, when he came across a history buff that joined the Pack. He nearly ripped his ears off when the raider launched into another rant about pre-war culture, not because it wasn’t interesting, but because they were supposed to be keeping watch and he hadn’t slept in two days.

Once the raider launched into the history of marriage culture, Gage started paying attention. He knew Sole used to be married and he couldn’t help but worry that he wasn’t living up to their expectations of some they would’ve dated before things got desperate. However, once the raider described it, he felt acid in his throat.

The idea that someone would have someone like Sole and not only take them for granted, but treat them so harshly? God, he wondered if he should start an alliance with the Institute and ask them to build a time machine so he could strangle their ex himself. Abruptly, he stood and announced the raider would be doing watch themself, and started walking back towards Sole’s quarters.

He had to see them now. To reassure them that everything would be okay, that he would rather put himself in one of the bomb collars than lay a hand on them. His pace quickened until he was lightly jogging through the misty evening, his gun in it’s holster hitting against his thigh with every step. The elevator ride up was too long for him to bear, his foot tapping anxiously against the metal flooring as it meandered upwards.

Sole would probably be in bed reading, or cleaning their gun with Dogmeat at their feet. He huffed out an anxious breath and walked onto the balcony, scanning the area. No sign of Sole other than a lantern on their desk. He pressed a hand against the glass and detected the slightest bit of warmth; they must’ve gone to their room recently. After double checking that the lantern was fully out he opened the door to the interior and stepped inside.

Warm air hit his skin with a light blast and he relished in the warmth and the smell of the soap Sole used to wash their clothes. It was such a contrast to the grease and sweat that permeated the raiders quarters and the odor of blood that surrounded the Disciples. He pried his boots off, toe to heel, and left them near the doorway before making his way farther inside.

Sure enough, Sole was lounged in their bed, a book they’d scavenged propped up against their raised leg. Relief filled him, though he didn’t know for what reason. He took a few more steps and launched himself onto the bed next to him, adjusting his positioning until his face was pressed against their shoulder. Immediately, he felt them shift, and the rustling of pages indicated they put the book down. “Gage, baby, what’s wrong?” They asked, resting a hand on his back.

He moved his face away from their arm and looked up at him. Of all the shit he’d seen as a raider and even before that, this hurt the worst, and it showed in the way he was struggling not to tear up. His jaw was clenched, his expression tense and riddled with guilt and the need for reassurance, like a lost puppy.

Sole didn’t ask again, not wanting to push him, and continued to rub his back, tracing patterns against his skin through his shirt. He brushed his nose against the fabric of their shirt and closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts as he laid there. The soft tracing against his back amplified the sharp pain in his heart at what he’d realized. He struggled to motivate himself for a moment before sitting up. “Babe, I have a difficult question for you.”

Sole’s eyebrows crept together in concern and they nodded, turning their attention towards him completely. “Before the war… did your spouse… did they ever hurt you?”

Their eyes widened and they looked away for a moment, obviously thinking for a second. “Why do you ask?”

“This raider… they told me stories about life before the war. And the way you act sometimes, like you’re protecting yourself. I’d hope to God I never gave you a reason to feel like you needed to protect yourself from me, so I figured since they said it was so common back then…”

“They’re right.” They replied simply, giving him a wry, sad smile.

“I’m sorry.”

Gage lifted his arm laying next to them, offering a space for them to cuddle into his side. They did so eagerly, their book next to their side, forgotten, as they ducked under his arm and rested their cheek against his chest. He squeezed them gently and bowed his head to kiss their temple. “I hope one day you never feel you have to keep that guard up, but I do want you to know I’m never gonna get upset that you feel you need to. I get that that’s what life was and how you protected yourself.”

They sniffled quietly and brushed their hand against their nose, causing him to rub their arm with a heavy breath. “Everything’s gonna be just fine, honey. Swear to ya.”

Hancock:

It was late in the evening as Farenheit, Sole, and Hancock gathered in his suit, chatting, alcohol in hand. Farenheit had a slight flush going, grateful for the guards that had taken over her duties for the night. Sole pulled their hand through their hair as they laughed at one of the comments Farenheit had made, throwing their entire weight against Hancock as their body shook with laughter. He grinned and took a swig of his own drink. “Y’know, I have to wonder what life was like before the war.” Farenheit said suddenly.

Sole tilted their head curiously. “Whaddya mean?”

“I mean, relationships here are just casual and stuff. You survive together and that’s that. But from what I’ve heard, dating culture was complicated, and marriage? Yeesh. Don’t get me started on that nightmare.”

With that comment, Sole stilled. Their drink shook a bit in their hand and they took in a deep breath, leaning forward to set the glass down on the table in front of them. Hancock pressed a hand against their shoulder to get their attention and saw right through the reassuring smile they sent his way. It didn’t reach their eyes the way it should.

He smoothed his hand down their arm calmly. “Hey, Fahrenheit. We appreciate the company, but I think we need to head to bed. Sole’s got an early mornin’, y’know.” He stretched his arms in an exaggerated show of his exhaustion and set his own glass down, standing.

Fahrenheit caught on rather quickly and cast a grin at the both of them before moving herself off the couch and heading towards the door. “Night, you two!”

Sole called a soft “Goodnight” after her and settled back into the couch, lost in thought. Hancock shrugged off his jacket and set his hat on one of the many tables that littered the room before moving to sit down next to them again. He pressed a kiss to their cheek. “I’m losin’ you sweetheart, come back to Earth for a moment for me.” His gravelly voice remained low and soothing.

They jumped slightly before turning and smiling at him, leaning sideways so they could rest their head on his shoulder. He turned his head so it was easier for them to hear him and mumbled quietly, “She hit a nerve, darlin’?”

“Yeah.” Their voice was fragile.

“I’m sorry, Sunshine, wish it hadn’t. You want me to stay or would you rather be alone right now?”

“Stay. Please. I trust you.”

“I’m glad.” His voice was warm, like a crackling fire.

There was a beat of silence. “I’d ring their neck if I could, you know.”

They let out a laugh, quiet, but reassuring nonetheless. “I’d let you.”

MacCready:

There was a stone in his stomach at the idea that someone could do that to their spouse of all people. Disgust settled in his chest. And to Sole of all people? No one deserved that, but Jesus, Sole was the most selfless, genuine person he knew. With a moment to steel himself, he gave his regards to Daisy, and started to make his way to Hancock’s building.

It was probably one of the most difficult walks he’d taken. He knew they were probably enjoying Hancock’s company and reassured himself that he’d be able to hide what he’d discovered long enough for them to relish the time they had with him. Mac readjusted the cap on his head and headed into the building, sneezing lightly at the dust that kicked up.

As soon as he entered the room, the anxiety that had been running through him eased. Sole had their head thrown back in laughter, joy radiating from them like a light. Without a word, he crossed the room and leaned over the back of the couch, resting his arms over their shoulders as he listened in. They were throwing light banter back and forth at each other. Mac mindlessly trailed his fingers up their arm, thinking hard about how to broach the topic. “Alright, Mac’s got somethin’ on his mind, I think it’s time we get going.” Sole brought him swiftly out of his own head.

