#but then i stared at that sofa for a solid minute

[zombiecleodoodles]

Can you draw c!cleo in cc!cleo’s gaming setup as they described it in mumbo’s episode?

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, laptop on their lap, mouse on top of cans of soda (I assume in the box?), microphone hanging from the staircase behind them.

honestly i can respect the set up

[hyunsvngs]

hyunsvngbinimas!

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

warnings: u fuck jisung with a dildo made from his own cock, sub!jisung, dom!reader, degradation, sph, mommy kink, unprotected sex, jisung cums twice, a lil bit of feminisation, cumswapping

You’ve been holding it for about five minutes now. You’re not sure what to say. 

It’s a dildo, complete with veins and a tip, silicone bouncing everytime you move your hand. A red bow is tied neatly around it, like some sort of comedic gift. Is this a joke? It has to be a joke, but everytime your eyes flit to Jisung, he’s still beaming with a content look in those round eyes. He got you a dildo for Christmas.

“You got me a dildo for Christmas,” You deadpan, an eyebrow raised. It’s not that you’re not excited because in all fairness, the dildo is the perfect size for you. Chubby, with a flared mushroom tip and not too long, not too short either - just big enough. You’re just confused. It kind of reminds you of-

“It’s not just a dildo! It’s my dick, look!” He points to the present excitedly, unabashed glee in his eyes. “It’s the same as mine. I got one of those kits and put my dick in it. Kinda felt good, to be honest.”

You giggle, running your fingertips up the shaft once more. “I knew I recognised it,” You muse, and Jisung shifts to get closer and stare at the toy. The wrapping paper on the sofa scrunches under his knees. “Chubby cock, veiny. Perfect length. Did you want to see me fuck myself with this?”

Jisung blanches, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “Well, it’s- yeah,” He admits, round cheeks turning pink. You pull him closer by his shoulders, letting him nuzzle into your neck in his shyness. He’s so cute, especially in his cute little plaid Christmas bottoms and an oversized hoodie. He looks so boyfriend. He gains the courage, hot breath panning over your skin as he speaks. “I thought maybe you could send me videos when I’m away, too. I got you other presents too, but I thought this would help you the most when you miss me.”

He’s right. When Jisung’s away, you do sit and think wistfully about his cock before fucking yourself with your fingers and whining that it’s not enough. He likes hearing about it, likes thinking about how needy you are for him, but it would be good to have a little help when he’s gone. It would stop you thinking about his cock, his mouth, his ass-

Wait.

“Sungie,” You begin, and he shivers. He must know what you’re about to say. He cuddles closer to you, fingers gripping on the fabric of your shirt as he hums in response. It’s shaky. “Baby, would you let me fuck your ass with this?”

He whines. It’s long, drawn out, and fully desperate. “I- baby, that’s dirty,” He gushes, acting the perfect image of anguish, but he’s already climbing into your lap. “I- it’s for you, not for me!”

“You’ve already thought about it, haven’t you?” You smile, and he shakes his head vehemently. He’s on your lap now though, cock already solid and pressing at the front of his cute bottoms, hair lit up by the lights on the Christmas tree behind him. His toes curl in his socks while he tries to get comfortable on you, cheeks pink and pouty lips just slightly parted with every breath he takes. He’s already fucked up just from the idea of it. You toss the dildo to the side of the couch, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He shivers again. “Tell me.”

Jisung shifts on your lap, erection pressing against the bottom of your stomach. “It’s- I- maybe it would be hot,” He begins, and then he shakes his head rapidly, eyes blinking shut. “Okay, yeah, I did think about it. I- my ass, it’s- baby, feel.”

He grabs your hand, shoving it down the back of his bottoms. You’re pleasantly surprised to find that he hasn’t worn boxers for this gift giving exchange, and even more pleasantly surprised to find that his hole is slick with lube. Wait. Slick with lube.

“Sungie, baby, you’re so wet for me,” You run two fingers over his hole, and he whines, bucking his hips forward. “You wanted it that badly? Why didn’t you ask, princess?”

“I- I-” He’s huffing with every breath, cock heavy and hips canting back into your fingers. You hook a finger just past his rim, making him gasp with shock. He’s looser than you expected. It makes you smile. “Nervous. I- It’s weird, it’s kind of dirty, isn’t it? It’s- it’s my cock, and-”

Oh. It’s that type of scene. Jisung’s a self proclaimed slut, and he wants you to tell him it’s dirty, and wants you to be a little mean to him. You could do that. 

“Mm, it is dirty,” You agree, nodding. Jisung stares at you, wide eyes, licking his lips over and over. You pull your hand back, and then you’re pushing two fingers past his rim instead. This time, you let them sink right down to the knuckles, and he moans, head lolling back. “This pussy’s so fucking wet for me. I think you’re already ready, you stretched it out that much. Fuckin’ whore.”

Jisung nods eagerly, feet kicking in his impatient state. “I am! I’m a whore for you, for you, god, can I- can I fuck your pussy, and you can fuck my ass with it while I’m inside you, please, please, please-”

“No,” You scoff, stroking over his hair with your spare hand. It makes him pout, but he leans into your touch nonetheless. “I’m fucking your ass first, and if you can hold on for long enough, you can cum inside my pussy.”

“Hnnng, that’s mean! You’re so mean, you know I’ll cum,” Jisung pouts, and you just giggle in response. The laugh makes your eyes crinkle, and Jisung lets himself make a purely fond smile of his own. “You’re so pretty.”

“Yeah? Mommy’s pretty?” You question, head tilting to the side. Jisung shifts on your lap at the use of the title, nodding shyly. “Why don’t you strip off for mommy, honey? Show me that pussy, yeah?”

Jisung dives off of you, yanking his bottoms down and pulling his hoodie over his head. It leaves him fully naked on the sofa, bent over and presenting his ass to you. His thick cock hangs heavy between his legs, balls looking agonisingly full just from a bit of dirty talk and ass looking slick with his antics beforehand. You slide your hands down his back, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingers. You reach around and grab his ass, spreading his cheeks and exposing the tight hole between. You lean in and lick his rim, teasing him with the tip of your tongue.

“Don’t tease, mommy!” He protests, shaking his head. He leans down further, head resting on his arms to tilt his ass further back for you. “Gimme it. I’m ready, I’m ready, if you lick me there I’ll cum.”

“Slut,” You muse fondly, using a hand to flip him over onto his back. He’s pliant, instantly wrapping his hands in the pits of his knees to pull them to his chest, bent in half. It exposes his hole to you, clenching and unclenching impatiently. You grab the dildo, and before he can say anything, you’re pushing the head past his tight hole.

“Oh, yes,” He nods, tongue lolling out of his mouth. You snicker, pushing the silicone the rest of the way in. It meets little to no resistance, bottoming out quickly and making him shift his hips. “Fuck me with it, c’mon, mommy, fuck me with it! I need it, c’mon.”

“Shut up, Sungie,” You admonish, shaking your head in disbelief. Jisung giggles, shoulders shaking with the cute laugh, and then you’re pumping it in steadily. He shifts his hips, trying to get it to hit that delicious spot inside of him, and when he lets out a long, anguished noise, you know he’s found it. “There? Is that hitting your g-spot, baby? Dirty princess.”

“Oh, oh, keep- mama, keep talking like that, please! Faster, mommy, mama, please, faster!” 

He’s thrashing around already despite the slow pace, and when you finally speed up, his hands drop from his legs to grip the sofa. You push his legs back with your spare arm to keep him in position, forearm firm on his lower thighs, and he starts to bounce against the thrusts.

“Is that good?” You question, and he nods eagerly, unabashed whines and high-pitched moans falling from his parted lips. “Yeah, I can tell. Look at you, whining like a little whore. I know you would’ve preferred to ride my strap, feel that cock deep inside your slutty hole.”

Jisung practically wails, head shaking rapidly. “Don’t- don’t- don’t make me cum, mommy, mama, mommymommymommy, please, please, please, don’t make me cum, I wanna cum inside, please-” He’s babbling, eyes clenched tightly shut and fingers gripping the edge of the sofa in his lust-filled haze. Despite his words, his hips are bouncing back onto the silicone, cock jumping with every thrust and adding to the pool of precum on his honey-toned tummy. 

“You want me to stop, baby? But what if I just sit on your cock after you cum? Do you think you could cum again for me?”

“Yes!” He wails, nodding rapidly. His hips buck onto the dildo a few more times, little “ah, ah, ah”’s being let out with every thrust of your hand into his hole. “I can cum again! I can, I can, I’ll do it for you, for mama, please!”

“You’re so pathetic, baby,” You coo, leaning over him to kiss his neck. It makes him whine even more, pink flush travelling down to his neck and chest. “Cumming so quickly from this small cock. How can you even feel anything? I know I can’t when it’s inside me.”

A loud moan, a gasp, and then he’s spilling onto his tummy untouched. The ropes of thick white cum shoot out of him, cock jumping and bobbing against his skin with the pleasure of it. You pull the dildo out softly, taking notice of the way his asshole clenches to avoid the loss. As he’s coming down from his orgasm, you wrap your free hand around his cock and pump rapidly, making him thrash and wail at the overstimulation. 

“Ah, baby. If you can’t take that, I don’t think you can take my pussy-”

“I can! Mama, just fuckin’- just sit on it, I promise. I can, look, I’m still hard,” He grips his cock at the base, showing you the unflagging erection. He’s not lying. His cock is covered in his own release, but it remains solid, chubby and messy for you. His eagerness makes you giggle, and he watches with wide eyes as you pull your underwear down, and then you’re sitting on his cock in one go.

Seeing him whine and thrash around like a slut had gotten you way too wet, and Jisung notices. His eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, tight walls soaked with your excitement. 

“Oh, baby,” You moan, high pitched and desperate. Jisung’s hands go up to your tits beneath your shirt, grabbing almost painfully, and you let him. You’re too needy at this point, and your hips start to rock against him. His cock always presses perfectly against your walls, ridges and veins hitting you just right and fucking against that sensitive spot inside of you. “Mm, that cock’s so good. Fucking mommy just right, ‘s so good Sungie.”

“Yeah, ‘s good?” He huffs, thrusting up against you. It’s obvious by the tears in his eyes that he’s desperately trying to calm down from the overstimulation, but he tries to stay good for you nonetheless. “Pussy’s so good, please- please go faster, please make me cum again, please?”

“I’ll make you cum again, Sungie, mommy’s got you,” You reassure, nodding, and then you splay your hands on his chest. Your fingernails dig into his pecs, flesh spilling around your fingers, and then you’re bouncing. 

You ignore the ache and strain in your thighs in favour of fucking down onto his cock over and over, the mess of your pussy mixed with his previous release making slick slapping noises in your living room. The noises make Jisung whine, head rolling around in pleasure. 

“Mommy, mommy, hnnnnnfg…” He slurs, drool slicking his bottom lip. “So wet. So wet on Sungie’s cock, so wet, so wet, mommy, please cum, please, need it.”

“You need my cum?” You sigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his cock grinding against your walls. It’s almost too wet, but you fight through it to get some more friction in your hole. You slide two fingers past Jisung’s lips, and he blinks up at you in shock, sucking them diligently. Taking the two fingers down to your pussy, you rub over your clit, sensitive and swollen past your slick folds. 

“Oh, yeeeees,” Jisung nods, eyes flickering down to watch you touch yourself. “Rub that clit for me, so dirty. Dirty mommy, oh, I’ll cum again if you keep going so fast-”

“Cum then,” You scoff, rubbing harder on your clit. The circles you form on the nub are imprecise, but the friction is just enough to have you hurtling towards your orgasm. You’re too excited, too eager after fucking his hole open. “C-Cum and I’ll cum with you, Sungie, c’mon. Squirt it all inside mommy, please, baby.”

“Okay, okay, okay, I can, I’ll cum, I’ll-” He cuts himself off by gripping firmly on your ass, and then he’s thrusting up into you. His hips slap against yours, eyes rolling back into his head as he fucks you hard and fast to cum inside of your pussy. You surge forward, fingers digging harder into his pecs at the change in pace, moaning at the stimulation on your g-spot. Your hand drops from your clit, but you can’t even think about it with the way he’s fucking into you. 

“Oh, mommy’s gonna cum, baby, keep fucking me just like that,” You keen, and then you’re cumming. Jisung wails through your cunt fluttering around him, hole clenching and unclenching around his shaft. 

After a few more thrusts, his hips still on an inwards thrust, cock pressed tightly against your cervix and you can feel him spilling inside you. It’s less than it normally would be given his previous orgasm, but it still leaks out around his cock and fills your hole to the point you’re panting, head dropping to loll into his neck. Jisung sighs a heavy puff of air, wrapping his hand around your head to keep you close as he slips out. 

His cock is still half hard, only slightly flagging, and he dips his fingers into your pussy to collect yours and his cum. He turns to you, the white substance stringing his digits together.

“Open wide, jagi,” He muses, and you let your lips part, his fingers forcing your mixed fluids into your mouth. You let them rest on your tongue, and then he’s kissing you, tongue soft and wet in your mouth to taste the release. There’s a few wet slaps of your lips together, a messy exchange, and then he’s pulling away with a stupid grin.

You blink, knowing he’s about to say something stupid. “Jisung.”

“I guess we are having a white Christmas, huh?” He giggles, hands wrapping around your middle. You roll your eyes playfully, kissing his nose. 

“You’re so fucking dumb, Sungie.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

[batman-dc-imagines]

J squad trying to coax your cat off the roof or out of a tree?

Gotham!J Squad saving your cat from a high place...

Relation(s): Can be Romantic or Platonic

Jervis Tetch

Your cat has this poor man stressing.

It was supposed to be a simple task at your request.

Watch the cat for a couple hours while you are out doing your thing. How hard could that be?

Your cat decided that today would be the perfect time to put that to the test.

Jervis tidied up around the place.

Read a book.

Made himself a cup of tea.

Anything to make the minutes move by quicker honestly.

When it was getting close to the scheduled feeding time for your cat, Jervis called out its name.

Odd.

Nothing.

He checked the regular spots your cat liked to be in, his brows furrowing the longer it took to find it.

He can’t find the cat.

He can’t find your cat.

Your cat.

Not good. Not good in the slightest.

Confusion turns quickly to panic

“Twinkle, twinkle, little cat, oh how I wonder where you’re at!” He mutters to himself in panic.

In the middle of all this, he hears it.

A faint meow.

He freezes in his place and listens for it again.

Another faint meow.

He follows the sound. It gets louder the closer he gets to the back door.

He opens the door and looks around outside but there was nothing.

There it was again.

He looks up and the sight he sees almost makes him have a heart attack.

Your cat was on the roof, peeking its head out and staring right at him.

He’s immediately up the stairs and opening the nearest window to get to your cat before it decides to really test out its nine life.

He’s using everything in the book to grab your cat’s attention.

I’m talking, treats, random sounds, hand gestures.

Everything.

Eventually your cat gets interested and slowly struts over to him.

The minute it’s in arms reach, Jervis reaches out and snatches up the kitty.

Let’s just say he was able to get your cat down safely.

Not without getting some minor scratches as payback from your cat.

He basically chided your cat like you would a small child once there both back inside.

He fights with himself on telling you or not about what happened.

Worried that you’ll see him as an irresponsible person.

But also worried about lying to you.

Once you get back, he’s already at your feet weeping about what happened and how it was his fault and how he’s irresponsible and how he almost let your cat hurt itself and-

He shuts up when you-

laugh?

You’re laughing.

You just pat his shoulder and explain nonchalantly that it’s normal.

Hell your cats put you in the same situation multiple times.

Now he’s dumbfounded.

Jonathan Crane

This was unexpected for him.

Cat sitting.

He never had a cat growing up so he wasn’t sure how it would go taking care of yours.

You quickly introduced him to your feline before giving him a hug and leaving out the door.

They kind of just stared at each other for a solid minute before your cat walked away.

Jon just shrugged and took a seat on your sofa, grabbing the nearest book.

After about an hour, he noticed he hasn’t seen your cat ever since you left.

He gets up and starts wandering around your place, looking in small spaces where he assumes your cat would be.

He starts getting uneasy the longer he searches.

He’s searching your bedroom when he hears a meow.

He glimpses around the room in confusion before looking up and low and behold, there’s your cat.

On top of your wardrobe closet.

“How in the..”

The breath that he had been holding in was finally released.

He goes over to the wardrobe and holds out his arms but your cat doesn’t move a muscle.

Just stares.

“Seriously?!”

He lets out a deep sigh, going to the kitchen and grabbing a small baggie of treats you had shown him earlier to give your cat if needed.

When he walked back into the room, your cat perked up at the sight.

Jon smirked at that, taking out a couple and holding them up high enough but not too close.

The second your cat reached out a paw, Jon grabbed your cat and hugged it close to him.

“Got ya!”

Your cat just scowls at him for the rest of the evening until you get back.

He doesn’t find it a serious concern to tell you considering your cat isn’t hurt but, he might let it slip out though a couple weeks later.

