#and Luke feels like he doesn’t deserve all this affection

[nothing-but-flowers88]

What I like about Dinluke is at first Din represses his feelings cause “this is not the way” bullshit

But as soon as he allows himself to feel for Luke it’s just “I love you, you’re so pretty, love, you, marry me, please, marry me under a cherry tree, you’re so cute, what if we kissed in the x wing, have 10 foundlings with me, cuddle me I’m sad, we will raise warriors, your eyes are so blue, you want cheese? I will bring you cheese, cyar’ika, cyar’ika, cyar’ika 💕💕💖💖💖”

[incognit0slut]

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3| PART 4

Behind Closed Doors 4

Your frustration over his broken promise melts away as soon as he calls, and you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to his voice, more than you anticipated.

Warnings: (18+, MDNI) Phone sex, mutual (and guided) masturbation, dirty talk ~4.7k words

A/n: this is just me wishing he was on quinn😔 anyway enjoy part 4, this mini series is not dead (i don’t even know how long it will be but let’s just celebrate that I’m finally updating)

All men do is lie, you thought as you flopped onto your bed.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault—but you weren’t in the mood to be reasonable. You remembered that car ride vividly. He had promised you more time together, a moment to finally be alone. Instead, what did you get? A new case, then another, and amidst all the chaos and dodging bullets (literally and metaphorically), you two somehow managed to drift apart.

The past few weeks had been the busiest since you started working at the BAU, and that was saying a lot, considering there was never really a moment of peace when you worked for the government. But this time was different, it seemed even more chaotic than usual. Every time you thought of bringing up the conversation with him—or maybe sneak in a little make-out session—something urgent would come up. 

There was never the right time, or the right moment. It felt as if the universe had other plans for you, and none of them involved the two of you getting a moment alone. And before you knew it, you were caught in this maddening cycle of missed opportunities, and the worst thing was, you were sexually frustrated.

This time, you had no one else to blame but him. Ever since he came into the picture, your carefully maintained self-control had started to slip, and now, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore the growing need between your legs. It was aching, throbbing, and even the thought of him was making you hot and restless.

How did he manage to do that? He wasn’t even trying. There was nothing overtly seductive in the way he moved or spoke, and yet every glance, every accidental touch, seemed to affect you. Spencer. Just his name made your breath hitch, your body betraying you. You weren’t proud to admit this, but the mere thought of his fingers brushing your skin had you feeling that first rush of arousal slipping into your panties.

You huffed, considering digging out your pink silicone toy hidden somewhere in your drawer. And while you were contemplating this, knowing it had been a while since you last used it because nothing could compare to the feeling of his touch now, your phone on the bedside table rang.

Maybe the universe was really testing you, because his name flashed across the screen and it took a lot of self-control for you not to pick up on the first ring and demand him to fuck you right there and then, which sounded too crass when you weren’t in the middle of straddling his lap like the last time. So instead, you decided to wait until the sixth ring before you answered with a curt, “Hey.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “You’re mad at me.”

Could he tell? Of course, he could. He always had an uncanny ability to read you, even over the phone. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“I can almost see you rolling your eyes.”

“I never roll my eyes,” you shot back.

“You rolled your eyes last week when Luke tried to tell us that his dog could sniff out bodies better than our trained ones.”

You suppressed a smile, surprised that he even noticed you giving Luke a once-over at that particular moment. “That was because his dog chases its tail more than it chases leads.”

"And I'm not worthy of an eye roll?"

“Honestly, you deserve more than an eye roll,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

"So you are mad,” he stated, growing quiet for a while. “I’m sorry.”

And now you felt bad. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to clear your thoughts. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel any less better.”

You felt a pang of guilt as you stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t exactly fair to blame him. Serial killers, unfortunately, didn’t come with a schedule, and now Spencer was already on his leave. You recalled the excitement in his voice when he told you about the seminars Emily had arranged for him to teach. He had spoken with an enthusiasm you hadn’t heard in a long time, his eyes practically lighting up every time he mentioned it.

How could you be upset about that?

"I'm not... mad.”

There was a slight teasing note in his voice as he replied, "Just annoyed then?"

You held back a smile. "Maybe a little."

“Anything I can do to help with that?” His voice softened through the phone. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Your thoughts immediately went to the sticky situation between your legs, and you felt a flush of embarrassment. Technically, he could help with that. But could you say that? Should you? 

"I don’t know, depends on what you have in mind,” you replied, trying to steer your mind away from the direction it was heading. There was a pause, a silence that hung in the air as he carefully considered his next words.

"I could… start by telling you how much I miss you?”

Now that, you didn’t expect. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. Spencer had never really acknowledged his feelings with words when his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it out loud made the emotions between you feel undeniably real. It was as if his words shattered whatever platonic friendship the two of you had built over the past years.

Although you knew your friendship had fundamentally changed the moment he had you pinned on the desk that fine afternoon, it didn’t stop you from questioning about where you truly stood.

"You miss the idea of me," you corrected him, unable to resist yourself.

“You know that’s not true,” he replied gently.

“Do I?”

“Yes, you know me better than that,” he insisted. “You’re a great profiler, you can tell if I’m not being honest.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, despite trying to stay mad at him. "You hate being profiled.”

"That was before I realized how useful your skills are in deciphering my feelings.”

“You know I’d rather you tell me how you feel.”

“I did, I miss you, and you chose not to believe me.”

Your cheeks actually ached from smiling too much. You couldn’t help but feel a warm, tingling sensation spread through you. “Fine,” you sighed, finally giving in. “I believe you.”

“And?”

You rolled onto your side. “And what?”

“Do you not miss my absence at work?”

“Well…”

“Well?” He prompted.

Now how could you tell him you missed more than just his presence? How could you admit that you missed the way he made you feel, the way his breath felt hot against your skin, without sounding obvious or too needy? Because you missed everything about him. His hands, his lips, his tongue—oh dear god, his tongue.

Spencer suddenly called out your name, and you forced yourself to focus, feeling your heartbeat quicken as you cleared your throat.

“Yes, I—I miss you,” you finally admitted.

There was a pause, then his voice came through, lighter, teasing. “Why do you sound like that?”

“…like what?”

“Like you’re out of breath.”

You gripped the sheets tightly, the fabric bunching under your fingers. How could you even begin to explain this to him now that he was onto you? You felt like you were on the verge of a full-blown emotional meltdown. God, if he knew how many times you’d replayed every kiss, every touch, in your mind, he’d never let you live it down.

It was almost laughable, really. Here you were, trying to keep it together, and failing miserably. “It’s just… I really, really miss you.”

“You really miss me? Are you trying to say something?”

You hesitated, your mind scrambling for the right words without revealing too much. “No…?”

“Mhm,” he replied, clearly unconvinced. “You’re not telling me everything.”

You gripped the phone tighter. “I’m just saying... It's hard without you here. You know, in every way.”

“In every way?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling both embarrassed and mortified. “I just... I miss how you make me feel. Physically.”

“Physically?” he pressed. “Can you elaborate?”

“I’m... you know, I’ve been... missing certain things. Certain... activities.”

“Certain activities,” he repeated your words once again. It was then that you realized he was teasing you, clearly enjoying your discomfort a little too much. “You mean like... talking?”

“No. More like... the other stuff we do when we’re alone.”

"I don't understand."

At that point, your embarrassment was gnawing at you. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. “God, Spencer, don’t make me say it,” you groaned, burying your face in your pillow.

“Come on, I need a little more than that.” He sounded both amused and curious. “I’m just making sure I understand you right.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you muttered into the pillow, your voice muffled but still clear enough for him to hear.

“Actually, I don’t think I do. You could be missing so many things, you have to help me out here.”

You turned your head to the side, exasperation coloring your tone. “Spencer…”

"Yes?" he responded innocently.

"You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

"I find precise communication to be very important.”

You let out a groan, feeling the last of your restraint crumble. “Alright! Fine!” you snapped. “I’m horny, okay? And it’s all your fault!”

His laughter rang through the phone, and you could almost see the grin spreading across his face. “My fault?"

"Yes! I feel like a deprived, horny teenager here, and I just…”

You trailed off, hardly believing you had actually said that out loud. The realization hit you like a wave, and for a moment, you wished you could take it back. There was a pause that seemed to stretch on forever and you wondered if you had gone too far.

He finally broke the silence, breathing out your name in a way that made your skin tingle. "You could've told me from the start."

You could, but you’d rather not.

"I didn't want to sound desperate."

"You can be desperate with me,” he said softly. “Just say the word and I’ll give you anything you want.”

If there was one thing Spencer was good at, it was getting under your skin. He really shouldn’t be saying those words, not now, not when it was making you crave him even more. You swallowed, feeling a tightness in your chest, a knot in your stomach. The part of you that always played it safe wanted to retract, to laugh it off as a joke. But then there was that other part, the part that craved his attention, the part that was tired of holding back.

“Tell me, what do you want now?”

You took a deep breath and laid on your back, the words catching in your throat. You felt your pulse quicken.

“I want… you.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

Your fingers trailed over the sheets, your touch light as you imagined it was him beneath your fingertips. “Spencer…”

“Come on,” he pressed. “Tell me.”

You paused, your heart pounding in your chest. You could almost imagine him right in front of you, staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes that always managed to make you melt, coaxing words from you that you barely dared to think, let alone speak.

Just say it. He's waiting. He wants to hear it.

Your hand began to move.

“I… I want your hands on me.”

“Where do you want my hands?”

“Everywhere,” you whispered, your fingers grazing your body as if they were his. You closed your eyes.

“Everywhere?”

You found yourself nodding even though he couldn’t see you.

“On my hips…”

Your hand danced across your hips.

“My stomach…”

Your palm slipped under your shirt, moving slowly up your abdomen, feeling the warmth of your own touch and wishing it was his.

“Between my thighs…”

You paused at the hem of your panties, the only barrier beneath your shirt, hesitating as a flush of warmth spread through you. The line was silent for a moment, save for the sound of his breathing—a soft, heavy rhythm that matched the pounding of your own heart.

“Where else do you want me?”

Your fingers dipped inside the fabric. “I want you lower…”

“Tell me exactly where.”

“Where I’m most sensitive,” you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them.  Your thighs instinctively squeezed together, hips rolling gently as your free hand began to drift south. “Spencer… please…”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“I…”

“Are you?”

“No…”

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

You licked your lips, your breath coming faster. “Maybe.”

“Then do it, no one’s stopping you.”

You hesitated, the reality of the situation sinking in. You couldn’t believe this was happening, that you were having this conversation with him. "This feels so naughty.”

"Naughty can be nice, though, right?" he assured you. "Don't think about it too much. It’s just you and me.”

There really was something about his voice, the way it effortlessly wrapped around you—smooth, coaxing, almost hypnotic. Despite the hesitation that tugged at your mind, your hand began to move lower, and your legs parting involuntarily. A soft gasp escaped your lips when your hand flew right to your pussy, fingers quickly tracing the length of your folds. You were already wet, and you began to spread your arousal towards your clit.

“Spencer…” you whined, feeling the sudden rush of sensations.

“Keep going,” he urged. “Tell me what you feel.”

You closed your eyes. “It feels… good…”

“Describe it to me.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to find the words through the haze of pleasure. “It’s warm and wet… and…”

And you wished he was the one touching you.

You let your mind drift to your fantasy. You imagined it was his fingers circling your clit. You imagined his lips against yours, the way they would move together. You imagined him whispering these words right in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as you writhed beneath him. The fantasy felt so vivid that for a moment, you could almost feel his weight pressing down on you, his presence enveloping you completely.

Your imagination urged you to move faster, but you felt limited by the fabric in the way. You called out his name. “Can I… can I take my, um, underwear off?”

You could almost hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “Of course you can.”

You put your phone down, and with trembling fingers, you slid the fabric down your legs. You discarded them quickly and turned the call to speaker before you settled back on the bed. Your hand returned to your body, fingers brushing over your sensitive skin. You parted your legs even wider, and as your fingers found their rhythm, a moan escaped you.

“Better?”

You sighed in relief as you continued to rub your clit. ���So much better.”

“Keep it slow, okay? We don’t want to rush.”

His voice was low and soothing, and you couldn’t believe how just by his voice he had gotten you so worked up.

“Now press a little harder.” You complied, applying a bit more pressure on your clit. "Right there. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," you gasped, your back slightly arching off the bed.

“I wish I could see you right now," he murmured. “I'd kiss you where you're touching.”

You let your imagination take over. You pictured him with his head right between your thighs, his eyes locked on yours with those intense, pretty eyes. You imagined his mouth moving over your clit, sucking gently while his fingers explored between your folds. The thought was so vivid, so real, that you could almost feel his warm breath against your skin.

The mental image of him looking up at you was almost too much to bear. “Spencer…”

"Keep going. Are your fingers wet?" You could simply moan back a reply, not trusting your own voice. “Now slowly slide in one. Can you do that for me?”

You did as he said, sliding a finger into your wetness. You could feel how tight you were, the slick warmth of your arousal enveloping your skin. You looked down between your legs and watched as you pleased yourself. It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sight. You had done this countless times before, but never with the voice of a man guiding you, especially Spencer—the last person you’d imagine doing this with.

Yet look at how much effect he had on you.

"You're quiet," his voice suddenly came through. "Are you still with me?"

"Yes," you managed to whisper. "It's just... a lot."

"In a good way, I hope?"

“Very good,” you assured him.

You could practically picture the corner of his lips twitching into a proud smile. “Good,” he recited. “Now try adding another finger.”

You couldn't help a moan escaping your lips as you pushed in your middle finger, the sound louder than you intended.

"How does that feel?"

"Full," you breathed out, adjusting to the sensation.

“Yeah? I bet you’re so tight.”

You were, awfully so. Your walls clenched around your fingers, almost swallowing them as you started to move them in a steady rhythm. The pleasure built in your lower stomach, a warm, coiling tension that made you desperate for more. You needed his voice, you craved his guidance, even from afar.

