#and i checked it out and Hell Yeah i did like it

[wandixx]

Christmas in Mount Justice

cartoon version of Young Justice, written instead of sleeping and I'll be honest, I kinda run out of steam at the end, but it'd take me until next year if I didn't push through, so here it is, and hopefully it's not quite visible where I started pushing through it, I hope you'll enjoy

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“Since, hopefully, this is the last time we're seeing each other before Christmas–” Black Canary announced, stretching after finished training“ I wish you all merry and healthy and boring Christmas” she finished with a wide warm smile. Danny barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. This goddamn worst time of the year. He checked once more if his mental shields were up. According to M'gann, ghosts were really loud on mind reading wavelengths so he needed to keep them up most of the time. He wasn't an asshole to drown his friend in absolute hatred of Christmas.

“You too Black Canary!” Wally yelled, running like the earth was burning to get cookies M'gann baked “By the way, what are your plans?” he asked upon his return.

Did they really have to keep talking about it? Danny was half considering just dropping through the floor to escape this conversation but chose against it because he really didn't want to answer all the questions it would cause or hear a ‘you can't deal with all unwanted conversations by escaping them’ lecture again any time soon. He could and he would, the Freakshow incident was just one way to prove it.

“B and I have to attend some stuffy rich people party” Robin said with clear displeasure “I still need to plan what mess to stir there. Chandeliers swinging are banned and so is arson so I have to get creative.”

“You actually set something on fire?! That's sick as hell!” the speedster's enthusiasm didn't waver as he threw a few cookies at Danny. It was nice that someone remembered about Danny's slightly enhanced metabolism. They (both Young Justice and Amity squad) still didn't understand it completely but the working hypothesis was that he needed to eat more to make up for ectoplasm he couldn't consume in quantities big enough for his ghost side since it was poisonous to humans and he had to dose it carefully. Being a halfa was rough like that some(most)times. 

“Well, lighter is easy to sneak inside–” Robin explained and honestly Danny never expected to hear Gotham’s feared vigilante go over logistics of arson but he guessed it was his life now, he could use this info to do something about at least one Christmas tree in Amity or share it with Sam. She mentioned some upcoming rich people party too”–and amount of alcohol there is astonishing, really you'd think that people would try to stay sober on event like that but apparently–”

“I'm having dinner with my mom and some family friends–” Artemis interrupted “Can't wait spend God knows how many hours with all of them talking over each other and asking awkward questions” she tried to sound displeased but there was no way she could hide her fondness and wasn't that a wild thing to see. Seriously, he almost choked on a cookie. In theory Danny knew some people genuinely liked Christmes but–

Just like that? Just happy to–

Yeah, he knew but couldn't quite comprehend. Sam was exactly like that, found but trying to seem annoyed to keep up with her goth persona. Tucker was way more open about his delight.

For Danny Christmas was only too loud because everyone was singing badly and too bright because of lights and too stuffy and there was this damned argument about Santa and yelling and fe–

“Oh, me too! We also planned a movie night with Central Rogues, this time it's Cold’s turn. I wish he won't pick Die Hard again…”

Well, Danny guessed movie night with Rogues, that clearly meant an off evening since they wouldn't try to stir things up while watching the movie, sounded like a really nice idea. Personally he would do without people who try to turn him into a pulp every other day but apparently things worked differently in Central.

“King Orin wanted to introduce me to some surface celebrations as well,” Kaldur said with a warm smile and halfa forcefully stopped himself from giving their leader a weird look. Even him?! Betrayal, absolute betrayal! 

“Well, I don't really celebrate so I'm staying here, maybe training a bit, I'm not sure yet,” M'gann announced shyly and it took all his willpower to not hug her for being the only sensible person in the room.

“Yeah, I'm staying too. Apparently I'm not invited to family gatherings” Conner added bitterly. 

“Honestly your not missing much,” Danny muttered “It's just perfectly prepared and measured argument breeding space, believe me”

Wally tried to protest but one pointed glare and it dissolved through power of ‘don't make Conner feel about it any worse than he already does’. Danny felt a little guilty for using it to sooth his own hatred towards Christmas but not too much. He really wanted to reassure his friend and ways he went about it were no one else's business. 

“And what are your plans, Danny?” M'gann asked gently after he didn't continue. He really wished he didn't have to answer but keeping his emotions hidden meant nobody could see that something was up and say ‘you don't have to tell if you don't want to’ or other shit like that.

“Not sure yet. I think I will crash with you here honestly. If we believe this magic book we found, there is a Christmas truce in Zone, so there shouldn't be any ghost attacks and your company is always great,” he smiled sincerely.

“Wouldn't your parents ask questions if you just skipped Christmas, though?” Wally asked a bit cautiously but Danny waved his concern off with a vague ‘eh’ sound.

“Will you show us some Christmas traditions then? As a part of ‘earthly traditions’ course?” M'gann's eyes almost shone with excitement and Conner looked hopeful and it made him feel conflicted. The whole point of crashing in Mount Justice with two aliens was to not touch anything Christmas related with thirty feet long stick but alas M'gann asked nicely and was pretty. These were two big ideals fighting inside of him then and there while he tried to keep his face and outer mind blank enough to not bring any suspicion.

Betrayal to second, no third, power! He wanted to escape this hell of an experience! 

But well, he could shape the experience in a way that's the least painful and M'gann and Conner were really great friends…

“Sure”

He couldn't quite match her enthusiastic grin or even Conner’s bit smaller one.

He was going to regret it, wouldn't he?

***

“Guys, I messed up so bad…” Danny whined,  curling on Sam's enormous bed covered in fluffy blankets and nice pillows.

“What did you do this time?” girl asked with a smirk. Halfa was sometimes mad how well his friends knew him and didn't take his dramatics as seriously as he would like to.

“I wanted to have a sleepover at Team's HQ during Christmas, you know, to escape it. Only ones who will stay are Miss Martian and Superboy, aliens, so I thought it's a good idea. And then they asked me to show them ‘earthly Christmas traditions’ and I AGREED!” he yelled, his hands flying dramatically at the confession.

His friends, little traitors they were, just laughed.

He came to get some help, advice on either doing this introduction well because Danny Fenton was known for a lot of things but half-assing projects he agreed to do wasn't one of them (homework was obligatory without his consents ergo didn't count) or gracefully getting away from mess his idiocy brought onto him, not to be laughed at! He had enough of it at other times.

Though they got to work when they calmed down, making Danny revisit the idea of not talking to them ever again and throwing it out of the window.

“Alright,” Tucker started, preparing his note and planner apps before continuing “what do you want to show them? Gingerbread house?”

“Of course” Danny huffed because as much as he hated Christmas and its traditions, gingerbread house was decent one. Making one at Tucker's place three years ago when he had been introduced to the idea was one of his best memories related to the holiday. Even though it was cut short by trip to the ER because dumbass little Danny had wanted a little gingerbread man he set aside and he had eaten him still all fresh and 350°F hot and got severe burns in his mouth and throat because apparently his instinctual response to burning in his mouth was to swallow instead of to spit.

“Gifts.” Sam raised in a way that meant she was not taking any complaints and Danny didn't really want to argue. His track record with gifts from his parents wasn't too good ever since he had a brief just-like-dad phase and they didn't realize it ended after a month but other people knew how to fix it. The Voyager Lego set he got from Sam the year before still made him smile when his eyes landed on it. 

Tucker noted it down. “What else? Christmas tree?”

Danny winced but nodded. He wasn't too fond of it but it was too big to miss it.

“Ugly sweaters?”

“Superboy would actually develop laser vision if I tried it”

“Movie marathon? I can lend you some DvDs”

“Yeah, it's probably a good idea. Kid Flash mentioned it too.”

“Santa Claus?” Sam asked with a smirk and Danny threw a pillow at her.

“Who is Santa Claus? I never heard of him, must be a Rhode Island thing” he answered with a straight face, not knowing how many times he will have to repeat it.

**

Phantom: hey guys!

Phantom: want a Crisscross Christmas

Phantom: ?

Artemis: The what?

Phantom: oh, you know

Phantom: this thing were we draw aech othres names anf have to buy a gift

Kid Flash: you mena Secret Santa

Kid Flash: ???

Phantom: never heard of that

Phantom: thats a wierd naem

Phantom: but if rules match, call it whatever yoyu wnat

Aqualad: I like this idea

Robin: GIft drop-off on 27th is okay for everyone?

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Robin: i take that for yes. 50$ budget?

Kid Flash: Robin, Rob, Bob, my best pal. I have 5$ and single slice of bubblegum to my name rn

Kid Flash: No, actually no bubblegum anymore

Kid Flash: 10$ is top I could spend

Phantom: Same

Artemis: Same

Aqualad: Me too

Miss Martian: I'm not sure if me and Superboy have any money, actually

Phantom: See Rob?

Phantom: just be a good samamritanina and give them 10$ instead og flaunting batmans money

***

"Important question. How do one pick a present?"

"You know, it's good if it's something personal, either in a way that it's something they want or need, a gag gift that'd be funny for both of you, or just something that made you think of them"

"Yeah, yeah, I read the mom blogs, none of this actually helps, what am I supposed to get for Artemis?!"

***

"Alright, so. I have a list of things I think you need to learn about Christmas. We're kinda late to the party, so I cut off some stuff because there is no way we would make it in time."

"Sounds about right, what do we start with?"

"Most classic of classics, the Christmas tree, Batman already greenlit it, so it's waiting outside"

***

"So, Christmas tree is evergreen plant, conifer, sometimes only branch or synthetically made model, that, if living, is cut down from Christmas tree nursery, and then put inside the house, usually in the living room or other space that is considered repre-"

"Danny, we live in society, we have basic knowledge on American traditions that is literally everywhere. We don't need it to be spoon fed to us in a voice more robotic way than Red Tornado, literal robot"

"Conner!"

"What?! I'm not wrong"

"Sorry. Let's get to decorating then?"

"If you want to ramble, we'd be more than happy to listen. It's obvious that you took a lot of care to learn everything."

"Speak for yourself"

"Conner!"

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, with what exactly do we plan to decorate it?"

"Oh, this one is easy. I asked around people to donate some stuff, and Batman got us few things after I asked for permission for the tree. He even asked Justice League to drop us some things too."

"That's nice of them"

"Yeah, though I'm a bit worried about gifts from Arrows and Robin, y'know. They all had this type of smile that means either a gag idea, merch or exploding glitter and I'm not sure which option scares me the most"

"Glitter"

"Glitter"

"Yeah, you're right"

***

"Did… um… did Superman bring anything?"

"Yes, actually! He brought pretty big box of stuff and mentioned dropping of some food for Christmas in the morning or the afternoon of the first day. He said he was happy that you got the experience even if he isn't able to be the one to give it to you. I think he is coming around"

It was an interesting thing about Danny. He wasn't all that good with authority figures or frankly adults in general, and he never passed on the chance to tear in Superman for his treatment of Conner, if he saw the man, but in private he was surprisingly pro-Superman and tried to make them "see his perspective" with some pretty convincing arguments. Everyone else was still unimpressed but Danny never gave up.

M'gann still wasn't sure if in these circumstances she found it cute or annoying.

"Bullshit"

"If that's what you want to believe in"

***

"Oh, hello Megan! Red Tornado, would you like to join us in decorating the Christmas tree?"

"This… seems like a decent idea. What is the procedure of it?"

