#he means he literally flops on them and demands cuddles

[knavestrolls]

hey cutlas how do you like to unwind after a rough day?

(♥ω♥*)>By cuddling with a quad.<(♥ω♥*) (♥ω♥*)>I'm not picky on which one.<(♥ω♥*) (♥ω♥*)>It's harder to visit Mori though, so it usually ends up being Esstoc.<(♥ω♥*) (♥ω♥*)>Don't let him fool you, he loves cuddle time.<(♥ω♥*) (♥ω♥*)>Especially if I braid his hair during.<(♥ω♥*)

[inkblot22]

(PS I don’t actually know the source material for idia I just stumbled upon one of your fics while looking at FFXIV Yandere fics so sorry if this sounds OOC)

I’m not super creative but what do you think might actually be Idia’ routine with his darling? Does he fall into any routine, does it change a lot?

Have a wonderful day (and happy late bunny day!) 🫶

I actually am of the opinion that this is a very creative thought! You should give yourself more credit. I like to idealize the day to day life, but it never occurred to me that writing it down might be a good idea. On that sentiment, I think maybe Vil or even Leona would have a better day to day routine. Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Also, wow, what a pipeline, FFXIV to twst?? You've got good taste lmao welcome to my blog.

I'll put this under the cut, and I'm also not promising that this will be very good. I use the 24 hour clock. I am constantly getting told irl that American people don't do that, but I'm evil, so I'm putting the times in 24 hour clock format.

TW for mentions of noncon, coercion, captivity, someone keeping someone else awake, a hint of Idia being an asshole

+ Idia doesn't really seem like he has much of a set schedule, but Ortho absolutely does and Ortho is lowkey kind of bossy, so...

+ Yeah uh, Idia's partner is absolutely out of luck. Idia likes night gaming a lot, and he gets loud, so good luck sleeping. Idia himself goes to bed late and wakes up whenever the heck he wakes up. He could go to bed at 0300 in the morning and wake up again at 0700.

+ As his kept partner, the schedule is a little more normal, like I said. Ortho doesn't really need to sleep from what I understand, (I haven't read all of book 6, no spoilers or else I WILL temporarily block you) but it's silly to imagine that he doesn't wake up or attempt to wake up everyone else around him as early as 0600.

+ After waking up, Idia will eat breakfast. I think it'd be delivered usually since Idia and his partner are basement dwellers, one by nature and the other by force. After breakfast begins work...

+ Or procrastination. Idia flip flops between extreme focus on what he should be doing and what he should not be doing. He manages to get his schoolwork done, but more often than not, he's asking his partner to cuddle up and watch a movie, drama, or his fingers flying across the keyboard. Idia will not ask them to cuddle if he is doing schoolwork or virtually attending classes.

+ I like to think that he smells smoky, on account of the flaming hair, and he runs hot, so prepare to SWEAT. In the case his partner doesn't really want to hang out with him, he will usually sulk and only occasionally get upset to the point of doing something about it.

+ I don't think he showers every day. I think he's an every other day type of showerer, based solely on him not being particularly active. This means that his partner doesn't have to run on his showering schedule and gets extra hot water on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

+ By the way, in the case that Idia's darling ever gets peckish, Idia has a snack stash that he proudly pulled out and showed them as soon as they were allowed to wander a bit. I figure they get hungry some time around 1400, especially if Idia is also eating at that time.

+ I think his metabolism is fast, but also a bit odd. He is a young person, and therefore he strikes me as the type to get randomly hungry. If asked very nicely (and with the promise of physical affection in some form) he'd be incredibly willing to make his partner something to munch on when he makes his own.

+ Despite Idia's partner being literally held captive in his room, with all his suspicious items and, worst of all, himself, Idia is about as respectful as a kidnapper can be about demanding sex. He doesn't like to be physically forceful about it, and he often will just jerk off in the bathroom.

+ The reason for this is very simple: If Ortho ever saw Idia having sex with ANYONE, Idia would spontaneously combust. Well, obviously he doesn't know that for certain, but it's a theory that he is not willing to test. He won't even talk about his preferences around his little brother.

+ As far as I'm aware, most people in captive situations do not tend to ask their kidnapper to fuck them unless they're being threatened in some way, but Idia's partner isn't typically being threatened (ignore the shock collar,) so they never ask Idia to have sex.

+ This does not stop Idia from being a whiny bitch about not having sex enough as soon as Ortho is gone for a few hours. The close quarters and sudden advent of a human being who he doesn't mind touching him is a big thing for Idia.

+ Ortho goes on "walks" in a sort of unusual schedule. That is to say that he doesn't have a schedule. If something needs to be picked up, he's tired of Idia not listening to him, he has his own stuff to do, or he just feels like it, Ortho will go out, sharing his location with Idia. From there, Idia will typically calculate how long it'd take Ortho to get back paired with whatever Ortho said he was going to do before he left, and see if he can squeeze in some coerced touching.

+ So. Good luck, Idia's partner. Idia will make a big stink until he gets bored or his partner gives in. His partner usually gives in, based on fear of what he might do alone.

+ Bedtime is somewhat randomized. If Ortho was out, when he comes back and it's any time after 2000, he will very subtly try to get Idia and his partner to start winding down. If both or one ignores him, he'll start getting upset.

+ Like I said, Ortho is kinda bossy. He will nag someone, and the worst part is that he's usually got their best interest in mind.

+On the off chance that Idia decides to go to bed at a decent time, he curls up behind his partner. He runs hot and smells smoky, and at some times it's not the worst thing. Some times.

+ By the way, a lot of this flies out the window in the event that Idia decides to attend classes in person. This is rare, so don't expect it to happen often, but it's not as good as it could be. Ortho goes with him and he locks up any way to reach the outside world, so all his partner has to entertain themselves is his manga collection, or the fun pastime of destruction of property. (This is a very bad idea, and I can expand on punishments later.)

+ In Idia's partner's case, every day is much of the same but just a little different, which makes it hard to keep track of time. The fact that Idia prefers low lighting and no natural light doesn't help this whatsoever.

[crazyco0tz]

{Cuddles with Enhypen}

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ~ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

Warning: none

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

*he loves them alot, especially at night. After a long day he can lay in bed and wait for you to cuddle him! He will watch you walk into the bed room then throws his arms open to invite you in.

Normally you both lay face to face since you both adore staring at each other which may sound creepy but “who wouldn’t stare”

Sometimes he’s sad or really tired so he will lay on his side sulking (waiting for you to hold him) to which you come up behind him in bed to spoon him while you whisper about how much you love him and how proud you are, which will lead to red faces and cute giggles~

𝐉𝐚𝐲

*loves cuddling you on days off, don’t get me wrong he loves cuddling anytime he can but during days off comforts him so much he feels so calm with you on his chest or his on yours.

The first thing he does on a break day is demand you to take the day off too, after a few hours of begging you’ll give in, after you make sure you both eat breakfast the first thing he will do is drag you to the couch, turn on a movie, and will trap you there

You laying on top of him dragging your hand up and down his waist makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9, and you know it does. During bad days he will be on your chest, pouting, praying for you to play with his hair which you’ll gladly do~

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

*god he’s such a sweet boy he wants to cuddle all the time, you have gone days with him following you all around the house hugging your back or grabbing your arm

Like your tryna make tea with a full grown man clung to your back waiting for you to be done so you can go back to bed and cuddle properly.

Once your done making your tea you’ll turn to him waiting for the inevitable. “plEase can we go cuddle again?” Of course. Waking to bed with him trailing behind you like a puppy

You can’t even lay down before he basically jumps on you, also will fall asleep unbelievable fast in your arms it’s honestly cute.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

* “I don’t want to cuddle today..” three seconds later he is under the covers clinging onto your waist-

He wants to act all calm and closed of be he ain’t fooling you, so when u suggested cuddling for a while since you missed him you weren’t suprised when he said no at first, but it took one look from you to make him cave.

“That’s what I thought” you taunt as he holds onto you for dear life, not making eye contact with you of course but wil ask for you to hold him and talk a little bit, the next day he will deny everything (ofc)

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

*normally you ask and he will be so cocky about it, but once you change your mind he takes back everything he said and will literally lay in bed and saying “I’m waiting?” In a sassy tone

“Yeah whos cringe now?” You say. He’s such a bed hog tho, you have to manhandle him into the right position he’s none the wiser of how much space he takes up

Ones he’s finally given you enough room to lay down he will wrap around you like a slap on wrist band. He’s so fast with it, it’s almost like hes scare you’ll disappear if he doesn’t wrap around your body ASAP

Other than the little fights he puts up he is such a soft cuddler and loves to be held while his arms are around your shoulders

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

*also a little sassy lassy (I’m so fucking sorry😭) he’s a little back talker which is funny because he refuses to be anything other than small spoon

“Why would I wanna do that?🧐” 2 minutes later his back is to your chest and your arms are around his waist, but he needs to feel like he won so every now and then you’ll hear a “I’m doing this cuz I love you not cuz I like it 😒” but he’ll shut up real quick when you kiss his neck.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢

*he cuddles anywhere but bed, he like to sprawl out at night so it hard to cuddle during then, but he always walks up to you when your watching TV to tug on your arm which mean “lay down” basically, then he will just flop on you to watch TV with you or he will just look at your face intensely and when you ask what he’s up to he hums n shrugs his shoulders with a little smile.

Or when your doing whatever at your desk he will sit in your lap facing you while his legs are slinged through the chair arms and his arms are around your waist.

Mostly does that when he is sleepy or just wants company, barely says a word to maybe a thank you or a I love you randomly but other then that he is quiet which means he’s calm and feels safe.

Hii this was mostly for my own entertainment so it’s very soft- also peep the new lay out?!😎

Anywayss ima post more enhypen and other groups more! Next post will most likely be NCT dream fake texts cuz it’s easier?!?!

Byee sweetiess

[dioslesbianwife]

Thank a goddamn break omg

You're posting writing after writing like your life depends on it—

And I demand angst fluff. Wanted fluff but gotta keep my angsty asks ofc lmao

Jojos

We argue with them about something so ungodly stupid like the ocean is a soup, or why water is wet or not. And them they get too mad at us we go into our room upset and all and breakdown crying uhhuk uhuk

And cuddle yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy (no serious writing from me because I literally didn't sleep today soz 💔)

hahaha ill never stop >:D lol, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting something with cuddling at the end instead of pure sadness lmao

Arguing with jojos about something dumb- angst and comfort

Jonathan Joestar – The Ocean is a Soup

He’s genuinely confused. “A soup? But there’s no broth or seasoning… I suppose there are ingredients, but—[Name], that’s preposterous!”

He stays polite at first, but when you refuse to back down, he gets frustrated.

“It’s not a soup, [Name], stop being ridiculous!” He never raises his voice at you, but you can tell he’s upset.

When you storm off and start crying in your room, he feels awful. He didn’t mean to hurt you over something so stupid.

He knocks softly before coming in and immediately wraps you in a hug. “I’m sorry. I don’t care if the ocean is a soup or a stew or whatever you want it to be- I just don’t want to fight with you.”

Ends up holding you so tight while rubbing circles on your back.

Joseph Joestar – Why is Water Wet?

Oh, he’s arguing like his life depends on it. “WATER CAN’T BE WET BECAUSE WETNESS IS A STATE OF BEING- ”

You’re both getting so heated over this completely pointless debate.

At some point, it turns personal, “You never admit when you’re wrong, [Name]!”—and that hurts.

You slam your door and cry because it’s not just about the argument anymore, it’s about him making you feel stupid.

Joseph’s guilt kicks in fast. He paces outside your room before finally knocking and mumbling, “...You’re right. Maybe water is wet.”

You glare at him. “You don’t believe that.”

He sighs and sits beside you. “No. But I do believe I was a jerk. And I don’t wanna fight with you.”

Pulls you into his arms and dramatically flops backward onto the bed, holding you close. “C’mon, let’s cuddle. I’ll even let you argue about clouds being sentient next.”

Jotaro Kujo – Can Fish See Water?

He barely engages at first. Just gives you an unimpressed, “I don’t know. Does it matter?”

But you’re persistent, and eventually, he snaps.

“Jesus Christ, [Name], WHO CARES?! Why do you do this?!” His voice is sharp, and that’s what breaks you.

You storm into your room, shaking as you try to calm yourself, but the stress just overwhelms you.

Jotaro realizes immediately that he was too harsh. He’s terrible at apologies, but he wants to make things right.

He quietly walks in and sits beside you on the bed, eyes downcast. “…I was an ass. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

You sniffle. “Do you think fish see water?”

He sighs and lays down, pulling you into his arms. “I don’t care. I just wanna be here with you.”

He lets you nuzzle into his chest while he mutters a soft, “Sorry.”

Josuke Higashikata – Is Cereal a Soup?

“IT’S NOT A SOUP, [NAME]!”

“YES, IT IS! IT HAS LIQUID AND SOLID PARTS- ”

It starts as a joke, but Josuke gets way too passionate about proving you wrong.

You both get heated, and when he scoffs and mutters, “Whatever, believe what you want,” it hurts because he sounds so dismissive.

You go to your room, hugging your knees, and cry.

It takes him about five minutes to realize he messed up, he didn’t mean to hurt you over cereal.

Knocks softly. “Babe? Hey, I—I didn’t mean to be a dick about it.”

When he sees your red eyes, his heart breaks. “Shit… come here.”

Cuddles you so tight and runs his fingers through your hair. “I don’t care if cereal is a soup, I just care about you.”

Giorno Giovanna – Do Strawberries Have Bones?

“They have seeds, not bones, [Name]. That’s absurd.”

You insist that technically, seeds are like plant bones, and Giorno, the expert life-creating-biologist, is just not having it.

“I respect your opinions, but you’re simply wrong.” His tone is so flat that it stings.

The conversation makes you feel stupid, even if that wasn’t his intention. You retreat to your room, feeling awful.

He notices you’re gone too long and realizes he hurt you.

Comes in, sits beside you, and gently tucks your hair behind your ear. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Holds you close, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I never want you to think I don’t value what you say.”

“…So do strawberries have bones?”

He sighs. “They have seeds. But I love you anyway.”

Jolyne Cujoh – Are Hotdogs Sandwiches?

“IT’S A SANDWICH!”

“NO, IT’S NOT, JOLYNE! A SANDWICH HAS TWO PIECES OF BREAD!”

This debate gets so heated that both of you end up throwing pillows at each other.

Then she accidentally says something a little too mean- “God, why do you always gotta be like this?”

That hits. You storm off, and the second she hears you crying, she realizes she went too far.

Walks in quietly, guilt all over her face. “Hey… I didn’t mean that. You’re not stubborn. You’re passionate. And I love that about you.”

Flops onto the bed beside you and pulls you into a warm hug. “Let’s forget about hotdogs and just cuddle, okay?”

Johnny Joestar – Is Fire a Living Thing?

He groans. “Oh my god, we are not doing this right now.”

“But it eats! And it breathes! It’s technically- ”

“I swear to God, I will throw myself into traffic.”

You get frustrated because he’s dismissing you instead of engaging, and it turns into a full argument.

When you break down crying, Johnny feels like an asshole. He never wanted to make you feel like this.

He comes into your room, looking awkward. “Hey… you know I’m just an idiot, right?”

When you don’t answer, he sighs and climbs onto the bed, pulling you against his chest. “I hate seeing you cry. I’ll listen next time, okay?”

You sniffle. “So you agree? Fire is alive?”

“…Don’t push it.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy) – Are Clouds Just Wet Cotton Candy?

He just stares at you. “What.”

When you start passionately arguing your point, he looks so exhausted.

“That’s-That’s not how science works, [Name]—”

You both end up frustrated, and he sighs, muttering, “You’re so weird sometimes.”

That hurts because you just wanted to have a fun debate.

When he realizes he upset you, he awkwardly knocks on your door and comes in.

“…You are weird. But I like that about you.”

Crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you. “I don’t care if clouds are cotton candy, just don’t be mad at me, okay?”