Jerome Valeska

A/N: If you actually want to see how he'd save your cat, send in another ask. I just seriously think he'd be the prime reason your cat gets stuck.

He put your cat in the tree.

[hederasgarden]

Okay so talk to me about the Werewolf/Witch AU with August pls!!! It automatically got my attention.

Pairing: Werewolf!August Walker x Witch!F!Reader Word Count: 629 Warning: Supernatural themes and some sexual content.

When you turn the corner, you let out a startled shriek, nearly dropping the lamp. There’s a large man sitting on your sofa. He smiles, or tries to, revealing a row of sharp white canines beneath his thick mustache.

“Relax,” he says gruffly. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

His voice makes the hairs on your neck stand up. There’s something wrong with his presence, a nagging sensation you can’t quite place. As you take in his broad features and the predatory glint in his eyes, it dawns on you with a jolt: he’s not just any intruder. 

He’s a wolf. 

In your living room. 

Every instinct you have is screaming at you to flee, yet you find yourself rooted to the spot, the lamp clattering to the floor with a dull thud. Wolves were dangerous and unpredictable, existing on the fringes of magical society, and this one is the largest you’ve ever seen. He’s well dressed too, wearing a sharp cut suit and tie. 

“You broke into my house,” you manage to stammer.

“You weren’t home,” he replies, as if that simple fact somehow justifies his intrusion.

You shake your head, struggling to clear the fog in your thoughts. Why haven’t you thrown him out? The magic you need thrums just beneath your skin, ready to be unleashed, but you find yourself paralyzed. What is happening?

“You need to leave,” you tell him, taking a cautious step back.

He rises smoothly from the sofa. When you take another step away, he follows, as though an invisible tether draws him toward you. The unnerving dance continues until your back meets the wall, and he looms over you. One large hand grips your forearm, yanking you forward so you crash against his solid chest. His nostrils flare as he leans in closer, inhaling deeply.

You squeak in surprise and try to pull away, but he doesn’t let you get far. His hold remains firm, keeping you pressed against his chest.

“Can’t you feel it?” he continues, his head tilting slightly to one side, as though he’s listening to something you can’t hear.

The air between you feels charged, and the weight of his words sinks in, leaving you disoriented.

“You’re crazy,” you whisper, struggling to free yourself from his iron grip. It feels like trying to push against a wall of granite. “I don’t feel anything, I don’t, oh…” 

Your voice trails off as you stare at him, wide-eyed. There’s something inside him, a kernel of magic that calls to your own. You feel an undeniably pull — primal and profound. When he notices the shift in your expression he leans in closer, his breath hot against the skin of your temple.

“Mine.” He growls. 

He tugs at the neckline of your dress, his warm breath falling against your throat. You feel dizzy, time moving slowly until the feel of his fingers dragging up your inner thigh snaps you out of your haze.

“Hey! W-what are you doing?” you manage to stammer.

He groans and you give him a sharp thump on the back. When he pulls back to stare down at you, his eyes are golden colored and his teeth longer than they were a minute ago. 

“Mating,” he replies simply.

“What? I don’t even know your name!”

He nips at your throat, and you yelp.

“Listen here mister there will be no mating until names are exchanged and about 10 other steps happen.”

He blinks, and his eyes shift from their eerie golden hue back to the blue of the delphinium blooming in your garden. Though he doesn't release his hold on you, something shifts inside him, like the tide going out.

“August. That’s my name.” Then to your surprise, he says your name. “Now we know one another.”

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears

So, @lexthegremlin1 requested that I do a story about cat hybrid! König and Horangi taking care of a reader when dealing with ADHD/ADD. Funnily enough, I struggle with ADHD and autism, so I might have written this with a bit of an autistic take, so please forgive me. I find the two tend to entwine themselves inside me so it's hard to see one from the other. However, I did my best and I really like this story.

I've struggled writing lately, so writing this story really helped me. I hope it helps you all when dealing with an ADHD/ADD episode yourselves.

TWs: Panic attacks, over stimulation, ableism, people not understanding ADHD

Wordcount: 1.4k

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Story Below the Cut

Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears

Your fingers buzzed with static currents. Your skin crawled with an army of invisible ants marching up and down your body in an endless march. You could hear the buzzing in the air. It was loud, so loud. Why was it loud? It wasn’t this loud before. It’s not supposed to be loud. It’s maddening but you can’t so much as orient your head to look around you. You’re locked in place like a cadaver to an examining table. You’re muscles ripple as currents flow from head to toe. You feel like you’re being born, you feel like you’re dying. It’s all throughout your body and you don’t know how to handle it.

You feel something under your touch. It’s a new feeling. This isn’t the metal of your pen. It’s not the plastic of your keyboard. It’s something… Soft. Soft? What’s soft in your apartment? You have your stuffed animals, but those are in your room. You’re in the living room now, right by your laptop. You can see in the far distance that you’re looking at the screen, but nothing is making sense. All the letters loop together and tangle into a sea of nettles. It’s not your stuffed animal, what’s soft in this room?

There’s throw pillows, but those are on the sofa. You’re sitting by your small table, the one you made into your desk. You have some stickers on the organizer trays, but they’re too bright to look at, too overwhelming. All those fun and familiar characters are too overwhelming now.

Soft… Soft… Soft… What’s soft?

You take a deep breath. You feel like your head is breaching above water for a moment. In the middle of the storm, your eyes flash with lightening clarity. You can see the sky bend and crack above you, can feel the currents of the sea desperately try to suck you back into the inky depths. You can feel it all as it whirls around you. You take another breath, and again the waves recede briefly to give you some semblance of relief. It’s brief, but it’s what you need. Another breath, the sea falls away, you feel yourself coming to solid ground.

The chair is solid beneath you. It’s a nice comfy chair that your friend found for you at a thrift store. It fits your room, it makes it look more organized.

Organized.

The sea wells up again, this time rising all the way back up to you neck and threatening to take you under.

Right, that’s why you’re like this. You’re unorganized.

Teachers always told you to be more careful with your school work. You keep losing your papers. I don’t have an endless supply here; you need to learn to take care of your things. Your parents got so mad at you. How do you not know where it is? I gave it to you five minutes ago! Your partners never understood. What do you mean you don’t remember? Over and over and over again, and now you’re hearing it from your boss. You lost the paper you needed. You lost it right before the deadline. You can’t meet the deadline without that report. How did you lose it? You thought you were better, you thought therapy and medications were working. Everyone told you that you were getting better, but now you’re stuck back at square one, staring down at your shoes as your teacher sighs and tells you to be more careful again.

You feel like you’re breaking down. It’s too much. Your chest heaves up and down, but you don’t know why. You try to breathe but the air catches in a ball in the back of your throat, thick and coagulated like old blood. It feels like fleshy masses are consuming your body, draining your life out of your sorry shell.

The softness pushes back into your hand again. Soft… Soft… Soft… What in your apartment is soft?

You feel something tugging at the front of your shirt. It’s familiar, but you can’t remember what’s meant to do that. It does that for a reason. It wants your attention.

You feel like you’re cracking apart chunks of granite when you move your neck, messily putting them back together when you finally look down at your lap.

What’s this meant to be? This isn’t a stuffed animal. It’s big and black, and it has such big wide eyes. Big big yellow eyes like twin harvest moons hanging in the night sky. Such big and beautiful eyes. Why do they look so sad?

They’re looking at you.

You know these eyes. These eyes are familiar. They look friendly, but so sad. You can’t bear them looking so sad. You need to make them happy. What makes them happy?

You move an arm made of lead to fall upon this black spot’s back. You slowly push your hand through the softness, then move back up to pet it again. The petting helps. It’s a simple, easy actions. Repetitive. It’s comforting. You can feel the warmth soaking into your lap. The eyes blink slowly. These are happy eyes, you think to yourself.

You can feel the waves receding. The water flushes away to leave you bare to the world. You can see the sky again, can see the clouds slowly whispering away into nothingness. They’re soft, much like the little storm cloud in your lap. But this isn’t a cloud you want to let go of, it’s a good cloud. This storm is a good storm. It’s a summer rain against the windowpanes at night. It’s a familiar pitter-patter on the rooftops. It’s a good storm, a happy storm.

It rolls with thunder, and it takes you a minute to find the name for this rumble. It’s called purring. Purring is a good thing. That’s something you know. You know purring is good. Purring is a very good thing. Hearing purring makes you feel a bit calmer. It’s easier to think now. The buzzing on your skin fades slightly. Your thoughts aren’t murky clouds, they’re starting to come into focus. The chatter is slowly dimming. It’s not so loud. It’s something you can tolerate. It’s not great, it’s still loud, but you can hear the chatter clearly now. It’s not talking about failure or loss or inevitable tragedies, it’s talking about this thing called ‘cats’.

Cats are good and wonderful things. Cats are innocent, good, pure. Cats don’t want to hurt you. Cats don’t get scared of you. Cats don’t think you’re a disappointment. Cats are good things that love and care for you, regardless of who you are. If you love them, they’ll love you back. They won’t hold your flaws above your heads. Cats take you as you are.

This little storm cloud, this cat, he is a nice and sweet animal. He’s waiting for you. Waiting for what? He’s waiting for you to calm down, one of the voices in the chatter says, louder than the rest. Normally, the voices in the chatter stress you out, but this one is a good voice. You like this voice. You want to listen to it more.

His name is König, it says, he loves you.

Does he love you?

He loves you very much.

Well that’s a wonderful thing, now isn’t it?

You smile and pet the cat more, this time scratching at his ears and his ruff. He rolls his head into the palm of your hand, eagerly lapping up all of your affections. This cat wants you, it needs you. This cat cares for you.

You feel another tug on your sleeve. You look down at your side and, would you know it, there’s another cat! You’re so surprised that you make a little squeak that has both the cats on edge. You relax, and they both calm down beside you.

Unfortunately for you, this striped cat is sitting on some of your papers.

Right, papers. You were doing some work. You needed those papers.

You scoot the cat away and take a look at the papers.

Your eyes widen as you realize what you’re holding.

The missing report, the voices clamber over each other, the missing report!

All the anxiety that had been lingering wafts away in a long sigh.

You have the report. You’re okay. You’re not going to be fired. Everything will be okay.

You take a final breath.

You’re going to be okay.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

[hisokakissmeplz]

Pissing Them Off

adulttrio x gn reader

Chrollo

You were lying in bed waiting patiently for Chrollo to come to bed, or at least you were almost an hour ago. Now you were sitting up right and about to go fight for his attention against whatever had stolen it away.

You make your way into the other room and find Chrollo sitting there, cross legged, peacefully reading. You lean on the door frame and wait for him to notice you. Nothing.

That when you decide to piss him off. You know exactly what to say to him too. Hisoka's surprising resurrection after their fated fight was still fresh on Chrollo's mind and you could see the way he winced anytime someone mentioned it.

Taking a seat on the couch next to him, you curl up and make yourself comfortable. Taking a deep breath you start.

"So Chrollo, Hisoka's back from the dead, yeah?"

His face flashes of serious discomfort at the subject but he continued to ignore you, not giving you what you wanted.

"He's kinda like Jesus Christ, huh? I bet you don't have a power like that in your book, do ya?"

He glared at you and set the book down.

"Angel, why must you torture me?"

You smirk and lay your head back on the sofa, finally having his attention.

"Because you torture me when you ignore me like that."

A soft smile spread across his lips as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around you. He could never be mad at you.

Hisoka

Rain pattered down on the windows as you sat there, silently watching him build his card house, for the second time. The first one you had kicked down 'accidently' right before he put on the last two cards.

You two had been pettily arguing all day. Hisoka loved to argue, more specifically get a rise out of you. He loved your reactions.

You sat there, watching him build as you thought of the next way you were going to piss him off.

"Hey baby?"

He ignored you. Continuing to build as if you hadn't said anything. Nevertheless you continued.

"You know how when you're fighting and before you use your nen you call out 'bungee gum'?"

You purposely mocked him as you said the words.

"Yeah?"

He didn't look up.

"What if right before you nut, you yelled out 'bungee cum'?"

He looked up this time.

Actually he stared for a good solid minute.

"Bunny, why?"

He took your intimate moments quite seriously so the fact you had even thought of that irked him, plus you were mocking him.

"I don't know I was just thinking."

You shrugged innocently. He stood up from his cards and walked over to you. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"What am I ever to do with you, bunny?"

You were surprised that night when he actually did yell out 'Bungee cum'. Nevertheless you had his attention and after all, what more did you need than that?

Illumi

It wasn't fair. Illumi has been so busy with his missions lately, he had barely even noticed you. Finally, you hear the awaited sound of the front door being unlocked and him coming in.

You practically tripped coming down the stairs excited to see him. He sat, not even paying attention to your form racing down the steps.

Tonight you weren't going to take it anymore.

"I bet Hisoka or Chrollo would be happy to see me after work."

You said walking into the kitchen nonchalantly.

You could see the way he tensed up but still, he refused to pay you any mind. Not wanting to reward your bratty behavior.

"Maybe I should call them, Hisoka did say I could call him if I needed anything."

You knew Hisoka was just being a flirt when he said that and trying to get a rise out of Illumi, but it did always work. He stood up, slowly making his way over to you.

"You don't really want to do that, darling."

He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him. You'd come this far, no backing down now.

"Maybe I do, I bet he'd give me his full attention."

Illumi winced at your words.

"Is that what you want?"

He leaned in further to you, placing his other hand on the small of your back.

"I suppose I can manage that, if you stop acting like such a brat."

You smile at him and watched as the faintest hint of one creeped onto his face.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, a long awaited kiss.

also I'm almost at a hundred followers and I just wanted to thank you all. you guys have really helped me get back into writing ❤️

[roosterbruiser]

idk if you’re still taking requests, but i would love somethin about hangman and his wifey getting caught by their teenage kid in the middle of sex and then getting absolutely grilled about it later because we all know they have jake’s sense of humor

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

you're both smarter than this. Really, you are. You both know better than to get busy in the kitchen on a Sunday morning.

but in your slight defense...your husband is Jake fucking Seresin. Not only that, but his beard is starting to get delicious gray hairs and he's letting it grow out just enough to make the delicate skin of your thighs clench.

plus, your son usually doesn't wake up early. he would wake up at noon if you let him.

so, against your better judgement, you let your husband bend you over the nice marble countertops you picked out a few years ago.

it's very romantic for a solid ten minutes. drenched in the early light of the morning, the scene is actually quite peaceful. the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, your husband is whispering your name like a goddamn prayer as he brings his hips against yours fluidly, and there's an old Carole King record spinning lazily in the living room.

you're so lost in each other, gasping quietly and muttering your affection for each other as he buries himself inside you just right, that you don't hear your son's thunderous steps down the stairs or when he calls out for you guys.

no, no...it isn't until your son genuinely screeches that the two of you look up and catch those wide green eyes filled with absolutely terror.

then of course it's you and Jake scrambling to get decent, trying hard to not traumatize your son even further, both of you blushing and stuttering excuses.

and then it's you and Jake looking at your son as he goes through all five stages of grief in mere minutes.

it may be early in the morning, but he is sure as Hell wide awake now.

"family meeting. now," your son says with all the authority of a parental figure, pointing to the living room.

and for some reason, you and Jake blindly follow him in there and take a seat on the sofa. you two have never been caught by your son--you feel a little out of your element.

you and Jake sit at opposite ends of the couch like awkward teenagers caught by their parents. your son paces before the two of you, hands clasped behind his back. for a fifteen-year-old boy, he could actually come across as much older. he was broad and tall like your husband, with an identical wit.

"what am I going to do with the two of you?" your son mutters disappointedly.

"we were just--!"

your son cuts you off with one sweeping motion of his hand, holding his palm up to you and turning his cheek. your cheeks grow red.

"oh, I know what you were just doing," he says. "don't worry, I won't forget it. neither will the therapist you're gonna pay for."

you purse your lips. Jake is shaking his head softly.

your son resumes his painting.

"and, really, I hate that I even have to say this, but--were you two being...safe?"

Jake breaks out in laughter and you gasp, furrowing your brows at your son who stares back at you incredulously.

"August Seresin," you reprimand, tutting.

he throws his arms up defensively.

"what?! it's a valid question to ask! you really want another me running around here? yeah, no thanks!"

that's when you finally break down laughing, too. you can't help it. it's an unfortunate situation, one you can honestly say has been one of your most embarrassing moments. but the three of you laughing about it makes the knot in your throat lessen.

"well, that oughta teach you to knock," Jake says with a smirk.

August glares at him.

"it's the kitchen! what, am I gonna have to knock before entering every room in the house?"

"well, unless you want a repeat of this morning, then yes," Jake sighs with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest.

your son is turning green.

"is there any safe space in this house? my bedroom?" your son looks near tears at this point.

your husband is only teasing--you know this. but August sure doesn't. you're fairly certain August is about to crumble to the floor.

"is nothing sacred?!"

"just your mama's smokin' hot bod--!"

"NO!" August firmly presses his palms over his ears and shakes his head. "I CAN'T COME BACK FROM THAT!"

