#if i eat any more of the food in my fridge i'm going to freak out bc i'm normal neurotypical and well adjusted thank you for asking

[mashmouths]

i'm going to taco bell does anyone want anything

[ginax0916]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏.𝟕𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

*𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐉𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐥*

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Y/N POV:

"Y/n I'm home! I brought some food too!" My brother Jack yells from downstairs.

"Ok I'll be down in a sec!" I answer back.

I exit out of Netflix and close my laptop setting it on my bedside table. I put on some slippers and a hoodie as I go downstairs. I see my older brother Jack setting food on the table and walk straight to him.

"How was football practice?" I ask as I sit down next to him talking a sip of water.

"It was alright, Anakin wasn't there today so it was boring honestly" Jack frowns while taking a bite out of his food. I simply nod in response and continue to eat.

Don't get me started on Anakin though. He's been my brothers friend since elementary school. And oh boy he's so handsome. He's tall, has fluffy golden hair, ocean blue eyes, strong and so much more. He's basically the dream description of a guy. He's also only one year older since I'm only a year younger than my brother, which really isn't so bad. He stays over a lot so him and I are friends as well. He's just so good looking it makes me mad. He comes over practically everyday and he just makes me so damn nervous sometimes.

"Are you even fucking listening to me y/n?" Jack exclaimed.

"No I'm sorry what'd you say?"

"I said that Anakin just texted me asking if he can sleepover for the weekend because his parents are gonna be out of town. I was asking you if you're ok with it" he asked.

"Oh yea I don't mind" I smile at him, but truth is I do mind. Obviously I'm not gonna tell my brother that because he's gonna ask why and I'm not going to tell him I have a crush on his hot friend. But I really can't avoid him, he's always with my brother.

"Are you sure? You don't seem too convinced" jack questioned.

"Yes it's fine I promise, he's fun to be around anyway" I say back.

"Alright I'm gonna go call him then" and with that he disappeared into his room leaving me alone in the kitchen.

𖢻𐮚᯽𐮚𖢻

It's now Friday, Anakin is supposed to come over today after school to stay over for the weekend. I'm pretty much freaking out and I honestly don't know why. I've been around Anakin so many times plus he's slept over countless times. Although I haven't seen him in over a month since he's been pretty busy that might be why.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the doorbell ringing.

"It's Anakin open the the door please y/n!" Jack yelled.

"Ok ok calm down I'm going" I yelled back.

I swung the door open and oh fuck. It's only been a month and he seems taller and stronger too. His hair got longer as well and he just looks different. But in a good way.

"Hey Anakin" I smiled stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey y/n" he smiled back.

He set his stuff down on one of the kitchen chairs and turned to look at me. An awkward silence filling the room.

"Uh jack should be down any second" I smiled awkwardly.

"It's fine don't worry" he laughed. 

Again the awkward silence. Where the fuck is Jack?

"Hi sorry I was in the bathroom. What's up dude" Jack dabbed Anakin up.

I walked to the other side of the counter and grabbed a soda from the fridge while they were both doing their little catch up talk. But as I sipped from the soda I couldn't help but stare at Anakin.  He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. He looks so good just standing there. He's resting his hand on the counter so you can see all his veins defining his hand. Fuck I shouldn't be thinking like this he's my brothers best friend. But I can't help it I mean who wouldn't fall for him?

I didn't even realize for how long I had been staring at him until he turned to me.

"You ok n/n?" He chuckled.

(n/n = nick name)

"Uh yea I'm fine" I said back feeling my cheeks burn red I quickly looked away hoping neither of them noticed. I'm pretty sure they did though. At least Anakin probably did.

"Alright we'll be in my room if you need anything." Jack said as they walked away.

I hummed in response as I sat down in the living room couch. But when I looked up I was met with Anakins gaze looking at me from over his shoulder as he followed Jack up the stairs. I blushed and slightly smiled, he smirked in response.

What is this man doing to me.

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It's almost 3 am right now and I can't fucking sleep. I've been tossing and turning for hours and I can't fall asleep. I've tried everything like counting sheep, reading, going on my phone, even listing to white noise but nothing is working. So now I've just decided to go downstairs and get something to drink.

I opened the door to my room and heard some noise downstairs as I walked down the stairs. I'm not thinking much of it though could just be the wind or some shit. I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge. I decide on just an ice cold water. I close the fridge and jump back in fear when I'm met with Anakin standing there looking at me.

"Hey hey calm down it's just me" Anakin slowly says as he steps closer to me.

"Fuck don't do that you scared me" I say back shaking a bit.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he laughs.

I laughed at him taking a sip of the water and setting it down on the counter next to me. He stared intensely at me, his gaze making me nervous. I couldn't take it anymore so I turned around. 

"Don't look at me like that" I giggled, my cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you like what?" He grabbed my waist and turned me around so I was facing him again, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. I didn't respond though I was too nervous to even breathe.

"Hmm? Come on answer me" Anakin gently spoke as his hands still rested on my hips.

"I don't know how to explain it" I said very quietly looking down to the ground unable to hold eye contact with him.

"It's funny when you get all shy and nervous" He laughed quietly as he gently grabbed my chin making me look at him again.

I simply smiled at him while looking into his beautiful eyes that glowed with the little light that there was. I then reached my hands up to play with his soft hair which had gotten so much softer.

"Your hair got longer" I quietly said being careful not to wake up my brother.

"It did yea, should I cut it?" Anakin asked as  he stared into my eyes.

"No don't I like it" I entangled my fingers into his hair rubbing his scalp making him close his eyes and ease into my touch.

"Does that feel good?" I laughed teasing him. 

"Shut up" Anakin smiled.

Anakin pulled me closer to him by my hips and held me closer. My hands still playing with his hair. I looked into his eyes, then down to his lips unable to keep my eyes off of him. His lips look so soft and pink and fuck I just want to kiss him.

We inch closer and closer together. Anakin thinks I didn't notice but he's been staring at my lips the whole time too. I have to kiss him I have to. It's not that I want to anymore it's that I need to. So fuck it.

I lean in crashing my lips against his. Chills go up my back as adrenaline rushes through my body and the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. Anakin immediately kisses back cupping one side of my face with his big hand. I also move of my hands that was in his hair to cup his cheek rubbing his cheekbone while doing so.

Anakins POV:

She finally kissed me. I've been waiting for this moment for so damn long. I've just never had the courage to do it myself.

Our lips moved in sync, connecting with each other like puzzle pieces. She currently had one of her hands cupping my cheek and the other was rubbing my head which felt so fucking good. I had one of my hands on her hip and the other on the side of her face too. But I could feel her knees wanting to give out on her any second since she was leaning most of her weight onto me.

"Jump" I mumbled as I brought both my hands down to her ass giving it a small squeeze indicating her to jump. And so she did, then continuing to make out with me.

She straddled my waist with her arms wrapped around my neck. I carried her to the couch and sat down with her still straddling me. Y/n then looked up at me resting her forehead on mine, her pretty eyes staring right into mine.

"I can't believe we did that" she quietly laughed.

"I liked it though" I said back unsure of what she would respond.

"I did too" she smiled.

She yawned and I kissed her cheek and hugged her while smiling. Y/n hid her face in the crook of my neck getting comfortable in my embrace. I kissed her temple and rubbed soft circles on her back.

"What if my brother finds us here?" Y/n asked nervously, still laying on my chest.

"Don't worry about that right now ok? We'll figure it out" I softly said while playing with her hair.

Y/N POV:

"Don't worry about that right now ok? We'll figure it out" Anakin said while playing my hair.

I simple nodded in response and lifted my head up to peck him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss making those butterflies in my stomach go crazy again. I then got off from on top him and instead cuddled into his side, my head on his chest and my arms wrapped around his body. Anakin pulled me closer to him and rested his cheek on my head.

And with that I fell asleep cuddling with my brothers best friend.

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A/N: idk how I feel about this one honestly I feel like it was too boring :/

[goodluckclove]

Talking to My Younger Self

Hey man, I saw those photos you posted on Instagram where you climbed up an overpass and through a hole in the fence to take pictures on the side of the highway?

Yeah bud, I don't think it's an issue of that being cool or not cool as much as. Like. Why? Safety aside, did you even enjoy it? Because the photo just makes you look tired and bored.

Oh you didn't smile on purpose. You're "too constantly distressed to smile"? You seeing your therapist soon? You should tell him that.

Your smile is fine, by the way. It's nice! Maybe you don't like it because it makes you look to happy and you consider that vulnerable. I don't know, man, it's a thought. You wanna see a picture of my cat?

You think you need to repress any attraction you have to non-binary people because you're ashamed of "being drawn to them as a gender they don't identify as"? Yeah, I mean, that's certainly a worry based in consideration. Have you thought about if there's - like - another reason behind that, though?

I just mean - you remember when you told me how wearing a binder and a makeshift packer "makes you feel like more of a woman"? Oh no, I'm sure that might be true for some people. But it might not be entirely true for - okay yeah we can change the subject. Sure, send me the new draft of your script. I'll read it tonight.

No, you had the right thought not doing that for your friend. I mean yeah, money is money. But accepting money in this particular case is absolutely a felony. So it's good you said no. Nice one, bud.

Oh yeah I got the picture of your new mini-fridge. It looks nice! I like the mural you painted on the door. You said you stocked it with food so you wouldn't have to get hungry when you're too scared to leave your bedroom? You said that really casually. Are you doing okay?

A four hour commute one way to get to a job is insane, Miranda. No, dude, that's entirely unreasonable. That's goofus shit. Don't do that.

Yeah I don't think using a newspaper you found at the bus station to roll a joint is cool. I think smoking ink fumes is probably really bad, actually. I also doubt you know how to roll a joint. Just a thought.

You got SALVIA? Who the fuck gave you SALVIA? I'm going to lose my mind you're fucking kidding me. Yeah, dude - it's legal, but you're on like six different meds you should not be recreationally doing a drug that makes people freak out and walk into traffic on the regular.

Your mom says it's fine and cool? That's - fucking hell. That's a crazy thing for a mom to say.

What? Your mom also says you only have to take your pet to the vet when they're sick? That's probably because she can't afford regular pet checkups but still wants to keep adopting dogs to neglect. Nope - too harsh on my part, ignore me. Uh, you have a job now, so maybe look into pet insurance. You should get your cat a checkup.

You're fucking kidding me. I'm sorry, uh - why do you think a doctor would get mad at you for going to get yourself a checkup? I get your mom said they'd claim you were "wasting their time", but explore this with me. They're doctors, dude. If they get mad at you asking them to do doctor-things during their designated doctor-ing time that is probably a person that shouldn't be a doctor.

Also have you told your therapist this? Or your dad - or even your grandma? It might actually be a good idea to start fact checking this shit because sometimes people are wrong and at this point I do think your mom has actual brain damage. I mean between the ECT and the eating disorder and the pretty rabid history of substance abuse - you're right. We'll change the subject. I'm sorry. Cat video.

Riley says hi. I saw a bird on my walk today he seemed kind. You're working really hard, maybe you should take a break.

I think you're pretty cool, actually. You're smarter and nicer than I think you think you are. I do think you're entirely too trusting and that seems to get you in a lot of trouble but - I don't know. It might not be the worst thing in the world. It's a bit of a relief that you never were entirely cynical. Opening on good faith isn't always - hey, bud?

Pal? You're doing a felony again.

No, it's not legal. Your friend was either wrong or she's lying to you. No, this is actually a worse felony than the felony you avoided doing before. You should stop immediately.

That friend of yours is absolutely like a legit criminal by the way and you should probably stop hanging out with her.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Baby gazing part 2 The weekend

Just fluff mentions of pregnancy, babies brief mention of changing diapers and some good-old nature fooling 18+ just incase . Chris wvans as a father if that's a warning Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

Part 1 here

With our little one on my hip I poke Chris awake with one foot.

He groans

But the minute she giggles his head pops up

"Is that a giggle my little Oh come to daddy:

He holds his hands open then its like he sees her on my hip and freaks instantly so:

"You shouldn't he hold her like that give her to me, come on."

"Chris I-"

"Give her to me and you sit relax."

"Chris I have to chang-"

"I'll change her you sit there relax I'll bring her back to be fed then ill make us breakfast. just relax"

"No buts I got her baby." He kisses me on the forehead

"Ok."

"You ready to get changed all cleaned up baby? yea we gunna dress you cutie hu? ill put you in a cap. shirt." He bounced her as he walked out of the room.

