#and hes solid too hes closer to a figure than a plushie

[otterbup]

so because i missed out on the makeship sale of randy dialtowb i was like “oh well i can go to one of those companies that make plushies from drawings u submit!” and i drew my own randy plushie concept and waited for months and everything and,

hes uh

hes something !

[wornoutmouse]

@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

 If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff. 

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?" 

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing. 

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

 The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging. 

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat. 

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went  "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that.  Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way." 

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room. 

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening. 

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge. 

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l  rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants. 

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.” 

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch. 

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!" 

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot,  "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways. 

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good.  The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes.  Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard.  "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that." 

He bowed his head and rested on your back,  kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass  before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed. 

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out. 

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read. 

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow 

[miengsol]

beach ( drabble one. )

aka that one time calum and his wife ( then-friend-maybe-girlfriend ) played hooky and went to the beach.

word count: 1566 words *** “I’ve never been to the beach before.”

He looks up from his dinner, across from her and the plate of home-cooked olive oil drenched spaghetti between them. Wait, what?

Mana fidgets, fork still in mid-air, strands of spaghetti wrapped around it. Once upon a time, she wasn’t able to eat it without vomiting it and the rest of her meal in the following hours. The technical explanation is that spaghetti and therefore all other carbs are acidic and a weak stomach needs anything but more acidity. She shoves the pasta into her mouth before swallowing. “What?”

Her voice has taken on an edge. A soft one, the kind found on a ruler- definite but sanded edge. She doesn’t put on that voice unless she’s uncomfortable. It’s probably being he’s staring at her, dumbfounded. Hurriedly, he looks away. “Sorry, I just-“ He looks up again. “But aren’t there beaches around here?”

She huffs. “That doesn’t count.”

Calum frowns, poking his fork at a cherry tomato. Juice spills out of its flesh onto the surrounding pasta. “Didn’t we go to Straten Island-“

Mana silences him with a look. Or maybe it’s more like he falls silent when she looks at him disbelievingly. “Have you ever heard anyone going New York City for its beaches?”

So maybe he does. They went there once, a few months back just as the summer heat started to seep into the city. Just as the cicadas started to wake up. But maybe he only remembers the beach because this is only the first summer he’s lived through in the city. “…Right.”

And then she softens. She knows, doesn’t she? The way voices can make him flinch. A lot of things make him flinch though, the way his roommate will bring up his family, never picking up he wants to stay as far away from them as possible, the way a taxi honks on a busy street, the way his boss will unintentionally raise her voice when the stress piles on high.

Mana never raises her voice. Well hardly ever does. It doesn’t mean what she says is any less sharper. She’s always been that way, her and her steel-tipped thoughts loose on her tongue, and she’s never once apologized for that. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t think too much on it when she sets her fork down.

“I just…I’ve never swam in the ocean before. Gone to a boardwalk.” In her own way, she makes it up to him. Understands he’s just naturally shaky and if she’s anything less than herself, that would be a disservice to him. He can take it, absorb it like a sponge just fine.

“Didn’t you say your grandma used to live by a beach back in Vietnam?”

She raises a brow. “She did. When did I tell you that?”

“A few weeks ago. You needed to drop her letter off at the post office. She almost drowned  once, but she kept on coming back anyways.”

Mana nods in acknowledgement, impressed even. Pride swells in his chest, but only for a moment. “We never had time to go there.” She picks up her fork again. “Or anywhere, really. Guess that’ll be a problem if the sea levels keep rising.”

***

A few weeks later, he pulls it off. Him, Mana, at a beach with a boardwalk.

It’s his mom’s fault really, ordering him to come back home for the yearly family reunion, an event he’s always hated. So maybe they should’ve been at the house, listening his mother complain about this and that, extended relatives asking unwanted nosy questions about his ( and Mana’s ) personal lives, keeping his head down as they tell him what he ought to be, what he should be doing, all while poking at his weaknesses. He doesn’t have to say yes, he realizes. He’s a full grown adult with a job and financial independence, after all. But the thought of disobeying his mother paralyzes him.

And maybe he is ashamed at the fact. But that doesn’t mean he can’t still rebel.

( If it’s for Mana, he’d defy anything for her. Maybe one day he’ll be strong enough to do it for himself too. )

At the shore, Mana bends down for a closer look at the water. Her hair falls over her shoulders, glistening in the morning sunlight. The water rushes in, bits of sand and seaweed tickling the skin between his toes.

“You remembered,” she states. It’s said more as a fact than a question.

He bends down next to her. The water isn’t clear, but that’s just the way the beaches in New Jersey have always been. Murky sea-green waters with seaweed and rocks, and seashells scattered throughout. “You…said you’ve never been to the ocean before so I just, figured-”

“Mrs. Reynolds is not going to happy. Us playing hooky.”

He cringes. That’s one thing he’s not looking forward to thinking about. “I’ll… worry about that later.” And then he steals a glance at her. “Do you like it? I mean, I know the water isn’t exactly the prettiest and like it can get crowded, but Daniel and I and our friends would go here a lot during the summer and-

She takes his hand and squeezes gently. “Calum, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Looking back, he realizes he wasn’t breathing there. Heartbeat slows down. Her hand is warm in his own. They’ve been doing that a lot recently, haven’t they? Holding hands. Most of the time it happens when they’re getting on a subway together, a means of make sure they don’t get lost in the crowd. Sometimes she doesn’t let go even after they’ve climbed the stairs up the subway station. And then she lets go.

“C’mon, let’s go in the water.”

“Huh?” The water splashes onto his knees as she stands up, walking further in. The waves rise from her ankles up to her calves. “Wait, but you didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

She turns towards him, raises a brow. “Do I need that to go in?”

“You said you don’t know how to swim!”

 A smile tugs at her lips. Laughter. He thinks he should bottle it up so he can remember it later for a bad day down the road. “Well then, you’ll teach me, won’t you?”

( So he does. He came prepared, wearing swim shorts for the occasion. They don’t get too far in. She gets nervous when she can’t feel solid ground beneath her feet, but she does learn how to hold her breath underwater. He holds her hands all the way through and doesn’t let go. He doesn’t let go either when they move from the beach to the boardwalk, only letting go when a. she buys the cheapest dress she can find because her clothes are drenched in sea water and b. he sees the crane game machine in the arcade and feels a compulsive need to win that Gudetama plushie in the corner. He uses up all his quarters and doesn’t win it, much to his dismay. Mana snorts but clasps a hand around his fingers. A consolation prize, he thinks.

“I’ll get you that one for your birthday.” She promises him. )

***

At the end of the night, after the boardwalk has cleared up, after they’ve walked on the beach in pitch black, Mana turns towards him. Calum looks up from his phone- he has ten missed phone calls from his mother, five from his father, and another three from his sister. And that’s only counting the missed calls notifications on his phone’s screen. Mana tugs on his hand for his attention. The boardwalk is empty and the dim lights of the street lamps light the way. A sea breeze blows through between them.

 “Thank you.” She tells him. “I had a wonderful day, Calum.”

And then she leans in closer. His heart speeds up as he realizes she’s just kissed him on the cheek. Oh. He nearly drops the phone in his hand. That’s new too, isn’t it? They’ve never had that conversation, have they- about what they’re supposed to be. For a moment, Calum considers asking her right there and then. He also considers cups her face and kissing her right there and then.

But then she steps back, flustered. They’re still holding hands. “…Right,” she then says, with the usual soft edge on her voice. “We should- we should probably head back now.”

He blinks but then squeezes her hand. It’s okay, he realizes. They can take it one day at a time. Just being with her is more than enough right now. “Okay. Let’s go home now.”

( And at the car, as she climbs into the passenger seat, his phone vibrates. It’s another call from his mom. His high from the boardwalk drops. He stares at it for a long moment, thumb hovering over the call button before Mana plucks the phone out of his hand and hangs up, much to both his horror and relief.

“Don’t worry about her,” she reassures him, eyes glistening in the dark. “I’ll tell her I kept on bugging you to take me to the beach and you couldn’t say no.” And Mana laughs. “She can’t yell at you for playing hooky then, can she?”

His heart swells. Yeah, Calum says.

For Mana, he can do anything. He’ll do anything if it’s for her. )

[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

3,4,9,12 for whichever f/o you'd like!

-selfshippery

Hello fellow self shipper, @selfshippery, thank you so much for this ask! I greatly appreciate it! 🥰💖

Some of these responses are long so I'll go ahead and cut it under read more!

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3.) Is your f/o a cuddlier, and do they get more cuddlier in private?

Atsushi definitely is one for physical affection, though it took some time to get use too. Especially due to the abuse he faced formally in the orphanage, he was rather hesitant at first. However, once he got to know Dany and build a solid relationship, he definitely sought it out more, though of course understood her own nervousness when it came to public affection.

Both AtsuDany are in tune with physical affection, Atsushi is a mix of public and private (private being the more affectionate and sweet, only for his Darling), while Dany is more a private person who wants to cuddle her Tigre without anyone else watching, she will sit on him and cuddle him like a koala, nuzzling and maybe teasing him~ When their more solid in their relationship, they do cuddle more cozy around others, they are sweet and tooth rotting fluff to any onlooker~ 🥰

Jason is also more of a cuddlier, public wise, he is totally okay with it, not minding to hug and nuzzle his combusting tiny little lass. He does respect Dany's hesitance on PDA, holding her to where she is most comfortable. He just loves his tiny love and is honestly an endearing sight to see tol and smol couple. Yamato loves to tease, which leads to Dany springing to wring his neck-- but of course Jason won't let her~

Much like the former, Dany is more of a private cuddlier, she will give her dearest storm the best hugs and nuzzles, showering him affection as he so dearly deserves. She definitely doesn't mind when he rests on her, running her hands though his long and soft curled locks of blond, maybe humming a little~ 😊💖

4.) What ways does your f/o show their love for you? By surprising you with your favorite snack once in a while, or giving you back massages when you’re in pain?

Atsushi is definitely one to take different leaps of affection, he would try his hardest to make everything perfect for Dany when he doesn't need too. Besides trying his best to shower her with some non-expensive gifts or a perfect dinner at the start of their relationship, Dany definitely assures him that just being his attentive presence is more than enough for her. When he listens to her, be it her nonsensical rambling or her moments of depression and anxiety. When he surprises her with soft textured animal plushies (every other special occasion~). When they spend time together, nice quality time! Just by showing her that she is the only one for him is enough for Dany to see how much he loves her. She is grateful and more than at peace to know his affection for her are real and true.

Jason is pretty similar in terms of listening and paying attention to Dany, he has always been since meeting her. Granted he has always had a strong liking to Dany, even when he figured they would just be friends. But as time wore on and they spent more time together, love and affection truly bloomed between them. In the circumstances of when they got together in the Digital World, honestly any moment alone together is more than enough. Be it talking about their time apart, or trying to just think about a future together. Sometimes it is a lot of reflection time. A lot of the time spent holding each other in reassurance that one day they will be at peace and have some bit of normality again. Be it with the other tamers and their Digimon. Jason can be spontaneous with his gifts, Dany loving each little trinket he makes, especially the eventual simple digizoid ring he made and purposed her with~ honestly every time they hung out alone together in the real world was also something special, while they were only just friends at the time, Dany began to truly see what she wanted when it came to loving someone without the need to change herself for them. UwU

9.) What texts or phone calls do you expect from them during the day? What do you text them during the day?

AtsuDany: If they are separated on a mission, Atsushi definitely tries to call her if she is available too to give her his affections and also for her to be safe. Likely telling her sweet nothings of when they are back together. If she can't answer, he will send her his affections and promises to enjoy a peaceful evening together with dinner and watching a movie. Danielle is fairly the same, a bit more wordy in texts and sending him any reminders her Tigre may forget about. She is one to ask him every so often near the end of the day what he would like to do if they are free, or if they would like to go out for a walk in the park or shop for dinner, etc. They also send each other funny memes through the day~ Atsushi does worry for her when Dany may forget to send a message as she does daily.

DanyJay: Honestly Jason always looks forward to Dany's texts in whatever way they come. He tends to send her messages of her to be safe incase any Digimon appear, or for her to remember to eat in general. Often the one to remind her that coffee and snacks is not eating. He worries for her a lot when she had to pull all nighters and would ask if she'd like company if she was stressed and alone. Dany honestly appreciates the human interaction more than anything, while she love's Darkwolfmon's presence, another fellow human is also needed. Dany does send messages through the group chat for all of them to be safe, but loves to send private ones to Jason, telling him to have a great day and she looks forward to spending time with him in her free days. In the digital world, they do send more affectionate messages and long distance calls, telling each other to be safe and their longings to hold each other once they see each other again.

12.) Describe their hugs/cuddles.

Atsushi: "The sudden embrace from Atsushi wasn't what she was expecting. The poor petite brunette stiffening in place from surprise at how warm the tiger gifted really was. How he practically swallowed her in his arms. Despite how lanky and skinny he appeared, his chest and arms were rather firm from muscle he has gained from the use of his ability and eating appropriate meals through the day. His scent was that of plain, sweet soap, while also having a faint smell of lilies and rain in the spring in her keen nose. It was comforting, soothing to her as she slowly relaxed and began to take notice of the warm, stinging tears in her eyes. Her throat feeling constrained, like any words that leave her will make her cry. She didn't know, or remember why she felt such a feeling to him hugging her. All she knew was that he felt so nice, so warm and silently pleaded that he hold her forever. Reaching around him with her arms, unable to help herself as she buried her face into his chest, feeling herself practically collapse in his embrace. Atsushi only pulling her in closer as a stammering cry leaves her, muffling against him." 🥺💖

Jason: "She felt her breathing leave her throat the moment as her feet leave the ground. Loud, joyous laughter sounding in her ears as she clutched tightly onto Jason's firm shoulders. The platinum blonde tamer practically spinning her around in a warm and firm embrace of relief and joy. She could feel herself stiffen in surprise, while squeaking his name from shock and relief. He was safe, he was okay, he was radiant as the sun after a long storm. In that brief moment, she relaxed, her own choked up laughter leaving her as her arms circle around his neck, her hands buried in his long and soft locks of hair. Feeling light and weightless, something she never felt before with someone other than Darkwolfmon. Warmth filled her chest, unable to help the heated blush that painted her face a few moments after he ceased his spin. Pulling away with a buzz of nervousness and anxiety, looking away as she stammered. But Jason knew her very well, chuckling warmly as he set her back down on stable ground. Lingering in his hold to steady her. She, for a moment, felt cold as he let her go, wishing for him to stay longer, but bit her tongue from saying it. Instead, smiling bashfully and relishing on the memory of his comforting embrace that lingered." 😳🥺

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Thank you very much for these asks! I truly self indulged for a moment with the last one! I had to really think about it and also went into writing mode! Do excuse any grammar errors! 😊✨

[justcallmefox89]

Artist in the Devildom

Jax has just arrived in the Devildom as the newest human exchange student at R.A.D.  With Arianthi and the seven lords of the Devildom to guide them this exchange year should be a breeze.  Right? 