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if you liked this, consider checking out my Jake x You story!

[lizhrs]

saw this picture and thought of escaped convict izuku on the run with raging psychopath/villian dynamight who decide to pay you a visit annnnd yeah (wc:2.6k)

It was supposed to be a nice evening all to yourself.

You were finally on break from the seemingly countless load of work and projects school has been throwing your way. You didn't think twice about taking time off from work and driving to your little cabin two towns out once the semester ended.

The first few days were fine. Everything you could've asked for. No call ins from work, deadlines from uni or hounding from your mother. It was just blissful peace.

But then a knock came at your door. You were reluctant to open it, especially since you're pretty sure no one knew you were here. Except for your mother but she lives thousands of miles away, she's never been the one to visit. It's always you who has to go to her. Your instincts tell you not to open it.

It's the beginning of a freaking horror movie for crying out loud.

Girl alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Check.

Girl has no contact with the outside world because of some absurd challenge of not checking social media for a solid two weeks. Check.

Girl has zero fighting abilities or survival instincts. Check.

Maybe the survival instincts part isn't all too correct because you stay put on your sofa, staring at the hardwood door from your position in the small cabin. Who could it be?

 You check the time, it's nine.

Maybe a person's car broke down nearby. But even then, you refuse to—another knock has you jumping. That's when you hear the whispers.

"I thought you said she'd be here, fucking nerd."

"She is." A calm voice responds.

You freeze. You know that voice. You haven't heard it in years but you definitely know it. You slowly stand up, walking to the door to get a clearer listening. "Did she leave? I swear to—"

"If you would stop talking, you would see all the lights are on. Clearly there's someone here."

A frustrated sigh then another series of pounding on the door. You can't help it, a small scream escapes your lips at the sudden noise. Then silence. They obviously heard you.

Yeah...definitely no survival instincts.

"Y/N?" A voice asks. It's definitely him. Definitely Izuku. But he sounds different. More hardened, confident...a stark contrast to the stuttering boy you were friends with five years ago. "It's me, Izuku. Open the door."

Open the door?

Why would you open the door to someone you haven't even spoken to in years? Someone who doesn't even give you a notice before rudely barging on your property. You can't stay silent any longer, obviously they know you're here but for some reason you can't bring yourself to speak.

"I just need a favor—"

"Fucking move." The other man mutters, you hear some shoving before an explosive sound causes you to take several steps back. What the fuck?

"You can't blow down her door!" Izuku groans in annoyance, shoving the man away.

"Why not? She won't let us in!"

"For obvious reasons you fucking imbecile!"

And you've definitely never heard Izuku curse before. "G-go away." You finally say. That man clearly has a quirk and judging from the sound of it, it could destroy you in a matter of seconds.

Another minute of whispering before Izuku is speaking up again.

"Why do you sound so scared?" He sounds like he's trying to put on a facade, trying to act nice and nonthreatening but the words roll off his tongue in a manner that only has you cringing. This is not the same Izuku you knew back then and you refuse to be one of those dumb girls who get stabbed in a horror movie because she was stupid enough to give some asshole the benefit of the—a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground and eliciting a terrified scream from your lips.

What the fuck?!

You thrash around in the others person's grip but they're freakishly strong, holding you up with one arm as the other goes to open the door.

"No! Don't—let go of me you psycho!"

It opens and the blood drains from your body, mouth opening in fear as Izuku steps in. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair before shutting the door behind him.

"Told you there's a backdoor. Dumb bitches like this never lock the back door."

What?

"Excuse me?!"

Izuku smiles down at you...since when is he taller than you? He looks older, jawline sharper, eyes more hardened, that boyish smile and chubby cheeks of his that always calmed you down are gone. Instead replaced by this.

You gasp as you take in his clothes. They're...fucking prison jumpsuits covered in blood. He follows your gaze, laughing a bit at your horrified gaze. "Oh this? It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Don't worry about it?

You scream as the man walks to the living room with you still in his grip, he throws you down on the couch and that's when you get a good look at him. He's big. Fucking massive with spikey blonde hair and a sneer that looks like it could rip you in half. He's also wearing a prison suit.

Tears quickly form in your eyes at the situation you're in. Prison suits, covered in blood and looking at you like you're a piece of meat. Yeah, you're definitely dying tonight. "W-what do you want?"

"Geez, five years of no contact and this is how she greets you?" The blonde laughs. "I thought you two were lovebirds." He plops down on the couch, picking up a magazine.

"Shut up, Katsuki." He sighs.

You two never dated. He was practically a little brother to you, always following you around like a lost puppy. But he doesn't look so desperate anymore. His eyes are chillingly dark all while his lips are forcing themselves into a smile that looks anything but kind. While the other one has almost a maniacal glint to his eyes. They're both creepy, terrifying you to your core as you slowly move your hand behind you. You left your phone somewhere around here, granted there's barely any data but you should at least try something.

Izuku moves closer, a movement that has you flinching away. "Stay back!" You screech.

Katsuki groans, rubbing his ears. "The mouth on her, goddamn."

"Look. Me and my...friend here are in a bit of a bind. We just need a place to stay for a little while and we'll be out of your hair."

You scoff, eyes trailing down to the crimson color on his hands. "What happened to you?" Or better yet, what the hell did he do to whatever poor guy got in his way?

He frowns. "I freed myself from a sticky situation. Why are you looking at me like that y/n?"

"Y-You're...in a prison jumpsuit with blood all over you and that's what you ask?"

"I did what I had to do." He sounds utterly convinced, that's what scares you the most. "Can we stay here?"

"Not like she can stay no." Katsuki cuts in, standing up and going to the kitchen to rummage through your fridge.

"H-how did you know I'd be here?" You ask, throat unbearably dry at this point.

"You always spoke about this cabin, how you would come here every semester break in the future." He sits right next to you, stretching a bit as he cracks his neck. "Fuck, I'm tired. We've spent the past few days in the damn woods."

He remembers something you told him nearly seven years ago? He’s always been disturbingly observant.

"We should've barged in here sooner. But no, you wanted to stake it out." Katsuki scoffs.

"You've been watching me?" Your chest tightens at that fact. You've been in this cabin alone for days with these two psychos watching your every move? Did they come in while you were sleeping? Taking a shower? You never lock the back door, a stupid, ridiculous habit you've been trying to break. But now it's too late it seems as you stare into Izuku's cold eyes.

"It was the only way to know no one else was coming. No one is coming, right?" He leans forward, slight suspicion etching on his features.

"Who cares if they do? I'll just blast the fuckers into bits."

You tense up at that, stomach twisting painfully. Izuku grabs your chin, you jump as his blood stained fingers grip you. "No one is coming right?"

"N-no." You whimper, shaking your head. "I'm the only one that comes here. Y-you know that."

"Well I've been gone for a while. You probably got a boyfriend, one of those meat heads losers you were always into. Do you? Are they coming here?" He quizzes, staring deep into your soul.

"No!" You yell, slapping his hands away. The longer they're on you, the more you feel like gagging. "I don't have a boyfriend."

His smile falters at that, jaw clenching and unclenching as he takes deep breaths, like he's trying to calm himself down for you removing yourself from his hold. Like you had no right. “That's a shame. I would've enjoyed meeting the man who you finally deemed good enough." He says after a few seconds.

"Why? So you could kill him in front of her?" Katsuki comes back, snorting as he sits on the couch. He's got a tub of ice cream in his hand. You didn't peg a hardened criminal as a haagen daz lover.

Izuku laughs, a sound that has you cringing on the inside. It sounds terrifyingly unstable. "You're making me seem like a sociopath, Kats."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "Wouldn't want that."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "You guys would just be staying for a few days right? I won't—I won't tell anyone, I swear. You don't have to hurt me."

"Now...why would I want to hurt you y/n?" He murmurs, fingers traveling to play with the curls of your hair. "You've given us hospitality. That's all I could've asked for."

You try to force a smile but the pit in your stomach is exhausting you at this point. You feel like screaming, puking and running for the hills all at the same time. But you can't run...the nearest house is at least thirty minutes away and they would surely catch you before then.

"O-okay." You whimper. "You're not...you're not mad at me, are you?" You find yourself asking, trying to stay calm.

He freezes, letting go of your hair as he leans against the couch. "Mad?"

"For what happened." You lick your dry lips. He has to remember. You highly doubt he came all this way just for hospitality. They could've broken into any old house or car but instead they waited here for days, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack you. Even though they should be out of the freaking country by now.

He stares at you for a while, his smile now replaced by a haunting look of indifference. Everything he does scares you. If he's not staring at you like you're a little kid throwing a tantrum, he's peering like he wonders what your insides look like.

"No...I'm not mad." He smiles again. "The past is the past."

"O-okay." You sigh, not believing him one bit.

"What happened?" Katsuki asks, looking genuinely interested.

"Shut up." Izuku simply responds and somehow the blonde doesn’t take offense to the tone, only rolling his eyes in response and going back to his ice cream.

Finally. Finally, you gain enough courage to reach your phone. Your fingers clench around the object behind you, praying they don't see the movements. "W-what did you guys do to get sent to prison?" The words flow out of your mouth, trying to buy time as you press the emergency button on your phone.

"We'll save that conversation for another time. But for now..." Izuku reaches behind you, ripping the phone out of your hands before you can even blink. You barley had it for a fucking second, how the hell did he know?

"W-what are—"

A slap to the face shuts you up immediately, it's not hard. It was practically a tap but something tells you that was just a warning, that if you pull something else, his retaliation will be less...merciful. "Open it."

“No."

Stupid.

"Open the phone, y/n." He says through clenched teeth, the calm facade he's been wearing all night slowly slipping off.

"No! You—what are you—" Hands grip the back of your hair, yanking your head back and evoking a painful scream. Fuck, he's strong. Katsuki stands behind you, menacing glare fixated on you as he sighs. "Just open the phone, doll."

You bite your tongue, slowly taking the phone from Izuku's welcoming hands and typing in your password.

"Was that so hard?" He asks, scrolling through your device.

Katsuki lets go of you, walking around the sofa so now he's standing behind Izuku. Both of them peering at your phone, like it's the most fascinating thing ever. "The emergency button didn't even work, service at this cabin has always been atrocious huh y/n?"

You refrain from telling him to fuck off.

"I'm just sending a little message to your mom—how is she by the way—that you'll be off the grid until you get back from break." He hums, tapping erratically. "You don't really have many friends it seems." He tilts his head to the side.

"I always thought you were destined to be that cliche slut of a cheerleader in high school, too dumb to know her left from her right but always so eager to please—oh." He pauses, scoffing a bit as he comes across something.

"W-what?" You ask, biting the inside of your cheek until it's throbbing.

"It appears you lied to us!" He laughs, the sound practically maniacal. The most emotion he's shown since he broke into your house. He holds the phone up, a crazed look in his eyes as he pouts.

"You do have a boyfriend."

Your eyes widen at the text messages he's showing you. If you had known your former friend and aspiring stalker would've broken into your cabin, you would've deleted those messages. But it's too late now as Izuku looks at the phone again with that stupid mischievous glint dancing around in his eyes.

"We—we've only been together a month, Izuku. I barely know the guy." You try to defend yourself, not sure why. Why does he still care so much after all these years?

It's a lie, you've been with him for over a year but you refuse to reveal that. Not with the terrifying expression on Izuku's face. "Why do you care? I-it's no—"

"Why wouldn't I care?" He scoffs. "After you trampled all over my heart?" He pushes the phone to Katsuki's chest to which the blonde happily takes it.

"After you made me feel like a fucking stain on some dirty sheets? After you broke and used me until there was nothing left to abuse?" He's getting closer, unbearably close. So much for bygones being bygones.

He grabs your chin again, it's much harder than last time and you're sure a bruise will be left. "I-I'm sorry." The tears are flowing down your cheeks now.

"It's okay." He nods, smiling at you. He leans in, placing a small peck on your cheek before backing away. "I forgive you, sweetheart. We all know you were never the brightest." The change in personality is almost as creepy as his gaze right now.

You try not to wipe the saliva on your cheek away, disgusted with the proximity. He's still so fucking delusional after all this time.

"Invite him over." It takes a second for you to realize he's not talking to you but to the deranged blonde next to him.

"W-what? No! Why—"

"Those who are sorry should be eager to prove it, y/n." He says like it's so obvious. "You can atone for your mistakes this way."

Atone? What is he, some type of God? Fucking psycho. "Leave him alone—"

"Invite him." He rolls his eyes. "I'm going to freshen up, can't wait to meet him y/n." He walks towards the stairs, humming a song all the way up.

"Don't worry." Katsuki says, catching your horrified expression. "This will be fun."

[mintartem]

Can't we ask something just wholesome and neutral for once?! I swear people love angst way too much!

Guitarhero but Eden trio care, they are neutral towards Michael and Adam's relationship and are a bit glad Adam has someone even if that someone it's Lucifer's twin, they just sends their regards and that's the end of it. No drama no mocking just a neutral regard

While I do love angst, I agree with anon here. We should have something wholesome too!

This has been in my drafts and it’s an old ask.

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Eve took a deep breath to calm herself down. It’s been years since she saw Adam. The last time she saw him, they were on Earth, alive and breathing. When she died, she ended up in Hell and has been there ever since. She wouldn’t have known Adam ended up in Heaven if it weren’t for one of her children that ended up down there.

She felt a glove covered hand gently hold her shoulder. She glanced behind her to see Lilith giving her a warm smile.

“Don’t worry, we’re with you. However he’ll react, we will be there” Lilith assured her. She knew Eve is nervous about how Adam will react to seeing her. She’s currently in a polyamorous relationship with his ex-best friend and ex-wife. Eve thinks, no, she knows Adam will react terribly.

The doors of the Heaven embassy opened revealing a massive empty lobby. They went to the desk and rang the bell. A golden paper appeared before them with Heaven Embassy written on it. Lucifer grabbed the quill first and signed his name with Eve and Lilith following suit.

“Creepy…” Eve mumbled to herself.

Another door magically opened with light coming out of it.

“That must be our meeting room. Ladies first” Lucifer said with a bow. Eve shook her head with a smile while Lilith giggled.

The three of them walked in the room to see a massive round chair with two chairs on one side while one chair on the other. On said chair, an angel about the same height as Lilith sat with big golden wings and a very bright halo. The angel has brown hair, golden eyes, and a very familiar looking face.

“Adam” said Eve in awe. Her love for her ex-husband may not have been the same as before. But she did still loved him.

At the mention of his name, the angel who was looking at the scroll on his hands looked up in surprise.

“Eve?”

Adam was shocked to see his ex-wife there. He was expecting only Lucifer and Lilith to meet with him. He knew Eve ended up in Hell but he always assumed that she would want nothing to do with him after he heard the news that she got together with the king and queen of hell. The thought stung but she is someone he truly cares about.

Silence and awkwardness filled the room. Lucifer and Lilith felt out of place as the former lovers stare at each other in surprise, speechless. Lucifer broke it by clearing his throat. Adam snapped out of his trance first.

“Ah right. Have a seat” said Adam gesturing to the two chairs. Lucifer pulled one of the chairs for Lilith and pulled the other for Eve. Eve shook her head.

“Right… Umm… I didn’t expect you to join Eve. Here.” With a snap of Adam’s fingers, from the ground sprouted golden light like a plant and it shaped itself into a chair.

“Thank you.” Eve replied awkwardly. She sat on the chair and was surprised to find how soft it was. It appeared to be solid but it’s as soft as their own plush sofas at the palace.

For a minute, Adam just twiddled his fingers not really looking at them, well not at Eve. And Eve is doing the same. They both avoided eye contact with each other. Lucifer and Lilith felt like they were intruding on something if they speak.

“How are you?” Both Adam and eve said at the same time making them both gasp.

“I’m fine. Thanks.” They replied at the same time again.

“How’s our children?” Again.

“Doing well!” Again.

“….. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” they both said at the same time. Adam chuckled while Eve giggled. The tension in the air lessened and even gained a sense of familiarity. The king and queen of Hell can’t help but smile at their interaction.

“You first.” Adam gestured at Eve. “Hey, Adam! How’s Heaven treating you?” Eve asked. She knows its a terrible conversation starter but it’s still a starter nonetheless.

“Oh! Well… I’m doing great. Heaven’s treating me well. I hope Hell is doing the same to you” Adam replied.

“It’s fine! I’m fine down here. Lucifer and Lilith are treating me well” Eve said shyly, tucking a stray hair.

“That’s good! That’s good to hear.” replied Adam. The first man started twiddling his thumbs as the room atmosphere started feeling awkward.

Lilith cleared her throat gaining the attention of first man and the second woman.

“May we start the meeting?” She asked. Adam looked annoyed but nodded anyways.

The topic they’ve discussed was about Hell’s sinners and the royal family. Heaven wanted to inform the Royals of Hell that the sinners are acting up and even started threatening the Heaven Embassy, fuelled by their queen’s songs.

