#but also i like miss the chaos of the marathon already

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Hi, can I ask for some Sherlock Holmes with a side of spanking and cuddles?

Title: The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Fandom: Enola Holmes series

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him. For @princessphilly, I hope this works!!

Warnings: female!masturbation, spanking, softDom!Sherlock

A/N: I listened to “24 Caprices for Solo Violin, Op. 1, MS 25: No. 24 in A Minor” while writing this, you do not have to. But it is quite good if you like violin and suspenseful music. Also, Enola correctly guesses that Paganini is Sherlock’s favorite composer in the first Enola Holmes film, so like, research! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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The sounds of violin wafted through 221B Baker Street. You loved to hear Sherlock play most days. But, today was different. This was day three of a Paganini marathon, which could only mean one thing.

He was stumped on a case. 

A case he refused to talk to you about. No, he could only converse with his beloved violin about it. However, that’s not how you see it. No. 

Your perception? He decided to play instead of paying attention to you. Being the brat that you are, you are determined to make him regard your presence.

You don your tightest bodice and skirt, the deep sapphire one that Sherlock purchased for you as a gift when he asked you to move into Baker Street. He specifically had it tailored to your measurements, showing off your ample bosom and child-bearing hips. 

You make your way from your shared bedroom into the drawing room where Sherlock is playing. His violin is tucked between his chin and shoulder. His left hand bows at a speed that makes the messy curls on his head dance along to the music. His right hand holds the violin at the neck so delicately, it’s almost loving.

You step around several stacks of papers, narrowly missing a tower of books. You remind yourself to have that talk again with Sherlock about the difference between organization and chaos. 

You finally make it to the chair next to his music stand, his eyes never leaving the sheet music. You make sure to sit down in a way that makes a squeak that Sherlock has commented on many a time. He’s actually shown you how to sit so that said squeak does not occur. You remarked that he could just get rid of the chair, to which he replied that you can sit elsewhere if you’re going to complain.

No reaction. 

You seethe, watching as he continues with 24 Caprices. You kick over the music stand and the sheets dance gracefully to the floor.

Nothing.

He simply closes his eyes and plays from memory. He plays it perfectly, of course. Paganini is his favorite composer, after all. He would know it forward and backward.

You were growing impatient, running out of options for how to get this man’s attention. Until it hit you. The idea was just ridiculous enough to work. It would be depravity in polite society, sure. But clever enough to get him to at least acknowledge your presence. And that would be enough.

You get up from the chair and make your way over to the chaise lounge. Arranging a few pillows to rest your head upon, you then lie down and pull your skirt up enough to get to your drawers. You pull them down and toss them out of the way, Sherlock being none the wiser as he continues playing.

You let your hand wander down to your folds, already slick with the frustration of being untouched for days. You allow yourself time to tease, playing with your swollen bud before dipping lower to enter a single finger within yourself. A sigh escapes your lips as you explore your inner walls. As another finger joins the first, Sherlock’s name falls from your lips.

Sherlock’s sense of smell is what pulls him out of his hyperfocus. He smells your arousal as he hears his name in the air. In an instant, his fixation becomes all about you.

He places down his violin and bow next to the fallen music stand, not putting it right-side up. Not bothering to be quiet, as your moans now fill the room louder than his playing did, he stalks over to you and clears his throat loudly.

Your hand stills and you open one eye looking up at your husband. The look on his face of disappointment is enough to cause heat to flare behind your cheeks. Then, his face changes to that of…impatience?

“Well? Are you going to finish then? Or must I intervene?” Sherlock’s words have a bite to them, and you can’t say you’re surprised. Well, you are stunned he is offering to help.

At least you were under the impression that he is offering to help. And that is why he is the expert detective and you are...well, not.

Before you can ask for assistance, Sherlock is lifting you off the chaise and throws you over his shoulder. He takes you into the bedroom and set you down on your feet before sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He points to you and beckons you with a curved finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You begin to sit next to him, but he blocks your path.

“I don’t believe bad girls get to sit down next to Sir. Over my knee with yourself, girl. You’re going to practice your counting. And don’t make me repeat myself.” Sherlock’s voice is stern and you involuntarily gulp before settling your middle across his lap.

Sherlock pulls up your skirt so it rests along your back and the cool air of the room produces gooseflesh along your bare bottom and legs. No sooner do you register that feeling does the first blow land. You grunt as Sherlock’s hand grazes the skin of your left cheek.

“One, Sir!” You cry out, surprised at the white-hot heat of the smack.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He raises his hand again. He waits until your ass relaxes and brings down his hand upon your right cheek. This time harder than the first.

“Two, Sir!” You shout, the sting radiating through you.

“Good girl, I think you deserve one more though,” Sherlock informs you and you nod, “Use your words, girl. Do you deserve another?”

“Yes, Sir, I deserve another,” you whimper, clenching your thighs to try and gain some sort of friction.

“I wholeheartedly agree, my dear,” he laughs, punctuating his sentiment with one last swat to your left cheek.

“Three, Sir!” You gasp, clutching onto Sherlock’s pant leg as his hand finds its way between your legs to find you soaked.

“That’s my good girl, look how soaked you are for me. I bet you’re right on the edge. All you need is one…last…push,” Sherlock plunges two fingers into your sodden cunt and expertly finds your inner bundle of nerves. He massages it while praising you for taking your punishment so well. “You’ve been so good for me, my love. You take all the attention you need, girl.”

Before long, you are clenching around Sherlock’s fingers and he is working you through your orgasm with his skilled fingers. You send thanks to the heavens for marrying a man who understands the female anatomy. 

As you come down, Sherlock pulls down your skirt. He pulls a pillow from the bed for you to sit on as he turns you around in his lap. He kisses your forehead and presses your head down to lean on his shoulder, resting his head upon yours. 

“Now, my dear little one. Care to explain what that little show was for?” His voice is calm as his arms wrap around you, holding you flush to him as he rocks a bit back and forth.

“I hate it when you’re stuck on a case, you don’t pay any attention to your wife, my love,” You don’t attempt to hide the sorrow in your voice.

“You’re so right. I’ve neglected my dearest. She even had to turn to her own ministrations in the wake of my absence,” he pulls back and looks down at you, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “As frustrating as a case may be, it is no excuse to ignore you. I promise you, my love, it will not happen again. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Sherlock,” you twirl your finger around a curl of his hair and watch it spring back, “I love you.”

“And I love you, dear one. Now, shall we solve this case, Mrs. Holmes?”

“That we shall, Mr. Holmes.”

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mayprompts2024 #17, chaos

Read parts 1-12 on AO3 here

Part 13 only on tumblr so far

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The Perfect Place - Part Fourteen

Sherlock had morphed into a stalagmite, standing frozen on the spot, unable to do anything about the chaos that would undoubtebly ensue after John had opened the door of the fridge.

John’s piercing shriek had also pierced Sherlock’s ears and cut deeply into his brain.

Great, you utter, utter, stupid arse! How could you forget about this? Now John who has been so far so accepting of all of your quirks and weirdnesses will think you are an insane cannibalistic murderer and he will run to the hills immediately. Sherlock berated himself. All you’ve achieved so far has been in vain. You’ve cocked everything up. Everything!

“There’s a head in the fridge!” John called out. He had involuntarily jumped backwards and away from the fridge, leaving the door wide open.

“John, I…”

“A severed human head!”

John’s eyes moved to and fro like someone watching a tennis match. From looking at the head that resided on a chipped porcelain platter with a colourful and corny floral design on it to looking at Sherlock who had taken on a similar complexion like the dead head (bloodless and grey-ish). Then back again to the head (checking if it was still there and not some PTSD-related hallucination) and then back again to Sherlock (checking if he was still there and not some PTSD-related hallucination).

“It’s not what you think, I…”

“You stored a fucking severed human head in your fucking fridge like a fucking cannibal and nearly gave me a fucking heart attack you absolute fucking madman! You could have given me a fucking warning, you know? Jesus fucking Christ!” John panted heavily as if he had just run a marathon.

Sherlock’s face displayed a stunning and drastic change of colour within the three seconds of John’s rant. From grey deathly white pale to hot pink burning red.

(The reason for this was that Sherlock’s brain had switched into semipermeable word pattern recognition and now suffered from input overload.)

(Meaning that Sherlock had tuned out all of John’s words apart from “fucking”. His eyes were glued on John’s lips that repeatedly formed the fucking word and the Mind Palace ignited with the blaze of a nuclear explosion.)

Sherlock jumped forward and slammed the door of the fridge shut, turned around and barricaded the door with his back, now facing John who had recovered from the shock but still gaped at Sherlock in disbelief.

“Is this the rest of the flatmate-candidate you've spoken about?” John asked.

“No, he’s not.” Sherlock babbled. “It’s for an experiment…”

“You severed someone else’s head then for this experiment of yours?” John lectured sternly, “That’s a bit not good, you know?”

(Due to the current thick clouds of smoke from the burning Mind Palace, Sherlock missed the tiny twitch in John’s right corner of the mouth.)

“What? No! I mean, yes! I know that it’s not good to kill people,” Sherlock started sweating.

John advanced slowly until he stood just one foot away from Sherlock who pressed his back even harder against the fridge’s door.

“Did you use the Turkish scimitar to decapitate him? You can tell me all about it!”

“I didn’t kill him, John! Really! Or anybody. Ever.”

John leant forward and whispered into Sherlock’s (lobster-red and firy-hot) ear. “You can confide in me. I’ll treat it as a case of doctor’s confidentiality.”

Sherlock’s heart pounded like the drums of a marching band. (A very big marching band.)

“It’s not what it looks like.” He said weakly.

John put his hands on Sherlock’s shoulders and pushed them softly against the fridge. He kept whispering, bringing his mouth so close now that his lips brushed against Sherlock’s ear lobe.

“I know that, of course. But seeing you all flustered and freaking out like this is really funny.”

“What?” Sherlock gasped. “You didn’t… You!”

John retreated his face and Sherlock was already loathe to lose the delicious contact of John’s lips.

“I’m a doctor, I can see when someone died of a lead poisoning and was decapitated post-mortem. You should have seen your face!" John started laughing out loud.

Sherlock regained his composure admiraby quickly, feigning indignance and feeling insulted. He pouted (the child-like moue made John laugh even more) and replied petulantly. “I could have administered the poison to kill him.”

John looked Sherlock into the eyes, stating calmly, “No, you haven’t.”

Sherlock leant forward to get closer to John’s delectable lips and breathed, “No, I haven’t.”

John bridged the gap and his lips touched Sherlock’s, light as a butterfly’s wing.

“Yoo Hoo!” The voice of an elderly woman suddenly called from the sitting-room. “Boys, are you in the kitchen?”

As if struck by lightning, Sherlock and John jumped away from each other, landing awkwardly to the left and right side of the frigde, fiddling with their hands and both sporting beet-red faces. Sherlock coughed and John cleared his throat.

A nice and frail looking old lady entered the kitchen, beaming at John. “Oh, hello, my dear.” Turning to Sherlock, she said, “Won’t you introduce me?”

“This is my landlady Martha Hudson,” Sherlock croaked, “and this is…”

“Dr. John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fuseliers, pleased to meet you.” John felt that he needed to impress the landlady so he adopted his military stance and saluted smartly.

“Oh, you’re a dashing young man, aren’t you?” She chuckled, clearly delighted.

(Not only Mrs. Hudson was impressed though. Sherlock was very much impressed as well and made a mental note to ask John about his military uniform.)

Mrs Hudson looked from Sherlock to John and back to Sherlock. A knowing smile formed on her face.

“I can see why you like him, Sherlock. He’s right up your street.”

Both men averted their eyes, quickly looking elsewhere. Sherlock felt his head turning red for the umpteenth time (wondering if he would ever regain his normal complexion) while John was terribly interested in a blue spot on the ceiling. Both remained silent.

“Oh, you silly boys, don’t be so shy!” Mrs Hudson grinned. “Will John be your new flatmate, Sherlock?”

Sherlock locked his eyes on John’s face. “I don’t know. Will you?”

John stared right back. “Yes, of course. With pleasure if you’ll have me.”

Sherlock beamed all over his face.

“There’s a second bedroom upstairs, if you’ll be needing two.” Mrs Hudson winked at John.

Sherlock chimed in. “I don’t know. Will we be needing two?”

“No, I think your bedroom will be the perfect place to sleep in. Now that you’ve bought the king-size bed, right?”

They engaged in a heated session of lecherous eye-sex.

Mrs Hudson groaned impatiently. “Boys, just kiss already!”

So they did.

It would have been very rude to not follow the old lady’s bidding, wouldn’t it?

🛏🛏🛏🛏🛏THE END🛏🛏🛏🛏🛏

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The Bed Shop Boys say goodbye and will be very busy with testing the Royal Metropolis Deluxe once it is delivered to 221b.

Thank you all for reading, commenting and liking this AU. I had a lot of fun with writing these silly funny cringy scenes!

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[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part VII

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a/n: first off a humans wrath has a new look! what do y’all think? i quite like the red since it matches my blog, or should i have stuck with the green color palette?? (ó﹏ò｡)

second omg how do some of you read so fast..?? literally these past couple of days a few of you have been reading the entirety of this story in a span of 10 minutes or less. y’all are speed readers i swear, but i think it’s so sweet that you all read through it and enjoy it <3

warnings: a bit of manipulation, angst, the usual

An offering of oneself

The House of Lamentation had become quite lively as you continued to stay there. Each brother soon breaking out of their shell and opening up about the things your demons would usually tell you.

It was cute in a way to learn about them as they told you their own interests and some personal information. However this was nothing new since you and your demons already had such a strong bond; so listening to these brothers was like learning about each of them all over again.

They on the other hand loved hearing you talk about your interests as well as your thoughts. Each would listen with sparkling eyes as you spoke, some not even daring to look away afraid they would miss something important. It felt nice to get attention like this from them.

Your demons always gave you attention and it was nice, however the closer you got the more boundaries they pushed and you were never one to say anything about the matter since it never bothered you. Unlike your demons, these brothers respected your boundaries even if you hadn’t set any. So it puzzled you at first when they would knock at your door and wait to be let in instead of barging through the door shouting. Or when Belphie asked if you wanted to cuddle or if he could lay in your lap. Your Belphie never asked, he just did, but it never bothered you. Right?

They were also not ones to fight over you that much. Sure each liked their time with you, but they figured out a system to share your time without causing you stress. It was nice, only if your demons could do that.

You had made your way into Levi’s room with a few drinks and snacks as he requested. The Avatar of Envy would have gotten them himself, however he was busy preparing his room for the all-night anime marathon you agreed too.

Levi couldn’t contain his excitement when you had agreed, to the point where he had almost started crying. After you panicked and asked if he was ok he explained with a beet red face that he was just so happy you wanted to hang out with a gross otaku like himself.

After a few words of affirmation you helped him calm down and then claimed that he wasn’t gross and that he shouldn’t think of himself that way. Which again triggered another crying session followed by asking if you were an angel.

Thinking back on it now he was as emotional as your Levi, the only downside was that he wasn’t as physically comfortable with you as your Levi was. But the good thing with this Levi is that if you asked him not to talk down on himself then he would stop and listen. Yours would just continue making you exhaust your vocabulary further.

Asmo was also the same in a sense. He still had great fashion taste and advice, not to mention he always looked drop dead gorgeous. However this Asmo was more sentimental with you than yours. You found yourself swooning at his words when he would talk about how happy you made him. It was sweet.

You had found yourself in Asmo’s room for the night partaking in a new skincare routine he wanted to try. As you both laid down on his fluffy pink bed talking about drama and what not, Asmo cut the conversation short and got serious for a moment.

“You know darling I’ve always dreamed of doing this with you. Just talking and enjoying each other’s company as well as the latest Devildom drama” he said laughing a bit.

“After the incident we never were able to talk anymore and any time I tried you would yell, so I left not wanting to further stress you out. But oh how I missed you. Your beautiful smile and laughter, as well as your sense of humor. But now I’m so glad to be with you again, you don’t understand how happy it makes me! Not to mention your skin is looking lovely now!” Asmo said, pulling you into a tight hug.

You laughed in response as he continued to shower you with words of praise, surprisingly never once bringing himself up as he talked about you. Which shocked you a bit since your Asmo always mentions something about himself. But you didn’t mind…

Satan had always been the same, there and here. He continued to always watch out for you and make sure you were doing well. Not to mention he still continues to tutor you or even help with your homework. He was always thoughtful about your needs and made sure to walk you to your next class or help you cram study for the next upcoming project.

Satan was always so reliable. And you confirmed that when you spent the day in the library with him after school.

He was helping you finish the worksheet given in your Devildom history class and even offered some new pieces of information your Satan never mentioned. As he was watching you study he couldn’t help as his mind began to drift somewhere else.

This was like a fairy tale in a sense. You never let him get too close before, but now you were sitting next to him asking for his help, and even talking to him about your interests and favorite books.