"We already put on the lights, so now we're placing baubles and other hanging decorations, before we finish off with paper chains and these fuzzy boas. We need them evenly spread out on all of the tree, preferably in a way, that things in similar colors aren't right next to each other, alright?"

"Yes, Phantom, instructions are clear"

"Great. Do we want some music in the background? My friends usually play some Christmas songs to get us all in 'the right mood' as he calls it?"

"Good idea, I'll play something."

"Thanks Meg"

"Just hear the sleigh bell jingling…"

"Is this… yeah, it's Carpenters, it's Jazz's favo- oh shit"

"Got it!"

"Nice catch Conner! Red Tornado, sorry I didn't clarify before, we're not decorating the side by the wall."

"Understood"

***

"We have only one last thing left then"

"Yeah?"

"The star at the top. The youngest child of the family usually get the honor. Conner, it's you time to shine~"

"Shut up already"

"How is he supposed to reach the top though? He can't fly"

"Step stool or someone has to hold him up lion king style"

"Lion king- Don't you dare! Keep those hands to yourself! Danny!

***

"So, what's next on your magical list?"

"Gingerbread house. It's a moment for you to shine Meg, because I'm absolute mess in the kitchen and I don't think Conner is much better"

"Actually-"

"blah, blah, blah, absolutely perfect, could be hired at Michelin star restaurant right this instant blah, blah, blah"

"Oh, you little-"

"I believe the arguments are supposed to start at the Christmas table and not before. It seemed to be consensus in my sources. Was I mistaken?"

Conner stopped dead in his tracks, as confused as M'gann at the question.

Danny laughed so hard he fell on the ground.

"Red Tornado, what does that mean?"

"There is no need to spread misinformation until we can get confirmation whether my sources were correct or not"

"Danny? Danny?! What does he mean?! Why are you laughing?!"

Danny just stayed curled on the floor, almost wheezing.

***

"So, we have all of the ingredients, right? Flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves-"

"I think it's still in the cabinet, let me grab it real quick"

"Alright, other than cloves, do we have salt, vegetable shortening, granulated sugar, molasses, an egg- I mean, applesauce? Yeah? Let's hope it'll work. Okay, I think were ready"

"Ginger?"

"What?"

"Do we have ginger ready?"

"I don't think so, I'm pretty sure we've run out about a week ago? Why- oh wait"

"Did we seriously forgot to get ginger to make The Gingerbread House?! It's literally in the name!"

They all just stood in silence for a long moment.

"We're idiots"

"Well said, well said"

"I believe there are better names to describe you in this situation. Unfortunately, I cannot recall them"

"Thanks Red Tornado, that was helpful"

"Maybe we can still buy it?"

"It's 10:34 PM, December 23rd, M'gann, what shop would even be open?"

"Shut up Conner, it's actually not a bad idea. I think I've seen- yes, there is something open until eleven, about five minutes out if I fly"

***

"There was no ginger at the shop, but I got cranberry for later, if needed, and some chips to snack on"

"It's fine, we found unopened pack of powdered ginger in the back of the cabinet"

"That's great! Give me a minute to return this packet I liberated on my way home?"

"Danny!"

***

"Hey, M'gann!"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to invite your uncle to our dinner?"

"That's a great idea Conner, thank you!"

***

"Okay, wait, wait, wait, before you two get weirdly aggressive about it again-"

"We're not that aggressive and it's a serious matter"

"I don't have any ghosts to get of my misplaced aggression out on so I'm funneling it into cake decorating instead"

"M'gann, you literally are trying to choke him right now, Danny, even I know it's concerning and I have less than half a year of learning what is considered normal under my belt. Anyway, before you escalate it again, how about each one of us gets one side of the house and then we work in pairs on the roof?"

"I like that"

"But what about aesthetic integrity!"

"It's quite literally against the point of gingerbread house"

***

"Before we go to sleep, I believe it's a widespread tradition to leave milk and cookies for the Santa Claus on the Christmas Eve evening"

"Huh"

"What is it this time?"

"Nothing really, chill out Conner, I just never heard of that"

It was so clearly a lie it probably couldn't even be called that, but at this point everyone realized, that for some reason bearded man in red was a sore subject, and they stopped trying to learn why. Maybe some day he'd tell them.

***

"Sorry. This person is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone."

"Hey Dani, it's Danny. Merry Christmas, please let me know when you get that. I'm celebrating outside of home, safe, with some friends, so if you want, I can give you an address and you can drop by. They're all more than okay with ghost stuff and have a history of accepting someone similar to you without any questions. I'm sure they'd love you. Let me know you're alright and if you want to join us. Sorry I keep calling, I'm at the worrywart stage. Love you, please stay safe."

Danny was doing pretty well with this whole "organizing Christmas". Really. M'gann did kick him out to breathe a bit of fresh air (and wait for the Superman and food he was supposed to bring in) because his hands were shaking too much, but other than that he was fine. Really. He was getting a bit panicky because he didn't hear a word from his sister in the past week and usually she let them know if she knew she would go somewhere where that could happen but she just as often didn't because she spontaneously decided to do something else. Trackers they made her wear showed she was fine.

It didn't really help, he wasn't sure if there was anything less than actually hearing or preferably seeing her that could reassure him.

It wasn't even talking about all of the trouble that was a bit closer to home, because Christmas never meant anything good for him, with or without his parents stirring up the Santa-fight. They weren't there and yet, he still couldn't make himself believe it could be any better this time. For Ancients sake, he made sure there was no Santa Claus in whole Mountain, nothing to remind him of how it always was and his brain still decided to be stupid about it.

So now he was standing in thin hoodie out in Rhode Island winter, in hopes that cold would shock him out of spiraling, trying to keep his breaths even and not fly away because it felt all like a little too much at the moment. he was standing in thin hoodie out in Rhode Island winter, waiting for a man who would awkwardly try to do the whole 'I'm an adult you can trust' routine and then treat him like messenger pigeon to contact the child that actually wanted and needed him. He couldn't entirely blame him but-

"Are you quite alright?"

"I'm fine"

"Are you sure? It's quite cold to be dressed like this and your heartbeat is quite erratic."

"I'm fine as old wine Superman, please say your piece before someone comes to see what took me so long"

"Danny-"

"I'm serious. Leave it alone and just give me the food"

Superman looked a bit conflicted, clearly considering all of the potential pros and cons of digging in further and choose wrong.

"You're worried about Dani"

"You're the last person I want to talk to about her," Danny spat out, anxiety quickly turning into anger.

"Of course, but-"

"Have two civil conversations with your clone before trying to tell me how I should handle mine" As soon as these words left his mouth, Danny regretted them, if only a little, but he kept pushing "I told you about her to explain why I'm willing to vouch for you. It doesn't make you someone I'll confide in. It doesn't make you someone I trust. It doesn't make me approve of the way your handling it. It just means I understand. But you're an adult man and experienced hero with stable job and adult shit figured out and I'm a teenager with home just safe enough for me to stay and family that'd question how third child just showed up. We are not the same."

Superman flinched away at some point during the rant, looking properly humbled. He avoided eye contact and just reached forward to pass him hard plastic case filled with food containers and smaller boxes wrapped up in nice Christmas themed paper.

"Alright kiddo. Get it inside before you turn into a icicle. And tell Conner I wish him Merry Christmas, alright? I mean, I wish it to everyone but…"

Damn, if the "never meet your heroes" person wasn't right.

"You're a coward Superman. Come in and tell him that yourself"

***

Conner lashed out, as expected, but it was far more subdued than it would be just few month before. To his credit, Superman stayed the whole time it went down and only left when boy mostly calmed down and wouldn't feel like he was being ignored. Man even tried to respond to some allegations, though he wasn't really heard. Conner ranted some more after hero left, but overall it went better than Danny thought it would.

Then they had dinner, which went… surprisingly well. Apparently, not having to worry about being attacked by the main dish did wonders to Danny's overall jitters (and didn't everyone get super weird when he mentioned it). Not having people start nonsensical fights also helped. He knew better than to mention that.

Also, turns out that Superman or whoever he got to make them food was freaking amazing cook, thank you very much. Danny wasn't necessarily fasting, not in a way he knew some people did in the period preceding Christmas or at least on Christmas Eve, but the tension of past few days made it hard to eat a lot. It definitely lessened now that the thing was happening and seemingly going well, so he was absolutely ravenous. To be completely honest, as far as he could tell, everyone else matched his enthusiasm.

There was a bit off moment at the beginning, when Martian Manhunter asked him if he shouldn't be with his family during holidays, but Danny quickly and subtly brushed it off and nobody mentioned that afterwards.

He may have overeaten, actually, for once in his live, which he may regret in the morning, but at the moment, it made him quite content.

Then came the gifts, which also went better than he expected. For once there was no need to act like he enjoyed the gift despite already planning on how to get rid of it. Even better, focus was almost fully removed from him, obviously, because it wasn't his first rodeo.

Conner looked so lost and confused with the gift he got from Superman's mom, it was almost heartbreaking. It was beautiful crocheted scarf, black and red, with his symbol on each end, and an apology note explaining that Mrs Martha Kent would give him something more note worthy but she learned about him way to late to make something better. There was also promise of more worthy gift in near future. Danny knew all that because Conner read it out loud, asking everyone to help him make sense of that. There was only so much they could do.

Other than that, he got some nice flannel shirts from M'gann, quite a few sweets. He also got a book from Danny (it was a sin he didn't read "The Martian" before) and concepts of new hero suits for him, that Sam somehow sneaked between the pages. It was certainly a lot to explain without making anyone angry.

M'gann got two different cook books, that unfortunately didn't include Fenton fudge recipe (Dad was really protective over it), some surprisingly obscure merch from "Hello Megan" and more sweets.

Red Tornado got an apron and few tokens of appreciation, that robot quite liked, as far as Danny could tell.

Martian Manhuter, due to how rarely he visited, was the hardest to pick presents for, which resulted in some general little trinkets.

Danny got night sky projector, which was really cool, and potted plant, for some reason, which, while also cool, because plants are cool (Sam would rekill him if he thought otherwise), he knew far too well, would not survive until July. It wasn't only because he could barely take care of himself, let alone whole ass plant (see also, that one time he either drowned or dried three cacti), but also because of the times ghosts (or home security) attacked him in his room. He was thankful anyway. Maybe it could push him into finally getting some contingencies against that, that’d actually work. After all, it was quite a pretty plant.

By the time they moved to the couch to watch “Die Hard” of all things (it was only DVD that Tucker provided that didn’t have Santa Claus as a prominent character, because of course that little traitor would do that), Danny had to admit that this Christmas was… nice. Enjoyable. Pretty amazing actually. Good enough that he could understand people waiting for it the whole year. He couldn’t tell that he joined their ranks, but he certainly could understand them.

It was also downright exhausting and at some point even dynamic fights of John McClane couldn’t keep his eyes open. It was fine though. He was safe, he was warm, almost squeezed against his friends. It was good place to just relax.

It’s been first time in a long time since he felt that on Christmas.

********

I'm not sure if I managed to properly Conner's... whole thing, if he turned out too hostile, let's just say he was still pissed about the whole "wasn't invited to Clark's family gathering" thing and it made him a bit more antsy.