He smiled good-naturedly, but Sole could tell he was still thinking hard about something. They stood and wrapped Hancock in a dramatic hug before moving around the couch to greet MacCready with a hug. “Alright, let’s get going.” They said softly, giving him a smile.

He nodded in agreement and followed them out of the room, then out of the building. They led him towards the Hotel Rexford, resigning themself to the fact that it had gotten late, time lost in the midst of their conversation, and were definitely staying the night in Goodneighbor. Sole had been amongst Goodneighbor often enough the hotel reserved a room for them at all times, and they simply greeted the receptionist and kept moving towards the stairs, key in hand already.

They shut the door softly and kicked off their shoes, placing their weapon on the bedside table before reaching for a pre-stocked can of water. “So what’s up, love?” They asked, quirking an eyebrow in his direction before taking a swig of water.

Mac tossed his hat onto the table beside their gun. “I was talking to Daisy.” He started.

“Mhm?” They looked him over carefully.

“We got onto the subject of what marriage was like. Before the war.”

Sole froze with the can halfway to their mouth before sighing and clearing their throat. They set the can of water down on the table and walked over to him. “Nothing I experience is reflected specifically on you. The flinching- I know you’ve noticed -is just a force of habit.” They spoke calmly, despite the struggle he could see in their eyes.

“I know, I’m not concerned about me. I get it. I mean, God I hope you never see them in me, but… I just wish I could’ve done something.”

“It’s in the past. Not either of our faults.” They smiled bitterly and kissed him, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw. “I love you.” They whispered once they pulled away.

“I love you, too.”

Nick:

Nick knew from the beginning. The memories he had implanted in his head, of the man who was and wasn’t him, spelled out plainly what life was like before the war. What people did to the spouse that was considered stay-at-home. He knew why Sole flinched, and he knew why they startled when he raised his voice.

And Sole knew he knew. Once they found out he had memories from before the war, and he mentioned what a terrible husband one of his friends was, they knew. They met his gaze quietly, a questioning look on their face. He simply smiled and took their hand, rubbing his thumb across their knuckles, and returning to the previous topic. There was a quiet silence as he finished his thought, and then he spoke. “I hope you know I don’t think any differently of you.” He said.

Sole looked at him thoughtfully. “I believe you. And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Piper:

Piper was shaking with fury. She considered herself someone with a pretty even temper, but this had gotten her riled up like nothing else. God, who the hell could think that was normal? Okay? And Sole, having to go through that thinking no one would care. She politely said goodbye to Daisy, her tone forced, and made her way, determined, to Hancock’s building.

And then she stopped abruptly outside. It wasn’t fair for her to come to Sole with information about their life they didn’t willingly give to them, and spew it out in anger. They were the one that had the first right to be angry about what they went through, not her. So she forced herself to take deep breaths and simply collapsed into a bench outside the building.

It was about an hour later that Sole wandered out, a grin wide on their face, and called out a cheery greeting to Piper. She returned with the same enthusiasm, catching them in a hug and pressing kisses all over their face. “How was your chat?” She asked, pressing her cold nose against their throat.

“Agh, Piper- it was good. God your nose is cold.”

She laughed and mumbled a quiet “Good” against their throat before leaving a kiss there and pulling away. She made sure not to move suddenly. This wasn’t a discussion they needed to have right away; Sole was the one who should bring something like that up, and while she would tell them honestly that she knew, it wasn’t fair for her to spring it on them. Instead, she listened to them talk about their conversation with Hancock cheerfully as they moved through the streets of Goodneighbor.

Preston:

Preston leaned against the wall of Daisy’s shop, asking for a moment before he left. She nodded, as gracious as she was straightforward, and left to go rearrange some things upstairs to leave him in the quiet. He glanced around the settlement, appreciative despite his initial apprehensiveness the first time he had set foot inside Goodneighbor.

Sole would spend a while talking with Hancock, there was no doubt. Once the two got together they were unstoppable, laughing and joking together like there was no tomorrow. He loved it, truth be told, the way Sole became so carefree. Daisy had commented once that the only person she saw them more comfortable around was Preston himself.

Was it fair to bring up what he said, then? If they were so comfortable and carefree around him, they would bring it up on their own time, surely. Of course, he wanted them to know that he cared, that he was furious on their behalf, and so in love with them he’d stop the world from spinning if they wanted him to.

He gathered his flittering thoughts and turned back towards Daisy’s counter. She had returned long before he’d realized, not paying any mind to him. “Do you have any of those sweet rolls?” He asked, voice rougher than he’d realized.

Daisy nodded and set them on the counter, a Nuka-Cola beside it. “It’s on me. Don’t worry about it.”

X6-88:

X6 came to the realization when he decided to read one of Sole’s pre-war books they’d scavenged. It was a romance novel they’d jokingly recommended to them, however, he ended up confused by the halfway mark; it seemed like the opposite of a romance novel, considering the abuse that took place so casually. After a few hours of reading and trying to press through, he stood, shaking his head, and walked through the house to find Sole.

They were leaned over their workbench, a gun in it’s many pieces on the table in front of them. When they heard his footsteps they looked up with a bright grin. “What’s up, Six?”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

They glanced down to the novel he was holding and snorted. “What’s the matter, gorgeous?”

“This… isn’t a romance novel. I think you gave me the wrong book.”

Sole grew confused. “It says it on the front cover.” They pointed out.

He turned the book to examine the front once again. Sure enough, it was advertised as a best-selling romance novel. He sighed in confusion. “The main character’s spouse, though… I don’t get it.”

Sole stilled. They thought for a moment before leaning over to catch the title on the front cover, then straightened and sighed. “Things were different back then, Six, that’s all.”

“Did… was that what your marriage was like?”

Sole looked at him for a moment, simply taking in a soft sight they never thought they’d see. X6, despite being one of the tallest people they’d met, looked absolutely unintimidating. He was dressed in pajamas they’d found for him and a loose white t-shirt, the novel held loosely in his hand, his shining eyes confused and curious. “I’m afraid so, love. But I’ve got you now.” They smiled, aware how forced it must look.

X6 crossed the room and set the book down before wrapping them in a hug, barely hesitating. He said nothing, simply held them as comfortably as he could, hoping they knew what he was trying to convey. They sighed and kissed his jaw before resting their head on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry about me, Six. It’s something I deal with. God forbid you ever let that bastard make you feel sad, too.” They laughed a little at the end of their sentence, gently scratching their short nails across his back.

