#if i ever say something to you and it feels like om insulting you and your whole lineage im not

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this time it was a real youch too. man

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Chapter 2 October 28 Thread K

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Hey

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Galahad?

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Sorry, I'm on Dr. Erita's PC, Dr. Tatematsu is really really mad at me right now and she doesn't want me talking to anyone from engineering

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Are you okay?

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Hello?

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I don't know what to do anymore

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Then let's just fucking leave. God, I hate this shit, it's always SOMETHING with her. With both of them. Let's just LEAVE. We can go to OMS and just never come back. Would they even come looking for us? We're fucking interns.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I can't go home

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Why the hell not?

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Because my parents think I'm a psychologist

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] they're really proud of me

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] We can go somewhere else. You can just come to my place or something. Or we can leave. We can go to a different city. I don't know. Fuck, Galahad, we could go to a different country, who fucking cares?

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I'm so sick of this. We can just leave. It'll be fine. We can leave.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] You're not thinking straight

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] A?

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] What?

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Please don't ever stop being my friend

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Don't say ominous shit like that. It's not like you're going anywhere. Tatematsu'll get over this by the end of the week. It's not like she's genuinely going to ban you from talking to us.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] You're just feeling tired because today was shit. You need sleep or something. That's all it is.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] It's not like I'm going anywhere anyway. I'm not just going to run off. I said we should leave because I wanted to help. I'm not just gonna go off on my own, that would be stupid.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] But that's just because I wouldn't want to leave you there with Tatematsu. Hisa and I are the only ones keeping you from walking into traffic or blowing your head off or something. So I'd feel guilty or whatever.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] You're fine. You'll be fine in the morning, at least.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Galahad?

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I really like talking to you

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] What the hell's gotten into you tonight? God. Man up a little.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I like that you're still always you even when everything else is so terrible

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] The hell's that supposed to mean? I'm insulted.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Galahad, seriously, are you doing okay? Like, actually. Not Galahad okay. ACTUAL okay.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] its just been a really rough day

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I'm sorry. I know.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I'm not going anywhere.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I really don't want to go back to the commons

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I can take an observation shift right now. Dr. Mutai's about to go on observation, I can just trade off. Then I'll be there at least.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] How did you already forget that I'm not allowed to talk to you??

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I never said you had to talk to me, I just said I'd be there. You can just look at me or whatever.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] It'll be fine, it'll be your little secret. If the commons feels a bit too open, and you getting nervous, just look at me, okay?

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Nice typo

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Wow. Rot then.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Just looking is okay right?? Looking isn't talking

[903865375 / Galahad Murunaga (Adriano Figueiredo)] Just looking is totally fine. Just looking isn't talking at all.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] Thank you

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Whatever, don't be weird.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I'm sorry that I can't stop freaking out

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Don't apologize for that shit. If I was you I'd literally be killing people with my bare fucking hands. I'd be crazy by now.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] Go check your PC before you go to the commons. I left you something.

[409052878 / Erita Kurumi (Galahad Murunaga)] I was wondering why you popped up under my code (￢_￢;) what did you do?

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] It's a little bit of engineering department magic~! Don't worry about it. Just check it out.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I'll see you in the commons, okay? Remember, no talking, just looking.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] It'll end eventually. We just have to ride it out.

[362985938 / Adriano Figueiredo] I'll see you in a bit. Don't get lost or whatever.

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#lucifer is only slightly mad mc would declare such a thing since he thinks only he should have a month for him lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How would the brothers react to someone else saving MC from another demon? Maybe it would be their friend from RAD or just a passer by who saw MC nearly get attacked and decided to step it.

Then after they finish fighting, they turn to MC and ask if they need to go to the hospital or want aku-donalds on the way since "Well, some humans crave hamburgers after an injury... I think..."

Lucifer

When he felt your fear through the pact, he immediately set off to save you

He felt the fear dissipate, which worried him more

That worry turned into confusion as he saw you casually talking to a demon, with another demon passed out on the floor, but clearly still alive.

You see Lucifer approaching and you wave at him.

"Hey Luci!"

The demon tensed up and turns to see Lucifer, having a risen eyebrow as he stares holes into them

"L-Lord Lucifer! I swear I wasn't hurting MC!"

The eldest looks at you, to which you nod.

"Relax. I'm not going harm you."

"W-Wha-"

"You saved my.. reckless partner, you can go."

The person nods and quickly scurries off.

Lucifer proceeds to pick you up and set the demon who almost attacked you ablaze, carrying you home while blocking your view so you don’t see the demon being burned alive

Mammon

It didn’t take him long to get where you were

It took a minute to process the situation but immediately interjects between you and the demon, getting right up to their face

“Shoo, leave us alone”

You huff and pull him away.

“Mammon, don’t be like that! They saved me from being attacked”

He looks at the demon passed out and looks back at the demon who saved you

He tsks before looking away.

He was suppose to be your guardian..

What if this nice demon wasn’t there? What if you got hurt or worse..?

You noticed Mammon shaking lightly and you thank the kind demon before walking off with Mams in tow.

“Hey.. Mams, you alright?”

He simply pulls you into a hug and held you tightly

He didn’t want to lose you again.. He didn’t want to see you in pain again..

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208 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#4

I have woke up today and choose angst. May I please ask for headcanons for the demon brothers reacting to MC saying this

Mc: You guys are the worst brothers I've ever seen. I don't know how Mammon puts up with all of you but I feel sorry, he should have never fallen with you guys and just stayed an angel. He would have a better life in Celestia without any of you, your all hypocrites and at least he never tried to kill me. He should have left you all to perish in the war

*Rubs hands together like an evil villain* Hehehe Oh I'm so glad you came to me

---

Short Story:

All week.

All week, MC has been hearing is constant insults directed at Mammon, and they were pissed. The fact that Mammon had come to them for comfort multiple times in a day this week just goes to show how much they have been treating Mammon like he was nothing but trash.

It was at dinner time that MC finally had enough. MC were hearing nothing but cruel jokes and insults, seeing Mammon try to defend himself every time, but quickly be shut up by Levi, Satan or Lucifer.

“You’re such a scum! I must’ve done something horrible to deserve a brother like you!”

“Silence!”

The pact command was enough to shut everyone up, as they all looked surprised and bewildered. Lucifer gave MC a glare, one they simply ignore. They go to take Mammon to his room. Before they left, a look of anger and pity wash over their face, showing just how disappointed they were in the brothers.

“You guys are the worst brothers I've ever seen. I don't know how Mammon puts up with all of you but I feel sorry,” They spat. “He should have never fallen with you guys and just stayed an angel.” Ouch.. That got some reactions, even from Mammon himself.

“He would have a better life in the Celestial Realm without any of you, you are all hypocrites and at least he never tried to kill me. He should have left you all to perish in the war.”

With that last icy line, MC dissolves the pact command and leads Mammon to his room, leaving everyone in shock of what just happened.

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Lucifer

He was beyond shocked

Wasn’t sure whether to punish MC or just apologize

Maybe apologizing was best

But he certainly wasn’t able to do it right now

..Would Mammon really ended up better in the Celestial Realm?

Perhaps he would, but it was his decision to follow Lucifer..

Mammon had himself to blame for all the things he’s done.. right?

He was just trying to process everything they said as he gets up and walks to his office, dismissing everyone from dinner.

The prideful part of himself blamed Mammon, not claiming the responsibility of fucking him up.

But a small part of him did feel bad..

The fact they reminded him of the multiple murder attempts..

He knew that choosing Mammon as their protector was the best choice.

“Ugh.. What to do..?”

Mammon

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226 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#3

Diavolo watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Mammon: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

237 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#2

May I please ask headcanons for the demon bros reacting to Mammon giving them a a paper and saying this:

"I'll be moving out soon I got permission form Lord Diavolo and also some papers for you all to not come near or talk to me unless it's an important event. In short, we're no longer family, this good for you you guys since this is what you all wanted for so long."

A/N: Sorry if it’s not on par with some of my other Mammon angst, I hope you enjoy it regardless 😅Warnings: Anxiety/panic attack(?), ooc in some aspects ---

Short Story

It was dinner time, and everyone except Mammon was at the table. Everyone was wondering where he could be, his credit card was taken and the brothers thought he had no money as of now. Beel frowns and stares at Mammon's empty seat. Before he could say anything, the door opens and in came Mammon, with a stack of paper. "Mammon where were you?" Lucifer stood up. "At the castle." Mammon says dryly, giving him the papers. "I'll be moving out soon. I got permission form Lord Diavolo and also some papers for you all to not come near or talk to me unless it's an important event. In short, we're no longer family, this is good for you guys since this is what you all wanted for so long."

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Lucifer

Lucifer was impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the second eldest to come home

Usually, he wouldn’t care as much, but Mammon has been going out lot lately and he couldn’t help but worry

When Mams does return, he tells Lucifer he was at the castle while handing him the documents

What Mammon said and what the papers read..

It was restraining orders and a few other important papers

He.. He was going to lose another sibling.. Just like that..

Lucifer should've expected this, he pushed Mammon too hard, he abused Mammon so much, he wasn't being a brother..

He could only watch as Mammon goes to his room, supposedly to pack his stuff up

As much as he wanted to convince Mammon to stay, he knew any attempt would end up being useless

He tensed and shook, spitefully gripping the papers he has been given

Lucifer failed as a brother..

Leviathan

Mammon being gone was normal for him

Maybe he has been dealing with witches for the past few days

The nervous looks his brothers were giving made him worry though

Everything is fine, Mammon is fine.. Right?

Levi perks up the minute Mammon came back

But what he said made him freeze with shock

Moving out..? Mammon was moving out?

And they are no longer family?!

After Mammon left, he shrunk in on himself

His vision blurred and his breathing became heavy

Levi was quick to excuse himself and go back to his room, grab a weighted blanket and just hope all of this is a bad nightmare..

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249 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Crows Habits | MC x Mammon?? |

A/N: I haven't been able to write a lot and overall I've just been really tired so have this because I was actually motivated today It's not so much "MC x Mammon" as I would of liked but oh well -------

You were in the human world, walking through the park with a bag of breadcrumbs as usual, hoping to find the crows that you usually fed when up here, surely enough they were on trees near the private bench area you chose to sit at. When you began dropping the breadcrumbs for the near crows, you're reminded of Mammon, crows were his animal after all, so it's hard not to be reminded of him. You hear a chirp beside you on the left side and looked down, noticing it was a crow with some shiny things, coins, rings and keys.  Picking the items up to investigate them, you remembered reading a book on crows habits and facts and realizing they were very much like the things Mammon did. "Crows understand the concept of gifts" A small smile snuck itself onto your lips, must be gifts for feeding them, even if you don't get the chance everyday since you're usually up in the Devildom. Like this crow, Mammon often gives you gifts even if you don't give something first, he's sometimes proud of the gift and other times he would just completely deny it while looking away. After admiring the things the crows gave you and giving a small thank you, you noticed there were a bunch of crows flocking near you to be fed, which you happily did as you remembered another crow fact that you read. "Crows remember who has been kind to them and tells other crows about the nice humans." Similar to Mammon, he often gets a chance to brag about what a nice human you are, even to the other brothers or exchange students. Of course that lead to other demons wanting to get to know you, either to take advantage of you or just genuinely get to know you, it became obvious after a while. You noticed after a while that different crows had different accents and dialect as you heard them cawing and making other sounds to communicate with other crows, once again reminding you of that accent Mammon has. "Feedin' crows, are ya?" You turn to look behind you and saw the shaggy white haired guy himself.  "What are you doing here?" "Somethin' through the pact told me ya were thinkin' about me" "Yes, I was, Mams" You kiss his cheek as you continue feeding the murder of crows, finding it a bit cute how much he flushed up from that unexpected kiss on the cheek. "Well uhm-" He clears his throat. "...I was thinkin' about you too.." He quietly admits. "Aww, really?" "Y-Yea.." "Well, do you want to help me feed the crows before you go back" "Sure, got nothin' better to do."

286 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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Anonymous Asked: Hate to be a miserable jerk but Cooler has always been a Diet Frieza in every way. From having the same seiyuu (Nakao Ryusei) to coming back as a cyborg in a shitty sequel film that didn't need to exist in the first place. After all he had a good exit in Movie 5. So him getting the golden form is a good way to add insult to his fragile claim of "I am not my brother blah blah blah" shtick. After all, take away the Shredder form from him and he'd be nothing more that what I said. Just a Diet Frieza in the same way another DB villain is...

         I’m going to have to politely disagree.

         Take away the Shredder form and he’s still an interesting character on his own. Cooler has a lot more depth than some people are willing to give him credit for, subtle as it. Especially in his first movie.

          He showed more consideration for his underlings than Freeza ever did by stepping in when they were having trouble against Goku and never threatening them for their failure to find or kill Goku. His Armored Squadron respects him, and not just out of fear. Even when he was thought to be dead, Salza was still willing to kill Goku out of loyalty to his lord when he could have just kept playing dead or run away. Cooler is shown to have a sense of familial honor that Freeza never did, given the only reason he came after Goku was to avenge his family name, while Super shows that Freeza left his doting father to rot in hell at the first opportunity. He is also shown to be calm, pragmatic, level-headed, and occasionally stoic, while also having this simmering resentment towards his sibling due to their rivalry and the parental favoritism King Cold shows. I actually do love that jealousy and anger he feels about his brother, it makes for an interesting dynamic with his relationship to his family and empire, as well as it gives his character an insecurity and makes him relatable in a way, given I’ve had my own share of issues towards my siblings growing up.

           The Return of Cooler is an incredibly flawed film and rehash of the Namek Saga combined with Mecha Freeza. I’ll give you that. The Metal Coolers are lame, but if reworked they could prove interesting. That I will have to deal with in my own time. I can also agree that they make him too much like Freeza in that film. However, I can excuse it to some extent (only some) given that he is Freeza’s brother, and they were both raised the same way—of course there will be similarities between them if you take that into consideration. But I don’t believe it’s enough to say he’s a carbon copy of his brother.

         It’s difficult to fully gage his character since the movies are so time-constrained, unlike the anime where you can have around fifty episodes (an exaggeration, I know) to get to know a villain. But I’ve seen something in the first film, and I’ve taken bits from the multi-media that tries (and sometimes fails) to expand his character so I can get that better nuance with him. And I believe I’ve seen enough where I feel he is more than just a Diet Freeza. I’m sorry if you don’t, but we’re going to have to agree to disagree om this matter.

         Also, the Shredder form is still very cool and trumps anything that the anime or writers could ever come up with for Freeza. I will die on that hill. Get fucked, Freezer.

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Summertime Happiness

(OM) Boys (excluding Simeon, Solomon) x GN!Reader

Synopsis: the beach episode

WC: 3.2k

Note: it’s summer, and I miss the beach. I really want to go so I projected it here. I will say this is a part one bc I plan on writing smut for part two and you get to pick which ending you want. For example, you could pick to spend the night with Diavolo or you could choose Mammon. I’m challenging myself to write for each character so we’ll see how that goes.

“Beach! beach! Beach!” Mammon, Asmo, and Levi were chanting in the back of the car.

“Guys, we’re not even halfway there.” You groaned. They had been like that ever since you got to the human world. They then started squabbling about what to do. Mammon then tried to steal Levi’s tablet. Asmo seemed to ignore them completely.

“This would be our first human world beach! Of course, we’re excited. Just think of all the photos I could post.” Asmo was gleeful, the main person who suggested this trip.

“Well can you guys keep it down. I’ll turn this car around if you don’t!” They shut up, leaving you able to concentrate on the road, “You guys are lucky that Lucifer is in the other car.”

“I didn’t know you could drive MC.” Satan was in the front seat next to you.

“Of course! I’ve been driving since I was 16.”

“I’m sure you could teach Mammon how to drive safer.”

“Oi! Quit insulting me!”

“Honestly, why couldn’t Belphie be in my car. He’d just sleep.” You grumbled under your breath.

“I still don’t understand why Diavolo would want to come here when he has a beach of his own. Besides the beach is stupid.” Satan was now complaining. The choir in the back started up again, and you could feel the headache develop.

Instead of listening to them, you turned the music up to drown out the noise they were making.

That’s when Barbatos gave you a call. You answered it hands free, “hello?”

“MC, it seems the young lord would like to visit the nearest rest stop. He wants to see a human world gift shop.”

“There will be gift shops at the beach!”

“You don’t understand MC! I heard rest stop gift shops offer a wide variety of trinkets that the state offers.” Diavolo sounded too excited for you to say no.

“Also, Beel ran out of food, and we don’t want him to rampage in the car.” Lucifer sounded annoyed, probably because he got put in the back seat since Barbatos was driving.

“I’m hungry…” you could practically hear Beel’s stomach growl from the backseat as well.

“I suppose we need to fill the cars up with gas as well. There should be a rest stop at the next exit.”

“Understood. We’ll follow you to the rest stop of your choice.” Barbatos hung up. The music resumed. Hopefully, they didn’t hear the commotion from the back of your car.

You pulled off the next exit to arrive at a big gas station/truck stop. Parking your car at a pump, the others got out of the car to stretch their legs.

“You guys go ahead and get some snacks or drinks. Make sure to get me one too. The others should show up shortly.”

They walked into the shop thankfully not arguing. Barbatos shortly pulled in at the pump opposite of your car.

They also got out, and Diavolo practically ran to the shop with Beel following behind him.

“Lucifer, please don’t let them get into any trouble. That’s the last thing we need.” He nodded already looking annoyed. Upon inspecting their car, you could see Belphie peacefully sleeping in the back seat.

Barbatos walked over with a map consulting you on the best route to the beach. Their D.D.Ds didn’t have human world GPS, and of course, they didn’t have any human world phones to access it (and you weren’t planning on buying a new phone.) With a pen, you highlighted the route after consulting your GPS. You knew that Barbatos wouldn’t get lost behind you, but it was nice having this assurance.

Barbatos then turned around and excused himself from your discussion, heading towards the gas station shop. You tended to both of the cars, making sure that they were filled up and ready to go.

When you saw all of them come back to the car, Mammon was thrown over Barbatos’s shoulder.

“Put me down!”