Lilith assured them that she did not want the sinners to rise up against Heaven at all, but wanted to lift their spirits up. She promised that they will keep an eye on their subjects more and ensure that such incidents will never happen again.

Heaven also addressed the concerning population growth of Hell. Lucifer promised that he will look into it and find a solution.

“Good. Heaven actually considered one of my ideas as a ‘last resort.’ Honestly, I only said that stupid idea so Sera would leave me the fuck alone.” said the first man with an annoyed tone.

“What was your idea?” asked the Devil.

“Exterminate the sinners.” Adam replied.

“Adam!” Eve exclaimed. “These are our children! Our descendants!”

“I know! Fuck! I know.” Adam said while holding his forehead in frustration. “If you can keep your people in check, Heaven wouldn’t have to interfere. Don’t worry, Eve. I’ll make sure Heaven won’t go through with it.”

This made the mother of humanity sigh in relief. If there’s one thing she knows about Adam, it’s that he would never lie.

A metallic glint caught the mother of humanity’s attention. There on Adam’s ring finger lies the gleaming ring, an engagement ring. Her eyes widen is surprised before a wide grin appeared on her face. She squealed in delight surprising everyone in the room.

“Adam! I didn’t know you’re engaged! Who is it? Who is it?” Eve asked excitedly.

Adam was taken aback. He forgot that he was wearing his engagement ring. He glanced at his left hand and sure enough, his ring gleamed at the heavenly light as if trying to gain attention.

Lilith also leaned forward with obvious curiosity on her face. He suppose that just like him, that sense of curiosity never left her. In fact, it never left the three first humans.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” The first woman muttered.

“I know! So who is it, Adam? Who is the lucky soul you’re engaged too?” Eve asked excitedly.

Adam felt his eye twitch and his face warm up. While everyone in Heaven know who he is engaged to and even celebrated it, he doesn’t understand why he felt bashful now!

“It’s fucking Michael, okay?!” Adam exclaimed, face flushed.

Lilith’s eyes widen in surprise. Eve’s eyes were wide open staring at Adam with genuine happiness for him. A glance at Lucifer told him that the guy was shocked at the news. Adam knows that it’s not because he’s engaged to Michael, but the fact that Michael actually got engaged at all.

“I’m so happy for you!” Eve said with genuine happiness for her best friend. She leapt across her seat to the other side of the table to give Adam a hug, something that the first man happily reciprocated.

“I didn’t expect Michael of all angels to get engaged” he heard Lucifer mutter.

“Congratulations, Adam.” Lilith said getting over her surprise. “And I’m happy you get to marry someone whom you truly love and want to spend eternity with.” It was said with genuine happiness for Adam.

Adam felt a small smile creep on his face. “Yeah… i am really happy with him.”

A ding of a clock had brought them back out of their trance. Eve got back to her seat, clearly wanting to talk more.

“Ah, look at the time! I know we’re all busy with responsibilities and shit so we’ll end this meeting here.” Adam said with a shrug.

They all stood up and arranged the chairs, pushing it close to the table. The chair Eve sat at faded like light.

“Well” the first man shrugged his shoulders. “Meeting adjourned. See you all next year or if you make an appointment this year.”

“It was nice seeing you, Adam!” Eve said happily. Lilith nodded in agreement. Both women walked out of the room and to the lobby of the embassy.

The first man turned to head to the heavenly portal.

“Adam.”

The angel stopped in his tracks to look at the Devil. Lucifer looked serious, but he doesn’t look angry at least.

“Don’t hurt my brother” he warned.

Adam chuckled and said: “We both know that he could literally beat me to a bloody pulp.”

“I’m serious.”

Adam nodded in understanding and glanced at his ring. His cheeks felt warm once again.

“I won’t.” From the corner of his eye, he saw the Devil relax.

“You better take care of Eve, too. If I hear that someone hurt her, I swear I’ll come down here myself and bring the fucking heavenly judgment on them.” Adam said.

“And I’ll gladly join you” Lucifer added with a smirk.

Adam gave Lucifer a long look, before rolling his eyes and heading to the portal. Lucifer chuckled and whistled while twirling his cane to follow his beloved queens.

[cherry-romper]

Z. Jaeger - Starved

Warnings: MDNI, Zeke is touch starved.

Contains: GN!reader, Fluff, mild kissing session

“Come, walk with me.” Zeke’s tone was inviting, yet it left no room for refusal. 

You had been reading a book on the couch in his office, wrapped in the blanket your mother had knitted for you. It was already dark outside, so you’d been winding down, maybe tonight would be the night you’d sleep through. The two of you had been sat in the comfortable silence, him doing his paperwork and you reading, for the past two hours, only moving to turn on the lamp when the sun dipped too low.  

You looked over to where he was stood, folding away his papers. “Where will we go?” you queried. This time of night wasn’t safe for the two of you to go walking around, given your blood affiliation. 

“To talk,” he stated plainly, answering without answering. He knew that’s not what you asked, but if he was being honest, he wanted it to be surprise. He emerged from behind his desk and sauntered his way over too you, carrying himself with confidence. He held out a hand for you to take, helping you up from the sofa. 

Confused but curious, you allowed him to lead you outside. The cool night air chilled you too your core, shivering as the winds icy gusts kissed your skin. Zeke handed you your coat, you hadn’t even noticed he’d picked it up. Whispering a thank you his way you slipped it on, relieved to have some of the chill blocked. Zeke guided his own onto himself at the same time you did.

Zeke wasn’t one to burden others with his woes, he much preferred doing something to occupy his mind. Though with the amount of time you’d spent in his company, his mannerisms had become easier to read. You noticed his apprehension and stared up at him. You didn’t vocalise your concerns, you didn’t need too, when Zeke’s eyes met your own, he knew the question on your mind. 

“I’m fine, Y/N. Promise.” He sealed his promise with a smile, gesturing with his head for you to follow him.

You stepped in pace with him, keeping as close as possible, looking over your shoulder every few minutes. The streets were dark and dreary, the gravel under your boots crunched uncomfortably loud. A feeling of unease had settled over you, with no explanation in sight and Zeke continuing on, you couldn’t help but stumble every now and again. These streets had eyes and the shadows whispered with the things they had done to people like you. Though you were a solider, you could never quite get used to the anxiety the roads of Marley gave you. 

“Zeke, please wait,” your pleas fell on deaf ears. He marched forward, seeming to ignore you. Irked at his ignorance, you jogged to catch up with him. “Zeke, will you please tell me where we are going”.

Once again, silence. Only this time he gave you a reassuring glance over his shoulder. So, he can hear me, you thought. You trudged on; annoyance written across your face. Soon, you came to the end of the buildings, and the two of you now stood at the opening to the forest. You eyed Zeke, cocking a brow. He chuckled sweetly, “Do you trust me?”

“Do I have a choice?” 

“You always have a choice, my dear,” the moonlight reflected off his glasses as he once again held out his hand for you to take. Wherever he was leading you, whatever his plan was, you knew he would never hurt you or let you be hurt. So, you took his hand and let him lead you up into the forest. 

The low light made it hard to navigate where you were going but Zeke never let go of your hand. The odd “watch your step,” and “just a little further” were muttered from him, other than that you traversed the woodlands in silence.

After a while, you came to a clearing. A fairy ring lay in the centre, surrounded by small, sweet flowers. The trees split at just the right angle that beams from the moon shone directly into the centre of the circle. It was a beautiful sight, one that put you at ease right away. 

A candied smile worked its way across your face. This is what he wanted to show me? 

As you watched on at the ring of mushrooms, you felt his arm slip around your waist, pulling you into his side. Zeke was never big on Physical contact, said it wasn’t a good idea for the two of you to get close like that, so the touch surprised you. “I wanted to talk to you,” Zeke started, “about us.” 

No. He wouldn’t. You couldn’t help the worried that flooded your nerves. He wouldn’t bring me up here to break my heart, would he? 

He felt you tense, “don’t panic, its nothing bad. I just wanted to run something by you, and I didn’t want to be interrupted, so I brought you here,” he explained, finally.  “I come here to clear my head some days,” leading you again, he sat you down in the centre of the fairy circle. “Look,” using his hands to guide your head, through a small gap in the trees, a view of the moonlit harbour awaited you. The moonbeams danced along the sea, as though they were waving to you. A small gasp broke from your lips, it had never looked so peaceful. 

His arms wrapped around your waist as he positioned himself behind you, pulling you in so your back reclined into his chest. His head rested on top of your own, a relaxed sign escaping him. “You look so beautiful in the moonlight.”

His words caught you off guard, combined with his touch, Zeke had never been so romantic. A blush swept across your face, “Zeke…” you breathed.

“I’m sorry,” he began, words ringing with sorrow. “I have been distant. I fear I have neglected you and your needs because of my reservations.” You didn’t speak, just listened to his confession. “I’m sure you won’t admit it, but I can see by the way you linger when we say goodbye and how you can’t focus when I look at you, you’re unhappy with how little physical touch we have.”

He wasn’t wrong. You longed to be held by him, but Zeke had said, before the two of you even become involved with each other, that he wasn’t going to be able to fulfil those needs. It became obvious why after a few weeks of being together, he was scared he wouldn’t be able to hold back. As silly as it sounded, he was adamant that if the two of you were to get too close, his plan for euthanasia would go out the window. So, he denied himself any kind of touch that could lead to something more. 

“It’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologise,” you shifted to face him slightly, your hand moving to caress his arm. The close proximity wasn’t something you were used too, the heat from your bodies forced a flush across your cheeks. 

“I disagree. You mean more to me than I ever thought anyone ever could. You bring me peace of mind; you make me hope. I didn’t think I had any hope left in me. Thank you, for bringing it back to me. You are what I fight for now. You and your future.” Zeke’s hand came to rest on your cheek, his other brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Our future, Zeke. I’m not going anywhere without you,” you reminded. Zeke replied with a sad smile, glimmer of sadness in his eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was soft, hesitant even. Your stomach flipped around inside of you, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, nodding your head in agreement.

Slowly, he lowered his head down to you, his forehead resting on your own, your noses brushing together. His breath hitched in his throat as the hand that caressed your cheek slipped to the back of your head, pulling you in gently. His lips brushed yours, softly, delicately, like the kiss might hurt you. He inhaled your breath, soaking in the warmth of your skin. 

You kissed him like you wanted to be kissed, deeply, with a passion only he could satiate. Soft and breathy, not wanted to scare him away by going too fast, your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. Heat rose in your cheeks as you felt him press even closer to you, his free hand gripping at your waist. The kiss developed into a chorus of breathy moans and a carnal hunger. 

His lips mashed with your own, his hands grasping at you as if you were fading away. You kissed back fiercely, your mouth opening, tongue pleading for entry to the moist space within. He reciprocated, parting his mouth to allow you in. Though your tongues danced together, there was no competition for domination, only a need for union and a closeness the two of you desperately needed.

You worked you mouth against his, the bristles of his beard scratching your face as you manoeuvred your lips together. Your hands snaked their way into his hair, clutching the back of his head, pulling his face deeper into your own. He took this as an invitation to push you, gently, to the ground. His body trapping your own below him, you wrapped your legs around his torso, locking him in place, scared he might escape. 

To him, you tasted like heaven, he couldn’t get enough. You were like nectar to him, his own personal ambrosia. He needed more of you. He needed all of you. Alas, he couldn’t.

Pulling away from you suddenly, the absence of warmth caused you to groan. You both lay there in the pasture, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath. Moisture coated your lips, as a smile grew slowly across your face. You stared deeply into his eyes; you could have sworn your saw the embers of his soul. You let out a giggle, amused at the state the two of you had got into. He chuckled back, looking down at your bodies tangled together. 

Your arms still hung over his neck, holding him there, not ready for the touch to end. He brushed the hair out of your face once more, “the things you do to me, Y/N”. 

Despite the way you two had been only moments before, you couldn’t help but blush slightly. A hand moved to his face, your thumb rubbing his cheek lovingly. He melted into the touch, bringing his hand up to cup yours, kissing your palm. “I love you, Y/N. Please, allow me to make up for my mistakes,” Zeke looked longingly into your eyes. 

Planting a small peck on his lips, you nodded, pushing your foreheads together, “I love you too, you silly man.”

[lululandd]

antics; (iii.)

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, comedy, i put roach in specgru

note: thankyou jagga for the prank idea :3 (also on AO3)

summary: simon pranks reader back (again) + everyone else

part i. | part ii. | part iii.

His ‘actual’ revenge came weeks later when he showed up at your door with groceries in his arms.

He walks in like he owns the place, Meese following him excitedly and impatiently plopping down, showing his belly near his feet every few steps he walks into your home.

Putting down his groceries on the counter next to the fridge, he excitedly rummaged in it, “These were on sale.” He triumphantly showed you a can of wet food.

You recognise them as the expensive kind with real chunks of meat and fancy oils and added vitamins that you only buy for Meese on his little kitty birthday.

Simon waved the little can around tantalisingly, making Meese’s eyes go all large and round and shiny. The little fella’s tail shot up and he swished it about, anticipating whatever he thought it was.

“Can I give this to him now?” He politely asks, looking at you expectantly.

Glancing at the clock, you see it’s only fifteen minutes away from his normal feeding time, so you guess why not. “Sure, go ahead.” You walk over to pick up Meese’s bowl and rinse it with water before drying it and putting it on the counter by him.

Knowing what his bowl being taken away usually means, Meese glued himself onto Simon’s legs and rubbed his head on his calf lovingly. Little traitor.

He looked down at him and smiled before setting his eyes on the can and popping it open. He promptly scrunched his nose. “Smells rank. Like old beef and mouldy beans.”

You held your laugh, “Well I don’t usually put my face that close to cat food.”

“You sure this is good for them?” He turned towards you fully, his nose wrinkling as he took another good solid whiff at it. His eyes are gonna water if he keeps being that close to the open can.

Nodding, you push Meese’s bowl closer towards him so he doesn’t have to smell it any longer. You grabbed a spoon off the dishrack and handed it to him.

He scoops a little dollop of wet cat food, and to your utmost horror he puts it in his mouth and starts chewing.

Gasping and grabbing whatever you can of him, you scrambled to stop him from chewing and swallowing. “Simon what in christ FUCK are you fuckING DOING???”

At this point Meese had backed off of you two and stared from a safe distance.

The man had the audacity to look wholly unbothered at the situation. “What? gotta make sure it tastes allright before I give it to the cat.” he shrugged you off, “Did the same thing with the salmon.”

“Yeah but that’s salmon the fish, this is catfood the cat…food!!”

He burst into laughter, coughing midway as he choked on his own spit. As he walked away to grab a glass of water, you peered into the can with a chunk missing.

Why is it pinkish white instead of shit brown like usua—

You leaned closer to the open can to confirm your suspicions, “Simon…you did fucking not just eat canned chicken straight from the bloody fucking can for a prank.”

The man choked mid sip, spitting the water back into the glass, with some dribbling down his chin.

Oh this man will be the death of you. 

His fit of laughter started again, placing a hand on the kitchen table before collapsing on a chair, hunched over with his hands on his stomach.

Thirty minutes and a full Meese later, Simon still giggles to himself from time to time as he sits on your sofa with your traitor of a cat purring up a storm on his lap. It’s a little scary how small Meese looks compared to him.

“Shoulda seen your face.” He smugly told you as he giggled to himself again.

Before the whole Meese ordeal, you’ve known Simon as the scary neighbour that doesn’t talk to anyone and everyone is scared of. But now here he is, comfortably lounging on your sofa while your cat lounges on him. You glance up from your phone from time to time to see the cosy scene, making you smile in return. It’s now hard to imagine he’s the same grumpy neighbour that you used to worry about.

You know nothing about this man; you don’t know what’s going on in his other aspects of life, you don’t even know where he works, but you know with certainty that you want him to smile and laugh as often as he can. And with this back and forth on the pranking, you think you know how to make that happen.

“Where are you going?” He called out as soon as you stood up.

You turned your head in confusion, “I’m… getting my laptop.”

“Okay.”

Grabbing your laptop and mouse from your study, you get to work immediately. Meese, seeing a better source for warmth, moves from Simon’s lap and twists his way onto the bottom of your laptop. Your phone lights up with a message sometime later, and seeing who it's from makes you look up at the man sitting in front of you, who’s currently busy scrolling on his own phone.

Opening the message, it was a picture of you working with Meese’s unhinged, pulled back face showing up on the space underneath the laptop and in between your crossed legs. When you looked up at him he was already looking at you, making you smile in the process. 

“Hope you didn’t mind the pic.”

You shook your head, and closed your laptop in a hurry when he stood and walked over.

He recoiled a bit at your action, but paid no mind and excused himself because he had to go back to his own place. Meese tried so hard to make him stay but in the end the man has his own space and can’t hang out at your place all the time.

Finishing your little project that night, you went to the printing place two blocks away the next day to make your vision a reality. It came out better than expected, looking official and all that shit.

You almost ran back to his place, the cheshire grin apparent on your features the whole way. He opened the door almost immediately after the first knock, which adds to your excitement.