“Spence…” you whined. “Keep talking, please.”

“You want me to describe how I’d touch you if I were there?”

You moaned in response, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, urging him to continue.

“If I were there,” he began, his voice low, “I’d start by kissing you slowly.”

You could almost feel it, his lips on yours, his tongue probing inside your mouth.

“I’d move lower,” he continued. “Kiss your neck, your collarbone… while my fingers would move along your hips, your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need me most.”

You whimpered, your fingers moving faster as you followed his vivid description, imagining his touch guiding you.

“I’d tease you, brush my fingers right at your entrance,” he whispered. “Then, I’d slip them inside you, just like you’re doing now.”

Your breaths came in short gasps.

“I’d spread your legs wide,” he continued again, and you heard a faint rustling noise in the background. “I’d move my fingers in… and… out...”

Your legs fell further apart.

“I’d curl my fingers the same way I did that day,” he went on. “Do you remember?”

How could you not? It never truly left your mind. You could picture that day clearly, the feeling of his fingers and mouth working on your sensitive spot seemed to linger in your memory.

“I’d do the same thing that you like,” he proceeded, and you focused on his voice. “I’d lean in close… licking you… sucking you.”

You moaned loudly as the image of his mouth on your clit flashed through your mind. You could almost feel the way he would sloppily lap at you, drinking in every drop of your arousal with each eager flick of his tongue.

“Go faster for me,” he urged. “I-I want to hear how wet you are.”

You followed his words, and the slick sounds of your arousal filled the quiet around you as you imagined him there, his fingers replacing yours. You could hear more noise through the line, the subtle rustle of clothes moving, the faint sound of his breathing growing heavier before he let out a low grunt.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” he breathed out. “Now add another finger.”

Your eyes narrowed into a frown, trying to slip a third finger in but the stretch was too intense for you to continue. “I-I can’t.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed. “Just take it slow. Try to relax.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow his instructions. You slowly eased in another finger, feeling the awkward stretch but the initial discomfort quickly faded into a deeper pleasure, and you moaned softly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“There you go,” he encouraged. “Feel that? Feel how full you are?”

You hummed a reply.

“That’s how I want you to feel when I’m finally inside you.”

A whine left your lips. In your head, you saw him, his body poised above yours, his cock sliding smoothly into you. You imagined the slick, rhythmic motion, the way each thrust would fill you, stretching you, overwhelming you. You cried out a filthy moan at the thought, unabashed and desperate, as you began to pump your fingers inside your cunt.

“Push deeper for me… I know you can take it.”

You gasped, pushing your fingers as deep as they could go. “I can’t… I need… oh…”

“I know, I know,” he whispered. “You need more. You need me inside you, don’t you?”

“Spencer, please…” you begged, your voice breaking into desperate, choked sobs.

“You want that? You want to feel me stretch you?”

“Yes, yes…” you managed to moan out, your movements became more desperate.

“God, you’d be so tight around me… I’d have your legs spread wide so I… I-I could see how perfect you’d take me.”

You could almost feel his hands on your hips, his body pressing against yours, filling you completely. Your fingers moved frantically, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you felt the tension building to an unbearable peak.

“You’d pull me closer, wouldn’t you? You’d ask for more, like you always do, and I’d give it to you,” he promised. “I’d give it to you so hard… s-so deep…”

And that was when you heard it—the unmistakable sound of wetness, like skin sliding over slick, damp skin. The sound was filthy, making your pulse race as you wondered what he might be doing on the other end of the line. Your voice trembled as you slowly asked him, “Spence, are you…?”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end before he let out a soft, almost sheepish laugh, as if you had caught him red-handed. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice breathless and strained. "Do you know how hard it is not to when listening to your voice?"

Your fingers subconsciously quickened at his confession, their movements becoming more urgent as you imagined him laying on his own bed, hand wrapped around his cock. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as you whispered, “Tell me what you’re doing.”

His breathing grew ragged, his words coming in clipped bursts. “I’m… I’m touching myself…”

You tried to focus on his voice, but the sound of his sloppy strokes began to echo louder. “Tell me more.”

“I’m… I’m rubbing… my fingers over the head,” he gasped, and you curled your fingers deeper, using your palm to grind against your clit. The way he sounded so lost in his pleasure, unable to hold back, had you imagining him stroking himself. You pictured yourself doing it for him, remembering how it felt that day when you had his cock in your hand—the weight, the warmth, the way he looked at you through intense eyes.

Your breathing grew heavier, louder, and his voice cracked with a strained moan as he whispered, “Can you lower your phone?”

You fumbled with the device, bringing it closer to where your fingers worked tirelessly between your legs. “Like this?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, the sound of his strokes growing faster and more urgent. “You sound so perfect.”

You let out a soft cry, your fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt frantically as you imagined him watching you, listening to every sound you made. The wet, slick noises filled the room, so intense and filthy. You looked down to see your juices spilling over your fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you. The sheer sound of it was enough to drive him crazy.

“I—f-faster, please,” he panted into the phone. “I need you to go faster.”

Your eyes widened for a moment as the desperate plea slipped from his lips. But you didn’t have the mental space to think about it. Your focus was solely on reaching your release as you ultimately sped up your pace. Your body began to tighten up, feeling so much pressure and pleasure building up every time your fingertips hit that deep spot inside you.

"Oh—fuck!” You exhaled sharply as the familiar sensation took over you. “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming—”

With a cry that was both a sob and a shout, your pussy fluttered around your fingers. Your orgasm ripped through you without warning, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure through your body as you gasped and shuddered. Your voice escaped in broken moans and whines, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Spencer… oh, God, Spencer…”

The sound of your climax drove him to his own release. His breath hitched, his movements faltering as he let out a harsh sound from his throat. It was raw and unrestrained, downright filthy, and you listened intently, your fingers slipping out only to circle and rub your clit, drawing out the final waves of your orgasm.

Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand fell away, and you lay there, breathing heavily, your body relaxing into the bed. Your room was quiet afterward, the only sound coming from was the sound of your own breathing. Then you heard him calling out your name, checking in. But through the post-orgasmic bliss, all you could manage in response was a giggle.

“You’re… laughing?” He mused. “Should I be concerned?”

“No, no,” you replied, still catching your breath, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. “It’s just… I can’t believe we did that.”

A gentle laugh escaped his lips, a warm, soothing sound that calmed your racing heart. "Did you like it?"

You liked it a lot. "Can’t say that I didn’t.”

"So I take it you're not mad at me anymore?"

You let out a soft, contented sigh. “I wasn’t even that mad to begin with. Just… frustrated,” you confessed. “But I think we handled that pretty well.”

“Maybe a little too well,” he agreed softly. “I can't believe I need to take a shower this late.”

You looked down between your legs at his words, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you as you noticed the patch of wetness on your bed. It wasn't small—it spread across the fabric in a noticeable, damp stain. “Uh, yeah,” you admitted with a nervous laugh. “I also need to change my sheets.”

Then you heard a low, almost pained groan from his end of the line.

“What?”

“It’s just…” He paused, and you could almost hear him struggling to find the right words. "I'm now picturing you on your bed."

"Isn't that what you've been doing?"

"Well, yes, but now it's… different."

You couldn't help the amused grin that spread across your face. "Different how?"

"Let's just say the image in my mind is a lot more detailed now and it's not helping me calm down."

A burst of laughter erupted from your chest as you gripped your phone closer to you. “Is this your way of blaming me because you still have a hard-on?” you taunted. “I mean, I’m simply stating the facts.”

“But you’re painting a picture in my head.”

“Of me drenching the sheets just by hearing your voice?”

He made a low, strained sound. “Stop.”

“I can send you a picture if you like,” you offered slyly. “Help you visualize it better.”

There was a moment of stunned silence on his end before he finally muttered, “You shouldn’t.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”

“But if you insist…”

You laughed softly. “Good night, Spencer.”

“Wait—You’re hanging up?”

“Yep,” you said cheerfully. “I thought you needed a shower.”

He made another frustrated sound, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine, fine. Good night.”

And that was it. You ended the call with a satisfied smile. But as you stared at your phone, a rush of thoughts began to swirl through your mind. You were well aware of the potential risks of what you were about to do—how it could be traced back to you. You could almost hear Penelope lecturing you about online security and the dangers of leaving a digital footprint.

But when your mind kept circling back to Spencer—Spencer’s breathless voice, Spencer’s prominent veins on his hands, Spencer with a freaking hard-on in his bed—it was hard to think rationally. Before you could stop yourself, you propped your phone on your pillow and posed for the camera. Legs spread wide, your nipples pressing against your shirt, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips. The shot looked like it came out of a porno movie. You quickly sent it to him.

It took exactly 7 seconds before your phone rang again.

“Yes, Spencer?” you answered, trying to sound innocent.

You heard shuffling and a muffled grunt, and then, faintly, the rustling of fabric. It sounded like he was fumbling with his phone, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the frustration in his voice.

“How do I turn this into video call again?”

[lady-ashfade]

Our comfort

Platonic!Yan!Camp Half-Blood x Comfort!Goddess!Reader. (Percy, Annabeth, Grover)

—£ Yes I know I haven’t finish the book but I actually couldn’t wait anymore. So, this is me with little knowledge so bare that in mind.

—£ Warnings: Book/show spoilers, Yandere! Behavior, Being bound to a place, Possessive behavior, Obsessive behavior, Manipulation, Characters fighting for the reader’s attention. Short.

You weren’t a known for too long goddess, much younger then rest of the gods. A teenager like age compared to them. It was strange to have more powerful gods look to you for comfort but you love it. As you are the goddess of comfort.

But, as the other gods started to have many demigods you saw how miserable they could get. You hated the fact they didn’t care for their children so you decided to stay at the camp for half-bloods when the time came.

The campers cling to you. You bring a comfort they never quite felt before. It was like a warm hug, like the ones they wanted from their parents.

You couldn’t leave, and at the beginning you were glad to accept that fate.

Almost always you are found surrounded by demigods and they just relax in your comfort. You are the one they go to with every worry in their mind.

Being close to Aphrodite, her seeing you as a sister and a younger child. Stories of your love for one another are still told today, as she gave ideas to the mortals of how great your relationship was. But in reality there wasn’t much to tell.

So her children have a mentality that they are your favorite and because of their mother, they have some sort of claim to you above the others. But that never works because you love the children equally.

The demigods have less nightmares with you around and watching over them.

Ares children fight often for your affection. They will constantly get into fights with others to show they deserve more time with you. Which you always scold them but it never sticks. They kiss their weapons each time to you, like a sign of good luck. Aries children are one of the worsts ones because they get aggressive at times, even with you. But the golds make them stop by punishing them, mostly their father.

Hermes children are hard to explain really. They aren’t aggressive, but they are mischievous. They take their revenge of stealing things from the other campers, pulling pranks. Or trapping some of them up and go straight to you before they can get there. Luke for instance, is always looking around for you and talking about his day. He’s either laying down next to you, or making you watch him train.

Many games of all houses take place just for you.

AnnaBeth, is constantly by your side when she has free time. She scares off people with a glare behind your back, knowing that she could put plan them. She also trains and makes you watcher her and needs your praise. Maybe, somehow you are her older sister. But, sometimes she just chills by your side not saying anything, she’s like a lost duck at times.

Grover however is actually a lost duck. You comfort him when his past missions fail and he loses kids. You are so nice to him and makes him feel special and brave. When he has to leave he keeps a coin in his pocket with your face on it and prays a lot. He’s not possessive much. He’s willing to take what he can get and is just happy to be there. But maybe if someone comes in when he’s “crying” and having you fuss over him then he’ll be a bit mad but never does anything about it.

When a new camper arrives you devote your time to them because they need it a little more. They come into a world they know nothing of, waiting for the parent they hardly know to claim them. You claim them like your own until the time comes.

So when Percy comes you feel something off with him, like he is special and in need of a lot. He lost his mom, taken from the world he knew.

Percy becomes the most possessive out of all of them.

He feels out of place but you are always there to listen to him. It doesn’t help that you follow him to make sure he’s okay. At the beginning you’re both following each other around.

“It’s okay, Percy.” You brush his hair lightly like his mother used to do. “You’ll get claim, and you’ll have glory.” And he doesn’t care if you say that to everyone because you make him feel special. 

Also, you protect the new bloods. So you’ll show up when he gets bullied and just raise one brow and they all back off. Can’t risk making you mad at them.

When Percy gets claimed he’s all alone again, no friends and the campers looking at him funny. Being one of the top threes son isn’t fun or easy. He shares a cabin all to himself.

So he starts to be the worst of them all. Raising his voice when you try and leave him and he manipulates you to stay with him. Can’t you see how alone he is?

He can’t sleep unless he knows your watching over him.

You pick no sides of the war. Your family will figure it out themselves, while you take care of their children.

[briefinquiries]

Luke Alvez x Reader: What You Deserve

Description: Feeling undeserving of luke's attention and affection.

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: low self-esteem, negative self-talk, internalized fat phobia

A/N: I wrote this back when I was super insecure about my weight (i.e. this is how i felt about every guy i dated). but just saying i lowkey hate the insecure plus-sized reader trope and want to write better plus-size reader fics in the future, but this is all i have to repost for now!

You were ten when you sprained your ankle on the playground at school and wound up at the doctor’s office with your mom. The doctor was nice and distracted you from the pain in your ankle with some funny jokes. He even let you listen to your own heartbeat with his stethoscope. 

But at the end of the visit, once you had a splint on your ankle, he turned to your mom and mentioned the term overweight.  

“She’s on the high end of her age’s weight class,” he said matter-of-factly. And maybe it was just a simple matter of fact. You’d never thought much about your weight before that day. You were happy. You loved to play- especially outside. Your favorite game was capture the flag, but it didn’t matter. You were active and healthy. 

Your mom listened to his advice intently, because he was the professional after all. Who was she to question his word on your health? And when you get home you were immediately placed on what she calls a diet. 

