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sparkbeast20 · 2 years

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Just to Numb my feels (Lucifer, MC, Mephistopheles, and Suitors)

This is Part 18 of I'm a Noble, Not an Avatar Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13 Pt14 Pt15 Pt16 Pt17

Summary: Lilin and Mephisto have a little talk with Kares walk in and sends a threat to Mephisto. Then Mephisto call and learned that you stole something from Lucifer.

Warning: Swearing, and Alcoholism

“Mephisto~ Come on! Just dumb the human and get back with m-”

“Damnit Lilin! We talked about this. And besides, aren't you supposed to marry Belphegor?”

Lilin immediately stops in her tracks, bowing her head before starting to sob, Mephistopheles sighs knowing that this is just one of her guilt trips but the words she utters makes him doubt it. “My Dadd- Father is considering that my older brother marries Bel-Bel…” She fiddles with her long sleeves of her RAD uniform. “I don’t know, he said that after the stunt I did at Sir Se'irim’s wife Place he wants me to get Looked at by Sir Samael and Lady Rusalka. And if the results are back negative he’ll take me back to Sloth ring and bring my brother to take my place as Bel-Bel’s Suitor.”

Mephistopheles groaned at the mention of the que word of “Get looked” Especially said demons are going to “check” Lilin’s “Behavior” is Samael and Rusalka those two spells horror especially with him and the other demon noble children.

“It's your fault for trying to attack the human” Mephisto even though he hates the idea of “fixed behavior” treatment he wanted Lilin to know that she kinda deserves it.

She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue “Whatever! It’s their fault for coming that night! We had all that planned out and they had to drag you-”

“What if I tell you I was the one who brought them there?” Mephisto mutters it with a smirk on his face.

Lilin whip her head towards him with shock “You fucking bastared! You wanted this to happen!”

And Mephisto shrugged his shoulders “Yes and it was easy! I was expecting Kares or Pandora but you did an amazing job” saying it with his iconic smug close eyes smile.

Lilin took a step back and stared at Mephisto, before she knew it her face suddenly heats up and her mouth gap open and close like a fish trying to progress what the demon told her. Feeling both embarrassed and something else… but before she can think more about it. Kares calls both of their names.

“Lilin! Mep!” He calls out and walks towards them. “I didn’t see you two all morning?”

Mephisto sighs and turns towards the mask demon “Must you call me that?”

“Oh? You know I get tongue tied with your whole name Mep?”

“You could just call me, Mephisto?”

“Mm~ Nah, Mep is better and I only call you that in private… when it is just us noble children.”

Mephisto huffs and places his hands on his hips “Let me remind you that I’m a noble, a Duke. While you two are Marquess and Marchioness”

“Oh come on. Don’t be so serious. You sound like Lord Lucifer-”

“Don’t compare me to that fallen!” Mephisto cuts Kares off with a snarl and the latter gets the massage and quickly pipes his mouth shut.

“But you take his seconds?” Mephisto immediately turned back to Lilin with eyes narrowed at her. She looks up with a smirk “What? It's true. You’re willing to take that human who let me remind you, fucked all seven brothers as your date? Tsk, how pathetic you could’ve any of us but noooo! You are as petty as our parents”

“Just a moments ago you were asking me to dumb MC for you!”

“Exactly! At least I’m honest with what I want. Stop this petty revenge” She huffs before turning around and leaves Mephisto and Kares out in the hall.

“Can say I like what you did back in the Veva’s. I knew for the moment you and that meat walked in that you wanted to stir up trouble. Unfortunately Lilin fell for it while the rest of us didn’t” Kares sighs before reaching up and pulling his mask down to show his damaged lower face which is littered with scars and the right side of his mouth is missing skin like something or someone bite and ripped it off, even with his mouth close teeth can be seen. “I know my mistake and I’m not planning to make another one. What you did just made us make precautions so if you're going to mess this up for the rest of us. I highly suggest you rethink your decision otherwise you have to deal with me. Mephistopheles”

Mephisto just chuckles before turning his head towards Kares with a grin on his face. “Like I said. You and the rest are Marquess and Marchioness. Beneath me, I suggest you stop while you're ahead, you don’t need to do your parents' bidding.”

“Our parents know what’s best. We are the future of our kind.” and with that Kares left and headed to his next class, while Mephisto watched him leave before signing, then turned and headed to the newspaper room for his free period to do some early writing for next week's paper.

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After a whole day of class, Mephisto pulls out his phone and sends you a text asking where you are. But he didn’t expect you to respond with a call. He pick up the call “Where are you-”

“Hey~ Handsome!” His eyes widen and quickly stood up from his chair

“MC are you drunk!?!”

“Yeah~ How could you tell? It's the voice right?” Of course he notices your voice is a little slur.

“Didn’t I tell you that you are prohibited to drink anything while you are under my roof!”

“Oh please, it's just a little sip. You should be proud. I stole this from Lucifer’s secret stash here in the school!”

Mephisto’s blood runs cold at the mention of you stealing from Lucifer’s secret stash, which only means… you in the student council room.

He quickly ended the call and rushes out of the newsroom and make his way to the council room

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You drunkenly stare at your phone and huffed when Mephisto just hung up on you. You toss your phone on the table before returning to the bottle of human wine that Lucifer had in hand. Oh how you miss this numbness. This actually helps you forget that you were a horrible partner to Mammon and how you could’ve helped him with his witch debt problem from the start. You push the bottle on to your forehead and clench your jaw in frustration.

But the sound of the door open draw you out from your self-loathing, making you to look to the side and saw Diavolo, Lucifer stood by the door with Druj, her arm is wrap around Lucifer’s

“MC?”

“Hey Lord Dia!” You ignore Lucifer’s eye twitch when you call Diavolo Dia. “I was thirsty and was looking for something to drink-”

“And you thought stealing one of my wines would quench your thirst?” He crosses his arms as Druj leans on him, nuzzling her face on his shoulder.

Ha! You thought to yourself. You're too drunk to care about your feelings for Lucifer. But you know that when this wears off. You’ll feel the heartache later.

“Whatever Lucifer. I’m done with this anyway.” You slam the bottle hard on the table though not hard enough to break the bottle. You stood up from your set, which is ironic because it's Lucifer’s seat. And drunkenly walk towards the door. But before you could reach the door. Lucifer quickly un-crosses his arms and quickly grabs you by your wrist. With Druj stepping aside with a smug look on her face.

“And where do you think you're going?” Lucifer asked, but you didn’t even faze him.

“Out of course.”

“No you’re not. After showing this kind of behavior not only in the school but also in front of Diavolo-”

But you quickly cut him off by pulling your hand out of his grapes. “I don’t fucking care!”

Both Lucifer and Diavolo’s eyes widened. While Druj gasps and immediately steps away from Lucifer. After her last experience of seeing you using your pact on Lucifer, she would rather be away from Lucifer when that happens.

You turn to Lucifer with eyes narrow and scowling.

“It's the end of the classes anyway! That doesn’t stop you from drinking here after hours whenever you’re staying here late because you want to do your work here! You can’t use the rules against me, Lord Lucifer!” That moment Lucifer felt his heart clench tight when you refer to him as Lord, though he kept a stern expression on his face. “When you make yourself and Diavolo as an exception to the rule!” He glared at him and he glared back. But before things escalate the door opens and you are quickly pulled into someone’s arms with your face pressed against their chest.

“Really! I can’t leave you for one day to your own devices while making a mess that I have to clean up!” You look up to see Mephisto glaring at you with his brows narrow.

You huffed and pushed away from him and turned you back on the noble demon with your chest huff up and arms crossed over your chest. “I don’t need you to look after me!”

“That's where you’re wrong! I am your guardian for the whole semester. Hence you are my responsibility!” Mephisto scolds you while emphasizing on the fact he is your guardian.

You rolled your eyes and turned and walked around him and out of the room. Mephisto calls out to you, but Diavolo places a hand on his shoulder. “I think that it's too early for MC to be at RAD. It seems that they're still coping with the… Whole situation with the brothers.”

Lucifer clenches his jaws when he hears that, and Druj walks back to him and wraps her arms around his again before leaning her face back onto his shoulder.

“You may have a point.” Mephisto glances at Lucifer before looking back at Diavolo “I think maybe taking them to the human world for the weekend. Maybe seeing something that isn’t devildom would help them”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll permit it”

Mephisto smirks and turns to Lucifer who glares at him. Mephisto shrugs off that visible threat and bid Diavolo a farewell before leaving the room, and Diavolo close the door and turn to the ‘couple’ “Now, let's discuss about this, proposal ball that you and Armaros are planning”

Tag list: @jellymoonbear @kurisu55 @that-one-fanperson @mammon-satan-blog @i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy @luciferwifu

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Thanks to @crazyyanderefangirlfan I gain some motivation to write this part.

Also I did try to move the story a bit quicker here and try to get to the next event of the story. *I tend to lost motivation or idea when writing slow burns kind of story*

Also I have made post of what the suitors look like. Here and the Hierarchy

This fic is heavily Inspired by the Ao3 fanfic "Bride of Prophecy" by Fallingunderground13 and a different take on my headcanon "Please take care of MC for me....."

If there's grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don't be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mephistopheles x reader #obey me original demons #obey me nobles

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shibaraki · 2 years

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monty do you think touya dies of a heartache when he sees you wearing his baggy white shirt…he wakes up one day as you’re making breakfast - you always opt to make something sweet over a traditional japanese breakfast as touya isn’t too fond of fish. it could be eggs or oatmeal or even waffles when both of you waking up to a matching sweet tooth. this morning you’re making omelets but the smell of food isn’t the thing he focuses on, your frame drapped in the white shirt he wears most often at home (he knows cuz of the small splatter of hair dye on the back of the collar) you are bathed in the yellow sun of the morning and look so. at home. the apartment is shitty and it isn’t ideal but it makes him choke up - he hates that he’s still the crybaby be was when a kid but damnit he can’t accept it that fact that he has the smallest of slivers of home with you

LAMB! you’re so right I think he feels so much that it makes him sick ( ´Д`)y━･~~ I’m in PAIN

In this decaying one bedroom apartment, you appear entirely content. Over the stove draped in only his stained white shirt, hips swaying to the beat of your quiet hum, Touya thinks there may be no better picture than that of you in warm light as the day breaks, sleep mussed and still brandishing the crease from his pillowcase on your cheek.

Before you, the only thing that had ever reached so pervasively into his depths is anger. This is a feeling so all encompassing that it mutates and physically swells in his throat. Lungs tight, heat pricking at the nape of his neck, there’s a pressure behind his eyes that he can never ease. As you watch the whitening eggs with a gentle smile worn, a rock skips across the surface of his soul, each impact rippling outwards as the rings echo and fill the cavity in his chest.

Inside and out, Touya thinks there is not a single part of his being that you haven’t touched. It extends to all avenues in his life. There’s a chronic draft that seeps through the expanding cracks in his apartment but your presence alone dulls the chill — stray items of clothing that he never returns to you, a blanket strewn along his sofa that you insisted he use to cover the burns, his cupboards barren and occupied by only your favourite mug. You’re in his bedsheets, in the half empty bottles of shampoo tucked into the shower basin, in the second toothbrush left beside his own on the bathroom sink. You linger, and it’s overwhelming. Symbolic of your intent to remain a fixture in his life.

You haven’t yet noticed that he’s staring, because he does not set you on edge. Dabi doesn’t frighten you, and he’s undecided on whether that’s a good thing. Spite is his flint, vengeance his only ambition. Yet in the early hours he finds reason in the simplicity you bring. Open palmed with fingers tipped, you offer him a love that he may never be able to give back.

He’s villain enough to devour it, but not enough to believe he deserves it.

#asks #mutuals #q'd #m.touya #LAMNBBBB this made me so emotional #I HOPE ITS OK THAT I WROTE BACK? I got all in my feels #just thinking about how awful it would be for him .#thank you for the touya crumbs :< <3

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kayte-overmoon · 2 years

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"Mine for the Holidays" Chapter 3

CW: past drug abuse, overdose, child neglect, dark themes.

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The news of Steve’s apparent relationship spreads through his family like wildfire.

Or crabs.

It is exactly two hours and seven minutes after his phone call with Nancy that his phone is blowing up with messages from his family group chat. He’s still at work, but every glance at his phone shows a new message directed at him.

Apparently, Nancy told Jonathan, who told Will, who then told Mike, who has never kept a secret in his life.

Mike: Did u guys know Steve’s bringing his boyfriend 4 Xmas?

Dustin: WHAT

Max: Cool.

Dustin: STEVE.

Dustin: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US

Max: Lucas, you owe me $20

Dustin: STEVE!!

Lucas: Damnit Steve. Had my money on you adopting another dog before you start dating someone.

Dustin: STEVE DON’T IGNORE ME

El: Aw, congrats Steeb

Steve finally mutes his notifications so he can focus on not getting mauled by a hoard of angry kittens.

He’s yet to bring himself to tell Robin about the predicament he’s found himself in and Eddie’s clandestine solution. He knows she’s going to give him shit for the rest of his life. He wants to enjoy his last few hours of dignity.

Luckily, he has work to distract him.

He learned a trick from one of his coworkers that he employs against the cats: every time he moves a group to a temporary crate so he can clean out their cubbies, he stuffs cat treats in the pockets of the obnoxious green vest he wears. The cats are too busy sniffing him and trying to climb inside his shirt to bother with scratching him.

When he leaves, he only has a couple scratches on his biceps and collarbones where his vest and the thick gloves he used didn’t protect him.

Eddie is coming over for dinner at Steve’s apartment to discuss the finer details of their arrangement.

What do you cook for the guy who makes the most decadent, outlandish pastries for a living? Steve should probably order something or get takeout to avoid embarrassing himself. But then, Eddie volunteered to save him from lifelong embarrassment, so maybe he deserves a home-cooked meal, lackluster though it may be.

But then, Eddie said he had nowhere else to go anyway. Steve frowns as he remembers Eddie calling himself an orphan and begging (albeit jokingly) Steve to take pity on him and give him the Little Orphan Annie experience. He knows the older man’s parents aren’t in the picture anymore. Their friendship has gotten close enough in the last year to have the “So your parents suck too, right?” talk, even if neither of them really went into detail. If Eddie’s uncle going fishing means he's going to spend Christmas alone if he doesn’t go home with Steve, then there’s bound to be some truth to his “orphan” comment.

Who’s Steve to judge? He may as well be an orphan. Not that he wishes he was. That might be pushing it too far. But sometimes he thinks it would be easier if his parents were dead. The truth is harder to stomach: that Steve is essentially dead to them.

“Christ, Harrington,” he mutters to himself while he lets himself inside his apartment. “Lighten up.”

