#it literally looks nothing like that but he still is being obnoxious as he usually is

[c-o-t-o]

OMG omg!! i have a question-- do i need to like pay or anything??? like this is so cool oml! this is what i would really like to see, and also idk if you are fine w multiple prompts in one but here-- can i request NSFW #9, #17 and #16, in one, with denji x fem reader?? sorry if its too much to ask but ur literally such a good writer i cant help it!! thank youuuuu ong

Dinner and Dessert, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, pain play, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1. Requested by anon (playing with you under the kotatsu, teasing, and pain play)- I got too into this request and so is going to be much longer than anticipated! Keep an eye out for part 2!

About: You and Denji start teasing each other under the kotatsu after dinner, but it begins to turn into something much more playful.

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Denji was being his rowdy self, as usual. You all managed to make it through a dinner together without Power flinging food across the room or Denji and Aki yelling at her. Denji was, however, very energetic tonight.

Aki was in and out of the living room cleaning up after dinner, while power sat off to the side on some cushions watching TV with Meowy. You and Denji were still under the kotatsu since it was so toasty and warm.

Denji lays straight back and carelessly spreads his legs out under the kotatsu, one of his legs ending up on top of yours. He puts his hands back under his head, grinning wide and sighing contentedly.

“Denji…” you say, hoping he’ll just realize he’s being obnoxious. When he doesn’t pay you any mind, you start shaking your legs to shake him off.

“Denji!” You laugh, although somewhat annoyed that he’s just taking up all this space.

“Whaaattt??” He finally responds, shaking his legs back with a devious grin on his face.

You reach under the kotatsu and try to push his leg off but he pushes back against the force of your hand. Denji makes a “ahh haa” sound to mock you, sticking his tongue out.

This back and forth goes on for a few minutes. You push him, he pushes you back. You slap his leg, and he tries to swat at you from his lying position. Eventually you both start laughing at each other. Denji sits back up and leans his head on his hand. He smiles at you with his cheeks all red. Probably from all the kicking and gyrating he was doing. He reaches under the kotatsu and pinches your leg, and you let out a playful yelp. You reach back under to do the same, pinching him on what you assume to be the top of his thigh. But instead of Denji yelling or getting annoyed, his face begins to redden more, eyes starting to avoid yours.

Confused, you pinch him again, thinking he’ll do something back to you. But this time, he just closes his eyes and exhales through his nose loudly. You lower your face to try and look him in the eyes, but Denji instead turns his face away.

‘Does he… like this? Did he do this wanting me to pinch him back?’ You wonder to yourself. It’s no secret that Denji likes the thrill of pain, but you assumed that was just when he fought. Before you can let your thoughts wander more, you feel Denji grab your hand under the kotatsu, squeezing your fingers. You look at him, his eyes still looking down at the table. With his other arm leaning on the table, his hand covers his mouth, trying to covertly hide his expression and the redness creeping in on his face. Denji puts your hand on his thigh, and you feel his hand on yours. He starts dragging his nails down your skin, making you gasp out loud.

“What happened?” Aki peeks his head out from the kitchen while he does the dishes. Hearing this, Power tilts her head around to look at you and Denji.

“N-nothing! It’s nothing, sorry.” You say with your voice cracking a bit. You glare at Denji who is still trying to cover his mouth, but smirking now. “You…”

You do the same back to Denji, teasing him just the way he did to you. Scratching his thigh didn’t get much of a reaction out of him, though. He does it back to you, but harder this time. You quickly turn to look at him, and all you can see are his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. Your heart skips a beat, understanding now that he wants you to do it harder. When you do, you see Denji’s neck cringe from pleasure. The sight of him getting turned on by you and the small hints of pain in your teasing, inadvertently starts turning you on as well.

The blanket under the tabletop is big and heavy, so nobody notices when either of you start moving around more underneath it. Denji goes back to laying flat on the floor while you lay on your side. You’ve both pulled the blanket up to your necks now, allowing both of you to reach more than just each other’s thighs.

Living with Denji, you two ended up constantly flirting with each other. As boys usually do, Denji’s way of showing it was always to tease you. When it mattered the most, he did protect you and looked out for you. But at home, when he could be his weird self, he loved to tease you. You once came close to kissing him late at night when you both started falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, leaning on each other. But nothing ever came of it, until today. Maybe Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

You gasp quietly to yourself when you feel Denji’s hand move up your arm, making its way up to your chest. He glances over at you to look for a reaction, hesitating. With just your eyes, you scan the room to make sure Aki and Power aren’t paying attention, which they aren’t. You look back at Denji, making tiny nods with your head. His eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Without wasting any more time, Denji’s hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it gently at first. He tries to nonchalantly watch you for your reaction.

Denji’s hands are so big and warm that it honestly feels really good. Your eyes close in pleasure and you start letting out small breathy moans through your nose, trying so hard to be quiet. But suddenly, you hear Denji chuckle. It’s so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But before you open your eyes, you feel Denji’s hand go under your shirt, pinching your nipple with his fingertips.

You grab your mouth to try keeping yourself from making too much noise, not really able to do much of anything with Aki and Power in the same room. Denji, still being Denji, starts teasing you. His fingertips start circling around your hardened nipple, pinching it randomly, trying to get you to gasp out loud. You feel yourself start getting wet. Were you also enjoying the random bits of pain? Denji somehow found a way to make it feel good and not actually hurt.

To retaliate, you lean over and run your hand up Denji’s thigh, hand resting over the crotch of his shorts. His eyes flash open at you, and all you can do is smirk at him. He pinches your nipple again in response.

Your hand knew exactly where to go, because… well frankly, Denji was already incredibly hard before you even touched him. He got that freaking hard just teasing you and feeling you up. You find the seam of his shorts, take a deep breath, and start making your way up them.

You didn’t think your first time feeling him up would be during a situation like this… but damn was it exciting. Nervous and eager to feel Denji, you finally slide your fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear. He was so hot from being so stiff that it warmed your fingers to the touch immediately. Denji was pretty big, and it somewhat takes you by surprise. You drag your fingertips across his skin from the base of him to his tip. There’s already precum pooling at the top. You laugh to yourself and drag the tip of your finger across it, using it to lubricate your fingertip as it circles the head of his cock. Denji throws his head back in pleasure, letting go of your boob. Closing your fingers around him, you start pumping your hand up and down his length, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Once you get a good rhythm going and he starts getting into it… you suddenly let go, making him go crazy from the sudden withdrawl. His knees jerk and hit the kotatsu from inside, making him yell out.

“Okay, what’s going on in there??” Aki asks annoyed, coming out from the kitchen to see what’s going on. For some reason, your immediate response is to close your eyes and pretend you fell asleep under the kotatsu when Aki comes in.

“It’s fine, just go back to your chores,” Denji retorts, trying so hard to play it off. “I just hit my knees, no big deal, it’s fine.” Aki looks down at you, then glares at Denji.

“Be quiet, she’s sleeping. And you should be, too. In fact,” Aki says, turning to look at Power as well, “We should all be going to sleep. We all have work tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it. I’ll wake her up and tell her to go to bed. Just wanna finish my show.” Denji says, trying to convince Aki and Power to both leave. Which they do, because Aki takes Meowy in an effort to get Power to go back to her room and sleep.

For a few brief moments it’s completely silent. Out of nowhere, you feel something warm near your face. You open your eyes to see Denji hovering above you. He playfully grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to your ear. He licks the shell of your ear, then bites on your earlobe before whispering, “You’re really in for it now.”

[deanscherrypie420]

His Sassy Girl

A/N: I literally had like - dead - while writing this but WE GOT THERE! YEAH! My friend helped me with the idea, love them for that. I hope you enjoy!

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader Y/N, Dean Winchester

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

!Warnings!: Rude comments/remarks, alcohol, partying, vampires, blood, threats, abduction, unwanted sexual actions, angst, fluff, wounds/injuries, violence, mild but very sensual smut (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: After meeting at a party, Sam doesn't take a liking to you. You on the other hand, were practically in love with the giant. However, after you and Sam had an argument you went missing. Sam and his brother both know it's the vampires to blame, the ones they've been hunting, but Sam can't help but feel responsible for your disappearance.

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"Oh my God, that was so funny!" Y/N laughed loudly. She was clearly drunk.. very drunk. She couldn't help herself though, she loved the party scene. Lived in it. She was well known and always - in her opinion - seemed to make things more fun.

Sam was sitting next to her, along with a few other friends across from her. Sam's friend sat next to him. It was loud, music playing in the background of their conversation.

Sam was glad to be back at Stanford, even if it was for a case, but he really did not miss the partying.. or the drinking. While Y/N and her friends chatted, he zoned out a bit.

She was loud, and rude to people for no reason. It really irked him. Within the few days of meeting her, introduced by his friend, Sam really disliked her. He just wasn't a part of her crowd.

"Sammy!" She hiccuped, "What are you thinking about, lover boy?" Her voice was loud and had an obnoxious amount of giggling that followed after it. His brows furrowed and he excused himself. "I gotta go. Early morning."

She turned to her friends and frowned after he left. "Did I say something?"

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A couple days later, Brady called him and asked to party with him and the "gang." He reluctantly agreed, making Dean tag along as a buffer. Dean agreed, of course. It was his crowd.

When they got there, Y/N pulled Sam aside. She was a lot more sober than usual, but still clearly drunk, and she seemed a bit antsy. "Did I do something to upset you?" She said quickly and Sam's brows quirked in confusion. "No..? Why are you asking." She groaned and rolled her eyes, "Because, Sammy-" Sam cut her off quickly, "Don't call me that." She nodded and continued. "Because, Sam, you don't like to be around me. Is it something I did or said? I don't get it."

Sam rubbed between his eyes for a moment, really not having the energy to deal with her. "Look, I don't like you. I mean, I'm sure you're great but you aren't somebody I like to be around." He was quick with the way he spoke and his eagerness to end the conversation was very annoying to her.

"What is your problem? I didn't do shit to you. I've been nothing but nice to you-" He cut her off again, not in the mood for her attitude. "Yeah, but you're not very nice to anyone else. Can we wrap this up please?"

She paused for a moment, her eyes started to cloud with tears. She laughed, more at herself than at him. Even when he was being rude he still said "please." She ran her fingers through her hair and bit her lip. "Yeah, fine. Go find some hot sorority chick to fuck." She waved her hand dismissively and turned to walk away.

Sam grabbed her wrist and turned her back to face him. "What's your problem? Why are you getting so worked up about this?" He genuinely was curious. He didn't understand why she was teary-eyed, nor why she was pissed off.

"Oh, I don't know Sam. Maybe because I really fucking like you and it's not just the tequila talking," She laughed, "I really like you and you don't like me at all because I'm a bitch." She said it all really quickly, then she sucked in a breath and her cheeks turned warm. "I have to go." She announced and then she was gone.

Sam was still standing there for a moment, wondering what the fuck just happened. She likes me?

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The next morning Sam received a few texts from Y/N. He frowned, feeling a bit bad about how the conversation went from the night before. The first text was long and explained how sorry she was. The next was her begging for him not to hate her and the last one confused him.

Six

He studied the message for a minute, trying to figure out what the hell it meant. He texted back, Hey, you alright? Now the message was green. All their brief messages before that had been blue, but now this one was green.

After talking with Dean about it, Dean barely agreed it was suspicious. "She's lovesick, she wants your attention. It's nothing weird." Dean explained, but Sam just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "Dean-" The older Winchester cut him off with a slight eye roll, "Save it, lets move on. Can we track down those damn vamps now?" The second Dean said it, they each looked at each other, realization flashing across both of their faces.

The fucking vampires.

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She woke up with a raging headache, like drums pounding against her forehead. She was tied to a metal pole with a rope that burned her skin. Her eyes squinted open and her vision was foggy. There was not much lighting, just a dim white overhead light that lit up a small section of the room. She looked around, trying to find something, anything that could help her.

Nothing.

Dammit, she thought to herself. She squirmed in the rope but froze up instantly when she heard a big metal door open. Two tall men emerged, one leaning against the wall and the other coming closer to her.

"You are just.." It inhaled and grinned, "Marvelous." She cringed and spat at it. "The fuck do you want?" Her face was quickly met with a hard slap and she seethed. "Oh, you're real friendly, huh." She croaked, her throat dry. The man from the wall got up and approached her. "I'd shut your mouth if you knew what was good for you." She scoffed and chuckled, "Where are your friends, huh? There were six of you before." Everything was happening so fast and she felt lightheaded, but she still continued speaking. "Cowards, huh. What do you even want from me anyway?"

They clearly didn't like her talking, because with one hard smack she was out. While she was unconscious they undressed her and left her almost completely exposed. She remained in her undergarments. They took a few pictures of her before an older vampire came in.