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

pets i think the gallagher siblings would have post s11

this is such a ridiculous thing to fixate on but i literally can’t stop thinking about it and i need to write it all down lol

fiona:

i think it would take fiona a while to get to the point in her life where she could stomach caring for a pet, but when she did, it would be a dog. seeing her bond with rusty really makes me think she’d be such a good dog mom! especially since she’s such an anxious, high energy person; having a dog would force her into a healthier routine for herself, give her built-in ways to handle stress (running!), and just be so good for her mentally.

i definitely think fi would go to her local animal shelter and find the dog that’s been there the longest, the one no one else wants, and take it home. whether it’s the lil baby who’s sick/injured, ‘too old’ for people, the momma who’s depressed and doesn’t want to play because her babies all got adopted, the abused dog who’s reactive and nervous — fiona doesn’t care. she knows the feeling of being alone and scared and hurt all too well. she ends up adopting a giant, terrified baby of a dog (pittie maybe?) who needs special care because of a disability and they are thick as thieves immediately.

fiona would be such a good pet owner and so fiercely protective over her (she relates a little too much to being seen as “dangerous,” “chaos,” etc. when she’s just hurt and needs love) but so so so nervous she’s doing it all wrong. cue six months of frantic googling and stress smoking by the window so the dog doesn’t breathe in the smoke. but she does a great job, and the baby is so happy with her. maybe a little too happy; she demands to sit in fi’s lap at every given opportunity, and absolutely crushes her and liam under her weight when flopping down onto them for cuddles. they adore her. she adores them. they spoil her rotten, but she deserves it.

lip:

i see lip as a snake dude! he’d say he adopted a snake because it makes him look badass and cool, but really he just thinks they’re so interesting and pretty. plus, they’re bioengineering marvels! he was probably obsessed with them as a kid, and read those little creepy crawly books on them out loud to ian before bedtime (before fiona made him stop because it freaked ian out too much).

he gets a corn snake at first, and it’s the sweetest, cuddliest thing ever. most mornings when he’s getting freddie’s lunch packed and ready for elementary school and brewing coffee and combing his hair, the snake’s just chilling around his neck and hanging out. literally lol. it’s also so gentle and playful with freddie, who pets it like it’s a cat. a few years later, lip gets a ball python who is an absolute asshole. it is also, unfortunately, his favorite. tami says it’s because they’re so similar. lip insists it’s because he always falls for people who are mean to them, so tami takes to calling it the missus. it’s a whole thing.

i think tami would also push for getting a dog/a more “traditional” pet, which lip would be just fine with. the snakes live mainly in his office, anyway, so it’s not a problem. lip likes the dog, and loves watching freddie play with it, but it’ll never be as cool as his snakes.

ian:

i think ian and mickey would get a cat. maybe multiple! their first cat would be the scrungliest, meanest, bitchiest little one-eyed, flea-bitten asshole known to man who takes forever to warm up to them, but finally settles in after lots of bribery and cuddles and trust. he would bond more with mickey (maybe because of their kindred assholery?) and ian would be secretly so damn jealous. unfortunately, however, its the cutest thing he’s ever seen. so the cat gets a pass.

they’d get another cat after mickey starts insisting that their first little baby is getting lonely. ian thinks they should be thinking about adopting a human baby instead, but mickey isn’t quite ready yet. so they take in the tiniest cotton ball of a kitten ever, who grows immediately and inextricably attached to ian. he instantly lords it over mickey, who’s just happy to see his husband so enamored with the little floof (who ends up huge!).

when they adopt their first child, they think the first cat will have more trouble than the second, but they’re dead wrong. the tiny asshole is obsessed with the baby and won’t stop grooming them and purring at them and standing guard over the crib. the fluffy white cat is terrified and steers clear whenever the baby cries. mickey thinks it’s hilarious. ian has a picture of his husband, child, and two cats napping together on the couch as his screen saver.

debbie:

another one i feel strongly about: debbie and franny are spider girlies! franny decides one day that they’re her favorite animals, and debbie is thrilled because she and carl were the only gallagher siblings who weren’t afraid of them as kids and they feel special to her. (maybe fiona has arachnophobia and would stand stock still in terror and ask debbie to please please please take the spider out of the house asap; the first time it happened was the first time debbie felt strong and brave like her big siblings). debbie and franny do tons of research together and get a mexican redknee tarantula.

the tarantula is a darling. franny learns to be incredibly gentle and careful and bravely lets the little critter climb all over her arms and into her hair, and debs is beaming with pride every time. she takes a million pictures. she thinks it’s so charming that the orange of the spider’s legs blend in with the color of both of their hair. so fun! debbie’s favorite thing is taking care of the tank, and she’s always getting seasonal, spider-safe decor to put in there. franny loves feeding her live crickets. she likes watching the spider hunt and eat them. she thinks it’s the coolest thing ever.

debbie and franny have a couple dream spiders they wish they could have, but they simply don’t have the space/money yet to get them. debbie really wants a whole family of red rumps. franny wants a gooty sapphire — partially because they look so cool, partially because the name is hilarious. when franny is a little older, they move into a bigger house and are able to get an appropriate sized tank for their dream critters. they invite the family over for a housewarming (spider warming?) party. fiona is terrified and sweating and shaking the entire time but takes pictures of the others holding the spiders and gets franny a jellycat spider stuffy.

carl:

watching carl be so gentle and compassionate with those sick dogs in the basement makes me think he’d be so so so good with older/sick/disabled dogs. i think he’d be a really good dog dad and just have the dearest, purest bond with a little guy who maybe uses one of those tiny scooter things for his hind legs to get around (and join carl on runs!). i can also totally see him adopting an ex-police dog! i think it would be the push he needs to get out of law enforcement work (because let’s be real, after his season of disillusionment with cops and buying the alibi, i don’t think he’s staying in the field) and it would be so so good for him.

he and fiona would of course commiserate on the best ways to take care of a traumatized/injured dog. carl would learn to feel more capable and self confident in his abilities as he figures out innovative ways to care for him and provide the mental stimulation he needs without aggravating any injuries. it would just be so good for him. the lil guy would hang out at the alibi or wherever else carl works next and be everyone’s buddy and carl’s pride and joy.

i think he would also end up rescuing/rehabbing a lot of weird critters over the years. especially ones that people tend not to like, like skunks and opossums and rats and whatnot. he’d really relate to being feared/disliked for being “bad” because of his troubled-kid past, and advocate for them. also, his childhood experimentation on little creatures would definitely help him understand what makes them tick and how to help them get better lol.

liam:

so in this hc liam lives with fiona after the series because that’s what should have happened in the show and he simply adores their dog! they’re best friends and she sleeps at the foot of his bed and he loves her so so deeply. but when he grows up and moves out, he doesn’t get a pet for a very long time. after all, his siblings are all constantly coming over with their critters, he’s always pet sitting, always seeing pictures, etc etc etc, so he just doesn’t feel the need to get a pet himself. instead, he lives his best life and enjoys having a pet vicariously through all his siblings for a while.

i think liam would only get a pet after fiona passes away. with her poor self care habits and high stress life, fi goes young — not crazy young, but not old enough to die by any means — and it hits the kids hard, but hits liam the absolute hardest. he’s really lost for a very long time. one day, he finds the tiniest, angriest kitten in the world on the side of the road and decides to rescue it. it scratches the fuck out of him on the way to the vet and he is instantly and unfortunately attached to this little gremlin. he decides to adopt her, despite the fact that she’s very sickly and angry and nasty and doesn’t want anything to do with him. for like six months, they’re at each other’s throats constantly. liam considers giving her to ian and mickey or simply putting her up for adoption like every other week. he hates her guts but can’t stomach the thought of getting rid of her.

finally, eventually, they start to get along. or at least, the cat tolerates liam, and liam begrudgingly starts to like her back. they sit on the couch and watch tv together and judge people’s messy decisions on trashy soaps. the cat stops screaming at him to wake up in the middle of the night and instead walks all over him in his sleep and curls up on his neck to snooze. eventually, she stops trying to kill him. ultimately the cat definitely helps liam through his grief. she does not help the state of his wallet, though; she’s a classy lady and demands the finest of things in her home. liam still kinda hates her (affectionate). he doesn’t name her fiona but sometimes he imagines he’s raising a tiny, angry, traumatized baby fi. it helps.

[fluffallamaful]

LLAMA

LLAMA

LLAMA

You know the saying laughter is the best medicine?

That. But kinda reversed!

Imagine Sick!Ler that tickles their lee because it's helping them feel better to hear laughs and giggles

C! Or cc!: Like if George is sick and Dream is caring for him and let's George tickle him bc how can you push away sick Gogy? Ya can't.

C!: Or Sapnap is exhausted and unwell after hunting for Dream and he flops down on top of Karl or Q and gently tickles them to ease the stress and ache

C! Or CC!: Wilbur "reluctantly" let's sick and clingy Tommy tickle him while swearing and throwing loving insults

C! Or CC!: Foolish is sick and delirious with a fever and tickles Punz because he likes the sound or maybe is hallucinating even and can't quite figure out what or who Punz is and so he keeps kneading and poking.

C!: Skeppy is ill and using it to torment Bad "C'mon! Laughter is the best medicine! Don't you want me to feel better?" And poor Bad unable to escape "SSSKEPPY! That's not what that means! It means YOUR Laughter!" As he's in hysterics but Skeppy ignores him.

C! Quackity is sick and refusing to rest even as Charlie tries to make him rest. So Q tickles the slime boy to prove how tough and well he is "See! If I can still wreck you, then I'm just fine"

The lee/ler is sick and refuses to take medicine (c!q or c!/cc!Karl 🙄lol) so they demand to be able to tickle the other for x amount of time as a trade.

I've seen quite a bit of sick Lee's getting tickles to feel better but I don't think I've seen any sick ler gets to tickle or even sick lee gets to tickle bc ler adores them and simply can't say no.

-Azure Giggles

azzzureeeeeeee :D ohhhh i loveeee this tropppeeee 😭 like ler comfort tickles it’s so amazing

coz like, often the situation would be that person A is asking person B if tickling would help them feel better right? like either playfully/teasy, or even softly? like they need sleep or something and so person A offers them tickles? but then instead of getting the flustered accepting reaction that they expect, they just get person B flipping it on them instead. because what would actually make person B feel a lot better right now,, would be if person A were the one being tickled :D

literally all of your examples are so cute 😭😭 i feckin adore the “Laughter is the best medicine” being flipped like that omg. like that’s so cute 😖

here’s a situation i thought of to add onto the long list of adorableness;

cc/ckarl offering a sick cc/c!sapnap sleepy cuddle tickles coz he’s having trouble sleeping,, but then sap claims that well actually, tickling karl would definitely help tire him out a lot better. and so karl is left with no other option but to cuddle up with sap and let him tickle him silly, until sap eventually gets tired enough to sleep :(

[bokukawas]

two sides of the same coin

pairing; Itadori Yuuji x Reader (x Sukuna, at least kinda/implied)

warnings; i didn’t proofread this at all lol

a/n; woke up this morning with this imagine in mind so naturally i had to get it out of my head

summary;  cuddle time with your boyfriend makes the monster come out... only he doesn’t seem that scary to you / seriously this is just a little something, don’t expect much of this

word count; 1,9k

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuuji, leans heavily against you as soon as you open the door to him. Pressing his face into the crook of your neck and moaning dramatically as he puts his arms around you to squish you against his broad chest and puts even more of his weight on you. Snorting you stumble a step back, arms reaching around him to steady both of you, with little succes as you keep stumbling back because he was a beefy guy and you had trouble keeping him upright. 

“Yuuji, what are you doing, you’re heavy” you huff as you stagger another step backwards, his face never leaving your neck as he sighs again.

“’m tired.” Came his nuzzled answer against your collar, leaving goosebumps in his wake as his hot breath tickles over your exposed skin.

“I can tell. C’mon then, I have dinner ready for you.”

You maneuver your boyfriend to your shared kitchen and sit him down on a chair so you have your hands free to get his food ready. He watches you with big tired eyes the whole time, exhaustion making them droop and close from time to time, seemingly without him even noticing it. He looked cute, as usual, a little disheveled, but still utterly cute and a warm feeling spread in your chest again as you watched him slowly stuff his face with what you prepared for him, munching happily, but slowly. Another indicator at how exhausted he must be, you thought to yourself. Usually the food would be gone in little to no time.

“Can we watch a movie now? I want to cuddle.” Your simple approving hum was answer enough for him. Instead of waiting for you to clean up, he wraps his arms around your middle as soon as you were close enough to him and carries you to the living room as if you would weight nothing. Well his inhuman strength sure came in handy sometimes.

Gently putting you down on the couch, he hands you the tv remote, before flopping down on you entirely, arms going around your hips as he snuggles his face into your lap. Another sigh leaves his lips, this time sounding very content as you tenderly run your fingers through his hair. You chuckle.

“You don’t even want to watch a film, you just want to be cuddled, am I right?”

“No, but you can choose the movie.”

“Liar. You don’t even have your eyes open.” You laugh as you poke his cheek. “Such a big baby.”

“Mhh don’t stop.” He grumbles when he couldn’t feel your fingers comb through his hair anymore.

Absentmindedly you just put on a random documentary on Netflix, focus never leaving your boyfriends face. Or what you could see of it anyways, as he had it mushed against your thighs.

“Hard mission today? Want to talk about it?” you ask as you continue to run your fingers through his pinkish hair, grazing your nails along his neck exactly how he likes it.

A first approving hum and another declining hum vibrate against your legs and you smile fondly down at him. It has been a long time since he last came home this exhausted. At times like this, you were actually happy that he had the king of curses residing inside of him. Sukuna surely would intervene when it got dangerous enough, making sure Yuuji, and therefore he himself would survive.  

Continuing to gently caress your boyfriend, you start thinking again. It has been some time now since Yuuji had last lost control and let Sukuna emerge. It also usually happens when he was as exhausted as he currently was: when he was letting his guard down.

And sure enough, as your fingers trail down his neck, scratching at his scalp before slightly massaging his muscles you could see them: faint black lines appearing all over your boyfriends body. They disappear just as quickly when Yuuji moves a little, readjusting his weight on you, making it even easier to access his neck just how he likes it.

Soon enough his breathing evens out again, chest lifting and falling slowly, drooling a little as he drifts off for real this time. Black lines appear again all over him. Smiling, you trace your finger along one of them, noticing the little shudder the man tries to hold back. Humming, you continue to caress your boyfriends face and neck. Your smile only grows as time goes by, so when finally a red eye pops open on your boyfriends’ cheek you snicker.

“Who would’ve thought that the king of curses likes to be babied as well…” you mock, as you gently run your finger below his eye, pulling it quickly away when a mouth appears to snap at it.

The man currently in your lap was not your boyfriend anymore and you knew that. Of course you did. As soon as the markings appeared he was gone, yet you just knew Sukuna wouldn’t hurt you. When this switch had happened the first time without Yuuji noticing, you had freaked out and poked him hardly, which woke him up instantly and made Sukuna disappear in a matter of seconds. He was just as freaked out as you were about it then, so you had kept it a secret that it had happened after that again. And again.

So now, when 3 more red eyes stared up at you as he lifted his head a little you only sigh, but run your hands through his hair nonetheless.

“Rough day for you as well, hm? You’re not very chatty today.”

Sukunas much deeper voice rumbles against your thighs as he rests his head there again and whines. “I think I was the only one having a rough day. The brat nearly got himself killed…again.”

Stopping your ministrations, you fix your eyes on his face and wait for him to elaborate. When he does not, you pull at his hair a little. “Could you please explain how my boyfriend nearly got himself killed…again!?”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“What?” you ask confused.

He lifts himself up again, giving your hands a pointed look, making you groan. “You’re so demanding.”

“I’m the king of curses, you should do as I say or you’ll die.”

“Oh shut up, you were literally drooling in my lap two minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t, the brat was. I could kill you right now.”

Rolling your eyes you shove your hands back into his hair a little rougher than necessary, pulling on strands of his hair as he still didn’t tell you what happened. “Tell me or I’ll stop again.”

Your leg heats up as he exhales against it slowly and then starts telling you what happened. Yuuji was a decent fighter you knew that, but you also knew that one of his weak points were his friends and loved ones. And today that had proved to be the problem.

“I had to grow back his whole arm,” he complains. “If I hadn’t switched with him he would have bled to death right there.”

Your hands falter again. So it had been really bad today. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to tell you about it. “Hey honey, I nearly died today, how was your day?” Goosebumps raise on your arms as you imagine how the day could have gone if Sukuna had not meddled. Instead of your tired boyfriend coming home to you, a random worker from jujutsu tech, telling you he died. Or even worse, one of his close friends coming to deliver such a horrendous message. You involuntarily shudder.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine.”

Cupping his cheek, you make him look up at you. “Thank you, Sukuna.”