Why argue when he wants to do everything? I could get used to this again. He hasn't been like this since the first few weeks after bringing her home but to be fair we are both sleep deprived and now were gunna be more so because- shit I had to make sure things were ready for Miles. But they won't be here till 2. Though ah no worries its easy just an extra.

Baby we'll tag team.

Chris comes back in with her and while I. Ferdinand her he comes back with a huge breakfast.

Did the fridge break or something.

"No I just wanted to make sure we had enough food here. It's not just you, you have to worry about."

He wrapped his arms around me and then petted her on the head she looked up at him and then smiled as much as she could. Which is unusual as she doesn't like to be disturbed when she is eatting.

So much fruit and sweets my brian is wanting the sweets but the baby- God she'll be too hyper with sugar from the fruit. Maybe some will be ok.

When she was done Chris took her back

Chris wa-

Let me hold her

Chris

Babe no I'm holding my baby

"She's my baby too" I pouted

"You always hold her let me"

"I want to"

"No, please babe," he gave me this sad woe is me look.

"Fine fine but if she has to be changed."

"I'll be all over it."

"Oh you will?" I thought." I've been eating broccoli the past two days and boy is Chris in for a surprise.

She kept reaching for me but Chris said no she tried to crawl but nope daddy dragged her back to his side. He had 2 girls who aren't happy right now. Both of us pouting and fo once I wasn't going to try and make her laugh she has good reason to pout- daddy has to learn.

He insited on putting her down for her nap and me taking a nap- who was I to argue with that. Ill take any nap. Then the glass alarm woke me up leaving me to wonder what he did to our guard-baby now....Then he came running in with her

"Ok it's ok see look mommy is right there" he came standing right next to the bed but wouldn't give me her. I'm wondering where the tissue box is so I can knock him over the with it then she had screamed so loud and high

"Here here here's mommy" he has never handed me the baby so fast in her life. The second I brought her to me she quieted down.

"I hope your happy your made your baby girl cry."

"I wasn't trying to I just-"

"It doesn't matter"

"But I"

"right now she wants her mommy all day she's been wanting her mommy"

"Honey but... look Let's just lets all lay down ok."

"Ok"

Then He slid his hand to support her belly and her and was able to move her enough to that a lot of her weight was on him and not me. I still didn't get it but hey he wants her butt in his face let it

He he was rubbing her butt, which is also his way of checking her diaper, then she shot him a dirty look and shuffled towards me more ans layed her head down on my chest. Her favorite pillow. I couldn't help but laugh.

Not like that I smacked his shoulder

But the rest of this day he was going crazy not letting me get up. I had to sneak to make sure we had stuff for Miles.

"What are you doing"

I jumped hearing Chris voice behind me hold our baby who had reached for me but Chris put her arms down.

"Chris what are you doing? Give me my baby!"

"No you're supposed to be resting-"

"Christopher Robert Evans I swear-"

The door bell rings. Great it's gotta be Jamie and Kyle and Miles.

"This is not finished" I point. pushing past him and walking to the door.

"No honey whose here? you shouldn't be around people its flu season." He comes after me.

"Hey guys"

Miles reached out for me.

"Hi Miles,"

"Someone got an admirier" Jamie said handing him to me

"Who wants a baby biscuit?"

His face lights up. This is going to be an easy weekend.

Nah I just give him cookies. I found it works on dogs and men. Uh that's not what I meant," I chuckled

"Babe no what are you doing?"

he tries to take Miles from me.

"Chris stop what are you doing"

"You shouldn't be holding him"

" What come on."

"Fine gime me her-"

"No."

"Chris we have company "I say through my strained teeth.

"But you still shouldn't be holding him. Think of the baby."

They look at me.

I shrug my shoulders. I

"fine but put her down please."

"Its fine I can handle two. i'll have to get used to it anyway."

Kyle and Jamie give me a look my shoulder goes up and down. I'm completely lost.

"Alright its just the weekend."

"Exactly"

"Ok he is expecting a baby biscuit it is in the pantry ill get it"

"No you sit I don't want you straining"

"Chris"

"Go"

"Ok ok"

Chris puts both of the babies down in the play pen and then to go get then thier cookies.

"Come on you guys sorry about him I wish I had an excuse he's just acting nutty today."

"You guys want coffee" He yells from the kitchen. They both nodd thier heads.

I reply "3 coffees"

"Nice try"

"That man is pushing me right now. I'm allowed the odd coffee while breast feeding and right now I need it or he'll need a new place to live. He driving me nuts Won't let me hold her at all."

"Are you- He's acting like you're pregnant again"

"Oh you have no clue I mean the breakfast me made it was so huge and -oh god."

"You aren't"

"No no I made a joke last night I totally forgot it was about watching miles that we'd have 2 babies in the house I made a joke hed have less than 9 months who knew he'd not realize this morning we have everything ready for miles I swear just-Wait a minute this could work."

They look at me

"I get a weekend off and Chris plays daddy for two babies oh this would really work. You think I can pull this off all weekend?"

"Oh yes," Jamie nods "You have to for women everywhere."

Chris comes back in to give the babies their cookies in the pen and then returns,

"two coffees and a non caffeeinated slightly sweetend ice tea for you."

He sits down and puts one hand on my stomach. Yep he thinks I'm pregnant.....

This is going to be a fun weekend.

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[toujokaname]

Mischief / Episode 8

Characters: Rinne, Kohaku, HiMERU, Niki

"—With that in mind, I went ahead and rigged the furniture they bought in episode six with bombs."

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Season: Spring

Location: Shopping Mall 2F

The mysterious program footage that was uploaded to the same channel about the same time as JoyLife's 7th episode.

Rinne: "It's Rinne Amagi-kun's~♪"

"Plan to totally wreck their 'joyful life'~♪"

"—So, here's the deal. I'm pissed off that those guys are so popular, sooo I've decided to totally fuck everything up!"

"I get it! Oh, I get it, I know what y'all are gonna say!"

"Since your unit buddies are killin' it, shouldn't you be happy for 'em? Congratulate 'em instead of getting all weirdly jealous?"

"Uh, hell no! I can't stand it if only they get to be happy—I'm gonna drag 'em down to the same muddy misery Niki and I are stuck in! Gyahahaha! ☆"

"—With that in mind, I went ahead and rigged the furniture they bought in episode six with bombs."

Location: Café Cinnamon

Kohaku: What the hell's he doin'?!

HiMERU: Amagi has been unusually subdued as of late—

It seems he's up to some more lousy schemes again.

Niki: Ack! If he's gonna do something shady, I'd rather he just go ahead and do it by himself! Don't drag my name into this, it's really freaking annoying~?!

I-I don't wanna get mixed up in Rinne-kun's mess!

Kohaku: Welp, might be best to just give up on that front, Niki-han. You're probably stuck with that fate, like it or not.

Niki: Anything but thaaat! I just wanna live a normal life without involving myself with criminaaals!

HiMERU: Please calm down, Shiina. It's precisely during these emergencies that one should remain composed and handle things rationally.

First, let's assess the current situation. Oukawa, please contact the JoyLife management team.

Then, find out how this strange video was uploaded in the first place.

Amagi can be dealt with later.

Kohaku: Dealt with, huh... Yeah. I reckon we need to do just that.

HiMERU: Indeed. Just when everything was going so smoothly. As punishment, it's necessary to execute that brainless imbecile for acting out of turn.

Kohaku: Uh, execute? I meant dealt with, not have him killed. But anyway, why's Rinne-han pullin' these bizarre stunts again...?

HiMERU: ...Could it be that... he simply couldn't stomach seeing us be more popular than him?

Kohaku: Hm, I dunno... Rinne-han kept pokin' fun, but it kinda felt like he was cheerin' us on in his own weird way.

HiMERU: Perhaps deep down, he harbored a simmering jealousy towards us. Hmph, he clearly lacks the maturity of a proper person.

Kohaku: Hnn... I ain't so sure. Doesn't seem very "Rinne-han-like," does it?

Niki: But anyway, the video said something about a bomb. Were you guys okay?

HiMERU: Obviously. We're here precisely because we were fine.

Kohaku: But, if you think 'bout it, there were some odd points. Like today, along with this bizarre video, the seventh episode of JoyLife got uploaded...

We were supposed to arrange the furniture we bought in the last episode. But when we got to the set...

HiMERU: Ah, yes, the furniture had already been properly arranged.

Niki: Wait, really? But didn't you say in the preview for the sixth episode that the next one was all about arranging furniture?

So what did you do in episode seven?

HiMERU: In a hurry, we decided to alter our plans and focus on testing the furniture's usability, skipping the layout phase and starting with practical use.

Kohaku: Yeah. We just lazed around on that sofa we bought and stuffed the fridge with food for no reason at all.

And then we cooked with the ingredients we bought and ended up sittin' down to eat together.

Niki: Huh?! Why didn't you call me to help with the cooking?!

Kohaku: I can never quite figure out what triggers Niki-han's berserk button...

HiMERU: On the contrary, isn't it the most straightforward of all?

At any rate, the seventh episode wrapped up rather peacefully.

Kohaku: Mhm. Just the usual, peaceful and carefree JoyLife—

So, we hadn't noticed Rinne-han's disturbing actions until just now.

HiMERU: Hmm...? What on earth could that nuisance really be up to...?

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[itsscromp]

Venom x reader platonic

Hey Hey again. The first headcanon I ever posted is officially my number one top post, The love it has received means the absolute world to me. so you guys deserve a full story. I bring forth the epic bromance between y/n and venom. enjoy :) word count:1.8k

Could your life get any worse than this? Not only were your bills racking up like folded laundry.

"I'm sorry y/n but because of budget constraints we can't keep holding staff, so I sadly am gonna have to let you go."

"What... no you can't, my rent just went up. Just put me in a different position, I don't care if it pays less, I need this job !!." You were on the verge of tears.

"I encourage you to file for unemployment payments. This decision wasn't taken lightly. You were one of our best..."

'Save it." You stormed off, packing your things and heading home, not even saying goodbye to your co-workers. Why... out of all the people they could've let go, it had to be you. Fucking great.

Heading home, you burst into tears, the amount of stress has been building up and it's reached boiling point. You couldn't hold it in any longer. After having a good cry for a while, you felt drained. Physically and mentally exhausted. You didn't want to do anything else. So the only thing you wanted to do was sleep. Walking into your bedroom and changing into your pyjama's you climbed into bed. Hoping to god it was just a dream. You tossed and turned, realising the power company cut you off cause you missed the deadline. so now your fan wasn't running, It was 85 degrees outside on a summers night.

"Fucking even more great"

You went over to your window and opened it just a smidge to let some cool air in. It worked, for now, tomorrow you'll move your butt to social services and file for unemployment until you find another job. Climbing back into bed, you didn't even bother wrapping yourself in a blanket, it'll be too warm. So you opted to just stay out of it.

As you slept though, a black goo-like being crawled its way into your window, it crawled its way over, climbing up onto your bed and then onto you, seeping through your flesh, disappearing inside your body. This didn't bother you as you only just rolled over in your sleep.

The next morning you still felt drained, But you had to head down to social services and file for unemployment. getting dressed and making coffee, you suddenly felt like you hadn't eaten anything in ages, so you reached into your fridge. you realize that everything inside has gone off, no power no food.

"Oh come on..." And you also realize your kettle wasn't boiling too.

Skipping everything and throwing all your food out, you headed to social services and filed for unemployment. But the noises kept bothering you for some reason, It seemed too loud, the speaker calling out the ticket numbers. The babies crying. Some people yelling. It was almost too much.

"Ticket number A295, Please proceed to register 4"

The speaker called out and you shook what happened out of you and went over to the desk. Filing everything and were successful, they say your first payment should be received in 48 hours. So in the meantime, you have to make do with what you have. After which you headed to a food place and ordered breakfast.

"Hungry..." A voice called out, it sounded menacing. Looking around to find the voice you found nothing but just the people in line.

"Weird... You muttered to yourself, ordering your food you waited until the voice spoke up again.

"Food... sustenance... !!!!"

This was freaking you out by the minute. The waiter brought you your food and you devoured it, almost animalistic, you never acted like this before, it was just... so good. You had too stop when you saw people staring at you for how you were eating, plus also chewing loudly.

Going home, you sat there wondering what was happening, Vulnerable to loud noises. Even hungry, hell you even had an increased craving for chocolate, what the hell was going on !!!

"Y/n...." The voice called again.

"Who's there ??", Show yourself !!!"