I'm not sure how well I managed to handle it, but I don't want to bash neither Clark nor Conner. They're both victims in this situation and while the way Clark handled it was far from ideal, it's also far from worst he could do and I believe he deserves a bit more grace. In the end, on psychological level he is just human and humans don't always handle being baby trapped perfectly. Maybe I have more understanding towards him because my prefered way of handling conflicts is walking out and locking myself in my room, but idk. Maybe I'm capable of more coherent explanation when it's not 3:44 AM

Ginger shenanigans were inspired by my own Christmas preparation adventures, when I was making bread dough for the Christmas Eve and decided to add rosemary to make it more ✨festive✨ and got really attached to the idea. My mom agreed, then it turned out we didn't have any, then I went to the shop like twenty minutes before it closed at 11PM so at least one guy was there to replenish his alcohol suplies. My mom called to tell me to also buy some powdered garlic and beetroot. Turned out we had rosemary at home. At shop I only found garlic. I also brought energy drink, because I was tired but had more stuff to do and some snacks just because.

Bread turned out pretty good.

I sincerely believe if I was solely responsible of making gingerbread, I would forget to get ginger (or like, to fit with "it's in the name" thing, pepper, because in Polish it's "piernik")

I'm really sorry if the drop in quality by the end is noticable, if this thing stayed unfinished whole another year i'd do something I'd regret later.

[babyboy555777]

3 and then some~ Rafe and Barry

Summary~ you make a proposal to Rafe and Barry. Telling them one of your wishes one late night at a kook party held at Rafe's house.

CW~ Threesome, light name calling, mxm kissing, eating out, unprotected sex, rough rafe, soft barry. (Should be all)

~rafe! x barry! x female reader!~

You, Rafe, and Barry had always been somewhat close. Well, whenever Rafe and Barry actually got on decent terms again. It was always the three of you hanging out at Rafe’s house. Them doing drugs and you sitting back watching them snort lines off the table. Barry always came to Rafe’s party as 1. A supplier of course. 2. As a friend of yours and his. And 3. Well simply because he filled the empty air in the parties and made it all the more fun.

You and Rafe, like any other day before a party, drove to Barry’s to talk with him about what drugs he should bring. You laid on Barry’s couch legs propped up onto the back scrolling on your phone as they talked. “Some pot of course. Mostly sell it outside because last time people started smoking that shit in the house.” Rafe leaned back into the chair spreading his legs covering his mouth with his hand.

“I don’t know how much though I guess leave it up to you.” Rafe spoke up again. “As for the powder. Just for us to carry around. Sell it at the table and watch them do it like always. We don’t need people doing dumb shit with it.” Barry nodded his head at Rafe’s words. “I got it man don’t worry. We do this every time I don’t see why you still drive over here man.” Barry huffed and shook his head.

You looked from your phone looking at them both. “Both of you stress each other the hell out. It’s so unbelievable” you chuckled at your own words and shook your head going back to your phone. “Oh, now princess pipes up. Didn’t even talk the whole 20 minutes you’ve been here.” Barry rolls his eyes, and you do the same.

“Oh, bite me I’m just bored. Plus, Rafe told me not to chime in this time.” Rafe nodded his head with a slight smirk appearing on his lips. “Yeah, well that I did. I don’t need to be clouding my head with that blabber mouth running.”

“Oh, you can bite me too Cameron.” You rolled your eyes getting back onto the phone. He let out a sigh standing up from his seat walking over to you. “Come on don’t be that way.” He looked down at you. “Anyway, get up we got to go shopping.” He patted your thigh turning his head back to Barry.

“Call me if you need anything before tomorrow.” Barry nodded his head dabbing up Rafe. You got off the couch walking over to Barry giving him a hug from the side. “See you tomorrow night. Let us know when you’re on the way over.” He nodded his head once again and with that you and Rafe left to go shopping for tomorrow night's events.

You sat in Rafe's room curling your hair on his floor. The party is supposed to start at 8 p.m. you opened your phone checking the time. 7:15. You had enough time to finish your hair and get dressed up. You didn't want to overdo it, but you always wore a somewhat "casual" dress. Although Rafe and Barry always had a word or two to say to each other about what you were wearing.

As quickly as you could you finished up your makeup, since you got sidetracked by your phone, and started to undress and change into your black dress. It reached just below the mid of your thighs. Hugging your curves ever so tightly.

Once last look into the mirror you quickly grabbed your phone slipping it into your bra after checking the time 8:27 and heading downstairs. The house was already filled with many people taking shots, eating some of the snacks, and walking outside to smoke. You saw Rafe hanging in the living room with Topper and Kelce.

You placed yourself on the arm of the couch beside Rafe resting your arm behind his head. He placed his arm on your thigh continuing his conversation with Topper. You looked around the house as more people filled the area one by one.

It was all starting and you were ready. Each shot you poured down your throat the more you loosened up. Each one feeling more and more inviting as the burning liquid slid it's way down your throat.

Your phone buzzed in your bra. You pulled it out looking down at the text from Barry saying that he was finally here. You took your seltzer and made your way outside seeing his small black car parked on the curb. "Hey." You said excitedly making your way over to him.

He chuckled as he shoved his keys into his pocket walking closer to you as well. "Looks like little miss princess is already getting started." You chuckled pulling Barry into a hug. One of his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him. He took a long drag of the smell of your hair and soon released you.

Soon you, Rafe, and Barry all sat in the living room talking with anyone who had sat down. They did their sells, Barry occasionally walking outside to sell some one the pot he had brought with him, and Rafe stayed in the living room with you as he watched person after person snort a line.

Growing bored you made your way upstairs to Rafe's room having an idea of a lifetime. You pulled your phone out of your bra once again and opened up the group chat with the three of you. "You guys come upstairs to Rafe's room when you have the chance." you hit send and sat down on the chair at the desk waiting for them both.

Rafe and Barry both saw the text looking at each other from across the room. A slight nod from both of them and they made their way up. Rafe opened the door slowly with Barry walking behind him. You smiled at them gesturing them take a seat on the bed.

They sat side by side knees touching each other, both looking at you. "I want to propose something. And neither of you have to agree right now or agree at all really. We don't have to do it."

They both looked at you confused knowing you there was no telling what words would fall out of your mouth next. Barry nodded his head letting you go on. "I want to..." You tried to find the words and also tried to think if you should just straight up say it or lead into it. "I want to have a threesome with you two."

Both of their eyes widened a little bit. Rafe soon chuckled. "I'm sorry run that back." He pressed his lips together and furrowed his brows. "I want to have a threesome. With you guys. I've literally thought about it for so long and I don't know I just can't keep it in."

You sighed. "I can't even stop thinking about it. Every time the three of us are together, I want nothing more than this." Barry shook his head, and a chuckled snort left him. "Barry I'm being serious."

You sighed once more. "It's not even drunk thoughts, okay? I truly want this and like I said neither of you have to do it." Rafe and Barry paused looking at you. Rafe looked you up and down biting his lower lip. Barry stared at you simply shocked. "Yeah, I'll do it why not?"

Barry turned to Rafe. "Really?" He cocked his head. "We've all been friends long enough and I mean who are we if we both lie saying we haven't wanted her for so long. Come on Barry."

A slight blush appeared on your face and Rafe's words slipped his mouth. Barry nodded his head. "Okay yeah. I'll do it." He looked back at you and so did Rafe. their stares felt like hungry predators ready to pounce. Their eyes had delighted, and both of them started to breath heavily.

"Tonight?" You said standing up. "I mean it's late and not like it really matters right?" Barry and Rafe nodded their heads saying they'd do it now. Their stares sent a cold shiver down your spine making you want to crawl out of your skin. You turned to Barry moving your hair out of the way. "Unzip me please."

He brought his hands up slowly sliding the black zipper down your back watching as the tight dress now lost it's shape. You slipped the straps off your shoulders slowly letting the dress fall to the floor exposing your back to the both of them. Your black lingerie with lace laid still on your body.

You walked away from the dress standing between them. They both moved making room for you to sit in the middle of them on the bed. You sat down placing a hand on each of their thighs.

You turned to Rafe, then Barry, then back to Rafe. You slowly leaned in connecting your lips with his. In an instant he grabbed the bottom of your neck pulling you deeper into the kiss.

Barry watched as you and Rafe made out. You slipped your hand up and down Barry's leg soon making your way over to his now showing budge. Your hands slowly rubbed through the fabric of his shorts making him throw his head back letting out a small groan.

You pulled back from Rafe giving him one last peck before turning to Barry. He pulled you in the same as Rafe did kissing you ever so softly. You rubbed Rafe's leg up and down earning a sigh from him.

Rafe moved closer to you planting small kisses on your shoulders. He moved your bra strap down off your collarbone soon moving in closer to your neck leaving small love bites below your ear.

You groaned into Barrys mouth making you move your head back releasing the kiss from him. Barry did the same as Rafe making his way to your neck leaving the same but also different bites. You bit your lip holding back a moan as the two fought at war over your neck.

You grabbed them both removing them both from you. Rafe's hands roamed your waist. As Barry looked his now formed bites on your neck. You scooted back onto the bed and both of them looked back at you.

"You two." Barry and Rafe looked at each other confused. "Kiss." They looked shocked and could barely form words. "Come on like you guys don't already think about it." You chuckled.

They looked at each other a moment and nodded their heads scooting closer to each other. Neither of them had done this before, and truly they were nervous. Both of them leaned in grabbing each other's face with one hand. Barry slowly closed the kiss making their lips connect.

At first, they were both hesitant to even go but soon enough they started. Their lips moving at a slow pace. Rafe pulled Barry in even more making them deepen the kiss. You truly bit your lip at the sight of them.

You leaned back taking in the sight of them. Each of them hungrily fighting for the next move. You moved closer pulling them apart to take off their shirts as swiftly as possible. "Eager are we princess." Barry chuckled.

"Shut it." you huffed out. You pulled them further onto the bed sitting on your knees between the two of them not sure of what to do. Rafe and Barry smirked at each other as they started to roam your body with their hands.

Rafe pulled your back closer to his chest. He quickly unclasped your bra letting it fall of your shoulders just like the dress did moments ago. “You don’t need this.” He whispered in your ear.

Barry moved your legs straight helping you slide off your underwear. “Or these.” Suddenly you had felt so exposed in front of the two men. Heat rose up your body to your face. “Come on darling don’t get so nervous now. Isn’t this what you always dreamed about?” Rafe said as his hands moved up and down your arms.

It all did feel like a dream. The absolute best dream you could ever have. You truly prayed this was real. You shut your eyes tight as Barry ran his hands up and down your legs. “Looks like she’s already falling weak.” Barry said with a smirk planted on his lips.

Drew chuckled lightly in your ear. His hands finally made their way to your breast slowly massaging them in his hands. “God who knew you wanted us so bad. And here we thought we’d never have you like such a mess.” Rafe said before planting small kisses on the back of your neck.

Barry bent down leaning closer to your cunt. His breath hitting your entrance caused you to shift. Barry held your legs open looking up at you and your now opened eyes. “Fuck.” You said quietly biting your lip at the sight of him. He planted kisses all over your thighs as he held your legs open.

“God and to think we’d be so lucky to have her all for us right country club.” Rafe chuckled at the words that left Barry’s mouth but agreed. “Can’t believe she didn’t give us this idea sooner. And who would have thought she’d be so wet at the sight of us making out.”

Barry chuckled back leaning further toward your cunt. He placed a small kiss on your clit making you shutter and buckle your hips. You were at a loss for words. The image of Barry between your legs and Rafe gripping your chest leaving kissing all over your shoulders and neck. It was all so much.

