#he said order two so you can have your midnight snacks in one of them and then just sleep in the other

[ghost-proofbaby]

everyone reblogging and saying we need to share a coffin with eddie rather than getting two separate coffins — you’re right. say it louder.

It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.

Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.

I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi

RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3

the smell of you

warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.

wc: 2.2k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“Eddie?”

The entire apartment is quiet – too quiet – as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall. 

“You dead?” you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, “Do I need to call the coroner?” 

Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, there’s an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold. 

You wouldn’t have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldn’t properly lose him. It’s more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him. 

Something unspoken. Something homely. 

“Sorry, what was that?” you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, “Say it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.” 

When he finally properly turns over, he’s a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the day’s exhaustion. 

He’d mentioned wanting to take a nap before you’d left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as he’d rambled about how he’d probably thrive as a vampire. 

“I said,” he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, “If you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.”

“Why do you need a comfy coffin if you’re already dead?” 

“You dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?” 

You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room. 

Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use. 

The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him. 

“Speaking of death,” you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, “Care to explain why you’re burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?” 

“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, “I put it on and thought I’d just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap, and then…” he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, “I’ll buy you a new one. Swear it.” 

It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or you really would be dead.” 

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him. 

When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, they’re pleasantly warm. 

“You were right,” you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, “It’s hot as balls outside.” 

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch. 

“You did,” you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently. 

He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back. 

One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and you’d remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home. 

“Wai- Where are you going?” he’s seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, “Get back here-”

“I need to shower,” you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, “I’m all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-” 

“You can shower after we nap,” he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re just as exhausted as I am.” 

You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, “Did you not hear me, Munson? I stink.”

“Good.” 

He doesn’t give you any time to react – in an instant, he’s throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair. 

“Eddie!”

If it were anyone else, you’d probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you can’t stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but he’s resilient. 

And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, you’re back to melting into him. 

Only once you’re relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, “I’ll have you know – I love your stink.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“I’m your idiot.” 

The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely can’t smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. It’d been through the ringer, and you’re back to tugging him away from you. 

“I refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,” you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, “I promise I’ll be quick with the shower.” 

“Baby,” he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, “You remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?” 

Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, “I do, unfortunately.”

“You really think I’d be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?” his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, “What kind of man do you take me for?” 

“The kind that gets off on annoying me.” 

His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, “You wound me.”

You’ve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. You’ve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum. 

You never grow tired of it. You never will. 

“Need me to kiss it better?” you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always. 

And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders, in fact.” 

“Great,” you see an opportunity, and take it, “I’ll get right to it, after my showe-” 

You don’t even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before he’s clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him. 

He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, “Unfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else you’ll be comfy coffin shopping.” 

“A fatal wound?” you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesn’t offend him – if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, “First, I’m smelly-”

“Again, I like when you’re smelly.”

“-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.”

Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes – and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside. 

He likes you, even when you claim you don’t smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.

You like him when he’s embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isn’t even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly. 

You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days. 

Disarmed entirely, you don’t even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. You’re more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each other’s socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso. 

“We’re gonna have to wash the sheets,” you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle. 

He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. “And wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, “I’m serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.” 

“Bury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,” he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off. 

You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy you’re sure is once again asleep. 

I love you.

I adore you. 

I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. 

And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you. 

The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, “Do you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?” 

To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat. 

“Oh, definitely. We’ll order two.”

[moonbeamwritings]

“Rin,” you whine, perching your chin on his stomach, eyeing him despite the phone that blocks your view. He’s aimlessly scrolling, just like he always does before bed, and you’re keen on stopping him. Your stomach grumbles and you call his name again. “Rintarouu.”

Without looking, he plops a hand onto your head and tells you, “Sorry, it’s after business hours.”

“Rin,” you’re not above groveling as your voice dips into a whine again, “can we go get food?”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“So? That McDonald’s down the street is open. I already checked.”

Rintarou’s hand moves to start massaging your scalp, though he still refuses to look at you.

“And, when have you ever turned down late-night fries?”

His phone tilts to the right and his pretty face comes into view, faux annoyance crossing his features. “But I’m sleepy, and it’s cold out.”

Making a show of batting your lashes at him, you jut out your bottom lip. “Please, babe. It’ll be my treat. You don’t even have to order if you don’t want to.” You shuffle up his chest to invade more of his space. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?” He quirks a brow, putting his phone aside to pull you towards his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

“Rin,” you redirect, “the food. That’s priority number one.”

His lithe fingers curl around the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your lips meet. He pulls away after a few, sweet seconds, but not before nipping at your bottom lip. “Alright, fine. We’ll go.”

He pinches the plush of your warming cheek and grins. “But only because you beg so pretty.”

Rolling your eyes and pushing against his chest, you move to stand, pulling on his hand to force him to make good on his promise.

When you reach the front door, clad in his EJP hoodie that’s a size or two too big, Rintarou tugs the hood up onto your head and pulls on the strings, making it scrunch around your face. He ties them before bundling you up in his coat next.

Affection creeps into the corners of Rintarou’s gray eyes as he inspects your form. “C’mon stinky, let’s go. My baby’s gotta eat.”

Five minutes later, you’re standing in the lobby of McDonald’s, cheeks rosy from the cold and Rintarou’s fingers entangled with yours as he earnestly inspects the menu. When you’re up, he tugs you along towards the counter, and speaks before you even have the chance to open your mouth, ordering your usual and then his, making a point to slip his card into the machine.

“Hey,” you hiss once the order is placed, squeezing his hand in yours. “I said I’d pay.”

He stoops a bit to press a kiss to the crown of your head, right atop your hood. “Don’t you worry yer pretty lil’ head about it, okay? I wanted to.”

“But-”

A click of his tongue stops you in your tracks as he slings his arm around your shoulders. “Nuh uh. No buts.”

You sigh at his insistence, but nevertheless you tell him, “Thank you, Rin.”

Pleased, he hums, “Mhm.”

The food comes out moments later, and with his arm still resting on your shoulders, he guides you home. And as a winter chill nips at the tip of your nose, you snuggle closer to Rintarou’s side, excited to share a late-night snack with him.

[reidmania]

The lack of fics for Derek is criminal. I lovedddd unprofessional !!!

MIDNIGHT SNACK | derek morgan

summary; Derek can’t forget the pretty bartender he met while working a case and comes back to ask her out!

warnings; drinking, mentions of kidnapping and murder, (about a case) normal cm stuff, flirting, their banter is adorable, bartender!reader, references bar owner reader as well… Fem!reader

an; this was so fun to write, also spencer in the ‘id rather take my whiskey neatttttt’ trend had me on my knees so i referenced it in him ordering a whiskey neat LMAO

The room was lit by ambiance lighting, warm tones but not too bright, keeping the atmosphere warm and light hearted without being overwhelming. The bar was busy but not to the point of a rush.

It was nice.

You stood behind the bar, shaking up a cocktail for a customer humming the lyrics to the song playing over the speaker quietly, just loud enough for subtle background noise without being overbearing in anyway.

You poured the drink handing it to the customer who thanked you before turning away. You slid slightly over looking up to serve whoever was next.

Two men stood there, you smiled widely as you retired your hair. “What can I get you?” You asked looking between them, your voice was just loud enough to hear over the music.

Your eyes lingered on one male a moment longer than the other. You waited for their reply but instead of being met with drink requests, they both pulled out badges.

“Im agent dr Reid.” The first said, he looked a little nerdy and had glasses perched up on his nose as he seemed slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. “Im Derek Morgan.” The other said, offering you a hand.

You smiled as you reached over to shake his hand — despite the heavy confusion. “Is that just Derek Morgan or Agent?” You asked, squinting your eyes slightly — you didn’t mean for it to come off as flirty as it sounded.

Derek chuckled, “I am an Agent but you can call me whatever you want.” He mirrored your tone making your cheeks flush slightly.

You shook your head, looking between them. “What do I owe the pleasure of the FBI?” You asked. You were almost certain you hadn’t done anything illegal.

“The pleasure is ou-“ Derek was cut off by Spencer nudging him with his elbow. “We are here about someone who presumably came in three days ago, do you recognise this guy?” Spencer asked, pulling out a photo.

You looked down at it with furrowed eyebrows before your eyes widened. “Oh yeah he ordered like twenty shots, had to get him kicked out cause a girl came up saying he was creeping her out. We don’t tolerate creepy men here” You rambled slightly.

“Do you remember what the girl looked like?” Derek asked, looking over at Spencer for a moment. You nodded your head as you recalled the memory from a few days ago clear as day.

“Yeah she was stunning, long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes,. She was probably around my height I think — why? Is she okay?” You asked, slightly panicked.

“Shes missing and we think this is our guy.” Derek explained, your lips parted in shock as your eyes widened. “Oh my gosh” Fell quietly from your lips.

“Do you have cameras in here?” Spencer asked, you were quick to nod your head. “Yeah we have them everywhere — hold on” You called over you coworker to take over the bar before leading them into the back room to go over the camera footage.

“Thanks for this” Derek smiled at you as Spencer sat down in the chair, going back a few days. You didn’t bother questioning how or why he knew exactly how to do so.

“She left with a group of her friends, I thought everything was okay. She wasn’t very drunk at all..” You recalled, feeling a tad bit of guilt wandering through your blood stream.

“It’s alright. We think he was waiting for her. Its not on you, you did exactly what you were supposed to do” Derek said as Spencer paused on a clip.

“Can I get you guys anything while you work? A drink or something — its on the house” You offered.

Derek smiled, “How good at you at making drinks?” He asked, tilting his head.

You felt your cheeks flush, feeling burning hot under his fixated gaze on your face. “Im the best there is” You may of hyped yourself up a little but you were pretty good.

“Ill take a whiskey neat” Spencer said, looking over his shoulder at you. “Please” He added.

“One whiskey neat, and you?” You asked, looking at Derek. He grinned at you. You tried not to let the nerves of having FBI agents going through all your camera footage scare you to the point of insanity but it was a little difficult.

“Make me your favourite.” Derek said. You laughed as you thought about it, shaking your head. “I don’t know if you’ll like it” You said, knowing it was a more fruity drink and he didn’t look like the type of guy who would drink it.

“Im sure Ill like anything you make” He threw in a wink that only made your cheeks redden. “Alright, a whiskey neat, and a my favourite.” You pointed between them as you listened their drinks.

“Thank you” Spencer called from where he was sitting, gaze fixated on the clip.

“Thanks beautiful” Derek smiled, you smiled back before turning on your heels to go make them their drinks.

A week passed and you hadn’t been able to get the silly little FBI agent out of your mind. He was super appreciative of the drink and made a few flirty comments here and there before you returned to work while they watched through the footage, before long they were leaving, and he was waving goodbye.

You were closing, the only person left in the bar since you had sent the rest of the workers home early — it wasn’t busy and it wasn’t overly messy, nothing you couldn’t handle yourself.

You were putting bottles of alcohol away when the door let out in chim, making you turn around. “We’re closed!!” You called before your eyes landed on the man leaning opposite you on the bar. “Oh hi!” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Hi. Sorry to come in late, just finished up” He said, fingertip grazing back and fourth over the edge of the bar table.

“Its okay, How is she? Is she alright?” You asked, the case hadn’t left your mind since you heard about it. “Can I get you something?” You offered.

He nodded, “Shes safe, he is locked up.” He recalled the case for you. “And yeah, a whatever you made me last time please gorgeous” He asked.

You nodded your head — almost shocked you found yourself giving him drinks after you most definitely were closed, the till was already closed but you decided you would pay it back in the morning.

You poured his drink, before sliding it over to him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this all week, best drink Ive had in — forever” Derek said as he took a sip.

You smiled, “Its just a stawberry margarita.” You laughed gently, shaking your head as you began re-cleaning up.

“The drink isnt the only thing I havent been able to stop thinking about” He muttered, his heavy gaze fixated on you. You chewed at your lip.

There was something so.. special about this moment. It made its way into your stomach through your chest leaving a mark.

“Really?” You asked, trying to maintain the half flirt in your voice but it only wavered slightly. You tilted your head slightly as your eyes trailed over his features — you knew he was pretty before but something about the way he was looking at you under the tinted lighting of the bar sitting there in a fbi jacket he looked — too— pretty, to the point in was making your heart hurt as its beating grew rough against your ribcage.

“Really.” He confirmed, mirroring the tilt of your head as his eyes studied your own features, noticing every curve of your lip, nose, the way your eyes squinted, the smile lines that adorned your cheeks in a way he found so lovely — because it meant you smiled a lot, and he adored the idea of that. He cleared his throat, “Theres also this really pretty bartender, I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about” He sighed out dramatically.

Your cheeks flushed, “Oh I’m sure that would be very difficult for you” You say with faux empathy, a smile dragged your lips upwards. He smiled back. “I knew you would understand” He muttered shaking his head with false sadness.

You chuckled softly, as your hands continued working to clean up the bar for the night. You were glad you had made the decision to send the other workers home knowing they would probably be standing in the corner gossiping about this very interaction you were having.

Derek bit his lip, “So anyways.. I just couldn’t stand it anymore, she is a very distracting thought — just so you know” He continued on talking about who you were 99% sure was yourself in third person, the smile on your lips remained as you nodded your head, playing along.

“Oh yeah, Im sure that would be horrible when you are doing all your important FBI business” You hummed, smiling at the way he smiled at you.

“Exactly— So i figured I just had to come back to ask her out” He said, sighing out as if it was a serious issue. Your cheeks rose as your smile widened. You placed the tray of glasses down under the sink, before standing up straight, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well of course — thats obviously the only very logical thing to do” You smiled. You couldn’t remember the last time you had banter with someone like this.

He grinned, pearly white teeth on display and god he had just a pretty smile. “Exactly.” He nodded, “So I was wondering if i could please take you to dinner when you get done, or else im not sure how else to handle this distraction thing you have caused” He sighed out.