He knew he shouldn’t let the conversation falter since you were supposed to be studying but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice was so comforting to listen to. He had never heard it often so hearing it now while it was just the two of you was divine.

Since you had read some of his favorite books he found himself rambling about them more so than he liked. But he didn’t care, the way you looked as he rambled made his heart race. And as you talked the expressions he gave you were simply adorable.

Your Satan wasn’t nearly this expressive. Sure he was expressive to an extent but it was like watching a whole new side of him. It was exhilarating. You wished your Satan would be a bit more expressive like this one.

Your first demon found himself regaining that position again. Much to all the other brother’s dismay you and Mammon were joined at the hip again causing all sorts of mischief. He loved having you around like he used too. The butterflies in his stomach remained ever present the more time he spent with you, and he loved the feeling you gave him when you would reciprocate his affection.

You and Mammon were enjoying a few Devildom movies in his room like last time, except he vowed not to push you out. He instead let you know how much he valued you and your company. Insisting that you were a great fit for “The Great Mammon”.

Laughing as he cracked a joke or two about the two of you, you found yourself wishing your Mammon was as open about his feelings as this one was.

Sure the tsundere act he gave off was cute, but sometimes you wished he was more open with his feelings instead of acting like you weren’t that special to him. It hurt a tad but you had gotten used to it because Mammon always made you feel more special than anyone.

However this Mammon was soon beginning to make you question if you really did want more with your Mammon. Deciding to push it to the back of your mind you didn’t want it to bother you. Because you told yourself you were happy with your demons.

And oh Beel, he continued to be as sweet as your Beel. Always making sure you ate enough, and making sure you were in proper health.

One thing this Beel found himself enjoying more was the fact that you fed him. Since you would constantly feed your Beel you unconsciously did the same with him. The gesture at first surprised him but he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. After all this way he was able to eat more food.

His brothers were not fond of it since he always wanted you to sit next to him at restaurants or dinners at home. They claimed he shouldn’t be doing that to you because then you’d never be able to eat your food since you were constantly feeding him.

This worried the poor demon so you soon found yourself being fed instead. It surprised all of you when Beel would wait to eat until you were content. It was endearing that he did that but sometimes you would have to tell him to make sure to eat because his stomach was scaring everyone.

He also formed a habit of picking you up and just carrying you around. At first it scared you when you were suddenly lifted by your armpits and held bridal style in his arms till he set you down. It was cute though.

Thinking back, you thought to possibly ask your Beel if he could be more affectionate. It’s not like he wasn’t, but the way this Beel was pampering you made you feel as if you were on cloud nine. But you decided against it because you found your Beel’s affection to be enough. That's what you wanted to believe…

Belphie was an interesting demon now. After he heard what you spoke to Lucifer about and even after apologizing he still felt himself tiptoeing around you, worried.

He always made sure you were comfortable in his presence before doing anything though which made your heart swell just that small bit, because you realized he cared. Of course your Belphie cared, he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

Since Belphie was a brat you weren’t that surprised that this Belphie acted like one. However it was never directed towards you, instead his brothers were always on the receiving end.

After he found out about your knowledge of stars the Avatar of Sloth soon found himself falling in love with you and your voice. However what he didn’t know was that he was actually the one who taught you everything you knew about the topic.

The planetarium had become your usual resting place now. He loved to look at and talk about all the beautiful stars in the sky, he even showed you his and his brothers stars. Unbeknownst to him however was you knew they existed, after all him and Beel had given you theirs.

But you humored him, which in turn made the youngest unbelievably happy to not be on the receiving end of your anger anymore. Perhaps Belphie had never been so bad after all. You then found yourself wishing your Belphie would apologize like the one laying soundly asleep on your lap did.

Lastly was Lucifer. He couldn’t get enough of you for some odd reason, which he found almost suspicious because he never would have thought a human could bring out emotions like this from him.

What didn’t help was the fact that you could read him like a book. You knew how he liked his coffee, and how he preferred his sandwiches sliced. You even knew the way he liked to prepare his favorite snack. It was as if you knew him like the back of your hand, which spoiler you did.

After spending so much time around the oldest back in your original timeline you found yourself knowing each of Lucifer’s little habits even if he didn’t catch on to them himself. So now being here with this Lucifer you had found it to be quite odd when he would give you puzzling looks when you did something he preferred.

He couldn’t help it. He believed himself to be falling in love. Is this what he could’ve had if you accepted their apology? Being doted on and loved? This was a new experience for the Avatar of Pride, one he soon enjoyed. And oh when you complimented him you only added fire to his already flaming ego.

So he thought of the perfect scenario to make it official with you.

You had walked into his office late at night knowing this would be one of the designated days he stayed up late to do paperwork.

Lightly knocking you then walked in before he could answer, holding a silver tray. On the tray laid freshly brewed tea and a small sandwich since he only ate a small portion for dinner.

The demon in question smiled up and greeted you as you walked in and set the tray down.

“Good afternoon Mc”

“Good afternoon Luci” you replied smiling. Soon taking your seat on one of his big plush chairs in front of the desk.

He found himself loving that nickname, especially since you used it only in his presence. “Thank you” he replied after taking a sip of the tea.

“Of course, anything for you” you smiled, teasing him with a wink.

He rolled his eyes jokingly and set his pen down to look at you. This action caused you to stiffen a bit, since he only did that when he had something important to talk about.

“So Mc,” he started

You swallowed another sip of tea and braced yourself.

“I want you to know how much I really appreciate you being here.”

“Oh Luci it’s no problem, I’ve told you this before”

“No seriously Mc I mean it. You’ve changed my brothers and I. You’ve helped us a lot and for that we are very grateful, you should know Diavolo is too. Because now the exchange program is going wonderfully. And it’s all thanks to you”

You blinked for a few seconds stunned. Lucifer did praise you at times but this was something else entirely. You smiled at him and sighed. A sense of deja vu then washed over you.

You’ve had this conversation before…

That’s why it felt so familiar, the only thing different was that your Lucifer was singing your praises.

“Thank you Luci, I appreciate it”

“I’m glad you do, you should know it’s not everyday I give my compliments to someone” he laughed.

You laughed in response but fell silent when his eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Mc there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What’s up...” you said skeptically, a part of you didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“As a part of my appreciation to you, I’d like to offer myself to you…”

What…

“Mc, it would be an honor, if you would make a pact with me.”

No, why was he asking that.

He knows I’m not his Mc right..?

You stared at him blankly as he smiled at you. “Lucifer, you know I’m from a different timeline, correct..? I’m not your Mc.”

He looked at you puzzled again then continued. “I know that’s why I’m asking you, not them.”

You froze. What was he talking about? It’s not like you were staying in this timeline forever, you had to find the way back to yours eventually.

“Lucifer… I already have a pact with you”

“No, you have a pact with another demon from a timeline that’s not this one.”

“Lucifer. I already have my own Lucifer, I’m sorry” you said.

You saw his face drop and felt your heart shatter. Never had you once seen an expression like that on his face.

“Besides,” you continued trying to lighten the blow “I have to go back to my timeline eventually so I have no right to make a pact with you because technically this isn’t even my own body.”

“That doesn’t matter this is the present”

“No Lucifer, I’m leaving eventually. And how would your Mc feel if they came back and found another pact on themselves that they didn’t even want. Consider their feelings for a change”

“Mc..” Lucifer began.

“I understand if that’s what you want,” he said smiling.

As you took in his expression you felt whatever was left of your shattered heart crack more. Besides how would your Lucifer feel if you rejected a pact with him?

That question popped into your mind as you studied the Avatar of Pride’s face. Sighing, you turned to leave. But before you spoke some final words to him before heading to bed.

“I’ll think about it Luci…just…give me time. And good night”

Lucifer walked over and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Good night Mc”

Your face flushed a bit but you turned before he could make it out and quickly left, trying to remember before this incident when the last time Lucifer kissed you was.

He smiled in response as you scurried out of his office then walked back to his desk. “Take all the time you need Mc, after all you’re not going anywhere anytime soon”

Lucifer knew you were a pushover. It was clear to him when you spilled your emotions that night. You let him and his brothers walk all over you in your timeline, and it wasn’t that hard for you to pick up your old habits here. So he believed that if he showed you a side of him that the other Lucifer rarely showed you’d give.

He wanted a pack with you. He wanted to feel close to you like his brothers did.

However when you rejected him initially he went with plan b, which ultimately worked. The second he made even the saddest expression your mind changed instantly as if to not want to upset him.

Surely Mc, you should’ve known something like this would happen. Especially with him and his brothers, they’re demons after all, and they live on pursuing what they want, him included.

So he and his brothers decided to show themselves in a different light than you were used to, in hopes of realizing that they were the better set of brothers than your original ones.

Which soon made you find yourself thinking as you laid in bed that night.

You have been comparing both sets of brothers to each other a lot lately.

Next part

[almadesarrollo]

GHOSTFORCE OPINION AND RECOMMENDATION (series necessary to watch to better understand MLB)

Given that there will clearly be a crossover with Ghostforce, I was forced to watch it, in 3 days I did a marathon and binge-watched everything about the series hahahahaha

what is it about? : there are 3 boys who must capture ghosts in capsules using superpowers, ghosts that appear out of nowhere and cause chaos, they have the help of miss jones, a half-human, half-ghost scientist who studies ghosts and a robot called glowboo, with the power to illuminate.

There are 2 seasons: the 1st season has 52 episodes and the 2nd also has 52, but the latter is still broadcast, each episode lasts approximately 12 minutes, as for movies, there are none so far, but there are 2 specials, one for Halloween and one for Christmas, both lasting approximately 21 minutes.

how is it? My criticism and opinion: The truth is that it is a very good series, I really like the idea of ​​fighting ghosts in the Ghostbuster style, and I also think that the concept of light and dark is very good, the characters are good, and well, One thing that I do like is how they leave the villain in the veil of mystery (something that MLB does not do) and also how the relationship between man and woman is carried out in the dynamics of battles, you know we are in the era where the woman has to being perfect and the trash man, but here this is well balanced and everyone contributes something important, which is appreciated, what I do think can play in a negative way is that they are very long seasons and even though the episodes are short, sometimes It is hard to see, because sometimes the dynamics are similar, (a bit like what happened in MLB) but of course, it is necessary to see because they are presentations of characters.

For me, the best have been the specials, especially the Halloween one, which undoubtedly best captures the essence of this series, and what its concept is, these are my favorites.

As for the animation and soundtrack, the truth is that it is also very good, it is average, a bit childish but not unpleasant to see, where it can best be appreciated is in the spaces, where the conditions are met, the music too It's fine but it often has Miraculous vibes, in fact, there is some recycling, and it will seem like you are watching this series hahaha.

Should we see it? :Yes, but come on, go see it right now!!! not because of how good she is but because of her connection with miraculous LADYBUG.

miraculous and ghostforce occur in the same universe and are connected, but on some amazing levels, there are references everywhere,

so it is logical that there is going to be a crossover, but, as I tell you, as I have watched the series this goes further, I mean the LONDON thing IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF WHAT YOU HAVE PLANNED GUYS!!!! , there are a lot of clues, so to speak, that the series itself leaves to imply how ALL THIS WILL COME TOGETHER more than once, it will be like MARVEL AND DC, so if you are a fan of miraculous ladybug, yes or yes You are going to have to watch this series because in the future everything is going to be connected to each other and you are going to get lost, (TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA, THIS IS GOING TO BE LIKE AVENGERS ENGAME, CLEARLY IF YOU DON'T SEEN CAPTAIN AMERICA, OR IRON MAN OR AVENGERS, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING AT ALL) and let's not talk about Zak Storm, this series has a subtle hint of that series, so imagine!!!!! And, this series is long so I recommend that you hurry up, another thing is that as you already know I have said that Miraculous LADYBUG is a puzzle and gives clues to what is going to happen next, right? Well, GHOSTFORCE is also part of that and has helped me better understand MLB, so if you have those types of problems, this series will also help you.

MIRACULER YEARS AGO :"HEY!" YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER OF MLB, BECAUSE IF NOT YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND WHY HE DOES THIS OR THAT." MIRACULER TODAY "YOU HAVE TO WATCH ALL THE SERIES in the ZAG universe BECAUSE IF NOT, YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS CHARACTER IS IN THE OTHER HERO'S COUNTRY AND THEY WORK TOGETHER ETC…"

CONCLUSION: YOU HAVE TO CATCH UP WITH ALL THIS, GO SEE IT, YOU WILL ENJOY IT AND YOU WILL BE MORE UP TO DATE WITH THIS WORLD OF HEROES THAT JEREMY IS SETTING UP, I FOR ONE, WHEN I FINISH MY ZAG POSTS, I WILL START MAKING THEORIES OF THE LONDON SPECIAL AND GHOSTFORCE WITH MLB BECAUSE SERIOUSLY I HAVE DISCOVERED MANY THINGS!!!!!

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[withleeknow]

I'm sorry before we get to our lovely astronaut, I have a whole 🐈‍⬛ bakery to offer from today:

firstly why would jay(won) single-handedly provide soft-hours husband material on a silver platter JAY WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR https://tinyurl.com/4txmpn9j

oml his mimo vibes are uncanny - https://tinyurl.com/2h26e59c even his vocal tone is on a similar wavelength *once again, the bias-line stars are aligning*

lastly: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGebBEQSk/ I fully malfunctioned seeing this- respectfully, his waist I- tldr; I need a tl cleanse with holy water 🫠

back to our man of the hour: I hope you survived WFH today - we finally have our flying kisses back:') https://tinyurl.com/354new82 🥹 and a whole stage performance LITERALLY A DAY AFTER COMING BACK THIS MAN IS UNREAL 💜💜 also I saw a caption along the lines of “jin returns from the army to be with his ARMY” and that'll be forever engraved in my mind 💌

[🍙's feeling devlish so

imagine he's returning to you after finishing his hugapalooza so you get to be his 1001st hug :') + ofc you're greeting him with an astronaut/wootteo cake that he can comically slice with his bare hand(s)

*record scratch*

actually you're third-wheeling a yoonjin movie marathon/sleepover so the three of you have made a giant blanket fort + you simply couldn't be happier]

1 2 3 yo if he grows out his hair just a little bit more i swearrr he's gonna be so mimo 😭 i don't even think he's boyfriend material. he just skipped right to husband, like that is the only tier for him idek how that's possible but i guess he's just out there looking like a whole husband 24/7 😳🔫

NOT THE FLYING KISS and the caption 😭 is2g i'm gonna throw up oh my god. look at him. he's so happy to be back i could cry. he hasn't changed one bit he's still our unhinged chaos gremlin and it's only been TWO days. i hope he keeps bothering us like this forever i've missed it so much 😭

get out of here with hc onigiri. do you know when i read that i almost dropped everything to write a jin drabble aldskjfgk. being his 1001st hug was a fucked up thing to say WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME NOW I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES. and the yoonjin sandwich oh my god. you simply cannot do this to me i am already in my feels about them you can't torture me like this

[iknewyoudunderstand]

omg thanks for understanding! I feel bad because I want to support everyone’s work but sometimes I can’t read it :/ but if you’re taking requests, what about Hotch accidentally walking in on Spencer talking to Penelope about his crush on Hotch?

“I know something you don’t know!”

“Statistically unlikely,” Spencer says, his voice thick from the early morning and the copious sugar in his coffee. “But it’s possible.”

Penelope, a shock of pink on an overall beige day at work, bounces on her toes. Her chunky jewelry clinks and clatters as she jumps around. If his brain wasn’t still sleep-addled, it would be too much for him, but he’s been up all night and his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet and he wasn’t prepared for a conversation so early in the morning. Right now, his senses are coasting on him barely being able to process the stimuli. The sun is barely even up. He has to summon a lot of energy to even make his mouth move.

“What do you know?”

“It’s a secret!”

He sighs. “Garcia, it’s 7:30 and you’re going a million miles an hour. Can you just tell me?”

She stops bouncing, arms dropping to her sides. Something like a scowl, an over-exaggerated imitation of Hotch, settles on her face. “Reid, that’s no fun.”

“Why does it have to be fun?”

“Because I love fun! Everyone knows this—it’s one of my best and most obvious features. Now ask me!”

“Ask you what?”

Penelope lets out a loud, put-upon sigh. “You’re killin’ me, whizz kid.”

“You’re killing me!”

“I would never.”

“What’s the secret?!”

“It’s your secret.” Her eyes flash and her smile turns devilish. “I know who you have a crush on!”

Spencer stops cold. “Garcia, I’m twenty-four. I-I don’t have a crush. I don’t have crushes. I haven’t had crushes since I was thirteen. No adult has crushes—”

“You absolutely have a crush. You’re stuttering, you’re doing that hand thing—” Spencer stuffs his hands in his pockets to stop himself from wringing them. “Uh huh. I’m not a profiler, but I know the signs! You have a crush.”