“I’m sorry MC, but Mammon will be riding with us now.” You didn’t even want to know. Beel now was in your car, which solved part of the headache that was going on.

Lucifer simply texted you:

Mammon tried to steal

You knew that Mammon was going to be harshly punished in Barbatos’s car which he deserved. The last thing y’all needed was for the cops to come and arrest Mammon.

You noticed how many bags of souvenirs Diavolo was putting in the back of the car. It looked like he swept the store clean of everything. Same with Beel but with food.

“Beel, please make sure to not get food everywhere in my car. My parents would kill me if I ruined their seats.” He nodded and kept chowing down on the bag of chips he got.

Satan just shook his head and handed you a granola bar and a soda. Thankfully someone remembered to get what you asked for.

You all loaded the cars back up and set off once more. This time your car was quieter, and you were so thankful for that on the rest of the way to the beach.

—

“Finally! We’re here!” Asmo exclaimed when you parked the car at the condo y’all would be spending time at. Barbatos shortly pulled in next to you.

They got out of the car and met up with you, “We’ll need rolling carts for all of our luggage and supplies. They should be in the lobby’s office.”

Lucifer and Barbatos left to go fetch them and check in to the condo for you.

It was surprisingly easy to get all of the suitcases, beach supplies, and coolers up to the room. You made sure to get a big condo so everyone could get their own room (saved yourself the headache of who will be rooming with who.)

“Alright everyone, time to set up the ground rules!” You gathered everyone to the common room, “Make sure you all remember your human world names. Please do not stray too far from the others. We do have the beach for ourselves here, but the public beach isn’t too far from here. Please be careful to not wander that way. We have an itinerary for dinner and free times. Please do try to behave yourselves over the week we are here. Other than that, we’ll have fun!”

They all agreed and left to go unpack their stuff.

“I really hope we can get through this without any trouble. We’re spending too much money being here instead of being in Devildom.”

—

The sand was nice and warm. The sunlight danced over the waves, making the ocean sparkle. Lucifer and Barbatos already got the umbrellas and beach chairs prepared, so all the rest had to do was get into swimsuits.

Running out to settle down on a chair basking in the sunlight was your first objective.

“MC, you need to apply sunscreen before you sit out in the sun.” Barbatos walked over with the spray on sunscreen.

“Right. I forgot.”

“MC, I can help you put on your sunscreen!” Asmo ran over to you, “Then you can rub it all over my body.”

“Oi! If anyone is going to rub sunscreen on them, it’s going to be me. I’m their first so I have that right!” Mammon was quick to swoop in and grab the bottle out of Asmo’s hand.

“You can’t use that excuse every time. Especially since you’ll never admit how you feel.” Satan was the next one to take the bottle.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you know you’re a simp.” Levi came up to y’all, “O-Of course I will apply sunscreen on you MC. Who am I kidding you’ll never pick me.” You could hear every mumble under Levi’s breath.

“What on earth are you all doing?” It was Lucifer, “they are perfectly capable of putting sunscreen on themselves.”

“But their back! They couldn’t possible read that part,” Asmo flirted, “and I’m the perfect person.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes and took the bottle out of Satan’s hands, “I’ll put on your sunscreen MC”

“No fair! How come you get to do it?” They started to whine. Honestly at this point you didn’t care who put it on you.

“Thank you, Lucifer,” you turned your back towards him so he could apply the lotion on you. Feeling his hand run up and down your skin did feel nice.

The others continued to bitch at Lucifer about it.

“Haha! Your brothers are lively as always.” Diavolo stood next to Lucifer, who only sighed at his comment.

“I’m afraid so.”

Now that everyone was prepared, Mammon, Asmo, Levi, and Beel ran towards the water. Belphie was already asleep on a beach chair. Satan sat next to him with a book in hand. Diavolo was forcing Lucifer to build a sandcastle with him, while Barbatos helped by carrying buckets of ocean water.

A smile grew on your face as you ran towards the ocean yourself with a floaty, finally able to relax and play with everyone there.

When entering the nice warm water, you’re immediately dunked in. Rising back up,

“Mammon! You ass!” You move your hair out of your face.

“It’s ok MC, he did the same to me. He has a death wish,” Asmo looked furious. Every time he’s swim close to Mammon, he would simply swim away.

“Didn’t peg you as a good swimmer.”

“The great Mammon can do many things!” His laughter was infectious, and your anger fizzled out as you see the brothers chasing each other.

“Ugh, what normies.”

“What did you expect to do out here Levi?”

“Well you see I saw in this anime called A Trip to the Beach turns into a romance story and-“

“Forget I asked. I’m surprised that Mammon didn’t dunk you.”

“The water doesn’t scare me.”

“Makes sense. You do kind of control water. I guess this would be the best place to summon Lotan, besides the fact this is a human world beach.”

“Hahaha. I have no plans of doing that. My Ruri-Chan towel and bag would get soaked, and I don’t want that.”

“Right…”

You then heard eating sounds in your ear. Turning around, you see Beel mouth full of fish, “You can’t just eat the marine life here!”

“But I was hungry…”

“Then go to shore and grab some of the food we brought down here!”

Beel took you up on that offer as soon as he finished devouring the fish he caught with his bare hands. You just prayed he left something for the rest of you, lest you have to go back to the condo and get more.

Mammon quickly swam back and hid behind your back, practically using you as a shield.

“Don’t use MC to protect you!” Asmo was coming in hot. You dunked yourself under the water for Asmo to finally catch Mammon and push his head in the water.

Upon both of you returning to the surface, you shook your head to get the salt water out of your ears.

“You pushed too hard Asmo!” Mammon bitched.

“You brought this upon yourself!”

“Can you both shut up? I’m trying to fantasize about Ruri-Chan.”

“Stay out of this otaku!” They both shouted at the same time. Levi clammed up.

“Of course, they think I’m some weird gross shut in…”

“Oh Levi, that’s not true. Just let those two idiots fight and dunk each other under water. Let’s go back to shore and hunt for seashells!” He felt better from your words. Grabbing the floatie that seemed to be abandoned (you’re glad it didn’t float away into the sea), you both swam back and went to dry yourselves off.

Beel was devouring all of the food in the coolers you brought.

“Satan! Why didn’t you restrain him?”

“Huh, it’s not my job to keep Beel from eating everything. That’s Belphie’s.” You glanced to see that he was asleep basking in the summer sun.

“Of course.” You turned your attention back to Satan, “why don’t you come with Levi and I to hunt for seashells?”

“No.” It was immediate and caught you off guard, “I’m at the climax of this book, and I’ll do beach stuff when I’m done. Except go into the water.”

“Still don’t get it, but whatever.”

You grabbed the necessary supplies to gather seashells, and you made your way back to the shoreline with Levi by your side.

“Let’s see if we can find one that’s not broken! I’d love to get to a nice cone shaped one” Levi cheered up.

So far, you’ve only found broken sand dollars and pieces of broken corral, “well this isn’t great.”

“Oi! Why you hogging MC all to yourself?” Mammon always knew how to ruin a moment.

“Hey, Mammon~”

“Y-yeah?”

“You want a dollar?”

“Yes! Giving money to me is an investment-“

You simply placed a sand dollar in his hand causing Levi to practically die, howling about how you got him good.

Mammon just stood there looking like he could turn to dust at any moment. You couldn’t help but laugh.

Satisfied with your haul, you and Levi placed the bucket of shells back at the beach chairs.

“Still reading Satan?”

“Yes, and it’s getting good so leave me alone.” You roll your eyes in response. Levi said he would chill with Satan in the shade, something about getting his daily log on bonuses.

Shrugging, you turn on the group you hadn’t visited yet.

“Lucifer! Diavolo! How’s the sandcastle coming?”

“Well…I tried making a sand sculpture of Lucifer, but it doesn’t look anything like him.” Diavolo pouted. Upon looking at the pile of sand, you tried to hold back your laughter. If this was supposed to be Lucifer, then Asmo should really give him a makeover.

“The important thing is you tried Diavolo,” Lucifer tried to hide his annoyance, but of course he was bad at that (he would never admit it though.)

“Maybe we should take a break, my lord.”

“I guess so.” You felt bad and patted Diavolo on the back.

“You’ll get it right the next time you do it. Here why don’t I show you something humans do on the beach!”

Diavolo perked up, and the three of them followed you back to the shaded umbrella where their beach chairs were. You sauntered off and grabbed four bottles of beer and a bag of limes you cut up earlier (thankful that Beel didn’t eat them.)

You handed them the beer as well as a bottle opener, “Ok, so typically on the beach with this brand of beer, you push a lime into the neck of the bottle. It helps add flavor to the drink of the summer here.”

You demonstrated for them, even though Barbatos was a step ahead of you anyway. Diavolo looked at it all with wonder, taking a sip after preparing it, “Fascinating! Is this really what humans do?”

“Some. I like to do it when I go to the beach. It’s nice and relaxing. Plus, the advertising says to do this.”

“I do have to say, it does add a little aromatic flavor. However, I’ll have to decline drinking more than I already have.” Barbatos handed the bottle back to you. Even though you knew he had his reasons, it bummed you out a little.

“Well Lucifer! What do you think?” Diavolo turned towards his friend who was happily drinking his.

“Honestly, I needed some sort of break after being in the sun for so long.”

“Well, I’m glad I was able to help.” Lucifer smiled at your response, praising you about how you’re always a help to everyone.

You sat down next to them on the sand and just took in the calmness of the beach air, the smell of salty sea water filling your nose. It was enjoyable to have one moment of relaxation.

“Hey MC! Belphie’s awake! Help us throw him into the ocean!” You could hear Mammon from the other side of the beach.

“Your brothers are always so exciting, Lucifer,” Diavolo was laughing and was waiting for Lucifer to laugh along with him.

“More like a headache…”

“I’ll go over there so they don’t bother you three. Remember to get the relaxation you need. The three of you work way too hard, you deserve a break. That goes for you to Barbatos! You don’t have to be a butler here.”

He laughed at your comment, “So noted.”

Satisfied, you ran back over to the others.

“If you like to live, you’ll let go of me” Belphie was trying to fight, but with Mammon, Asmo, and Levi together, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Same for you Beel! Put me down so I can finish my book!”

“Nah, you can finish your book later. We’re at the beach. You should have fun with us!” Mammon had a death wish. They managed to pull Belphie and Satan into the water. Belphie at this point had already given up.

Satan, however, was like trying to bathe a cat. Extremely unhappy about it. He screamed profanities and was about to go apeshit, until you were by his side and holding his hand.

“It’s ok Satan. They just want you to have fun.” He huffed in response with a hint of blush developing on his face.

Finally, all of you were in the ocean, splashing water at each other, seeing who could hold their breath the longest, and float around letting the water massage your worries away.

The fun eventually was coming to a close. The sun started to set, and everyone went to pack everything up.

“Hold on!”

They turned to look at you who has a mischievous look on your face, holding up sparklers in their face, “They’re a lot of fun to have on the beach too.”

Everyone was about to decline until, “Ohhhh, that sounds like fun. I’ll do it with you MC.”

Diavolo started to take sparklers from your hand and went to get a lighter.

“Well, I guess I can do it too.” Mammon said.

“It does sound like fun. Plus, I can take all sorts of photos to post when we get back to Devildom.” Asmo ran to be by your side.

“Don’t eat the sparklers Beel,” Belphie said walking over with his twin.

“W-well it’s a normie thing to do, but if MC wants to do it then I will too.” Levi took a sparkler from the packet.

“As long as Lucifer isn’t going to participate then I will too.” Satan said.

“Too bad because Lucifer has to do this too!” Your words sounded very adamant, leaving Satan with no other choice.

Lucifer sighed but then smiled, “As long as your happy MC and Diavolo.”

You squealed in happiness. As you lit the sparklers, everyone waved them around. Asmo took photos of everyone with theirs. Mammon tried writing words (they didn’t look good.) The rest were happy to chase each other with Diavolo and Lucifer standing on the side. Diavolo was mesmerized by the sparks shooting out, and Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Barbatos filmed the entire thing for everyone to remember later. One of the best days ever.

—

After showering, you noticed the night was still young. Everyone was kind of doing their own thing now.

You didn’t want the night to end too soon. Hitting up the town seemed like a good idea.

You sat thinking of who you should bring with you.

[otome-on-the-side]

Hey there! Thank you for opening your requests! I have to admit, I really like how you write the more demonic sides of the OM! brothers, so I'm really curious to see how you'd write Asmodeus figuring out the trick to charming MC with his demon gaze and finally being successful with his hypnosis attempts. NSFW cause we're dealing with Asmo here, and either F!Reader or GN! Reader, whatever you prefer!

pairing: Asmodeus/GN!reader 

Tropes & TWs: overstimulation, demon fuckin (just a lil), Intimacy issues  

It happens by accident, when things have gotten more serious for Asmodeus than he's ever thought would be possible.

He's used to constantly posturing, posing, and positioning himself so he's seen from the best possible angle; even when alone, Asmodeus postures- how else can he gaze at his own image in the mirror without considering himself less than what he was? What he was without thought, or effort.

He didn't realize how exhausting it was, until you.

At first you were... charming.

Something new; his eyes weren't an ace in the hole, so, for once, he had to work for the adoration he knew would eventually come.

It never did.

Asmodeus could admit there was a high off of looking into a hapless human's eyes and seeing how far the pedestal they put him on reached. With a big enough crowd, he sometimes thought he surpassed where he once rested, easily.

Only to eventually come crashing down, down, down.

With you things were... different.

There were definitely, highs and lows, yes, but you were with him every step of the way; building him up, up, up, gradually, just by spending time with him. The lows seemed terrible at the time, but looking back, Asmo knew you had cushioned his mild downward slide; it didn't compare to the downward spirals he used to throw himself into.

You still helped picked him back up after it, though.

And he found himself doing the same. Frankly, Asmodeus wasn't used to giving any effort for anyone that wasn't his brother; but here he was, staying up to help you study as he played footsies with you under the table- or helping you fine tune your morning routine because you kept saying you didn't have the time for it- or begging you, this fragile little human, to take him to Madam Scream's so he could take pictures of the newest seasonal dessert for Devilgram; it still counted even if the picture was you looking so cute as you tasted it, right?

He loved how you looked at him; there was no infatuation, obsession, or adoration pooled within your irises, but there a subtle something there that he couldn't quite describe. He didn't want to, really; the possibility of it scared Asmodeus a little.

He completely forgot his eyes could have an effect on you until, suddenly, they did.

He hadn't even known he was using his charm; He just couldn't look away from that emotion that welled in your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours, lacing your fingers together as he slammed his hips home against yours.

From Asmodeus's point of view, it was just of the beginning of what was a very long night. You were just so cute! Even when he wasn't spending time with you, he'd suddenly get a flash of inspiration and idea for something to try out when you were both alone. New positions, old positions spiced up with toys, testing the water with new kinks, and so on.

He had plenty of demonic stamina to spare, so he didn't mind one bit when you preferred to take charge; He loved the powerful side of you that could render him completely immobile through will alone just as much as the cute flustered side.

Both sides often had the same result: He couldn't take his eyes off of you as he'd watch in awe, whispering, cooing, and moaning praise and affection, showering you with vivid detail of just how wonderful you felt, how beautiful you looked.

"My, my," Asmodeus gently held your jaw as came much sooner than he intended. "Again? Are we feeling sensitive tonight?" His thumbs stroked down your cheeks as he watched that unnamable emotion your eyes, which was still remained as you rode out your orgasm. "Been busy without me?"

"N-no, no I haven't-!" you gasped as he slammed his hips against yours again; still holding your jaw as he gazed into your eyes, even as the rolled shut from overstimulation.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek as he reassured you, "It's alright, darling~. You can't summon me whenever, I understand. Can you show me those pretty eyes, again?"

"Thank you baby~." Tears trailed down your face; you were utterly overwhelmed. Asmodeus remained perfectly still as you looked into his amber irises, milking his cock as he made you come again. He remained sheathed inside of you as he let you ride it out, keeping still, but still purring in pleasure.

Asmodeus released your jaw, using both hands to wipe away your over stimulated tears "My, my, It seems my eyes do work on you, sweetheart." He let you have a moment, gently caressing your body as you got your breath back. It was hard, but he dragged his eyes away from yours. "I didn't even realize I was using them; I must admit, that's new." His eyes flicked back to meet yours, suddenly worried. "That is new for you, isn't it darling?"

When you threw your arm over your eyes, he had to resist the urge to grab your wrist; he desperately wanted to check and make sure that damned emotion was still there when you looked at him. He was terrified to name it, but the thought of losing that scared him even more.

You let out a breathless laugh. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember if you looking at me was enough to make me cum, Asmo."

You felt the curve of a talon caress over your lower eyelid, and you can't help but raise your arm to peek at your lover; you hadn't even felt Asmodeus shift.

You avoided his eyes- it felt insulting to make yourself cum again in the middle of a conversation, when Asmodeus wasn't even trying- but your hand rose to clasp over Asmo's as his painted talons traced over your features, and you noticed fangs tugging at his lips.

It was easy to flutter your eyes shut as you reached with your other hand to cradle the back of his skull and tug him forward. You can't help whimpering as he shifts, but you aren't searching to continue what you were both doing before the both of you realized Asmo's eyes were a) working and b) in overdrive.

Gently, as Asmo props himself upward, you lean upward to kiss his forehead, voice a little ragged as you seek to reassure your lover. "I still love you, Asmodeus. Your orgasm eyes aren't going to change that."

[missdawnandherdusk]

Through My Eyes

Draco X Hufflepuff!Scamander!Reader

Request: @cat-moon: draco malfoy x scamander reader 

A/n: Okay y’all time to get serious for a moment. Newt Scamander is on the ASD spectrum, and it is hereditary, and therefore so is his granddaughter. But it is not just because it is hereditary that I am creating her this way, but also because life on the ASD spectrum is quite remarkable and it really is a different world experienced, being there myself. Autistic women show the signs in much different ways than males do because of a thing called masking and social behavior that is expected of women in society. I wrote a paper on it after getting my own diagnosis so, I know a bit from research and experience. Our reader is still as lovely as ever and nothing written is done from malicious intent nor ignorance. I am alright with writing her this way because I have the authority to, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to. I love you all so much and i’d love to know your thoughts!