Eyeing your arms, and the floor, he seems to be looking for Meese, which you don’t blame. His whole interaction with you revolved around him since the beginning. His eyes narrow as his lips purse.

Raising your arms in mock surrender, you assure him you’re not here to pull a prank right now. “I wanna show you something.”

“Sure.” He answered as he still looked around suspiciously, “Out there on in here?”

You peered into his place, and he took it as an answer, moving away from the door to make space for you. His corner flat feels comically small for a man of his stature and size. Not realising it yet but your subconscious noted the lack of decoration and colour in his living space. Carefully fishing the freshly printed stickers from inside your bag, you handed it to him.

He stared at the warm sheet in his hand, six rectangular stickers with a silhouette of a person’s side profile and a sideways Wi-Fi symbol coming out of their mouth with the words “Voice Activated” written underneath it. Another half dozen stickers below it have two hands on them, saying “Clap Activated”. He looked at you in half confusion and understanding.

Your smile broadened, “They’re for your co-workers. You can put them on coffee machines or faucets or the printer or whatever appliance you have at work.”

He ran his hand over his face, a dark chuckle emerging from the back of his throat. “This could get me fired.”

Hearing his words, your smile faded a little bit.

Looking up from the stickers, his smile broadened. “I love it.”

—

Ghost knows he shouldn’t be feeling this giddy for such a silly little prank that his neighbour suggested but he couldn’t help it. His cold and stoic demeanour had been chipped away little by little by that stupid little cat of hers, and in tandem, the woman herself. It bled into his work persona, his mind wanders back home more often than he should.

He saw Soap walk into the break room, reflexively making him try to look more relaxed and less suspicious; whatever that means.

The Scot tilted his head at the coffee maker he knew he'd seen before—he should, he just switched coffee machines with the other break room across the base—but with the words “Voice Activated” now stuck on it.

He looked around and at this point everyone in the breakroom was in on the joke, since some of them had fallen for it or they witnessed the chaos, and now stayed to see who’d be the next victim. 

“The fuck am a supposed ta say tae the damn thing?” He said loudly as he puts a cup underneath. “Start?”

Everyone tries so hard to keep their composure but some have already started giggling and Simon wants to strangle them. Keep it down. This is Soap. This is gonna get stupid any second now. Don’t blow it.

“Aw come oan. Coffee? Go?” He turned around at some sargeants, “Aye lads what tae fuck didja say to it to make it go?”

The closest sergeant to him showed her drink to him, “I made tea, dunno.”

He turned his attention to the damn machine again, “Turn oan.” He commanded, and as he was looking for a button to push, Gaz came into the picture.

Yes.

“What’s going on, Soap?” He greeted, picking up a cup and reaching for a tea bag.

Soap pointed at the Voice Activated sticker and Gaz surreptitiously turned his head around to look for someone, and when he saw him, he smirked. “Maybe we need to say it louder?”

Ghost thanks his double mask because he’s mad grinning right now. It’s a shame Gaz gets paired with Price so often, because he knows they would get along so well. Maybe better than him and Johnny, if he may be crass. He swears it’s like Gaz can read his mind sometimes.

“START!” At this point Soap is just one octave away from actually screaming his lungs out and the soldiers in the break room have lost their composure and started laughing at him, he and Gaz included.

Leaving the break room was his only option right now, as Soap had started trudging towards him, hot coffee in hand. As he power walked out, laughter barely hidden, he wished you were here to see all this unfold.

The opportunity came a whole week later, when he learned of SpecGru and KorTac’s practise match. Roach was with him this time, since it was he that told him about the practise match and it was him that talked him out of pranking their captain and doing it to KorTac operators instead. He placed the Clap Activated sticker in KorTac’s break room, taping over the light switch with duct tape.

Poor König was the one to enter the breakroom first, marvelling at the sign and then up at the lamp fixture before clapping.

The gloved clap produced a pathetic muffled sound, which the Austrian realised wouldn't be loud enough to be picked up by the sensors. The rest of his teammates walked in—first Horangi, followed by Graves, Nikto, and Mace—as he took his gloves off.

“Watcha doin’ big guy?” Graves walked closer, putting his hand out to hold König’s gloves.

The bigger man refused, instead squishing the gloves between his torso and his elbow. “Clap lights.” He answered as he clapped twice.

The light stayed off.

Graves joined in, stuffing his gloves in his back pocket. “Damn these are shitty lights. Built one in middle school for a project, they were so sensitive, any loud noise could activate them.”

Mace spoke up, “Did it turn on and off when you fuck?”

They all stared at him, “I was thirteen, man, what the hell. It did trigger when i slammed doors tho.”

Ghost doesn’t think he’s had this much fun since he joined the 141. The simpleness of the prank, the harmlessness of the whole ordeal. It didn’t escape his mind that a bunch of soldiers are the perfect people to use such pranks on. If they were office workers, they would not be so hands on, Graves would’ve given up the second his clap didn’t activate the lights and called the janitor or the building’s management. But here? as a soldier? He made König grab a chair to make sure the bulb isn’t loose before clapping again.

Everyone else had joined in, taking their gloves off, barking out orders, brainstorming ideas, all whilst clapping in-between, as Ghost and Roach tried their hardest to not make any sound during the whole ordeal. It all eventually went to moot when the lights turned on seemingly all by itself and Roach gasped in surprise, showing their position with his phone camera pointing right at them. They were too focused on Graves and König to realise Horangi had peeled the tape off the switch and manually turned it on.

They don’t know it yet, but this would be the start of the prank war between SpecGru and KorTac.

—

When you see Simon a couple of weeks later, he uncharacteristically shows you his phone when you were chilling together in his apartment—with Meese sniffing around his place, checking out his new cat scratcher—accompanied by tea and cookies.

“Don’t swipe.” He warned as he handed you his phone.

It’s an older model phone, you don’t recognise which, but from the cracked screen protector, yellowing case, and warmth of the phone, you would guess it was a couple years old by now. “Will I see dick, or..?” You teased as you looked up at him.

He didn’t answer, so you focused on the phone in your hand. you can tell it’s smaller than your phone, which is funny. The screen shows a paused video of what looks to be a darkened empty room.

“Got one of the pranks on camera.” He said as you looked at him before pressing play.

You looked at the edge of the phone where the duration of the video sits, and yelled at him, “The video is HOW long?????”

[edosianorchids901]

Oasis

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "spill the tea"

The pounding in Crowley’s head worsened as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. He hissed, ducking his head, and snaked to the window. Without looking up, he fumbled with the curtains and pulled them closed.

That cut down on the sunlight. Good start, that. But there was still too much light just from… the light.

Wow. It was hard to think. He covered his eyes with one hand and groaned.

Sunglasses. That was it. He needed his sunglasses.

He filled the kettle and flipped it on, then crept into the living room and grabbed his sunglasses from beside the sofa. The main light was off in here, but even the glow from behind the curtains hurt.

“Okay. Okay.” He slipped his sunglasses on and forced himself back into the kitchen. “Make tea. Just make tea. Then go back to bed.”

He fumbled with the loose leaf tea, hand shaking as he opened the paper back. He scooped up some and dumped the dried leaves in one infuser, then put the infuser in Aziraphale’s mug. Aziraphale was picky about loose leaf. Said it was better.

Crowley didn’t care enough about taste much, at least not for himself. He stared at his trembling hands and sighed. It was a minor miracle he hadn’t dumped tea all over the floor while prepping the first cup. Not worth the risk to try again.

He grabbed a tea bag from the cupboard and dropped it in his cup, then poured the water. Woozy, he reached for the bag of loose leaf tea, meaning to put it away.

He missed, smacking into the side of it instead of picking it up. The bag wobbled for a second, then flopped over and spilled dried tea all over the counter.

Crowley stared at the mess. Then, without bothering to clean it up or do anything with the steeping tea, he turned away and went back to the bedroom.

There, he crumpled into bed and just laid there. He didn’t even bother pulling the blankets to cover himself.

It wasn’t worth the effort. Not when his head hurt this much, and not when he felt this sick.

Maybe he’d sleep. He liked sleep. Sleep was one of the great pleasures of the world.

His head hurt too much for sleep. He just laid there.

Eventually, footsteps pattered into the bedroom. “Crowley? I thought you said you were going to make tea.”

“Did I?” He didn’t actually remember saying that. But his memory always got a bit sketchy when he hurt this much. “Sorry.”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Ngh.”

“I thought perhaps you’d gotten distracted by the garden, but I glanced in here on my way past.” Aziraphale patted him on the back. “Are you all right, dear chap?”

“Do I look all right?”

“No, I can’t say that you do.”

Crowley turned just enough to glare at his angel’s bemused expression. “That’s cos I’m not.”

“No, I didn’t think you were.” Gently, Aziraphale patted him again. “Migraine?”

“Hrgk.”

“Why don’t I go make tea for us both? You could likely use a cup.”

“Er. Er.” Sheepish, Crowley closed his eyes and sank back against the pillows. The position mashed his sunglasses into his face. “I spilled the tea. And I don’t just mean I spread gossip. I mean, I did that too, stirred up all kinds of chaos at the last neighborhood meeting, but I’m talking about literal tea this time.”

Aziraphale was dead silent for a solid minute. Then he said, “Why would you be gossiping? For that matter, who would you be gossiping with when we’re home alone? The butterflies?”

“Nh. Butterflies don’t have a good enough attention span. Ducks are better for gossip.”

Another stretch of silence, then “I do love you, you know. But I’m afraid I find you intensely confusing at times.”

“Thanks.”

“It wasn’t exactly intended to be a compliment, you baffling old serpent.”

“Mm.” Crowley laid there, heartbeat pounding in his temples and behind his eyes. Would be nice if he could sleep. “I said, I wasn’t gossiping. Figure of speech. But I spilled the actual tea in the sink.”

“Oh dear.” Aziraphale sighed and took his hand, squeezing gently. “You are awfully shaky. I presume that was related?”

“Yeh.” After a brief blurry tangle of thoughts, Crowley remembered something. “Right. Right. I did start making tea, before that happened. Forgot it.”

“Ah. I presume that’s rather over-steeped now?”

“Yh.”

“Well, not to worry. I can remedy that with a quick miracle.” Power hummed through the air, and then Aziraphale sat down beside him. “There. I’ve summoned our tea and also insisted that it be perfectly steeped.”

“Thanks.” At least that made the day slightly better. It was already bloody awful enough without crying over spilt tea. “Maybe you can, uh. Uh. Uh.”

“I can certainly help you sit up,” Aziraphale said kindly. He did do, easing Crowley to lean back against the pillows. “And I can help you drink your tea, too.”

He helped Crowley take a sip. Crowley frowned at the mug. “Angel.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s your mug. Not mine.”

“Oh, I know.” Aziraphale beamed at him. “But this one with made with loose leaf, and that’s really so much better. I wanted you to have it, since you’re having such a difficult day.”

The consideration sent a rush of affection through Crowley, and he smiled as he curled against Aziraphale’s side. Today had gotten off to a bad start, but it would get better now that he wasn’t wallowing alone.

[chestcongestion]

Demon-to-Demon Ch.3/5: Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings: Contagion and mess (a lot more mess this time)

Word count: 3,763

Chapter 3 is finally finished! Two more to go (at least). I love the idea of Al/ast/or losing his inhibitions when he's feverish, I just think it'd be neat, so that's explored a bit in this chapter. This is kind of a chill interlude in between the "plot", I'm excited because next chapter I get to write Ro/sie... anyways, I hope you enjoy! ^^

“SnFf! Good Mbordi’g Pentagramb City- SnFF!- I’b Katie Killjoyy-Yiihh’Shewww! Ih’kshew!... bringi’g you your day seven update on what experts are calli’g ‘The Red Spread’... the mbysterious viral infectio’d has infected about 78% of the city, with no sign of stoppi’g… more on the spread when we return!” 

“Can’t believe they’re still mbakin’ Killjoy work while she’s sick- snff!” Angel remarked from his spot on the sofa, massaging his sinuses with his fingertips. 

“I can’t believe that more than three quarters of the Pentagram have got whatever the hell this is,” Husk added, scrubbing the underside of his nose with the back of his hand. 

“Do we hafta watch the news every morning?” Niffty groaned from her nest of blankets on the floor in front of the sofa, “They’re showing a five hour marathon of beheading footage in thirty minutes.” 

Husk rolled his eyes, “You kndow the rules- snff- we cast a vote every time we flip channels, you want the executioner network to win, you gotta make a solid argument,” he explained from his position draped across Angel’s lap, his eyes irritated and watery from the congestion packed into his head with noplace to go. 

“That’s no fair, Alastor’s vote shouldn’t count, he doesn’t even know what’s going on!” Niffty argued, folding her arms. 

“He does- HrR’SCHOOO!... Fuck!- He does, watch,” Husk argued back, snapping his fingers to get Alastor’s attention from his dazed position in his armchair, “Alastor…Earth to Alastor!” 

Alastor redirected a glassy eye in Husk’s direction, feverish blotches on both of his cheeks, “Hmm?” he asked, rubbing his nose with his handkerchief. 

“Next flip, what’re you voting for?” Husk asked, smiling as he watched Alastor thinking in real time, the metaphorical cogs in his head overheated and sticky. 

Alastor sniffled, staring at Husk for a moment, “Uhb… snfF!...He-eh’KSHIEW! Hhn’Kxxhht!... what were we talki’g about again?” he asked, blowing his nose. 

“We’re changin’ the channel, Smiles, whadda you wanna watch?” Angel asked, pulling a thermometer off of the arm of the sofa and sliding it under his tongue. 

Alastor blinked, “Ndature documentaries,” he giggled deliriously, scrubbing under his nostrils with a single finger in an attempt to snuff out a tickle in his sinuses that was threatening to morph into a sneezing fit, “The really gruesombe ondes- snrk!” 

“See? He’s-” Husk paused to cough, “-perfectly conscious, isn’t that right, Alastor?” he asked. 

“What’s right?” Alastor asked, blowing his nose again, “Ehhh’TShewww! Heh’KSHEW! Heh’tschiewww! Hh’Ktshhiew!” 

“Don’t worry about it,”  Husk laughed, his laugh quickly turning into a harsh, raspy cough, “Fuck, that hurts.” 

Angel reached over, rubbing Husk’s chest and attempting to quell the rumble of congestion in his lungs with a few pats, “Mmph,” he hummed in consolation, pulling the thermometer out when it began to beep. 

“Thanks,” Husk replied breathlessly, attempting to shoot a glance at the thermometer, “What’s the verdict?” 

Angel sighed, massaging his temples, “I’ve stih…h-hihh…Ih-A’KSHHHEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KSCHUHHH!” he said, nearly folding in half from his sneezing fit, “Still got a fever… damn thi’g won’t budge… 102.” 

Husk sighed, “Damn shame… mby turn, hand it over,” he said, taking the thermometer and sliding it under his tongue, purring as he patiently waited for it to beep, “102.” 

“My turn! My turn!” Niffty exclaimed from her nest of blankets, getting a hold of the thermometer and holding it under her tongue, squinting at the reading on the small screen with her eye, “101.” 

“Space Cadet, wakey-wakey- snff!- your turn to check your temperature,” Angel croaked from his spot on the sofa, flicking a bottle cap at Alastor to snap him out of his febrile trance. 

“Hmm? Wha? Oh…” Alastor mumbled, wincing as he placed the ear thermometer into his left ear, shooting a quick glance at the viewing window after it beeped, “103 and- snff!...hH’KZzschiewww!- seven tenths.” 

Angel and Husk shot one another a knowing look, but shortly after, Angel hugged Husk tightly, shivering in his loose tank top and baggy pajama shorts. 

“I’mb so fucking cold… dammit…” Angel whispered, his teeth chattering as he nuzzled up close to Husk, “You’re such a good radiator, but I’mb still freezi’g…Snfff-snff!” 

“That’s cause you aren’t actually cold,” Husk replied, feeling the heat radiating from Angel’s body, “It’s just the fever.” 

“This is bullshit,” Angel complained, folding his arms before going back to cuddling Husk, flipping channels until a boring rerun of a reality TV show came on. 

“Hi guys,” Charlie greeted upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Vaggie following close behind with KeeKee in her arms, “Feeling any better?” 

Angel blew his “nose” into a tissue, tossing the soggy paper into the trash can next to the sofa, “Nope,” he replied, massaging his sinuses with his fingertips, “Huhh…H-hah…Ah… AH’TSHHHIEWW! Ah’kShewww! HAH’KSCHIEWWW!” 

Husk and Niffty shook their heads in silence. 

Alastor rubbed his eyes with both fists, before blinking drowsily in Charlie’s direction and greeting her with an eager wave, giggling, “When I hold mby hand in front of you, you disappear,” he chuckled, turning to smother a barking cough into his sleeve. 

Charlie winced, shooting Husk a knowing look, “Fever?” 

“Fever,” Husk replied. 

“It’s kickin’ his ass, watch this,” Angel said, struggling to contain his hoarse laughter, “Alastor, shut your eyes.” 