You breath caught in your throat briefly at his question, he was asking you out. The sexy FBI agent was sitting across from you, after you worked 11 hours and probably looked and mess and was asking you out. “Its 11pm” You muttered as you looked at the clock on the wall behind. It wasn’t rejection in any form — as if you would reject him. “That is a late dinner” You raised your eyebrow slightly.

He shrugged his shoulders softly, “Okay then, How about I take you to a fancy place for a midnight snack” He winked, changing his idea in order to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in any way.

You hummed endearingly, “What fancy places are open at midnight?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the opposite side of the bar. You knew in the end you were going to say yes, you just wanted to drag it out a little tiny bit more, keep him on his toes.

“Many, theres two open right now down the road. I checked earlier.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he openly admitted how much he wanted this, he had googled places that would be open late before even asking you.

You grinned widely, “Okay. Ill go out with you”

[bluesest]

A Babysitter

James was a young boy who was going through a not very good economic situation, he needed the money to go out with his friends so he decided to take the job of a babysitter.

Not many people wanted a male nanny so it was difficult for him to get a job and he almost retired from this, however, he got an application to be a nanny for a boy who recently made his previous nanny run away from him.

This worried him from the beginning, but he really needed the money so he was either take the job or quit and refuse the next outings with his friends, he said to himself, "How hard can it be?"

He knocked on the door of a large house with various luxurious decorations, opened the door of an elegantly dressed couple, shook hands and set the following rules:

1. You must take care of our son, his name is Dave

2. Do not touch anything other than to take care of Dave and do not enter the rooms.

3. There are ingredients in the fridge for me to cook dinner for Dave.

4. You should be asleep by midnight and wait for them to return.

For a moment he wondered, "He's a little old to have a babysitter, but that means he won't be the typical kid who has to calm every tantrum he throws."

Behind the couple was the young man, he had an annoyed and disinterested face, finally both parents left and left them alone.

There wasn't that much of an age difference between the two so James tried to start a friendly conversation with Dave:

James: "So how are you doing in high school?"

Dave: "Just cook something please"

James: "Oh come on, I know it sucks when your parents at this age hire you a babysitter, but I'm just doing my job."

Dave: "I'd better go play video games..."

James: "I also quite like them! Do you need a second player or something?"

Dave was quite impressed, none of his previous nannies who took care of him were really interested in him, nor did he have any friends who wanted to play some games and appearing disinterested he accepted James' proposal.

They both spent a lot of time inside Dave's room, he tried to show that he didn't care and even that he was bothered by the fact that James was there, but he just couldn't hide it and they had a very fun night.

Dave: "You really suck at this game"

James: "Well let's leave this for now, I must cook the snack"

Dave: "Why don't you order pizza? My parents won't find out"

James: "I don't want to get in trouble with them, I really need this job, plus cheese gives me gas, like this!"

*PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Dave was surprised, not by the fact of seeing a man of his own age fart like that, he had already heard and smelled some of the farts of his classmates, however, in this situation he felt different, maybe it's the intimacy of the moment or that he really began to appreciate one of his babysitters for the first time, whatever happened caused a slight erection that he had to hide.

James left the room with the unpleasant smell and Dave thought about what happened and how he felt: "Maybe it's love?... Do I like men? … I liked what he did?", he was in denial of his feelings, he was simply in an intimate moment something that he never experienced in his life, he was sure that if it was with a woman and without... the smells would provoke exactly the same feelings and even stronger.

This is what he thought until minutes later he saw his now friend cooking for him shirtless, it was a body quite muscular and stocky to provoke the unwanted looks of many people including Dave who couldn't stop thinking about how incredible James would look in his luxurious bathroom... Wait a minute... This fantasy is quite close to coming true.

Dave remembered that there were plenty of medicines in his parents' room for any emergency, he quickly slipped away and desperately searched the drawers full of pills and syrups until... "BINGO! Here it is!", under some bandages was a small sealed bottle of a powerful laxative "Action in 1 hour"

He got down to work, went to the kitchen together with James and began to prepare an orange juice for his babysitter with the excuse that he wanted to help him to continue playing video games and when he turned around he poured at least 3 tablespoons of the laxative into the glass intended for Dave, he took it and raised it saying "I assure you that it has an explosive flavor"

Dinner was somewhat simple and not so fancy: avocado salad and breaded chicken, not bad for someone who is used to eating $1 burgers. This was perfect for Dave who couldn't wait for the result of the combination of the laxative and avocado and as this would leave his bathroom clean.

They finished dinner in record time, Dave thanked James and almost forced him to go to his room, once inside he was in charge of closing all doors and windows to prevent any smell or sound from escaping and after 10 minutes the magic began.

*GRRRRRRRRR*

James: "Aghhh"

Dave: "What's wrong?"

James: "The avocado is having an effect"

Dave: "Does that mean that?"

James: "I think I'll have to go to the bathroom soon"

Dave: "Oh! If you want you can use the bathroom in my room, in fact, it's the only one you can really use."

James: "Oh come on! I don't want to stink up this place, are you sure there isn't another bathroom?"

Dave: "Yes, but my parents would be pretty upset, if you use this I won't say anything and they never come into my room so they wouldn't notice."

James: "Naaahh I think I'll hold on until they arrive and I can go home."

Dave: "Are you sure about that?"

Without warning, Dave clenched his fist and hit James hard enough while he just watched as the annoying and shy boy who didn't need any babysitter beat him without concern and with a cheerful and playful look.

*GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFFFTTT*

James: "Ha! Nice try, but you'll need more strength than that to-"

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTFFFFFFTTTTTT*

James: "Forget it... you asked for it, friend"

He got out of bed and with another loud fart walked slowly to Dave's clean bathroom, gave one last warning: "If you don't want to die, better get out of this room because I feel like it's going to be a monstrous shit" and closed the door.

Dave quickly went and put his eye on the keyhole where he saw the following scene:

James began to take off his shirt that was already sweaty from playing the boy's competitive video games, before sitting on the toilet he said in a low voice: "This will be a big one" and then got up again and began to undress completely, James apparently was one of those naked.

Even though the lock was somewhat awkward to see what was going on behind the door, Dave could notice James' large penis that was hanging gently as he took off his last items of clothing and with a "perfect!" he sat down on the toilet.

*PRRRRRRR* *PLOP*

It was the first thing that was heard, apparently someone was having trouble evacuating these last few days.

*PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PLOP*

A semi-wet fart warned that it would not be a normal shit while little by little the smell began to seep through the small holes in the bathroom door.

*PFFFTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Several solid pieces fell somewhat similar to the feces of a guinea pig, each making a *SPLASH* and *PLOP* as they fell to the bottom of the toilet.

*PLOP* *PLOP* *TRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP*

The sound of a large dry log coming out of James' anus put an end to the easy part of his visit to the bathroom.

*GRRRRRRRRR* *PRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHSHQHQHQSSQQHSHQSHQS* *PRRRSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFFFFFTTTT* *QHSHQHSSQHQS* *SHHHHHRTRTRTRTRTRR* *PFFFTTTT*

Apparently that trunk prevented all the liquid shit from coming out as if it were the lid of a water bottle, which all its liquid is violently expelled if you take off the cap and put it upside down.

*PFFTFTFTFTFFT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHQSHSHSQHSQHSQ* *PSSSSSSSS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SHQHQSH* *GRRRRRRR* *PFFFTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

With a sigh, he finally got up from the toilet, grabbed a couple of pieces of toilet paper and started cleaning himself standing up, Dave found that pose weird however it just meant that he had more to do with his babysitter's bare ass.

He made smooth, firm movements passing between his buttocks the thin, smooth paper where his stains revealed that it was violent shit that came out of his stomach. While he was cleaning himself he stopped for a moment and without taking his hand off his ass he farted loudly and long *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*, moaned then voted all the paper into the toilet and finally sent to the trash any evidence of what happened in that small room.

As James got dressed again, Dave took his eyes off the lock and acted as if nothing had happened, finally James comes out of the bathroom:

James: "Ufffff don't get in there for at least 1 hour"

Dave was really, but that didn't take away his shyness, but he still gathered strength and decided to comment on what happened in there:

Dave: "Wow that was violent, don't you think?"

There was a small moment of silence after that sentence, he thought he had screwed up by saying something so direct to someone he barely knows for a couple of hours, but his reaction was not expected:

James: "HAHAHAHA and that wasn't one of my biggest screw-ups in my life!"

Dave: "HAHA it looks like you ate something rotten, you really stinked my room"

James: "Sorry for that, but when this baby *pats his stomach* wants something I must obey him without question"

Dave: "It's good that we didn't order pizza"

After that honest conversation, they spent hours playing video games with the occasional fart from both parties until it was time for Dave to leave.

After two weeks he was summoned again by the family where Dave applied the same trick: put laxative on his drink, however, something different happened this time, Dave's parents arrived much earlier than expected and James had to leave without even using the bathroom of the house.

Now with the pay he had enough money to go out with his friends to see a movie at the local cinema, he was accompanied by two of them and they bought their tickets.

When he entered the movie theater, James felt sick to his stomach again, the same feeling he had two weeks ago with that boy he was babysitting, "Maybe it's the nervousness of being away from home for a long time that causes me discomfort in my stomach? naahh"

It started the first 10 minutes of the movie and James could feel several gurgling stomachs *GRRRRRRRRRR* "ugh I think I'll my pants... I'll release some pressure" he lifted his butt a little and... *PFFFTTTT* was a short fart and somewhat quiet, James was afraid that his friends would smell him since he was sitting right between the two, but apparently they didn't notice anything.

When he passed the first sock over his buttocks he felt a lot of pain because of how scratchy it was and the disgust it produced in his because to clean all the mess on his butt he had to turn it several times to use all the clean sides that a sock can offer and after an extensive 10 minutes he vote both socks into the toilet and flush the toilet.

He returned to the movie theater seeing that the movie was about to end, his friends asked him why he had run away and embarrassed, James decided to lie to them saying: "The parents of the boy I'm taking care of called me and I needed to answer them quickly", something that his two friends had a hard time believing, but in the end they accepted his version.

A week has passed since then and James couldn't get that embarrassing situation out of his head, that is, he almost shit in the cinema and that disturbs anyone, but there's no time for that since he was summoned again by Dave's parents.

He was no longer obliged to continue with this job, but he could not give up this as it was a good source of income and above all Dave was someone nice to talk to and obviously he could take care of himself, it was practically easy money.

Everything happened normally, they played video games, they had dinner together but this time Dave decided that it was a good idea to quadruple the dose of laxative he would give James, the effects as expected were twice as fast and twice as "surprising"

While they were playing a stomach roar *GRRRRRRRRR* was present, the sound generated by it was big enough for both of them to notice and start talking about it:

Dave: "Did dinner hurt you?"

James: "A little, but nothing that a fart can't solve"

James leaned over a little while a certain part of Dave's body stood up... *PFTTFTFFFFFFFFFFFTF* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

It was a rather strange sound as if the fart that came out came with more than just air, James froze at that instant while Dave started blushing quite obviously, then, James started running towards the bathroom and Dave did the same until he reached the door and put his eye in the keyhole like the first time.

This time he saw a rather alarmed James trying to rip off his pants in a violent way and when he was left naked from the hips down, Dave could witness how the beautiful bare butt was stained with a rather disastrous brown liquid.

Without even taking off his shirt as he always did, he sat on the toilet, raised his legs to a great height and his anus relaxed:

*PFPPFTPPTFTPFTPFTTFTFT* *SQHQSHQSHQHHSQHSSQSSSSHHHHH* *TRRTRRRRRRRRRRR* *SHQSHSHQSHSHSQHSHQSHS* *SHHHHHH*

This time there was nothing solid, just a giant brown waterfall that can only be compared to the Niagara.

*PFTFTFTFTFFFFF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SQHQSHQSHQSSQHQHS* *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR*

In the second burst there were storms of wet farts where drops and drops of diarrhea spread and crashed against the walls of the toilet, each moan that James gave was one of suffering where he felt that each fart destroyed his anus to make way for the load that had to come out somehow.

*PFTFTFTFTFT* *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH* *PFTFTFTFTFTF* *SHQQHSHHSQSHSHQSHSQ* *KKJKJKJKPRPRPRPRRRRRR*

The cataract came back even stronger than ever, this time his stomach began to tremble as he tried to fart even more:

*GRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT* *PFFFTTTTTTT* *PPFFTT*

It was very hot in the small room, James regained his composure and finally took off his shirt to cool his body as more shit came out, he put his hand on his stomach and prepared for another violent explosion until there was a knock on the door:

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Dave: "All right in there dude?"

Dave "worried" about his friend so he decided to knock on the door (while he was naked touching his crotch)

James: "Haha I think you were right, dinner fell very badly on my stomach..." *PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT*

Dave began to blush even more as he gripped his penis a little tightly, but he decided to hold on a little longer to continue talking to his new love.

Dave: "Sounds like a friendly warfield in there"

James: "Don't be exaggerated, this is real diarrhea from a real man! Have you never had diarrhea too? Hahahaha... ooow" *SQHHSHQSHQSHQS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRR* *SQHQSHQSHSQHSHQHS*

Dave: "But not diarrhea as huge as yours"

James: "Well, you'll have to get used to it if you want to be my friend! Oh it can't be, Dave, can you pass me some paper?"

At that moment, in addition to almost falling to the floor when he said "be my friend", Dave remembered that he had removed the toilet paper from the bathroom intentionally, and with a "Don't worry" he took the paper hidden in his room and knocked on the door:

Dave: "I'll have to come in to give it to you"

James: "It's okay, but go in at your own risk"

When a foul-smelling cloud came in, it shocked him with a great brutality that almost made him faint and with tears in his eyes he saw a sore but smiling James who tried to hide his shame with a little comedy.

James: "I warned you bro"

Dave: "It looks like someone detonated a pepper spray bomb in here!"