“You’re not supposed to be here,” My voice was soft.

“I can be wherever I bloody well please,” Draco muttered slinging his bag down onto the chair.

“No,” I pressed. “You’re supposed to be in study hall. Only Ms. Pince and I are in here during this hour. You’re not supposed to be here,”

“Don’t get so bent out,” He scoffed. “I thought you Hufflepuffs were supposed to be friendly.”

“You don’t know anything about the world around you,” I murmured, closing my book, and tucking it into my bag. I held my tongue before snapping at him to not return tomorrow.

I stormed out of the library, thrumming my fingers on the strap of my bag, humming a comforting melody. It calmed my senses so that I could plan my next move. One option was going to my dorm, but I’d get there only having to turn back to go to class again. I could go to class early and continue to work, but I didn’t want to be asked questions about why I was early. There was only twenty minutes until my next class. Then it occurred to me, I wouldn’t be in a classroom for my next class, instead outside with Hagrid. A smile touched my lips as I stopped in the hall and changed my direction heading to the outdoors and toward Hagrid’s Hut.

Letting my fingers run through the soft grass that rose to about my waist, I strolled through the grounds, going the long way to Hagrid’s, humming all the while.

“Well, you’re ‘ere early,” Hagrid grinned. I nodded in response, my eyes flitting to the page that he had opened in our old textbook as he continued to speak. “Well, just so ‘appens that we takin’ a page from your granfather’s book ‘ere.”

“Hippogriff,” I read from the page. “Do you really have one here!?”

“She’s ou’ back, ‘ome on. Meet Buckbeak,” Hagrid led me outside the hut and sure enough there was the fantastic beast, preening her feathers. “Now you just gotta... well yeah,”

He stopped trying to instruct me as I bowed to the creature, waiting for her to bow in return. When she did, with slow and precise movements, I made me way toward her, stretching out my hand, not breaking eye contact. The hippogriff followed the fluttering of my fingers as I drew near until she was entranced enough that she allowed me to stroke her muzzle.

“She ‘eally likes you,” Hagrid exclaimed. “You sure are your granfather’s kid,” I paid him no mind as I caressed the beast’s head as she nuzzled into my hand.

I backed away, Buckbeak chittering annoyed as I parted from her. I signaled for her to be quiet and she lowered her head and complied. The class slowly arrived, and Luna took her place by my side, saying a soft hello but not much else. I liked Luna. She was like me. A bit different but she knew about the world around us. It was a comfort to not be alone.

It was the next few days that I was called into Professor Sprouts office. When she saw the panic on my face, she smiled and assured me that I was not in trouble and apologized for ruining my schedule. I took a seat at a chair in front of her desk.

I jumped when the door opened behind us.

“What’s she doing here?” I heard his voice.

“Professor!” I interjected.

“Enough,” Snape and Sprout said on cue. Sprout continued. “Miss Y/n, you are the best student that we have in Care for Mythical Creatures,”

“And My. Malfoy, you seem to be failing the subject,” Snape finished.

“The bloody chicken attacked me!” Draco argued back, standing abruptly.

“Hippogriff,” I corrected. “And her name is Buckbeak,”

“I really don’t give—”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Sprout scolded. “You should care because without the aid of Miss Y/n, you are going to fail the class, so I suggest you be nicer to her,”

“You want me to...” I glanced at her before looking down at my lap and tapping my fingers in an absentminded repetitive pattern.

“If you two are quite finished,” Snape sighed. “Miss Y/n, you have full authority on teaching Mr. Malfoy, and you are to assess his knowledge,”

“You mean she—no!” Draco shouted again.

“It is final. From Dumbledore himself,” Sprout glared Draco down, with such an affect that Draco took a seat, silently sulking.

We were dismissed and I paused in the doorway. Draco noticed and looked to me, expectant. 

“Meet me at sunset outside Hagrid’s hut,” My eyes fixed on the Slytherin logo of his robe. “

Whatever,” He scoffed, taking off.

Oh, good lord, what was I just thrown into?

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“This is ridiculous, I hope you know that” Draco hissed into my ear as I led him down to the outskirts of the forest, there Buckbeak waited for us.

I paid him no mind as I went to Buckbeak, bowing before her. She bowed and chittered happily to see me again, only pausing to puff her feathers at Draco in defense.

“He’s a friend,” I cooed softly, running my fingers over her silky feathers, close to burying my face in her heavenly soft feathers. “You know that don’t you?”

She chirped at me sulking. I beckoned Draco forward with my free hand.

“Bow,” I instructed. They both obliged. “See, was that so bad?” I smiled, keeping my eyes on Buckbeak but outstretching my hand to Draco.

When I felt the warmth of his hand in mine, I slowly pulled him forward, using my fingers to flutter his, to keep Buckbeak interested. My fingers brushed against her smooth beak and I pressed Draco’s hand against her beak, placing my hand over his. I could hear his anxious breathing as he drew near.

“She’s not going to hurt you,” I looked to him and smiled. “Again, anyway,” 

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” His voice shook with fear.

“Yes?” I let out a soft laugh. “She’s not dangerous, if you know how to approach her,”

He was a lot closer in proximity than I had originally thought. Buckbeak sensed my agitation and shook out her feathers. I cage her a kind look and she backed down. My hand slid down her neck, smoothing her ruffled feathers.

“You or Buckbeak?” I heard him mutter.

“Would you like to go for a ride Mr. Malfoy?” I looked over to him his silver eyes shining in the twilight.

“Are... are you sure that’s safe?” He gaped at me. Buckbeak shifted from foot to foot.

“Draco, she’s going to sense that you’re unsteady, if you want her to be calm you need to remain calm and trust her,” I instructed. “She’s not a dumb creature, she’s keenly smart with a range of sensitive emotions,”

“She’s a...” Draco started to insult but stopped with a chirp from Buckbeak. “Okay, sure. Intelligent creature,”

Buckbeak chittered a laugh, causing Draco to jump about a foot back, toward me.

“She’s just laughing at you Draco,” I soothed, finding his hand, and placing it back in Buckbeak’s shoulder, again pressing my hand over his.

“She’s laughing?” He dismayed. “That’s brilliant. I’m being laughed at by a beast,”

“Would you rather be laughed at by a girl?” I challenged, smiling. “Now come on, try to see the world you live in and let’s have a ride, then you can officially pass Care of Mythical Creatures,”

“And you’re sure there’s not some Niffler that I can—”

“Come on Draco,” Buckbeak bowed allowing me to climb up, holding my hand out to him. “Don’t you want to see what Potter saw?”

Something sparked in his eyes and he took my hand with fierce determination, settling behind me on Buckbeak’s back, his arms around my waist. Buckbeak chirped once more then stretched out her wings and took off.

Draco clung to me as we began to soar higher in the sky, and all I could do was laugh, feeling the rush of wind against my face and the feeling of freedom in my heart. There was nothing that could stop me when I was up here, in the clouds, just as the sun sank behind the hills with its final goodbye.

“This... this is incredible,” Draco breathed out, relaxing enough to declaw from me.

“There’s a lot of incredible things out there if you’re willing to let someone show you,” I noted, leaning back into him.

“About a world I don’t see?” He mused.

“Exactly,” Smiling I looked to the rising moon. “Your nose is so stuck in social behavior and hierarchies that you miss everything going on around you,”

“I can’t see them when I’m up here,” His candor was soft and intentional. “She truly is an amazing creature,”

“You should see a thunderbird,” I whispered, petting Buckbeak’s feathers gently. “My grandad took me to America once to see one. He was beautiful and the size of the astronomy tower. Flying over the desert... stretches of wilderness, and the never-ending horizon... the sunset colors...”

We were silent for a while as Buckbeak drifted back toward solid ground on the outskirts of the black lake. Draco hopped off and offered me his hand, aiding me in dismounting.

“You’ve been to America?” He asked thoughtfully as we walked along the castle grounds.

“I’ve been all over,” I smiled at the cobblestone under our feet. “I’m particularly fond of Greece, they have the best stories and creatures. Though they do have Sirens, so best be careful by the shores of Sicily.”

“You really like Mythical Creatures, don’t you?” The softness of his tone startled me.

“Yes,” my answer was gentle. “My grandfather knows so much... he’s been all over traveling, caring for them... learning. I just want to make him proud,”

“You got me on a Hippogriff. He should be plenty proud of you,” Draco nudged my shoulder as we walked.

“Thank you,” My cheeks flushed. “Also, consider yourself passing Care for Mythical Creatures,”

“Really? That’s it?” His shock caused my brow to furrow.

“Was that not enough? You only seemed opposed to Buckbeak and after tonight I don’t see an issue. Was I wrong somewhere else?”

“Uh, no. I just... tonight was nice. Seeing the world through your eyes... and I thought maybe...” Draco stumbled over his words.

“Maybe?” I prompted, butterflies fluttering in my chest, hopeful.

“I... never mind,” he sighed.

We stood at the top of the stairs, ready to part separate ways.

“Draco,” I called, and he turned to me a spark of something in his eyes. “...good night,”

He nodded and headed down the stairs as I ascended them wondering what went wrong between us.

The next few days weren’t out of the ordinary. I informed Sprout that Draco was just fine with caring for mythical creatures and all went back to normal. The old normal. But somehow that one night had caused a paradigm shift in me. I wanted the new normal. That had Draco in it.

Choosing the next best thing, I snuck out and made my way down to Hagrid’s to see Buckbeak when I heard a soft voice already coming from the back of the hut.

“I’m being stupid,” He muttered to Buckbeak. “This is stupid. I’m stupid,”

“Well, you are talking to a hippogriff,” I chimed in and Draco jumped about a foot back. Buckbeak bayed in agitation but after bowing to her she settled.

“What in the blazes are you doing here?” Draco hissed.

“Isn’t that my question for you?” I asked, stroking Buckbeak’s chin. “You’re normally a rule follower Mr. Malfoy,”

“Yeah well,” He toed the dirt and buried his fingers back in Buckbeak’s silvery feathers along we shoulder. “I missed her,”

Buckbeak nuzzles her head into my shoulder causing me to laugh.

“She missed you too,” I met his eyes, and though it only added onto the handful that I ever had, the silver in his blue eyes paralleled with the moonlight refracting off of Buckbeak’s feathers. My eyes quickly dropped as I worried my lip.

“Look, Y/n, you’re... and last night was...” Draco fumbled for his words.

“It’s okay,” My eyes didn’t waver from Buckbeak. “I know what you’re gonna say,” A small smile played at my lips.

“I don’t think you do,” Draco interrupted.

“I do know,” I refuted. “And I know I’m different. I know what others say about me. Even a few rumors from you. And it’s okay. It was one night.” Buckbeak thrummed a soft comfort as I stroked her muzzle. “I know I’m odd and I know I don’t belong,”

“Like I belong any more than you do,” Draco sighed. “The world you say you don’t belong in... the one that I’m trapped in. I don’t want to belong there. With their rules and expectations... I... I like it out here. I like it with you.”

I paused in my stroking of Buckbeak’s muzzle and peered at him.

“You see them? The rules? And you follow them?” I was deeply confused.

“Those rules keep me treading water. I would drown without them,” He sounded defeated

“It’s so... trivial.” I mused.

“And stupid,” a smile played at his lips before it fell.

“Maybe I misjudged you, Draco,” His eyes flashed to mine and I offered a smile. “Apparently, I know your mask very well... but if you want... I’d love to know who’s behind it,”

A smile dawned on his face. Like I had just given him the best news. The light in his eyes was undeniable happiness.

“You’re incredible,” He chuckled out, resting his hand over mine on Buckbeak.

And as it so happened, Buckbeak jostled, using her wing to shove Draco in my direction with such force that we both toppled to the ground. Neither of us were annoyed. Rather we laughed as I found myself pinned beneath Draco, staring at his grey eyes. My gaze quickly adverted.

“Hey,” He called softly, propping up on his elbows, still pinning me to the ground. “Look at me,”

“Draco,” I complained.

“Just look at me,” I heard the smile in his voice. I complied, meeting joy and comfort in those gossamer eyes. “Would you be mine?”

“Yes,”

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the serpent beneath

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[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Mother!MC with Demon Brothers + Luke Headcanons

Scenario: Instead of a younger human, the Devildom welcomes a mother (with a 3-year old son in tow) into the exchange program. 

intro + headcanons about how the brothers would interact with her 

no romance… just uwu

bonus how the brothers would treat the son (why son? Perhaps because I too want a son)

Female reader!! (MC is referred to as she in this post) 

bonus character: Luke :3c

I JUST WANT THEM TO FEEL LOVED OK

Lucifer wasn’t prone to believe in fate-- and the beginnings of the exchange program was just another reason why he did not. He let the breeze-- the wind pick a human applicant for him; and if he had gone through every application (though he wasn't completely sure he'd be sane by the end of it all) maybe this situation wouldn't have happened. 

"What do you mean you can't be one of our exchange students?" Diavolo inquired, more curious than anything, an amused smile gracing his lips.

"I have a son," she said hesitantly. And there he was, peering around at the assembly room in his mother's arms that were wrapped protectively around him.

A mother and her human child, Lucifer thought blearily. One could only imagine what would happen if both of them remained here. (Which is why he never cut corners in anything he ever did ever because the one time he does, things go to shit. Damn Diavolo for enabling him.)

--

Lucifer

disgruntled by the adjustments made to accommodate a human child and his mother; mf will he ever rest

probably has to worry about babysitting duties delegated to his brothers 

however, pleasantly surprised by MC's calm demeanor and reliable personality; finally another competent person in the house he doesn't have to really pick up after

...actually adores her and her son

accidentally does things to please her without really realizing it and hates the slight disappointment or worry he sees when he goes through sleepless nights or lashes out from anger

doesn't remember the last time he's been chastised, but he's as embarrassed as he can be when she fusses over him

the hell coffee she makes for him every morning and the snacks she brings during his breaks makes him lowkey wanna cry-- he doesn’t know how to deal with a selfless, unconditional love

is used to being a single parent ngl so taking care of her son is kinda… easy especially if the son is compliant

finds himself pressing a kiss to his forehead absently and catches himself only after he's done it (bonus points if Barbatos takes a pic of it and sends it into their trio gc) 

“Barbatos, please delete this picture.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?”

“................”

ah he's attached, and so are his brothers, which kind of perturbed him a little but he’s kind of in the same boat after a short week or so

(if there was one brother who had a chance of harboring feelings for a mother mc, it’d be Luciiiiiiii uwuwuwuuwuuw; what can I say? He can’t resist the milf) 

eventually, he opens up to her about the war-- because if there was any human he’d trust with his secrets, it would be MC

Mammon

he's crying 

he doesn't think anyone has ever talked or held him as gently as MC

similar to the game, absolutely adores her and can't even lie about it

ok jk he's still a tsundere, but blushes every time MC looks at him with a knowing look because he can't lie convincingly enough that no, the head pats dont feel nice and no, he's just eating the lunch she made because it'll be a waste otherwise, ok?!

Her son definitely thinks he’s related to Mammon

Definitely the first one to accidentally call her “mom” 

But hey don’t blame him-- he’s weak to how MC looks at him endearingly as she brushes hair out of his face motherly, like he can do no wrong 

Nothing can compare to how Mammon feels when MC tells him she’s proud of him

feels legit guilty when she calls him out on his habits of stealing things to the point he remembers her voice when he tries to do it again-- basically his conscience ngl

she's like a cold hand to his feverish forehead, a cooling balm to the burn on his hand

when she defends him from his brother's insults, swears he'll protect her and her son 

on that note, adores her son too and her son adores mammon!

surprisingly (or not) good with kids and treats them well; plays with them, very lively and dynamic

takes babysitting pretty seriously-- makes him consider the fact that he might actually want to be a father in the future if possible

not that he doesn’t have reckless endeavors with her son... they just end up okay so no one is none the wiser until it shows up on someone’s devilgram or spoken about through Barbatos/Diavolo

Leviathan

Honestly doesn’t know how to to react 

A little miffed tbh that he finds it so easy to talk to her about…. Everything??? 

When he enlisted her (and her son) to get his money back from Mammon, did he expect to rant to her about all his animes and gush about his figurines to her because that was one of the first time someone’s allowed him to indulge in his hobbies and listen patiently?

No, and now he’s crying 

And the fact she gently addresses his self-deprecating comments and urges him to see how she sees him (smart, witty, forgiving)---

Will probably do anything for MC and anything she says at this point; the pact is just a formality LOL

Listens to her and genuinely thinks the things she does for him is in his best interest 

Had a hard time knowing how to deal with her son for a while, simply because he doesn’t know what he could do to actually entertain the child

Then finds out he could literally put up TSL or any of his favorite animes and the kid will watch it-- and ABSORB

Levi might as well be the kid’s best friend at this point-- dubbs him ‘Henry’-- which is really the greatest compliment MC thinks her son can get from him

Honestly volunteers to babysit him and proceeds to spoil him rotten

Satan

Slightly annoyed at how motherly she is at the beginning-- he takes her care and actions as if she treats him like a child

Finds it frightening how soothed he feels when he’s around her

There’s something about an older, calming presence that saps the anger from him and makes him feel like he can be himself around MC

Surprisingly the second person to accidentally call MC by “mom” probably an hour after he makes fun of Mammon for doing it (lol karma)

isn't one to seek out her attention like with levi, mammon, or asmo but is pleased whenever he does have time to spend with her because she always seems to have insight on everything and a strange wisdom that all mothers apparently do

has a lot of late night talks with her about her life, her career, what it's like having a child

often finds himself asking her for advice, and even if she doesn't have the answer, he always comes out of it thoughtful and clear minded 

always willing to take care of her son; delights in reading him his favorite books and enacting the exciting scenes 

always treats him like an adult to the point that their conversations are really funny to listen to

"So would you say the author's intent of the blue door was to convey the agony of grief?"

"I like the color blue."

"As did the protagonist; hm, you bring up a good point."

the son is Satan's partner in crime against Lucifer 

"It's better if we do this, isn't that right?"