“I only did it to safe myself.”

“That doesn’t mean I appreciate it any less.”

His mouth already pulled into a snarl, ready to give a snarky remark when the lines on his body started rapidly fading again and a droopy Yuuji was looking at you again.

“Sorry sweetie, were you talking to me?” he yawns loudly and squishes his face even more into your lap, snuggling in again. “I’m just so tired.”

Gently running your fingers over his face, you poke him in the cheek. “Let’s go to bed then puppy, you need to rest properly.”

It was obvious that Yuuji didn’t want to move away from his place on top of you, but he also knew you were right. As nice as your fingers in his hair felt, in the end this position would strain his neck and make him even sorer than he already was. So he reluctantly got up and got himself ready for bed, humming happily when he saw that you joined him in the bathroom.

With the toothbrush still dangling from his mouth he asks you what you had been saying earlier. Pondering if you should tell him that you’ve been talking with Sukuna, and not for the first time at that, you decide against it…for now. He would surely freak out again and lose all of his tiredness if you told him now and then he wouldn’t be able to rest. And he so very clearly needed to rest. You could tell him tomorrow morning, you decided. So you tell him you’ve only been rambling along a little.

After brushing his teeth, he leaves you alone to do your evening routine, but not before he discards his shirt and trousers in the laundry basket. He was one of those persons who always ran hot, so he only slept in his boxers. Who needed a blanket or clothes when they could have their girlfriend warm them up, right? That was his motto. You snort when he came back to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, telling you to hurry.

When you came to the bedroom shortly after that, he was already sprawled out in bed, opening his arms for you to lay on top of him, so you do. Resting your face on his chest, snuggling closer so you could press little kisses to the underside of his chin, making him laugh. His comforting smell soon engulfs you and you nuzzle your nose harder against him, silently thanking Sukuna again for saving your boyfriend. In return, you can feel his arms wrap around you even more tightly.

“Yuuji?” you softly whisper. He only hums for you to know he heard you, and gives a little squeeze to encourage you to continue speaking.

Lifting yourself up a little, you press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Yuuji pops open an eye at that, pulls you close again and kisses you back, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, pouring all his love for you into the kiss, instead of just saying ‘i love you’ back.You smile against his lips. “Good night.”

Taking up your position on his chest again, you close your eyes as well, listening to his soft breathing and little snores. Eventually it gets silent again and you feel two more arms wrap around your middle. Now too tired yourself to lift up your head and look at Sukuna, you just press a soft kiss against his chest as well, mumbling a “thank you again, ‘kuna.” Into his chest, before falling asleep yourself.

You miss the fond smile that grazes the curses lips as he beholds you, laying there utterly at peace in his arms and sighs. Maybe he did save that brat not only for his own benefits after all.

[annabethy]

15. “give me attention” PLS

in which Annabeth’s drunk and wanting attention, and Percy’s a good boyfriend,, percabeth,, no plot just love

If there’s one thing Percy never would’ve expected from Annabeth, it would be the way she clings onto him when she’s one too many drinks into the night.

His girlfriend has always been more on the independent side, though there are still times when she loves to press up against him and demand kiss after kiss. Tonight appears to be one of those times, and Percy can hardly keep a straight face with the way she talks and giggles. Drunk Annabeth is also not one that appears often, but he cherishes it every moment he can get.

They’re alone in back bed by the time that Annabeth decides to take a nosedive into him, quite literally. She stands on the bed, and he has to kick a leg out to stop her from falling, before flopping down on top of him, knocking the air out of him entirely. Her face goes to his neck as she crawls over him and settles all her weight down, and Percy can’t help the laughter that bubbles up out of his throat when she blows air against his skin.

“What are you doing?” he chokes, squirming at her hold.

“Bothering you,” she says.

“I can see that.”

Annabeth drags her face along the sleeve of the shirt, and he doesn’t need to look to know that he’s going to be covered in her foundation.

“Stop it,” he whines, but he makes no effort to move. “I like this shirt.”

“I like your shirt too.”

Percy smiles lazily, brushing her hair out of her face. “Too bad because it’s mine.”

Annabeth tugs at the bottom. “Give it to me.” He turns onto his stomach to block her out, stifling a smile into the comforter of their bed when she presses her face right between his shoulder blades. She nips at the skin there, but Percy pays it no mind. It’s comforting, he thinks, with his girlfriend acting as his personal blanket and the fan whirling above, not to mention the alcohol taking a bit of a toll on his own brain. He’d have fallen asleep, had it not been for Annabeth’s hand poking his butt.

“Give me attention,” she says when he jumps and shoots her an accusing glare.

“I’m giving you lots of attention,” he tells her. Annabeth just scowls, and it’s meant to be intimidating, but her hair is ruffled and a mess, and her makeup just a bit smudged, and it’s too cute for him to be properly terrified.

Annabeth shifts on top of him and rests her face on top of his, which forces one of his eyes closed and Percy to choke on his own laughter.

“Attention,” she demands again.

“I’m giving you lots of attention, baby.” “More.”

Percy rolls his eyes but presses a kiss to her cheek, which is enough to satiate her. She hovers over him and he tries to run his fingers through her hair to fix the wild curls.

“You’re so drunk,” he whispers.

“No I’m not.”

Percy smiles softly and drags a thumb by the corner of her mouth to fix her smeared lipstick. “Just a little bit.”

Then, she brings a hand up and pinches her fingers together. “Maybe just a little bit.”

Percy kisses her forehead. “A lotta bit.”

“It’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

“You kept giving me drinks.” “How could I say no to such a messy face?”

“Messy?”

“Mh-hm.” “You dick.”

“I like messy Annabeth,” he says. “She lets me cuddle her.” “You’re not getting any cuddles if you don’t give me more attention.”

Percy sighs and decides not to point out that she’s already technically snuggling him. Instead, he gently moves her off of him so she can lay down on the pillows. He makes sure she is in no danger of falling off the bed before he walks away.

He walks out of the room for a moment, but he hears her complaining.

“I’ll be back in a second!” he assures, rummaging through the drawers of their bathroom. When he comes back, it’s with a makeup wipe in hand and a glass of water.

She reaches for the water and sits up, taking a few gulps of the icy drink. Her eyes are on him as he moves around the room.

“You’re really bad at giving me attention, you know?”

Percy shakes him head, amused, and pushes her shoulder gently. “Lean back.”

She does as he says, flopping onto his pillow, and he sits beside her. The first thing he goes for is her lashes. Her eyes flutter shut as he pulls softly at the outer corners until the adhesive begins to give.

“Did you know that I love you a lot?” Annabeth says, shifting beneath him.

“Someone may have told me once or twice,” he says, smiling. “Stay still.”

“Is this what you consider attention?”

“It’s like your own personal spa day!”

Annabeth giggles as he begins to swipe at her cheek, softly dragging the wipe across her skin. “You could also propose.”

Percy laughs quietly. “What?”

“I think that qualifies as attention.”

“You want me to propose to you when you’re so drunk you can barely walk?”

“Hm. Maybe not.”

Percy bites at his lower lip to suppress another grin. “If I proposed, would you say yes?”

“It depends.”

Percy gasps, mock offended. “On what?”

“Well, when are you going to do it?”

Percy begins to work on her lipstick. “When do you want me to do it?”

She waits until he moves the wipe away to answer. “In the next year.”

“That’s good to know,” he says. His eyes dart over to the dresser where he knows a ring has already been sitting for months. It’s not until after he does it that he realizes Annabeth is staring right at him, but he thinks she wouldn’t have noticed, and even if she did, she’d forget by morning anyways.

He finishes taking off her makeup with them in silence before he sets the wipe aside. “Come on, sit up.”

Annabeth whines. “I don’t want to.”

“You can’t sleep in that.”

She mumbles in complaint but does as he asks. He pulls her shirt over her head and is about to help her into her own t-shirt before she pushes him away. “I want your shirt.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve been wearing it all day.” He tries again to get her to lift her arms, but she flops down to stop him. “Annabeth, really?”

“I want your shirt,” she says, “since you refuse to give me attention.”

“What do you consider this then?” he asks, but he’s already back at their dresser to pull out one of his own shirts for her.

“A boyfriend doing the bare minimum.”

“Fine, then. Sleep in your makeup. See if I care.”

Annabeth giggles when he appears back at her side and squeezes the skin at her hip. “You love me too much to let me sleep in my makeup,” she says, letting him tug the shirt onto her before he unbuttons her jeans and tugs those off too.

“Unfortunately,” he says.

“Unfortunately!?” Annabeth’s leg reaches out to kick him, but it lacks any real strength. “That’s mean. Maybe I won’t say yes.”

“Oh, but Annabeth, I love you so much and I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life.”

“Is that sarcasm? That sounds like sarcasm.”

“You talk a lot for a drunk person.”

“Then help me sleep.” An arm extends towards him, which he allows himself to take. He lays next to her, pulling the covers over the both of them while Annabeth gets comfortable in his embrace. “Rub my back?” she asks.

He does as she asks, trailing his hand up and down the smooth skin of her back, and when her eyes begin to close only minutes later, he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you,” he says.

He had thought she was asleep, so he’s surprised when she answers with a quiet, “Love you too.”

Percy snickers into her hair. “Did I give you enough attention yet?”

Annabeth cuddles deeper against him, her face resting against his chest. He can feel her breathing against his neck, and it warms him heart to know that she trusts him like this, to keep her safe. “For now,” she whispers, “but tomorrow… I want all your attention.”

Percy stops rubbing her back so he can move a strand of hair out of her eyes, entirely too in love. “Consider me yours.”

[emsvegetables]

“i read your headcanons for making up with some hq!! boys, could you do a part two with tsukki, oikawa, bokuto, and kuroo? thank you!”

hi anon!! i presume you’re referring to the one where their s/o gives them the silent treatment after a fight and how they react??? okay i hop e you’re referring to that or i did it wrongly LMAOOOOOO

Tsukishima:

* listen. this man?

* he’s very sarcastic, and when he gets into a fight with you, his words are SCATHING, and mean and horrible at the same time.

* but he knows when he says something wrong, judging from the way your eyes widen, before you glare angrily at him and loudly say,” fuck you.”

* and then you’re storming out of the house with your phone in hand.

* he’ll glare at the door a few moments after you left, but the words he said will start to sink in to him after a few minutes.

* and he knows he’s in the wrong.

* but he’s also a stubborn little shit, and he’s NOT going to text you and ask you to come back.

* but as the day drags on, and when you haven’t returned home when dusk sets in, he’s getting a little guilty and worried.

* he’ll finally try calling your phone, but when it’s declined he frowns.

* did something happen to you?

* or were you ignoring him?

* it’s evening when he starts to get really worried.

* he’s sitting on the couch, and nervously fiddling with the remote of the television, looming up at the clock hung on the wall.

* when he heard the door open?

* he’s rushing to you, his face angry, demanding,” where were you?”

* when you ignore him and push past him, he rolls his eyes and he remembers that he was in the wrong, and he sighs and walks towards you to tap you on your shoulders.

* “i’m sorry,” he reluctantly says out, bc our boi Tsukishima is really prideful and this takes a lot for him to say.

* but when you don’t answer?

* his guilt intensified lololololol

* so he’s sighing again and softly placing a kiss on your lips.

* “forgive me?”

* how can you not lmao this french fry is so soft towards you?????

Oikawa:

* okay tbh fights are fleeting with this guy.

* you always have small fights with him, but they’re never bad.

* but one day, the words he says are so bad that you stare at him in silence for a while.

* and he knows he fucked up, judging from the way how you were previously shouting at him and then now you’re absolutely silent???

* and when you walk into the room and lock the door??? OH SHITTT

* he feels SO bad instantly.

* like ???? he didn’t mean to say that.

* EIRIFIFIRI HES FREAKING OUT.

* SHIT WHAT SHOULD HE DO NOW FIRIFIFID HE DIDNT MEAN TO DO THAT—

* but this guy is a ladies man.

* so instinct kicks in after his little freak out session.

* so he knows he needs to leave you alone for a while.

* you need to cool down.

* and he needs to too.

* and so he leaves the house to buy you some chocolate and flowers as an apology.

* when he comes back, you’re sitting on the couch, very resolutely not staring at him and staring at the wall.

* he feels sad :(

* and he feels hurt :((

* but he also feels bad. :(((

* he stands in front of you and pouts.

* “babe.”

* you don’t answer.

* “babe. i’m sorry.”

* then he’s giving you the flowers and chocolate and looking at you with those baby eyes of his.

* so now you have to forgive him BC look at him! LOOK AT HIM.

* and look at what he’s done for you!!!!!

* but he’s a ladies man so what can you say ):(.

Bokuto:

* oh baby.

* you NEVER have fights with him.

* it’s because he’s this soft baby boi!!!! YOU CANNOT FIGHT WITH HIM.

* but one day something wrong slips out of his mouth.

* and he knows what he said was bad judging by your stunned silence after an offended gasp.

* then he feels so BAD when you storm away from him and lock yourself in the room.

* aw his hair starts to flop down :(

* sad owl.

* he’s knocking on the door, and quietly going,” babe?

* you don’t answer.

* and his hair starts to flop down even more. :(

* HES SO SAD.

* “(Y/N)? i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to say that.”

* he really didn’t :(

* but when you don’t answer, he’s panicking.

* WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU.

* so he kicks down the door LMAOOOO

* and he meets your shocked face on the bed.

* and he heaves a sigh of relief.

* “oh, you’re okay!”

* but literally you laugh at the broken door and he thinks that you’ve forgiven him and he runs over to give you cuddles.

* he’s wrapping you in his beefy arms and nuzzling against you.

* “Ko?”

* “yes, babe?”

* “you have to fix the door.”

* “after i finish cuddling you! you’re so soft!”

* tbh you’ve forgiven him a long time ago.

* bc he’s like a fluffy golden retriever.

* not forgiving him would be like kicking a puppy.

* A SIN.

Kuroo:

* fights with him are VERY rare.

* bc he knows you very well!!!!

* but when you guys have a fight? it’s going to get bad, FAST.

* bc he also knows the words that will hit you where it hurts very well.

* he doesn’t use them against you, but he accidentally lets a sentence slip when he’s angry.

* and he knows he fucked up judging from the way you suddenly cut off and go silent.

* and when you storm out of the house with only your phone in your hand??? he’s kicking himself for what he did.

* bc he loves you so much and he hates himself what what he accidentally said.

* but when you don’t return after a few hours, he starts to get worried.

* so he leaves the house to search for you.

* like i said. he knows you very well. so he finds you at the playground near your apartment.

* he’s going up to you, and he’s pulling you into a tight hug, and he won’t let go even if you’re hitting him angrily.

* “i’m sorry,” he’s whispering to you, and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

* “can we talk about it?” he quietly suggests after a short silence.

* he wants to talk things out with you, bc communication is KEY with him, and he doesn’t want you to leave him :(

* but anyway he works things out with you bc he gives in WAY too easily bc he loves you so much!!!

* and the two of you walk home together with his hand resting on your waist!!!!!

AHHH i hope this was okay anon!!!!!

[quillsandtypos]

Cheer up!

Summary: anon requested the reader being down for no reason the sunset curve boys cheering her up

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: lots of platonic cuddles

Pairings: none

Did I expose my touch starvedness with this one? Yes. Also terribly sorry to the anon who requested this and then had to wait two weeks.

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Julie just kept walking by as she watched you flop down on your bed. You stayed face down, not really feeling the need to get up.

You thought you heard her lean on the frame in your doorway but when you turned around no one was there so you just shrugged it off and face planted back on your bed.

But pretty soon you jumped up when you felt a hand tap your shoulder.

“Luke!”

He grimaced. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

“Didn’t Julie just tell you guys off about boundaries?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

He looked slightly guilty. “Yes, but there’s an exception today,” Luke hinted.

“And what would that be?” you grumbled.

“Because you’re all upset and shit,” he explained.

You half expected him to be joking but he was looking at you with complete seriousness. You felt your heart melt a little bit.

“And why do you know that?” you asked out of curiosity.

“Because you’ve been moping around all day!” Julie exclaimed. You turned to see your sister in the doorway.

“I have not!” you defended yourself. You looked to Luke for support but he was seemingly very interested in looking out your windows.

“Y/n you have barely left your room today, so you’re hanging out with them till you stop being a sad bitch,” she demanded.

You started to say how uncalled for she was being but she just ignored you and walked out.