“That means no more ice cream after dinner, and we’re going to cut back on the popcorn, too.”

And maybe the doctor was right, you started to think, as you took a long look at yourself in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door that very same night. You pinched the skin protruding from your stomach and watched as the fat around your thighs jiggled. Maybe you were too big, too fat. You thought of your friends at school and for the first time, (but certainly not the last), you found yourself wondering, why don’t I look like them?

“The diet will help,” your mom told you reassuringly.   

Except it doesn’t. Instead, you wound up gaining more weight, this time at a rapid pace, because you’ve found that when Mom says you can’t have ice cream after dinner, you wind up sneaking into the kitchen after she’s gone to bed and eating it anyway. But you don’t stop there. You eat some of the watermelon that’s left in the fridge, too, and some crackers from the cupboard. Just enough from each box so that she doesn’t notice, but enough altogether, that you go to bed with a full, aching stomach. 

This becomes a pretty standard part of your nightly routine until your mom caught you digging through the pantry one night, while she had come downstairs quietly for a glass of water.  

The look on her face was shock, followed quickly by disgust. You felt embarrassed and ashamed and humiliated. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this,” then, “it’s no wonder you’re gaining all that weight.”

…

You’ve always had a difficult time loving yourself, you’ve always looked in the mirror and not necessarily liked what looked back at you. Sure, there were days where you thought to yourself, I look pretty today. But in the back of your mind there was always that voice that would add, for a fat person. 

When you’re in your twenties, you finally break the habitual pattern of binge eating that you’d been doing since you were a kid. As you ticked off the number of days it had been since a binge, you sighed. You really would have thought that by stopping consistently overindulging, you’d lose the weight. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, your body has plateaued. No more dramatic gains or losses- it just is. The weight, for the most part, stayed on.  

By your thirties, you’d come to an understanding, a blind acceptance, with your body. You didn’t always like it, but you appreciated it. Neutrality, your therapist had encouraged. And that was good enough. 

Regardless, you had other things going for you besides your looks and your weight. You had a great job and infinite career goals to focus on. Not everything had to be about being beautiful and desirable, you learned.  

…

Your favorite thing about being part of the BAU were your coworkers. You never expected how close you’d get to them, but before you knew it, they felt more like your family than anything else. Something about constantly facing life-threatening situations with one another created an everlasting bond encased in mutual trust. 

You and the rest of the team had a rare evening off, which normally, you’d spend waiting skeptically by your phone, convinced that you’d get called in for a case any minute. But not tonight, Emily had promised. All cases were on hold until the morning. You were sitting at home, contemplating what to do with your precious time when the text came through.  

It was Tara messaging the group chat, asking if anyone was up for drinks and a night out. It didn’t take long before Luke’s name came flashing across your screen next. It was impossible to ignore the butterflies fluttering rampantly in your stomach as you read the words that he’s typed. 

I’m in, he said simply.  

Luke was the newest member to have joined the team. Just months prior, he transferred to the BAU from the Fugitive Task Force. As soon as Emily brought him into the conference room, you knew all bets were off. He was tall and handsome, with a clean cut, thick beard and dark skin. While he was given personalized introductions, you had noticed his bicep flexing as he extended his arm out to shake everyone’s hands. When he was introduced to you, his large hand engulfing yours and his dark eyes scanned the length of you, and you knew instantly that Luke Alvez was a catch.  

It was pointless and childish and arbitrary, and you knew it. But you couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard you tried- no matter how many times you told yourself he’d never be into a girl like you. A fat girl like you, the voice in your head said. You tried to challenge that voice- fought back and argued with it occasionally just like your therapist had encouraged, but it still found ways of insisting that you weren’t worthy of attention or affection from someone like Luke. 

So, before your insecurities could convince you to decline Tara’s invite that night, you typed back a quick, I’m in, too. 

…

It turned out most of the team decided to join your night out. And it was fun, or it would have been, if not for the critic in your head being abnormally loud.  

Look how skinny JJ looks in that top- you could never pull that off. 

Don’t eat the nachos, they’ll think you’re fat. 

Eat the nachos, because if you don’t, they’ll know that you know you’re fat. 

As always, it was exhausting and all consuming- a never ending battle in your own mind. And while you knew your team didn’t give a shit if you ate the damn nachos or not, you couldn’t stop obsessing over it.  

You tried your best to enjoy yourself- to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, but it took effort. 

Tara had picked the spot, it was a small pub that serves drinks and food. There was music, but not so loud that you couldn’t hear each other talk. You sipped your vodka lemonade, the straw pinched between your thumb and pointer finger, and watched as Emily and JJ were taking on Rossi and Matt in a game of pool.  

Across from you sat Tara and Spencer. They were having an in depth conversation about Jean Piaget, when suddenly, Luke slid into the empty booth seat beside you. Your senses were instantly overwhelmed momentarily by his cologne, strong but not overpowering. His arm brushed yours, the warmth from his skin sending an electrical current through your entire body. You tensed up, if not just from the shock of it all. But as soon as you let your guard down, the voice in your head crept back in. He can feel how fat your arm is- pull away. So you did. 

If he noticed, he didn’t comment. Instead he smiled, his white teeth on full display. “Having fun?” he asked. 

You took another sip of your lemonade and nodded. “Yeah, it’s nice to have a night away from..” your voice trailed off as you thought of the word. 

“Crime? Murder?” Luke smirked. “Serial killers?”

You chuckled, “How about all of the above?”

Luke nodded. “They say crime never sleeps, but we finally will tonight.” He set his drink down and scratched his beard in contemplation. “I’m thinking at least eight hours tonight.”

“Eight hours?” you gawked, “You’re living large!”

Luke laughed. There was a brief pause in the chatter, and you took another sip of your drink awkwardly. You were about to make a joke about the competitive pool game going on in front of you between Rossi and JJ, when Luke leaned over and said quietly, “You look really nice tonight.”

You faltered, you didn't know how to answer, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at Luke’s gaze, because you weren’t sure you could handle it. And while you knew that you should say thank you, you only curled into yourself as if what Luke said was just a snide, nasty remark. Compliments like that were so foreign to you and you felt like you didn’t deserve them, so you had a hard time believing that what Luke had to say was actually genuine. You knew he wasn’t the type of person to ever poke fun at another, but wasn’t that what made the most sense? He certainly wasn’t hitting on you- so maybe it was a pity remark, or just a way to fill the awkward silence. 

You ended up just offering him a curt smile, pretending that you didn’t see the way his face fell. 

…

You were happy most of the time. Not as carefree as some on the team, but still. You joked with Tara and Emily and had meaningful conversations with Spencer. You asked Dave about his weekends and listened with intent as Matt told you stories about his infinite amount of kids.  

But then there were days where you’re nowhere near that feeling. 

There were bad days. And when they came, they were always so sudden and unexpected, it almost took your breath away. 

You were away on a case with the team in Colorado Springs when you had your first really bad day in a long time.  

The case, for the most part, kept you busy, and for a while you were able to ward off the negative thoughts. Instead of fixating on how worthless you felt, you thought about the four victims that had gone missing in the area, you thought of the Unsub and ways your team could find them. You thought about ME reports and patterns in each abduction, it was enough of a puzzle that you were able to stay occupied.  

But when you were back at the hotel, the rest of your team in their own rooms, and left to your own thoughts, that’s when the quiet consumed you.  

As a child, you learned that the one thing-the only thing- that helped when you were feeling this overwhelming sense of anxiety and dread, was to binge. It helped you stuff the negative thoughts so deep down within yourself, that for at least a little while, you were numb to all the pain. 

You knew you shouldn’t- you hadn’t in so long. But just this one time would be okay, right? Only this once, just to feel a little better, and then you wouldn’t do it again. 

The battle inside your own head raged on. You took deep breaths, you tried to journal what you were feeling, but the feeling didn't subside. Only when there was a knock at your door, and you were forced to pull yourself back to reality, did the argument get placed on the backburner. You blinked back tears that you didn’t even realize were there before hastily making your way to the hotel door. 

“J-just a minute,” you tried to make your voice sound normal, like the debate going on inside your mind about what you were about to do would be obvious to whoever was at the door. You quickly wiped your cheeks and brushed your wrinkled shirt off before hoisting it open. 

“Hi,” you managed to smile as you opened the door. 

Luke was on the other side, to your surprise, holding two brown paper bags and a couple of bottled drinks. 

“Hey,” Luke answered, his eyes lingering on your face for a brief moment. You wondered if he could tell you’d been crying. 

“What’s up?” you drawled, as if to politely ask, why the hell are you knocking at my door at eleven pm?

“Everyone else was asleep and I was hungry-” he held up the bag of what was apparently food and shrugged. “Except, I bought way too much, I’ll never eat it all. Are you hungry?”

You gave him a confused look. “I-”

“It’s just burgers, some chicken and some fries, nothing fancy- but I didn’t want to eat alone and I saw your light on..”

You sighed, but then stepped to the side, a gesture for him to come in. Luke gave you a relieved look before entering your room. He headed to the bed, which was the only place to sit. 

“Do you mind?” he asked, motioning towards the mattress. 

You shook your head, “No, go for it.”

You closed the door behind him and joined Luke, barely noticing that the dread in your stomach from earlier had been replaced by a light, fluttering sensation. 

As Luke began unloading the greasy food from the bag, you hesitated. Was this a trick? Was he secretly trying to see how much food you could put away? Was he going to go back and tell the team how much you’d eaten?  

Luke picked up on your apprehension. 

“Is everything okay?”

You don’t answer quickly enough before he asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Goddamn these intuitive profilers. 

“Nothing,” you said.  But somehow, Luke heard the lie. 

“I know I’m the new guy,” he said, “and it’s probably gonna take some time before you trust me, I know that. But I want you to know you can talk to me.”

“Yeah.. it-it’s nothing,” you managed to say, because you couldn’t talk. Not about this and not yet. Maybe not ever. 

“Okay,” Luke nodded. “Sometimes, it’s tough being the new guy. I can see how close you guys all are and I just want to be a part of that eventually, you know?” His eyes bore into your own and you caught a glimpse of the sincerity behind his words, and that was when you started to feel guilty for ever thinking he was here to make fun of you. Luke was here for a friend, for comfort of his own.  

You sat on the bed next to Luke and took a fry from the basket. “You are part of it.” You assured him. “Everyone here adores you.”

Me included, is what you didn’t say. 

“You wouldn’t be included in our group chat if we didn’t.”

That made Luke smile, his dimple evident in his cheek.  

He stayed in your room for a while, the two of you laughing and talking throughout the night. You never realized how much you didn’t know about Luke.  Like that he had a dog, for example, or that he grew up in Arizona and moved around a lot once he joined the military. He kept you laughing, his jokes and sarcasm thrown intermittently through his speech.  

You shared the chicken and fries with him, not even feeling self conscious when you reached for more to put on your plate. You were too wrapped up in whatever story Luke was telling and the way his eyes lit up as he talked about the things that interested him, to be insecure. 

Luke took the last drink of his bottled water before sighing. “I suppose I should head back to my room, and try to get a little sleep.” He lifted his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. “I’m definitely not getting my eight hours tonight,” he laughed. 

You nodded in agreement, the two of you standing up in sync, and you walked Luke to the door. 

Luke stepped into the hallway before turning to face you. “Thanks for the company,” he said.

You smiled, “Thanks for the food.”

There was a brief, awkward silence, where neither one of you knew what to do next. But then, it happened quickly. One minute, you were studying the way Luke’s warm, brown eyes were trained on you, and then, before you could predict what would happen next, he stepped forward, one hand planting itself firmly on your hip and the other cupping your chin. He paused briefly, like he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t- and so the next thing you knew, Luke was pulling you closer to his body and his lips were pressing against your own, their warmth spreading the entirety of your body.  

Fat, fat, fat- your mind suddenly screamed. You suddenly became hyper-aware of his fingers digging into the soft, fleshy part of your hip, and wondered if he’d be repulsed by what he felt. But if he was, he didn’t make it obvious. 

There had to be a catch, you thought- some alternative motive for him to be kissing you like this. Guys like Luke didn’t go after girls like you. Fat girls like you, the voice said. 

He just wants sex.  

He’s not thinking straight. 

He’ll regret this tomorrow. 

You pulled away, breathlessly, your heart suddenly racing. Before Luke could suspect that something was wrong, you offered him your best smile. “I should get to bed,” you explained. 

Luke could sense the shift in your tone, you imagined that he wanted to ask what’s wrong, but you were already stepping away from him. Instead he nodded, trying to hide his confusion. “Okay, yeah. G-goodnight.”

“Night,” you whispered before shutting the door. 

…

Luke hoped he hadn’t fucked up.  

That was his first thought as soon as he saw the door close in his face. He bit his lips, they still tasted like you, and slowly backed away.  

His feet drummed against the cheap carpet floor of the hotel as he paced the few doors down to his own room.  

He really thought you’d liked him- thought you’d reciprocated the kiss even.  But judging by the look on your face when you closed the door, he thought that he might be terribly mistaken. 

He didn’t get his eight hours of sleep.  

In fact, he barely got any. Instead, he spent the night trying to figure out where the hell he could have gotten things so wrong.  

When Luke’s phone started buzzing loudly, he felt exhausted and not even close to ready for the inevitably long day ahead.  

Regardless, Luke got ready quickly. The one conclusion that he had come to after contemplating all night was that he wanted to find you and clear the air.  Despite his obvious feelings for you that were now right out in the open, he couldn’t risk your friendship, or making things awkward at work. Once he was showered and dressed, Luke departed the hotel in search of some coffee. 

He remembered that you liked it hot, with just cream and a hint of cinnamon.  This would be his peace offering, an apology for crossing the line, the promise that it wouldn’t happen again. 

…

You were answering a text from Emily on your phone, directing you to go to the ME office, when you heard a voice calling your name.  