James: "It's just the smell of a sportsman like me! *GRRRRRRR* owww here comes round two! You should leave"

Dave: "I want to see how messy your butt can be!"

James: "Okay, you asked for it!"

James leaned back from the toilet and released what little he had in a violent way:

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT* *QSHHHSHQSHQSHQSQSSQQQQQHSHSS* *QRRRRRRRRR* *PRPRPRPRPRPR* *SQHHSHSHSQH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPPPFFFTTTTT*

An embarrassed, heartfelt laugh came out of James' mouth as Dave praised the flatulent potential of his stomach.

James got up from his seat still naked in front of Dave, then began to clean himself and gave one last sentence: "Are we still playing?"

The next morning he had a new activity at his high school which was a photo shoot for the yearbook, everything was going well while he waited in line until his stomach started to growl again: *GRRRRRRRRRR*

"No, not again"

He started massaging his stomach to cushion the pain, but to no avail, he even made things worse as he streamlined the escape from his diarrheal and stinky farts, something that became obvious to the students around him.

After 15 minutes it was finally the turn of the dizzy James who sat in the chair waiting for the photographer.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Another fart won't hurt..."

*PFFFFFTTTTT* *SQHSQHSQHSQHS*

"Damn it!"

-"Sir, get ready for the photo"

"Huh? excuse me"

It all happened so quickly, the smell of decaying feces filled the small room in a matter of seconds, and his own feces began to fill his poor battered boxers with so much sweat and diarrheal drops that they came out with his previous wet farts.

*CLICK*

Finally, the camera shot, the face in the photo looked quite nervous and you could even see a couple of beads of sweat, but James wouldn't worry about a second photo attempt.

-"Very well young man, you can go"

With those words, James shot straight into the bathroom trying to ignore the confused and disgusted looks of the people who followed him with their eyes, he arrived at the nearest men's bathroom, closed the front door and as more wet farts came out of his body he began to undress without even having entered the cubicle yet.

With a single kick he broke down the door and after so much suffering his butt kissed the porcelain:

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTTFTFFF* *SHHQHSHQSHHQSHQSHQ*

It was an unprecedented emergent diarrhea and although he tries more than he tries, James could not even soften the noise.

*SQHQHSHQSHSQHQSHQSHSHQHQSSQSQSQSQ* *PRRRRRR* *TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Small solid logs began to come out as a sign that his digestive system continues to work hard to give James a normal shit after so many days with recurrent explosions.

*TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHHSQHSHQSHSQSQHSQSQ* *PFFFFFTFTFTFTTFF* *PFFFTTTT* *PFFFTTTT* *SHQQQQQSHSHSHSHS*

With this explosion he heard the door of the cubicle next door, a boy knocked on James' door and said, "You really needed to go, huh?", James ignored him and continued his work.

*GRRRRRRRRR* *TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFFFFFTTTT* *TSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *SQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQSHSQHS* *GRRRRRRRRR*

He didn't feel satisfied, but he wouldn't go crazy and keep shitting in high school, he cleaned himself with the little paper he had and discarded his boxers in the trash walking like this all day with only pants on his legs.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Terrible Influence Tour (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

a bite, a bruise (ao3) - phansong

Summary: Warning for TIT Spoilers!

Bernie and Phyl (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Phil might have accidentally booked them an extra night at their Boston hotel. He also might have slept through his alarm the next morning. And he also might have sat in some chocolate and managed to ruin his pillow, requiring their already-late departure pause for a quick trip to a certain aptly named furniture store.

breakfast (florida edition) (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan orders "grains and fresh fruit".

Certificate Optional (ao3) - gaydreaming

Summary: After the third consecutive night of fans asking about the marriage conspiracy, Dan considers the quirks of their relationship and checks in with Phil. Phil, as usual is unbothered, moisturized, happy, in his lane, focused, and flourishing.

Chivalry is dead (it drowned) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Sometimes when Phil makes a joke and Dan shoots it down, or when Dan warns him of his own clumsiness again and again, Phil simply lets the intrusive thoughts win and does what he wants. And maybe sometimes Dan is right, and he ends up falling down in a dirty puddle under a bridge on a long walk back to their tour bus after a show.

Based on a question from the Philadelphia pre-show about throwing your jacket over a puddle for someone.

Dave and Phil (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan's running late on a shopping trip while he's supposed to be doing the pre-show with Phil in Atlanta. As the minutes tick by in the theater with Dan nowhere to be found, Phil strikes up a conversation with Dave the security guard and has an idea for how to keep the show running after all.

Based on the actual email subject line from Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre that said "Dave & Phil Show"

Fall Right Into Me (ao3) - euphor7a

Summary: "Any plans for the full moon on the 15th, kings? It’s the Beaver Moon. Maybe we’ll turn into were-lesbians."

falling off the moon (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: "Dan fell off the moon!"

"I fell off the FUCKING moon!"

It's a Confidence Thing (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: After months of saying he wants an eyebrow piercing, Phil finally steps out of his comfort zone and commits to it.

It's a Date (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Watching a movie? It's a date. Sharing popcorn? It's a date. Traveling through Pennsylvania on a tour bus with their crew with no privacy whatsoever? In a town called Intercourse? Definitely a date.

Dan and Phil think it's funny to joke about everything they do being called a date. Their crew who are all stuck on a tour bus with them, not so much.

Just A Scrape (ao3) - gaydreaming

Summary: Phil falls off stage at the Terrible Influence Tour and minorly injures his leg. It should feel like nothing, but after the long string of medical emergencies that he's suffered, Dan can't help but panic.

love in mundanity, colourised (ao3) - ShiwiSins (IetjeSiobhan)

Summary: Dan takes several pictures of the raccoons. They look like a painting, bathed in the pink morning light, majestically perched on top of a rubbish bin, one of them nibbling on likely-spoiled food.

Or: would you still love me if I were a raccoon?

natural. (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: tampa, florida. known for plenty of things ranging from busch gardens to outback steakhouse. unlike the amusement park, however, there’s a certain drink phil’s been eyeing since he’s seen promotional advertisements on his nightly youtube sessions.

(not) sponsored by funyuns (ao3) - Mildredo

Summary: “Go to bed,” Dan says. “We can have midnight snacks tomorrow.”

“You’re a midnight snack,” Phil mumbles, then turns his head a little and presses his teeth against Dan’s pyjama bottoms to illustrate his point.

Phil Fucked a Bear (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Based on the oft told anecdote where Phil romanced Halsin (the bear) in Baldur's Gate 3. Dan pretends to be a bear for Phil.

RPF stands for Role Play Finale (Obviously) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: During the pre-show in Reading, Phil reads out the results of the roleplay poll someone printed out for them - they're winning against Jesus and Judas. Because that's what RPF stands for, right?

Somewhere all bright and new (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: “It’s not going to show on the camera,” Dan says, because of course he does.

“I know,” Phil says back, quiet. “That’s not the point.”

Stand clear of the closing doors (The next stop is: 28th Street) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil are in New York on tour and agreed to meet a friend across the city, so having taken lots of trains around the world like the grown adults they are, they get on the subway. Except when the conductor calls out the next stop at 28th Street, they realize they've made a big mistake.

#tits out for #tit (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Phil is questioning his confidence, but when Dan suggests they try something new after a show, Phil flips the script and makes Dan see how confident he really is..

(A VERY dirty story, i am so so sorry)

[kittysamzkewlz19]

Medusa Ex Makina

Chapter 8: Reconsider the Follower

Rated M for Mature

Warnings: Canon typical misogyny, period accurate misogyny, slapstick violence

Author’s Note: This is it, the finale of Arc 2! Will Makina and Chester ever be on good terms again?! This is a really long chapter. -w-;;

The colors of the dream grew dim as Nathan looked on from the ocean’s bar, if he went closer into the dunes of the beach, he wouldn’t be able to breathe and his voice would be hoarse again. There had to be a way to have his voice reach her. Makina walked closer to the cave by the coast, there. Maybe there was water inside the cave? Nathan swam closer towards the high rock near the entrance and saw a tide pool. It was the perfect entrance point. However it seems the sea had a mind of its own as the faint sound of a piano began to play. Its notes sounded slow and oddly familiar to Nathan, but they seemed out of order; C, D, D#, G, low G, low G#, low A#, and repeat. Suddenly the tides began rolling out, beaching Nathan on shore. His breathing became coarse and stiff, it was happening again. Makina was closing in on the cave, Nathan desperately reached out to her and grabbed onto her ankle. He was so happy, he finally reached her. Or so he thought… Nathan looked up to see that the woman who he thought was Makina, wasn’t her at all. Her eyes were deep red with a large scar over her left, she had an upside down pentagram in her it and long flowing wavy black hair tied into low twin tails. “You shouldn’t be here, traitor.” The woman said. “Now be gone with the tides.” Just as she said, the waves rolled high and grabbed Nathan away from the cave, pulling him back into the sea. “NO!!” Nathan shouted as the ocean reeled him back further away. “MAKINA!!!” Makina turned her head as if she heard her name being called, there was no one there. It must have been the wind. She then faced towards the cave to see the woman Nathan had seen. She was wearing the same tattered red dress as her, only now Makina can clearly see the symbol for the gears clearly on her chest. “My sweet egg, my kin.” the woman sweetly replied, she leaned into her ear. “Your time to hatch is nigh.” 

Makina awoke with a sweat, the pounding of her heart thumping irregularly making her breathing uneven. The raven haired rookie looked up at her bedside clock, 1 AM, she sighed. Chester was working poor Makina to the bone for the past 2 weeks. Rewriting lyrics, rejecting ideas left and right, and worst of all were the many conference calls with the label head, Damien Cornickleson about their contractual arrangement. The thought of him made her shudder. It was no use getting back to bed now, she was far too awake. Makina rolled over to her bedside lamp to turn it on. Rubbing her eyes, she carefully got out of bed and walked towards her desk. She quietly put on her hoodie and some baby blue character slippers and walked out of her room door. ‘Maybe some tea would help calm my nerves. Yeah, lavender tea.’ Makina had thought to herself. As she walked past Nathan’s room, she heard a creaking sound. The young singer turned to see Nathan’s door opening and him in a fluffy black and red bathrobe and slippers. “Nathan, what are you doing up?” Makina whispered. Nathan turned to see Makina and scanned her up and down. “Bad dream… sorry do those slippers have my face on them?” The raven haired rookie looked down at her feet and blushed a deep red. “Just pretend you didn’t see them. I uh… misplaced my other ones.” Makina lied through her teeth. “Right… anyway, let’s go to the rec room.” Nathan said, inviting Makina on his midnight snack run. The singer nodded and followed her mentor.

The moonlight’s gentle glow shone high in the sky as Nathan asked a klokateer for some chips, a throw blanket, and tea for Makina. The two sat next to each other on the couch, a relaxing silence filled the air. “Did you have a bad dream too?” The larger man asked as Makina put her feet on the couch to hug her knees, she silently nodded. “What was yours about?” Makina asked as the klokateer put down the requested items, including the throw blanket, placing it in the middle of the two vocalists. Nathan looked off to the side, he never told anyone about the strange dreams with the whale prophet. He should lie or… “Why don’t you tell me yours first.” Nathan requested, he began to unfold the blanket and put it onto his legs. Makina grabbed her tea and sipped it. “I’ve been having the same dream for the last 3 years now. It’s a beach with a wide open ocean, a piano plays a weird song in a cave, and I wake up whenever I walk closer to it.” Makina looked down at her cup with woe, “And then recently, I’ve been hearing voices. Raspy ones and whispers calling my name. There was even a freaky lady but I didn’t recognize who she was. And those kinds of dreams have been happening since I got here.” Makina replied somberly, she put her tea down and curled up into herself once more. Nathan’s facial expression grew weary as he placed another chip into his mouth. He quietly placed a hand on her shoulder and opened up the blanket. Makina began to huddle underneath, she reached out for his hand and held it tightly. 

“What about your bad dream?” Makina asked cautiously. The hulking man paused for a moment, grabbing another chip from the bag and chowing down. The dream he woke from sounded exactly like hers, but from an opposite perspective. Nathan didn’t want to be too blunt, that would probably freak her out. Just a little lie wouldn’t hurt right? “It was about a beach too,” Nathan began, “except there were freaky monsters and stuff. Like zombie mermaids and the ocean was filled with uh… blood and guts. And they were singing about eating my balls or some shit.”

“Damn, that makes my nightmare sound like a cake walk in comparison.” Makina winced. Nathan sighed, “Yeah, way scarier than an empty beach.” He rubbed Makina’s arm, she felt safe in her mentor’s company, all of the insanity of the night terrors and issues before they met seemed to melt away. “Nathan?”

“Yeah kid?”

“Would I get in trouble if I punched Barker in the nards if he pissed me off again?” Makina asked with conviction. Nathan chuckled at his protoge’s violent thought, “Only if it’s for a really good reason, then you can. Otherwise don’t be a dumbass.” Makina smiled, her eyes half closed and her body started to get far too relaxed. Nathan scooped the raven haired singer up into his arms and began carrying her towards her room like a child sleepy from a car ride. He gingerly laid her down. “Rest up Medusa.” Nathan whispered as he tucked Makina into bed. The brutal man silently hoped no one saw him be soft towards his protege.

XxxX

The early afternoon came and Makina went straight to work, having to skip breakfast for sleeping in so late. Chester was more than annoyed at Makina’s lack of gusto and willingness to work. They were down to the last thing on their to do list for the day, recording a new demo for a single. Makina hadn’t had the inspiration to write since Chester’s new schedule had been throwing her off her creative juices. “Really Medusa? Nowt to show for the label?” 

“Well I would have fucking time to write, if someone wasn’t taking up all of it.” she sneered. “Then perhaps Dethklok should give some back, eh?!” Chester retorted. “I was talking about the gazillion meetings you put on me, seriously why do I have to sit in with that CEO jackoff?” Makina hissed. “That ‘jackoff’ is doing all they can to kick off your bloody solo career!” Chester replied, Makina crossed her arms, “Successful my ass, all they want is a bottle blonde babe to sing trashy pop songs.” she mumbled under her breath. 

