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noodlemoondle · 5 months ago

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Drunken Care

Solomon x Reader

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cw: drinking/drunkenness, like ONE slightly suggestive scene, nudity? (i’m not rlly sure what to add here)

tags: fluff!, you’re drunk lol, caring solomon, bathing together, literally sleeping together

(idrk what to add here either lolol)

description: you get a bit too drunk at one of Diavolo’s balls and solomon brings you home and takes care of you

author’s note: posting this in honor of the end of obey me. i wrote this like over a year ago when nightbringer first came out so im not rlly a fan of how i wrote it but i rlly didn’t wanna rewrite the whole thing so i just fixed it up a bit. so i do apologize for that and anything i missed. also omfg i edited and fixed this like 3 different times bc tumblr KEPT FUCKING DELETING MY WORK. i was losing my mind but i rlly wanted to post it but i couldn’t post it unedited. also please bear with me as i sort thru all of my fics in my notes before i start writing new ones lolol.

N E wayzz i hope u enjoy!!! ·̀.̫·́✧

Diavolo’s balls were always fun. Sometimes it even seemed as if everyone in all of Devildom was invited to them. It was always fun to socialize and laugh with everyone, but eventually in the night you’d start feel a little left out since everyone would get drunk out of their minds and even though you didn’t necessarily mind the taste of demonus, you couldn’t really get drunk off of it so you don’t really see the point of drinking it. After a while, you’d just go hang out with Solomon since he’d be the only sober one left (not including Barbatos). Diavolo’s kind soul eventually took note this and made sure to get loads of human world alcohol so you and solomon could get as drunk as you please every time you were at the castle. Now this, made Diavolo’s parties the absolute best.

Solomon used to love getting drunk with you, but ever since you both got sent back in time he’s started to watch himself more since he knew how much you loved to get drunk with the brothers and someone needed to be able to watch over you. (and also since the last time he got super drunk he admitted some embarrassing things to you he’d rather not repeat). Tonight was no different, you were drunk out of your mind, greatly enjoying yourself, but it was just starting to get late and you needed to get home. Solomon had to forcefully drag you away before you died from alcohol poisoning (he swears you’re an alcoholic no matter how many times you deny it) you made sure to shoot him an angry glare with your bottom lip slightly poking out for dragging you away so early, but you eventually eased up on the drive home.

Solomon pulled up to the house and before you could get out of the car, he locked the door trapping you inside. In you confused, drunken state all you could do was was angrily stare at him as he made his way around to your door before opening it. He placed one hand on the roof of the vehicle, as he leaned inside to unbuckle your seatbelt.

“I don’t trust you to walk. Come here i’ll carry you.”

His princely act made you lose you forget your childish tantrum, replacing it with a childlike glee as you start giggling at him, jumping into his hold as he lifted you up. As he carried you to the door, you peppered his face and neck with kisses giggling and smiling with every peck you placed on him leaving a faint mark of pink lipstick on his skin. Solomon smiled down at you, adoring your cuteness whenever you got drunk. He begins to walk through the halls as he starts to make his way to the bathroom.

“Sol?” you ask innocently.

“Yes, baby?” he responds looking down and admiring your smile.

“You’re so pretty” you say accompanied with a smile.

“Angel?” he asks.

“Uh huh?” you say giggling obviously appreciating the name.

“You’re even prettier” he replies adding a kiss on your forehead as well.

You gasp and smile so big giggling even more. He looked down at you with all the love in all three worlds as he opened the bathroom door and placed you on the counter so he can start running a bath.

“Sol?” you ask again, beginning to kick your feet back and forth.

“Yes, darling?” he responds with a raised voice as the water begins to run.

“Do you know why i call you Sol?” you question.

He’s heard you tell him millions of times, but he never gets tired of the tale.

“No dear, why do you call me sol?” he says as he turns around to you smiling.

“Well not only is it because it’s a shorter version of your name, but did you know that in spanish sol means sun and you’re like my sun in life so it has two meanings!” you beam at him.

“You’re so cute you know that?” he says as he kissed your cheeks and lips

Solomon doesn’t think he’d ever get tired of telling you that. Telling you how much he loves you, how pretty you are, and how happy you make him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he continues to shower you with kisses. He then pulls away and pinches at your dress.

“C’mon now time to take this off” he says as he’s starting to slide it off your body.

“Why?” you ask him in a flirty tone smirking and tilting your head to the side.

“No. You’re drunk.” lightly slapping your back before kissing you again.

You pout and cooperate, lifting your arms up allowing him to undress you before undressing himself and getting in the bath. Solomon tries to bathe you, but isn’t very successful with you not letting go of him. Ss much as he loves you being a happy and affectionate drunk, you weren’t a very cooperative one. The soft environment and Solomon’s comforting embrace caused you to grow sleepier in the warm bath. He eventually got you to settle on his chest, laying your head on his shoulder, as he thoroughly shampoos and conditions your hair, softly humming.

Soon enough, he’s able to get both of you clean. He wraps you in a towel before bringing you to his room and placing you on his bed. He goes to his drawer to get you both clothes and you can do nothing more but just stare at him in awe as he leans over and picks out some clothes with nothing more than a towel covering his waist.

“Surprised you didn’t throw up. I think you drank your weight in shots. Now, which shirt you wanna wear?”

He said as he turned around only to find you looking at him with the most love struck face he could imagine.

“What are you staring at?” he questioned a breathy chuckle leaving his throat with it.

“You” you answered flatly.

“And who is you?” he teased walking up to you.

“You is my pretty, handsome, perfect, amazing, beautiful boyfriend solomon who i love so so so so so so so so so so SO much” you say looking up at him as if he is the only star in the sky.

“That was a lot of so’s” he laughs as he cups your face with one of his hands.

“I need more of them to describe how much i love you” you give a soft smile as he walks back to the dresser to put on his sleep pants leaving his chest bare while also choosing your sleepwear.

He walks over back to you and dresses you in one of his shirts he knew you favored and a pair of his boxers.

Once he finishes dressing you, he leans you back in bed and tucks you in following soon after. You’re quick to pounce on him the moment he enters the covers. You lay over his chest covering it in kisses, before you begin to settle down and start to fall asleep.

“Sol?” you whisper as quietly as you can. your sleepy voice had to be one of his favorites.

“Yes, angel?” he whispers back.

You move up on his chest getting close to his ear and quietly whisper: “I love you”

He chuckles pressing a kiss against your forehead and leaning down to your ear to mirror your action.

“I love you even more.” he whispers even quieter. it was a statement he made just for you, so only your ears should hear it.

You smile and bury yourself back into his chest, but before you could fall asleep you can feel him kiss the top of your head and smile against your head saying.

“You’re gonna regret drinking so much tomorrow”

#obey me solomon #om solomon #solomon x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #solomon fluff #solomon x mc #solomon x you

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jasmarie2600 · 2 months ago

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Ideas I have floating around in my head, in case anyone ever wants to helps me plan out this Doctor Strange AU (I think I will continuously add on to it as more ideas pop into my mind)

• Wong is part of this, I think he’s either be Stephen’s magician assistant or something.

•My idea is that Christine is attending one of Stephen’s magic shows (he’s a Sorcerer in this universe, but just passes it off as being a magician, basically for money) (they’re also not allowed to tell anyone that Sorcerers actually exist, but Stephen will break that rule later) Stephen ends up getting hurt, maybe cause he summons a dangerous creature or something and everyone’s like, “wow so real!” And Christine being a nurse, helps him to a hospital. I think he would wake up and see Christine, thinks he’s dead cause she’s so beautiful, and would also audibly say “Am I dead? You look like an angel” and Christine would just become flustered and explain to him. And just nurse him back to health and they grow closer cause of that. (Also, wasn’t sure if I wanted Stephen to start off with facial hair or not, I was thinking maybe he grows the facial hair while he’s being taken care of at the hospital, and Christine says she likes it, so he keeps it)

•Feel like Stephen would ask Christine if she’d like to be his lovely assistant for some of his magic shows, she agrees but she’s still a nurse first. Wong is happy that he gets a little break and it helps Christine & Stephen get a little closer too. But Christine will still think that Stephen is somewhat of a ladies man (just a smidge)

•He asks Christine out (whatever the equivalent of Late Victorian Era, asking out is??)

•Idk if Niagara Falls was a popular tourist destination at this time, maybe? I’m going to assume it was. (This was the only place I could think that would be great for a date and also it’s near New York so..)

•This is when some of the spiciness starts: after a few dates, they go on a trip somewhere on a train. Like a 1 or 3 day trip on a train, little romance insues and when they’re going back home they maybe make out a little (or just full blown sex on a train somehow) idk I just imagined Christine saying she enjoyed her time with him, puts her hand on his cheek, they kiss, Stephen kisses her hand, then just full blown sexy times. The sexual tension has been boiling over for awhile now.

• It’s just really sweet, their first time together is more sweet and romantic. Opera sex is where we really get somewhere haha

•Also had a dream of some kind of plot where, I guess Stephen and Christine have a falling out, and she tries to make him jealous by going out with that Nick guy (you know Nick, that one guy who hates Stephen in the movie pff) The scene involved all 3 of them at a cafe or restaurant or something (and Wong tagged along too, for emotional support) and Christine just like starts French Kissing, Nick for a long time, making moaning sounds, again, to make Stephen jealous. And Stephen is just like faking a smile, with a slight head tilt the whole time but getting made the whole time. And Wong’s just like 😬 cringe.

•(More spice 🥵🥵) Stephen likes “hey guys, let’s go to an opera!” All 4 go, and Stephen gets Christine by herself and apologizes and says he’s sorry and maybe that he loves her too, Christine is like “I just want you to make love to me.” They have mind blowing sex during the opera, somewhere haha. (They both climax during the final epic dramatic opera note!!! 🎶🎶) (Stephen gets the very tongue-y, wet French Kiss & moans this time)

• (this fits more with the Opera sex tbh) Stephen “Since I’m sure that you know so much about the human body, being a nurse. Am I doing this right?” Christine “Yes, you are” (idk what they’re doing but they’re both enjoying it haha) (on second thought, he’s probably fondling her, they’re probably fondling each other TBH) Kissing each other’s bodies, all that good smutty stuff!

•During all this, Wong and Nick are just sitting together in silence, Wong tries his best to start a convo, they’re both wondering where the heck Christine & Stephen went and why it’s taking so long (idk this needs SOME humor)

•Obviously Christine breaks it off with Nick and her and Stephen end up back together. Wong’s like “how did your talk go?” Stephen is just all post-sex blissed out is like “Great”, Christine “We’re great”. Wong, under his breath “I’m sure you are” Stephen, gives him a quick side glare. They both had to fix themselves up pretty good after the amazing sex they had, they manage to look like nothing happened)

• Maybe Christine & Stephen get into a fight and break it off for a bit, because Stephen tells her that he’s actually a Sorcerer. And idk she gets cause he didn’t trust to tell her (after he proves it). But he only lied to her because he didn’t want her to get hurt. After they get back together, he freely shows her his magic and she loves it.