Alastor complied. 

“What color are your pants?” Angel asked, watching Alastor tilt his head down to look at his maroon flannel pajama pants, but still holding his eyes shut.  

“Black?” Alastor replied, feeling around in his man-made darkness for his pajama pants, “Black.” 

“Oh my gosh,” Charlie chuckled, gently scratching behind Alastor’s ears, “Open your eyes, Alastor.” 

Alastor complied, swaying in his armchair until he saw KeeKee strolling past, scooping her into his arms and nuzzling his face against her soft fur, “So soft,” he whispered. 

“Honestly, I’d say to stop toying with Alastor while he’s delirious, but being able to fuck with one of the Pentagram’s cruelest overlords with no consequences is kinda sweet,” Vaggie said, trying not to laugh as she walked over to Alastor’s armchair and poked his nose. 

“Hh’Kzzhshttt! HH’KShheww! HH’KSHHHEW! Hnk’TSHHIEW!...Hh’KSzxhhtt!” Alastor held up a hand in front of his nose and mouth, nearly paralyzed by the sudden fit, his eyes beginning to water, “Snfff! Snff-SNFF! Uch…” 

Vaggie struggled to contain her amusement until Alastor loudly blew his nose into his handkerchief, the wetness of the sound making her wince from disgust, “That’s so gross…” she whispered. 

Alastor brushed off Vaggie’s comment with the flick of a stuffy ear, readjusting himself in his seat and pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders, “Well excuse mbe,” he scoffed, pinching the friction-reddened underside of his nose between two fingers in an attempt to stifle a second sneezing fit, “Hh’ktshh! Hhn’ktsh! Hh’kzhht! HHN’kshh!” 

“Bless you,” Charlie said, “Hopefully you guys will start feeling better soon, this thing can’t last that long.” 

“I hope so,” Husk sighed, “I mbiss breathin’ through mby ndose.” 

Husk’s garbled consonants made Charlie wince. 

“I wish there was something I could do to help,” Charlie sighed, leaning against the back of the sofa. 

“Oh! I know! I know! I can help!” Niffty cheered, turning to cough into her elbow after raising her voice strained her sore throat, “I used to do this all the time when I was alive! Be right back!” 

Before Charlie could open her mouth to object, Niffty had vanished into the kitchen and returned with four mugs and three medium-sized towels, each of the mugs releasing tendrils of steam into the air. 

“I’d get bags of tea that weren’t really good to drink but smelled really strong, and I’d make a cup, and put the towel over my head to breathe in the steam, it works great!” Niffty explained, returning to the comfort of her blanket nest with her own mug of hot tea, electing to sip from it instead. 

Husk shrugged, “I’ll try adythi’g ondce..snrkk!” he croaked, pulling the towel over his head and holding the mug of fragrant tea close to his face as he became surrounded by steam. 

Angel followed Husk’s lead, hoping to relieve the massive backup in his puffy sinuses. 

Alastor silently followed suit, rolling his eyes briefly when the towel snagged on his antlers, forcing him to neaten it out. 

A few minutes passed, and Charlie- who had left the room to feed Fat Nuggets and KeeKee- returned to her spot leaning against the back of the sofa, “So… how do you know if it works?” she asked. 

“You’ll see,” Niffty replied, swallowing the last sip of her tea and lying down on her side to relax in her pile of blankets, smothering a cough into her wrist and listening to Angel, Husk, and Alastor’s sniffles as they grew looser and looser. 

“HrR’SCHHUHHH! Huh’KSHOOO! Hh’TSHHHOO! Huh’TSCHOO! Hnk’TCHOO! HUH’KSHHHUHH! Hnk’TSHHHEW!” Husk sneezed, each sneeze growing wetter and wetter as the congestion in his sinuses got looser.

“Heh’Kshhhew! Hnk’SHHHEW! Hnk’Tshhiew! HEH’KXHHT! Hnk’TSHH! Heh’TSHHIEW! Hnk’TshhhiEW! He-Eh’kshhhiewww!” Alastor followed suit, struggling to catch his breath between sneezes from underneath the towel.

“A-ahh…H-hah…HAH’TSHIEW! Hah’tshew! Hah’kshhiew! Ah’kshhieww! Hah’TshhhiEW! Ah…AH’KTSHHHIEW!” Angel sneezed.

“Ohhhh, that’s how,” Charlie said with an amused smile. 

  Husk peeled off his towel to reveal his flushed face, damp fur, and the continuous trail of watery mess trickling from his adorable feline nose, a trail that he attempted to stop with a few watery sniffles, to no avail. 

“Holy shit,” Husk muttered, his voice hoarse from the sneezing fit scraping his raw throat, as he dragged the back of his hand under his nostrils, “That felt great, I can breathe…but I can’t stop sne-eezing-Hnk’Tshoo! Hnk’Tschuhh!” 

“Bless you,” Charlie giggled, plucking two tissues out of the box on the arm of the sofa and handing them to Husk, who in turn used them to wipe off his hands and the underside of his nose before soaking the tissues with one gurgling blow, “Jeez, you were really stuffed up.” 

“Not anymore, shit,” Husk said with a relieved sigh, wrapping a finger in a few tissues and gently cleaning the inside of his fluffy ears, “Even cleaned out my ears.” 

“It can get in your ears?!” Charlie inquired, leaning over the sofa and staring at Husk’s ears intently as they twitched. 

“Mmhm, it’s why I’m damn lucky I don’t have any… a-ah…AH’KTSHEW! Ah’kshhew! Ah’kshhiew!...” Angel commented, pulling off his towel and finger-combing his moisture-dampened locks to fluff them back up, wincing at the spray coating the fur on his hands, “Euch… I need a shower after that.” 

Angel stood up, swaying a bit on his feet, “I’ll be right ba-ah…a-AH’KSHHIEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KSHEW!...snff! I’ll be right back…” he said, cautiously wandering up the steps and disappearing down a hallway. 

Alastor’s watery sniffling and frustrated grunts made Husk and Charlie turn to face him, the towel still draped over his head. 

“Hh’KZXHHT! Hhnk’Tshhiew! Hhk’TSHHIEW! Heh’KSHEWW! Hhn’KzZsschiew!” Alastor’s sneezing continued, his desperate gasps in between fits riddled with the low rumble of congestion in his lungs. 

“Uhm… Alastor, you can take it off if the smell is too much,” Charlie proposed, watching The Radio Demon doubled over in his chair, completely at the mercy of his sinuses. 

“I ca-ahh.. Hh’KSCHIEW! Hhn’KSHHUH!... they’re st-uhh… s-stuck on my aahn- HEH’KSHHIEW! Heh’KSHewww!- antlers,” Alastor struggled, punctuating his sentence with a productive-sounding cough, his voice dripping with frustration and embarrassment at his current predicament. 

‘Brilliant, Alastor, just brilliant, you’re writhing like a simple-minded cat with its head stuck in a paper bag’

Charlie reached over, pulling the towel off of Alastor’s head, gently pulling away the segments of towel caught on his antlers, “There we go,” she said, smiling at her triumph. 

Alastor opened his mouth to utter his reluctant thanks, but quickly held a miraculously-clean handkerchief to his mouth instead, coughing as the crackling congestion in his chest inched its way up his throat. His fever-warm cheeks burned red-hot with embarrassment as he spat something into the red cloth before leaning back into his armchair to catch his breath. 

“That sounded…uhh…” Charlie began, wringing her hands and sheepishly looking away out of disgust. 

“Nasty,” Husk practically gagged. 

“I second that!” Vaggie called from the other room. 

“Cool! I wanna see, Alastor, lemme see!” Niffty pleaded, speed-crawling over to Alastor’s feet and sneaking a peek of the soiled handkerchief, “Woah…” 

“That’s quite enough,” Alastor scoffed, silencing another wet cough behind clenched teeth, “I’m fine… I’d prefer if we could pretend that didn’t happen.” 

Husk blinked, noticing the stiffness in Alastor’s smile and the embarrassment in his watery eyes, shooting his boss a knowing smirk, “I think somebody’s fever finally went down,” he chuckled, “Don’t worry, boss, you didn’t do anything too embarrassing.” 

“I can strangle you to death with one hand, and I will not hesitate to do so,” Alastor hissed, still struggling to fight back his cough, eventually relenting and holding his handkerchief back up to his mouth. 

“Think you’re a bit too busy stranglin’ yourself,” Husk teased, knowing that Alastor’s coughing fit would keep him from reacting violently to Husk’s sass. 

Alastor spat another load of sputum into his handkerchief and took a desperate inhale, a relieved grin flashing on his face when said inhale wasn’t accompanied by a crackle of more congestion, “I’m finished,” he panted, squeezing his soiled handkerchief in one hand as it vanished into the ether by way of its own shadow. 

Charlie leaned over and quietly popped the thermometer into Alastor’s ear, getting a quick reading, and pulling it away, “102, it did go down! Are you feeling any better?” she asked. 

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Alastor grumbled, running a clean handkerchief under his nose to wipe away the mess from his sneezing fit, “Especially since I’m in my right mind again.” 

“Damn shame,” Husk laughed from his spot on the sofa, ducking when Alastor threw his miraculously-empty mug at Husk’s head.

“This is humiliating,” Alastor grumbled, covering his eyes with both hands and rolling onto his side in his armchair, pulling his blanket tighter around his frame.

“Y’know, Alastor, maybe you’d be more comfortable if you had room to stretch your legs,” Charlie offered, “Since Cherri’s not here, you could take the loveseat on the opposite side and Niffty could take the armchair.” 

“I’m perfectly fine where I am, thank you,” Alastor replied, trying and failing to suppress a shiver. 

“Are you sure?” Charlie asked, shooting Alastor a compassionate smile, which finally got him to relent. 

“If you insist,” Alastor sighed, getting out of his chair and walking over to the loveseat on the opposite side of the sofa , lying down and completely wrapping his body in his blanket. 

“There you go, doesn’t that feel better?” Charlie asked, draping a second blanket over Alastor’s reclined form. 

“Only physically,” Alastor replied, his teeth chattering slightly as he struggled to conceal the pain in his eyes, “Thank you.” 

“No problem… are you okay?” Charlie asked as she watched Alastor continue to shiver in spite of the blankets. 

Alastor’s shivering calmed down, and his eyes noticeably glazed over again, looking glassy and distant as his gaze lost focus and his smile became more toothless and dopey. Charlie noticed the deep flush in Alastor’s cheeks, his heavy breathing, and the sweat trickling down his face from his hairline. 

“I’m fine… Hh’Kshew!...pardon me,” Alastor mumbled, readjusting himself under his blankets. The Radio Demon stared at Charlie for a moment, scanning her with his glossy eyes before shooting her a puzzling smile, “Your hair is so pretty… it’s like a tied up hay bale…” he giggled. 

“Oh… thank you?” Charlie replied, raising an eyebrow and cautiously reaching down to press the back of her hand against Alastor’s forehead.

“Aaaand he’s gone again,” Husk announced, “That didn’t last long.” 

“He’s burning up… I didn’t expect his fever to go back up so fast,” Charlie said, overwhelmed with concern as she took Alastor’s temperature with the ear thermometer, “104… I’m going to go see if we have some medicine somewhere.” 

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t roll off the loveseat and hurt himself ‘till you get back,” Husk said, turning away briefly to blow his nose before focusing his attention on Alastor’s relaxed but loopy form. 

“Thank you,” Charlie replied, leaving the room and leaving Husk alone with his fever-plagued boss. Niffty was still in the parlor, but she had fallen asleep after cozying up in her nest of blankets, and snored quietly on the floor, meaning that Husk had no one but Alastor to talk to. 

“Husker,” Alastor said in an almost teasing voice, shooting Husk a drowsy grin and staring at him with his glassy, vacant eyes. 

“What is it?” Husk asked, twitching his sensitive nose in an attempt to stave off a sneeze, “HRR’SCHUHH!” 

“H..-Hihh… How can you tell when an octopus egg is h-hahh…hatching?” Alastor asked, punctuating his sentence with a damp sniffle, wiping his irritated nose off with his handkerchief.

“I dunno Alastor, how?” Husk sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“It starts Kraken…Hih’SHHHEW! Uch… Excuse mbe…snff!” Alastor said, laughing at his own horrible joke until his boisterous laughter turned into a hoarse cough. 

“We’re not doin’ this, I’m not listenin’ to your stupid jokes,” Husk scoffed. 

“Ohh, that’s no fair, I had so mbany I was ready to try out- Hih’KSHHEW! Hih’kshhiew!” Alastor complained, blowing his nose. 

“Try ‘em out on Niffty when she wakes up,” Husk scoffed, smiling upon seeing Angel enter the parlor, now wearing a pair of pink velour pajamas adorned with black hearts and flowers, “How was your shower?” 

“Great,” Angel sighed, collapsing onto the sofa and letting Husk settle back in his lap, “Steam really does the trick when you’re plugged up- snff… it’s incredible.” 

“Glad it helped,” Husk replied softly, running his fingers through Angel’s clean fur. 

“Husker,” 

Husk rolled his eyes, “What is it now?” 

“Mby throat hurts,” Alastor said, his watery eyes looking genuinely vulnerable… almost pitiful as he spoke. 

“Mine does too, suck it up, maybe if you stopped runnin’ your mouth it wouldn’t hurt so much,” Husk said coldly, hurriedly holding a hand to his mouth to cover a violent cough and sighing with relief when Angel’s smooth hands began to rub his chest. 

Alastor nodded, lying down in silence on the loveseat and sniffling occasionally, curling in on himself and clutching desperately at his blankets. His chapped, shiny nose and feverish cheeks looked aggressively dark compared to his hypersensitive, sweat-covered, and unnaturally pale skin, and the tears brimming in his glazed-over watery eyes overflowed, running down his cheeks. 

‘I can’t believe you, we look ridiculous, pull yourself together…’ 

Alastor shuddered, whimpering quietly as his limbs ached and a violent pain radiated behind his eyes, cursing the razor-sharpness of his teeth that made them impossible to gnash and grind when he was in pain. 

‘I can’t… I can’t control it… I’m so tired, and hot… and achy,’ 

Alastor’s frustrated thoughts only made the hot tears on his cheeks run faster as he attempted to hide them with a damp sniffle, to no avail. He simply shut his eyes and resigned himself to his fate. 

“Oh my god,” Angel whispered, staring in awe at The Radio Demon’s hushed crying from the other side of the coffee table. 

“He’s completely out of his mind, he’d jump out a window before he let anyone see him like this,” Husk muttered.

“I know this ain’t the point, but your raspy voice is kinda sexy,” Angel whispered back, snickering when Husk playfully punched him in the arm, “Okay, I earned that one.”  

“Alright, it took a bit of digging, but I found some medicine-” Charlie paused upon re-entering the parlor, staring at Alastor’s shaking form and listening to his whimpering sobs, “-I’m sorry… is he?” 

Angel and Husk nodded in silence. 

Charlie gently pulled on one of Alastor’s ears, her heart dropping into her stomach when the gesture made Alastor let out a pained whine, before gently sticking the ear thermometer into the sensitive canal, “105…shit, why is this hitting him so hard?” she asked. 

“I mean, all four of us feel like absolute shit… but Boss was always real skittish and secretive about germs…HUH’KshOO! Hh’KSHEWW!...fuck- SnFF!- might be kickin’ his ass cause he’s never been sick before, or at least not this sick,” Husk attempted to explain, dragging the back of his wrist under his nose before Angel handed him a tissue, “Thanks.” 

“That makes sense… but it’s almost scary seeing him like this… Alastor? Alastor, wake up,” Charlie said, gently shaking Alastor to get his attention before pulling him into an upright position, “I’ve got something that should make your fever go down, okay?” 

Alastor nodded, reaching out and cupping Charlie’s face in his left hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb as his ears twitched, “Charlie?” he asked, the vacant look in his red eyes making Charlie chew anxiously on her tongue, he looked awful. 

“Yes, it’s me… can you see me?” Charlie asked, waving a hand in front of Alastor’s glassy eyes, her stomach twisting in knots when Alastor’s pupils didn’t follow her movement. 

“Mhm,” Alastor nodded, turning away from Charlie to muffle a fit of barking coughs into his handkerchief, “I think so.” 

“Okay, here, I’m going to pour the medicine for you, and you can take it when you’re ready,” Charlie said, pouring a dose of green fever reducer into the plastic measuring cup and handing it to Alastor, who surprisingly knocked it back almost immediately, licking his lips and flashing Charlie another delirious smile. 

“It tastes like apples,” Alastor said, giggling as he flopped back into a reclined position, doubling over when his laughter quickly devolved into another coughing fit. 

“I’m glad it tastes good, hopefully this makes you feel better,” Charlie said, gently massaging the back of Alastor’s head with her fingertips and turning to face Angel and Husk, “You guys want some?” 

“I’m fine, I’ll let this shit take its course,” Husk replied, Angel nodding in agreement, “I’m goin’ to sleep.” 