“So?” His voice cracks so loud he winces. “Listen, it… most adults spend a minimum of 1,680 hours in the office per year.” Penelope scoffs. “Exactly. So there’s not really anyone else for us. It’s very normal to be attracted to people you spend so much of your time with! There was a study in 1968 where college students were shown photos of faces, and some photos were shown up to twenty-five times while others were only shown once or twice, and the most liked faces were those that had been seen more. Prolonged exposure leads to increased attraction, so it’s normal that someone like Hotch would be—”

“You have a crush on Hotch?!”

Spencer throws his arms up. He probably won’t need a second cup of coffee, because he could run a marathon—as long as he is running in the complete opposite direction of this conversation. “Everyone has a crush on Hotch! It’s simple psychology! People are attracted to authority; in evolutionary terms, a person in a position of power is seen as someone with resources and abilities that will create viable offspring—” Garcia’s eyes go wide and Spencer feels like he’s dying. His face is so hot, sweat is beading on his upper lip. “Not that—I’m not saying that, I’m saying that’s where it comes from. It’s an instinctual attraction.”

“Spencer—”

“Plus, plus, I mean, he’s also… I mean, as a person, he’s…” The words are stuck behind his teeth and under his tongue. This is the first time he’s ever said any of this out loud, and these feelings have been rattling around in his head for so long it’s strange to let them out. “There’s obviously more dimension to him than just as an authority figure. He’s intelligent, he’s compassionate, he’s passionate… the intensity created in a work situation can mirror the intensity we experience in sexual relationships, so… oh, God—”

“Reid!” Penelope hisses. She grabs his arm, her fingernails sharp like talons, and stops his train wreck of thought.

“Everyone has a crush on me?” Hotch asks, his eyebrows almost at his hairline. Briefcase in hand, obviously having just walked in, Spencer can’t tell if he’s horrified or amused or concerned or any combination of those because Spencer cannot look at him. Spencer is five seconds away from curling up on the floor and transforming into a pile of confetti, with “IDIOT” inscribed on every shred of paper. Penelope seems to be five seconds away from hyperventilating. “I think that’s a little generous.”

“Hotch, I am so sorry—”

He holds up a hand. Spencer nearly swallows his tongue. Penelope’s nails just might draw blood.

“I’m very flattered,” Hotch says softly. “In the future, there are more appropriate places to have conversations such as these—as I have already told you several times, Garcia.”

“Sorry,” she squeaks.

“In the meantime, everyone will be here shortly; we’re being called in to Oregon for a series of missing children cases.” They lock eyes. As always, it sucks the air right out of his lungs. “If you feel comfortable, Reid, we can discuss this more once we return home.”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah.”

Hotch smiles. It’s small, but the hint of a dimple on his cheek and the crinkling at the corners of his eyes spell out genuine… something. Something genuine. Spencer refuses to let hope bubble up in his chest, just like he refuses every time they brush fingers or shoulders or Hotch looks at him for too long, or when he notices Hotch listening intently to his rambling or laughing at his obscure jokes. He squashes it down every time Hotch shows how much he cares—more than any boss would—and, yes, every time Hotch shows exactly how capable he is, in the field and at containing and responding to all Spencer’s chaos and fragility… that’s just who Hotch is. Everyone has a crush on Hotch because he does that for everyone. Spencer refuses to foster hope—but hope settles in him.

Hotch smiles at him, and then he walks away.

“What just happened?” Spencer asks.

“I think I just got you laid.”

[broadwayloserstuff]

I was wondering if you could do a smut and fluff fanfic of JD x Veronica or JD x fem or gn!reader. Whatever suits you the most!

Fluff 25: you’re so clingy. I love it.

Smut 17: You’re the only person i’d fuck like this

So, third time's a charm. I've been writing this since last week and every damn time I get close to finishing it, my computer decides to either shut down or just magically rid the screen of all my progress. I'm attempting to write this for the third time lmao. Oh, btw I chose JD x Fem! Reader. Also, while writing this, my dumbass was trying to print a school paper and I totally forgot how Word works. Long story short, I clicked the print button like 46 times and had a fucking marathon to get the damn printer to stop printing. WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, mentions of suicide (the faked ones and actual suicidal feelings), murder, and oral (on female) MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Y/N flipped through the dusty old textbook for the third time that hour. As she skimmed the lines, she'd look for those 'check your knowledge!' questions and quiz herself. It was already almost midnight and she had to get up early for yearbook the next morning. Since the year was coming to an end, yearbooks were coming out soon and it was total chaos around the printers. This year, three popular students had killed themselves. In turn, each of those students were getting a two-page spread. When Y/N first heard that she rolled her eyes. Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, and Ram Sweeney didn't kill themselves. Y/N's boyfriend killed them. It totally backfired considering everyone treated the mentions of those three dead students as they were God herself. "Knock, knock!" Speak of the devil. "What, JD? I'm trying to study. If you haven't noticed, we've got finals coming up and I'd like to pass them," snapped Y/N. JD frowned and closed the window he had just came through in. "Y'know, Y/N, this much stress is just going to drive you mad." Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to try and grasp calculus. JD was silent for a few minutes before he appeared at her side with his signature smirk. "I could help you destress, y'know." Y/N nodded and JD quickly pushed everything off her desk. His arms wrapped around her waist and set her on the desk before quickly yanking off the gray joggers she wore. In another swift movement, Y/N's panties were thrown somewhere and JD's tongue was inside of her. Y/N gasped at the feeling of JD sucking at her folds. A hand tightly yanked at his hair. "Fuck- JD!" JD growled into her core, a hiccup of moans getting caught in Y/N's throat. JD hid no pride in knowing how fast he made her moan. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could. Y/N could only tug at his hair and moan. It had been so long since she felt that familiar knot in her stomach. "You're the only person I'd fuck like this," growled JD. JD seemed to sense this because he moved his tongue even faster, lapping up all her juices. "Jason- oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N released and JD quickly cleaned her with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Soon, JD handed her the sweatpants she had been wearing when he first came in. "I'm going to go get you some food. Just relax until I get back," ordered JD. Y/N opened her mouth to protest but JD quickly added, "Please take a break, love. You're overworking yourself." Y/N sighed and pulled on her sweatpants. "I'm gonna miss you if you just leave now. Can I come with you?" asked Y/N. JD chuckled and held out a hand. "You're so clingy. I love it. I love you." Y/N squeezed his hand. "And I love you."

[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak (Bakugou x Reader), (Shinsou x Reader) Part 2

The second part to the fic I wrote, this will probably be my last post for another week since I have school to catch up on. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst, a bit more fluff on Shinsou’s end, drinking

Taglist: @sugarandsoft

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It’s three in the morning, and Bakugou can’t sleep.

He’s beyond pissed at himself for staying up this late, but he can’t help it - he’s been in bed since nine and he can’t get you out of his mind. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stormed out of the apartment. He regrets not chasing after you, he loathes himself for being such a dick and he hates himself for even letting his stupid agency dictate his personal life. He wants to tell you so bad that you’re wrong, that beating Deku doesn’t mean a damn thing to him if it means he has to lose you. He wants to hear your voice so bad it hurts. He knows you’ll be going to Shinsou - you always do when you have a bad fight. He knows you’ll be safe there, but he feels like such a fool. He let you walk out in the rain on your own. What a hero he turned out to be. 

Bakugou spends the night alternating between flipping through the endless channels on the living room TV and staring at the ceiling. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your face - anger boiling your blood, disbelief painting your features as he fights with you, tears staining your cheeks. He feels sick to his stomach imagining you walking in the cold as you leave the apartment, sniffling as you make your way out in the rain. He wants to call you to explain himself.

But he doesn’t. His pride won’t let him.

It’s his pride that makes him trudge out to bars with Denki, Mina, and Sero the next day after you leave - he needs alcohol in his system to numb himself from the thought of you. Anyone will do if it warms his bed and makes your face disappear for even a second. God, he never thought he would be so hung up on you. He downs beer after beer, dances with woman after woman. Names and faces blur together as a cacophony of voices plays in his head. 

He ends up taking someone home that night - he couldn’t remember her even if he tried. He takes her back to the apartment you shared and pushes her onto the bed you shared. He kisses her collarbone and up her neck, but he’s aiming for your favorite spots instead of hers. The image of you overlaps with her, and he sees your figure beneath him instead of some stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s his broken heart playing tricks on him.

He kisses her, imagining it’s your scent he’s breathing in rather than the vanilla and booze she smells of. He pictures your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips on his. She says his name, like honey on her lips, whispers it into his ear. And if he tries hard enough, he can twist her voice in his head to sound like you.

“Katsuki, I love you.” He hears it over and over, sees your smile and hears your laugh. “Katsuki, I love you.”

He makes her leave after that. She’s upset but he is too - an argument ensures and she storms out, leaving behind her underwear in her hurry to leave. 

He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking of you.

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It’s been three weeks since your breakup with Bakugou. 

The news stations and gossip websites have been flooded with reports of Camie and Katsuki - neither have said anything about their relationship and the speculation of if they are or aren’t a couple is driving everyone wild. Thankfully, the people who were leaving awful comments have long since left you alone, prompting you to turn your Instagram to private and changing your username so they can’t find you easily. 

You’ve been avoiding social media like the plague, ignoring all television interviews that involve either Bakugou or Camie - you’ve learned your lesson from the night of the Hero Rankings. But you’re only human after all, and the one time your curiosity got the better of you, you dove into the comments on a tabloid’s website to see what the public was saying.

It doesn’t escape your notice that the comments are much kinder - it ranges from well wishes to remarks about how they wish they could replace Bakugou or Camie in the relationship. No one mentions you, which you are grateful for. You know the media thrives off of drama and rumors, so you’re content to have been forgotten about in this narrative. 

Shinsou’s been treating you like normal - another thing you’re grateful for. He is kind without being overbearing, and he gives you distance while also being there for you when you need it. You’ve migrated from sleeping on the couch to crashing in his bed, and more often than not you fall asleep to the smell of his body wash as you lay on his chest. 

You wonder what Bakugou would say if he saw you. He knew how close you and Shinsou were and still are, but anyone could think that you and the purple haired man were lovers. Here you are, getting upset at your ex-boyfriend for having a woman over two days after the breakup, when you are falling asleep in the arms of another man - even if he is your best friend. You wonder if that makes you a hypocrite. Your emotions are in chaos, all jumbled and confused. You miss physical intimacy and a part of you wonders if you’re just using Shinsou as a replacement. “It’s better to sift through these feelings when I’m calmer”, you think to yourself, “I’ll come back to it when I’m in a better place.”

Otherwise, you’ve been steadily making your way back to a normal life - work, school, and your personal life all seem to be peaceful and you’re content in a way you hadn’t been for a long time with Bakugou. Of course, the wounds of the breakup are still healing, but you’re doing a lot better from three weeks ago, when you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Shinsou has been making sure that you eat properly and that you take care of yourself. Now that you’re out of that post breakup funk, he notices that you’re cheerful and upbeat - a good sign that you’re slowly recovering from your heartbreak.

Today, you’re home alone while Shinsou patrols the city - he’s promised to pick up dinner on his way home so you don’t have to cook. He’s looking forward to tonight - you’ve finished all of your school work for the weekend and you’re off from work until Monday. He’s eager to come home to you, he’s turned down his coworkers invitations to drink so he can spend the weekend with you. He’s picked up food from your favorite Mexican restaurant, and he’s stopped at the grocery store to get your favorite flavor of ice cream - the one that’s almost always sold out. 

He arrives home to see you lazing about the house - you’re laying on your back on the couch, holding your pastel Animal Crossing Edition Switch with a bag of chips resting on the table next to you. Your eyebrows are furrowed together as you focus on beating the shit out of a boss in Cuphead - a game you and Shinsou spent hours playing when it came out trying to pass the incredibly difficult levels. You’re wearing Shinsou’s favorite hoodie again - you might as well claim it as your own already you wear it so much - and your fuzzy cat print socks match with a fluffy cat ear headband that keeps your hair out of your face. Your face is recently washed and slightly pink, and he can smell your favorite coconut body wash from where he’s standing. He waits until you lose the stage (let's face it - there’s no way you’re beating that damn clown boss without his help) and he makes his way over to you, leaning over to look down at you as you exhale in annoyance at your loss. 

“Hey there, I got dinner. Also nabbed some dessert for you - ready to watch nothing but ghost stories for the rest of the night?” You stretch out your arms and legs, groaning as you move to stand from the couch. 

“Only if you promise to sleep next to me until I see sunlight again.” You hate ghost stories - you can handle scary movies about murderers and clowns but you don’t mess with ghosts. The only reason you’re watching tonight is because you know it’s Shinsou’s favorite and he always watches your nature documentaries even though you know deep down he probably doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do. You saunter over to the kitchen, and prop yourself on the counter facing Shinsou as you pull a taco to your mouth. “Ugh, even though the Exorcist was made like 50 years ago it still gives me the creeps. I can’t believe,” you take a moment to drink some water, “that you can watch her crawl backwards down the stairs and not piss your pants.” Shinsou lowly chuckles, giving a teasing smile as he unwraps his burrito.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a chicken.” You roll your eyes and snort. 

“Whatever Mindjack. Not everyone can be as fearless as you.” He smirks as you swing your legs, turning your full attention to the taco you have in front of you. “Hurry up and finish so we can do a facemask before our movie marathon. You didn’t forget about that did you?” 

“‘Course not. You wouldn’t let me forget even if I tried, since you’re such a nagger.” You pout, hopping off the counter to wash your hands. Shinsou spends a bit too much time admiring how small you look wearing his hoodie - enveloped in something that belongs to him makes him swell with pride even if it’s wrong of him to think so. He wonders when he started to feel this way towards you, when his love changed from a close friend to an admirer. When he remembers his life, you are always there with him. By his side like a part of his body, always around when important events pass by, always by his side when the going gets tough. It’s not as if he’s always been pining for you - he’s brought other girlfriends around before even if the romance fizzles out before long - but recently he’s noticed you in a different light. Your bedhead and your sleeping face are just as cute to him as when you have your hair done and makeup on. Bringing other men over was never a problem, you’re his best friend and your happiness was always the first priority. But now, he finds himself annoyed at the mere mention of possible partners. You have no shortage of those - you’ve always been able to draw people to you as nerdy as you are - and the green vines of jealousy wrap around his heart every time someone gives you a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone asks you out for a coffee. You usually turn them down since you have so much to focus on, work and school makes you a busy woman after all. But he can’t help but be irritated at the stares you get in public sometimes - as beautiful as you are, you would think that you’d notice the way others look at you. He’s always loved you, but now he feels this once platonic love changing into pure romance, he aches for you like he’s never had before - longing for your touches, your hugs, your feather light kisses on his forehead when he’s having a tough day. The guilt he feels every time he holds you close like he did when you were kids, when you lay your head on his chest and he plays with your hair. To you, it’s still the action of a best friend, but to him it’s something he’d do for a lover. And yet, you’re oblivious, as dense as a rock but he loves that part too. How infuriatingly adorable you are sometimes. 

“‘Toooooshi~”, You wave your hand in his face as he comes back to reality. You raise an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Your arms cross as you stare at him, suspicious that he’s hiding something from you. 

“You ready? I got everything set up.” He nods, and you turn to walk towards his bedroom.

Shinsou’s room is quite neat, a black bed in the corner next to ceiling to floor windows that gives a pretty good view of the city. He scored a good location in spite of his modest salary - he’s in it for the heroism and the good deeds, not the money. He may not make as much as Bakugou, Todoroki, or Deku, but he does alright. His capture weapon and artificial vocal cords mask rest atop his bookshelf, populated with picture books of you and him in your younger days, as well as a Polaroid camera you left with him when he went off to U.A and you stayed in Saitama. Next to the parts of his Hero costume is a picture of you and him on a trip to the beach - one he treasures above all else. In it, he holds you bridal style as you both smile from ear to ear at the camera. You’re practically glowing, wearing a bright yellow bikini set with a see through beach coverup wrapped around your hips, sunglasses resting atop your head. Shinsou recalls how you nagged him to actually swim with you, and you pretty much forced him to wear those green swim shorts - this picture was before he decided to run with you in his arms to the water. 

He sees your presence everywhere he looks in his room. After he reassured you that you weren’t a burden, you’ve basically turned his home into your home as well. The bottom half of his bookshelf is claimed as yours - it’s filled with your favorite stories, and your collection of Switch games is stacked next to the shelf neatly. Your laptop rests on his bed (you were no doubt doing homework before you got distracted and started playing Cuphead before he got home) with your Geology textbook open and notebooks filled with notes and highlighted phrases. Your clothes have been hung up in his closet, with your makeup and perfumes taking over three-fourths of his bathroom counter. If anyone else came to visit, they’d think you two were an item.

But alas, you two are not.

You push your schoolwork and computer aside to make room for you and Hitoshi, making your way towards the bathroom to grab a basket of skin care products and face masks. Shinsou knows how much you care about your skin - and by extension his skin - and he watches as you walk from here to there gathering what you need. You turn to him with a huge grin on your face as you hold up a matching cat headband in the color black, something you picked up from the store before you came home last week. He sighs, but turns around anyways to allow you to pull his lavender hair back into a loose ponytail and place the cat headband on his head before turning back to face you. 