•I feel like Christine would wear this dress

• Mordo exists now (since I guess he’s the main Doctor Strange villain so far) or Nick too?? Maybe? I feel like Mordo will find out that Stephen cares for Christine a lot and use that to his advantage. Feel like he can kidnap Christine and be like “You’re very beautiful, and very much Strange’s type. I can see why he’s been protecting you.”

•Mordo would probably confront Stephen first (forgot if Mordo still has sorcerer powers too, he hasn’t been on screen in awhile haha 😬) but maybe he reads Stephen’s mind and he’s like “Who’s this…Christine?” Stephen: “She’s nobody of your concern.” Mordo: “For someone who isn’t of my concern, she sure occupies a lot of your mind, some would say, your every thought actually.” (Then maybe they fight or Stephen gives him a very proper threat idk)

#doctor strange #stephen strange #palmerstrange #christine palmer #marvel #benedict cumberbatch #rachel mcadams #doctor strange au #doctor strange moodboard #doctor strange smut #late victorian #victorian gothic #1890s fashion #1890s #Doctor Strange Mordo

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thebowieconstricker · 1 year ago

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Sweet Mornings

Lucifer Morningstar x reader oneshot

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Request: Them cooking together and it ending in either him cuddling her so much that they forget about the food and it burns, or baking and that ends in a food fight and kisses. Bonus points, if it burns down the Hotels kitchen and Charlie freaks out.

Okay so this is the CUTEST FREAKING THING EVER??? Love this request sm sorry it took a million years whoops lol enjoy

Tags: Literally just pure fluff, pancakes, kinda language, whipped-cream-related violence, gender neutral reader

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Warm, soft mornings in bed with your beloved partner were becoming more common ever since you and Lucifer had become a couple. Not only was he excellent at cuddles, but his wings made the most delightful blankets to fall asleep under. On this particular morning, you were slowly waking up, and the first thing you noticed was the gentle grip Lucifer had on your form, clinging to your waist even in his sleep. You glanced at the clock to your right as you laid on your back and softly giggled. It was 3:00 in the morning, aka the “devil’s hour”, as some called it, and here he was, asleep in your shared bed. You shifted a bit to stretch and Lucifer made a small noise.

“I’m just moving a bit.” You whispered, bringing up a hand to brush through his blonde locks.

“Mmm, nah, just stay here.” He reached his arm back over your stomach and grabbed your hip, pulling you against his side.

You smiled affectionately, and while you looked at his quite literally angelic face, you thought of an idea.

“Hey, Luci… you wanna make pancakes?”

His eyes sprang open and his eyebrows shot up. A wide grin broke out on his face and quicker than you could blink, he had pulled both you and himself up and off the bed. With a snap of his fingers, the two of you were dressed in comfortable robes with silly slippers. He wore a bright yellow pair with duck faces, because of course he did. Your slippers were of your favorite animal, which was one of the many gifts Lucifer had given you.

With a wave of his hand, Lucifer had magically transported the two of you to the kitchen downstairs. It was a rather large kitchen, plenty of shelves and cabinets stocked with ingredients. You adjusted your robe and began to move towards one of the cupboards when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your torso. Following close behind was the warm face of your lover, nuzzling into the back of your neck.

“Honey, we can’t cuddle and make pancakes.” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, “Who says we can’t?”

He snapped once more and suddenly, all of your necessary materials and ingredients appeared on the kitchen island.

“There ya go, now you’ve just gotta stand there.”

You laughed and shuffled to the island.

You quickly realized that this was going to be far more difficult than you originally anticipated. For some reason, Lucifer was determined to make the simple activity of pancake-making as tedious as possible for you. When you measured the flour, he insisted that you had poured too much, leading you to re-measure six times. The eggs that you cracked always had a bit of shell in them, and instead of helping, Lucifer would just magic you more. “I’ll keep my arms right here, thank you.” He said from behind you. He did, however, beg you to add more sugar. You finally had to put your foot down after the 3rd empty bag. Why did you trust his horrible advice? No one knows, but according to legend, he apparently knows what he’s doing when it comes to pancakes.

After you had finally created some kind of batter, you struggled over to the oven with Lucifer’s arms still around you. You carefully poured the mixtures onto the skillet after putting the eye on the ‘high’ setting, and with the warm, sweet smells from the food and the demon snuggling your back, you were starting to get pretty sleepy.

That’s when you noticed it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Lucifer had magicked some whipped cream in a can. Obviously, for the purpose of a topping, but you had other plans. You were sure that Lucifer’s eyes were closed behind you (you had even heard him snore a couple of times). Stealthily, you reached for the whipped cream and uncapped the can. You shook it and poured a bit into your mouth, just for fun. Then, you made your real move. You sprayed a good amount on your hand and put the can down.

“Hey, Luci, is it brown enough?” You asked innocently.

“Hmm..? I uh-“ He rubbed his eyes behind you and leaned over your shoulder to take a look at your pancake. “Yeah, you should probably flip-“

You swung your hand around and threw the whipped cream so it landed squarely on his face.

“AH-“

Lucifer’s arms eat go from your waist as he stumbled backwards in shock. His arms reached for his face to feel the whipped cream. Realizing what it was, he smiled wickedly as a forked licked the sweets off his hand.

“Oh, you have no idea who you just fucked.”

You doubled over as you cried with laughter at the sight of him, and laughed even more at that statement.

“It’s- it’s fucked with, Luci-“

Suddenly, whipped cream had landed on your face, splattering on your robe. You heard his musical laughter in front of you and, just like that, it was on.

Lucifer had summoned cans and cans of whipped cream on either of your sides and the two of you ducked behind and hopped over the kitchen island, throwing whipped cream at each other and throwing any other food you could find in the kitchen. You found a sleeve of graham crackers and started chucking those at some point while Lucifer grabbed some of his fire breathing ducks to melt the sugary ammo before it hit him. You took one of your shoes off and began chasing him with it, half laughing and half threatening him, when he finally, finally, held up a white napkin, and called, “I surrender!”

You kept laughing as you tackled him in a hug, the two of you falling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Luci, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You playfully said to him.

“Hurt? I’m offended you think I could even get hurt-“

“Then why’d you surrender?”

His arms snaked around your waist once again and he smirked.

“I guess I missed ya.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him swiftly, the two of you too wrapped up in each other to care about the hectic state of the kitchen. Your hand went to his hair and carefully caressed it, trying to tidying it a bit. When you finally broke away, he looked at you breathlessly.

“Don’t get so excited there, you just had some whipped cream on your face.” You said to him, smiling.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and another can appeared in his hand, spraying some on his lips without missing a beat.

“You dork.” You said, and kissed him again.

Then, suddenly, a voice from across the room.

“OH MY GOSH GUYS THERE’S A FIRE VAGGIE GET THE EXTINGUISHER-“

So, the two of you may have forgotten about the pancakes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader

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sturniolooluvv · 3 months ago

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SURPRISE PARTY TOUR 2025 SURPRISE THEORIES.

!! @hunyoucantresistme REQUESTED THIS !!

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here are my theories for surprises that we could see for the 2025 sturniolo triplets tour! if you have theories and want me to add them here, my inbox and dms are open <3

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CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

possible tattoo I this was my first thought when chris mentioned surprises. ( idea from @chrattho1 ) (UPDATE 3/30, HE GOT A TATTOO.)

clown I !anonymous theory! chris will be in a clown costume, juggling and nick and matt won’t know where he is. “come on chris!” they’ll say.

hair I !anonymous theory! chris will either get a buzz or sue his hair. (i hope not.)

pepsi I will get some sort of pepsi artifact. a sweatshirt, shoes, hat.

travel I mentioned that he was gone for a week in the “FILLING CHRIS’S ROOM WITH 1000 BALLON” video. (UPDATE 4/23, HE WENT ON VACATION WITH NATE)

FASHION SHOW I triplets will do a fashion show. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN?

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MATTHEW STURNIOLO

new tattoo I i feel like this one is obvious, he hasn’t gotten a new one in a while!

PERSONAL PROJECT I matt HAS to do this ?? i mean come on he’s been teasing it for like ever

jelly cats I i feel he’ll like buy a BILLION jelly cats and surprise us and his brothers.

FASHION SHOW I triplets will do a fashion show. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN?

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NICOLAS STURNIOLO

drivers license I like… obviously?

friends I maybe madi, madison, anybody will join them!?

FASHION SHOW I triplets will do a fashion show. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN?

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ACTUAL SURPRISES!!

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CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

SAN ANTONIO - ghost hunting I went to the emily morgan hotel with nick

HOUSTON - TATTOO I got nick and matt’s name tattooed on his ankles!!

ORLANDO - eating challenge I 24hrs or 24 pancakes at dennys with matt

PHILADELPHIA - room makeover I redid nick and matt’s room with unicorns and pink!

NASHVILLE.- spiders I faced his fear of spiders

MONTANA - vacation I went on a little “romantic” date, stayed at a hotel, and got dinner with nate.

LAS VEGAS - hawaii fail I went to hawaii with matt, went on a zip line, helicopter, got pot belly sandwiches!

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MATTHEW STURNIOLO

ORLANDO - eating challenge I 24hrs or 24 pancakes at dennys with chris

BOSTON - uber I pretended to be nicks uber driver

CHICAGO - diss track I made a diss track about chris w/ nick

MISSOURI - hot air balloon I faced his fear of heights and went 2000 feet into the air in a hot air balloon

LAS VEGAS - hawaii fail I went to hawaii with chris, went on a zip line, helicopter, got pot belly sandwiches!

LOS ANGELES - plane I flew a plane!!!

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NICOLAS STURNIOLO

SAN ANTONIO - ghost hunting I went to the emily morgan hotel with chris

NORTH CAROLINA - mystery date I went on a date with tara yummy

NEW YORK - drag I had sugar and spice give him FULL DRAG.

TORONTO - girl scout cookies I sold girl scout cookies with a girl

named zoey!