"Yeah!" MC’s child says, happily chewing on his favorite snack that Satan always gives to him and honestly not caring about the conversation at hand at all

"See? He agrees with me!”

And Lucifer just sighs bc he always loses in these arguments and Satan is unbearably smug

Asmodeus

similar to Satan, finds her presence in Devildom to be very pleasant and calming

she never seems to be disapproving of his past times, and Asmo is endeared by the way she never fails to say "stay safe" or "have fun!" or even "do you want me to leave the front lights for when you come back?"

the little motherly ways in which she shows she cares makes Asmo adore her

loves taking her shopping; always has a good time just gossiping, trying new clothes, or having a girls night out with self careeeee

when her son tags along, loves to have him dress up too or try on make up and it's too adorable NOT to post on devilgram

pretty sure MC's son has trended on devilgram before-- but that was the first and last time because Lucifer yelled at him for advertising the fact there was a human child in Devildom

which Asmo thinks is silly because he's pretty sure the caption under the selfie of the three of them ("So adorbs! I've only had MC's son for a day, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in Devildom and then myself. Teehee!") would have deterred any demon from laying a finger on him

When Asmo has him for babysitting duties, always loves to bathe him and play with bubbles, morphing his hair into an afro or an equally fashionable hairdo

actually very attentive to the child!!

Beelzebub

Not much changes from how Beel treats MC, but does view her actions in a more motherly manner 

I think one thing that would change is that-- considering MC is a mother of her own child, is actually very protective of the brothers and sensitive to their changes in moods

When Lucifer gets angry at Beel and Luke, MC is furious and furiously protective, not yielding one bit or hesitating to put herself in front of them because of her instincts-- Beel has never admired her more 

Physical strength has always something he can easily understand, but it is the strength of wills and of bravery that surprises him every time 

After Mammon and Satan accidentally calls you “mom” Beelzebub has no qualms with calling you by mom either-- I mean, what’s the shame in that? Everyone already thinks of you as their mother-figure anyways

MC helps him deal with the loss of his sister

With MC’s child… You know that one meme with the two ways dad deals with kids: one is softly kissing his child on the forehead as he sleeps and the other is carrying his kid by the leg with one arm

Both of them is Beel 

carries the kid around in the weirdest ways sometimes, including on his head, in one hand like he's holding a trophy, upside down (dw the kid thinks it's funny)

main transport is on his shoulders though; thinks it's kinda cute how the kid puts his arms around his head

wouldn't love anything more but to nap with him, but Beel is afraid of hurting him when he sleeps

Is the softest with MC’s son--- he’s not used to being the older brother, so he takes this responsibility kind of seriously 

Always makes sure the food that MC’s son eats is appropriate so he tastes/tries it first… and sometimes ends up eating all of it, but he always manages to succeed in feeding the kid so it’s all good

Belphegor

Wants to hate MC so badly the first time they meet when he’s in the attic

He’s supposed to HATE humans, damn it-- why the hell is MC trying to be so motherly and understanding, huh?? How dare she make him guilty after he lied to her like wlkjaflksjfkjasdlfj

Out of all of them, seeks MC the least; whether it’s from guilt or the fact that her presence reminds him of the things and resentment he used to hold against her 

Takes a little more cajoling from MC to talk to her and explain how he’s feeling so they can move past it

He’d rather die than let anyone else know that he teared up when they talked about Lilith and how he felt about everything; urges Belphie to talk to Lucifer and seek reconciliation with him individually (because it may be a family problem, but the feud was between the two of them, don’t you think?)

Finally gets the redemption arc he deserves and feels a lot lighter knowing that everything that has happened is now in the open and he’s ready to start healing 

In avoiding MC after the whole debacle, Belphie ends up spending more time with her son because he thinks Belphie is fascinating and Belphie has no clue why 

Similarly to Satan, treats the kid like he would anyone else but does find it amusing if the kid chases after his tail like a cat

Always ends up napping with him whenever MC’s son takes a nap-- after all, what’s easier than looking after a kid if you’re BOTH asleep?

Keeps an eye on him by putting a hand on his torso as they nap together

Uses MC’s son as an excuse to not do something, especially when Lucifer tells him to do something he doesn’t like to do

Honestly the son is a part of his arsenal-- he knows how weak everyone is for this kid (and so is he tbh but more lowkey) so cute pics of him is like… currency (Mammon WISHES he thought of this first) 

Bonus:

Luke

MC practically adopts him the moment she lays eyes on him-- how could she not? Luke may as well be her other son

Luke can’t say no, especially after she saves him from Lucifer

Definitely calls her mom by accident and the brothers tease him-- only for him to retort back that “don’t you ALL call her by mom?” and they shut up lol

Simeon still gets to tease Luke though heheh 

Really really really tries hard not to refer to MC as mom, but it slips out sometimes and no one even bats an eye 

Baking together is such a family bonding moment

Treats MC’s son most like his younger brother almost automatically and makes sure he doesn’t get into any trouble while he’s taking care of him (though he does anyways) 

Kind of likes the responsibility of babysitting MC’s son; makes him feel trusted

(MC takes the cutest pics of them together when they fall asleep; starts thinking about maybe having another child wouldn’t be so bad)

[bavrenilia]

yandere headcannons | om!lucifer & mammon

tw: manipulation, exhibitionism, mentioned/implied oral (m.receiving), mindbreaking.

 Lucifer

ー He wouldn’t threaten you obviously but one look from him would be more than enough to put you in your place, he’d fixate his eyes on you and you would feel the shivers running down from your spine.

ー Lucifer would be there for you unconditionally, tries his best to spend time with you as much as possible, keeps you right beside himself even if he’s busy with work. He keeps doing things like these until you start to feel uncomfortable whenever you two are apart from each other. His ulterior motive is to make you an addict- an addict of him. He definitely makes you addicted to himself so that you would feel like you need him every second, being away from him makes you feel less energetic and sad.

ー If you two are arguing about something he just keeps his cool and talks to you calmly only to drive you more mad. If you start to yell or get aggressive he quickly would ask you to calm down, he’d make you believe that you are the one who is making “a little argument turn into something big.” You find yourself begging for his forgiveness, he’d make you cry before you even knew it. With tears in your eyes he makes you promise that you’ll never say something against him—he assures you that if you don’t make any trouble, he’ll never get mad at you. By doing this he not only makes you boost up his own ego, but also he makes you think that you’re the one who’s at fault.

ー If you ever try to escape.. oh boy this man will go feral. He doesn’t make it obvious at first, he asks you what he did wrong and manipulate you as much as he can.

“My love.. did I do something to upset you? Am I not enough? Not worthy of your love? Please tell me what can I do to be worthy of your love.. so that I can try my best to be a man who’s good enough for you.”

ー If someone approaches you on his sight, that’s the last drop for him. You’re his and his only. You belong to him and no one can get close to you more than him. You are his to admire, his to love, his to take care, his to shower in compliments. Even if you try to not pay attention to the person who’s trying to approach you, he’d blame it on you. He’d probably hurt that person, telling you that you are the cause of this because you never listen to him; because you keep getting attention and he has to do something about it.

“My dear.. what did I tell you about flirting with others?”

“I.. I wasn’t flirting with them, it was just a small talk about our class.”

“You can talk to me, you know. I have every answer to your every question, I am the only one who you can rely.. so why would you step out of your boundaries to communicate with a person who’s as low as them? You see.. if you let them get close to you, I have no other choice than to let them know who you belong to. Do you see what you are doing to them? That’s your fault for not listening to my words and warnings. It’s not me who’s hurting them, it’s you.”

When you see Lucifer’s text, inviting you to his room, you know that you have no other option to obligate. You are on your feet before you even know it, rushing to his room because you already saw his text later than usual—he’ll definitely get mad. What were you doing? Nothing can be important than him, right? When you get to his room you knock on the door and wait for his answer. His voice is hoarse as he says, “come in”, from the other side of the door. As soon as you step inside the room, you see your classmate all beaten up. The poor demon looks at you with total fear and you can’t help but gasp at the scene in front of your eyes.

“Lucifer, what’s happening?”, you ask reluctantly but he takes his sweet time to come closer to you and place a soft kiss to your lips. The feeling of his soft lips against yours makes you feel lost. Are you disgusted? Or do you want him to keep kissing you? A tingling feeling makes you ache but you can’t take your eyes from your classmate.

“You need to tell me what’s happening, my love. You were flirting with them earlier today, weren’t you?”

“No.. no we weren’t flirting. He is in the same class with me, he asked for my notes and we talked about finals, that’s it.”

“And what did I tell you about this?”

The air becomes thick and you swallow, try your best to keep your tears back—because you know that Lucifer will get even more mad if you cry. He’ll think that you’re crying because you value that demon, he’ll get so many wrong ideas so you definitely can’t do that.

“I don’t need anyone else beside you, Lucifer.”

“That’s right”, he gives you a soft smile before he grabs the demon’s hair harshly and pulls on it. “Do you think that they’re better than me? What can they possibly give you that I can’t?”

“Nothing.”

“A little bit louder, love. They might not hear you.”

“They don’t worth my time, I don’t need them. You’re the only one who knows the best for me, so I don’t need anyone else but you.”

“Ah, that’s right.. so why did you  not care about all my warnings and still talked to them? Do you see what you’re doing to them? You’re hurting them, it is no one’s but your fault. You understand this, right?”

“I.. I do.”

“I think someone is unsure about the answer.. is that so?”

You quickly step forward to hold Lucifer’s hand and make him let go of the demon who’s clearly in pain but it only makes Lucifer’s grip even more harsh. His red eyes glisten and you feel like you are unable to move as the demon grunts in pain. Your chest feels heavier because of the sight but you bite the tip of your tongue—you have to hold yourself back, or else Lucifer know no boundaries.

“It won’t happen again, I promise”, you mumble and take a step closer to him. Lucifer wastes no time to pull you closer to himself, he kicks the demon who’s kneeling right beside him. He kisses you deeply before pushing you down on your knees.

“That’s my pretty baby.. let’s show him who you belong to, hm?”

Your face gets red with the humiliation because you know what’s going to happen.

“Show him what that pretty mouth of yours has to do instead of talking with them.”

Mammon

ー Ah this boy.. he’d definitely make you feel pity him at first.

ー His bothers are always insulting him, bullying him, telling him to die.. you are the only one who supports him no matter what. If he loses you, he’ll be nothing. Only you are taking good care of him, value him and listen to him carefully so if you leave him and he ends up in a bad situation it’s your fault.

“I don’t even know what I’d do without you.. you protect me, you comfort me. You are the only one who I can rely on, you know that right?”

ー Lots of crying.

ー When he gets mad at you, he immediately starts crying and makes you feel guilty—why? Because you couldn’t take care of him. If you had tried harder, he wouldn’t be crying right now. You have to do your best only for him. Your time, your love, your energy… your everything belongs to him.

ー He is your first and wants to be your first at everything. Wants to be your first man, wants to be your first kiss, first boyfriend and the list goes on like this.

ー Always holding your hand, kissing you, playing with your hair etc.. everyone has to know who you belong to—who you devoted yourself to.

ー If you ever try to escape he will start to manipulate you, telling you that he’d never expect this from the person who he’s in love with; the person who he trusts most.

ー If you ever get close to someone other than him /including his brothers/ he’ll start to talk about how he’s not worthy of your anything.

“Do you see me as a poor excuse of a demon just like my brothers? Will you replace me with someone better than me? I am so sorry, I am sorry for not being able to give you what you want. Baby.. I’m begging you, please give me another chance. I’ll prove you that I am worthy of everything that you give to me, just stay by my side please. I need you. You are the only one for me.. you’re all I have. If you leave me alone, I will be nothing.”

Mammon rests his head on your thigh, completely calm and silent as he starts to draw invisible circles on your soft skin. He touch is soft and soothing—it shouldn’t be soothing but you can’t help the way you’re leaning into his touch. His breath is hot on your skin and after a minute his tears start to make your leg wet. He’s crying, shaking uncontrollably as he buries his face. You run your fingers through his soft locks and try to comfort him but you can’t even bring yourself to actually say something.

“Everyon’s seeing me as nothing but a loser, nothing but a fucking waste of time. Do you agree with them?”

“No, Mammon no.. why would you think like that?”

“I saw you today with someone from our class, you were smiling at them. Do you like them more than you like me?”

Your heart aches as you hear his words.. he only has you, he made it clear from the very beginning. If you’re not there for him, he’ll be lost. You can’t be so selfish, right? You can’t leave him behind because everyone around him just uses him, treats him badly and acts like he’s nothing but a complete failure. You’re the only one who make him realize his own worth, so if you ever leave him.. he’ll be getting shoved around like a toy.

“You are the only one I love, Mammon.. they were telling me about something—but it wasn’t important, I don’t even remember what we were talking about. You see, no one is more valuable than you to me. I am here to support you no matter what, you know that.. don’t you?”

His sobs finally come to an end, he lifts his head up to look at you and his small smile makes you want to cry. You don’t want to see him broken like this. Never and ever.

He starts to place kisses on your inner thigh, his lips quiver with the contact of your soft and warm skin.

“I want to be the best for you”, he mumbles against your skin and it takes every piece of sanity that you have to not make a sound right at that moment. He doesn’t like it when you’re quiet. He needs everyone to know that he’s the only one who can make you feel like this, who can pleasure you like this. He needs to—no, he has to hear your voice.

His bites your skin harshly before giving you any time and you quickly tuck on his hair as you cry out his name.

“That’s much better.. my pretty human, you’ll be even louder for me, hm? You’ll let me devour you the way I want because that’s what I deserve. I deserve everything that you can possibly give me.”

[hockeyblogg]

age (ch.3) - f.andersen

Author’s Notes: Hey y’all, here’s the third part to Age, I really really hope this one is as good as the other two and that you all enjoy it. There will be a part 4, and I'm working on that one right now ! *not proofread*

Warnings: slight more angst. that’s it.

Freddie twirls your yellow scrunchie in his hand as he’s driving to Mitch’s to come and finally talk to you.

For the last two weeks he’s been dying to answer your calls and texts, wanting nothing more than to have you back in his arms, and even just back in his life. But every time he came as close to pressing the accept button, he always heard everyone’s voices in his head, nagging at him, telling him he wasn’t good enough.

He tried so hard to accept that fact, but as the days rolled by, he found himself finding the littlest things that connected to you.

A day after you left, he came back home to find you left your favourite wine in the fridge, and after seeing all of your things were gone, the bottle was as good as empty.

Three days after you left, he was in the living room, laying on his couch. But something kept poking his back and he couldn’t quite get comfortable, and as he pulled the object out of his couch, he quickly noticed that it was your old hairbrush that you lost. And he laughed at the memory of your eyes lighting up when he bought you the one you have now. You were always appreciative of the small gifts.

When the sixth day came by, it was only getting harder for Fred, they had another game that night and they lost. Fred doesn’t usually cry when the boys lose, because he always had you. Coming back to his apartment to see you weren’t there and was met with complete silence, he didn’t even take off his shoes before he kneels on the floor and lets the tears fall.

Freddie was a grown ass man who could make his own decisions, he told himself he could handle everything, he told himself that no one else mattered as long as you and he were happy, and he thought he could believe it to. Something snapped in him after your visit to your parents, your father’s words hit a nerve.

My daughter can do so much better than a washed up player like you.

Not only did he tell him he wasn’t good enough for his daughter, but he insulted his hockey skills too. Not that it was necessarily more important, but the term washed up was often used to describe a creepy old player who thought he could still play with the younger guys. Is that what you saw him as? Did you think it was a little weird for someone his age to be still playing?

It was almost as if your dad opened up his insecurities with just one sentence. Thirty isn’t that old, there’s players older than him that are still playing, but you know how insecurities are; complex and unnecessary. The most important thing in his life was you, and every day he was filled with fear that he was going to lose you. And now he had.

The only person he could think to call was his mom, so after calming down a bit, he grabs his phone from his pocket and clicks her contact.

Søn? (son?)

Hej mor (Hi mom)

Du ringer normalt ikke efter spil, hvad er der galt? (you don’t normally call after games, what’s wrong?)

Nå, vi tabte… (well, we lost…)

Åh jeg er ked af det søn, hvor er Y/N? (oh, I’m sorry son, where is Y/N?)

Det var det, jeg kaldte dig om, vi brød sammen... (that’s what I called you about, we broke up…)

And for the rest of that night he talked with his mom, who gave him a lot of advice and told him exactly what he needed to hear. He cried some more but his mother quickly shushed him, encouraging him that everything will work out. She told him that maybe this needed to happen, so that you and Fred would figure something out about one another that you needed to. They talked until it’s the early hours in the morning and she tells him to get some rest, bidding him a goodnight and a I love you my son, before hanging up.

Almost two weeks later, he’s in his bathroom searching for another razor, opening every drawer, and when he gets to the one way at the bottom, it used to be yours, he finds your favourite yellow scrunchie. He grabs it and smiles slightly at the reason behind it. Shaking his head, he stares at himself in the mirror, “What are you doing?” Sighing, he puts the scrunchie around wrist, and keeps it there.

The next day after practice, he sure as hell wasn’t expecting Mitch to blow up at him like that, but he didn’t blame him. He wasn’t angry at Mitch, he couldn’t be, he understood exactly where Mitch was coming from. Here he was, worrying about his own feelings towards everything and he didn’t even try to acknowledge yours. And that thought alone had him jumping into his car and following Mitch back to his place.

Mitch had just gotten home and him and Steph were in their room, getting ready to run to the grocery store, you sat on their couch, towel wrapped your head after just having a shower.

“Alright, we’ll be back soon, don’t tear this place apart.” Mitch teases and you throw one of the couch pillows at him, “See? This is what I mean.” He picks up the pillow and throws it back. You shake your head and laugh until there’s a knock on the door, “Come in!” Steph yells, going into the kitchen to grab her purse.

The door opens and you turn away to face the tv, nervously playing with the remote, and you hear him speak, “Can I talk to Y/N?” Mitch nods, “Yeah, Steph and I were just about to head out.” Speaking of, Steph walks back in but doesn’t say a word, just shoots a reassuring smile at Fred before her and Mitch leave.