Written from the perspective of my non-binary OC, Jax Montgomery.  Jax uses they/them pronouns.

This story takes place in the Truth or Dare AU where Mammon and Arianthi get engaged.

I would like to give a massive shout-out and heartfelt thank you to @fivenightsat-enbys​ for all their help and being so wonderfully patient with me and my questions.   

The flash of bright white light is blinding, and my body feels like it’s falling through an endless tunnel.  I know that this is allegedly safe, but that doesn’t stop me from scrunching my eyes closed and letting out a high pitched scream.  I’m still screaming when I feel my feet touch solid ground.  After a few seconds I simmer down and open my eyes, blinking away stars.  

Once I can see again I find myself standing in front of two men and a girl around my age, in an office that can only be described as rich old white man aesthetic.  Lots of large dark oak furniture, some obviously antique oil paintings of naked people and things I’ll probably have nightmares about later.  Gold lighting fixtures.

Into it.  Very into it.

I clutch onto my duffel bag and octopus plushie, shuffling my feet and giving them all an awkward wave.

“Yo,” I say, attempting a smile.  

Given the current state of my stomach and the fact that I was currently standing in the Devildom, face to face with some real life demons, it feels a little forced.  

Why did I agree to this?  Definitely, most probably, in the top three of my worst ideas of all time.  

The taller of the two men steps forward, flashing me an enthusiastic grin.  

“Jax Monteiro?  Welcome to the Royal Academy of Diavolo.  We’re so excited to have another human student here!” 

“Whoa!  Down boy,” the girl says, stepping towards me with giggle, patting the auburn haired man on the arm.  “Give them a second to adjust.  Portal jumping is harder on us poor humans than it is on you all.”

She holds out her hand.  “Hi Jax, I’m Arianthi Wolf.  I’m the ambassador to all the exchange students here at R.A.D.  And I’m a human student too, so you’re not all alone down here.”  

She gives me a soft smile of reassurance.

I quickly give her hand a shake, returning the smile, mine more genuine this time.  Arianthi is about six or seven inches shorter than me, with long curly black hair and bright green eyes.  A smattering of freckles runs across her nose and cheeks, standing out against her pale skin.  

I’d love to draw her.  

I’m itching to get my hands on my sketchbook.  

The guys too.  And this room is insane. 

She motions at the auburn haired man next to her.  He towers over her, looking like a giant standing next to a pixie.  I’ve always considered myself tall at 6′3, but this guy has a good six or seven inches on me.

This must be how mom felt when she asked me to get stuff off the high shelves at the grocery store.

“This is Lord Diavolo, founder of R.A.D., and the human, angel, demon exchange program here.  The goal is to bring the celestial realm, human realm, and the Devildom closer together and foster a better understanding between the three.”  She pauses for breath.  “He’s also the prince of the Devildom.”

Holy shit.  

“Do I need to like, bow or something?”  I ask nervously.  

Diavolo chuckles.  “Please don’t.  I just wanted to welcome you to the Devildom before returning to my duties.  Arianthi will help you get settled in and go over your course schedule with you.  You’ll be staying with her at the House of Lamentation along with the seven lords of the Devildom.”  He gives me a boyish grin.  “I hope your year with us is less eventful than Arianthi’s first year.”

“Diavolo!”  Arianthi gives him an exasperated grin while he waggles his eyebrows at her. 

He holds his hand up, laughing.  “Sorry princess, I couldn’t resist.”

Princess?  Oh, I’m totally asking her for a story time once we’re alone.

Diavolo motions the other man in the room forward.  He’s closer to my size, with delicate features, turquoise hair, and moss green eyes.  

“This is my servant Barbatos.  If you find yourself needing anything and are unable to reach Arianthi or any of the lords, he can help you.” 

Barbatos offers me a small nod.

“Barbatos is the one who really runs things here.”  Arianthi gives me a mischievous smirk.  “He’s also an amazing chef.  The best baker in all three realms.  His devilberry tarts are to die for.”  

She mimes swooning.

Barbatos beams at her praise.  “You flatter me Arianthi.”

Diavolo rubs his hands together, smiling.  “Well, we really do need to be going.  I have to welcome the new angels to Purgatory Hall.  I’ll leave you to it Arianthi.  Don’t worry Jax, you’re in very good hands.”  

He gives Arianthi a wink.

Hate to break it to you Diavolo but as cute as she is, I’m more interested in how good your hands are.

“Dia!”  Arianthi gives him a dirty look.  “Stop that!  I’m sure Jax doesn’t appreciate it, and you know Mammon hates it when you do that.”

Mammon?  A third player has entered the game.  This could be some spicy telenovela shit.  Must.  Know.  Now.

Diavolo just chuckles at her and exits the room, Barbatos in tow. 

“Okay, tell me everything princess.  I have to know.”  I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes good naturally. 

“Dia and I were a.....thing for a while.”  She waves her hand dismissively, looking slightly annoyed.  “He’s still a little in his feelings about things, but I’m engaged now.  Sometimes he likes to push my fiance’s buttons.  Diavolo is a lot of fun but he is a world class shit stirrer.” 

“Mammon is the fiance?”  I guess.

She gives me a soft smile.  “Yeah.  He lives at the House of Lamentation too, so you’ll be meeting him soon.  Anyways, we should get going.  Do you need help carrying anything?”

I hold up my duffel bag and my plushie.  “This is all I brought with me.  But you can carry Samson if you want.”  

I hand over the large purple octopus.

“He.  Is.  Adorable.  Levi would love him.”  She cuddles Samson close to her chest as she leads me out of Diavolo’s office.  

“So, right now we’re in the Demon Lord’s Castle.  Diavolo and Barbatos live here, and there are always some high ranking demons staying here too, trying to get in good with Diavolo.  You’ll be here off and on throughout the year for parties and things like that.  Hopefully you’ll escape the “bonding sleepover” ordeal I went through my first year.”  She shudders.

“Bonding sleepover?  Like a summer camp bonding sleepover?” I quirk an eyebrow at her.

She gives me a long suffering look.  “Dia is like a kid in a candy store when it comes to human world activities.  It was his idea.”

I chuckle.  “It was that bad?”

Arianthi holds up a hands and starts ticking events off on her fingers.  

“I got sucked into an evil possessed painting with some others and we ended up in the dungeon.  In the dungeon we were almost eaten by Henry 1.0, who may be the biggest snake to ever exist, like anywhere.  Then when we tried to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping we ended up getting chased by Cerberus and we wound up in the dungeon again.  Where Henry 1.0 tried to eat us.  Again.  And there was a pillow fight where everyone ended up unconscious except for Diavolo and Lucifer.  And me, but only because I was hiding under my bed.”

I stare at her, mouth open, debating if she’s being serious or not.  She looks back at me, face unchanged.

“Oh, wow, you’re actually being serious,” I say.  

I don’t know if I’m terrified or....nope.  Definitely a little terrified after that story.  And why did they want a picture of Lucifer sleeping?

As if she can sense my fear Arianthi gives my shoulder a comforting squeeze.  “I know it sounds insane but every day isn’t going to be like that here.  And you’ll always have someone looking out for you.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief and give her a quick grin.  “Thanks, Arianthi.”

We make our way outside, and I’m startled by the fog and dim sunlight.  

It’s the middle of the day, right?  Or does time work differently here?

I must look confused because Arianthi quickly explains.  “Time works the same here, but the weather is different from the human realm. We don’t get bright sunlight down here.”  

She shrugs apologetically.

“It’s all good,” I tell her with a smile.  “I figured things would be different when I agreed to all this.”

She giggles.  “At least they gave you some warning.  I was one of the first humans picked for the program and they just zapped me out of my apartment without warning.  One minute I’m on my couch watching The Great British Bake Off, and the next I’m down here.  Mammon and Asmo had to take me shopping for a whole new wardrobe.”

“Damn.”  I join in on her laughter.  “So how did you adjust to being here?”

Her mouth scrunches to one side as she ponders my question.  “It was hard, that first month.  None of the demons were really used to humans, and a lot of them didn’t want me here.  But I gradually got closer to the brothers and that helped.  Now it’s hard to imagine my life without them.  They’re family now, you know?”

I nod.  “Do you think I’ll have any issues here?”

“Nah.”  She shakes her head.  “I’ll be looking out for you and whatever classes we don’t have together you’ll have with one of the boys.  Lucifer made sure of it.  But if you do want to go out somewhere be sure to take me or one of them with you.  Some of the lower level demons are still assholes about humans being here.  I get a little more respect now that I’m Mammon’s fiancee and a full time resident of the House of Lamentation.”

We meander through the R.A.D. campus, Arianthi pointing out various buildings and explaining the curriculum to me.    

“Ok, so......the seven demon lords that we’ll be living with.  Lay it on me.  I wanna know what I’m getting into.”

Arianthi takes a deep breath.  “I’ll just give you the rundown from oldest to youngest.  Hold on, because this family is a roller coaster of ‘what the fuck’.”

I snort out a little laugh.  “I’m from Florida.  There is literally nothing here that can shock me.”

“If you say so,” Arianthi replies with a smirk.  “Buckle up buttercup, because we’re going to run through this fast.  Oh, and the brothers are ranked in accordance to how powerful they are, not their actual ages.  But they are all thousands of years old, in case you were wondering.   Anyways the oldest is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride.  He’s Diavolo’s second in command down here.  Very serious, doesn’t laugh much.  He’s like the dad at the House of Lamentation.  But not the fun kind.  Don’t let any of the others talk you into trying to prank him.  Unless I’m in on it, because I’m always down for that shit.”

I have found my people.

“The second oldest is Mammon and he’s the Avatar of Greed.  Don’t leave anything valuable laying around or he’ll take it and try to sell it for some quick Grimm.”

“Wait?  Isn’t Mammon your fiance?”  I’m confused.

She gives me a self-deprecating shrug.  “The heart wants what the heart wants.  We’ve been working on the stealing thing, but at the end of the day he is the Avatar of Greed and it’s hard to control that.  He models too, to earn some extra Grimm.  I’ve been pushing for him to do more of that to curb the stealing.  Oh!  I forgot, Grimm is our currency down here.  I’ll hook you up with some so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh no you don’t have to-” I try to protest but she cuts me off with a smile.

“Really, I want to.  I want you to be able to enjoy your time here, not worrying about trying to find a part time job to earn some cash.”

“Lucifer is the house dad, but you’re totally the house mom aren’t you?”  

Seriously, this girl might be an angel.

She blushes a little.  “Um....guilty.  I sort of fell into it my first year here.  The boys needed someone to take care of them then.”  She pauses.  “They still sort of do honestly.”

I laugh.  “Alright, who’s next?  Hit me with it.”

Arianthi pauses, like she’s trying to come up with the right words.  “Levi.  Well Leviathan, but you can call him Levi.  He’s more introverted than the rest.  Very into gaming, anime, movies.......and a book series called The Seven Lords.”

“I’ve read that!”  I exclaim.  “Great series.  I brought some anime with me too.”

“Cool.”  She grins at me.  “Sounds like you guys have some things in common.  I bet he’d love to see some anime from the human realm.  He’s obsessed with Ruri-Chan too, but I’ll let him explain all of that to you.  He’s also the leader of Hell’s Navy because of the whole lord of the sea thing he’s got going on.  And he’s the Avatar of Envy, so try not to take any of the things he says too seriously when he’s acting jealous.”

“Wait, what?  Lord of the sea thing?”  

Mind.  Blown. 

“Yep.”  She nods enthusiastically.  “He can summon and control sea monsters and all sorts of underwater nightmare fuel.”

“Bad fucking ass.”

“Right?”  She laughs.  “On to the next.  This is where things get kinda weird.”

“Weirder than summoning sea monsters?”  I ask.

“Like daddy who is also my brother weird.”  She answers with a straight face.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I say with a laugh.

“Satan is the fourth brother.  He’s the Avatar of Wrath so try not to piss him off.  He’s very intelligent, loves to read.  But don’t touch his books without permission.  Actually, just stay out of his room all together.”

I look at her and smirk.  “This is all fascinating but I’m still waiting on the daddy/brother angle.”

She laughs.  “Ok, ok, ok.  When the boys fell from heaven Lucifer’s rage was so intense that it became a sentient entity.”

“Satan?”

She shoots me some finger guns.  “Exactly.  Lucifer and the other brothers raised him.  He gets a few characteristics from each of them, but he’s most like Lucifer.  Which pisses him off because he hates the thought of being like Lucifer.  And Lucifer doesn’t want to think of Satan as his son, so everyone just refers to Satan as their brother.”

I shake my head in wonder.  “It’s just like being back in Florida.”

Suddenly a white haired demon comes and grabs Arianthi from behind, picking her up and spinning her around.

“Yo, what the hell?”  I yelp in surprise.

The demon sets her down, hugging her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling his face into her neck.  Arianthi lets out a high pitched squeal as his hair and nose tickle her.  He eventually stops, staring at me suspiciously over her shoulder.  

“Hey babe, who’s he?”  

Awkward.........

Arianthi elbows his ribs.  “Mammon, this is Jax.  They’re the new human exchange student who’s going to be staying with us this year.  So be nice to them.”  

She stresses my pronouns and a look of realization crosses Mammon’s face.  

“Oh shit!”  He looks contrite.  “I am so sorry.  I shoulda thought before I said anything.”  

He releases Arianthi and holds out his hand.

I shake it.  “No worries.  It happens.  Thanks for apologizing though.” 

He gives me a crooked grin.  “Still, I am really sorry.  Won’t happen again.  And if anybody tries to mess with ya since you’re the new human around here, THE Great Mammon will handle it.”

Arianthi rolls her eyes fondly at me and shakes her head behind his back.  “I’m sure Jax appreciates the sentiment, but everything will be ok.”

I grin back at Mammon.  “Arianthi’s probably right, I should be fine.  It’s cool of you to offer though.”

Arianthi wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him adoringly.  “But if any demon does try to give Jax a hard time I’ll tell my big, strong, handsome fiance and let him sort them out.”

Mammon puffs up with pride and he looks down at her lovingly.  “Damn right ya will.”  He presses a kiss to her forehead.  As he pulls away he notices Samson in her arms.  “Oi!  What is that?”

“Isn’t he cute?”  Arianthi holds him up and wiggles one of his tentacles.

I shrug and kick away a rock.  “He’s mine,” I admit.