Then the black goo appeared again, wreathing out of your body and revealing its face, it had no eyes, just white patches, and lipless and razor-sharp teeth. you were so scared you tripped on your coffee table almost falling to the floor but stopped midway, a tendril wreathed out of your back and stuck itself out on the floor before slowly rising you back to your feet.

"I got us." The creature spoke up

"What... what or who are you"

"I am venom, and you are mine"

What was this some kind of mind trick, you rubbed your eyes and looked again, no your mind wasn't playing tricks on you.

"You were that voice in my head"

"I can feel, see and hear everything you can, I can also read your thoughts."

You sat down on the couch trying to comprehend what was happening, First everything that just happened now your some host to an alien parasite.

"Parasite !!??"

"You read my thoughts, didn't you."

"I am not a parasite, you are..."

Then a bang on the door

"Where's that rent y/n !!!!"

Oh fuck your landlord, your 3 weeks overdue.

"Look I don't know how you got out but you need to go away"

"Very well..."

Venom then wreathed back inside your body as you went to the door and opened it.

"Look I'm sorry but I will have your rent in 2..." You felt a sharp pain as your landlord punched you to the floor, he reeked of wine.

"What the hell !!!"

"3 weeks y/n, you know what I do to people who are three weeks."

He was about to curb stomp you to new Year until you raised your hands and then it got covered in the goo. they looked larger and strong.

You then tossed him to the wall as you got up, the goo seeped back into your skin.

"What the hell was that !!"

This spooked your landlord way too much, he bolted for his life.

You kept trying to comprehend what happened.

"This is crazy"

'You haven't seen shit yet"

"What happened, why did my arms get covered in goo ??"

"I was protecting us, You are my host. it is my duty to protect you, we are bonded for life."

"So we're buddies ??"

"Something like that"

You felt the sting in your face from the punch and went to investigate in the mirror. but when you looked, you didn't even see your reflection, you saw venom. but it was slightly different. your saw his head but his body was large, very muscular and had veins all over.

"What the.." you gently touched your face as venom seemed to mimic the movements in the mirror. "This is weird."

"Like I said, you haven't seen shit"

Over time you continued to know venom, He is of an alien species called the symbiotes, who need an oxygen-breathing host to survive. Like you venom felt out of place and was a loser on his planet, you felt sorry for the poor thing.

"On my planet I was a loser, like you"

"Venom... I had no idea..."

His head wreathed out of your body.

"That was why I chose you as my host, you and I. We are not so different, But we together can be so much more."

There was even a point when venom decided to make breakfast for you.

"You know what always cheers me up in the morning y/n ?? sausages and brains"

You poured your orange juice just trying to enjoy the morning while venom had multiple tendrils out of your body, grabbing ingredients, chopping mushrooms and cooking the sausages. One tendril turned on the radio and started to sing along to the song.

"You say either, and I say eyether, you say neither, and I say nyther, Either. Eyether, Neither, Nyther. Let's call the whole thing off... OW OW Hot hot hot !!" He almost burnt himself as the pan caught fire and caused the smoke alarms to go off.

You moved to the table as Venom then pulled your chair towards it, he then started to massage your shoulder as he kept cooking in the background while also stretching his tendrils downstairs to get your mail.

"Cheer up old pal" He brought you your breakfast after finishing cooking it, Multiple breakfasts, eggs and toast, mixed with a milkshake and coffee and waffles

"Tada !!'

"This... looks delicious venom..." It looked barf inducing, but the fact he did this for you and the thought that counted, you started to smile.

"Ketchup ??"

"Sorry ??"

He squeezed the ketchup bottle too hard and it splattered all over your face.

"Oops"

But all in all, having venom changed your life for the better, it made you feel like you had a friend who could understand you and would always protect you.

You were on your way to Mrs Chen's to get Venom some chocolate and tater tots.

"Mixing it up today or the usual ??"

Hmmm what is that one with the golden filling that's delicious ??"

"That would be caramel venom"

"Then that"

But as you were looking for the caramel chocolate, Mrs Chen was getting robbed at gunpoint.

"Hurry up with the money Chen !!!" the thief demanded

"Is this it ??' venom spoke up, you told him before about bad guys and good guys when you were watching a movie, and it inspired venom to want to do the same thing. Even you as well.

"Yep"

As the thief continued to aim at Mrs Chen, the gun was knocked out of the thief's hand and was constrained by venoms tendril.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"

As you walked over to the thief, Venom then wrapped around you, turning you into what you saw in the mirror. Tall large and muscular.

"You come in here again, in fact, you go anywhere in this city. Preying on innocent people, we will find you and we will eat both your arms and both your legs and then we will eat your face right off of your head. Do you understand ??"

The thief couldn't respond due to fear, he only muttered.

"No."

"Yes, so you will be this armless, legless, faceless thing won't you ??, rolling down the street. Like a turd in the wind."

"W..w..what the hell are you ??

Half of venoms face uncovered to reveal yours

"We are venom"

You smiled before venom covered your face again and then tossed the thief out the door and across the street, Mrs Chen mortified on what happened, looked at you as venom seeped back into your body.

"Oh...Umm, you see I have a parasite so... yeah, night Mrs Chen" with that you walked out

"Parasite !!, take that back immediately"

"Nah don't feel like it" you smirked

"Apologise !!!!"

"Ok ok I'm sorry buddy, I'm just teasing you"

"All is forgiven but of one thing.."

"What's that ??"

"You forgot the tater tots and chocolate"

A host to an alien, but it became the bestest friend possible, you two would achieve so much together. you knew it.

Taglist and fellow venom fan: @callofdudes

[not-carmilla-karnstein]

on the topic of that food bank post:

my mom and i talked about this not too long ago, maybe a week or two. the topic came up because it was the end of the month and one reason for me visiting her was just so i could get a proper warm meal. (to be fair, i could just try to get a grip of my impulse purchases (though they are mostly food-related and the "impulse" is hunger so i actually don't know if that counts- moving on...))

i mentioned how i get stuff through food sharing sometimes (very inconsistent but highly appreciated source) and from that we got to food banks and how we could have (/ should have) used that opportunity basically all our life. and about how – be it through shame or the feeling of failing or whatever other reason – she rather took on multiple "legal" minimum wage jobs and other "illegal" jobs than getting that kind of help.

i study in a different city from where i live, and in my breaks i often walk past the food bank there, so i have a visual reminder (other than my empty fridge (though that's partly by choice bc full fridges freak me out (more on that another time...))) that that's a thing i/we could do. i even looked at my city's food bank's website, and while it's unfortunate that you can only go there to get a card between 8 and 10am or smth, it's not like i have 100% attendance on my classes. (actually, last year i got down to 73% and it would've been less if getting under 70% didn't get me into quite serious financial trouble. anyways...) but knowing me i will procrastinate going there until i move elsewhere anyway or someone somehow "makes me".

now is this my fault, my mom's fault? no. neither. as with most problems, it boils down to capitalism, etc. we grow up being shown pictures of sad, starving children. we are asked to donate and help save their lives because if we don’twho else will. we are told to be grateful for what we have because others have it worse. we are told our greed (= average people not donating money) is what kills these children. it's always "others have it worse and if you complain you're greedy and the reason for others' misery" and that's how capitalism survives.

... now this is still more a semi-coherent rant than a proper piece of writing so there's no satisfying end to this post but i'm cold and hungry and my first instinct was to go "nahhh it's not cold enough to turn on the heating and i basically just ate i'll just go to sleep" rather than falling into anti-capitalist rage and i don't like that. (although it is honestly better for my nerves and mental state to not get too deep into it Every Single Time. but also capitalism will kill us all and i refuse to leave that uncommented at any point. now i'm going to Eat something (preferably The Rich but that's not an option rn) and then go to sleep. good night.

[neodoodles24]

Even while developing a way for Unum, Steno and Igneo to make their way home to Reyse, a question still rung in Kori's mind: what exactly is Unum?

Kori, with the help of Unum, runs tests to study Unum's biology, to see how they differ from an average Reyment. However, the results end up bringing about more questions than answers...

"Unum, do you remember when I ran all those tests on you?"

"Of course! Nothing like being poked and prodded for hours by a friend!"

"Well, the point of those tests was so I could cross-reference your body with that of a typical Reyment. That way, we can at least narrow down whether you're from this planet or not."

"And?"

"I got the results of those tests back, and, I don't want to alarm you, Unum, but... You don't HAVE biology."

...

Unum leans over to Igneo.

"What's biology?"

"Ever heard of gonorrhea? It's like that."

Unum pumps their fist, excited to live another day.

"No, it's not- Is this not alarming any of you??"

Kori looks to Steno to back her up.

"Maybe you should explain what that means so we actually know what we're supposed to be freaking out about."

"Unum's body is completely lacking in any of the functions that normal bodies, whether from Reyse or Phaara, should have. Digestive organs, a nervous system, a bloodstream. Unum quite literally HAS NO BRAIN."

Kori aggressively gestures to her giant computer monitor to make her point clear.

"Maybe that's why they're so dense, huh? Everything's in one ear and out the other with 'em."

"I wouldn't say that. I would prefer to say 'open-minded'!" Unum tells Igneo, while having no mind to open.

"Now, what I want to know, is why do you eat or sleep if you don't have any functions that require you to do those things?"

"Because... I want to?"

"You don't feel hungry or tired ever?"

"I'M SUPPOSED TO FEEL THOSE THINGS?"

"YES!"

"You feel hungry when you need to eat food!"

...

"Like right now."

Igneo leaves to go ransack Kori's fridge.

"DON'T DRINK STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CARTON AGAIN!!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN DRINK MILK!!"

"TWO OTHER PEOPLE LIVE IN THIS HOUSE, SMARTASS!!"

Unum, Kori and Steno are left alone, pondering everything that just happened.

"I have a lot on my mind right now, Kori."

"Yeah. I don’t think I've ever seen something as weird as your body. How do you even function without ANYTHING? Where do your body's openings lead to? Your mouth, nose, ears? How do your eyes work. As a scientist, there's nothing I hate more than looking for answers and then ending with even more questions."

"...What? No, I was thinking about why Igneo would go drink milk after she said she was hungry."

[cruorcrave]

17 January 2025

(TL;DR at the end.)

It's a bit of a negative one today. The actual day was fine but my mental health... not so much.

I had therapy this morning. It was really great to see my therapist again and was a huge relief to get some stuff of my chest, but I didn't bring up any of the more serious stuff. I didn't bring up that I'm only 6 days clean. I didn't bring up that 6 days is actually a fucking miracle for me. I didn't say anything about the autovampirism or the blood or anything. I talked about how hard it is for me to open up because of all of my shame and guilt and she was helpful with that at least.

The overseas trip is rapidly approaching. When I get back, I'm planning to move to the city, and it's such a complex mix of emotions that I am both excited for and terrified of. I'll have a lot more independence, and the freedom to express myself. That freedom is both exhilarating and horrifying. Yes, I'll be more comfortable in therapy (it's over Zoom so unless I'm home alone I rarely actually speak 100% truthfully.. sigh) and I'll have more resources being in an urban centre. But at the same time, I will have a lot more freedom to hurt myself. I think I am incapable of truly getting across how terrified I am of that concept. And yet I want it. I want the freedom to mutilate myself, only having to cover my body occasionally for when my mother is around. I hate that I'm admitting that. I feel so fucking ashamed to admit that. But I want that freedom. I want to be able to tear myself apart and I'm almost certain it will happen after I move.

Also, unfortunately, I've barely been able to sleep recently. I've spent the last few nights tossing and turning, agonising over literally every misstep I've ever taken. I haven't felt this insecure in so long. I just feel so awful about myself. I just keep going over and over everything I've done, or not done, or said or not said. I'm so fucking exhausted. I wish I could live without constantly overanalysing myself in order to try and be better. I'm sick of falling asleep at 3am after going to bed at 10pm. I wish I could make mistakes without feeling as though it's a reflection of my entire person. I wish that being a bit too loud in one conversation didn't make me feel violently ill to the point I never want to speak again.

Anyway, good stuff. Uhhh the weather was nice today, and I ate some nice food. I made guacamole in my molcajete this morning and it was delicious. No jalapeño to go in it though, sadly. Bought some port wine jelly (jello for my American moots) that I put in the fridge to set earlier. I wanted something nostalgic (and coincidentally dark red, oops, hopefully that doesn't trigger anything) and I'm looking forward to eating some tomorrow when it's set! Therapy was good, I just can't wait until I can talk to her more openly. Excited for seeing my friend in a few days to hang out! And looking forward to the overseas trip - this time next week I'll be seeing snow!! (I've seen it before but barely, only on mountain tops and one freak snowfall in my town).