Thank God she wasn't awake.

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When she regained consciousness she had fallen to the ground, her eyes just barely opening. "What the fuck.." She groaned as she scooted back towards a wall. She was alone and untied. She got up quickly, a sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through her body.

She managed her way out of the metal room and found a seemingly normal home outside of it. She heard commotion up the stairs so she quickly sneaked out the back door. Her head was still buzzing and it took all of her strength not to collapse. Once she was outside she hid behind the side of the building. She tried her best to regulate her breathing. Looking down at herself for the first time she finally realized how beat up she was. Cuts and bruises everywhere.

What evil fucks.. She thought.

Suddenly, a loud crash adverted her attention away from herself and towards the back door. "Shit.." She muttered. As she turned to run, two strong arms wrapped around her and she felt her breath disappear.

"You're okay, you're safe. I promise you, you're okay." The familiar voice whispered in her ear. "Sammy?" She breathed out. "Yeah, there you go. I got you, I'm here." He soothed and she broke down. She turned around and hugged him tight, releasing a flood of sobs into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down her back, his lips pressed into her hair as he calmed her down.

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It had been a few days since her rescue and Sam refused to leave her side. They hadn't spoken about her feelings towards him, but he listened when she vented about how scary it was. Something he thought was cute is how she tried to be positive about it. Make light of the situation.

"Now, I have a kickass party story." She giggled, wincing slightly. Each time she laughed her ribs ached. Sam quickly came over and sat by her. "You really should get more rest.." He tried to sound serious but he couldn't help it. Every time she smiled, he smiled.

"You need to let me heal on my own, mister." She teased, nudging his back with her knee. He turned so he was facing her a bit more and gently grabbed her knee, moving it back and forth to mock her nudge. She laughed and he did too. It was such a silly thing to laugh about, but neither of them really cared.

The two of them put on a movie after some time and Sam let her snuggle up next to him. He let her put on one of her cheesy chick-flicks and she was so ecstatic. She couldn't stop laughing at the jokes and he nudged her, laughing as well. "How do you find this funny? It's so corny!" He teased her, and that only made her laugh more. She was looking up at him and in a giggling fit, making him chuckle. "God, you're adorable." He said under his breath and shortly after, her laughing died down.

There was a silence between the two of them. She was looking up at him and he was looking down at her. Her cheeks were warm and he cleared his throat. "We should.. uh..." He said quietly, eyes not leaving hers. He was gonna suggest they finish the movie, but his words seemed to get lost. He turned his head away slightly and cleared his throat again.

"Sammy," She said softly and he turned back to face her. They were silent for a moment. Her eyes glistened slightly from the movie light and the darkness of the room contrasted her face perfectly. He was about to say something but his mind went blank.

Screw it, he thought to himself.

He leaned down and kissed her, one of his hands reaching up to cup her face. She was shocked but it wore off quickly. She kissed him back and he adjusted himself so he was on top of her, holding himself up with one arm as he praised her mouth.

"Sammy," She said, breaking the kiss. "Yes, beautiful?" He said, slightly out of breath. She smiled at him, just taking him in for a moment. "Would you want to.. maybe.." She motioned with her hands, making a circle with one and putting her other finger through it. He laughed at how ridiculous she was. "Use your words, love." He said with a smile and she felt her face flush. "Okay, that turned me on." She said quickly, and he laughed more. He captured her lips again and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you sure you want to?" He asked in between gentle kisses. She smiled and nodded, "Yeah, dummy." She giggled and kissed him again.

He was so addicting, his mouth, his tongue, his kisses. She wanted to just lay there forever but he broke the kiss and she pouted. "Don't pout at me, baby girl." He said with a smirk. He then got up and removed his shirt. He gestured for her to sit up and she just huffed, turning her head away. "Stubborn baby." He chuckled and tilted her face towards him. "Let me take care of you, sweetheart."

With that, she listened. He took off her shirt and then her sweat pants. He looked her up and down and 'tsked' in disappointment. A wave of insecurity rushed over her, but it was quickly washed away once he spoke. "I hate seeing you hurt." He sighed before climbing back on top of her, trailing gentle kissing up and down her body.

"Sammy, baby," She moaned out and he let out a quiet groan. Her hands found their way to his hair and she tugged it gently, earning quiet grunts of approval from Sam.

He kissed down her torso and thighs before coming back up and kissing her core through her panties. She rested her head back onto the pillows and let out a soft moan. He climbed in between her legs and removed her underwear, tossing them somewhere on the floor.

The second his mouth started moving on her, she was a goner. His tongue circled her clit and one of his fingers slowly made its way into her entrance. She gasped and moaned at the feeling. "Are you okay?" He murmured as he looked up at her. She nodded quickly and he kissed and gently nibbled her thigh, retreating from her center. "Use words, baby. I want to be sure you're alright." He said in a gentle but stern voice. She nodded, "Y-yes, I'm okay."

He smiled and continued to feast upon her. She felt so good. Sam was gentle yet so dominant with her and she loved it. She loved everything about him. His kindness, his strength, his brains.. She loved all of it.

She loved him.

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After they had finished, he cleaned her up and carried her to the bathroom. He had retreated to the bed as she did her business, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. When she came out he smiled and she immediately melted. She crawled into bed with him and he kissed her forehead.

"How ya feeling, love?" Sam asked. She didn't know if words could really formulate exactly how she was feeling, but she was too tired to say anything different. "I love you."

After a moment of no response, she worried if it was too soon. Hell, she knew it was soon but she considered with everything that happened that maybe timing wouldn't matter.

And she was right.

"I love you too, princess."

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A/N: I don't know how I feel about this one now that I've finished it but ya know.. Whatever, someone out there will like it. :)

Thank you for reading!

Feel free to reblog, like and comment <3

[opiopal]

MC who hates Lucifer’s guts, yet will go into his study or the music room when overstimulated by all the noise of the HOL. Like, they’ll plant a glitter bomb in his room, and after he’s done finally cleaning up MOST of it, he walks into the music room and sees MC sleeping on the couch listening to a record all peacefully. Or just like…the brothers will randomly notice MC goes missing and is found either spaced out in their rooms or fast asleep.

uhh…basically, an MC who is usually very loud and competitive, will get overstimulated by all the sounds and general loudness of the HOL, and later be found hanging out or asleep in the most random places.

this is so long I’m so sorry-

(Like sleeping in mammons car boot/trunk)

omg YES, but this has also got to be SO hard for mc like omg,

I am imagine them absolutely getting into it with Levi or S8n or literally ANY of the brothers over small things, mc is just digging for a challenge always. “I bet I could eat this faster” “I bet I could beat you in this game” “I bet I could win more money than you” Ect. Ect. but eventually they’re social battery runs out and they can’t help but curse their own behavior, so eventually they slowly separate from the chaos they had created and go into a quiet room, and honestly luci’s room would be so perfect for that. Who in the world would willing bother him in his office? ESPECIALLY when he’s working? Well Mc would, I can imagine Luci is just so used to his brothers going from plotting against him then switching up to needing their older brother, so he doesn’t really mind most of the time. Though he does think mc can be.. a little annoying, but there’s nothing he hasn’t seen when each of his brothers are all uniquely problematic. so typically when mc comes into his office silently, carrying headphones, or a book, or a sketchbook, he just motions for them to take a seat in one of the chairs he has in there as he turns back to the paperwork he was filling out. which they both just sit in silence as mc unwinds in their own way. Though mc makes sure to make it obvious they don’t do this bc they enjoy being around him,

“you know this doesn’t mean anything. Right?”

“of course mc,”

Though he smiles a bit when they aren’t looking.

with the other brothers I could imagine it just feels like another belphie is around whenever mc needs to chill, cause despite being such a loud and obnoxious creature, mc still somehow manages to sneak around so quietly that they wouldn’t have even realized they entered the room. honestly, maybe it’s just a me thing, but I think Beel would be one of the best people to just relax against. Like, I can only assume he runs pretty warm, and no one in the world could convince me he isn’t pudgy in a lot of areas, so he’s comfortable. And he doesn’t mind in the slightest! He’s used to his brother sleeping on his arm, so why would he care about mc doing it to? And he’s very good at sitting in silence…. However the constant chewing would probably add to the overstimulation lowkey, so if Beel is mc’s chosen unwinding person for the day, they might need to bring their headphones with them. belphie may also be a very good chilling out person, I could totally imagine he’d be a great weighted blanket if that’s what mc needs in that moment, if mc is also on the chunkier side he would also very much so look forward to it. To him it’s just like laying on a pillow, so he doesn’t mind in the slightest!(though he’s such a heavy sleeper I don’t think he’d care if mc was a bit on the skinny side, honestly any discomfort will be forgotten the second he closes his eyes lol) though I’m sure he’d be asleep for way to long and mc may have to fight to be freed of him, so if mc decides they need their living weighted blanket and they have plans later.. they’ll probably have to cancel their plans cause they’ll be there till dinner.

I think the most optimal people for mc to hang around would be the older three tbh, Luci would know when mc just needs silence and he’s more then happy to give that to them as long as they reciprocate said silence. mams would probably be baffled the first time he just finds mc hanging out in his room, either drawing or taking a nap, but he makes sure mc’s peace isn’t disturbed, like he’d actually be willing to fight off his brothers at the door because he know his human needs their silent reading time. So there’s no way in the three realms he’s going to willingly let their peace be disturbed because asmo wants to go shopping or the anti Lucifer league wants to plan a prank! They can forget about it until mc is ready! And honestly, Levi would probably be the greatest, he knows what getting overwhelmed often is like so he understands that mc just needs to do their thing.. but he is absolutely honored and crying on the inside because they chose him!! So he makes SURE his room is in the perfect condition for mc to hang out in, he gets his good headphones out so then mc can’t hear his game or anime, he lets them know they have free access to his mini fridge(he totally has one guys idc if it’s canon or not, he literally lives in his room he totally has a fridge of snacks, soda, and water) and he’d probably very shyly get them a sketchbook, or a box of yarn for crotchet, or literally anything they usually do when they need to relax that’s just in their own spot in his room. though giving the other two some love, I know that asmo would absolutely do some like, calming skincare face massage stuff, basically if mc needs a silent spa day amso is absolutely willing to do such a thing with them! And though he understands that’s not what they always need, he does get a little bummed when mc doesn’t go to him for detoxing. But he gets it! Go to ur thing pookie!! and with s8n, he’ll always have a book and a spot on his bed for mc when they need it, he’s good at being quiet and obviously he wouldn’t need to fight anyone off from entering his room, since it’s the same deal as luci’s office. Unless someone has a death wish, they’ll stay out of his room, even if mc is in there.

[sideysvault]

°❀⋆. Stuck in traffic with Roman Roy.ೃ࿔*

Pairing: Roman Roy x fem!reader

Friends to lovers 1,015k wc

Warnings: Foul language

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The unlikely pair had met at management training. By chance, they had been paired together for most of the projects.

The woman was the only one to treat him with some notion of humanity and respect. He immediately became aware about the fact that she was the only one who noticed his pitiful appearance in the promotional video of the company. She looked confused, but had the delicacy to be kind about it.

She acted as if she felt nothing but indifference about the strange ordeal. The woman was snappy and said exactly what she thought. Strangely enough, Roman never felt belittled. It was nice. And it was particularly nice to find someone who thought that his weird laugh was charming and wasn’t as off put by his jokes as everyone usually was. She pretended she wasn't a wealthy asshole. Just a regular asshole.

Of course, Roman being Roman, he immediately demanded that you were to be hired in some cushy position in the company. Assistant chief of staff or whatever they were calling overpaid secretaries these days. He just wanted you to be comfortable and near him as soon as possible.

You refused profusely. He was a bit offended at first, because he was sure the only way of paying back the kindness you had given him was to offer something in return. You angrily stated that it was like throwing scraps of food at a dog just for it to keep coming back. You argued that kindness didn't need to be paid back and that working for (or near) him would be like personal hell for you.

He felt reassured when he realized that you still enjoyed his company, and that besides listening and spending time with you, there wasn’t much else he could offer that you’d take.

You could see right through his act (And he saw through yours too). You’d play games and make jokes, but the show had to end sometimes. Being honest and showing vulnerability was just something that flourished whenever you two were alone. You were an outsider to his world. Someone safe. And he was a stranger to your way of living. There was no bigger comfort than a certain level of alien perspective. That’s why your friendship truly flourished. You could do both. The banter and the quiet days.

Nobody understood what the fuck was going on between the two of you, and frankly, most people were disgusted that roman was parading around a theme park employee, no matter how beautiful she was. But it worked for the two of you. And you only grew closer as time went by.