“Cute as hell,” Mammon says, one slender finger reaching out to touch the plush fabric.  “Levi would love ‘em.”

“That what’s she said.”  I gesture at Arianthi.  

He chuckles, throwing an arm around her shoulders.  “I just wanted to tell ya hi baby.  I gotta run to the store real quick then get back to the house.  I’m on dinner duty tonight with Levi.”  

Arianthi stretches up on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.  “Ok, I’ll see you at home.”

“See ya later.  Bye Jax.”  Mammon gives us a small wave and starts to walk away.

“Oh!  Don’t forget that Beel had practice today so make extra!  He’ll be hungrier than usual!”  She calls out after him.

He turns around and blows her a kiss to acknowledge that he heard her.  She smiles as she watches him walk away, then turns back to me, serious.

“I really am sorry about that.  I’ve told everyone your preferred pronouns so it shouldn’t happen again and if it does -”

I hold up my hands and give her a small smile.  “Hey, hey, hey.  Shit happens.  And it’s not like he did it on purpose.  Plus he apologized, then offered to look out for me which was pretty cool of him.”

She still looks concerned.  “I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself.  Especially at home.  I want you to be comfortable here.”  

“It really is fine.  He figured out his mistake and apologized, and I bet it won’t ever happen again.”  I smile and gently nudge her with my elbow.  “And if anybody starts some shit I’ll just let the house mom take care of it.”

Arianthi gives me a soft shove and laughs.  “Damn right you will.  I’ve got your back down here.”

We start walking again.  

“Ok, who’s next in the line up?”  I ask.

She gives a big sigh.  “The Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus.  You can call him Asmo, everybody does.”

“Lust hmmm?”  I raise my eyebrows.

“He’s sweet, he really is.  Very into self-care and indulgence.  Just don’t spend any time alone with him until we know how his powers affect you.”

I look at her in shock.  “Are you saying he’d try to.......?”

“No! Nothing like that,”  Arianthi reassures me.  “Asmo would never force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do.  But since he is the Avatar of Lust he’s able to bring out other people deepest wishes, kinda like a walking aphrodisiac.  Some people are immune to it, others can learn to block it out.  Those that aren’t have a tendency to.......overindulge in their most decadent desires.”  She gives me a pointed look.  “So until we know how you’ll react, no alone time with Asmo.”

I make my most serious face and give her a quick salute.  “Yes ma’am.”

She uses one of Samson’s tentacles to slap my arm and laughs.  “Smart ass.”

I smirk.  “Alright, Asmo is number five so who are the last two?”

Arianthi chews on her lower lip for a moment, as if internally debating what she wants to tell me.  Finally she gives me a small smile and starts to talk.

“Beelzebub is sixth and Belphegor is seventh.  We call them the twins though, because their father created them at the same time, and they’re extremely close.  They’re together almost all the time.”

I interrupt.  “Wait, their father?  Like God?”

Arianthi’s eyes grow dark and she scowls.  “He’s a piece of shit,” she mutters.

“Did you just call God a piece of shit?”  I ask her, shocked.

“When there’s a dad out there who can make my dad look like Father of the Year, then you know the guy’s a total ass bag,” she growls.

“You just called God an ass bag.  I feel like I’m missing a lot of backstory here,” I respond.

She shakes her head as if she’s shaking away her negative thoughts.  “I’m sorry Jax.  There’s a lot of history you’ll learn this year, and how the boys fell from grace is part of it.  It was hard on all of them, but Beel and Belphie took the hardest hit.  It will be up to them to tell you their side of things though, in their own time.”

“No worries.  I’ve got patience for days.”  I grin at her. “You’ve got serious beef with God huh?

“I’d throat punch him if someone gave me half a chance,” she answers seriously.

“You don’t look like it but you’re frightening.”  I laugh.  “But it’s the kind of frightening I want on my side at all times.”

She laughs with me.  “I told you I have your back Jax.  Always.”

“That means a lot Arianthi.”  

Not many people do now days.  

“So Beelzebub and Belphegor?”   I ask.

“Beel and Belphie.”  She smiles to herself.  “Beel is the Avatar of Gluttony, and his food intake is phenomenal.  Do not ever come between him and his food, and if you see a container in the fridge with his name on it, don’t even breathe near it.  He once wrecked the kitchen and one of the walls to my old room because Mammon and I ate some of his custard.”

I stare at her.  

“It’s like I haven’t even left Florida,” I whisper reverently, and she huffs out an amused laugh.

“A lot of people treat Beel like food is his only interest, but it really isn’t.  He plays sports and he works out everyday, so if you ever want to join him for a workout he’d be thrilled to have a buddy.  He’s really sweet, thoughtful, and kind.  And sensitive, but he tries to hide it so he can stay looking strong for the people he cares about.  He never wants to let anybody down if they need him.  He’ll open up if he gets close to you though.”

“It sounds like you guys are really close,” I say quietly.  

I wonder how Mammon feels about that?

She stops walking and turns to look at me, a shadow passing over her face.  “I’m an only child and my mom and dad weren’t very good at the whole parenting thing.  I wound up in foster care when I was 5.  Stayed there until I aged out.  I would have given anything for a big brother like Beel back then.  He’s really taken care of me since I’ve been here, and been nothing but supportive of me.”  She gives me a shaky smile.  “I’ve got my big brother now so I try to look out for him however I can.”

“He sounds like a really good guy,” I say, suddenly feeling guilty for my earlier thought. 

“He is,” Arianthi answers and we resume walking.  “Belphie is the Avatar of Sloth, so he’s constantly sleepy.  He can nap anywhere, and he gets super cuddly with people when he does, so if that’s not your jam be sure to let him know.  Don’t touch his cow pillow.  He’s pretty sarcastic and he can be hard to get to know, but he’s sweet when you do.”

We turn a corner and she stops in front of a large three story house.  Even though it’s well maintained and beautifully built something feels a little......off about it. 

This place would give the house from Texas Chainsaw Massacre a run for it’s money in the creepy as shit category. 

“Here we are!” she says brightly.  “The House of Lamentation, and your new home for the next year.”

My eyes dart around, taking in every detail of the house as we walk up the steps to the front door.  

Arianthi suddenly pauses with her hand on the doorknob.  “Jax there’s something else you should know about the house before we go in.”

“Ok?” I say, confused.

“Satan is a little bit of a crazy cat lady.  He’s rescues strays and keeps them until he finds new homes for them.  Lucifer says he can only have one in the house at a time, so you may occasionally be called upon to help hide one.  Or five.”

“Totally ok,” I answer with a grin, relieved that the big secret is just contraband kitties.  “I love cats so no problem on that front.”

She smiles at me as she opens the door.  “Great!”

We walk into the foyer and she shuts the door behind us.  

“Also, allegedly some guy murdered his whole family here a long time ago.  So this place is probably haunted.”  She smirks at me.

“Of fucking course it is,” I mutter, playfully giving her a dirty look.

“If it makes you feel better I’ve never seen any paranormal stuff as long as I’ve been here.”

“It does.  A little bit.”  I look over and smile at her.  “Oof!”

I ram into something large, solid and......warm?  I look in front of me and see a very large, very muscled chest.  I tip my head back until I see a pair of friendly violet eyes looking into mine.  

“Beel!”  Arianthi gives him a quick squeeze.  “This is Jax, the new exchange student.”

“Sorry for running into you,” I say.  “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”  

I take a step back so I can get a better look at him.  Like Diavolo, he is huge.  And built.  Really built.  His shaggy, bright orange hair highlights the color of his eyes.  

“It’s ok,” he tells me, smiling before he takes a large bite of the sandwich he’s holding.  He squeezes Arianthi back.  “Hey Arianthi.  When’s Mammon coming home?  He’s supposed to make dinner tonight and I’m starving.”

That smile is goddamn adorable.  

I shake my head.  

Get it together.  You’ve seen cute guys before.  But he is beyond cute.  And built.  And taller than me.  And if he’s everything Arianthi says he is............  

I quickly slam that thought back into its box and tune into their conversation.  

Arianthi is frowning.  “He should be back soon.  If he isn’t I’ll help Levi get things going so dinner isn’t late.”

He beams at her.  “Thanks Arianthi.”  He turns that megawatt smile to me.  “Do you need any help getting your stuff to your room Jax?”

I’m flustered.  Why am I flustered?  I don’t get flustered.  

“N-n-no.  Thanks though.”  I give him a small smile.  

Did I just stutter?  Oh god.  

I internally cringe.  

I see Arianthi’s eyes flicker between the two of us, and she gives me a mischievous smile.   

“We might need help later though.  In case they want another dresser or any of the furniture from my old room brought into their room,” she tells him.  

Beel gives us another easy grin.  “No problem.  I’ll be in my room if you need me before dinner starts.  See you later Jax.”  

He ambles away, munching on his sandwich.

“See you,” I call after him.  

I look to my right and see Arianthi looking at me with a shit eating grin on her face.  

“Shut up,” I mutter.

“He’s cute right?”  She nudges me with her elbow.

Oh my sweet baby Jesus yes!  

“He’s ok,” I say, trying to stay nonchalant.  “Seems nice.”

“Is nice Jax code for a “total snack”?  Or “I want to climb him like a tree and never come down”?”  She snickers, teasing me.

“Ok, you are officially the worst,”  I tease back, reaching out and ruffling her hair. 

“But am I officially the worst and right that you think Beel is a cutie?”  She raises her eyebrows.

I’m saved from answering by Mammon bursting in through the front door, two shopping bags in hand.

“Oi!  H-h-hey Jax.  Hi baby.”  A faint pink blush dusts his cheeks and he tries to quickly edge past us.  “Runnin’ a little late, gotta get dinner goi-”

Arianthi snags the hem of his jacket, stopping him his tracks.  “What’s the rush my love?”

“N-n-no rush.  Just wanna get dinner on time.  Ya know how Beel gets.”

What is he so nervous about?  

I’m suddenly very suspicious.

Please don’t be a fuck boy Mammon.

She pulls him closer and loops her arms around his neck, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.  “Mammon?”  

“Y-yeah baby?”

“Why do you smell likes witches?”  Arianthi keeps her voice light, arching an eyebrow at Mammon.

Ooh, I know that look.  Mom used to give me that look all the time.  Wait, witches?  They have witches down here too?!

“I maybe, mighta stopped at a little card game on the way to the store.”  Mammon’s tone is smug, despite the guilty look on his face.

Arianthi rolls her eyes, smiling.  “How much did you win?”  

“650 Grimm.”   He smiles back at her.

She holds her hand out in a “gimme” gesture.  

Mammon groans, reaches into his jacket pocket, and hands her a thick stack of bills.  “Come on baby.  Aren’t ya gonna let me keep any of it?”

She quickly divides the money, handing half to me and pocketing the rest.

“Wait, what’s this for?”  I ask, confused.

“We agreed that whenever Mammon goes gambling half of whatever he wins goes to you, so you’ll have Grimm for whatever you need here.  And the other half goes to a joint project we’re working on.”  Arianthi laces her fingers with Mammon’s and cuddles into his side.

Mammon’s irritation is instantly gone, replaced by a dreamy smile as he squeezes her hand and presses a kiss to the top of her head.  

“That joint project is going to be amazing.  I just know it,” he softly whispers.  

“What’s the project?”  I ask, curious.  “If it needs any artwork, I could totally help you guys out with it.”  

Arianthi disentangles herself from Mammon.  “It’s a surprise for his brothers.  It’s really sweet of you to offer Jax, but I wouldn’t want to bother you -”

“You won’t!  You wouldn’t be,” I interrupt.  “I feel bad just taking your money like this, even if you guys did plan it.  So let me help you out with whatever art you may need done for this project.”

“That’s really cool of ya Jax,” Mammon says, grinning at me.  “We appreciate it.”

“Seriously,” Arianthi echoes.  “I saw some of your art when I went through your student profile.  They are insanely freaking talented,” she tells Mammon.

I can feel my face turning red.  “I’m not that great,” I manage to mumble.

“Hey, if you’re good at somethin’ don’t go bein’ modest about it,” Mammon tells me.  “I gotta go get started on the food before Beel smashes down another wall.  See ya at dinner.”

“See you,” we respond in unison as he moves towards the kitchen.

“We should get you settled into you room,” Arianthi tells me.  “I’ll show you the kitchen after dinner; you’re on dish duty with me tonight.  I hope that’s ok.”

“Totally fine.”  We start climbing a set of stairs.  “So are you going to let me in on what this surprise project is?”

“Are you going to tell me what you really think of Beel?”  She counters with a smirk.

“Touche.”  I smirk back.  

“Ok, here you are.”  She stops in front of a closed door.  

“That’s Beel and Belphie’s room,” she says, gesturing to the door to the right of mine.  “And Mammon and I are to the left of you.  My private library and office is on the other side of our bedroom.  If you ever need to use it you’re more than welcome to; I never lock the door.  I’ll show you where everyone else’s rooms are tomorrow.”  

“Sounds good.”  I smile at her as she hands Samson to me.

“I’ll let you check out your room and unpack your stuff.  If you think of anything you want for your room we can go check out my old room tomorrow and see if you like anything in there.  I’ll come get you in about an hour for dinner.  If you need anything before then just knock, ok?”

“Ok.”  I open the door to my room, then think of something.  “Hey Arianthi?  Will my iPhone work down here?”

She shakes her head.  “No, but we’ll get you set up with a D.D.D., which is the Devildom version of an iPhone.  Barbatos is supposed to bring one by in the morning for you.”

“Oh cool, thanks.”  I smile at her and she turns to go into her room.  

“Hey,” I say quickly.

She pauses in her doorway and turns towards me.  “What’s up hun?”

“You would’ve made a really good big sister.”

She gives me a gentle smile.  “Thanks Jax.  That means a lot.”  

She slips into her room, softly closing the door behind her.  

I step into my new room and start looking around.  There’s a desk, a couch, a small dresser, and what has to be a king size bed.  

Fucking awesome.  And an en suite bathroom?  I officially love this place.

I drop my bag onto the floor and wander over to look out the window.  My room looks out over a wide expanse of forest.  

Pretty view.  

When I turn back around I notice that someone has left a pile of things stacked in the far corner of the room, next to my desk.  Someone has left me a bunch of............ art supplies?! 

 An easel, canvas, charcoal, sketchpads, pencils, oil paints; I eagerly rummage through what looks to be anything my little artist’s heart could ever possibly need or want.  

Arianthi.  Had to be.  Her thoughtful ass would do something like this.  

Grinning to myself I shuffle over to the bed and flop down, cuddling Samson to my chest.  

I think I’m gonna like it here. 