Scout helps with that. He greets Steve as enthusiastically as he does every time he comes home, jumping up to give his owner the sloppiest kisses he’s ever received (well, excluding Holly Bowen in the sixth grade… but she doesn’t count).

He looks down into his dog’s light blue eyes and has a brief, intense wave of gratefulness for him. Without him and Robin by his side the past couple years, he would have been a complete mess.

The kids did their best to support him from a distance. Will came out when he was still in high school, and Max came out as pansexual through their group text sometime after she started college, so it wasn’t like queer people were an anomaly in their family. Hopper and Joyce welcomed him with open arms. They were the family he didn’t share DNA with, and they were all better off for it.

But there was something extra special about the people who gave you life completely ignoring your existence.

It probably wasn’t just the coming out as bi thing that tipped them off. Steve had never been the son his parents wanted, even when he was popular and athletic and made decent grades. His father, in particular, was never happy with anything Steve did. Once he became an adult, it became clear he would never meet their impossible expectations, even if he finished law school, joined his dad’s firm, married Nancy, and gave them 2.5 grandkids and a white picket fence.

So, he decided to stop trying.

Looking at Scout, and his small but comfortable home, and his job, and his friends, Steve realizes there wasn’t any other choice to make. This is the only place he’s ever wanted to be.

He’s happy.

He never thought, in a million years, that he would have that.

Steve shakes his head at Scout, scratching the dog’s chin until he squints happily. “Your dad’s getting old and sentimental, Scooter.”

Scout makes no comment to that, but it’s no matter.

Steve has a phone call to make.

“Oh, Steve! Hi, how are ya, hon?”

Steve smiles at the chipper greeting. “Hi, Mama J.”

Joyce laughs on the other end of the call. “I was wondering when I would hear from you. I was about to start writing you out of my will if you didn’t call me and tell me about this new guy in your life.” Guilt swirls in Steve’s gut, but before he can spiral too far, she goes on. “I’m kidding, of course, hon. Still a little miffed I had to find out from Will that you’re bringing someone, but that’s mostly because I already bought new place settings for everyone.”

He laughs softly, glad his honorary mom isn’t the type to hold a grudge. “Yeah, sorry about that. The plans kind of changed last minute, so I didn’t know he would be coming with me until pretty recently.”

Understatement of the decade.

“So, who is he?” Joyce prods, not unkindly. “Is he anyone we know?”

“No, no,” Steve says. “He’s a city guy. He runs the bakery I go to every day. Remember the cookies I sent for your birthday? Those were from him.”

“Oh! Those were amazing! You snatched him up because of that?”

With a chuckle, Steve says, “No, not quite. We became friends since I started going there pretty much every day, and it just kind of… happened.”

Joyce makes a soft coo he remembers being accompanied by a pinch to one of her sons’ cheeks when they did something sweet or made her proud. It made Steve’s heart ache. He suddenly misses her terribly. What he wouldn’t do for a Joyce hug right now. “Oh, hon. That’s great. What’s his name? What’s he like?”

“His name is Eddie,” he says. His voice catches on the name, but he powers through with a lighthearted snicker. “And everything else you’ll just have to figure out when we get there.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “I guess I’ll order another place setting.”

“It’s not a problem, is it?” He’s suddenly concerned he’s inconveniencing her with his foot-in-mouth syndrome. “I kind of asked him to come without letting you know. Will there be room? Do you have time? We’ll be there in a week, so I don’t want to be a bother if—”

Joyce doesn’t let him finish. “Steve, you are never a bother.” He clenches his fist at his side, but something in his chest unlocks at her stern words. “You could move into my house full-time without notice and I would be overjoyed. I couldn’t be happier for you. You bring that boy home, or I will drive up there and get you both, you hear me?”

Steve laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

When Eddie arrives—in the same flannel and black jeans he wore to work, but now with his hair down and a smear of pink icing on his sleeve—Steve’s house smells like garlic and rosemary.

“You’re cooking?” Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his fringe, impressed. He leans against the counter, making himself at home while he watches Steve cook. “I didn’t know you could.”

Steve waves his spoon and takes a half bow. “I’m a man of many talents, Munson. You’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg. And besides—” He sniffs delicately, going back to stirring the pot on the stove. “I stole the recipe from Pioneer Woman, so don’t expect anything extravagant.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “We all start somewhere, right?”

“I told my mom about you, by the way,” Steve says, not sure how else to broach the subject. “I called her a little while ago.”

“How’d that go?”

“Fine!” Steve’s voice goes thin, squeaky in the way he never quite grew out of after puberty, and he clears his throat quickly. “It went great. She’s not upset I’m bringing a plus-one. I got the whole ‘I’ll always accept you’ spiel. She’s happy for me, blah, blah, blah.”

“One of her kids is gay, right? The one with the—" He makes a vague gesture around his head, and Steve catches where he’s going with a laugh.

“Yeah, the bowl cut. That retired a couple years ago, luckily. But yeah, Will’s gay. And Max, one of my bonus sisters, is pan, so like, the whole family is cool with queers.”

Eddie snorts. “Good to know we won’t be hate crimed for our fake romance.”

Steve swallows thickly, trying to laugh and failing spectacularly.

Luckily, Eddie doesn’t seem to care. “So, what are we telling them?”

“Grab a bowl. I think this is ready.”

“That’s all we’re telling them?”

Steve rolls his eyes and turns off the burner, giving his soup one last stir. “Smartass. No.”

They collect their bowls and take a set at Steve’s little breakfast bar, watching Scout go to town on the rubber bone Eddie brought as their soup cools.

“You know that saying about how the best lies are rooted in the truth?”

Eddie nods.

“Well, I figure it’ll be easier for us, and more convincing to everyone else, if we stick to the facts as much as we can.”

“Okay…” Eddie blows on a spoonful of soup. “So, what? We met at my bakery on a rainy Thursday morning, and you ordered a doughnut to-go while dripping all over my floor, and I thought ‘Yeah, him. He’s the one.’?”

Steve blushes into his soup. He hadn’t realized Eddie remembers that, too. “Something like that, yeah,” he says. “I think the details like that will help us keep up the lie, you know?”

“When did we start dating?” Eddie asks. “Who asked who out? Where did we go on our first date?”

He’s put thought into this already, so he provides his answers without hesitation. “Valentine’s Day. You asked me out because it’s creepy to hit on service workers while they’re at work. And we went to the diner on Park Ave.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, looking mildly impressed. “Isn’t that where we had lunch for the first time?”

“Um… yeah.” Steve stirs his soup intently. “You know, keeping as true to real life as possible.”

“Okay…” Eddie purses his lips, thinking. “And we’re not living together yet because…”

“My lease isn’t up until March.”

“Do I buy you flowers?”

“No, I’m allergic. But you do bring me leftovers from the bakery.”

“Are we still in the honeymoon phase or are we more like an old married couple.”

“Old married couple. We prefer watching bad reality TV with my dog to going to the movies or fancy restaurants. We’re both too poor for that.”

Eddie laughs. “Okay, rude.”

“But true.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and leans forward. “Alright, last question.”

Steve looks up at him, prepared for whatever he asks—

“Who tops?”

—except that.

Steve chokes on his spoonful of soup, nearly drowning in chicken broth. Eddie (the bastard) whacks him between the shoulder blades, laughing his ass off while Steve tries to get a chunk of carrot out of his windpipe.

“Dude!” he chokes out when he finally regains his breath. Eddie is still cackling like a madman, his face red. “You can’t just ask that!”

“What?” Eddie doesn’t sound sorry in the least. “Aren’t your siblings, like, 19? They’re bound to ask, right?”

“They’re 21,” Steve corrects. Not that it matters. “And they won’t ask that.”

Eddie leans into his space, looking at him through his lashes. “But if they do?”

With as much dignity as he can muster, Steve wipes his mouth with the napkin he didn’t notice Eddie press into his hand. “We switch,” he says, like he’s making it up on the spot, even though he’s thought about it more than once, loathe as he is to admit it. Listen, he’s a hot-blooded American Bisexual™️ and Eddie is a handsome emo nerd with nice hands. It was bound to come up (ha) at some point. “But you prefer to top, so…”

Steve is resolutely not looking at Eddie, so he can’t tell what his reaction is beyond a soft, “Huh.” A few moments pass in silence before Eddie clears his throat. “Well, I guess you have thought everything through.”

Steve chuckles lowly, his voice rough from his near-death experience with the carrot. Just that, nothing else. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Eddie clears his throat again, then proceeds haltingly. “Are you sure you want to do this, Steve? I kind of pushed it on you.”

“No, no! I want to.” Steve swallows and faces his companion again. “I want to do this. I can’t—I don’t think I can face Nancy without a date after spitting that out like that.”

A line forms between Eddie’s eyebrows. “I didn’t pressure you into it or anything?”

Steve frowns and turns in his chair. His knees bump Eddie’s thigh. The older man looks down at the point of contact—and if Steve didn’t know better, he would say he’s pouting. “Eddie,” he says softly. “You’re literally saving me from the most awkward week of my life and then a lifetime of regaining what fragile dignity I have left. You haven’t pressured me into anything. If anything, I feel like the one pushing you to do something you don’t want to. If I’d just kept my mouth shut—no, if Robin had just kept her mouth shut…”

Eddie snorts, finally raising his head again. “You’re sure?”

“Really? We just started fake dating, like, five hours ago, and you’re already ready to fake break up with me?” Steve clutches his chest, blubbering, “If you want to fake end things, Eddie, you’ll have to fake tell me to my fake face! I can’t fake take it anymore!”

“Say fake one more time.”

“Fake.”

Eddie grins, toothy and endearing as ever. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“Seriously, man.” Steve pats the older man’s thigh then turns back to his soup. “It’ll be nice having you there, anyway. It can get a little stifling, being one of the only real adults there. The kids are great. Really, they are. But they don’t understand what it’s like to be… out here, you know?”

Eddie nods, a faraway look in his eyes that’s gone as soon as it arrives. “And it’s not putting your parents out or anything?”

“Not even a little,” Steve says. “Mama J is always happy to have more full seats at her table. Her older son Jonathan will be staying with Nancy and her family, so I think the only people staying in the house will be us, Will, El, Joyce, and Hopper. And probably Max, honestly. Her bio family kind of sucks, too.”

The older man frowns again. “Hopper’s the scary dad, right?”

Steve snorts. “Maybe at first. He softened up a whole lot when he adopted El and got with Joyce. He’ll probably try to do the ‘hurt my son and I can kill you and get away with it’ thing, but it’s all fluff. He just does it for show.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Wasn’t he a cop or something?”

“Still is,” Steve says, and Eddie suddenly sits up straighter. “But he’s mostly doing desk work now. He pretends he hates it, but he gets paid to sit down, drink coffee, and let people call him a hero, so it’s kind of his ideal gig.”

“So he’s a… cool cop?”

Something in Eddie’s voice gives Steve pause. He takes a closer look at the man beside him. He’s a bit paler than he was a moment before, and he’s bouncing his knee hard enough to make his stool rattle. Oh.

“Oh,” Steve says. “Yeah, no, Hop’s great. He’s real supportive of me and Will and Max. He’s never given any indication of being, you know.”

“No, I mean.” Eddie’s spoon clatters in his bowl as he sets it aside. Scout and Steve both jolt at the sudden loud noise, looking to Eddie as he wrings his hands together. “Okay, so, there’s something I’ve never told you about myself.”

“You’re scaring me, Eds.”

“It’s not… that bad.” At Steve’s raised brows, he backpedals, “Okay, so. Maybe a little bad? I’m not an ex-con or anything. There aren’t any wanted posters with a bad drawing of my face on them or anything.”

Steve tilts his head. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I kind of… have a record.”

“Like… the criminal kind?” Steve’s voice is small when he says it.

Eddie snorts and sits back on his stool, soup forgotten. “Yeah, a criminal one. It’s all from when I was a kid, though. I’ve never been tried as an adult. I got straight before I turned 18.”

Not completely straight, though, apparently, Steve thinks wryly, then immediately scolds himself. Not the time, Harrington.

“My parents are dead,” Eddie goes on, not even trying to soften the segue. “Well, I think they are. Dad definitely is. My uncle found him in this beat-up old camper in the woods with the needle still in his arm. I was twelve.”

“Jesus,” Steve whispers.

Eddie nods slowly. “Yeah. Mom, I’m not sure about. She left when I was a kid, before Dad got really bad. He never hit me, or her. But you don’t have to throw punches to hurt the people you love.” He spreads his hands out in front of himself, staring into his palms like the words are written there in ink only he can see. “My uncle took me in, raised me the best he could. He’s a good guy, but luck’s never been on his side. He was a logger for years before he got in an accident on the job that cost him a couple toes.” Steve gasps, but Eddie waves him off, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “He’s fine. Hurt his pride more than anything. After that, he didn’t find work as easily. Especially after my dad died. Word travels fast in small towns. Nobody really wanted anything to do with us.

“I picked up enough from dear old Dad to get me in trouble,” he goes on. “Started dealing out of my backpack in the seventh grade, had my first juvie stint before I got to high school. Got held back a couple times. Kids already treated me weird because of my family, and I only made it worse for myself, so I leaned into the whole ‘burnout outcast loner’ thing. It worked for business, though. I always had customers.”

Steve frowns. “They would make fun of you then still buy shit off you?”

Eddie only shrugs. “That’s just the kind of people they were. It’s the kind of person I was.”

It’s the kind of person I was, too, Steve realizes. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

“I shaped up, though,” Eddie says. “Got clean, spent my weeknights doing homework and my weekends doing community service. Took some culinary classes at the local technical center, et viola.” He grins and gestures at himself, with noticeably less flair than usual.

“What made you get clean?” Steve asks, then immediately shakes his head. “Never mind. Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, I want to.” Eddie takes a deep breath, looking anywhere but at Steve. “Believe it or not, there was a girl.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry. “A girl?”

“Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking.” Eddie cocks his head, squinting. A wry smile twists his lips. “At least, it never got there. I don’t know. She was a cheerleader, top of her class, golden child. But she was real sweet. Too sweet, in my opinion. She did whatever people asked of her. I think it messed her up pretty bad.” He pauses for a long moment then clears his throat. “She came to me for a while. For weed to start, then coke, party drugs, whatever I would give her. She’d smile at me and laugh at my jokes, and I never thought to cut her off before it went too far.” Eddie grimaces, something behind his eyes that Steve has never seen from him: pain, self-hatred, anger. It doesn’t look right on him. “It went too far, obviously. She came over to my place after school one day and just… never left.”

Steve waits in the ensuing silence, but Eddie doesn’t have any more to say.

But he doesn’t have to say anything else.

It’s written all over his face.

“Eddie.” Steve reaches for one of his hands, which he’s still staring into. Eddie lets him, watching wordlessly as Steve takes his hand between both of his. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? Drugs are tricky. You couldn’t have known.”