You groaned and flopped back down on your bed. Luke’s lips twitched up in a way that you could tell he was trying not to laugh at you. “Oh no, I’m gonna need backup, aren’t I?” Luke rhetorically asked.

Before you could utter an ‘I’m fine’ the three were in your room. “Y/n you know what always makes me feel better when I’m sad?” Reggie asked. You rolled over to your side. “What Reggie?”

He started backing into a corner of your room. “Doing cannonballs.” He started sprinting over to your bed and you quickly rolled off with a yelp as you hit the ground.

Luke high fived Reggie, “Nice, we got her off the bed,” he cheered.

“You guys couldn’t have done that in a way that didn’t potentially send her to the hospital?” Alex asked. He pulled you to your feet, and you squeezed his hands gratefully.

“Meh, it was the more fun way,” Reggie shrugged.

Alex rolled his eyes. “Now come on, we’re going to the studio,” he told you.

You groaned, “No thanks, I’m just gonna stay here.” You could tell by the looks on their faces, that they were not going to give up that easily.

“Y/n I will carry you down there,” Reggie threatened. He crossed his arms, and Luke put his arm around him in agreement. You hopefully looked to Alex for defense but he shook his head at you.

“I’ll come on my own,” you agreed, not wanting to risk them dropping you.

Luke and Reggie shared a glance before trailing behind you to the studio. “Okay, so what do you guys want me to do in here?” you asked, as you walked through the doors.

“Well it’s more of what we want to show you,” Alex half explained.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion.

“We were waiting for a specific time to show you it, but we decided what better time than now,” Luke continued. Whatever it was, they all looked antsy to show it to you.

“So what is it?” Their excitement was starting to pass onto you.

“You have to close your eyes!” Reggie suddenly remembered.

With tight lips and suspicious eyes, you analyzed the three of them. Despite your love of the three you did not trust them for a second.

Luke tilted his head down and glanced up at you. “Come on y/n, you’ll be fine,” he insisted.

You nervously let your eyes shut. You could hear the three shuffling around, and you were pretty sure you heard someone trip; which you had to stifle a giggle at. You felt someone nearing you and you accidentally held your breath.

“Okay y/n you can open your eyes,” Reggie called out.

You opened them to see Alex hiding something behind his back, he pulled it out to show it to you. It was a black cropped leather jacket with little studs scattered on it, he turned it around to show the back which neatly said 'sunset curve manager' in white paint.

You took it into your hands. “Did you guys make this?” you asked in amazement.

“Well, we needed a little help from Flynn, but yeah the four of us made it,” Alex admitted.

You felt your eyes start to heat up. “Thank you guys.”

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to how much time and effort they had probably put into your gift. Even though you weren’t actually a part of their band, they truly cared about you as if you were. You hugged the jacket to your chest, “I’m literally never taking this off,” you laughed, as your eyes started watering freely.

“Oh no, she’s crying. This is supposed to make her not sad,” Reggie joked. Luke mockingly elbowed him in the ribs.

“Do you need a hug?” Alex offered with open arms.

“Yeah, I’ll take one,” you agreed. You wrapped your arms around him, his sweatshirt was nice and soft, but still cold, since he was a ghost. You hoped you were leaking your tears onto his clothes.

“Can we get in on the hug?” Reggie hopefully asked.

“Sure,” you responded. Before you could move to let them in, they decided it was just best to squish you between them. Luke was to your left and Reggie was to your right. They all tightly squeezed you, as if it was the last time they were gonna get a hug. You could feel all of their hands against your back and you let yourself relax into their arms. As much as you were enjoying the closeness, after a while, it did feel like they were cutting off your air flow.

“Guys, I think you might be killing me,” you announced.

“Oh trust me it’s not that painful you’ll be fine,” Alex told you. You couldn’t currently see his face, but you were certain that he was smirking.

“I love you guys, but I’m not dying today,” you retorted.

They all backed up to give you some room to breathe. “So you wanna talk about what’s wrong?” Luke suggested.

You took a moment to put your feelings into words. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t really have a reason; I’ve just been really down today,” you admitted.

“You know what helps me with that?” Reggie asked.

You turned to him with wide eyes. “Reggie if you are about to almost land on me again I swear to god,” you threatened.

Reggie couldn’t help but laugh at that, and you heard Luke snicker. “No, I was going to say watching a comedy tv show,” he explained.

“Oh, nevermind then,” you backpedaled.

“Come on, I’ll set up the projector,” Luke offered.

“I really don’t want to bother you guys though,” you brought up.

“It’s not bothering if we want to spend time with you, and besides you would really be letting them down they haven’t been able to have a movie night in weeks,” Alex said.

“Are you manipulating me into self care right now?” you questioned.

Alex shrugged and his lips quirked up. “Maybe a little bit.”

“Wow, that’s a low blow for you Alex,” you scoffed. He just shrugged again. But his plan worked, you sat yourself down on the floor, and gladly took the blanket Reggie gave you.

“So what are we watching?” Luke asked the group of you.

“Parks and Rec?” you suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Alex agreed, and Reggie shook his head.

Luke managed to have minimal struggles getting the show to play but he eventually did and came to sit next to the three of you.

It didn’t take long for all of you to be in a big cuddle pile on the floor along with various pillows and blankets. You were pretty sure Reggie was snoring by the fourth episode. Luke and Alex were practically laying on top of each other. Reggie’s head rested on top of your legs and Luke’s arm was resting on top of your stomach. In that moment you were perfectly comfy and completely happy. The blissful happiness wrapped a warmth around your body, that felt very similar to the hug from earlier. The warmth gently put you to sleep within minutes.

You awoke what felt like minutes later to the lights being flicked on. “Y/n Dad says it’s time for dinner!” Carlos called.

You groaned, “Carlos I was sleeping.”

That did not make Carlos look any more sympathetic. “And we are trying to be eating,” Carlos retorted. The boys started stirring at hearing speaking.

“Fine I’m getting up,” you surrendered.

“So?” Carlos questioned.

“So what?” you asked, as you grabbed your new jacket.

“Did they make you not a sad bitch?”

“Carlos! You can’t say that word!” You heard Luke start loudly laughing behind you.

“Well did they?” he intently asked.

You glanced back at the boys adoringly, “Yes, they did.”

[dreamypeaches]

good to love | jj maybank x reader x pope heyward

summary: you and jj decided to show pope what he’s been missing

warnings: SMUT, literal pure filth, cursing

word count: 3.8k (and it’s pretty much all dirty)

a/n: this might be one of my favorite and filthiest things i’ve ever written. jj x reader x pope is my new fave and it’s all i want to write for the rest of my life.

To say your relationship with Pope and JJ had changed would be a lie. Not much had changed at all really. You were still the best of friends, there was just a lot more kissing involved. Like, a lot more kissing. And it was fantastic. Despite both you and JJ being pretty experienced sexually, it never went beyond heavy making out. Neither of you wanted to rush Pope into anything since he was completely inexperienced, and you also didn’t want to leave him out. So most nights together, after a heavy make-out session where some clothes might be shed, the three of you ended up cuddled up on the bed, none of you meeting your release.

You and JJ discussed the potential in the bedroom as you waited for Pope to finish up a delivery. His hand rested on your thigh, rubbing smooth circles into the bare skin as he spoke.

“I mean, it’s gonna be fucking hot,” JJ comments, smirking at the idea of having you and Pope at the same time. You roll your eyes.

“Of course it’s going to be hot, J, but I don’t want to rush him. You know how he gets when he’s overwhelmed.”

“Well then we’ll help calm him down,” He says, a childish grin on his face as he holds up his newly rolled joint. You slap his chest, sending him a glare. He puts on an innocent face, giving the back of your hand a kiss in apology.

“Sunshine, I think you’re the one getting overwhelmed. It’s Pope, let’s just talk to him about it.”

“Talk to me about what?”

You and JJ’s heads snap up. Pope’s voice floated down from where he stood above you on the dock.

“Um…um, you know, we were talking about-” You start to stutter, only for JJ to save you.

“We were talking about sex. With you. We want to have sex with you but we don’t want to make you feel like you have to if you're not ready.”

Dropping your hands into your lap, you sigh, nodding in agreement while refusing to meet Pope’s eyes. There were times where you were thankful for JJ’s blunt nature. When Rafe Cameron tried flirting with you at a kegger and JJ told him to fuck off. When Pope was freaking out about not being smart enough to get into college and JJ told him how much of an idiot he was being. These were all great times for JJ’s bluntness. Now was not one of those times.

The silence cut through you like a knife, neither of the boys speaking up and your voice seemed to be stuck in your throat. You weren’t sure why exactly this was so difficult for you. The three of you could always talk about anything. You’d even told them about the first time you got your period back in middle school. But you loved Pope with all of your heart, and so did JJ, and you just wanted everything to be perfect.

“Okay.”

You’re heart suddenly lifts, along with your head as you gaze into Pope’s beautiful eyes.

“What?” You mumble, looking back at JJ who wore his signature smirk, excitement glowing in his eyes.

“I want to have sex. With you. I want to have sex with both of you and I am ready,” Pope says with a sly smile as he echos JJ’s words. He hops down into the boat, flopping down beside you and JJ. Scratching his neck, his nervous smile makes your stomach flutter.

“I’ve thought about it a lot, and I know you two are a lot more experienced than me, but I don’t care. I love you both and I want to be with you and I trust you to…to take care of me. God that sounds weird,” Pope chuckles and you take his hand. Pressing your lips to his, you can feel him smile against your own smiling lips. JJ pulls you away, moving in to take your place, giving Pope a deep kiss, pressing a hand to the back of his head. Kissing JJ’s cheek, and force the two boys apart, giving them a fake stern look.

“Save it for tonight, boys.”

The rest of the day was filled with an air of anticipation. Teasing touches, hungry kisses, there were a few moments where you thought everything would happen right then and there. Luckily, you spent the day just the three of you, Kie and John B off working, so they didn’t have to suffer through your disgusting PDA. By the time you got back to your apartment (that Pope and JJ practically lived at), you were ready to rip their clothes off. Judging by the way they grabbed you the moment the door was closed, the boys were ready to explode just as much as you were.

JJ’s lips are on your neck while yours caress Pope’s, feeling his blood pound through his veins as you do. One hand moves down his front, dipping below the waistband to palm his half-hard cock through his underwear. The moan that leaves his mouth is heavenly.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Pope groans. JJ nips at your next one last time before pulling away, resting his chin on your shoulder, eyeing Pope with a smirk.

“Well believe it, baby. You’re getting your dick wet tonight.” He says, forcing a giggle to spill from you. You move away from the door, pulling both of the boys with you down the hall and into the bedroom as you begin to shed your clothes. By the time you fall onto the bed, you’re down to your underwear, bra halfway off, while both boys are stripped down to their boxers. Pope hovers over you, helping you remove the offensive piece of clothing. The groan that leaves his mouth when he sees you bare for the first time makes you blush.

“So beautiful,” Pope exhales, a single finger dragging up your sternum and circling around your breasts. His breathing starts to pick up, movements hesitant as his hands hover over your nipples.

“Don’t be nervous, bubba, just do what feels right,” JJ says. He’s lying on his side next to you, eyes dark as he watches Pope slowly lower his hand down to squeeze your boob. He starts to gently massage it, making you moan at the soft touch.

“That’s it, now touch her nipple. Watch me.” JJ pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it lightly. You moan at the feeling, the sound becoming louder as Pope copies the action on your other breast.

“Fuck…” he muttered, eyes focused on his actions, trying to get that sound to leave your pretty mouth again, and succeeding. JJ continues to work your nipple, encouraging Pope to copy his movements, leaving you a needy mess beneath them. As much as you loved what they were doing, you were ready for much, much more.

“Pope…JJ…please, I need more.” Pope groans at your neediness, not used to having a girl begging for his touch. The way you whispered his name like a prayer made his already hard member stiffen even more, almost painful against the fabric of his boxers. JJ leans down, nipping at your perky nipple, smirking at the yelp that you make. He shoves Pope lightly, mouth leaving your nipple with a pop.

“You gonna give her what she needs?” JJ says. Pope’s eyes suddenly widen, glancing between JJ’s smirking face and your hooded, needy eyes. Noticing his panicked look, JJ patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, bubs, I’ll tell you what to do. Come here, sunshine.” The second part is directed at you, situating himself on the bed so his back is against the headboard as he pulls your back against him. Pushing on your thighs, JJ spreads your legs for Pope, revealing your soaked panties covering your pussy.

“Look how wet she is for us. Doesn’t she look fucking delicious?”

“Fuuuck, yeah she does,” The low tone of Pope’s voice sends a shiver down your spine, eyes meeting his hungry ones. The thought of him absolutely devouring you makes your heart pound. The hunger in his eyes goes right down your core. JJ’s finger trailed down there too. Pushing the cloth to the side, he slides his fingertip through your folds, gathering your wetness before holding his finger out towards Pope.

“Taste her,” JJ demands. Pope follows through, lips wrapping around his wet digit, eyes never leaving yours as he licks your wetness from JJ’s fingers. You can hear JJ’s breathing quicken, the air hitting the back of your ear. His pardon is pressing against your rear as he holds you against his chest, lips exploring your neck.

Pope’s lips meet yours and you taste yourself against his tongue. Your moan vibrates across his lips, making him moan.

“You taste so good,” He mutters against your mouth. You smirk, squirming against JJ’s arm, trying to get closer to Pope.

“Why don’t you taste some more,” You whisper back seductively. In response, Pope’s lips trail down your jaw, moving down the other side of your neck that wasn’t been marked by JJ. He reaches your breasts, taking a nipple in your mouth, giving it some tender care with his tongue before moving to the next one and doing the same. He continues to trail down your body until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. Pope’s fingers hook under it, pulling the clothing down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room. Leaning down on his stomach, he gazes at your dripping center in awe. JJ’s lips detach from your neck, cheek resting against you as he looks down at Pope.

“Start slow, lick up her cunt a few times. Tease her a little bit.”

Pope does as he says, tongue sticking out to taste you. He moves up and down slowly, a long, breathy moan leaving your lips as he does. You bucked against his face, wanting more, only for JJ to press harder against your waist, biting against your shoulder as he squeezes your throat tighter for a moment.

“We don’t want to rush him do we?” JJ growls. You start to shake your head, Pope’s tongue delving between your folds making you interrupt with a moan. JJ’s hand grasps your neck, squeezing lightly as his mouth presses close to your ear. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“No, we don’t,” you mutter. Pope pulls away from you, peppering kisses to your inner thigh.

“I want to take my time with you. Been waiting for this for too damn long,”

“That’s right, bubba, take your time. This is all for you, she’ll get to cum when we let her. Now, work her clit. Just barely flick against it. I wanna feel her squirm.”

This little lesson continues on for what feels like hours. You do exactly as JJ wanted, squirming against his grip as he instructs Pope on all the best ways to explore your pussy. He purposely makes Pope avoid your clit, only allowing him to touch your sensitive bud every few minutes, just enough to keep you wanting and desperate against him.

You scream out as JJ orders Pope to move to your clit again. JJ chuckles darkly beside you, the vibrations of his laugh moving against your back.

“Please, please, I need to cum! Let me cum against your lips, Pope!” You whimper out.

Pope groans against your cunt, pulling away to look up at JJ, almost asking permission with his eyes.

“What do you think, Pope? Should we give her what she wants?”

“I don’t know, I’m having a lot of fun. But I wanna feel her cum.”

“I bet she looks so beautiful when she cum. I want her to scream your name. You hear that, sunshine, you’re gonna scream his name when he makes you cum. Then it’s my turn with you.” JJ bites at your ear lobe before instructing Pope to start using his fingers. He teases your entrance with the tip of one before slowly pushing it in, an elongated moan falling from your lips as he does. He pumps slowly, reveling in the feeling of your warm walls against him. He starts to pick up the pace as JJ tells him to, adding another finger and curling them against your special spot, your moans growing in volume as he does.

“Fuck, yes, Pope, right there!” you exclaim, head falling back against JJ’s shoulder as one of his hands grasps your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Suck on her clit,” JJ demands, the other hand moving to copy his actions on the other breast. You shout out as Pope does as he’s told, the combination of JJ’s hands on your breasts, Pope’s fingers pumping into you, and his mouth working your clit makes you see stars, fireworks going off in your body as you orgasm.