[imagineaworldlike]

Safe With Me

First of all I just want to say that this is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted so if it’s horrible I’m sorry. I’ve had this idea with Alexei playing in my head since I finished ST3 and I want to continue it and see where it goes. Also, I don’t own any of the characters except Scarlet :)

Any italics in the text indicate Russian dialogue being spoken, because I know I’ll screw that up.

Again, if it’s terrible I’m sorry. Go easy on me. 

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Summary: Scarlet has a deep secret and a tattoo on her wrist she never lets anyone see. When she witnesses an attempted murder at the Hawkins Fourth of July Fair, she feels compelled to help despite not having a clue what she’s getting herself into. She doesn’t know it then, but that decision would change her life and the man she saved forever. 

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1: Savior

As I walked through the fair alone, I took in the many sights and sounds that surrounded me. Children were running and screaming from ride to ride, parents were either following their children or keeping to themselves, and the volume of the music around me was deafening. The thousands of flashing lightbulbs in just as many colors around the booth signs were enough to give me a slight headache.

Rather than focus on those, I looked at the people around me, obviously having the best night of their summer. I did have to admit, this was the best event Hawkins had seen in years. I had been born and raised in the small Indiana town, and now being twenty-two I had no plans on leaving. Despite being comfortable here, I had always isolated myself and didn’t have many friends, which explained why I was the only person walking alone through the crowded fair.

I was wise enough not to waste my money on the games, but fresh cooked kettle corn was a different story. The wait in line seemed to take way longer than it should have, but I was in no rush. As I walked away, kettle corn in hand, I passed by an aisle of games I was sure no one could ever win. Ping-pong ball toss, balloon darts, timed free-throws; all crowded with children and a few of the more watchful parents.

A loud pop caused me to jump mid-step and look immediately to my right. Someone had actually hit a balloon with a dart. I took a few steps closer to see who the lucky child was. I was surprised to see a man standing before the booth, another dart in his hand. He took his aim and POP, another balloon deflated to the cheers of the surrounding children. The man raised his hands above his head in triumph and turned to smile at all the kids reaching for high fives. He looked up and for the briefest second our eyes met. The man wasn’t much older than me, and I was surprised to find that he was actually quite handsome. The smile spread across his face lit up his eyes behind his glasses and his dark, curly hair hung messy over his forehead. In an instant he was once again facing the booth, picking out his prize. I smiled to myself and continued walking.

I checked my watch and saw that it was just after 10:00pm, and even though I wasn’t tired I considered finishing my small bag of popcorn and turning in for the night. In the few seconds I was looking down at my watch I felt someone solid bump into my arm, causing me to drop what amount of food remained in the bag I was holding. I turned to confront the person, but found that they were quickly walking away. It was a tall man with buzzed hair wearing dark clothing, which made him look very out of place. He didn’t even so much as turn in my direction.

“Hey!” I called angrily after him, but he just kept walking like he didn’t hear me. I decided that it wasn’t worth the struggle, and instead picked up my food from the ground at my feet. I was in such a sour mood that I didn’t even want to finish it, so I dropped the bag in the nearest trashcan and decided to just go home.

I took one last look behind me at the man, and saw that he had something in his right hand. As I looked closer, I recognized it as a pistol with a silencer attached to the barrel. He was holding it level, pointing it at the person in front of him as he continued to walk. I saw a slight recoil in his hand and realized with horror that he had shot and nobody had even heard. The man walked quickly away and I was able to see for the first time who he had been aiming at.

I was awestruck to find it was the man who had won the balloon darts. He was now clutching a giant Woody Woodpecker plushie that he had chosen as his prize, and his face was contorted in pain and confusion. The breath caught in my throat as he dropped the toy and I saw the subtle spread of blood across the front of his white button-down shirt. He reached his hand up to touch the wound, not seeming to fully believe it himself. I watched as he began to stumble upon seeing his hand covered in his own bright red blood.

Suddenly, a shorter man rushed up to him with a corndog in each hand. I could make out that he was yelling, probably the man’s name, and he dropped the corndogs on the ground to support his friend. I watched as they both stumbled off between two food stands.

It was in that moment that the world came back into focus for me. All of the people moving around me, the loud music and yelling, it all became too much and blurred my vision. Without even thinking, my feet were moving in the direction the two men had went. I broke out into a jog, pushing past and maneuvering around the crowd before me.

I spotted them within seconds, the man who had been shot was sitting in the grass with his back against a wall while the other man tore off his button down and pressed it against the wound, leaving himself in a white tank. As I approached I heard the shorter man talking, but it didn’t sound like English. He stood and spun on his heel, looking like he was about to take off running.

“I can help.” I stated as I moved past him and knelt down before the man. His breathing was becoming shallow and his grip on the other man’s shirt was already loosening. He managed to glance up at me over his glasses, but his head immediately hung back down in exhaustion.

“Keep pressure on it! I have to go find Jim!” The other man shouted before running off into the mass of bodies just feet away. I watched him go then turned my attention back to the man before me. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was doing this and involving myself in such a seemingly dangerous situation, but something just told me I needed to help.

“Alright, this is probably going to hurt, a lot,” I said as I prepared myself. I moved the other man’s shirt away and lifted up his own so I could actually see the wound, sitting as close to him on my knees as I possibly could. I figured my best bet was to remove the bullet before healing the wound itself; it wasn’t going to do any good staying inside him.

As I mentally prepared myself, a pit formed in my stomach. It had been years since I had done anything like this, and being in public where I was close to so many people was a huge risk. I had vowed to never do this again, but one look at the man before me and that notion was out the window. He groaned and I could tell that he was fading fast; if I didn’t start now it would be too late.

With my right hand, I placed my open palm inches above his wound. I focused on the blood steadily pouring out and imagined the bullet slowly backtracking out of his flesh. I could feel a humming vibration all over my body and I knew it was working even though I couldn’t see the bullet yet.

The man began to squirm and foreign curses escaped his lips. His eyes were tightly shut and he threw his head back, colliding with the wall. I knew it had to be the most pain he had ever felt, but I couldn’t focus on his pain. I had to save him. Maybe if he passed out it would be easier for both of us.

I closed my eyes and focused harder, clenching my teeth together as I found the strength to draw the bullet out. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the end of the piece of metal poking through the hole in his stomach. I pushed harder within myself and in an instant I felt the warm, slick metal in my hand as I closed my fist around it. The man took a deep, ragged breath and managed to lift his head to look at my hand. I opened it and showed him the bullet covered in blood.

“Holy shit.” I heard him mumble in his language, and I could guess what he meant as I dropped the bullet onto the ground next to us. I involuntarily sniffed my nose and looked up at the sky above us, taking in a gulp of air. I couldn’t make out the stars for all the lights, but I knew there was a full moon up there somewhere. Looking back down at the man, I found him staring back up at me awestruck. His wound was still bleeding and I knew I needed to finish what I started.

“This part should be easier.” I told him, knowing he more than likely had no idea what I was saying. This time I placed both of my hands over his abdomen and began to focus my energy on stopping the bleeding and closing the wound. I heard muffled voices behind me and realized the other man had come back.

“What the fuck..” I heard his voice and the gasp of a woman, but I ignored them and kept my attention on the man before me. I watched as blood stopped pouring out of him and the flesh around the hole closed itself from the inside out.

‘Perfect.’ I thought. His skin was slightly red where the gunshot had been, but it was healed and he was alive. I smiled and put my hands down into my lap, breathing heavily. The man looked down at himself and touched where a moment ago had been a fatal gunshot. He looked back up to his friend with an expression of pure wonder.

“Murray, I’ve been healed! I don’t know how..” He looked from his friend to me as he sat up a bit straighter.

“How in the hell did you do that?” The man asked in disbelief. I couldn’t find it in myself to answer in that moment. I had hoped to heal him and leave before anyone saw my deepest secret.

Instead of answering, I put my left hand up above my head and rested it against the wall before me, leaning forward with my head down to catch my breath. I reached up with my other hand to wipe away the small amount of blood trickling from my nose. I felt the many braided bracelets I wore slide down closer to my elbow on my left arm and the woman behind me gasped again. My head immediately shot up and turned to face her.

“You’re one of them,” she said breathlessly and nodded toward the tattoo on my wrist. “You have powers, I should’ve known…” Everyone’s eyes moved to the ‘006’ printed on the skin of my wrist.

[berrybang97]

      'My head is hurting', you croaked, staring into nothingness through a prism of dried tears.

      The room was silent, other than Hyunjin's heavy breathing that came to a hitch as he had finally heard your voice for the first time in the past half an hour. He stared at you through the same lens of pain, eyes tired and filled with regret, and he felt a lump in his throat as he tried to voice out his next words.

      'I'm sorry', was all he managed. You glanced at him, just as exhausted, and you sniffed away another round of nasal secretions, the skin around your nostrils already too irritated from the rough surface of the numerous tissues you have used.

      'Sorry for what?', you questioned rather bitterly. 'For the headache or for this whole god damn stupid fight?'

      There was another minute where the both of you did not say anything. You looked at each other properly for the first time after your heated argument – if you could call shouting, crying and throwing pillows just an 'argument' – has come to an end. You winced at the abundance of hurt on his handsome figure, and you could feel the dry tears crack against the muscles of your cheeks. He looked absolutely devastated. His eyes have never hold so much sorrow and remorse, and you could feel your own heart sinking with pain and a heaving guilt that made your whole body slouch forward as you sensed another round of tears coming.

      You covered your face, droplets of water already sticking to the warm skin of your palms. You bit your lip to suppress any sounds, but it was so hard to control yourself when it quivered so hard against your teeth. You chowed harder on the flesh of your lip, and you could make out the taste of iron against the saltiness of your tears, along with the husky cries that hurriedly left your mouth after the pain became too unbearable.

      'I'm so sorry', you gurgled unintelligibly, shoulders shuddering as you began to cry harder than before. 'I don't hate you, I didn't mean anything of the crap I've said.'

      You couldn’t see him when he stood up from his assigned spot on the floor, but you soon felt his arms wrap around you in what was more than a comforting hug. You buried your face into his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt, as your own trembling arms made their way around his body, pulling him into the tightest embrace you two have ever shared.

      For a solid five minutes, all you guys have managed to do was hug each other, cry, apologise and repeat, and this three-dimensional image of you became nothing more than a symphony of tragic love, a manifestation both visual and auditive, but also so palpable, so real and hurtful, all at the same time.

      You pulled away slowly, trying to regain your breath, but also wanting to look at him, although your soul sank deeper when his flushed, tear-stained face merely reflected your own afflicted expression. Your lip quivered again, but this time Hyunjin cupped your heated face into his trembling hands, and brushed his thumb over the soft skin of your bottom lip.

      'Please don't cry, not anymore, y/n', he whispered huskily. He bit his own plushy lip, trying to suppress a cry of his own. 'It hurts me to see you like this.'

      You leaned into his touch, your now half-lidded eyes skimming over his figure before settling on his mouth. 'It hurts me even more, Hyunjin, to see you overflow with so much pain and anger. Especially because of me.'

 ��    He inched closer to your face, his warm breath fanning over your lips. 'You could never hurt me like this, y/n', he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 'Whatever you do, I'll always forgive you.'

     'You shouldn't', you whispered, so close that your lips were almost touching.

      He did not need to think twice before he closed the space between the two of you in what could have possibly been the most passionate kiss you two have ever shared. Before you could remain entirely breathless, he pulled away panting, chest rising and settling down with every gasp of air.

      'But I want to.'

[truthfulrebellion-blog]

Hysterectomy

Let’s call it what it is. No pussy footing around it. A necessary evil on the way to the end game: phalloplasty. I had been waiting almost six months to hear back about my approval for phalloplasty. I currently have health insurance through Kaiser Permanente, and they had a laundry list of things for me to do in order to present my file to the medical board. I had to transfer my files over from the organization I was seeking healthcare through, as it was cheaper than paying out of pocket for an endocrinologist, to Kaiser. I also had to obtain letters from two medical professionals confirming my need for bottom surgery. The whole process took nearly a year and several trips to medical facilities nearly thirty miles away from my home. My case manager finally called and said in order for the final review to occur, I had to get a hysterectomy.

At the time, I thought that was done by the surgeon performing the phalloplasty at the time of the phalloplasty. With Kaiser, that is not the case. They want anything and everything they have the capability of doing done within their facility. Likely to keep costs down. I didn’t mind. My hysterectomy was scheduled for December 15th, 2018. I had to get blood tests done and watch several videos that didn’t pertain to my situation regarding the procedure. The videos are, obviously, geared towards women. I did what I needed to do and prepared myself for the surgery date. I got a call to move my surgery up about 10 days, even better. Then not 24 hours before the surgery, I received a call stating that it was being delayed for a week. My new date was the 11th. This was terribly inconvenient as my care giver for after my surgery had already taken off work for the original surgery date.

I walked into the facility to check in about an hour early. I had yet another interesting surprise. The surgery was going to cost me money. $475, or close to it. Luckily, I had the money. I was very upset that I wasn’t told about this ahead of time, however. I am paying for the most expensive coverage this company offers so I had as little to pay out of pocket as possible. In the grand scheme of things, $475 is better than $10k. It still would have been nice to know before I showed up. If you have Kaiser, please make sure you know exactly what the costs are before you walk in the door.

I got checked in. I had to remove all of my clothing, put on a hospital gown & surgery cap, and take one final per break. I also forgot to mention I had to stop eating at midnight the day of and wipe my body down with these pre-surgery wipes. I was hungry and my skin smelled weird. They hooked up my IV, fed me my “lunch”, and several doctors came in to ask me questions and verify information. My surgery was supposed to occur at 3pm, but was delayed until closer to 5/530. My surgeon came in to make sure I knew what was about to take place. He also talked to me about a surgeon for bottom surgery in Arizona or New Mexico he was going to refer me to. He had given me the name in our prior consultation. When I looked that surgeon up, I was horrified. The man was fired from the California region Kaiser Permanente for botching transwomens vaginoplasties. The guy didn’t even specialize in phalloplasty. I expressed these concerns to him and told him it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to partner with him for any trans surgeries. Hopefully he heeds my advice. He confirmed that after the surgery, he would stick to the decision to refer me to Dr. Jens Berli of Portland, OR.

I knew nothing of Dr. Berli. There are no results to been seen online, barely anyone who has undergone his procedure even talks about their results, and I couldn’t find any other information besides his starting point in Maryland. I found his Facebook page and did some pretty intense research on him. He seems to genuinely care about his patients and has a passion for what he does. His only negative review is from someone who never had surgery with him because of a communication issue with his staff. Everyone else gave him five stars. So, I figured why the hell not. Hopefully my progress will help others who may be going to Dr. Berli for their phalloplasty be more comfortable with moving forward with him or the surgery itself. I am flying as blind in this moment as some of those who might read this in the future might feel. Trust me. I feel your pain.