He looks so silly wearing it, but for you, he’ll do anything. You grab your phone and open the front camera, sticking your tongue out while grabbing Shinsou’s face, squishing his cheeks as he makes an annoyed face at the camera. After taking the photo, you upload it to your now private Instagram and send the picture to Shinsou who does the same. He’s always been a private man, so you don’t worry about the public getting a hold of the photos and trying to make a story out of your life like with Bakugou. 

Tossing your phone aside, you motion for Hitoshi to turn towards you, propping yourself up on your knees in front of him as he sits cross legged. You giggle as he looks back at you, reaching to grab a jar of your favorite moisturizer and opening it. The smell is familiar to him - you always smell like it at night when you watch TV while sitting next to him in the living room. You start to apply the product to his face, careful to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. “You need to take better care of your skin ‘Toshi.”

“I know. I’ve been putting sunscreen on like you’ve asked.” He’s not lying, it’s become a part of his routine ever since you suggested it. 

“Good. You better be taking the time to eat properly at work too. I know you’re sleeping normally again since I’ve been here, so I won’t lecture you on that.” You glance at his arms, covered in scattered scars from run ins with villains. 

Most people look at heroes as an invincible force, unstoppable like All Might. Others may see Mindjack, but you just see Hitoshi Shinsou, your partner in crime.

“Thank you Hitoshi...for everything.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I didn’t know this facemask meant so much to you.” You punch him in the shoulder as he laughs.

“‘Toshi, I’m serious. Look at all you’ve done for me. You let me crash here, listen to me complain, make sure I’m okay...without you, I probably would still be lying in bed all depressed.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I have to say it before I never get the chance to. You may be Mindjack, a hero, but you’re still Hitoshi to me. You do so much for me and you put your life on the line for others every day. I watch you and I’m proud of the boy who proved everyone wrong when they said you had a villain’s quirk. You being here for me after everything with Bakugou and always being there for me growing up makes me realize how much you mean to me. You’re my hero, ‘Toshi. But I need you to stay safe. Look at all your scars...” You pull back from the hug and grab his arms, running your fingers over his scarred skin. You’ve always known Shinsou’s job is dangerous - he’s a hero after all, he saves people. But he’s also your best friend. He’s a selfless man, a kind man. 

You love Shinsou. You truly do, he is someone you can never lose. To lose him would be to lose a part of you.

He says nothing in response, so you continue. “Remember that time you fought that villain in the subway? All the news stations said that the tunnel was going to collapse and I just felt like my heart was going to burst. I saw you getting trapped and I felt like…”

You trail off, feeling the familiar sting of tears as you hold them back. Hitoshi gazes at you, lilac eyes boring into your own. “I felt like my whole world was ending. When you came out alright I thought I would faint. I was so scared ‘Toshi… scared you wouldn’t come back. I don’t want to lose you.” Shinsou grabs your cheeks, gently moving his hands so you face him. He wipes a tear from your eye. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” You close your eyes, and press your forehead to his.

“You better. I’ll be waiting.”

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Bakugou wants to be anywhere else but here. 

He’s at Kirishima’s apartment - he’s been dragged out of his house by Mina and Kaminari for a night of drinking, with Sero and Jirou also coming along for the ride. The blonde would rather be in bed, wallowing in his misery, but his friends won’t let him stay inside. So he pouts in the corner, arms crossed and a permanent scowl painting his features. Kirishima gives him a knowing smile, and mouths “I’m sorry”. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, grabbing his phone in order to distract himself from all the noise. 

He would rather die than admit it, but he’s been looking for your Instagram ever since you left. You must’ve unfollowed him or even blocked him - he can’t find a trace of you anywhere. He hates this pathetic side of him, one that makes him seem like a stalker, but he has to know you’re okay. If his pride won’t let him call you, then he needs to know you’re okay.

To his surprise, you pop up on his feed. He immediately inspects the photo of you, and breathes a sigh of relief to see your face. Your tongue is sticking out all playful, beaming as you hold Hitoshi’s face for the photo. You’re wearing that cat headband you always use when washing your face, and he can tell you’re almost ready for bed. He smiles solemnly, vermilion eyes staring at you, so far away.

He notices you’re wearing one of Shinsou’s hoodies and his blood boils at the thought - he knows you are friends but he hates the idea of anyone else having you - although he shouldn’t be one to talk after bringing home that girl from the club. He hates himself for doing it. He stares at your face before standing, saying a curt “I’ll be back” before making his way to the balcony. His friend’s voices fade as he stands outside overlooking the city, and he makes sure the coast is clear before dialing your number.

Fuck his pride. He has to hear your voice. 

[twisted-crumpets]

Could i request the first kiss with fem!mc but with the vice dorm leaders, please? The other one was so good! 💕 Thankyou

Ayyyyy of course I can and welcome.

Also thank you for the kind words I really do appreciate them. 🖤

━━ Trey Clover ━━

Trey was always pretty observant and soon noticed how his feelings may not be as unrequited as he previously believed.

Pink blushes and eyes dreamily locked onto each other’s for too long was sort of a dead giveaway. However, Trey wished to formally explain his feelings for his S/O.

Unfortunately, an Unbirthday Party was coming up and whilst all of the treats were made, the roses were a far cry from done and Cater begged anyone who’d listen for help.

Hearing the third year’s desperate pleas, his darling decided to meet up with Trey so they could both tackle as many roses as possible.

The job wasn’t completely unpleasant, yes they both would rather be doing something perhaps a bit more enjoyable, but they both treasured each other’s company and the small talk was rather entertaining.

It wasn’t long before it finally clicked in Trey’s mind that they were alone and peered down at the girl who was honing her all into making a stubborn rose red.

“S/O, I’m sure you are well aware but I just wanted to say.. I love you.”

His darling nodded at first before taking a violent double take and glancing at Trey baffled and red at his casual confession.

“Hmm~ was it not obvious already? I would’ve thought you already knew.”

Teasingly chuckling at her, he pressed a gentle kiss against her crimson cheek, unable to hide his smirk. Cupping her warm face in his hands, he looked deep into her eyes to ask for permission before pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss was long and warm. It filled them both with a feeling of home and and comfort and neither of them wanted to leave.

Eventually, Trey pulled away, poking her still red face with his finger, unable to wipe his former smirk off of his face at her bashfulness.

The garden may not have been very finished, but they couldn’t care less when they had one another in their arms.

━━ Ruggie Bucchi ━━

Ruggie was worried. He always knew that he wanted to eventually confess how he feels to his love, but he knew that with essentially no money, he had limited resources.

Sneaking money out of Leona’s wallet little by little, Ruggie began to feel more confident in finding the perfect inspiration or possible gift for his beloved. As he stood in Sam’s shop, he felt a deep sense of regret for not just stealing a necklace to sell instead.

Prices so high it made him dizzy in the head and weak in the knees. Despair lingering in his chest.

That is, until he saw Trey buying some eggs which caused an idea take root in his mind. Baking was something couples did often and it did sound rather romantic. Plus, who was he to deny spending time with his love and filling his stomach for delicious doughnuts?

After class, S/O was nearly tackled to the floor by the blur that was Ruggie who had a strong determined look twinkling in his eyes.

“Shishishi sorry about that... hey! Uh before you go, I’ve been asked to make some treats by Leona, but I barely know much about it. Do you mind giving me a hand?”

Tentatively, his S/O nodded her head, eyebrow raised in bewilderment before parting ways, delighted and perplexed.

Making her way to the kitchen, she began to wonder what was in store. The hyena loved to play pranks, maybe he had one in store for her?

It was however a great relief to see the cheeky student frowning at the recipe as if it was in another language.

His ears cutely twitching hearing her giggles, his head shooting up and with a grin so wide that it could’ve split his face in two adorned on his face.

Hours passed and she couldn’t deny that the evening was very gratifying, with the happy chatter and raucous laughter that filled the room. When doing a count of the doughnuts that were laid out on her tray, she soon noticed one had gone missing and quickly informed Ruggie, teasingly questioning him about its whereabouts.

“Shishishi ahhhh S/O this has been gone for ages~~ you are too easy to trick!”

Placing it back on the tray, she observed the design on the surface, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates after resist to messy “I love you” scrawled onto the surface of the small treat.

Cooing at the sweet gesture, she wrapped her arms around the trickster and softly responded to his feelings, immediately feeling him let out a gigantic sigh of relief.

Pulling away slightly, she stared at his lips entranced before finally connecting them, a cute yelp escaping from the boy.

The kiss was sugary sweet and fluffy and many more was stolen by the playful thief, accompanied by booming laughter and warm doughnuts.

━━ Jade Leech ━━

The Monstro Lounge has always been a rather busy establishment and had many a particularly busy day. Today seemed to be one of them as the orders kept piling up and showed no signs of stopping. Tireless hours catering and cleaning, until finally the crowd has thinned until the room was empty once more and the Lounge was finally closed.

Weary and stressed, Jade decided to go to the school pool and unwind. The tranquil silence flooded the room and Jade slowly sank into the room watery depths, feeling himself becoming truly serene. Which was sadly interrupted by voices from above calling his name.

With a slightly irritated sigh, he heaved himself onto the pool’s edge, scanning his surroundings with narrowed eyes. That was until they befell onto his love and instantaneously softened.

“Oya? What are you doing here S/O? Surely it is due time for you to be back in your dorm?”

His stomach suddenly felt light and filled with his butterflies learning of his dearest’s concern for him and slowly shut his eyes, not expecting her to stay and hurried rush a variety of sentences jammed together creating one love fuelled mess.

Disheartened by the lack of reply, she went to leave, slightly embarrassed before she was stopped by a cool hand wrapped around her wrist, revealling a slightly pink Jade.

“I must inform you that your feelings are not unrequited.. I love you too, my flower.”

Tugging her wrist to kneel by the pool side, he tilted his head upwards and connected their lips, completely intoxicated by the contrast between their bodies.

Gasping for air, his darling didn’t notice the toothy smile spread across Jade’s face as he pulled her into the pool, wrapping her arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

Addictive kisses were stolen and exchanged and neither of them could ever wish for more as they melted into one another, hearts swelling with every touch.

━━ Jamil Viper ━━

Jamil was ready to pass out. His usual menial chores were increased tenfold as a result of Kalim and his impulsive decision to let his wild pets roam free inside the dorm.

The chaos of the day finally reaching its end, Jamil dragged himself towards his room, ready to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Until, he set his eyes on his love sat patiently on his bed, instantly brightening and then furrowing her eyebrows in worry over the fatigue that seemed to radiate from every part of his body.

Ushering him to bed hurriedly, Jamil fought every urge to sleep as he inquired about why she waited for him at such a late hour.

When hearing her admit her worry for him, he scoffed and gently flicked her nose, thankful for the darkness of the room hiding the pink that was painted across his cheeks.

“That was rather foolish of you. This is my job and has always been, you don’t need to worry for me.”

He softened at her indignant whines of protest he brought her into a warm hug and sleepily murmured his feelings into her hair, blissfully unaware of what he just said until he felt his beloved stiffen up in his arms.

“Hmmmmm.... I love you, you know that right, Jewel?”

Calmly he apologised, unable to hide the slight disheartenment in his tone which left him as soon as he heard her shyly repeat his previous words.

Cradling her face, he pressed his lips to hers in a small tired kiss, lips moving in sync lazily. Tiredly pulling away, Jamil crawled under his covers and gestured for her to follow suite as he pressed his warm frame against hers and held her back close to his chest. His heart thumping wildly in joy, his brain still struggling to process the sheer amount of love he holds for his beloved.

“Goodnight my Jewel, I will wake you up in the morning.”

━━ Rook Hunt ━━

Rook had been acting suspicious. He already did have a shady appeal to him, but it was even more apparent than usual.

Whenever he appeared before her, his scent began to be rather sweet and fragrant and his hands where always stained green.

It didn’t help that he kept staring intently at his love like she was the last star in the sky, and despite his usual romantic bravado, this new behaviour screamed at her that he was planning something.

During the lunch break, Rook eagerly bounced up to her, hearts almost visible in his eyes, asking if she was free after school. Taken aback by his suddenness, she stood and stared for a while trying to gather her bearings. Agreeing apprehensively, she couldn’t hide the curiousity filling her eyes.

Upon hearing her reply, he could’ve sworn he entered heaven.

He almost launched her to the botanical garden, his heart running marathons, his mind a mess of thought out poems combining into one chaotic choir of infatuation.

With happiness radiating in every step, he took her to an picturesque area where an archway of orchids greeted them.

“Dear S/O, no amount of words could possibly describe how much my heart swoons for you, my love for you is as bountiful as the sea, encasing me in your radiance. This simple archway is a humble tribute to your golden heart, which I hope to one day own.”

Going weak at the knees at such a heartfelt confession, she responded with such excitability that could have put his to shame.

A stronger sense of devotion was glowing in the hunter’s eyes as he wrapped his toned arms around his love, span her in a circle, holding her close to his heart and kissed her with immense passion.

The kiss was fiery and warm and his darling could feel themselves melt even further into him.

The kiss went deeper and deeper, drowning them both.

Pulling away, Rook panted for air and presses his forehead against her’s.

“Hehe, ma bichette, our love seems to truly be written in the stars.” *

━━ Lilia Vanrouge ━━

Lilia was always very mysterious, but it truly did reach new levels of strange.

The mischievous fae had planned to hang out with his S/O a week in advance and seemed to be up to no good, with the telltale glint in his eyes being a dead giveaway.

Meeting up with his darling at her dormitory, he placed a hand on the small of her back, and began to lead her into the forest.

“Kufufufu I believe that in order for our small rendezvous to be truly enjoyable, one must insist for their guest to close their eyes and have faith in their partner. “

Apprehensively, she placed both hands into Lilia’s cold and calloused hands, shivering slightly at the temperature different between the two and closed her eyes, making her more aware of the sounds the dark forest created.

Sweet bird song and the light windy breeze clashed together in perfect harmony, gifting her the ability to completely relax and put her faith in the impish boy.

It felt as though they both had been walking for a millennia until she was finally stopped in her tracks, and the giggling from the man who was once before her turned silent.

Curiously, she opened her eyes and gasped in amazement. The scenery around her being nothing short of magnificent.

The moon had begun to peak out and painted the trees a beautiful silver. Small delicate beads of light flickering around, illuminating the forest gracefully.

Slowly turning around, she jumped at the sight of the usually talkative fae, quietly smiling lovingly at the innocent joy on his lover’s face.

“Sweet dove, the words I utter now are the words you are the true emotions that have taken flight within me. I love you. No, love isn’t enough, it scarcely passes as sufficient enough. There is no word that exists within any of the dictionaries in all the world that could possibly describe how much I cherish every part of you.”

Hearing her acceptance towards his feelings, he giggled so purely it reminded her of tinkling bells and elegantly dipped her, gazing at her loving expression that was aimed at no one but him and pressed his lips smoothly against hers.

He could’ve sworn that nothing fit quite so perfectly as the two of them, lips moving in sync, hearts beating a thunderous rhythm, joy and mirth beaming through their lovestruck grins.

*my doe

Thank you for this request and sorry it took a while, I was struggling with getting some of the characters right. I tried to make each confession specially tailored to how each character would go about love.

I hope you enjoyed your meal!

[obeiii-mee]

Hey there! Love your writing. What about MC spending a whole day with just one of the brothers? Like you know, if the brothers were deciding what to do? Sorry if it’s too boring and romantic haha, I’m a lost case, I desperately need that night walks with Satan and working out with Beel in my life haha. Thanks xx

Same though. I love writing just typical HCs with the bros during date night or something. And I’m currently writing a few angst HCs so I really needed this too lmao. I hope you don’t mind these not being too long. I hope this satisfies you lol.

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Spending a Whole Day with MC:

Lucifer:

-Mr. Prideful doesn’t take many days off

-But when he’s with you, he really feels like he can unwind properly

-Lucifer loves going on walks with you tbh

-He feels like it’s a nice break from all of his office work and meetings

-Sometimes the two of you end up in Majolish or a restaurant

-He definitely has a thing for spoiling you on days like these, because he feels he doesn’t appreciate you enough otherwise

-Like when he yells at both you and Mammon for doing stupid shit around Lord Diavolo

-The two of you could walk through the whole of DevilDom hand in hand if you had more hours in the day

-I see Lucifer as a bit traditional when it comes to dating so it’s obvious you’ll have movie dates and everything

-But a day off for him? With you? Away from his brothers, all of their chaos and the never ending attention his paperwork needs?

-It feels like he’s in the Celestial Realm all over again

-He does love you

-His past just doesn’t let him express his affection towards you very well

Mammon:

-If the two of you could spend the whole day together, there are only three places you could be at: Majolish, the casino or trying to make money for Mammon’s debts somewhere

-But it doesn’t really matter for him

-He could be stuck in a broom closet with you and still be happy (though he wouldn’t admit it)

-Spending a day with just him is bound to end in tears to be honest, on his part usually

-Because everything is going well and you’re having fun

-“Ah shit!”