Three years later, the duo found themselves stuck in the middle of the New York traffic, inside Roman’s obnoxiously fancy Lincoln Navigator. You were getting late to a dinner reservation downtown.

Even the inside of the car made you uncomfortable. Sterile, elegant and cold. You couldn’t even hear the noise of the city inside the thing. You wondered if you were ever going to get used to it.

Suddenly, you caught sight of a sudden movement from your companion. It snapped you away from your thoughts. The woman glanced at her friend. He was biting his nails again. Hard. A habit that left the evidence of his anxiety to be barred on his hands, at everyone’s sight.

Almost instinctively, she moved her hand on top of his, and gently pushed it off his mouth. Their hands lingered together for a little more than necessary, and with that, something seemed to shift in the environment. But you weren’t sure if he felt it too. The echoes of blood pumping through your body.

“Not even three years in, and you are already trying to seduce me to get my money, huh?”

He wasn’t good with sudden acts of kindness.

So, the woman chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully

“Isn’t it funny? The way you are a literal billionaire and not even gold diggers would touch you with a ten-foot pole?”

Roman left out that raucous laughter of his. You smiled at the sound of it.

“Oh, please go on. Degrade me. I haven’t been this hard since I was going through puberty”.

The woman dramatically squirmed in her seat with disgust.

“Pervert”

“Bitch”

She giggled. But quickly took notice of the way Roman suddenly pretended to be interested in watching the unmoving traffic through his window. She moved closer to his seat and gently pushed his shoulder with hers.

“Oh, come on, Romey, you know that you are a great man. Any gold digging girl would be so lucky to have you”.

“Ew. Stop it. It’s getting weird now. Back the fuck off.”

She chuckled loudly “Just learn to take a compliment, man”

You gave him a quick kiss on the chick. And while he was pretending to rub it away in order to clean himself from it, you could see that his face slightly reddened.

“Plus” You continued “The only time I have taken advantage of your money is when I asked you for change to buy ice cream, and you handed me a hundred bill”

“Ok, dad. Literally no one knows how much it costs. Nobody gives a shit”.

“Ohh, rough. Struck a nerve much?”

Roman just gave you a sincere side smile and looked out again on the tinted windows. However, the smile was sincere this time. You had mended your misstep.

The man shifted in his seat uncomfortably before mumbling under his breath “I wouldn’t mind getting goldigged by you by the way. It 's fine”.

Oh, God,. You were pushing thirty. It was embarrassing how much hope a small comment like that would give you. But you knew Roman. And that was probably as close as you’d get to a confession of sorts.

Suddenly, the Lincoln air didn't seem as cold as before. You let your head rest on Roman’s shoulder. And he awkwardly patted it. You let out a giggle. He was trying to be soothing or something. You both had forgotten about dinner, and just enjoyed the ride through the city. 

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Notes: Omg I’ve wanted to write this idea ever since I first watched the show! I’m so happy I finally got to do it. Take care everyone!

-Sidey xxxoo

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The oneshot we were all expecting!!!!!! Or at least the one I so desperately wanted to write 🥹 I just adore our two little lovebirds in this setting—their first kiss and date ajkhgjkaghjkahgjkahsgjkashkgaskghaj ANYWAYS

warnings: highschool au. naoya is completely evangelized so don't expect his usual shenanigans. he's also somewhat of an obnoxious dork. fluff. also minimal proofreading (?)

Happy reading!!

[I’m almost there!! There was a small delay on the train, but I’m almost there I swear!! I’m sorry, please wait for me 🥺]

Naoya must’ve re-read your last message a thousand times, but far from making him angry, or even easing his anxiety… it just made him feel worse.

As if the seconds he spent waiting for you weren’t agonizing enough, now that he knew you were very close, he couldn’t help but worry about your reaction. If you’d approve of him, his itinerary for the day—

Or most importantly, his appearance.

Up to that point you had only seen him in his everyday boring jujutsu uniform, with a few exceptions of casual attire after class. Never situations where actual effort beyond the bare minimum was placed.

So naturally, he had to go all out on your first date with him.

Was it too much?

Maybe. Though some would argue this… style was expected of him. Expensive, borderline excessive, from head to toe black in brands many could only dream of affording—it was obvious that Naoya had money to spend, and he wanted the whole world to know.

Mostly you. Everyone else he really didn’t care for—he just wanted you to know what he was willing to do and provide for you. Nothing more, nothing less. 

And such was his determination that he almost forgot another important matter, the one that ended up affecting him the most ultimately: his reaction to seeing you all dressed up for the date.

With a black short skirt alongside a beige oversized turtleneck, accompanied by black thighs that sparked something inside him… Naoya simply wanted to scoop you up and gush at your adorableness. He literally didn't think you capable of being any prettier, and yet, here you were, proving him wrong. Just like every day.

“I’m so sorry Naoya, I hope you weren’t waiting for too long!” you breathed, rushing to his side. Even if you had kept him waiting, all those silly trivialities disappeared the moment you stepped into his sight. 

“You didn’t.” he lies, doing his best to contain the blushing mess settling on his face. “I just got here.”

“That’s not true.” You giggle. “You’ve always been punctual!”

Yes, that's true. And when it comes to you he was far worse; in fact, for today he had actually arrived three hours earlier just to make sure that all the places in his itinerary were still available. 

Naoya had reservations anyways, but there’s always some fool...

“The same way you’re always pretty.”

Now it’s your turn to fluster; what a nice way to turn the tables.

“You’re not so bad yourself, boyfriend.”

Naoya smiles; he's been waiting so long to earn that title, and naturally, it's much sweeter than what he imagined.

“You ready to go?” he asks as he takes hold of your hand.

“Yeah!” you nod eagerly, squeezing him back. “Where are we going first? The aquarium?”

“Yes. Unless you’re hungry, princess. If so, we can get a bite.”

“No, I’m not hungry yet. But I guess we could get  something to drink.” You suggest, already looking through your options.

“Whatever you want, and don’t hold back. Remember it’s all on me.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words. 

“Thank you.”

He smiles.

Naoya had previously scoured the area for nothing but the best coffee shops to give you the most amazing experience possible, nothing short of suitable for his little mochi…

Though his efforts would ultimately be for naught, since you’d take him towards a personal selection instead, initially a recommendation from one of your classmates, now your favorite spot. 

But it wasn’t all bad as Naoya feared, in fact, it was much better than he anticipated; the pastries, while peculiar, were surprisingly tasty. Even for someone like him who wasn’t all too fond of sweets. Yet, what he liked the most was the cozy ambiance that set for an… intimate setting.

“You know, you’re awfully cute when you do that.” Naoya murmurs, a sly smile as he places his hand over yours, inching closer to you.

“When I do what?” you ponder curiously.

“Don’t act coy now, you know what I mean.”

“But I’m not… doing anything.” you frown.

“Is that so?” Naoya laughs.

“Don’t tease me…” you murmur. Your poor heart was already on the brink of bursting out of your chest by the happiness of being so close to him brought you—

You almost passed out once he got much, much closer to you, pressing his thumb at the left corner of your lips and wiping the remnants of your delicious tiramisu…

“Oh, Naoya—that’s—!” you covered your face with your hands. “Stop it! You’re just trying to embarrass me…!”

“Hmmm… really? How could I possibly do that?”

“You—you know what I mean! Don’t act like you don’t!”

Well, you’d better get used to this playful side of Naoya if you’re to be his girlfriend, for he doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon—though he briefly manages to stop when in the aquarium.

Yes, even for someone “cool” like him, the aquarium was quite enjoyable by itself, the kind of place he wouldn’t mind returning to later on again…

Especially if he gets to admire you gleefully observing the fishes, gushing at the ones you considered pretty, if not odd, while taking pictures of them.

There’s just… something about seeing you like this that makes his heart feel warmer, tighter, his feelings for you growing stronger the longer he stares at you, eventually leading him to the thought he’s plentifully considered before—but never brave enough to push for it.

But now… considering all this… he believes perhaps, it’s finally time for that.

Nonetheless, he’s yet to traverse his biggest obstacle, which is setting up everything for that to happen— if it was even meant to occur in the first place. 

Just consider this: Naoya is intimidated by the notion of asking you for a picture, hiding his phone as soon as you turn around to face him.

“It’s—It’s nothing.” He stammers, looking away as he promptly shoves his phone down his pocket. “Just wanted to check something—I think I got a message or something...”

“You know… if you want a photo of me all you have to do is ask.” You suggest, moving closer to him and intertwining your arm with his, resting your head into his shoulder. To think that just a few moments ago the roles were reversed… Oh, how you adored Naoya. “Might even throw in a pose or two for my shy boyfriend.”

“I’m not shy.” Naoya frowns.

“No, of course not.” You giggle, standing on your toes and kissing his cheek. “Never.”

Once done with the aquarium, Naoya’s itinerary continued to the nearby mall, where he’d encourage you to buy something nice—or more like force you to do it yourself, since he was set on purchasing whatever he assumed you’d enjoy. So, if you don't want to end up with things you might not like, you better step up— before getting something to eat.

But while most of his plans were made with the purpose of distracting you, he won’t deny that he’s greatly benefiting from them too; because once he set his mind in achieving that today, Naoya turned into nothing less of an anxious mess, constantly wondering what he needed to do to achieve the same thing he’s been dreaming of since he’s set his eyes on you. 

As well as trying to overcome the insecurities that came with it, what could ultimately ruin the small relationship he was starting to build with you.

What if you didn’t want to? What if you accepted this date to get to know more of him, deciding the best way to continue was by taking things even slower?

If so, he’d only ruin everything with his silly request!

But this—this isn’t anything new. A lot of couples have done it many times! And will continue to do so even after the two are no longer around. 

«Don’t you think if this is something she wanted to do,  she would’ve told you already?» Naoya cruelly scolds himself. «If I make this decision myself, I’ll only end up pushing her away—»

“Are you ok, Naoya?” you ask, having noticed how eerily silent he’s become since… a while ago, really. “You haven’t even tasted your ramen”

“Ah, yes— I’m fine.” He responds, wiping the sweat off his hands on his coat before looking at you. “I just remembered there’s an assignment I need to do.”

“Oh, is it urgent? We can head back if you—”

“What? No! Why would you suggest that?!” Naoya gasps, you blink. “I—I mean—I still want to spend more time with you in the city.”

You press your lips together.

“Are you sure it’s nothing? We can always go out another time…”

“No. I want today to be special, it’s our first date, after all.” You blush.

“Alright, I’ll believe you.” You say, smiling. “But only if you eat, if not, we’ll head back to the school!”

Maybe filling his stomach will ease his nerves, an empty stomach was never a good basis to make decisions on. 

And yet, it simply made his uneasiness grow bigger, if not worse—like he could puke at the mere thought of disappointing you, even when you’ve consistently shown how happy you are with all that he’s done for you.

Or so that’s how you wished to feel, because it wouldn’t take long before you noticed Naoya’s… distance. His prolonged silence that begun just after leaving the aquarium—the now bane of your existence—completely different from when the day began.

You didn’t want to take this mishap and use it as fuel for your insecurities, but with nowhere else to go and no answers to obtain, it just happened. You simply… began to think that maybe, he didn’t like you as much as you hoped. 

Perhaps you’ve come off too strong with him back then; or maybe you’re too weird for his liking, you shouldn’t have gotten too comfortable with him too early in the relationship—

Not that it mattered anyway, because you were absolutely sure he was now considering not being with you anymore.

Evidently, the two were going through quite the emotional turmoil; but it wasn’t until you realized that the time to return home was fast approaching that you decided to take the first step and end all confusions once and for all.

If the day was going to end like that, you might as well know why.

“Na—Naoya… did I do something to upset you?”

Naoya immediately blinks, snapped back to reality and startled by your bold accusation.

“No?? Where is this coming from??”

“I—I don’t know, I guess you… well, I just concluded that since you got all silent out of the sudden… it must’ve been because of me.” you quietly explained. “Because I disappointed you.”

“I hope to never hear that from you ever again.” Naoya frowns, his stern reaction making you further embarrassed, avoiding his gaze subsequently. He sighs.  “Lool, Y/N… I didn’t mean it that way.”

“...Just tell me. What did you not like about me? What is something I did?”

“All you’ve ever done is be perfect, so no.”

“Then what is it?” you ask once more. “Is it the assignment you told me?”

“No, that’s not it. Not at all.” Naoya quickly responds.