“Me too, Niffty’s got the right idea,” Angel sighed, getting comfortable on the sofa and uncrossing his legs, dozing off with Husk sleepily purring on top of him. 

“Thank you, Charlie,” Alastor said, his voice a hoarse whisper, “I hope you don’t catch thi-ihh… Hih’kshew! Hih’kshiew!...this…snff-snff!” 

“Of course,” Charlie replied, “I think I’ll be okay… you should rest… hopefully the medicine brings your fever down.” 

Alastor yawned, lowering his eyelids and cozying up to his pillow, his congested snoring joining the noisy snores of Angel, Husk, and Niffty as Charlie brushed his hair away from his forehead. 

“They’ll be better soon, it’ll be okay,” Charlie said to herself, getting one last look at her sickly friends before leaving the room to go chat with Vaggie, turning off the lights and lowering the volume on the TV before she tip-toed out of the parlor, leaving the quartet of patients in comfortable quiet darkness. 

[booz-lose]

Giggles Unearthed

Hey! This is my first fanfic! I'm super sorry if it's really bad... please, if you want, give me any suggestions or ideas on how to become better at writing, thank you!! I also apologize for being bad at coming up with story titles.😅

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Author's note: This is a ticklefic! If you are not interested in this, please scroll. | This is kind of an Alastor and Angel Dust friendship, then leans into a Huskerdust story...

Summary: Angel Dust can't shake off the urge to touch Alastor's ears, not realizing just how ticklish they really are.

Characters: Alastor, Angel Dust, and Husk.

Words: 1,136

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Angel and Alastor have been lounging on the sofa for some time. Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer stepped out, Husk's at his usual spot at the bar, and Niffty's off battling dust and bugs. Angel's gaze fixed on Al for a solid three minutes.

"Y'know, it's very rude to stare, Angel." Alastor looked at Angel with a big grin on his face.

"Well, I guess I'm pretty fucking rude then," Angel joked, shrugging nonchalantly. After a brief pause, Angel asked, "Could I pretty please tou-" Alastor swiftly interrupted, "Nope."

"Pleeease, just a quick touch! They seem so fluffy!" With no response from Alastor, Angel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a huff.

"5 seconds." Alastor suddenly said.

"REALLY?!" Angel couldn't hide his excitement. He scooted closer, and as Alastor tilted his head down, Angel used his top hands to softly pet Al's ears, making them twitch from the sudden sensation.

"Ah!" The Deer Demon let out a little squeak, and Angel yanked his hands back. "My bad! Did I hurt ya?" Angel checked in. He usually wasn't intimidated by Al, but he sure didn't want to cause any harm... it's unpredictable. "No, my dear. I'm all good! No worries." Alastor grinned wide as ever, and Angel continued to gently stroke on Al's ears.

"You have three seconds." He added. As Angel gently touches his ears, Alastor is doing his utmost to hold back the chuckles that threaten to escape. His ears wouldn't stop twitching and radio static filled the room.

Angel paused, breaking into a big grin. "Ohh,~ are the Radio Demon's ears... ticklish?" Alastor straightened up, causing Angel's hands to slide off his head.

"Your time is up." Is all he said in response. Angel teased, "I didn't hear a noo...~" Alastor grew tense, "I don't know what you're talking about, Dear. A powerful demon like me doesn't have any weaknesses." He said confidently.

"We'll see about that..." Angel said quietly, then stood up to walk over to Husk. "Hey there, Whiskers~"

"Hey, Legs. How's it goin'?" Without waiting for a request, he quickly fixes Angel a drink. Their friendship has grown stronger since the last extermination... though, there has been some tension between them lately.

"When's the last time you heard Mr. Creepy Voice genuinely laugh?" Angel gestures towards Alastor, who's oblivious to him and Husk. "Hmm, I don't think I've ever heard him laugh if I'm honest," Husk pondered. Angel glanced at Alastor, then turned his gaze back to Husk, "I might have just the trick to get him howling with laughter," he said with a playful tone. "Oh really, and how is that?" Angel didn't answer, but just got up and slowly moved closer to Alastor.

In that moment, Angel launched himself on Alastor. Both of them were now laying on the couch, Angel on top of Al. His extra arms were perfect for the task; his lower ones encircled Alastor, trapping his arms by his sides, while his upper hands playfully danced on Al's ears. Alastor exclaimed in surprise, "Gah! Angel, what are you doing my dear?" as he tried to wriggle free, a rare chuckle escaping him despite his efforts to stay composed.

"I'm proving you wrong!" Angel grunted, trying to keep Alastor in place. With a mischievous grin, he playfully tickled Al's ears. "Come on, deer, you know you can't resist a good laugh!" He teased, waiting for Alastor's reaction. He made an effort to free his arms, but even for a powerful Overlord like him, he couldn't manage to escape Angel Dust's grip.

"A-Angel... whaaht are you dohohoing!? Get off ohoof meheheh!!" Alastor's ears fluttered as he couldn't help but giggle, the sound of radio static mingling with his laughter.

"Ohoho! Looks like someone's ticklish!~" Angel teased. His fingers reached the base of Al's ears, causing him to jolt and let out a giggle.

"AhahAngel, I am gohohohing to kihihihill you!" Alastor threatened- or.. at least tried to. Angel wasn't thinking about the future consequences; he was just reveling in the fun of the moment!

"Oh, really now, Creepy Voice?" Angel playfully taunted, his fingers dancing around Alastor's ears, eliciting a contagious fit of laughter. "N.. Nohohoh mohohohre!! plehesse!!"

"Oh, so now the big, bad, powerful Radio Demon is begging? How absolutely adorable!" Angel couldn't help but tease. This was such a rare sight.

"Stohohohp! N-No mohohore!! Hahahahah!!!" Alastor shakes his head, trying to get Angel's hands off of him. Suddenly, he loses his balance and tumbles off the couch, still caught in a small giggle fit. "Y-you bihihihtch!" he manages to say between laughs.

"Ha! To see you like this, all vulnerable and powerless. Who would've guessed someone as formidable as you could look so defenseless?" Angel taunted. But as he turned around to head back to Husk, he felt sharp fingers suddenly wrap around his shoulders.

"Nah-ah-ah! You can't just dish it out and not expect to pay the price! It doesn't work like that, Sweetheart." Alastor said while still giggling a little. A chill ran down Angel's spine. He glanced at Husk, who just offered a faint smile and a nonchalant shrug before he began to walk over to Angel.

"Husk? W-what are you doing, Whiskers?" He sounded nervous... "Oh, nothin'." He had this huge grin on his face, like he couldn't contain his excitement. Alastor used his tentacles to grab ahold of both sets of Angel's arms and held them high above his head.

"No! Wait! Al, I'm sorry!" Angel spoke quickly. Alastor's grin grew wider. "Ahh, look who's all defenseless now.~" Alastor gave back Angel's "teasing" manner. "Oh, you're a real comedian," Angel deadpanned.

"You don't appear to find this amusing, do you?" Alastor smiled, "allow me to assist you, my friend." Suddenly, two furry paws started to squeeze Angel's sides.

Angel immediately burst into a fit of laughter. "Wh-whahahait, Whihihiskers, whahaat are you dohohoing!?" Alastor held Angel’s arms aloft, immobilizing them, as Husk dug his claws deep into Angel's sides.

"Nohohoh!! Husky, plehehease!!" Angel's voice was a mix of laughter and mock desperation as he tried to squirm out of Alastor's grip. But no matter how much he wriggled and twisted, Alastor's grip was unyielding.

"A little late for that, Legs." Husk smiled and moved his paws to Angel's under arms. Alastor remains to just stand there, smiling as the two lovebirds giggle with each other. Angel unexpectedly found himself released and shoved onto Husk, both tumbling to the ground with Angel landing on top.

"Whoa, I am so sorry," Angel said, attempting to stand, but Husk tugged at his arm, urging him to remain close. "Stay here for a while," Husk suggested, grinning. A rosy blush spread across Angel's face. Alastor chuckled and melted away somewhere, leaving the would-be couple to doze off on the floor in each other's company.

The End.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

request from @dinodumbass thank you, this is so cute! hope you like it 💌

“I was thinking about tangerine and how he’d be so happy to listen to you rant about books you’re reading

But imagine he comes home and finds you sitting on the couch with the book in your lapo just staring at the wall and he just sits there with you and listens to you talk about the book and how much you liked it or if it was bad and how you want this other book but can buy it rn and this author you found that has a book you think he’d like.

I just think is really cute and wanna rant to someone bc I finished crime and punishment”

book worm (tangerine x reader)

wc: 638

warnings: none! just cute fluff

masterlist + rules

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The sun had just gone down, and you were sitting on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, lightly holding the book you had just finished, draping it over your crossed legs. Blankly staring at the bay window, the expression of amazement written all over your face. You have been reading this book for the last couple of weeks now, you had become so involved in the book that it was so bittersweet to finish it.

Snapping from your trance when you hear the front door creak open, the voice of the man you love followed closely behind. “Hi, love! I’ll put these bags in the kitchen real quick.”

“Hey.” You softly greet him.

Footsteps lead towards you, stopping in the doorway as he leans against the frame. “Finished another one?” Sweetly smiling at you.

“…yeah…” you slowly say, as if you’re trying to make sense of your current state. It’s such a weird feeling when you finish a book, it’s like you’re lost and trying to reintegrate back into this universe.

“Can you tell me about it?” He asks as he walks over, taking a seat next to you, trying not to disturb the cat.

Your neck whipped around to face him, eyes lighting up as you grinned at him, “really?”

“Of course.” He softly reassures.

Feeling flustered and giddy, making a couple weird screeching noises with your mouth as you tried to figure out where to start, “ah okay- AH. Um- so…”

So you told him everything about the book, about how there were a couple plot twists that made you sit and think for a solid ten minutes and how the story finally came together when a new character was introduced. It made you feel so special when he’d gaze at you, giving you his undivided attention while you spoke about your book- his eye contact told you how much he adored you. He looked so in tune while you described it, his face lighting up the same way yours did when you first read it.

“… I literally just finished it- about five minutes before you got back. Actually, that reminds me. The next part of the series comes out in a few months- so that’s really exciting.” You beamed.

“You’re such a good storyteller- makes me want to start reading again.” He contemplates.

Dramatically inhaling “stop! Right, so there's this author that has a collection- I think you’d love it. I read them a year back and thought about you the whole time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sweetly says as his head tilts to the side.

“To be honest- I didn’t really think you’d be a book guy.” You say while making a funny weird face.

“I’m usually not, but the way you read them is so endearing. Like how in bed at night- you’d be sitting up leaning over your book giggling to yourself. Or how you’d gasp or cry, it’s so precious.”

Nose screwing up as you smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. I thought it was your thing so I didn’t want to impose.” He admits.

“Psht- Never. Reading is for everyone, that’s why it’s so amazing. Now I know that you want to read, watch out.” Snickering to yourself. “Actually, please can you pass my laptop? It’s on the coffee table- I don’t want to wake the cat.” Pointing at your cat that was curled up asleep on the side of your leg.

Opening the saved website bookmark for Waterstones, giggling to yourself as you filled your basket. “Oh, I’m so getting you this… AH! That’s new too? Definitely getting that.” You said to yourself as you scrolled through.

Tangerine didn’t say anything, he just chuckled as he draped his arm over your shoulder, watching the way your eyes sparked and darted across the screen.

[artyandink]

we could be more | dean winchester | 19

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE - PART ONE

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD - LORDE 

I coughed, cringing. “This place is musty. What am I kidding? I’m in a coffin. Ok, uh, transportation spell, that’s the basics.” I held my finger out, drawing a rune in the air. Next thing I knew, I was on solid Earth ground. My shirt had a rip and blood stained it, but no stab wound. Nothing. 

“What the hell?” I panted, looking around. “Nah, I just came from there, didn’t I? Where am I?” I took out my phone, dialling Dean, but the call immediately cut. “Damn it!” 

I started walking, muttering under my breath. “I’m dead. Or at least I’m meant to be dead. But that doesn’t make a lick of sense. I’d only be brought back if…” I stopped. 

I’m gonna kill him. Give him an early ticket. 

“YOU SON OF A-“

I knocked on a motel door after five hours of intense tracking, furious. And as soon as it opened, I pressed my forearm against Dean’s collarbone, shoving him into the wall beside the door. His eyes widened upon seeing me, eyebrows furrowing while he tried to pry himself from the wall, but I shoved him against it harder.

“You don’t have long left, do you? Huh?” I growled, but the look on his face was disbelieving. “You shot me, Dean, I’m meant to be six feet under right now.” Then he switched the positions, turning us around as he pinned me to the wall instead, both hands held above my head. His eyes raked up and down my body, lingering on every scar I had. I could feel his breath on me, fanning against my lips in a consistent rhythm.

“You picked the wrong person to become, shapeshifter. Or are you a demon? If so, it’s sick to possess a dead woman’s body.” Dean retorted, his face dangerously close to mine. 

“I’m really Ivy, you dumbass.” 

“Prove it.”  

“How?”

”Tell me something only she’d know.” 

“Your name is Dean Henry Winchester. You’re afraid of flying, have a lucky pair of socks that you wear when we confront the spirit on a hunt and…” I thought for a moment, “you and I had sex on November the 16th, 2006.” 

His grip faltered, and the hard look in his eyes changed to one of hope, relief and something I couldn’t put my finger on. “It’s you. It’s really you.” 

”Who else?” I grimaced, and he hugged me, stroking my hair as his tears soaked my shoulder. But when he stepped back…

I decked him in the face. 

“Ow-“ 

“HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU HAVE LEFT, YOU MORON?!” 

“What do you mean-“ 

“You made a deal, right?” I snapped. “A deal to bring me back? How long’s left? Ten years, five, thirty minutes?!” 

“I didn’t make a deal!” 

“Liar!” 

“Look at me, Beanie.” He took my face, making me stare into his green eyes, which were intently boring into me. “Do I look like I’m lyin’ to you?” 

I sighed, taking a step back and turning away to think. I ran a hand through my hair, then both over my face. “I’m sorry. I’ve been jumpy since… hell.” 

“What happened?” 

“I…” I gulped, debating whether or not to tell. “I can’t remember.” 

“You can’t?” 

“Not a lick.” I shrugged. “But if you didn’t make a deal, who did?” 

“James hasn’t, neither have Bobby, Jo, the works.” 

It hit me, and I sank onto the sofa.

“Dad.”

“Hey, Dean?” Sam called when he walked in, and he dropped the bag of groceries when the first thing he saw was me. “Ivy?” 

“Before you do the whole ‘tell me something only Ivonne Rainer would know’ shtick, I know your favourite pair of underwear is your Star Wars pair.” I smirked, and he let out a breathless laugh. 

“So it is you.” 

“Surprise!” I grinned, and we instantly hugged each other, and he stammered. 

“H-How?” 

“Dad.” I gulped. “He made a deal. I checked with Bobby; he died thirty minutes before I woke up.” 

“The guilt must have gotten to him.” Sam grimaced. “I’m sorry.” 

“I mean, I don’t feel that bothered.” I shrugged. “After what he did to Quinn, prepping me like a lamb for slaughter, I…” I sighed, shaking my head. “I can’t ever forgive him for that. Even if he gave his life for mine. Even so, I’m on ground zero again. No blood relatives, except for Bobby, but he’s pretty much the best option I have. And I’m glad he is.” I picked up a cloth, taking out my gun (Dean gave it back) and cleaning my blood off. 

“Do you have the… bullet scar?” I checked myself, then pulled down my shirt’s collar. Right on my collarbone, there was a visible light brown circle. Then I lifted it up by the hem, a faint line there. 

“Yeah.” 

“What- what’s that on your, um, above chest area?” I frowned, then pulled off my shirt, going to the mirror. And there it was, a tattoo on my collarbone. It read:

ησ яєѕт ƒσя тнє ωι¢кє∂

“No rest for the wicked.” I whispered. “What?” 

“People usually say that to say that sinners await total damnation in hell.” 

“Well, I just came from there, and I’m not going back.”

We pulled up at a small restaurant, and Sam and I were going to go pick up the food from inside. 

“Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time, huh?” Dean lectured, handing us the money. 

“We’re going to be the ones riding with ‘extra onions’.” I scoffed, getting out of the car with Sam, both of us walking towards the building. 

“AND DON’T FORGET MY PIE! I LOVE ME SOME PIE!” 

“Yeah, right.” I chuckled. 

“First meal since hell.” Sam grinned, and I stiffened up a bit, but I loosened myself, hoping he didn’t notice. 

“Better be a good one, then.” We strolled in, and started ordering stuff from the waiter, but then everything went black.

I opened my eyes, finding myself in an abandoned building. I stood up, peering at the place, which was dark, with the exception of the one window, and shabby, and smelt rank. 

“What the hell?” I breathed, then used my elbow to bust the window open. I cleared the glass, climbing out and looking at the surroundings. “Is this some sort of arena or something? And where’s Sam? Sam, you there?! You anywhere? SAM!” 