#TW: Abuse #fallout 4 #fo4 #companions react #Angst #Hurt Comfort #Cait #Curie #Paladin Danse #Deacon #Gage #Mayor Hancock #RJ MacCready #Nick Valentine #Piper #Preston Garvey #X6-88

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annab-nana · 4 years ago

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im a whore for angst so:

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy." with bucky after the reader dies on a mission?

i too am a whore for angst so i’m excited to be heartbroken by writing this

update: i've been kinda emotional all day but i teared up while writing this

warnings: blood, talk of a stab wound, death, guns (it's a fight y'all)

bucky would beat himself up about the moment he let you slip through his fingers every single day for the rest of his life. he could've prevented it, told you to stay back, or grabbed you himself to back you away from the unrelenting chitauri army that thanos had brought with him, but you were just so filled with rage and determination. he thought you could take them. in fact he knew you could, but when his eyes left you for a moment to deal with the ones he had on him and came back to you, there were more aliens than there were previously. it was more than you could handle and there wasn't enough time for him to come to your rescue. of course he came running your way, shooting at the alien bastards as soon as he saw you were outnumbered, but he wasn't quick enough. one of them stabbed a huge blade right through your center, the red-stained sword impaling through your stomach. your wide eyes looked down to see your ultimate fate before looking up and catching the bright blue eyes of your love. you gave him a sad look because you knew he would never forgive himself though it wasn't his fault before the blade was pulled out of you. pain spread throughout your body making you feel numb.

the screams of your name ripped through the air as bucky's footsteps thudded against the hard ground. you had been so determined to fight this fight and win it because it was against the guy who took bucky from you and now it was bucky who was firing his gun at anything and anyone who wasn't on his side because he had to fight for you. blinding rage was all he could see as he took out each of the ones who were responsible for your pain and suffering. he stopped though upon hearing your voice. it was like all the anger that once flooded his body vanished and all he could sense was you. he knelt beside you, his hand coming up to wipe the tears and dirt from your face before he held your hand in his.

"bucky, i'm so sorry. i'm so-" you started as you got worked up and more tears fell from your eyes. bucky was quick to calm you, shushing you and laying light kisses all over your face.

"doll, it's okay. it's okay. i love you, you hear me?" he spoke through his own tears as you nodded, still sobbing in pain and sorrow.

"bucky, i love you so much. please-" you cut yourself off to cough, scared by the red substance that came out of your mouth. "please, don't let this rule your whole life. you need to find someone else later on to love, but don't forget about me," you tried to laugh but it only led to more coughing.

"i could never forget you, y/n." you smiled at that before reaching behind your neck to unclasp your necklace.

"here, keep this. something to remember me by," you told him whilst handing him the silver chain that held your father's ring on it. you could feel yourself weakening and your muscles giving out, that peace that people feel before they go washing over you. bucky noticed your eyes getting heavier and wore a sad smile before laying one last kiss to your forehead, your favorite kind of kisses from him.

"it's okay, doll. i love you. you can let go now." and those were his last words to you before you slumped in his arms and let death take you. bucky didn't even really have the chance to cry over you before rocket landed in front of him to shoot at the chitauri soldier coming his way. that's when he realized he was still in a battle and couldn't just lay there with you and cry over your body. he still had a fight and he'd be damned if he let them win.

a few months later, he was doing his daily visit at your grave. he had brought your favorite flowers, setting them at the headstone before pressing a kiss to the front of it at the top. it was as close as he could get to a kiss on the forehead and he greeted you with it every time along with his signature, "hey doll." he laid next to where you were buried, staring at the sky and telling about his day like he used to do.

"hey, someone complimented me on the ring today. i normally keep it under my shirt, close to my heart, but it slipped out and someone at the grocery store saw it and said they loved it. it made me think of you but honestly, when am i not thinking of you?" he chuckled lightly, fingers toying with the ring on the chain you'd given him as he talked.

"i saw something earlier, i can't remember what, but i just know you would've laughed so hard at it," he laughed again, "i would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again, to see you smile, to see you happy. doll, i'd do anything to see you again."

when he heard the sound of a laugh of someone who sounded eerily similar to yours, his head darted up to look for its source. he only found a girl who looked nothing like you but sounded the same as you when she laughed with her girlfriend. the sound itself caused a warmth he hadn't felt in a while to bloom in his chest and he smiled at your headstone.

"i don't know how you did that, doll, but thank you. i needed that." he talked for a few more moments before getting up. he pressed another kiss to your headstone in the same place he always did before he bid your grave goodbye, happy with what happened today and excited for his visit tomorrow.

send in some blurbs

#starryevermore #blurbs #bucky barnes #bucky barnes blurbs

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hiccanna-tidbits · 4 years ago

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Autistic Hiccup x ADHD Anna Headcanons

SO I’ve been really into the whole Autistic x ADHD ship dynamic and Hiccanna...highkey fits??? Like y’all know I will die on my “Anna has ADHD” hill, but after reading this post by @hobie-brown I’m like wait, the autistic Hiccup headcanon is wonderful too??? And blends SO WELL with ADHD Anna??? And I absolutely HAD to explore it more so BOOM headcanon time! Another special thanks to @hobie-brown for writing the super lovely autistic Hiccup headcanon masterpost that inspired me to do this!

Disclaimer: I myself am not on the spectrum (part of the reason I’ve always felt a little weird about definitively HCing characters as autistic unless I see actual autistic people HC them that way too), so most of the stuff here is stuff I know secondhand from my autistic friends! I do have ADHD, so I can always promise that ADHD Anna will be 100% authentic XD

~Anna absolutely gets into Hiccup’s special interests to try and impress him. The most obvious one being, of course, dragons, but also dinosaurs (extinct dragons), lizards (tiny dragons), and Dungeons and Dragons (An RPG game that does, in fact, include dragons). Hiccup absolutely had that dragonology book as a kid and got obsessed with it beyond all reasonability. Hilariously, Anna’s wooing strategy of indulging his special interests works like a charm--mainly because a) he’s pretty flattered that someone takes THAT much of an interest in what he likes and b) half the time, ANNA finds that she genuinely gets into whatever said special interest is and finds them easy to hyperfixate on. It helps that the more she obsesses over it herself, the more she has to talk to Hiccup about XD

~Specifically, Anna definitely joins a DnD campaign at some point so that Hiccup will think she’s a “cool gamer girl”--and then gets unironically obsessed with it and starts writing 10-page backstories for all of her characters. She later tells Hiccup it started out as a ruse to win his heart via nerdiness, and he absolutely loses his shit laughing.

~One of their overlapping special interests/hyperfixations is high fantasy. Hiccup is, unsurprisingly, all about the mythical creatures while Anna is more into the magic and the zesty political drama, but you dun best believe they catch every CGI-ridden fantasy movie that ever comes out. They’ve both spent a literal fortune on fantasy movie tickets, even moreso on watching them in 3D or Imax. How embarrassing for both of them.

~Another less-obvious overlapping interest is history. Hiccup gets into it while looking into the cultural mythos of dragons (he’s pretty fascinated by the fact that so many cultures around the world thought up similar creatures independently), while Anna gets into it because she grew up cooped up bored and lonely in a big house, and entertained herself by looking into the history behind some of the family paintings. They don’t seem it at first, but they’re actually both huge medieval and ancient civilization history buffs.