Chester opened the door to find Murderface sitting on the sofa in a strange blue jumpsuit, goggles, and dish gloves. He was holding a vacuum cleaner hose attached to an oxygen tank and a trash bag. “Murderface, why are you cosplaying a sewage plumber?” questioned Makina with an eyebrow raised, “It’s not a costume, it’s protection over your ghost thing. I don’t wanna get chained up like Charles- I mean, Chester over here. Sorry ‘bout the name mix up, we had a guy with a similar name to yours and… I’ll shut up now.” Murderface sat back down. Just then Pickles walked into the room, “Hey, mind if I watch- …Murderface, you look stupid.”

“Well don’t come crying to me if you get chained up by Makina’s ghost powers!” Murderface shouted. Soon Nathan and Skwisgaar entered the studio, “Alrights Medusas, lets sees some- oh… what kinds of fashions criminals amst you?”

“Fuck off Skwisgaar, it’s ghost protection!” Murderface shouted. “You look like a mechanic that has no clue what the fuck their doing.” Nathan commented, Makina tried to stifle her laughter. “Ja, yous looks likes a confuseds scubas divers who amst a cleanings a hostels.” added Skwisgaar. “No wait, he’s an astronaut that came to wash moon rocks.” Pickles chortled. “Guys, stop making fun of him.” Makina butted in. “Thank you Medusa.” Murderface replied. “He’s obviously dressed as if Micheal Myers was a high school janitor.” Makina stated with a smirk. Murderface placed the goggles over his eyes and pushed his back further into the sofa. “Fuck you guys, if a ghost pops out and posesses Medusa don’t say I told you so.” the bassist pouted.

“Mother’s meeting over? Yes? Good. Come on Medusa, get in the booth.” Chester snapped his fingers in Makina’s face. “Fuck, alright! Sheesh, snippy ass producer manager.” Makina got herself situated in the recording booth and put on a set of headphones. “Quiet in the stands. That means you Murderface.” adjured Chester. Murderface gave an exasperated shocked expression before silently flipping the bird behind Chester’s back. Makina covered her mouth, holding back more of her laughter. The welshman pushed a button on the mixtable and began instructing Makina to begin whenever she’s ready. The vocalist took a deep breath in and signaled that he could play the instrumental. Chester pressed another button and a track began to play. The hum of a choir and gothic sounding bells began to ring through, and the bass line began to play along with a gentle piano in E Minor. Makina began to sing the first verse, really feeling the vibe of the song. Soon the lights began to flicker, the track became louder, as if she was singing in an amphitheater with a crowd of a thousand people. Out came the chains by the chorus and they swiftly latched themselves onto Makina and Chester, forming the muzzle and shackle again. Murderface tried to reach for the on button to his vacuum, but before he could make a move with his makeshift ghost gear, Nathan pushed Murderface’s chest back into the couch. Something was wrong with the ghost aura. 

The aura kept flickering like a faded neon light until it completely dissipated. Makina raised her hand up to signal to her producer to stop the track, Chester tapped the pause button. “Medusa, we can’t afford to have a break right now.”

“I don’t want a break, I’m done for today. The song sucks and you need to remix it. I can’t stand that weird synthetic choir and you edited my lyrics without my knowledge!” she squeaked. “Oh fuck.” Nathan said under his breath. If there was one thing that Nathan knew as a lyricist that a vocalist’s words were their own thoughts and feelings flowing through a melody. Makina aggressively took her headphones off. “I’m clocking the fuck out. Fix the fucking track and use my original lyrics.” she demanded as she began to storm out of the recording studio. “Come on, you’re seriously packing it in?” Chester jeered, “Well then, why not just throw your only solo career chance in the shitter! It’s obvious you were never up for it in the first place.” 

Makina gripped the door handle, fueled with rage she swiftly turned around, sped right to Chester, and punched him square in the balls. “Throw my CHANCE!? I am not throwing in the towel because I’m a stubborn motherfucker that doesn’t know when to quit. But you know who did? You did! I can forgive Syd and Gerard, because at least they were able to explain themselves and communicate to me their ilks. I did everything to reach you. But you ignored my calls, texts, and emails. So what does that tell me? You gave up on Lycan RIOT. You left Lycan RIOT the minute we were backstage of Doom-opolis. I know it’s not about me, it never is. But you left me, you broke your promise that we’d be in this together. And now you come crawling back into my life, to berate me on a dream you gave up on?! You’re a fucking coward Barker, you have no bite! Eat shit and good fucking day!” Makina slammed the door behind her and walked off with frustration in her eyes. The other members of Dethklok looked at Chester’s look of concentrated frustration. “Ooh, she chewed you the fuck out.” Pickles commented. “She’s lost her bloody marbles! How the hell am I the one getting bashed over it?!” the producer complained, Chester put a hand to his temple and began drawing circles into it with his fingertips. “Honestly, what got her fucking knickers in a twist?”

“Didn’t you hear a single fucking word she said?” Nathan answered back, questioning the manager, “I don’t think I have to spell it out for you.” The frontman sighed.  “Oh, please do by all means! That cunt clearly can’t!” cried Chester. “Hey, don’t call her a cunt. I only get that privilege!” Murderface yelled back, Pickles side eyed the bassist. “Whys evens bothers withs hers if you ams goings to calls hers nastiness?” Skwisgaar irritatingly asked as he fidgeted with his guitar. 

There was a silent pause, a moment of realization. It had dawned on him like a caveman learning how to invent the wheel. These googolplexian famous douchebags had a fucking point, why even bother with Makina at all if this was how they were going to be working with one another for the rest of their lives? Has his own academic ego and goal oriented ambitions blinded him from the most important friendship in his life? He never considered how much Makina had meant to him. She wasn’t his lover or a close companion by any means… what were they?

XxxX

It was the new millennium, the year 2000 at Existrace high school, and 4 students sat in a classroom that used to be the music room. “Alright, let’s see here…” A teacher began, he pushed his glasses up to see the ledger more clearly. “Sydney Perseus, you kicked our star quarterback in the groin out of aggression during a food fight. First offense, don’t do it again. Chester Barker, another first offender. And from long time school ditcher, Gerard Desdemona. For starting said food fight, this isn’t “animal house” you dolts. And Miss… Mickey na Gordon…”

“It’s ‘Mah-kina Gorgon’ sir.”

“Whatever, you’re very close to being in the ISS young lady. You better behave yourselves. Now I need to step out to grab something. I expect you all not to get into too much trouble.” The teacher warned as he got up to leave the room. A small click was heard as he locked the door from the outside and walked away. Gerard leaned back in his chair staring up at the ceiling, high as a kite. Chester placed his head in his hands as he bent forward in his seat. The one called Sydney brushed through their half red and black hair vigorously. It was frizzing up with the heat inside the room. “I shouldn’t even be here!” they complained, “I was totally innocent!”

“Pssh, yeah right.” Makina replied, as she took out the red scrunchy from her hair. Her long raven locks fell comfortably to her bum and she began bunching it back up to remake her high ponytail. “It’s true, I was just defending myself! He threatened to throw me through the goal post.” Sydney retorted. “And he was pissing about with you because…?” Chester questioned as he slowly lifted his head up. “He wasn’t, Jordan Thompson was pushing around a classmate of mine from 5th period. You know that guy with the Abyssal Oblivion lunchbox?”

“I think I know him.” chimed Gerard, “Benny Oxford, the one with the mole on the side of his neck. I slide him Faygos in exchange for those expensive as fuck fruit snacks.”

“Yeah, anyway I told that meathead to back off. He threatened me and I kicked him in the dick.”

Makina couldn’t help but snicker at her peers. “Are you snickering? I ain’t done owt wrong.” protested Chester. The punkish girl cleared her throat, “Sorry but that’s not self defense. That’s the ‘talk shit get hit’ method. I should fucking know, it’s my specialty.”

“Oh, so we’re moving on to cockfighting then?” asked the young welsh. Makina shook her head, “‘Cockfighting’ is for petty people. I was in what they call ‘a sophisticated romp of fisticuffs’. In other words, beating her ass to a pulp for talking shit about Dethklok.” The others looked at her as if she had grown 3 heads, eyes widened in bewilderment. “…I beg your pardon?” Chester stated as the others were still slack jawed. “You’re a Dethklok fan?! Get the fuck out!” 

“Nuh-uh, I know every song off of their first gig mix at the Depths of Humanity! And I can prove it!” Makina said in a sharp tone. Gerard sat up straight in his chair while Sydney scooched thier’s closer. Chester crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall behind Makina’s seat.  “Alright, what’s the ditty of the herring cannery called?” Chester quizzed. “Easy, that’s the 4th track and it’s called ‘Caught in a Sawfish’.” she replied in confidence. The dirty blonde haired boy raised an eyebrow, “Beginner’s luck. Alright, here’s one; Skwisgaar Skwigelf is from which country?”

“Sweden. Come on, this is child’s play!” Makina scoffed as she smirked at her peers. “Fine. Here’s a spicy one for yer then. Who came before Toki Wartooth, and what kind of guitar did he play?” The other teens eagerly leaned in to hear her answer, Makina crossed her arms thinking hard and then slyly smirked. “Magnus Hammersmith and he played a Gibson Les Paul with a custom glossy ebony fingerboard.” 

“Bullshit, how the ‘eck do you know that?!” Chester shouted. “I’m not a fucking poser that’s how.” the rebellious girl responded, crossing her legs smugly. Chester fell back in his seat stunned, unable to make a single retort back at her.

“Shit… You really know your stuff uh, Makina right?” Gerard asked, extending a hand. “Maybe we should call you Medusa, ‘cause you seem to have turned that British boy to stone.” Sydney said playfully sticking out their tongue.  “I’m Welsh you pricks, look at a map once in a while.” Chester pouted. Makina put her hand under her chin, “Medusa… that’s a badass nickname. Thanks-”

“Syd, just call me Syd.”

“Syd, got it! Wonder when that teacher’s coming back?” Makina asked as she leaned to look at the clock. It was 12:30 pm, way past the time they were supposed to be let out. “Shit, only 20 minutes till the new Dethklok show starts!” Chester exclaimed. “Wait, that’s today?!” Gerard shouted. “Oh fuck, I forgot to set the channel at my place!” 

“Crazy idea, what if we went to my place to watch the premiere.” Makina suggested. “Are you sure your parents wouldn’t mind?” Syd asked cautiously. “I never met my mom and my dad’s dead.” Makina stated, an awkward silence filled the air as she stood up to walk towards the window on the other side of the classroom. “Chillax, my pseudo-dad’s alive and he’s out till 5. Anyway, you fellas wanna break out of this joint?” Makina asked as she went to pick the lock of the window. “Pseudo-dad?” Chester questioned, raising an eyebrow. “God stop asking so many fucking questions. Do you wanna break out of detention or not!?” Makina yelled, extending a hand to him. Chester quietly nodded and followed Syd and Gerard out the window, escaping the confines of the stuffy classroom.

“Woo, freedom at last!” Gerard shouted as he went to slap Chester on the back. The dirty blonde swallowed the wrong way and cleared his throat. “Nice work ‘Dusa!” Syd said gleefully, Makina hi-fived them. The 4 teens began their short journey towards Makina’s place. “Sooner or later, you’ll want them in the band.” Chester uttered sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. “Barker, that’s a great idea!” Gerard exclaimed, Syd and Makina looked at him confused. “A band you say?” Syd asked, tilting their head with curiosity. “Like Dethklok?”

“No no it’s more uh… ‘punk’.” Chester stated with air quotes. “I thought we agreed that we’d try the more emo approach?” Gerard interjected. “Well I’ve considered it.” Chester replied. “What about instruments, who plays what?” Makina asked as the 4 of them stopped near a crosswalk. “Barker plays drums and I do… everything else.” Gerard replied.

“What are you trying to recreate, the White Stripes? You can’t be working poor Gerard to the bone!”

“It’s no biggie Medusa, really.” Gerard said, scratching the back of his head. “Besides we can’t fit more than our equipment and 2 people in my garage.” 

The clouds in the sky began blocking the afternoon sun as the delinquent teens inched closer to Makina’s home. “Well if you let me in your band I can lend you a space.”

“Ooh, and I can help with mixing!” Syd interjected. Chester face palmed himself, “Syd can join, they’re alright. But not you, ‘Dusy.” 

“Oh ho, shortening the nickname huh. You must be catching feelings aren’t you?” Makina teased, Chester sneered at her, blushing with embarrassment. They stopped in front of a hard rock bar that had a closed sign, Makina dug into her pocket to look for something. Chester immediately grabbed the raven haired rebel’s shoulder. “Are we wantin’ to break into a fuckin’ pub ‘ere?!”

“I live here chucklenuts, my pseudo-dad’s the owner.” Makina replied as she found what she was looking for, a small rose gold key. She unlocked the door letting the others in, turned on the lights, and then locked the door behind her. In front of them was a small stage, lights, and a shoddy little microphone setup. Along the wall was a bar to the left of the room, to the right was a set of tables and chairs stacked up. There were photographs on the wall with posters of all sorts of bands that had visited the small bar. Makina hopped onto the stage and walked to a door that read ‘Employees Only’. The teens followed her into a small 2 bedroom apartment. There was a bay window seat, a couch, a small kitchenette, and large stacks of vinyl records and a boombox with lots of CDs. “TV’s in my room, just don’t track any mud, and if my pseudo-dad comes home you best be running out through the fire escape.” 

Chester’s heart sank, a bit of him felt bad that she lived in such a small place, on top of that her parents were gone. But on the other hand… “Tell yer wot Makina, you can join if Mr. ‘pseudo-dad’ lets us use the bar space for practice.” Makina’s eyes lit up as she accidentally bent the antenna on her TV in the wrong direction. “Really?!”

“Yeah, I mean, what can you do?”