“Fuck, Pope!” You scream in pleasure. He removes his fingers, lapping up your juices like you were an oasis in the desert he was on the verge of dying from dehydration. Pope sits back on his heels, hand moving up to wipe his shining chin before JJ stops him. Gripping his wrist, JJ pulls Pope towards him, crashing his lips onto his in a heated kiss. He moans as he tastes you on Pope’s tongue, pulling away and gripping your jaw, turning your face to him, and attacking your mouth with his own. He shoves your face away, pushing you onto your stomach and sitting up on his knees.

He grips your hips, pulling your ass back against his bulging member before gripping your jaw again, pulling your back against him. Squishing your cheeks between his finger and thumb, he smiles over at Pope.

“Are you ready for your first blow job, Pope? I bet her pretty lips will feel so good around your cock.”

Pope nods enthusiastically, pulling off his boxers and tossing them to the side. His large dick springs free, the size of it makes both you and JJ’s jaw’s drop.

“Fuck, Pope,” You groan out. Pope’s cheeks heat up as JJ chuckles.

“You’re going to take his cock so well, sunshine.” He pushes you down on your hands and knees, pulling his own boxers down and slapping his dick against your ass. “Mine may not be as big, but I know exactly how to use it. Now open your mouth and take that dick.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and sliding forward, slowly impaling yourself on Pope’s member. Pope groans at the foreign feeling, accidentally jutting forward, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Pope pulls back quickly, palm caressing your cheek as worry overcomes him.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asks. You just giggle, nodding your head.

“It’s all good, Popey. Just relax, okay? I’m gonna make you feel good.” You move your mouth back onto his dick, taking it a few centimeters at a time. Swirling your tongue around his shaft, you moan as JJ slides the tip of his dick through your folds, running it open and down your wetness. Pope grips your hair harshly, eyes squeezing shut as he is washed in a brand new form of pleasure. JJ groans at the sight before him, your head bobbing on Pope’s dick as the other man’s head falls back in pleasure. JJ sinks into you, cursing as your warm walls surround his dick. JJ starts to thrust into you, rocking you against Pope’s cock as he does.

“How does that feel, bubs?” JJ asks.

“Like heaven,” Pope sighs, fingers gripping your hair harder as you take more of him down your throat. “Fuck I’m not gonna last very long.”

At Pope’s words, JJ suddenly pulls out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He pulls you off Pope’s cock

“You wanna feel heaven, man? Just wait till your balls deep in her pussy,” JJ promises. He instructs Pope to lay on his back, manhandling you onto his lap. You press your hands against Pope’s chest, leaning down to capture his lips with your own. Kissing up his jaw, you stop at his ear, smiling as you speak.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me, Pope. You’re gonna fill me up so good. Want you to cum in me. Can you do that, Pope?”

He can only nod as you lean back, biting your lip as you meet his eyes. Unexpectedly, you yelp out in both pain and pleasure as JJ slaps your ass, rubbing the stinging skin. His fingers move over to circle your tight hole and you gasp in shock.

“Such a dirty mouth. You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, sunshine? Are you a little slut for us?” JJ growls. Your moan as he slaps you again, forehead falling against Pope’s.

“Yes, I’m your little slut.”

“Think you can take both of us like the slut you are?” His finger dances at the entrance of your asshole, lifting a pornographic moan from your throat.

“Fuck yes. I want you both.” The grin on JJ’s face is devilish as he smacks your ass again.

“We’ll let Pope have some time with you first. It’s his first time, after all, we want him to feel special.” With that, JJ grips Pope’s dick, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance and pushing you down onto him.

Curses leave Pope as you sink down onto his incredible length, chest heaving as you almost cry out from the unimaginable pleasure. JJ kisses down your neck as he moves off the bed.

“Ride him good, sunshine,” He says before slapping your ass again, forcing you to move while he goes to rummage through a door. Bouncing slowly on his cock, your palms press against his abs as you grind your hips. Pope’s hands grip your own hips assisting you in your languid movements. You start to rock faster, moans filling the room as you angle your hips so his dick hits your g-spot.

JJ stands beside the bed, stroking his dick lazily as he watched the pornographic scene. He grips something in his other hand, putting it down for a moment to lean down and kiss Pope deeply. He does the same to you, gripping your jaw in his hand as he does.

He suddenly pushes you down so your chest is pressed against Pope’s, ass presented to JJ. He picks up the bottle and you shiver as something cold hits your asshole. JJ’s fingers return to the entrance, gathering some lube before slowly pushing two digits into your tight hole. You hiss out at the new feeling, almost collapsing completely against Pope, who is now thrusting up into your core.

JJ’s fingers pump in and out of you, helping you adjust as he kisses your lower back. He adds another finger, starting to pump again before Pope groans out.

“I’m getting close. Fuck she feels so good!”

JJ pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tip.

“Slow down, bubba. I want to be inside her with you.” JJ inches himself into your asshole, giving shallow thrusts as he does. You muffle your screams into Pope’s neck, the new sensation of JJ up your ass while also having two dicks at once overpowering you. You feel nothing else except for the pleasure each boy is giving you. You feel more connected to your boys than you ever had before. They develop a steady rhythm, moving together as one just like in everything else they do. Curses fall from your mouthing quick succession as you feel pressure build up in your gut. JJ’s fingers sweep around to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he can tell you are getting close.

“Cum on his dick, sunshine,” JJ commands.

Pope grips your hair, pulling you up for a wild kiss as his hips start to stutter.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You feel so good, I love you so fucking much,” Pope mutters against your mouth right before he comes, shouting your name into the air. You scream out as well, JJ putting extra pressure on your clit and forcing you over the edge. He slows down as you and Pope ride out your orgasms before pulling out of you and practically ripping you off Pop, pinning you onto your back. JJ stares down at your and Pope’s combined juices leaking out of you and lets out an animalistic groan. Gripping your throat, he slams into your pussy and you scream out. His pace is immediately brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

“God, you take dick so well, sunshine. You did so well for Pope, made him feel good. Can you do the same for me? I want to fill you up with my cum. I want you to be filled to the brim with me and Pope.” JJ’s downright sinful words make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Pope is suddenly laying beside you, his lips falling against your like a breath. The kiss is gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to JJ’s rough grip on your neck and hip as he slams into you. Pope’s fingers slide down your front until they meet your clit, rubbing soft circles onto it. He catches your moans and shouts as you approach your third orgasm. JJ’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, groans and curses sounding through the room.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to plummet into bliss, shouting incoherently against Pope’s mouth as you do. JJ isn’t far behind you, giving you a few more brutal, deep thrusts.

“I love you,” He proclaims right before he cums in you, filling you up just like he wanted. Giving you a few more shallow thrusts, he falls off to the side onto his back. The two of you are breathing heavily, Pope leaning over you to capture JJ’s lips, giving him a sweet kiss just as he gave you. He falls onto his back, taking your hand in his own. You take JJ’s and you swear you can feel the energy coursing through the three of you. It’s like a bond created by the universe, a string of fate connecting your hearts to each other that will be forever unbroken.

“So, how was it, Pope?” JJ questions. Pope just sighs before meeting JJ’s eyes across your body.

“Can we do it again?”

Both boys grin, but you just groan and laugh.

“I’m gonna need a break, boys. At least 3-7 business days to recover,” You say, arm falling over your eyes as exhaustion washes over you.

“Who said we needed you?” JJ says before rolling over you, bumping you to the side so he can hover over Pope, meeting him for a passionate kiss. The familiar feeling of arousal creeps into you as you watch the loves of your life share their love with each other. Fingers trailing down your torso, you start to play with your clit before a hand smacks it away. Pope’s eyes meet yours as he continues to make up with JJ, his fingers replacing your own, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. Sighing in content, you throw your head back, preparing your mind and body for a long night.

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[katsukari]

hiii !! i don’t know if anyone asked for that before, but i’d love to request J, N and X for bakugo, shoto, kirishima and denki (i saw that you already did denki for the jealousy one so for him just N and X) if it’s okay ofc. thank you so much, have a nice day!!! <33

Hello!!! No one has asked for these yet!  I hope you have a wonderful day as well! Let’s go!

Bakugou, Shouto, Kirishima, and Kaminari Fluff Alphabet: J, N, X

Bakugou Katsuki

Jealousy-Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I’m a little mixed on him, to be honest. Part of me wants to say he’ll become confident enough and secure enough in himself to not become jealous, at least not very easily. But there is another part of me that feels he’s just insecure enough inside that jealousy could be something he struggles with.

So I think, to be honest it will be a journey as you two grow in your relationship. He probably struggles with it more at the beginning than he does, say two, three years into it. 

So, for a while, when someone looks at you in a way that skeeves him out, or is just blatantly flirting even though he’s literally right there, he may have to fight with himself to not be an entire asshole about it. He’ll settle for a snarky comment, a quick kiss, or flirtations of his own to show that he’s the one with your attention. 

I would love to say that he learns how to walk away and talk about it with you, and he does talk to you about it don’t get me wrong, he just doesn’t really do the whole walk away thing. But he never is as confrontational as he was in the past, it’s more understated. 

When he’s more confident in himself he’ll just ask you if the man is bugging you, and then and only then, after making it a point of showing you were uninterested, did he walk away. 

Nicknames- What do they call their s/o?

BABE. He is 100% a man who calls his s/o babe. There is no discussion here. I will not take criticism or comments. 

Will also do princess/ prince/ your highness esp when he’s being sarcastic. Can be used when he’s being sweet though.

Jackass, dumbass, etc. If you have a problem with these nicknames tell him and he’ll do his best not to use them, but he uses them with everyone that he cares about (at least that’s my observation)

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes. Plain and simple. The man is a sucker for affection. He’ll try and play it off as all you, you’re the one who always wants the affection, you’re the one who wants the kisses and cuddles, but he wants his fair share. 

He becomes more comfortable with it as the two of you grow in the relationship. By the end of the first year he has no problem demanding cuddles when he gets home from work. He’s by no means cute or sweet about it, (99% of the time) but he’ll just flop on the bed and open his arms saying “C’mere,” 

Same goes for kisses. Though those weren’t much of something he struggled with. Not big on kissing in public though.

Todoroki Shouto

Jealousy-Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I think he’s a medium level jealous guy. He’s not going to lose his mind if someone looks at you, but he’s not not going to get jealous. 

He understands the difference between politeness and flirting, so he’s not going to have any issues with that. But when someone is expressly flirting, or trying to touch you is when he starts having problems. And like all of the guys I think they all have things that are not necessarily healthy that they get jealous over, and they know it, and they try not to be jealous over those things. What can I say, no one is perfect.  

He’s for the most part, probably going to make a snarky comment, and then walk away with you holding his hand. I can see him being kind of passive aggressive about it. It would take a lot to make him angry enough to go off on someone, so that doesn’t really happen. He’ll probably then check and make sure you’re okay and then he’ll move on. 

He may want some extra attention when you get home, but I think that other than that he should be fine. 

Nicknames- What do they call their s/o?

Love, I think this is a big one for him. Just for everyday use, whenever he feels like it, on special occasions, you name it. 

Dear, for the simplicity of it. And that’s what you are to him. One of the most dear and precious things he’s ever had. 

Will call you babe when he is feeling particularly flirtatious. It doesn’t happen often, so it’s a special nickname that he pulls out when he wants to make you go weak in the knees. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He is! I think once he gets a taste of affection he just can’t get enough. 

Like I’ve said before, he’s all about tender touches, and he loves kisses and he will give you lots of them (just not in public). He will kiss you whenever he gets an excuse to, and will eventually learn he doesn’t need an excuse. 

Not very cuddly in public, and doesn’t often start cuddles at home, but he’s never one to turn them down. Nor is he quick to leave them once they start. Loves to hear the quiet rhythm of your heartbeat and to feel the rise and fall of your chest. He finds a great deal of comfort in cuddling.

Kirishima Eijirou

Jealousy-Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I do not see him getting jealous easily, if at all really. It would take a lot, like you actively giving someone some kind of special attention. (He wouldn’t blame you for his feelings though, just to be clear.) 

He just really trusts you and I think he takes it to the realm of not worrying about where the two of you stand or feeling the need to get jealous just because you were nice to someone other than him. 

You’re a nice person. It’s as simple as that to him I think. 

When he does get jealous, the first time he really feels it, I can’t really see him “doing” anything about it. Because once it crosses that line I think we’ll see some of those negative emotions from middle school come out and I think he’ll just bottle it up.  

Of course, you notice and get him to talk about it and that kind of clears the air. He feels better after that. From then on, when he notices those feelings he’ll just take you aside and talk.

Nicknames- What do they call their s/o?

Once again, babe. 

Not really a nickname, but will constantly call you whatever the title of your relationship is in conversation with other people. Like “Hey, look what my girl/boyfriend/partner did!” Just all the time. 

I know I call him sunshine, but I think he would call his s/o something cute like that too. That or some other nature related nickname like buttercup. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Hell yes, he is affectionate! He is constantly hanging on you, holding your hand, dancing with you, giving you kisses. He loves it, can’t get enough. Doesn’t care when or where. 

He will do anything to make you smile. Doesn’t hurt that affection makes him smile too. So it’s a win win.  

Cuddles are one of his favorite things about coming home. Though be warned he will try to tickle you. Even better than cuddling though, is kissing while cuddling.

Kaminari Denki- J is in another post

Nicknames- What do they call their s/o?

Another babe. Though I think he likes it because of the classic romance tropes behind it. He tries to be smooth. 

Sweetheart, for when he’s feeling sweeter than normal, but as the relationship goes on I think this becomes more common. 

I can see him throwing in the occasional baby too. 

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He is a sucker for love. In any capacity. So affection is a yes for him. Dancing is a big form of affection for him, and he’s big into cuddles.

Anything that has you close is good. He likes the fact that he can smell your shampoo and feel your warmth when you cuddle. Holding your hand and spinning you around then pulling you in close while dancing in so much fun to him. 

And kisses are always a go, let’s be real. He loves everything about them and the fact that there can be such a range of emotion behind them. Will shower you with kisses at any moment, so be prepared.

[refinedbuffoonery]

Quarantine Moments (5.5)

By popular request, here’s QM #5 from Mac’s POV. This idiot is pining so hard and he doesn’t even realize it. 

*****

Mac watches the sun set behind them in his truck’s side mirror as Riley drives, the sky shifting from blue, to pink, then orange, then a dark burning gold, before fading to inky black. In front of them, the rising moon is barely more than a glowing sliver in the sky, and once they leave SoCal’s sprawling metropolis behind, the vast desert darkness swallows the beams of the truck’s headlights. 

Riley rolls her window down, letting the warm night air tug wisps of hair from her messy bun, and Mac can’t help but watch the way she smiles softly and breathes deeply, completely at peace. He rolls down his own window, and the wind ruffles his hair like a lover’s playful fingers. 

Mac is surprised when Riley parks in the empty campground. He assumed other people would have the same idea, but but as far as he can see, the area is devoid of human life. 

Mac turns his gaze to the glittering sea above. His eyes land on Vega and Arcturus—two of the brightest stars in the sky—before trailing the Milky Way to find Sagittarius along the southern horizon. 

Riley’s soft gasp draws his attention back to earth. Her lips part as she smiles, awestruck, and the stars are reflected in her big, dark eyes, almost as if she’s robbing them of their light. Thankfully Riley doesn’t notice his staring, because Mac can’t bring himself to look away. 

He should. He knows he should. But, for some reason, he can’t. 

Mac is still looking, minutes later, when Bozer yells at him to help make their bed. 

It’s not until he’s lying beside Bozer on the mass of pillows and blankets that Mac realizes how small his truck bed really is. In his mind, they all fit perfectly, but in reality, it’s only wide enough for two grown adults, not three. Mac and Bozer scoot to the sides to give Riley as much space as possible, but their shoulders will be overlapping no matter what. 

Riley’s arm brushes Mac’s as she squeezes her slim frame into the space in the middle, her warmth soaking into his skin. Mac likes her this close, likes her steady, reassuring presence at his side. They used to gravitate toward each other more, before he got back together with Desi, and Mac will never admit it aloud, but he misses the closeness he once had with Riley. 

Quarantining with her, there were moments that felt like their old selves—the people they were back when Jack was still around and their biggest problem was Mac and Riley’s respective daddy issues—but then there would be a long, awkward pause in conversation or Desi would come up, and then that weird gap between them would be right back, wide as ever. 

Mac isn’t sure how it even got there in the first place. 