-“Mammon you OK? What happened?”

-“I accidentally sold Lucifer’s gloves for 50000 Grimm!”

-How does one accidentally sell something?

-So he get a bit of an earful for that

-Other than that, being with the second eldest is crazy enough as it is

-You may have lost all that money at the casino but for the first time in a while, Mammon didn’t care that much

-Because you were there and laughing with him about how stupid both of you were

-You guys hit as many shops as possible and just generally have a messy, fun time together

-He often ends these days saying something like “You should be grateful that THE GREAT MAMMON agreed to let you tag along with him today.”

-But just kiss him on the cheek and he will shut up. For like hours. He’ll be too flushed to even look you in the eye

-He really wants to spend another day out with his human

Levi:

-Welp, life of a shut-in otaku

-It should be of no surprise that the two of you spend most of your time in his room

-It’s just the one place he’s most comfortable in and having you there makes it so much better

-Anime’s and video games are a must obviously

-But he loves doing movie marathons with you too (while loudly complaining the movie sucks and that you’re a normie for choosing it. Which means he likes it)

-Maybe a few good hours of him ranting about TSL because it’s Levi

-So the chances of you guys getting any sleep on said day are slim to none

-Also, if you agree to go to conventions with him, he will die of happiness

-On the rare occasion that he does go outside, he’s only out there because you went with him so that should tell you how much he loves you

-But most of the time you’re locked in his room to the point where Luci dearest has to come along and drag you the fuck to breakfast

-Ah, true love~~

Satan:

-I mean, this one should be pretty obvious too

-If he doesn’t enjoy dates in the library, then is he really Satan? (I never thought a sentence like that would ever be typed)

-Most of the time it ends with him reading to you because his voice is sO bEAutIful and you just melt when you hear it

-I will forever hc that he makes sound effects while reading too so imagine that

-You two don’t always get the chance to spend a whole day together

-But he tries to check in on you at least once a day

-*Cue romantic run through the house of Lamentation, trying to find you so he can gossip and bitch about Lucifer*

-Walks with him are very common too

-They usually take place at night, because he’s a sap and he read too many romance books and damn it kiss him already

-He would hold an umbreally over you if it started raining and everything

-Satan takes these moments to chat to you about anything, he just wants to appreciate you being there

-You guys made out several times while on these ‘walks’ ngl skskevshskbeuensb

-One time, you showed him a cat cáfe in the human realm and he went nuts

-Safe to say you’ve been there more times than I care to count, most of which were without permission

-A day with him can either go extremely calmly and end with you guys falling asleep on each other in his room or escalate to either pranking Lucifer or...steamier stuff

-Haha if anyone ever mentions he’s a cheesy bastard, they’re dead before they can say their prayers

-Except you, you get the pass on this one, tease him as much as you want

Asmo:

-Finally, he gets to have you all to himself without any of his brothers cockblocking him all the time~ (same tbh)

-The whole day would be planned from head to toe in activities and events

-It would start with some sort of makeover in the morning (getting your nails done, doing hairstyles, skin routine etc.)

-Then it would move on to some serious shopping sprees where he basically buys everything that he deems to be cute

-They’re for you 100% tho

-The day usually ends with you getting dragged to parties and clubs because Asmo can’t go a day without speaking to other people

-By the time you get home, you’re almost knocked out cold and carrying several bags full of clothes and shit

-But you can never say you didn’t enjoy yourself on these days

-Having Asmo around is exhilarating and somehow, even if crowds happen to not be your thing, it’s still really easy to have fun anyway

-There are times when the two of you stay at home and do each other’s nails and everything

-And you two are very fond of these sort of dates as well

-Of course, all of this assuming he won’t try to seduce you and get in your pants all day

-Turns our Mammon is somehow telepathically connected to you and rushes over any time this happens

-So much for not being cockblocked I guess

-He always switches things up as well which is usually very pleasant because you don’t visit the same shops or clubs every day

-Just be back by midnight or you’ll have your asses handed back to you otherwise

Beel:

-Beel loves you

-Beel loves food

-If those two happen to be in the same room, he might as well die peacefully

-It’s all he ever asked for (especially if Belphie is there too)

-Half of the day is spent at either Hell’s Kitchen or in your kitchen at home

-For him, the food always tastes better when you’re there so if you’re willing to go, then he’ll be like a cheerful puppy the whole time (how many times have I compared Beel to a puppy lmao)

-The other half of the day is spent training

-Work out sessions are important to him and he’s more than happy to let you join in

-If anything, you’ll be on his back as he does his push ups even though you’re not that heavy to him

-It sort of warms that demon heart of his because you’re always there handing him towels and water after he’s finished

-And you always have snacks prepared too which is wonderful really

-Kudos for being able to hide them from him the whole time

-It’s also not that surprising to know that you, Beel and Belphie hang out a lot

-So these days often mean that Belphegor tags along with you guys everywhere

-You won’t notice him tho, believe me, he’ll just stay attached to Beel’s back and sleep the whole time

-If he gets to spend a day with his loved ones, then Beel can honestly not ask for more

Belphie:

-“Belphie...?”

-“Yes MC?”

-“Is.....is that a pillow fort that’s almost as big as the attic?”

-“It is indeed.”

-“Why?”

-“Why not?”

-Tbh it would be a miracle if you two didn’t sleep the whole day

-But if he had to go somewhere with you

-It would be anywhere

-Much like Mammon, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the evironment as long as you’re there

-Chances are, however, that he will sneak you two to the human world a few times in secret

-He still insists he hates humans but truth is, he misses them and their realm

-Going back there, without permission the same way he did all those centuries ago, was like a breath of fresh air

-You guys would be chilling at a park in the human realm, probably make small picnic or something

-Belphie, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, loves these dates and would kill anything on his path if it meant he gets to be in your arms while taking a nap in the human world

-He invites Beel along too which makes everything so much better for him

-He will just fall asleep on you while you run your fingers through his hair

-Belphie is so warm too so it’s likely you won’t stay awake for long either

-Poor Beel has to carry both back to DevilDom but he does it anyway without complaining >:(

-He knows that he isn’t allowed to come up here and that he should stop these dates before Lucifer finds out

-But being out here with you brings him an irreplaceable meaning and you’re so soft and gentle, he can’t resist cuddling into you

-Also he doesn’t give a shit what Lucifer thinks

(Idk why my writing is so bad in this post, it kinda feels like I forced myself to write it and maybe that’s why..? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my mess of HCs)

Al~

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

can you write christmas headcanons with the batboys, the batgirls, and bruce? like setting up the apartment/house and baking blablabla

✦ a/n — I’m writing this with the holiday celebrations as a secular thing in mind.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce honestly doesn’t have enough time to set up the manor, but he makes it up to you by actually helping you choose the decorations.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s enthusiastic about it, he’s just busy. And he makes as much time as possible for you and the family.

Bruce enjoys baking for the holidays. I’m sure that’s one of the few activities he enjoyed as a kid when Alfred tried to keep his mind off how sad the holidays would be without his parents.

December is like Gala Time™︎ so the season is hectic for everybody at the manor. Never a dull moment is spent at that house.

And he likes it that way. I think Bruce prefers the erratic nature of having the entire batfamily around him throughout the festivities, it’s a reminder that he isn’t alone even though he feels like it sometimes.

He goes out of his way to get everybody a special gift. Alfred helps, of course, but Bruce takes his time to give his input and think about them.

Dick Grayson

You find out he’s a good singer while decorating the apartment. He starts by whistling and then he’s full-on belting while singing different Christmas songs.

He claims he isn’t a “Christmas guy” but he enjoys the cheer the season brings. He finds it contagious. (He sooooo is a Christmas guy, but don’t tell him I told you.)

Dick’s less impulsive throughout the holidays because he doesn’t want to miss any party or event.

Really indecisive as to what to get his family for Christmas. He low key panics when it’s time to choose Damian’s present.

You will never get Dick Grayson to bake. I’m sorry, but he’s a menace in the kitchen. He also hates measuring ingredients.

Buuuuut, he’ll happily watch you and keep you company. He might take place in decorating cookies. They don’t turn out that pretty, but it’s a blast.

Jason Todd

Setting up the apartment with Jason is really fun. And he can reach anywhere so he does all the hard work.

However, when you get to the Christmas tree it isn’t as fun anymore.

You see, Jason is very protective of the people he loves. He loves you very much. And Christmas trees are a fire hazard.

He’s almost ready to throw out the tree but he can never say no to your puppy eyes. So he agrees. And he turns into a clean freak because “artificial trees collect dust and that makes them a fire hazard.”

I have this headcanon that Jason is a great cook and I also think he’s a great baker. The apartment usually smells amazing, and it smells even better throughout winter.

Don’t tell Alfred, but Jason’s cookies are the best in the world.

Tim Drake

I see him as somebody who’s really into the festive season.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” he says, unironically and with a sweet smile on his face.

Colors everywhere, stockings, mistletoe, ornaments... decorating the apartment takes you a few days because neither of you can decide how much is too much.

Not much of a baker, but he’ll give it a try just to have some festive fun.

He’s an expert at wrapping gifts. Seriously, he does it quickly and without a struggle.

I think everybody from the batfamily enjoys doing charity work around the holidays, but especially Tim.

Damian Wayne

I’m certain Damian didn’t grow up celebrating the holidays to the same level westerners did, and he probably started tolerating them in his late teens.

That being said, he prefers simple decorations. Too much color is headache-inducing and he thinks it doesn’t look good when a pallet isn’t being followed.

Tease him about how colorful Robin’s suit is and he’ll send you the deathliest glare you had ever seen.

Damian takes decorating cookies very seriously. And he’s a really good artist, so as expected, his cookies are gorgeous.

Never take him Christmas shopping, please, the world isn’t ready for that catastrophe. He does all his shopping online and he always knows what to buy for everybody.

Expect a gift that could only be considered as a lot. Damian doesn’t know what a small present is — or if he does, he chooses to ignore the concept.

Duke Thomas

The two of you slow dance surrounded by the Christmas lights when you’re done decorating the apartment.

Movie marathons are a usual thing for you, and they only get more frequent as the holidays approach because there are a lot of holiday movies and he loves most of them.

The entire month, he tries to take a peek into what you buy in case his gift is there. Sweet Duke doesn’t know you bought his gift earlier because of that specific reason.

He tries to get you to spill what you bought for him. Mostly with spontaneous kisses. He makes it reaaaaally hard to keep the secret, but you manage.

He’s a decent cook, but he cannot bake to save his life. He can bake pre-made stuff and even that turns out burnt sometimes.

Look, he’s busy rather often and he can’t remember everything he has to do — that includes that there’s good in the oven. BUT IT’S OKAY, HE’S CUTE, NOBODY’S PERFECT.

Barbara Gordon

Babs gets you matching Christmas sweaters for every occasion. You don’t know where she finds the ugly kind but she manages to get her hands on some atrocious stuff (in a fun way.)

The two of you most likely spend Christmas Eve at her family’s. She’ll be okay with visiting your family too, and will probably try to bring something special to charm your parents.

She’s already charming as she is, but festive!Babs is 100x more charming.

You have a tradition of giving each other awful gifts on Christmas Eve and good gifts on Christmas Day. She switches it one year and it’s chaos.

So. Many. Cute. Photos. Together. Dressed as elves, as Santa, as reindeer; with your Christmas sweaters; on your pajamas; dolled up for a party... you could fill an album with photos exclusively taken on the holiday season.

Christmas Day is for cuddling and eating candy you found on sale.

Stephanie Brown

Picture her in one of your sweaters, stretching her arm to teach the top of the tree so she can do the finishing touches. She’ll refuse your help, but will kiss you as soon as she’s done as a thank you for being helpful.

The two of you host a small holiday party at your apartment and the preparations are the most fun you’ve ever had.

Like finding Christmas markets in Gotham is hard and the city is awful sometimes, but the process is fun and Stephanie’s excitement makes it even better.

And the party is a success. Your friends are there, and your girlfriend is so happy because the apartment feels so much like home that you can be comfortable with hosting parties.

Instead of baking cookies and being a cute couple by smearing royal glass over each other’s faces only to clean each other, you have a gingerbread house competition.

It gets messy, and Steph laughs throughout the whole thing. Nobody wins, but it’s fun, and it isn’t particularly cute, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cassandra Cain

Like Damian, she didn’t grow up celebrating the holidays as westerners do.

Cass isn’t the most open person in the world. She tries, but it’s hard for her sometimes. She makes more efforts around the holiday season. As cliche as it sounds.

If she’s spending the holidays with the batfam, she partakes in the family traditions Bruce has set up for everybody.

If she’s on her own with her S/O, I see her doing chill stuff. The two of you cook your favorite food and watch movies the entire day, perhaps indulge in a bottle of mauled wine or something of sorts.

She’d be okay with going to your family’s Christmas celebration as long as you also get time for yourselves later.

Cass will give you hands down the best Christmas gift you’ve ever received. She’s observant so it’s hard to hide things from her and that means she knows exactly what you want or need.

[breadoffoxy]

Blood and Darkness

Summary: You were Death and Jungkook was Life. Two sides of the same coin bonded through blood and darkness.

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: Theme: X-Inspired, x = Hades

Drabble: 7/30

Pairing: Thanatos!Reader x Zagreus!Jungkook

Genre: fluff, humor, minor angst

Warnings: small Hades spoiler, mentions of blood and violence but not depicted in detail, tiny amount of angst in the form of feeling betrayed and abandoned

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: I love Hades and want to do more of this with other groups since there are so many amazing characters. I’d love to hear your thoughts on which character you would make each member if you know the game. Also, knowledge of the game isn’t required to understand this. Think of it as a Greek mythology au.

You would go to the ends of the world for Jungkook. Which is saying a lot considering you were Death. Nearly everything was in your reach except the far realms of the underworld belonging to Chaos. Yet despite being the literal incarnation of death, you couldn’t stop him from dying over and over again.

Namjoon once told you to think of it as a cycle of rebirth. He believed Jungkook to be the god of blood and life. Fitting, you thought, with the family motto being blood and darkness. The warrior also continued on saying the two of you were two sides on the same coin. With a chuckle, he explained that’s probably why the two of you got along so well despite your opposite demeanor. You never seen him laugh so much when you said with a straight face, “A coin with common sense on one side and stupidity on the other.”

Jungkook’s return is, as always, loudly announced by your brother, which you hear now. Jin always has the most wonderful advice such as did you try not stepping into that trap and wow Jimin’s whip hurts, don’t get hit by it. Obviously.

Despite Jungkook’s best efforts you still are distant from your brothers, but you are trying. You swear he’s closer to them than you’ll ever be though. Yoongi will most likely remain a mystery to you as your interactions, at best, are more of a business transaction than anything. You bring him dead souls, and he grumbles and ferries them across the River Styx. The two of you appreciate the simplicity of it all.

“Ah, here you are brooding in your corner again I see.”

“I’m not brooding.” Turning, you see Jungkook striding towards you with a grin in his red and black robes. His feet glow like burning embers, lively and bright just like his essence. “Why are you so happy to be back?”

Jungkook doesn’t speak until he’s right next to you. You can feel yourself tense at his closeness, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “I saw her again, my mother.”

No longer does the sting of betrayal hit you when he talks about his mother. You first believed him going on a suicide run out of the underworld to find the woman who left him after his birth to be him spitting on you and everything you’ve gone through. You yelled at him, bitter and resentful, yet you helped him anyways. As pathetic as it sounded, he was your whole world. With each escape attempt he went on you saw him grow and become all the happier with his newfound purpose. Every time he saw you, he’d grin that stupid smile he was wearing now. You learned he wasn’t replacing you, but expanding his world, and you’d do anything to help him because you-

“What are you thinking about?”

You do not startle, you are Death, but Jungkook’s smirk swears you did. Blatantly turning your head to the side, you grumble, “Nothing.” Jungkook’s smirk grows at your answer and before he can go on about it further you whisper, “I’m glad your efforts are proving fruitful. How is she fairing?”

“Well.” Jungkook looks wistful before his face clouds over. “I still feel as if I never have enough time with her.” The look is gone and he is smiling again. “I helped her with her garden and had some strawberries. Have you had them before?”

Tilting your head to the side, you think hard on it. Jungkook’s eyes soften at the sight and continues on when you shrug. “Well, no matter. I must tell Taehyung about the taste. Maybe that will be enough to give him inspiration again.”

“If your fantastical feats you boast haven’t risen him from his mood, then I’m not sure if strawberries are the key.”

“Never know until I try. Come.”

“I rather not.”

Jungkook pulls aside his tunic to show off the large vial of ambrosia.

“Fine.”

The two of you walk through the hall side by side, and you are happy that the master of the house is out. Jungkook stops to give Cerberus a big pat on the head and then he excitedly talks the depressed looking musician. The man actually perks up and strums at his harp. Taehyung asks a question, Jungkook shakes his head, and then the musician’s expression sours. An awful twang sounds out and Jungkook backs away slowly before catching up with you.