“I know.” Eddie sniffs and clears his throat, and Steve’s heart jolts when he sees the shine in his friend’s eyes. “I know. I’m… getting over it. It’s been nearly a decade and I’m still getting over it. It’ll probably always be with me, though. I’ve been trying my best to make up for everything bad I did. To make up for Chrissy.” He says her name with a reverence Steve can’t even begin to understand.

“Thanks for telling me.” Steve squeezes his hand, giving him a reassuring smile before dropping his hand. “So that’s why you’re nervous to meet my dad?”

Eddie nods slowly, staring at his hands again—just the one Steve was holding. “I’ve always been jumpy around lawmen.”

Steve snorts. “Okay, first of all, he’s the police chief of Hawkins, Indiana, not the sheriff out West.” That finally earns him a giggle from Eddie. It’s soft, and still tinged with vulnerability, but it’s enough to make him relax. “And he’s not going to care. He probably won’t ever find out. I don’t think he runs background checks on the people we date.”

“I don’t try to keep it hidden,” the older man says. “I’m not ashamed of it anymore. I’ve been in line since it happened, and I’ve served my time. It just doesn’t tend to come up in regular conversation, you know?”

Steve, who after he’s said it now realizes Hopper probably does run background checks on people his kids date, nods. “It probably won’t even be a thing. I mean, after January first, you never have to see these people again, right?”

Eddie raises his eyes to meet Steve’s. “We’re breaking up on New Year’s Day?”

Steve blinks at him for a moment. He’d assumed that would be the case, but… “Why? Do you think we shouldn’t? I don’t see the point in drawing it out too long.”

“Won’t it be suspicious if we break up immediately, though? Like, they hear we’re dating a week before we go, then break up the day we leave? Doesn’t that sound fishy?”

Steve purses his lips. “I guess you’re right,” he concedes. “What do you suggest we do, then? I was just planning on catching you texting some other guy at the New Year’s Eve party and storming out.”

“No,” Eddie chuckles. “That might be a bit much. What if you tell them sometime before Valentine’s Day? That gives us nearly a year of fake dating before we call it quits. Does that seem like a reasonable long-term fake relationship to you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on.” The baker leans forward and props his head up on one of his fists. “You don’t want to take me on a couple extra fake dates before you break my heart?”

“Oh, please.” Steve blushes. “We both know you’d be the one to leave me.”

The older man raises an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“B-because!” Steve stutters, gesturing at his partner. “You’re so… you.”

“And you’re so you,” he counters. “You’re a heartbreaker, Steve Harrington. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

“People keep telling me,” he grumbles, thinking of Robin telling him there had to be people lined up around the block dying for a chance to date him.

Eddie reaches out and pokes Steve in the cheek. “We’ve got to work on that confidence if we’re going to convince these people you’re my man.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve leans in toward him. “Why’s that?”

In a mirror of their lunch, the older man leans toward him, meeting his eye with only a few inches between them. “Because I treat my men the way they deserve to be treated. You’d be walking on air if you were mine.”

Steve gapes, any words he might’ve said catching in his throat. His face has gone from charmingly pink to full-on scarlet. He can’t bring himself to pull away, or God forbid, lean in—

Eddie leans back, cackling. “Oh god,” he wheezes, reaching up to wipe tears from his eyes. “You should see your face!”

“You’re such a—” However that sentence ends, Steve doesn’t end it. Instead, he shoves Eddie, grumbling. “Get out of my house!”

The baker just throws his head back and laughs hard enough for Scout to come check out the action.

#steddie #fanfic update #steddie fanfic #fake dating au #fake dating #fake relationship #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #bakery au #angst #light angst #kayte overmoon #mine for the holidays

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deltas-writing-corner · 3 years

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No more running

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toji x F!reader

AN: I’ve been on such a writing streak. Lets hope I can keep it up!

Warnings: Pregnancy | Mentions/fears of abandonment | Mentions of verbal altercations (not between reader and Toji) | Depictions of impoverished living conditions | Angst with a happy ending

Crk crk crk. Tickticktickticktickticktick...

“How long?” Toji asks once you set the crank timer on the edge of the sink. The bathroom can barely accommodate the two of you. Just him alone takes up so much space that you aren’t able to crawl and lean back against the small tub with him. Instead, you lean against the wall adjacent, reaching out and rubbing soothing circles on his bent knee as the ticking timer echoes against the walls.

“7 minutes,” you answer. When he looks over towards you, there’s a noticeable quake rattling your body. Your eyes maintain an intense focus on the blue-tipped pregnancy test, flipped downward, teetering right on the edge of the porcelain basin, not with joyous anticipation, but with overwhelming perturbation.

“Hey,” he gently nudges you with his foot. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you answer point-blank.

“Liar,” he scoffs. “C’mon, what’s on your mind?”

You cease picking away at your dry cuticles with your chewed-up nails upon his inquiry. You cradle the now-retracted hand that offered him physical comfort against your bosom to try in an attempt to still your tremors. Really, he should be the one soothing you, cradling and shushing those intrusive thoughts away with promises he truly wants to make a reality. Promises of living in a big, bright home in a safe and welcoming community, Not some dingy apartment in a crime-ridden neighborhood. He wants to pay his half of the rent with clean and honest money and not with the checks he gets by gutting others like fish or smooching up to snobby rich ladies whose husbands haven’t touched them in years.

He wants Tsumiki to have a pretty and colorful room, with the fluffiest bed in the world with a chest full of toys instead of the secondhand futon and the old dolls she’s had since birth. She may not be his child by blood, but that’s his little girl, and she deserves nothing but the best damnit.

So why do you look so convinced that he’s about to book it the moment that test comes out positive?

“You don’t…” your voice fizzles out for a moment, shy to say what’s on your mind for fear of your assumptions becoming a reality. “You don’t have to stay. If you don’t want to.”

“The hell?” He can’t help but pick up a nasty tone of voice. “Where’s this coming from?”

“It’s just–!” You throw your hands up and they slap against your thighs with heightened anxiety. “We’re barely getting by since I started college, even with my parents' support. Another kid isn’t going to be this peachy, glamorous addition.”

“Do you…” he hesitates. “Do you not want to keep it? If you’re pregnant, I mean.”

"No!" You hug your abdomen, scandalized by his assertion. "I do. Honestly, I’d have a dozen more if labor wasn’t such a pain in the ass.” Even though you’ve laughed over your exaggeration, he knows that there’s some truth behind it. “I just...I don't want to have another kid in," you make a sweeping gesture around the cramped bathroom. As if the universe wishes to prove your point, the neighbors next door begin to argue for the 3rd time today. There’s a wall-shaking thump, followed by the sounds of glass breaking and even more screaming. "This."

He wrings his hand through his hair. It snags on a knot, but he yanks it through and tears his tresses apart. His scalp throbs with a dull pain, but he powers through it. "You're going to graduate soon, yeah?" he asks, and you nod. "Alright, then you’ll get your diploma and start your internship just like you had planned. As for me, I'll take on a few hits and start looking for a better apartment we can-"

"No," you interrupt, stern finality prominent in your voice. "No more of that shady shit, Toji.”

Tickticktickticktick…

“Well, killing is all I’m good at! ‘M not a brainiac like you.”

Tickticktickticktick…

“I’m going to school so you don’t have to get your hands dirty, literally.”

“Well, we don’t have that many options.”

Tickticktickticktick…

“My dad used to work in construction. Maybe he can talk to his old colleagues and find some work for you.”

“And if that doesn’t work out?”

“Then–”

Ding!

Toji and you whip your heads towards the completed timer. As if you add further dread to the atmosphere, the yellowed fluorescent lights flicker before dimming even more than they already were. The neighbors have stopped their screaming contest. The only sound that fills the quiet is the occasional metallic clang from the air conditioner running throughout the house. Both remain rooted in place. Just as he’s about to stand up and rip the bandaid off of the situation, you beat him to it and flip the test over yourself.

He can only assume the results are what he thinks it is by the way you take in the new revelation. Your eyes shift back and forth between him and device, unsure if you want to tell him and loudly rejoice or break the plastic in half and sob into your pillow for the rest of the night.

“You really don’t have to stay,” you croak. “I won’t hold a grudge if you walk out now. There’s plenty of programs out there for single mothers. They’re not half bad from what I’ve read.”

Sure, he can do that. He can leave you behind like he’s done to so many women in the past. He can go back to what he does best, killing sorcerers and gambling his income away before the job’s even done. He can just pass you and Tsumiki off as some elaborate pipe dream and go back to the way things were before he met you.

But when he thinks about leaving, he’s reminded of all those monumental moments. He was there when Tsumiki kicked inside your belly for the first time. He was there when she took her first steps, said her first word, and nurtured her through her first fever. When school left you mentally and physically drained, he stepped up and stayed home to keep Tsumiki happy and safe while you pursued an education. He helped you memorize dozens of complicated terminologies on flashcards and dropped off your coffee-stained assignment whenever you accidentally left it on the kitchen counter. He was there enduring your deathly grip and infuriated curses during your grueling labor.

Toji was there through it all. The memories he’s made with Tsumiki and you are so beautiful and precious to him that he can’t bear the idea of tossing them astray like they’re utter garbage. He’s tired of running, of taking the easy way out and barely getting by. If he needs to get his hands dirty in order to keep them all afloat, then so be it. He wants Tsumiki. He wants this baby.

He wants you.

“Stop.” He pushes himself up with a grunt and pulls you into a firm embrace. When you try to back away, he tugs you more until you go slack and give in. “Just...stop.”

“I’m scared.” You mumble against his chest. He can feel the front of his shirt growing moist with every sob. “I’m so fucking scared, Toji.”

“It’s okay.” He presses his lips against your temple. “It’s going to be okay. ‘M not gonna leave you.”

You look up at him with glossy eyes. “Promise?”

He wipes away a tear before it can spill over. “Promise.”

“Toji. Toji.” you weep, but you’re helpless expression from before morphs into one of cautious gratitude. “We’re gonna have a baby!”

Finally, you hold the test up to him like it’s a glimmering trophy. The digital screen flashes the word ‘pregnant’ every half second and the mere word makes his heart explode like a roman candle. He cups the side of your dampened face with one of his calloused hands and kisses you hard enough to take your breath away. The other is placed over your belly and he strokes the area devotedly.

“‘M sorry,” you whisper against his lips when you pull away from him. “I shouldn’t have made assumptions, or put words in your mouth, or make you sound like some dead beat.”

“It’s okay,” he reassures. “I get it. You just want the best for them.”

You nod timidly.

“Everything is gonna work out.” He leans down and presses your foreheads together. “I’ll be there every step of the way.”

You lean in and give a chaste kiss on his lip scar. God, if only you know what that does to him.

“I love you,” you utter warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You feel bad waking Tsumiki up so early, but as one of your last college semesters approaches its end you’ve had no time to sleep in, much less wake her up yourself like you used to. Toji is still sound asleep in your shared bedroom, but he has a wicked sense for when you suddenly vanish out of his hellish hold. There’s still a lot on your mind after last night. As much as you want to take what was said last night and run with it, you know that you have to make this final effort to cast these worrisome thoughts out of your head once and for all. And if it all comes crashing down on you, you want Tsumiki to have one final, wholesome memory with her father.

“‘Miki.” You gently rock your daughter by her shoulders. She rouses awake with a toe-curling yawn and looks at you with droopy eyes and a dimpled grin. She’s just too adorable. You can’t resist the urge to lean down and press a soft kiss on her pudgy cheeks. “Good morning pumpkin.”

“Mama, too early,” she whines and tugs on your sleeve. “Go bed with ‘Miki.”

“I wish I could sweetheart, but mama has to go to school.”

“Again?”

You laugh at her complaint. “Yes, again.”

Her lips jut out into a pout. “Noooo. Stay with me and papa. Just ‘till tomorrow.”

The edges of your vision begin to blur. You hate leaving her behind. She has Toji, and he’s done an amazing job keeping her company and happy while you’re in class for the last year and a half. She’s reached a point where she’s starting to grow tired of your near-constant absences and just wants you home with her so she can spend time with both her parents, not just one.

You’d spend every waking hour smothering her with all the love you have to give, but you’ve come so far, put in so many hours, made so many connections, and garnered once-in-a-lifetime opportunities for your career after your studies have concluded. You can’t give up when you’re so close to turning your situation around and giving her all the wonderful things and the security you’ve wanted to give her since you found out you were pregnant with her. Not being able to give her the attention she craves pains you, but once you’re able to better provide for your family, you’ll spoil her rotten from dawn till dusk.

“Tsumiki, I need you to do something for me.”

She rubs the sleep out of her eyes. “Okay. Anything for you mama.”

“I need you to show papa how much you love him while I’m gone.” You tuck a messy strand of hair behind her ear. “Can you do that?”

“Mhm!” she enthusiastically bobs her head. “I can do that.”

“Good girl,” you coo at her. “Mama loves you so much.”

She kicks her heavy sheets off and nuzzles against you. “‘Miki loves you too,” she muffles into your coat. “I go sleep in papa’s bed, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond, already pushing herself onto her little feet and padding her way towards her parent’s room. You easily catch up to her in the short hallway and carry her the rest of the way. When you help her onto the queen-sized bed, she squeezes herself underneath Toji’s arm and he instinctually secures her in his grip. You tuck them both in and give each a final kiss goodbye before you shut the door behind you and make your way out of the apartment. Exhausted, but you keep on trudging through the fatigue.

There’s a buzzing in your back pocket. When you pull out and answer your phone, an automated voice begins to speak.

“Good afternoon Ms. Fushiguro. Your doctors’ appointment is scheduled for 2:00 p.m. today. Please arrive 15 minutes early to allow for ample time to fill out any necessary paperwork.”

“I love you papa!” Tsumiki proclaims yet again. “I lovelovelovelove you!”

“Alright, I believe you!” Toji feigns like he’s conceding. “Seriously, what’s up with you today?”

“Mama told ‘Miki to give papa lots of love today!”

“Did she now?” He gives Tsumiki a doubtful look. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“No!” she insists. “‘Miki is not lying!”

He cocks his head to the side. “Really?”

“Really!”

“Really really?” he eggs her further.

“Yes! Really Really Really!” she shrills, feet kicking in the air with frustration. “I love papa very very much!”

“I love you too kiddo,” he picks her up underneath her arms and peppers her face with kisses. She shrinks into herself over the ticklish sensation. “How about you and I get something nice for your mom?”

“Flowers?” she excitedly suggests.

“Sure,” he pats her head. “Flowers sound good.”

“I could go for some flowers.”

He nearly gives himself whiplash from how hard he turns around at your sudden voice. There you are, leaning over the back of the couch as if you hadn’t scared him shitless. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud. You’d hold it over his head for the rest of the week. Tsumiki practically steps all over him as she tries to climb up and throw herself at you, knowing you’ll catch her each and every time without fail.