He tries to forget about it, distracting himself by searching for constellations while he waits for the first meteor to appear. Finally, one does, zipping across the horizon in the blink of an eye. 

“Did you see that?” Bozer squeals.

Riley laughs softly. “Yeah, but I have no idea where it came from, or where I should be looking.” 

Mac opens his mouth to explain, but Bozer beats him to it. “For starters, don’t look straight up. Look near the horizon. As Perseus gets higher in the sky during the night, the meteors will appear to come from higher up too.”

“Thanks.” 

They watch the sky in peaceful silence. 

Eventually, Bozer gets up to pee, and while he’s gone, Riley nudges Mac with her knee. “You’ve been quiet,” she says. 

How is he supposed to say that even though their shoulders are literally touching right now, that even though they’ve been locked in his house together for months, he’s never felt farther away from her? That there’s this ever-widening chasm between them that he doesn’t know how to bridge? 

Mac doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his eyes finding Vega overhead. “Ancient Chinese astronomers believed Vega and Altair were lovers, forever kept apart by the Milky Way.” He points with two fingers, one toward each star. “Vega is one of the brightest stars in the sky. It’s in the constellation Lyra, which just looks like a parallelogram. And over there is Altair, which is part of Aquila, the eagle.”

Riley doesn’t say anything. Mac glances at her in his peripheral vision. She’s squinting slightly, the way she always does when she’s focusing on something. She must not be able to find the stars, he reasons. Mac doesn’t think before sliding an arm beneath Riley’s shoulders and pulling her closer so that her head rests on his shoulder. His arm brushes her cheek as he points again. 

It’s odd being this close to Riley without catching lingering traces of her perfume—a warm, dark scent he can’t pinpoint but likes anyway. She hasn’t worn it since quarantine started, and Mac is starting to miss it. 

“I see it,” she breathes. Mac lets his arm drape across Riley’s body. 

She tenses, but she doesn’t try to extricate herself from his side. Part of Mac knows he probably shouldn’t be holding her like this. A bigger part doesn’t care. Riley is his best friend goddammit, and he can cuddle her if he wants to. It doesn’t have to mean anything. 

“Show me something else,” Riley says softly. 

Mac takes a slightly unsteady breath before pointing in a different direction.  “Over there are Sagittarius, which looks like a teapot, and Scorpius, which looks like a hook or the letter ‘J.’ Between them is the supermassive black hole that exists in the middle of the galaxy. All of the matter in the Milky Way orbits around it.” 

Black holes are easy. Black holes make sense. But Riley...Riley doesn’t. 

Especially when the moment passes, and she turns her head away to holler at Bozer. “You good, man?” 

Bozer yells back from the other side of the truck. “Yeah! Got a little performance anxiety from this creepy bug staring at me.” 

Mac imagines Bozer having a staring contest with some random desert bug sitting on the hood of the truck and bursts out laughing. His arm inadvertently tightens around Riley, and the wicked gleam in her eye when she looks up at him makes the moment even funnier. 

He feels it again, that gravitational pull toward her. He’s tempted to let it drag him closer, but he’s afraid of what it might mean if he does. 

Riley squirms when Bozer climbs back into the truck, and Mac hesitates before letting her go. 

The three of them lay together for hours, just looking up at the stars, until Bozer initiates a chain reaction of yawns. “Mac,” Bozer says. “Did you set the alarm?”

Patting the pillow above Riley’s head, he answers, “Yeah. My phone is right here.”

Riley twists to look at him in horror. “Alarm?” 

Mac explains, “The meteor shower’s peak is between three and four am. So unless you’d rather stay up all night...” Riley groans, pulling up a blanket and rolling onto her side. Chuckling at her dramatics, Mac grabs a blanket for himself and watches the stars until he falls asleep. 

~ 

The volume of his alarm is set far too loud for the phone only being inches from his ear, and Mac winces as he’s forced into consciousness. Beside him, Riley growls, “Turn it off.” 

He’s lying on his side with an arm around Riley’s waist, holding her in the curve of his body, but it doesn’t feel weird or awkward. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the way Riley fit against him. Mac accidentally bumps her face as he silences the alarm, and he mumbles, “Sorry.” There’s no room to move away from her, so Mac just brushes Riley’s hair out of his face and puts his arm back around her. “I hit snooze. You have five minutes.” 

She sighs, absentmindedly brushing her thumb over his hand, and warmth spreads through Mac’s body that has nothing to do with the fact that it’s still nearly eighty degrees outside, even in the middle of the night. He lets himself snuggle closer. If he could live in the calm safety of this moment forever, Mac would. 

But he doesn’t hold Riley for long before feeling like he’s about to explode. Mac rubs her shoulder. “Riles, move. I have to pee.”

Riley groans again, but then her hips press into his as she pushes Bozer away, and Mac scrambles to get up before anything awkward happens. 

“I’m awake,” Bozer slurs.

“Sure you are.”

He’s back by the time the alarm goes off again, and Mac can hear the soft popping of Riley’s joints as she sits up and stretches. The meteors are more frequent now, nearly two a minute. Most are quick, bright flashes, but a few are slower, gracefully crossing the sky before burning up.

“Riley stop blocking the view,” Bozer says, kicking her in the back. Riley flops back down. 

A massive, glowing meteor arcs across the sky in slow motion, lingering for a few seconds before winking out of existence. “Wow,” Riley whispers, smiling. 

Wow is an understatement. Mac would’ve driven all the way out here for that meteor alone. 

Mac keeps his eyes trained on the heavens until the sky lightens and the first rays of sunlight stretch across the desert. The air seems to hum, the way it always does in announcement of the scorching summer sun. 

When they pile into the truck, Mac blasts the air conditioner. He’s already sweating, even though it’s barely six am. As he drives out of the campground and toward the highway, Bozer rattles off suggestions for where to stop for breakfast burritos on the way home. 

Apparently content to let Bozer decide, Riley demands, “Wake me up when you have my burrito. Goodnight.” Mac glances at her in the rearview mirror and smiles; she’s sprawled across the pillows and blankets, already fast asleep. 

[catchmewiddershins]

Haikyuu Hugs pt 2:

AOBA JOHSAI:

Oikawa Tooru: 

Really affectionate and clingy, will beg you for hugs with NO. SHAME.

He’s definitely a running fingers through hair and burying his face in your clothes, hair, back, shoulders etc kind of guy

So many little kisses!

He’s the sort of hugger who picks you up; he either lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his waist or he’ll place you on a table or countertop, especially if you’re a lot shorter than him, just so you can be at equal level

Also likes to rest his chin on top of your head and hug you from behind while you’re working or doing something else (washing up, cooking, etc)

Might grab your butt if he’s feeling particularly teasing, but definitely won’t if the hug is just so you can hold each other

Likes to do fairy kisses (idk what they’re called, this is just what my family calls them) when he flutters his eyelashes against your cheek, it makes you both giggle

Will fall asleep while laying across your stomach

Likes to hug you when wearing an enormous fluffy dressing gown, he’ll wrap you in it and snuggle

Has leapt into your arms at some point for a hug... you dropped him. He’s not going to stop trying though!

Lightheartedness aside, he knows to come to you for cuddles or hugs when he’s feeling down, you’ve often had hug sessions when he feels inadequate as a setter, or if he’s feeling insecure

Pouts when he wants hugs

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Wraps you in his big, muscley arms (the dream of many of us, I’m sure)

This man is SUCH a secure hugger, it’s amazing, he just folds you into his embrace and you never want to let go

Warm hugs and tight hugs, like a comfy straight jacket

He always knows when you want to let go... it is rare that you want to

The kind of hug that’s like instant stress relief, side effects include:

Falling asleep

Dozing

Relaxing all of the muscles you didn’t know were tensed

Bursting into tears because you’re actually really stressed or worried and the hug was just the trigger for you to let it all out

He likes to give you massages, all you have to do is curl up on the sofa with him to watch television or read or anything and he’ll lean against the side, place you in front on him, all stretched out across the length of the cushions, and just massage your back, neck and shoulders (you don’t know what you’d do without him)

His hugs are so warm that you just hug him as a replacement for a jumper or hot water bottle... sometimes you just don’t turn the heating on. Really. His skin is a radiator!

Unconscious squeezes

Squeezes in general, he’ll squeeze your waist or shoulder walking past, pull you to his side and give you a squeeze, sit with you and just give you a quick squeeze, it’s adorable

You know he wants a hug because he gets slightly clingy but won’t admit it to your face

Sometimes huffs playfully or teases you when hugging you, you know he loves you though

(Seriously though this boy’s muscles are perfect huggers)

Matsukawa Issei:

Tall boy hugs (I mean, depending on what you think is tall - he’s 6′2″ that is enormous to me)

This guy actually really likes jokes so you bet he’ll hug you and then absolutely WREAK the atmosphere by whispering the cheesiest jokes into your ears

You: Yay warm hug time! ~ Mattsun: what does a cheese say when it looks in the mirror? Halloumi!

Easygoing hugs, pretty casual... he uses you as an armrest at random moments

He likes to hug you from behind as well, sneaking up and putting his head on yours, long arms draped over your shoulders

Likes to tell you about all of the stupid stuff Oikawa did throughout the day while you snuggle

Back of the neck kisser 

Hanamaki Takahiro:

If you compliment his hugs, he will either awkwardly blush and go weird or be super cool and suave but be dying inside... no in-betweens

He’s a lot calmer than his fellow teammates and so, if you’re really tired and stressed, he is definitely the go-to person to hug

He will stand there and hold you for a while, perfectly still, so you can listen to his heartbeat

Has a habit of sitting on tables, he’ll lift himself onto one and ask you sit with him and then he’ll pull you to his side and urge you to tell him about your day

Lukewarm hugs... not cold but not warm either... if tepid water was a hug

He likes it if you kiss the top of his head

Yahaba Shigeru:

This may seems surprising to some, but Yahaba is BIG on PDA

He loves to show you, and your relationship, off to others, be it teammates, other teams or even random strangers

How does he do this you ask? He’ll walk up to you (literally even mid-conversation) and hug you. Not a casual sidelean, not a sweet little waist or shoulder squeeze, no no, the WHOLE NINE YARDS! One moment you’re talking to a friend and the next thing you know, he’s behind you, yanking you to his chest and squeezing the life out of you

Sometimes, if he’s being clingy, he’ll turn you around so you’re facing him

He would turn you around more but you told him not to because it’s rude if you’re talking to someone

You two always walk with an arm around each other’s waist

When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot calmer, very much into forehead kisses while hugging you, your hands resting lightly on his chest

He actually really likes it when you fiddle with his hair, you tend to twist that curl at the front around your fingers

If you’re ever down on yourself, he snaps and forcefully grabs you into the tightest and most aggressively loving hug of your LIFE

Watari Shinji:

Watari is very gentle and encouraging, and that shows through his hugs

As a libero he’s very perceptive, learning exactly where the ball is going to go and having to devise how to receive it

Therefore, that skill bled into his relationships, and he can tell immediately when something has you upset or worried

His solution? Cuddles!

The two of you like to cuddle sitting down, leaning against each other, you sitting on his lap, blankets, stretched out over one another, everything

He has a habit of tapping out little rhythms on whatever body part of yours is closest to him

Face nuzzles

You like patting his head because his hair is fun to touch

But really, if he sees you’re sad, he’ll take your hand and gently lead you somewhere, sitting you down and just pulling you into a warm embrace where you eventually spill everything that’s bothering you

Sometimes his perceptiveness is unnerving, it seems he knows how you feel before you do (happened to me today... weird experience) but that just means that the two of you love away those nasty feelings before they even take root

Kyoutani Kentarou:

MAD DOG! TIGHT HUGS!

I do sort of think that he can give soft hugs too but they are special, you know... reserved for mental breakdowns

He’s pretty aggressive but he’s DEFINITELY not a bad person - he will hug you if you want it!

His hugs, as aforementioned, are tight! as! his steely arm muscles! 

He will drag you to him and crush you against his chest, you both just squeeze each other like your lives depend on it

He is especially like that after matches, you run over to congratulate him and he just grabs you, hugs you and then throws you into the air

When you’re together, he is softer

You fiddle with each other’s fingers and he often crosses his legs before plonking you in his lap and possessively curling around you, arms circling your waist and squeezing, chin in the crook between your neck and collarbone

Sometimes he likes to smother you with kisses while holding your back to his chest... just *kisskisskisskiss* at the speed of light, crook of neck, elbow, head, face, stomach just aggressive fast kisses and you love it because it tickles and he always blushes a lot after doing it

If you ask for a hug he might make a sort of growly huff noise and ‘reluctantly’ side hug you (he loves it really) 

He likes to completely relax and flop over the sofa, taking up the entire length with his feet dangling off of the end and let you lie on top, falling asleep to the rumble of his chest while he strokes your hair and watches TV

Kindaichi Yuutarou: 

Kindaichi the sweetheart is very soft and so are his hugs

He is also a tall boy, a very tall boy, so you often just hug while facing each other

He likes to pat your head, back or hands gently while hugging you

Sometimes he says little sweet things so you’ll be hugging and he’ll just say quietly that you look very nice that day and then blush extremely hard

He rests his head in your lap while you’re doing something and he’s lying down

When he does this, you like to squish his hair flat to see how it looks, he doesn’t understand that he looks like an onion

He gives very warm hugs too, very good very nice

Sometimes he hunches over to bury his face in your shoulder, he does this for two reasons

It’s either because he loves how you smell and just loves how comfy your shoulders are

The other option is that he’s beating himself up over what happened between him and Kageyama, thinking that, since Hinata is able to hit the ‘king’s toss’ that it wasn’t Kageyama’s fault for being too demanding but his for just being a useless player

Your hugs always cheer him up when he feels like that

The reverse is also very possible, feel sad? Hug Kindaichi, you’ll cheer up!

You two are definitely snugglers and pyjama people, lots of late night movies that end in falling asleep on each other

Kunimi Akira:

So Kunimi is lean and therefore pretty skinny

That in no way means that he isn’t a good hugger

You two don’t hug that often and definitely not around other people

He is the ✨epitome✨ of lazy hugs, think of him like a boneless rubber chicken, he just droops onto you, arms dangling and long legs and torso melting onto you, whatever position you’re in (usually hunched over working)

He also is the master the casual arm sling around your hips, and the elbow on head

When you two actually hug properly, standing, he doesn’t pull you in or have his arms tight, he just has his fingers loosely interlocked, hands resting just above your butt while your have your arms looped around his neck, his head in your hair

Falls asleep on you a lot, you’ll be leaning on each other and, next thing you know, he’s dropped right off to sleep 

Soft snores 🥺

He nuzzles into your stomach unconsciously while he’s sleeping

Literally any time he’s tired, he’ll trudge over to you and lay his head on yours, sighing

BONUS:

Idk why I put him with Seijoh but I can’t be bothered to write for his entire team

Hyakuzawa Yuudai: 

VERY VERY VERY TALL BOY! VERY TALL! VERY! I JUST ABOUT COME UP TO THIS MAN’S STERNUM!

So his height makes him an optimal hugger, you can take so much comfort in the safety he makes you feel

And guess what? He’s also a very sweet guy so EXTRA SPECIAL

I honestly love him, he’s very soft-spoken and calm, he likes to whisper little endearments to you while you hug

His favourite thing is when you stand on a stool, chair or table in order to be at equal height (or near enough) with him so you can look into each other’s eyes when you hug

He sometimes just picks you up instead

He’s also very respectful and polite so you better believe that he always makes sure that you’ve had a good day and hugs you in whatever way you need

If you’re sitting down, he just w r a p s his very long legs around you and you sit in his lap, reading, watching something, drawing, playing a game or whatever, his arms are around you and in front so you can do things together

[jemej3m]

Dare You

anon asked:

If your still doing prompts... What about if Neil and Andrew are friends and Neil figures out that he likes Andrew and asks his friends how to woo him and then Andrew has to deal with Neil's terrible attempts at wooing. But everything neils doing is the same thing that Andrews been doing but in his own way? Idk, the idea just won't leave me alone and I'd love to see how amazing you could write it. Love your writing besides, it always makes my day :)

also on ao3!!

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Neil and Andrew had been friends for 5 years when they have their first kiss. 

The context? Neil’s small-town friends had all found themselves at the same university. Obviously, they banded together. Obviously, there were parties. Neil’s not a party person himself, but he loved his eclectic family and wanted spend time with them whenever he could. He’d moved to Palmetto when he was 13 with his mother, and as the youngest of the group, watched as the rest of them moved on from middle school to high school, and then from high school to college. 