“Fuck.” Barry groaned before flicking his tongue all around. Your head fell back into Rafe’s shoulder taking in a gasp of air. Rafe turned your face to him slowly making out with you as Barry’s tongue worked like magic. You moaned lightly in Rafe’s mouth.

Barry’s mouth moved at such a heavenly speed. Sucking on your clit and moving his tongue up and down and in circles. He pulled away making you pull back from Rafe’s now plumped lips.

Barry then soon slid two fingers in you moving in and out making you throw your head back again. Rafe took this as an opportunity to massage your clit. Moving his fingers in circles. listening to your moans in his ears made his dick rise even more. You could feel his boner poking you in the back making you want so much more than was being offered. You felt so needy and greedy with these men. God you just wanted so much more.

“She’s falling apart.” Rafe chuckled as he looked at you. Not a single word left your lips. Moan after moan erupted through the air making them both turned on so much more. “Let me get a taste hmmm.” Rafe slowly moved you off his chest replacing himself with Barry.

He leaned down just as Barry did and immediately got to work moving his tongue as best as he could. The newfound pleasure made it hard for you to even be reasonable at this moment. Your vision blurred and your mind was fuzzy. You grabbed Barry’s face pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Fuck me.” You groaned out against his lips. You could feel Rafe smirk against your folds as the words left your mouth. Soon he stopped his movements getting off the bed. He nodded at Barry to do the same. Both of them stripping down to nothing. They had you in awe.

Both of them side by side rocked your world. They fit so well together, and they couldn’t help but torment you. They both climbed back on the bed looking at just each other. They moved in close like they had did previously slowly leaning into yet another kiss. All you could do was watch as each one fought for dominance.

Their heads turning every so often not moving from each other. Lips now swollen and hungry for more. Barry was the first to pull away and Rafe patted Barry’s face as a way to say good job.

Both of them smirked before crawling on each side of you. "All fours now." Rafe said behind you. you obeyed throwing your ass in the air and your forearms resting in front of Barry's knees. Both of them stoked themselves at the sight of you.

"Fuck." Rafe grunted out. He moved his hands over your hips slightly gripping them. You took a hold of Barry's dick swirling your tongue around the tip making. He grabbed all of your hair bunching it up into a makeshift ponytail.

Rafe soon aligned his rock-hard cock to your folds. Swiping his tip up and down your folds making you moan on Barry's cock as you bobbed your head up and down.

Without warning Rafe slammed into you filling you up with cock make you let out a loud yelp. "Fuck." you huffed out. Barry grabbed your chin making you look up at him. He slowly slid his cock in and out of your mouth. Rafe continued his movements in the back.

Thrusting faster and harder than Barry was on the other side. "So fucking tight. Shit Barry you have to feel her." Rafe grunted as he gripped your hips harder leaving marks. Barry removed his cock from your mouth letting you sit up more in the bed.

With a few more hard trust and loud moans escaping your lips he pulled out switching places with Barry. Rafe planted his hips in front of you. With your shaky hands you reached for his cock sliding it in your mouth and stroking the rest with what couldn't fit.

Barry was gentler with you. He held your hips just as Rafe did but his stokes where slow at first not trying to hurt you. You hummed against Rafe making him bite his lip and throw his head back. "Fuck good girl." He smirked looking down at you.

"Faster Barry." You looked behind you as Barry thrusted in and out of you. He gave a slight nod adjusting himself before pushing further into you at a faster pace almost reaching Rafe's.

Everyone in the room panted and moaned. The room feeling steamy and almost suffocating in a good way. Soon you could feel your high reaching its peak. Barry felt your walls clench around his cock making his shut his eyes muttering words to himself.

You let out a gospel like moan as Barry slammed into you once more making all your walls crumble. He pulled out quickly and Rafe moved himself from your mouth both moving off the bed. Quickly you followed getting on your knees in front of them.

You grabbed both their cocks stroking them at a fast pace. Both of them a moaning and grunting mess as they too were reaching their high. "Fuck, come on baby." Rafe moaned out grabbing your hair.

Barry continued to shut his eyes tightly as he felt himself building up. Soon both of them shot their hot liquid onto your chest. Both of them grunting and breathing heavily looking down at you.

Rafe grabbed the back of your neck pulling you into a sloppy kiss against his swollen pink lips. After he pulled away Barry did the same. He pushed the hair from your face and quickly grabbed his shirt off the ground wiping you off. Rafe grabbed his shirt handing it over to you to slip on.

Both of them slipped their shorts back on as you sat down on the edge of the bed. "Fuck who would have known country club?" Barry chuckled at Rafe. "Who knew this be the best night of my fucking life. Fuck the party were staying up here the rest of the night."

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hehe I had so much fun writing this hope you enjoyed

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer relaxed when he saw him, he tried not to flush at the nickname. Adam looked good in Hell's morning light, the way the sun caught his eyes and highlighted his hair to look like there were streaks of red in it.

Why did he choose Lilith over this beauty ?

Lucifer: Morning.

He stretched his arms and legs to try and distract himself from checking out Adam.

Adam: Sleep okay?

Lucifer: Yeah actually.

He sighed when he felt his joints pop and he relaxed. Adam was looking at him intently.

Lucifer: What?

Adam: You're getting worse.

Lucifer: I know...... I don't think I want the surgery.

Adams eyes went wide and he set his guitar down: What? Lucifer you'll fucking die if you don't.

Lucifer: I could die anyway. They can only do the surgery once and if they miss a spec, a spec then it can come back worse.

Adam knew that wouldn't be good: This person can't be worth it.

Lucifer sat there and remembered the time that him and Adam were in Eden and he showed Lucifer the ducks for the first time and how happy they felt in that moment. Adams smile, the way his honey brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight, his melodious laugh.

How could he give all of that up? Look at him like he's a stranger?

Lucifer: They are......... I never want to forget them.

His eyes watered and his throat tickled in the way he needed to cough. Lucifer coughed into his fist and flicked the petal onto the floor.

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

Hanahaki Disease

The day of the failed extermination was the end of many things for Lucifer. The end of Heaven's terror, the end of his isolation, the end of the Exorcists, but most importantly, it was the end of the First Man.

He had his fun, taunting Adam for anything and everything, his weight, his wives, his attitude. He knew there was no way in Hell Adam would ever be able to beat him, let alone hurt him. But it was fun to rile him up, fucker did put his hands on his daughter. He deserved it.

Feeling Adam's mask break open under his fist was so incredibly satisfying, but not as much as feeling the bones in Adam's face crack and snap as he landed blow after blow. Just when he was about to do something horrific with his Hellfire, he felt a warm touch on his shoulder.

Looking up, he was met with the face of his daughter, begging him for mercy. Of course, Lucifer felt a teeny tiny weeeny bit bad when he saw how much golden blood covered Adam's face and clothes. But that feeling quickly left when he crawled out of that crater to spew more self-righteous bullshit.

After that, everything was a blur. The sudden silver blade sticking out of Adam's chest, to him falling, landing on the ground with a sickening crack. The tiny maid on his back, stabbing him over and over. And laughing while doing it.

Lucifer watched as an angel with one arm ran over to Adam and pulled him onto his back. Her begging was hard to listen to. It was affecting a deep part of him that was making him feel sympathy for the pathetic bastard. He couldn't have that.

So, he threw them out. Every single one of them. Forcing the army to leave their dead to be feasted on by the cannibals.

Lucifer helped his daughter rebuild. He even cooked some pancakes for everyone.

It wasn't until he was sure everyone at the hotel was asleep that he went out to check the carnage. At least, that's what he told himself. But it was a useless lie as he beelined for Adam's body.

Lucifer felt sick as he saw the state of it. Most of his stomach was gone, his limbs bitten down to the bone. But the most painful thing was his wings. They were broken, snapped, and torn apart. Eaten.

He was eaten.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the man twitched. And groaned. A bubbling noise escaped his throat, golden blood running out of his mouth.

He's alive.

Lucifer knelt down, his hand hovering just above his chest. It was definitely raising and falling. It was very weak, but it was still happening.

That's when Adam said his final words.

Adam: ...h-hate... you...

Lucifer watched as his eyes became empty. No feeling or purpose behind them. No holy light.

The day of the failed extermination was the end of many things for Lucifer. The end of his old friend. The end of all the good memories he had from Eden. The end of his hope to repair things with Adam.

But, the day after the failed extermination was the start of many things for Lucifer. The start of seeing Adam's chest slowly start to raise again. The start of Adam's stay at the Hazbin Hotel. The start of Lucifer's own personal Hell. The start of hanahaki disease.

It started the first day Adam was at the hotel. The man looked broken and defeated. He didn't even argue with Charlie when she told him about what he'd need to do to stay here. And she wasn't holding back, and neither was Maggie.

She had her spare pressed into Adam's neck the whole time. But the light in his eyes was gone, the need to fight back. He was still healing and was quite the horrid sight, but even that didn't give him any mercy from the members or workers at the hotel.

He watched Adam limp his way to the room Charlie said was his. The whole time, he said nothing, even when Lucifer made a few small threats to his life of he tried anything.

Lucifer felt a tickle in his throat, and he coughed and cleared it.

Lucifer: Hm. Weird. Better not have caught anything form those fucking angels.

Little did Lucifer know that was the start of something truly horrible.

[toasttt11]

terrible

November 14, 2024

Gemma was sitting in her stall after the morning practice when her phone started buzzing, she leaned back grabbing her phone knowing she only keeps a few numbers to go through on do not disturb and saw Macklin calling her.

Gemma brought the phone up to ear as she continued to untie her shoe laces, “Hello?” Gemma asked with surprise as Macklin never calls her when she is at practice, he always knows when she has practice and he will check find my iphone if she is done work practice.

“Hope Love how long should i cook a steak?” Macklin nervously question glaring at Will who was sitting at the barstools laughing at him.

Gemma closed her eyes rubbing her forehead, “Please do not tell me you are cooking.” Gemma groaned knowing how much of a disaster Macklin is in the kitchen.

“Okay i won’t tell you.” Macklin quickly rambled out fiddling with his ring nervously as he glanced at the steak in the pan.

Will had convinced Macklin to try and cook a steak knowing it would be funny to watch.

“Are you alone?” Gemma questioned desperately already afraid what her kitchen is gonna look like when she gets home.

“No Smitty is here.” Macklin’s words reassured her slightly but barely.

“Is it already cooking?” Gemma plopped her face in her hands heading the sizzling.

“Maybe..” Macklin sheepishly trailed off with a grimace.

“Okay how long has it been cooking?” Gemma stopped been trying to take off her equipment focusing on the call.

“There minutes.” Macklin quickly answered after looking at the time.

“Okay let it cook for one more minute and flip it over and cook it for four more minutes than take it off heat and let it rest for a few minutes.” Gemma gently explained making Macklin nod on the other side of the phone.

“Got it?” Gemma double checked already scared of what the kitchen will look like when she is home.

Gemma cursed Will knowing he definitely put Macklin up to this because he would find it amusing.

“Got it flip in a minute and four more minutes than take off and let rest.” Macklin quickly repeated the instructions back.

“Good.” Gemma let out a sigh hoping she wouldn’t come to an unrecognizable kitchen.

“And Amore you better not cook anything else in the kitchen while i am gone.” Gemma sternly spoke through the phone, she had seen way too many times Macklin’s disasters in the kitchen.

“Promise.” Macklin quickly promised as he flipped the steak over and realized it was not his smartest idea to listen to Will and try to cook.