~Hiccup is THE most touch-repulsed person you will ever meet. This is unfortunate, as he is also SUPER touch-starved and absolutely does not realize it (I mean, I’ve never gotten the vibe Stoic was the super huggy type, considering his and Hicc’s relationship in HTTYD 1). This means he has absolutely no fucking clue what to make of Anna when they first meet meet. Anna’s the sort of person to give physical affection pretty freely, especially if she likes you--usually in the form of hugs, arm pats or playful swats, putting her elbow on your shoulder, etc etc. Hiccup is kinda just like “this is way too much touching but like??? I kinda like having her this close to me??? What do???”

~Anna, meanwhile, notices that Hiccup kinda stiffens up whenever she touches him and seems to not be crazy about it and she’s just immediately like “yo what’s wrong???” And as SOON as he admits he’s not all that crazy about being touched randomly she’s like “OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY” and never touches him without asking again.

~As soon as she finds out touch a kind of A Whole Thing for him, Anna is like...AGGRESSIVELY respectful of Hiccup’s boundaries when it comes to physical affection. Almost annoyingly so. She gets in the habit of basically never initiating any kind of physical touch without asking first--even long after they’ve started dating, and he’s told her it’s okay to initiate touching as long as she’s not smothery about it. She still refuses out of principle.

~They come up with a kind of “consent language” so Anna can pretty quickly determine when it’s all right to touch Hiccup--because Anna still really likes being physically affectionate with him, and he does actually like receiving physical affection a lot of the time (because, again, touch-starved), he’s just choosy about who does it. They work out a system based off of small, light touches that Hiccup doesn’t mind where it’s basically 2 taps on his shoulder for “can I hug you around the neck,” 2 taps on his side for “can I hug you around the waist,” 2 taps on his arm for “can I grab/lightly slap/punch your arm,” and 1 tap on is shoulder for “can I put my arm/elbow on your shoulder.” If he’s cool with it he’ll either nod or just say “yeah go ahead.” It works a lot quicker than asking “can I do such-and-such specific touch” every single time, and allows Anna to keep some of her spontaneity. They develop this during their friendship and it ends up rolling over into their relationship, even after Hiccup has basically told her she doesn’t need to ask permission for a lot of these anymore. She adds a new one after they start dating--she taps him a couple times wherever she wants to kiss him to ask if it’s cool to give him a smooch! It usually is.

~INFODUMPING. Literally SO. MUCH. INFODUMPING. Hiccup absolutely WILL NOT SHUT UP when he gets to talking about one of his special interests. Anna just will not shut up in general, but when the topic changes to one of her hyperfixations, it’s even worse. If you try to have a conversation with these two while they’re infodumping, you WILL get talked over. Honestly, left to their own devices, they could probably infodump to each other for literal days on end.

~Despite how much they both like to infodump, they’re both pretty good about being patient and indulging the other when it’s their partner’s turn to infodump in the conversation XD They are, however, notorious about accidentally triggering a barely-related infodump in the other person. It’s not uncommon for one of them to finish a rant and then the other goes “OH THAT REMINDS ME” and sets off on a completely different, barely-related rant.

~Hiccup actually really appreciates how overexpressive--and occasionally overdramatic--Anna tends to be. He never has to try and figure out what she’s thinking because she just says everything in her brain, and her body language basically always matches how she’s feeling to a ridiculous extent, so he never has to give himself a headache trying to read her. The fact that she’s the opposite of subtle and has no filter whatsoever works great for him, because he doesn’t have to drive himself insane trying to understand her. He gets her better than he gets most people because she’s an open goddamn book. The boy’s never been the best with social cues at all, never mind the nuanced, obscure ones, so Anna’s general straightforwardness and utter inability to hide her true feelings at literally any time is a breath of fresh air. What you see is basically what you get, and Hiccup wouldn’t have it any other way.

~People think when Anna and Hiccup start dating it’s gonna be a disaster, mainly because he’s so blunt and she can be...”oversensitive” (i.e. has a REALLY bad case of RSD). Turns out they’re dead wrong--because Hiccup has RSD too! (I mean, come ON--look how BADLY he wants to get his village’s approval! And how hard he takes it when his dad or someone else is mad at him--even if he tries to hide it with snark) He’s actually one of the few people who can be blunt enough with Anna that she realizes when she’s being a dumbass but tactful enough not to hurt her feelings or set off her RSD--because god, has he been there. When Anna is being especially difficult and has worked herself into a real bad funk, Hiccup (and sometimes Elsa) is the only people who can talk to her and get through to her without getting blown up at.

~They stim in similar ways!!! They both tend to fidget or kinda bounce up in down in place as a way to comfort themselves and calm themselves down (I see them both having a lot of anxiety and generally being kind of paranoid, although Anna is MUCH better at hiding this via putting on a cheerful face). They both do the leg bounce!!! Also if they get SUPER excited they’ll do a little awkward happy dance!!! They both also tend to stim by rubbing things in small, repetitive motions--with Hiccup, it’s usually his sketching pens, his ear, his head, or the back of his neck, while with Anna, it’s usually her other hand, her arm, her clothes, or really anything with kind of a comforting, consistent texture (some favorites are rubber, felt, and velvet). After they start dating, they actually will stim with each other’s hands while holding hands--usually by squeezing the other person’s hand in kind of a repetitive pattern or doing the thumb-rub thing on the back of the other person’s hand. It’s not uncommon for them to each be doing something completely unrelated while holding hands and just stimming on each other’s hands the entire time. Anna especially really loves when she feels Hiccup stimming on her, because it’s her little indicator that he’s happy and feels at peace and content in her presence and she LOVES being able to do that for him!

~They both stim by playing with hair too! Anna likes to play with her own to stim--mainly by figeting with the end of her braids or tucking hair behind her ear. She DOES love to ruffle Hiccup’s hair too (and she LOVES how fluffy it is!), but it’s usually not a stim thing. After they start dating, Anna does occasionally stim by massaging Hiccup’s hair/scalp, but she doesn’t usually do it for very long. Hiccup really loves braiding Anna’s hair, or just playing with it when it’s down. it helps him relax and clear his mind to have something fairly repetitive and/or mindless to do.

~Even after gaining some confidence, Hiccup still has a fair bit of social anxiety, so he and Anna basically always go to parties and social events together and stick with each other the whole time to make it less intimidating for him. Hiccup generally prefers to let Anna do the talking when they chat with people, and sometimes if he’s REALLY nervous he’ll sometimes even let her kinda talk for him (not in a condescending “speaking over” kinda way, but more in like a “I can sense you’re not comfortable speaking here so I’ll help you out as best I can” kinda way). She always makes sure to leave space in the conversation for him to take over talking if he wants. She’s also incredibly prone to bragging about his accomplishments to basically everyone they know. Hiccup is both embarrassed and flattered by this.

~When Anna finds out about meltdowns (probably through Hiccup mentioning it kind of offhandedly--“Eh, sorry I went AWOL last night, I was having a bit of a meltdown. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine now.”) she lowkey gets super anxious and frustrated because she REALLY wants to help, but has no idea how. Cue literal HOURS of research on the internet and AGGRESSIVE memorizing of any and all tips that she reads that she thinks would help. Which, of course, means several MORE hours spent going over flashcards like she’s studying for a goddamn test, because Anna has never been known for her sharp, expansive memory.