“Then tell me, please.” you breathe, getting desperate at the lack of answer—for every denial felt as if the knife of his indifference twisted deeper and deeper into your heart. Inching you closer to the possibility of you being the cause of such distaste, he just didn’t want you to make a scene. “If it’s something I did—”

“Seriously, stop it already, Y/N!” Naoya gasps, immediately cupping your face and forcing you to see him. You try your best to avoid his gaze to befall your teary one, but ultimately you fail at his persistence. “What do I need to say to get through that stubborn little head of yours??”

“…The truth, I guess…” you sniffed, there’s no point holding back the tears forming in your eyes anymore if they were already soaking your cheeks. “...What changed?”

Naoya swallows, already feeling like shit by having made you cry—a sight he will never forget, nor will he allow to occur once again by his own merit—worse when his heart just kept pounding loudly and painfully against his chest, a combination of his uncertainty when approaching the topic, and regret for your reaction.

But even then, he wholeheartedly prefers to deal with his embarrassment, than his guilt for having hurt the woman of his dreams.

The faster he mends this, the quicker you’ll be back to the same bubbly girl he fell in love with. Or so, he hopes.

“The truth is… I’ve been thinking about something. About that.” Naoya begins, voice trembling as he looks at you. 

“I don’t… follow.”  you say.

He swallows once more.

“The reason why I’ve been quiet is because I want to do something with you.” He quickly adds, it’s obvious by the way he speaks that he’s very nervous, fearful that you might judge him afterwards. But only if he knew… “I want… to… kiss you.”

“O—Oh!” you gasp, and suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. “Naoya, is that why—”

“Ye—yeah. And I didn't know how to bring it up without making you uncomfortable.” Naoya explains. “That’s the reason why I kept quiet. I… I never meant to upset you.”

“I… I didn’t know you were—”

“I knew it was a stupid idea, I’m moving too fast, aren’t I? You probably haven’t even considering the idea—forget I said anything—”

“No, Naoya, don’t—don’t say that.” you say, pulling his attention back to you. “Because that’s not true.”

“What do you mean?”

“...I guess I mean to say I… I’ve also considered it. I have also been thinking about it, quite often too…” you confess, embarrassed. “I’d be lying if I said otherwise…” 

“Y/N…  you mean to say you also…”

“Y—yeah, I mean… who doesn’t want to kiss their boyfriend any chance they get?” you ask. “I just didn’t bring it up because… well, I wasn't sure if you wanted to.”

“It’s all I’ve been dreaming of.” He reveals as well, your heart quickens once again. “...Did you hope it would happen today?”

“M—Maybe!” you shriek. “It’s not too soon, is it?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Naoya admits. “I think some might even say we’re running late.”

You frown. “Not that it should matter, it’s our relationship. Our decision—and I… choose to wait if you so desire.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” you say. “I… I want to kiss you.”

“Then let’s do it—” “But what if you don’t like it?” it’s your time to worry. “I… haven’t kissed anyone else so I don’t know what to do…”

Naoya blinks. Did he hear that right? But far from being inundated with that peculiar rush most got in a situation like this, he was greatly worried about making this a moment you’ll enjoy.

A moment he won’t ruin by his own inexperience.

“Am I to be your first?”

“I mean, I guess if you count that one time when I was 5…”

“I don’t like the thought of that.” Naoya frowns, jealous. You let out a breathy chuckle.

“It was a silly bet, Naoya. Didn’t mean anything.” But you still made the conscious decision to not tell him who it was—if this is how he got at the mere thought of someone else kissing you, you could only imagine what he’d do upon learning it was actually Satoru all along. “Not when I only want you.”

Naoya swallows, his heart skipping a beat.

“Then… what are we waiting for…?”

After a quick debate, the two end up settling for a small, nearby park to finally do what their heart’s desired, into a somewhat secluded eye where no one else would see them obnoxiously (but sweetly) try to kiss each other for the first time, yet intimate enough to persuade them into actually doing so.

Truth be told, the more you and Naoya realized how close you were to actually doing, the more… anxious you felt. To believe you were simply a few moments away from kissing your boyfriend for the first of many times… This might as well be your first kiss!

Might be Naoya’s too.

“N—now what?” you whisper, unsure how to proceed, fidgeting with his fingers.

“I—I guess we kiss.” He swallows, gently squeezing your hands. “Do I just… lean?”

“Ye—yeah.” You nod, cleaning up all the strands of hair that obstructed your face. “And I guess I’ll just… move to you.”

“Ok.” He nods, taking one last deep breath. “Then… let’s do it.”

…

…

…

“You said you would lean down, Naoya.”

“I can’t if you’re staring at me like that!”

“I’m—I’m not staring!” you cry back. “I’m just—I’m just being attentive!”

“Yes you are, you’re looking straight at me with those big eyes of yours!”

“Where am I supposed to look, then?! How am I supposed to know when to move??”

“Not me?? Close your eyes!”

“But what if you bump into me?!”

You’ve unknowingly awoken a fear within Naoya, as if the worry of your approval wasn’t enough.

“I’m not—I’m not going to bump into you.” He frowns. “Why would you even suggest something so silly… Do you know how weird you look staring right at me?”

You frown.

“…You didn’t have to be rude about it…” Naoya immediately regrets the way he spoke to you.

“No, princess, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He says, cupping your face once more. “That was just my nerves talking.”

“…I’m nervous too.”

“I know, I know. But I still want this, more than anything in the world.” Naoya adds. “So please… trust me. I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?”

You smile softly.

“You did.”

“Then just close your eyes and let me do everything else.”

“O—okay…” you nod, sighing before eventually closing your eyes, trying your best to relax and prepare for the fateful moment that would mark the beginning of this beautiful relationship.

Unaware of Naoya’s intent stares; it was almost ironic how he complained about your gaze when he was doing the very same thing now…

But he wasn’t exaggerating when stating he really wanted this. In fact, he probably wanted this much, much more than you. To finally be connected to someone that would appreciate him for who he was, not for what he represented…

Naoya never imagined a moment like this could ever happen with someone like him, like his family and it’s expectations.

Yet, it’s like he summoned you out of his thoughts and now, here you were, materialized before him and ready to give him all the love he deserved—through the adorable pout you were unwittingly doing, awaiting for his kiss, to the way you stood on your toes, your own way to help him out when he eventually leans down. Were you even aware of how adorable you were to him? If not, it just transformed his perception of you into something even lovelier.

«I won’t keep you waiting any longer» Naoya promises as he readjusted his gentle hold of your face, giving you one last smile before finally beginning to lean down towards you. Taking in your scent, your softness, your warmth…

Closing his eyes when just a few millimeters away from your lips, preparing to take in your affection, and then—

He kisses you.

Carefully and sweetly, his world is suddenly filled with color when his lips finally touch your soft ones, the very sensation he always imagined you’d have—no, this was much, much better than all he could conjure up.

It filled a void he’s been desperately craving to satisfy, the need to feel loved, cared for, needed—you gave him all that with just a simple gesture…

How could he not fall more in love with you? His life had become far more thrilling with you in it, and this was only the evidence of such.

And while it ended as a quick kiss, nothing short of inexperienced, found with some hesitance along the way… none of these things mattered in the bigger picture.

To you and Naoya, this was the official declaration of each other’s love, leaning deeper into each other’s embrace once eventually separated.

“S—so…? How—How was it?” you ask, doing your best to push down your heart from coming out your throat as you glanced up to him. “Was—was it… good?”

“Ye—yeah.” Naoya quietly admits, resting his head alongside yours. “It… tasted like ramen.”

“You—stop it! Be serious!” you fret, already a nervous mess when asking for his opinion, his comment simply made it worse!

But naturally, he was only making a slight jest of the moment, his instinctive reaction to trying to ease his jumping heart from bursting out of his chest, as you’d come to notice when placing your ear next to it—it’s the first time you’ve ever heard such quickness coming from him… enough evidence to know he enjoyed it, much to your delight.

“I like it.” he confesses, you smile, leaning deeper into his chest. “It was… much, much better than I expected.”

“I can hear that.” you giggle, hugging him tightly. “... I liked it very much too.”

“Enough to kiss me again?” he teases once more, you blush.

“I don’t know if my poor heart can take it.” you jest back. “My ears are ringing too.”

“Well, you know what they say—the more you keep doing something, the more comfortable you feel with it.” Naoya implicitly suggests.

“Are you saying…”

He nods. “...but only if you want… please.”

You grin.

After such a lovely date, and with so sweetly that he asked…

You had no other option. Not that you’d have many once Naoya grew confident enough to kiss you over and over again later on, if anything, you’d soon find yourself begging him to give you a second to breathe. It would be a miracle if he even gave you a chance to speak in between kisses!

But oh, who are you kidding? Deep within, you knew you enjoyed it, always looking forward to the moment the love of your life would come rushing to steal all your kisses away, you’d probably won’t have any to share by the end of the year!

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“By the way, princess. Why didn’t you want me to pick you up? It was nothing, you know? I could’ve easily gone to your house and done so.”

“Well, because I didn’t want to inconvenience you.” you say, he frowns. “I know, you just said it wouldn’t. But I also felt like taking the public transport, I haven’t used it since we got out on holiday.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you taking the public transport, it’s… unbefitting for someone like you.”

“The public transport isn’t that bad, first of all.” You say, tightly holding his hand as the two headed towards the nearest station, time to head back home unless you wished to deal with an angry father. “...But if you really want to know… I didn’t ask you to pick me up because I didn’t want your motorcycle ruining my outfit.”

“Ruinning your outfit—really? Is that all?” He chuckles. 

“Hey, don’t judge me! And besides, you should know too! You’re quite cautious too, to put it one day.”

“I wasn't going to pick you up with the motorcycle, I have cars too, you know?”

“...A car?” you blink. “You have a car too??”

“Cars. Plural.” Naoya explains proudly. “I just choose whichever matches with what I’m wearing.”

“Naoya, I knew you had money, but that’s just ridiculous!”

“It’s our money now, actually.” He says. “All that is mine is yours; so technically the cars are yours too.”

“No Naoya, oh my god.” you gasp. “I can’t—I can’t accept that! Just what did I get myself into?!”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, I guess the best time of your life?”

You blush.

“That would be one way to put it, I guess.” You frown, making him laugh and subsequently press a kiss on your cheek, on your lips…

“As long as you’re with me, you’ll always have what you need.” He swears, pressing one last kiss on your knuckles. “Whatever you want, I’ll make sure you have it. And I won’t stop at any limit to achieve so.”

Whether he referred to love, or monetary possessions, both guided you to the same conclusion:

“I know.”

NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Nothing was ever the same after that point; 🥺 I just... well, I hoped you liked it!! I wanted this to be as sweet and somewhat awkward as possible lol they're teenagers, after all; but not enough to ruin the experience. I hope I managed to convey that 🥹

Luckily I have another version of their first kiss so if you don't particularly enjoy this, there's always another 😏 but i'll get to that one eventually.

Now, take care, and hope you have a wonderful day!!

[k1ttef1a]

I have plenty of requests for yuri voice, there’s not enough fics or headcanons, but! I hope you can change that! Can I have a Charlie fic where there’s top cas? Literally any top reader-

1) Can I have a Charlie fic where there’s top!fem! cas? Smut pls- and like the plot being he’s just pent up from stress and just needs a release-

2) Alphonse and Seth, seth still thinks he isn’t worthy of any love from them so sugurboo and Alphonse show him that is worth it? Switch!Alphonse, sub Seth, and dom top female sugarboo?

3)fin fluff/ angst(bc we need both sometimes) that who will not be named shows up at his shop, belittles him and even goes to hit him- and so sunflower basically steps in and helps

And so that’s it, please and thank you

Helping Out |Charlie

pairing: Yuurivoice Charlie x fem! reader

warnings: smut, blowjob, dom? reader, sub Charlie

summary: Pete has been working Charlie to the bone, which means Charlie doesn't have a lot of time to relax so you decide to be a sweet girlfriend and help destress.

a/n: I've been having a bad case of writers block so this is kind of shitty.

Charlie had to work overtime at Pete's because today they just so happened to be SEVERELY understaffed, unfortunately for him this wasn't the first time this week he had to work overtime so he was absolutely exhausted.

You could tell by the look in his eyes every time he came home that he was tired and was extremely stressed out, making you feel sorry for your poor boyfriend.

You were currently sitting on your bed, which you shared with Charlie, waiting for him to come home. As you waited for him to come home you checked the clock on the night stand. It was already 11:30?! You started to worry that he'd never come home. (You were being dramatic but still, you wondered if he'd come home soon or at least come home today).

As you thought about the whereabouts of your boyfriend you heard the front door open then close. Charlie walked into your guy's shared bedroom looking even more tired than yesterday, which made you quite upset. He shouldn't have to stay over time and get paid minimum wage.