Song of the Day: Routines in the Night - Twenty One Pilots

TL;DR:

Been pretty shit mentally. Had therapy this morning which was good but I still can't open up properly. Too much shame blocking it. Terrified for when I get back from overseas because I'm basically 99% sure I'll relapse really badly once I move out. Been almost incapable of sleeping recently. Overanalysing myself again, trying to be perfect. Hanging out with my friend in a few days which I'm excited for. Only about a week left until the holiday. Excited but terrified. And I'm 6 days clean!!

Clean since 11 January 2025

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, September 16th, 2024.

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? I can't really answer or predict this now because so much would depend on our life circumstances.

Would you freak out if you were to get pregnant by the last person you hooked up with? Uh yeah. For more than one reason, lmao.

Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? Even though there are people in my life who cause me stress (one or two in particular), I think a lot of it has to do with my mindset. I've come a long way, but I'm still learning how to put things into proper perspective, be secure in myself and my own abilities, brush things off, etc.

How many chances do you tend to give people before enough is enough? It just depends - on what they've done, how much they mean to me, whether or not they're genuinely trying to change... Also, speaking of "enough is enough," following my blow-up over Diane, she basically won't even look at me. Pretty sure she even went so far as to intentionally turn her back to me when I brought a kitty up to the office the other day (he chills up there during work hours). Like giiiirl, I only have so many olive branches, especially when you consider the fact that I shouldn't have to be the one extending them in the first place.

Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No.

What’s the most you’d be willing to spend on a pair of shoes? I retired a pair of hiking shoes last year that cost around 120 dollars, but they also lasted for about a decade. I'd be willing to spend that kind of money again for a good quality shoe.

What’s something you complain about frequently? Work drama and feeling burned out. Welcome to the real world, I guess…? It still beats rotting in bed while slowly sinking further and further into insanity, but…maybe not by much. :P No, but on a serious note - it's better. Truly. I might feel frustrated, upset, confused, and exhausted at times, but at least I don't feel utterly hopeless and suicidal. I'd rather endure the chaos of life and human interaction than go back to what I was doing before. It's just hard to adjust to social dynamics after spending so many years in isolation and missing out on so much development and experience. People don't really care about your past, your mental health, your explanations - they just want you to act right.

Have you had any confrontations with anyone lately? Not directly, but indirectly. The Diane situation. The Alex situation.

Do you have anything planned for the summer? Summer is nearly over. My autumn plans mainly consist of trips to the Mountain Park to enjoy the changing leaves, attending the Chili Festival, and eating as many fun holiday foods as I can.

Do you walk fast or slow? Fast.

What form of public transport do you use most often? I've only used public transportation a few times in my life.

Is there any alcohol in the fridge? I don't think there's any in the entire house.

Is any part of you sad at all? Yeah, but it's not a predominant part. The last few days have been better. Little annoyances here and there, but nothing terrible. Plus, I only have to get through one half day (Tues) and one full day (Sat) of working with Alex and then she's GONE.

Are you someone who worries too often? Most definitely. It probably wouldn't be inaccurate to say that 90% of my problems come from worrying/overthinking. If I could just shut my stupid brain OFF…well, then I would be too powerful. ;D

Have you ever been completely alone with a boy in his room? Yeah.

Is the last person you kissed older than you? Yeah.

Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge? Not really. I even try to refrain from taking pleasure in someone else's negative karma. Not because I'm such a wonderful person, but because I don't want to face my own karmic backlash.

Do you like falling asleep listening to the rain? Yes. <3

Do you honestly have feelings for someone at the moment? I don't.

Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over? Probably.

Are you afraid of falling in love? Yeah.

If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? A million bucks.

Did you ever build furniture forts as a child? I loved doing that! We'd even make forts out on the back deck and sleep in them when the weather was nice.

Are there any songs that inspire you? You could say that. Mainly classical songs. Sometimes they give my life this movie-esque vibe.

Is there anything on television worth watching at the moment? I wouldn't know.

Have you ever had an online meet-up? Like a meet-up group type of thing? No. But I've met people in person after originally meeting them online.

What is bothering you as of now? Nothing serious. Even my headache from earlier feels a lot better.

How does your hair currently look? Short and brown.

Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? I'm not.

Do you plan on losing weight any time soon? There's almost always a desire, but I tend to maintain within a range.

When was the last time you used a disposable camera? Years and years ago.

What should you be doing right now, besides this survey? I should probably do some housecleaning, but…eh. I just want to relax.

Who did you last say goodnight to? My dad and my kitties.

Do people gripe about your work ethic often? That was the last thing Diane said before I flipped out; something like, "It looks like nobody does any work back here." Maybe it wasn't meant for me specifically, but oooh boy. I give too much of my time (for free!!!) to be muttered about like that.

Do you tend to wear a lot of make up? I don't wear makeup.

Is it still possible to kiss the last person you kissed? I am waaay overthinking the "possible" bit because yeah, I suppose it's technically possible, but would I want to? No.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? Because.

Where were you last night? I was at the animal shelter until 5:30pm and then I was at home.

Do you own any jeans from American Eagle? I think I have a light blue pair somewhere.

Do you hate it when people smoke around you? No. I smoke as well, so.

Have you ever been to Florida? No.

When’s the last time you screamed really loud? Idk.

What will you be doing tomorrow? I'll be at the shelter from 7:30am(ish)-12:00pm.

Are you friends with the people you were friends with 2 years ago? Yeah.

Do you honestly have feelings for someone at the moment? No.

Where did you buy the shirt you’re wearing right now? My dad got it from me from a store in the mall.

Are you wearing jeans? I'm wearing dark blue sweats.

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? Yeah.

Has anyone ever called you a whore? Yeah.

Who were you last in a car with? My dad. I went to lunch with my parents at Fuel & Iron last Thursday.

Are you in a good mood right now? I'm in a pretty decent mood.

Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes? Yeah.

Have you ever played the guitar? Not very well, but yes.

Could you handle living with the last person you talked to on the phone? I think it's best that my mom and I live apart.

Do you ever take your anger out on others? I try not to, but there are times when it happens.

What grade is the last person you texted in? My mom hasn't been in school for a long, long time.

Has anyone seen you in your underwear lately? No.

Where’s your phone right now? On my dresser, charging.

Have you ever liked someone older than you? Yeah.

Are you the oldest child? The youngest? In the middle? Only child? I'm the oldest child of two.

Would you rather be called ‘honey’ or ‘baby’? Honey.

[weaponizedhorse]

Okay so there is bonkers, insane, major fucked up drama going on in my family rn.

So it all started like a year and a half ago when my grandma's sister Dee Dee died. Dee Dee was complaining about shortness of breath and other things but she had some GOP club thing to go to so she refused to go to the hospital. Then she had either a heart attack or congestive heart failure. She died and wasn't found for like 2-3 days.

So my Uncle Tommy freaked out and made my grandma move into his house, and took away her car so she can't drive. Okay fine whatever. But pretty quickly they started treating her like shit. Under the cut I am gonna list all the fucked up shit she has had to deal with B4 and after they told her she had to leave cause it's a lot. but then for some unknown reason my uncle Tommy called my Uncle Timmy and the pussy told him to tell my grandma she was kicked out. So my grandma was in the hospital during this and Tommy that absolutely piece of fucking shit went to her doctor and told him that my grandma was "medically non compliant" and that he didn't want her released to his house. He wanted her sent to a convalescent home. My grandma is the most compliant person ever. How fucking dare he mess with her medical shit.

There is a ton more but basically my uncle Timmy is in Louisiana with her RN and she is flying in tomorrow and I get to see her on Thursday. I'm just so mad at Tommy and his whole family the sacks of shit. I'm just so glad she is coming out here where she is gonna be loved.

Examples of shit they would do to her :

Yell at her for having the TV to loud. Yell at her for talking to loud (this is all in the middle of the day) my grandma would call us whispering which was depressing. They have a small part of a shelf in the fridge. Then she got kicked out of the fridge so they moved her to the fridge in the garage, then she got yelled for going in the garage. Yell at her for everything like loading the dish washer wrong and gave her a lecture. They would make food that they KNEW she could not eat, once made them extremely spicy soup and my grandma doesn't have a fucking gallbladder, then when she doesn't eat

So because she did not eat when she literally could not eat the food. They stopped telling her that dinner was ready. They would tell my grandma "we are going out to dinner" and not even ask her if she wanted to go. She started keeping candy bars in her room so she had something to eat. And what is even more fucked up is my grandma's mom was bipolar and would make these really fancy dinners for herself and then make her kids eat mayo toast, so Dee Dee ended up OCD and my grandma ended up "hoarding food" but just like making sure there was **always always** canned food in the house like she did not ever want any of us to be hungry ever. So for Tommy to know that that happened to her as a kid and then to basically withhold food from her is so fucked up beyond anything I can say.

After he told her to leave:

My grandma went with movers to get some of her stuff off of Karen's (yes my uncles wife is named Karen) "property" and they tore her a new one Karen was like "Get off *MY* property" and Tommy said "They can't come in the house and if they do *I* am going to direct them"

Apparently my grandma is missing shit like a generator that Tommy basically stole. After my grandma was in the hospital she wanted some candy bars because she wasn't allowed to eat them at Tommy's house So she bought a bunch of them and brought them back after Tommy " unquote graciously let her back into his home. And Cole, my cousin, told her "you're not going to eat those in this house". What the fuck is your problem Cole??

[olsenmyolsen]

Spider (Dates)

Part 30 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~5.8K

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Y/N POV

"Alright, come on, Y/N. Run it one more time. We only got the space for...8 more minutes." I hear a chuckle as I flip Marlana off before her voice disconnects from the booth I'm in.

I take a deep breath before sending a thumbs up to the few people on the other side of the glass.

This song has been killing me for the last two months. Between learning how to play the piano and placing the right words for this song, it's been the opposite of easy. Robbie has offered to help, but I've been very close guarded when it comes to this track.

It's Goodbye.

The one I thought up the night Liz told me we couldn't be together.

So that's why. But also, I want to see the awe on people's faces when they hear it Saturday night.

Especially hers.

Before you ask, yes, we've seen each other since I texted her about the paparazzi pictures. It's going good.

Well it was.

Anyways I'm getting ahead of myself.

_

Eight Weeks Ago

_

Aubs POV

"So when do you want to go drop off the guitar?"

Lizzie shrugs next to me. "We can do it sometime in the afternoon." Lizzie looks back down at her phone. "Okay. Be sure to text Y/N back."

Lizzie clicks on a playlist we put together years ago and blushes.

"I just did."

Y/N POV

After my second shower of the morning, I find myself parked at James' countertop, eating a bagel sandwich and downing a latte from a shop not too far from here. I was lucky they opened as I was running by because my stomach was starting to become real upset with me.

As I scroll down the never-ending thing that is social media, I'm pretty surprised not to see Robbie, mine, or Elizabeth's name trending. Trust me, I don't want the attention, but after last night I was kinda expecting it. But that's not to say that pictures are starting to circulate.

There's one of Robbie and me at the restaurant.

Here's one of us getting into James' car. Oh, and another.

I roll my eyes as and laugh as I look through the tweets and quote tweets.

@Lizziesfutureex Is Walmart Jesus really with Y/N Y/L/N now?!? Eww

@OlsenMyOlsen Y/N looks so pretty, but wtf is going on here

@Wandaismommy save Y/N!!

@witcheswhores can we just agree that robbie looks healthier now

I close my phone out as I toss the last bite of the bagel into my mouth. Fuck. Bagels might be my latest food obsession now.

Once the trash is put away, and the counter is wiped down, I hear the sound of a key jingling in the doorway.

"Y/N?"

"In here!"

James rounds the corner looking like a little rough. He stayed with Andrea. Did he not get any sleep- ewwwww, never mind! "What?"

I look up at James' confused face. "What?"

"Is there something on my face you looked grossed out?" I shake my head. "Nothing." James rolls his eyes as he sets his keys on the counter. "Did you talk to Max?"

I watch as James makes his way to the fridge. "Yeah. She was freaking out about pictures of Robbie and I."

"Robbie and you??"

I sigh as I grab my phone and show the pictures along with everyone's hot takes. James laughs away. "What?" He looks to me. "It's just you're you, and yet here you are being photographed and gossiped about." I roll my eyes. He's right. It's funny but frustrating. "Yeah. Anyways Max just wanted to know what the fuck was going on, and once that was out of the way, she started asking me about our dinner before she had to go."