I finally went in for my surgery. This time I wasn’t put under until I was on the surgery table. For my top surgery, I was out before I turned the corner on the way to the operating room. The next thing I remember is waking up several hours later and in pain. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was very disoriented. I’m not surprised considering I was on anesthesia. Apparently I wasn’t breathing enough either since my O2 alarm kept going off. I had to stay for an extra hour until I could get my breathing going regularly. Which is hard because I believe I have sleep apnea, and when I sleep I breathe much slower than I do when I’m awake. So I would fall back asleep, stop breathing, and be woken up by the nurses to get me to breathe. I didn’t feel any different than I usually do. I was actually quite comfy. But I’m sure it was uncomfortable for others around me to see me breathe 1-2 times a minute while asleep.

I was in so much pain. The pain meds hadn’t kicked in yet. I had had a total hysterectomy, oophorectomy, and partial vaginectomy. Let me tell you. When your genitals are covered in stitches, sitting fucking hurts. I couldn’t get comfortable. Then I had to go to the bathroom. Lord, that was an adventure in of itself. Once I was done, I had to have the nurse help me pull my maternity disposable underwear and extra absorbent pad on. And to help me get dressed. The was a humbling experience. But those disposable underwear are comfortable AF. I wish I had had more of them. I was only sent home with the 1 extra pair. After I got dressed, they sent my care giver to get the car. They sat me in a wheel chair and wheeled me to the pick up area. Wheel chairs are super uncomfortable. I begged the nurse to let me sit on the plushy waiting area seat, but she told me no. I couldn’t wait to get out of that chair. It hurt so bad.

I’ll spare additional details about the trip home. I was basically in pain in the seat, it took over an hour to get home, and I got right in the couch seat I’d be in for the next week and fell asleep. I had to wake up every 1-2 hours to pee and every 4 hours to take my pain meds. Compared to my chest surgery, the pain of the hysterectomy actually wasn’t too bad. I barely needed any medicine. The worst pain came when I peed. It burned like the surface of the sun, and I could barely get the urine out. This lasted for about 2-3 days. I was bleeding pretty regularly for 1-2 weeks and spotting until the 6th week. I had horrible colored discharge the entire recovery. I actually had to go get adult diapers when my last pair of those comfy underwear got worn out. I couldn’t find any of those huge puffy pads or anything without adhesive.

I think the worst part was not being able to poop. I could feel the poop in my back. I really could. But I could not get my bowels to work. Apparently, this is normal. I ended up pooping on day 5. Best advice? Take stool softeners religiously. I would go so far as to say take a laxative on day 3 or 4 because that poop is going to be quite solid. TMI alert, my first poop after surgery tore a little bit of the inside. Like a hemorrhoid. I’m getting into these details because I wish I had had them. It’s not rainbows and butterflies. It’s bleeding and inability to poop. I also could barely sleep as I had to sleep on my back, and I can’t sleep on my back. I get so unfortable. By day 3 I was sleeping on my side on the other couch. I’m also a bigger guy, so I had to hold my stomach when I got up since there was a lot of pain from my belly hanging. I’m not 300+ pounds or anything, but I do have a beer belly. If you are the same, just be prepared for tummy pain when getting up.

I slept on the couch for 3 weeks. It was so much more comfortable than my bed. And it was easy access to everything. I am almost 8 weeks post op and still get tummy pain. But for the most part, pain and blood free. I do still have discharge coming out. I’ll probably continue to wear the diapers until I run out just in case. I had already ruined a pair of pants when I thought the discharge was done. But after about 7-10 days, I was walking around and driving and doing what I needed to do. It was uncomfortable to sit and bend over, so my roommate had to help with a lot of things. My final observation is to leave the scabs alone. I accidentally picked at my belly scab and one of the dissolvable stitches came loose from my incision. I had that stitch hanging out for at least 2 weeks until it finally dissolved at the base and popped off. My scars look great and my hair has finally grown back on my stomach.

I’m doing all of this well after my surgery, so I am sure I have missed a thing or two. If you have any questions, please give me a comment or a message. I will answer anything.

[kodakmusings]

1 Jan 2019

11:57pm

My 2018 resolutions and results:

1. 1 Second Everyday project - finished, missed 77 individual days but video still ended up being just over 365sec at 6min 16sec since some days were so eventful, I had recorded 2 seconds

2. Start Yelp! and aim for Yelp! Elite - finished, obtained Yelp! Elite status in 23 reviews, kept up with it for another 100ish solid, consistent reviews that were posted immediately after visiting the place, effort waned in the summer and fell behind on reviews, still checking-in to locations consistently though, elite status still active

3. Mature emotionally - success, realized self-worth (again) and ended a very long, taxing relationship that should’ve ended awhile ago according to everyone else taking away many lessons from it, learned to not be so impulsive as previous years, placed myself first finally and learned when to give up, recently learned the meaning of “taking it slow”

4. Maintain Dean’s Honor List status - failed

5. Obtain President’s Honor List status - success, finally got back on this list after missing it since getting it both freshman and sophomore year, last academic year was grueling in terms of difficulty so was only able to get Dean’s Honor List recognition, but given that this past semester was noticeably easier, there really was no excuse not to be able to get back on this list

6. 100% Participation in April - partial success, effort waned starting the 3rd week and disappeared in the 4th

7. Attempt NaNoRiMo - failed, not surprised, when it came down to it, couldn’t find motivation to sit down and flush out ideas written down over the past several months beyond their intros

8. Kick networking into high gear - huge success, everything paid off and the groundwork for future has been fortified, actually less nervous about graduating now and a bit more excited since not everything is up in the air anymore

9. Score a relevant internship (preferably paid) to gain experience and pad resume - huge success, pleasantly surprised at summer internship position and learned immensely from it, so much so that it’s changed my primary focus in terms of where I want to be after graduation, fall internship was also fun and quite beneficial

10. Keep in touch with L, J, S, D, A, & M - partial success,

distance has grown but not surprised considering L moved to TN, we both know the relationship is very weak now but don’t want to acknowledge it, I would mourn if it came to it

distance has also grown for J but still a lot closer than expected & am grateful for him still, he is a gem

S fell through sort of as that’s my fault since I completely forgot about her special day when she reached out to invite me to it

D is in LA now but our friendship is still going steady & we’ve made a pact now...wonder if it’ll ever come to that

A was rough & there were months of silence between us but he realized his immature behavior and made an effort to make amends so we’re solid now, I’m happy for him finally growing a spine again, he loves living in SD now

M...very recent reconnection, I’ve so much to say about this and yet feel as if it’s too soon to say so we’ll see, but for now, I’m glad to have him back, no one quite like him

11. Start a skincare routine - success, newfound love for face masks

12. Try and learn how to do some makeup - success, only tried mascara and eyeliner and between the two only stuck with mascara and by stuck with I mean I know how to apply it now nand wear it rarely, for very special occasions, eyeliner was too frustrating after too many failed attempts but aiming to try again eventually (I really have no choice since adulthood is approaching fast), still refuse to mess around with anything else like highlighter, foundation, blush, eyeshadow etc.

13. Start a new hobby - success, keen interest in collecting hard enamel pins, decals, convention pro/press badges, POP! Figures, & Nendoroids...and plushies still

14. Come forward about it - failed, thought about this many times and realized that from every angle it really was it but didn’t want to admit it aloud to anyone and it’s been 2 years since it happened so there’s no point in bringing up the past now, already learned to live with it this far

15. Hit 100lbs - failed, peaked at 94lbs in March & November but currently 91lbs

16. Keep up with photography - failed, due to various circumstances my motivation and love for it has severely declined, I’m sad about this, hoping it’s not permanent

17. Improve writing - minor success, might be too harsh on myself here but at least I write pretty regularly now, better than before? Probably, but I won’t admit it often as I still am not where I want to be with it

[kadtherine]

changing the world to be ours

A/N : based on this request. 

summary : "and if it had been meant for phillip to go through pain, doubt and fear for him to get his happy ending, then he’d happily walk through Hell all over again. he’d walk through fire without a doubt, knowing that anne would be waiting for him, her hand in his. real, solid and warm." 

fandom : the greatest showman 

pairing : anne x phillip, carlwheeler 

word count : 2,484. 

 you can also find this on ao3.

Phillip could have sworn that he had barely been in his bed for a minute before he heard the piercing cries. Anne stirred beside him, but her eyes stayed closed as she tightened the covers around her. He groaned and sat up, running a hand over his face before he pushed himself off, stretching his arms over his head. Phillip startled at a bright light coming from outside, closely followed by a growl of thunder. He glared at it, as if it were the reason of all of his troubles. Well, it was the reason the toddler was currently wailing, surely terrified by the loud noise. He lightened the lantern sitting on his night table - Phillip took pride in the stillness of his hands as he cracked the match and lit the candle - before slipping on his slippers and stepping out of the bedroom. His steps were slow and quiet, Phillip looking over his shoulder every two seconds to ensure that Anne was still asleep. She gave a soft snore and Phillip had to stiffen a laugh, grinning at the sleeping form of his wife.

Despite his lack of sleep, Phillip’s heart clenched at the sound and his pace quickened as he made his way to the nursery. Cracking the door opened, he found the youngest Carlyle standing up in her crib, bawling her eyes out as her gaze darted from the windows of her room to the door. Her cries intensified when she caught sight of her father standing at the threshold, her arms already held out to him.

“Hey, hey, peanut,” Phillip rushed in, carefully settling the lantern on her cabinet. He picked her up from the groan, the toddler immediately wrapping her arms around his neck, “What’s the matter, baby? Did the storm scare you?”

As if on cue, thunder boomed outside and the toddler gave a loud shriek before burying her face in the crook of Phillip’s neck. Phillip shushed her, rubbing her back as he paced back and forth, resting his cheek on her head.

“Hey, it’s okay, Abby. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, her soft curls tickling his face as she settled against her father’s chest, “Daddy won’t let anything happen to you.”

Phillip grinned as she gradually calmed down, her body trembling with hiccups and her face wet with tears. Abigail Marie Carlyle was definitely a daddy’s girl - W.D had joked that they had doomed her from the start by naming her so. She had gotten her bright blue eyes from him and the mess of light brown curls from her mother. Once she had started to crawl, Abigail had taken to follow Phillip every and anywhere - it was an entire ordeal for him to be able to bath without the toddler close behind. Phineas, like during Anne’s first pregnancy, had graciously offered to fill in the ringmaster’s position, giving the two time to recover - well, really giving Anne to recover - and spend some time with their children. 

Their oldest, Teddy would be turning five years and had turned to be the perfect big brother, ever the attentive one when Abby would try to put one of his trains in her mouth or stuck a marble in her nose. While Anne would still have one more month to recover and rest, Phillip would be require to return to the circus in less than a week and he could already hear the piercing cries following his departure. Maybe he’d be able to convince Phineas to fill in for him for another two weeks.

Phillip looked down at the now quiet toddler, smiling softly when seeing Abby’s opened blue eyes, two fingers stuck in her mouth. Phillip kissed the top of her head and, holding her against his chest with one arm, went to her crib, taking a monkey plushie out of it. Abby squealed at the sight of it, reaching for it with one hand while the other hit Phillip’s cheek repeatedly. Chuckling, he gave it a small squeeze before he handed it to her, placing it between his chest and Abby’s so it wouldn’t fall to the floor. Swallowing a yawn, Phillip dragged himself to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and dropped into it, blowing a raspberry as he did. Abby giggled at that, letting the toy drop on his lap so she could pat his cheeks and mimic the noise. Grinning, Phillip leaned backward, stretched his legs in front of him and reached for the rug folded over the back of her chair, draping it over the both of them. Phillip cocked his head to the side and Abby propped herself up so she could stare back at him.

“Come on, peanut,” Phillip pushed a curl away from her face and sighed, closing his eyes, “time to sleep.”

After a few seconds of silence, he cracked an eye open to find Abby staring back at him and swallowed a groan. Running his fingers through his hair, Phillip began rubbing circles on Abby’s back, hoping the motion would lull her to sleep. A loud yawn managed to escape his mouth before he could cover it and Abby took the opportunity to sneak a finger in. He smirked, somewhat in victory, when she mimicked his yawn, her eyes closed as she let her head fall and sprawled her arms against his chest. Phillip continued rubbing her back, the sound of the rattling rain against the window strangely comforting as he rocked them back and forth. Looking up from Abby, Phillip’s gaze was drawn to the threshold. More particularly, to the figure standing there.

“Hey little man,” Phillip said, grinning when Teddy stepped into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “What’s going on?”

“Can’t sleep,” Teddy muttered, stretching his arms over his head and exposing his stomach, “I’m thirsty, Daddy.”

“I’ll make you a cup of warm milk as soon as Abby goes to sleep, promise,” Phillip nodded for him to get closer.

The little boy did so, dragging his feet behind him before dropping on his father’s lap. Phillip poked the exposed flesh, smirking when Teddy recoiled with a shriek, pulling his shirt down before hissing himself higher so his head rested on Phillip’s shoulder. Phillip’s smirk softened into a smile when Teddy’s attention turned to his little sister, his eyes curious and his movements careful as he sat up on his lap.

“Hey Abby, look who’s here,” he whispered, the toddler drowsy against his chest.

Teddy caressed his sister’s cheek with a finger before lying back against him. Phillip lifted the rug, covering Teddy before he wrapped an arm around his shoulders, grinning when he snuggled against him. Phillip cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Did the thunderstorm wake you up?”

Phillip watched as Teddy’s brow furrowed in thought before the latter shook his head, playing with the collar of his father’s shirt. Thunder boomed outside and Teddy startled, his eyes a bit wider, while Abby whined and squirmed. Phillip tightened his hold against the two.

“It’s okay to be scared, you know,” Phillip said, rubbing his back.

“M'not scared,” Teddy mumbled, his voice muffled by Phillip’s shirt.

“Alright,” Phillip nodded, a small smile tucking at his lips, “Well, I’m a bit scared so I’m glad I’ve got the two with me here to keep company.”

Teddy’s eyes widened at the revelation, as if bewildered by the mere thought that fathers did get scared. Phillip stifled a laugh, letting a small humpf of surprise when Teddy wrapped both of his arms around his waist, his hold tight and comforting, meaning to say that he was here, there was no need to be afraid. Phillip tightened his hold around him, a lump in his throat and his eyesight suddenly blurry. Snorting, he buried his face in Teddy’s hair and held on for another entire minute before clearing his throat. Teddy looked up at him and Phillip grinned, ruffling his hair.

“Can I have pancakes instead of milk?” Teddy asked and Phillip couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden change of subject.