"How was work today Chuck?" You asked in a sweet and soft tone, not wanting to be too loud since he had to deal with bitchy customers loud and obnoxious voices all day. "It was fine, Pete was just up my ass all day, you know the usual." He said as he kicked off his shoes and took off his black zip up sweater vest.

"I'm sorry." You replied, feeling sorry for him, having to deal with his boss. "You have nothing to be sorry for Cas, plus it's bringing in money I guess." He said, mumbling the last bit of his sentence. "I mean yeah but you should enjoy work, not come home feeling like shit." You said. It wasn't okay that he was coming back home feeling like crap then going to bed, waking up, going back to work, and restarting the cycle all over again.

"Well there's nothing I can really do." That was true, there was nothing he could really do. The jobs were all minimum wage and kinda shady, and the ones that weren't, you needed a really good resume, which he didn't really have considering the fact that he's quite literally worked for shady people and done shady things, and working for Pete of course.

While Charlie was in the shower washing off all the sweat and grime from that day, you tried to figure out a way to relax your boyfriend. He was off tomorrow, maybe you could just make the day all about him since he's been having bad days for the past week. Good cuddles, breakfast, maybe even take him shopping for some new clothes. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Charlie came out of the bathroom drying off his hair by shaking it like a dog, wearing black and red plaid pajama pants.

He plopped himself on the left side of you, pushing his head back against the pillow and sighing heavily. You got up and decided you'd start his special treatment tonight.

You laid yourself on Charlie's stomach, making him look at you, your faces a couple inches away from each other. "Chuck, can I ask you something?" You said. "Uh sure? What is it?" He said in response, his face slightly flushed from how close you were to his crotch, and from the shower. "Can I.. take care of you tonight?" You asked shyly. This wasn't the first time you guys have had sex but it was a bit more awkward due to the fact that he looked like he was about to pass out at any moment. "You really don't have to Cas, I won't be able to really give you anything back because I feel I'm about to pass the fuck ou-" Before he could finish his sentence you covered his mouth with your hand. "You don't have to give me anything back I just..wanna take care of you tonight." You said, looking at him compassionately. You wanted tonight to be about him and him only.

"I don't want anything in return, I can tell you've been really stressed out and I want to help you relax." You say as you take your hand off his mouth, waiting for a response. He sighs. "Okay." He knew you were pretty stubborn so it would be pretty much impossible for him to disagree with not giving you anything back in return.

You slid the rest of your body down his stomach to in between his legs. You grabbed the front of his pants and his boxers and pulled them down, his cock springing out.

You look at him to see his reaction but he's just looking at you with wide eyes, his face flushed even more than before. You look back down to his cock and give it a small kiss before slowly and carefully taking it all in your mouth, making him lean back into the pillow and moan.

You started to slowly suck him off, not wanting him to cum too fast. "C-cas can I put my hands in your hair please?" He asked. "Mhm." Is all you could say, not wanting to stop.

You started to pick up the pace, making him moan louder. Now the only thing you could hear was Charlie's moans and whimpers and the sound of you sucking him.

You could tell Charlie was close by the way he was bucking his hips slowly into your mouth and the way he was intertwining pieces of your hair into his fingers. "Fuck C-Cas I'm c-close~" You started sucking him off faster and faster, drool trickling down from your mouth to your chin. Charlie was a panting mess, begging and pleading to cum in your mouth, to which you let him.

Strings of his cum shooting to the back of your throat, while you groaned, tears streaming down your face from having to keep your jaw open for so long. You took his cock out of your mouth, as you whipped your lips that were covered in your saliva and a bit of the cum that managed to escape your mouth.

As you both tried catching your breath he pulled up his pants and brought you up to his chest, wiping away the tears that were still running down your cheeks. "S-sorry Cas, was I too rough? " He said, breathing heavily still trying to catch his breath. "N-no, no, not at all." You said sounding like you were about to fall asleep at any second.

"Thank you Casper, you really know how to relax me when I need it." He said in a sleepy voice before yawning and looking down at you to see you already more than half asleep.

"You're...wel..come." You said before fully falling asleep. Charlie then smirked softly and kissed your forehead, grabbing the blanket and covering the both of you.

"Good night Cas." He said before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

☆ this was requested by @kenzib23! It's been about a month since I've posted a fanfic so here you go (I've been extremely busy and exhausted :')) my requests are open!

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds Pride Special 2024

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Pride Special 2024

            “Come on everyone, move!” said Gojo.

            He wore an outfit of obnoxious rainbows made of sparkles and heart-shaped sunglasses. He grinned as he glowed like a disco ball. Hurriedly, he herded the group he had brought to the pride parade down the streets to get to the dance party that had begun.

            Gojo had dragged along Nanami, unwillingly dressed in a pansexual-flag printed tie, and his out students (though many had attempted to escape and ran off once they arrived). Nobara wore a crop top with the bisexual flag with a stylish skirt, and beside her, Maki had on lesbian-flag-colored eyeshadow paired with a button down and slacks. Megumi had on his usual pride shirt—white with the pan flag. (Y/N) had on a black shirt and shorts with an asexuality pin.

            “This is very unnecessary,” said Nanami. “I can enjoy myself off the clock on my own.”

            “Oh, come on, live a little, Nanamiiiiiii,” said Gojo. “It’s Pride!”

            “You’re ostentatious year-round, so it doesn’t seem necessary,” said Nanami, rolling his eyes.

            “Will you stay for a bit?” asked (Y/N), blinking. She’d prefer it if Nanami didn’t leave. She liked having it around.

            “…For a song or two,” amended Nanami.

            He would stay to support (Y/N). She was still told to hold back her identity by people in jujutsu society. Being a half-curse was difficult enough for her, and since she also fell outside of society’s norms for relationships and sexuality, it added more pressure to “conform.” Nanmie would stay to make sure (Y/N) knew it was alright to be herself. There was nothing wrong with being on the ace spectrum.

            “That’s good,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “We’ll miss all the good songs if we’re late!” said Gojo, pushing them forward.

            “The stage is literally right there,” said Maki, rolling her eyes.

            “I don’t think he pays attention to those things,” said Megumi.

            “Hey, Maki, after the first song, do you want to go and get face paint or buy some stickers?” said Nobara.

            Maki smiled. “Sure. Let’s grab a bite to eat afterwards.”

            Nobara brightened and turned a little red. “Right!”

            (Y/N) blinked as the two girls drifted off together. “What are they doing?”

            “Getting a nice moment alone,” said Megumi. “And escaping Gojo-sensei.”

            “Everyone, sssh! The performance is starting!” said Gojo, eagerly watching as the band began to play a cover of “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees.

            He grabbed Nanami’s hands and pulled him into a dance. Nanami rolled his eyes but smiled slightly. Even Gojo deserved a little bit of joy—especially during Pride since Geto was gone—so Nanami would stick around.

            “How do you dance, Megumi?” asked (Y/N).

            “Oh, uh, do you want to dance?” Megumi wasn’t sure how to respond to (Y/N), and if she did want to dance, Megumi would be more than willing to do it with her, but his crush on her meant he was flustered by the idea of doing something like that with her.

            (Y/N) nodded. “Nanami-san and Gojo-sensei look like they’re having a good time. I want to have a good time.”

            “Alright,” said Megumi. He’d do anything to make her happy. “Can I hold your hands?”

            (Y/N) held her hands out, and Megumi’s heart skipped a beat as he took her hands.

            “What now?” she asked.

            “We just kind of…swing around,” said Megumi.

            He began to sway back and forth, and as the song hit the chorus, he swung (Y/N)’s arms playfully. Was it terrific dancing? No. But it was fun. And that was what he wanted (Y/N) to experience at Pride of all places. He wanted her to feel free to just have fun and be herself.

            (Y/N) copied his movements, bouncing between her feet with the beat. And then the chorus grew louder and more energetic, (Y/N) followed her intuition—because all people know how to dance. Maybe not ballet or organized dance, but people know how to jump around and laugh and smile with music. She let go of one hand and spun.

            Megumi’s face split into a wide grin as (Y/N) enjoyed herself, and as she finished spinning, he took her other hand and pulled her in.

            “I think you know how to dance,” said Megumi with a smile.

            “Really?” (Y/N) smiled slightly.

            “As long as you’re enjoying yourself, that’s what matters,” assured Megumi. “You don’t have to care about what other people think right now.” He knew she did all the time. She had to.

            “I like dancing,” said (Y/N) decidedly. Like I like you.

            “I’m glad you do,” said Megumi. And I like you. He spun around with her, doing a sort of uncomplicated pretzel.

            (Y/N) let out a laugh as the music played and everyone danced. Megumi gazed at her fondly as she danced with him. He never wanted this moment to end. Not when she was happy and he was happy and the entire world was peaceful for one single moment.

            (Y/N) felt the same way. After all, the world wanted her to be something she wasn’t. Jujutsu society wanted her to be fully human when that was simply something she couldn’t be. She would always be half-curse, but she could never acknowledge it. That would put her in the wrong despite it being a simple part of her identity.

            And then (Y/N)’s sexuality was out of the norm for society. She didn’t feel for others in the ways she was “supposed to.” She was on the ace spectrum, finding connection needed more of an emotional basis and took longer. Not many people outside of her friends understood that.

            But for now, she was dancing with the people who supported her—all of her. She was proud of who she was, every aspect. (Y/N) knew that was how everyone should feel: free and in love with who they were.

[asirensrambles]

3 times someone read to Fenris + 1 time he did the same

Flufftober Day 5: Fenris/female Hawke x + 1 (can be a classic "5+1 things" [or any number you want] creation or literally a plus one for an event or really anything else you can think of) I could only come up with 3 scenarios, so that's what I went with!

@flufftober

1.

Fenris' ears burned, and he wanted nothing more than to bolt. However, that would have been rude, and Hawke had seemed so genuinely thrilled to present him with the book. Gathering his courage, Fenris risked looking up to meet her eyes. The pity, scorn, or disgust he was expecting to see was nowhere to be found. Instead, she looked thoughtful more than anything.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to teach you then. I could read the first chapter aloud, see if you like it?" Dumbstruck, Fenris could do nothing more than nod. He managed to settle into one of the seats in front of the fireplace as Hawke began the story.

2.

Although the reading lessons with Hawke were going well, Fenris still couldn't manage much more than children's stories. Reading over a job contract? Forget it. Unfortunately, Hawke was out at Sundermount helping Merrill with Maker knows what. It was with reluctant steps and near dragging feet that Fenris made his way into Aveline's office. As he entered, the Captain of the Guard looked up. Upon seeing Fenris, Aveline tilted her head ever so slightly in confusion. Usually, the elf avoided the city guard like the plague.

"I need a favor," Fenris blurted out. Being surrounded by so many armed enforcers had him on edge.

Aveline's eyebrows nearly shot off her face, but she quickly schooled her expression to a more neutral one. "I'll help if I can. What do you need."

Fenris crossed the room and shoved the contract onto the desk. Unable to meet her eyes, he glared at it, as though the document had personally offended him.

"This is a contract for a job I was approached for. I was wondering if...if there's any reason I shouldn't sign it."

The elf's inability to read was something that, while the group knew, was never really spoken of directly. Although Fenris couldn't see it, Aveline's expression softened in understanding.

"I'd be happy to look over it, see if they snuck anything in there that shouldn't be."

"........thank you."

3.

The Hanged Man was busier than normal this particular Friday. After being jostled one too many times, Fenris fled to Varric's quarters upstairs. Almost immediately, he felt himself relax as the impending possiblility of pain flaring across his skin faded away in the open space. To his surprise, Varric was actually in his quarters. While that in and of itself wasn't strange, it was strange on a Friday night. Curious as to what would have the usually social dwarf squirreled away from everyone, Fenris padded over.

"What are you doing?"

Varric nearly jumped out of his seat. "Maker's breath, Fenris! I'm gonna have to put a bell on you."

Fenris smirked. "You can try."

The dwarf just shook his head, before turning back to the pile of papers in front of him. "I'm trying to catch up on some business correspondence, but for some unfathomable reason, one of my partners decided to use Tevene." Varric held up the letter for Fenris to see.

While Hawke's lessons were paying off, trying to match the letters for Andrastian sounds with their Tevene counterparts sent his brain short-circuiting. "I never learned to read Tevene."

Varric squinted at him. "It's the same alphabet, I should be able to read it to you, and you can translate for me?"

Fenris shrugged. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his night. "Sure."

+ 1.