"Is she doing okay with.." James puts his head to his hands. "What's her name?"

"Ivy?" You dummy. "That's it. Are they good?" I nod. "They're great. Ivy's good for her." James smiles. "That's good." James holds a smile on his face. "What?" I smile, wanting to know what he's thinking. "Nothing." Ugh. "Don't nothing me. Come on. Spit it out."

James leans back against the kitchen countertop. "It's just nice to know that I'm finally happy. My sister's happy. My family is great. You're finally here, and about to start you're own little journey." I laugh when he uses the word little. "It's all great." I nod to his words. "It is. Andreas making you soft." James laughs up and lifts himself from the counter. "Is not! Sports Sports. Sports. Fighting. Podcast! There! All better!" I break out into a fit of laughter because of James' very serious face while doing this. If you didn't know that Max and James were related, you would now.

Two peas in an idiot pod.

"Anyways, I'm going to shower and do some errands. Need anything from the store?"

I think for a moment. "Maybe some fruit and veg. You don't really have much going on, Mr. Frozen Chicken Nuggets." James glares at me before laughing along. "It's the inner child in me- you know what? I'm not explaining myself to you." James starts to walk away to his room. "I'll see you later!" "See ya!" I laugh to myself before looking at my phone again.

I watch as text notifications come in.

It's Liz.

Hello Y/N! No worries, I believe you. My interview should be out on Friday! Thank you.

I'm reading through each word I get carefully. Somehow I still can't believe I'm texting her again. It's like my mind and body haven't caught up to the fact that yes. Liz and I are speaking, and I fucking miss her.

Just as I'm about to formulate a response, I get this text:

I do miss you, and I'm not trying to rush you or anything, but whenever you are ready I'd love to take you out. Just let me know. 🤍

See you soon.

A smile spreads its way onto my face. I'll be ready soon, Olsen. Just for you.

I head to my current room and think of a response back to Liz.

Aubs POV

"Did you know I almost married Michael Cera?"

Even behind the sunglasses, I watch Lizzie's eyes shoot open. "Aubrey, what the fuck!" I laugh as Lizzie manages to get that sentence out with a mouth full of food. In contrast, Clay looks at me with his mouth agape. "When?!" I shrug my shoulders. "Years ago. In Vegas." We were both two little weirdos making it in Hollywood around the time. We fell in love, and that was that, but things don't last forever.

"He is a little cutie." Lizzie rolls her head at Clay. "Why are you telling us this?" The Olsen leans back into her chair with a smile. I shrug my shoulder again. "I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about the future or past I guess. Like, what if I did get married? Or do I even want to do that now? I don't know. Love's weird." I start to pick at the remains of my lunch salad.

Clay didn't have breakfast, and Lizzie and I were feeling a little pecking after shopping and walking the rest of the morning.

It made it all worth it to see Lizzie scoop up some books she's been dying to read. Oddly enough, I remember her grabbing some children's books for some reason. Hmm.

Anyways here we are outside a little cafe. A place Lizzie recommends because, according to her, "those idiots with the camera don't know about it." So yeah.

I look up when I realize neither of the two seated at the table have said anything. I look to see Clay watching a happy Lizzie on her phone. "What's up?"

Lizzie doesn't respond, which leaves Clay left to clue me in. Clay leans over. "Lizzie just realized she missed a text from Y/N." Ooh! "What about?" Clay makes an "idk" face and turns back to look at his bestie.

I lift my foot up from the floor and kick Lizzie's chair, earning a look that would kill me. Man, she can be so scary.

"What?" I scoff. "Don't what me, Olsen, what's got you all smiles?" Lizzie looks at Clay, who just looks away, sipping his water, before her eyes come back to me.

"Y/N." She replies a little cheekily. "And?" Lizzie starts to blush.

Y/N POV

I shut the door to the Uber as it drops me off in front of Robbies.

With nothing but my good looks, a backpack borrowed from James full of my journals and notebooks, and my phone, I begin walking toward the front door.

I'm still in awe of the house. I know for a fact Lizzie picked this place out. It's modern but inviting. I take my eyes off the hose as I stop at the door and ring the bell.

I feel my phone buzz in my hand.

It's a text from Robbie. "Doors unlocked. Come upstairs."

Seems unsafe, but whatever.

I let myself into the house, and fuck, it's enormous. Like it's vast but small at the same time. Like its full of furniture from wha I can see, and it looks like people have lived here.

I slip my Vans off near the front door. If you walk around with shoes on in a home. Why?

Immediately in front of me, on the right-hand side of the house, is a staircase leading up. "Up we go," I mutter to myself as I start walking up the stair. Each step echoing off the wall. As I reach the top, I come to a split. Left or right.

"Robbie?"

"Over here!"

I turn my head to the left and follow where his voice came from. I pass by an open door that looks like a home office before arriving at another open door with Robbie on the inside. This also looks kike a home office. Except as opposed to white and sunny, this one is filled with dark browns creating a cozy workspace. Robbie looks up as I open the door wider. "Hey!"

I wave at Robbie as I find myself unable to speak now. I think it very quickly dawned on me where I am and how incredibly awkward this whole situation is. I mean, driving him home is one thing. But being inside this house actually about to sit down and work on something together is another.

"Y/N?"

I'm pulled from my spiral by the sound of Robbie. "Hmm?"

"I- forget it." Robbie waves his hand as he stands up. Grabbing some books with him before he stops and grabs a big piece of paper. "What are your thoughts on this?" Robbie spins the paper around so I can look at it better.

"What is it?" It looks cute, but I don't know what it is or what it's for.

"It's a storyboard." Robbie moves the paper behind some other things on the desk. I just nod my head. "For what?"

"Children's book." Oh! "Really?" Robbie looks up and smiled. "Really. I'd like to take credit, but.." But we both know who helped.

"What's the fox's name?"

Robbie starts laughing as he comes out from around the desk and starts showing me back down the hallway I came. "It's Hattie." We start making our way back down the stairs before we wind up in a big kitchen.

Yep. Elizabeth has left her mark here.

I watch as Robbie goes to the fridge and pulls out two waters. I try to take a look at what else he might have, but the door closes too quick. I thank him as he hands me the water. "So, not a fox?" Robbie chuckles before getting a move on again.

This time we stay downstairs as Robbie walks us into a soundproof room full of instruments, cables, a monitor, etc. "No. Not a fox." On the walls are records and pictures of Milo Greene, as well as some with Lizzie and the band. In each photo, she's in, she's giving a wide smile and thumbs up to the camera.

I don't think I really ever noticed, but she has some weird-looking thumbs. Still cute, though.

I jump at the sudden strum of some cords, causing my head to snap to Robbie, who wears an apologetic look. "Sorry." "That's alright." Robbie shakes his head and stands his guitar up next to him. I turn my head back to look at a photo of Lizzie with... Taylor Swift?!?

I hear Robbie move behind me as I stare at the two lovelies in the photo. I don't think I've ever seen a celebrity be star stuck, but clear as I day I see it in this photo.

Let me tell you; it's not Taylor who's star-struck.

"What's the saying?" I turn to Robbie, confused. "Pictures taken before disaster?" I tilt my head confused, before he points back to the photo. "This?" I ask, also pointing. Robbie nods. "Lizzie embarrassed herself in front of Taylor that night. You don't know the story?" I slowly shake my head.

Robbie puts his head in his hand before running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, so..."

Liz POV

Lunch with Clay came and went without Y/N messaging me back. It doesn't even say she looked at the text. I know I'm overthinking, but after the events of the last 48 hours, the progress we have made is monumental.

I just want to keep that going.

I just want my Coffee Girl again.

"Lizzie, if you look at your phone again, I will take it." I put my phone away while mocking Aubrey. I turn to look out the window before I feel a slap land on my thigh. "Hey!"

"Don't think I didn't see you, Olsen!" I lean forward so Aubs can see me before rolling my eyes, earning a laugh from the actress next to me. "You know you deserved it."

I lean back in the passenger seat as we pull up to my gated community. I guess Robbies gated- where I used to live! Aubrey rolls her window down as I hunch myself over the center console.

"Ah, Ms. Plaza! It's been a while!"

"Oh well, you know I just couldn't stay away from you any longer, Matt!" I don't know why but Aubrey loves to flirt with Matt. The first time I watched it happen, I thought Matt's cheeks were going to be left permanently red from him blushing.

But after years of it, he's used to it.

They've even gone out once or twice, believe it or not!

Anyways. "Hey, Matt!" Matt leans himself down in his little booth to see me. "Ms. Olsen! I was starting to wonder if you were coming back." I roll my eyes. "Just visiting, and it's Lizzie; you know this, Matt." Matt nods. "You're right. Sorry, Lizzie." Matt opens his mouth before stopping himself. "What?"

Matt glances at Aubs before continuing. "Will you always just be visiting from now on?" I take in Matt's question before nodding. "I will." Matt looks a little disappointed but keeps his face professional. "Would you like me to ring Mr. Arnett and his guest?"

Aubrey shoots her head from me to Matt. "Guest?"

"Yes, Aub-" "Ms. Plaza." "Yes, Ms. Plaza."

Before Aubrey can say anything else, I stop her. "No, thank you, Matt. That's alright." Matt simply leans back up and allows us to enter the gates. "Bye, Matt!" Aubrey gives a little wave before she starts driving us to the house.

"So, are we not going to talk about it?" I turn my head. "Talk about what?" "The guest." I shake my head. "Robbies allowed to have people over." I watch as Aubrey shakes her head now. "Is he seeing anyone?"

"I don't know," I reply honestly. "What does it matter anyways? We're not together." Aubrey smiles at that. "Yes, but it shouldn't take him this little time to get over you."

"Aubs, I slept with Y/N before Robbie, and I officially ended things." Robbie wanted a break, but still... We turn down a street as Aubrey starts talking again. "I know that, but what I'm saying is, is that it shouldn't take him this little of time to get over YOU! You're Elizabeth Fucking Olsen. I'd be pissed if Robert moved on that fast."

I start laughing now, understanding why Aubs is getting worked up.

"I still fucking hate Boyd for what he did," Aubrey mutters as we pull into the driveway. Aubrey turns off the car and unbuckles herself while I do the same. However, I stop her before we exit the car.

"I appreciate it, Aubrey. I really do. But Robbie and I are done. He's allowed to move on no matter how hot I am." Aubrey smiles and rolls her eyes while we pull each other into a hug. "I still fucking hate Boyd too."

_

"Besides, it's probably his band," I say, closing the trunk with the guitar case in hand.

"Hmm."

"His guest." Aubrey makes an ohh face. "But where are the other cars?" I look around the drive and only see Aubreys and Robbies. "Yeah, you're right."

"Did I get in your head?" I sigh. "A smidge." But I take a second to shake it off before ringing the doorbell, and only minutes later am I greeted with Robbie in the doorway.

Aubs POV

I keep my eyes on the bearded man as he welcomes us into Lizzie's home.

I said what I said.

"Sorry to show up unannounced." Lizzie shines an apologetic look towards the man's way. Robbie quickly dismisses the apology saying it's not needed. The whole time he keeps his eyes on her.

He is looking healthier.

I don't bother removing my flats, knowing we won't be here long. But Lizzie removes hers while keeping her eyes on Robbie. It looks like they've moved on and started talking about the guitar in her hands. I would pay attention better, but a pair of Vans resting by the front door has grabbed my attention.

As Robbie and Lizzie make their way deeper into the house, I stop and examine the shoes.

Woman's pair.

Interesting.

I stand up and try to follow the voices of the other two. I find them in the living room. Lizzie has the guitar case resting up against the couch.

"As I said, it's Y/N's, and I was thinking in my free time you could start teaching me some stuff again, or you could just look after it until I need it or she.. needs it." I look back from Lizzie to Robbie and back. "Yeah, it's no sweat. I'd be happy to look after it." She smiles at Robbie, who gives one back before diverting his attention to me.

"Hey, Aubrey, how have you been?" We share a quick hug. "Good. Looking after this one!" I bring my body closer to Elizabeth's before wrapping my arms around her, causing her to giggle. "Then she's in great hands."

I lean in and give a kiss on Lizzie's head. "Yes, she is." This makes Lizzie lift herself off of me. "Alright. Alright. I'm going to check on the garden now. Aubs wanna come? Robbie?" Robbie and I look at each other. "You two head out. I'll be out soon." Lizzie nods as Robbie begins to walk towards a hallway.