“IS THAT BOSTON LADY?!” A scruffy looking guy pelted out of a house, and I instantly recognised him. 

“Andy?” I called, running over, and he did too.

“You’re that cool girl, right?” He panted. “Y-You gave me that sick gun that I killed my evil twin brother with. Issy?” 

“Close. It’s Ivy.”

”Ivy. Right. I don’t feel safe right now, so it’s good that you’re here cause if I get jumped I’ll have no idea what to do.” He took me by my shoulders, shaking me. “Help me.” 

“That’s what I’m here for, now c’mon, we need to get inside, grab anything that can be used as a weapon and hide, ok?” I patted him on the back, urging him into the next building. “Go! In front of me, now!” We went inside, and I gave Andy a pole that I found, taking out my gun and walking to the edge of the door, holding it up. My ears pricked up when I heard a small clunk, and in his panic, Andy stepped on a creaky plank of wood. I gave him a look, making him mouth sorry, so I gestured him to step back. 

A plank of wood emerged from the doorframe, so when the wielder stepped in I shouldered them into the door, then took the collar of their shirt and shoved them into the floor, holding my gun to their head- 

It’s Sam.

”Sam.” I sighed, removing the gun. “I almost killed you.” 

“I’m glad you didn’t.” Sam chuckled, and I helped him up, checking him. 

“Did you get hurt?” 

“No blemishes so far.” 

“Good.” 

Then Sam looked over my shoulder. “Andy?” 

“Sam!” Andy exclaimed. “What are you two doing here?” 

“We don’t know.” 

“What am I doing here?!” 

“We don’t know.” 

“Where are we?!” 

“Andy,” I grimaced, “calm down.” 

“I can’t calm down!” He yelled. “I just woke up in freaking Frontierland!” 

“Ok, what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Honestly? My fourth bong load. It was weird. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell. Like, uh…” 

“Like sulfur?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah. How did you know that?” 

“Sam.” I gasped. “Dean.” 

“Is he- is he here?” 

“Nope.” I shook my head, pacing. “We don’t know where he is, or if he’s even alive.” Then we heard screaming, so we followed it to a house where there was banging on the door. 

“Help me! Help me, please!” A woman cried out. 

“We’re here, ok? We’re gonna get you out.” 

“Please!” 

“Alright, give me a second.” I clicked off my gun, shooting the padlock and opening the door to see Ava Wilson, the girl who Sam was with when Gordon hunted us down. 

“Ava?” Sam frowned. 

“Sam! I’m so glad you’re here!” She tightly hugged him, and Andy smirked. 

“Well,” He joked, “looks like you two know each other.” 

“Not like that, buddy.” I whispered to him.

Ava let Sam go, looking around desperately. “How did you—I mean, how did you—” 

Sam looked her up and down, then around, unconsciously mimicking her. “Ava, have you been here this whole time?” 

“What whole time? I woke up in here, like, thirty minutes ago.” 

“Ava, you’ve been gone for five months.” I informed bluntly. 

“Don’t sugarcoat it.” Sam murmured. 

“That’s sugarcoating it, mate.” 

“Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago.” Ava refused indignantly. 

“You didn’t. I’m sorry.” Sam apologised. 

“But… that makes no sense. That’s not—oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!” 

“Well…” She gasped upon realising, and then her gaze turned on Andy. 

“Hey. Andy.” Andy waved. “Also freaking out.” 

“Ok…” Ava rounded on me, close to hysterical. “What’s happening?” 

“I’m as in the dark as you are, ok?” I replied. “All we need to do is stick together-“ 

“Is anybody there?” A male voice called out.

”There’s more?” We headed towards the voice, finding a guy dressed in an army suit and a blonde haired girl with folded arms. “Hello? Hey! Hey, you guys all right?” 

“We think so.” The guy nodded. 

“I’m Sam.” Sam said.

“Jake.” 

“Ivy.” I smiled. 

“Lily.” The girl whispered, making me stiffen up again. Lily, huh?

“Are there any more of you?” 

“No.” She quivered. “How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego.” 

“If it makes you feel any better,” Jake shrugged, “I just fell asleep in Afghanistan.” 

“Let me take a wild guess: you two are both twenty-three?” Sam asked. “We all are, except one. And we all have abilities.” 

“What?” 

“Started around last year, with the exception of one-“ 

“And who’s that one?” 

“That’s me, chucklehead.” I announced, lifting my hand. “Ivonne Rainer, twenty seven years old, nice to meet you. And my abilities started eight years ago.” 

“Aren’t you special?” Lily snivelled. 

“Watch your tongue, cause my powers aren’t desirable to face.” 

“I can put thoughts into people’s heads.” Andy explained eagerly. “Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it, I don’t think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this- I’ve been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too.” 

“I have visions. Psychic stuff.” Sam added. 

“So, you go, ‘Simon says give me your wallet’, and they do?” Lily scoffed, then turned to Sam. “You have visions? That’s great! I’d kill for something like that.” 

“Lily, listen, it’s okay—” 

“No. It’s not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home.” 

“Hey, Lily, we all do.” I cut in. “But right now? I don’t think we can.” 

“What can you do, then?” 

“I’m a witch. Not a normal one, like Harry Potter, no. I don’t use a wand, I use my mind. And my hands. It’s more of a curse than a blessing.” 

“How could that possibly be a curse?” 

“Because these powers killed my brother. They became a conduit for people to murder my family. And, about a year ago, I was branded with some rune that stopped me from using ‘em. You don’t wanna know the rest, but it involves my ex-boyfriend dying.” 

“Damn.” Jake breathed. 

“Damn indeed. Which brings me onto my next piece of relevant information. We weren’t brought here by a who, we were brought here by a what.” I faced everyone, prepared to break the news. “We were brought here by a demon.” 

“What?!” Ava gasped. 

“You heard me. There’s a war that’s gonna happen. We’re meant to fight in it.” 

“So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?” Jake scoffed. 

Sam shrugged. “Well, when you put it like that-“ 

“And, and we’ve been picked?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why us?” 

“We’re not sure, ok?” I snapped. 

“Why are you so hopped up?” 

“I’ll tell you why.” I seethed, running a hand through my hair. “I was brought back to life yesterday and now I’m thrown into a war which now I realise my brother was meant to fight.” 

“Wait.” Lily frowned. “You were dead yesterday?” 

“Dead for three months, compadre, but my dad made a deal with a demon that killed him. That kind of thing isn’t ideal, never try it, ok? When my brother died, the power that was meant to go to him went to me instead, for reasons unknown. Being put into a FRICKIN’ DEMON WAR isn’t exactly how I wanna spend my Sunday. And I’m sure it’s not for any of you either.” 

Sam sighed. “Look, I know it sounds crazy, but—“ 

“It doesn’t just sound it.” Jake scoffed. 

“I don’t really care what you think, okay? If we’re all gathered here together, then that means it’s starting and that we’ve gotta—” 

“The only thing I’ve gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay?” He started retreating. “I’ve heard enough. I’m better off on my own. FYI, so are you.” 

“Jake, stop. Look, Jake-“ Sam jogged after Jake, while I turned back to the other three. 

“Ok,” I sighed, “Get into that church there.” I pointed to a church at the side. “Password is, I dunno, guacamole. You hear that, you open the door. You don’t? Don’t think about it.” 

“Why should we listen to you?” Lily huffed, crossing her arms again. 

I pulled out my gun, smiling. “Cause I’ve got a gun. Go, hide.” They ran off, and I took a look around, but then everything went darker. 

“Ivonne Rainer.” I turned around to see a man there, smirking. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

“You’re Yellow Eyes, aren’t you?” I asked, and he blinked, showing me his true eye colour. 

“You got me. But we’re here to discuss you. Now, little Carter, but if he was alive, he wouldn’t be so little, was meant to be in your place, but somehow his specialness got transferred to you.” 

“So- wait - I’m not meant to be here?” I frowned, shaking my head. 

“No, you’re not.” 

“And you didn’t transfer these godforsaken abilities to me either?” 

“Nein.” He grinned. “But, I have to say, you’re doing pretty well for a replacement. Especially after your rendezvous to hell, well, your powers are stronger than ever. They’re… potent. Useful.” 

“Useful for what?” 

“Well, all this isn’t a little get together for soldiers.” He walked up to me, that sick smirk that all evil masterminds do on his face. “This… is survival of the fittest.” 

“What?” 

“I have an army waiting. But where comes an army, comes a leader. I need a strong, capable person to stand at the head of the army and take over the world - and, well, Sammy Winchester is the horse I’m betting on. Somehow, you’re not a part of it. Just a bystander in the face of total annihilation.” 

“Yeah, so I’m supposed to watch as people die?” 

“Took the words out of my mouth, girlie. Or you can help take the weaker ones off the board for me.” 

“I’m actually glad Carter isn’t here to experience this.” I growled. “You’re sick.” 

“I’m smart, dear, there’s a difference. The moment they find out that this is a fight to the death, they’ll become feral. Putting you in would hardly be fair, don’t you think? Look at you. The oldest. You’ve had your powers the longest, and that’s a very nice advantage. Even without them, you still managed extremely well, even for my standards. The man downstairs is impressed.” He jerked his head towards the church. “Those squirrels in there? You’d rip them apart without a second glance.” He chuckled. “Turn ‘em into chum for the sharks.” 

“Yeah, right.” 

“Yeah, I’m right, glad you agree.” He smirked, then gave me a ‘see where I’m coming from’ look. “You know it as well as I do. You went nice on that hunter. What was his name? Ah, Gordon.” The name struck a nerve, but I held it. “You and I both know you were itching to put that bullet through his brain instead of his foot.” 

I rolled my eyes, laughing cynically. “I’m not a psychopath. Deal with it.” 

“Then there was the time you were being possessed by your sister. You had the chops to fight back, but why didn’t you?” He stared straight into my soul, then nodded knowingly. “I know why. You wanted it.”

”Shut up.”

”It’s more than you’d like to admit, but you wanted to harm those who came in your way. Before you knew your father was a stinking coward and frankly a waste of your precious time, you wanted revenge on the Winchester boys for what their dad did.” 

“Shut up.” 

“But it was an on and off thing for you because, well, Sammy’s your Carter replacement and you have what’s called a mini-crush on Dean-o.” 

“I said shut up, you son of a-“ 

“Oh, but I’m not done yet. Then when it came to hurting them, you had so much anger that it was easy to harness. Then your dad, well, that was a different story. In actuality, you weren’t possessed at the time. Quinn let you go- great solider of mine, by the way- just to see what you could do. And you shot that sick son of a gun-“ 

“I SAID SHUT IT!” My eyes glowed red as I held my hand out, and his throat glowed red as he choked on the energy I was forcing down his throat. I grinned, the thrill of it rushing through my veins by the second. This felt good. Screw that, it felt amazing. “I don’t know who you think you are, Yellow Eyes, but I’m takin’ none of this from you. I don’t want to rip them apart if they hurt Sam, but you? I’d have no greater pleasure-“ Then the setting disappeared, and reappeared again, with Yellow Eyes behind me again. 

“You’re not going to tell them the truth.” He smirked, and I moved to repeat the treatment, but he held his finger up to signal that he wasn’t going to taunt me any longer. “I know it. Because you want to assess them, find out which one to shoot first. Good call.” 

“Get out of my head.” 

“As you wish.” The surroundings brightened again, and the first thing I heard was Ava’s screams. I ran towards it, and Lily was hanging from the windmill. 

Kill #1. 

“I leave to assess the area for thirty minutes…” I lied, exchanging a look with Sam. 

“Okay, that’s officially—Sam, she’s dead! She’s dead!” Ava cried hysterically. “You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here.” 

“Stop.” Sam ordered. 

“I second that emotion.” Andy gulped. 

“Not sure that’s an option.” Jake frowned. 

Ava sobbed, confused. “What?” 

“Lily was trying to leave.” I explained, biting my lip. “She was killed. That means neither can we. Jake, get her down. Sam, we need Dean, a cell, something. Demon took my phone, but not my gun.” 

“Alright.” Jake went off to get Lily down, while Andy raised his hand.

”You know, you may not need one.” He stammered. “I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?”

Sam searched his pockets for a moment, then turned to me. “He’s touched Ivy.” 

“He’s touched you too!” I snapped. 

“But he’s… touched, touched you.” 

“That kiss did say something.” Andy smirked, then gestured for me to hold out my arm. “If I’m doing this with humans, it’s your message that’s projected. So you’re gonna have to work hard to get it to him. There may be a headache.”

”I don’t care.” I sighed, rolling up my sleeve and holding my arm out. “Do it.” He took my forearm, concentrating for a second, then I felt my mind transport to wherever Dean was. I entered his mind, then thought about the place we were at, with the bell, projecting it to him. I could feel him receiving it, but then there was a ringing sound and a sharp pain, so I pulled out, wrenching my arm out of Andy’s. “I think it worked. If not, well, we’re screwed.”

“Your brother.” Andy started while we were lining salt. “He was meant to be like us?” 

“Yep.” I nodded. “Then I got these blasted abilities. I’m actually glad it was me and not him, really. He wouldn’t have to go through all this hell.” 

“Sounds like you’ve went through it.” 

“Mhmm, just came back from 20 years of it.” 

“Nice one.” He laughed, then realised. “You can’t be serious.” 

“Deadly.” I replied smoothly, then chuckled. “Welcome to my world, buddy.”

”As soon as this is over, I wanna get out of it.” 

“Fair enough. I would if I were you.” 

“If I really think about it, though, after what just happened to Lily, the ones who actually have a chance of making it are you and Sam.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Look at you two. You know what you’re doing. The rest of us? We’re following after you and you know what happens when people lag behind in a horror movie.” 

“You could end up surviving.” I shrugged. “Don’t rule it out.” 

“I could, but it’s unlikely. My powers are useless here.” 

“They’re useful out there, remember that.” Sam came back in with Jake and a weeping Ava. “Place secure?” 

“Affirmative.” Jake nodded. 

“Alright, we can sleep now. Thank goodness.”

I woke up to screaming, so I instantly leapt up, sprinting towards the source. 

“Who we are, Sam.” Ava chuckled, standing on a mangled Andy. I instantly felt like a knife stabbed through me; I’d told him to keep his head up. And here he was, dead. I felt the same anger i’d had with Yellow Eyes flood my head, building up by the second. “If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain. I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?” 

“Control demons.” Sam muttered. 

“Ah, you are quick on the draw. Yeah, I’m sorry, Sam. But, it’s over-“ I pulled out my gun, shooting Ava in the back of the neck, watching her fall to the floor. 

“Hell of a shot.” Jake gulped from behind me. 

“I know. Let’s get out of here.” I frowned, looking down at Andy’s body.

 Kill #2 and #3. 

“You’d rip them apart.” 

He wasn’t wrong.  

“I think we can make it out of here now.” Sam thought aloud, but Jake stopped him. 

“But the Acheri demon…” He trailed off. 

”No, Ava was summoning it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s gone. We gotta go.” 

“Not ‘we’, Sam. Only one of us is getting out of here with Ivy. I, I’m sorry.” 

“S-Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I-I like you, man. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for both of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill him.” 

“Jake, don’t.” I warned. “Don’t-“ He punched Sam, making him fly into a fence. Then he cracked my head against a pillar, and I collapsed, holding my head. Everything went blurry for a while, until it cleared up all of a sudden and I could see Jake about to deliver what could have been a coup de grace to Sam. I stood up, my eyes glowing red as I moved my hands, lifting Jake into the air and into the wall opposite, making him fall forward after the impact. I had nothing in my head, just protect Sammy playing on a loop. He stumbled forward, so I made a pole levitate and smack him in the head, rendering him unconscious. 

“You still got it, then.” Sam panted, standing up. 

“Looks like it.” I breathed, looking down at Jake like he was dirt on my boot. “Douche.” 

“SAM?! BEANIE?!” The voice gave me relief, all the previous anger washing away when I heard Dean, a chuckle escaping me.

“DEAN!” We ran towards Dean and Bobby, who were running with flashlights. 

“Sam, look out!” Then a familiar stabbing sound ripped through the air, and Sam gasped and my eyes glowed red for a second, what felt like the same pain tearing through me as my knees threatened to give way. Jake twisted the knife before taking it out, running off with Bobby hot on his heels. I caught Sam before he fell, lowering him to his knees while Dean slid on his own to reach us. “No, Sam.” Sam’s head fell onto my shoulder, but I pushed it back up. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you.” I bit back tears, placing my palm on Sam’s wound, but it came back with a startling amount of blood. I felt like i’d break down, the reality weighing on me, but I tried to remain strong. For Dean. “Dean, he’s-“ 

“It’s not even that bad.” Dean chuckled, deceiving himself. “It’s not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?” Sam’s head kept wobbling, but he gave no response. “Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!” Sam’s eyes slid shut and he went limp, and Dean broke. 

“I’m so sorry, Sam.” I whispered, stroking his hair. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Dean muttered, taking Sam and cradling him. 

“I could’ve…” 

“SAM!”

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