“If you destroy my kitchen you are sleeping in your own bed for a week.” Gemma made a deal with a small smile hearing Macklin’s squawk of protest.

“I will not destroy anything and it will be perfectly clean when you get back.” Macklin quickly promised as no way in hell was he not sleeping next to his girl if they are together.

Gemma let out the fondest sigh as she couldn’t even stay annoyed at him, “Okay.”

“I love you.” Macklin softly reminded her smiling and ignoring the look and smirk coming from Will.

“Yeah I love you too.” Gemma lowered her voice speaking quietly and softly through the phone wanting to keep some of her conversation with Macklin private as she is still in the locke room and she is sure half of the boys are listening to her talk.

“Talk to you later.” Macklin promised and Gemma smiled saying her byes before they hung up the call.

Gemma set her phone back in her stall and started to continue to untie her skate laces finally taking her skates off.

“Boyfriend?” Dawson inquired curiously nudging her arm having heard her talking on the phone.

“Mhm.” Gemma hummed as she took her elbow pads off next.

“Did he try to cook again?” Luke asked amused having heard her talk about how to cook a steak, he has heard all of the stories of Macklin trying to cook and it never fails to amuse him.

“Yes.” Gemma groaned feeling slightly annoyed thinking about Macklin trying to cook again, she has seen him make so many mistakes in the kitchen that she didn’t even know what possible, he should he fully banned from the kitchen if he is alone and he definitely shouldn’t be cooking with Will.

“Is he a bad cook?” Brett looked curiously sensing Gemma was a bit annoyed about her boyfriend cooking which was surprising because he’s never really seen her annoyed.

“Terrible.” Gemma bluntly replied and would be feel bad about being harsh but it was true and even Macklin had agreed he is a terrible cook.

“How bad?” Dougie titled his head amused as he took his hockey equipment off.

“He burnt water trying to boil water for pasta.” Gemma answered bluntly with an astonished face still confused how Macklin can make some things happen in the kitchen.

“You can burn water?” Nate’s mouth dropped in shock, he thought he was a bad cook but apparently not as bad as Gemma’s boyfriend.

“I didn’t know you could until he did.” Gemma shook her head remembering walking into the kitchen seeing Macklin had literally burnt water just trying to boil water.

“He’s supposed to be banned from the kitchen.” Gemma explained as she had tried to help Macklin learn how to cook in the kitchen but after so many times she knew it was a lost cause especially after he almost destroyed her kitchen in Boston.

“Well can he at least cook broccoli?” Curtis piped in with a teasing grin making Jack throw his head back groaning.

“Fuck off.” Jack groaned grabbing a roll of tape and tossing it at Curtis, the boys have never let him live it down that he asked how to cook broccoli.

“I can cook broccoli now.” Jack reminded them looking annoyed.

“Jack can and it’s good.” Gemma added with a smile having had Jack’s cooking and she loves it.

“See this is why you’re my favorite G.” Jack smiled at her.

“Bows is everyone’s favorite.” Dawson grinned shrugging nonchalantly.

Gemma smiled shyly.

“Then who is her favorite?” Nate looked around the room trying to decided and looked at Gemma for an answer.

Gemma just shrugged not answering but her eyes slightly flickered over to Luke who just smiled.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 91

Besties i’m so fucking glad i don’t have that music video looming over my head anymore, like yeah i’m writing this on day 82 so it’s not ACTUALLY off of my chest yet but still. Oh right- the topic.

“So Elegant, So Vulgar” from School Life of Mutual Loving, by MarySutcliff

So this ones special! And the reason its special is also the reason I did it first! It was a bit hard to figure out, but if looking at the date of the collection of stories is correct, and putting it and putting it against other fics of the same nature, this chapter is the FIRST Soft Junkan Fic on AO3. If i’m wrong that’s my bad but I think the time of release for this one (which I can only speculate because I don’t know the best way to check)?

So it only seemed right to make something based off of it, for the culture! Though it wasn’t easy, this fic is a bit more . . . abstract? That’s probably an awful word to describe it as but I’m not good at this. The story switches perspective between several characters, in a way that pleases my brain as we loop between them, starting from Junko and ending at Junko. Now the format and the very internal way this fic was written posed the question of how the hell I was supposed to visualize it. Eventually I just tried to mimic the way the story was formatted, every character layered on top of eachother with Junko and Mikan exclusively in the center.

It’s really hard to describe but you can probably just look at it and see what I mean?

As for the fic itself! 

It’s nice! I very unfortunately don’t have a lot to say beyond paying my respects for it’s place in Junkan History, and it’s extremely pleasing and unique format. Admittedly I do find the dialogue, both internal and external, a bit, jarring? Nothing that truly detracts from the piece, just feels off in a way that isn’t there with some of this author’s other stories. 

I won’t be complaining though! I’m a gal who struggles to really critically chip into the things she takes in, I prefer to just enjoy what I’m given despite it’s flaws. I don’t blindly enjoy everything of course, there are pieces of media i either don’t feel positively on (or anything on), and even some pieces that truly bring out the worst in me. I am a woman who holds deep burning angry and spite inside of her, I just choose to try and not make it anyones problem but my own!~ Simply put while I may air small issues here and there, the coming days of fic adaptations will be more about showing my love for the work that I’ve read dozens of times and have helped somewhat satiate my constant need for Junkan, rather than picking apart everything that may or may not be wrong with them, very sorry if ya’ll were looking for something like that!~ Hopefully my happy go lucky lifestyle will suffice in its stead!

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[canirove]

Canary boy | Chapter 2

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“He's sleeping on your sofa?”

“Yes.”

“He stayed for the night?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God, Inés.”

“I know, Carla. I know” I sigh over the phone. “But what else should have I done? I don't know where he lives and I couldn't send him on his own. Like, the driver was super nice and wanted to help, but…“

“What was that noise?”

“Oh my God, Pedri!” I say, running towards the living room. “Pedri, are you ok?”

“I'm fine, I'm fine” he says from the floor. 

“I'll call you later, Carla” I say, hanging up before she can say goodbye. “Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yeah… The blood in my hand is old, so I guess I didn't open my head in half.”

“You actually did that last night.”

“What?” he asks, looking up at me. How can he be hungover and still look handsome? It's not fair. 

“You hit your head when you were getting out of the Uber. And you still have blood in your hand because you fell asleep before I could take care of it.”

“Shit” he says, slowly moving back to sit on the sofa and untangling his legs from the blanket. “I'm sorry, Inés.”

“What for?”

“All this. Whatever it is I did last night. I don't usually drink so much that I end up this drunk, but…”

“But drinking the amount of alcohol you drank in one go, can knock out anyone.”

“Yeah” he chuckles, the movement definitely hurting him. “May I ask for a glass of water?”

“Of course. One of the big ones?”

“If you have one…” he smiles. Though that also seems to hurt him.

“Here you go” I say when I'm back with his water.

“Thank you, Inés” he says, drinking it all in one go. Again. 

“Are you hungry?” I ask him.

“I could eat a cow, to be honest” Pedri laughs. 

“I'm afraid I don't have one, my apartment is too small to keep one of those. And the smell…”

“Yeah” he chuckles. “It's a nice apartment, tho. Very cosy.”

“You said the same last night.”

“Well, kids and drunks don't lie, do they?” he smirks, looking at me.

“Yeah” I reply with a nervous laugh, hoping he can't notice that I'm blushing. “I can't offer you a cow, but maybe an omelette will be ok? I've heard it helps with hangovers, and I don't have much else on my fridge right now.”

“An omelette will be fine. Thank you.”

“You're welcome” I smile. “And the bathroom is that door over there” I say, pointing behind me. “You probably want to refresh yourself a bit and check your wound. Or I can do it myself. The wound part, not the refreshing.” Oh my God, Inés. Shut up.

“I think I can manage” he says, slowly getting up from the sofa. “But I'll leave the door open just in case” he winks, instantly regretting doing it. 

“Great, umm… that door” I say, trying to stay focused and not think too much about the way his wink has made me feel. Like, it was just a wink, and one he didn't even manage to properly do because he ended up closing both eyes. It should have not turned me on!

“Thank you, Inés” he replies before slowly walking away while I just watch him. Even the way he walks while being hungover is sexy. What the fuck?

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“Inés, I'm afraid I may have ruined one of your towels while washing my face” Pedri says as he walks into the kitchen.

“Oh, don't worry. It's… bloody hell” I gasp, the fork I had on my hand falling to the floor.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. Clumsy hands” I chuckle as I bend down to pick it, hiding my face as much as I can. Because I'm pretty sure that if he looked at it right now, he would be able to see how badly I'm blushing. And why, you may ask? Because he just walked into the kitchen while putting on his t-shirt, and I've gotten to see in person his chest, and his abs, and I just… I… Thoughts have been thought. “Your omelette is almost ready” I manage to say.

“Great. Do you want me to help you with anything?” he offers.

“No, don't worry. Sit down.”

“Ok" he says. "By the way, do you know where I left my phone? It isn't in my pocket and I didn't see it in the living room.”

“Oh, it's in my bag. You dropped it on the Uber when you decided to take a nap on my lap.”

“So that wasn't a dream, uh… Anyway, I just wanted to check on Mario. I think we left him with a friend of yours?”

“Yep, with Carla” I say, focusing on finishing his omelette. “Nothing happened between them if that's what you are wondering.”

“But they seemed to like each other, didn't they? I think I remember that.”

“They… they did, yes” I say, putting the plate with the omelette in front of him and giving him my back again. And why? Because I'm feeling as nervous as if I am being judged to get into MasterChef, but mainly because his hair is all wet, and so is part of his t-shirt, and he looks so… so… so freaking hot. “Do you want something to drink too? More water?”

“Please” he says. “And oh my God, Inés. This tastes like heaven.”

“It's just an omelette, Pedri” I chuckle. 

“Best one I've ever tasted.”

“I think the hangover is talking for you.”

“Maybe… or maybe not” he smirks. “Thank you for taking care of me. I should have been the one taking care of you and accompanying you home, and then…”

“It's ok, don't worry” I smile. 

“You can't tell anyone at uni about this, tho.”

“Will I be ruining your reputation?” I tease him. Wait, what? Who are you, woman?

“Oh, definitely” he laughs, the sound making the butterflies on my stomach come alive. I've made him laugh. Me. Inés. I've made Pedri laugh. Can you believe it? “Getting drunk after just one drink and then opening my head with a car's door? They would tease me with that until we graduate.”

“My lips are sealed, then” I say, touching them.

“Thank you” he says. And call me crazy, but I could swear he focused on them for longer than you normally would before starting to eat again. Though maybe it's because I have something on my face. Maybe I didn't clean myself properly after eating my breakfast, and I've had chocolate somewhere while we've been talking and oh my God! “This was so good, Inés.”

“You already finished it?”

“Yeah” he shrugs. Did he eat too fast or was I gone with my own thoughts for too long? 

“But you still are hungry, aren't you? That probably counts as just a cow's ear.”

“I am, yes” he chuckles. “Do you know if anyone in your neighborhood makes churros?”

“What?”

“I'm in the mood for churros. Though maybe it is too late for them, isn't it?” he says, checking his watch.

“A bit, yes.”

“Then we could make them ourselves.”

“What?” I say again. He's going to start thinking I'm stupid. Or deaf. Or both.

“Yeah, it'll be fun. We just need some flour.”