Freddie takes his shoes off and slowly makes his way around the couch, sitting on the one opposite to you, “Y/N…” You don’t look up and Fred feels even more guilty, “You uhm, you forgot your favourite scrunchie.” You look up then, and stare at the yellow elastic in his hand, reaching your hand out, he comes and hands it to you, taking the seat next to you.

Fred speaks again, “Do you remember why it’s your favourite?” You nod, “It’s your favourite colour, Fred.” He smiles, “Not really.” You furrow your eyebrows and go to question him but he stops you, “You got this a day after our first year anniversary, because of the day before,” he grabs your hand, “On our first year anniversary, we were sat on the hood of my car, watching the sunset by the bridge. You decided it was a good idea to play twenty questions, so we did. On your tenth question, you asked me what my favourite colour was, saying that you didn’t know, and before I could answer you shouted at me to let you guess.”

Your tears are pooling in your eyes at the memory, how everything seemed so perfect then, when very few people knew about you two, you got to live your relationship without any judging eyes.

Fred sniffs but continues the story, “You thought for a second before yelling out the colour yellow, and just as I was about to correct you, I saw how hopeful your eyes looked, I saw how the golden colours from the sunset bounced off your skin, how the rays from the sun made it look like you had your very own halo on top your head, your eye colour just a little bit brighter and glossy that I could see myself in them, and how much love you held just by staring at me, and in that moment you looked like an angel, a soft, golden angel, and I couldn’t believe you were mine. I didn’t have a favourite colour, but I decided then, that yellow would be.”

You let out a sob and wrap your arms around his neck, and he wraps his around your middle. You both must have looked a mess, the both of you crying and falling apart in your friend’s living room.

Freddie pulls away but keeps your hands in his, “I’m sorry dronning, for everything, for breaking up with you, for not returning any of your calls, ignoring you, and most of all, not talking to you about how I was feeling. I hadn’t considered at all how you feel about all of this and for that I am so sorry, and you have every right to be angry and upset.” You shook your head at his words, “Fred, I should be the one who’s sorry, it wasn’t just your fault, I should have asked you how were you feeling, I should have been a shoulder to lean on, I should have supported you with all of this.”

You squeeze his hand in his, “We both are responsible, I guess we aren’t that good at communicating as we thought.” Fred chuckles at your words and nods his head, “No, but we can be. If you come back to me, I promise to always be honest with you, always talk to you, and always be there for you, if you let me.”

You both know there are somethings that are still left unsaid; your parents, the ring, whether or not you want to move back in. But for now, you just wanted to be held by him, to feel his strong arms wrapped around you and make you feel like nothing could ever hurt you. You can talk more later, right now you just want to rest.

“I’ll always come back to you.”

Mitch and Steph got back around an hour after you two talked, and when they walked in, they couldn’t help but awe at the sight of their two friends asleep on their couch, wrapped in each other’s arms and the faint sound of your steady breathing.

As quietly as they could, they bring in all their grocery bags and put them away, and Steph gets started on dinner.

You wake up to the faint smell of spaghetti and the sound of dishes clanking together. You stretch out and notice that Freddie isn’t with you anymore, and it’s then you hear soft voices coming from the kitchen too. Getting up, you turn the tv on and click a random sports channel, seeing them talk about the plays of the week.

You walk into the kitchen and see Steph getting everyone’s spaghetti into the bowls and the two boys sat at the table. They all look up and greet you before going back to what they were doing, “Y/N, would you mind grabbing some water from the fridge, as well as some cans of pop?” You nod at Steph’s request and open their fridge, grabbing the four of you some drinks and placing them on the table.

“Dinner is all done…” Steph announces, handing you and Fred your bowls, Fred thanks her and scoots closer to you, “Hey elsker, did you have a nice nap?” You nod, “Did you?” He smiles, “With you in my arms? Of course I did.” You giggle at his cheesy line and finish eating.

After dinner is done and you’ve helped Steph clean, you all sit together in the living room and watch movies until it’s late enough to where Fred goes back his place and you three part ways to go to sleep.

It’s the next morning and you wake to hear a shower running and someone in the kitchen, you assume they’re making breakfast. Groaning, you stretch your limbs and sit up, looking around the room and at your suitcases. You throw the blanket off and stand up to make your bed. You spend a little bit of your time cleaning the room and then make your way to your suitcases to pick out a pair of clothes so you can shower. You had a big day planned and you hope you get it all done.

_

As you and Steph were clearing the table, having just ate breakfast, you fell into an easy conversation about the game tomorrow, to which you would be attending now that you and Freddie have worked things out, and as you went to throw the rest of the garbage away she asked you if you wanted to join them and check out a few shops downtown. Thinking about it, you shook your head, “Thanks but, I actually have a few things to do today.” You smiled at her, she looked up, “Oh okay, do you want to use my car, we’ll be taking Mitchie’s.” Unsure of her suggestion, you shrugged, “I couldn’t ask you for that, I already asked for too much.” She waved you off, continuing to push the chairs in, “It’s no problem girl, so long as you put gas in, it’s fine.”

After agreeing that you’ll for sure fill it up after you’re done using it, you both nodded and she stopped you before you walked out, telling you that she put some of your clothes in the wash and they should be ready to be thrown in the dryer.

You nodded once more, thanking her, and walked down the hall into the laundry room they had, moving your clothes into the dryer and looked to see she had a basket full of her and Mitch’s clothes, waiting to be throw in. Since she had done some of your clothes, you picked it up and you put them in the wash, putting in detergent and turning it on. Putting the empty basket back on the shelf you looked down, seeing you were in sweats and a tank top. Chewing your lip, you decided this outfit was good enough and just opted for asking Mitch if you can borrow one of his sweaters, you didn’t need to dress up for where you were going anyways.

Coming out of the laundry room you met with Mitch, who was now carrying his keys, phone, and wallet, “Oh hey, do you think I can borrow one of your sweaters? Mine-” He cuts you off before you can finish, already turning around to re-enter the bedroom, “Of course, here...”

He comes out as fast as he went in and hands it to you, “Where to?” he asks. You take it and slip it on, “Well, actually I need to go and see my parents.”

Nodding his head, his mouth made an ‘o’ shape, “Ohhh, I see, alright, have a safe trip there and back, we’ll see you later.”

Telling him the same, you take Steph’s keys and go to slip on your shoes, walking out just as they’re pulling out of the driveway. Waving, you jump into Steph’s car, buckling up and taking the time to know the controls, then backing out of the driveway.

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It’s been about an hour and you’re just getting to your parents, parking in front thinking about what exactly you were going to say to your parents. Of course, you couldn’t start with anger and shouting, you had to handle this like an adult, because that’s what you were, whether they believed it or not.

After a while you took a deep breath and opened your door, stepping out and making your way toward their front door. You didn’t even get a chance to knock before your mom had opened it, giving you a smile that was filled with sympathy, “Oh my baby, we saw you get out of your car, come in.”

You kept a straight face as you took off your sandals and walked into the living room, seeing your dad sitting on the couch. “We need to talk, mom can you sit down please.”

Standing in front of your parents you tried to find the right words, that is until your father spoke, “Did he leave you sweetheart? I knew it, he hurt you, and-” You didn’t let him finish, “Oh please dad, don’t even finish that sentence. You and I both know why he left, and it wasn’t because you were right, but rather the opposite.”

Your mom stopped you, “Don’t speak to him like that Y/N, we are your parents.”

You shook your head again, “Just because you’re my parents doesn’t give you the right to choose who I love. You two are supposed to be my biggest supporters, and you can’t even do that. How do you think this made me feel, how do you think I felt when you were accusing the love of my life of all those things? I can assure you I didn’t feel so great. It hurt me deeply to hear those things come from you. Yes, Freddie left me, but it was because we go through this every day, we get hate for our relationship from everybody but his family, and his teammates. We thought maybe you two would support us as well, but you’re no better than everyone else. He left because he was hurt, he told me that it wasn’t fair to me if we continued to see each other, he told me that he didn’t want to hurt me.”

“Smart guy...” Your father mumbled.

You rolled your eyes, “You know what? Everybody keeps telling me what to do, how to feel, and when to feel it, but no one bothers to actually ask what I want or how I feel, everyone just assumes. Now, I’m here to tell you exactly what it is that I want, and I want him. I want Freddie in my life, I need him in my life, because he loves me, and I love him just as much, if not, more. He makes me happy, the happiest I’ve ever been, I thought that was enough for you guys to like him. I thought that’s all you ever wanted for me; to find someone who makes me happy and loves me for me. Maybe I’m wrong, but you’re not going to stand between us again, I won’t let you. So, whether or not you want to accept us, we’re still going to be together, because it’s Fred and I’s decision, not yours.”

Without waiting for an answer, you slip your shoes back on and walk out, hopping into your car and driving off.

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Almost two hours later, and here you are parked in front of Mitch and Steph’s, you didn’t feel like going in yet. You blink and look at the gas tank, realizing you forgot to fill it up, sighing you sit back up and start the engine, backing up and driving toward the gas station, glancing at the time you debate on going for a drive around the area, or going to Freddie’s and telling him everything.

You’re not necessarily sad or angry, rather in a daze. Still processing the fact that you stood up to your parents, thinking about if you had done that in the first place, perhaps you and Fred would still be together right now, but that’s in the past now.

You did the right thing eventually and decide that this is just a lesson learned, for both you and Fred, that no matter what anyone says, you will have each other to lean on, after all that’s what relationships are about. It doesn’t matter if you recognize it immediately or not, a lesson is learned in one’s own time, and that’s why it takes some people a little while to see the picture.

Smiling at your revelation, you texted Steph that you would be back soon and would need some help with going back to Fred’s.

Turning the radio up, you nod your head and start to sing the lyrics, deciding to have a bit of fun and let out the relief you felt. The relief of finally taking control of your own feelings and decisions.

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With a now-full tank and a bag of food, you’re getting out of Steph’s car and walking into their home. As soon as you open the door you see your stuff all ready to go, and Steph looks over from the living room, “Now that I think about it, it looks like we’re in such a rush to have you leave but I promise we’re not! It was so nice having you here, I just thought you maybe wanted to leave as soon as you got home.” She looks sheepish and you giggle, “It’s fine Steph, I get it. And I honestly can’t thank you both enough for helping not only myself but Freddie as well and allowing me to stay here while we were going through this.” You go to hug her, and she rubs your back, “Of course, it was no problem.”

Mitch helps you pack up and you all get into the vehicle, taking the familiar route to Freddie’s.

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You knock on Freddie’s door and notice you’re more nervous than you thought. Before you can bail though, Freddie opens the door, smiling when he realizes it’s you, “Good morning Y/N, how are ya?” You roll your eyes and he let’s out a short giggle, “Can I come in Fred, please?” He nods and makes way for you to enter, shutting the door as you take off your shoes.

You cross his living room, turning around the face him and sit down, “I need to tell you something.” Freddie nods and sits on one of the stools he has at the little island in his kitchen, “Okay.” You take a breath, “I went to see my parents yesterday,” you saw him look down at his lap, but continued, “I went to see my parents because I needed to tell them what I thought of our dinner.” He looked back up when he realized where you were going with this.

“I’m not at all trying to disregard how you felt because that’s not in my right, and I’m not trying to bring this all up again, but I just need to tell you how I felt, because just like my parents Fred, you tried to assume how I felt and how I was going to feel in the future, so please just listen to me.” You took his silence as a continuation, “While we were at the dinner, and I was hearing those things my parents were saying about you, to you, it broke my heart. I didn’t like the way they were speaking to you at all, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to say something to them. As you were breaking up with me you kept saying that it wasn’t fair to me to feel trapped and you wanted me to live my life,”

Fred was listening to you intently, “I felt sorrow and guilt, it broke me to know that I could do anything in that moment and it wouldn’t have stopped you, I felt so helpless, like I wasn’t good enough to make you stay, but that’s not your fault. I knew what was going to happen and I didn’t stop it, but like I told myself after, that was in the past and I want to move on, but I feel like the only way to move on was to communicate with you how it affected me, so that we both know where we stand next time something like this happens, which I hope it doesn’t. I understand that what people say hurts you, and you feel like you’re too old for me or whatever, but until I tell you myself how I feel, then please don’t doubt yourself or this relationship.”

Freddie waited until he was sure you were done before speaking up himself, “I’m sorry that I didn’t take the time to see where your head was at during that time, and I’m sorry for not always knowing it, but I can promise that in the future I will always remember to ask you how you’re feeling about something and try my hardest to make decisions based on both of our considerations.” You nodded, and accepted it, because that’s all you needed, for him to try, and you would do the same.

“C’mere elskede.” He opened his arms and you walked into them, happy to be in his arms once more, “Freddie?” You turned to look up at him, and he raised his eyebrow, “Hm?” You smiled, “Can I move back in?” He let out a belly laugh, “Of course my love, let’s go get your stuff.”

Letting go and walking over, sliding on your shoes and opening the door, you looked back at him, “Well actually, my stuff is downstairs.”

He set his car keys back down, “What?”

[popculturebuffet]

Legend of the Three Cablleros: Pyra-Mid Life Crisis Review “Get Back, Ya MonkeyBatDonkeyRat”

Saludos Amigos! After four days of working on intensly exausting and through projects, my best of the year list and second Scott Pilgrim review, it’s nice to get back to some fun hyjinks with my boys. And boy oh boy.. did I get that. This one was a fun one.. not the best so far and we’ll get to it’s flaws as we go but damn if it wasn’t hilarous and insanely weird. 

So let’s get right to it, on with the show.  We pick up where we left off, Leopold, Felldrake’s mummified monkeybatdonkeyrat, as the boys come to refer to him, is carrying donald off and after a game of “What the fuck is this thing” And Jose understandably asking Xandra what the fuck is that, they try freeing him wiht Xandra successfully shooting him down... before the boys nearly kill donald with spikes and other pointy things before using Panchito’s hat to catch him. 

So Leopold returns to his master, and Feldrake reveals his plan for the episode: Their going to egypt. Okay so FELDRAKE is the reason Ancient Egypt is so evil. Huh, you learn something every day.  Meanwhile the boys try to hide because well.. Donald just got kidnapped and they’ve been at this one day. After some meh shenanigans, Xandra reveals her world map, where she can fast travel to any location with a “spark point”. Oh boy that means we’ll be getting  Zoey’s Infinite Playlist Crossover any day now... but while we ait for that, and we get a nice bit of the boys comparing the map to a GPS and Xandra for once being the one whose totally lost with the girls just nodding for her to accept it. But she can also track felldrake with it. You may be wondering “Wait why and how” but I thought of that: Because the original cabs mission once freeing Xandra was undoing Feldrake’s damage, she likely set up the atlas to track traces of his magic, and any flare ups in case he somehow returned.

So our heroes are off to egypt, though while the girls are staying behind, they give Donald the magic mirror from last episode so they can call them if they need them. HOnestly.. a pretty clever setup and a way to let April, May and June help without having to shove them into every episode. And being a fan of Ducktales, having it feel organic that a character isn’t going and still finding things for them to do is just.. it’s nice okay. Seriously Frank why didn’t you watch this. You still have hte better show so far but come on. 

My griping about another show aside our boys are off to Egypt.. anddddd in the middle of the desert.... wait so Xandra set up fast travel world wide to alls orts of leylines and stuff.. but the best she could do in freaking egypt.. was in the middle of one of the many stretches of uninhabitable desert. 

I mean I get it for some locations but this is freaking Egypt.. why isn’t the pyramid their going to the fast travel point. Start making sense making sense! Anyways so Feldrake gets an easy lead because Xandra took her stupid pills when picking this spot while Xandra and the cabs sweat it out, eventually arriving after them. We also get a really great bit where Panchito and Jose give the camels their water, and then Donald naturally needs some. I”m.. i’m not giogn to questoin where theyg ot suplies or anything, again the bigger issue of “why was your mystical fast travel point in the middle of nowhere” still stands. I mean at least say it was the best she could do or it screwed up or something. Not just “whoops guess we gotta somehow get camels to get the pyramids. “ Sheldgoose and Feldrake are ahead of them, and while obviously I can’t cover EVERY single bit.. there is a TON of good banter this episode, as Kevin Micheal Richardson shows a humerous side to feldrake, constnatnly insulting Sheldgoose, rightfully so, and just in genereal being throughly hilarious. Which given I was expecting him to be a pretty 1 dimensional bad guy, It was a nice suprise. My faviorite being when they fall on a skeleton “You are useless.. not you Carla, I like you... liked you”. The point is our villians are ahead and our heroes have to get past Leopold. Xandra suggests strategy.. but Donald’s already ahead to do a Donald and yell at it, wanting revenge. Before Donald can die horribly, Xandra simply blinds him and they run inside, accidently triggering all the traps and taking out leopold. Leopold finds his master.. just in time for the Cabs to find a control room.. 

Oh.. the what has not even begun as a button Panchito presses.. sends a rocket off to the MOON. 

Yup their going there. As Feldrake explains to sheldgoose, rapidly as he dosent have the patience for it but to Sheldgoose’s credit he picks up on all of it, the pyramid is a ship, aliens built the pyramids in this universe, they  mysteriously vanished but left a city full of robot soldiers on t he moon, hence why we’re going there. 

Yeah this is GLORIOUSLY weird stuff, our heroes having to go into space to fight an army of astro-mummies and ancient robots copotped by an ancient sorcerer. Yes.. yes just.. gimmie. This is insane in the best ways. WHat’s not is that the boys can’t work the ship together as they approach the dark side of the moon... huh I wonder why the moonlanders left all this here. Questions for later.  Oh .. and theirs an astro mummy on board, forcing Panchito to reveal he’s a famous luchador and he and xandra hold him off while Jose and Donald TRY to pilot the ship but can’t translate the manual and just make things worse. Thankfully he remembers the mirror and asks the girls for help, so they put the instruction manal through a translator. 