CHICAGO - diss track I made a diss track about chris w/ matt

DENVER - gymnastics I became a gymnast

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starberry-cupcake · 3 months ago

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we're back!!!! and oh boy did things happen in this one

previously, in nona del 9:

this happened

this is the general recap tag

CHAPTER 16 (a building?? a tower?? I mean, considering how things go to hell, the tower is correct from a tarot standpoint...)

nona is unceremoniously woken up from her nap time by honesty coming in like a thunderbolt, announcing necromancers are putting on a show

everyone has opinions, except for kevin, who only says "ugh" and wants to be left alone

we love kevin

I think kevin could kill the emperor in like 5 minutes

born in the morning...I'm sorry, born in the morning

(still not over whatever that was)

says that necromancers are lying because they can't do anything to them due to varun

there are mixed opinions on this

angel teacher tells the kids not to go to the necromancer movie screening because it's dangerous and doesn't want them to end up hurt or taken in by authorities

she says "that's going to add to the fracas"

idk what "fracas" means and I couldn't find it either

everyone promised not to, except nona (who wasn't asked)

but sriracha girlie crossed her fingers, so clearly she's up to no good

and nona is onto her

angel teacher is very responsible and looking out for the kids, making sure they're protected and that they're properly picked up by family or staying somewhere safe

nice to see some responsible adults

I think abby the fifth would have done the same

abby and magnus adopting all these lost boys

in an au in which they weren't part of the people who are enemies to these kids

and they were alive

but things aren't nice and cozy for long, because camilla is late to pick up nona

I'm worried af about that, where is my wife

palmolive istg if you made her bleed again...

angel teacher notices that nona is distressed about that, so she tells her to take out noodle

sriracha girlie offers to go with her and so does honesty, but honesty has to sit tf down

honesty wants to do business and quit school but also wants to draw and open windows and go take noodle outside, there's a lot going on with honesty today

my guy is overstimulated over here

sriracha girlie tells nona, as they take noodle out, that the person in the car that dropped angel teacher checked all the doorways and entrances of the opposite building in a professional fashion

which sriracha girlie considers sus

very in character with her nature of jumping into the worst possible situations, sriracha girlie wants to escape to watch the necro movie with nona

nona disagrees and says that, if they do that, angel teacher is never going to trust them again

to which sriracha girlie replies "the asset doesn't have to trust you"

*sriracha girlie shoots me in the head*

the masterplan is to put a note in noodle's collar and make him go upstairs while they go watch the necro movie show

nona feels uncomfy with the plan but, once she decides to go, she thinks she'd better be in it 100%

and she remembers someone telling her "Once you've stepped in, you're in. This isn't the Hokey Pokey"

LET ME BRING BACK MY THEORIES

I mentioned in my last recap that a third option was that this could be ice cube barbie aka annabell lee aka alleged alecto in harrow's body

this additional data would fit that theory, because the hokey pokey being dropped there sounds like something either dr reverend emperor john asshat or a lyctor would say

it sounds like such a dr reverend emperor john thing to say, actually

I'm gonna add the hokey pokey as a point for ice cube barbie

that sentence out of context would get me checked for a concussion

the girls get into the place where the screen is being set and there's a sea of people in there, which sounds like a full on nightmare to me

it reminds me of the overcrowded planet from star trek

the overcrowded planet called 'gideon'

necromancer music festival vibes over here

so, at first there's no image and only a disembodied voice who is talking about terms of surrender or, how they're framing it, "negotiation"

one part I'd like to point out from the whole initial speech is that they state that if one fraction of the population goes against the terms, everyone will be considered accountable for it

textbook oppressor move to put the oppressed groups against each other, especially in times of internal turmoil

so, the screen turns on finally and immediately, by nona's description, before any additional information, I know this is yandere twin

"their huge screen-magnified eyes were quite pretty, Nona decided: blue, with brown bits"

yeah, absolutely yandere twin

yandere twin continues listing demands and the last point of them is that those who belong to the houses and didn't make themselves known

(aka our gang, coronabeer and judith)

have 24 hours to turn themselves in

she introduces herself as "Prince Ianthe Naberius the First, the Lyctor Prince, the Saint of Awe"

but, we've got bigger problems

because next to yandere twin is gideon's body in a very peeta-mellark-taken-by-the-capitol situation

"the only alive thing about this second person was their hair, neatly arrayed with a wreath of fingerbones and white, springlike blossoms: wildly red hair, red enough to make the electric hexagons struggle with it. It was the face of the girl in her dream"

so, let me just say one thing

HOW DID WE LOSE GIDEON'S BODY, PEOPLE????

THIS IS THE TRUE "OVERSIGHT BODY"

WE HAD HER, SHE WAS WITH CORONABEER AND JUDITH AND CAMILLA

HOW TF IS SHE THERE NOW

WHO'S FAULT IS THIS

"Her Most Serene Highness, Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, heir to the First House, the Emperor's only daughter"

(Most is written with emphasis)

I want to gut this secondhand god alive

if we can't kill his ass, we can surely pull a prometheus on him

chain him to a rock and have a mythological creature eat his guts every day

let him regenerate, do it all over again

maybe we can try that

let kevin loose on him

not only because they have gideon's very clearly not responsive body, also because they're forcing her to present femme

how dare they

"gaia" I get, because goddess of earth, the personification of earth, the mother of all things

I don't know who "kiriona" is and I'm not gonna search because I can get spoilers

"curiously, Nona noticed she didn't even seem to be breathing"

yeah, we've got a classic case of soulless body

the video ends and sriracha girlie is shook

she says "they're not people" and "they're not real"

a real pain in the ass is what they are, these lyctors

lyctor, singular, sorry, Lyctor Prince Im-The-Only-One-Left-So-I-Can-Get-A-Title-For-It

remember when there was a competition thing to become one of these assholes? we were young and didn't know better

thank god camolive dodged that bullet

ANYWAY

nona uses the techniques to help others calm down that she learned with camilla to assist sriracha girle through her panic attack

she does really well, I'm proud of her

pat in the head for nona

she deserves a treat for this

(which reminds me, I found my puppy chewing a pencil yesterday and nona came to my mind like that scene in ratatouille)

nona maneuvers sriracha girlie through the dense crowd of arguing people, but then someone fires a gun

all hell breaks loose, sriracha girlie activates and they escape through very unsanitary passageways

nona cuts her hand

thankfully, in comes angel teacher in her sus car and picks them up

angel teacher says kevin was in hysterics

why are we putting kevin through bad situations, he should be our priority

now that our top priority of preserving gideon's body HAS BEEN RUINED

WHO FUCKED THAT UP

sriracha girle and angel teacher try to check out nona's cut and nona is very insistent that they don't, so that they don't find out that she has regenerative powers

which is another point in the thing I was saying before, that this wasn't the Secret she shared with sriracha girlie

otherwise, she'd be crucified in the square right about now

but this provides further confirmation that this wasn't it

so many freakin' lose ends and clues for later and breadcrumbs I have to pick up

unknown baby driver apparently has a good handle of House

and is freakin' pissed with angel teacher for having to drive around, collecting kids

they ask where they can drop nona off and when she says she lives in "the building" "really truly" baby driver almost dislocates their head trying to turn to stare at her, exorcist style

baby driver and angel teacher proceed to have a sus conversation

"Pretending you can bandage bipeds? Teaching snot-nosed kids about particles?" "If people knew this was how you spent your time, Aim—" "Now I see. Chance to be her, huh? A little independent living for once?" "It is my enormous privilege to be they."

is angel teacher some kind of politically or militarily important figure? a very important vet? why the change of pronouns? who's her? who's they?

DON'T TELL ME

when they get into the gate for the building everyone kind of minds their business and looks away from them

nona thinks maybe it's because of the grille

idk though, everything about these two is strange

angel teacher asks nona to promise to go to school the next day, because it will be a safe place for them

bless angel teacher, someone doing something to protect the kids in these trying times

baby driver should respect that

nona tells angel teacher she loves her before going into the building, though she didn't mean to say it out loud

when she comes in, camilla is there, waiting anxiously

THANK GOD, I CAN'T TAKE MORE PROBLEMS RIGHT NOW

THANK GOD YOU'RE ALRIGHT CAMILLA, MY BELOVED

but not everything is good because pyrrha was supposed to pick up nona from school and never showed

gosh darn it, pyrrha

so much chaos and I still have a lot of book left to read

how is there so much happening at all times

JOHN 19:18

"There they crucified him, and with him two others—one on each side and Jesus in the middle."

well, alright then

starting out strong over here

dr reverend emperor john is scared of water, apparently

I don't know if this is the River or otherwise

there was a part of the River that almost gets his ass, so it could be that

he's talking directly again to alleged!harrow, who might not be harrow and might be ice cube barbie, but idk yet

"every time you breathed funny, we wet ourselves"

he says some people flaked from the whole thing but he didn't care as long as he had his diehard soon-to-be-lyctors with him

and his two toy corpses

on that note, he says that he was frustrated that they were unable to respond, even if he could make their hearts and brains work

because they don't have a soul

like gideon right now, who's kinda like these two, sitting there but looking dead

he can revive the body but not the soul

they didn't know about the river yet

they keep arguing with the authorities about their project and its limitations, including maternity, which seems to be a problem

mercygirl was against a plan that "incorporates reproductive injustice"

the authorities wanted to evacuate the whole population and had managed to find a way, but it wasn't really tested and they argued that it might not work

the plan was to send one ship first and then use it as a tugboat to get the rest

dr john god says he should have killed the conspiracy theorists instead of the cows, because they are using the cows as a way to protest that he's unhinged

(at this point in the recap process there was a massive power outage and I almost lose everything, so thank you hellsite and thank you tab)

augustine and mercygirl say that this is all lies and the billionares are probably gonna bolt in the ship and leave everyone behind

which checks out not only with disaster films but also with reality

augustine said that they were going to use things they came up with to leave everything behind

and then, dr reverend emperor john butt says

"They left you, they left you. They saw you suffering on dollar-shop life-support, and they didn't look back. They didn't give a fuck about trying to save you. They left." "I don't remember" " I can't forget"

is he talking about the Earth? like the planet? is this like some sort of personalization of the planet or...????

it feels like he's talking about the whole planet and not just one person but what do I know

gonna have to put a pin on that thing I said about gaia and the personification of earth that I mentioned before, I guess

don't make fun of me, my theories and my process please

thank you

and that is all for now!!! starting day four next time!!!! things are happening!!!

#luly reacts to tlt #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #long post #tlt #tlt spoilers #gif cw

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harmless-variety-of-garden-snake · 3 months ago

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My last alternate prompt for Fluffebruary is: Anniversary! This is set around July 2028, so about a little over a year after the Baby Fever prompt. It's time to give these boys a baby, and we're going to pretend this all lines up with California's regulations. You can read this on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

There were disagreements about what counted as an anniversary for them. Was it their first kiss? Their first date? Maddie and Chim’s wedding? The day they got back together?

Buck liked to joke that the reason they got married so fast was to settle the argument once and for all and give them a single definite date to celebrate.

“That's why?” Bobby asks without looking up from the baseboard he's painting around.

“Yep. Only reason,” Tommy says, pouring more paint into the pan next to Buck's elbow. He drops a kiss on his hair before he disappears out of the room to hunt down the new pack of paintbrushes he swore he'd bought.

“Also taxes,” Buck adds, standing so he can stretch out his back and legs. He's been folded up on the floor while he paints under the window, but there's not a drop of paint anywhere but the wall. “Why'd you marry Athena?”

“Because I couldn't live without her.”

Buck smiles. “Yeah, that, too.”

He surveys the room, formerly the office. It's going to be a nursery for their baby, because the second Bobby had come upstairs with a safe surrender baby in his arms, he'd known. He'd held him and looked into his tiny little face, and he'd known in his heart that he was holding their son for the first time.

He'd called Tommy and asked him to come to the station on his break, and they'd sat on one of the banks and held him and soothed him and fed him and burped him and changed him and talked quietly and cried and fretted over logistics and realized the state’s regulations around safe surrender babies was against them in this case.

“We're not certified to foster.”