"Come on, Plaza!" Lizzie starts pulling my hand to show me her ever-growing garden.

Now I've seen Lizzie smile, but there's something about her looking at her own garden that makes every other smile dwarf in comparison.

"It's beautiful." I pull my eyes away from the green to look at Lizzie, who frowns a little but shakes it away and starts walking towards a covered area that houses her tools and gloves. I follow her and watch as she scans the area around her.

She really misses it.

"Lizzie, you okay?" Lizzie looks at me curiously. "Yeah. I'm happy I can finally use and see my garden again but coming back here hit me harder than I realized." Lizzie walks over to a plant that I have zero idea about and starts snipping some leaves. I briefly asked her why she's doing that, and she said it was time or whatever. I mainly just watched her work, kill a spider she named Tom and work some more before she spoke up again.

"Aubrey?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought, what if Y/N was here? Like what if I showed her the garden? The house. You know a place to live.. but we just started talking again, so I don't know.."

I watch as the brunette dismisses her thoughts and continues her tasks.

I pull her onto a side hug and tell her, "It'll work out." Because if I have a say, it will work for Lizzie. No matter what.

I release the Marvel star from my grip and pull my phone out.

It's been a while since Robbie said he'd join us. And when I say while. I mean a whiilleee.

"Lizzie, I'm going to be right back." Lizzie nods her head to me and smiles. Caring more about her plants right now, but I won't fault her this time. I make my way down the very constructed and planned walkways in her backyard before reaching the back doors. As I go to open it, it slides open.

"Oh shit! Fuck Robbie!" I clutch my heart as Robbie looks at me with a face full of guilt. "Oh my God, I'm sorry! I thought you saw me!"

"It's okay. Shit." Robbie laughs to himself as he calms down from the scare. "I was just coming to go use the bathroom."

"Oh, okay! You know where it is so.." Robbie moves out of the way, and that's when I notice the faintest sound of music coming from the hallway Robbie had turned down earlier. I turn my look to Robbie and notice him holding a binder. "What's that?" I ask once inside the house while Robbie steps out.

"Oh, it's something Lizzie and I started working on, and I just wanted to know her thoughts on it since we-" "Oh, okay!" I smile, cutting him off, closing the back door.

I make my way down the hall knowing there's a bathroom there. Not far from it is the room where I can barely make out someone singing.

Maybe Lizzie's right. Maybe it is one of Robbie's band members. What's their name Marlana? That's it! Just leave it only, Plaza. You're just being paranoid. I open and close the bathroom door behind me.

Y/N POV

It wasn't much longer after Robbie told me Liz's embarrassing Taylor Swift story that the weirdness was broken, and we could get to work.

We finally got on the same page regarding the song I Love Leaving and started running down lists the two of us had put together. And we were flowing.

We knocked out: Are You Thirsty? (By Johnny Fritz) A solo song for Robbie that needs a little more called That Funny Feeling (By Bo Burnham), and we fiddle around with All Eyes On Me (By Bo Burnham) some more before the doorbell went off.

And then Robbie was gone for a while.

He came back briefly to let me know that'd he'd be a minute, but that turned into way longer, so I just started flipping through my journal pages. Writing what came to mind here and there. Playing on Robbie's guitars while he wasn't in the room and skimming through some unfinished songs until finding Goodbye.

Having lyrics and words is one thing. Finding the right cords to play is another.

But it was working. Whatever I had was working.

So long, goodbye I'll see you when I see you You can pick the street I'll meet you on the other side

So long, goodbye Do I really have to finish? Do returns always diminish? Did I say that right?

I take a pause as I hear the door open behind me. Slowly turning myself around, I was fully expecting my eyes to meet Robbie's. "Hey, Robbie, I just had this-"

Not the eyes of Aubrey Plaza.

Not only that, but she looks pissed.

Her closing and locking the door confirms that.

Under any other circumstances, this would feel like a dream, but with how tense her jaw looks, I'd say it's the opposite.

I calmly put my guitar down to the side without my eyes leaving hers. "You're Aubrey Plaza?!" The Parks and Rec lover in me is freaking out. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Safe to say, this was not the reaction I was expecting.

"What do you mean?" I gulp as Aubrey takes a step closer to me. "Are you fucking Robbie?! Don't you dare lie to me!" I almost gag at the words she just said to me. "Are you serious?! No. Not in a million years. He's handsome and caring, but god no!" Aubrey's face softens from pissed to confused. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Me? What about you?!"

"I'm here with-" Aubrey stops and steps closer to me again. "I'm here with Lizzie!" That's when I take note of the hushed tone she's using. She's here with Liz!! "Now, what about you?!!" I quickly gesture to the scene behind me, not using any words at the thought of Liz being just outside this door.

I watch Aubrey look behind me. "Are you two in a band or something?"

"Or something." Aubrey makes a questioning noise. "Does Lizzie know?" I shake my head no. "Robbie and I talked about doing this before I ran into her at the airport, so I haven't had the right time or opportunity too."

"Will you?" I shrug. "Hmm. Y/N?" I sharply look up. April Ludgate just said my name. "Do you still love Lizzie?" I nod without a doubt. A sly smile appears on Aubrey's face. "Well, I'm going to get back to Lizzie, and whatever's going on in here." Aubrey gestures to the room. "I better be the first to know." I start to laugh but stop once I see the look on her face. "And don't worry, Y/N, you're secrets safe with me. I know how much you care for Lizzie. Sometimes all people need is time. Lizzie's willing to give you that. I know you know that she loves you." I nod again to her words and let myself smile. "Thank you."

Aubrey unlocks the door and opens it. "No problem. Although next time you receive a text from an unknown number, you better answer, or I'll die and haunt you for all eternity." Before I can even process the words that were just spoken to me, Aubrey is already gone and out the door.

"Does Aubrey Plaza have my number?" I quietly say to myself before feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. When I pull my phone out, I see I have a text from Liz from a while ago and a new one from an unknown number. That's Aubrey.

I decided to look over the Olsens text first.

Liz POV

So it turns out we're all set to put our finishing writings on Hattie Harmony!!

I couldn't believe I had forgotten about Hattie until I saw Robbie walk out with the papers for it. Ugh, Hattie's so cute.

Robbie and I sat outside talking over how we want the story to connect to younger kids but the more we talked, the more it made sense that it's not just a kid's book. It can be for everyone.

Our thoughts were only interrupted when Aubrey came back outside. She was gone for a bit. Oh God, I hope she didn't go into my bedroom again.

I watch as Aubrey makes her way closer to Robbie and me.

"Hey, Lizzie, you almost done?" Aubs gestures towards the garden, and no, I'm not, but now that I'm in town, I can always come back. "I can be. Why, what's up?" "Nothing. It's just getting later, and I figured Robbie might want some more time with his guest." Aubrey darts her eyes toward Robbie.

Shit. I completely forgot that Robbie has someone over right now. I quickly stand up and look at him. "Oh my Gosh. I'm so sorry. Matt mentioned you had someone over, and we're taking up your time." Robbie seems to relax a little. "Hey, no, it's alright. Truly."

I still feel bad, and now I kind of want to leave. I don't know why.

"No, we'll get out of your hair," Aubrey speaks up for the both of us as I move past her and head to a container of compost and dump the dead stems and leaves I've collected. I set the bucket down and behind, washing my tools and my hands before placing everything in its area. By the time I'm done, Robbie and Aubrey are already inside.

_

I close the back door behind me, and that's when I feel my phone buzz. I quickly look up to see Aubrey waiting in the kitchen while Robbie walks back down the stairs.

"Oh, my God!"

"What!!" Both Aubrey and Robbie react very quickly. "It's Y/N!" I hold up my phone, catching Aubrey's eyes glancing to Robbie while his face relaxes. Weird. I ignore them and look at the device in my hand.

"Okay, Friday or if not maybe some time next week? Remember something relaxing."

I cover my mouth with my hand, and I can't believe it. She actually wants to!

I double-check my schedule before typing back a cute response and let my mind begin filling millions of date ideas. This will be our first date since everything happened.

"What is it?" I look up at Aubrey, who is now in front of me. I cheekily show her the texts earning a squeal and a hug from her. I look around to see Robbie moving his attention to Y/N's guitar case. Aubrey places my phone back into my hand and gives me a nudge.

"Hey, I can take that to the room if you want?" I watch as Robbie tenses up. "No. No, that's alright. There's someone in there right now."

That's when I do hear the faint sound of a woman singing.

Their voice is beautiful.

"Someone?" I question. "Not part of Milo Greene?" Robbie shakes his head and looks away. That's when my eyes grow a little wider.

"Robbie, it's okay if you're seeing someone." Robbie goes to argue, but I cut him off. "It's fine. We'll get out of your hair. Thank you for taking care of this." I walk up and brush my hands along the case. "I'll let you know if I or Y/N ever need it." Robbie nods along. "Okay. Thanks, Lizzie, and I'm sorry ab-" "It's fine." I walk up to him and pull him into a hug. "I'm just happy you're taking care of you." I hear Robbie sigh into my neck before we release our grips.

Aubrey waves bye as we start gathering our stuff heading for the front door. That's when I notice a pair of Vans by the door. Who's Robbie dating a skater girl? "I'll see you soon!" I call back to Robbie without my eyes leaving the shoes. Hmm.

Y/N POV

This time I'm facing the door just in case it's not Aubrey or Robbie who decide to pay me a visit. God, do I tell her? I get trapped in thought before the door opens.

Before Robbie can even speak, I do. "Why the hell didn't you tell me Liz was here?!" Robbie looks shocked. "How did you know?" "Aubrey paid me a visit!" Robbie starts to slightly chuckle. "She's good." "Once again, why didn't you tell me!"

"I figured you'd freak out!" I roll my eyes. I hate it when men are right. "But they're gone, and Lizzie dropped off your guitar." My guitar? Oh! I get up and follow Robbie out of the room and down the hall. On the couch, rest my guitar case. I walk up to it and brush my hands along the sticker Davey made before moving my fingers down to the clasps, unlocking them.

Inside was my guitar, but what was on top of the guitar was unexpected.

"Did you know about this?" I ask Robbie as I reach my hand into the case. "I had no idea."

Liz POV

"Who do you think Robbies seeing?"

Aubrey immediately starts laughing at me, leaving me confused. Aubrey looks towards me before looking at the road again. "Oh, you're serious?" "Yeah.." "Lizzie, we don't even know it was someone he's seeing. Maybe it's a band member."

"Maybe," I say before looking out the window. It was definitely not a band member or a new band member. Their voice was too different for being a part of Milo Greene.

I shake my head and look down at my phone. Smiling at my open texts with Y/N.

I'm taking her out.

I get to take out my Coffee Girl.

Y/N POV

1

Dear Y/N,

Right now, I'm writing to you from my rooftop garden. This is the first letter I'm writing to you. I don't know how many I'll write, but my text and calls don't appear to be getting answered anytime soon. I don't know if you'll ever see this or even want them, but I'm still doing it.

It's been four days since you left.

Believe it or not, I never wanted this to happen. I miss you. Just when we were becoming something more, I fucked up. I will always be sorry and full of regret for the things that I said.

You mean more to me than I think you will ever know. Truly. You captured my heart within our first date. Meeting someone like you made me realize that there is no one like you.

I still love you. I always will. It's not puppy love or me being trapped in the honeymoon phase because we never had one. We sprung forward and back before we even knew what we had.

But when I asked you to be my girlfriend, I knew. 

Love like this is real.

I love you, and I'm sorry.

Yours, Liz Coffee Bitch.

I haven't opened the other letters from my guitar case. Over the last couple of days, I've only read and re-read this one. Like I am now.

Re-reading it before my date with Liz.

It's now 5 pm on Friday. It's been two days since working with Robbie, and I've just been relaxing and enjoying my days. I explored LA a little bit. Kept up on my running and have just been waiting for tonight.

Liz didn't give me a dress code, but I decided to dress comfortably.

I felt my phone buzz in my hand and look down.

Aubrey 🔪

She just left Be sure to practice safe sex 😉

Jesus Christ.

A/N: I think this chapter is just okay but idk.

Part 31

[is-it-cold-outside]

FAKE DATING Part 1

Drake/Plumpeach

So! I wanted to try writing even if I didn't really do that type of fics before, but I got idea from @gaydrewrealll and I just had to x)

Hope you'll like it!