~The first time Hiccup ever has a meltdown in front of her (maybe after a really bad phone fight with his dad or something? Just general sensory overload?), she takes him to a secluded room and IMMEDIATELY gets rid of anything that could be agitating sensory-wise. She dims the lights! She closes the blinds! She throws a nearby clock, an alarm, a timer, and several other objects with only the slightest potential of making an annoying noise out of a nearby window in a fit of passion! She goes on a frenzied quest to find Hiccup’s noise-cancelling headphones--and finishes it in record time! Even in a state of emotional turmoil, Hiccup realizes that Anna’s being just a little too methodical in how she goes about all this--these are the kind of things that wouldn’t ever occur naturally to her to do. So as soon as he calms down a bit and has screamed into a pillow for a while, he’s like “...did you go on the internet to look up how to help with meltdowns?” and Anna’s like “...yes?” And Hiccup is lowkey so touched he starts crying all over again...and then, naturally, makes a long string of snarky comments to try and distract from it XD

~For their anniversary Anna saves up a bunch and buys Hiccup a lizard and a terrarium!!! She gets him a crocodile skink because, I quote, “Well, they always look annoyed, they’re kinda shy, they don’t like to be touched, and they look like tiny dragons, so they reminded me of you!!!” Hiccup screams like a goddamn fangirl, he’s SO excited. As luck would have it, Hiccup’s crocodile skink is a lot less skittish and prone to hiding than they usually are, and he actually lets Hiccup pick him up and pet him without much issue. Which is honestly great, because repeatedly touching something smooth and even like lizard scales helps calm Hiccup down when he’s agitated and helps with some of his sensory issues.

~Probably goes without saying, but Hiccup basically NEVER genuinely gives Anna a hard time about her memory problems or how she’s not always the quickest on the uptake, and if anyone tries to call her annoying, dumb, or immature he will absolutely roast them into oblivion. He does sometimes like...lightly tease her about jumping into things without thinking or never shutting up, but he never pushes it if he can tell she’s genuinely bothered by it (and, again, Anna is very easy to read, so it’s not hard to tell XD)

~I’ve seen other people in the fandom HC either Hiccup, Anna, or both of them as BOTH autistic and ADHD, and honestly...fuck yes!!! I’m down for this too! I love the idea of these two disaster ND kids just vibing with each other on so many damn levels that it’s like...incomprehensible to the average human XD Like man, they fuckin GET each other!!! I’m pretty happy with most combinations of ADHD + Autistic headcanons for Anna and Hiccup, so long as they end up vibing!!!

~THEY JUST. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. SO MUCH. THEY LITERALLY WOULD DIE FOR EACH OTHER. I AM SURE OF IT. I’M CRYING.

#hiccanna #hiccup x anna #anna x hiccup #hiccup #anna #hiccupxanna #annaxhiccup #autistic hiccup #adhd anna #headcanons #hcs #httyd #frozen #crossover #rotbtd #rotbtfd #hiccup haddock #princess anna

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bokoutoe-retired · 4 years ago

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— #2 “did you think i was going to hit you?”

characters; ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis; ushijima comes home irritated and it leaves you a little on edge

total w/c; 881

warnings; vague mention of past physical abuse, and brief fear of current physical abuse, maybe a curse word?? also, just a reminder i am not a haikyuu! manga spoiler free account! this does have minor time skip spoilers

「a/n」requested by @irenenene! i had a super hard time writing this and i feel like it kinda shows lmao :/ oh well, it was a fun challenge and i hope y’all enjoy it <3 also this might be the only thing i post this weekend because friday was my birthday (and this is a scheduled post) but i’d love any feedback on this piece! praise or constructive criticism!!

wakatoshi had had a bad day. that much was clear from the way he threw the door shut a little too hard and kicked his shoes off a little too roughly.

“hey toshi, welcome home” you smile at him from your place on the couch. he hums gruffly in acknowledgment but doesn't say anything else. the response honestly puts you off a little. usually, you’d at least get a “hello, y/n” or a “hi, love” in return, and today? nothing but a grunt. “is everything alright love?” you ask him from your place on the couch.

“yes, fine” he grumbles in a way that makes it seem like everything is very much not alright. despite his blunt response he makes his way over to you and presses a kiss to your forehead, reassuring your anxiety that he’s not mad at you, but rather something else that happened during the day.

you had thought maybe after his hot shower he would come sit and talk to you about what had put him in such a sour mood, but his shoulders stayed stiff and his brows remained furrowed. ushijima isn’t usually much of a vocal person, it takes a while for him to find a way to put some of his thoughts into words. you understand that completely, that’s why you know he’ll always confide in you, and he wants to, it just takes him a minute before he’s ready. you follow him as he passes the living room and enters the connected kitchen. he starts taking the remains of dinner from the fridge as you lean on the counter next to him. you were worried about him, he hadn’t been this tense in a long long time and you know the adlers had an important game in a couple weeks.

“are you sure everything's okay?” you run your hand down his back, and it almost feels like he leans back into the touch.

“it’s fine” his curt answer is edged with sharpness and anger.

“you know what? here,” you take the tupperware he had had in his hands “let me heat up the leftovers while you go sit down and then we can talk about whatever's bothering y-”

“i told you it was fine y/n!” his voice wasn’t too loud but his tone was angry and exasperated. a loud boom stems from the contact between his hand and the table as he brings his fist down. you flinch violently, your hands coming up in an attempt to protect yourself from what you thought was an inevitable blow. the room is silent, save for the sounds of your breathing as it picks up and tears well in your eyes. your arms drop for you to see wakatoshi standing in front of you, his eyes wide. you wrap your arms around yourself and fall into the chair behind you as the tears start flowing.

“did you think i was going to hit you?” he seems to be in disbelief, of himself and the entire situation. he quickly forgets about his iration at the sight of you crying because of HIM. it breaks his heart, and now with a much clearer head, he realizes he should’ve left his anger that was completely unrelated to you at the door.

“y-yes, god i’m so sorry toshi” rationally, you knew wakatoshi would never hurt you on purpose, but past experiences had left you more wary and more cautious than you wanted to be. the combination of that deep fear nagging in the very back of your mind and the anxiety of worrying about wakatoshi being what caused you to react with such a start.

“sweetheart, no. why are you apologizing to me, i should be apologizing to you. i shouldn’t have gotten so frustrated, it didn’t even relate to you. i am very sorry y/n” he comes to kneel in front of you on the chair, taking both your shaking hands into one of his. “but i need you to know, no matter how angry or how upset i am i will NEVER lay a hand on you like that. ever.” despite the events that just transpired, it's easy to find comfort in wakatoshis arms as you collapse forward into his chest. your tears continue to fall, wetting his shoulder you’ve tucked your head into

“i know, i- i just got so scared and-” your hands clutch into his fresh shirt as you try to breathe and calm down a little.