“I’m a vocalist, I’ve always wanted to be one like my old man!”

“Who is your dead dad Makina?” Syd asked as they sat on the foot of Makina’s bed. Makina pointed at a framed poster in her bedroom. It was partially ripped in half leaving only 2 band members present. “Your dad was in The Abyssal Oblivion?!” Gerard shouted as he pushed his shaggy hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, but you better keep that to yourselves. Ah here we go, it’s starting!” Makina exclaimed, the 4 teens huddled in front of the tv to watch the Dethklok Minute premiere. 

XxxX

Maybe that’s all she ever was to him… a pitiful means to an end. Chester recalled many of the private moments she had shared with her. The way she kissed him, the way she made him laugh, the way she felt in his arms. Since the day they met all he caused her was grief, never telling her why. “I’ll go talk to her.” He answered firmly. The welshman swiftly walked out of the room to search for his vocalist. Knowing Makina, there was one other place she could have gone in this entire death metal castle. And wouldn’t you know it, he was right on the money. Gingerly opening her bedroom door, Chester sat on Makina’s bed. There was a large lump underneath the covers and small whimpers. “‘Dusy?”

“Fuck off.” she answered with a sharp whine.  “‘Dusy, a quick chin wag?”

“Oh now you wanna talk?” Makina sniffled, “What took you so long?” Chester looked down at Makina’s blanket cocoon, her makeup looked smeared and she was cuddling her Skwisgaar plush under the covers. The look of her saddened face was just like how they were long ago. “Makina,” Chester said solemnly. Makina’s ears perked up, this was the first time in the history of their lives did he ever utter her name, her real name. “Makina… I’m… I’m sorry. For, y’know, all the bullcrap I put yer through.” Makina sat up, attempting to wipe her eyes. “I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark like I did. We both know you were just as important to Lycan RIOT as you were to me.” Chester reached for her hand and hesitantly, she held it. He took a deep breath. “I know we can’t change the past. And I know I’m the dick for breaking our promise. So… I hope we can have a chance to start over?” Makina didn’t hesitate and hugged her manager tightly. Chester was surprised and hugged her back, the feeling was warm and nostalgic. “I’m sorry for being an asshat to you, I know you’re just doing your job and shit. But I-”

“Yeah I know.” the producer said as Makina was embraced again in another tight hug. 

Chester placed his forehead onto hers, “Starting now, I swear to be more open like a good book.”

“Good, because now I wanna know something.” Makina moving away from Chester as she slowly got out from under the covers to put the Skwisgaar doll away. “How’s your wife Tanja?” Chester hesitated for a response, but he kept his word and spoke the truth. “She’s pregnant, 7 months along.” Makina slammed her closet door in surprise and ran to his side. “YOU MEAN YOU-”

“Yep. So now we should-”

“BEANPOLE FINALLY GOT SOMEONE TO-”

“MEDUSA!” Chester shouted, the raven haired rookie backed away. “Sorry… Do you know what she’s gonna have?” Chester shook his head,  “We discussed names, she really doesn’t like Lynne much.”“Well what about Renee, it’s pretty neutral.” Makina said with a smile, Chester patted her back. “S’pose so. Anyway, perhaps we should get back to the studio and take another crack at it.” Makina shook her head, “Redo the mix and we record tomorrow.” Chester smiled, “Alright then, boss.”

[kim-poce]

Smile and Wait

This is @boonasaurusrex's character: Chipper. Thank you for the commission!

CW: fantasy whump, non-human whumpee, permanent injure, kidnapping.

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Chipper has an important role, and he always tries his best to fulfill it.

When Master is lonely he leans on his lap and keeps him company, when he is tired he is there to help, and when he is sad Chipper does his best to make him smile, rubbing his face on him, letting Master pet his horns, or put some funny stickers on them sometimes. His existence is to make Master happy, and in exchange (because Master is so very merciful, and gives something back even when he doesn’t need to) Master feeds him, houses him, pets him, and loves him.

Life was generous, and Chipper couldn’t be any more grateful for the Master he has. That’s the reason he was smiling, looking out from the truck’s door’s window while Master was buying midnight snacks in a convenience store he didn’t know had opened there. The line was long, since his Master wasn’t the only one curious about the new place, all Chipper needed to do was to stay inside, smile and wait.

Stay inside. Smile. Wait.

Stay inside.

A hand reached inside the window, unlocking the door and dragging Chipper out by his wrist.

Smile.

He tried to scream, he could see Master inside the store, he could get his attention if he screamed loud enough. He didn’t. He never screams, he can’t, it doesn't matter how hard he tries.

“P-please master, I’m master’s please I-” he begged, smiling up, showing he is harmless. “Please.”

“Shut it,” the stranger said, grabbing him by his horn and shoving him inside a van. 

Wait.

Time passed. The van was small, dark and filthy; the strong smell of rot and blood was suffocating, making each breath a chore. He wondered if Master would be able to find him. Does he think he ran away? No way. He knows he would never do it. He knows he loves Master more than anything in the world. He knows, right? He will come for him, right?

Chipper whimpered at each stop, half wishing the stranger finally took him out and half hoping to never arrive wherever he was heading to.

They arrived of course, there was no reason for them not to. The van’s door opened to show a dark place, like a barn of some sort, not that Chipper was paying attention to the surroundings, not when the stranger was holding ropes in one hand and a hammer in the other. He backed away, hand touching something wet, he wished it was still pure dark, he wished he hadn’t seen the blood.

“P-please don’t, please Master is looking f-for me,” is he really? “And I've been good-” did I? “Please p-please?”

“Crying already?” the stranger sneered, making Chipper notice the hot tears leaving his eyes.

He can’t cry. He is supposed to smile, to keep Master company. He has an important role, he needs to make Master happy. He needs back, please, he wants to go back.

“P-p-lease-” he voice was cut by the sudden loss of distance between him and the attacker.

The man easily pulled him closer to the exit, not out, he had the feeling he wouldn’t be out of the van so soon.

“Hands,” the stranger ordered, and he obeyed before even thinking about it, and if he had thought about it he would obey the same.

Chipper hyperventilated while the ropes dug into his wrists, whimpered as the other ends was tied to both sides of the van, forcing him to kneel with chest exposed and arms open. He didn’t complain, he can’t ever complain.

“t-thank you,” he said weakly when the stranger was done.

“Thank you? Ha.” The stranger pulled him by the hair, making his heart beat so fast that it could stop. “Shall we see how far your gratitude goes?”

The man reached for the hammer, Chipper was dead quiet and froze when it was raised, eyes closed when it went down.

Chipper had been wrong, he found out, it turns out he can scream. When the hammer struck he screamed his throat hoarse. It could have hit his skull for the way the sharp pain felt like splinting his brain into two, it could have been in his eyes from the way everything turned dark. Or in his arms and legs, his whole body, as every muscle turned weak. The way the pain overwhelmed his every sense.

His right horn was turned into shards, joining the rotting blood and filthy on the floor. It wouldn’t grow again, master wouldn’t pet it again, master loved his horns, master would be so sad and disappointed. It was certainly that the reason that over the pain Chipper felt sadness, it was Master’s care for the horns and not his own love for it, it was just so it would make him worse in his role, certainly not because he felt less himself now.

“T-t-t-thank you,” the fear forced out, taking over and attempting anything that might make the future more bearable.

“Oh?” the man smirked, amused and playful, “Not enough yet?”

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Commission Info!

[cecilebutcher]

hi hi cecile :D i saw your oc interaction event so i wanna submit my child irene lovejoy :D you can chose any of your ocs, i do want to see how they'd interact!

her own post is here :D

Hi Irene!! Thank you for joining the oc interaction<3

Since you didn’t give me an oc for your yuusona to interact with, I decided to go with one of my first years Junto^^(here’s not on my tumblr yet) hope you like it!!

Word count: 904

Summary:Junto Takes Irene shopping for fun

Warnings: none

For: @officialdaydreamer00

“Come on Irene!” Called Junto, a first year previously from pomfiore now from octavinelle, to one of the three residents of the ramshacke dorm “we’re going to be late!” The small octavinelle student had planned a whole day out with his friend, Irene Lovejoy, for one purpose. Setting her up with one of Junto’s sophomore’s, Jade Leech. “Calm down they’re coming” Said the other only human in ramshacke dorm, Vesper, as he snacked away at a papaya.

“Oh hi Vesper! I thought you had a club meeting today?” Vesper shrugged in response as junto went to sit next to him “Kalim and Lilia are busy so we rescheduled”. Junto nodded his head in understanding with a smile as Vesper offered him a piece of fruit, which he gladly expected. “Ok I’m ready!” The two males looked up to see the prefect in an eggshell white vest that had blue, black and yellow on it over a white button up shirt with some jeans. “Ya look like shit”The black haired girl rolled her eyes at her dorm mate “thank you vesper” Vesper shrugged at her retort. “Ok let’s go!” Junto got up from the couch and ran up to Irene, grabbed their arm, and started running out the dorm. “Be back before midnight you two!” Was the last thing they heard before they left.

The shopping center wasn’t big, as Junto had anticipated, but it was enough for now. The whole day he had dragged Irene around buying her some clothes and anything she wanted. “Oh how about this one?” He asked as he showed the girl an off white sweater with cats printed on it “I don’t know, you’ve already spent too much money Junto” “so it’s not cute? You don’t like it?”junto asked with a hurt expression, like a sad puppy. Irene sighed with a small laugh “it is, and I do like it. It’s just-“ “no buts!” She was interrupted as the short male handed her the sweater and went to another section of the shop “you barley have any clothes! Just let me buy you a few things from this store and we can call it a day, ok?” Irene stayed quiet for a minute then shook her head with a smile “fine, but I’m buying lunch” “deal!”

After what felt like years the two finally sat down for some food. A family owned restaurant that was pretty famous among nrc and rsa students. The two handed the waiter their menus after ordering and thanked her before she walked away. “So Junto” The boy looked at her with a small smile and tilt to his head “rumor has it you have a crush?” They said with a teasing smile “wanna tell me who it is?” Junto let out a small awkward giggle before clearing his throat. “Me? What? No, no no no. I don’t, who told you that? That’s, that’s stupid” it was obvious he was trying to avoid the conversation. “Come on, you can tell me, I won’t tell”

Junto stayed quiet, playing with his shirt, then looked up at Irene and sighed. “You won’t tell?” He asked a bit weary “of course, you can trust me”. The two continued to sit in silence for a bit. “Junto? If you don’t want to you don’t have to” He sighed and leaned over the table a bit, Irene following his actions. Junto whispered something to her and she sat down with a confused look. “Really?” He sat down and nodded “are you pulling my leg?” He shook his head. “Huh”

“If it makes you feel better your reaction is way better than the tweels” he said with a shrug as the waiter placed their food and drinks in front of them. “Floyd looked like he was about to commit murder and Jade looked like he was planning genocide” Irene laughed at the boys defeated expression “well it is weird. It’s not everyday you hear something like that” “hey! You have a crush on the tweels you can’t judge!” He pointed out with his fork “I do not!” “Yes, you do! I am very observant”

The two first years continued to eat and talk argue. then, when Irene went to pay, it turned out Junto had already payed, to Irene’s annoyance. After that the two started heading to the school, but not before going into a few more shops. When the two arrived at the ramshacke dorm they found the Vesper Grim and the ADeuce duo in the common area studying, or Vesper trying to drill something they took into their brains. “Welcome back you two, care to join?” “Uh, no thanks” Irene smiled at their dorm mate and quickly dragged Junto to their room. “It’s late out, you can stay here if you want” they pointed out as she placed her many bags on the floor. “It’s fine, I have a shift tomorrow morning anyways”

Irene nodded in understanding, “ok just be carful going back ok?” Junto nodded and gave Irene a quick hug before waving goodbye “see you at lunch!” Before disappearing down the hall. The first year waved back then closed the door to her room. She started changing into her nigh wear before a laugh escaped her lips, remembering the conversation from earlier. “Sebek huh?” They said with a laugh.

Well, Junto has always been a bit weird with his choice of friends, why not his crush too?

It was either this or Irene and Vesper hanging out, maybe talk about our dear tweels😌

Hope you liked it and tell me if you want me to change anything

Oc interaction is open if anyone wants to participate!!

[armysantiny]

-[ nct dream: late-night headcanons

P: ot7 dream x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanons | Inc: laughter, playing the guitar, cuddles, taking pictures, art, playing games with them, making ramen, coffee shop runs, Daegal, late-night ice cream bc I said so, I'm in love with boys can you tell??, star-gazing, learning Chinese with Renjun | Wc: 681 | W: food/drink | R: G

Minnie's Notes: Here you go my lovely @renjuns-grillfreind <3

Mark Lee | 이민형

Late nights with Mark are full of laughter and deep conversations about everything and nothing all at once. Eyes shut as you listen to him cover your favourite songs and embarrassed smiles while he teaches you how to play the guitar. Listening to the curated playlist he made for you while you lay together and watch the ceiling. Sneaking pictures of him without makeup, refusing to delete it because he looks pretty like that and pointing out every little feature you like about it. Hint; it’s everything.

Huang Renjun | 런줜

Twilight hours spent getting lost in various art projects together, watching over Jun’s shoulder as he finishes another one of his pieces. Deep conversations about the future and your goals; he promises to support you as much as humanly possible. Staying up over the phone for little Chinese language lessons while you both fight the urge to sleep. Tracing constellations in the night sky in the park with nothing else but coffee, blankets and all the time in the world. Late-night photoshoots against alleyways, laughing at how bad the picture came out while taking the best ones as shared wallpapers.

Lee Jeno | 이제노

Late nights spent looking at new desk setups and decorations for your shared gaming spaces. Laughing at Hyuck’s incessant yelling down the mics when you ‘accidentally’ let yourself get killed in-game to spend more time with Jeno away from the screen. Content smiles when he wraps his arms around you from behind while you’re making hot chocolates, his head buried in the crook of your neck. Constant discussions over adopting a puppy and all the aesthetic things the pair of you could do as pup-parents.