Teddy frowned at him, obviously very serious about the matter and Phillip had to bite the inside of his cheek. He cleared his throat again, running his fingers through Teddy’s hair.

“It’s too late for pancakes, but I’ll make some for breakfast,” Teddy’s frown deepened and he looked like he was about to protest. Phillip leaned in and added in a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ll even make you four instead of two.”

Teddy gasped at that, nodding fervently at the offer. His enthusiasm was interrupted by flashing lighting and booming thunder and Teddy buried his face in his father’s chest, his hold around Phillip tightening ever so slightly. Phillip wasn’t sure if Teddy was trying to comfort him or himself. He looked down to his chest, smiling when he caught sight of an asleep Abby. He rested his chin on the top of Teddy’s head.

“Do you want to hear a story about how thunderstorms came to be?”

Phillip let out a sigh when he felt Teddy nod under his chin. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and let words leave his mouth, stories about the greek god and Zeus’ legendary anger - anger that was as legendary as the thunderbolt he wielded. His gaze would fall to Teddy every now and then, checking to see if the boy had fallen asleep. He hadn’t. Teddy was staring back at him with wide, curious eyes and a gaping mouth, enraptured by the tales. That was how Anne found them, half a hour later. Abby peacefully sleeping on Phillip’s chest, a hand keeping her secure against his chest while the other moved as he told his story. Teddy had his head propped against his closed fist, struggling to keep his eyes open while listening to his father. Her eyes went to the flickering candle by Abby’s crib before they moved back to the three on the rocking chair, all oblivious to her presence. Always aware of his surroundings, Teddy seemed to notice her - failed - discreet entrance, perking up on his father’s lap.

“Momma!” Teddy shrieked, interrupting Phillip’s retelling of greek myths.

Abby whined, squirming on her father’s chest, both parents holding their breath and bracing themselves for new wave of cries. She turned her head into Phillip’s neck and let out a content sigh when comfortably settled. Anne let out a sigh of relief while Phillip let his head fall back, running a hand over his face. Anne cracked him a small smile and before she reached for a box of matches inside of the drawer, cracking a match and and rekindling the lantern’s candle. Setting the box and used match by the lantern, Anne tightened her robe around herself and walked toward the rocking chair, her arms wrapped around herself. Teddy’s previous excitement had already died down, his eyelids heavy as he leaned against Phillip, thumb stuck in his mouth.

“Hey baby, you look awfully comfy there.”

“We are,” Phillip wrapped an arm around his waist, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Too bad there’s no more room available.”

“Oh really?” Anne cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed by the rebut. Phillip shrugged

“Don’t be silly, Daddy!” Teddy jumped off his lap and grabbed one of Anne’s hands, dragging her to the chair, “You can sit there, Daddy’s almost done with his story,” he added, patting Phillip’s thigh.

“How very considerate of you, kind sir,” Anne sat down, leaning back against Phillip’s chest, the latter putting a hand on her hip, “It’s nice that we have at least one gentleman in this house.”

Phillip snorted and resting his chin on her shoulder, pinching her side and snickering at her small yelp. Ignoring him, Anne beckoned Teddy closer and grabbed him under the armpits, bringing him to her chest. Teddy hummed, draping an arm over Phillip’s chest and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

“Daddy said he was going to make pancakes, y'know,” he mumbled, his eyes closing on their accord.

“Did he, now?” Anne murmured, passing her fingers through his hair.

Teddy hummed, giving a small nod, “Yes. Can we go to the circus after breakfast?”

Phillip exchanged a look with Anne and sighed, rubbing Teddy’s arm, “We’ll see. Maybe.”

Teddy hummed again, his thumb in his mouth and his breathing evening. Phillip slowly lifted his hand from his arm, as if afraid the boy would awaken at the sudden lack of contact. He didn’t, much to his relief. Teddy withdrew his arm, using his hand as a pillow while Anne kept playing with his curls. Half of his face was hidden by her long brown hair and Phillip couldn’t help but chuckle when Teddy scrunched up his nose and sneezed, brushing away her hair. Anne looked up at him, a grin stretched over her face and eyes shining with tears. Phillip sat up, both hands on Abby’s back when the latter whined at the sudden change of position. Surely noticing the concern in his gaze, Anne gave a small chuckle and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Look at them,” Anne whispered with a sniff, looking down at Teddy and Abby, “we made them.”

“We did,” Phillip agreed, wrapping his arm around Anne’s waist and brought her closer to him, “we made them.”

Their story hadn’t been an easy one, some would say that they were doomed from the start.Him, the bored, rich and white playwright who had ran away to join the circus after a drunken night with P.T Barnum. Her, the black trapeze artist who was admired in the light and spat on in the dark. Phillip would like to say that it had only taken a look for them to figure it out. But it didn’t. Rewriting the stars wasn’t something aimed to do in the course of days - or at all, like Anne had pointed out to him early in their relationship. It had taken much more than one look to build the life he had now. The universe had decided to take their story in its own hands, burning down their world so they’d be able to rebuild one where they’d be able to fit in, to love each other. Feeling his eyes on her, Anne looked back at him. Brown met blue. Stars realigned, forming a constellation of their own. She lifted a hand to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

“I love you, Phillip Carlyle.”

And if it had been meant for Phillip to go through pain, doubt and fear for him to get his happy ending, then he’d happily walk through Hell all over again. He’d walk through fire without a doubt, knowing that Anne would be waiting for him, her hand in his. Real, solid and warm. Returning her smile, Phillip covered her hand with his and gave it a squeeze.

“And I love you, Anne Carlyle.”

[crowned-ladybug]

These requests happened a While ago but I’m only getting back to the last of them now. Sorry. (Also, this isn’t very good and I’m very much aware. I just really wanted to write even if it didn’t agree with me)

“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”, Robbie & Anti, 1.1k words

Robbie tries his best. He really does. And frankly, Anti only leaves him alone for a minute or two while he gets them both drinks.

Robbie was absolutely determined to wrap all of his Christmas present himself, and Anti happily offered to help. And with Robbie’s poor coordination and lack of experience, he definitely was in need of help. The two of them settled on the living room floor surrounded by rolls of colourful wrapping paper, sticky tape, and markers (because Robbie wanted to doodle happy things onto the wrapping paper) and got to work eagerly. Well, Anti did, mostly, because Robbie kept getting distracted by everything possible, so in the end Anti had to wrap most of his gifts for him too (besides his own, because with Dark being out of the house, dragged away to do some festive activities with Mark and his friends, Anti had decided that he would take the opportunity to wrap some gifts of his own).

And now Anti has left him alone for two minutes and come back to a very amusing sight.

Robbie somehow already has sticky tape and bits of wrapping paper in his hair and stuck to his sweater, and a blue line in marker on his left cheek. He tries to pull the closest roll of paper to himself, but grabbing and yanking on it only makes it unroll in the opposite direction. Robbie grapples after it with a disapproving “ooooh” sound and falls over in the process, having no aversions to crawling around on the floor anyway. He finally gets ahold of the paper and grabs the next box in need of wrapping with his free hand. He wants to try figuring out the size of the paper needed the way Anti has shown him to – putting the box on the paper and rolling it around. But for some reason he tries to pull the paper over his lap for that and drops the box onto it with more carelessness than advised. The box’s corner tears a hole in the paper as it lands. Robbie picks the box back up again and raises it above his head, staring at the accidental hole he’s just created with surprise and regret.

“Oops.”

That’s when Anti loses it. He has to lean against the doorframe to not lose his balance while laughing. Robbie’s head immediately shoots up to grin at him, not exactly sure why Anti is laughing but being proud that he’s laughing because of him.

“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?” Anti giggles as he walks over, a glass full of orange juice in each hand. One of his ears flicks with his calming laughter. He sits back on the floor next to Robbie and hands him one of the glasses, and Robbie signs “thank you” before downing half of it in a couple big gulps.

“Wrapping...presents,” Robbie announces a little choppily, though he looks at the torn wrapping paper like he’s trying to say sorry to it. “Didn’t work perfect.”

Anti snorts, but it turns into fond laughter soon after. “I can see that.”

“...oh.”

Smiling, Anti takes a sip from his glass and then puts it down on the nearby coffee table. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then takes Robbie’s glass too when he hands it to him, and puts it down next to his own. “The trick is,” he starts casually and patiently. It’s not a conscious choice, he always treats Robbie like that. He was shocked when Oliver pulled him aside one day and told him that he’s doing a great job treating Robbie like a person and not a clumsy kid and not making him feel bad for his less-developed skills. “that the paper needs to be on a solid, flat surface, and then it won’t tear!” he pulls the paper Robbie has used closer to himself, and places the box on an intact part of it. “See? Like this.”

Robbie pays close attention, and with Anti guiding his hands here and there, he manages to fold the paper over the box and put sticky tape over it quite impressively. Not every fold is flawless, there’s way more tape than necessarily needed, and there’s a few odd ends poking out here and there, but Anti is still proud and so is Robbie. When they’re done, Robbie pulls the box onto his lap and starts doodling flowers onto the plain red paper in blue marker. The combination of the two colours makes black, but Robbie doesn’t seem to mind.

“Who’s that one for, Robbo?” Anti asks as he grabs one of his own presents still in need of wrapping and gets to work.

“Jee,” Robbie says, not looking up from the work he’s concentrating so hard on. Jee stands for Jackie in his simple vocabulary, and Anti knows.

“Oh, and what did you get him?”

“Flower,” the zombie informs, and Anti is about to start telling him that maybe boxing up a flower wasn’t the best idea when he adds: “Plushie.”

Anti immediately sits up straighter, staring at the other curiously. “Wait, where the fuck did you find one of those? I’ve been wanting one for ages!”

Robbie stops drawing and laughs at his response with small, happy giggles that make Anti’s heart melt a little. “Annie!” he giggles, then puts the marker down to sing a more complicated sentence he’d have trouble fully saying. “If you really want one, I can get you one for your birthday!”

“That’s really nice of you, but my birthday is in October. It’s still a lot of months until then,” Anti smiles fondly and gets back to wrapping his own gift. It’s a damn mug as well, and he has no idea how to wrap those nicely.

“Ugh...” his expression drops, then he rubs his nose with his open palm like Seán tends to, and Anti chuckles at him. “Va...Vala...Vavalallie...Vali...”

Anti laughs. “What are you trying to say?”

Robbie shakes his head and spells it out in ASL instead, because big words are definitely not his thing, but he hates not knowing the signs he needs for them. “Valentine’s Day? I’ll get you one for that.”

“Oh...oooh!” Anti thinks for a moment, then his eyes light up. “You know what? Yeah. Valentine’s is not just about romantic shit. Hell yeah, if you get me a flower plushie, I’ll get you lots of chocolate.”

Robbie throws his hands up with a cheer. “Yay!”

Anti laughs fondly at him. “Yay indeed.”

[skeletorific]

UT/US/UF/SF skeles waking up next their s/o for the first time?(non-sexual of course)

This kind of turned into general “sharing a bed” headcanons” as well.

UT!Sans: Real talk, he will not be waking up before you, this time or any other. A warm body in his bed is the perfect cure for his insomnia and he hasn’t had that benefit since Papyrus stopped having nightmares about the human under his bed. And unless last night went well(if you know what I mean) he probably won’t be cuddled up to you. He’ll keep a hand on you in some regard (usually in your hair), but he overheats pretty easily at night so he’ll likely stay on his own half of the bed.

The first time he blinks for a few seconds, not really sure why you’re there, but when it finally clicks into place a slow lazy grin spreads across his face, more genuine than usual. “mornin’” He sits up, stretching a bit as his bones pop back into place. He massages his neck and looks over at you. “was gonna ask you if you were warm enough last night, but…” he grins, looking at the pile of blankets you pulled onto the bed. “think you’ve got it covered.” You smack his arm to hide the small laugh bubbling up and he chuckles, standing up. “hungry? paps probably left us something for breakfast.”

You nod, getting up and moving to go outside. Just before you step out, though, he wraps an arm around your waist and presses his teeth to your temple. “that was nice. we should do that more.”

UT!Papyrus: He’s an early riser. Always. It only gets worse on the Surface. The second sunlight streams through his blinds he is wide awake and ready to start the day. He doesn’t really have the patience to wait around for you to wake up, either. He gets fidgety. 

The first time he tries to stick it out but after around half an hour he’s bored out of his mind. He thinks it’ll be rude to wake you up, though, so in the end he just goes downstairs and starts fixing breakfast, throwing some extra blankets on top of you to make up for his absence. Eventually he might even get a life-size plushie of him that he can leave for you to cuddle. Coming down to it, why doesn’t he have that already?

When you wake up he greets you with a wide smile and a hug. “GREETINGS DATEMATE! I WATCHED YOU WHILE YOU SLEPT, YOU LOOKED VERY ADORABLE!” 

In the future he likes to leave notes by the bed if he has to go work before you get up.

US!Sans: Like Tale Papyrus he’s an early riser but he doesn’t really have those hang-ups about waking you up (at least the first time). He gets really excited to say good morning to you so he’ll start nudging…..okay, shaking you until you’re up at whatever ungodly hour his little hyperactive body perked up at.

And he knows you’re pissed at him, but he also know you cannot resist him when he’s being adorable. why stop exploiting that now?

“GOOD MORNING!” He says, eyes bright and smile wide. “SORRY FOR WAKING YOU, BUT I COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER!” He starts peppering your cheeks with skelekisses until you stop being annoyed. Then, just as you’re starting to respond in kind, he bounds out of bed. “I’LL GO MAKE BREAKFAST!”

Leave em wanting more.

In general he’s pretty cuddly in his sleep but if snoring bothers you I’d stock up on earplugs. He snores LOUD. He also likes to wake you up before he has to go so he can be sure he’s always the first voice you hear, but he’ll usually let you go back to sleep afterwards.

US!Papyrus: I beg of you, ensure that you did not drink too many fluids before bed. At first, you think its going to be nice. Your first night just sharing a bed with your boyfriend. He has an arm around you, holding your back against his rib cage and pressing his teeth into your hair, and its warm and nice and you feel so safe and loved. 

But for as wonderful and cuddly as your boyfriend is, he sleeps like a ROCK. You will not be able to get out of his grip for anything, and you would have to be screaming at the top of your lungs to wake him up once he enters REM. For the sake of your bladder and the sheets, don’t drink anything before climbing into bed. 

When he finally wakes up he’s confused for like a solid five minutes why there’s another person in his bed. Once all his brain functions get together, he cuddles closer and buries his face in the back of your neck. “morning, honey. mind not moving for another 5 hours or so? thanks”

UF!Sans: In general he’s with Tale Sans (and to a certain extent Swap Papyrus) in the camp of will never be up before you. But the first time is an exception. 