“shh, i know my love” he cradles you close to him, rubbing his hand across your back soothingly. as the adrenaline fades from your body, your breathing is still a little shaky but your cries are now sniffles few and far between. “would you like to go to bed? we could talk if you still want, or we could cuddle and watch a movie, whatever you please” he holds you away from him slightly so he can brush the remaining tears of your cheeks and look into your eyes.

“we can talk if you’re ready,” you sniffle and stand up, ushijimas large hand rests on the small of your back and guides you into his chest for a tight hug “but if not, can we just cuddle?”

“of course, anything for you, love. let’s go talk”

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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Love Bug- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: Tom's caught the love bug- well, actually it’s just food poisoning.

Word Count: 1700

Warning: swearing, food poisoning aka vomiting, mentions of sex, secondhand embarrassment

Masterlist Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

A/N: kinda inspired by a part in Interview Troubles part two (but unrelated!!)

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“What are you looking for?” Tom asked Harrison as the blond rummaged through their fridge. Tom took his last bite of the leftover chicken, clearing his lunch plate.

“I’m dumping out the old food before I leave.” He replied, taking out the week old spaghetti leftovers from the fridge along with a few other things, like salad that had definitely sat in the drawer for too long.

“You know I’m still gonna be here, right?” Tom reminded his friend. He set his plate in the sink before starting to unload the dishes. Harrison was going out of town for the weekend, and he wanted to make sure no rotting food would sit in their fridge because both he and Tom were awful when it came to making sure their fridge wasn’t harboring month old leftovers.

“Where’d that chicken go?” He asked as Tom let out an untamed burp, “The lemon chicken?”

“I just ate that.” The brunette replied, “Seemed fine enough to eat.”

“Mate, that was almost two weeks old!” Harrison exclaimed with a laugh, and Tom went red in embarrassment.

“Well, shit, if I die, I die.” He reasoned with a shrug. He could only hope his stomach could bear the old chicken he’d just eaten.

That hope didn’t last long though.

“Hey, darling.” Tom smiled, fighting back the oddly sudden urge to belch in front of you. He greeted you with a kiss, welcoming you into his place.

“What movie are we watching tonight?” You asked as the two of you made your way into his living room.

“I don’t know. What do you wanna watch?” Tom flopped down on the couch, happily pulling you into his arms. It had been far too long since you two could comfortably cuddle on the couch without Harrison interrupting (he didn’t like getting sexiled from his own living room), which is why Tom was quick to invite you, his girlfriend of six months, over when his housemate left.

Once you two had chosen a movie, it had barely gotten through the first ten minutes when Tom started to press kisses to your shoulder, a telltale sign that he didn’t intend on just cuddling you throughout the movie (hence another reason why Harrison would cockblock you two in the common areas). You turned around in Tom’s arms and his lips were on yours instantly. His hands were on your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Pressing up against him, you moaned into the kiss. Just as your hands started to snake their way up his shirt, he pulled back.

“What is it?” You asked in confusion, opening your eyes to see the rigid look on his face. Tom was silent as he uncomfortably turned enough that he wasn’t facing you anymore. He let out a loud burp, before turning back to you sheepishly. The intimate scene quickly turned humorous to you.

“I’m sorry.” He laughed nervously. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“Thank you for not burping in my face.” You teased through your own laughter.

“I should go brush my teeth.” Tom admitted, and you bit your lip to refrain from giggling at the embarrassed look on his face. Tom shuffled off the couch, basically rolling over you in the process. As he left the room, he called back out to you, “I’ll be right back!”

You watched the movie by yourself for the next few minutes until Tom came bounding back into the room. He smiled, sitting back down beside you, “Minty fresh. Where were we?”

“Hm,” You pretended to think about it, shifting into his lap, leaning into him, “I think just about here.” You teased before kissing him.

As you continued to kiss him, Tom started to feel strangely warm, but not the usual ‘making out’ warm, instead it was the ‘kinda sick’ warm. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you in tight to him and deepened the hungry kiss. Your fingers tugged on his at the back of his head, and he moaned, never wanting it to end.

But then, he felt his stomach turn abruptly and a wave of nausea washed over him. He knew then that he was going to be sick and here you were making out in his lap. He reluctantly pulled away, and you took that as a sign to kiss his neck.

“Darling, wait.” Tom said, feeling your hands start to creep their way up his shirt, ghosting over his abs.

“You alright?” You asked, pulling away from his neck to look him in the eyes.

“I know it’s a buzzkill, but I- uh, I have to go to the bathroom.” He wanted to groan, as if this night couldn’t get any more embarrassing for him.

“Hurry back.” You laughed, shifting off his lap so he could get up. Tom stood from the couch and leaned down to give you one last kiss.

“Be back before you know it.” He promised. As he was walking out of the room, he realized he had an unusual dilemma. Normally when you were over, he’d just use the half bathroom next to the living room because it was right there, but now, he definitely didn’t want to use a bathroom within earshot of you. He hurried to his own bathroom, far from the living room, hoping you wouldn’t think too much about it. It was one thing to accidentally burp in front of you, it was another to have you hear him shit or even vomit (he wasn’t sure yet which one was coming)- and he didn’t feel like you were at that stage yet.

Tom knew he loved you, but he just didn’t know how to tell you that. Neither of you had said those three little words, and it was terrifying to him that he might say it too early. He’d never felt this way about anyone before, and he was going to do his best to not accidentally mess it up, even if that means he’ll hide his nausea to not ruin this date.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the couch, watching the movie, thinking about your own feelings. You definitely loved Tom, that was a given. You were just waiting for him to say it or for you to at least have some absolute proof that he loved you too; you didn’t want to say it before he knew it himself. After a few minutes of waiting, you realized how long it’d be and you felt a wave of awkward pity come over you. You contemplated telling Tom something came up because he obviously wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to admit that to you out of embarrassment, but then again you didn’t want to leave him if he was sick. As you sat there, continuing to figure out what to do, you heard the recognizable (and gross) sound of vomiting.

You quietly got up and made your way over to Tom’s bathroom. The door was closed, and you lightly knocked on it.

“Be out in a minute!” Tom called back to you, flushing the toilet quickly. His throat sounded dry as his voice shook a little.

“Are you okay, Tom? I heard-“ You paused, not really knowing what to say exactly. You wanted to help him, but you didn’t know if he felt like you two were at the point in which he’d let you help him when he’s sick like this. Slowly, the door opened and you were met with a pale Tom.

“I’m sorry.” He frowned, leaning against the door for support.

“It’s alright. How are you feeling?” You asked, pressing a hand to his forehead. He was hot, but not fever hot. Tom opened his mouth to respond before he shut it just as quickly, rushing back over to the toilet. You sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his back as he emptied out his stomach. When he finished, he flushed and you spoke up, “What did you eat?”

“Two week old chicken.” He admitted and you grimaced.

“Why did you have two week old chicken in your fridge?” You laughed lightly.