But now they were all back together again. 

Thus developed his (mild) enjoyment of Allison or Nicky’s chaotic fiascos, which were technically parties, just lacking any rhyme or reason. 

Andrew wasn’t a party person either: in high school, he, Neil and Renee would have movie nights instead, waiting for the rest of them to stumble home in drunken stupors. 

He still tagged along to these gatherings, though. Maybe because Neil and Renee were now commonly in attendance. Neil didn’t think that Andrew would come just for Neil, but he hadn’t worked out why Andrew had become so inclined to participate. Maybe because Aaron was there, and they were trying to patch things up with one another. Their mother’s accident had really put a rift between them. 

“Are you playing?” Allison demanded. “Neil, you’re playing. Renee’s managed to convince Andrew to play, so you’re playing.” 

“Fine,” Neil mused, mostly to appease the inebriated monster that Allison was. No attention was paid to him in these drinking games, mostly because he didn’t drink, but also because he didn’t do anything too unreserved. 

“Great!” she cheered, slinging an arm around his shoulder and brought him to the circle. He automatically took his seat next to Andrew, and felt his friend lean closer. 

Friend was a loose term. Neil and Andrew were almost attached at the hip: When Neil’s mom had died two years ago, Andrew snatched him away and got a spare mattress in his bedroom till Neil had enough money to afford rent somewhere. Andrew was the only one who knew every horrific detail of Neil’s violent childhood, and the only one who’d seen the scars left by his dead-beat dad. Neil was the only one who knew everything about Andrew, too. 

“Spin the bottle, Allison?” Dan leered as the girl put an empty beer bottle in the centre of the circle. Everyone was there. “We’ve got family members here!” Aaron mimed a retching action as Nicky laughed, clapping loudly. 

“It’s just to pick who has to do truth or dare,” Allison retorted, waving the bottle in Dan’s face. “You wanna go first, huh? I’ll pick out your dare for you, Wilds. A personal attribute!”

“No way,” Dan laughed, leaning back into Matt’s shoulder. The guy was half asleep: alcohol did that to him, sometimes.

“Fine, I’ll spin it,” Allison huffed. With a little too much vigour, she flicked the neck of the bottle, sending it spinning wildly. 

And of course, it had to land on Neil. 

“First of the night!” Nicky crowed. 

“Neil’s just going to pick truth,” Allison complained. “And make us all sad.”

Neil grinned at her. “Not my fault you grew up in a guilded bubble.” 

“Shut the fuck up. Choose!”

Neil hummed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Don’t do something stupid,” Andrew warned under his breath. 

“Dare,” Neil said. 

“Here we go,” his best friend sighed. 

“Fuck yeah,” Allison grinned. “What should we make you do, hm? We all know you can and will eat anything without even flinching, no clothes-off, no alcohol...” 

“Maybe he should go try and steal something,” Kevin slurred. “He’s good at it. Fuckin’ hot-wired a car once, for the hell of it.” 

“Fuck off, Kevin,” Neil managed, ignoring the incredulous looks that the others were giving him. 

“When the hell did you manage that?” Dan demanded. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” 

“He should kiss Andrew,” Matt mumbled, burrowing his face into the crook of Dan’s shoulder. No one heard him. 

“We should see if he can jump from the dorm roof!” 

“No,” Andrew said. 

“He should shotgun three Caprisuns,”

“Too easy!”

“Fine, five!” 

“He should kiss Andrew,” Matt repeated, sitting up and blinking the sleepiness away. 

The circle grew quiet. 

“Yeah,” Allison breathed, grinning wildly. She looked to Neil. “You’ve gotta kiss Andrew.” 

Neil glanced at Andrew, whose gaze was hooded as he glared at the been in his hand. 

“I’m not doing that if Andrew doesn’t want to,” Neil said. 

Andrew shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“See?” Allison said, gesturing wildly. “Pucker up, Josten.” 

“Well, this isn’t how I expected this to go,” Neil muttered. Andrew looked up at him, something making his eyes sparkle. “Tonight, I mean.” 

“Right,” Andrew said. “Well? Hurry up.”

Neil hadn’t kissed many people before. Andrew knew that all too well: he’d heard about all three of Neil’s dating disasters in meandering rants about expectations and Neil’s lack of interest in - well, anyone, really. 

He was overthinking this. It was just a kiss. 

“And no measly pecks, either!” Dan insisted.

Andrew didn’t care. It was just a kiss.

Neil felt all stiff and awkward, because he had no idea what he was doing, but it was fine, because Andrew was tilting his head and lifting up his hand to press his fingertips to Neil’s cheek, tilting up his chin a bit. Neil let him. 

When Andrew drew back, all Neil could think was that his lips were so soft. So soft. Everything about the kiss had been feather light, which wasn’t like Andrew at all. 

Neil learned new things about Andrew every day. 

“Happy?” Andrew said, facing the circle once more. Allison was cheering as Nicky and Aaron gave each other all-knowing side eye: Dan was clapping, and Matt was looking right at Neil with his head tilted to the side. “Now: go pick on someone else.” 

“Someone your own size, might you say?” Nicky teased. Andrew flipped him off. 

It had been a nice kiss, Neil thought. He didn’t know Andrew could kiss like that. 

“You with us, Neil?” 

Neil glanced up and found everyone looking at him. “Yeah? Why?” He frowned. “Did it land on me again?” Did he have to kiss Andrew again? He didn’t want to: not in front of everyone, at least. 

Wait, what?

“You’ve been spared for now,” Allison grinned. Neil flipped her off. 

And that was Andrew and Neil’s first kiss. 

*

Neil burst into Matt and Kevin’s dorm room - obviously, he and Andrew shared one, and Aaron was in the fancy dormitory for academic scholarship students - in a small frenzy. 

“Hey,” he told Kevin, who was sitting on his bed minding his own business. “Fuck off.” 

Kevin glared at him. “You realise this is my room?”

Matt took off his headphones, looking over his shoulder from the tiny desk he’d crammed in at the end of his bed. It was comedically small in comparison with his gargantuan frame. 

“Please?” Neil begged. “I need to talk to Matt.” 

“Why can’t I hear it?” Kevin demanded. “I’ve literally known you longer than anyone else. We used to watch each other shit in toddler potties, Neil.” 

That was true. Still, Neil needed Matt, his not-childhood friend. 

“Dude,” Matt said. “Neil and I are bros. Somethings are just bro to bro. You talk to Andrew about shit you don’t talk to Neil about, yeah? Y’all are like brothers. That’s different from being bros.”

“None of that made sense,” Kevin muttered, packing up his shit. He glared at Neil. “I’ll be in the common room. You’re making up for this by editing my thesis.” 

“Looking forward to it,” Neil said dryly, ushering Kevin out the door and leaning against it, feeling a little breathless. 

Matt jumped onto his bed, patting the spot next to him. “Come hither, child.” 

“I hate it when you say that,” Neil complained, dutifully crossing the tiny room and curling up into a ball on the mattress next to him. Matt patted him on the shoulder gently, though it still managed to send shocks right to his fingers and toes. Matt was just a big guy. 

“What’s this all about?” Matt pushed, when Neil stayed in a curled ball. 

Neil’s head flopped back, thudding against the wall. He swallowed, staring at the ceiling. 

“I like Andrew.” 

“Well, that’s good news,” Matt laughed. 

“No, Matt.” Neil glared towards the window. “I think I’m in love with Andrew.” 

“Yes,” Matt said earnestly. “I know.” 

Neil’s neck nearly snapped what with how fast he looked at Matt. “What?”

His friend snorted. “Dude, you’ve always been infatuated with him. We’re best friends, Neil. You and Kevin are best friends. Do you really want to go cuddling up with either of us, like you do with Andrew? Do you spend hours with either of us at a time, just talking? Do you dream about us? Have you told us everything about you?”

“How do you know I’ve done those things with Andrew?” Neil accused, even though he was completely right. 

Matt shrugged. “That’s how I am with Dan.” 

“We’ve cuddled,” Neil said weakly. 

Matt slung his arm around Neil’s narrow shoulders. It was like wearing a blanket. “Hell yes, we have. But that’s not what I mean.” 

“We don’t do that.” 

“Head out of the gutter, bucko. Remember that photo Allison managed of the two of you? Asleep on the couch? You were literally asleep on Andrew’s chest: one of his legs was hooked over your hip. That’s some serious canoodling, bro.” 

“You’ve analysed us that intensely,” Neil said flatly. 

Matt snorted. “It’s kinda hard not to. You’re both all over each other. I’d say it’s sweet if it wasn’t, well, you and Andrew.”

“So if you knew I liked him,” Neil complained. “Why’d you dare me to kiss him? Now I’m aware of it, and I hate it!”

“That was kinda the point,” Matt admitted. “Why the hell do you hate it? Love is a good thing!” 

“Need I remind you of my parents?” 

Matt shoved him gently. “Don’t start pulling the parent card. Neil, you’ve loved Andrew for years. And - well, I can’t really read him, no one can - I think he likes you back.” 

“He does not,” Neil insisted. 

“He does!” Matt sung. “You know what you have to do now, Josten?”

“No,” Neil said, sullen. 

“You’ve gotta woo him.” 

“Here we go,” Neil mumbled. 

Matt winked. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Andrew will be head over heels for you in no time.”

*

“So,” Neil said, sitting on his bed. Andrew was reading a book, his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He only wore them in their room, even though everyone knew Aaron had reading glasses and thus Andrew would have to wear them too. He had his armbands off and a pair of knitted socks on. Neil had become so keenly aware over everything that constituted of Andrew recently: it was driving him up the wall.  

Andrew looked at Neil from over his book. “What?” 

Neil shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you want to go somewhere?” 

Andrew glanced at his watch. “Now?” 

Neil shrugged again. 

“What’s this about?” Andrew asked, sitting up.

“Nothing!” Neil stressed. “Just thought it might be good to - get out?” 

“It’s a Tuesday evening,” Andrew said flatly.

Neil deflated. “We don’t have to go.” 

Andrew sighed. “Fine.” Neil perked up. “Where did you want to go?” 

Neil hadn’t thought that far ahead. “David’s?” 

“David’s,” Andrew repeated. “Neil, you don’t like diner food.” 

“Well, now I do!” He really needed to stop the hiccups in his voice. Stuffing his feet into his shoes, he yanked on his coat and shoved his keys and phone into his pocket. 

“Now I’m even more suspicious,” Andrew said, watching Neil’s erratic behaviour with mild amusement. “You’ve never willingly taken that phone with you unless I forcefully reminded you too.” 

He needed it to text Matt. “We all learn and grow,” he said breezily, escaping out the door. “Hurry up, I want coffee!” 

“It’s nearly fucking midnight,” Andrew growled. 

He skipped ahead till he arrived at the dorm’s parking lot: Andrew’s was in the corner, where it couldn’t be scratched. After his mother’s death he’d used his portion of her life insurance to buy the thing, but it hadn’t got him more than a heap of junk. He’d spent a whole summer fixing it up: Neil had watched him from the corner of his garage, a little mesmerised. 

Fuck, he liked Andrew so much. He could hardly contain it within himself. 

He switched the radio to Andrew’s favourite channel as they drove to David’s, an old diner on the corner of campus. It was run by a grouchy old man by the name of David Wymack, hence the name. He served the only pancakes Andrew would speak well of, and sometimes Neil could withstand the fruit smoothies. 

Andrew glanced over at Neil at the music choice - Neil almost always usually bickered with him about playing heavy rock when it got past 9 o’clock - but said nothing, continuing to drive. 

There was almost no one in David’s when they arrived, even though he usually shut at one. Neil was relieved for that: he didn’t feel like anyone watching him as he failed miserably at wooing Andrew Minyard.

Andrew got his pancakes and Neil decided to try the blueberry smoothie, sans ice cream. 

“What is wrong with you,” Andrew muttered. 

It clearly wasn’t going well. Neil grimaced and shrugged. “Dunno.” 

Andrew squinted at him. “Are you upset?”

“What? No!”

“Can you bozos stop wasting my time?” Wymack huffed. 

“Fuck you too, old man,” Andrew said. Wymack flipped him off and proceeded to put an extra scoop of ice-cream onto Andrew’s plate. Their relationship was baffling, especially after Andrew worked the summer here with Renee. 

They sat at a corner table, a little ceramic jug with plucked daisies plonked in the centre of the red-and-white chequered table cloth. 

“You seem jittery,” Andrew said. 

“I’m fine,” Neil managed. Andrew reached out with his hand under the table to stop Neil’s leg from bouncing. The heat from his palm was addictive. Neil made a strange squawking noise, and Andrew immediately withdrew his hand. 

“You’re fine,” Andrew repeated. 

“Yup,” Neil insisted. Andrew’s pancakes arrived, so Neil tried to distract himself from the ruffled blonde hair and pale eyelashes and the freckles on his nose, sipping at the smoothie. Neil didn’t know what to do with that information. It was quite unnerving. 

They were done by half-past-twelve, when Andrew decided to get up and leave without warning. Neil - in a moment’s panic - took one of the daisies from the jug and hopped up after him. 

Andrew was leaning against his car door, lighting up two cigarettes. Moonlight shone down, curling in his hair and curving across his jaw. Neil found himself a little star struck. 

Andrew offered up the second cigarette and Neil took it from between his fingers with his lips, like he usually did. This time all he could notice was how close it put them, and the shape of Andrew’s lips. Now Neil knew what they felt like, too. 

This is ridiculous, Neil thought. 

“Why are you holding a flower?” Andrew asked. 

Neil looked down to where the daisy rested in his palm. He brought it up and tucked it behind Andrew’s ear. The tips of Andrew’s ears went very pink: he had to be warm in that large sweater of his. 

“Don’t know,” Neil answered truthfully, looking at where the daisy drooped down over the shell of Andrew’s ear. 

“Okay,” Andrew managed, though his voice was a bit strained. What if he was allergic to daisies? No, that was ridiculous. Neil would know if he was allergic to daisies. 

They finished their cigarettes in the quiet. Everything was so muddled. Neil just wanted it to go back to normal. And yet: he wanted to kiss Andrew. 

Fucking hell, he thought. 

*

“Back to the drawing board,” Neil announced, bursting into Matt’s dorm room again. Kevin wasn’t there, thankfully. 

Matt arched his brow. “Huh?”

“Date and flowers didn’t work. What the hell do I do?”

His friend hummed. “What about gifts? Is there something you could give him that’s romantic?” 

“He likes chocolate?” Neil hedged.

“Could work,” Matt acknowledged. “Or, you know, we could make him jealous.”

“Absolutely not,” Neil grimaced. 

“Just a thought.” 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Neil groaned, sinking into a puddle on the floor. 

The door opened as Kevin stepped through. He didn’t even pause, stepping right over where Neil had melted onto the floor. 

“Don’t mind him,” Matt acknowledged. 

Neil made an exasperated noise. 

“Have you always been so dramatic?” Kevin acknowledged. 

“Maybe you could recite a monologue to him,” Matt suggested. 

Kevin frowned. “Who?” 

Before Neil could shush him, Matt sung out “Andrew!” with a cheerful smile. 

Kevin signed. “Fucking finally. Everyone’s been waiting years for the two of you to sort yourselves out.” 

“What?” Neil sat up. “Are you serious?” 

Kevin shrugged. “It’s pretty obvious.” 

“For fuck’s sake,” Neil groused. 

“He’s trying to woo Andrew into liking him back,” Matt informed Kevin. 

Kevin frowned. “Why don’t you just tell him that you like him?”

“Because that’s mortifying?” 

“You’re such a horribly adjusted human being,” Kevin muttered. 

“He’s kinda right,” Matt acknowledged. “I just kept asking Dan on dates till she accepted.”

“No,” Neil hoisted himself to his feet. “I’ll figure it out. It won’t have to come to that.” He glared at both of them. “Thanks for nothing. Neither of you know anything about relationships.” 

“We are both in committed, loving, long-term partnerships,” Kevin pointed out. 

“Love you too!” Matt called as Neil stomped out.

*

Neil eventually developed a checklist. 

Spontaneous midnight date? Nope. Flowers? Definitely a no. Making him a mixtape? Not the right decade. 

Accompanying him places definitely didn’t work: Neil was late to all his classes for a week. Cooking for two also didn’t work, seeing as the only thing Neil could cook was 2 Minute Noodles. 