“Mama!” she squeals with elation. “You’re home!”

“I am!” you cheer. “Did you do what I told you to do?”

“Yes!”

“That’s my girl,” you praise before shifting her in your arms, balancing her on your hip. “Hey,” you greet Toji.

“Hey yourself,” he quips back. “No classes today?”

“I did, but they got canceled.”

He hums in understanding, and then he notices the manila folder in your hand. “What’s that?”

“Test results,” you explain. “From the hospital.”

“Oh. Oh.” he realizes what they might be. “They took you in on that short of a notice?”

“My mom works at the clinic I went to. She squeezed me without much fuss.”

You walk around the loveseat and settle next to him. He takes the envelope from your hand when you push it towards him, but he doesn’t open it right away. In fact, it’s now his turn to start shaking with anxiety. Tsumiki loudly asks what’s inside and if she can open it herself, but you press your pointer finger to your lips. She mimics your action, hushing up as you’ve silently asked her with utmost seriousness.

“Whenever you’re ready,” you encourage, rubbing the broad expanse of his back with surprising collectedness. The fear you had last night isn’t gone. It’s still there somewhere deep within you, he’s sure. Why else would you get yourself tested so quickly? This must be your way of offering him one last opportunity to reconsider. If he wants to run, now is his last chance to do so.

He’s not going to run. He’s going to stay right where he is, with Tsumiki, with you, whether you like it or not.

He folds the opening flap back and reaches in. There’s a letter and a photo attached together by a paper clip. He reads the letter first.

On this day of April 2002, the patient known as Fushiguro (Y/N) had a positive pregnancy test.

Based on the date of her last menstrual cycle, her estimated date of delivery is on December 22, 2002.

Attached is a photograph from today’s ultrasound. We wish Ms. Fushiguro a smooth pregnancy and look forward to her delivery in 8 months.

Congratulations.

The photograph is grayscale. It’s fuzzy, but the doctor who examined you today was kind enough to mark what’s being shown in blue marker ink. An arrow points to a small circle, labeling it as the head. Underneath the head is a tiny sliver of grey, circled and labeled as the body.

“Shit.” he leans forward and cradles his chin with one hand. He rereads the letter over and over, examines the photo again and again. “Holy shit.”

“Well?”

He turns and looks back at you “Well, what?”

“Are you…” You pull Tsumiki closer to your side, shielding her away out of fear. “Are you going to stay?”

“Are you serious?” He looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, and then he ensnares you in a tight hug. “Of course I’m going to stay, you idiot.”

“Oh, Toji.” You melt against him. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Seeing you get so emotional, Tsumiki forcefully squeezes herself between you both in an attempt to overtake your attention. “Mama?” She looks at you with worry. “Why are you crying? Did papa make you sad?”

“No baby,” you laugh between a sob. “Your papa made mama so happy she can’t help but cry.”

“Why are you so happy?”

Over her shoulder, Toji gives you an “I got this” look and sits her down on his lap. He takes the picture of your ultrasound around and lets her hold it. “Tsumiki, do you know what this is?”

She shakes her head. “Nu uh.”

He cradles her little hands and hold the photo with her. “It’s a picture of your moms belly.”

She examines it for a moment before looking up at him with both concern and intrigue. “Why is there something in her belly?”

“‘Miki.” You grab her hand and place it on your abdomen. “Mama has another baby growing inside her belly.”

“A baby?!” She gawks at you like you’ve given her an extra scoop of ice cream, with a dollop of whip cream and a plump cherry on top. “Mama is gonna have another baby?”

“That’s right,” Toji smiles. “You’re gonna be a big sister.”

“Really?!” she astonishes. “‘Miki is gonna get a baby brother?”

“What makes you so sure it’s going to be a boy, huh?” Toji teases.

“I want a brother!” she proclaims.

“You here that?” Toji looks as you expectantly. “She wants a brother.”

“Right,” you laugh with sarcastic understanding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tsumiki crawls towards you and lifts your shirt up so she can press her ear right on your stomach. Toji and you laugh at her antics and try to explain to her that the baby is still too small and it’ll take a few months before it makes any real movement. She doesn’t care. The girl kisses and caresses your skin like it’s something sacred. She whispers promises of sharing her toys, Sleeping next to them during a scary thunderstorm, and playing lots and lots of games with the baby when they finally come into the world.

“I love you baby,” she hums. There’s nothing but pure bliss etched into her rosy cheeks. “‘Miki loves you lots and lots!”

You both sit there and admire the way Tsumiki showers your belly with such tender love. And when night comes and the three of you retire to your bed (she insisted on sleeping between you and Toji to keep the baby safe and warm), you thank him over and over for staying with you.

He thanks you in return for giving him this little blessing.

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Oooooo could I get the Brothers and the Undatables.... turned datable....reaction to MC crying after being stood up by a guy?

Obey me Boys + Dealing with an MC who has been stood up HCs

Lucifer

Knew you were going out, since you had to ask for permission to leave, and was surprised you were back so early.

He was confused when he found you crying and tries to get you to explain. Expecting the worst.

It’s not as bad as he imagined, thinking you’ve been physically hurt, but still not great.

He also can’t stand such poor manners

Offers to have the man eviscerated for you. Which you laugh at thinking it’s a joke, but it’s really not

Goes to find this mystery man, once you’ve gone to bed, and have a stern conversation with him about manners....

Mammon

Against you going out in the first place. Why do you need to see some other guy?!?! You have the Great Mammon!

Goes to your room to see what was so great about this guy, only to find you crying when you tell him he stood you up

Livid. There are no other words for it.

First you ditch him to spend the afternoon with this jerk. Then his creep has the nerve to stand you up! Has he never met you!?

Threatens to go find him, but when you tell him no he sits back down.

Ponders on calling in some favors though. Being a gambling scumbag in his off time, does have a few less than scrupulous people who owe him some favors. They’d break his legs just for fun.

Levi

Being the Avatar of Envy, his base level when it comes to things is to be jealous of others. Especially when it comes to you.

Of course, he understands why you’d want to go out with a supposedly attractive normie, rather than stay in his otaku hidey hole with him. But it still stings.

When you come back, all red faced and crying, he’s upset for you, but doesn’t know what to do.

Should he go defend your honor? Is hugging appropriate? Should have give you a special high five?

Let’s you come into the safe space of his otaku hidey hole and cry it out and lets you watch all the soft anime, or play as many hack & slash video games, you want until you feel better.

Secretly happy that that guy stood you up so he can be your knight in shining armor, but feels bad about feeling good about it.

Satan

Notices something is wrong when you get back, but doesn’t say anything

He waits until you’re in private to ask. Not want to make a scene like his idiot older bothers.

When you tell him, near on the verge of tears, he gets so angry

Anger is something he is very used to, being the Avatar of Wrath. But this is the first time it’s been so focused and so venomous of a deep hatred. A rage he could do something with.

Tries to keep it under control and to himself, when you beg him not to do anything rash, but finds it hard.

Goes to some secret place to let his anger & magic out secretly and safety. Only for the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt you with it.

Asmo

Initially excited for you. He has dates all the time, but knows your each others favorites :3

When you come home so early, Asmo is confused what happened. Then even more confused that you’ve been stood up. He’s not familiar with the concept.

After you tell him what happened he’s shocked! Who could possibly stand you up?! His beautiful [Y/N]!

Would hug and console you, and tell you that he’s an idiot and ugly, and that there are plenty more fish in the sea.

Decides that that’s no reason to waste a good outfit, and takes you out clubbing to dance your sorrows away.

Find 100 other boys to tell you your pretty and make you feel good about yourself, because that jerk is not important

Beel

Disappointed you’re going out with someone else. But, he’s never said anything to you so he can’t be that mad.

Runs into you in the kitchens, since you’ve snuck in the back so no one can see you, he’s surprised to find you and more surprised to see you crying

After you tell him you’ve been stood up, he’s furious. It take a lot to get Beel mad. But anything happening to you is probably the #1 way to get him there.

Wants to beat the hell out of that guy. Those muscles aren’t just for show.

Reframes, and uses those big strong arms to wrap you in a hug instead

Tell you not to worry about it. That that guy is dumber than he is to stand you up, and makes you a sundae to help you feel better.

Belphie

Had been giving you the silent treatment since he found out you were going out with someone else. He’s upset about it, but won’t be juvenile enough to tell you that. This is way more mature.

Goes downstairs in the middle of the night, after waking up from his 10th and latest nap of the day, and hears you crying.

You tell him what happened, that were stood up, and Belphie tells you ‘I told you so’.

He hugs you, and takes this opportunity to remind you that no one will love you like he will. So you should just stay here always.

It does feel nice to be appreciated.

He tucks you into bed to get some sleep and you never hear from that guy again. Belphie says he won’t bother you again, but there’s something about the way he said it that was more ominous than reassuring.

Solomon

He had no opinion when you told him. You’re not his, damnit all, so he can’t say anything about it.

It’s not until after that he gives you a piece of his mind. Hindsight is 20/20 so he tells you all the things he doesn’t like about the guy in one fall swoop.

Solomon does feel bad that you’ve been hurt though. It’s a terrible feeling to be neglected or abandoned.

Offers to hex the holy hell out of the guy for you

He won’t have a moments rest without stinging pain. Or break out in boils. His house will catch fire or fall on top of him like in the Wizard of Oz.

You tell him know, but the thought is appreciated. He instead uses his magic for good in creating a soothing potion to heal your damaged ego. Still up for the house thing though.

Simeon

Would hate to admit it, but he’s jealous you’re going out with someone else. It’s a terrible feeling for an angel to feel.

He’s surprised, more than anything, when you show up to Purgatory Hall in tears. Then sympathetic when you tell him what happened.

He’d see you into his sitting room and make you some Celestial Tea

Simeon would try to comfort you as much as he could, assuring you that it’s not all that bad and that you’re better off without someone like that.

He knows they are just words. They can’t heal you instantly. But he does hope they help a little.

He makes a point to check in on you every day after, either in person at classes or via text, until you’re back to normal.

Diavolo

He has no right to be jealous of you being escorted to a party at the castle by someone else. Being the Prince of the Devildom, he certainly couldn’t do it and he doesn’t want you to be alone as a secondary.

When he realizes later that you’re not at the party, and goes to find you crying in the hallway, he’s saddened to hear you’ve been stood up.

What a horrible thing to do. And so publicly like this to his favorite transfer student!

Rules be damned. He’s your escort for this evening now.

He doesn’t know who your date was supposed to be, but hopes that they are there to see you be the belle of the ball on the arm of royalty.

You’re his sweet princess. You deserve nothing less.

Barbatos

Heard you were going on on a date, but says nothing of it. As a butler, it’s not his place.

Also as a butler, he always seems to be around when you need him. Appearing, as if mentally summoned, when you arrive in tears.

He offers you a handkerchief and quickly ferries you to bed so no one else sees you. So you’re not embarrassed.

He makes you so tea, with your favorite biscuits, and waits for you to tell him what happened.

Of course he’s irritated that someone would behave so poorly. But there’s little he could do. Well, there’s a lot he could do but his Lord would not approve of maiming others.

Provides the perfect, appropriate shoulder to cry on and asks you for a ‘make up date’ to accompany him to town tomorrow for errands and coffee. He won’t stand you up.

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tuiccim · 4 years

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Arrangements and Relationships

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader & Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K Warnings: Major Angst, Fluff

A/N: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles / Divider by @whimsicalrogers

You sat on your bed in tears. It was as you danced with Steve that night at Tony’s party that you had watched over his shoulder as Bucky had left with another woman. Technically, he had every right. The two of you weren't a couple. You had been sleeping together for seven months and you were desperately in love with him, but he had told you many times he didn’t want a relationship. He never told you why, but he insisted that what was going on between the two of you stay casual. You had agreed but, stupidly, you had fallen for him and watching him take another woman to his bed hurt. You knew he probably had before but he had never done it in front of you.

So, here you sat, heartbroken and berating yourself. You made up your mind as the tears fell. Your relationship with Bucky is over. You can’t do it anymore. It was too painful to be in love with someone who didn’t love you back. You got in the shower to wash away the night and the evidence of your tears. Taking a long look at yourself in the mirror, you square your shoulders and remind yourself that you’re an Avenger, a strong woman, and better than how he’s treating you. With those things in your mind, you head towards your bed to find Bucky stretched out on it waiting for you.

Bucky gives you a sexy grin, “Hi Doll.”

“What are you doing here?” You say, shocked.

Bucky smirks and stands up, “I wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to fuck me.” You cross your arms.

Bucky pauses for a second but then makes his way over to you, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Bucky.”

“I didn’t sleep with her, Doll.” Bucky shrugs.

“Because you backed out or she did?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Doll…”

“Exactly. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why not? Because I thought about sleeping with someone else?” Bucky mocks.

“Because I love you and…” you shake your head at the stupidity of admitting that, “And I’m nothing but a fuck to you.”

“That’s not true. You’re my friend and my teammate. But you knew, you knew when we started this I didn’t want a relationship.” Bucky says.

“I did. I went into this eyes wide open but it hurts too much now. Like you said, this isn’t a relationship, it’s not like I’m breaking up with you. It's an arrangement, and I'm ending it.”

“Doll, come on, this is ridiculous. Nothing happened!” Bucky grouses.

“Bucky,” you take a deep breath, “I’m not mad. I’m hurt but that’s not your fault. I’m not blaming you, but I can’t. I can’t do this to myself anymore. I deserve better. I want to be with someone who loves me and you have made it very clear that you don’t. And that you won’t. So, it’s time for this to end. Okay?”

“I don’t want to end this.” Bucky says.

Your heart leaps for a moment before you force yourself to pull it back, “Why?”

“I thought we were having a good time.” Bucky says.

“We were but I’m not anymore.” The exasperation comes out in your tone.

“Why not? It’s not like you don’t come multiple times when we fuck.” Bucky seethes.

“Because I don’t want someone who just wants to fuck me and leave.” You shout. Bucky looks at you angrily and you force yourself to take a calming breath. “Look, I want a relationship and you don’t. I want to be with someone who wants to stay the whole night and talk about our day and… and… and love me. Really love me” You walk to your door and open it, “Goodbye, Bucky.”

Bucky walks to the door but, before going out, he looks at you, really looks at you, and he sees the hurt he’s caused. It hurts his heart a little knowing he caused it. He never wanted to hurt you and in a way he did love you. “Can… can I kiss you one last time?” He asks quietly. You lick your lips and nod. He brings his hands up to your neck and caresses your jaw before bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply and you kiss him back putting all the emotion and love you felt for him into it. When he pulls back he looks at you tenderly and whispers, “Bye, Doll.”