So with our heroes subuding the mummy and having instructoins they finally encounter feldrake and sheldgoose, whose in a cool looking hood with a mask and is naturally baffled to find his idiot neighbors who screwed him over are on this spaceship with him, while Panchito asks to donald’s reply. “You ever been to a party where everyone knows everyone but you? “ “Every day of my life”. PFFT.  But the whole group notices their about to crash so the bad gys use the escape part which Xandra condems as cowardly.. before admitting that was her plan too. Thankfully the girls come through, and they land.. I mean kinda.. Donald insists on landing, but their alive so better than Jose expected.  So on the moon.. wait let me cue the approraite music. 

There we go. Scrooge is on the other side though, long story. Point is our boys disembark sharing the astromummy suit and Xandra says they need to work as a team. The.. where did this moral come from? No seriously their incompitent sure, ti’s part of their charm.. but this dosen’t reallyc ome up till the last act. Them not working together. Sure they push a lot of random buttons but this seems like they pulled a teamwork moral out of their ass, especailly since them learning to work together is a GOOD idea, it’s a classic trope for a reason teams take time to get the rythum right, it’s just sorta shohorned into an otherwise unrealted space adventure. But they soon find the bad guys have taken over a giant super robot, and have the army preparing to blast off for earth. Uh-Oh. While Xandra prepares to stand and fight the boys.. flee. 

And while this is played off as their usualy incompetence... their the right ones this time. Xandra is thor with hawkeye , the good one from the comics, aim. She is VERY powerful.. but as it bears out even she can’t take down a whole army. She can fight them well enougha nd destroys man, in a very awesome sequence reminscent of Claude from Fire Emblem three houses, been playing that lately good game, but... she’s one person. And the boys are three normal guys with no combat training in a clunky robot suit. What’d you EXPECT them to be able to do? They made the right call.. as while they ran off they also found a giant robot of their own so we get an evil sorecer versus donald duck, panchito and jose, both in giant robots on the fucking moon. 

Look at times i’m a simple man. But if you can’t enjoy donald duck and his two best friends fighting an evil sorecerer, his descedant voiced by Wayne Knight, and a donkey bat rat, with both parties in giant robots .. I don’t get you and enver will. Our heroes end up finally working together smoothly with each boy taking a leg and donald? “I’ll take the fists!”.. bad...ass. And he does and despite a tense fight our heroes win, destroy the ships and donald FUCKING UPERCUTS FELDRAKE’S MECH’S HEAD OFF AND SENDS THEM INTO SPACE. Our heroes won, relfect ont heir teamwork because apparnelty that’s the lesson and Feldrake and Sheldgoose head home, with Feldrake pointing out that those idiots being next door means their just an easier target for him. 

Fianl Thoughts; This was a fun episode. While the teamwork thing is kinda.. shoved in there everything else is just a brisque, fun and rediclous adventure episode. And this is from someone who dosen’t like the ancient aliens idea for the pyramid as it has racisim at it’s core.. but works here because clearly their just being rediclous. I didn’t even get to the flight attendant or half the jokes. This is just a really fun, charming, delightfully cheese episode. And sometimes.. that’s all you need. Unitl the next rainbow, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. 

[trulisthetic]

I had a bad day today. I did something stupid and got in an online argument with someone who told me that Jim and Pam were an unhealthy couple. I told her why I don't think that's the case without insulting her and got shot down anyway. What would you make of it?

This turned into a monster-post. Oops.

First and foremost, I’m really sorry that you had a bad day. My understanding is that that “someone” wasn’t very kind and respectful to you even though you were towards them. You know, the internet is such a wild place. Under the cover of online profiles we create for ourselves we sometimes act in ways we wouldn’t in real life. We forget that there is an actual person on the other end and not a heartless machine. And being on the receiving end of that... well, it sucks. I’m sorry you had to deal with that today.

I get that you feel like you did something stupid - because yes, online arguments don’t often get us anywhere, they only end up frustrating us, even hurting us sometimes. But trust me when I tell you this: If you were respectful and didn’t insult her, then you did absolutely nothing wrong. This wasn’t your fault. They’re the only ones accountable for their behavior. I get that you feel off right now, but really, all you can do from this point forward is; just keep swimming :P 

All that aside, not everyone is going to agree on everything at that is granted. And it is okay. That’s what makes the people that think like us and share our interests so special and beautiful in our eyes, you know? It’s okay if somebody on the internet doesn’t think Jim and Pam are a healthy couple. Maybe they trigger something for them - a reminder of a past relationship that didn’t end well. Or maybe there is no reason for it - this is just the way they view it. All of those are fine, everyone is entitled to an opinion. I would even be interested in hearing them out, because, honestly, I can’t think of how Jim and Pam’s relationship could possibly be considered unhealthy. But from what I understand - and correct me if I’m wrong! It’s just what I got from the way you phrased your question - the person you argued with didn’t really have many points themselves, they were just arguing for the sake of arguing, finding problems when there really weren’t any. And that’s what’s really problematic. When people go out and shout accusations of unhealthy and problematic and abusive relationships, all they do is make a fool out of the REAL problematic and abusive ones. And that’s the true tragedy in all this.

Now onto Jim and Pam themselves. It never even occurred to me that this would be an issue; their relationship being considered ‘unhealthy’.

Since day one, Jim and Pam have always ALWAYS brought out the best in one another. And I believe that anyone who argues on this point in particular has been watching a different show. I mean seriously, they were written this way. Their love was, to its core, written to be of the purest kind. They have a strong base as friends, which is the best foundation you can have in a relationship. And they’ve always been each other’s “person”, since the first season. The one they turn to every time they have a problem, like when Pam is frustrated with Roy, or when Jim dies of boredom. They’re partners in crime, their time together is full of the most awe-worthy combination of mischief and touching moments, and just... joy. Have you seen two people happier to just be with each other’s presence? Have you seen anyone’s eyes light up the way Jim’s does every time Pam “chooses him” when she’s “bored” or when she tells him he has “very nice teeth”? Have you seen on anybody else's face that wide smile (with the tongue peeking between the teeth) that Pam gets every time Jim takes a second too long to choose a jellybean flavor, or buys her a coke for a round of jinx? Those two bring the greatest amount of joy to each other, while doing the smaller, most insignificant things. The only thing that could possibly make them wrong would be if their relationship was toxic.

And Jim and Pam’s relationship is not toxic.

Let's look at some signs of a toxic relationship okay?

It feels bad. All the time. Well. I kinda just went through that. The only times it’s felt bad for them was when they were apart, in season 3 mostly, and then in season 9. And yes, they had marital problems. So, SO many couples do, if not every single one. They handled one situation poorly, and it backfired on them, and they drifted apart. And then they found their way back to each other. At this point, I want to quote one of my favorite pieces of writing, ever. I use it a lot, but it applies here so perfectly, so... @acutelesbian said: “A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.” A while later, she reblogged her own post and added: “I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class. After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort. She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice. Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation. The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with. The divorced ones said they chose to walk away. Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days. I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.” There it is. So. Jim and Pam had some issues during season 9. They didn’t communicate well, they made some poor choices, they didn’t handle the situation they were thrown in very gracefully. And yet they made a choice, the choice to stay and push and fight for their relationship. They went to therapy, together. They opened up, discussed their feelings, communicated, worked out a solution. They chose each other, even though at the time they weren’t each other’s favorite person. They went through a rough patch and came out of it together, stronger than ever. And HAPPY. If that’s not the epitome of a healthy relationship, then I don’t know what the fuck is. Having said all that, I think I also covered these signs of a toxic relationship:

You avoid saying what you need because there’s just no point. 

There’s no effort.

Nothing gets resolved.  So let's move on to the next ones.

You’re constantly braced for the ‘gotcha’. This is for when there’s a trap in every statement or question, and even though everyone makes mistakes, yours are used as proof that you’re too uninvested, too wrong, too stupid, too something. And this is seriously as far from Jim and Pam as humanly possible. They’re seriously the exact opposite of that, always lifting each other up and supporting one another through their mistakes. 

When ‘no’ is a dirty word. “I think I want a wedding-wedding.” “Cranford? No.” “I don’t know if I want this.” “I don’t think you should go to Philly tonight.”

The score card. Let me show you how wrong you are. Before they were together, they both had some “weak” moments, during which they didn’t exactly act fairly. Not once in all these years have we EVER seen one call the other out on their past mistakes. They’re not keeping score, they’re discussing them, dealing with them and moving on. There isn’t a more mature way to go about this.

There’s a battle – and you’re on your own. Again. In every chance they get, in any problem they face with third persons, they always stand by the other’s side and lift them up and support them. Just like when Pam was there for Jim when Ryan made his life hard in s4, or when Dwight terrorized him with the snow in s7. And just like when Jim made the list for Pam when Robert California set her aside, or when he demanded answers by her side from the dude who did call “a dork like that” back. Those two are a team, and not just when they’re planning ways to prank Dwight, or they’re sharing looks across the room over how ridiculous Michael is being.

Privacy? What privacy? Oh, I LOVE this one about them. How they get to be individuals and they are not defined by one another. They get their private time, private hobbies, and that’s such a healthy part of a relationship that so many just overlook. The only time that wasn’t the case was when they were using the world’s smallest Bluetooth - but it was so obvious that they were both craving it so much because they were missing each other, and they were both more than comfortable with it. Until that conversation with her classmate happened, which I’m sure signaled the end of that way of communication for them. But remember all those months they were apart? Remember how Jim TURNED BACK halfway to New York because “I’m not that guy. And we’re not that couple”? Remember how respectful they’ve always been of each other’s need for privacy?

The lies. Oh the lies! The only lie between the two (If you don’t count the “I can’t” of Casino Night and the “It was three years ago. I’m totally over it.” of The Secret) was when Jim didn’t tell Pam that he started a business in Philly. Which he told her an episode late, by himself. And it served as the perfect opportunity to show just how steady the foundations of their relationship are, and how much they trust and faith they have in one another and in their love. I’ll never forget how Pam reacted to realizing that Jim is keeping something from her. She didn’t call him out or corner him for answers, she simply waited for him to tell her when he’s ready. Then when the idea of an affair was thrown on the table, Pam shrugged it off, saying “Jim? No. He loves me too much”. And it’s not easy to say that theoretically, much along actually act on it. But when in season 8 Kathy hit on Jim while they were in that hotel, there’s a deleted scene of Jim and Pam on the phone, and Pam is actually joking about the whole thing. It’s impressive and miraculous just how deeply these two trust each other, and believe that they would never hurt the other like that.

Physical or verbal abuse. Or both. We’ve seen Pam being handled roughly by Roy, and then we’ve seen the way Jim treats her, like she’s the most precious butterfly. And HEAVEN HELP ME, the guy was too scared to look at her for too long in the beginning. He’s the most gentle and caring man I’ve seen, in words and actions alike. And the very same goes for Pam. The only time she’s spoken badly to him was when she said “Shut it” as she was storming off Michael’s office when she found out he was dating her mom and Jim knew. And she was clearly very upset and not acting like herself. But we can all agree that this is not a pattern of behavior, and that Jim and Pam have NEVER, EVER been abusive towards one another.

Not including the other in big decisions. This is the only one that’s kinda true. Jim decided to buy his parents’ house, then decided to start a business, then Pam decided to sell the house, all without including the other. Despite those, that was an issue that they were not blind towards, and Pam even brought it up in season 9, and it was one of the problems they worked through at couples therapy. And that’s exactly what a healthy and mature relationship looks like.

So there you have it. Those are the main signs of an unhealthy relationship. Wanna hear the definition of a healthy one?

A healthy relationship is when two people develop a connection based on: Mutual respect. Trust. Honesty. Support. Fairness/equality. Separate identities. Good communication. A sense of playfulness/fondness.

In a healthy relationship you:

Take care of yourself and have good self-esteem independent of your relationship

Maintain and respect each other’s individuality

Maintain relationships with friends and family

Have activities apart from one another

Are able to express yourselves to one another without fear of consequences

Are able to feel secure and comfortable

Allow and encourage other relationships

Take interest in one another’s activities

Do not worry about violence in the relationship

Resolve conflict fairly: Fighting is part of even healthy relationships, the difference is how the conflict is handled. Fighting fairly is an important skill you help you have healthier relationships

Have respect for sexual boundaries

Are honest about sexual activity if it is a sexual relationship

Accept influence. Relationships are give and take; allowing your partner to influence you is important; this can be especially difficult for some men.

Trust each other and be honest with each other

Have the option of privacy

Now, let us all think each and every one of those through. And let’s think about it twice before we accuse perfectly healthy relationships of being toxic.

That’s all I have to say. Sorry, this was so long, and thank you for staying to this point!

All I know is that, for me, Jim and Pam’s relationship - along with that of my parents’ - is the healthiest one my eyes have ever seen. And I feel so lucky to have discovered those two gems. 💜

[rxsie-the-demon]

Brooklyn Baby | JJ  Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: heyo! so i haven’t written fanfic in FOREVER, and i never have on tumblr. so please be patient with me (haha). this is gonna be a series, basically everything that i want (dreamed?) about that happens in season 2 of outerbanks. i hope you enjoy!

chapter summary: Nikki Reddy is new to Outer Banks High School, aka ‘Kook Academy.’ After befriending Topper, Kelce, and Scarlet and getting a crash course on OBX culture, she meets the school outcast, Kiara Carrera

warning: swearing, mentions of drowning, shooting, death, smoking, etc. nothing super bad, just usual stuff from s1

word count: 2075

CHAPTER 1: Shades of Cool

I honestly had no idea what was going through my brother’s head when he decided to say, “Fuck it, let’s move to the Outer Banks.” In the middle of the school year. In the winter!

Like, he could’ve at LEAST waited ‘til the summer or spring. But nope, we’re going to the Graveyard of the Atlantic in fucking January.

JANUARY.

I can’t even wear cute sandals or shorts.

I sighed deeply and turned into the parking lot of Outer Banks High School, or as some kid I heard called it, Kook Academy. I have no idea what that was supposed to mean because no one at the school seemed crazy. But then again, this was my third day here. For all I know, these kids are batshit crazy.

I parked her white Lamborghini Aventador that I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday (just Sweet Sixteen things) and grabbed my pink Kanken backpack and flung it over my shoulder, brushing her shoulder lengthed hair out of my way. Stupid hair always getting in the way of everything. While I walked into the building, I pulled her schedule out of the pocket of the bag, not remembering where my AP US History class was.

“Nikki! Hi!” I heard a girl’s voice call out. Turning around, I was met with the energetic, and for a lack of a better word, preppy girl who was assigned to show me around the school two days ago. Scarlet, I remembered. The girl whose name matched her hair. Next to her, the tall, HOT, tan blonde friend wearing khakis and a sweater, and the other boy, also tall, equally hot, dark-skinned friend. Topper and Kelce, was it? I couldn’t remember. Or was it Topher, like Christopher? I knew a guy who went by Topher instead of Chris. He was a weird guy.

“Hey! Scarlet, right? And...Topper and Kelce?” I gave them a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I suck with names.”

“No, it’s all good, broski,” Topper smiled. “And you got them right if that makes it better.”

I sighed with relief. “Oh, good.”

“I LOVE your dress,” Scarlet cooed. I did too. A yellow plaid cami dress over a thin, white turtleneck sweater, complete with white converse and a simple silver necklace with an ‘Om’ symbol.

“Aw, thank you! I love your outfit, too! I could never rock a green tube top and jeans, you’re BLESSED.”

“We should start walking to class, guys,” Kelce interjected, “Otherwise we’re going to be late, and Miss Newbie here doesn’t need that on her third day of school.” Topper rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Facts, love. Let’s get a move on,”

As we turned to walk to class, we passed by this girl whose rather dull aura caught my attention. I only saw part of her face when we walked by her, but she had sunken eyes as if she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in who knows how long. Her frizzy brown hair was spilling out of the hood of her black sweatshirt, and her hands were stuffed in the pockets of her black sweatpants.

Honestly? I thought she looked like shit. But not in an insulting way, in an “Are you ok? Do you need a hug?” kind of way.

“Hey, Top,” I turned next to him to asked, “Who’s the girl in all black that looks like she’s gonna pass out?”

The three OBX OGs spun their heads around to catch a glimpse of who I was talking about, before letting out a laugh at her question. “Ah, that’s Kiara. She’s a freak.” Top responded, chuckling.

I smiled sarcastically, a little mad that they outright insulted someone like that, but couldn’t show it because, well, I had no other friends. “True, but uh, how so?”

“She’s friends with Pogues, that’s how.”

“...Pogues?”

“The poor kids on the island, from The Cut. They’re all freaks and whores, they run around, stealing stuff, trying to shoot people.” Scarlet chirped up, emphasizing the different words. I nodded slowly.

“Yeah! This one Pogue, John B, like, he stole my girlfriend, uh sorry, EX-girlfriend from me, and his buddy JJ tried to shoot me in the head!” Topper exclaimed. Nikki’s eyes went wide.

“Wait...hold up, wait, he- WHAT? WHY did he try to shoot you?”

“I got into a fight with John B.”

“OK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE’S GONNA- WHAT?”

“OK OK, I may have stuck his head underwater for a bit. I wasn’t gonna KILL him, I was just messing around, you know?” Topper looked at Kelce and Scarlet, who agreed with him, “Gotta show those dirty Pogues their place.”

I laughed dryly. What the flying fuck?

We stepped inside the classroom and took our seats, with me right behind Scarlet, and Topper and Kelce on either side of her.

Scarlett spun around. “Bro, our teacher isn’t even here!” She rolled her eyes and pulled out her Puff Bar from her bar and took a hit. She looked over at me and held it out for me. I shook my head no and turned to Topper. “Wait, Topper, that ex-girlfriend. Does she go here?”

Kelce and Scarlet immediately looked over at Topper, who looked like I just ran over his cat. 

“Oh I’m sorry,” I immediately apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked about-”

“No, no, it’s ok,” Top said awkwardly and coughed. He turned to face me with a sad smile. “Uh, remember how I mentioned she’d left me for some Pogue?”

“John something, yea?”

“Well, he killed her and himself, about six months ago.”

My jaw dropped. “What the fuck?! How are you so casual about- Shit I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, he shot the last sheriff, Sheriff Peterkins, who by all accounts was actually a sweetheart. Then he proceeds to convince Sarah, or maybe he blackmailed her, I don’t know, into riding his boat into a tropical depression. We found the wreckage of the boat a couple weeks later, but...their bodies were never found...”