“Next time, remind me that I need to bring down some strawberries for him.”

You snort at his remark and nod at Hoseok as you approach the dining area. He waves excitedly at you before screeching at the sight of Jungkook and disappearing at the blink of an eye.

“What did you do this time?”

“Nothing.” Jungkook doesn’t look convinced though. “I think?”

“If by nothing you mean the bloody mess the champion of Elysium dragged in and went on in great detail about your heinous deeds as Hoseok cleaned up after him?” A suave voice asks behind you. Jimin nods at you in greeting as he steps around the table he was at, but just raises an eyebrow at Jungkook.

“Is he really the champion if I keep beating him?” Jungkook doesn’t look ashamed in the least. “Plus, what if I said he deserved it?”

Jimin shrugs, “I could care less about him but what your exploits do to burden the house is something that falls on me. I may be able to put in a good word with you with Hoseok though.” Jimin reaches his arm out, waiting expectantly.

Jungkook, already anticipating this moment, pulls out a bottle of ambrosia. “How about this to sweeten the deal?”

“There is no deal, this is me taking contraband.” Despite his words, Jimin is smiling as he pockets the valuable drink. “Now do try not to get into too much trouble.”

Jungkook watches Jimin leave and once the fury rounds the corner, he pulls out another bottle of the splendid drink. Discreetly, he pours a cup for him and you. Being gods, you didn’t have to eat or drink, but everyone in the underworld never misses their chance to get a taste of the rare delicacy, even you.

“You are unbelievable.”

Jungkook grins over his glass, watching you enjoy the drink. “Oh, come on, you love me.”

“Please,” you scoff, but his words never rang truer.

[nyx-aira]

Magical Bitching

Summary: When a new magical threat arrives in NYC Dr.Strange and Wanda need some magical help but Loki and Agatha in one place can only mean one thing, chaos and the start of a beautiful friendship

A/N: You can't imagine how much fun I had while writing this :)

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @booklovinbi @mysticfalls01 @adorkwithaplan @nathaslosttheirshit @agathaharkness-simp @paulawand

To say that Strange was busy was an understatement. He was currently fighting and evil interdimensional being that somehow  had managed to get to New York, interrupting his Sherlock Holmes marathon.

The thing could be described as a big glibbery blob that could fly through the air and spit fire, to say he imagined his afternoon a little bit different wasn't really a surprise. He wasn't alone thankfully, Wanda fighting alongside him. The young witch had recently moved into the Sanctum, training her powers under his and Wong's guidance. Even though they were both pretty strong the blob was becoming more and more of a challenge, splitting into mini blobs if you hit it with the same spell twice. It was very annoying. So he did something he swore he would only do if there was no other option. He called for Loki.

After their, let's call it a disagreement, they had sorted out some kind of truce, deciding the fabric of the universe was more important than their personal differences.

He and Wanda were just fighting a horde of mini blobs when they started turning purple, crumbling to the ground and fading into nothing. They turned around to see Agatha fling another dozen of the annoying blobs against a building, crushing them against the wall.

He looked at Wanda who was staring at the other witch in disbelief, shock the prominent emotion on her face, annoyance not far behind.

"Did you call her?"

The young witch asked, Sokovian accent present. Something he had noticed that happened when she was emotional or annoyed.

He was about to answer when they saw green sparks dancing around another small army of the annoying creatures, capturing them in a magic barrier and crushing until there was only interdimensional alien goo left.

"No I called him."

Strange answered with a sigh, pointing to a building to their far right where Loki just teleported, throwing a couple magical daggers at the slime monsters.

Wanda dropped her head into her hands, staring at him in disbelief.

"Great now we not only have to fight that stupid blob thing but also have to deal with grumpy and petty."

He lifted an eyebrow at the nicknames and shot her an amused look.

"Who is who? "

She just wanted to answer him when they saw another horde of blobs heading their way. Looking at each other they nodded, ready to attack.

Flying high in the air Wanda shot some energy blasts in their direction, giving Strange the opportunity to catch them and send them back into their dimension. She was about to round the corner when she saw something flying towards her, turning around she brought up a barrier to defend herself but the attack never came as Agatha landed not far from her, using another spell to open a portal the witch flung them in its general direction, the portal catching them and making them vanish. More blobs started to appear and Wanda realised that the situation was getting more and more out of control.

She was ready to attack the remaining creatures when she heard a roar, whipping her head around she stared at the new creature that just appeared on top of a nearby skyscraper. It kinda looked like a dragon with for two sets of wings and tentacles, spitting some kind of toxin and fading in and out of existence. Wanda groaned, their day wasn't bad enough already with the blob thing, a fancy dragon squid wasn't really some she needed today as well.

Agatha floated next to Wanda, bored expression on her face. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before. These kind of creatures were annoying, sure, but nothing she couldn't handle if she needed to.

Deciding that she did not need to get toxin stains on her new outfit today she turned to Wanda, already regretting what she was about to say.

"You and Strange handle our new guest, I'll handle these fuckers."

Shocked at her offer Wanda turned to her, raising an unbelieving eyebrow.

"You want to help us ?"

"Don't think too long about it or I might change my mind."

Groaning Wanda shot her one last glare before she flew away to help Strange.

Looking around Agatha decided that chasing after each of the annoying creatures was too much of a hassle. She looked around to find a good spot to catch as many of them without doing much work. Spotting a suitable tower in the distance she flew towards it, blasting a couple blobs out of her way as she arrived on the top.

The sight that greeted her was almost comical, there sat Loki, on a beach chair with sunglasses on his head sipping a colourful cocktail, every now and then flicking his hand to catch a blob that got too close to the tower, flinging it towards a portal he had opened not far away.

He lifted his shades as she approached him, snapping his fingers to let another chair appear, nodding his head towards it.

She laughed at the gesture, settling down in the surprisingly comfortable chair, conjuring up her own glasses to block out the sun.

"Never imagined to see you in New York again Trickster."

He only snorted at that, flinging another blob into the portal, a green 178 popping up over the interdimensional gateway.

"Never say never."

Agatha chuckled, flinging a couple creatures towards the portal as well, a purple 154 lighting up. She grinned, she wasn't that far behind.

"I don't understand why heroes always have to be so dramatic, its far more entertaining this way."

The god commented, refilling his drink and conjuring some pastries, grabbing some for himself before he passed the floating tray in her direction.

"Exactly, they are always so extra, always so much drama."

Agatha remarked, grabbing a strawberry cupcake, absently flinging a couple blobs into the portal.

"Strange look out!"

Wanda was panting, she had a cut across her cheek and her suit was burned in a couple places, the toxin and fire having gotten to her at one point.

Strange ducked a blast and ran towards her, shielding himself as he yelled something she couldn't understand over the noise of the battle.

The count over the portal just reached a tie when Agatha had finished her cupcake, tossing the wrapper aside she looked at the tray, deciding which one to try next.

"The lemon cake is divine, you should try it."

Loki supplied, taking a bite from his chocolate covered strawberry, adjusting his shades as they had slipped down his nose a bit.

She took a slice of the lemon cake and refilled the drink the god had offered her as the count had reached 1000, plopping some more ice cubes into the cocktail, it was a hot summer day after all.

Wanda jumped over some rubble, running for cover as she was chased down the ally by not less than 20 slimy creatures. Sometime in the last hour she had broken her wrist, the dull ache in her hand nothing compared to the burning feeling in her legs. She had ran more than ever in her life today. Yelling at Strange who was running besides her to keep going the slid behind some garbage cans.

Panting she looked at him. He was missing an eyebrow and his right sleeve, his boots melted to his trousers from a pretty hot fire ball from one of the creatures.

"The weather is quite nice today, don't you think? "

Agatha remarked, taking a sip of her cocktail, adding more ice as most of it had melted already. They had conjured a sun shade as it got hotter, the temperatures pushing 30⁰C

"A little bit to hot for my liking but it's definitely nice."

Loki answered, taking a bite out of his ice cream. He had change into a sleeveless tunic, pulling his hair into a messy bun, his boots having been replaced by flip flops. He flung his hand towards the portal, a green 735 popping up.

"Seems like im winning Ms. Harkness."

Agatha just laughed as she twisted her hand, sending some blobs into the portal, the purple 737 making her shoot the trickster god a triumphant smile.

"Don't get cocky dear."

Agatha had changed her outfit as well. Now spotting a purple flower dress, the fabric flowing around her knees, sandals instead of heeled boots. They had exchanged the pastries for ice cream at some point, Loki opting for mint and chocolate as Agatha chose blueberry and raspberry. They were just about to decide whether or not to order pizza when they heard a loud bang and smoke started to form a couple blocks in the distance.

Lifting his shades to have a better look on what's going on Loki shot a questioning look in her direction.

"You think they are alright? "

Waving him off Agatha took another bite from her ice cream, settling back in the chair.

"They'll be fine."

"Run"

That was the last thing Wanda heard before all hell broke lose, the building behind them catching fire and the toxin starting to react with it.

Strange grabbed her by the hand and they portaled out of the collapsing building.

Landing roughly on the concrete a couple streets over they groaned. Wanda by now having lost her right boot and part of her jacket. Strange didn't look much better, having lost a chunk of his hair to the fire and a broken ankle thanks to a fall from the third floor. It really wasn’t their day.

Loki and Agatha were just debating whether two servings of bread rolls were too much when an orange portal opened. They turned their heads away from the menu to look at the new arrival.

It was Wong, wearing beach shorts and a hawaii shirt, dragging his own beach chair through the portal.

"The Sanctum is safe, these idiots just don't know how to fight efficiently."

With these words he plopped down on his chair, accepting the menu Agatha offered him.

"Alright we can order two servings of bread rolls now but this won't work without a salad."

Loki commented, scrolling through the menu, debating whether he should order a caesar salad or the tuna one, both sounded delicious.

Having meanwhile conjured a fire pit and some blankets, as the sun was starting to set, they had dragged a table from the Sanctums dining room onto their rooftop. It was surprisingly easy to find a restaurant who delivered on top of a building if you offered to tip a little bit more.

"What do you think, red or white wine?"

Agatha asked as she held up two bottles. She had moved to the table already and had kicked her feet up on the table, watching the sunset as they waited for the food to arrive, distant bangs of fighting heard in the distance.

"I'll take the red wine."

Loki commented from where he was standing, arranging the fairy lights around the roof top. You needed a nice atmosphere to have a nice dinner party after all.

"I think the pizza arrived, I'll be right back."

With these words Wong opened a portal and stepped through it, leaving Agatha and Loki to their own devices. The god was painting his nails, nail polish floating in the air as he carefully applied the second coat of midnight black.

Meanwhile the witch had leaned back in her chair, wine glass in hand as she absently played with a ball of purple energy, illuminating the whole table in a purple glow.

"Today has been a great day, I really needed a day off."

She commented, taking a sip of her wine, taking her feet off the table as Wong appeared with their food, unpacking the pizza cartons and sorting through the food.

Wanda and Strange were done. They had finally managed to defeat the dragon squid thing, the blobs having disappeared a while ago. She had wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he had problems walking with his injured foot, her own wrist hurting like hell.

They were exhausted, smelling like dead dragon and smoke, covered in interdimensional goo and first degree burns.

"This has been a fucking nightmare. "

The sorcerer supreme commented. Wanda just nodding her head, too exhausted to say anything.

"I'd like to make a toast. "

Agatha groaned at Loki's statement, hitting her head on the table. They had had clearly to much alcohol, Loki bringing out some asgardian liquor, Wong bringing some alcohol from his home and she herself conjuring a bottle out of her ever-growing wine collection.

Loki was leaning against the table, having to hold onto it for support. Wong wasn't much better, feet kicked up on the table, glass in hand, refilling all of their glasses with what he call the best liquor you can get on earth.

She wanted to disagree but had to admit it was quite good. Getting up from her chair she raised her glass.

"And what are we making a toast on?"

Loki winked at her, raising his glass as he helped Wong up, the other man the most intoxicated of the trio.

"To this beautiful day and this beautiful friendship. "

"No no no, to magic and bitching about stupid people. "

Wong interrupted, talking about their animated discussion on who had to deal with the most shit.

The two men started arguing, on what they would speak their toast on. Groaning Agatha snapped her fingers, catching the attention of the two sorcerers, lifting her glass she spoke, a little bit more slurred than usual.

"To bitchcraft and the imbeciles we have to deal with on a daily basis. "

"To bitchcraft. "

They all echoed, raising their glasses.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Wanda asked Strange as they stepped out of the portal onto the rooftop, watching the trio speak a toast.

He just shook his head and pulled her back into the portal.

"I think we both got hit in the head one too many times. "

[internalsealpanic]

Cosmonauts

Summary: You always call Tim space related nicknames. No one knows why.

A/n: This is technically a follow up to Art Gallery Smile but it can be read on its own. This was posted on mobile so Idk how bad it got formatted. Will edit when I get to my laptop.

Warnings: mentions of panic attack and anxiety. No graphic detail but just in case. (Yes, I gave Tim anxiety. Fight me.)

Masterlist

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“IT WAS ZOMBIE ADJACENT,” Roz protests, shoving another one of Tim’s fries into her gaping maw in a vain attempt to stop the petulant pout retching its way to her lips. You roll your eyes hard enough that your entire head follows along with their movement, taking a nibble of your own fries. Roz scowls, mouth twitching the way yours does (4 times to the left and 4 and a half times to the right) it was honestly the only way to tell that you two were related in any shape or form. 

“It wasn’t even close, you deep-fried stick of margarine,”

“It shambled, didn’t it?”

 

“So does Space Case over here when you don’t funnel enough caffeine into his system, what’s your point?” You bite out leaning back, slinging your arm over the back of the bench and over Tim’s shoulder making his breath hitch. Tim can feel his skin heat up. For once, he’s thankful for just how much Roz hordes your attention.  He’s starting to run out of excuses for the color of his cheeks. Not that you ever fell for any of it from the way you hummed every time he stammered out his excuse. 

 

Based on the way your hand flexes and not so subtly moves away, you noticed his flush but made no comment. Instead, you grin- all sharp teeth and cocksure and smug bastard- leveling your older cousin a look which roughly translated to ‘Checkmate, motherfucker’. Despite his apprehension, Tim can’t help the smile that twitched on to his lips. Your eyes flickered to him. It might just be his imagination but Tim was pretty sure he saw fondness chip away at your smug grin. Tim kind of wants to lean into your arm but instead, he leans forward pretending to pay attention hiding his smile in his hands. His face is gonna get tired from smiling too much around you. 

"It wasn't even close,"

"It was freaky looking,"

"Damn woman, you're being real judgy there,"

“Back me up here Duckie!” Roz screeches, shoulders hiking up making her look like a frazzled cat about to hiss pulling Tim away from his reverie. You roll your eyes all the way to the back of your head while Steph just snorts. Tim sighs. None of you have stopped calling him ‘Duckie’ or ‘Ducktective’ after that stint of being ‘Drake’.  Admittedly, it wasn’t his best idea but you didn’t have to laugh that hard and slap your knee. When you were done laughing, you vehemently protested the name change by wearing your precious, well-kept, one of a kind Red Robin hoodie for the duration of the ‘Drake’ thing. You had said it was to bring him back to his senses (sense of fashion).  Maybe you just wanted to fluster him. He certainly couldn’t put it past you. It worked. Oh, it definitely worked. Now, all he could think about was how nice you looked in his colors which inevitably lead him to think about how nice you would look in his shirts, in his clothes- Damn it. He’s doing it again. 

Roz clears her throat. It is loud and rough and it makes all of you wince despite the already loud atmosphere of the cafeteria. Really what does Roz expect him to say? One, Tim wasn’t fully paying attention. How could he when you two are smooshed together on a cramped cafeteria bench with you still wearing your Red Robin hoodie? Tim’s surprised he isn’t keeling over. Two- 

 

“See! Even our darling-” Tim’s brain short circuits. “Space Cadet can’t even defend your bullshit,” you laugh reaching over to Roz’s drink leaning a little too close to Tim’s face. He can almost feel the heat radiating off your skin. 

 

If I lean in just a little more, I could probably…

 

“It isn’t bullshit!”

 

“You’re right! Bullshit has more substance-”

 

“Sooooo, what’s with all the space nicknames for Tim? When do I get one?” Steph asks casually, popping another of Tim’s fries into her mouth. 

 

Has he even eaten any of his fries? It’s almost gone and he’s eaten at most one.

 

You choke making a pained noise, likely due to said carbonated drink going into your nostrils (and possibly your lungs), as you turn away. Your neck visibly red from where Tim is sitting. Based on the sparkle in Steph’s eyes, she can see it too. A manic grin spreads on Roz’s face wide enough that Tim legitimately worries that it’ll split her face wide open. A shrill sort of giggle escapes her which has you whipping your head to her direction to scowl at her. It does absolutely nothing to deter the sheer glee on her face as she sneers back to you. Some secret conversation passes between the two of you. Tim and Steph watch in slow motion as mortification creeps on to your face. 