And like an angel, Hen poked her head in and pointed out that she was and had already spent forty minutes on the phone with her wife. She also sat down and explained how adopting from foster care worked. By the end of her explanation, the three of them were in tears and sitting on a bunk together and watching every little thing Robbie did. Once he was medically cleared, she and Karen took over legal custody as emergency fosters until the adoption could go through, and they're only a few weeks away from everything being finalized. In the meantime, Buck and Tommy have put in parental leave requests, started the process of filing for FMLA to cover them beyond what LAFD pays for, and they’ve been able to spend as much time with Robbie as possible. Except for today, because today involves a lot of paint and nailing things and putting together furniture and only FaceTiming Hen twice to see him.

“Got ‘em!” Tommy calls from down the hall. When he enters the room, he's got a fistful of paintbrushes so they can deal with the trim and baseboards.

“After this, I'll head home,” Bobby says, dipping the brush in one of the smaller cans of paint. “Give you two some time alone.”

Buck smiles and takes the can when Bobby offers it. “Thanks for helping.”

“Well, it's my first grandkid,” Bobby points out, squeezing the back of Buck’s neck and giving him a shiny-eyed smile.

“Yeah,” Buck agrees happily, reaching up to hook his hand over Bobby's elbow and giving it a squeeze before they return to their respective tasks.

It had taken them sitting Bobby down to talk about the baby's name for Bobby to really understand.

“Italian families normally name the firstborn son after the paternal grandfather. I don't want him to be named after my father, who wasn't even Italian, and Evan—well.”

“Robert. Robert Gianni. Gianni was his Nonno’s name, he's kind of the closest thing Tommy ever had to a real dad. And you're the closest I'll ever get. I-is that okay?”

Bobby had pushed away from the table, come around, and yanked Buck into a hug. All he'd been able to do was nod. After that, he'd stopped rolling his eyes whenever anyone would call him “Grampa Bobby.” Instead, he's taken to teasing Athena with progressively sillier sounding options for her until she had threatened to cuff him to her bumper after they were all done with lunch. She'd told Buck and Tommy to just have her go by “Gramma” and hit them with a stunner of a smile when she said it.

“I like this color,” Bobby comments as he swipes paint across the door trim. The room is a pale green, and Buck had agonized over it for days until Tommy had swooped in and pointed to the one Buck liked more anyway.

“It's supposed to be calming,” Buck says, and Bobby snorts. “Yeah, that's what Tommy said.”

“Whatever helps,” Bobby says dryly.

When the room is done being painted, Bobby heads out with the promise to come back to help hang shelves and artwork the next day.

“Get some sleep, boys!” Bobby calls over his shoulder as he descends their porch steps. “You'll need it.”

Tommy barks out a laugh. “Like I haven't been getting woken up out of a dead sleep by alarms for almost twenty years.”

“Yeah, we've been practicing for this,” Buck agrees.

“Whatever you say,” Bobby says, opening the front gate.

They go back inside, and Buck stands in the middle of the nursery to survey the space, satisfied that they won't need another coat of paint. As he contemplates what color rug they should get, he hears a board creak behind him. Two strong arms snake around his waist and a chin rests on his shoulder, and Buck relaxes into the familiar embrace.

“Want to order something?” Tommy asks. “I don't know if I'm up for cooking.”

“Might not be a bad idea,” Buck replies, leaning back against him. “You know, this isn't how I pictured our second wedding anniversary going.”

“Mm, me either. But this is perfect.” Tommy kisses the side of his neck. “What's the traditional second year gift?”

Buck tilts his head and lets his eyes flutter shut as Tommy's lips keep pressing against his skin. “Cotton,” he sighs.

Tommy chuckles and nuzzles his neck, sending pleasant tingles along Buck’s spine. “Hey, we got plenty of that. Crib sheets, onesies, burp cloths, bibs—I think we nailed it.”

Buck turns in his arms and wraps his own around Tommy's neck, smiling at his husband’s beautiful face. “You're totally right.”

“Am I?” Tommy teases, ducking in to kiss his neck and eliciting a laugh out of Buck when his stubble tickles him. “Then I guess I can return your gift—”

“No!” Buck howls, laughing harder when Tommy’s arms squeeze him tighter as he tries to half-heartedly struggle away.

“Okay, okay.” Tommy concedes, rocking them gently side-to-side. “You'll get your gift.”

Buck slips a hand under the waistband of his sweats to grope his ass. “Is it in cotton?”

Tommy growls against his shoulder and lifts Buck, which he never gets sick of. He lets out an undignified squeak as he wraps his legs around his husband.

“Okay, I got you two gifts,” Tommy admits, kissing him as he walks them out of the room. “Which one do you want first?”

“The one I get to unwrap right now,” Buck murmurs, grinding against his belly. “Especially since this will be a lot harder to do in just a couple weeks.”

Tommy grins and nuzzles his nose against the underside of Buck’s jaw. “Yeah? Big plans?”

“Thought I might give fatherhood a try,” Buck says as Tommy draws his face back to maneuver them through the hall. “You in?”

“With you? Absolutely,” Tommy replies, his grin softening around the edges. “Completely and forever.”

Buck can't hold back his giddy grin, and he hugs Tommy tightly as he's carried across the threshold to their room.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fluffebruary #my fic

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vesperaink · 10 months ago

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Friends, my necromancer!Tango/grimreaper!Jimmy, Team Rancher modern with magic apocalypse AU, Graveyard Shift, for @mcytblraufest's Reverse Big Bang is here!

But wait there's more--go read chasing crimson written by @aliferous-ly, beta'd by @dibs2win, my fantastic team for aufest. If you love enemies to lovers, unlikely partnerships, and the power of soul-bound magic weapon contracts, this hilarious + dramatic 22.9k fic kicks off from this comic!

chasing crimson

Jimmy Solidarity works for the esteemed god of Death, reaping lost souls and taking care of unsavory characters. He's recently finished his training, and is determined to do well on his first solo mission. Perhaps this "Tango" would be a good start. Only, the god of Death disappeared years ago, and Necromancer Tango Tek's long since discovered a way around dying. He can't say he enjoys Jimmy swinging through and killing him where he stands, though.

Thank you to my team for being as feral about this AU as I am, and kicking everything about it up to 110. I had so much developing this world with them!

Thanks to @onawhimsicot for helping me with the comic's dialogue, fixing my composition woes with "just add more smoke," and encouraging me to complete it in full color! Check out Cadence's aufest fic, I take it back (ill follow till I fly or till im dead), a Cult of the Lamb AU about follower!Tango and Lamb!Zedaph, the meaning of devotion, silly experiments, eldritch transformations, and...the most platonic slowburn ever?

Lastly, thank you to the aufest team for another wonderful event! I had a blast again, and was giggling kicking my feet at everyone's reactions during claims, I loved every single one of them. Graveyard Shift is definitely an AU I'm coming back to. As always, my askbox is open if you'd like to chat, and I'd love to be tagged if anyone makes anything <3

Timelapse / AU art chatter under the cut!

While Graveyard Shift is the amalgamation of many of my interests, the main premise for this AU is loosely inspired by the webcomic, I'm the Grim Reaper, in both its apocalypse themes and its aesthetics! Not a required read, but highly recommend if you enjoy this au, as well as the anime and manga, Soul Eater!

I came up with a lot of AUs for this event but necromancer!Tango and reaper!Jimmy have been rattling around in my brain in separate AUs since before I started brainstorming for aufest. So I smashed them together, naturally.

(Unfortunately I didn't record all of my process, but most of it is here! CW for flashing; song is Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier)

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I could go on forever about concept art and character design if anyone's curious but here's some fun bonus details about this comic:

Originally, Tango's outfit was going to be more like his Dungeon Master outfit but I wanted the setting to be more modern and Jimmy stole the fantasy cloak vibe from him already lol

Jimmy's entrance of lightning is my nod to the Life Series final death sound

The scarf Jimmy's wearing is designed to be a boneyard shawl

The panel of strange text reads "Protection Three" in Galactic :)

+ The name "Graveyard Shift" was thrown at me by Cadence in like 3 seconds flat after i spent 2 days agonizing over a name for this au LOL

#mcytblraufest2024 #team rancher #solidaritek #trafficshipping #graveyard shift au #gsau #<- if you'd like to keep up with this au if we make more #cw eyestrain #cw bright colors #YIPPEEE RELEASED FROM MY NDA!!!!!! yall have no idea how much ive wanted to talk about this au since may #solidaritygaming #tangotek #life series au #hermitcraft au #vesperinks #my art

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serendipitous-seven · 2 months ago

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huimang's wonder | jung hoseok x f!reader | a serendipitous life series

summary: you and hoseok figure out a way to tell huimang he is going to be a big brother in a language oly your boy of wonder will understand pairing: hobi x f!reader [sunny] tags/warning: pregnancy themes, talks of babies, me trying to write toddler dialogue

a/n: oh oh hello! bear with me friends as I find my groove in writing after many years off <3 this is anon's request i hope you enjoy it my friend ^.^

dad!bts series | a serendipitous life

The sun feels warm against your skin as you lay underneath a large tree, comforting you as a cool breeze brushes through the leaves.

Your eyes are closed, contentment resting on your face. Jovial chatters of your husband and toddler fill the air from a distance as they collect flowers. You chuckle at yourself, knowing full well that Huimang is handing barely sprouted dandelions to Hoseok who pockets them before his palm is too full.

“Mama!” The rasp of your son’s voice catches your ears, springing your head up in response. He stumbles forward as quickly as his feet allow him to while Hoseok strides behind him with a toothy smile. You watch the dandelion between Huimang’s tiny fingers fly away with the afternoon breeze before he can reach you.

“Mama,” he says breathily, “Oh!”

Your husband giggles with you as your son inspects the now bare stem, wondering where the tufts of white fluff have gone. You brush Huimang’s hair out of his face to see his eyes better, “the wind caught it!”

His cheeks are bright pink, and his eyes are confused as he looks around. Hoseok softly pinches Huimang’s cheek. “We can find more later, baby.” He chuckles.

Huimang pouts for a moment, looking to you for reassurance; with a soft laugh and tug at your heart, you soothe his sorrow: “You worked hard, baby. We’ll get another.”

He sighs, dropping the stem before plopping himself into your lap.

You grunt at the pressure against your tummy, repositioning yourself before relaxing back against your husband, who has taken a seat behind you and is holding you in his arms.

In an undertone, you whisper to Hoseok, “Baby moves every time Huimang comes near.” You take his hand and place it against your small bump. He is awed at the feeling of gentle pads against your belly, “she’ll be active,” he suggests, “someone to keep up with this one.”

You roll your eyes laughing softly, “You are so sure the baby is a girl.”

Hoseok shrugs, a thin smile splayed across his lips, “just imagine, Huimang with a little sister.”

“We still need to tell him,” you start, both of you looking down at your son who’s taken to a small pile of leaves, making some sort of fort out of them.

“Huimang-ah,” your husband’s tone is careful but nothing short of love, “can you look at mama and papa?”