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We just need some flour, Pedri had said. But the thing was, that I didn't have any at home or even a machine to make churros, so we had had to go out to one of those 24 hour open supermarkets and a bazaar to buy everything we would be needing. While we were at it, we also bought some chocolate that he swore was the best chocolate ever and that it would be perfect for the churros, some gummy bears he was in the mood for, and on our way home, what did he do when he saw a woman selling roses on the street? He bought me one.

Pedri bought me a freaking red rose. 

He said it was his way of saying thank you for taking care of him, but because like I already said, I'm stupid and can't accept that he only likes me as a friend, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. 

“It is very easy. Look” Pedri says, letting a churro graciously lay on the oil. After making a bit of a mess in my kitchen, mainly because we spent most of our time making jokes and teasing the other, now it was time for the less fun part: frying the churros.

“It is easy for you. I've never done this before.”

“Inés, you made me an omelette for breakfast. You know your way around the kitchen” he chuckles.

“With what I'm familiar with, yes. But this…” I say, looking at the frying pan as he puts another one in.

“It'll be fine, you'll see.”

“Pedri…”

“Pick a churro” he says, moving to stand behind me. 

“Shouldn't I put an apron first or something?”

“Aprons are for cowards, I already told you. Pick a churro, Inés.”

“Fine” I sigh. 

“The key is to not think too much about it.”

“What?” I say, his face suddenly too close to mine. So close, that I can feel his breath tickling my ear. 

“If you think too much about it you'll probably end up burning yourself, and we don't want that, do we?”

“No” I whisper. 

“Inés, stop looking at me and focus on what we are doing” he smirks. 

“I'm focused” I say, giving his lips one last look before focusing on the pan. This close they look even more kissable. 

“Good” he says. I can't see his face anymore, but I'm sure he is still smiling. “Now pick a churro.” 

“Ok” I say, putting all my senses on that and not on his hands resting on my waist, or the fact that he is now so close to me that if I moved a little, I could feel his churro. 

“We are going to do it at the count of three, ok? Remember to not think too much about it.”

“Ok” I nod.  

“One… two… three!” 

“Ah!” I yell, closing my eyes and letting the churro fall on the pan before twisting on Pedri's arms and curling up against him.

“You did it, Inés!” he laughs, his chest vibrating against mine, a feeling I could definitely get used to. “Inés… Inés, hey. Are you ok?” he says, his hands suddenly moving to my face and making me look at him. “Did you get burnt?”

“What?” 

“The oil, Inés. Did it burn you?” he says, his eyes moving all over my face. He looks so worried but also so cute and concerned and cute and… 

“No, no. I'm fine.”

“You sure?” Pedri asks, one of his thumbs moving over my cheek. It is the lightest of touches, but it manages to make my knees feel weak and my face burn, something I'm pretty sure he is noticing. 

“I'm fine.”

“Ok, good” he says, giving me one last concerned look before smiling again. “Why don't you take care of the chocolate while I finish this?”

“Yes, sure.”

“Great” he says, kissing my forehead and letting go of me. Did he… Did Pedri just kiss my forehead? As if I was a little kid? Though I've seen photos of couples doing it on Pinterest and they look really cute so… 

“Inés, did you hear me?”

“I…”

“You didn't” he chuckles. “Get a couple of pots to start melting the chocolate.”

“Yes, a pot. For the chocolate. Yes” I say, trying to focus again on what we are doing. On the churros.

“Two pots, Inés.”

“Two pots, yes” I say, starting to look for them to try and ignore the playful smile on his face, one that is definitely not helping with my current state. At all. 

Because getting turned on while making churros, was something I didn't have on my bingo card for today. 

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“And that's the last one” Pedri says after taking the last churro from the frying pan. We've made enough for the whole building, to be honest. “How is the chocolate going?”

“I think it's almost ready.”

“Let me check.”

“Pedri!” I say when he puts his finger inside the pot. 

“What?” he says after sucking it and then licking a bit of chocolate that was running down towards his hand, making me add all that to my list of things I didn't know could turn me on. 

“Haven't you heard of spoons?”

“Yeah” he shrugs. “But this way it tastes a lot better. Give it a go” he says, covering his finger on chocolate once again.

“What are you doing?” I say with a nervous laugh.

“I want you to taste the chocolate.”

“From your finger?” 

“Yeah” he shrugs again. “C'mon, Inés.”

“I… I…”

“You won't regret it. Trust me.” 

“Ok” I say, holding Pedri's hand and sucking his finger, the noise that leaves my mouth when I taste the chocolate making this situation even more sexual and pornographic than it already was.

“Told you it was good” he smirks before licking his finger. The finger I just sucked, yes. “Now let's taste it with a churro” he says, taking one and dipping it on the chocolate. “Ladies first.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Open your mouth, Inés.” Jesus fucking Christ. Does he know the meaning of everything he's saying and doing, or is it just me and my dirty mind? “Good girl” Pedri smirks when I do as he says and give the churro a bite, another very sexual noise leaving my mouth. 

Oh, he knows. He definitely knows what he is doing. Where has his hungover gone?

“Good?” he asks me, eating what was left of it.

“So good” I manage to say.

“Then let's sit down and eat them before they get cold.”

Though if you ask me, that would be something impossible keeping in mind how hot I'm feeling right now. Just the heat coming from my body would be able to keep them warm for a week. 

“Where did you learn to make churros?” I ask him as I sit down at the table.

“My mum taught me” Pedri says, eating one in one go. 

“Did she also teach you the finger thing?” 

“She would hit me with a pan if she saw me do it” he laughs. “But you can't deny it tasted a lot better like that” he smirks.

“Yeah, well” I reply, eating a churro and hoping it can somehow hide my blush. “You can pick up.”

“Uh?”

“Your phone. You can pick up, it's been vibrating for a while.”

“Nah, it's ok. She's probably just calling because I haven't replied to her good morning message.” And with she, he means his girlfriend, Nerea. I saw the name on the screen. “Sometimes she treats me as if I was a kid, constantly asking me if I've eaten or gone to the bathroom.”

“What?” I laugh.

“She's a nursing student and sometimes takes things way too seriously” he shrugs. “Anyway, less talking about her and more about you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Inés. Tell me something about you that I don't know” Pedri smiles.

“I… Ummm…” I fancy you very much? Nah, he has probably noticed that already, he isn't stupid. “As a kid I supported Real Madrid.”

“No!” he gasps. 

“Yep. I got into football because of my cousins, and that's the team they support”

“Have you seen the light now?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of? Inés!” he laughs. “You play for Barcelona!”

“And basically everyone in my family who likes football supports Real Madrid, it isn't my fault!” I laugh back. “But we've made a deal, and we only support the men's team.”

“Well, it's something” he chuckles.

“What about you? Which team do you support?”

“I was basically born with a Barça t-shirt on” he smiles before starting to tell me more about his life in Tenerife, both of us sharing anecdotes from our childhood and laughing for what feels like hours. And we actually talk for hours, because when I randomly look up and see the clock on the microwave, it's almost four o'clock.

“Oh, shit” I say, quickly getting up from my chair.

“Everything ok?” Pedri asks me.

“Yes. No. I mean… It's just that my dad is coming to pick me up in half an hour to go visit my grandparents, and I need to shower, get ready, clean all this…” 

“And here I've been entertaining you. I'm so sorry, Inés.”

“What? No, no. I've really enjoyed this.”

“You have?”

“I have” I smile. The part where I was so turned on I was close to explode, included.

“I've also really enjoyed this time together” he smiles back. He… He has enjoyed… being with me. Spending time with me. But obviously just as friends. Though he was ignoring his girlfriend’s calls and texts… No, Inés. Just friends. Don't make the same mistake again. “Why don't I clean around while you get ready?”

“Oh, no, no, no. You are my guest, I can't let you do that.”

“Inés” Pedri says, getting up from his chair and closing the space between us, one of his hands reaching for mine, his touch making me gasp. “You are the one who took care of me last night when you didn't have to, and your kitchen is a mess because of me, because I had the amazing idea of making churros.”

“You did, yes” I chuckle.

“Then let me do this for you. Please.”

“Ok, fine. I can't say no that face.” Because he is pouting. He is pouting those extremely kissable lips of his, and if I have to look at them for any longer, I may end up doing something that I will definitely regret. 

“No one can resist it, I know” he winks. Oh, yes, Pedro. Add a wink to the mix. Kill me a bit more. “Now, you shower, I clean. Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.”

“Then chop chop, Inés” he says, kissing my cheek and starting to tidy up the table while I just stay there, not moving a single muscle. Pedri just kissed my cheek. Not my forehead like before, no. My cheek. “Inés, didn't you hear me? Chop chop!”

“Yes, shower, getting ready.”

“Exactly” he laughs before I leave the kitchen, whatever song he starts whistling getting stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

[villainsimpqueen]

Tethered by a Voice

Adam x Succubus F!Reader, sfw

All my fics are 18! only, minors and ageless accounts will be blocked

He was late, like hell he was very fucking late.

Adam thrashed around his room, trying to get ready for the day. The meeting was supposed to start in fifteen minutes, and he had woken up late. His phone alarm hadn’t set, and now he was dealing with the consequences of not double-checking before crashing the night before.

His wings were a mess; he didn’t have time to preen them nicely or elegantly as he rushed to put on clothes: pants, a band tee (that would never see the heavenly sun), and his back brace. Something had been pulling beneath his right wing lately, and he hadn’t been able to get to Raphael’s clinic to have it checked out. He yanked his robestwo layers, messily over his head and ran to the bathroom to do something about his messy hair. While frantically typing in a number on his phone, he prepared to call his second-in-command, mostly to complain about why she hadn’t made sure he was awake.

“That fucking bitchdamn it, Lute, what do I pay you for?!” he hissed, lathering his hands with face wash and scrubbing aggressively as the phone started to ring.

Once.

Twice.

Then someone picked up.

“Welcome to Velvet Secrets, where your every craving finds its match. Who did you want to fulfill those wicked thoughts of yours tonight?”

A buttery, thick voicelike warmed molasses filled the bathroom through the speaker. Just as Adam was rinsing his face, he froze, staring at his phone in wide-eyed surprise. His wings flexed out immediately, beyond his control, a strange sensation running through them that he’d never felt before every single feather fluttering and puffing out as a strangled breath left him.

That voice sent his wings into chaos.

They stretched and fanned open, each feather on full display, throwing Adam for a complete loop. His stomach curled into knots, and another strange sensation ran up his spine.

Holy fuck.

“What the… fuck?” he muttered, distracted at the sight of himself in the mirror and the way his feathers started gleaming as if they had strings of gold sewn into them, now shimmering brightly.

There was a pause on the line before the woman spoke again.

“Um… hun? Did you mean to call this line?” she asked smoothly, causing his wings to flutter aggressively, each feather flashing.

His eyes nearly rolled back at the tingles moving up and down his spine. His head felt light as a rush of warmth filled it, making him shudder.

“Fuck…” he panted slightly, trying to make sense of what the hell was happening.

“I can transfer you to Serenade, or Tempest. Oh, Honey is a good recommendation, too!” that buttery-sweet voice echoed in his bathroom, confusing him further. A sudden shot of rejection swept through him.

He didn’t want another “bitch.” He wanted you.

“You,” he growled out, staring at his phone and noticing the number: (666) XXX-XXXX.