Lee Donghyuck | 이동혁

Staying up watching as he plays round after round with the others, chuckling as he shouts obscenities over his headphones. Filming Hyuck to use as ‘blackmail’ material in the group chat later on. Popping open a can for the pair of you when he finally finishes playing, the clock hits two am easily. Throwing a pillow in his face when he suggests something absolutely insane and laughing at his over-the-top offended face. Pretending to film that reality show he keeps talking about whenever he starts going off on one of his tangents. Sharing snacks while you bicker over what to watch and watching the same show for the nth time.

Na Jaemin | 나재민

Late night coffee runs where you gawk at the sheer amount of extra espresso shots he adds to his drink order. Running after him as he pulls you to the next 24/7 café he finds. Listening to him ramble about his day while you watch with an endeared smile because how does he still have all this energy? Waking up at unholy times because Jaemin’s calling you over to bake muffins with him. Enjoying your freshly made midnight snacks with a drama marathon wrapped under blankets.

Zhong Chenle | 천러

Falling asleep against his shoulder three dramas into your tv marathon, his hands gently laced through your hair. Playing with Daegal and struggling not to wake up the entire neighbourhood with your shared laughter, the small dog just too cute. Wandering the convenience store looking for the best midnight snack before settling on buying an entire bag full because no one could come up with a clear answer. Nibbling on the bag of snacks on the way home while ranting about each other’s day and making fun of his hyungs – with good intentions.

Park Jisung | 박지성

Waking up to Jisung pleading you to join him on one of his late-night craving-induced trips to the store to get ice creams. Laughing about your brain freezes while trying to down the frozen treats. Watching (read; supervising) him make ramen and applauding when he manages to not burn the kitchen down; his hyungs aren’t exactly keen on waking up to the smell of a burnt kitchen and a panicking Park Jisung. Eating said ramen by the balcony and watching the rain hit the ground outside. Counting as many graveyard shift workers making their way across the street and wondering what their day looks like. Laying in each other’s lap and relaxing while you play with each other’s hair.

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[ghostdrafts]

Can I ask some headcanons about being in a relationship with Gar Logan? He's my comfort character and there's so few content about him T^T

Oh, I feel your struggle, anon! Gar is also one of my comfort characters and there’s not enough appreciation for him, so I hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Garfield Logan dating gn!reader

Okay, let’s start with one simple fact. When I say that dating Gar is like dating your best friend, it’s because he is your best friend. He wouldn’t be the kind of guy to make a sudden move out of the blue. He takes the time to get to know you and build a bond of mutual trust

He would spend months pining over you, but he’d never directly make his feelings known, but when you’re with him, he has a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. He remembers the little things. What makes you laugh so hard soda nearly shoots out of your nose, the toppings you like on your pizza, your favorite movies and the victory dance you do when you beat him at some random video game.

If he lets you win on purpose, that’s nobody’s business.

The thing is that he just likes spending time with you. He likes seeing you smile and knowing that it’s because of him, but when it comes to who makes the first move, you’d probably have to spell it out for him before he finally gets the idea that you like him back.

You only officially date for about two weeks before he blurts out the L-word.

There’s no big confession or grand declaration. It just slips out on the spot, over the tiniest thing.

He immediately spirals into a panic of apologies and assurance that there’s no pressure for you to say it back, with self-scolding scattered into the mix, because I don’t know why I said that. Why would I say that?

If you do say it back, he’ll melt on the spot. He’ll pause for a moment, like he’s not even sure he heard you correctly- he can barely hear anything over the sound of his own heart racing like it’s trying to get away- but once it sinks in, prepare to be tackled with affectionate kisses and mumbled declarations of endearment, over and over again.

He spends the twenty minutes kissing every part of you he can get to, telling you how much he loves you and all the reasons why, how special you are to him and that you’re just amazing, overall.

His love language varies between physical touch, quality time, and acts of service. He falls somewhere between the three and will actively express each one of them in different ways.

He’s always touching you in some way. Whether you’re holding hands or your ankles are hooked together, sometimes he just touches you in a playful way- he’ll play with your hair, squish your cheeks, tickle you.

Nap dates are definitely a thing. Dick never mentions it when he stumbles upon you and Gar in his tiger form, passed out together, giant green cat cuddled around you protectively, but purring away. Kory doesn’t have the same good grace not to bring it up.

As far as other dates go, it varies from nights in with take out and nature documentaries to trips to the arcade and ice cream.

He would be so proud to show you off and let everyone know that you’re his! All bouncy and giddy with the brightest smile, introducing you as his partner. Even strangers. He would be that guy, saying ‘hold on, let me ask my s/o what they want’ when ordering food

He would also be extremely protective. If you ever get hurt, he has a hard time keeping his composure. It would take more than one person to talk him down, but he wouldn’t leave your side for anything. He’s staying right there.

Matching pajamas. Midnight snacks. Blanket forts and cheesy B-list movies. 80 different cuddle positions in the span of one night that usually result in all the blankets getting kicked off, but it’s okay, because he practically radiates heat.

All in all, Gar is just the best boyfriend anyone can ever ask for

[evandarya]

Heat

{Read on AO3}{Part 1}

"I don't know what scares me more, Dickie. That you invited strangers to Bruce's private stretch of beach for a bonfire, or that they agreed to come." Jason said. They had been hauling logs around for half the day, building what could easily be a small beach hut that they were going to set on fire. Not that Jason was against fires, far from it, but they had only met Jazz and Danny and Dani-with-an-i the day before. Jason would love to get to know Jazz more and figure out why the Green reacts to Danny the way it does, but this seems forward, even for Dick.

"I'm good with people." Was Dick's only answer. 

"You're a class A manipulator, that's  what you are." Jason shot back. 

"Well, you know what they say: "Mansplain, Manipulate, Malewife." Dick hoisted the last log onto the pile and brushed the dirt from his hands. 

"What?" Jason asked, bewildered.

"It's a meme. Don't you ever go on the internet?" 

"Yeah, for research, not memes."

"Oh my gods, don't tell Tim that, you'll break the little nerd's heart." 

"Whatever, what time are they supposed to get here?" Jason asked as they headed back to the beach house.

"They should be here soon. I told them the pizza will be here at eight." Dick checked his watch.  "I bought enough to feed an army of Flashes with enough left for midnight snacks."

"That delivery driver is going to hate you," Jason said with a grin.

"I tipped them 50 percent, so they shouldn't be too mad," Dick said, knocking the sand from his sandals and stepping into the house.

There was a knock on the door and Dick answered to find Danny, Jazz, Dani, and a delivery woman each holding a warming bag. 

“Hey, Dick,” Dani said with a smile. “When you said you were going to have enough pizza to feed an army I thought you were exaggerating.” 

“I never exaggerate about food,” Dick said, thanking the delivery driver and waving everyone in. The delivery person unloaded the pizzas and took her warming bags back. Dick slipped her an extra twenty, which she tried to refuse but Dick slipped it into one of the bags. 

“Richard! Did you remember to order a veggie pizza for me?” Damian asked as he came into the kitchen. Tim almost bowled him over when he stopped dead at the sight of Dani. “Hello, Danielle. It is nice to see you again.”

“Don’t stop in the middle of the walkway brat, Tim said, pushing around Damian to check the pizza boxes. 

“Hey, Dames! I think I saw a veggie and a plain cheese on the order slip,” Dani offered cheerfully. 

“We didn’t know what kind of drinks you liked,” Danny said, setting his backpack down and unzipping it. “So we got a bit of everything.” Danny pulled out three two liters of soda from his backpack and set them on the counter. Jazz set her own bag down and pulled out a jug of sweet tea and a two-liter of lemonade.

“You didn’t have to get anything!” Dick said. “I made juice and tea.” 

“Your tea is too sweet, Dick,” Jason said, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza from one of the boxes and biting into it. “I’d like tea, not diabetes.” 

“Diabeetus.” Danny and Tim said at the same time. They met eyes and both looked away with a blush. 

“Fine.” Dick fake pouted. “Let's eat so we can start the bonfire.” 

***

Tim had never been to a bonfire before. He’d been to housefires and fires caused by explosions, some he set off himself, but he’d never really sat in front of a fire for the fun of it. Dick had run off almost as soon as the fire was lit, saying something about going to get marshmallows, but he hadn’t seen his brother since. Dani and Damian were sitting side by side on a log across the fire from him, holding a quiet conversation. Dani laughed at something Damian had said and Damian blushed in response. Jason and Jazz had disappeared pretty quickly, claiming they wanted to go on a walk, but they left holding hands, so Tim figured they wanted some alone time. Danny was sitting on the sand next to him, drawing some intricate symbols in the sand. Tim watched him for a moment, enjoying the heat from the fire. It was a nice contrast from the cool sea breeze blowing across his neck and back.

“What’s that?” Tim asked. Danny froze and a red flush crept up his neck that had nothing to do with the fire. 

“Just, ah. Nothing, really.” Danny said, obliterating the symbols with his hand. “Just, it’s kind of embarrassing.” 

“Is it like a secret code or language or something?”

“No, more like a summoning script,” Danny said. 

“To summon what?” Tim asked. He knew summonings were real, and if Danny was involved in magic, well, that was something the Justice League would be interested in. 

“The Ghost King,” Danny said, waving his hands around in a way that was supposed to be spooky before laughing.

Tim laughed, too. It felt nice. Danny had an easy casualness about him, something Tim couldn’t help but feel drawn to. Danny leaned back against the log Tim was sitting on and stretched his arms out, brushing Tim’s leg as he did so. 

“This is nice,” Danny said, gazing up at the sky. “Back home I don’t have time to just look at the stars anymore.” 

“You can’t see the stars where we live, too much light pollution,” Tim said, gazing up as well. “I never have been able to pick out constellations.” All the bats knew enough about the stars to navigate by them, but picking out shapes from the thousands of stars up there was never Tim’s goal.

“It’s not hard, once you know how to find them,” Danny said, pointing up toward the sky. “In the northern hemisphere, you can always find the Big Dipper. You see those four stars in kind of a square with three more heading off to the side?” Tim looked but he couldn't see where Danny was pointing, so he slid off the log and sat closer to Danny. Just so he could follow his finger as he traced the different constellations in the sky. And if the places where their arms touched burned a little hotter? Well, that was because of the fire.

***

“So,” Jason said. He wasn’t sure what to say. Should he bring up the fact that the pit reacts to her brother? Then he’d have to explain the pit to her. Or maybe he should just ask where they are from, and look into it later? That's a normal question, right?

“What brings you to Florida?” Jazz asked before he made a decision. 

“Mandatory Family Bonding Time,” Jason said. “You?”

Jazz laughed, full and loud. Jason was glad it was dark because he didn’t want her to see the heat creeping up his neck. “Our parents are here for a conference. They wanted Danny to come to help them out and I knew if I didn’t come, too, they would make him work all weekend. Then Dani heard about it and invited herself along, too.” 

“Was Dani not invited to begin with?” He wondered aloud. 

“Dani’s not technically our sister, she’s more like a cousin, so she doesn’t live with us.” Jazz said. “But she and Danny are close, they have a lot in common. He feels responsible for her, so he’s always treated her like a little sister.” 

“Do your parents treat her like a daughter?” Jason asked. 

“No, to them she’s a distant cousin.” Jazz looked out toward the ocean, thoughtful. “They aren’t bad parents, but they get caught up in their own work and everything else falls by the wayside.” 

“That's why they were okay with you going to a stranger’s beach house for a late-night bonfire?” Jason asked with a grin. 

“Are you a stranger?” Jazz asked. “I thought we had got to know each other pretty well yesterday.” Jazz stopped walking and turned to face Jason, her hand resting lightly on his chest, looking up at him with those soft teal eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he leaned forward and met her pink lips with his own. 

The kiss lasted for only a few seconds before he pulled away. Before he got too far Jazz pulled him back down into a deeper kiss. One of Jazz’s hands snaked up to rest on his neck, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. He could break free, but why would he want to?

***

Damian was used to the heat. Growing up in the desert had made him used to it. He didn’t understand the appeal of a bonfire. Campfires to keep warm and ward off predators, sure. But the fire Grayson had made was too large and required too much wood and put off too much heat to be comfortable. An issue Drake and Fenton didn’t seem to share as they sat cuddled up on the sand. 

“Come on, Dames, let's go before they start kissing,” Danielle said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. They walked hand in hand along the beach. Danielle seemed to have a destination in mind, so he allowed her to lead him. They were quiet for a long time until Danielle broke it. “I’ve never been to the beach before. I’ve been almost everywhere in the country, but I’ve never thought of going to a beach.” 

“Does your family travel a lot?” 

“No, Danny and Jazz have school and jobs.” 

“You don’t have school?” He had been taught everything in the league, but Father still made him go to school. 

“Let's climb up there,” Dani said, pointing to an outcropping of rock. There was an obvious and well-worn trail leading to the top. 

"Who do you travel with, if it isn't your siblings," Damian asked as they started up the trail.

"I go alone, most of the time. Sometimes Cujo comes with me."

"Your parents make your siblings go to school, while you are allowed to travel alone?" Something was wrong with this family if that was the case.

Dani gave him a look over her shoulder that he couldn't quite grasp in the darkness. "You know I'm not actually Danny and Jazz's sister, right? Their parents aren't my parents. My father is their uncle."

"And your father is okay with you traveling alone?" 

"Not exactly, but the less he knows about me and where I am the better. He isn't exactly nice." They had reached the top of the cliff by this point and Dani walked right to the edge overlooking the ocean, unafraid of falling. "It's beautiful." 

Damian couldn't spare a glance at the water, instead, he watched Danielle's face, happy and calm, and made a vow. No harm shall come to Danielle as long as he could prevent it.