Your head snapped up, and there, sure enough, like he was waiting for you in the lobby, Luke came jogging over. In his outstretched arm was a cup of coffee. 

“Hey.”

For a moment, you wondered if maybe Luke really was into you. A kiss one night and coffee the next morning? Surely that meant he wasn’t just looking for a hookup, right? 

You accepted his offering with a smile. “What’s this?” you asked dumbfoundedly.  Could you really be this lucky? Could he actually be interested in you? The butterflies in your stomach started flying rampantly as you quickly got your hopes up. 

“I wanted to apologize-” he said, his head falling, like he was ashamed. “For last night.”

Your heart sank. 

“I crossed the line, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Your friendship means a lot to me-”

And there it was. You were no stranger to the friendship line. Guys used it all the time as a way out.  After going on dates, after hookups- it was always the same response from them when they weren’t interested- I like you but I don’t want to risk our friendship. I really just want to be friends. I’m not ready for a relationship, can we just be friends?

To you that translated as, you’re not good enough for me.  

You were a fool for ever getting your hopes up- for ever thinking that someone like Luke could actually be interested in someone like you. 

You took the coffee and tried not to meet his eager gaze.  

“Don’t worry about it,” is all you could manage to croak out. 

Luke could sense the shift in your tone. “I really am sorry,” he said. 

But you shook your head, and feigned your best smile. You backed away from him, not wanting him to see the glistening tears evident in your eyes.  

Stupid, stupid, stupid, your mind was screaming at you. “It’s fine,” you said instead, your voice cracking slightly just as you turned to leave the hotel lobby. 

…

Luke knew he had fucked up.  

The peace offering that he had made was nothing short of a disaster, and now he’d have to come up with another way to make up for what he’d done. 

That much was obvious as he was left standing alone in the hotel lobby, gazing at the doors you’d just walked out of. 

... 

Three days later, on the jet ride home, Luke could barely get you to even look at him. Not that he had made much of an effort, but still. He wanted to give you space. Hadn’t he done enough damage already? 

He knew he’d have to think of a way to talk to you about what had happened.  Maybe if he just explained himself, you’d understand. 

But how was he supposed to talk to you when you wouldn’t even look at him?

He finally got his chance when the jet landed and the team was back at the BAU. He found you at your desk, hunched over a stack of paperwork. Rossi, JJ, Tara, and Spencer had already left for the night. Matt was gathering his belongings from his desk and heading out the door, meanwhile Emily was barricaded in her office with the door shut. If Luke was ever going to get a minute alone with you- it was now.  

He shuffled cautiously over towards your desk. You gave him no indication that you’d heard him at all, but nonetheless, he cleared his throat before getting too close. He didn’t want to startle you.  

You didn’t even look up from what you’re writing. 

“Hey,” he said. “Can I talk to you for a second?” 

“I can’t right now,” your tone is flat.“I have this whole stack I need to do before tomorrow.”

Luke felt frustrated and dismissed, but he bit his tongue. Instead of pushing, he grabbed half the stack of paperwork from atop your desk and took it back to his own desk. Before you could protest or argue, he sat down and flipped open the first file, ready to work. 

…

The entire floor was eerily quiet. Besides the occasional clicking of keys and scratching of a pen, you and Luke worked in complete silence. 

You felt bad. You really didn’t have to finish all of this paperwork by tomorrow.  That was just your excuse to avoid talking with Luke. But now, it was almost 1 AM and you were nearly finished with it all. 

You heard his pen click and you knew that was his indicator that he was done with his stack. Your heart clenched in your chest anxiously. You heard him approach your desk. There was a sudden thump when he threw the stack back where he found it. 

“There,” he announces. “Can we talk now?”

The man was persistent. 

You set your pen down lightly and sighed. Admitting defeat, you nodded. 

Luke pulled Spencer’s chair out from his desk, which was right next to yours.  He scooted it closer to you. 

Your gaze remained hyper focused on your hands, which were cupped and laid neatly in your lap. Luke ducked his head down, trying to catch your eyes. Begrudgingly, you looked up and made eye contact with him. 

“Listen,” his voice was soft, “I am really sorry for kissing you the other night.”

You groaned frustratedly. “Will you stop apologizing?” you finally said. “I get it, you didn’t want to kiss me. It’s fine- But I don’t need this- this pity.”   

Luke instantly looked taken aback by your frustration, but it was the most you’ve said to him in the last three days, so he took it all in. As your words played back in his mind, he frowned. “I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.”

“Well- whatever you did or didn’t say, I get it, okay? I get that it was a mistake and it didn’t mean anything. It’s fine.”

But Luke continued shaking his head. “I never said any of that-” he protested.  

You remained quiet, but he continued. “I never said any of that. Is that how you feel about it?” he asked, hands clasped tightly together. 

You shrugged. Your cheeks felt hot- you were insecure with Luke’s eyes trained so intently on you. You wished you could just forget this whole thing happened, wished you could just disappear. But Luke kept pushing.  

“Is that how you feel?” he repeated. There was a brief pause. “Because that’s not how I feel,” he said. “I don’t regret kissing you. I like you and I wanted to do it. And I thought you wanted to, too. If I had known you didn’t- I never would have done it. I regret making you uncomfortable, and I regret making things awkward between us, but I don’t regret the kiss.”

Luke’s words swam around in your head, but they were a jumbled mess. You tried to piece them together slowly, in order to process what he was saying. Did he just say he liked you?

There was a part of you that felt like this whole thing had just been a cruel joke.  But yet, here he was- sitting in front of you with the most sincere eyes you’d ever seen, and suddenly, you started to wonder if maybe this was real. Maybe, for God-only-knows what reason, Luke actually had feelings for you- was actually attracted to you. 

“You like me?” you asked, your voice low. 

Luke laughed- like actually laughed- and when you looked up at him, his eyes were squinting as his lips were curled into a wide grin. “Uh, yeah- I thought I’d made that blatantly clear.”

But you shook your head. “I- I didn’t know..”

“I kissed you-” he said, like it’s obvious. 

“I know, but I figured you just wanted to hookup- I didn’t think you actually liked me-”

“But I brought you dinner- and coffee. Did you think I just do that for everyone?”

You remained guarded, because you still couldn’t entirely trust this. “Yeah,” you said. “Kind of, I guess.”

“Okay,” Luke nodded. “Let me spell it out for you then. I like you.” He said each word carefully and slowly. “And I liked kissing you. And I’d really like to date you. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. But I’d still like to be friends, and I’d really like for things not to be awkward at work.”

You stared in awe, not able to believe any of this was really happening. You wanted to ask why. Why did this handsome, kind, honest man like you? What made you even remotely good enough for him? 

But you didn’t ask. Because did it matter right now?

“Your turn,” Luke urged. “Since I seem to have such a hard time reading you, can you spell it out for me too?”

You hesitated. You’d never flat out told someone how you felt about them. You were insecure and terrified of rejection. And even though Luke had flat out told you rejection wasn’t a possibility, you were still embarrassed to tell him how you felt. You didn’t like how vulnerable that made you- how open to the hurt that made you. 

But Luke’s smile was so reassuring and kind, you tried not to think too much before telling him quietly, “I like you too. I have for a while, actually.”

He chuckled, which you think might just be your new favorite sound. “So why’d you pull away the other night?” he asked longingly.  “Why have you been so distant?”

“Because- I didn’t think someone like you would ever be into someone like me.”

The moment the words left your lips, you regretted it. And when Luke’s face contorted into a look of confusion, and then hurt, you regretted it even more. 

“What do you mean?” he asked.

You fumble with your words, because you weren’t sure how to explain. “I just thought someone like you would be more apt to go after someone that looked more like Tara or JJ or Emily is all.”

“What’s the common denominator there? Because Tara, JJ, and Emily look nothing alike-”

“You know what I mean,” you protested. “I thought someone like you would be more apt to go for someone-” you paused before saying the word, “someone skinnier than- well... me.” 

Luke’s face fell, but you laughed it off nervously. “Just makes me wonder why, is all,” you said. 

“I like you-” he assured you. “I like you because you’re smart and you’re thoughtful.”

Luke’s managed to scoot his chair increasingly closer to you without you noticing. When you looked down, you realized that your knees were practically touching. The first thing that ran through your mind is, oh my God, your thighs are bigger than his. But you shook the thought away. You weren’t going to let that voice ruin this- not again. 

“You’re intuitive- the best profiler.”

The way Luke was looking at you made everything else melt away. All you saw was him and those unimaginably warm eyes. 

“You’re kind and generous and you make me laugh,” he paused. “You’re beautiful.”

You remembered how soft his lips felt against yours when you kissed days ago, and all you wanted was to taste him again. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long for your wish to come true. Luke leaned in, closing the gap between you two. Just when he was only inches from your face, he grinned. “I could keep going, you know?”

You ignored him and his cheeky grin and instead you leaned forward, and without thinking, cupped his face between your hands and pulled him closer.  

His lips were exactly as you remembered, soft and smooth and all-encompassing. Luke’s hand landed just above your knee and when you started to wonder whether or not your leg felt fat underneath his touch, you were able to silence it. Who the hell cares? Certainly not Luke, that much you were learning quickly. In fact, you wondered if maybe he even liked it. The thought passed quickly, and you were able to focus on the man in front of you instead- the one who was quickly claiming you as his own. The one you deserved. 

[star2fishmeg]

i will talk with you about mason!!!☝️☝️☝️

mason with a size kink on the low where he doesn’t outwardly tell you, and he’s so subtle with it it just drives you insaneeeee

constantly pressing you against the counter from the back while you try to cook for him after his practice, but he’s so worked up after seeing you in one of his shirts and nothing else. bonus points if it’s part of the bruins merch and it’s got his name on the back. extra bonus points if you’re wearing the no bra + black lace panties (dare i say… thong) combo. and let’s not forget his big hands just pressing onto your stomach, covering almost all of it.

at this point make me ☝️anon because me and this finger will alway deliver about our pookies luke and mason😔🤚

You're officially ☝️ nonnie and I appreciate your delivery HUGELY, I read this and bit my lip and giggled. Had to reread again and again, so many butterflies. I love me a tall man with a size kink SO MUCH. Just could not help myself but add to it, I so badly want to write for him and I will dig for content if I have to😭

You're his favourite sight to come home to, especially after an evening practice. There's nothing better than seeing his pretty girlfriend wearing a t-shirt with his name and number on the back, cooking dinner, flaunting her bare legs to him and every time his lips quirk into a smirk.

You feel his arms wind around your waist, suddenly pushed against the kitchen counter by his hips while he leans down to place a gentle kiss to you cheek, using the affection to cover his wandering hands as they glide under your t-shirt and to your hips, his cock twitching as his fingertips graze over the thin lace of your thong's waistband.

"Smells good, babe," he mutters, lowering his voice against your ear and toying with your waistband, pulling it back and releasing to hear the snap against your skin, "what's the occassion?"

You practictally feel him grinning when he speaks, it goes hand in hand with his cock hardening against your lower back. You giggle, turning your head to face his over your shoulder, heat flushing to your stomach when his big hands glide and grope at the globes of your ass before sliding up to your tits, engulfing and squeezing them, leaving your skin all tingly in their wake.

"Laundry day, don't get too excited, firecracker." You tease with half-lidded eyes, pushing your ass back into his dick. Although much taller than yourself, he still takes the hassle of dipping down just to bury his face in your neck when you deny him satisfaction. What you don't know - or so he thinks - is that your height difference alone satisfies him on levels beyond belief, it makes him horny just thinking about it sometimes.

"When can I get excited then? You can't deprave a man of good pussy or he'll lose his mind, you know." He complains, voice muffled by your skin.

He splays one hand over your stomach, his other still holding your breast for comfort. He could die happy like this, his whole hand over your entire stomach, thinking about how he can feel himself when he's balls deep inside you, how he can watch your sopping pussy swallow him with how he's trained it to, how he feels dizzy when his dick bulges out your stomach and how you wail and moan out how full he makes you feel. He thinks about it at practice when he's shooting pucks, in the locker room when stripping his gear off and when he puts his chain back on (the one you gave him, that has M and your initial on it, the one that matches yours), on roadies when he misses you at night, in the shower when he's not holding you.

"When you get rougher on the ice, then maybe I'll let you get rougher with me," your tone is laced with a seductive and persuasive honey that he falls for every time but he can't help but devour it, "but a goal or two may do it too."

And suddenly he's got a new reason to go to practice, a new reason to take that ice by storm. Not just to prove to the world that he's Mason Lohrei and that he does deserve to be on the official roster, that he does deserve to be a Bruin and that he will not be cut ever again. But because he's got someone to make proud and he knows that, it was never really about the sex, she wanted to remind him of finding purpose to light that fire.

[willysnylander]

I COME WORH A WORD AND A PAIRING!!!!! to be simple it is just ‘sweet’ + nicojack :]

thank you so much for this, olive!! hope you like it! <3

“I got you something.”

Jack’s eyes are bleary as they lift to Nico’s face - the pain meds he’s been on since the surgery make him tired, so he’s been napping a lot lately - and the smile that takes over his face is tired, but Nico still thinks he looks beautiful.

“Yeah?” Noticing the way Nico holds one hand behind his back, Jack immediately attempts to peak around his boyfriend’s waist. “What is it?”

Nico quickly twists, keeping his little present hidden from view, and laughs a little when Jack pouts.

“Close your eyes, schatz,” he instructs. “It’ll be a little surprise for you.”

“I don’t like surprises,” Jack mumbles, voice closer to a whine than it probably would be if the pain meds weren’t still affecting him. In addition to the tiredness, they’ve also been making him a little more emotional than usual, which he’s complained to Nico several times by this point that he hates; Jack is the kind of person who prefers to have a grasp on what he’s feeling and how much of it he outwardly shows, and it hurts Nico almost as much as it hurts Jack himself to see that, on top of the still-not-completely gone pain in his shoulder and the tired sluggishness that the meds have made settle over his brain, some of his control has been taken away from him.