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Yeah... That girl, Kiara, she was best friends with both John B and Sarah. John B was, by all accounts, trash, but he was still her friend, I guess.”

I nodded slowly, trying to process all the information Topper had just dumped onto me.

Despite my extremely wealthy upbringing, I was raised to not be classist. Or at least, I hope that’s how I turned out; Scarlet, Topper, and Kelce also don’t seem like the most honest people. But these...Pogues that they were talking about...don’t seem like the sweet people.

But something about that girl’s eyes...they seemed so sad. You don’t feel for someone like that unless they’re a good person. Right?

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Our teacher was droning off about...gosh who even fucking knows, I stopped paying attention the second he walked in.

I was on autopilot mode, taking down notes but not, like, actually paying attention. Instead, my mind was on these really cute boots I saw while online window shopping yesterday. I had bookmarked the link. Maybe I’d buy those?

“Nikhita!” My teacher called out. Hearing my first name, I snapped back to reality.

“Hi!” I smiled back. The class chuckled a bit.

Mr. Obi, a Nigerian man with the biggest glasses I’ve ever seen, rolled his eyes. “Hello. Did you hear what I said?”

“Not at all, sir, not at all.”

Topper and Scarlet were losing their minds; the former had to put his head down on his desk because he was laughing so hard.

He sighed and shoved his glasses up his nose. They slid down again. “I asked you what was the impact of the election of 1860?”

Shit shit shit shit shit

“Uh...wait, we want to war? Yea, that, like, started the Civil War.” I said, thankful I knew the answer. Mr. Obi was unimpressed.

“Mhm. Anyway, so...” and he continued to drone off.

Topper turned to me, smiling, and we both laughed.

As the lesson went on, I kept glancing at the clock. Ok, 45 minutes left, which means we’re halfway through class.

Mr. Obi kept going on and on about the Civil War, until, 15 minutes later, a little alarm went off on his phone. He turned and pressed the ‘Stop’ button.

“Right on time. Ok, so, I shortened today’s lesson because I wanted to talk about your project. Nikhita, you got here two days ago, the first day back from winter break, so you have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’m sure most of your classmates have forgotten. So I’ll refresh your memories: the second semester of U.S History is not going to the usual. You’re going to have a semester-long project that can be about anything. Literally anything, so long as it has something to do with either world history or current events. Yes, I know this is a United States history class, but we expanded this project to make it more interesting for you guys..”

Mr. Obi stopped for a second, looking at all of us. I nodded, partially because I felt bad because everyone was just giving him black stares, and because I found this project interesting.

“Now, in the past years, I left my classes to choose their partners or groups. But before the break, I’m sure you all remember the catastrophe that was your mini-project, yes?”

The class mumbled something incoherent, except for the boys in the back of the class who started cheering, which made our teacher smile.

“Well, because of that, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you. Well, more like the Pyramid of Doom.”

The Pyramid of Doom. This mini pyramid statue that has a little opening on the top, with all of our names in them.

Mr. Obi opened the Pyramid and began. I stayed quiet, listening to see who I was going to be paired with. Hopefully one of my three friends, or maybe one of the boys in the back. They’re cute.

When my name was called, I leaned forward to pay attention. The intensity, the suspense. Who was gonna be my partner?

Mr. Obi stuck his hand in the Pyramid and pulled out the next piece of paper. “Kiara Carrera.”

My eyes went wide.

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“So, you excited to be partners with the freak for class,” Topper asked, taking a bite of his pasta. I laughed sarcastically.

Outer Banks High School has an A/B schedule, which means third block is two hours instead of 90 minutes, and everyone has a different lunch at a different time, depending on their class. On A days, I have lunch with Topper and some other kids. On B days, I’m by myself.

Today’s an A day.

“It’ll be fine. She doesn’t seem that bad.” I turned to my left to face him, popping a grape into my mouth. Yum. I love grapes.

“Yea, just wait ‘til you get to know her,” this boy across from us said. “She’s so weird. She hates being a Kook. Like, she never goes golfing.”

“Or shopping!” One girl piped up. “She just likes to sit at the beach and surf, and smoke weed and stuff.”

“Well, that sounds fun,” I shrugged. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love going to country clubs, and shopping, and going out to get breakfast, but I love chillin’ at the beach. Maybe she just has different interests?”

“Ok, that’s fine,” Topper stated, “but she’s friends with Pogues. And not just any Pogues - John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, and Pope Heyward.”

“Ok, but like, one of them’s dead. Look, I’m all for holding people accountable for their actions, but...bro, stop tryna cancel a dead dude,” I laughed. Topper punched my arm, and I winced jokingly.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I blushed a bit. Topper’s cute, definitely, and I like the attention, but I knew what was going on. Sarah Cameron, the dead girl, was this school’s Queen, with Topper as King. He’s looking for a replacement, not an actual girlfriend.

But...I liked the attention. I put my head on his shoulder.

“Hey, so, my friend Rafe’s 20th birthday party is this Friday. He’s a family friend and I would love it if you’d join me at the party.”

I turned to look at him, debating whether or not I wanted to go to some rando’s birthday party. But Topper knows him, and it seems like everyone else does, too.

“Sure,” I smiled. “Why not.

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chapter two

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Married at first sight part three

summary: Eddie and Richie’s first dinnerparty, meeting the other couples

A/N:  this is a part three, I hope you enjoy it. Again this was based on mafs Australia, so I don’t know if this is how it goes in all the variants of the show. Please let me know what you think!

@impalagurl67​

The night of the first dinner party , it’s surprisingly Richie that’s more stressed. Eddie had expected him to be the voice of reasons, as he usually was, but no, It’s Eddie’s turn to keep his head cool. 

This time though, Richie was working himself up badly, even having resorted to asking Eddie more than a few times if his outfits were alright.

Eddie was nervous too, but he was trying to hide it, so it wouldn’t become a cycle and cause Richie to obsess even more.

when he reentered the living room for a fifth time, wearing yet again something else then before, Eddie rolled his eyes in annoyance. ‘You look great Richie, don’t fret so much.’

Richie looked up at Eddie in surprise, as if he was expecting Eddie to lie and say that he looked hideous. Eddie knew that Richie wasn’t too comfortable with the way he looked, even though he had no idea how he was unable to see himself the way Eddie saw him.

Still, little things like this reminded Eddie that no matter how irrational, Richie felt that way, and Eddie would spend every day he could to help change his mind.

‘I don’t lie to you now do I? You told me yourself. I’m like a prissy old woman who will complain to your manager regardless of any excuses, I will not hold back’, Eddie tries his best to imitate Richie’s voice, but he fails flat. Impressions are mostly Richie’s thing, not his.

After a few weeks of living together however, they started to rub off on each other. Eddie was less aware of the camera pointed at his face at all times and was more prone to step out of his comfort zone. Excpet the parts where he had to look straight into the camera and give his commentary about an event that happened, that was not his thing at all. While Richie in turn had developed a habit of cleaning up after himself, purely because he knew it annoyed Eddie.

Sometimes it felt like Eddie’s heart would burst out of his chest with emotion. The, dare he use the word, love that consumed him from top to bottom when he thought of  his husband, was something he had never felt before. He hadn’t even been aware that such a feeling could exist.

If you had asked Eddie a year before the whole experiment and meeting Richie how he would respond to such an intents emotion, he would have responded with panic.

Something changed though, and the fact that he was in love with a man didn’t make him feel like he would throw up anymore. and it was not just any man, it was Richie, and Eddie was starting to get the idea that by only hearing his name, whatever negative emotion still lingered, ebbed away like the sea did at night.

His only request was that he find a way to explain that all to Richie himself. Eddie is not good with words, he knows that and thanks to his friends and Richie it’s something he’s working on, yet it’s still so difficult to open his mount and vocalize the feelings their close proximity was providing, even after having spend a long time period cooped up in a small hotel room.

That and the fact that Eddie was still unsure about their relationship. He was desperate not to get his heart broken, even with the brave face he was putting on, and the endless stream of insults Richie laughed away every single time, he was a sensitive man by heart.

They had a lot of things in common, that was for sure, from the way the both of them were stubborn as hell, to the place they grew up, but there were also a lot of differences, Eddie couldn’t help but take notice off. Richie was loud and unbothered by the amount of space he took up. In fact, he seemed to thrive under the attention from others, whilst Eddie tended to shy away from the focus of others. It made sense that Richie liked that sort of thing, seeing as he was famous for capturing people’s attention during shows, but Eddie didn’t think it would be that present in their everyday lives.

Eddie wasn’t stupid, he understands Richie more than Richie himself might peg him for, and he remembers what he said on their first night together, about how he was scared that people would forget about him. And Eddie understands that, a little, for he was also really scared that he would be left with nobody if he didn’t stick around by his mother, they just handle their fears differently.

The outgoing personality of Richie, versus the wanting-to-be-invisible in public personality from Eddie caused enough reasonable doubt in Eddie that they might not match with one another.

Eddie wondered if any of the other couples had the same problems. Although it was mostly Richie who was fearing the dinner party, Eddie wasn’t completely reassured either. He knew that he would compare himself to the others, as soon as he laid eyes on them. It had always been that way for him, even since he was a child. His diseases his mother claimed he had, already resulted in him being different from everyone else, and so he did whatever he could to make sure he mirrored his peers for everything else.

But This was a different situation, one where there were no standard responses, no right way of doing things, no guides to gently angle them in the right direction. So far, Eddie and Richie had been in their own bubble, in which they did everything in their own pace, but Eddie was certain that as soon as he saw the others, he would try to mold his relationship to appear like theirs.

At least, that was how he would normally act. The determination clogging every vein is his body was trying very hard to keep stealthy, to not follow his mother for the so manieth time.

He didn’t tell Richie any of his worries, as he was always venting about how hard it was for him to be on the show, and he refused to give Richie any doubts about them. Even when Richie had never been anything but kind and patient with him.

‘Yeah yeah you’re right Spaghetti. If you think I’m hot, then I’m sure your mom will feel the same, and if she feels the same, then I feel the same too.’

The glare Eddie shot Richie did nothing to stop the thunderous laugh that Richie let free, but Eddie cared less about that than he would ever admit. When Richie laughed, the dark clouds that clouded Eddie’s vision would evaporate for a few moments, making it the highlights of his day.

Not that there were many downs in the first place.

‘Come om Rich, if we don’t leave now, we might be late. I cannot, I repeat cannot be late on the first day of meeting these people. If we were to leave now, we would definitely not be the first, which is great because I am not prepared to having to sit there and wait and pretend to be comfortable and like the both of us haven’t been worrying about this for days, even though this fucking dress shirt is cutting of my air supply and that’s going to be really tricky.’ Eddie sucked in a huge breath of air, another Kaspbrak rant coming to end.

‘But if we’re the last, then everyone will already have met each other and stare at us like we’re fucking clowns in a circus when we go in.’ After a pause where there is no response, Eddie hastily adds, ‘so I’d like to leave now please.’

Okay so maybe it’s not just Richie that’s a little bit stressed.

His eyes flung up to meet Richie’s, the position making Richie appear bigger and larger than he already was compared to him when standing up. Richie was sporting a smile on his face, a real one, not the fake obnoxiously large one he used when a fan came up to him to try out a joke and it fell flat, and he wasn’t heartless enough to not laugh. The real smiles caused Eddie’s heart to stop for a moment, a beat where every atom in his body was purely focused on Richie, before realizing, oh hey we can look at this gorgeous man whenever we want, let’s get back keeping Eddie alive so he can.

‘I’m so glad they matched me with you’, is what Richie said after a few moments. Eddie can’t help but throwing a smile shyly his way, accepting the hand extended to him to slot their hand together.

‘Sap’ Eddie murmured under his breath, but inconspicuously inching closer to Richie’s side as they left their apartment, and entered the car.

As always, Richie opened the car door, letting Eddie slide in first. When he walked across the car, getting in on the other side, Eddie allowed himself a moment to check Richie out. He ended up wearing a yellow Hawaiian shirt with jeans, which wasn’t anything fancy but it was Richie, and that was more than enough.

Looking down the inspect his own clothing, Eddie figured he was a bit overdressed. He had decided on wearing a cardigan that was just on the side of too tight, with cufflinks, he also wore a dress pants, in a warm beige.

Now he was starting to feel self-conscious. However, Richie told him that he looked good, and Eddie convinced himself that that was all that mattered.

The car ride itself didn’t last very long, which Eddie lucked out in, for car rides seamed to increase his anxiety levels. Luckily Richie held his hand the entire way there, not even thinking of letting go. No words were able to describe how much Eddie loved him for it.

‘Do you think there will be other gay couples?’ Eddie asks after he sees Richie squirm in his seat for the third time in ten minutes. It’s not a thought he had spend much time thinking about, but it was an important one. He did not want to deal with a homophobe at all.

Patients wasn’t something Eddie accumulated with Richie at first, everything about Richie screamed inpatient, but when it came to dealing with Eddie, Richie never pressured him into anything. Which meant that they had only started holding hands only a two days prior, and the both of them were still searching how and when hand holding was appreciated and when not.

Richie shrugged. ‘I don’t know, but if there aren’t, I’ll turn all those hetero’s gay when they look at me.’

Eddie laughed, despite his best efforts not too. ‘Besides, even if they suck, they can’t be worse than the bullies from my hometown.’

A scowl formed on Eddie’s forehead, thinking back to the story’s Richie had trusted upon him about his childhood. Part of him hoped that those assholes were dead in a ditch somewhere.

‘I wouldn’t let them do anything to you Rich.’ Eddie promised with his whole heart, however wanted to hurt Richie now, was going to have to go through him.

He completely missed the look of pure adoration Richie shot him, too busy thinking of ways to respond should anyone feel the need to comment on the fact that they were gay.  

Eddie, as usual, was right. They were not the first, but thankfully, they were not the last either. Two couples were seated side by side and a large sofa in the middle of the room, all of them sporting a drink in their hands.

The table were the drinks were presented on, was placed in the right corner behind the couch, and Richie had already decided what drink he would be ingesting later, before he even took a good look at the contestants.

Eddie shouldn’t have worried, since there were three men, and only one woman, meaning that there were at least two other gay lovers. He walked towards the woman first, as she had already stood up, her arms opened in a loving gesture, and enveloped him as soon as he was within reach. It was then that Eddie noticed that he still had Richie’s hand clasped in his, and disappointment made it’s presence when Eddie was forced to let go in order to hug her.

‘I’m Beverly, but you can me Bev.’

Her voice sounded like honey felt; warm and mushy, and Eddie liked her before he even got a change to truly get to know her. A flash of excitement washed over him. He had been so worried, but he hadn’t considered the possibility that it could be fun to meet people who maybe had the same problems as him.

He moved over to what he assumed was her husband, a strong ridiculously good looking man, wo also gave him a hug, and told him his name was Ben. If Richie didn’t have the entirety of Eddie’s heart, and Ben would be gay, damn straight Eddie would go for him.

When Eddie turned to greet the other two man, he overheard the conversation between Richie and Beverly.

‘Aren’t you that famous comedian, Trasmount Tozier?’

‘Why yes I am my fair lady, hey Eds you hear that, somebody recognizes me.’

Eddie ignored him, though the urge to roll his eyes was very persistent. The other man gniffled, introducing himself as William, Bill Denbrough. Then the man lovingly gestured at his partner while stepping back into his side as soon as he could, letting the other man introduce himself as Mike Hanlon.

They seemed right for each other, their general aura and vibe shining through in just the way they wordlessly followed the others lead. When they glanced at one another, they both inconspicuously tried to pretend that they were not looking, and it was awful for Eddie to feel relieved by that, but he did. It showed that it wasn’t just him and Richie that were a bit timid.

Ben and Beverly seemed like the sweetest pair of people anyone could ever meet. Especially Ben. He was good looking sure, but his biggest attribute was the kindness he showed, to Beverly but also to everyone else. He seemed like the type of person who could never hate anyone, despite what they may have done to him. Bev appeared to be sweet as well, but Eddie could tell that she was also fiery, and that you shouldn’t try to double cross her, or you might end up in trouble. He suspected that he would get along with her great.

They offered them a drink, a glass of champagne which they insisted that they drank, and because Eddie didn’t want to seem stuck up, he took it and sipped little bits of it. Richie and him sat together on a different sofa, as close as humanly possible. They had just plopped down when the door opened again, and another man and woman made an appearance.

They both looked as cool and collected as any person could be, in particular the man, but they seemed kindhearted too.

They came up to Richie first, Eddie cringed when Richie pulled the man close into an embrace, he was however pleasantly surprised when man caustically returned the hug. ‘My name is Stanley’, he said while moving over to Eddie.

A chorus of ‘hey Stanley’ was heard throughout the room, followed by a ‘hi Patty’, when the woman introduced herself. They too were given a glass of champagne, right after they chose the seat next to Eddie and Richie.

To everyone’s surprise, Richie and Stan hit it off straight away. Richie would do whatever he could to provoke Stan, as he always did with Eddie, and Stan would give deadpan answers, causing the whole group to burst out in laughter.

The jealousy Eddie figured he would experience never made an appearance, for Richie kept his hand on Eddie’s thigh the entirety of the evening, and all it made Eddie feel was supported.

They discovered they all grew up in Derry Maine, which was odd, since they were all around the same age yet they had never seen each other around at school. They wrote it off as a weird coincidence, and Eddie tried to occupy his mind from overthinking it. A nagging feeling in the back of his head seemed to tauntingly tell him something. Yet he couldn’t figure it out.

Al in all the night went amazing. By the end of the event, Eddie was sure he had 7 new friends, and that no matter what happened, they would remain that way after the experience.

With these people, he was not the odd one out, everyone of them was different, but everyone also fit in. They all had experiences that differed from the other, but they also all fit in perfectly.

Each one of them had their own crosses to bare, in their relationship but also in their personal life. Eddie trusted them enough to tell them about his mom, or he would have if the camera’s weren’t there.

Ben was insecure because he had been a bit chubbier as a kid, and he constantly felt like his partners deserved better than him.