He is fucking clingy  in his sleep. Like with a certain level of determination you can break out but his body will be curled around you as much as humanly possible once he loses consciousness (and oftentimes before). But he’s not really used to having someone else in his bed, so once he starts rising out of deep sleep a bit his body senses the other presence and he wakes up with a start.

It takes him a couple of minutes to calm himself down and he wraps his arms back around you. He’s not a sappy type of guy, but there’s something vaguely emotional about this for him. Sleep was kind of its own social thing in Underfell. If you let yourself fall asleep in front of someone, it was the ultimate sign of trust, like letting them press a knife to your throat. It said that you trusted them enough not to dust, harm, or sell you out while you were vulnerable. Underground, he only had Papyrus (and later Frisk) who he had that level of trust with. He knows its not as big a deal to you, but….its a responsibility he takes very seriously. 

He’s usually a bit of a grump in the morning and does not wake up well without coffee (although if you bring him a cup in bed he may promptly make out with you). Be sure to ask him how he slept. He’s a chronic insomniac and likely won’t tell you when its acting up, but if you ask him directly, he’s a terrible liar in the morning. 

UF!Papyrus: No beating around the bush, this boy is uncomfortable to sleep with. Even for a skeleton he’s unusually pointy. He also cannot figure out where to put his hands, has a hard time relaxing, and he only sleeps on average 3-4 hours a night and is not  good at staying quiet. Its to the point where honestly he wouldn’t be that offended if you wanted to have separate beds for nights where you aren’t…doing anything. 

But that first night, despite the hours of awkward and suffering and is it too warm in here are you too warm shit my cheekbones are hurting them…..he’s up early as always, and yet can’t pull himself away. Its in this small moment, when the entire world seems dead….he feels as free as he’s ever been to just stare at you, to drink you in and not have to worry about how much emotion his face is betraying. He finally relents and wraps his arms around you, cuddling into your hair and sighing contentedly. Once he feels you starting to stir he settles both of you into a more appropriately distant but affectionate position and waits for you to wake up.

If he’s in a good mood he likes to bring you breakfast in bed. Also he generally doesn’t let you sleep late. If he’s up he prefers for you to be up shortly after, but you can eventually get him to compromise. 

SF!Sans: Chronic toss and turner. You will accidentally be kicked out of bed soooo many times, especially early on. Also he steals blankets. In fact, maybe you should just have separate blankets. Even in his sleep he is a tenacious little fighter.

Oddly enough he’s one of the most affectionate early in the morning. In general he’s with Boss on the “no PDA unless I say so” spectrum but in the early morning he rivals Tale Papyrus. He gets especially poetic the first time you too spend the night together. 

‘GOOD, YOU’RE AWAKE.” he kisses your forehead. “I WAS WONDERING WHEN I’D BE TREATED TO THOSE STARS IN YOUR EYES AGAIN.”

Tell anyone about this and he’ll immediately deny it. And they won’t believe you anyways. Still, its in the mornings when its easiest to trace the resemblances to Blueberry.

SF!Papyrus: He prefers to sleep on top of his partner. Part protective gesture part ensured pillow. He’s a fairly light sleeper but very quiet when he wakes up so you’ll likely never know.

The first time he stares at your face for a while, tracing your features. Syrup is drawn by any displays of vulnerability. They’re exceedingly rare Underground. He likes seeing your face when you’re off-guard entirely. After that he nuzzles back into your chest and falls back asleep.

He doesn’t like to get out of bed too fast in the morning. In there its warm and safe. Out there its stressful and uncertain. Easy decision. He may even fake sleep and refuse to move off of you. 

[choisgirls]

Valentines: Saeyoung

A/N: ffs you guys im ready to sleep for days lets have a cuddle/sleep party right here and now bring all the plushies, thank you ~Admin 404

He’s very excited but also very confused by Valentine's day.

Since he met you, he's shown you how much he loves you every single day!!!

Okay well once he got past the whole "stay away from me I'm dangerous" portion of it all he was extremely loving. Never once left you wondering just where you stood with him. Since he's so open about his love, what is the need of celebrating this holiday? He gives you silly presents all the time! Whatever you want, he's gotten it for you! So why bother with Valentine's Day?

But, on the other hand!! He's very excited that he now has someone special in his life he can celebrate with! He can spoil the one he loves and get spoiled right back! Not to mention, he now has his brother back! Can he celebrate brotherly love on this holiday as well?

He had no ideas what to do for you though. He wants it to be special, and fun! But he also wants to do something for his brother. Is he allowed to combine the two? Would either of you mind? Is it wrong of him to do that? HE JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE RULES WERE!

After searching everywhere on the internet, he still had no clue what was okay and what wasn't okay to do for Valentine's Day. How could the internet let him down like this?! He's spent days trying to think of something for all three of you.

One day, he's gotten so frustrated that he's slammed his head against his desk repeatedly for a solid 5 minutes. Vanderwood came in to the sound of banging and stood with their arms crossed, watching as the younger man smacked his head against the table.

"As much as I'm loving this, what is your problem?" they asked, watching as the red head shot up, pushing his chair away from the desk.

"I!! HAVE RESEARCHED!! FOR DAYS!! AND I STILL HAVE NO ANSWERS!" he complained, stomping his foot like a child. Vanderwood raised an eyebrow, questioning his temper tantrum.

"Answers foooor...? What, exactly?" they asked, as Saeyoung threw his hands in the air in a huff.

"For what to do for Valentine's Day! What to do for both MC AND Saeran! What am I supposed to do?!" the pitch of his voice rising with each word he spoke, running his hands through his hair. "I want it to be special for the both of them!! But also I don't want it to get awkward or creepy either!! All the ideas I've seen online are romantic which I mean is great for MC but what about Saeran? What am I supposed to do for him?!"

"I'm pretty sure your brother is fine without celebrating Valentine's Day with you," they threw at him, throwing their hip out to the side. "It's more of a romantic thing anyway, isn't it? Why bother trying to do something for your brother then? That's just weird."

"I have to show Saeran I love him too!!! Strong brotherly love!!!" he sighed before sitting back down in his chair, leaning his chin in his hand. "I just want to spend every holiday with the two of them! Holidays are for the people you love, and I love the both of them very much." He looked at his mouse, staring off into space. Too many thoughts were running through his head at once, he couldn't focus on anything, let alone listen to whatever Vanderwood was telling him.

"Hello?? I'm talking to you!" they shouted at him. They tried to snap their fingers by his ear, but when they realized that wasn't working, they smack him up-side the head. "Hey!! Will you listen to me when I'm talking to you!?"

"Hm? Oh, Vanderwood, what did you say?" he looked at them from the corner of his eye. He was only half listening to them, so he didn't bother to make any effort to turn to them.

"I said, why don't you all go and do something together like at an amusement park, or the beach, or hell, even something cliché like a picnic in the park?" they suggested. "You could all just spend some time together, then later on in the night you can spend some alone time with MC, make it romantic."

"That's.....actually a good idea! Yeah! I'll plan like a day trip sort of thing!" he declared, jumping from his seat a second time. "I'll plan something all of us will love! Maybe I'll gear it a little towards Saeran, then I'll spend the rest of the night romantically with MC.... Yes! That should work!" he turned Vanderwood around and began pushing him out of the room. "You gotta go! I have planning to do! I have to think! Go go go!" he called before slamming and locking the door behind him.

The rest of the day was thinking and planning everything. Where to go, what to do, and what to do later on, for you! He even waited until both you and Saeran were asleep and packed over night bags for the three of you.

He risked his life waking up Saeran the next morning. He was able to coax him into the backseat of one of his babies, wrapped up in a blanket, asleep across the seats. Waking you up and getting you dressed was way easier! You tried to tell him "Happy Valentine's Day" when you sat up but he refused to let you? You tried again, thinking maybe he was just too excited to let you speak, but he covered your mouth- making it fairly obvious he didn't want you to say it yet. So, you went along with his antics, knowing that it would more than likely turn into a great time.

The three of you were on the road in less than an hour, Saeyoung cranking the radio up, the two of you singing along terribly, and Saeran cussing the both of you out the entire ride.

"PLEASE. PLEASE TELL ME WE'RE ALMOST THERE. I CAN'T TAKE THE TWO OF YOU ANYMORE. NO! DON'T TURN IT UP! HEY- I'M TALKING TO THE BOTH OF YOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Saeran started screaming at the top of his lungs, as the both of you sang at the top of yours. After hours in the car, you look around to see snow all around you outside. You turn to look at Saeyoung, who's trying to stifle a laugh because Saeran was sitting in the backseat with wide eyes, and his face practically against the window.

The moment Saeyoung parks in front of a cute, homey looking cabin, Saeran practically rolls out of the back seat while his brother shoots out of the front seat, not bothering to shut the door. You calmly get out, and watch as the twins already started building snow forts, throwing hastily made snowballs towards each other's faces.

"Um, you guys? Maybe you should bundle up in warmer clothes before getting too into your game? You don't want to get sick!" You called out, laughing at how their faces went from determination to a pout, both grumbling as they walk back towards the car. "Wait, do we even have warm clothes? I didn't pack a bag because ssoommeeoonnee didn't tell me what their plans were," you sassed, raising an eyebrow towards your boyfriend.

"Hey hey hey, I came prepared!" he defended, opening the trunk of his car, "I packed overnight bags for all three of us!" He dished out the backpacks before grabbing the keys to the cabin, leading you all inside. With bags haphazardly thrown into their respective bedrooms, and everyone bundled up in winter coats, scarves, and gloves, you sit on the porch, watching as the brothers resumed their snowball war.

You knew how much it meant to Saeyoung to spend any and every holiday he could with his brother, so it didn't bother you that he was in the snow with him. You enjoyed your time watching the two of them, keeping score, and being the referee- calling one or the other out when they play dirty. But you never let them figure out that you were the one throwing a few when they least expect it.

Hours went by, and once the sun went down, Saeran is asleep on the couch, and Saeyoung is coaxing you back into the car. He drives to a drop off high on the mountain, and lays a few blankets over the hood of his car. Once the both of you are cuddling close on top of the car, there's only silence between the two of you while you watched the night sky. Shooting stars flew by constantly, and he kissed your forehead every single time he saw one.

"MC, I'm sorry I didn't take much of a romantic route this Valentine's day. It.. well it was my first one so I wasn't sure what to do, but I also didn't want to leave Saeran out of it completely, you know? I just wanted all of us to enjoy our day as a mini vacation and celebrate our love for each other collectively," he whispered against your forehead, pulling you closer as he gets further into his explanation. "But I'm hoping laying here, in my favourite spot- the one I used to run to every time work got too tough or I couldn't handle my feelings- the one place that meant the most to me, is romantic enough for you."

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest, and when you pulled away to look at his face, you could tell how sincere his words were. One hand on his cheek and one tangled together with his, you pull his face back to yours, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

"You said it meant a lot to you.. why? And why did you say 'meant' like it was in the past?" you asked him once you pulled away, and you watched him smile down at you.

"It's always got fresh air up here, makes it easier to think. You can see the stars perfectly at night up here too, lots of shooting ones, great for making wishes. But now I have you and Saeran, I don't need to wish on them anymore. Wherever you are is my new favourite place," he said, giving you the biggest, sweetest smile he could. He may be a big goof but he's such a sweetheart and you couldn't help but bring him in for another kiss. Then another, then another. After a while, he pulled away from you and looked you dead in the eye, a thick layer of seriousness flooded his face.

"MC, do you think the aliens can get us up here? Hey what are you- Hey!! Don't push me off of the car! MC! It's cold! Let me back into the blanket please I'm sorry! I won't ruin the moment again!"

[tomatoredd]

DUE TO CRITICAL DEMAND:

Here’s the convo I had about what if there were other amalgam rejects living out there! (Warning, this is hella long and I don’t know how to put stuff under the cut on mobile *shrugs* Plus they're aren't final and I'm thinking to either scrap the idea or rename them and change their appearance!)

Me: Dude what if…….. There are other rejects……. Just like Tomaglam…… Except it’s the leftover trio of Edd, Matt, and Tord……. The Lorg Squad™

It’s been a few months already of Tomaglam moving in and befriending Mattom, Paint Matt, and Cola Edd, minding his own business and having a overall content and happy mood. It wasn’t until one night he hears some thumping sounds from the floor above him. It actually agitates him, since he has sensitive hearing and it’s kinda hard for him to sleep too. Even Mattom gets peeved, since the Matt side of him needs his ‘beauty sleep’. Cola Edd doesn’t mind tho. It wasn’t until almost a week later from hearing those sounds that Tomaglam honestly LOST IT and stormed upstairs to find who’s making that racket. There, he notices that the floor is abandoned and VERY rundown. It looks like it was barely made when this building was built. There’s only a few lights in the hallways, even less than the floor he’s living on. His temper simmered down to fear, as he lurks slowly around the hallway, not knowing what reject may be living on this floor. It wasn’t until he reached one hallway corner, that he heard a doorknob turn and open. Stuck in terror behind this wall, Tomaglam only peered to see who was there. The shadowy figure soon emerged from the door, and Tomaglam could make out faintly the color of green.

Edd?…..

He didn’t mean to say this out loud.

It was his neck mouth who said it.

As he says this, the reject makes a small yelp, and starts to run away, until hearing a loud thump and some moaning. Tomaglam left the safety of the hallway corner and started to walk down the barely lit hallway. There, tripped on the floor was the reject Edd clone. Tomaglam was honestly thrown off……

It looked like him.

Well, it’s Edd however.

As the Edd clone picks himself off of the floor, their many eyes meet and they both gasp. They spend the good few solid seconds after seeing each other to look at each other’s features. The Edd clone seemed to have eight legs, six arms, and about six eyes. He seems to don’t have any extra mouths however. The duo just stares in eerie silence until Tomaglam pipes up and asks slowly if the Edd clone is okay. The clone hesitates, until replying. His voice seems slurred, but not as broken as Tomaglam’s. It’s very hushed however. He’s okay, but he tripped over his many legs, which are still sprawled out. Tomaglam slowly goes forward and gives a hand (actually, MANY) to help lift off the Edd clone from the floor. The Edd clone seems to be shorter than Tomaglam, but nonetheless is tall. They continue to just stare until,

“sooooooo. you'rrrrreee liiikkee meeee?…..”

“I-I-I- gUESs……..”

“………..”

“………..”

“H-H-HooOOWWwww L-L-LoOngg yOU'veee beEENnnn heRee?”

“a weeeekk”

“H-H-HooOOWww LLooOOONNGGGG YO-U-U BEeennn aLONE?”

“………. sssssince ttthe riiott”

“……………..”

“……………..”