But, well, that’s what Nico’s little present is for, isn’t it? A little thing to cheer him up, to clear away the air of tired sad in pain that has been drifting around him since he got hurt again, even if only for a few moments.

“Close your eyes,” Nico repeats, “and hold out your hands. Don’t open them until I tell you.”

Jack heaves a sigh that he would likely insist is not dramatic at all, thank you very much, if Nico were to tease him about it, but he obeys. Despite his annoyed act, Nico sees an anticipatory smile fighting to make its way onto his face, and the sight makes his own smile stretch a bit wider.

He makes sure the gift is set securely in Jack’s palms, not wanting his boy to drop it and risk making him even sadder, then says, “You can open your eyes now.” When Jack does, and Nico watches his eyes light up and hears the tiny delighted gasp that escapes him, it’s all he can do not to grin so wide it splits his face.

In Jack’s hands, partially wrapped in a white napkin so it doesn’t make a mess of his palms and fingers, sits an impressively-sized cinnamon roll, big enough to give their team nutritionist a heart attack if the poor guy was ever to see it, golden-brown and slathered with cream cheese frosting that hasn’t even hardened yet. It’s still warm through the napkin; a worker at the bakery down the street from Jack and Luke’s apartment where Nico bought it, the one Jack loves and has regularly mourned not being able to visit every day because of their diet plan, had just been putting a fresh batch into the display case when Nico had walked in earlier, an amazing little stroke of luck.

“Neeks!” Jack practically squeals, looking up at his boyfriend with a huge grin. He certainly doesn’t look as tired as he did only a moment ago - his eyes are alert and shining with happiness. “Is this from the bakery down the street? You did not have to get me this, oh my God.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” says Nico. “But I wanted to.” He moves from where he’s been standing above Jack to sit on the couch beside him, leaning over to press a kiss to Jack’s cheek as soon as he’s seated. “You deserve a little something sweet.”

What he really means is, You deserve something that’s going to make you happy, even if it’s just something as small as this. You’re going through a lot right now, and I hate that I can’t fix everything that’s wrong, but I can do this for you. You deserve everything sweet and good in this world, and I would get it for you if I could, but since I can’t, I’ll give you this instead.

He means all of that, but he doesn’t have the courage to say it, so he just leaves it at that. Somehow, he gets the feeling that Jack understands, anyway.

His boy turns to look at him, smiling in that way that makes his eyes and nose scrunch up, that way that makes sunlight explode in Nico’s chest whenever he sees it. Still holding the cinnamon roll in his hands like a precious treasure, he pecks Nico on the lips and says, “Don’t even need this. Already got my something sweet right in front of me.”

Nico laughs, even as Jack’s words make the sunlight in his chest shine that much brighter. “You’re so cheesy.”

“You know you love it.”

“Of course I do,” he agrees without a hint of hesitation. After taking a second to feel good about the slight blush that blossoms across Jack’s cheeks when he says that, he reaches over and taps one finger against the inside of Jack’s wrist. “You should start eating that, they’re never as good once the frosting hardens.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice. He brings the cinnamon roll to his mouth, carefully rearranging the napkin so that he can hold it to eat it without getting his fingers sticky, and takes a big bite. His eyes close as he chews, and Nico has to fight a smile at the loud, satisfied moan he lets out, even tilting his head back slightly and letting the longer bits of his hair fall around his shoulders.

Jack takes two more bites, getting half of the pastry gone, before he turns back to Nico, smiling wider than Nico thinks he has since he hurt his shoulder. The frosting is smeared around his mouth a bit, little flecks of it caught in the fuzz on his upper lip. His eyes, Nico’s favorite shade of blue, are brighter and more alert than they have been in a little bit, crinkling at the edges from his joy at the simple pleasure of a sweet treat after the stress and pain the last few weeks have held for him.

It’s a relatively simple sight, a bit of a messy one even, but to Nico, right now, seeing the man he loves smiling and happy is damn close to art.

“Thank you, Neeks, really,” says Jack, never losing that beautiful smile. “This was really thoughtful, and I definitely appreciate it. You’re always really good to me, I probably don’t thank you for that enough, so thank you.”

And rather then telling Jack that he doesn’t need to thank him, that would do anything if it meant making Jack happy, that he loves Jack more than he will ever be able to properly express in words, Nico answers his boy with a kiss. It tastes of sugar, cinnamon, sunshine, and love.

send me a pairing + a random word and i’ll write you a little something!!

[projectdreamwalker]

Obi-Wan Kenobi Fanfiction Recs

So a year ago today I was bored out of my MIND and saw the “Kenobi” seires title on Disney+ and thought “alright, bet.” And I watched it. I had been out of the Star Wars fandom for probably 6 years and just forgot all the lore, so the Kenobi seires really opened my eyes to how beautiful Star Wars really is. I re-watched all of the movies and proudly bawled my eyes out to all of them. Phantom Menace has a special place in my heart, I must admit.

Just a tribute to all the fic authors that I owe my life to, and to the man who owns my eintire heart, Obi-Wan

❗️Read at your own will! No minors allowed! None of these works are mine!❗️

•House of Memory’s by @meshlasolus I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I opened the first chapter of this book, really. I love how beautiful the love blooms between Obi-Wan and Little One (reader). It is one of gentle loving, loss, and bittersweet ending. It also has a twin series, Come What May that takes place after HOM. It is so uplifting and heart throbbing at the same time. GO READ THEM BOTH!!! Then comes the (almost) one-shot style Obi-Wan and Little One entries. These were a lot more sweet and relieving compared to the other two for what I can remember. Just excellent! This is the series that kick-started my love for him and I often think about this book. Once more, @meshlasolus is an excellent author and cosplayer that is highly underrated, go show em’ some love!!

• The Bond Between Us by @just-dreaming-marvel is the sweet, pulchritudinous, and melancholy book about love, hidden feelings, and the true tragedy of what could be. I love how we are dunked into true immersion through the reader, you get to see, feel and truly experience the Jedi way with this book. This one is super good!

• Where It Wasn’t by @221bshrlocked was just so, SO poetic and I read through it way too quick. I love how the affection and pinning is shown throughout, as well as the overall story. We also give our battle-torn hero the break he deserves. This can be read during the time around the Kenobi series. 12/10 excellent!

• Ascending Star by @orangevtae is sweet and relieving, with a little angst shoved into the thick batter of this fic. Super cute interactions with little Luke warning❗️

• Tomorrow by @scribble-dribble-writes is just so, so cute and mundane that it feels like a warm blanket being put over my heart. Scribble has a lot of cute fics like this one, or angst if you are more into that. Just so lovely and sweet! Love husband!Obi-Wan with my fullest heart. • Water and Rock by @split-spectrum is just so, so fulfilling. I mean, you truly see the real side of the Jedi morals through great writing and excellent characterization. AND, in this one I feel like Obi-Wan actually sticks with his morals and doesn’t try to take advantage of the reader like some other ones I’ve read. Super good with anticipation around every corner.

Anyways, I hope you are doing well! I know this is a weird day for me to just be Obi-Wan posting, but at least I always remember the exact day I feel for him, right?

[valewritessss]

Hot take I don’t think ANY demigod would make it out of Tartarus if they fell in the same way Percy and Annabeth did but alone. Yes, even Percy.

If I remember correctly he almost let himself sink in the river they fell into, and if Annabeth hadn’t been there to give him hope he would be a goner. He’s also had other moments where he feels like he is deserving of death, and I feel like Tartarus would enhance that. Tartarus is meant to drive people to insanity, so if I had to guess a way Percy would be affected is by making him feel like he doesn’t deserve to live.

Yes, he is an extremely powerful demigod but to get out of Tartarus you need more than power. You need a strong will to live, the mental strength for the emotional scars Tartarus is about to give you, and quite frankly I don’t think Percy has a lot of will to live.

Yes he is determined to have his happy ending but it didn’t take long for Tartarus to make him forget about that the second he fell into the river. If he were to go in another way, maybe, but specifically by falling in the same way Percy and Annabeth did together, no.

He’s also a son of Poseidon, a powerful one, so like, huge target on his back. Many enemies he makes there would be probably just because of that. And there might be friendly titan out there like Bob, but Bob doesn’t have his memories to he doesn’t remember Percy’s dad being part of the reason they’re exiled to Tartarus. All of the other ones though, yikes.

Would Nico be able to make it out solo? I don’t think so . He made it once but he was captured the entire time, and he didn’t fall in the way Percy and Annabeth did so there’s more to consider.

Most demigods would die on impact from the fall, and I think that’s Nico included. Percy and Annabeth only survived that because Percy could control water and they could make it to the river, but Nico and other demigods can’t do that.

What he does have on his side, however, is that he’s more in his father’s element than other demigods. He also made friends with Bob which is a huge advantage. But that doesn’t really matter since he would’ve died on the fall anyways.

Jason, I feel like, would make the fall because he can fly, so he won’t die on impact. But his huge disadvantage is that he’s a son of Jupiter, which is like the Titans in Tartarus’ number one enemy. They would probably smell his scent because he’s a powerful demigod AND a son of Jupiter, and I’m not sure if Jason can take that many attacks against him. Anyway, he’s dead so argument is pointless but idk I just wanted to consider it.

Would Thalia make it? Probably not. Her powers are more lightning based, instead of wind. So I don’t think she would survive the fall. And she has a big fear of heights, which I don’t know if that would change much but with that and the fear of Tartarus itself, who knows, she might have a heart attack before she makes it down. I’m joking, mostly.

Thalia is also a hunter of Artemis, which I think is both an advantage and a disadvantage at once. For one, she’s faster and stronger than normal demigods, so yay. But also, I wonder if being a hunter gives her some sort of aura, which could possibly attract more monsters. She’s a daughter of Zeus, so she already has enough enemies down there. But that’s all assuming she makes the fall down.

Would Luke make it, if he were alive that is? Umm, that’s actually a tricky one because he was on the Titans side, so they might would probably love him and help him out. However, again, the fall down would probably kill him. If he managed to fall into the river though I think he’s got a pretty strong will to live so he’s got a good shot.

A thing about Luke though is that nothing for him would really be too far, as in there’s probably nothing he wouldn’t be willing to do to survive.

Those are all the demigods I can think of that I’ve heard people say could survive. There’s probably more, but I really don’t think they would make it. Most would die from impact, so immediately no. And if they were to survive the fall everything else would just be too much. Tartarus is meant to drive you insane and be nearly impossible to get out of. So it’s okay to admit that’s what it would do to everyone, including our favorite characters. Also, assuming they make it to the doors(because they’re taking Percy and Annabeth’s route), if they don’t make any sort of alliance, who would hold the button for them? They’re stuck there forever or until death.

[reasoncourt]

if anyone is wondering why i care about taylor swift discourse it’s genuinely just because i think people lose their point in their hate for her. and they lose perspective.

like she’s actually not the most evil woman in the world. she gives her workers insurance (bare minimum) and good bonuses (she’s mega rich so also bare minimum) and she buys carbon credits (bare minimum but also opens an interesting convo - i.e. how much should we value carbon credits?). she doesn’t use her voice enough imo but she also doesn’t speak out of turn (i.e. she doesn’t pretend to be well-versed and authoritative on topics she has no knowledge in (arguably she should educate herself on certain topics but tbh i’m inclined to view it as a positive that she doesn’t introduce global political issues beyond “trump bad” to her crazy af fan base… like she could do more but i also don’t have much faith in her politics cause she’s so so so out of touch so i prefer the silence)).

an important note here is that i do think she’s absolutely fucked for not condemning the genocide of palestinian people (especially when she’s supposedly close friends with the hadids who are outspoken on the issue and would greatly benefit from her public support (obv she shouldn’t just speak out bc it affects her personal friends but the fact that she isn’t speaking out when she has personal friends is honestly bizarre to me)).

but she's not unique for any of this. she does more than most of her peers and also way less than she should. that's all i see.

and yet ultimately it’s like - people side with kanye when he put a naked wax figure of her in his music video without her consent when she was 25. that situation was obviously misogynistic but people hate her so they largely glossed over it and decided she deserved it for "lying"about a phone call she didn't lie about. people also seem to think it’s funny that football bros are making ai porn of her (arguing she “deserves” it) despite that line of thinking obviously being detrimental to all women and especially those who are so much more vulnerable than her. people got angry at her for donating $250,000 to help with kesha’s legal fees in her case against ‘Dr. Luke’ because they considered it a publicity stunt even though taylor swift wasn’t the one to make that donation public. people called her performative for taking a man to court for sexually assaulting her and only asking for $1. and obviously they would’ve criticised her for asking for more.

the thing that really aggravates me is that there is so so so so so much to criticise her for. but it’s so so so so so obvious that a lot of people just hate her and don’t actually have any legit problem with the things they say they have a problem with. their favs could do the exact same thing and they won’t find any issue with it. cause they just really hate taylor swift and won’t step back a bit in order to just critically think about what their principles are and how those principles apply to this situation with taylor swift and whether they’re actually consistent with those principles and will apply them to someone other than taylor swift.

there are such valid points and important discussions i see being completely missed because the complaint is about Taylor swift and people seem to be incapable of thinking beyond the fact that they just, first and foremost, hate her

and let it be said that this is not a taylor swift defence post. i could not give a single shit about her specifically. i do find her music fun and nostalgic but i also think it deserves more criticism than it gets (but that’s not what this post is about). it’s just that she’s one of the most talked about people in pop culture and i feel like legitimate and productive discourse is rlly hindered by people’s disproportionate focus on her

[dailydragon08]

Dating Luke Skywalker After a Toxic Relationship Headcanons

Trigger warning for mentions of past relationship abuse/a toxic relationship.

Luke has always been incredibly sweet with you, even before he knew about your past relationship. But when you mentioned something your ex did in passing, thinking it wouldn’t sound like a big deal, he’s horrified that anyone would even contemplate doing that to you and becomes even sweeter (if that’s even possible).