Beverly had a horrifying experience with her dad, even though she was hesitant and didn’t say what, only revealing that she had trust issues.

Stanley dealt with some mental health issues, that were still lingering through in his every day life.

Patty had family members who were going through the same things as Stan, so she was very protective.

The death of his little brother had been a traumatic event that defined most of Bill’s young and adult life, but he was trying hard to move past it.

Mike’s parents were killed during a fire, and loneliness was his best friend because of it for years.

Eddie’s breathing got a bit easier with the knowledge that he wasn’t the only one who was a little out of the ordinary.

When Richie and Eddie made their way back home, holding hands like they had been doing throughout the event, Eddie’s view on their future, got a little lighter. The conversation he had helped him put things into perspective, and with newfound courage, Eddie couldn’t wait to continue their journey.

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soaring, carried aloft on the wind...continued 9

A story for Xichen and Mingjue, in another time and another place.

The Beifeng, the mighty empire of the north, invaded more than a year ago, moving inexorably south and east.

In order to buy peace, the chief of the Lan clan has given the Beifeng warlord a gift, his second oldest son in marriage. However, when Xichen finds out he makes a plan.

He, too, can give a gift to the Beifeng warlord, and he will not regret it.

Part 1: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 … HOME

It’s on AO3 here if that’s easier to read.

NOTES: This story starts out G but will eventually be E for Explicit. (warning in this chapter for reference to prior attempted assault)

For translations of the entirely fictitious Beifeng language, you’ll have to scroll to notes. I’m only going to translate something that’s not clear in the text. Sadly, there’s just not any other good way to do it on Tumblr!

Chapter 9

Qingyang doesn’t come to Xichen’s tent in the morning for lessons, and Xichen only waits for the time it takes to play Tranquility once before he goes to find her.

If it was Huaisang, he wouldn’t be concerned, but Qingyang is always prompt. He considers the possibilities. Even though she spends so much of her day with him, she is still a cartographer, so it’s possible she merely forgot to tell him she would be working on something else. But this is a war. This is an army. He can’t help but worry.

His first thought is to check the command center, where he assumes Huaisang and Mingjue are. But he’s never been, and it’s next to Mingjue’s tent. If he has to ask directions....

No, it makes more sense to go to the tent Qingyang’s shares with some of the other single women in the area of the camp designated for non-military officials. He has, at least, been there once, and if she isn’t there, then he can consider looking for her somewhere else. The commissary perhaps?

He isn’t nervous to see Mingjue, he tells himself, walking through the organized city of tents. He is being logical.

Xichen hesitates on the threshold of the tent he knows is Qingyang’s from the yellow and white peonies painted around the door. It seems intrusive to barge in, but he hears a noise from inside, something close to a sob, and he peeks in, noting the sparse accommodations in this tent. Each woman has a bedroll—thick, but still directly on the ground—and a small trunk, presumably with personal belongings. It makes sense for an army to live lightly, but it makes him wish his own space was a little less ostentatious. What must Qingyang think of him?

He sees her immediately, the source of the sound that had caught his attention. He has grown so accustomed to Qingyang’s cheerful resilience, it is a shock to see her hunched on the edge of her bed, face in her hands, crying.

“Qingyang?” he asks, and she jolts, shooting to her feet and wiping away the tears.

“Xichen, I’m sorry, I’m late. I...I’m fine. Just homesick, I guess,” she stammers, forcing a smile onto her face.

He accepts the lie. If she doesn’t want to tell him, he’s not going to ask. He has already overstepped more than he should have.

“No apology necessary. I was worried for you. Will you come with me and have breakfast? Perhaps we can even track down something more palatable than Beifeng tea,” he tries to joke, and she laughs, thin and wispy, but since she’s making the effort, he chuckles too.

She nods and grabs a long cotton shawl, woven in a bright stripes as the Beifeng women wear. They walk through the rows quietly. Qingyang seems lost in thought, and Xichen doesn’t want to interrupt. Instead, he tucks an arm behind his back and observes the tents they pass.

The encampment is organized into companies, and each company is arranged around a small common area that has at least a fire pit, but many of them have logs to sit on, cooking pots, huge wash tubs, even the occasional tethered horse. The tents are identical, but some of them have personal touches: lanterns over entryways, strings of bells tinkling in the breeze, drawings of horses and birds, mountains and trees around the tent flaps. The army has been here nearly a year, he thinks. Long enough to yearn for home.

Qingyang stiffens and stops, wrapping her shawl more tightly around her body.

“Not that way,” she hisses, and Xichen turns in the direction she is staring.

There is a tall man standing at the end of a row of tents watching them. Watching Qingyang. Xichen knows very few of the Beifeng soldiers by sight—only the guards at his door and a few he’s seen at the hospital. He knows some of the healers, some of the kitchen staff, and the woman who cleans his tent. He has never seen this man. He’s sure he’d remember him. His face looks sculpted by a rough chisel and a hurried artist, distinct and somewhat disquieting. When the man catches sight of Xichen, his expression turns flat and cold.

A warning prickles the back of his neck, and he doesn’t blame Qingyang for wanting to avoid this person. They turn down another row, both hurrying their pace.

“Hewnta!” the man’s deep voice calls from behind him. “Etan Hewnta, iko om touha?

Xichen turns. The man is right on their heels. Xichen doesn’t know the word “Hewnta,” but the man warps it into something spiteful, and he doesn’t need the exact translation to know it’s an insult.

“Dei. Em ereda anha outam,” he says firmly, putting himself between the approaching threat and Qingyang.

Xichen expects the tall man to back down. In only a few scant weeks, he’s grown accustomed to the Beifeng treating him with deference, sometimes even fear. He disliked the implication at first, but there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it.

He doesn’t expect the man to argue. He definitely doesn’t expect three other people, a woman and two men, to step into the row with the tall man.

Roka ta em ereda kei dikas,” the tall man snarls. “Roka eko em ereda kei dikas hako, egadi.”

It’s easy enough for Xichen to recognize that he’s being cursed without knowing exactly how, but the man looks past him, pointing, aiming his cruelty at Qingyang. She bites her lip and looks away from Xichen, as though hiding the injury means it doesn’t hurt, and there’s too much it reminds him of, too much reflection of his brother in her eyes for Xichen to walk away.

Xichen narrows his eyes and holds up his hand. “Dei,” he repeats. “Ereda irumaka.”

The man roars with laughter, and Xichen is done placating. He grasps the hand still raised toward Qingyang and pushes just enough of his power into the tall man to force him to one knee. The man’s laughter breaks off, replaced with rage, but he stays down.

“Xichen, stop. I don’t care. Damias is always an ass.”

Qingyang tugs his sleeve, and Xichen reluctantly pulls back. A part of him would very much like to hurt this Damias a little more for the tears on Qingyang’s face, but Qingyang is right. It’s better to go.

As soon as he turns away, he hears it. There’s no mistaking the sound of a sword being drawn. Xichen has just enough time to meet Qingyang’s eyes and wordlessly apologize. She didn’t want a confrontation and now there will be one.

Xichen opens his awareness to feel the sword moving through the air, and he ducks in time for it to easily sail over his head. The man is a skilled warrior, though, and recovers almost immediately, pivoting in the narrow space between two tents and sweeping back at Xichen. This time, Damias doesn’t make the same mistake and swings low, twisting at the waist and planting his feet to put more power behind his strike. Xichen sidesteps and kicks his wrist.

It should have sent the blade flying, or at the very least, driven the man’s arm up into the air. It should have ended this stupid, useless fight.

But the man is stronger than Xichen anticipated, and he controls the sword just enough to keep it in his hand.

But Xichen didn’t realize Qingyang had stepped behind him, maybe to stop him, maybe to get out of the way.

But he sees Qingyang too late, only in time to see the sword slash into her, and she falls.

His first instinct is terror for his friend. Slowly, the memory of what he saw solidifies in his mind. He realizes that the sword missed her torso entirely, and the staining blood is from a slice across her leg. Even more slowly, as though the world has paused to give him a chance to perceive the entire scene at once, he sees Damias grin and cock his right arm back, the fingers of his other hand crooking to grasp the Beifeng magic, and Xichen knows he can not let him continue.

He grabs the man’s neck, the only exposed part of his body, and pours all the magic he can muster into him. Xichen has only felt this once, for the merest fraction of a second when his father was teaching him how to use the gift that lives inside him, but he knows it feels like burning alive from the inside out. Damias screams as the full inferno of Xichen’s power tears through him. Xichen lets go almost immediately—he only wants to stop Damias, not kill him—and the man drops to his hands and knees retching, the sword finally falling from his hand.

Xichen looks at the man’s friends running toward him and holds up a hand. The woman skids to a stop, her face a mask of fright and she drops to the ground in supplication, but the other two—

The other two don’t have time to stop.

A black wave of Beifeng magic flows over them, thicker than Xichen has ever seen, the curling smoke arresting their movements like ants drowning in a drop of tree sap. They both scrabble desperate hands at their throats and Xichen realizes the magic is inside them, choking the air from their lungs.

He whirls.

This is the Mingjue he expected when he came to the Beifeng. This Mingjue striding toward him is the pitiless warlord, his eyes too dark to read, his fingers curled around the cloud of magic still holding the soldiers tightly. This Mingjue’s sword is drawn and raised, and he looks fully intent on using it. This Mingjue looks like the demon everyone fears, who came from the mountains and cut a bloody path through Xichen’s country.

Xichen’s gut lurches sideways, and an errant thought—what would he look like with his hair down—wanders through his mind.

But when Mingjue reaches Xichen, his expression shifts from tight-lipped outrage to something that almost looks like fear, and his eyes search Xichen’s face and form, as if looking for something. Xichen realizes that it must have looked like he was being attacked by the soldiers, and a terrible, disgraceful shard of his heart exults in being the one who is defended, the one someone else protects.

Damias groans, and Mingjue’s attention shifts, a predator to prey. His arm raises slightly and Xichen is suddenly afraid for these people. They did a foolish thing, but they don’t deserve to die for it. He wants to stop Mingjue, but he doesn’t have the words to explain, and he needs to help Qingyang.

“Anakau, peimi!”

Xichen has never been so relieved to see Huaisang.

“Ahora’ipa, ka marai ota eko?” Mingjue growls, ignoring Huaisang.

“Ekos, Ipira’orhew Ikira,” Xichen answers. Luckily, “no” is one of the first words he learned.

Mingjue frowns, but he lowers his sword. He doesn’t release the magic, but it seems to ease, the nearly opaque cloud fading to smoke. The woman doesn’t get up, but she starts speaking in rapid Orera, obviously pleading. Pleading for her life, Xichen suspects.

“What happened?” Huaisang asks Xichen urgently, but Xichen pushes past him to get to Qingyang.

“Qingyang, I am so sorry. This is my fault,” Xichen says, kneeling next to her. She’s wearing wide-legged pants, and he shoves them up to her thigh, heedless of propriety. He moves her hand and touches her bloody leg. The injury is a long crease cut across the top of her leg. He wants to cry. He keeps making mistakes, and he doesn’t want to get anyone else hurt.

She smiles wanly at him. “I’m fine.”

He disagrees. The flow of blood has slowed, but she’s still bleeding. He draws a healing line across the wound, trying to make it painless but shaken at how deeply it goes into her muscle. It could have been so much worse. There are life-sustaining vessels in the legs. If the sword had pierced one…

“Xichen, truly, I’m fine,” she repeats, and Xichen realizes he is crying, dripping tears onto her knee. “You can leave the scar if you want,” she tells him. “Girls love scars.”

His laughter is hoarse and shaky, but it’s laughter. She grins at him.

“You need to tell me what happened,” Huaisang repeats, the urgency in his voice catching Xichen’s attention. “Did they attack you?”

It is Qingyang who answers. “Yes. Earlier, Damias tried...well, it doesn’t matter, because he wasn’t successful. He was angry because I’m only half Beifeng. It was just a mistake that we ran into them here, but Damias drew his sword and tried to attack Xichen. The others…” She pauses and frowns. “I don’t know. They didn’t do anything. Maybe they would have tried to stop him.”

“And this?” Huaisang asks, gesturing to her leg.

“This was my fault,” Xichen repeats gloomily.

“This was an accident, Xichen,” Qingyang sighs, sounding irritated.

“Take Qingyang back to your tent now,” Huaisang tells him quietly, not as calm as he appears. “We’ll deal with this.”

Mingjue releases the magic suddenly, and Xichen can feel the relief in the air, like a sudden rain that breaks the humidity of summer or the biting wind of winter giving way to spring. Mingjue shouts something furious, and the woman somehow shrinks further into the ground. The two men are now gasping to breathe, and one of them sags to the ground with the woman, but the other is apparently too slow. Without warning, Mingjue punches him in the jaw, and the man drops like a bucket into a well. Mingjue gestures at the other two people, making it clear that the man should have thought of this himself. He seems angry, yes, but Xichen thinks he also looks profoundly disappointed, and he pauses, wanting—what? To say something soothing? What can he say?

“Xichen, go,” Huaisang says, the tension in his voice prodding Xichen to obey. “I’ll come talk to you later.”

He’s worn out from the healing and from stopping Damias, but Xichen lifts Qingyang and carries her back to his tent, where he insists that she sleep on his bed. She looks like she plans to be stubborn about it, so he brushes a hand across her forehead to push a little bit more warmth into her and make the sleep a little bit more imperative, then sits on a cushion to wait for Huaisang.

Xichen wakes without ever having realized he’d fallen asleep to the sound of raised voices outside his tent. It sends a spike of fear through him before he recognizes them. They get louder, and he’s afraid they’ll wake Qingyang. He pads to the tent flap.

As he expected, Huaisang is yelling, and Mingjue is glowering, arms crossed.

“Huaisang, shhhh. Qingyang is sleeping,” Xichen says, and they both jump.

Huaisang looks instantly contrite. “I’m sorry, I was just saying that.” He glares at Mingjue, the I told you so obvious. “We should be going.”

He pulls Mingjue’s arm, but Mingjue shakes him off and takes a step toward Xichen before he seems to catch himself, hands clenching into fists. Instead of moving closer, he says Xichen’s name like it’s a question, searching Xichen’s expression for an answer.

The answer, Xichen thinks, depends on the exact question, but he thinks Mingjue might be surprised. Xichen isn’t shocked to see the kind of power and violence Mingjue is capable of. This is an army. This is war. It was no more than Xichen had done. Less, even. He looks into Mingjue’s eyes, eyes that look red and bloodshot from unshed or maybe even shed tears, and he thinks Mingjue must have believed he had no choice but to harm his own people for Xichen and Qingyang. And Xichen thinks perhaps he is the more ruthless man, because he would shed no tears to hurt Damias again for whatever he did to make Qingyang cry.

He wishes he had the right words to explain.

Mingjue reaches for Xichen as though he can’t stop himself, but Huaisang interrupts.

“Xichen, tell Qingyang that Damias has been demoted, branded, and sent home without a horse. He won’t bother her again. The others have only been demoted, but they have been strictly ordered to leave you both alone. I’m sorry this happened. It’s not...it’s not how most people think.”

Xichen nods and hesitates before going back inside. Why, he asks himself, is he hesitating?

But he knows why.

Stepping forward, he slips one arm around Mingjue’s waist and rests the other on his chest, above the steady beat of his heart. Stretching, he kisses Mingjue on the cheek. Tiny sparks flit over his chin, his lips, his nose—all the places that graze Mingjue’s skin. The world doesn’t stop spinning, but a breathless part of him wishes it would give him just a little longer to stay here.

“Thank you for being there. Tiras mau,” Xichen says softly, for only Mingjue to hear.

Mingjue closes his eyes and inhales as though it is the answer he was looking for, the only answer he needs. He covers Xichen’s hand on his chest and squeezes, touching his forehead to Xichen’s, a simple gesture that has no right to feel as shockingly intimate as it does. It puts words in Xichen’s mouth that he has to bite back—will you stay, will you come inside, will you kiss me again? Qingyang is still sleeping on his bed. Perhaps it’s for the best. He steps away, and Mingjue’s fingers trail over Xichen’s palm as he finally lets Huaisang pull him away.

Xichen watches them go as something loudly and firmly locks inside his heart.

Notes:

Hewnta! Etan Hewnta, iko om touha? = [Insulting word for person who speaks Yuyan]! Hewnta woman, back for more?

Dei. Em ereda anha outam. = Stop. We’re leaving.

Roka ta em ereda kei dikas. Roka eko em ereda kei dikas hako, egadi. = She doesn’t belong here. You don’t belong here either, [insult for weak man].

Dei. Ereda irumaka. = Stop. Go away.

Anakau, peimi! = Elder brother, wait!

Ahora’ipa, ka marai ota eko? = Ahora’ipa, have they hurt you?

[writingandmore]

Is it possible to request a match up for hxh and obey me ? If ur not taking them you can delete this lol. Im a 5'6 girl. Cancer, isfp. I've got kind of a mean sense of humor. People have said that the meaner i am, the more I like you. I'm a memelord and I play a lot of video games. I'm really high energy and I can only listen to fast paced music (rock/metal). I laugh everything off including insults. I love dogs with a passion and I've worked with them for 3 years. Thank you so much !!

HxH: Illumi!

 - Illumi also has a pretty mean sense of humor and enjoys bothering others for fun. Your senses of humor seem to overlap, so neither of you would get upset at the other for going too far. 

 - He can be pretty harsh when he wants to be, but he doesn’t ever really get it back. Typically, he’d just threaten someone who would dare to say something bad to him, but if he was already interested in you...he may give you some liencey in that department, but don’t try to push your luck. 

OM: Belphegor! 

 - Belphie also doesn’t let insults get to him, and he’d be impressed with your ability to brush them off the same way he does. He wouldn't want an s/o that’s too sensitive-he’d be afraid of saying something without thinking and hurting heir feelings, o he’d be much more comfortable with someone like you. 

 - He’d like having a dog as long as it was a fairly lazy one that would take naps with him. A bulldog or a mastiff might be a good choice. Even if they’re not too lazy, as long as he’s not the one taking it for walks, he’ll be fine.