Although it felt foolish, Anders assured him it would help. Apparently, there was a good chance Hawke could still hear him, even as she lay unconscious, recovering from the fight with the Arishok. Fenris reading to her would let her know she wasn't alone, give her mind something to focus on and claw it's way back to. While he was skeptical, Anders was obnoxiously knowledgeable about healing and the practice of medicine, so if he said it would help, Fenris was willing to try. So he picked up the book from the nightstand, opened it to the bookmark, and began to read. It was slow, sometimes stumbling going, but Fenris pressed on. A few days later, when a trembling hand brushed against his own, he knew it had been worth it.

[doodle-do-wop]

Stina and Keefe HC inspired by this post!

Buckle in this is gonna be a long one

Stina can't fucking stand his ass

Someone save her he's so annoying

Why in the name of the prime sources does Sophie even like this boy he's so obnoxious

He's not even that funny literally why is she laughing at all his dumb jokes

She's in the trenches

This is her personal Exile

Stina can't fucking draw

Like at all

She can't draw

She can draw a horse! A really good horse!

But nothing else it's indistinguishable unless it's a horse

They're literally the same person in a different font

They're both empaths with self esteem issues, the hair(tm), down bad beyond down bad, extremely corny, actually touch starved as all hell, would crack a hole through the earth to reach their partner, self sacrificial morons, unnecessary sarcastic while bleeding out, sassy, detention occupants so frequently in detention once they both attended when they didn't even have detention

They're two cats in a burlap sack(Keefe's the orange one, Stina is the grumpy black cat that will actually kill him if left alone in a room with him)

The simping, did I mention the simping?

Keefe and Stina DONT get along (mostly just Stina) for bloody ages and Sophie and Dex (yes this is also a CopperMares post) wish for them to just grow up and be able to tolerate each other for more than five minutes (Stina lasted SEVEN minutes thank you very much) and the cousins immediately regretted that wish because they forgot how annoying their partners can be

The empath duo will do anything and everything in their power to flirt with/look hot in front of/tease/taint/smirk/smile/wink etc etc etc at their respective partners and it drives them crazy

Sophie and Dex have not know peace (to be fair look at who they're dating, it's a conscious choice)

Keefe might technically be older but despite his white boy attitude and his looks you'd think Stina was his older sister the way she will fully strangle him within an inch of his life and then yank him out of his shoes to buy him lunch

Empaths by genetics, siblings by torture

She still can't stand his ass but at this point that's just Stina's weird way of saying she cares for you (just look at Marella, Stina literally tackles the shit out of her despite Marella being about as tall as your average stepping stool but Stina would still lay down her life for her)

They hang out in the silliest way possible and it's trashing Cassius' house and getting ice cream (not always in that order)

Once they found one of Gisela's wallet cubes and they went to town buying supplies, food, clothes, random furniture (some of which may or may not have been shipped to the neutral territories, what are you a narc?), got their usual ice cream (Stina makes a face at Keefe's order but he swears when there's just the melted stuff at the bottom of the cup it's flavors mix really well) then they leap off to Candleshade and use some of their supplies to trash the house (again)

Cassius' big ass statue of himself has never seen a good day since the two have gotten along

They haven't hit all the floors yet but they will some day

It's a shame the Sencen's suck because they have pretty great taste in furniture and silverware

Sometimes they spray paint a big ass target and have a contest to see who can throw at Cassius statue on the bullseye and get it to stay on the wall (Ro is winning by a lot but Stina's telekinesis is getting really great)

Not an AU goes by where Stina hasn't somehow been stuck with Keefe and at this point I don't think there is

Keefe pretends like he can translate Stina's Stinaness the way Maruca can (ex. Stina telling Maruca she hates her and hopes she falls on her face and Maruca responding with "I love you too Stina") and he's almost never right

Stina 'commit to the bit' Heks has fruitlessly vetoed every Keefe Idea that's ever been brought to the table but guess who's the first person to jump on the bandwagon the second the plan falls into action

Sophie and Dex swap scoldings with each other before they go yell at their idiots for whatever big stupid thing of the month they've done now because otherwise the said idiots might be able to flirt their way out of most of the scolding part

Top 5 people who would sing Agony the way it was meant to be sang, dramatically, competitively, and over a waterfall on the forest with very dramatic very swoonable action

Keefe is princess coded while Stina is reluctant but roguishly handsome prince coded you cannot change my mind

Both would be Flynn Rider though (Keefe can also be Rapunzel though, Stina on the other hand could not)

There's probably so much more I'm forgetting but this is long enough for now

Anyway thanks for reading this all if you have and have a good one

@myfairkatiecat

[specialbluehens]

mother hen

based on this post i made about shane being an older sibling figure to the younger bachelors & bachelorettes. he's the disgruntled mom friend.

1. sam

Shane slumps into a chair and takes off that dreadful cap as he begins his legally designated 15 minute break at work. He knows if it weren't for the literal law that he wouldn't be given a break at all, especially with Morris stressing about customers that never show up. It's the same two or three people from town every day. Morris isn't going to get that through his thick skull, though. Shane sighs as rubs his eyes roughly with his palms, trying to fend off his exhaustion and mild hangover.

He's getting better. He hasn't cut himself off completely, but he's getting better. He can remember his nights now instead of select moments and then blurry images and distant noises. Shane sighs. He has a therapy appointment in a couple of days. He isn't enjoying therapy but it is starting to give him relief in a way he's never felt before. It's better. It's better, he reassures himself, despite the pressure in his chest yelling at him that he's a failure for not going cold turkey.

Shane slouches further down in the chair and tips his head so it rests on the back of the chair. These cushioned armchairs, as cheap and small and obnoxiously colored blue as they are, are the best things JojaMart has ever gotten. He shuts his eyes and listens to the sound of absolutely nothing in the break room. He's saved from the terrible repetitive pop music playlist on the floor. It's just him and the whirring of a nearby fan.

Until the door swings open and Sam comes barging in with a giddy smile and something in his hands. He's going to come over and try and show him isn't he?

"Shane!"

Shane groans and covers his face with his cap.

"C'mon! I gotta show you something!"

"No." Shane grumbles from under his cap. "Go away."

"Please?" Sam asks nicely, "I promise you will like it."

Shane grabs his cap and swings it down onto his lap. "What is it?"

Sam holds out a flier and beams. Shane sighs and snatches the paper and takes a look at it. It's an advertisement for a show in Zuzu City.

"Who's 'Goblin Destroyer?'" Shane asks.

"My band!" Sam says excitedly, hopping from foot to foot. "We got a gig! It's a small show but it's still in Zuzu City!"

Shane blinks and nods. "Alright, cool." He looks up at Sam, who's got the biggest hopeful puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. Sam is giving Jas a run for her money. "Uh… good job." He tries to say it and mean it. It's exactly what Sam is looking for, because Sam somehow grins even wider and giddily jumps up and down.

"You totally gotta come!"

Shane purses his lips together. Go to their concert? He can't remember the last time he'd been to a concert, especially given how tickets usually cost more money than he has. Except, Sam and his band can't be expensive. It's their first show and probably at a small concert venue or in a club in Zuzu City, which most of the time is free. He has no reason to not go other than he doesn't know if he wants (or can handle) being in a potential crowd.

But Sam is waiting patiently and quietly. This means a lot to him.

Shane sighs, "Yeah, I can go. I just need the date and time."

"Really?!" Sam nearly shouts. "And everything is on the flier, plus everybody from here who's coming will be on the bus together. Pam agreed to it," He explains.

"Ah," Shane says, reading the flier again and seeing yes, all of the information is there. "Erm, your mom going?"

"Her and Vince are going, yea," Sam sounds less excited but he's still happy. "I'm not sure Mom will like the music too much, she doesn't like it when we practice in the house, but I think my dad would like it."

"Mmm," Shane hums.

"My dad isn't going to be home until next year," Sam says, his demeanor shifting into what Shane can only describe as sullen. "It's been weird, getting ready for it even though it's a whole two seasons away."

Shane isn't sure what to say to that. He never had much of a family growing up, and what little he remembers of his father are more images than true moving memories. Flashes.

"He's been gone since Vince was a toddler," Sam says. "We had just moved to the valley when it happened." Shane knows all of this already, this isn't the first time Sam has told him about it. Sam tends to repeat it a lot.

"I mean, I'm an adult now, y'know?"

"You're an adult?" Shane teases dryly. He smirks as Sam leans over and gives him a light slap on the knee.

"I'm being serious, dude," Sam says, "I just… I'm doing great things and he's not even here. I've been told he didn't have a choice but then there's so many people whose dads are here and weren't shipped off to the war. Did he have no choice?"

"Sam there wasn't a draft, and there hopefully won't be one anytime soon. So no, your father wasn't forced," Shane states matter-of-factly. He didn't plan on continuing further, but Sam's look of defeat…

"But, by 'no choice', probably meant in looking for a job. People who aren't doing well sometimes feel like the military's all they can do and be guaranteed some benefits at the end of it. Why did y'all move to Pelican Town?" Shane asks.

"It was too expensive in Zuzu," Sam says.

"Do you know why I moved to Pelican Town? Why did I move in with my aunt?"

"Because it was too expensive in Zuzu City."

"Right, and that was just me and Jas," Shane says, "Two of us. Y'all are a family of four. I can't imagine how hard it was."

"... Yeah…" Sam murmurs.

"Look, your old man was doing what was best at the time. He's gonna be different when he comes back."

"Yeah, in his letter he said he was different. I found it in my mom's room."

"Don't go snooping in your mom's room," Shane scolds. He clears his throat to switch off the "talking to Jas aka a child" mindset. "All I'm saying is, maybe this," Shane passes back the flier. "This'll be something he can enjoy when he gets back."

"I hope so," Sam says. "I don't know what I'd do if he doesn't like it."

"He'll like it," Shane says, "And even if he doesn't, he'll still be proud. He's your dad. He'd be crazy if he wasn't proud of you."

"You think so? Sometimes I don't even know if my mom is proud of me."

"She's going to be proud of you when she sees you on that stage. I know I'd be."

"... You would?"

"Mhm."

Sam looks at the flier and his face scrunches, deep in thought. Shane checks the clock and sees he's a couple minutes past his break. He sighs and he stands up, stretching his arms up to try, popping his back. Before he can leave, Sam is wrapping his arms tightly around Shane and squeezing.

"Sam?!"

"Thank you," Sam breathes.

Shane awkwardly pats Sam's back. "Er… you're welcome?"

Sam lets go and hurries off out of the breakroom. He probably wasn't even supposed to be back here, let alone for an entire 15 minute break. Shane sighs as he drags his feet to the door.

"That was weird," He murmurs to himself. He ignores the lightness in his chest. It was weird.

As long as the kid's happy though, right?

Shane questions if it was worth it as Morris yells at him for being late coming back from his break. He sees Sam behind Morris, mopping as usual as if he hadn't gone to the breakroom and is the reason Shane is late. Shane sighs again.

He'll take the blame for it this time.

This time, he tells himself, despite it not being the first time.

It probably won't be the last.

[raptorfae53]

Howleen Wolf Redesign/Character bio:

Howleen Wolf (she/her)

Werewolf child of the Wolf family. (Black American)

(Transforms on the full moon into a Timber wolf)

Pansexual

Loud,brash and a bit obnoxious as middle schoolers can very much be. Howleen is the archetypical middle child, desperate to seem cool to her peers and stand out among her literal crowd of siblings, something which she attempts to by dressing as her dad puts it “in nothing but the shades of the ink colours in the printer” and listening to loud, rebellious music on full blast, yet still dropping everything to impress that next cute boy,girl or whatever.

Likes: her siblings,football,loud rebellious music, skating and having twyla as her best friend.

Dislikes: her siblings,know-it-all adults, thunder and lightning, alpacas and homework (forget that,schoolwork in general!)

Killer style: Androgyny, loud colours (orange,blue and pink being her favourites) and lots of denim, supplemented by a steady supply of clothes and accessories stolen from her older siblings' wardrobes. (It's OK,howleen looks better in it than clawdeen ever did,according to herself at least…)

Familiar: Despite her constant begging for one,much to her chagrin howleens familiar is currently Cushion,the same old stuffed hedgehog she's had since she was five, twyla at least thinks he's cute though…

Pet Peeve: Being patronised to and considered “kiddy”,especially by clawd and clawdeen there's only a year between them don't you know, she's basically a young adult too! Regardless of the fact that clawdeen was right and that jump did send her flying and break her arm ,or got so scared by that thunderstorm two months ago she cried,or…

Freaky Flaw: Egotism and insecurity, despite Howleens current contempt for the figures of seniority in her life (ie. Her parents,older siblings and teachers), sometimes they do really know what's best and Howleens constant desire to prove them wrong sometimes leads to more trouble than there would've been had she listened to them.