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*'bzzz  bzzz' silent ringing in the corner of Drew's room*

Argh, she won't stop calling me - Drew groaned. He was playing Minecraft with Liam and Henry on Discord call

Have you tried talk to her? - Liam stared - I mean, told her that it's literally over and not some kind of short br-

YES I DID. Even yesterday in school, AND today. But she's still trying. Ugh...save me

Hm.. - Henry stared - Why won't you just block her number and...I dunno avoid her?

*Scoff* Yeah and hide in the lockers from blondes with pink tips. No thanks. - Drew turned up the game volume, to not hear his still calling phone

*Awkward silence, mc zombies in the backroung lol*

Sooo.. - Liam hesitated - What..are you going to do?

I have no idea - Drew leaned on his hand and looked at ringing phone on his bed

Aw come on bro! We have weekend already! There is nothing to worry about, tomorrow we will come over and play something - Henry initiated - it will be like old times just without Ja-

IT WILL BE LIKE OLD TIMES! - Liam shouted, knowing how Jake's subject ended last time

I guess. - Drew gave up and decided to not push this topic anymore

After a while they all agreed it's time for a break. First, Henry didn't eat since he stared playing so he wanted to finally eat something. Liam just agreed, because he noticed how Drew was acting off and it was late anyway. They hung up the call and Drew took off his headphones. He walked up to the bed and looked at his phone: 36 missing calls - You are not going to leave me alone, are you.

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Saturday morning, the sun is more bright than usual and Drew couldn't sleep any longer so he got up - Maybe at least weekend will be more peaceful - Liam and Henry are supposed to be around 4pm so Drew still has a lot of free time. But no ideas what to do. He opened the messages and looked at Jake's chat: "I know you don't want to see me again but can w..."

I am not opening this chat - Drew exahled staring at newest message that was sent 6 days ago - He is with those freaks I'm not gonna.. - he quickly turned off his phone and throw it on the other side of bed, just in case if he wanted to open the chat.

After a while magenta-haired just flopped onto the bed and closed eyes. He has no idea how long he was like that but the sound of notification woke him up. Drew took the phone and saw father's message.

Of course they are sending money because their business trip will take longer - Drew laughed - as always.

It took over 15 minutes before he finally got up and decided to eat something. Kitchen was quiet, painfully loud quiet. Drew quickly opened the fridge and grabbed food he ordered yesterday. He went up to the room closing the door and sitting on the floor. Games were probably the only interesting thing left so decided to play while waiting.

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Doorbell started to randomly ring - It's not even 3pm what are they doing here so early - Drew thought but got up to open the door. Silence was uncomfortably suspicious so it didn't seem like it was them. Then he opened the door

...What are YOU doing here - Drew said dryly looking at person in front of him

You weren't answering your phone! I already send you a message I'm coming over SO LET'S TALK! - Zoey shouted

No. - Drew sighed - I've already told you it's over and I'm not going to change my mind.

You look like you are just waiting for us to be couple again. You didn't ask anyone out yet so it means you still think about mee~

I'm not that type of person AND YOU KNOW IT. I won't be looking for someone new just to have a date. Listen I'm not in the mood for our talk, just forget about it and leave me alone - Drew wanted to close the door but Zoey stepped in

Drewy-bear please forgive mee, I promise I was with this idiot just for money and gifts! It was nothing special

Tsk, if it was "nothing special" then why didn't you tell me anything? Unless you used me for money too.

I didn't! Oh come on don't act like you don't get it! I've saved your money and still care about you, what do you want me to do?

I want you to leave me alone.

But-

Leave.

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Woah dude she is really desparate - Liam looked at Drew, he felt bad for him but didn't know what to say more

Mhm

....

...Do you have any ideas-

No. - Drew didn't let Henry finish the sentence. He didn't know what to do and it's been like that 2 weeks already

Maybe we can ask Lia! She knows Zoey and is a girl too so she would know what to do - Henry jumped making both boys look at him surprised

You think she will help us? - Liam looked confused

Of course she will, if I ask her~

Pff yeah....hey Drew?

Hm?

Wanna try? Maybe Lia can help, she's not friends with Zoey anymore so

*Sigh* okay

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Monday, Jake walks to the lockers, he noticed Dromies talking with Lia. And Zoey in the corner looking at them from time to time

Dating idea, seriously?

You don't have to actually date someone, just pretend. I know her, Zoey can be stubborn, so she won't give up untill she sees that you've actually moved on - Lia suggested crossing arms

I am not gonna go out with some random just to get rid of her

Don't mind him Lia, Drewy is always like this - Henry whispered

Soo..you can "go out" with someone you know, pretend for a while and when she stops bugging you, you can just "break up" - Lia suggested moving her gaze from Drew to two other boys

...Don't look at us! - Henry shouted trying to grab Liam's hand but he moved it

Not in the public you idiot-

You know, I'm here to help but not get into this stuff, sorry Drew

He was leaning against the lockers with crossed arms - I didn't want to do this anyway. I'm going to the restroom - he said and walked away

No more ideas? - Liam looked at Zoey who just went after Drew and is now waiting by the restroom door

Not really-

Jake is standing with The Music Club but his mind is somewhere else - Drew looked so tired, maybe I should go after him? No, Zoey bothers him too much already I don't want to make pressure of him. But maybe I can help? You idiot how are you supposed to help if this happened because of you in the first place. If you didn't hide it you guys would be alright now. Or maybe not because he hates you anyway. Ugh Jake think!

Jake? - Hailey tapped his arm

Oh! Y-yeah? - Jake jumped after begin back from his thoughts

Are you okay? You looked...off

Yeah I'm okay, thanks Hailey - Jake glanced at the group Drew was with before - I'm gonna talk to them, I shouldn't have act like we don't know each other, maybe..I can make it work again? - he smiled unsure, hoping Hailey won't criticize his dumb idea

Hmm.. Okay, just don't go into trouble - Hailey smiled back

Jake noded and went to the other group

Hey! - he waved as went to Dromies - What's up?

Jake! What are you doing here? - Lia waved back

I wanted to check on you guys - Jake looked at Zoey - and ask how is Drew doing, he won't answer my messages and I really want to talk

Well, Zoey doesn't want to leave him alone, she even came to his house on Saturday - Liam sighed

We guess that's why he is in a bad mood all the time - Henry started - and maybe he doesn't want to make it worse by talking to you OW- WHAT?

You are really too honest sometimes. - said Liam who just hit him in the arm

Aw man.. I wish I could help him, maybe then he would let me explain everything - Jake looked down

Actually Jake, it is something you can do - Lia smiled making Liam and Henry exange glances

Really? Wait, why are you guys looking at me like that-

Drew was checking media while stading next to the wall with sinks. He heard softly creaking door that made him look away from his phone. When he saw Jake he quickly turned phone off and wanted to walk away, but how is he supposed to pass by that person

Hey Drew, can we talk?

You want to talk now? Jokes on you because I don't - Drew scoffed and crossed his arms not looking at person in front on him

I want to fix it, I promise I will, just give me a chance! I will explain everything

Explain what? That you prefer your music freaks instead of us and that I was just some type of cover for you and not a real friend?

We were real friends Drew..

It didn't seem like it. - he started to walk towards door, wanted leave this stupid place, and Jake

Let me help you with Zoey at least - Jake shouted when Drew passed by him to leave

What?

I was talking with Lia, ..and we can pretend to go out, after Zoey will leave you alone, I will too - Jake hesitated - or maybe I will get a chance to explain myself

Drew was standing in silence, he was mad at Jake, he supossed to be - *Sigh* Only if you remember that's not forgiveness.

We will do it your way - Jake smiled - so when do we start?

Come to my place today after school, we will talk about how we do it, and you'll be able to explain yourself if you want - Drew closed his eyes not beliving what he is doing

Fine by me, so we are good?

Partly.

Thank you - Jake smiled and passed by Drew to open the door, Zoey looked in their direction - so see you on a date!

See ya - Drew noticed her staring at them but decided to ignore it and walked away, he couldn't belive what he just agreed to

Zoey was blinking in confusion after what she heard - What just happened?

[forbidding-souda]

headcanons for Kazuichi, Leon, and Mondo with a s/o who has trouble eating?

Kazuichi Souda, Leon Kuwata, and Mondo Oowada with a S/O who has trouble eating

i'm assuming you meant mentally and not physically but

anyway send more asks like this . anyone please . i'm dying to write more about this

tmi don't read this if it's triggering but around literally last year my intestines went bLEH and i couldn't eat anything but broccoli for literally like 3 months and i was so so badly underweight. now i'm a strong muscle man ig but i stopped exercising like a month ago because it started making me uncomfortable LMAOSDJSKANX<D

currently listening: craving for fresh shit by torsofuck

album: torsofuck / lymphatic phlegm

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

❤ He almost doesn't even notice. He's gullible in the way that - if you tell him you aren't hungry, or that you've eaten beforehand, or that your stomach hurts: he will believe you. Why would you lie to him? What would your motivation be? He eats a lot, anyway. This also motivates you to ask him to finish your food. He'll do it. He always does. I don't think he'd see the problem with you hardly eating until you point it out or warn him beforehand. You have a hard time eating? As in, not getting the nutrients you need? He's going to get so hurt, feel so betrayed (not towards you - but towards your brain for giving his lover such a hard time).

❤ He will offer you small foods. Things like fruits: apples, pears, or persimmons. He loves making smoothies for you. He likes drinking smoothies after he works out, he has a whole freezer dedicated to the store-bought ingredient meshes. He tries to fill you up with healthy, portionable foods just to keep your stomach fool. If it's the calories you're worried about, he gets you things like seaweed or apple cinnamon oatmeal bites.

"It's good for you."

You know it is, and even if you didn't, he has said this many times before.

He continues, "I'll take the first few bites and you can finish the rest, alright?"

For a second, you're annoyed. How about you just eat it all yourself? You stop wanting him to care: wishing he would just let you deteriorate. You have to remind yourself that you're the one in the 'wrong', not him, and that maybe it'll be good to listen to him.

❤ With practice, he has learned the things that tick you off vs. the things that actually help you.

❤ No matter how low in mood he is that day, or how angry somebody has made him - he will always have time to help you eat. He will always be encouraging and sympathetic.

❤ He might even ask Mikan about it - would she be able to help some? As a nurse she has to have a say in it, right?

❤ There's a genuine effort and it's one that you can sense perfectly.

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Leon Kuwata

❤ He noticed your hands were always empty. Usually after games, people's arms would be filled with snacks and drinks. They're be slurping on their icy's and eating bags of chips, hotdogs, nachos, amongst the other things the stadiums offer. You never had any of that. Though, it's not that he would regularly eat any of that food anyway. He had brushed it off as you being a health-freak, or certainly, not hungry during those hours. But no matter how many hours the game went on, no matter how many after-game dinners the two of you had went to, he had never seen you eat.

❤ Dates regarding food were just not a thing. He brought up restaurants before, and you politely declined, making him a bit uneasy. His idea was to leave you alone about it. If you weren't comfortable with sharing that space with him, then it's fine, and he definitely does not want to push you. But the longer it went on, the more his thoughts began to race. Is it a health concern? Should he be getting involved? Every time he would eat something he would think about you. How would you feel if you ate this?

❤ He'd also try to pull the if you won't eat then I won't eat thing.

❤ And he's stock the fridge with small cups of pudding and jello in hope of you just picking it up. Thinking that you even open the fridge in the first place.

❤ Sometimes when you sit in the living room, he'll toss you one of the small cups, eating one next to you. He'll even throw away your trash (he does this because he wants to see just how much you ate).

❤ In a more NSFW light, he'd be the one to make your brain relate food to sexual pleasure, deeming it a more... positive with connotations (which, by the way, this is an actual method that works).

❤ I think no matter how deep it gets, he won't truly be able to understand the uncomfortable tension between you and food, but he will know that it's not exactly a good mentality and it's one that which he should encourage the changing.

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Mondo Owada

❤ Would feel inclined to force feed you. He is going to feel the strong desire to just pin you down and put the food in your mouth. He isn't going to, but damn does your denial of food sometimes piss him off, especially when you're out in public with him and his boys. He feels incomplete and like a horrible boyfriend when he can't feed you. The traditional sense of 'taking care of the one who is mine' has dug deep within his values, and knowing that you are unwell in a way that he can't control is painful to him. So just eat a bite (or two) of his food when you order nothing. His eyes will light up once he notices that you're leeching off of him.