Dutifully, your toddler turns in your lap, sparkling eyes now looking up at you. You wonder how your husband will start, how he’ll explain something so intricate in a way that will make sense to such a young, impressionable mind. The thoughts ruminating move you to caress the soft skin of your son’s cheek, the pinkness of face making him look like the angel you are certain he is. He starts to play with your fingers when Hoseok starts.

“Do you know what a baby is, Huimang?” He asks.

Huimang’s bottom lip pops out, head cocked to one side as you watch the wheels turn in his head. You smile, eyes prickling with tears because this little human is yours.

He stews in thought for a moment, interlocking his fingers with yours before continuing, “like baby Jieun-ah!”

Your husband is beside himself, giggling, “smart boy,” he elates, “yes, just like baby Jieun.”

“Remember when Uncle Yoonie and Aunt Kitty brought her over for the first time?” You add.

He nods, “I love Jieun-ah…” He stops and sighs dramatically, “she cries SO much.” His eyes are round like saucers when he looks between the both of you .

“What do you feel when she cries?” You cut in with a chuckle, feeling the silky strands of Huimang’s hair against your fingers.

“Mmm-“ he taps his lips with his pointer finger, “sad.”

Hoseok laments, “Huimang-ah, you feel sad for her?” Huimang nods, a crease forming on his brow when he looks up at his dad.

You smile and your son sighs, “I just want her to be always happy mama, like sh-she makes me happy.”

“Your cousins make you happy, huh baby?” Hoseok grabs Huimang’s hand and gives it a light squeeze.

“Mm-hm,” Huimang nods with certainty, “I love ALL of them.” His eyes avert to your stomach where a fallen leaf has rested. He reaches for it but stops when movement catches his eye.

You bite your lip trying to mask your laughter. Hoseok reaches around and rubs the area on your stomach causing the baby to respond once more, “It’s okay angel, did that scare you?”

He nods precariously, watching the soft strokes Hoseok leaves across your belly; “can you give papa your hand?”

Huimang looks concerned but places his hand in the palm of your husband’s. A memory floods your mind as you remember the first time you saw your newborn’s tiny hand rest inside your husband’s. A feeling you’ve only felt since becoming a mother takes over your body, chills descending your bare arms. Love in the shape of your child.

Huimang’s squeal brings you back to reality, you look down and his hand is gently pressed against the area the baby is now kicking over and over. Hoseok giggles.

“What is that?” Huimang is taken aback. In awe, in fear? You aren’t sure yet.

“That’s a baby.”

Huimang gasps, mouth round with surprise when he looks up at the two of you, “baby?”

You nod, searching his eyes for a tangible emotion, all the while your husband keeps his hand over Huimang’s.

Your son starts to move his fingers, flinching when the baby responds. The two of you watch as he gains confidence, seemingly interacting with each kick or soft jab from the baby.

You moan softly in response to the slight discomfort, “What are you thinking baby?”

Huimang’s touch is innately careful as he scopes the movement, wonder sparkles in his eyes as a small smile ticks the corner of his mouth.

“Is this like when Dae got Jieun-ah?”

You feel the vibration of Hoseok’s tender giggle bellow out, “when he became a big brother.”

Huimang gasps again, starry eyes torn away from the love inside your belly, “this is my Jieun-ah?” His raspy voice calls out with excitement. You reach forward and take your son’s face between your hands, exploding with happiness as you kiss both cheeks, “you’re going to be a big brother, my angel.”

Huimang laughs as your kisses cover his chin and neck, his arms wrapping around yours.

Hoseok leans down, kissing the top of his son’s head, tears lining his eyes. While Huimang celebrates, you take a few seconds for you and your husband to bask in the joy, peppering soft kisses against his lips.

“You think he’ll be upset if baby isn’t a little sister?” You joke.

©Serendipitous-Seven, 2025. Do not steal my content. It is illegal, it is rude, and is a direct insult to the time and care I personally put into my works. Enjoy my works, but do not steal them.

#jhope x reader #jhope fluff #jhope fanfic #hobi x reader #bts x reader #dad!bts #bts fluff #dad!bts series: a serendipitous life by serendipitous seven

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aziraphales-library · 2 months ago

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Howdy ☺️ are there any E rated fics for Aziraphale/Crowley in Job's basement?

We have the #a companion to owls tag with some explicit fics on. Here are more to add...

A First Taste by Sexy_Lil_Emo (E)

Crowley showed Aziraphale the delight of eating, now Aziraphale is introducing Crowley (or rather both of them) to other human delights.

Devour What's Truly Yours by nikku (E)

Another take on 'they totally did it in Job's basement'. And yes, Aziraphale does eat pussy just like he ate the ox ribs.

The Ox Rib is a Metaphor by notastranger (E)

Crawly was so pleased with himself at first, getting an angel to indulge in gross matter. But as he watched Aziraphale moan and groan over every bite of meat, slick grease coating his chin and fingers, that smug satisfaction morphed into a confusing heat within him, as if he was sitting too close to a roaring hearth. Aziraphale was so clearly lost in the moment, enjoying himself so thoroughly, that Crawly couldn’t bring himself to look away. Must be the wine, he thought as he shifted uncomfortably on the sack of grain he was lounging on. An off vintage or something, it was giving him strange thoughts.

What a Mouth Can Taste by Whynotwritethis (E)

“What do you say, angel?” Crawley's voice had become low, and he wasn’t slurring anymore. Slowly, he reached out and brushed a wild curl from Aziraphale’s forehead. “I could show you what else you can use your mouth for…” That night at Job's house, Crawley broadened Aziraphale's horizons in more ways than one.

Gluttony by depraveddame (E)

A companion fic to my muse Enea's absurdly hot, beautiful drawing of Bildad the Shuite being devoured by a ravenous Aziraphale. Sweet, sweet smut.

Constitution of an Ox by UselessWhiteCrayon (E)

It turns out Aziraphale did in fact, eat pussy with the same determination and hunger he had shown to the Ox meat. A wet and messy marathon sex fic.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #a companion to owls #mod d

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estellesdoll · 3 months ago

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───・requests are open ┊ chris sturn. x reader

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I jolt when I hear a loud noise, like someone just tumbled down the stairs. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest, the sound yanking me out of the comfortable haze of sleep.

Trevor startles too, letting out a sharp little huff before lifting his head, his warm, compact body pressing into me. His short ears twitch in annoyance, and I can practically feel his silent complaint: Why are we awake right now?

Still groggy, I blink a few times, rubbing at my eyes as I turn toward the source of the chaos.

At the bottom of the stairs, Chris stands there, grinning like an absolute menace, like this was all part of some master plan.

I stare at him, my brain still trying to catch up. "...What the hell was that?" My voice is hoarse with sleep. "Did you just fall down the stairs?"

Chris strides toward me, completely unbothered. "Nope. I threw myself down."

I just blink at him. "Why… why would you do that?"

Chris shrugs. "Felt right in the moment."

Trevor, who has finally pieced together that the source of his disturbance is Chris, lets out a long, dramatic grumble before flopping his head back into the crook of my neck, nestling closer like he’s making a point.

Chris gasps, clutching his chest like he’s just witnessed the greatest betrayal of his life. "I cannot believe he just did that."

I chuckle, threading my fingers through Trevor’s soft fur. "Maybe he’s trying to tell you something."

Chris scoffs, crossing his arms. "Yeah. That I should be the only one cuddling you."

I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. "Why did you wake us up, Chris?"

"Hmmm, let me think…" He taps his chin dramatically, eyes twinkling with mischief before he grins. "Oh, right. Because I want to cuddle my girlfriend? Isn’t that, like, the most obvious thing ever?"

I sigh, tilting my head slightly to look at him. "Chris, I almost had a heart attack! And besides, Trevor is sleeping like a little angel. I don’t want to move him."

Chris looks down at Trevor, and I swear his expression turns slightly jealous. His gaze narrows, and his lips purse as if he's deep in thought. Then, in the most exaggeratedly offended voice, he says, "First of all, I should be the only angel sleeping with you."

I snort, already knowing where this is going.

He leans in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing some secret scandal. "Actually, scratch that. I should be the only one sleeping on you."

Before I can react, Chris flops down onto the couch beside me, draping himself over my legs with zero shame.

"Chris!" I squeak, trying to shove him off. "You're heavy!"

"Heavy with love," he corrects smugly, settling in like he belongs there.

Trevor, clearly unimpressed, lets out a low, grumbly whine and presses himself even closer against me, as if trying to block Chris out.

Chris gasps in fake horror. "Oh my god. You’re choosing him over me."

I laugh, shaking my head. "I’m not choosing anyone, Chris. You’re just—"

"Just admit it," he interrupts, propping himself up on his elbows so that he’s staring at me with a smirk. "You love me more than Trevor."

I raise a brow. "I love you both equally."

Chris squints at me. "Say it again. But mean it this time."

I bite my lip to hold back a smile. "Chris, I love you more than Trevor."

He grins, looking triumphant. Until I add, "Most of the time."

Chris groans, flopping back down. "Unbelievable."

I chuckle, running my fingers through his hair. "You’re so dramatic."

"And yet, you adore me," he murmurs, eyes closing as he leans into my touch.

For a few moments, everything is peaceful. Chris is half-lounging across my legs, Trevor is still curled up against me, and the warmth of both of them makes me feel completely content.

Then Chris peeks one eye open. "Okay, but real talk… can Trevor and I both cuddle with you?"

I pretend to consider it. "Hmm… I don’t know. There’s not a lot of space left."

Chris immediately tightens his hold on me. "Lies. There is always space for me."

Trevor, as if understanding, lets out a sleepy huff but doesn't protest when Chris carefully adjusts, shifting so that he’s half on me, half curled around Trevor too.

I let out a breathy laugh. "This is ridiculous."

Chris nuzzles into my neck, voice muffled. "This is perfection."

I glance down at Trevor, whose little body is relaxed against mine, and then at Chris, who looks way too proud of himself.

Maybe it is perfection.