How in the Lord’s name had his phone connected to some line in that festering pool of fucking atrocious sinners and demon spawn, he did not know. Worse yet, he didn’t understand why his body was reacting so strongly to some sinner trash’s voice.

But fucking hell, he needed to hear more of it. That warm, sweet voice… God, he needed it to call for him.

“M-me?!” the voice sounded surprised, shocked and damn flustered and his wings fluffed up in response.

“Yeah, you. I want to talk to you,” he said, biting back a groan as he moved his hands to try to settle his wings. They fluttered softly against his palms.

“I… um… I…Don’t you want an experienced girl to take care of you? I mean, I’m just the receptionist,” the buttery voice said shyly and nervously, and fuck, that was doing things to him he couldn’t understand.

“Ain’t this your damn job?” Adam grunted, gripping the bathroom sink as he forced himself to stand tall, grabbing his phone and making his way to his bed, drawing sharp, heavy breaths.

“Hey!” that sweet voice squeaked. “Just ‘cause these things are run by succubi doesn’t mean all of us seduce!”

Adam settled onto his bed, lying on his wings in hopes of forcing them closed. Hearing your words, shame filled him, and his lips curled in disgust.

You were a hellspawn… worst of all, a whore of various species.

Yet the thought of that made his chest tighten and his wings spasm at the idea of shaming you.

“Look, if you aren’t going to pay to talk to one of the girls, I’ll have to end the cal”

“I’ll pay you triple what you make,” he blurted, “for you.”

What the fuck was he doing?!

Adam had never felt this level of desperation, but the thought of you hanging up sent him spiraling. His wings practically flapped against his bed, feathers ruffling out of sorts as though trying to catch someone else’s attention fast.

“...I don’t even know what to do…” Your voice was so soft, so small, and yet it sent a shudder through him. His wings fluttered happily, and each feather smoothed down and gleamed, causing him to roll his eyes back again.

“Fuck… You some kind of… good girl or something?” he forced out, listening intently. He heard nothing for a moment.

“I just… I don’t feel comfortable seducing others. I don’t know, I just… I want someone to want me for me, not for what I represent. So I don’t seduce, I just do the paperwork instead,” your voice came through the phone.

He felt a sense of pride for you. He didn’t know why his wings fluttered nonstop, but he felt so proud of you for being so modest.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, his eyes closed as shudders moved through him.

“See, I’m bad at this. Let me get you Tempt”

“Nah, babes,” Adam cut you off, feeling his wings fluff up in irritation at the offer. “I wanna hear that voice of yours just talk. Anything. Whatever is on your pretty little head.”

And that’s how he “met” you.

He spent three hours on the phone with you that day. He just listened while you talked. When the phone abruptly hung up after forty minutes, Adam nearly lost his shit trying to call back. His phone buzzed with an unidentifiable number from Hell.

He didn’t care how it was possible. Not when he answered and heard your voice chiming again, explaining that your work phone did that since he never actually selected a call-girl number.

You were just the receptionist, after all.

After that day, and having your personal number saved to his phone, Adam found himself talking to you a lot. You the little Hell-spawned succubus. And yet, his wings would act out even at the slightest thought of your voice.

You weren’t even actively seducing him!

Yet his body craved you regardless.

One time you called him, and he answered without realizing you had it on video. He momentarily panicked and shut off his camera without even looking at his phone, explaining very poorly why you couldn’t see him.

“I just can’t let you see me, babes,” he stated softly after you asked him.

“My job doesn’t really allow it.”

“Oh,” your soft voice came through. He didn’t look at his phone, paranoid that his camera would magically cut on.

“But… you can see me, right?” you asked softly. It made him turn his gaze to the screen, taking the form of a woman. He sharply inhaled as his wings shot right open, flexing all his puffed-up feathers from where he sat in his office chair. A groan left him as he took in your form on the screen.

(Shade of pink/purple), lovely skin, rich and stunning (e/c) eyes… and when his gaze moved to your wings, he noticed they were small and feathered. He had expected the usual bat-like succubus wings; instead, he saw delicate feathers that looked like they’d been dipped in gold along the tips.

His own wings were losing it stretched widely and rustling, feathers puffed out like some damn peacock as his eyes moved to your lips, absorbing your facial features.

Holy fucking God, you were beautiful.

He might have mistaken you for a “winner” if not for the small horns protruding from your head instead of a halo.

“Adam?” your buttery voice called, pulling him out of his dazed, drooling focus.

“Fuck, babygirl… fuck, you’re stunning,” he breathed out, unable to pull his eyes away from the phone as he took in what you were wearing.

A white blouse that had little ruffles at the sleeves, with just the top button undone so it wasn’t too tight around your neck. It was practically teasing him as he sharply inhaled, eyes moving down to the rest of your outfit flowy skirt and lace black stockings. You weren’t wearing shoes; he saw them off to the side. You were at home, he realized, your phone propped on your desk to show you off nicely while you sat in your chair.

Your lips twitched into a smile, and you giggled slightly. The sound was like the tinkling of wedding bells in his mind, making a dopey look form on his face as he leaned his chin into his palm at his work desk.

“Thank you, Adam~” your voice cooked through the phone, making him shift in his seat. He felt his chest throb with excitement and something he didn’t want to address at the time as he tried to do paperwork.

“Tell me about your day, beautiful,” he urged, instead of making a lewd comment about how badly he wanted to fondle you through that cute work outfit.

He should stop this, stop paying for your time, stop all the calls… with a Hellborn. A Hellborn. What the fuck was he doing?

He was the leader of the Exorcists. He literally went down there to kill scum and then dip out.

Adam thought about this as he listened to your sweet, velvety voice tell him about your day, while he tried focusing on paperwork. But at least you were safe, he reasoned, as his eyes flicked from the papers over to his phone screen. You had changed from your office clothes to some cute little sleep outfits, a tank top and fuzzy sleeping shorts.

Over the months, you have become more confident, showing more of your skin on these video calls. You were so fucking modest. It was literally the horns that reminded him of what you were. Even that was barely enough, as time kept passing, and the longer he allowed these calls, the more he forgot.

You were practically a saint down in that shithole. You didn’t seduce. One time you let slip that you hadn’t even had sex, a virgin succubus, which he found both fascinating and… something he felt oddly proud of.

“Don’t you need to, like, eat that energy or something?” he asked after you let it slip.

“Ah, yes, but just because I absorb the energy doesn’t mean I have to fuck someone. I can go to clubs or work. It’s just lust in general I can thrive off of. I just… I don’t know, I feel uncomfortable with the thought of sleeping around with people I don’t know. Does that make sense?” you explained, and he watched how your brows knitted together, how your little wings wrapped around you for comfort.

“Yeah, oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense, babe,” Adam assured you immediately, without a second thought anymore, and his own wings fluttered into his sides. He wanted to pull you through the damn screen into his arms, wrap his wings around you, and just keep you safe.

He shook his head to banish those thoughts as creeping guilt filled his chest.

You didn’t even know who he really was.

All of this was a lie.

And yet, your bright smile made him smile in return. How could he stop these moments? He still paid you for your time, always sending you large amounts of money for the calls, but you never changed how you treated him. You never once acted differently, still wearing your normal, modest clothing occasionally you’d show him a new pair of shoes or a new shirt.

After the bullshit meeting he had with Lucifer’s HellspawnCharles or Charlie, whatever the fuck her name washe treated himself to a phone call with you, sitting out on his penthouse balcony, stewing in irritation. His wings went crazy at the thought of you, adding to his irritation when your line didn’t go through.

“Fucking damn it, babe, where are you? Pick up,” he swore, tapping the call-again button repeatedly, forcing another call attempt.

When the link clicked through, he heard your voice. You sounded frantic.

“Adam?!”

“Hey, babes”

“Have you seen the news?” you cut him off, sounding panicked.

He paused, confused, letting out a small noise that said as much.

“No, I haven’t”

“They’re moving up the extermination date!” you cried, panicking, going on about how he needed to find somewhere safe, that he only had six months

“Um… babe, I’m fine, really”

“You’re a Sinner, Adam! They can kill you, and”

Ah, yes. The lies. You believed he was one of them.

“Babe, relax. I’ll be fine, trust me. I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you, guilt piling on in his chest.

After this extermination, he would tell you the truth. You deserved that, even if you ended up blocking him. You deserved to know.

But he never got the chance.

He choked on golden blood as it poured from his mouth, feeling a piercing pain stab between his wings. Soon, he lay dying in the arms of a friend. It was strange, truly dying. He expected to see his whole life in Heaven flash by, but the only thing that came to mind were the phone calls, the video chats, the times he watched you sleep through the screen when you drifted off mid-conversation, making him ache to hold you, keep you warm in his wings.

His paid-for attention and companionship to you was all that flashed through his mind. As he looked up to see his friend, all he could see was you.

A saint in Hell.

He wanted to be better. Fuck, you deserved better, and he wanted to be that.

He was supposed to tell you the truth, to explain everything, to tell you how much you mattered to him, how much he cared for you even if he wasn’t supposed to. How much he wanted things to work out. And now?

He didn’t believe in second chances. He never really did. What was done was done. So he didn’t pray for himself to make it out. He didn’t expect the Heavenly Father to throw him a crutch.

But he did pray for you.

He prayed in his fading moments that you would always be safe, that his fucked-up breach of agreements wouldn’t cause you harm or lead to your death.

He prayed that you would find someone as good as you were, someone who wouldn’t make you be something you didn’t want to be. He understood not wanting to live as what you’d been born or created to be.

“Just make it possible for her to live well and be who she wants to be. Please, Fatherdon’t let those fuckers destroy her. Please. She’s a good person. She’s a good person.”

That was his final thought as his eyes grew heavy and his chest ached with agony. His wings still fluttered at the thought of you.

She didn’t deserve to be born there.

He accepted death fully. He didn’t expect to suddenly be alive again, so his confusion was huge when he woke up in an unfamiliar place in Hell.

Looking at the vast landscape reminding him of the countryside he realized he definitely wasn’t in the Pride Ring. He wasn’t well-versed in Hell’s geography, so he had no idea where he was. His wings automatically stretched to flap and lift him, pure habit. Yet they couldn’t do what they’d done so easily in Heaven. Confused, he looked at them

And froze in horror.

His wings were no longer the pure, golden bright color he was used to, but ashy black and gray, in terrible condition. The reason he couldn’t fly was obvious: all his flight feathers were gone, as though burned away. A liquid trickling down his face drew his attention. Bringing a hand up to wipe it, he saw black coating his fingers. Now alert, he felt the pounding in his head and noticed his nails had turned into black claws.

His chest heaved as he moved his hand to the top of his head, hissing in pain when he felt horns exploding from his skull. They felt crooked and messed up beyond belief. Adam took a step, meaning to move or find a mirror, and agony jolted through his legs, sending him tumbling forward. His wings flapped in a useless attempt to catch him, but failed, and he collided with the ground.

He rolled onto his ass, ignoring how his robe now stained with blackened blood slid around him, and glanced at his legs. Horror struck when he saw patches of black and brown fur leading down to hoof-like feet.

What the fuck happened to him?!

Why was he like this?!

Panicking, he tried scrambling to his feet. He needed to get to a church. To the elevator. He needed to contact Sera; she would have answers. Fuck, he needed to

A ringtone blared from his robe’s pocket, making him dig for his phone frantically.

It was probably Sera, probably help, maybe Lutesomeone who could tell him what was going on.