You close the door behind him and slide to the floor, “Bye, Love.” You whisper before the sobs wrack your body.

The first couple of months were rough. Especially when Bucky started dating or, more accurately, sleeping around. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have two or three different dates a week. Then he began dating one of the lab techs named Cara. At first, it ate at you. He hadn’t wanted a relationship but suddenly he was in one. It was after you got to know Cara a little bit that you realized how sweet she was. She was intelligent, kind, and gentle. It was impossible to dislike her and you found a small part of yourself hoping that Bucky had found what he needed.

It was at that point you realized you had gotten over Bucky. It had taken months, but you understood, finally, that you couldn’t give each other what you needed. You had spent the time focused on work, missions and training. Steve had begun to look to you for tactical planning and mission reports. You were working more closely with him and training together daily. You became his second for missions more often than not and eventually that bled into your personal lives. The two of you began to lean on each other. You were there for him when Sharon broke their relationship off to take a job in Europe and he brought popcorn and old movies when your dates didn’t work out. He had become your best friend and confidante. You had even admitted to him what happened between you and Bucky. He had comforted you and never once judged you. You were happy and everything (except your love life) was going well.

Well, everything was going well until your latest mission. It had just been you and Steve on this one. You were in the middle of nowhere Minnesota, in below freezing weather, chasing down a Hydra operative. Unfortunately, the idiot decided to off himself with cyanide once cornered. You had rolled your eyes as he had hissed his final words, “Hail Hydra.”

“Original,” you mock him.

“Damnit.” Steve says from behind you.

“Language, Cap.” You joked at him. He had a worse mouth than just about anyone, but you never liked to pass a chance to poke fun at him.

“Stupid motherfucker!” Steve shouts.

“You better be talking about him.” You needle Steve, who rolls his eyes at your smirk. “Let’s head back to the truck.”

“Race you?” Steve grins.

You playfully kick him in the butt while laughing. He can outrun you easily and knows it.

“Hey!” Steve laughs and puts you in a loose headlock. You put your arms around his waist and hug him to you quickly.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing you can outrun me cause I could totally kick your ass.”

“Haha. Get in the truck, psycho.” Steve’s nickname for you makes you roll your eyes.

“Sure thing, nutcake.” You throw back at him.

It’s late in the afternoon and you head to one of the local motels as your exfil wasn’t scheduled until the next day. Surprisingly, the parking lot is nearly full. Steve comes out from the office and drives the truck to one of the few remaining parking spots.

“Apparently, there’s an ice fishing tournament and everything is booked up. There, uh, was a cancellation, so we got the only room available.” Steve says.

“Okay.” You shrug wondering why Steve is acting so squirrely. Grabbing your backpack, you jump out of the truck and follow Steve to the door. You notice a little plaque next to the door reading Honeymoon Suite in swirling letters. You let out a bark of a laugh. “So, the only room left was the honeymoon suite? Oh, man, I can’t wait to see this.”

Steve tries to hide his blush but you could see it a mile away, “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Hurry up. I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Steve says again and pushes the door open. He lets you enter first and you take in the room as you throw your bag on the beige loveseat near the entrance. The room is actually nicer than you expected. The king sized bed is covered in a dark green comforter and white sheets. The walls are painted a serene cream color. There’s a heart shaped jacuzzi tub in one corner of the room which makes you giggle. Thankfully, there is also a shower in the bathroom. A large television takes up most of the room on the dresser against one wall.

“This isn’t too bad. Did they say what time the diner closes?” You ask.

“Nine. Why don’t I go pick us up some food and you can get a shower?” Steve offers.

“That would be amazing.”

“Burger and fries?”

“Yes. And um…” you hedge.

“Pie?” Steve smirks.

“You know my weakness for diner pie.” You say with your hand over your heart.

Steve grins at you, “Go take a shower.”

“You’re the best, Rogers!” You shout as you grab your bag and shut the bathroom door.

A few hours later you’re stretched out on the bed while Steve lounges on the loveseat. You had found the movie Ever After on the television and had forced him to watch the retelling of Cinderella with you while you both scarfed down burgers and pie.

“Mmmm, happy endings. I love them!” You say as you stretch your muscles from sitting in one position too long. “Did it bore you to death?”

“No, it was cute. I liked it.” Steve yawns.

“Ready to hit the hay?” You get up to brush your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Steve says.

“Steve. That couch is too small for me to even sleep on. You’ll sleep in the bed. It’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“It’s not like we haven’t laid in bed and watched movies together before. Not a big deal to sleep in the same one.” You roll your eyes.

When you're done in the bathroom, you and Steve switch places and you curl up on one side of the bed. Steve glances at you nervously as he gets in the bed next to you and lays on his back stiffly. You stop yourself from giggling, but your smile can’t be contained.

“What?” Steve breaks a small smile when he looks over at you.

“You scared I’m gonna attack you are something? Steal your virtue?” You release the giggle you’ve been holding in.

“No.” Steve rolls to face you. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t, Stevie. I think I’m more comfortable with you than I’ve ever been with anyone.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me, too,” you whisper as you lean over to kiss his cheek but Steve turns his head and your lips meet unexpectedly. You pull back quickly and stare at him in shock. You look into his big blue eyes and realize why none of your dates ever seem to work out. None of them are Steve. None of them can compare in the slightest to the man now staring at you with his feelings written all over his face. “Steve?”

“I love you.” He says firmly, leaving no room for doubt. You do the only thing you can, you kiss him. His mouth melds to your and he pulls you against him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you open to him and he explores your mouth with his tongue.

When Steve pulls back he sees the tears in your eyes but you smile at him, “I love you, too, Stevie.”

A few weeks had passed since that fateful night with Steve. While you hadn’t announced you were dating, you didn’t hide it either. Everyone knew and you were excited for Tony’s party tonight. Steve and you would be making your first official appearance as a couple. You had just put the finishing touches on your ensemble when Steve knocked.

“Come on in, Love. I’m ready.” You turn towards the door excited to see Steve’s reaction to your dress only to find Bucky standing there. “Oh. Sorry, I was expecting Steve.”

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Bucky says quietly as he shuts the door.

“Thanks. I’m sure Cara will look beautiful as always.” You smile nervously.

“We broke up.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah. Last week.” Bucky shrugs.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?” You ask.

“Yeah. She, uh, she said I wasn’t in love with her. She said I wasn’t over you.”

“Why would she say that? We were never a couple.” You stare at Bucky in confusion.

“I told her about us. About how we were before.”

“Oh, but-”

“And she was right, Doll. I’m not over you. I miss you so much. I’m so sorry about before. I was scared and I didn't know how to handle it. I love you. I love you so much. Please tell me it’s not too late.” Bucky looks at you desperately.

“Bucky… I, I don’t. I’m sorry, I don’t feel that way about you. I love Steve. I’m happier than I’ve ever been because of him.”

“Doll, you could be happy with me. Please. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I love you. Please-”

“Bucky! No. Stop this. I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t love you anymore. I’m so sorry to hurt you, but Steve is the love of my life. Nothing and no one could ever compel me to give him up.” You say firmly.

Bucky’s face hardens suddenly, “Then I’m sorry, too, but I’m going to have to tell him about us. Doubt he’ll still want you when he finds out he’s getting sloppy seconds.”

You look at Bucky sadly, knowing he’s lashing out because he’s hurt. “That should tell you how little you really know me or ever knew me if you really think I went into this relationship without him knowing. He knows about our history, Bucky, and he loves me anyway.”

“My best friend? Of everyone, it had to be him?” Bucky’s voice cracks.

“We didn’t plan it, Bucky. We were colleagues and then friends and then… we fell in love. And we’re happy. I want that for you too, Bucky, but it’s not with me. We weren’t meant to be.” You smile to yourself, “I never knew I could love someone as much as I love Steve. I hope you can find that.” You hug Bucky tightly. “You’re a good man, Bucky. You’ll find someone. Someone you’ll love more than you ever thought you could.”

Bucky hugs you tightly to him but lets go when you pull back. You smile at him sadly and he nods before walking towards the door. He turns back with his hand on the knob, “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him.”

You smile and nod your head as Bucky opens the door. He stops short face to face with Steve, who is standing on your threshold. The two men stare at each other for a moment before Steve holds his hand out. Bucky shakes Steve’s hand and nods, “Be good to her.”

“I will be. Always.” Steve says. He closes the door after Bucky leaves.

“Hey Love.” You smile at him and start to move towards him when he holds a hand up to stop you. Your stomach drops at the gesture.

“Stop there. Now turn for me.” Steve’s mouth quirks as he says it. You do a slow turn to show off your dress. “Gorgeous. Come here, sweetheart.” He envelopes you in his arms and you breathe deeply of his scent.

“How much did you hear?”

“Pretty much all of it I think.” Steve pulls back to look at you, “You’re the love of my life, too.”

“I love you. More than I ever knew I could love someone.”

“Wanna skip the party and spend the night in bed?” Steve bobs his eyebrows at you making you giggle.

“Yes, but Tony would probably bust up in here and drag us to the party half-dressed,” you laugh. “Let’s go make our appearance, dance a little, and then you can bring me back here and show me exactly how much you love me.”

“Mmm, I like your plan.” Steve grins as he kisses you.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Demon Brothers Meeting the MC’s Family

I mean, if they have any family at all, what could they even tell them anyway? “Sorry Mom, still in Hell so I won’t make Thanksgiving but I’m doing great though!” This is another long one folks, but I lowkey kind of love it a whole lot. Sooo fun to write. One of my favorite posts so far.

Lucifer

Thinks it's a little weird that they’re so adamant to introduce their family to a literal demon but also kinda gets it. Family is the most important thing to him too.

Is very focused on making a good first impression, from image to attitude. Their approval isn’t going to do jack to stop him from being with the MC but he’d still take pride in being able to charm them for a night. Besides, if the MC cares then so does he.

Has more experience with the human world than the others so he’d know a lot of the do’s and don'ts already. They won’t need to worry about him making some kind of slip up.

Would love the irony if the MC’s family is religious at all. Christian/Jewish especially. May or may not play along with their little rituals but is going to make a lot of thinly veiled, passive-aggressive comments towards his "old man."

Would be most comfortable in a setting where there’s a lot of intellectual discussion or debate. He loves to steer a conversation down towards politics or other controversial things to get a rise out of people. The MC may need to reign him in if that’s a big no-go zone.

Isn’t really going to get along with any younger siblings the MC might have. Either he’s too stiff or too scary. If they’re looking for a playmate, look somewhere else.

Also not going to be particularly fond of any pets they have one way or another. Though he may take a shine to pitbulls or rottweilers because they remind him of Cerberus.

Mammon

You sure about this, MC? Him? Really? Are you really sure? He’s going to think they're crazy but he’s not going to refuse.

Will be so freaking excited if they’re from a well-to-do or, dare say, rich family. So much stuff to steal admire. Yeah, yeah no stealing from the MC’s family, he gets it... He’ll really try his best but it might be good to keep an eye on him.

Surprisingly though, he’s not going to be disgusted if they’re from a poor family either because the dude gets it. Money is hard to come by and things can be tough. He might even… pay... for some stuff while he’s there... You know, if he can. Don’t make a big deal out of it… He's got an image to keep.

He’ll try his best to not come off like a total scumbag and it may actually work. He’s rough around the edges but there’s plenty of chances for his better side to shine through as long as he stays on good behavior.

They will have to be sure that he doesn’t get to talking too much because his dumbass will let it slip that he’s a demon.

Mammon may not love kids but kids love him and any younger siblings are going to do the same. Even if he calls them little gremlins, he’ll let himself get roped into whatever game they’re playing and make it a lot of fun in the process.

Bring on the pets! He’s more of a dog person but he’ll play with a cat too. He may not be as animal-obsessed as Satan but he loves a good furry companion every once in a while.

Leviathan

NOOOOO and you can’t make him!!! A social event involving strangers where he has to make a good impression?? Fuck no, that sounds like actual hell and he doesn’t want anything to do with it!

… But he also can’t just let the MC go back to the human world alone because what if they meet someone better than him and get reminded that they’re with a good-for-nothing otaku…? Okay he's going. But he’s going to pout about it.

His first impression is going to make him come off like a nervous wreck no matter what. There’s really no polishing this bundle of anxiety. The best he can hope for is to ride this thing out until it's done.

Will be pretty quiet and cling to the MC like a life-raft the entire night. Refuses to be left alone with their family in any capacity, he could not handle the awkward silence. If they’re going to the bathroom, then he’s going too damnit.

If they have a pretty nerdy family then he might be a bit more comfortable. Especially if any of their siblings/parents game or are into anime. Steering conversation more towards his comfort zones will help him out a lot...

If they have little siblings who play a lot of video games then he is going to be the coolest person in the world. Period. He knows all the best strategies to practically any game out there, demonic or human. He may even loosen up a little bit and start smiling if he gets to wow an audience with his gaming prowess!

Like Lucifer he’s not going to be all that impressed with pets either way. He’ll think fish are pretty neat and probably even reptiles too but don’t expect him to get too cuddly with a dog or anything.

Satan

Doesn’t hate the idea but agrees that his name is going to have to change if they’re really serious about it. “Hey everybody this is my boyfriend, Satan!” is only going to be appealing to very niche circles...

Like Lucifer, he's going to be mindful of how he comes across. He'd rather the MC's family likes him than didn't, even if it's irrelevant, so expect him to be very polite and sociable. Damn near the perfect gentleman.

… Until something/someone sets off his temper. He may not go full Wrath on the situation but it's probably best to get him out of the room real quick so he can cool down.

Would love if the MC comes from an super educated family but it’s not a must. He's the kind of guy who will ask a lot of questions about any person's profession/skills and how things work regardless of background. He's curious that way.

Either way, he is going to show off his smarts and make sure that their family knows where his intellect is at. He wants them to know that the MC picked someone with a good head on their shoulders, after all.

Best keep him away from small children and bratty teens. He isn't exactly opposed to kids, but it takes one little shit to set him off and NO ONE looks good yelling at someone else's kid. Deserved or not.

Will there be cats? Do you have a cat? Please say you have a cat! He's okay with dogs too but if the MC has a cat this man will be ecstatic. The cat will love him and he will love it right back. Honestly, he's already adopted it. It's his now. Who's MC?

Asmodeus

Baby, you can take him anywhere and he’ll be the life of the party! A little family gathering doesn’t matter to him.

Is going to make sure that the moment he walks through the door the MC's family is in awe of what a catch they've got for themselves. He wants them to be proud of their little MC! To him, that translates to looking good and being fun!

Hope this is a house used to physical affection because he will not (and probably cannot) turn it off. Everyone gets hugs. Everyone.

Extra affectionate the whole night. He'll hold the MC's hand or arm or waist or really any part he can get away with. Kisses on the head and cheek aplenty. He may also lowkey butter up their parents with loads of compliments no matter what situation they're in.