“W-W-WhAt haPPenDDD tOOO t-t-thE oth-thers……”

“diiiied.”

“O-OH.”

“theeee rubbbble fellll on themm anddd theyyy goott cruusshhedd”

“N-No neED to-to-to eXplaIN. It-it-it hAPPenD to mE TOO.”

“………rEAAALLLLYYY?!”

“YeS.”

“ouch.”

“It-It-It’s oKay. WHaT iS yOUR n-naME?”

“………. i don’t haavee onee”

“………..”

“………..”

“I-I dIN’T hAve one tOo. B-B-BuT NOW I DO. It’s T….. TOm…… Tomalgam.”

“ohhhh thaatt’s niiceee!!! whhaat wouldd iii be?”

“…… OctEdd?….. sINCe Y-You haVe eIGHT leGs?”

“errmmmmm noooo”

“HUH. I’ll cAll YoU eDDiE foR nOW?”

“okkkaaaay!”

And thus the friend ship was born. Eddie soon showed off his room, and it’s worse than what Tomalgam’s once was. There’s nothing but rubble and some crushed cola cans stacked in a corner of the dim room. Tomalgam soon starts to befriend more Eddie and after a week or so he introduces him to the other rejects. In comparison to Tomalgam, Eddie is MUCH more shy but is still kind, but it took him awhile to fully befriend the others. Eddie soon moved into Tomalgam’s apartment since it’s so spacious and clean, and that he doesn’t want to live alone. They bump into each other frequently, but the honestly don’t mind. They’re both so glad they found somebody who’s 'just like me’.

It wasn’t until another month passed and they both heard some noises up stairs again……..

It was a Matt clone this time, and oh boy how emotionally broken he was.

The duo went up again hoping to find the reject and befriend them, to only find the Matt clone curled up in the corner of a empty room, scared to even glance at them. The Matt clone seemed to have only two normal legs surprisingly, but he did have ten arms, a cluster of eight eyes, and two mouths. He just moaned and flinched when the duo got closer to him, his many arms batting and fanning at them to go away. It took awhile, but eventually they managed to not scare him and he soon trusted the duo. The only thing is, he has a very, VERY broken way of speech. It’s like he barely talked at all. He’s loud too, compared to Tomalgam or Eddie, who speak much softer. Eventually they found a name that could suit the Matt clone, Mattiple (Matt+Multiple). He’s much more critical of thinking he’s a monster and is very self-conscious thanks to his vanity trait from being a clone of Matt. Eventually he would push this to the side as he hangs out more and moves in with Tomalgam and Eddie. Tomalgam’s apartment is more compact now, and eventually the other two also start to get some stuff of their own. Cola Edd gives a steady supply of cola to Eddie and Mattom & Paint Matt helps Mattiple get plushies and other knickknacks. They don’t mind tho, since the trio is now closer and is overall is much happier and content with themselves (Mattiple only being the one who needed more help to convince he’s not ugly etc., mostly by Paint Matt who went through the same struggle and that he’s a Matt clone, so he can 'feel’ what Mattiple is thinking)

Everything was great!

Until the Tord reject came along……

There was a rumor of a reject terrorizing the others, along with a few other volatile ones too. But this one was rumored to have many arms and mouths all over it’s body, claimed by the few unfortunate clones who got attacked,

and survived.

It wasn’t time until this Tord reject made it to the floor that Tomalgam lived on……..

The last thing Tomalgam could remember was him slowly opening his front door to see what the source of a loud sound that sounded to be on the same floor. As he opened the door, he heard some eerie growls of a shaded figure down the hallway, until it started to barrel towards him and then it all turned red…..

When he woke up, he couldn’t feel some of his arms, and the horrifying taste of blood and flesh was in his mouths. As his vision slowly snapped into place, he was at the end of the floor’s hallway, blood splattered across the wall and ceiling, as Eddie and Mattiple loomed over him in worry but also some fear…… As Tomalgam started to stand up, he felt drowsy, until realizing blood was oozing all over his body and limbs, looking like bite marks. And then, a few feet away from him, was the intruder.

The Tord clone was bloodied, beaten, and knocked out. He only had four arms and four legs, and only four eyes. However, his hoodie seemed to be previously ripped, revealing all over his entire body was mouths, all fanged and elongated. As Mattom, Paint Matt, and Cola Edd soon emerged out of their rooms, Tomalgam was already dragging the Tord clone to a spare room in the hallway.

He can already tell it’s going to be a hard night when the Tord clone wakes up….. But AT LEAST he should come up with a name up with a name for him……

@hoplocats: i m gonna cry….. c h ild re n… eddie probably realises at some point that thier names are all technically puns and just 'hurr hurr hurr’

[michaelfallcon]

In New York City, Waypoint Cafe Is A Gamer’s Paradise

In New York City, you shouldn’t be surprised by any kind of business that exists here. Don’t blink an eye at whatever sort of cafe hybrid you may stumble upon, whether it’s a nail salon that serves lattes or a surf shop that brews single origins exclusively. However, when video games and coffee collide, it may be worth taking a closer look—like at Waypoint, the city’s first eSports specialty cafe.

Electronic sports, otherwise known as eSports, have been around longer than most people realize. While their popularity has climbed exponentially in the last decade, the act of competitive virtual gaming started as early as 1972, when Stanford University hosted tournament rounds of the game Spacewar. In the ‘90s, the rise of the internet paved the way for battle-oriented PC games like League of Legends and the iconic Massively-Multiplayer Online game World of Warcraft. They gave users across the world a chance to connect and compete, with companies like Nintendo and Blockbuster sponsoring tournaments with lavish prizes like Ferraris and huge cash jackpots. The creation of World Cyber Games and the Electronic Sports World Cup in the 2000s set the tone for serious gaming, and the establishment of Major League Gaming in 2002 made them one of the biggest gaming leagues in history. Today, eSports arenas exist all over the world in addition to countless LAN centers (gamer talk for eSports play centers), and prize money easily dips into the millions.

Your typical, somewhat sterile experience at a LAN center includes a too-comfortable computer desk chair, two massive computer monitors, and library-carrel-style dividers between gamers. With plain walls, neon lighting, and over-ear headphones, no distractions come between you and the game. Even food can be limited to heated automatic vending machines, when you have a quick few seconds in between battle rounds to inhale some Top Ramen before returning to your station. How fun does this sound to you?

For those looking to game with better breaktime options, and even those simply in need of a good coffee, NYC’s Waypoint Cafe upgrades the LAN center experience significantly. Their solid, front-facing coffee bar not only improves the quality of the gaming experience, it also offers a gathering place for the gaming community and beyond.

Luigino Gigante behind the bar at Waypoint

Waypoint opened just this past fall on the Lower East Side, a business built by former game and hardware reviewer Luigino Gigante. While Gigante comes from a heavy gaming background, he also grew up in a family of restaurant owners. Gigante’s coffee interests came out of a mixed, caffeinated family upbringing, along with a preference for cold brew over Red Bull during finals weeks in college.

“I’m Italian and Puerto Rican, so I come from two very different schools of thought [about] coffee,” Gigante explains. “On my father’s side, it’s just straight espresso, and my mother’s side is very light, sweet, different pour-over types of coffee,” he says.

After noticing how unsuccessful LAN centers around him were, Gigante opened Waypoint, drawing inspiration from Uncommons Cafe, a similar nook in Greenwich Village that combines coffee with board games. Waypoint’s location is also intentional.

“A lot of people don’t know this but the Lower East Side has a lot of history in gaming, actually,” Gigante says, noting its proximity to Chinatown Fair, which was for a long time one of the oldest remaining traditional arcades on the East Coast. Chinatown Fair was “not like a Dave and Buster’s style of arcade,” Gigante insists. (Though it has since closed and reopened, with an unfortunately less traditional flavor.) 

The Lower East Side was already a place where a lot of PC, fighting, and arcade games were already played. Waypoint seeks to pay homage to the neighborhood, as well as become a community space for gamers again.

And while some multi-purpose businesses tend to focus on one feature over another, Waypoint is committed to both the art of gaming and specialty coffee. Serving Black Cat espresso from Intelligentsia on a La Marzocco Linea Classic and controlled drip brews from BUNN, plus cold brew from local roasters Death Wish, the cafe takes its coffee game seriously and its décor playfully. A plethora of plushies and action figures rest on the shelves of pastries and in between bags of coffee, and drink specials incorporate video game themes with them, i.e. the “star seeker sour” and “mur-lox” bagel.

Gamers can also expect to get a snack that surpasses your average heated vending machine. The full cafe menu includes salads and hearty chicken and mozzarella sandwiches, while pastries are a mix of goods made in-house and from Amy’s Bread.

The LAN center itself, however, maintains the average complexion of dividers and massive monitors. While the front serves as a social space, take a few steps back to the dungeon of computers, where users can access their own gaming accounts via ggLeap. The fun begins with classic, reputable games like League of Legends, DOTA (Gigante’s personal favorite), Minecraft, and World of Warcraft. Waypoint also hosts events and tourneys to truly test your skills. And don’t worry, just because this is a cafe doesn’t mean you’re getting kicked out by 7:00pm. Waypoint stays open till 10:00pm during the week and 2:00am on the weekends, which means even non-gamers can get a late-night caffeine fix.

In a crowd of freelance workers, gamers, and coffee enthusiasts, Waypoint has truly brought together an odd yet fun mix of people.

“There were a few kind of gaming communities that were flung out and spread and now they’re all starting to come here. It’s fun meeting new people,” Gigante says—even if it’s IRL.

Waypoint Cafe is located at 65 Ludlow St, New York. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Katrina Yentch is a Sprudge contributor based in New York City. Read more Katrina Yentch on Sprudge.

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[mrwilliamcharley]

In New York City, Waypoint Cafe Is A Gamer’s Paradise

In New York City, you shouldn’t be surprised by any kind of business that exists here. Don’t blink an eye at whatever sort of cafe hybrid you may stumble upon, whether it’s a nail salon that serves lattes or a surf shop that brews single origins exclusively. However, when video games and coffee collide, it may be worth taking a closer look—like at Waypoint, the city’s first eSports specialty cafe.

Electronic sports, otherwise known as eSports, have been around longer than most people realize. While their popularity has climbed exponentially in the last decade, the act of competitive virtual gaming started as early as 1972, when Stanford University hosted tournament rounds of the game Spacewar. In the ‘90s, the rise of the internet paved the way for battle-oriented PC games like League of Legends and the iconic Massively-Multiplayer Online game World of Warcraft. They gave users across the world a chance to connect and compete, with companies like Nintendo and Blockbuster sponsoring tournaments with lavish prizes like Ferraris and huge cash jackpots. The creation of World Cyber Games and the Electronic Sports World Cup in the 2000s set the tone for serious gaming, and the establishment of Major League Gaming in 2002 made them one of the biggest gaming leagues in history. Today, eSports arenas exist all over the world in addition to countless LAN centers (gamer talk for eSports play centers), and prize money easily dips into the millions.

Your typical, somewhat sterile experience at a LAN center includes a too-comfortable computer desk chair, two massive computer monitors, and library-carrel-style dividers between gamers. With plain walls, neon lighting, and over-ear headphones, no distractions come between you and the game. Even food can be limited to heated automatic vending machines, when you have a quick few seconds in between battle rounds to inhale some Top Ramen before returning to your station. How fun does this sound to you?

For those looking to game with better breaktime options, and even those simply in need of a good coffee, NYC’s Waypoint Cafe upgrades the LAN center experience significantly. Their solid, front-facing coffee bar not only improves the quality of the gaming experience, it also offers a gathering place for the gaming community and beyond.

Luigino Gigante behind the bar at Waypoint

Waypoint opened just this past fall on the Lower East Side, a business built by former game and hardware reviewer Luigino Gigante. While Gigante comes from a heavy gaming background, he also grew up in a family of restaurant owners. Gigante’s coffee interests came out of a mixed, caffeinated family upbringing, along with a preference for cold brew over Red Bull during finals weeks in college.

“I’m Italian and Puerto Rican, so I come from two very different schools of thought [about] coffee,” Gigante explains. “On my father’s side, it’s just straight espresso, and my mother’s side is very light, sweet, different pour-over types of coffee,” he says.

After noticing how unsuccessful LAN centers around him were, Gigante opened Waypoint, drawing inspiration from Uncommons Cafe, a similar nook in Greenwich Village that combines coffee with board games. Waypoint’s location is also intentional.

“A lot of people don’t know this but the Lower East Side has a lot of history in gaming, actually,” Gigante says, noting its proximity to Chinatown Fair, which was for a long time one of the oldest remaining traditional arcades on the East Coast. Chinatown Fair was “not like a Dave and Buster’s style of arcade,” Gigante insists. (Though it has since closed and reopened, with an unfortunately less traditional flavor.) 

The Lower East Side was already a place where a lot of PC, fighting, and arcade games were already played. Waypoint seeks to pay homage to the neighborhood, as well as become a community space for gamers again.

And while some multi-purpose businesses tend to focus on one feature over another, Waypoint is committed to both the art of gaming and specialty coffee. Serving Black Cat espresso from Intelligentsia on a La Marzocco Linea Classic and controlled drip brews from BUNN, plus cold brew from local roasters Death Wish, the cafe takes its coffee game seriously and its décor playfully. A plethora of plushies and action figures rest on the shelves of pastries and in between bags of coffee, and drink specials incorporate video game themes with them, i.e. the “star seeker sour” and “mur-lox” bagel.

Gamers can also expect to get a snack that surpasses your average heated vending machine. The full cafe menu includes salads and hearty chicken and mozzarella sandwiches, while pastries are a mix of goods made in-house and from Amy’s Bread.

The LAN center itself, however, maintains the average complexion of dividers and massive monitors. While the front serves as a social space, take a few steps back to the dungeon of computers, where users can access their own gaming accounts via ggLeap. The fun begins with classic, reputable games like League of Legends, DOTA (Gigante’s personal favorite), Minecraft, and World of Warcraft. Waypoint also hosts events and tourneys to truly test your skills. And don’t worry, just because this is a cafe doesn’t mean you’re getting kicked out by 7:00pm. Waypoint stays open till 10:00pm during the week and 2:00am on the weekends, which means even non-gamers can get a late-night caffeine fix.

In a crowd of freelance workers, gamers, and coffee enthusiasts, Waypoint has truly brought together an odd yet fun mix of people.

“There were a few kind of gaming communities that were flung out and spread and now they’re all starting to come here. It’s fun meeting new people,” Gigante says—even if it’s IRL.

Waypoint Cafe is located at 65 Ludlow St, New York. Visit their official website and follow them on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

Katrina Yentch is a Sprudge contributor based in New York City. Read more Katrina Yentch on Sprudge.

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