“Adam! Holy fuck, you answered!” a buttery, velvety voice cried out instead. He froze, his wings snapping open immediately as he recognized sniffles and quiet sobs.

“Where are you?!” you shrilled, making his head swim.

“What? Y/N?”

“I don’t give a fuck if your work can’t let you be seen. It’s been days since the extermination, Adam! Where the fuck are you? I’m coming to see you! I thought you were dead!” you sobbed.

Guilt flooded him. In a daze, Adam looked around, describing the area he was in.

“You’re… in Wrath? That’s not I don’t care. I’ll be there in a second,” you said before hanging up.

“Y/N, wait!” But the line went dead.

Adam couldn’t help screaming in frustration and guilt. He had no idea what was going on, why he was in Hell, why he looked like thisand fuck, he didn’t want you to see him like this. He hadn’t even had a chance to explain who he was. How would you react?

His thoughts couldn’t spiral any faster when a strange noise came from behind, making him turn to see the air warping into a portal and a small woman stepping through. His eyes landed on you, and his wings fluttered at the sight.

God, you were such a pretty sight in person.

Your eyes darted around frantically until you saw him, and you halted immediately. A noise left you as you stared at him. Recognition formed, then fear. Adam wasn’t stupid; Hell must’ve gotten a great show of his face days ago.

You took a few steps back as though to flee. He should have let you.

“I can explain!” he blurted, staring at you wide-eyed, raising his hands to show he wouldn’t harm youHeaven knew he would never harm you, but you didn’t know that.

“If… if you let me,” he added quickly, seeing how your face morphed into uncertainty. You should run, but he watched as you took a few more steps back and then nodded, moving to sit down. Relief flooded him.

So he did. He told you everything now. The very first call was a mistake, how after he heard your voice, he couldn’t help but want more, how each phone call made him fall more in love with hearing about your day, your life. How you made him feel less alone. That you felt like more than some woman he was paying to talk to. How he loved your conversation, feeling as though you truly cared for him in a way others did not.

“I had friends, yeah, but… you, with you I wanted to hear from you. You made me feel real, like you just treated me differently than I’d ever been treated before,” he struggled to say, looking at you. You were listening intently, considering his words, judging them. Anxiety twisted his gut, and he took a shaky breath. His wings flexed and fluffed up in his discomfort.

“You just made me feel like I was someone worth talking to, not some fucking pet. Like I”

Adam froze, his lips quivering, eyes dropping.

A pet.

Has he always felt that way?

He thought back to how he was treated in Heaven, always given commands to follow, told who to be, and if he didn’t meet their exact demands, he was met with annoyed faces and reminders of his “worth.”

Had they always seen him as a pet?

“Adam?” your voice came, and still he couldn’t look up from the ground. In his peripheral vision, he saw your (shade of pink) hand gently rest on his own.

“...My only purpose was to be a breeder, you know?” he spoke after a moment, eyes still cast down. “And when that was done, it was whatever else they needed me to be. Even then, I was never taken seriously, just a joke. So I guess… I just committed to it. The joke. The joke of a man who did their dirty work.”

Your face showed a soft grimace, but you still held onto him gently, your small wings fluttering. Then you cupped his face.

“What do you want to be?” you asked softly, peering into his golden eyes. “If you had a chance to live a new life, what would you want to be?”

Adam froze, staring at you, his eyes growing glossy.

“Happy,” he whispered, tears falling. “I just want to be happy… A family, a real family… marriage to someone I love, who will love me and not leave me. I just want to be happy.”

Your heart ached at his words, but you stood, offering him your hand.

“This place isn’t a paradise,” you said, “but if you let yourself learn, if you try, you can find happiness here.” You spoke softly, watching how his eyes moved to your hand. His brows furrowed, then his expression softened as he placed his much larger hand in yours.

He pushed himself up, because Heaven knows you couldn’t have pulled him up on your own.

“With you?” the words came out faster than his thoughts, and he looked embarrassed. But your fingers wrapped around his, making his new, dark wings flutter even more. He looked at your face, seeing a soft and pure smile there.

“I would like that,” you answered.

Six months had passed in Hell and all of its rings.

The hotel had been rebuilt and was as busy as ever. Charlie ran around, trying to prepare for a celebration in hopes of bringing more sinners to the hotel. Everyone was working hard to give the new hotel a positive reputation.

She only skidded to a stop when she noticed a crowd around Angel, who was happily munching on something. When she neared, she noticed Angel had a container of strawberries.

“Ah, Charlie, you gotta try these strawberries,” Angel called, turning to face her. “They burst in your mouth like a guy busting a”

“Don’t even say that shit,” Husk sneered, snatching the container and handing one to Charlie.

Charlie took one, noticing it seemed to glow and sparkle, a shimmer that no plant in Hell had ever had. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“My dear, what on earth is the matter?” Alastor asked, leaning toward her on his cane.

“Oh, nothing,” Charlie murmured, stepping away from the group and staring at the fruit. All her life living here, she had never seen such a thing before.

She walked from the crowd to the bar, where she saw her love, Vaggie, and her father talking quietly. They both stopped when she arrived. Vaggie greeted her warmly.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Vaggie asked. Charlie looked up at her, then held out the strawberry to her father.

“Dad… do you recognize this?” she asked quietly.

Lucifer let out a polite laugh, thinking she was joking, then paused when he truly saw the glowing fruit.

“I haven't seen something like this since… Eden. And even then, only…” Lucifer trailed off, looking at his daughter in surprise. “Only Adam could grow them.”

“That fucker is alive?!” Vaggie snarled in surprise.

It brought them to the Wrath Ring.

Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie weaved through the ring, heading to the markets. It bustled with Hellborn chattervarious butcher stalls, crops, anything one might need. Their attention was drawn to a busy stall where gleaming fruits were stacked, shining brightly.

Lucifer grabbed Charlie and Vaggie, pulling them to the side.

“Best if he doesn’t see us,” he mumbled, not wanting to deal with a fight, and the girls nodded as they observed the stall.

They didn’t have to wait long before a tall figure emerged from the back, carrying crates. His face was the same, but everything else had changed drastically over the last six months.

“How is it even possible for him to be down here? Sinners can’t cross rings without strict permission,” Charlie asked, watching the man who had destroyed her first hotel.

Lucifer was silent for a moment, as though remembering the past and seeing the present all at once. He stared at Adam, who was setting up his glowing crops with a content smile while selling them to the Hellborn.

It was like the old days in the Garden, when Adam eagerly showed Lucifer his first homegrown plant.

“I… uh… He’s not really a Sinner,” Lucifer explained at last. “Like your mother when she fell, she turned into a demon. Her soul isn’t exactly a modern human’s soul, so it makes sense Adam’s did the same… became a demon.”

Charlie and Vaggie watched as a Hellborn woman succubus came around the corner with a smaller crate, which Adam immediately took from her, scolding her gently. He seemed worried as he led her to sit down.

“Adam, I’m okay!” your voice rang out, laughing as the man guided you to sit. A smile formed on his face.

“I told you already, babes, you’re not lifting anything. We’re sticking to our plan,” Adam said. “So just sit there all pretty, yeah? Let me, the man, do all the work. Besides, you’re already working too hard,” he teased, his hand moving protectively over the succubus’s stomach.

Charlie, Lucifer, and Vaggie’s eyes went wide at the sight. Lucifer moved as though to step forward, but Charlie grabbed him.

They all looked on at the scene of the two of you laughing, relaxed, at peace with each other. Adam had changed so much in the last six months.

He and the succubus looked truly happy… redeemed in a way.

“Let’s just go, Dad,” Charlie said softly. She took in Lucifer’s surprise and smiled at him.

“Let’s just turn the other cheek,” she added, taking Vaggie’s hand and leading her away, a bright smile on her face.

“Let’s go home.”

[dahliascophin]

Okay, you've already done "what if Chris found your toys", right? How about he finds you, reading, takes a peek, and sees that you're reading the filthiest smut ever written??!?!?!!!

He'd be like "what the hell?" like super confused, and then intrigued. Whatever will happen? 👀 (lol, we all know)

I live for this type of content

Anyways, love from your biggest Chris-fan <3

dreamy sigh. this might be a long one. including that we write smut too ;)

Chris accidentally finding out you read aggressive smut.. but Chris also finding out you write.. porn? oh he's like jumping for joy LMAO

Thinking about it being you and Chris at his place just lounging and he sneaks up behind you while you're reading some nasty dirty shit your favorite online writer posted earlier and Chris is reading it as his eyes slowly widen as he leans in closer to read, accidentally breathing down your neck causing you to quickly turn your phone off and turn behind you- endning up in making eye contact with him and your faces so close you can touch noses almost.

"oh shit."

"Oh shit is right- you read porn?"

"what else did it look like, Chris?"

"... it was kind of hot to read..just didn't think you'd be into that"

"...Oh."

Leading to Chris.. snooping.. on your phone while you're busy doing something with Jess at the lodge.

Finding your rough written smut about.. you and him. his eyes are wide while he reads how you write about him fucking you stupid and he's getting warm and hard and he KNOWS he shouldnt be doing this and how its invasive and wrong and-

"What are you doing?"

"Uh. i i just um- i needed to check the time and your phone was closest.."

"You're an awful liar you know"

"Yeah. i immediately realized how-fucking dumb that sounded."

"You like what you found?"

"...And if i did?"

"We... could... recreate whichever one caused your ah-little problem"

Leading to Chris having you pressed against the wall while his hands are around your throat to keep you in place while he bites and kisses you harshly, his well built thigh between your legs so you can grind against it and whimper and grab his shirt tight

"If i'd know you write about me fucking you like that, i'd fuck you any way you thought about.."

WOOOOOFFFFF..

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

Sorry to hijack your post but

Imagine this happens when Whumpee is calling Caretaker on the phone

Like for example in a situation where Whumper is forcing Whumpee to call Caretaker, to pretend that everything is fine, but then at the end Whumpee uses this specific name for them, and Caretaker immediately knows that something is very wrong

And that way they can’t do anything about the situation immediately, because they still don’t know where Whumpee is or what happened, all they know is that they’re in danger and hmgfsndgrgfjrhdk <3

Whumpee screaming out to Caretaker, calling them a name they would only use if shit gets serious (ie, they usually call Caretaker a nickname, but calls them by their actual name when something bad happens.)

That was when Caretaker knew: Whumpee is in serious danger.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

WOWWWW OMG I had a dream all about raising the Rowdyruff boys as OLDER kids!!!! 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭😭💖😭💖 They were about twelve or thirteen years old and they were actually not total little psycopaths (I think that was mostly thanks to me) and it was actually really fun being with them around the city and they clearly looked up to and respected me aaaaaaaah I LOVE THEM 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖

[vonlipvig]

time to unwind by reading a nice relaxing book! (pulls up morse code cypher)

[dayurno]

[hana-bobo-finch]

I want SO BADLY to make some random long pdbc comic rn but NOOOOO apparently I can’t just snap my fingers and have one appear in front of me. i would need to “”””plan it out”””” and “””sketch””” it and “””do the line art””” and “””color””” it and “””shade””” it and “””rewrite it so many times to the point it’s not flowing naturally at all and oh no this was a bad idea why did I think I could ever do this properly”””

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly lmao 2024 lambda literary award finalist wynnstannery

[a9saga]

tbt - versaemerge - redesign me // i would like to apologize to versaemerge personally for not assuming that their debut album would hold up nearly as well as it did

[tenok]

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