He never yells or makes assumptions and always approaches any disagreement or misunderstanding with an incredible amount of patience and gentleness. He always listens attentively to your side of things while calmly and confidently explaining his own.

That being said, he’s very open-minded and if something you say sways his opinion, he doesn’t hesitate to let you know. He makes sure to tell you he appreciates the new view you’ve given him and if he was the one in the wrong, he apologizes quickly and sincerely.

His apologies not only consist of words, but also actions. He makes sure to remedy his future actions and does his best to make it up to you by showering you in affection—whether that’s a trip somewhere, little gifts, or just some extra physical touch. He makes it clear he never expects anything in return and is just trying to show his love and appreciation for you.

Inevitably, you will get triggered sometimes and Luke’s aware of this. He’s always there to provide a comforting hug, hand hold, or kiss (or all three) and remind you that you’re safe.

If he’s the one that accidentally triggers you, he feels terrible and apologizes profusely. Afterwards, he’ll give you whatever you need with no question or hesitation: space, extra love, reassuring words, etc., and will take great care to make sure he never does it again.

Although this usually doesn’t happen because he’s extremely attentive. He mentally notes every wince, flinch, and gasp to the point that he sometimes even knows what will trigger you before you do. He’ll do everything in his power to help you avoid those situations.

He always keeps a stash of hot chocolate on hand just in case you need a little pick-me-up. You’d always assumed anyone could make hot chocolate and it would all taste the same, but there’s something about the way he makes it (he refuses to tell you his secret) that just tastes so much better. You’re never allowed to do it for yourself either, unless you sneak it, because he loves taking care of you.

He’s always there to listen when you need to vent. The fact that you even had such a horrible experience in the first place breaks his heart, but he’s committed to helping you make new good memories and letting you know there’s always hope for a better future.

Along that same vein, he’s just so excited to do life with you and show you all the great things the galaxy has to offer. He takes you on trips as frequently as he can and shows you all his favorite places with the biggest smile on his face.

If there are experiences you want to have, he’s ready to do them with you at a moment’s notice. Your ex never wanted to do any of your bucket list items, so Luke makes sure to rectify that. As soon as he finds out how robbed you were in your last relationship, he sits the two of you down to make a list of all the things you want to do and is genuinely excited to try them with you. From simple things like kissing in the rain to more risky adventures, he’s always on board with whatever makes you happy.

If your ex had a habit of not celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, or holidays with you, Luke makes sure to go all out since, in his words, it’s nothing less than what you deserve. He showers you in affection and gifts and will gladly help you decorate.

He constantly reminds you how much he loves and appreciates you with not only his words, but actions. He’s always bringing you back little gifts from his solo missions and leaves little notes around telling you you’re beautiful, things he loves about you, and to have a good day.

He isn’t the best cook, but he tries for you and there have been numerous times you’ve come home after a hard day to find one of your favorites, completely homemade (the fact that he had to call Leia on the commlink for instructions multiple times is irrelevant).

Always makes sure you know how happy you make him and he’s always very smiley around you. He’s a very committed person and doesn’t wait to let you know he wants to be with you forever—whether marriage is your thing or not.

His inner Anakin definitely comes out whenever your ex is in close proximity. Most of the time, he’ll make sure your ex never goes near you. But if you have to be in the same room, Luke is glued to your side and always makes sure to stand between you and your ex. If your ex tries to make any sort of snide comment or God forbid touch you, he sends a withering glare their way and grabs their wrist before they can make contact, turning his body so they can see the lightsaber at his hip and pushing you behind him.

Physically, Luke is so gentle with you that it almost makes you tear up. His touches are feather-light and his kisses are passionate, but still gentle. In the bedroom, he reminds you that you’re entitled to your boundaries and can stop activities at any time for any reason.

Constantly tells you he loves you, how happy you make him, and that he’s so glad the Force brought you two together.

[ecargmura]

Bucchigiri?! Episode 4 Review - An Unwanted Gang War

From what I’m seeing so far, Arajin is Hiroko Utsumi’s weakest MC by far. There’s just nothing great about him. He’s a simp for a girl who isn’t into him at all and he doesn’t even know he’s being played a fiddle. He’s mean to Matakara for undisclosed reasons; he’s also mean to his mom. He’s whiny and doesn’t want to involve in fights and when he does, toilet humor happens. Like, he’s only interesting because Senya is hilarious as heck. It’s been four episodes and there hasn’t been ANY redeeming qualities about him.

Annoyances aside, this episode is a build up of a war between Minato Kai and Siguma due to the recent mysterious attacks last episode. Both sides are nervous for what’s to come. The thought of a third party being involved does NOT come across their mind. Zabu, the teal-haired guy, is the only one who knows the truth, but only reveals it to Matakara towards the end. I do wonder how brutal these gang fights are that the lackeys are terrified of them.

I think the real star of this episode is Matakara who has been pining for Arajin. Good boy deserves BETTER than him. He’s the one who believes that Minato Kai didn’t do anything wrong and he’s been doing whatever he can to try and stop the war from happening, but his attempts are futile. In acts of desperation, he goes to Arajin who tries to convince him to get everyone to stop but Arajin acts all cranky and kicks him out of his house. Matakara, he’s not worth it. He then goes to Mahoro to have her get Marito to stop the war. Because Marito has been infatuated with Arajin lately, he has been ignoring her; to that, Matakara then asks for her to get Arajin to ask Marito. While Mahoro was a bit rude and was going to scream at him again, he stops her this time. She then complies with his request after learning he also has an older brother. The fact that MAHORO of all people can be reasoned with and not Arajin kind of shows what sort of character he has; Mahoro would make a better MC than Arajin (just saying).

Akutaro makes his true debut in this episode. He’s prim, proper but also kind of sadistic as he fights with a whip. True to Utsumi fashion, he’s a very pretty character. He’s from another school as he was banished from Minato Kai. I do wonder how an outside force will affect the gang wars. Also, he’s the only character to have withstood Senya’s punch. It turns out that the reason Akutaro had been mumbling to himself in the previous episode is because he is possessed by the blue djinn, Ichiya! I saw that coming, but I was surprised nonetheless! I’m convinced that Utsumi is a fan of Tales of the Abyss in a way. Guy Cecil and Jade Curtiss’s voice actors voiced Joe and Adam in SK8 and Luke fon Fabre’s voice actor is Akutaro’s. Not only that, she casted Chihiro Suzuki a second time as his first Utsumi role had been Kisumi from Free!

Matakara’s brother Mitsukuni intrigues me. Not only is he a stunner, but I also sense something rather ominous in that soft aura he radiates. He used to be Minato Kai’s previous leader but was sent to juvie. The fact that he’s returning soon can change something within the story. Why was he sent to juvie? Is he a good person? I’m quite curious on what’s going to happen when he makes his official debut. I’m on my toes with this character because I don’t feel positive vibes from him at all.

Will Arajin ever get better as a protagonist? Who knows? As far as I know, the other characters are far more interesting. I’m seriously only here for the characters that aren’t Arajin as they stand out more than him.  What are your thoughts on this episode?

[newpathwrites]

Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Chapter 3 - Closer

You - you were so good with him. The image of you and the kid together would forever be imprinted in his memory. The realization had hit him all at once - he had a family . And that family would never be together, not really. And that was what was causing him the most pain.

Summary: Din brings you to visit his son and explores some new territory.

Note: Since I planned this story before TBOBF came out, this diverges from canon after season 2, so Grogu will remain with Luke.

Things are getting a little more physical now, but there is nothing explicitly sexual in this story. This is more about exploring sensual attraction and enjoying certain forms of physical intimacy for its own sake without blatant romantic or sexual undertones. I think this is the sort of thing that someone like Din has never had the opportunity to experience, but he has a safe space with cyar’ika to test it out.

Warnings: Sadness/grief.

Read on AO3

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“Din, seriously… why won’t you tell me where we’re headed?  This is my ship, by the way.”

  “I thought it was our ship,” he quipped.  “Just relax.  It’s a surprise.”

  You resigned yourself to sit back in the copilot chair and wait as a lush, green planet came into view.  Realization hit you. 

  “Oh my goodness!  Din, are we where I think we are?  Are you sure?  He won’t mind?” you questioned nervously.

  He turned to face you, helmet glinting in the planet’s bright sunlight as it flooded the cockpit.  “Cyar’ika, would you like to meet Grogu?  He’s been looking forward to it, asked me last time when I’d bring you along… well, he asked Luke with his mind… you know what I mean.”

  “Yes, of course!  Are you really sure it’s all right?  I’m a stranger to him.”  Din rarely got to see his foundling, a source of some sadness, you knew, and the last thing you wanted was to create any sort of rift between them.

  “Yes,” he reassured you gently.  “I’ve told him all about you, for several years now.  He wants to meet ‘the one who doesn’t mind living with my buir’ - that’s a direct quote from Luke, by the way.”  You chuckled, the kid’s sense of humor just like his father’s.  “Besides,” he continued, “As my riduur, you’re officially part of our clan now, and he deserves to know its third member.”

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  Din was a bit rough around the edges, but you knew better than anyone the soft, sweet man that laid beneath.  Din with his foundling, though… that was an entirely new level of softness that even you could not have imagined.

  The love and affection between them was clear, unconditional, and you were so grateful to have the opportunity to see this, to see them together, to see Din so at peace.  You now understood the profound sadness he brought home with him after each visit.

  The child had taken to you rather quickly, force jumping into your arms after just a few minutes of incoherent babbling in response to your attempts at conversation, pointing at different things around the compound.  Suddenly, he looked very serious as he pointed to Din who’d been catching up with Luke some distance away and babbled quietly to you.  You had no idea what he was actually saying, but you sensed his intentions and reassured him quietly that you would take good care of his father.  He nodded in understanding, nuzzling our cheek with his own.  The boy was so sweet, and you understood now why an unlikely band of warriors and mercenaries had come together to protect him. 

  Saying goodbye the next morning was bittersweet, Din even more somber than usual.  You decided to give him some space to decompress, knowing he preferred not to talk about his feelings out loud, and resolved to make good on your promise to Grogu if he needed your support later.

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  Din spent the remainder of the day in the cockpit, taking over the controls manually to get his mind off things.  Leaving the kid was always so hard.  One day, Din would be dead, and the kid would still have hundreds of years left to live.  He just hoped he wouldn’t forget.

  You - you were so good with him.  The image of you and the kid together would forever be imprinted in his memory.  The realization had hit him all at once - he had a family .  And that family would never be together, not really.  And that was what was causing him the most pain.

  A soft pressure landed on his shoulder as you spoke softly by his ear so as not to startle him, “Hey, you must be exhausted.  Come to bed and get some rest.”  He nodded in assent, and you gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading to the bunk yourself.

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  “Thank you,” you said quietly, settling yourself in the bunk as Din worked on removing his armor and sat down on the edge of the mattress.  “For letting me meet Grogu.  He’s very special.  I’m so glad you two have each other.”

  He remained sitting, motionless, not responding, and you started to think he didn’t hear you.  But then his shoulders shook, and he inhaled sharply.  The dams were breaking.  Din, who had never shed a single tear in your presence for half a decade, was suddenly choking back sobs.

  You jumped into action, scooting yourself to sit beside him and wrapping your arms around his shaking body.  “Din, sweetheart, what is it?  Tell me what I can do,” you whispered as you wiped tears from his cheeks with the edge of your shirt.  He buried his face in your neck, taking a few deep breaths, as you thread your fingers through his hair.

  “Nothing… it’s nothing…” he whispered shakily.  “I’ll be all right.  I just can’t make it stop right now.”

  “That’s okay, Din, then don’t,” you reassured him sweetly.  “Come on, lie down.  I won’t go anywhere.”

  You managed to maneuver him into a supine position on the bed, one arm still wrapped tightly around back, his face buried in your chest, legs tangled together, your other hand in his hair.  It took some time, but the wracking sobs finally stopped, and his breathing eventually evened out to a normal rhythm.

  “Hey...  Din, are you awake?”  You felt a mumbled “yes” vibrate against your sternum.  He lifted his head to look at you, pulling his body up enough to rest his forehead against yours.

  “Thank you, cyar’ika,” he said with sincerity.  “I’m not sure what got into me.  I’m sorry.”

  “No apologies necessary, Din.  I know you’d do the same for me.”  You smiled sweetly at him.

  “Yes,” he replied with a soft chuckle, “but not nearly as well.”  He tilted his face forward to press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, still a rare display of affection for him.  “Nobody has held me like this since I was a child.  It’s a little strange.”

  “Is it okay?  Do you want me to stop?” you asked, concerned this might bring about another crisis.

  “No.  It’s nice… I never really had the chance to do this with anyone before.”  He paused, but you stayed silent, sensing there was more.  “I never had any… long-term relationships in my younger days, and the few flings I did have were not about… this … and then Mandalore was destroyed and most of my people killed… I never trusted anyone after that, not enough to get that close, and especially not enough to take off the armor.  I just accepted that some comforts would never be a possibility for me.”

  “Well, I’m glad we found each other, then,” you finally broke your silence, still lightly running your free hand up and down his back.  “I haven’t had many opportunities for this type of comfort the last few… decades… either.”

  He laughed, “Kissing, now that was a surprise. I really never thought that would be possible.  Don’t take offense, but I have to say, I don’t really understand the fuss.  It’s nice, but not… amazing like the romance novels would have you believe.”

  You couldn’t help it.  You could not contain the giggle that left your throat.  “Oh my goodness, Din…” you gasped for air as you continued laughing, “You’ve only scratched the surface of ‘kissing’, and since when do you read romance novels?”

  “Okay, no need to embarrass me,” he mumbled sheepishly.  “Are there really different kinds of kissing?  I never had any reason to know that, I guess.”