If he's told to cool it on the touching though, he may get offended.

Is going to be better with teenage siblings than little, little ones. The man lives to give dating advice, fashion tips, or makeovers, you name it. Though he has to be careful to mention just human products and not some of the stuff he has back home.

Animal fur on his clothes? After he dressed himself so carefully?? No thanks. You can have your cute puppy or your little kitty. He'll take pictures, but he's probably not going pet much.

Beelzebub

Is honestly kind of honored by the suggestion. The MC is already a part of his family so it only seems natural to make him part of theirs. Though he has some reservations, mostly around his appetite...

He doesn't go up to the human world very much because it's really hard for him to stay fed. He's well-known enough in the Devildom that restaurants know what to expect when he walks in. Not so much up there.

Arrange the meeting around a state fair, festival, or carnival where the food is plentiful and he's golden. Hopefully their family won't be too disturbed by how bottomless his stomach is…

Beel is a sweetheart through and through but his lack of knowledge about how the human world, or humans in general, work might come back to bite him. He may need a little 101 about human manners before going.

Truthfully, their family is in for a real treat! This giant may look intimidating, but he's as gentle as they come. The kind of guy who will carry their grandmother’s bags with a smile on his face just for the sake of being helpful. 10/10 Sweetie, mother will approve.

Ooooh little kids are going to love Beel. He'll let their siblings hang off of him like a jungle gym. Will also play games with them if they want him to. Doesn't matter to him, their family is his family too and he wants to see them all happy.

Man wants dogs. Preferably big ones that he can rough-house with but little dogs he can cuddle work too. Do remind him that he can't just rip a whole-ass branch off a tree to play fetch like you could with Cerberus.

Belphegor

Really? You want that? Lol, okay but no promises. This is pretty much the equivalent of sticking two unlabeled chemicals together in a beaker and leaning in to see what happens. Who knows, but now you're stuck in the middle of it.

He's not going to try especially hard to make a good impression or change himself in any way. If their family is into people who are kind of chill and sarcastic then he'll get along swimmingly. If they were expecting more of a Satan type, yeah. No. He's not holding open any doors.

Won't be taking the whole thing all that seriously to be honest, like, what are a bunch of humans going to do if they don’t like him? Tell MC? They're certainly not going to be able to make him leave. He's humoring them at best, even if he's nice, so why bother fussing about it?

Might be a disrespectful little troll at times like pretending to fall asleep or making casual jokes like "Oh no, ma'am. I'm not all that comfortable with that cross over there because I'm a demon. …. Got ya, didn’t I? That'd be silly." *shit-eating grin*

Would appreciate a quiet, slightly introverted family the most. He's going to start getting annoyed if people in the house are too loud and may speed the whole thing along as a result.

Kids are things he'd rather avoid than have to interact with, but if pressed he will humor the little ones too. Don't expect him to do a whole lot of moving, though. If they're happy to just show him things that he can semi-pay attention to, that works for him.

MC has a pet? Is it fluffy? Is it lazy? Bring'em here. Like Beel, he likes big dogs but would rather just bury his face in fluff than try to wrestle it. He may actually fall asleep with them if they lay still enough for it.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #whoyoubringinghome?

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drwcn · 4 years

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maybe after today’s acls training i can finally write that chengqing ER oneshot.

— “Patient male, mid-twenties, motor vehicle collision, eta 3 mins”

— “What no vitals? No GCS? ETA 3 mins? Who’s on the paramedic team?!”

— “No one….Dr. Lu hit someone with her car on her way out of the hospital.”

【A Midnight Conversation in Your Local ER】- Complete

[1]

The night hunt had gone to shits.

That much was undeniable.

Jiang Cheng heard the panicked shout of his disciples just as he saw the array that he had stepped on.

Fuck.

The ghost of an once mediocre demonic cultivator wanna-be was going to bring Jiang Cheng, Jiang Wanyin - the Sandu Shengshou - to meet his maker. The irony of the situation would be laughable, if he wasn’t so irrevocably screwed.

That was his last thought before his entire body was engulfed by a blinding light and the world he knew disappeared.

The ground beneath his feet gave away, weightlessness paralyzing his body though he did not fall. He felt…launched, his body warping and squeezing and stretching, the air sucked from his lungs into the endless black vacuum.

But just like that it was over. Jiang Cheng barely had time to make peace with his death before his feet touch solid earth again.

Or at least….he thought it was earth, this black, tarry hard thing striped with yellow and white. He stared at it dumbly, breathless and disoriented, barely able to react when a loud blare assaulted his senses and his world went blindly bright yet again.

This time there was pain.

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu, ready to fight, but then his head hit the ground and everything went dark. When he woke up again, an indeterminate amount of time later, he was in a small tube and had a distinct feeling he was not wearing pants, socks or shoes.

How the fuck do you ‘scan’ a cat???

[2]

Method actor. The nurse, from the other side of the curtain, mouthed silently.

“Sir, can you tell me your name.”

“Jiang Cheng, Jiang Wangyin.”

The resident paused, awkwardly contemplating how to continue. “Uh…..which is it? Jiang Cheng or Jiang Wanyin?”

“Jiang Cheng, zi Wanyin.”

“Traditional parents?” The resident tried to crack a joke, but it fell flat. The strange man stared up at him with a blank look in his eyes and a frown that was rapidly deteriorating into a scowl. The resident cleared his throat and cast his eyes back onto his clipboard. “Uh, ahem, just the name on your ID please.”

“My what?"

"Your personal ID….like a driver’s license?”

“Cultivators of the gentry fly on swords or ride horses. We do not rely on carriage valets.”

“Eh… right. Uhm, can you tell me how old you are and what year it is.”

“I’m 39, and the year is jiachen.”

Lu Qi frowned from where she stood by the door, arms crossed, watching her resident and medical student work. 39? He looks like a college student. But he also thinks he can fly, so I guess age is the least of our worries.

“Jiachen.…?”

The M3 fished his phone out from his scrub pocket pocket and typed it in. “Sounds like the ganji system, like an old timey way to record year used in the past.” He whispers clandestinely to the resident.

“….Right. And uh, do you where you are?”

The man scowled at him. “Am I supposed to?”

The resident scribbled something on the chart, and then looked up with a plastered awkward smile. “Well, thank you Mr. Jiang for your patience. Wang Fei here is the medical student on our team. He’s going to stay and ask you a couple more questions if you don’t mind. Afterwards we’ll confer with our attending and the team will be back to see you shortly.”

As he turned away, the R3 grimaced and shared a look with Lu Qi, who was the youngest attending physician in their ER, but was not technically working at the moment and so was not on the case. And technically, as the perpetrator who hit Jiang Cheng with her car, she had a severe conflict of interest.

At least this Jiang Cheng dude didn’t seem keen on pressing personal charges against her for MVA or suing the hospital in general… but that being said…

Yeah, they’re going to need a psych consult.

Unless he’s on acid.

Well… okay, psych consult either way.

[3]

"It’s okay, you can relax.” Jiang Cheng said, waving dismissively at the woman standing by his bedside. “I’m not going to take you to the magistrate for hitting me with your carriage - car. You didn’t mean to, and I just came out of nowhere.”

“....Thank you.”

“You’re not Wen Qing. I know that now. Your name is Lu Qi. You can call off those psychia - psych - psychics - head healers - or whatever, I’m not crazy. It’s not my fault, you just… look so much like someone I used to know."

"Wen Qing.” Lu Qi echoed.

“Yeah. Wen Qing. She was a healer - a doctor - like you, but different.”

“I see. What happened to her?"

"She died. Almost twenty years ago."

"I'm sorry... that's awful.” Lu Qi’s response rolled off her tongue so well, because she had said those word a thousand times during her residency. So much so that it no longer had much meaning to her. Tonight however, she meant what she said. “Were you two close?"

"No, well…yes, maybe. No we weren’t exactly friends if that’s what you’re asking. She...operated on me. Without my consent or knowledge. Took my brother’s golden core and put it in me and then lied with my brother to my face about it. So no we weren’t “close”, but Wen Qing saved my life - well the purpose of it anyway. Saved me from a life of ordinariness.”

Lu Qi did allow herself to dwell too much on what the fuck a “golden core” was, because her gut response was almost instantaneous. “That’s shitty of her.”

She clamped down on her tongue.

God, why did I have to say that? To his face?! He was obviously in love with this Wen Qing person and they were encroaching on some dangerous emotional territories, but Lu Qi swallowed down her caution and plowed on nevertheless. There were things she felt she had to say, and since she’d already hit him with her car, how much worse could this shit get? “What I mean is she shouldn’t have. Not without telling you. Besides...there’s nothing wrong with ordinary.”

Jiang Cheng chuckled bitterly. “Maybe you’re right. Still...she didn’t deserve to die. What her clan did was not her fault.”

Now that threw Lu Qi off. Did this guy...kill her?

Lu Qi half wondered if she stumbled upon a Yakuza-esque member whose psyche finally snapped after years of murder and violence. And yet, he seemed perfectly coherent, no flight of ideas, no tangential thought, no hallucations. Even his delusions seemed...logical.

I must be the one losing, damnit.

Jiang Cheng scratched a little at his chest, as if palpating for the “golden core” that he spoke of. "She saved my life, but when she needed help, I couldn't save her. But, if I were to go back… I can't say I'll choose differently. My clan needed me, my clan who was almost cleansed by hers. No, no I wouldn’t choose differently. I don’t regret my choices, but I am sorry. Sorry to her, sorry to my brother. I'll always be sorry that she died, and that I failed her when she needed me."

Jiang Cheng had no idea why he was telling this stranger any of this, but maybe after twenty years, he was finally ready to address this guilt that he lived with. I mean who else was he supposed to tell? Jin Ling? It was nice, to have that face as an audience, receiving his words of confession.

"She would forgive you."

Lu Qi had no idea why she was offering absolution as if she had authority in this matter, but when she said it, the conviction she felt was so real, it was almost as though some external force was acting through her.

Which was ridiculous of course, but...

"How do you know? You're not her." Jiang Cheng shook his head. “I wouldn’t forgive me.”

"No, but you said she was a physician. So she should know, more than most, that sometimes there is no choosing who gets to live or die."

Jiang Cheng fell quiet at that, and his gaze grew distant. Lu Qi thought perhaps he was no longer seeing her as she was in front of him - white coat, scrubs, stethoscope - but someone entirely different. The tension he held in his shoulders slowly eased, and he sighed. In the silence that stretched between them, Lu Qi hoped that this strange man with his strange past could find a sliver of peace.

[4]

— Did you love her?

— I thought so, foolishly, but maybe I didn’t. Even if I did, it was not well enough.

— Do you love her still?

— No... I don’t know. It’s been too long...but sometimes, late at night when Lotus Pier is quiet, I think I do.

...

— Are you ashamed of it?

...

— No. No I’m not.

[5]

The patient known as Jiang Cheng left AMA, that is, against medical advice. It was the term they used sometimes for people who just up and leave without informing the team.

Lu Qi had gone out to check on his labs, which came back with bonker numbers (I mean really, a hemoglobin of 455, sodium of 200, and a HCO3 of like...3?), but Jiang Cheng was gone from Bay 6 when she returned. The nurse made the overhead page, a code yellow was called, but four hours later, Lu Qi was ready to admit that she was never going to see this Jiang Cheng ever again.

Somehow, she was okay with that. She had said what needed to be said.

Her chief had given her a call on her cell and told her to go home and sleep. The guy didn’t look like he was gonna press charges, let’s count our blessings and move on. But the night had just been too damn strange that Lu Qi was all wired up from it and couldn’t possibly fall asleep. She had handover at 10 anyway. There was a change of clothes and toiletries in her bag. She could always take a shower in the anesthesia staff’s on call room and sleep until then.

Dr. Sun was the anesthesia staff on-call tonight and was currently stuck in trauma OR. They were buddies since medschool; she’d understand.

Sighing, Lu Qi took a seat on the bench across from the bougie cafe in the lobby of the hospital. At this hour, it was the only one still open in the entire facility. The drinks they sold cost an arm and a leg, but Lu Qi needed the pick-me-up after the night she had.

As she nursed the last bit of her matcha latte, two bickering voices pulled her attention to the front entrance.

“Aiyo, A-Liang I already said I’m fine! I don’t need to be here!”

“Fuck out of here with that bullshit, Chen Zhaoxi. You fell off the fucking roof! If Wu Kun hadn’t called me, you’d have gone on -”

It was him! Lu Qi shot up. It was Jiang Cheng!

But no...no it wasn’t him. The well-dressed man dragging the second man (dressed in red pajamas) into the hospital was not Jiang Cheng. He had the same face - chiselled, handsome, scowling - but it wasn’t him. For one, his hair was trimmed short and neat, unlike Jiang Cheng who looked like he walked straight out of a BL xianxia tv drama. Secondly, his face was softer, eyes younger, and he couldn’t have been older than Lu Qi herself in her early thirties.

“I was just trying to get to the litter of kittens trapped -”

“Yes, yes, and it was very heroic and I’m sure it would’ve made Wu Kun very horny, and you morons probably would’ve fucked once he got home had you not made a valiant attempt at breaking your neck -”

“Excuse me,” the security guard manning the information desk chastised sharply. “It’s 4am. This is a hospital! Lower your voices, sirs.”

“Sorry.” The men apologized sheepishly.

Then, A-Liang, Jiang Cheng’s doubleganger asked, “Could you please direct us to the ER? This is my brother, he fell off a roof.”

Lu Bin had no idea what possessed her to interject. “I can take you there.”

All eyes fell on her. She walked towards them, heart pounding.

This can’t be happening, this kind of thing just can’t happen...

A-Liang’s face broke into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Miss -” Then his gaze trailed to her badge, and he corrected himself, “Dr. Lu. I’m Shen Liang. This is my brother Chen Zhaoxi. I think he fractured...well multiple things, please help him.”

“Of course, come with me. Let’s get him a wheelchair. If he fractured is leg, he probably shouldn’t be walking.”

“I didn’t fracture -”

“You, you shut up.” Shen Liang rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. He can lose three out of four limbs and say ‘ t’s but a flesh wound’.”

Lu Qi couldn’t help but chuckle as she put an arm under the complaining Chen Zhaoxi and helped him towards the wheelchair.

Shen Liang’s smile widened.

[Extra]

“Holy shit, took you long enough!”

When Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui finally dragged Jiang Cheng to their portal site, Jiang Cheng realized that the transportation talisman had created a channel through realities between what looked like two metal garbage dumpsters in a back alley behind a food establishment marked by giant yellow bunny ears.

Standing guard there, Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen were each munching on a strange layered bread and holding tall drinks contained in...what was it called again? Right. Styrofoam.

“What is that?” Jin Ling wrinkled is nose at it. Brat.