 

Suddenly (not really), Tim’s thankful that his only sister is practically a saint. At least compared to the horror that is Roz. 

 

Actually, now that he thinks about it, you have a plethora of space-themed nicknames for him when you aren’t busy calling him whatever endearingly aggravating name Steph came up with that week. 

 

Cosmo

 

Space Case

 

Space Nuts

 

Rocket Man

Martian Manhunter

 

ET

 

Marvin (the Martian)

 

And your favorite, Cosmonaut.

 

At first, he figures it was because of his obsession love for Star Wars and Star Trek but no, that couldn’t be it since you had started calling him that long before you two ended up marathoning the entirety of Star Trek instead of working on your project. He can still remember just how engrossed you looked while watching as you hugged your knees to your chest leaning forward as you waited for the next episode to start up with bated breath. Your features highlighted by the glow of the laptop screen making it very easy for Tim to memorize the contours and angles of your expression. Yet another moment Tim really wanted to capture with a photo. You even did your mouth twitch thing without noticing.

 

 He really wanted to just keep an entire album of all the different expressions you made. Wait. That sounds weird. Does it sound weird? It probably does.

 

 Then again, maybe you called him those because of just how much of a weirdo he was. He couldn’t blame you if you did. But he found that highly unlikely. Sure, you can be mean at times (a lot of times) but you were too oblique for that. Years in customer service made sure of that. Your jabs were usually of the subtler, more needling variety. The type that makes you pause for too long.  Plus, you said every nickname with a fondness that made his heart skip a beat. It was like when you called Roz or Steph ‘Fucker’. Maybe a little warmer. Or he could just be imagining that. Probably. Hopefully not. It was hard to get the honey-sweet way you said them out of his head.

 

Maybe they were just jabs. Lighthearted one. They could have just had easily been comments on just how much he spaced out. Tim has a tendency to live in his own head and it shows especially when he’s stressed or tired or both. Sometimes he would completely shut down as a result of excess anxiety. He can still remember the number of times he had let his anxieties run rampant letting them drag him away from the moment. His breaths were too quick to back then. He felt like he was gonna faint but then you just smiled at him like you were there for him which as it turned out you were. You gently squeezed each segment of his fingers until his breaths slowed. Even when he did fully calm down, you didn’t relinquish his hand. You held them firmly in your own even as you looked entirely unsure of what to do and what to say. You didn’t whisper the usual ‘you’re ok’ or the classic ‘you’ll be fine’. No, you just sat there with him quietly. Letting his feelings ebb and flow as he needed them to. 

 

Tim really isn’t sure what he did to deserve even knowing someone like you but he would do it again and again if it meant being able to stick close to you. 

 

Roz, ever the agent of chaos, throws a conspiratorial smile around the table like a flail. You look like you’ve been hit by one.

 

“Sorry, Steph. You won’t get one,” she says glancing at you. Steph pouts before she and Tim follow Roz’s gaze expecting you to glower or snarl or get up to deck her. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. You just kind of sit there frozen and mortified with a face that simply says ‘Oh. God. This is happening.’. All you can really do is mouth a ‘fuck you’. This obviously pleases Roz. Say what you will about Roz, but there is abso-fucking-lutely no denying that she is petty as hell when it comes to revenge. Nothing is sacred to this woman. Nothing.

 

“Why’s that?” Steph asks innocently, smiling around her bendy straw also enjoying this rare chance to torment you. 

 

“I’m so glad you asked!” Roz answers her voice twisting into a horrifying facsimile of a daytime talk show host. You peel your arm away from the backrest and place your arms over your head and neck as you do in an earthquake drill bracing for impact. By the way, you were shaking, you’d think there was an actual earthquake. Your reasoning can’t be that stupid. 

 

“My dear Stephanie-” Steph scrunches her nose at the overly sweet tone Roz lathers on her name but makes no move to interrupt. “(y/n) only uses space-related nicknames for people they think are- and I quote- ‘waaaaaay outta their league’,” You let out a pained groan and Steph’s face unfurls as she lets out the loudest snort, loud enough to draw the attention of several tables around them. 

 

Tim’s mind is still reeling, still trying to process what Roz just said. 

 

Him?

 

Out of your league? 

 

Excuse him, isn’t it the other way around? 

 

What the hell? 

 

“Tim, for the love of Alfred, please unhear that,” you plead wetly, parking your head out just enough for Tim to see just how red your face has gotten. “God, please unhear it or I might just die,” Tim kind of didn’t doubt that you would. Steph somehow laughs even louder at this. Roz, not one to miss pouring salt in the wound, laughs along with her. You look like you wanted to implode out of existence.  You could certainly try but Tim seriously doubts the universe is kind enough to let you escape. 

 

Yeah, Tim’s brain has officially left the building. He’ll be back at 9 o’clock sharp tomorrow. Promise. 

 

“You mean to tell me that-” Steph chokes, unable to control her laughing fit. “-You’re telling me that you’ve been watching them pine for each other for over a year now and you just let them?!” Steph wheezes still holding her stomach.  

 

Roz looks offended and makes a whiny little noise. “Weeeell, technically I offered to wingman-”

 

“YOU WERE GONNA CHARGE ME FIFTY BUCKS,” 

 

“Hey, matchmaking is hard,”

 

“It isn’t worth fifty bucks!”

 

“You’re right! It is worth so much more,”

 

“God, I hate you,” you groan into the table. 

 

“God can’t help you now, kid,”

Tim frowns, mind backtracking to dissect the information. Apparently, his brain decided to clock back in. 

 

They knew. Even Roz ‘I don’t give a shit what you do as long as it doesn’t affect me’ Andrada, noticed. Was he that obvious?

A year? Wait. No. Over a year. They knew about this for over a year. 

Lastly, what do you mean each other?! As in mutual? Mutual pining? 

As if reading his thoughts, you ask “Wait… what do you mean each other?”

 

Roz blinks at you not entirely sure if you’re being funny. When you give her a look, she slumps back in her chair. “I’m related to a dumbass,”

 

“That you are. Speaking of dumbasses-” Steph whips her attention to Tim giving him a shit-eating grin.”-You said you were waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask (y/n) out, right?” Steph waves her hands doing jazz hands as she points at your still dumbstruck figure. She’s smiling as if she was the world’s best wingman at the moment.

 

 Tim suppresses a groan. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured it,”

 

Roz reaches into her pocket and produces a lighter. Grabbing the last of Tim’s fries and lighting it. “There. Mood lighting. Do the thing.”

 

“Ah yes, because surely the scent of burning potatoes is gonna sweep (y/n ) off their feet,”  Tim said flatly crossing his arms. He knows he’s definitely focusing on the wrong thing but as with all things it was easier to procrastinate. This is especially true when you’re afraid of the outcome.   

 

Roz huffs, waving the fry to extinguish it and muttering something about beggars and choosers. “Trust me kid that isn’t hard to do. Besides, did you not hear the part where I quoted (y/n) about you being ‘outta their league’,” You open your mouth to protest but slam it shut when Roz gives you a lopsided grin looking like she had a mountain of dirt on you which she likely did. He was definitely thankful that she has never met his family. He’s pretty sure Gotham wouldn’t survive. 

 

“How could I possibly be out of (y/n)’s league. I- I don’t- I mean- I’m not-”

 

Your body twists his way fast enough that he’s sure you either have whiplash or a twisted spine. Your eyes are set on him glowering as if he’d said something wrong. He’s pretty sure he didn’t although he did have a talent for putting his foot in his mouth. Your jaw is set tight, your teeth almost grind. He could see the tight hitch in your shoulders. He is 100% sure you’re going to deck him. 

 

“Do you want it listed alphabetically or what?”

 

“What?”

 

“Structure it like an argumentative essay. Speak nerd.” Roz instructs, earning her the full force of your glare. Your face pinches even more. Maybe this was the part where you implode. 

 

You suck in a calming breath before turning back to Tim. 

 

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you are a fucking moron, and here’s why:” Taking another breath, you turn to face him fully your cheeks reddening but you press on either from pure unadulterated spite or determination. 

 

“You quite literally co-run a multibillion-dollar corporation. You’ve been doing that since you were seventeen apparently. You know several languages and you are not only fluent but proficient. You’re well versed in an insane amount of fighting styles. You are the smartest dumbass I know-” 

“Preach!” Steph jokes. 

 

“-You can basically operate any machinery I put in front of you. I have no doubt you can Macgyver one up if you fucking wanted. You could hack into any system you want just as a joke. You could probably throw the entire global economy into the toilet just for shits and giggles. Need I go on?”

 

Tim looks at you wide-eyed and speechless. You shrink a little as he continues to gape at you but you keep looking him in the eyes daring him to refute your claims. Really what was there to say? As much as he wants to come up with something witty to snap back at you, his chest is too crowded with warmth from the absolute sincerity of your voice. He knows you didn’t set out to make him fall deeper in love with you but he feels like he’s in free fall with your gravity pulling him downwards. Tim can feel the heat rising to the tips of his ears. 

 

You shrink again, your mouth twitching. “I-” Another calming breath. “I said too much. But my point stands!” The infinitesimal gap he felt between the two of you practically vanished. Still, he could do nothing but stare. Words fail him in the most inopportune moments even when you look so desperate for any kind of response.  You swallow thickly looking like you think you’ve ruined everything when the fact was you haven’t. Quite the opposite really. Tim feels like he could take on the entirety of Gotham’s rogue gallery right now. Still, his brain was drawing a blank. 

 

“Mood,” His brain has short-circuited and is now beyond repair. His palm is in his face before he even sees your reaction. You give him an entire speech about how great he is and all he can say is ‘mood’. Looking over at Steph and seeing her phone on her hands, he can tell she’s already transcribing the events to the group chat. Well, It can’t get any worse. 

 

You giggle snort eyes slamming shut from the force of your laughter. Joy suffuses throughout your tense body, loosening your tense muscles. “Thank you for proving my point,” you say between gasps.  

 

Tim falls victim to the infectious smile spreading on your face. He feels the warmth crowding his chest grow fuzzy. 

 

Now’s your chance.  

 

Tim takes a steadying breath. He rolls his shoulder back to straighten his posture. He waits for you to calm yourself a bit. When you do, he asks as confidently as he can “Are you free this Saturday?”

 

“No,”

 

Oh crap. He knew he screwed up. He feels cold seep into his feet.  

 

You shake your head at his panic. “I work Saturday, ET,”

 

“Oh, I-”

 

“I have all of Sunday off though,” A hum of excitement spreads through his limbs. “Name your time,”

 

“9 AM?”

 

You give him a look roughly translating to ‘You aren’t going to lose sleep over a date, so help me’.

 

“11:30?” He corrects. You smile and hum seemingly making the oxygen in the atmosphere disappear. He finds that he doesn’t mind, not when he feels like he’s floating on zero gravity. 

 

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Bonus: 

 

Steph: Tim’s a dumbass😌🙃

Damian: Thank you for stating the obvious, Brown. 

Step: 🙄 Do you wanna hear about it or not?

Dick: 👀We’re listening…

Steph: (Y/n) made this whole speech about Tim and all Tim could say was 'mood' cycgu9c8ychic8td 5d8fcouv9ygpuv

Jason: F

Duke: F

Cass: F

Babs: F

Dick: F

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part ten: falling finale

part one: falling flowers | part two: falling freedom | part three: falling fears | part four: falling failures | part five: falling fame | part six: falling feelings | part seven: falling forces | part eight: falling fractures | part nine: falling fires

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Calum and Arden lived on in a thin veil of secrets. One much less weighted than before. Only hiding the real side of their relationship; they decided to save it for themselves. There were no more confusing twists between family and stories to keep up with. They had each other and one secret to maintain. The end of the contract was nearing. But a tour still laid before them and the agreements they signed themselves into. Arden would join, posts would be made and paparazzi would be avoided. Then the inevitable call off of the engagement would ensue. For the past couple of months everything was easy.

New routines were built around them; rehearsal for tour and Arden’s life at the gallery left them with nighttime escapades and early mornings made of bliss and sinful secrets. A weekend getaway helped ground them into their own reality and remind them all that was real between them. Calum wouldn’t change it. He felt normalcy creeping around him, ease and warmth and a sense of security in the relationship they built and the fact it was only between them.

“Spend the night?” Calum tried persuading, a pouty lip and pleading eyes usually doing the trick.

“Don’t you have an early morning rehearsal?” Arden asked with narrowed eyes and a tilted head. “Isn’t Ashton meeting you here before it?”

Calum sighed. Ashton was one of few obstacles in their balance of secrecy. He saw the way they were after the paparazzi stunt, more than likely saw the kisses and heard the soft words Calum had used to calm Arden. They had agreed with thin words and confused casualties that Ashton wouldn’t assume what was happening or ask any questions about it. Now his appearances at Calum’s place left more hurdles to jump. But it was nothing compared to the marathons they were previously running to keep up with everything else.

“I’ll get up early. Be in the kitchen before he’s here. You can sleep in with Duke,” Calum offered with a pouty kiss to her forehead. “I’ll bring back breakfast from the diner.”

She smiled and reached down to pet Duke who made a home between them in the twisted sheets. “If I’m sleeping in you better bring back lunch instead.”

“So you’ll stay?” Calum asked around a laugh and victorious smirk. “Two nights?”

“We’ll see,” she mumbled and shifted to sit up, moved past Duke and straddled Calum’s lap in one swift motion. She ducked down to peck his lips, smirk into the kiss and break away before Calum could ask for more. “You better have a good bribe for me tomorrow night.”

Calum trailed a lone finger up her spine, knowing her reaction to the ticklish touch would be to arch her back and press closer into him. “Aren’t I enough?” He asked when the distance was closed and a slight gasp fell from her lips.

“Always,” she answered without missing a beat.

Morning came without notice. The sunlight that usually spilled in through the windows was blocked by pulled curtains. Alarms that would usually go off were silenced. Phone calls didn’t ring, text messages only lit up the screens. Oblivious and unconscious bliss hung over Calum and Arden in the early morning hours in which he should have been awake. In each other’s embraces neither heard nor stirred at the knock on the front door, the sound of a key in the lock or the squeak of opening hinges. Footsteps were muted and lost to dreams that had Calum shifting closer to Arden, throwing an arm over her and bringing her in as close as possible. Most mornings they woke that way, warm skin painted by lips and hair tousled, bodies entangled as one. Eyelashes slowly fluttering in time with content heartbeats and grins to greet each other. Instead, panic floored Calum at the opening of the bedroom door, a frown cut across his face and his lurching body woke Arden.

Calum’s eyes flew open and heart raced as Ashton stood frozen in the doorway; taking in the scene of the two together in a way that couldn’t be chalked up or watered down to assumptions. Arden was slower to rise, sheet thankfully tucked around her. Calum could see the alarm on her face as soon as she processed the situation.

“We uh, we’ve got rehearsal,” Ashton said and quickly made an exit, nearly slamming himself against the doorframe as he pivoted to make a quick leave.

“Cal,” Arden managed to get out under the sheer trepidation that now swung all around them. Thinly veiled secrets were coming to light.

“I’ll take care of it,” Calum said and stood, threw on sweatpants and traipsed after Ashton.

“Maybe it’s time everyone knows,” Arden lightly called after Calum but it went over his head in his rush to make things okay.

The conversation with Ashton was quick and tense. Ashton told Calum he wouldn’t lie to Michael if he was directly asked but he wouldn’t bring it up unprompted. If they didn’t want Ashton to know they needed to act like he still didn’t, not take his knowledge for granted or put him in the middle. He didn’t want to hurt Calum and Arden but he didn’t want to hurt Michael either. Calum respected all of that, agreed with the sentiments and promised they wouldn’t put him in any more uncomfortable situations. He could only thank him in the end with a tight lipped attempt at a smile and awkward pat on the back before excusing himself to finish getting dressed.

“It’s handled,” Calum told Arden and gave her a chaste kiss. “Try to get back to sleep.”

***

The rest of tour rehearsals went on with just a touch of awkwardness that floated in the air. Ashton was a bit more on edge than usual but began letting it go when Calum kept it under wraps and away from him. Arden was only a presence when necessary during the rehearsals. Everything fell back into its rightful place just in time for the tour to begin.

Sneaking around became a habit once more. One they became well versed in during the tour. Moments alone became scarce, constantly surrounded by crew and team members. The busses were always packed, the hotel nights were few and far between as the shows were nightly with minimal time and too much distance between them and their schedules conflicted with the tour and the gallery. When Arden was there she found a way to slip out of her own bunk, managed to stay quiet enough to climb into Calum’s when they were both sure no one was still awake. Whispered words and soft touches became their biggest form of intimacy. Calum was grateful for any gaps in the schedule that could offer them time away from the chaos and solely with each other.