Spooky Secret: Ooh boy, Howleen would very much Like to have a secret, in that she thinks a touch of mystery would add to the cool image she's trying to portray, but like it or not seemingly everything she wants to be kept under wraps keep getting exposed by either her own family or by herself. She's let out something she really wished nobody knew about way too many times…

Dream job: Soccer player, there's all sorts of stuff howleen wants to do. Which makes it all the more irritating she's stuck in middle school, being forced to learn stuff like history and geography and…math “shudder”, so boring!

Five Fearsome facts:

Like her older brother Howleen is a massive sports fanatic, as opposed to him however howleen prefers soccer (or football as her sisters annoying British friend insists its called) and hopes to play for monster high and later college level when she gets to those…

Howleen is a massive rock,punk, and hip-hop fan. Whilst usually her playlist is chock full of older hits from the 80s and 90s, lately shes been getting into a local monster-lead punk band and has shown up to every gig since she first knew about them (and because it's $5 a ticket and there's usually few other people there…) if only clawdeen,her usual chaperone to their gigs,was enthusiastic about them as she was, and that the band would pay as much attention to her,their biggest fan, as they do to her bore of a sister…

Howleen loves skating and skateboarding, owning several boards (well…one working one and one that got snapped in half in a particularly daring stunt) and both a pair of rollerblades and heelys. She's asked fellow skater Duece gorgon if he'd show her some tricks when he's got the time but he forever seems more interested in teaching howleen “the basics” than how to do cool stunts.

Howleen's hair is far from the healthiest. Years of chronic dyeing and straightening (often done to impress others or in acts of rebellion against her parents best advice) have left it for lack of a better word, a mess. Clawdeens threats to shave it all off when howleen touches her stuff may have some merit to them funnily enough…

Howleen has an arch enemy, Rámon, the wolf family's alpaca! Ever since the day he arrived on the wolf family farm he has been terrorising howleen and her little sister Weredith (although to be fair Weredith is very nosy and annoying, howleen can at least understand him in that regard) and is always trying to spit in her face or eat her hair! There's also the fact that he always runs from clawdeen or lets clawd and twyla pet him when they help out with farm chores, so she knows he's got it out for her specifically…

Back again with profile 5 of 7 and the first of the three planned for October, Howleen!!!

I know howleen is a bit infamous for having essentially been completely redesigned in the middle of g1 (notably removing her curly hair) and having a G3 design which takes inspiration from both g1 designs alongside something new (although I was never fond of the whole angle she isn't clawdeen's sister,yes it makes sense in-story but I think it kinda takes a lot away from her as a character)

Anyways, since MH reimagined is intended to take inspiration from all aspects of monster high, howleen has elements from all of her designs (yes, including later G1, I wrote her as someone who is insecure enough to actually go through with a complete style change if it meant people saw her as cool, although my intended design for her has more g3 inspired hair)

Also, as well as style inspiration from said G1 and G3 designs, I imagine howleen wears a lot of stuff similar to this:

Anyway I hope you liked this character profile, next week will be a character that I've mentioned a good few times already and who has been deserving of his own profile for a good while now, so stay tuned!

[fappellmoan]

not to sit here and weave a story out of nothing like a little protagonist via my quirky online storytelling but i rekindled my friendship with sam who is such an interesting person there are just a lot of stories of all sorts and this is funny timing but truly we just fell into such an easy banter this past class so we were like omg lets hang right so. his roommate really is just like stupid hot right. i could get corny with it but i wont. a face sculpted by the hands of god though. all this prefaced i will now tell u an absolutely nothing story and i really mean that read at your own discretion ((A/N: trust and believe i yapped. putting under keep reading to be somewhat forgivable) (i am not in my best of states rn. okay.)

anyway so we're chillin in sams room im getting caught up on the latest construction projects and shit.. one thing abt sam hes always up to something. they've got an entire work desk #butchrealness. then i hear some singing out in the hallway but from where im sitting cant actually see anyone so convo just goes sam and roommate 'hey' 'hey' and then i peeked my little head out and waved and said hey and they stopped and set down their basket and said 'Hey' and then i did not introduce myself (flop) (combo of cramped room and sam talking and me being wildly awkward) (also keep in mind i dont know if this person has swiped left on me or not been on tinder or if theyd even recognize me anyway and hating that that's even a situation bc i hate that stupid app but just hoping worst case scenario i dont come off as an insane stalker but rather a victim of circumstance) but they just chatted for a sec abt whatever shelf sam needs to fix and that was that. and then they went back to humming which was cute or whatever

to set the next scene we're down in the kitchen and sams cooking and this is a while after we took his homemade gummies so im not rlly high per se but chillin and something about the noise and setup in their kitchen is so overstimulating for me lol when shes cooking im just like frozen. i always offer to help but he always just gets in a groove it's best i dont intervene. one time he had to tell me to go sit down in the other room bc i was freakin out a little lol

so im perched on this single high chair they have in the kitchen right next to their washer and dryer as sams whipping up some food and im kind of obnoxiously saying Unfortch in response to a story he was telling me and he gives me a look so im like UnfortunateLy. and then hes like 'psh i know unfortch i live with this guy' cue roommate strollin in with laundry and theyre just like Whaat and sam explains and theyre like Oh ofc you gotta know unfortch or whatever. forgot to mention that earlier in sams room they said three similar abbreviated words in a row just during a normal sentence and it caught me so off guard i wanted to giggle. so naturally my brain is going through Immediate social response of a semi awk laugh or quippy remark about that but also theyre literally like a foot away from me and im largely nonverbal atm lmfaoo so i just mumble smth to try and go along w the bit but then trailed off cause i was like wtf am i even saying. brain was overloaded

and then i was like um. i literally was just staring around doing fuck all like a perched bird or something but i was fighting a war in my mind of like ok do i introduce myself or look to sam to do so or do we not do that or is that rude idk but also they have headphones on one ear and are doing all their laundry shit and i once again dont want to be like overbearing but also well come on now we gotta feel out the vibe (and i do a great job here.) idk so im like Ok dont just look at them but dont Not look at them just behave like a normal person. you know. the usual. sam comes over to give me a bit of bread with balsamic vinegar and oil and i spilled it on my sweater fuck this stupid baka life (didnt really show. but still they were right there..)

and so after a min of this they were kinda like awkward laugh 'dont mind me' and i once again was very self conscious and had several things that wanted to come out 'not at all' 'dont mind me' 'it's your house' 'these all sound awful abby' then i got anxious that i was in the way the whole time but they were almost done and if i got into a weird apology thing well i would have had to kill myself so i just once again kind of uttered something that would have sounded like 'youresogoodicanmovetoo' and also 'sorry if i just keep like looking over at you' WTF IS THAT SHIT. FUMBLE BOOOOO and my follow up was essentially nothing cause i couldnt decide if i should say 'im just a bit out of it/high' 'im easily distracted (kys)' 'idk what to do w myself haha' 'im useless in the kitchen' (not entirely true) i mean just a few minutes before sam and i had talked about how ill just wander around peoples rooms and observe things to avoid feeling awkward and it's just how i am and so i was kinda just doing that due to the nerves of the sitch but there was only so much to look at. and i just sat there. offputting realness. whatever. so. straight face emoji. and that was mostly the extent of that i dont remember what they said in response just like a lil laugh or w/e. probably couldnt hear my stupid ass mumbling. so im thinking my chances of charming them at all are really stellar

if you read all this i want you to just take note that the events depicted here could not have been more than 3-4 minutes collectively. and yet the yap goes on..

for future reference, what did we learn? probably best to just continue convo with sam, excuse urself to br, or perhaps even attempt a conversation w them if ever in a similar situation again and they talk to you first again. also stop inventing complicated situations in ur head chill the hell out. idiot. says the bitch with the anxiety disorder. feel free to egg me on or tell me to fuck off ok xoxoxoxxo love u

[mythica0]

A Blast

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo gets a lee mood, but refuses to let himself indulge, and is grumpy as a result. Donnie figures out a way to help his twin.

A/N: a little self-indulgent something-something to get me back in the flow of writing! This takes place post-movie so some spoiler warning!

TW:Swearing, minor angst and self-depricaty thoughts.

A Blast

Leo was in a lee mood.

Something completely normal for him, and yet he was actively hating himself for it.

‘Ugh, I wanna be tickled so bad!’ His thoughts echoed, quickly followed by a stern,

‘No, Leo, it’s silly stuff like this that got your family hurt.’

Usually, these moods of his would make him giggly and a tad bit obnoxious. However, he was suppressing those behaviors. He would not let himself be immature. Not when it caused so much damage.

He bottled up everything he was feeling towards said lee mood. Which resulted in a very grumpy Leo.

Whenever someone asked about it(usually Mikey), he would brush them off, tell them he was fine and move on with life.

Donnie wasn’t having any of it.

He noticed how Leo had brushed off Mikey’s concern several times now, even though all of them knew something was up.

Donnie was going to get to the bottom of this situation.

That evening, the soft shell went up to his twin.

“Nardo?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“Uh… yeah?”

“What’s up with you? And don’t you dare say nothing because we both know thats a lie.”

Leo tried to object before Donnie cut him off.

“Ah-ah! I know what you’re about to say, and just because I can’t lie dosent mean I don’t know when someone else is lying.”

Leo saw his dead-pan expression and decided ‘I guess I just won’t talk then. Cause I am not touching that with a ten-foot pole.’

Donnie waited and stared at his brother for a moment, quickly realizing the slider wasn’t going to talk.

“Fine then,” he started, a dangerous look and tone. “I will make you talk.”

The smart one then tackled Leo to the ground, quickly starting his attack.

Donnie nearly got whiplash from how quickly Leo’s demeanor changed from ‘grumpy and stubborn’ to nearly elated.

He was even more shocked when, despite how happy his twin looked, he still protested profusely.

Leo, on the other hand, was conflicted.

He shouldn’t be letting himself have this, it’s immature, it could cause problems. He could cause problems.

But he also was finally being tickled! And it was fun. ‘Why is it so much fun?’

Donnie could see the conflicted thoughts running through Leo’s head. He didn’t know exactly why his twin was conflicted, but he could see it all over the sliders face.

Donnie slowed to a halt, hoping to get Leo to talk about his feelings like a normal person.

As Donnie stopped, Leo accidentally let a small noise of disappointment escape him.

Donnie lifted an eyebrow at the noise. “What was that?”

“Uhuh… would yohou believe mehe if I sahaid nothing?”

“Absolutely not.”

Leo just smiled nervously and didn’t respond.

Donnie sat in silence for a moment, putting two and two together in his head.

“You…You didn’t want me to stop, did you? This is what was making you grumpy. Because you were suppressing a lee mood.”

Leo looked anywhere that wasn’t his twin .

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is literally asking for round two. In his head at least.”

Donnie just smirked at Leo’s nervous yet giddy anticipation. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to comply.”

Then the soft shell waisted no time starting right back up again, scribbling behind Leo’s knees.

Leo instantly started laughing. He was so happy to be in this position. He was still a little conflicted, but his pure joy at finally getting what he wanted set that off to the back burner.

Donnie idly wondered why Leo felt the need to suppress it in the first place as he continued. That was a discussion for later though. For now, he was just gonna let his twin brother laugh and not hide behind a mask.

When the purple-lover started squeezing Leo’s thighs, the slider quickly fell into gleeful cackles.

It was unbearably fun, debilitating in the best possible way. His thoughts melted into the backround and he just finally let himself go.

He let himself have fun and be immature, probably for the first time since the invasion.

Eventually, Leo couldn’t breathe properly anymore and tapped Donnie to let him know he was done.

Donnie got the slider a glass of water as he recovered.

“Soooo~, did you have fun?” The soft shell smirked.

Leo just sighed out a giggle and nodded, letting himself be honest about it.

“A complete and utter blast.”

———THE END————————————————

[solitaireships]

Rot Day

So one of the people at my internship talked about having what she called rot days where she just sits in bed all day and watches movies/tv, reads, and plays video games and since hearing about that that has become my greatest unattainable fantasy. Since I can't have that, I'll let Thalia and Cleo have that together. Note that this was all written in like 24 hours on a whim and I didn't edit it, so there might be some typos in there!

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 989

Divider by emeraldurafreak

“Good morning, Thalia!” 

The cheerful voice of Cleo is startling in the early morning, partially because it’s unusual. As Thalia mumbles, still half asleep in bed, she looks up to see her girlfriend looking far more awake than she usually does at eight in the morning. She’s always exhausted in the morning, practically having to be dragged out of bed by Thalia, but right now she’s looking awake and alert, Sebastian the rat perched on her shoulder looking just as awake. Bundled in Cleo’s arms is Thalia’s laptop, Nintendo Switch, and a couple of trade paperbacks.