Chocolates was a moderate success, but it probably didn’t help the wooing cause. It didn’t help that they roomed together: Neil didn’t get much time to scheme, because neither of them were social butterflies, and their dorm room was their safe space. 

The only thing he thought could’ve been counted a success was when they decided to rewatch the last two Harry Potter movies together: Andrew yanked Neil over to his bed and they nestled into the corner to watch the films from Andrew’s laptop. Neil was so consumed by the thought kiss him kiss him kiss him that he barely registered either of the films. 

One month passed since Neil’s epiphany, then one and a half: It even got too the point that Neil jostled Andrew’s shoulder at another of Allison’s ‘parties’ and said “Remember the last time she made us participate?” to which Neil only received an odd look and stale silence.

He also tried to rig one of Allison’s silly games, giving Andrew a piece of paper that asked do you like someone? Andrew set the thing on fire with his lighter, and the dormitory nearly had to be evacuated.

Neil was beginning to lose hope. 

“You upset, Neil?” Renee asked, dropping into the chair next to him. He was studying in the library, one of the few places he knew Andrew wouldn’t follow. 

“Hi, Renee,” Neil said, sullen. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She twisted herself around to face him. “What’s up?”

“Can’t talk to you about it,” Neil mumbled, resting his head on his folded arms and glaring at the table. 

“You know,” Renee said, slightly amused. “I overheard something about someone being interested in Andrew recently.”

Neil sat up. “You did? Who?” He’d fight them. Not that he was possessive, or jealous. 

Renee laughed. “You, silly.” 

Neil deflated. “Does everyone know? I feel like I was the last one to figure it out.”

Renee patted his shoulder gently. “Almost the last one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Andrew doesn’t know.”

“Good,” Neil huffed out. “That’d be embarrassing.”

Renee shook her head. 

“He’s never going to like me back,” Neil mumbled. “I’ve been trying so hard, but he won’t notice.”

“He did mention you were acting odd, recently,” Renee acknowledged. 

Neil huffed. “Yeah, well. There’s no point in keeping it up, is there? Not if nothing will happen.”

“You know,” she said. “I always found clarity in honesty.” With that, she winked and slid off her stool. “See you around, Neil.”

“Yeah,” Neil muttered. “See you.”

*

Neil dressed quickly in the shower stall and hooked his towel over his shoulder, carrying his small caddy back to his room. He was wearing old pyjamas: fire-engine truck flannels with one of Matt’s oversized (or normal sized, for him) hoodies that went all the way to his fingertips. He shook out his wet hair as he traversed from the bathroom back to his dorm room and shouldered his way in, the door unlocked. That meant Andrew was back. 

And back, Andrew was: facing the wall, he was tugging off a turtleneck sweater and yanking on a t-shirt that Neil recognised as his: he’d already changed into grey sweats that were too long for him, hanging around the ankles. 

Neil slowly put his soap back onto his little shelf, hanging his towel on a wall hook. Andrew glanced over his shoulder at him, acknowledging Neil’s presence, before going back to unpacking from his day and readying for bed. 

Neil felt sucker-punched. 

“Andrew?” 

He glanced back again, brows furrowing at Neil’s strange tone. “What?”

When Neil couldn’t answer, he dropped what he was doing and came closer. His fingers curled in Neil’s collar, tugging him closer. 

“You’re pale as shit,” he commented. “Are you going to collapse?”

“I’m already falling,” Neil joked weakly. 

“What?”

“What?”

Andrew stepped back. Dammit, Neil thought. “What the hell is going on, Neil? You’ve been acting fucking weird for ages, now.”

“I really like you,” Neil breathed out. 

Andrew froze. 

“I wasn’t meant to say that,” Neil bit out, folding his arms over his chest. “But I can’t get over it. Ever since we kissed I’ve been kinda losing my mind, and everyone’s told me I’ve liked you for years -” 

“Shut up,” Andrew said fiercely, stomping right up into Neil’s space, crowding him against the door.

“Um,” Neil mumbled, blinking. 

“You’re the worst,” Andrew hissed. “You’ve been doing all this shit because you like me? I thought you were working up to telling me you were leaving!”

“What?” Neil echoed. 

“Shut up,” Andrew complained. “You’re the fucking worst. I hate you.” 

And then he kissed him. Andrew kissed Neil, that is. It was definitely one of the best moments of Neil’s life, which wasn’t saying much, considering his track record. Still, Neil’s fingers spread out across Andrew’s shoulder blades as his hands grasped Neil’s jaw, kissing him for real, this time. 

Neil had been right: it was definitely better when there was no one else watching. 

Andrew’s shoulders were hunched over when he fell back, pressing his forehead to Neil’s shoulder. 

“You like me?” Neil asked, voice higher and breathier than he thought he could manage. “Since when?”

“I hate you,” Andrew retorted. Then, quieter, he said: “Since forever.” 

Neil’s hands pressed him closer: this wasn’t unfamiliar, the proximity, Andrew’s touch, breath wafting over bare skin. But the warmth encompassing it made sense now. 

“Okay,” he said. And then: “Me too.”

“Were you trying to woo me with 2 Minute Noodles?” Andrew inquired.

“No,” Neil said sheepishly. 

Andrew shook his head, tilting Neil’s head down for another kiss. Then he signed against Neil’s lips. “I hate you. So much.” 

Neil grinned.

*

HEEHEEE

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write a little reaction of the bros + undatable (if you do that) in hearing mc singing or seeing mc dancing and and find out they're very good at it. Thank you in advance, lots of love!❣

*bursts through the wall* Choir kid mode, activate!!

Hope you like it, Nonnie!

Lucifer: The human tended to be...noisy.

That wasn’t the right word, and Lucifer knew it wasn’t the right word, but he couldn’t think of another way to phrase it. They were always humming a Human Realm song he didn’t know, tapping their foot to a beat he couldn’t hear, swaying to a rhythm he couldn’t feel.

So he shouldn’t have been surprised to discover that they had quite the siren’s voice.

He had been in the process of leaving the House of Lamentation to attend a meeting with Diavolo. The fact that the human’s bedroom door was left slightly ajar didn’t even register to him until their voice reached him, making him pause.

Although they were merely singing for themself, and thus not putting all of their power behind their voice, he could still tell how strong it was. Clear, bright, and mid-range. Without fully meaning to, Lucifer closed his eyes and listened. He didn’t know the song or the lyrics, but that didn’t make their voice any less captivating...

Until a harsh clattering interrupted both of them.

Their D.D.D vibrated against their desk, cutting off their singing and breaking Lucifer out of his spellbound state. With a shake of his head, he continued on, smiling softly. Their human was just full of surprises, weren’t they?

Mammon: “Nu-uh, you’re lyin’ to me.”

“Swear to Go - oops,” the human cut themself off with a laugh. “Guess that’s not a thing I should do down here. But for real!”

Mammon snorted, folding his arms behind his head as he flopped back against the human’s pillows. “I can’t see it.”

The two of them were parked on their bed, having long since tuned out the high school anime that Levi had begged them to watch. They had managed to make it to the part where the main love interest stumbled upon the shy nerdy character practicing in the choir room and revealing that they had some Broadway-worthy pipes before they got bored.

“I’m telling you, I was a hardcore choir kid!” the human smacked Mammon on the shoulder with the pillow they had been cuddling with. “I did competitions and everything!”

“That might be the lamest thing you’ve ever told me.” Mammon snickered. “Did you wear robes and shit too? Ow, hey, stop hitting me!”

The human gave him one final pillow-smack to the face. “Well, I WAS going to show you the video of the solo I did, but…”

“Aw, hey, don’t be like that.” he whined, popping up. “You know I’m just messin’ with you.”

After a few more minutes of poking and prodding, Mammon finally convinced them to pull up the video. All of the choir members were dressed smartly in black, but even in uniform, his human outshone them all. They stood apart from the rest, in front of a microphone, and belted out the most heartfelt lyrics Mammon had ever heard. It was a little bit tear-jerking - not that he was tearing up or anything!

“Well?” the nudged him with their elbow as the video finished up. “What do you think?”

“I’ve heard worse.” he shrugged, pointedly turning his head away so they wouldn’t see the awestruck look in his eyes.

“That’s Mammon-ese for “you’re the best singer in the Three Realms,’ right?” they grinned impishly.

“Oh, shut it, human.”

Leviathan: This was all Levi’s fault.

About a week ago, one of his idols had released a video of their dance practice, and, like the incorrigible fanboy that he was, Levi had proceeded to geek. He had sent the video to them, accompanied by flurry of keysmash and emojis that came in so fast that their D.D.D had vibrated off of their nightstand before they could catch it.

After the initial fangasm, Levi demanded they watch the video and tell him what they thought. They had learned from experience that he wouldn’t shut up until they gave him a thesis paper about the video, so the tapped on the link.

It was definitely interesting choreography, and it looked fun. After watching it - with copious amounts of bouncing and swaying to the catchy beat - they flipped over to their messages.

Human: Man, that looks so cool! I kind of want to learn it!

Leviachan: Hah! Good luck, normie, this band is renown for their intense dances. Even I couldn’t do it!

Challenge. Accepted.

With a satisfied smirk, they watched as the file sent to Levi. It definitely could have been better quality, but considering they filmed it with their D.D.D camera perched on a stack of books, it looked pretty damn good.

Levi hadn’t been kidding, the dance was intense. Their muscles were sorer than they were after they worked out with Beel. But, nothing motivated quite like spite, and it was completely worth it when Levi responded.

Leviachan: You…but…how?!

Leviachan: It’s only been a week!! How could you have memorized it that quickly?!?!

Leviachan: More importantly, how were you able to do it?!

Leviachan: I know demons who have injured themselves trying to learn these moves!!

Levichan: *gasp* Don’t tell me you were an idol up in the Human Realm?!

Levichan: Hey, answer me already!!

Satan: He has definitely seen this in a movie somewhere.

The human was looking for a specific book - they were struggling to find research for their Ancient Curses course, and if anyone had a helpful book, it would be Satan. He had offered to help look, but they insisted that they could do it themself.

He doubted that, but never let it be said that their human wasn’t a tenacious little thing.

Watching them climb up the library ladder made his anxiety spike, but they handled themself just fine. Slowly but surely, he went back to his reading, keeping one ear tuned into the sounds they were making somewhere behind him.

That’s when he heard it.

He thought he was imagining things, or maybe the human had stumbled upon one of the books that spoke to you when you opened it. But, as he listened closer, he realized it was their voice.

“Here’s where she meets Prince Charming,

But she doesn’t know it’s him ‘til chapter three…”

There was no holding back his laughter even if he wanted to. He didn’t even need to look to know that they were sliding around on the ladder like that scene from Beauty and the Beast.

“What are you doing over there, Belle?”

“I want much more than this provincial life!”

Asmodeus: He couldn’t believe his luck.

Every time he had invited the human out to The Fall, they had staunchly refused him. They fed him every excuse in the book - they had to study, they were tired, they weren’t feeling good, etc. Even if he couldn’t work his magic on them, he could tell their reluctance was a result of fear of being surrounded by intoxicated demons.

Being around the brothers was one thing - they trusted them quite literally with their life. But other low-class, desperate demons with no such loyalty? Asmo didn’t blame them, and he didn’t push the issue.

But this time, they had said yes.

He didn’t know what changed, and frankly, he would care about that later. For know, he reveled in the fact that he got to see his cute little human all dressed up to go out! Ooh, they looked absolutely delicious.

And drunk.

“Well?” he asked over the pulsing beat of the music. “Are you socially lubricated enough to join me on the dance floor?”

For a moment, they stared at their cup before knocking it back and setting it on the table with a pronounced thunk. “Yup.”

Just as they arrived, the music changed. Slowly, sultry, and sexy. For a moment, Asmo thought they were going to shy away, but that liquid courage was doing it’s job phenomenally.

They moved with grace and elegance that reminded Asmo of the devotees at the ancient temples of Greece. He hummed a little when they accentuated the beat with a teasing roll of their hips.

“You’ve been holding out on me, darling,” he pulled them close to murmur in their ear.

“You think so?” they giggled. “If you like this, you should see me give a lap dance.”

Beelzebub: There was a little corner in the kitchen that had officially become the human’s herb garden.

Little pots with all kinds of green growing out of them were lined up neatly on the windowsill above the sink, and the plants from the Human Realm that needed sunlight that the Devildom didn’t have were placed against the wall beneath them, basking in the sunlamp they had bought on their last visit home.

It was a nice addition, and Beel could always tell when the human used their herbs in cooking. Something about it just tasted..better. He couldn’t quite figure out why.

Well, until now, that is.

He had just finished his morning workout and decided to grab a little pre-breakfast snack. With the sweat he worked up, he earned it. Swiping his forearm across his face to wipe off some of the sweat, he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

The human was standing with their back to him, tending to their garden. No matter how many times they reminded themself, they still forgot to buy a watering can, so they were still using a cup to water the plants. They took their time at each pot, giving them the appropriate amount of water and…

Singing to them?

Beel paused, hand around the door handle of the fridge. Yup, they were definitely singing to the plants, gently inspecting the leaves as they did so. Their voice was soft and sweet, and as Beel watched them,he could have sworn the plants looked a little more cheerful as they passed over them.

Beel felt a little more cheerful too.

Belphegor: “Did you seriously ask me to come over just so you could use my lap as a pillow.”

It was more of a statement than a question, and Belphie barely opened his eye enough to give them a lazy glare. “Yes.”

“Why.” they sighed, slumping back against the wall.

“You have a comfy lap.”

“You have, like, fifty pillows.”

“And none of them are your lap.” Belphie rolled over onto his back to look at them fully. Despite the bored expression he had, they could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “If you’re going to keep making noise, sing me a lullaby.”

He had been almost entirely joking. So when they started to actually sing, he felt his heart do something funny.

They had a soothing voice. Not too high, not too low…a perfect lullaby voice, actually. Without really meaning too, he felt himself start to doze. Before he actually fell asleep, he nuzzled closer to them.

“I wasn’t expecting you to actually be a good singer. Keep going.”

Diavolo: “I thought you said they didn’t teach ballroom dancing in Human Realm schools anymore.”

They couldn’t help but laugh at the situation they were in. Lord Diavolo had taken to having weekly “meetings” with them that were a thinly veiled excuse to grill them about whatever human custom he found himself fascinated with. Now it felt more like a gossip session instead of a meeting with the Crown Prince of Hell.

The week prior, they had lamented the fact that they were attending all of these formal gatherings as the Human Representative of the Student Council, but didn’t know any of the waltzes or other dances that seemed popular. It made them feel out of the loop.

So, they shouldn’t have been surprised when they arrived at the Demon Lord’s Castle to find Diavolo waiting for them in the ballroom.

“They don’t,” the human giggled as Diavolo spun them around. They had long since given up on memorizes steps and were now basically just twirling around the dance floor. “I guess I’m just a quick learner!”

“I should say so.” Diavolo’s smile was nearly blinding. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were classically trained!”

The human spared a glance down at their beat-up sneakers and jeans with a hole in the knee. “Really?”

“Clothes have nothing to do with it, my dear,” Diavolo suddenly pulled them closer before lowering them into a dip. “You could be dressed in rags and I would still find you mesmerizing.”

Simeon: “May I have this dance?”

Lucifer was still trying to hide them behind his back, but the human was having none of it. They ducked from beneath his arm and took Simeon’s offered hand. “Of course.”

It was hard not to burst into laughter at the angry sputtering and protesting behind them. Even Simeon couldn’t quite hold back the amused grin on his face. “I think you were supposed to refuse me.”

The two of them stopped in the middle of dance floor as the music started. “I like to keep things interesting.”

Simeon laughed, taking the lead. The dance wasn’t too complicated, almost boring. Until Simeon leaned down to whisper in their ear.

“What do you think? Shall we have some fun with them?”

They followed his gaze over to where the brothers stood fuming. Based on the air changing colors, they would bet good money that Satan was attempting to curse Simeon.

“Let’s.”

Simeon led them into a spin, and when they came back, he pulled them flush against his chest. He looked like he was about to give them instructions, but they leaned into him with an impish grin. His blue eyes widened slightly as they put their weight on him, sliding their leg up to his hip in a decidedly scandalous manner.

It didn’t fit the song at all, but the angry squawking from Mammon and the whine from Asmodeus was music to their ears.

“You catch on quick.” he laughed.

“I have to use those dance lessons for something, don’t I?”