💌 : @gemzyy @emely9274

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timeslipcamp · 27 days ago

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the flower meaning post was too fun so now i have to do the tarot card meanings too. i'm being held at gunpoint by taiga this has to happen

love when i get halfway through a post and realize i need to add a spoiler tag

spoilers through ep 15

that was a joke taiga would never hold me at gunpoint, he would just pull the trigger

tarot cards!! i will say i have friends that are MUCH more educated in this than i but hey i have them plus duck duck go at my fingertips, i'm unstoppable. let's get into it

tarot initially started in the 1400s in italy as a card game and quickly spread around europe in the following centuries. it wasn't until the 18th century in france that an occult group began using them as divination and applying meanings that we commonly see today. the basic interpretation follows the fool along his journey of growth and self discovery. the decks are comprised of major and minor arcana cards, and while the suits will vary depending on the customization of the deck, the most common four suits are wands, cups, pentacles, and swords.

decks, especially the ones used for cartomancy (divination), are often customized, so we'll be going with the classic and common interpretation. also! let's go in arcana order!

kaito - the fool

loooooooove love love kaito being the fool. soo good. much metaphor. the fool is the beginning point of the tarot deck, and he's a fool because he's naive; it's the hero at the beginning of his journey, setting off into the world for the first time and growing along the way.

keywords for the fool in the upright position (this will be important later) : beginnings, innocence, originality, adventure, spontaniety.

the fool is starting out on his journey, bright eyed and bushy tailed and full of wonder. in the original cards, the fool was usually walking toward a cliff and being barked at by a dog as a warning. these were mainly like a "hey you're starting out on this journey, watch out for danger," and a warning that if you weren't prepared before starting on this journey, you'd get fucked up. or like, some minor inconveniences at least. the fool coming up in a reading is to inspire courage, to face each day as a new adventure and know that countless possibilities lie ahead.

he's also holding a white rose, which as stated in my other posts, represents innocence, purity, and also remembrance.

like i said, obSESSED that this is kaito's card. since we've learned more about his past and him (a mysterious pendant, a hardass badass grandma, him using his BOW) i think this card fits really well. this journey to darkwick was a new chapter for him, a chance to start over, and he has no idea what's coming his way.

towa - the lovers

i'm like 95% sure those are chrysallis pods behind towa. transformation??? what's he turning into 👀 the colorful beads are an interesting choice. if anyone knows exactly what those are hmu

keywords for the lovers upright: balance, unity, relationships, choices, and unions.

the lovers is a card that yes, can represent love and perfect relationships and attraction, but it can also represent unions and agreements and having to make a choice. the original tarot card design was a couple holding hands while an angel above them blesses them and their union. it's said that this is the angel raphael who works with the winds.

towa, while an aries, also tends to work with the winds. interesting, that.

the card can also represent that a choice must be made soon, to a committment. the card is questioning committment, and how willing you are to sacrifice something for that choice.

towa is suuuuch an interesting character. he loves love and follows his heart in every decision, so it makes sense that he gets the lovers. whether he's one of the people in the couple or the angel blessing it, i have a feeling he's going to be involved in whatever choice we make either way.

"do you believe in soulmates, dandelion?"

lucas - the chariot

luca my son ilysm. also look at those sphinxes behind him!! these are specifically egyptian sphinxes, so i'm going with that interpretation: typically sphinxes in egyptian mythology are benevolent guardians, usually associated with pharoahs. there's two of them, so perhaps representing him and his brother? also could be a reference to the initial depiction of the card, which had a chariot being pulled by two black and white sphinxes

the chariot upright keywords: success, ambition, willpower, self-discipline, and focus.

such a luca card already

the chariot is a card that is all about gaining control over your situation and moving forward with focus. it encourages you to build structured plans and to find balance between order and chaos to move forward with courage. it also represents the need to use aggression, a natural human reaction, to achieve your goals, but to also make sure you rein it in so it doesn't get out of control.

this is so luca. balancing impulses, finding the determination to move forward with control--he's so goal oriented and focused on what he wants. we love a man with ambition.

alan - strength

happy bday baby welcome to the tarot club!! love those chains you got there, are you also burdened by a past from which you cannot escape? *twirls my hair*

strength upright keywords: courage, bravery, inner power, strength (duh), compassion, and self-confidence

strength is a card that was originally depicted as a woman holding the jaws of a lion. she is calm in the face of danger, and holds an inner strength to withstand any challenges that may come her way. she also represents compassion in the face of adversity. the lion also represents courage, and by the woman holding the lion's jaws, shows that she's keeping the courage in control so that it does not become recklessness.

forgive me if i start crying over alan but boy howdy does this card fit him well. he's done so much to move forward with courage and never backs down from what needs to be done--but he doesn't charge forward recklessly. he makes calm, measured moves, but will not shy away if it seems difficult. also, i'd argue he's one of the only ghouls who's actually compassionate towards us. he lets us go forward and try to do what we can, and then he'll step in and help where we falter. also the head ruffling. love him so much dude

the chains are killing me. let go of your chains comrade it'll be okay we're here for you

rui - death

i am losing my mind over the fact that our curse twin is the only one (so far) whose card is in reverse. typically, the death card is a chance at letting go, but reversed....yikes dude. also, he's got his purple roses and the skeleton with him again. his background is blank up top. i'm screaming. can you hear me screaming? because i'm screaming.

purple roses, as said in a couple other posts, are mainly representative of magic and enchantment and love at first sight, but also mystery. RUI ugh

death reversed keywords: fear of change, stagnancy, resisting change, decay.

SO interesting. rui was trying so hard at the beginning to get rid of his curse--has he given up? has he just accepted this now? is that why he retreated to obscuary, to fade away? i'll cry fr

death as a card is one that's a little intimidating to pull but genuinely had good meanings to listen to. it was historically depicted as a skeleton on a white horse over both a king and a pauper, showing that death cannot be stopped and that death does not discriminate. so singing hamilton in the notes. death will continue forward, and to resist change is to resist life itself. as an upright card, it was a sign that great change was coming, and you had to embrace the unknown and continue on. as a reversed card, however, it's saying that change is being resisted. either it's fear of the unknown or something else holding you back, and so death reversed is coming as a warning: it's okay to be afraid, but to remain in place is to stagnate and decay.

this is such an interesting card outside of the whole reaper and death correlations. rui does absolutely give me the vibe of someone who tried so hard for so long that he just gave up and is now just wasting his time forever. in his flower meaning card, he had yellow carnation, which was a symbol of regret and remorse.

rui baby pls

with that we move from the major arcana into the minor arcana -- for now! i'll definitely keep this post updated as more come out.

lyca - page of wands

my other son ugh i love this lil guy. the lizard behind him is super cute. i'm fairly sure it's a salamander because wands are the suit of fire and salamanders are mythologically associated with fire. the suit of wands is associated with creativity, energy, and willpower, all of which are very much lyca.

page of wands keywords: adventure, excitement, fresh ideas, fearless, and extroverted.

this card is so cute for lyca. it pictures a young man in a barren landscape at the beginning of his transformation. this card is all about proving to the world you're here for a reason and that your ideas CAN be achieved. following your path with courage will lead you to the outcome you've always dreamed of.

you can do it lyca!!! we're all rooting for you!!!

subaru - king of cups

once again we see the element of the suit being reflected in the art. cups are the element of water, and the theme of the suit is emotions, intuition, feelings, and relationships.

king of cups keywords: wise, balanced, counselor, advisor, devoted

funny as hell considering the latest hotarubi chapter

anyways the king of cups is a card that represents balance and well thought out choices. this card is a sign to use both your head and your heart to guide yourself, and is a steady, reliable guide to lean on when making decisions. the original card depiction has a balance of both the material and the emotional world and symbolizes that you should look at both.

this is absolutely how subaru portrays himself. as i kind of mentioned in the traitor post, i think subaru has some sort of extreme anxiety about his image and how hes portrayed, and i think genuinely he wants to be seen as someone who IS that calm, cool, collected senpai that can be depended upon to act rationally.

i do think it's interesting to point out that when this card is in reverse, it represents irrational actions and decisions, and i feel like we got a little hint of that with the very last scene with subaru under the tree. and the rumor about his past. maybe. potentially. idk i still don't have a solid feel for it just because of how little we know smh

ritsu - knight of pentacles

last but certainly not least is ritsu!! love this lil freak. pentacles as a suit are about money, yes, but also about worldly possessions of all kinds. their inverse meanings typically have to do with greed and the like.

the knight of pentacles keywords: practical, reliable, hard working, patient, conservative

such a ritsu card right off the bat. the knight of pentacles is a card that when drawn represents long term goals being accomplished by the small daily tasks. it's a knight that's very focused and driven on the present, willing to work through the minutae because he sees that his future will be set thanks to what he's done today

ritsu is someone who is INCREDIBLY hardworking and dedicated, and you can see it in just about everything he does. we're introduced to his long term goal right off the bat and see him taking the steps he needs to every time he's on screen.

great ritsu card 10/10 no notes

(this card when in reverse indicates gambling lmaooo)

and that's all folks! i can't add any more pics on mobile and that's all the tarot cards that have been released as of right now. as more come out, i'll either add them on here or make their own posts or something idk. these were fun though, pretty spot on meanings wise.

as always, asks and dms are open!

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tdb #tarot cards #theories #wanted that rui card so bad smh

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year ago

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(cw: a child, f!reader, "mommy", and "daddy")

[8:41 am]

"Are you sure she's warm enough?" Dad!Jeno asked nervously, adjusting the scarf on his toddler for the nth time.

"She's sweating Jeno, she's fine. Right baby?" You bend to ask the toddler to pull up her zipper.

She nods with an excited smile. You and Jeno had woken up to the excited squeals of you daughter while she jumped on your bed and babbled on and on about the snow. This would be her first year she could actually remember being in the snow and being able to play on her own. She was so excited, she talked the whole way through breakfast about how she couldn't wait to be outside and play in the snow until the sun went down.

Before you all went outside, after a lot of begging on your daughter's end, and many, many layers later, you were all heading down stairs to go outside.

Jeno had bundled her up in a thermal, sweats, gloves, a beanie, and a snow suit, the poor girl would be sweating outside. Jeno had made sure you were bundled up as well and led you all out of the house in his pajamas. Needless to say, you made him go in and get changed.

"Snow!" Your daughter cheered as she dashed out of the elevator. Jeno was hot on her tail, grabbing her hand and helping her over the icy sidewalk to get to the fluffy white snow.

You joined them outside right on time to see her plop onto her back, sinking into the snow to make a snow angel. She laughed happily, flapping her arms up and down through the snow. She stood up with snow stuck to her snowsuit and rosy cheeks, red from the cold and ran off to play some more.

You and Jeno watched her for a while, running around happily with the other kids of the apartment building. She made countless snow angels, snowballs, and just had fun in the snow.

Jeno smiled at her lovingly, "She really looks like she's having a good time- put the snowball down! Don't eat it!"

You laughed watching Jeno chase after her and the snowball she was going to eat. She ran straight behind you to hide, giggling like crazy and out of breath.

"Hey baby," You laugh, adjusting her hat, "Want to build a snowman with Mommy?"

She nods excitedly, beginning to gather up a pile of snow. Once it gets to the point where you need it to be taller you send her off to get some sticks and little rocks for the details. She comes back with an armful of twigs with happy laughs and beyond excited to show you some cool rocks she found.

Jeno joins you both to add his scarf to the snowman. Your daughter giggles happily, "It's daddy!"

Jeno laughs cheerfully and calls her over so they can start making more snowmen, one small one, and one more that was "adult size." The small one gets your daughter's scarf and the remaining one of course gets yours when your daughter waddles over to ask for your hat and scarf.

"Look at that baby! Who did you make?" You ask her with a smile.

She claps her hands, the sound muffled by her gloves, "It's me, mommy, and daddy." She begins to babble on and on about how she made them, how many sticks she found, her cool rocks, a dog she saw earlier, how she saw a snowman in a movie, and really- whatever else comes to mind.

Jeno comes up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you closer, "I think she liked the snow."

"So much she's trying to eat it again," you chuckle, watching her form a small clump of snow and lick it.