[pollyna]

Javy is considering killing Hangman for so long he doesn't remember the first time he actually thought about it. He love his best friend and they're going to be bond for life, on earth just as in the sky, but if he has to hear another world about Bradley Rooster Fucking Bradshaw he's going to loose it. And, if he's going to loose his head he will make sure that Jake looses his too. But not metaphorically.

He can't go back home because Phoniex is there with Bob, Jake and Rooster, Fanboy is somewhere with 'Pay and maybe he could get himself a stiff drink and drown his headache in that? And then go back home to sleep and be ready for another forty minutes long rant offered by his best friend over pancake for breakfast.

He finds a spot where to park himself for at least half an hour and he's going to order a beer, money already in his hand when someone else's pays Penny for him. This one is on me Lieutenant, you deserve a little distraction by the Bradshaw-Seresin drama. God only knows we all do. He studied the maneuvers of this man, who's now sitting at his right, every year in school. He didn't just studied them he wrote a thesis about aerodynamics and physics because one doesn't go and becomes a four stars Admiral playing nice and all by the book. He has a copy of said thesis in his bedroom, waiting to find this man and making him sign it, and maybe read it too. This man is offering him a drink because he knows about the Bradshaw-Seresin drama. This man. Admiral Thomas James Kazansy, callsign Ice -freakin'-man knows about the drama.

Do you know about that too, sir? he asks taking a sip of his beer because he needs to find his voice again or he won't be able to say another word.

Pete doesn't talk about anything else. Over breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snacks. Sometimes I have to put on airphones so I don't have to hear him. Oh, oh this is going to be good. Javy can already feel the headache dissipates itself, the beer is cold in his hand and he's talking with his hero about something as unimportant as a love drama.

By the time the bar closes off it's already 2 am and Captain Mitchell is there to take Admiral Kazansky's home. They drunk enough beers and a particularly strong whisky he almost doesn't feel embarrassed when the Admiral tries to shake his hand and Javy hugs him. Thank you for tonight sir, I'm going to find the way to pay you back for all the drinks.

No need for that Lieutenant, but you could do something for me. Mav told me you wrote a thesis about some of my manouvers and I would like to read it, if it's possibile.

Maybe, and he says maybe, he's not going to kill Jake afterall, just mhayem him a little bit. Before he takes his thesis to Admiral Tom Iceman Kazansky, who he's just spend the night drinking with.

I think you broke him Ice, Captain Mitchell says. What do you say Coyote, leave your thesis by my office tomorrow morning and I will make sure to deliver it to him?

Ye-yes sir, it would be acceptable sir. Thank you again for tonight, sir. Goodnight, sirs. he stumbles a little, with his words and his feet, before they both disappeare around the corner.

He's going to wake up Jake and he's going to tell him everything and he's going do the same tomorrow too, until Jake will pray him to stop and he will tell him the same story again, for a little longer. So he will finally know what he has felt over the last two weeks.

(Babe I think you broke one of my students tonight Mav whispers while walking home.

Eh, you have another eleven of them, you'll live he answers before stopping in the middle of the road to kiss him sweetly.)

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

(u can choose for it to be a hc or anything) the brothers go to the dentist with MC and see the process of her wisdom teeth getting removed

Ok! I actually haven't had mine removed, but I have had similar dental work so I am going to base it on that!

So I got REALLY into this for a few days and then I forgot where I was going with it so it turned into headcannons with a super long intro instead of an imagine... Hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions Dental work, Mentions Needles, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of surgical procedures

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Brothers Reacting to a Wisdom Teeth Removal

MC had been crying out in pain for the past couple of weeks. They had continually mentioned their teeth or jaw being the source of the problem. The Brothers did all they could in the Devildom, but in the end they decided take MC to the human world to see a dentist.

"Well, it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in. There doesn't seem to be much room left for them, so I would suggest an extraction." The dentist looked at the x-rays and back to MC who was currently surrounded by 7 scared men.

"Extraction!? Ain't no way you are taking anything from my Hum-," Mammon caught himself, "...MC."

The doctor eyed him suspiciously before going back to the x-rays. Lucifer sighed, "Mammon. He is not taking anything. This is going to help MC."

"Will it hurt?" Beel had made his way through the crowd of his Brothers to talk to the doctor.

"They won't feel a thing while they're under. There could be some aching after the procedure, but as long as it is properly taken care of there will be no complications."

The Brothers breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"I'll go through with it." MC pipes up.

The doctor smiles and says, "Wonderful. You can set up an appointment and get the paperwork at the front desk." He then turned on his heel shutting the door behind him, leaving MC and the Brother alone in the room.

"Are you sure this is the best idea, MC?" Levi's voice shakes as he speaks.

"It'll be fine guys. This is a common human procedure, plus I have all of you to help me afterwards." This seemed to easy their qualms. MC went to the front desk and scheduled the surgery sometime during the next week.

Before they knew it, a week had almost passed and the procedure was to take place the next morning. All of the Brothers were frantically running around trying to prepare until Lucifer finally got their attention.

"I want all of you to listen closely," He stood tall and spoke to his brothers now gather in front of him.

"MC is not allowed to eat anything after dinner tonight. They are only allowed to drink water," Beel's face turned sullen, as MC was usually his partner in crime for midnight raids of the fridge.

"The surgery is said to take two hours," Levi's face lit up at the thought of being home early enough to join his team in game and maybe even have MC assist. Only for it to fall again as Lucifer continued, "But before we come home, we will need to pick up some human pain medicine for when the medicine from the surgery wears off."

Asmo seemed quite intrigued with the mention of shopping in the human world, but his thoughts were cut short when Lucifer added, "And we will not be picking up anything else."

Lucifer sighed before continuing, "I have already made a shift schedule for who will take care of MC when we get home. It is in the center of the table." Satan reached for the paper as Lucifer droned on while Mammon peered over his shoulder.

"I will also be giving you instructions on how to change out the guaze and other things to stay away from." Lucifer gave the stack of packets to Belphie who didn't even take one. He just yawned and passed them to Beel.

"MC will be unable to participate in most activities for at least four days. So put any schemes you have on hold until they feel better. Understood?" Lucifer's words were stern as he glared at all of his Brothers.

"Understood." They all groan in unison.

MC, meanwhile, had taken their seat at the table and has began to fill their plate.

Satan grabs his pamphlet and sits across from MC. He quickly flips through the papers before skeptically looking up at them.

"You are confident that this is safe?" He eyes the human nervously as they swallow their food.

"Sure it can't be that bad. Some of my friends had it done and they're still alive." The brothers look between themselves as they all begin to read the possible outcomes of the procedure.

Dinner ends with everyone but MC and Beel leaving their plates mostly full. Slowly they all go their separate ways to their rooms.

When morning arrives, Lucifer wakes everyone up. He quickly goes through the house and rushes everyone out the door in order forC to get to the human world on time. It takes a lot of effort, but the group eventually makes it up to the office in one piece.

Asmo sits next to MC holding their hand and talking to them, "They better not mess up your face. If they so much as make a wrinkle on your skin. I will personally tear them apart."

MC chuckles, "Asmo. They have to have something to keep my mouth open. Don't be so dramatic."

As MC finishes their statement, their name is called and the group goes back with them.

They watch as the dentist helps MC into the chair resembling a torture device as he talks to them.

"You should be out for about two hours, you didn't eat or drink anything correct?"

MC shakes their head no and the doctor smiles before putting on his surgical mask, "Great! Then let's start the procedure."

The brothers gather around MC gently laying their hands on the human's body as the needle penetrates the human's arm.

"I'll be fine guys... Don't worry... One... Bit..." They watch as MC's head slowly lulls towards them. They look at the doctor in fear only to be quickly ushered out by the nurses.

Thankfully, there was a small room where they could sit and watched MC being worked on.

As they watched horror struck their faces.

💙 Lucifer

He really just trusted the process and had no idea what was going to happen.

So when he sees a tube being shoved down MC's throat he is upset and nearly breaks down the glass.

Then he remembers that MC is doing this to feel better and restrains himself.

But only because MC wants this done.

💛 Mammon

Mammon did not like this idea from the beginning! It sounded to dangerous and no one should be taking ANYTHING from MC (besides him).

Definitely was not happy when he started to watch them cut into their gums and blood started to get everywhere.

Lucifer and Beel had to hold him back so he didn't rampage.

Immediately grabs MC when this is all over and does not let them go.

🧡 Leviathan

Levi thought this would be a quick and easy process because it was only going to take two hours.

So they pull out a tooth and that is it right? Wrong.

He is horrified when he realizes they have to cut the teeth out and sew MC back together.

Why would they agree to something so invasive!? Why is this normal for humans!?

💚 Satan

He did a bunch of research and was the reason they went to a human dentist in the first place.

He knew what the entire procedure would entail and even tried to tell MC that it was pretty intense.

But he wasn't going to go against MC's wishes if they wanted to get it done.

Definitely stepped out of the room when it was happening... He didn't want to see it.

💖 Asmodeus

Asmodeus was fine to do anything that MC agreed with, then he saw them pulling their cheeks back and he got angry.

He was quite upset that they were stretching MC's precious skin! They could get wrinkled! And don't even get him started on the tube in their throat.

He wanted to march into the room and stopped them, but he remembered how much pain MC was in and that they needed to get it done.

He will get revenge later. Right now, he is focusing on MC.

❤ Beelzebub

Beel just wants to make sure MC is safe and feeling better no matter the cost or procedure.

So when he starts to see all the terrible stuff happening, he steps out with Satan to get some snacks.

By the time he comes back full, the procedure is over and he can walk in with everyone else as they wait for MC to wake up.

He did save MC one bag of chips... he was worried about them not eating breakfast...

💜 Belphegor

Belphie would be upset at what's happening, but more upset that he can't be next to MC to take a nap.

He definitely cares about them being safe, but he knows they agreed to it and human procedures are weird so he isn't too worried.

He just wants to take a nap and he needs his human pillow.

He will lean on MC's arm and immediately fall asleep whenever he is allowed in to see a groggy MC.

[ethereal-blossom]

Bit of a controversial ask but can I request a scenario where Dazai's S/O is a bit jealous of Chuuya because those two seemed closer and some commented how they act like a couple but she constantly she says she's fine and smiles. The same thing for Chuuya and his S/O is also a little jealous and she also smiles it off, turning to music to cope and it ends with them talking it out. Fluff.

Again so sorry for this controversial ask. Love your writing!

a/n: don't apologize! it's great, clear and i love it. if i would date any of these men, i would also be jealous on doubleblack.

🚨warning(s): only a little bit of cursing

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dazai's word count | 1.1 K

chuuya's word count | 1 K

"y/n, how long are you going to wait for your man?" yosano asked.

it was almost midnight and here you were, sitting behind the desk of your significant other, waiting for him to return from the mission with chuuya.

"just a little bit longer, but don't worry!" you smiled. "dazai already said it was going to take a while. so, when he and chuuya return, i have prepared some snacks."

yosano raised her eyebrows. "you're way too kind for those gentlemen. let's pray they haven't strangled each other yet. it would be kinky though."

then, yosano decided to place her focus on atsushi who was sitting behind his own desk. "and what are you doing here?"

"oh, dazai wanted for me to assist him after he comes back with the information chuuya and he collected."

"a hard-working dazai partnering up with a mafia executive? how i have lived long enough to see this day."

"well, it is a huge mission." atsushi scratched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly. "although, he doesn't seem to mind it that much. he has been teasing chuuya for non-stop. strange, they remind me of a married couple."

you swallowed. the new mission had dazai more motivated than ever. your significant other was dedicated enough to ask his previous partner for help. although, there probably was some manipulation involved in the process. for the last week dazai and chuuya have been a one package deal. every time you saw your significant other, chuuya was there, too. a treacherous feeling interpenetrated your stomach once you had realized how strong their chemistry truly was. dazai's eyes sparkled with mischievous and life when he teased chuuya and even though chuuya acted indifferent and annoyed towards dazai, you could see how much trust he put into his previous partner.

and honestly? it made you doubt the chemistry you and dazai shared. did he also seem so alive when he was around you? it was out of character for dazai to work this much, to be this dedicated to something, someone. was there anything you had done wrong?

just then, a scream and the sound of breaking wood helped you out of the negative thought spiral. three pairs of eyes landed on the door opening. standing there was a red-haired man who had tried to kick dazai, but instead ended up kicking the door because his partner's fast reflexes.

"oh chuuya, you're too easy of a victim! can't you do anything without me?" dazai teased. his eyes then started to scan the room. "my, my, we have the audience here. belladonna, have you been waiting for me?"

you tried to smile through the pinch of jealousy that got to your heart. "of course! had you expected for me to not bring you your favorite snacks after all of your hard work?"

dazai clenched his hands together and his eyes began to sparkle. "you're amazing, belladonna! chuuya, take notes on this. y/n is clearly catching up on you."

in order to give the impression of you being fine, you tightened your smile. nevertheless, dazai slightly raised his eyebrows. there was no doubt that you were the only one who had noticed that slight change in his facial expression.

"you have snacks?" chuuya peaked from behind his partner. "that's really nice of you, y/n. unlike your man here."

"the insult! how can you be so tactless, chuuya?" dazai responded. chuuya only rolled his eyes and thanked you again for the snacks.

the upfollowing hour was a combination between order and chaos. dazai teasing chuuya, chuuya yelling at dazai, yosano making sexual jokes about double black and atsushi being confused by all of the fickle changes of atmosphere. however, in the moments of seriousness and break throughs, the mission was reported.

needless to say that you were exhausted but happy when dazai and you walked to your apartment. however, you still couldn't rest. dazai had looked so cheerful with chuuya, and now he was the silence itself.

"is there something on your mind, love?" dazai asked.

you responded in a cheerful tone: "not at all. i'm just tired, that's everything."

that didn't seem to satisfy your significant other though. dazai looked at you from the corner of his eye. "you could have left the snacks with atsushi and gone home."

"was that what you would have wanted?"