One morning afforded them that kind of time. Arden was visiting for a weekend she had off, keeping up the guise of the engagement for the fans with social media posts as anything to do with paparazzi had a firm stop put to it. Michael was sleeping in, the crew was oblivious, Ashton understood and Luke was too wrapped up in his own relationship to bat an eye as they slipped out and headed for a diner reminiscent of their own. Ripped pleather seats, stained tabletops and bittersweet coffee welcomed them with a warm and familiar embrace.

“I’ve missed this,” Arden said around a sigh before bringing her coffee mug to her glossy lips. “I knew the tour would be crazy but I didn’t think it’d be this difficult. Feel like I never really get to see you.”

Calum agreed. Moments that could have been theirs were abandoned in favor of keeping secrets. Casual intimacy was few and far between. Only night time escapades in a cramped bunk ever gave them what they were seeking. Or at least some of what they wanted. But those nights were also filled with exhaustion and they passed out before catching up with each other.

“We have a hotel tonight,” Calum reminded, already buzzing at the prospect of a king bed, soft sheets, and slipping Arden his extra key. “You get me all night.”

Arden smiled but Calum detected a bite of sadness behind it; an apprehension and disbelief lingering in hazel, dulling what usually shone as bright as an ocean sunrise. She shifted in her seat and thumbed at the laminated menu mindlessly, the pages likely a blur at her downcast gaze. Calum felt her mood shift back, eyebrows furrowing and a small shake of her head breaking the discontent.

“Do you think once the tour is done we should tell Michael?” She finally asked and her downtrodden look made much more sense. The secrets were weighing heavy on both of them; even when times were light and felt as if everything was right, there was still that piece to shoulder the weight of.

“We will. Once the tour is over and we aren’t spending everyday with him or causing trouble for the band.”

“I know,” Arden said and gave a slight nod. “I can wait. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize everything you guys have worked for.”  

Her words were reminiscent of those in their first meeting with management. Arden was protective of Michael and the success the band had brought him. Even when she felt like she was living in his shadow she would never wish the light away from him, never want to dim his accomplishments or hurt his friendships. Calum surmised that was most of the weight she was feeling. He felt it at times too. Other times he felt no want to tell. Everything had found a rhythm. They found each other and peace, they found control and ways to stay themselves in a fight against all they were chained to.

Calum offered her comfort with an outreached hand. Their alone time wasn’t long lived that morning but it gave Calum a new perspective and a reminder that the night would be theirs once more—no need for escaping into closets or slinking into the shadows of themselves. Night came to them after a whirlwind of a day, after a performance with subtle glances to side stage where Arden stood, always on Calum’s side, always waiting with impatient smirk and even more subtle teases. The hotel wa dead quiet when Calum finally heard the door handle turn and soft footsteps pad over to the bed. Arden was much more graceful and stealthy about roaming through the halls. No one but the band would question her being in Calum’s room and everyone else questioned why she wasn’t. They lied and lied and spun half truths until everyone was left dizzy and not wanting to know the reasons. The art of evasion and escape had been perfected.

“Cal? You still up?” Her voice was quiet as she approached, a timid hand reaching out for the bed in the dark. Calum heard it glide along the sheets and captured it with a silent movement.

“Mhm,” he murmured and helped pull her into him, secured her into his embrace and felt himself relax.

Some nights they were able to find privacy in their own room and those times were made of needy sighs, greedy grips and begging lips that would leave marks to be dealt with in the morning. Some nights were gentler. Slower yet sensual and laced with a languid passion Calum had never felt before. Tonight was different. Exhausted and homesick, a craving for intimacy in a more gentle form clouding both of them. Calum could tell Arden wanted exactly the same; a night to catch up and feel one another in more innate ways. She rested her head against his chest, he felt her feet tap under the covers in time with his heartbeat and smirked up at the dark ceiling above them.

“The gallery wants me back by Monday at eight,” she began with a sigh and Calum could nearly picture her biting her lip as she took a moment to contemplate her next words. “I still don’t know what I want to do. I thought this was just going to be temporary. It doesn’t feel that way anymore. But it doesn’t feel right either.”

Calum was temporarily stunned into silence as he tried to figure out how best to respond to her seemingly out of the blue declaration. Their conversation in the yard came tumbling back to him at full force. The doubts that plagued her and the desire to do something more with her life; to know she wanted more and figure out exactly what that something might be.

“You don’t need to know right now,” Calum mused and shifted, maneuvered them so he could face her and gently run his fingertips along her jaw. “You have a lifetime to figure it out.”

“What if I never do? What if I’m not meant for anything extraordinary? What if I need to just settle for a side step out of the shadows and realize it doesn’t lead to some grand path?”

“You will. You are. You’re already on that path,” Calum said and knew her face was crumpling in confusion; never quite able to see herself the way Calum saw her. Never quite able to realize her worth.

“Some are just longer than others.”

Arden let out a dry laugh and found her composure at the drop of a dime; sobering quickly and lapsing into a heated silence as they both thought over her fears. Calum knew she would find what she was looking for, hoped he was in the picture.

“I really hope you’re right,” she mumbled around a broken breath that did its best to fracture her pride and splinter her faith.

“I am. And I’m proud of you no matter where you end up,” he said.

He had stated to make it a point to express his pride and admiration for her ever since she admitted she felt no one had any reason to be. He could nearly feel her smile, felt her warmth as she scooted back in close to him and buried her face against his cool skin. Fingertips drifted to run through her hair and hear the sigh of contentment that left at her at the easy form of affection.

“I don’t know if what I’m doing is enough. But right now is.”

Moments and words like those were what made Calum wish to go on in their own secret little world. Ignorance on behalf of everyone else seemed like bliss. Being alone together was enough for Calum and the moment.

***

Calum froze in fear, his conversation with Ashton stopping on a dime as he spotted Arden with an incredulous look on her face. They were on the side of the stage as the openers sound checked, finding a rare occasion to discuss the situation of Ashton knowing and when or if they were going to tell Michael. Usually Calum kept it all to himself and between him and Arden. He had struck a deal with Ashton to keep it that way. But Ashton brought it up; opened the door to the conversation and Calum was more than willing to speak about it with loose lips and unthought out words. He didn’t know exactly what Arden overheard but he could tell she didn’t like it. He panicked, moved away from Ashton and brought her further into the depths of backstage. She was stiff and reluctant.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, desperately, hoping she would piece together what she heard and why she didn’t like it.

“Do you not want to tell anyone?” Arden asked, face crumpling in disbelief at the situation. Calum saw the hurt in her eyes, heard the waver in her voice as it cracked. “Ever?”

Music thumped around them in defending bass lines that collided with the nerves wracking Calum’s body. What she overheard was only a sliver of the conversation, just a breath that danced off his lips in a fleeting confession to Ashton. It’s nice no one else  knows about us. I could get used to it being like this. I don’t want to tell anyone else. He meant it but not in the ways Arden took it. Miscommunication was hanging precariously between them, swaying on a frayed line with broken words and breaking hearts.

“No,” Calum quickly spat out and tried to move to her but she stepped back. “I didn’t mean it like that. Arden, listen, you know me. You trust me. I just meant—“

Calum faltered, unsure how to explain himself in the heat of the moment. It was only months ago his words had been spun through the press misconstrued; Arden hadn’t believed them, had written them off so quick with only trust in her eyes. Now she was pallid and swaying as she tried to figure it out. Calum realized it was different. The words came from his mouth, she heard them in the moment and the months since he had asked to wait to tell Michael and the rest about them did little to instill faith. Arden waited only a moment with arms crossed and glossy eyes before shaking her head.

“If you never want to tell anyone then there doesn’t need to be anything to tell.”

She moved to pass him, the crew around them was oblivious to the quarrel, Calum reached out to stop her, a hand on her arm and a pleading look in his eyes. She let out a breath and recoiled from his touch. In one motion she slipped the ring off her finger and placed it to his chest against her palm. Calum quickly captured her hand before she could take it away, before the ring could drop and everything they had been working for could shatter. That one word came back and Calum realized it was time.

“Come with me,” he requested, hand scooping hers without waiting for a proper answer, the ring falling into his hold as he led her down the hall and back towards the green room. He pocketed the ring, unsure if she would ever want it back. “I’m ready.”

She reluctantly trailed him and Calum fought down the rising panic swelling in his chest. The door was closed, he knew Michael was behind it. He knew he was the place to start in proving what he truly meant. Calum opened the door to be met with confused glances and silence from his best friend. Michael was perched on the arm of a couch, Luke was downing a beer and Ashton was nowhere in sight; probably off with the openers after the incident Arden overheard.

“Mike, I gotta tell you something,” Calum began and pushed past the fear, drowned out the warning bells and listened to the words that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for months. Arden was slightly behind him, tears that once threatened to fall now staining her cheeks. Calum turned to her, wiped her pain away gently with the pads of his thumbs and kissed her for just a fleeting moment. “I’m in love with your sister.”

“Love?”

“I know.”

Arden questioned with hope in the one syllable and Michael declared with an air of not caring in the two words.

“You know?” Calum asked, forgetting for a split second that confession was the first time Arden had heard it.

“I’m her brother and your best friend. Not an idiot,” Michael said as if it was obvious and cut a look at Arden as if to keep the possibility of sibling banter about idiocy at bay. Calum could almost hear Arden’s chiding yet lighthearted and drawn out well. “I see the way you look at each other. I know how much time you’ve spent together. I’ve seen empty bunks at night. I can see that you’re happy together. I figured you’d tell me eventually.”

“You love me?” Arden asked again, completely ignoring all that Michael said, or taking it in and letting in form the question once more, Calum wasn’t sure. Shock wrote itself clearly on her face, danced along her eyes and had her head shaking in disbelief.

“Of course I do,” Calum soothed. He was hesitant but pulled her closer, took in a breath of relief when she was receptive.

“Then why didn’t you want to tell anyone?”

“Can we talk, alone?” Calum answered with his own question to her, knowing the conversation was better had away from everyone else.

She nodded but was wary in the motion and slow to leave the room with him; casted glances back at Michael to make sure he was actually as okay with it as he seemed. He didn’t make any protests, didn’t cause a scene or even bat an eye. He knew. Their fear had been misplaced, too loud for rationale to tell them he would understand. Too riddled with anxiety and stereotypes to believe that he might even be supportive of the relationship. It was foolish, now that Calum really thought about it. All Michael would ever hope for was both of their happiness, and if they found it together then so be it. If roles were reversed Calum would want the same.

They found a place down the hall where the music wasn’t as loud and people didn’t pass by. Calum took her hand, grateful she didn’t pull away or flinch at the contact. He took in a deep breath and collected the words of explanation in his mind before beginning.

“Everything was starting to feel like it fit. It was good. Easy. It was so simple to have each other and not let anyone know about it. It felt like we were finally ours. Not management’s. Not our doubts or fears about our parents. Not the scrutiny of Michael. You were mine, I was yours and we were just us. I meant that was nice. That if I could make it feel that way forever I would. I just didn’t know how to say it like that. Not until now. Especially not to Ashton; you’re the only one who should be hearing it. And I wish the first time you heard that I love you wasn’t because of that.”

Calum got it all out in one go, caught his breath after his monologue and then held it as Arden contemplated his explanation. She held stares with him, eyes blank and in telling of any clues. Calum noted the stillness that captured her, the usual knocking of knees, wiggling legs or swaying bodies in times of anxiety completely absent. She did bite her lip, scrunched her nose just a touch and pressed her thumb against the back of his hand.

“I didn’t hear anything,” she said and shrugged, a subtle smirk lifted the corners of her lips.

Calum was dumbfounded for a split second until his mind caught up to his words and the wish he ended on and then he understood a chance was being bestowed upon him to get it right.

“But, I love you too,” she said in a whisper and closed the distance between them by wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and standing on the tops of her toes. Peaches and sugar and all that was Arden came back to him.

He felt the weight of the ring in his pocket. Let it formulate a plan in the forefront of his mind as she kissed him, lips as sweet as ever and welcoming to the need of deepening it that consumed Calum. It wasn’t for long, but in those few minutes fear had made a home in his heart. He was scared he would lose her, scared that sweet would turn bitter on his tongue forever.  

“I’m sorry,” he said against her lips, realizing he gave an explanation and not an apology for the pain he hadn’t meant to cause her.

She kissed him again and it told him he was forgiven. She would pretend she hadn’t heard that four letter word but ensured he knew she felt it too. He would say it again. He would hope she would too.

***

The time to say it again came on a night when Calum’s plan came to full fruition. He had held onto the ring, Arden had asked about it—told him she hoped he was hawking it to get the money back now that the contractual agreement was over and it was a moot point. The “split” was as uneventful as they could have hoped for. Management was more agreeable than they had ever been. Calum surmised it may have had something to do with the power he wielded with a photo post of the two of them as the clock struck midnight and the contract ran out. He captioned it to explain the engagement was off but they were still together, happy and figuring things out as they had so aptly used as explanation before. There wasn’t much management could do to finesse around it. They had finally won. Finally found their freedom and rhythm of normalcy—no more lies followed them, no more secrets shrouded their nights and intimate moments, no more doubts and misconstrued words to make holes in their hearts. They had each other, just exactly as Calum had wanted. And Arden had found her path. The art gallery led to connections and inspiration that found her on her way to writing and illustrating a children’s book about finding your dreams and emphasizing that having a little help along the way was okay.

The night was dark, the moon didn’t grace the sky and only a few stars speckled across the black. Street lights shined paths on the pavement as they walked. Their hands were held and swung between them, easy small talk filled the night air. Calum stopped them abruptly, their diner stood lit up with half of a neon sign. The lights never fully functioned and it added to the charm. Arden had even captured that in the painting that now hung in Calum’s living room.

“Arden,” Calum started, unsure how to start, a blush consuming him as he struggled with his words. She gazed up at him, offered a knowing grin; Calum realized she must have put the special plans together. She was expecting it, waiting for that special word to be said again. She knew. “You know I’m in love with you.”

She batted her eyes and bit her lip as she slowly nodded. “And you know I feel the same. I love you.”

Calum couldn’t stop his emotions from showing, heart on his sleeve, love in his eyes and warmth in his smile as he heard her say it back—again. Though he knew, had already heard her whisper it, it was still nice to hear. He hoped he could continue hearing it. Knowing it would never get old.

“There’s something else I want to say and something I need to give you,” he went on, reached into his coat pocket, hands finding smooth velvet and heart racing at the contact. He could feel in his bones that she would appreciate it, knew in every emotion that coursed through him that it was the right moment.

“Oh?” She asked with an arched eyebrow and line of sight following his hand to his pocket. “I hope it’s nothing too much. I didn’t get you anything.”

Calum waved off her concern. She never liked when he spent money on her, always wanted to split. Preferred time to gifts and always tried to keep the balance even. He let out a breath as he decided how next to approach what needed to be said. A thought entered his mind and he couldn’t push it away before one of his knees hit the ground as his hand enveloped and brought out the jewelry box within his coat.

“Marry me, maybe someday? When we’re both ready and our friends and families can know and it can be real?” Calum asked around a smirk and flipped open the jewelry box—his plan shining under the lights.

Arden’s eyes were blown wide, head shaking minutely back and forth as a dry laugh tumbled from her painted lips. “Stand up.”

Her hands guided him back up from his position on the ground, cupped under his jaw and brought him in for a kiss. The jewelry box was temporarily forgotten in Calum’s hold. When she pulled away she spared it a glance before furrowing her brows and letting out another giggle.

“Were you trying to give me a heart attack?” She asked and processed what was inside the box, turned back to it with wonder in her eyes and fingered at the necklace laid within. “Are those… the diamonds from my ring?”

Calum nodded with a broad and gleaming smile; happy she put it together and understood the meaning behind it. “I had them reset. There’s no need for a ring right now, but I couldn’t imagine you without them.”

“It’s stunning,” she praised in a breathy whisper and turned back to ask with her eyes if he could put it on her. He did so gently, brushing hair out of the way and clasping it at the nape of her neck. He peered down, found it much more fitting and delicate in a necklace than as a ring. It was Arden.

“You know, you didn’t answer my question,” he said as he pulled her into him and enveloped her in his embrace.

He felt her laughter. “Yeah. I’ll maybe marry you. Someday.”

He tilted her chin up, fingers light and trailing. “How about in the meantime we just go home and you spend a night or two or three or four?”

She thought for just a second; the back of Calum’s neck heating and stomach sinking until she said, “No maybes about that. I definitely will.”

They walked back to the car, drove back to Calum’s place, back home where everything had finally all fallen into place. Duke greeted them at the door. Cushioned comfort welcomed them, promises of breakfast and not worrying about what the night and morning would bring eased their souls. Knowing they could wake up to each other tomorrow and as long as they wished to warmed their hearts. Calum knew what it was like to fall, to feel the wind at his back and now he finally knew she could always be home to catch him. A ring turner necklace and words already known but said once more gave them a falling finale to the morning in Vegas, the signed contracts, glimmering uncertainty of what feelings were real or fake, and everything in between. Their falling facade finally broke and settled around them, a falling finale bidding them love and trust, freedom and hopes for forever together.

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