“Because I’m shit at remembering to clear it out.” He sighed, leaning against the wall as he prayed he was done puking. He was in too much discomfort to really feel humiliated by the fact that he three up in front of you, but when you stood up from your spot and made your way to the door. Tom felt his heart drop. He really had just completely made a fool of himself, “Are you leaving?”

“What? No, I’m getting you some water.” You told him, and he smiled weakly at you, a sense of awe coming over his face. “Go lay down, I’ll be back.”

As you went to the kitchen to see what home remedies Tom had, he brushed his teeth (again) and left the bathroom, stumbling his way to his bedroom. He laid down with a heavy sigh, a hand holding his stomach in pain. You got him a tall glass of water and some saltines from the kitchen and made your way into his room.

“You really don’t have to stay.” Tom said weakly as he took the glass of water from you.

“No, I want to. You need someone to take care of you because you and I both know you won’t do it yourself.” You teased, padding across the room to grab his trash can, which luckily was empty except for the plastic bag wrapped in it.

“I think I’m done puking for a while.” He laughed awkwardly, still feeling bad about the whole situation.

“Good. Want some cuddles then?” You asked with a smile, and he nodded.

“Please.” He mumbled. You got into the bed and he loosely wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry about all of this.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You replied, pushing his curls out his face, trailing your fingers on his jaw lightly.

“I love you.” Tom whispered quietly, not fully aware that he had even said those words aloud. When he realized it, he tensed a little and you smiled softly at him.

“I love you, too.” You told him softly. “If you didn’t just throw up, I’d kiss you right now.”

“Yeah, it’s probably best to hold off on that.” He laughed lightly, cuddling in closer to you.

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eddiesfaerie · 4 years ago

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ok this one's kinda loosey goosey but do what you want with it! from the smut prompts, 9, 15, 24 with *whispers* daddy!paterson

my baby love, i really i hope i did daddy!pat justice, he’s too perfect :( <3 ummm please ignore how slightly similar the setting is to your Flip request i did not mean to do that lol

(900 words) - NSFW, daddy kink, kind of mean Pat, fingering

Your nimble fingers press firm and skilled into the dough, kneading it tenderly. The bowl of mixed berries sits next to the dough, macerating, preparing to be put into the pie crust once that’s ready as well.

You’d been in the kitchen for a little while now, labouring over Pat’s favourite sort of pie, berry pie, a special little treat.

He had a not so great week at work, now tucked away in his little nook in the basement, writing until his hands cramped up or his brain stopped working. You’d encouraged him to go busy himself, to take his mind off of things while you whipped something up.

You just hoped he would like it, hoped he would be pleased with you.

You’re still kneading when you hear the stairs creak in that familiar way, with the heavy weight that’s big, strong, Paterson.

His long and firm legs carry him up the stairs until you feel his hands on your waist, gripping you tighter than you would have expected him to, pressing your ass into his crotch immediately. You gasp.

“Hi Pat.” You say gently, voice soft, hands never ceasing their motions on the dough.

Pat growls, brushing your hair aside and latching onto your neck, biting, sucking. You whine, pressing your backside into his insistently. It was never hard for him to rile you up, you were so easy for him.

And he knew what you were asking for with that little push of your hips.

He doesn’t say anything when he reaches for the hem of your skirt, you feign innocence when he pushes it up and over your hips acting surprised when he exposes your clothed cunt to his starved eyes.

He grumbles something you don’t catch, those hushed words weren’t meant for you anyways.

Without missing a beat, Pat rips your cotton panties from you, pushing them down your legs until they rest snuggly against your knees. His large foot expertly kicks your feet apart as one of his strong hands simultaneously pushes down between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the counter, covering your chest in flour.

“Pat-”

He shushes you, barely letting you get out a whine. You clamp your mouth shut, worrying your lip between your teeth. You feel his fingers dance across the skin on the back of your thighs, skating closer and closer to your sickeningly sweet center. You suppress another whine, surely biting through the thin flesh of your lip, you think you taste blood.

The hand on your back eases up its grip at the same moment that the other drags up along the length of your cunt, collecting your slick. You arch your back into him, trying to get something more.

“Did I say you could stop?” His low voice rumbles throughout the kitchen and going straight to your pussy, you clench around nothing. You turn your head back to face him better, confused at his question.

“W-what?” Paterson sneers at you, lurching forward into your body, hand cupping your sex.

“Did Daddy say you could stop.” He repeats, emphasizing his words menacingly. It only makes you clench harder.

You whimper, offering a quiet ‘sorry Daddy’ which Paterson seems to accept. You straighten your upper torso and continue to knead into the toughened dough, cursing yourself for letting it harden up a bit.

You go back to work on the dough. And on your first knead, Pat stuffs your cunt full of his two fat fingers, your favourite ones. You keen loud, a bit too loud, embarrassingly loud.

He starts pumping them, taking his time to admire the way your pussy swallows them whole, always so greedy, so wet, so ready.

“You take my fingers so well, don’t you sweet thing?” His warm breath hits your cheek, you hadn’t realized how tightly pressed against you he was. You moan at his hot voice, his seductive whispers.

Your nod your head, your lip still wedged between your teeth, your wrists weak with pleasure as you try, but fail, to keep kneading your dough with wobbly arms.

“Yeah Daddy, I do.” You whimper, hips rocking back to swallow up more of his fingers until they’re buried to the knuckle, to the bone.

He digs around in you, searching, scissoring, beckoning, curling against your textured walls making you wither where he holds you against the counter, your own fingers beginning to curl into your dough. Paterson notices and laughs, laughs at the spell he’s got you under, how you bend to his will so readily.

“Feels good?” He asks, or more so, taunts. You nod your head fervently without missing a beat, a sweat breaking out near your temple from the heat of the stove accumulating in the kitchen.

“Answer me.” He pushes, no malice to his voice, truly monotone, deadpan, as if he would rather be doing anything else than this. His fingers are unrelenting in their assault.

“F-fingers- your fingers, feel so good, Daddy.”

“Hmmm, I bet they do,” He presses a tender kiss to your cheek, licking some berry juice that’s now stained your cheek from your face before lightly sinking his teeth into the supple flesh. You yelp, yet continue to rock your cunt into his palm, trying to pull him in deeper.

Paterson chuckles darkly at your desperation, “I don’t care how good it feels, you’re not coming until I let you.”

#jesus omg i did a lot with this #did i do too much? who knows #maybe not #maybe i didnt do enough 👀#umm either way its hot #tw: daddy kink #cw: daddy kink #daddy!paterson #reader insert #paterson x reader #imagine #smut #my writing #request #prompt #worm800

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iamkidfish · 4 years ago

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OMG. That one! That one! We need a continuation to the lips chasing with a little “grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them” added when they inevitably talk about the kiss. This needs to happen. I’m am dying for this now!

part 2 of the truth or dare fic!

Leah finds her at the waterfall, hours later.