Jeno runs to her, "Not again! Leave it on the ground!"

tagging! @jaeminnanaaa17 enjoy more dad!nct dream :)

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winterlico · 3 months ago

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SEVEN DAYS WITH A DEMON — SJY

⋆.˚ pairing : demon!Jake x fem!reader | status : on going

Summary : You thought summoning a demon for seven days would be temporary. You were wrong.

⋆.˚ word count : 4.6k

Genre : Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Light Angst, Fluff

⋆.˚ warnings : 18+ joke (implicitly), harsh words, making out, LOTS of teasing (buckle up)

⋆.˚ a/n : English is not my first language and this is the first time i uploaded a fanfic, i'm sorry if there is still a lot missing words. If you want to be tagged, comment here!

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Night Three: A Glimpse of Humanity

Too comfortable.

You don’t know when it happened exactly—when his presence stopped feeling like an intrusion and started feeling… inevitable. Like the hum of a fridge in the background or the creak of the old floorboard by the door. He’s just there now, sprawling on your couch like it’s a throne, flipping through your books as if he has all the time in the world—which, technically, he does.

He’s even stopped asking permission for things, not that he ever really asked to begin with. He raids your fridge despite claiming that human food has no effect on him. He changes the position of your lamps, just slightly, so they shine at angles that bother you. He has an infuriating habit of claiming your favorite seat whenever you stand up, smirking like he’s won something.

And the worst part? You’re starting to expect him.

Tonight, he’s stretched across your couch, golden eyes lazily tracking the words of a book he’s holding one-handed, his long fingers drumming absentmindedly against the spine. His jacket is slung over the armrest. His feet—bare feet, why is he barefoot?—are propped up on your coffee table like this is his home.

It isn’t.

But some part of you doesn’t tell him to leave. Instead, you sigh and plop onto the couch beside him, shifting until you can steal a glimpse of the book in his hands.

You blink. “Pride and Prejudice?”

Jake hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t look up. “Figured I’d see what the fuss was about.”

You snort. Of all the things you’d expect a demon to read, classic Regency romance isn’t one of them. “And?”

He turns a page, slow and deliberate. There’s something contemplative about the way he reads, like he’s sifting through the words for something deeper than what’s written. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than usual, thoughtful in a way that makes something in your chest tighten.

“Humans are… strange,” he murmurs. “So fragile, yet so full of stubborn pride. So desperate for love, even when they don’t admit it.”

For a moment, you don’t know how to respond. The way he says it—like an observation made over lifetimes, like something he’s learned the hard way—makes your heart stutter.

Then, as if sensing the weight of his own words, Jake shifts, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. His golden eyes flick to you, amusement gleaming beneath something unreadable. “Besides,” he adds, “I think I’d make an excellent Mr. Darcy.”

You roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts. “Please. You’re more of a Wickham.”

Jake gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, angel. Truly, deeply wounded.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. It’s too easy to laugh around him, even when you don’t mean to.

You don’t realize, until much later, that this is the first night you stop seeing him as just a demon.

By the time you step into the shower, the apartment is finally quiet.

For the first time in three nights, there’s no smug remarks, no stolen seats, no golden-eyed menace lurking in your periphery. Just you, warm water, and a few precious minutes of peace.

The water is scalding, just the way you like it, cascading down your back in steady rivulets. Steam thickens the air, curling against your skin, wrapping around your limbs like a second layer. You let it burn, washing away the tension in your shoulders, the way your entire body still feels restless from dinner—no, from him.

From the way Jake had watched you eat, slow and amused, golden eyes too sharp, lips curling around every bite like he was savoring something else entirely.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the edge of the shower wall.

It’s fine.

It’s just Jake.

He’s annoying, intrusive, a walking, talking migraine in leather—but he’s not anything else.

Right?

You exhale sharply and turn off the water. The pipes groan as the rush slows to a trickle, the room dense with humidity. You don’t even bother wiping the fog from the mirror—just reach blindly for your towel, already mentally preparing to crawl into bed and pretend tonight never happened.

But then—

You see it. Your heart stops.

The mirror is still fogged up, steam clinging to the surface, but in the haze—there’s something written.

And it’s not your handwriting. The letters are messy, traced lazily with a fingertip, as if the writer hadn’t really tried to be neat. And yet, despite the casual scrawl, the words hit you square in the chest:

Miss me, angel?

Your blood turns to ice. Your stomach drops. Your breath catches, hitches, stutters. Because you are a rational adult, because you are absolutely not losing your mind over this—

You scream.

Not a dignified noise. Not a startled gasp. No—this is a full-bodied, soul-leaving-your-corpse, horror-movie shriek that rattles the walls.

From somewhere in the apartment, you hear laughter.

Deep, rumbling, thoroughly entertained laughter.

“JAKE!” you shriek, whipping open the bathroom door so fast it slams against the wall, still dripping wet, still barely processing reality.

And there he is.

Leaning against the hallway wall, arms lazily crossed, expression radiating smug amusement.

He’s been waiting for this. Waiting for you to see it. Waiting for your reaction.

“You took forever, angel,” he muses, golden eyes gleaming. “I was about to get bored.”

Your entire soul catches fire.

Your skin is still damp, heat curling at your cheeks—not just from rage but from embarrassment, from the realization that you are standing there, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a thin towel barely clinging to your dignity.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric. Your brain is a storm of white noise and homicidal intent. And before you can think—before logic and self-preservation can kick in—

You hurl your towel at his face with force.

There is a glorious, fleeting second where Jake’s smirk disappears entirely. His head jerks slightly as the towel slaps against him with a solid, wet thud, covering his face.

For one perfect, golden moment, the demon is stunned into silence.

Then—

Jake makes the most dramatic, unholy gasp you have ever heard in your life. A deep, theatrical inhale, as if you had mortally wounded him, as if you had banished him straight back to hell with nothing but damp terrycloth. He staggers back, catching the towel as it slides off his face, gripping it to his chest like a tragic widow in a melodrama.

“Angel,” he gasps, voice drenched in mock betrayal. “Did you just—did you just assault me?”

You don’t care that you are now standing stark naked in front of an actual demon—all you care about is killing him on sight.

“YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!” you bellow, grabbing the nearest object (a shampoo bottle) and launching it at his head.

Jake dodges effortlessly, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Tsk, tsk, angel. Violence isn’t the answer.”

You snatch another bottle. “GET OUT!”

He grins, golden eyes glinting, zero fear in his expression. “You know, I thought you’d be embarrassed, but you’re really embracing the natural look—”

“JAKE.”

Jake raises both hands in surrender, still very much not sorry, but at least having the decency to step back. “Alright, alright,” he drawls, still holding your towel hostage.

And then—

He winks.

Winks.

And vanishes down the hall.

You stand there, naked, wet, humiliated, and shaking with rage, your pulse thundering in your ears. You turn back to the mirror, to the fading message scrawled across the glass.

Miss me, angel?

Your face burns.

With a frustrated scream, you slam the bathroom door shut, vowing—vowing—that if you don’t kill him tonight, you will find a way to exorcise his smug ass tomorrow.

Later, when you finally calm down—after threatening his existence and contemplating banishing him back to hell—you find him lounging in the kitchen, watching you cook like nothing happened.

You glare at him, still fuming, but Jake just smirks, propping his chin on his hand. “What’s the point of all this?” he muses, nodding toward the pot. “Humans put so much effort into eating when it gives them no real power.”

You roll your eyes. “Because food is good, Jake.”

He scoffs. “Not to me.”

That gives you an idea. You turn to face him fully, crossing your arms. “Then let’s change that.”

Jake raises a brow. “Oh?”

“I wish for you to taste food,” you say. “Like a human.”

He stares at you for a long moment, unreadable. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he snaps his fingers. “Fine,” he mutters. “Let’s get this over with.”

You don’t even give him a warning before shoving a spoonful of your homemade dish into his mouth.

Jake freezes.

Then—

A low, deep groan escapes him.

You hate how your stomach flips.

He grips the counter like he’s holding onto reality itself. His tongue flicks against his lower lip just a little too suggestively, and when he looks up, his gaze is dark.

Your brain short-circuits.

Later that night, you’re still flustered when you head to your bedroom. You open the door—only to find Jake lying on your bed. On your bed. Casually sprawled, arms behind his head, looking at you like he belongs there.

You grip the doorknob. “Get. Out.”

Jake smirks. “Why? There’s enough space for two.”

Your entire soul leaves your body. “Jake—”

“Relax, angel.” He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “I’ll behave. Unless you don’t want me to.”

You slam the door so fast.

Through the wood, you hear him laughing.

But when you wake up hours later, something feels off.

The apartment is quiet. No sarcastic remarks. No unnecessary Jake-ness.

And then—

“Miss me already?”

You yelp.

Jake materializes beside you, grinning. “That was cute.”

You slap his arm. “Don’t do that!”

He chuckles, warm and low. “Aw, come on, angel. Admit it. You’d be lonely without me.”

You scoff. “Please.”

But you don’t push him away when he sits beside you and you don’t stop him when he lingers.

Bonus scene

Jake was not thinking about it.

Not. Thinking. About. It.

He was definitely not lying on your couch at 4 AM, staring at the ceiling like a man haunted by his own choices. He was not replaying the way the towel had hit him in the face, the way it had smacked him with the full, unholy force of divine retribution before landing at his feet, damp and utterly incriminating.

He was not thinking about the look on your face when it happened—the sheer, unfiltered rage, the way your eyes had burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, the way your chest had risen and fallen in sharp, angry breaths as if you were holding back the urge to commit murder.

And he was certainly not thinking about what had happened after. About the way you had stood there, naked, furious, completely unbothered by your own lack of clothing in the face of pure rage.

Jake let out a slow, exhausted breath, dragging a hand down his face.

No.

This was fine.

This was just a game. It was nothing.

He had been around for centuries. He had seen things that would drive mortals to madness, had walked through battlefields soaked in blood, had watched empires rise and crumble to dust, had stood at the edge of existence and gazed into the void itself.

And yet—

Yet.

A single mortal woman had managed to short-circuit his entire being with a damp towel and the audacity to stand there, unbothered, as if she hadn’t just ruined him forever.

Jake exhaled sharply, sitting up, elbows on his knees, fingers threading through his already mussed-up hair.

The apartment was quiet now, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of a car passing by on the street below.

It was too quiet. Too still. He didn’t like it.

For the past three nights, he had gotten used to your presence. Used to the chaotic energy you radiated, used to the way you sighed dramatically whenever he took your seat, used to the playful banter, the teasing, the unspoken game of seeing who could get under the other’s skin first.

And now?

Now you were hiding. For the first time, you had chosen to retreat instead of fight.

Jake tapped his fingers against his knee, his jaw tightening.

He didn't like that, either.

One Hour After the Towel Incident

Jake found himself outside your door.

Not lurking.

Just… existing. Near the door. Casually. Like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to just be there at 5 AM, standing in the hallway with his arms crossed, frowning at the closed door like it had personally offended him.

Because really, it had. You hadn’t come out. Not even once.

And that?

That was unnacceptable.