"of course not, but if you were tired-"

"then i know you don't need me-"

"then your health comes first to me."

now it was your turn to look at dazai from the corner of your eyes. the look on dazai's face said that he was serious. he didn't want for you to leave, he wanted for you to take care of yourself.

"besides, i had chuuya. i hate to admit it, but in a type of way he could be considered useful."

god, these feelings....

you knew dazai loved you and yet you couldn't help but feel insecure. should you say something?

"that thing on your mind... does it involve chuuya?" dazai casually asked.

your eyes widened. "no! no, it's fine. he's a really nice guy. i just- i didn't realize how close you were."

"pf, chuuya and i?" dazai stuck out his chin. "he's beneath me."

you couldn't help but chuckle at his immature behavior. "and i am not?" a question that was both meant as a joke and a genuine concern.

dazai abruptly stood still. "don't be absurd, y/n. you could never."

your skin started to feel heated. "i-" you groaned in frustration and hid your face in your hands. dazai looked at you expectantly, curious how you would continue your sentence.

"i'm sorry. i feel like an idiot. you were right. chuuya was on my mind."

a frown appeared on dazai's face. "should i punch him?"

"what?" the word came out a little bit too loud.

"y/n, i'm not appealed to the idea of chuuya being on your mind. it kind of creates the impulsion to punch him."

this time, you laughed. "dazai, seriously? atsushi had described you and chuuya as a married couple, yosano used the word kinky with chuuya's and your name in one sentence. i'm the one being jealous of chuuya."

dazai blinked at you. then he sighed. "that's a relief. for one second i thought i had to duel chuuya to win over your heart."

"for someone as observant as you, you are kind of dense when it comes to your own relationships." the frown on his face came back. cute. "and don't worry about dueling chuuya, i have already given you my heart."

dazai's frown was replaced by a smile that could be described the best as mischievous. "did you just confess you were jealous, my love?"

"it's just- you are always so distant to other people. except for me. and sometimes atsushi. i felt jealous seeing that your chemistry with chuuya goes back ages ago."

dazai stepped towards you till you stood face to face. "you should not worry, love. after all, i have given my heart to you, too."

the stars shined brightly tonight. watching the view from chuuya's office usually filled you with peace. today, it did not.

your gaze moved to the clock. chuuya's and dazai's mission was taking two hours longer than expected. another rush of anxiety rushed through your veins. you couldn't help but wonder if everybody was all right. what if something had happened?

like a message sent to the universe, the door opened. there your eyes were met with chuuya's. he looked tired, but content.

chuuya moved towards the chair you were sitting on behind his desk. he kissed your forehead tenderly and spoke softly into your ear. "i have missed you, babe."

once you stood up and placed your arms around him, you could feel chuuya's muscles ease. it only made you hug him tighter. he must have overused his ability for this mission, or was it stress? "you had me worried there for a moment. did anything happen?"

chuuya's growl filled the room. "dazai happened. it's his fault. he suddenly decided to change up the plan halfway and i followed him."

apparently, your significant other had trusted dazai enough to do so. "it's fine. i'm just glad you're okay!"

"me, too. god, if i can get my hands around dazai's neck-"

chuuya was again interrupted. however, this time it was by a subordinate you weren't familiar with. he looked quite young, but older than a teenager. was he new? nevertheless, his words left you speechless. "you would like that, wouldn't you?"

there was something about his sly tone and his mischievous grin that made you frown.

chuuya turned red, either from anger or embarrassment. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"well, you guys looked real touchy during the mission. are you sure you are not eager to-"

"i don't want to even hear you finish that sentence. dazai is an ass i can't stand."

"you know, there's a thin line between hate and love. just saying." that grin was started to look real punchable.

chuuya growled. "ugh, whatever." he turned back to you. you panicked for a moment, quickly exchanging your frown to a bright smile. "i have to report to the boss. i'll be back." and before the mafia executive left the room, he couldn't help himself but kiss your forehead once more.

the younger subordinate winked at you before he followed your lover. the second subordinate, someone who had been on chuuya's command for ages, sighed. "man, that new kid is a true pain in the ass."

"i noticed." you hesitated. should you-

you forced another smile. "dazai and chuuya were that close, huh?"

"sure were. the constant teasing, the silent respect between them, the trust. maybe the kid is right."

you swallowed. now that you thought about it, dazai and chuuya did spend a lot of time together because of this new threat towards the port mafia and the armed detective agency.

the subordinate saw your reaction and his eyes widened in guilt. "not that- i mean, you and him, that's-"

"it's totally fine. don't worry about it," you lied. "you should take some rest. after all, you probably had a hard day with double black commanding you."

"sure did. thank you, y/n. good night."

"good night." god, that tone sounded fake even in your ears.

the door behind the subordinate closed. there was nobody that could distract the anxiety from freezing your muscles. were chuuya and you truly that close?

you always understood that chuuya and dazai had history together, but you never truly thought about the relationship passed the guilt and the hate. you knew chuuya had felt betrayed once his partner left the organisation. and still, your significant other trusted dazai enough to follow him in the heat of the battle.

maybe their relationship did held more value than yours-

you looked at the clock again. it would take a while before chuuya had completely finished his report to mori. trying to shut out all of the negative thoughts running through your mind, you turned to music.

it helped, listening to words that understood your pain and words that could uplift your spirits. with your head placed on chuuya's desk and your eyes closed, you slowly drifted away till a hand was gently placed on your back.

"babe? should i bring you home?" chuuya asked. his eyes were soft and a tender smile decorated his face. for a second, you forgot what had made you that anxious. chuuya loved you and-

"you sure you wouldn't bring somebody else home?" you turned your gaze towards the new subordinate. what you needed right now was to see how much harm a sock filled with butter could truly cause.

chuuya growled. "okay, that's it! you're dismissed."

"thanks, boss. have fun with your trio tonight." and before chuuya could say anything, the subordinate left.

"damn it, he's new and still testing my boundaries. i'll deal with him tomorrow. for now-" chuuya turned to you again, his voice softening. "let's get out of here, shall we?"

you forced your smile again and hummed.

however, chuuya tilted his head to the side and frowned. "y/n, did something happen? your smile looks-"

"tired?"

"bitter. what happened?"

your mind, a little fogged by sleep, spoke without thinking. "do you like dazai?"

"what? of course not! i said it before, that man is an ass."

"but you care about him."

chuuya fell silent.

"should i be worried?"

chuuya sank to his knees. he looked into your eyes and he placed a hand on your cheeks. "sweetheart, how can you think that? not when you have always been there for me, cared for me, loved me- maybe i care about dazai in a fucked up kind of way, but he's a closed book to me."

chuuya's hand startled to move, caressing your skin. "but you, i can fully trust my heart to you. no games and no bargains. just you and your warm heart."

his words indeed made your heart lit on fire.

"and you never should hide something from me, okay? you're an open book for me, one i can't get enough of. can you promise me that?"

"i promise."

"good, because you are far more important to me than anybody else."

[luvdsc]

doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you”  to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

One new notification: peachyangel uploaded a new video!

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!! 

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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"Oh Baby!" Time Traveling Child? The Younger Brothers React to It Being Their Child.

The rain was absolutely horrendous so seeing a demonic version of yourself completely soaked and coddling a bundle was hard enough as it was. What the fuck? This probably is bad.

“Here! Please, I don’t have time! Take the baby, [Insert name] is the father! I’m sorry, I have to go!”

Future self. Time travel. Giant mess. Now… a toddler.

The Older Brothers with Their Child

The Dateables with Their Child (Luke's reaction to Simeon's)

Satan’s Child-

Oh, brother. If anyone, and I mean anyone, was any more excited to be a dad, it was this boi. You explain the oddity, and it doesn’t phase him on the surface, at least. Inside, his brain is moving a mile a minute. Doesn’t spew about the concept of time and reality theories. He clearly sees you’re overwhelmed.

Dad mode shifts into high gear. Creates a twelve-point plan with variances. Immediately gets on the horn with all the contacts he thinks could make both your lives easier to request returns on favors. Orders a vast amount of parenting books for pickup from the shop so he can just grab them when he runs into town for both of you.

Knows his room is definitely not the safest for the child. Books everywhere. Insistent on staying with you in yours until he organizes his room to be more child-friendly. Only leaves you two for a short period to do the shopping, comes back with more than intended.

Refuses. REFUSES Lucifer’s help. Suck it, bitch. He’s a dad first! He’s absolutely determined to master being a father even if his child grates his nerves. However, being angry with either of you is NEVER an option now. Moderate to coach, but willing to listen, especially since you’re the other parent.

Magic? Oh, yes. Especially in his room once it’s prepared for all three of you to move back into it. Cat stuffed animals. Cat-eared onesies. The child might as well be part cat. However, cats are now officially replaced as his favorite. His child is number one. You’re a very, very close second.

His child will have tantrums but be highly intelligent. Picture books, kitty cats, and his papa are the only things that quell them. Oh, and please, for the love of everything sane… be sure to have patience. That baby is going to be a master manipulator and Lucifer torturer. However, father and child will love you infallibly for eternity.

Asmodeus’s Child-

Dun, dun, dun! Plot twist! He’s so on board, and honey, you’re just the ticket for his partner in crime. Really doesn’t care how it happened after you said it was most definitely both of yours. A demon you from the future? Okay! Promises. Promises!

Probably the easiest of the brothers to convince to let you stay in your own room. Not because he doesn’t love you. No, it’s all about space! You and the baby will have your bedroom completely redecorated! Don’t even think you’re getting out of having him stay with you or having a crib in his room for nights you’re up there!

Already has a giant shopping list. Ordered and special ordered, babe. No child of his will walk around in semi-cute things! Doesn’t have a gender preference, so expect both dresses and handsome onesies. Googoo gaga for clothing. You will be pampered as well, so you best get used to trio sessions with him painting your nails while rocking his little cutie in their bouncing chair.

Super excited to take this next step. You’re officially never leaving him! Sorry, Solomon, you have replaced him indefinitely now, both of you. Just celebratory and giggly all the time, often asking his brothers to hold the baby so he can take tons of pictures. All the pictures. All the time.

A little grossed out about the changing and boogers but will do it for you and the little beautiful 'Mini Asmo.' Bath time is the best. Cuddle time, you guessed it, is the best. Everything the three of you do together is the best moment of his life, and it gets better and better. Lessons of life will be showered in sweet tips to his child. Beautiful is about living it, baby!

His baby will be a charmer, the sweetie demon who everyone falls in love with immediately. Or… he will make them. Expect your family to be chaotic in the best way. High fashion family with tons of love.

Beelzebub’s Child-

Sweet boi doesn’t get it at first. You, him, a baby? How? Lucifer specifically said that demons have to have sex to make them. Oh, this is a future thing? Wait, you both had sex? In the future?

Cue bright blush and a smile as he rubs the back of his neck. Well. Now what? Immediately asks Lucifer. Not because he’s dumb, but he really really doesn’t want to mess this up. Lucifer sits you both down and carefully designs a plan. He will follow this plan to the letter, with no variation unless you ask for it.

Very quick to hold the baby. It’s so small and definitely needs protecting. Nestled in his sweater, he’ll take it around the house while following this plan. Obviously, you can’t move in with him and Belphie, so he moves around your room with you before reluctantly leaving you and the baby behind to go shopping.

Calls Satan while out. Asks about the books he needs. What food should he buy? If Satan doesn’t have an answer, he’ll call Lucifer. Very much a concerned boi about getting this right for you and the baby. Will return home with too much food, many books, and clothing he wasn’t sure about but got it anyway.

You will have to take the lead on care. Show him. Teach him. Love him, please??? He won’t push, shove, or complain about what space you might need with this dramatic change. Just wants to be there with you and support you and the baby so badly.

Ends up sleeping in your room every night. If the baby is crying late, he’ll get up, get it a bottle, and himself a midnight snack. Talks to the baby all the time about you. He is just so happy and enraptured because he knows now you really are family, the three of you. Won’t ever yell, but will listen if you say certain rules your baby needs to follow. Strict on the routine for your sake. Great gentle dad.

His child will be sweet and gentle and likely always hungry. However, the easiest baby to care for and love. A big demon fan of yours and papa is in full support (you’ll always be protected then by him and the baby.) The sweetest, most natural family, full of love, and of course food.

Belphegor’s Child-

If you can manage to wake him. Telling him is a different type of adventure. He understands about realities, shifts in time, etc. He even gets the possibility of you being corrupted enough to become a demon. However, the child in your arms… his?

He had dreams about you being a happy family one day. Not that he wanted to be a father, per se. However, the idea of sticking it to Lucifer was there. This. Well… He wasn’t expecting it at all.

The conversation was easily a partnership about a plan. He would stay with you in your room; however, he apologized ahead of time for his lack of care. He worries about his sleepiness and affecting you and the baby. Things are ordered, items are built in record time.

The first cuddle sleep session between him and his baby is the seal of the deal. From then on, you're fucked if you think you’re going to pry that baby from his hands. Surprisingly alert about when it wakes up or needs something. (Stay at home dad??? Yep!)

He is actually less sleepy and more of an equal participant in both your lives. Shouldering much of the burden for you while letting you get precious hours of sleep at night. He carries the baby in his sweater with his pillow pressed under it. Loves hard. Really hard. This is both of your child, and he’s so fucking proud.

I repeat. You really have to pry your child from him. He is in full dad mode when he’s awake. Trips to the Planetarium, the attic, out in the garden with Beel. All the things his child needs to learn and know… yes, including all the dastardly plans he has in store for Lucifer.

Pushover for his child. Makes you be the bad guy. Often. Too much in love with both of you to give two shits about if his spawn is spoiled rotten, so does it all the time… to your greatest detriment. However, he makes it up with sweet kisses and so much love.

His child is probably the most devious. Not quite as sleepy as papa, but definitely devious. Finds ways to con Lucifer into letting them have their way and knows how often. Proud papa with so much love for the two of you. Don’t expect to ever leave their side… you’ll never be alone again, that’s for sure!