❤ Would steal your safe foods for you. What is it you want? Now, you have this special privilege, of since you can hardly do anything - even the small things you do are rewarded greatly. So what do you want to eat? You get to pick every night. If it means you'll eat, Mondo will spare his bias. Any drinks you want from the store? The moment he walks into any establishment the workers are already cowering in fear. Is that gum you want? Excellent. He practically gets it for free.

❤ He is going to have you sit on his lap while you eat. Even if it's a small amount, now you're sitting here, so have fun. When you're in this position he can also offer more to you. And you being so close to him while he eats often tempts you.

With his hand patting your cheek, you chew slowly, trying not to make a face with your discomfort. You sigh, "you rob me of joy."

He only laughs at you. His hand moves down to your shoulder. "That's my job, you know?"

You let out a small yeah yeah before settling in deeper to his lap, resting your head against his neck, breathing softly. "I know."

❤ He goes out to restaurants a lot - which is funny - because there is only around four that he can actually go to and not get kicked out (or the authorities coming).

❤ He is fine with you not ordering anything as long as you two share a platter. He is a fast and devious eater anyway, so even if you ate normally, you wouldn't get a handful out of that plate. This is perfect for you.

❤ He loves sharing drinks with you, as well. He drinks a lot of things. These fill you up - and he's content with you getting your nutrients from the drinks, so he stops bugging you about eating too much.

❤ As long as you're not dying or being annoying, he won't bother you about your eating habits at all.

[unhonestlymirror]

@forgotten-seas Okay, where do I start.

As a former russian-supporting Ukrainian, I know a lot of russian artists, whom I still find not bad people. I know that most of russians I am personally familiar with don't support "special operation" - despite the fact there is a Huge cultural abyss between us, which I recognized completely after February 24th.

Nevertheless, I don't interact with them at all. I don't reblog russian artists because

If a russian artist lives in russia, they go to the store, cafeteria, pharmacy, barbershop, etc. They go there and they pay for the food and service, because they need to eat, drink, etc. Where do you think those money a service providing place has received go next? Right, the state budget. Now the next question: Where does the money come from for tanks, missiles and other shit? The money for Viagra which is given to russian soldiers for massive rapes of women, children, men and animals? Do you think that all the money is taken out of the air?

I can't forbid all people to support russians, because "I can't control human hearts"(c) But it is in my power to regularly spread information about what is happening in my country. For people like you to write to me "this is hatred of Russians!", to justify yourself in front of your gnawing conscience that you may be financing genocide. It's good. This means my job here is done. (although let's be objective, am I promoting hatred of russians? I'm just sharing information, events, thoughts and feelings of people who are directly in Ukraine. If I was spreading hatred, I would say something like "ALL RUSSIANS ARE NAZI!!! WE NEED TO DROP A NUCLEAR BOMB ON THEM!!! IF YOU MEET A RUSSIAN ON A STREET - RAPE AND KILL THEM IMMEDIATELY!!!💪💪💪👊👊" This is example of spreading hatred (and it's definitely not a copy from russian propaganda)

"Hating a whole group of people based on a few is wrong" - excuse me, do you mean ~80 210 (+~810) russians who came to kill Ukrainians? Is this a few for you? Wow. :/

No one can guarantee that a russian artist doesn't donate to "💪💪👊👊🇸🇰🇸🇰🇸🇰" (I'm sorry Slovakia, it's for the joke) - russian army, or to military family members, etc. Also I don't really get why you mentioned transgender women. (You highlight them as if you want to say that cis people never kill. It's kind of transphobic.) I suppose, if they still active on Tumblr, they weren't mobilized and there is truly a possibility they don't hurt Ukrainians in any way... but can you guarantee it?

Well, a poor russian family gets fridges and toilets from Ukraine, and you may guess what is the price.

Oh, I swear, all Ukrainians don't forget that russians are the real people. And we will not be able to. Never.

I agree there are lot of russians who have family or relatives in Ukraine. And this is why I think dropping a nuclear bomb on kremlin is a bad idea. Also, as someone who lost her home, I genuinely don't think people, who fight in полк Кастуся Каліноўскага or in russian volunteer corps on Ukrainian side, deserve to meet rubles and ashes instead of home. This is soul-breaking. I wouldn't want this for my greatest enemy.

It's only natural that I may sound like an aggressive freak to people who didn't experience genocide. That's why I also recommend you to not talk about russians at all with Ukrainians. Believe me, most of them will seem way more "inadequate" for you - I was slightly touched by war, when many of them were punched. And I don't recommend you to reblog russian artists and support genocide... if you want to have good relationship with Ukrainians.

Also if you know some russians - don't forget to ask them whose Crimea is!

[diavolosthots]

I don't know if I'm too late if so ignore this. Mc trying to take care of Lucifer. Like bringing him food and drinks, trying to make sure stuff is done in the house, stopping the brothers from bothering him.,thanks for reading my request and remember if you don't want to do it or I'm to late delete it.

You weren't too late at that time and I'm in a lucifer mood tonight so this is being done!

Also who else would like to try spicy hellburned chili now that i made it up? Because I do.

Helpful Hands (LUCIFER X GN!READER)

People always underestimate how much he does for this family, or at least he thinks so. They see mean old Lucifer who only ever bullies and is way too strict. They see the guy who has a patch of gray hair but should be way too young to have it. They see the Avatar of Pride who can’t bear to be defeated for the life of him. Sometimes they see a stuck up asshole who thinks of nothing but himself and occasional torture because he’s viewed as Mr. Sadist. The last part might be mildly true, but only on bad days and only to those who really deserve it. He’s heard it all, from both friends and foes alike, and of course his family. Even Diavolo scolds him at times, which that’s when he’s truly about to snap it because if it weren’t for the Demon Lord he probably wouldn’t be on edge all the time, but more on that later. The point is, though, that most, if not all, of those claims are fault. 

People see the surface level. They see what they want to see and they don’t dare to dig deeper. Maybe they fear him, maybe they’re just too warped in the idea that he absolutely hates everyone that they also turn to hating him. A “I do you like you do me” type of deal, but if they would just take the time… if they would listen and really take a good look at him… maybe they’d realize he’s just suffering. Everytime he gets mad at Mammon or gives a stern, “not now,” that’s him being overwhelmed. Or if his agitation shines through, it’s not because he’s truly annoyed, but because he knows they can do better. He pushes his brothers, absolutely, but only because he knows their true potential. He holds all this weight on his shoulders, for everyone, and instead of giving a small thanks, they ruin his day. It’s hard being the unwanted parent of six, but if he wasn’t, Hell would burn. Or, well, more so than it usually does. Diavolo adds to his work on the daily, and maybe that wouldn’t be such a problem, if he weren’t also the one distracting him from such work and then getting onto him for not having it done. 

It’s hard being him. It’s hard to be the responsible one because you feel like you have to; because you feel like you owe it to them. He blames himself, heavily, for everything that has happened, even though it was their choice to join him. He lays there at night, more often than he likes to admit, and asks himself the big “what if” questions. “What if I didn’t go against them.” “what if I let loose.” “What if I’m being too strict.” Never, ever will you hear him say these things. Pride, ya know? But you don’t need to hear those things because you do know. You see it in his tired eyes and slumped posture once no one is looking. You see it in the way he eats and his coffee outweighs his nutrients. You can tell every time his anger rises too quickly, although he deems himself the rational one. You know Lucifer, even if he thinks you don’t, and you feel bad for him. You feel bad that you’re the only one who seems to see how truly tired he is. How much of a shoulder to lean on he actually needs, and although you’d never dare just go up and offer it, because once again his pride still wouldn’t let him admit that, you try to acknowledge his needs in little ways. 

Coffee was ready this morning, Lucifer noted, but he brushed it off because maybe it was just Beel’s late night or early morning snack; maybe he wanted some? “The pot is full…” and he took advantage of that. Whoever made the coffee, and someone must have because it was still hot and tasted fresh, he thanks them. You smiled to yourself when you saw him with a cup, heading back to his office, “morning, Lucifer. Enjoy your coffee.” He had looked at you, blinking a few times and probably wondering why you’re so cheery this early in the morning, “Good morning, (Y/N).” but that was it. Well, not really. Next thing he knew was that lunch was already done when he arrived in the kitchen to start it. “(Y/N)? What are you doing? It’s my turn.” but you only shrugged, wiping your hands before grabbing the plates and heading out to the dining room to place them, “yeah but I was already down here and didn’t have anything to do. Don’t mind me, just come sit and eat.” He didn’t say it, and he didn’t need to, but he was really appreciative and he even managed a small smile when you passed. 

Those were isolated incidences, though, or so he thought. But now, little by little, he realized more and more things that he had never noticed before. The rooms were clean, or at least the ones he was in, the fridge and pantry was always stocked, even with Beel around, and he rarely ever got interrupted. Of course, he still heard the occasional arguments between his brothers; Mammon stealing the remote right as Belphegor was about to put sleepy time music on… seriously, why can’t the guy do that on his D.D.D.? Or Satan screaming at Leviathan who accidently tripped over Satan’s books in his room while lending him his headphones. Shocker on that one, right? Or maybe it was a disagreement between you and Beelzebub about which spices should be used in the Spicy Hellburned Chili for this wednesday night’s dinner. But all of these were minor and nothing compared to what he usually deals with. At first he was super suspicious though and would constantly check on everyone, but by day three he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had gotten lucky and he finally does have some peace. Spoiler alert: he did. He got way more done than he ever did. 

That, however, does bother him. He doesn’t know who or why they would do it and as much as he enjoys it, he would also like to have a discussion with them. His birthday isn’t for another couple of months so he knows that that wouldn’t be the reason he’s being treated so nicely, so what else could it be? Mammon would only do this for money and even then he’s pretty upfront about it and begs for it Lucifer immediately after he had done the task, so he’s off the table. Satan and Belphegor would rather die than help him, Asmodeus is too obsessed with himself and Leviathan is holed up more than he shows any signs of life. So, the only other two people are you and Beelzebub, both of which are very nice people and debatably the only ones who truly care about him. The last part is a joke, but you two show it more than others. “Was it you that has been helping me?” But Beelzebub just looked confused, half a bag of chips down his throat as Lucifer asked and something told Lucifer that he wasn’t it. “No, but did you need help?” With a shake of his head and a sigh, Lucifer turned on his heel to go and find you, but not before doing something else. 

“Come to my room, (Y/N).” he had said and for a moment you thought your whole plan backfired and his brothers annoyed him again, or maybe you had forgotten something in it? Were you not careful enough in your attempts to make his life easier? You haven’t even gotten to the best part! “I’m here…” you practically sprinted down the hall while trying to find an excuse for anything he could potentially say, but when he opened the door to let you in, all of those left your mind, “what’s up?” He didn’t look… mean, per se, but he looked stern like always and it kind of freaked you out. Did you do something wrong? Was the coffee not strong enough? You used the wrong spices for the chili, didn’t you? “Do you see this?” Lucifer’s finger pointed out and you followed it, noting it was pointing at his desk, “uhm…. Yes? Am I not supposed to see it? Wasn’t it always here?” “Yes, it has always been there. However, something is different.” You turned to look at him and then back at his desk. Was it new? Did he paint it? Is there a trophy on there you should be aware of? “Lucifer I can’t see--”

When you turned back around, he was holding out two glasses of champagne and a smile was, for once in what felt like forever, gracing his lips. “Exactly. It’s empty. You can actually see it.” he hands you one of the glasses, his smile never faltering, “I had an unusual amount of time this week thanks to a few… coincidences that just so happen to align with my schedule and make my life easier. I know it was you. You made my coffee that morning, and were kind enough to leave the pot. You took up my lunch shift on purpose, not because you were down there. You also took my dinner shift this week, and cleaned the house. I’m assuming you’re also responsible for keeping my brothers in line which is a miracle within itself.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head before reaching out his other hand and tilting your chin up, “I don’t know how or why… and frankly, I don’t want to know. It would ruin the fun of it, but I do want to thank you for it and seeing as I have nothing else to do tonight, or tomorrow, you’ll be staying with me.” You blinked a few times. You could feel your heartbeat speed up and for a moment you wondered what you had actually done, but also, how bad could this go? You had one more thing to give him, anyway. “Works for me. I have one more thing to give you, anyway.” You clink your glass with his before taking a sip, watching him raise an eyebrow while your own eyebrows rose up and your lips turned into a smirk. “Undress for me, Lucifer.” 

You hope he will agree to a massage. Lord knows he needs his shoulders loosened up.