Jake knocked once, slow and deliberate, letting the sound echo through the quiet apartment.

Silence. A long, pointed silence.

Jake tilted his head, smirking. "So," he drawled, voice low, smooth, dangerous in the way that always got a reaction from you.

Still nothing. He grinned. "Are we just going to ignore that you threw a towel at my face?"

The silence that followed was so profoundly aggressive that Jake could practically hear the way you were grinding your teeth on the other side.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this. He leaned against the doorframe, lowering his voice just slightly, just enough to be infuriating. "You know, angel, if you wanted me naked too, you could’ve just asked."

The sound that came from inside your room was somewhere between a muffled shriek and a declaration of war.

Jake grinned.

Then—

Then he heard you aggressively burying yourself under your blankets.

He smirked. Oh, this was too easy.

"Goodnight, angel," he purred, voice filled with nothing but smug delight.

A pillow hit the door.

Jake laughed, low and satisfied, and pushed off the doorframe, retreating back into the living room, utterly pleased with himself.

But the moment he lay back down on the couch, his smirk faltered. Because now?

Now there was nothing else to distract him.

And that? That was a problem.

Three Hours After the Towel Incident

Jake had not moved. He was still on the couch, staring at the ceiling, his mind looping back to the same damn moment over and over again. He tried to rationalise it. Tried to tell himself that this was just his usual games, that he was amused, nothing more.

But that didn’t explain why he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It didn’t explain why his brain kept replaying every little detail—

The way the light had caught on the water droplets running down your skin.

The way your lips had parted slightly when you had gasped in rage.

The way your cheeks had flushed, not from embarrassment, but from fury.

The way you had stood there, unshaken, completely unbothered by your own state of undress, because all you had cared about in that moment was absolutely wrecking his shit.

Jake let out a low, irritated groan, dragging both hands down his face.

No.

This was not happening. He needed to fix this. He needed to get back in control, regain the upper hand.

Because this?

This was not normal.

He was not supposed to be lying awake at 5 AM, thinking about the way your shoulders had tensed when you’d stepped into the doorway, or the way your collarbone had looked with droplets of water catching in the dim light.

Fuck.

He was not doing this.

Tomorrow, Jake would fix this. He would go back to being the one in control. He would prove to himself that this was just another game.

Just another human. Just another silly, fleeting moment that meant absolutely nothing.

Jake leaned back, arms crossed, scowling at the ceiling.

Because deep down—deep in the part of himself he refused to acknowledge—

He knew he was lying.

The Fourth Morning

Jake did not sleep. Not even a little.

Not that he needed sleep, exactly, but there was a difference between choosing not to sleep and lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying the same moment over and over again in his head like a damn cursed record.

This was the second one.

He had tried everything to shove the thoughts out of his head. Tried to focus on literally anything else. Tried to remind himself that this was just a game.

That you were just another human. That he was only here for his own entertainment, nothing more.

But the problem was—

The real, actual, devastating problem was—

Jake had always been a damn good liar.

And right now? He wasn’t buying his own bullshit. Because every time he tried to push the memory away, it clawed its way back.

The towel.

The look on your face.

The way you had just stood there, naked and furious, utterly unbothered.

And, most damning of all—

The way he had looked at you. The way he had felt something shift inside him, something that should have never, ever been there.

Jake ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly.

No.

This was not happening.

7 AM – The Kitchen

By the time the sun started rising, Jake had abandoned all attempts at rational thought and decided that if he couldn’t stop thinking about it, he might as well pretend it never happened.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

All he had to do was act normal. Just play it cool. Just not think about how he had, against every ounce of logic in his body, spent the entire night awake because of you.

So, naturally, like a fully functioning and rational individual, Jake made himself comfortable in your kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping a fresh cup of coffee like he hadn’t just gone through an entire existential crisis in the past six hours.

Totally normal. Totally fine.

He’s totally not waiting for you to wake up. And then he heard it. The sound of your door opening.

Jake froze.

For the first time since last night, he realized he had no actual plan for what to do when he saw you.

Shit. He couldn’t move. Didn’t even breathe.

Because there you were. Stepping into the kitchen, hair slightly tousled from sleep, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that barely grazed the tops of your thighs.

The absolute worst part?

You were still drowsy. Still half-asleep, still blinking the exhaustion from your eyes, shoulders slumping slightly as you padded toward the fridge, completely unaware that Jake was standing right there, watching you.

Jake gripped his coffee cup like it was his last lifeline.

No.

No, no, no.

He was not doing this again. He was not getting caught off guard twice in less than twelve hours. He forced his gaze to the ceiling, then to the floor, then anywhere but directly at you, gripping the countertop so hard it nearly cracked under his fingers.

This is fine. This is fine.

Just say something. Just act normal.

Just—

"Morning, angel."

Fuck.

His voice came out lower than intended, rough around the edges, like he’d just woken up himself, which was absolutely not the case because he hadn’t slept a damn second.

You froze mid-step.

For a long, excruciating moment, you just stood there, one hand on the fridge door, staring at him like you had just remembered exactly what had happened last night.

Jake saw it all in real-time—

The split-second recognition. The way your entire body tensed. The way your grip on the fridge tightened ever so slightly. The slow, creeping flush that spread across your cheeks.

Oh.

Oh, this was interesting.

Jake felt a wicked smirk tug at his lips, leaning slightly against the counter, tilting his head as he watched your reaction unfold.

You were embarrassed.

After everything—after standing there, bare and unshaken, after throwing a towel at his face like a vengeful goddess, after screaming bloody murder through the apartment—

You were actually embarrassed now.

Fascinating and entirely unfair, because Jake was absolutely, definitely not thinking about how good you looked in that stupid oversized shirt.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting anywhere but at him, muttering a barely coherent, “Morning,” before grabbing a water bottle and immediately turning away like that would make him disappear.

Jake smirked. This was going to be fun.

"Sleep well?" he asked, taking a slow sip of coffee.

You visibly stiffened. A beat of silence. Then, voice tight, "Fine."

Jake raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? You sure? Because it seemed like you were up pretty late last night."

You nearly choked on your water.

Jake almost laughed.

You turned your head just enough to glare at him, lips pressing together into a thin line. "You talk too much," you grumbled.

And oh, he could work with that. Jake set his coffee down, stretching his arms in a way that was entirely unnecessary, voice dripping with casual smugness.

"Come on, angel," he said smoothly, "don't be shy. I mean, considering everything I saw last night—"

"I will throw this water bottle at your head."

Jake grinned.

There you were. And just like that, the tension cracked, dissolving into something sharp, playful, familiar. It was a game again.

The way it was supposed to be.

Jake chuckled, taking another slow sip of coffee, watching as you tried desperately to compose yourself, to pretend you weren’t still thinking about last night.

But he could tell.

Oh, he could tell.

And maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t the only one losing his mind.

Jake knew he was playing a dangerous game.

Knew it from the moment you walked into the kitchen, all sleep-tousled hair and half-lidded eyes, wearing an oversized shirt that shouldn’t be doing as much damage as it was.

Knew it from the way his body reacted before his brain could catch up, every muscle tensing like he was bracing for impact.

And impact it was.

Because despite his best efforts—despite the hours he’d spent convincing himself that last night meant nothing, that the image of you standing in that doorway, bare and furious, was already fading from his mind—

It wasn’t.

It was burned into him now.

And judging by the way you refused to look directly at him, the way your hands gripped the water bottle like it was your last lifeline, the way your shoulders were tense, like you were forcing yourself to act normal—

Jake wasn’t the only one suffering.

Interesting.

And, perhaps, a little dangerous. Because if you were feeling it too, if you were struggling just as much as he was—

Then this was no longer a game he was in control of.

And he should stop.

He should dial it back.

He should let it go.

He should—

"Considering everything I saw last night—"

Oh.

Oh, he was a fucking idiot.

Because the second those words left his mouth, the second you whipped your head around to glare at him, face heating, grip tightening on the water bottle like you were actually considering launching it at his skull—

Jake felt something sharp and electric pulse through him, something hot, something dangerous, something that felt a little too much like desire.

Shit.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Just stood there, glaring, breathing just a little too fast, as if you were trying to decide whether murder was worth the consequences.

That was fun and dangerous. He liked you like this.

Angry. Flustered. Teetering on the edge of something you didn’t want to acknowledge. And maybe—just maybe—he wanted to push you over it.

You exhaled sharply, slamming the water bottle down on the counter before turning fully toward him, arms crossed, jaw tight.

"You," you said, voice slow, dangerous, "are an absolute menace."

Jake grinned.

"That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, angel."

Your eyes narrowed.

Jake tilted his head, studying you.

You were trying so hard to act normal. Trying to pretend that last night hadn’t shaken you. Trying to convince yourself that this was still just an annoying little game.

But he could see through it.

He could see the way your weight shifted slightly, the way you kept your arms crossed like a shield, the way your breathing had changed—

You were flustered, not just in an annoyed way.

Oh.

Oh, this was something else.

Something new. Something infinitely more dangerous.

Jake’s smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second—so fast he almost didn’t catch it himself. Because if this wasn’t just a game anymore—

If you were actually looking at him differently now—

Fuck.

He should stop.

He should walk away. He should say something sarcastic and move on and pretend none of this was happening.

But then, you did something you shouldn’t have done.

Something reckless.

You took a step closer. Just one step.

Barefoot, arms still crossed, face still defiantly unreadable—

But closer.

And Jake?

Jake forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t even that close. Not really. There was still space.

But for some reason, it felt like too much.

Like if he reached out, he could touch you.

Like if he leaned forward, his breath would mingle with yours.

Like if he let himself, just for a second—

No.

Absolutely not.

This was dangerous.

"You’re staring."

Jake blinked.

You were watching him now, closely. And oh, that was bad. Because you had never looked at him like this before.

Not with frustration.

Not with exasperation.

Not with that unspoken question burning in the space between you.

Jake had been in too many situations like this not to recognize what was happening.

The tension.

The way the air felt thick, the way his chest felt tight, the way he could hear your breathing a little too well. It was the kind of moment that only ever ended one way.

Jake was not going to let that happen.

Not today. Not when he had already let it go too far. So instead, he did what he always did when he was on the edge of something irreversible.

He broke it.

Jake let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back against the counter with a mock-disappointed shake of his head.

"You know, angel," he said, voice lazy, cocky, unbothered— "if you wanted to get close to me, you could’ve just said so."

And just like that—

The spell was shattered. You rolled your eyes so hard it looked painful. Jake smirked, relief and something unnameable settling in his chest.

This was better.

You scoffed, shaking your head as you grabbed your water bottle. "I hate you."

Jake grinned. "You love me."

And just as you turned to leave, just as the air began to settle, just as he thought he had gotten away with it—

You hesitated. Paused. Didn’t turn around.

But your voice—when you finally spoke—

Was quiet.

"Not everything’s a joke, Jake."

And then you were gone.

Jake stood there, staring at the space where you had been, coffee cup still in his hand, something cold settling in his chest.

Because for the first time since this started—

He wasn’t sure which one of you was playing the game anymore.

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