  His embarrassment quieted you immediately.  “I’m sorry, Din.  I didn’t mean to poke fun at you.  It’s just… kissing can be really great, actually.”  Before you could stop yourself, thinking better of it only after the words had already left your mouth, you added, “Do you want to try it?”  Now that the words were out, you were afraid to look at him, so you fiddled nervously with the collar of his shirt.  You continued, “No expectations.  Trust me, the other person expecting more is what always ruined kissing for me.  Otherwise, it’s just… nice for your senses.”

  You met his gaze, half expecting to find disgust there, but instead you found warmth and curiosity.

  “No expectations?” he reiterated.

  “None.  And we stop as soon as you say the word.  No hurt feelings if you don’t like it.”

  “Okay,” he said simply.

  You smiled, “Okay.  Just follow my lead, then.”  

  You pressed your mouth to his, but instead of quickly pulling away as you normally would, you lingered, applying more pressure.  He was rigid, unsure what exactly was about to happen, so instead of deepening the kiss, you simply brought the hand resting on his back up to the side of his head, both hands now framing his face.  As you ran your hands through his hair, an action you knew well would help him relax, his body went slack, lips naturally parting as his muscles loosened, and you took the opportunity to begin moving your mouth against his.  Now he was beginning to understand what this was meant to entail, and he gave in wholeheartedly, pulling you close and caressing your back lightly as he kissed you back, mimicking your movements.

  You figured this was probably more than enough for now, not wanting to overwhelm him with something that could become more heated.  You wouldn’t be prepared for that, either, nor did you want it.  And so you just enjoyed for a few more moments this unexpected intimacy, one you didn’t think you’d ever experience again being relatively averse to activities of a more sexual nature.  But with Din, you knew you could enjoy this without those implications.  Finally, you dragged your mouth away from his and leaned your head back to look at him.  The look on his face could only be described as blissful.

  You grinned, “So, what do you think?”

  “Dank farrik, cyar’ika… that was… wow… I had no idea what I’d been missing out on,” he sighed out, still somewhat breathless.  “You?”

  You laughed, “Definitely worth the decades long wait.”

  “Okay.  Good.  What a strange night, everything I’ve missed out on my whole life all in the space of an hour.”

  You hummed, “Well, there is a bit more to this kissing business, but that was really nice, Din.  I know all of this physical contact is a bit overwhelming for you, so next time, if there is a next time, is up to you.  No expectations, all right?”

  “Are you telling me there’s some kind of kissing that’s even better than that?” he asked, his voice incredulous, as you nodded.  “Maker, I might be too old for this, not sure my heart can take it.”  

  You smiled and leaned forward to place a last chaste kiss on his cheek, separating your bodies and resting comfortably on your side of the bed.

  “Good night, Din.”

  “Good night, cyar’ika.”

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Chapter 4

[serena-hart-09]

"Remember Me"

A/N: Heyyyy!!!!! ✨ 💕

Any suggestions or asks are always welcome! 💕💖✨😊

Have a great day ahead! ✨

TW: Spoilers for Lesson 16 ; Angst :) ; Slight (?) Self-Loathing ; Headaches ; Implied Stalking ; Slight Paranoia. If I have missed anything please do tell me!

Extra: Lucifer x OC!Meera ; "System" ; '' and italics is M.L. talking ; Mistakes in fic.

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Chapter 3

Since the tea incident, Lucifer hasn’t been once called to the castle by the prince. If none of this mess took place in the first place…. Lucifer would have been worried. Now? Now, he mutters a silent thanks to fate for not letting him go even near the prince, as much as that too, worries him. But he would rather be by the side of the ones he loves than be killed alone, uncertain of the fates of his family….

Lucifer even now does not understand.

Why is Diavolo after killing him?

What did he do wrong?

Where did he go wrong?

Was he in some way not qualified enough for his job?

Or was it the fact that he never responded to the prince’s request positively most of the time?

True, that Lucifer was never truly the one to show affection or happiness openly, since he does have a reputation to keep after all.

But being cold, distant…… heartless was never truly his intention……

He too desires to be open about his feelings….

And while its too easier for someone to smile happily as if nothing happened, voice his true thoughts…….. It was never easy.

Happiness would be an oasis in a desert, that he certainly feels he doesn’t deserve.

He never deserved it.

And he knows, he could never truly attain it either.

So, he only yearns.

Dreams, of the impossible.

Even after the whole debacle with Belphegor, he still has nightmares of Her death.

The coldness of her corpse that he held close with hope to still give her a chance, if his Father were so kind.

Then came the contract.

Then the secret.

He never had any regrets about the War.

What he does regret is that-

He, the Great Lucifer, failed to save someone important to him, his own sister.

He was the one to reassure his siblings and acquaintances of their victory.

Yet, it all still went to dust.

The only thing he is glad is that…

Despite his actions and their consequences….

She lived.

Somewhere.

Where no demon, no angel nor a God would interfere, in her life, ever.

And even if, his brothers and his relations may have become stale….

On that day, he vowed to protect them all….

Even if it meant to lie to them…

To betray them…

Or even if he dies….

It will all be alright with him…… as long they are well and alive.

….

The demon of pride lets out a sigh as he leans back on his chair to stretch his muscles.

Even after all this, he has to pretend that everything is fine.

He looks lazily at the papers on his desk. The more he works, his back screams to have some rest. Oh well, he can’t. These are needed to be submitted in the morning.

His whole day was… well normal.

No Diavolo, nor his traps.

Only his brother’s yapping, Shannon, the new Celestial Realm Exchange student seemed to be comfortable with everyone and now, grown close to his brother, Satan. Then that one demon friend of Meera’s trying flirt with her right in front of him, Simeon talking with Meera, Luke baking and chatting with her……. Oh yeah, the crazy “Lucifer Fanclub” that follows him like ghosts and making his job even more difficult as it is. He either needs to close the club (but that would mean meeting Diavolo and exposing the club as an inconvenience to him that the prince may even use against him….) or he needs to find another secret escape route just in case.

‘Oh, you are working this late?’

Ah, yes.

There is also M.L.

‘Would you like to tell me, what did you mean by “There is also M.L.”? You seem to think as if I am not here at all. Quite rude, don’t you think?’

Lucifer groans, “What made your mood sour?”

‘Tch. Nothing that concerns you, demon of pride.’

Lucifer after some moments of silence, blinks.

“Since when did you…… start to talk like….that?”

‘What? I always talk like this.’

“No. At this point, you would have combusted into swears and scream in my head…”

‘…. First, that is not how I talk. Second, I don’t know what you mean.’

“…..Do you realize…. That you were talking a bit like me?”

‘And do you realize that the Demon King’s palace, Diavolo might be planning his next way to murder you.’

Lucifer sighs again. M.L. is right. Though, for a flash of thought where he thinks…. He saw M.L.’s form who is well, formless. That image might have been his own brain escaping the reality and think of something else to calm his nerves by imagining…… but there was something that-

'Lucifer. Someone is knocking on the door.’

“…..Come in.”

Surprisingly, a rare visitor had appeared. Leviathan.

“Do you need something, Leviathan?”

His brother just looks at him for a moment and says, “The net’s been bad for hours now, Lucifer.”

“….Satan.”

“Huh?”

“He probably is downloading many e-books at once.”

“Oh…..”

“*sigh* Is it…. Urgent?”

The third brother shakes his head and lets out a rare, small yet welcomed smile, “It’s ok. I can wait a little….. Um… I’ll join the raid after an hour or so……. So, um…..”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Satan, myself.”

At this, Leviathan’s eyes light up, “Thanks!.....Um I- uh, Thanks, Lucifer.”

Lucifer looks at his brother, fondly and smiles, “You’re welcome.”

Levi looks at him, between surprised and shy and quietly runs away from the study.

“ ‘ This takes me back…’ ”

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The pen on the his desk clatters down the floor as he wakes up from his sleep…..

“What in the name of Devil was That?”

‘My, isn’t it already time for work?’

“Hold it, you know this? All of that? Whatever it was?”

‘…….. It’s…… That was one of my memories……. I think?’

“……”

‘It’s….. please ignore it……’

“But someone said that they wanted to meet …… you…”

‘Drop it. Now.’ He suddenly growls inside Lucifer’s head, making the demon wince in pain.

“Fine. Now stop.”

‘You STARTED IT FIRST.’

“YOU STOP YOUR GROWLING THIS INSTANT.”

‘HAH? YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE OF ME. SO BE GRATEFUL, FAILURE OF MINE!’

“Tch…. You………”

‘WHAT IS IT?’

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“Uh…. Lucifer of Pride……?”

Lucifer and M.L. shellshocked quiet down hearing the young angel’s voice from the door.

“….” Lucifer adjusts his look, “keep it down for a moment”

‘I am unlike you.’

“…..Whatever. Shannon, what are you doing in the house? You should be in RAD.”

She replies, voice muffled due to the door, “Today is Sunday. Also, miss Meera had heard you….. growling….. she tried to knock to get in but when you started to almost scream in pain, she tried breaking the door….. but the door didn’t budge so……. She went to call your brothers and told me to stand here if anything else happens…..”

‘Oh no……’

“How much did you hear?” the demon tries to keep his composure and looks at the door in horror.

“Uh, I came here just a minute or 2 ago……. Meera was the one standing here before I came…”

‘ “Oh, the Devils….” ’ They groan as they cover their face with their hand.

“Uh Lucifer…… Can I come in to check if you are….. alright? If that is …..”

“No need. Return to your quarters.”

“But-”

“Go.”

“…”

The demon hears her steps becoming more and more faint, and he settles on his chair. He looks around the room he calls his study……. Or called his study…….

It seems in the internal scuffle that Lucifer had with M.L. he had destroyed most of his study and maybe had also turned into his demon form with the small black feathers scattered around.

He sighs in frustration.

Suddenly, his D.D.D. rings loudly.

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It’s Diavolo.

Taking a deep breath, he picks up the device and accepts the call.

“Lucifer? Are you alright?”

The demon feels as if the prince’s voice is asking him not in worry but in some sort of mad glee.

As always, he puts up his walls strong, unbreakable, “Ah, yes. For now.”

“Oh….” He almost sounds disappointed, “What do you mean by “for now”?”

“…..I was quite unwell, but for now, I feel alright. …… If this is about the paperwork then-”

“Oh no, I was quite worried is all.” the prince chuckles.

“….”

“Anyways, if you want, you can take a day off or two-”

“My lord, how did you know?”

“Hm? Know what?”

“…..Nothing. I am still quite unwell it seems.”

“I see, take care.” With that the demon could hear the ping from his device. Lucifer looks out his window with narrowed eyes, searching for something.

‘……’

“It seems you also have the same thought.”

His gaze is still fixated outside.

‘How…… did he know……. About now….?’

Only one answer could be there.

There seems to be a bug in the house.

End Notes: I hope you like this chapter!😊

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All the characters (Except for Meera and Shannon) mentioned above belong to Shall We Date?: Obey Me!, NTT Solmare

[breckstonevailskier]

The fic "The Missing Hours" provides another interpretation of what went down at Cardosa's house.

The interpretation here goes: Cardosa gets his family and flees as Shetty and her commandos from the woods arrive on scene (Cate having called Shetty). The teams lob the place with tear gas to disorient the students long enough to then take them out. Though they don't go down without a fight, and Sam ends up killing a few of the commandos before escaping. Andre is knocked out cold by taser, Emma is hit with a bunch of tranquilizer darts, Jordan gets tased but fights back and has to be subdued by Cate, and same for Marie.

It's during this time that the commandos chip Marie and Jordan. Shetty makes plans to transport Marie, Jordan and Andre back to campus in vans, while wryly noting that they don't really have any means of moving Emma in her giant state.

Cate comes up with the idea of sending them to Dusty's party after Shetty makes a suggestion. She also sees all of Marie's older memories when going into her head, telling her to forget about the Woods, and planting the suggestion of the party.

And the whole time, Cate's conflicted feelings about the whole situation are on display. As seen by her initial reaction when Bob arrives and relays to her Shetty's orders:

“You okay, Cate?” A man in a mask asks her, pausing at the threshold of the broken patio door. “B-Bob? Is that you?” She sniffles, holding back tears. “Yeah. Just stay back here, okay? Shetty said you’re going to help us contain the situation after we finish subduing them.” Orders. More orders. There’s always another push. But Cate wants to help. She really, really does. She doesn’t want her friends to get hurt. It’s not their fault they don’t understand what’s going on. They’re just scared.

...and when working on Marie's memories:

Cate issues her orders, imposes her will on Marie. Feels bad doing it, but does it anyway, all the while knowing that if Marie ever found out, it would destroy the fledgling friendship they’ve been building. Cate likes Marie. She really does. The way their stories are so similar. They both destroyed their families when their powers emerged. Accidents, but according to the rest of the world, unforgivable. They were both locked up, isolated from the rest of the world. Lacking any sort of genuine love or affection. Lapping up what little praise they can get. Cate doesn’t want to hurt Marie, but right now she’s a danger to herself and others. It’s for your own good, Cate thinks to herself.

Plus we see how she also does care about her friends. As seen by what she says to the commando who tased Andre:

“Not him,” one of the commandos—not Bob—orders. “He’s out cold.” “Let me check on him,” Cate bites out, furious at their callousness, and falls to her knees beside Andre, pushing his hair back from his face. “Andre, are you okay? Can you answer me?” His eyes flicker beneath the thin skin of his lids, but they don’t open. She doesn’t want to touch his mind and risk making whatever this is worse. He shouldn’t have gone down that hard. Jordan’s fucking fine. They’d be up and kicking everyone’s ass if Cate let them. So why is Andre lying there like a corpse? She bites her lip and lifts her eyes to glare at the nearest commando, and knows it’s terrifying from yet another popped fucking blood vessel. He flinches in some satisfactory way. “What the fuck did you do to him?” she snaps. “Nothing,” the man snaps back defensively. “Got the same fucking voltage as the other one.” “If he doesn’t wake up, I’ll kill you,” Cate threatens and she fucking means it. Andre’s good. He’s so good. He always wants to do the right thing. Just like Luke. Sometimes he’s just confused about what that is. He doesn’t fucking deserve this.