“It’s a Big Mac.” Replied Lan Jingyi as if Jin Ling was stupid. “And this is a milk shake.”

Jin Ling scowled. “I said the bag of gold I gave you was for emergencies.”

“Yeah but we were hungry.” Ouyang Zizhen defended. He neglected to tell them that the cashier had refused to accept the gold and instead asked for “cash” or “card”, neither of which they had, so Zizhen used a liiiiil confounding talisman he learned from Wei Wuxian. They did leave more than enough gold though...and that ought to cover the restaurant’s cost for their “burger”lary . Reaching into the brown paper bag he held under one arm, Zizhen pulled out a little box that opened to show pieces of... something. “These are chicken nuggets. They’re delicious! Try one! They’re really good with this sauce....hold on...”

Lan Sizhui sighed. “We don’t have time for this. The portal will close soon. Let’s get Jiang-zongzhu home and we can sample these exotic food later.”

The boys agreed.

Jiang Cheng shook his head and huffed.

#cql #the untamed #chengqing #wen qing #jiang cheng #a midnight conversation in your local er #cql ficlet #corie fics

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marvelmymarvel · 4 years

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My Brother (Part 3)

Hisoka x Reader x Chrollo

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Synopsis: Being dragged to heavens arena was always a fun time, especially when you were able to watch your lover fight. Things were going well until you saw Gon, and then things began to crumble.

A/n: Alright you little gremlins (said with much love btw), instead of doing homework I’m giving you what you want.... I just cleaned my bathroom and bedroom, so why not procrastinate some more. I’m sorry for being away, like I said work + undergraduate school + graduate school is hard, but thanks for sticking around!

Song (I recommend you listen to it for the feels, k?): (slowed down) Lay all your love on me (Link: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=E1euGyozmmQ&feature=share)

“Damnit, Y/n... You should have grabbed an umbrella” A man passed by quickly, giving you a strange look as you talked to yourself loud enough for him to hear over the thunder rumbling above. He didn’t offer you his umbrella, instead he quickly scurried past. You were halfway to the meeting point when the rain started, and it only got worse the closer you got. By the time you reached the corner, you were drenched and shivering violently by yourself. Where was he? Chrollo said that he would arrive at 10 but it was now 10:30.

Sighing, you pushed your body up against the brick building and fished in your pocket for your phone. Bringing it out you soon realized that it was dead, “God damnit” you whimpered out as your fingers gripped the useless phone, anger and distress filling your veins as more lightning struck overhead. Jumping at the clap of thunder, the phone fell from your tight grasp and landed face down in a puddle of dirty water.

You should have just stayed home...

“Son of a-”

“Rough night?”

Another flash of lightning illuminated the form in front of you and the clap of thunder followed immediately after, causing you to jump and squeak in surprise. The force of your jump caused you to stumble back, your ass falling into the same puddle where your phone laid. Tears pricked in your eyes, frustration prickling your skin as everything came crashing down. You seemed to have forgotten the man above you as you shoved your face into your hands, wanting to hide away from the world for just a bit.

The man sighed, reminding you that he was still standing above you, “You’ll catch a cold... Where's your jacket and umbrella?” You brought your face from your hands, a sense of serenity filling your body as the familiar, warm voice bounced around your skull.

“Chrollo” you whimpered out as he took your shaking hands in his, “You’re freezing my love, where's your head?” he whispered out before yanking you up onto your feet. You didn’t answer, embarrassed by the state that he found you in, but it wasn’t like this was the first time. Chrollo bent down and picked up your damaged phone, clicking his tongue in distaste at the look of its shattered screen. Water poured out of its crevices, only confirming that it was no longer fixable and you would have to get a new one.

“I’ll have to buy you a new phone... Always the damsel”

Your lip quivered at his teasing tone, you knew he didn’t mean it but you always hated when the Phantom Troupe compared you to a damsel in distress. You could handle yourself damnit!! But right now...

Well right now you couldn’t.

“I failed” you sobbed out as you ripped your cold fingers from his warm ones, shoving them deeply into your soaked locks as you began to pace. Chrollo watched silently as you muttered on about how you failed and why you didn’t deserve help, and while he was upset at you for beating yourself up over this... He couldn’t help but smile at the way you looked.

Your hair was soaking wet and messy, a tell tale sign that you had been running your fingers through it despite it being a tangled mess thanks to the rain. Your cheeks were flushed, but he couldn’t tell if it was because of your tears or the fact that your body was trying to warm up in the cold. You looked so vulnerable and you absolutely confirmed that the ‘damsel in distress’ title was true...

But man, did he love you.

You stopped pacing, finishing your self degrading rampage in its tracks. Chrollo watched, waiting to see if you would start up again, but once he heard the sniffles he knew you were done. The sound of him walking towards you made you look up at him sadly, half expecting him to leave you for being so pathetic. Yet the little smile on his face made your heart race faster the closer he got. His warm hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away at the mixture of your tears and the rain before it would reach your jaw.

“Are you done?”

Your eyebrows scrunched together, embarrassment bubbling under your skin as you averted your gaze. How pathetic, this only proved that you didn’t belong around these people. “I don't belong here” you whispered out, eyes still focused on the ground below you. You could feel him watching you intensely above, only causing you to shrink further into yourself. “I cant even protect my brother from Hisoka, I don't belong here”

A chuckle sounded out, causing you to shut your eyes in pain. He was laughing at you, mocking you, taunting you... He was just like Hisoka, how stupid could you have been-

“You don't belong with him” his warm breath cascaded over your frozen ear lobe as his lips brushed the skin softly. A shiver ran down your spine as you stood there in shock, repeating his words over and over again in your head as another flash of lightning illuminated the sky. Despite the chill in your bones, the heat radiating from his body began to warm you up as he took you into his arms. Shock was evident on your face, but he didn’t stop and instead only pulled you in deeper.

He towered over you, causing your chest to press into his as your back arched with his arm. Your breathing became labored as you felt him press warm kisses against your frigid skin, causing goosebumps to rise along the entire expanse of your flesh. This felt different, this felt different than what Hisoka ever did with you... It wasn't sexual or needy.

It was romantic.

“I can’t promise that I can protect your brother... But I can keep an eye on Hisoka and have some troupe members watch after him as well. As for you, I think its best if you stay close to your brother and keep in touch with me” Relief washed over you, tears threatening to fall as you shoved your face into his neck. This was it, this was all you wanted. It wasn’t a promise of safety, but it was a promise of not being left alone.

You weren’t alone anymore.

Pulling away, you looked up at him with grateful eyes. Love was swimming in his orbs, he hoped you could see that. But there was something else he needed to do, something he had been wanting to do for years. “Do you know how much I love you?” your eyes widened at the words, hands shaking in his as he backed up a bit to get a better look at you.

“N-no?” you stuttered out as you tried to avert your gaze once more from his piercing blue eyes. He hummed at your reaction, thumb caressing your knuckles as he leaned down to look into your eyes. “I hope to show you some day” his whisper was quiet but he didn’t give you time to react as his lips came down onto yours.

The world fell quiet around you, the only sound being the thumping of your heart against your rib cage. His lips moved slowly, as if he was trying to savor you in this moment. Your arms wrapped around his neck in response, ignoring the way that the rain fell around you and instead falling deeper into his embrace.

“Achoo!”

Your head snapped away, sneezing violently and effectively ruining the mood. Now you were really upset about not brining an umbrella. Chrollo chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Lets get you back to your brother, I don't want you getting any sicker than you probably already are.”

You nodded, pulling your body out of his embrace in order to start walking back to the arena. He quickly grabbed your hand back, gripping it tightly in his as he walked beside you through the rain. Hisoka never deserved you, but he did.

And he was going to prove it to you.

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charlettebffxiv · 3 years

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Prompt #1: Foster

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Maxim was not very good at looking fierce, or strict, or any kind of intimidating. Elezen or not, he couldn’t cut a visage worth a shiver if he’d been draped in Wood Wailer’s armour. “I’m not! You are just making no sense, at all. In fact, I think you might even be lying.” Charlette was terrible at lying. Especially when the ‘right’ answer was practically hammering it’s very-correct fists against the back of her teeth, stuck in a fake smile as they were. “You don’t have lashes long enough to flutter, so stop trying.” Oh, that cut a little. Not that Charlette was too concerned with the quality of her lashes. But she was, a little bit, after he said that. “I still don’t know what you mean. What even is that? It looks like a linkpearl, but it’s a funny colour isn’t it?” Maxim held one of the devices in the flat of his palm, he’d fished it out of a pocket moments before confronting Charlette. The dark-purple linkpearls used by Cult that her order… former order, had long since defeated. Allegedly. She knew all this, which is why she was attempting to lie to her friend.

“C’mon Charlette! I found it in your pack, you know what it is. I’m not stupid, and you aren’t convincing. Don’t give me that Archives run-around, I’m from Willow’s Heart, just like you. I know what’s under the library, just because I was never allowed inside doesn’t mean I just forget that you were!” Maxim’s attempts at intimidation had melted, he was verbally pouting now. By the twitch of his rather delicate lips, he may just do so soon. Since he’d dropped the act, so would Charlette. “And if you know all these things, smart Master Botanist Maxim, then you also know the reason you don’t know is you aren’t allowed, to know.” awkward retorts aside, she was being truthful. “Yes, but you are!” and then came that pout. It was not going to work. “I am. Or was. Might be again, depending. But so what?” Charlette turned away, they still had work to do before this sun was done, and Maxim’s curiosity was not going to distract her away from it. These worms weren’t going to jar themselves, and neither was the soil they’d be living in. Grabbing a handful of the dark, moist dirt she lets it crumble between her fingers, falling loosely into the glass container. All to the backdrop of Maxim’s long, whinging “Pleeeeeaaaasee!” The man was remarkably persistent. “I missed out on my chance to look inside the very special hidey-hole, being second born and all, but you’re technically in a grey area, right? They’re still, uh, y’know. Looking into it?” now he’s suddenly going to take care with his words? “Nice save. Yes, technically I am in a grey area where it’s all concerned. But not when it comes to keeping the archives secrets. Especially this one!” a soiled finger points to the linkpearl, still clutched tight in Maxim’s fingers. “Aha! So you do know what it’s all about?” his triumphant tone is both obnoxious and endearing. “Someone’s proud of themself. Yes, I know. Still not going to tell you.” and he deflates, now Charlette’s the one wearing an obnoxious, hopefully endearing smirk. “Aww. You just like holding all the cards!” “I do. Very much. You’ve spent Moons telling me what to do, and pointing out my mistakes, and making sure I don’t-” Maxim cuts in, quick as can be. “Making sure you don’t blow-up us up with fertilizer or poison our grub stocks? That you don’t choke the tadpoles in the pond by clogging up the fountains? You’re welcome by the way. You can show your gratitude by telling me-” “No, damnit!” The cutter was cut, Maxim snapping his mouth closed so quickly his teeth clacked together like iron sheers. “Sorry, it’s just. I can’t, Maxim. None of us can. Current Order members, retired, instructors, keepers, the librarian or even me. Miss grey-area, waiting to see if I’m being kicked-out, put back to work, or looking at a life trapped in Willow’s Heart for ‘my own safety’. Bah.” The jar she’d been stuffing was packed far too tight. She knew because Maxim had grabbed it, and her hand, to bring a stop to her jamming soil into it. It was heavy, like a brick, and any more pressure from her she’d be turning it into clay. “It’s going to be fine, you know that. Right?” soft, reassuring. Or at least that’s what he was trying to do. But, it was not. “You have no idea how it all works Maxim. And, if I were you, knowing what I know? I’d be grateful for that fact.” cold, glass-like smoothness touches the inside of Charlette’s palm. She looks down, the darkened linkpearl. Placed there by Maxim. “I don’t, but I’ve had a long, lovely time with you because of their orders. So I know you. And I don’t see any reason for them not to be desperate to have you back out there, keeping us all safe from weird things, and weird people, and weird-weirdness that can’t be explained.'' Well, even Charlette had to admit, that was reassuring. Or, maybe just charming. Doesn’t matter. “Thanks, flattery does always make me feel much better. Probably because I-” “Deserve it?” “Let me finish my sentences!” “Tell me about the linkpearl! Please! I’ll do half your jars for you?” “No! And I’m already half done. If I don’t help you, you’ll never be finished before sundown.” “True! Tell me about it while we finish up? I’ll buy you a lemon tartlet from the bakery tomorrow?” “No. But I’ll take the tartlet.” “You’ll have to stop fostering that air of mystery, just a little bit, to earn it!” Charlette heaved out a heavy sigh. This was never going to end. “Do you know what an aether replication device is?” Maxim’s eyes went wide, he moved in close enough to bump shoulders with her, dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “No! What’s that?” and she had him. For now, at least. The linkpearl slipped into a pocket, out of sight, and hopefully out of his mind.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv writing

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generic-cleric · 3 years

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Session 27: Curse of Strahd

Things are picking up in the campaign, so I thought I would start making write ups / summaries for the sessions!

Spoilers for Curse of Strahd below:

The Feast of Saint Alexei Part I: Bad Moon Rising

So, the party thought they were gonna have a nice chill day of shopping before the Festival of the Blazing Sun tomorrow. It was about noon when Ireena contacted them via sending stone, notifying them that the holy bones that hallow the grounds of Saint Alexi have been stolen!

Since Bedlam doesn't do churches, he stops by Blinsky's to pick up a toy he commissioned. He finds Blinsky bruised, bloodied, and hysterical. After calming him down, Bedlam discovers that a stranger came in asking about Arabelle and roughed him up pretty bad. Arabelle came out of hiding to confront the man, and that's where she got nabbed! The man didn't get out unscathed though, for he lost an ear to Piccolo. My party has been building very strong bonds and relationships with Arabelle and Blinsky since they got to Vallaki, so this was absolutely devastating.

With a fire under their asses, Bedlam, Piccolo, and Veledrel book it to the church to pick up Ireena, fearing for her safety while Vondal and Okrin start following leads regarding the missing bones.

Bedlam and Veledrel make a quick stop at the Vistani camp to pick up Jander and introduce him to Ireena, and to explain that she might be living with him for the unforeseeable future. They high-tail it back to town to reconvene with the other two.

Meanwhile Vondal and Okrin's gathered information leads them to the Orphanage where they discover a horrible slimey thing living within the walls and causing sickness and death to it's inhabitants. (One of it's occupants being Frederick, a little boy who's side adventure deserves its own write up.) The two groups finally meet back up and decide to tackle the Arabelle situation first.

They are led from one place to the next, eventually ending up at the lake. There they can see Bluto the fisherman sitting alone in his boat. All is quiet until he throws that screaming burlap sack over the edge, into the water where a tentacle monster is known to ominously lurk. It was an absolute mad dash to save her, but they did it! 3 out of 3 successes on that skill challenge!