“Morning?” Thalia says, more question than a statement as she sits up in bed, eyes blinking to adjust to the newly bright room. “What are you doing so… awake this early?”

“I had an idea for something fun to do today,” Cleo says, as if that explains everything.

“Could I get a clue?” Thalia asks. 

Cleo sits down on the edge of the bed. She sets each of the assorted items in her arms down on the bed, spreading them out in front of Thalia. “We’re going to do a rot day.”

“Cleo, baby, that does not help me understand what you’re talking about.”

“Okay.” Cleo fully climbs into bed now, pulling the white and teal quilt onto her lap as she settles next to Thalia. “The idea is that we just sit here and do nothing. Well, not nothing, but the fun kind of nothing. Watch movies, play games, you can do some reading and writing and that kind of thing. It will be a good time for you to get to relax.”

Thalia can’t help but give a small smile at Cleo being thoughtful enough to suggest something like this. She knows that it’s easy for her to get lost in the bustle of life. Thalia always likes having something to do, always likes to be working and feeling like she’s doing something that helps others. 

But her work is exhausting. She loves being a counselor, but empathy fatigue is something that she’s been dealing with more and more. And despite that, it’s hard for her to take a break. Thalia can’t blame that on her work, though, that’s instead the result of some long running anxiety issues that she’s never addressed, always preferring to talk about others’ feelings and problems than her own. Self-care has never been a strong suit of hers, and as tempting as a day of just staying in bed doing nothing sounds, even her half awake brain searches for reasons not to do it.

“I don’t know if I should be taking a day off like this,” Thalia says. She reaches over to get her glasses from the nightstand, putting them on. 

“Why not?” Cleo questions, head tilting to the side. “You’re already not working today, it’s Saturday.”

“Just because I’m not at work doesn’t mean I don’t have things to do.”

“And are any of them ones you need to do right away?”

They aren’t, but Thalia doesn’t want to say that. “Well, even beyond that, literally staying in bed all day isn’t possible. We’d have to get up to, like, make dinner and stuff. And I need to get coffee in a bit or my head is gonna feel like it’s about to explode.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the coffee, I already got it started for you,” Cleo promises. “Rot day can start after you get your coffee. And we can always order food and I can ask Sebastian and the other rats to bring it to us.”

“I don’t want rats handling our food.”

Sebastian makes a noise that can only be described as sounding offended, hopping down from Cleo’s shoulder to Thalia’s lap. He looks up at her with his big black eyes, and it’s hard to resist him when he’s so obnoxiously adorable with his little backpack strapped to him. 

Thalia reaches down to pet him, her fingers tracing against his soft fur. “I’m sorry, buddy, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

Sebastian responds with a chattering noise, rubbing his head against her hand in a way she assumes means he accepts her apology. 

“But I still don’t know if we should have this… rot day thing. Rotting’s not exactly a good thing that people should want to be doing,” Thalia objects.

“We can come up with a new name,” Cleo promises. 

“Cleo.”

“What? What if I wanted you to stay in bed with me all day?” Cleo asks. “I’m tired. I want my girlfriend to stay with me and keep me company.”

Thalia knows exactly what she’s doing. Cleo knows that Thalia doesn’t like doing things for herself, but she does like doing them for other people. And while Thalia knows that this is just her saying something to try to convince her to take a break, she can’t force herself to say no to something that would make Cleo happy. 

Thalia can never resist Cleo. And, if she were more honest with herself, she could admit that staying in bed with her all day sounds like a dream come true. It’s been a long time since she’s done anything fun, anything just for herself. She’s always too exhausted to do anything but mindlessly scroll through social media, only half paying attention to anything she’s watched. 

But this could be a good thing for her. A chance to reset, and to enjoy some time with her girlfriend.

“Okay,” Thalia relents.

“Okay?” Cleo repeats, a smile on her face as she leans closer to Thalia.

“But we’re not going to order food for the rats to bring to us. We can put a pause on the rotting to go get stuff,” Thalia says. 

Cleo presses a quick kiss to Thalia’s cheek. “Okay. Thank you, pretty girl.”

Thalia “hmm”s in response. But as she settles into bed, she thinks that a day off like this may be just what she needs.

[starshard17]

“hey, look at me. i’m not going anywhere.” with Virgil

It's been a little while since I've written anything but I'm in the mood to write.

Pairing: Dukexiety (platonic)

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It was a normal day for the most part. As normal as it can get for Virgil. The anxious side could be found perched on counters and tables about the house. He was either biting at his nails or messing with the strings of his jacket as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone.

It was difficult to tell just by looking at him if there was something bothering him in the deeper corners of his mind. Granted there was always something to be worried about when you were him. Forgetting to turn off the stove, lock your car, lock the doors and windows of your home. The fear of whether there was someone already in your home because you could hear the noises of what were reminiscent to footsteps but you know you live alone.

Virgil let out a groan. He shoved his phone deep into the pocket of his jacket and he stomped his way upstairs, eyes flicking back and forth as he ascended. He needed new scenery. He had already switched between the kitchen counters, the top of the fridge, the coffee table and the back of the couch at least a hundred times. He wasn't sure that he wanted to see the familiar comforting look of his dark room. While the slightly opened door beckoned him, he turned his gaze away. He wanted to look at something different.

He trekked through the halls before coming to a sudden stop. His eyes darted up to the door of the room he had stopped beside. It was just like any other door in the hallway, except there was a green tint. Not to mention a large, sword shaped engraving on the front.

He wasn't sure why he felt the need, he and the Duke were usually on rocky terms, but his hand moved to the handle and he twisted it open, cautiously taking a step into the room.

He was immediately overwhelmed by the scent of a salty lake that was overrun with algae and full of dead fish. He choked on the smell but still pushed forward. Remus' room was by no means small. It was easy to get lost in there if you were not careful, due to its ever changing nature.

Eventually the smell either faded or Virgil's nostrils became accustomed to it, because it was no longer a bother to the anxious side. What was the real bother was that Virgil could not find a place to sit or a person to talk to.

"Maybe he's not in here." Virgil muttered to himself, silently cursing himself for even thinking it was a good idea to come in here.

"The most unpredictable side lives in this place and I came in here to sit down. The chances of being eaten by the thing I sit on is dangerously high, so why here of all places." He grumbled.

He bit at his thumbnail anxiously. Stupid...

Still, as he continued to search, he found nothing. Though he never felt compelled to leave. Why was a mystery to him. He could've been sitting already, having a great chat with Logan about space, or Roman about Disney movies, or Patton about literally anything...

Maybe it was because he missed the memories. Deep in the pit of his stomach there were butterflies. He felt sick at the thought of leaving without even at least saying hello.

Even with that dread in his stomach he turned in the direction of the door. And there, now in front of him, was a side with a crazed look in his eyes, a wide dopey smirk, and an obnoxiously green outfit.

"What, leaving already? We haven't even talked yet!" Remus cackled, grabbing Virgil's wrists and dragging him in the opposite direction of the door.

Virgil wanted to protest but then quickly settled, following the Duke as he pulled on his arms.

"What brings you to my room, Emo?" Remus asked, he head turning back to look at Virgil.

The anxious glanced back and he could tell the door was slowly growing further and further away from them. He fixed his attention back on the side pulling his arms. "Needed new scenery..." He muttered, eyes widening and looking down when he noticed the Duke making eye contact.

"Well have you come to the right place!" Remus cheered. And with a snap of his fingers the room shifted. The walls curled in on themselves and the ground beneath them both almost felt like it was tempted to swallow them whole. The room became smaller and there was a clear bed to the left side of the room. The walls were an obnoxious neon green that seemed to shift to a darker shade every second then back to the brighter color. The floor had become a tall, shaggy carpet that felt like hands trying to grab at your ankles whenever you walked.

The Duke led Virgil to sit on the bed and he kept a wide grin on his face. For once, he sat completely silent.

Virgil bit at his bottom lip and curled up on himself, unsure what to say. He got different scenery for sure, and he had found the side he had been looking for. But what was he supposed to do about conversation? There wasn't anything he particularly wanted to talk about.

Perhaps he just felt a pang of nostalgia, a feeling of yearning for his past. A longing for a moment like the two used to share ages ago.

He missed Remus.

He wouldn't tell him directly, but that was the truth. He missed the strange, quirkiness of his talk and just the sound of his voice. He just needed to sit and listen to him for a moment...

"I came to talk to you," he said, tensing as he waited for the reaction.

The Duke broke into a huge grin, clapping his hands. "Oh joys! What are we talking about?" He asked, expression crazy as ever.

Virgil bit at his thumbnail. "You choose..." He muttered under his breath, though the intrusive side seemed to pick up on the answer.

"Giving me free will, hm? Well warning you now, you're in for a real rodeo!" He cackled and next thing Virgil knew Remus was talking his ears off.

He allowed himself to relax in the sound of the Duke's voice, a small, fond smile coming to rest on his face.

Virgil sat there for the rest of the day, just listening to Remus talk. He didn't register a lot of what he was saying, but he would slip a small comment or remark every so often into the conversation, which made the Duke grin ear to ear.

It was about as chill as it could get with Remus leading the conversation. Eventually, the topic switched to something that pulled at the heart strings. Somehow, they found themselves on the topic of the past. Living together, the three of them. Virgil, Remus, and Janus.

"Those were the good old days, huh..." Remus muttered with what appeared to be a twinge of sadness in his smile.

That caused Virgil’s heart rate to spike. He got really fidgety, and he bounced his leg up and down as his breath got fast-paced and sporadic.

"No, no, no... I can't. I don't. I never wanted to leave you behind..." Virgil muttered, cutting Remus' reminiscing short.

The Duke hesitated for a mere moment before taking the anxious side's hands into his own. When Virgil didn't attempt to pull his hands away, Remus moved closer. "Hey, look at me. I'm not going anywhere."

Virgil tightened his grip on Remus' hands, eyes shakily making their way up to meet with the Duke's. "When you left, sure, it stung. A lot. It stung for all of us. It hurt. We don't have to be forced away from each other anymore. You know that. I'm always just a knock on the door away from a visit. Hell, you came to visit me out of your own free will! That's why we're sitting here!" Remus ran the pads of his thumbs over the backs of Virgil's hands in a comforting manner. That paired with the words coming from the Duke's mouth did wonders to calm him.

Virgil glanced up when he felt Remus' forehead press against his own, and he smiled weakly. It had been a while since they talked, but now they didn't have anything keeping them from sitting and talking for hours like how things used to be.

"You can stick around as long as you like. Even if you don't have anything to say." Remus told him, his voice unusually soft. "I will always be here to listen to anything you spout out."

Virgil took comfort in the promise. He felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. It was a familiar promise. Similar to one he had heard Remus make before.

And he knew that promise would be kept. Even more so now that they had the choice to be near the other.

Maybe it'd be a long time before Virgil came by to visit Remus again. Only reason he had today was for a change of pace in his daily routine. But he made a mental note of what Remus had said, about not going anywhere. He had plenty of time to revisit the Duke and listen to his rambles. And what better time than the present, right? He wanted to sit there and listen to his rambles for hours on end.

It wasn't exactly the same as the past that Virgil had been yearning to reconnect with, but it was as good a start as any. It was a sweet, familiar feeling to be there with Remus in this exact moment, and he wouldn't trade that feeling for the world.

[demonsfate]

which is funny bc i went from hating tek6 to rly becoming invested in the verse just BECAUSE of how i write dj in it. he's very interesting to write in that one just bc in most rps with him (which are USUALLY set post tek4 but pre tek5) - he's mostly just a homicidal troll who loves fucking with other muses for the fun of it. but i feel like with the tek6 verse, i can get a bit deeper in his psychology. as he finally got what he wanted, but it wasn't fully what he expected. war is stressful, go figure. he's no longer obnoxiously laughing at someone's misfortune, or going full feral rage mode. no, he's now a miserable fuck much like his host was - except even more miserable because he lacks jin's compassion and good natured heart. i also get to explore him finding out that he was literally created to be nothing but a tool to help someone Superior to him, and him desperately fighting that fate - or i guess you could say, REBELLING against his bloodline (LOL!) and then there's the fucked up fact that he possibly feels lonely. perhaps not actually lonely, but he's not used to being alone in his head. he's used to a busy head because somebody else lived there. and now that somebody is gone. and it brings up complex feelings whether he missed the company, or if the change simply makes him uncomfortable as he's lost something he's known his entire life. and then. y'know... a devil trying to act as a human - but yet despite looking like one, he still fails. because he's not human, and he will never truly understand what it's like to be human.

anyway, there's just a lot of layers when writing dj in this verse that makes me quite invested. i may write jin a lot - but i truly love both of them, and i love exploring both of them.