It takes her longer than usual for a variety of reasons: Dot holds her back from stumbling off into the high grasses that buffer the sandy beach from the woods, the gummies are still reeking havoc on her decision making, but mostly because, apparently, Fatin is fucking fast when she wants to be. Leah’s never seen her run before (she has a vague memory of Fatin refusing to run the mile in freshman year gym class, telling their teacher “shin splints really won’t help my chances at Juilliard but I guess you want to destroy my career before it starts”), but after Leah pulls back from their stupid Truth or Dare kiss, evidently it was so terrible that Fatin turned into a world class athlete and sprinted into the woods.

So yeah, it’s late afternoon, by Leah’s most accurate guess, when she finds Fatin sitting on a rock overlooking their waterfall. She thinks back to the first time they found her at the waterfall, all those weeks ago, and how different her own relationship with Fatin was: tentative friendship or volatile in a way that usually blew up in both of their faces. Honestly she can’t really imagine the Fatin who smeared blood on her face would be the same girl whose hands were shaking as she kissed Leah, but she supposes if she’s learned anything in the past year, in the past two months even, is that people can change quickly on you.

“You gotta stop running away like that,” the unspoken from me weighs too heavy in the air for the calm, cool, collected feeling Leah is trying to convey. It’s a little hard to be casual when you’re trying to confront the girl who ran away after she kissed you on why exactly she ran away (or even kissed you) in the first place.

“Well, you should stop finding my hiding spots,” Fatin says with a small, twisted grin.

Despite herself, Leah smiles.

“Maybe you should find better spots to hide,” she fires back. This is easy, Leah can do this, can do casual, can participate in witty banter to distract herself from the feeling of Fatin’s lips on her own. Distract herself how Fatin had kissed her and then left.

“Nah I can’t be too elusive. Don’t want Dorothy stressing too much and sending another search party after me,” Fatin says easily.

Leah thinks back and realizes that Fatin never saw, never knew, how utterly destroyed she was during their first time looking for Fatin in the woods. Sure, they had made their peace after and then it shifted and solidified into friendship, but Leah never told her how the others, even Dot, wanted to turn around, to give up on Fatin, but she was the one who made them all push forward and keep looking.

And it hits her now, all at once: maybe Fatin wanted Leah to find her at the waterfall. Knew that Leah knew to go to the waterfall to find her.

It makes her so dizzy that she has to sit down, but maybe that makes the whole thing worse because now they’re on the same eye level and Leah can’t even tell what Fatin’s thinking.

She decides to go for it, because not knowing is worse than just straight up rejection.

Leah Rilke has been called a lot of things (crazy, psycho, bitch, a combo of all three), but never timid.

“Fatin, why did you kiss me?”

God, Fatin won’t even look at her now and Leah knows the rejection is coming, can feel the sinking pressure folding up her insides like clothes in an air-tight vacuum seal. And really, she brought this upon herself. Because she’s always been good at loving the wrong people, loving in excess until her entire being is consumed and she’s drowning under the weight of it all.

“You heard Rachel and Toni, it was just for fun, no strings attached,” Fatin says, but what Leah hears is you’re just another warm body, just another person for Fatin to fuck.

Actually, maybe she lied. Maybe rejection is worse than not knowing.

“I don’t really do the whole ‘no strings attached’ thing,” and fuck, Leah’s not going to cry in front of Fatin.

“I know,” Faith says, “and I’ve always done ‘no strings attached.’”

It’s too much. Leah stands up abruptly, would rather not look Fatin in the eyes as she snaps Leah’s heart in two. There’s no point in this, she’s heard enough.

Fatin luring her all the way out to the waterfall just to say she’s not interested is a new low. She’s made her intentions clear; Leah doesn’t have to stick around in the carnage, waiting to get hit by debris.

She turns to leave, takes two steps, before a warm hand is sliding between her fingers.

“Wait,”

Leah doesn’t know what causes her to snap, just a little, but she does. (Maybe it’s the way she remembers the feeling of Fatin humming into her mouth, her fingers playing with the baby hairs at the base of Leah’s head, the way her expensive perfume lingered on Leah’s own clothes and how she can smell it, even now.)

“What Fatin? Don’t you think my life’s already fucked up enough without you rejecting me?”

Fatin doesn’t even deny it. In fact, there’s something like a smile on her face. Leah hasn’t seen her have this much nerve since their early days on the island.

“Girl, you need to get your listening comprehension skills checked.”

What the fuck? Maybe she accidently says that out loud.

“Did you not hear the contraction? I said I have always, not currently.” Fatin pulls on Leah’s hand and she lets her. They sit back down on the rocks overlooking the waterfall.

“I still don’t....what?”

Fatin huffs like it’s a chore to explain how thoroughly she’s rejecting Leah, like she’s annoyed at her instead of the other way around.

“Do you remember that guy I told you about? The one from Smart and Final?”

“No,” because how would Leah differentiate between him and the tens of other guys that Fatin’s mentioned on the island. Then, there’s that itching, gnawing, feeling that starts at the back of her head and Leah thinks back to the first night on the island, after they buried Jeanette, after the alcohol burned the back of her throat. Tries to remember—

“You lost your virginity to him,” she says dully.

“In the front seat of his mom’s Honda Pilot,” Fatin looks off wistfully. “Sorry, not the point.”

“Fuck, I’m really fucking this up,” she cringes and well, Leah doesn’t totally disagree. “Look, yeah we hooked up and he took my virginity or whatever but that doesn’t matter. I loved him, like really loved him. And maybe that’s stupid because we were fifteen or the way my parents were, but fuck, I loved him.”

Leah makes a noncommittal grunt because hearing about a guy that Fatin’s had genuine feelings for? It makes everything stinger a little sharper.

“I was so excited to have a boyfriend but my mom shut it down as soon as I was skipping rehearsals to see him. Gave me this whole speech about women and success and how men will always be there but opportunities won’t,” Fatin rolls her eyes.

Despite herself, Leah feels her lip twitch into a smirk.

“I know, not very female empowerment of her. Anyway, I got the message: no boyfriends to distract myself from the cello. And the next best thing was sleeping around, but not because I wanted to, but because it was easier. If there’s no feelings in the first place, then you can’t get hurt.”

Across from her, Fatin takes in a shuddering breath, “but that was before the island. Before you, Leah.”

Oh.

It never occurred to Leah that Fatin wanted to kiss her, for reasons (and feelings) completely unrelated to their stupid party game.

“So that’s why I freaked out and came here, not because it was a bad kiss, because I knew it was a good one, but it kinda solidified everything for me, feelings wise.”

“You have feelings..for me?” Leah blinks, not really believing the words that are coming out of Fatin’s mouth.

Suddenly, she’s aware of how Fatin’s still holding onto her hand, has been for this whole conversation.

“There it is,” Fatin says and Leah can’t even be mad at her, not really.

“So, if I kissed you now, strings attached, would you kiss me back?” Her voice comes out small, barely audible over the sounds of the waterfall.

“Yes,” Fatin whispers.

Leah leans in and Fatin leans in and Leah’s not too sure who makes contact first, but then suddenly they’re kissing: slow and hungry and desperate.

Fatin was right, their Truth or Dare kiss was good, but this one is so much better.

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