Arabelle shivers and huddles close to Ireena. The entirety of the boat is radiating with hot rage. Eyes burning and boring into this monster that would commit such atrocities against a vistani child and their friend.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!" The Goliath Palidan screams brandishing his battle axe at the hunched over man staring into dead space.

He only muttered under his breath in disbelief "..it said it would bring the fish back. It said it would bring the fish back if I… it said.."

"GODS DAMNIT" Okrin howls and the axe bites hard into the edge of the boat next to the man. As the Druid helps push the boat to shore in the form of an octopus, Bedlam goat-kicks Bluto over the edge and into the dark waters, sparing Arabelle from having to curse him and potentially making some kind of emotional mistake. Tentacles wrap around the screaming man and drag him under, leaving nothing but bubbles behind. The party discusses potentially paying off his tab to the Martikovs, for they would hate for that really nice family to suffer at the expense of that asshole.

With that fiasco behind them, they move forward. Jander carries Arabelle home and returns to the party with a prophecy she spouted off in her sleepy stupor:

“Resting peacefully in hands of bone, a dragon sleeps in a forgotten home. A haunted house of dead’s unrest, forever tormented by an unending quest.”

Which I'm sure they've forgotten by now.

They evacuate the children and Miss Claudia out of the Orphanage so they can burn out the Oblex. Ireena shows off her cool new casting abilities she picked up while training at the church and they are able to successfully deal with the creature.

The rest of the information that Milivoj gives them takes them to the Stockyard, which then leads them to the Coffin Maker's shop. They swarm that bitch like a SWAT team. Henrik won't give them the answers they are looking for, so they conduct a search and, surprise, surprise, trigger the Feast.

#cos #Curse of Strahd #Ravenloft #Barovia #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #session summary #session write up #screaming into the ether #Ireena Kolyana #Jander Sunstar #5e #Strahd von Zarovich

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The Introverted Twin

Summary - Being John B’s bookish twin isn’t easy. Especially with my best friend, Pope, being weird about me getting closer with JJ.

Flashbacks in italics

Warning: Mild smut at the end 😁

Catch up here: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

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Chapter 5

When I get back to the Chateau, I run inside to find JJ. John B calls out for me but I ignore him. I’m on a mission and not even my brother can stop me. Once I determine JJ isn’t at my house, I jump back in the van and drive to the beach. I finally find him 30 minutes later sitting alone on a pier, lost in his own thoughts.

I give myself a pep talk and remember what Sarah told me. I walk over and sit beside him, nervously reaching out to take his hand.

“Hi JJ,” I start tentatively. “I’m sorry I ran from you earlier.”

“It’s ok, Y/N,” he mutters. It makes me anxious that he is using my real name. “It’s probably best that you left.”

“J, what’s wrong?” JJ’s eyes are red and tears are streaming down his face.

“John B and I got into it after you left. He called me out on some stuff and then told me to leave.”

“Was it about me?” I whisper, afraid that I’m the source of his pain.

He doesn’t answer but turns to look at me. I reach out to brush away his tears and he shudders at my touch. We get lost in each other’s eyes for a few minutes. His are filled with emotion but he looks so conflicted. I’m overcome with the desire to kiss him, but I can’t risk doing that until I know where he stands.

“JJ, you’ve known me for a long time,” I begin anxiously. “You know that I have a hard time expressing how I feel, especially when it’s something big. But it’s you so I’m going to take a leap of faith. Is that ok?”

“Sunshine, you can tell me anything.” JJ gently squeezes my hand to encourage me.

“I… umm, shit, ok… I… damnit, I don’t know why I can’t just say what I want to,” I exclaim, frustrated with myself.

“How about I go first? Give you some time to find the words?”

I can only nod in response, frozen in my own anxiety. He’s staring into my eyes and it’s the most intimate moment of my life. It feels like he’s boring into my soul and I’m worried he won’t like what he sees.

“I want you,” he confesses. “All of you. Your amazing brain, your beautiful heart, your gorgeous eyes. I want every part of you even though I know I shouldn’t. I know that you deserve so much more than I can give you. You are supposed to be the one to get out of here and I would be an anchor around your waist. I’ve been trying to push this down and let you go. But then you look at me like you are right now and it takes everything in me not to kiss you.”

His admission gives me the boost of confidence I need to act. Before I can think too much about it, I lean in and kiss him. His lips are salty from the ocean and his tears, but they are soft and gentle. Our lips move together slowly at first and I feel his hand reach up to cradle my cheek. His thumb brushes along my jaw while he runs his tongue along my lower lip. I open my mouth to give him access and he deepens the kiss as my hands reach up to run my fingers through his hair. When we break apart to catch our breath, I lean my forehead to his and sigh in contentment.

“JJ, I think I’m in love with you,” I whisper.

“But I’m not good enough for you, Sunshine,” he whines as he pulls back from me.

“I’m the only person who gets to decide who’s good enough for me. And you’re the person I want. You pull me out of shell and pay attention to the details of my life. You planned this amazing trip to the planetarium for us even though I haven’t talked about going in at least a year. You can tell when and why I get lost in my own head and help me come back to reality. You make me laugh more than anyone else. You have this vision of yourself as a fuck up who isn’t worthy of love. But that’s so wrong. You are so amazing.”

JJ stares at me in awe. I can see that he’s trying to process everything I just said so I give him a minute. Without warning, he stands up and drags me up with him. He continues holding my hand as he walks down the pier back to the beach. We walk in silence for a while and I begin to get anxious. Suddenly, he stops walking and moves to stand in front of me.

“Sunshine, John B basically banned me from dating you,” JJ tells me as he looks down to the sand.

“Wait, what?! That chauvinistic ass! He does not get to dictate my life.” John B has always tried to protect me but this is way out of bounds.

“Let me explain a little better... After you left the Chateau, I went inside to find out where you were going. John B said he wanted to talk to me.”

“Dude, what’s the deal with you and my sister?” John B can’t unsee the confused expression on Y/N’s face when he asked if something was going on between them.

“I like her, JB, a lot,” JJ admits. “But nothing has happened between us. Sometimes I think she likes me too but then she pulls back. I don’t know, man.”

“JJ, you can’t fuck around with Y/N,” John B knows JJ wouldn’t intentionally hurt his sister, but he also knows that JJ has never committed more than one night to a girl. “You know her, and you know how you are with girls. You can’t just mack on her and then disappear. That would kill her.”

“Bro, that is not what I want.” JJ run his hand through his hair, trying to contain his temper. He can’t believe his best friend thinks that he would do that. “She isn’t the type of girl that you just mack on.”

“What happens when it falls apart? You’re my best friend but it doesn’t mean I won’t beat your ass when you hurt her.”

“Why do you think I’m going to hurt her? I’m not stupid. I know how special she is.”

“Right, she has a chance to get out of here,” John B responds quickly. He has always known that his sister’s destiny is outside the Outer Banks. “She’s crazy smart but once she commits to something, she doesn’t let it go. I don’t want her to get stuck here.”

“I don’t want to hold her back! I want more for her than this bullshit, scrimping and scraping all the time to make ends meet.”

“But she’ll stay” John B explains. “For you, she’ll stay, and she’ll never do all the shit she wants to.”

“I could go with her,” JJ pleads, unsure if he’s trying to convince his best friend or himself. “I could be part of that life.”

“JJ come on. You and I, we’re lifers here. You can’t drag her down to our level. Go think about it before you do anything stupid. I need to try to find my sister.”

I am shocked at my brother’s behavior. Shocked that he would say such hurtful things to his best friend. He knows the verbal abuse that JJ gets from his father. Why the hell would he add fuel to that fire?

“JJ, listen to me,” I tell him as I gently grab his cheeks. “Do you want to be with me? And I don’t want you to think about the reasons why you think you shouldn’t. Just a yes or no.”

“Yes, of course I do,” JJ replies earnestly. “But –”

“No buts, JJ. If you want to be with me and I want to be with you, that’s enough. The rest of the shit will get figured out.”

“What about JB and Pope?”

“I’ll deal with them. John B was right about one thing, though. Once I’m in, I’m all in. Before I fully commit, I need to know that you aren’t going to bail. Are you in this for real?”

JJ pulls me in for a passionate kiss. He’s holding my face gently with both hands and claiming me as his own. He tilts my face slightly to gain deeper access as he slowly slides one hand down to my neck and the other down to my lower back to pull me closer. With my whole body pressed against his and his tongue exploring my mouth, every part of me feels like it’s on fire. I place my hands against his chest and roam over his rippling muscles, trying to memorize every dip and curve. He slowly pulls back and returns both of his hands to my face.

“I am in, 100%. Let’s go back to my place to figure all of this out. My dad is out on a fishing trip so we don’t need to worry about him.”

“JJ, we can go to the Chateau,” I tell him, thinking he’s anxious about seeing my brother again. “I told you I’ll deal with John B.”

“Sunshine, can we just have some time together before we bring our whole world into this?” The idea of alone time with JJ sends a shiver through my body. It feels like we are in our own delicate bubble and I realize that I’m not ready for that bubble to pop yet either.

I nod at him and he pulls me along to the van. I don’t want to leave John B stranded at home, so he follows behind me on his bike back to the Chateau. I hastily write a note telling my brother that I’m ok and I’ll be back in the morning. I leave the keys and note on the driver’s seat and run over to JJ. I’m a little nervous about riding on his bike but don’t hesitate to climb on behind him and wrap my arms around his torso.

When we get to his house, JJ leads me by the hand to his room. Even though he knows his father isn’t home, he locks his bedroom door as a precaution. I haven’t been in JJ’s room since we were kids and I take a moment to explore the one space in the world that is completely his own.

I’m surprised to find so much of his personality in the room since he spends so much time at my house. He has a wall completely dedicated to the Pogues, covered in pictures and mementos of all of our adventures. I stop exploring when I see a piece of art that I don’t recognize. It’s a pencil drawing of me hunched over studying. I’m in profile, so he must have been sitting on the couch while I was studying at the table. My hair is thrown up into a messy bun, held in place by two pens. I’m wearing one of my dad’s old sweatshirts and have a pencil resting on my temple while I chew on my bottom lip.

“I didn’t know that you draw,” I say quietly as I continue to take in all the details of the picture.

“Only when I’m inspired. You were studying for the SATs the first time you took them. I think you sat in that position for 6 hours. I’m pretty sure you didn’t even know I was there. You were so focused and intent, I couldn’t help watching you and sketching. That was when I realized I have feelings for you.”

I turn to JJ and study his face. He looks vulnerable, something I’m not used to with him. I walk over and pull him into another kiss. This kiss feels different than the others we’ve shared today. JJ slowly walks me backwards until my legs bump into his bed. He guides me down to the pillow and settles next to me with one arm tucked under my neck. I turn so I can look at him and our noses are inches apart.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he whispers as his hand slowly glides down my cheek to feel along my neck. He traces his fingers along the exposed skin on my chest and I rest my hand on his waist, feeling his muscles contract as he breath shallowly. I move my hand slightly to get under his shirt and touch his soft skin. I smile when I feel goosebumps form. He follows my lead and trails his hand down my side, and I can’t help the small gasp that escapes as he brushes along the side of my breast. His hand continues down to the hem of my shirt and I sigh when his warm fingers touch my bare skin.

I lean towards his face and press delicate kisses along his cheek bones and down his jawline. I’ve never kissed someone like this, so I rely on instinct and JJ’s reactions as a guide. My mouth travels down to his neck and I slowly work my way up behind his ear. I lick along his ear lobe and he hums in response. I nibble gently along his ear and feel his hand tighten on my waist. I give him deep kisses down the side of his neck and then leave feather light kisses as I move back up to meet his mouth.

When our mouths connect, it’s like an explosion. His tongue slowly runs along my lower lip and then he catches it with his teeth. I moan as he tugs my lip slightly and I move my hand up his back. He swipes his tongue into my mouth and kisses me hungrily. I dig my fingers into his back, and he smiles against my mouth. He kisses along my cheek and then moves to the spot behind my ear. I shiver at the contact and scrape my nails down his back. He pulls me closer to him as his hand roams up my side, under my shirt. He hesitates before touching my breasts until I nod in consent. He then firmly cups my breast in his large hands and trails his finger under the top of my bra to brush against my nipple.

I throw my leg over his hip and use the momentum to flip him on his back with me straddling his lap. His hands automatically rest on my waist and his eyes are filled with lust. I grab the bottom hem of my shirt and pull it off in one smooth motion. I watch JJ take in my lace bra as his hands roam up to touch me. I lean forward and meet his mouth again as his hands explore my body. I feel his erection under my core, and I rock slightly against him, eliciting a moan.

He rolls us over and trails kisses down my neck and makes his way to my breast. He sucks my skin on the top of breast while his fingers tease my other nipple through the lace. I groan and arch my back to give him more access. He roughly pulls down the lace to swirl his tongue around my nipple while he continues to the tease the other. I drag my fingernails up the bare skin on his sides and feel him shiver. I move my hand along his waist band and hook my fingers into the top of his shorts to pull him closer.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he says as he pulls away.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask timidly.

“Fuck no, Sunshine... we just need to call timeout.” I’ve never heard JJ sound so unsteady.

“You don’t want to keep going?” I can’t hide the insecurity in my voice.

“No, I definitely do.” He rubs my cheek tenderly with his thumb. “But I don’t want to rush into this. I want this to be different. I want your first time, our first time, to be special.”

“JJ, everything I do with you is already special,” I insist as I cup his face. “It’s not the circumstances that make something special, it’s the person that you do it with.”

“I know, I just want to do this right, is that ok?” I can tell from his voice and the way he’s looking at me that he’s as new to this as I am. He may not be a virgin, but this is still a totally novel situation for him.

“Of course, J” I cuddle into him and enjoy the feeling of his strong arms around me.

“Can I take you on a date tomorrow, Sunshine?” He traces his fingers over my still exposed skin while he awaits my answer.

“I would love that, J. I just need to go home first for a bit.”

“You going to talk to John B?”

“Yes, my brother and I will be having a firm conversation about his role in my life.”

“I don’t want to get between - ” I stop JJ with a kiss.

“Stop, don’t worry about me and John B,” I insist. “We’ll be fine. And you two will be fine.”

“What about Pope?”

“I’m not sure... The last thing I want to do is hurt him even more. He’s my best friend but I can’t make myself feel something that isn’t there.”

“He’s one of my best friends, too.” I hear the guilt in his voice. “But Pope is a good guy, he would want us to be happy, right?”

“I hope so. I’ll try to talk to him tomorrow too.”

We spend the rest of the evening talking and cuddling. I feel safe in JJ’s arms and fall asleep listening to his steady heartbeat as he combs through my hair with his nimble fingers.

Ch 6

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