I still wanna know how the hell Cate compelled the scooby gang at Cardosa’s house and how Sam got away.. maybe he was afraid that she’d called for backup? Maybe when he told cate to not touch him and leave, she then called Shetty and she sent the guards from the woods? And that’s how Marie and Jordan got the trackers in them and then they were all compelled to Dusty’s party to just have a blast or something as the cover story for ‘blacking out’ and missing days from their memory

[welcometodiehop]

You Have No Mouth and You Must Scream - A Replaced! AU

A/N: So this is my first time writing and posting to tumblr, but I had a thought after watching a video essay and just have to share it.

Gn reader x Brothers and Dateables (platonic Luke)

CW: brief mentions of death and violence, depressive thoughts/ suicidal ideation

You don’t know how it happened. The first moment you were walking to the market to buy groceries for that night’s dinner, when you bumped into a demon. You tried to be courteous and briefly apologize for colliding with them, but they were unable to be placated. Push came to shove and before you knew it you were on the ground in a bloody heap.

For better or for worse, the pact marks you bared alerted the brothers, your senses fading in and out as you make out what seems to be the brothers’ yelling and the demon that attacked you begging for mercy. Once finished, they surround you in a frenzy, begging you to hold on. Mammon cradles you in his arms reminiscent of the first time you died. This time, it really might be it. Words elude you as you close your eyes, the brothers’ cries growing more distant. Then finally,

You draw your last breath.

You don’t know what happened after that. But you lie awake now, as Solomon stands over your bedside. He beckons the others over, the brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Luke’s voices all mingle with each other. You want to get up and greet them with a heartfelt “Thanks for saving me, guys!” but you then realize you can’t feel your body.

“ (Y/N), can you hear us?” Lucifer calls out.

You try to formulate the words, but can’t feel your mouth move. What the hell happened when you passed out?!

“They should be able to, but I haven’t found ways to make their new body move yet. Just give me some more time.” Solomon replies in your stead.

“New body…?” you think to yourself. You desperately want to look at yourself, but just… can’t. The frustration builds inside you as Mammon pushes his way past the others and peeks over your head.

“You gave us a helluva’ scare, dying like that… Here, lemme sit you up, it’s gotta be annoying not being able to look at us when we’re talking to ya’.”

As you’re being moved, you catch a glimpse of your body. Your limbs are reminiscent of a ball jointed doll, hard and segmented. You wonder how the hell did they manage to cram yourself into such a vessel.

“I suppose I should explain how this came about.” Diavolo starts, “ You see, as one dies, especially a human, their soul is left in a semi-tangible form invisible to the naked eye, except for the reapers. Before their soul was taken, Solomon and I have found a way to store (Y/N) soul in a magical stone. We then have found a way to give them back their consciousness, to… some affect.”

Diavolo trails off, unusual for him. He kneels down to your level, eyes boring into yours, filled with a softness that you hadn’t seen before.

“Just give us some more time, (Y/N). You’ll be back to your old self as soon as possible. We’ll work tirelessly, we promise.”

“You know, this is just like that light novel I read the other day, “I was suddenly attacked by a monster when I was reborn as a living do-“ Levi was unable to finish his sentence as Satan whacked him upside his head, saying “This isn’t the time for that!”

After that, the brothers started to argue trying to decide how they would split up your time with you to alleviate your potential boredom with your newfound situation, with Luke chiming in when he can trying to say the rest of them deserve time too. They decided the brothers would be on a 7 day rotation, one for each brother.

Lucifer would sit you in his office while he works, and putting on some of his records for the two of you to listen to when he doesn’t make light conversation. As best he could anyway.

Mammon would often bring you to his room, lamenting he can’t skip class at RAD with you anymore or catching you up with Lucifer hanging him upside down for the 5th time this month. Soon, he tends to end his tirades with a “I guess you couldn’t tell me off now anyways…”

Levi is often too embarrassed to carry you himself to his room, so he opts for bringing you anime to watch or to watch him game. He tends to go in for a high five when he wins a round but he pauses and lowers his hand in realization that you won’t be able to high five him back.

Satan reads to you as he always did, spicing up his deliveries with different voices that made him feel a bit silly. He dearly misses your laughs and your pouting when he said he would stop.

Asmo catches you up on the latest gossip and shows you his latest outfits, giving you light kisses on the cheek as he does so. You try your hardest to be able to feel them, but nothing comes about.

Beel and Belphie opt to spend time with you together, cuddling in a pile watching movies and Beel munching on snacks. Belphie just can’t get comfortable anymore, remarking that you lack the warmth you used to have. Beel feels guilty that you’re unable to eat anymore, and you want to ease his worries that you don’t feel hunger nowdays anyway.

The time spent with the others become a blur. Luke brings you to watch him and Barbatos bake, Simeon sneakily telling you the next volume of TSL’s spoilers, and Diavolo and Solomon filling you in on their attempts to give you a better quality of life. For you to be you again.

Time seems to go by at a breakneck pace as it equally crawls slowly. The silence is deafening when you’re left alone when the others are at RAD, and the inability to interact with your surroundings is eating at your sanity. The others are beginning to lose hope. The brothers look at you with a deep sadness, grieving something they haven’t technically lost yet, Luke and Simeon praying for a miracle that you will somehow be your old self, and Barbatos urging Diavolo and Solomon to rest after they’ve spent day after day and night after night looking for a solution.

They don’t see you as much anymore. The halls feel emptier, the brothers having lost their vivacity and liveliness in their grief. The rest don’t come to see you often. It’s becoming unbearably lonely. Days turn into weeks turning into months. The only solace you find is in sleep, dreaming of the days before you had died, laughing, crying, and getting angry with your beloved friends. You miss them so much.

One day, they all gather in your room, some confused, some nervous. None of them speak, until Solomon drops to his knees in front of you, his face pale and lips almost trembling.

“(Y/N)… I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do anymore. We’ve looked and looked but… we just can’t find a way to help you.”

Mammon rushes to Solomon and picks him up by his shirt, as if he’s ready to tear the sorcerer apart.

“You seriously call us here to tell us that?! Have you even been trying? They’ve been sitting here unable to do anything and suffering for it, and all you can muster up is a “Sorry” ?!”

“Mammon I-“

“Shut up! You and Diavolo were the ones that stuffed their soul into a stupid rock, and stuck them in this purgatory! It would have been better if they’d have just-“

“Mammon! That’s enough!” Lucifer forces Mammon to let go of Solomon, holding him back.

“So… what do we do now? What CAN we even do?” Asmodeus speaks up.

“I think… it’d be best if we preserve them, and their memory.” Diavolo states. “ (Y/N), we could move you into the castle, somewhere where we all could visit you. The little D’s could help fill in our absences when we’re all at RAD. Does that sound nice?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There’s no solution? You’re going to be stuck like this forever? And what’s this about stuffing you into a room in the castle? Can’t there be some way to fix all of this?!

No one raises an objection. Even Mammon hangs his head low. They all look like they have given up. Luke even begins to cry, Asmo, Levi, and Mammon following suit.

Now here you sit, in a room in the castle in a chair, where you can no longer tell the time. It feels so long since someone has seen you last, everyone’s visits have become infrequent. Eventually, when you can’t distinguish days from years anymore, someone does come to see you, they mention this new exchange program. Someone new with Solomon has come to the Devildom. You don’t care much to listen to that. You’d rather not think about it. But when they begin to speak of them so fondly, like they once did with you, you can’t help but feel angry. How could they just move on from you? They were as big in your life as you were in theirs! If you could only tell them that, tell them that you were still here, still human, then this could all be solved.

But finally, your breaking point came. You could hear laughing from beyond the door, a voice you hadn’t heard before. The door opened, Diavolo ushering them inside.

“Wow! That’s such a pretty doll!”

What you assume to be the new student runs up to you, inspecting you as if you were some toy on display, and essentially, you were.

“Hey! (name)! What are you and Lord Diavolo doin’ ditchin’ us? We’re on this tour too!” Mammon calls out.

The rest of them file into the room, laughing and Mammon looking as huffy as you remember. The new student laughs along with them, as if they’ve known each other forever.

“So, what’s the story behind this one?” the new student asks.

They become quiet. Tell them! Tell them that you’re still here!

“They were… once a dear friend.” Lucifer states. “They’ve helped us so much. Feel free to say hello.”

“Oh ok! Hello! I’m (Name)! I’ll make sure to take care of these loveable knuckleheads for you, I promise they won’t get into too much trouble.” The new student gives a look at the brothers, with various reactions.

You want to throw up. They’ve gone on without you, and here you are, with no way to move on. Mammon was right, it would have been better if you had died that day. At least then you could forget about the prospect that life goes on. All you want now is for death to claim you for the final time, to get away from whatever hell of their creation they’ve put you through. You have no mouth, and you must scream.

A/N: HOO boy, that was a long one for my first shot. I don’t know if i’ll keep up the literary references for the titles as i keep writing but this was fun! I hope you all enjoyed!

[optimisticstudentangel]

An ex-angel’s despair

Warning: none. 

Summary: Simeon becomes demon right in front of you, you comfort him

Oh. It’s so hard to be a human… having all this complicated feelings… not being able to ignore them. You said to yourself that you will figure it out, but it’s easier to solve the problem in your thoughts than in reality.  

You tried to occupy yourself in different ways. Going to places with demon brothers and having fun with them. It didn’t help for too long though. Because in the end of the day you would came to your worries. Worries about him.

Simeon changed. He doesn’t go out with you like he used to. He declines any offer coming from you and he avoids answering to your calls and messages. What happened to him? The archangel suddenly became distant, it’s so not like his demeanor.

Luke didn’t know either. He is struggling to get any explanation from his caretaker. Little angel was concerned about your emotions too. He was afraid that your feelings for Simeon will soon disappear, and that you won’t talk to both of them. Being little child he did his best to comfort both of you.

But all of this didn’t matter.

You were not going to lose your lover over some miscommunication. You were persistent and kept trying to be in touch with him.

Solomon decided to help you out and wrote you a message. “Let’s meet in hell’s kitchen. I will tell you what I know.” You had many questions. Is there something that Solomon knows but you don’t? But why? Did Simeon himself told it to him? Then why didn’t your beloved one care to share it with you first and foremost?

Well. Ignoring all of this you replied to Solomon. “Sure. Thank you”. You rushed to the café and waited for the sorcerer.

He came pretty quick and greeted you with a smile.

-          How have you been mc? Everything good?

-          Pretty much. Well? I need an explanation with every little detail. Please… - you tried to keep calm, but it was such a hard task. You were desperate to know the answer.

-          Now… I need you to soothe your nerves and listen to me carefully. The thing is Simeon is going through hard times… you know every person has such moments. But that shouldn’t affect your relationship, he will come to his usual self one day,- he said it keeping his smile.

-          That’s all? Are you kidding me? Solomon I hoped to get something from you… But this… this is useless to me, - you were on the verge of tears.

-          Wow… Mc, no need for crying! I am just not really sure that you are ready to hear this. All of us are concerned about Simeon’s wellbeing.

-          But I am his partner! I deserve to know! – you didn’t let him finish.

-          You sure you can handle this?

-          Yes, I can…

-          Then. Simeon is not an angel anymore……… He wanted to tell it to you when he was ready. He has lots of disturbing thoughts about this situation. You see, he fears that you are not going to accept him this way……

-          But why he is so sure about it? That doesn’t matter to me! I… thank you Solomon, you really helped me out here, - you hugged him and hurried to visit Simeon to talk all of this over with him.

-          Wait… I live there too… we could go together… Oh they are fast. Well, guess I will come alone, - he shrugged it and quickly followed your steps to witness the upcoming drama.

You violently knocked on the door. There was only silence.

-          Simeon! Open the door! – you knew that he was in his room. “If you don’t, I will enter anyway. Please…” – you were in no calm demeanor. It seems like you only have drastic measures on your hands.

You used your magic. Whispering the spell Solomon taught you, you pointed your hand on the door. Power went through your veins, and all of the strength gathered at your fingertips. Door immediately broke down, and you were able to come in his room.

His room was unusually dark. You were not able to see his shape anywhere. Then going into the dim place, you saw how everything was scattered on the floor. His papers were thrown all across the room, paintings that were hanging on the walls were now on the ground.

There was something sitting in the coals, it trembled. Was it….?!

-          Simeon! Are you okay? – he screamed at you, “don’t come any closer!”

His clothes were torn apart, and through the lights coming from the outside, you were able to see wings on his back. They were sharp, not like his usual white fluffy wings…

-          Aghh – he moaned and his face had a grimace of pain. You rushed to him and sat on your knees. Not knowing how to simmer him down, you just tried to use one of your spells that will ease the pain he was going through.

-          MC, please… go away. You shouldn’t see me in this state… I am disgusting…

-          What are you talking about, how could I left you on your own in such condition? Don’t even think about it, - you were really worried about him. Was he felling this agony all of this time? Why he chosen to suffer on his own?

You hugged him. He was avoiding to look at you, but he didn't refuse your hugs. His former warm body was now cold. You gently took him by the cheek and forced him to look at you. His sky-blue eyes had changed their color and were now red like blood. He also developed fangs.

Both of you didn’t say a word, only squeezing each other in an embrace. He must have longed for your touch like you did to his. You didn’t care that Simeon fell. It doesn’t matter, because no matter what you will love him anyway.

You kissed your “angel” and stroked his head.

-          You will not leave me right? – he snuggled up to your body. “Your angel needs you. You will be next to my side, won’t you? I only have you now”

-          Of course, Simeon. I will always stand by you. I cannot abandon my little angel. Not in your hard times, - you meant it. You won’t leave your lover. Never.

-          Hehe, I am so happy! Happiest angel on all of the three worlds!

He must not really have accepted the fact that he is not angel anymore. But even like that, he didn’t really change to you, at least for now. Angel or not, he is your beloved Simeon.