#it made me laugh out loud several times throughout the day

[sepia-stained-sunset]

I really really want an au where Dana, traumatized though she is after Boomerang's attack, steps up and hardens her heart to be the last bit of family Tim has left (as far as she knows, anyway, since Bruce had the emotional literacy of an ulceric porcupine). A Dana who knows she's not his mother and he's not her son, but they love each other and that's all that matters. A Dana who is hurt and grieving the loss of her husband, but who pushes it down to shield herself and her stepson from those who would pilfer what little they had left.

It's such a tired cliche for female characters to be defined by motherhood, but Dana is a really good stepmother in the comics and them just throwing her into a mental hospital in a city that gets blown up a year later just pisses me off. Dana played an important role in Tim's life, not as a second mother but as a friend and an authority figure who wouldn't lash out at him or punish him for stupid shit. She never turns on him, never insults or berates him, never implies that he has to be anything more than himself with her, and considering how every other adult in this kid's life treats him, she should be up there with Dick in regards to his favorite people.

And hell, you could get a really interesting storyline out of Dana and Tim trying to protect each other, Dana in their civilian identities in regards to mitigating potential scandals and providing alibis, and Tim in his hero identity by giving her self-defense training and beefing up the house's security measures. Maybe a storyline where tabloids and gossip rags are insinuating that she’s trying to steal Tim's inheritance or that she had a hand in her husband's death, only for Tim to see that and call in a few favors to get those stories redacted and an official apology issued. Have her be the one person he keeps in contact with during his Brucequest, holding down the fort and reminding him that she won't give up on him.

Let Dana and Tim have a good relationship without Jack in the picture, is what I'm saying.

(Also the idea of Dana going after Jason with a bowie knife after Titans Tower despite Tim insisting that it's fine, this wasn't even in his top twenty beatdowns, please don't, and Jason having no idea how to handle her, is very funny to me)

I'm living for the idea that Dana is just semi-aware that Tim is a vigilante. Like she knows she can't stop him but she sure as fuck can keep him safe. Plausible deniability at its finest (aka she helps clean up his wounds and injuries while loudly exclaiming that he should be safer while 'skateboarding')

You just know that Ra's wouldn't have come two feet within Tim during Red Robin if he could just whip out his phone and call Dana and let her know that there was a guy she was totally welcome to run over with her car.

Also, she would most definitely put his 'mourning' Kon and kiss with Cassie into perspective wayy quicker.

[moon7jay]

WANT (l.hs)

Warnings : angst, cum eating, smut, basically filth.

"I think he doesn't find me sexually attractive"

There.

U said it.

Your worst fear. Out loud.

your best friend looked at u like u had grown two heads

"Tf does that even mean? Isn't he dating u? "

She said it like even the thought of what u said was incredulous, but how would she know the things you were seeing and observing with your very own eyes.

Your lower lip trembled just thinking about all the times he had pushed u away. As if u were a turn off. Maybe u were.

"I mean yeah, but it's been 6 months and he hasn't.. " your voice trailed off as u felt the onslaught of tears approaching. Damn it. Damn that man for making u feel like this about yourself.

"Y/n no. He hasn't touched u?? like at all?? "

He did touch u, he held your hand when u were outside, intertwined your fingers when at home, kissed your forehead, pecked your cheek and lips. And he would pull away just as fast whenever u tried to kiss him deeper, or press urself closer. It was like u made him uncomfortable. Maybe u did.

You shook your head and broke down in tears, it was too much for ur fragile heart.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your body clad tightly in a wine red mini dress, the chest cut lower to display your ample cleavage. You looked sexy. Or so u thought.

The entire night went just like it always did. heeseung called u beautiful, he kissed u and held u close, told u everything about his day and asked u about yours. You were laughing with him but u weren't quiet there. Cuz u would catch several men ogling at u throughout the night but never heeseung . It was like. U weren't visible to him.

By the time he dropped u off at your apartment, ur mood was all the way down. Getting inside and taking ur dress off haphazardly, maybe u heard some fabric ripping but who cared. Silent tears falling down ur face as u sat in front of your vanity and looked at yourself blankly. Were u that unattractive? Did u lack sex appeal? Is that it? Because u couldn't turn ur boyfriend on no matter how hard u tried.

He barely ever seemed affected by u or ur display of your body. Ur insecurities ate away at u the entire night and u cried ur way to sleep.

"U haven't been answering my calls"

His voice echoed in the kitchen, u tried ur best to not turn around and run into his arms. After all he was still your heeseung , u loved him. And now more than ever u needed him. But he just seemed so far away.

The stirring of spoon in the coffee u were making got faster, ur anxiety getting the best of u. U hadn't been purposefully avoiding him. It's just that u didn't trust yourself to not break down like a loser in front of him anymore.

"I'm talking to u y/n"

"I'm sorry" u whispered, ur voice barely audible, the stirring of coffee got even faster, warm droplets spilling out of the cup now.

"Baby what r u sorry for? " His voice was still far away so u assumed he was still standing at the entrance of the kitchen. This gave u a little bit of strength as u cleared ur throat and dumped ur mess of a coffee into the sink

"For forcing u to be in this relationship" U replied, opening the upper cabinet to take out the coffee beans with ur shaking hands.

Pulling out another cup to start stirring again. It was the only thing keeping u calm right now.

"Y/n look at me" His voice was commanding and ur stirring stopped.

"Please"

U took a deep breath and turned around. It was about time u faced ur demons, how long were u going to run away from ur self anyway?

He was a few feet away from u, probably hesitating to come closer because of your behavior. But he never came closer anyway.

His face looked helpless and worried, like he couldn't quite understand what was going on

"What are u even talking about? " He asked carefully

U shrugged

"U started dating me out of pity hee, u did not like me from the get go and u still don't, I get that, and I'm ready to let u go"

His mouth gaped open, floundering for words

"What the fuck y/n?? Where the fuck is all this coming from? Yes I didn't like u from the get go, but that's because I didn't fucking know u! U confessed to me and I AGREED to go out with u. That's all there is to it." He sounded angry, mad even. But u couldn't bring ur self to believe his words.

"U didn't have the heart to reject me"

"I didn't WANT to reject u"

U sniffled. No this wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to tell u that yes u were right and he didn't want to be with u. So why was he being like this.

U bit ur lower lip to stop it from trembling, looking down at ur feet, unable to look at his love filled eyes anymore

"Y/n please talk to me baby"

His pleading voice made ur heart squeeze, u were hurting him.

"So why don't u want me? " U whispered quietly, too scared of his answer

"What? " His eyes met yours in confusion and worry. He seemed distressed, not knowing what changed so much in a week's span.

"Am I not sexually appealing? like, do u not find me attractive that way?... or any way.. "

tears started to fall once u said it out loud. Oh god u wanted to disappear, away from the way his eyes searched ur face.

He was going to be disgusted with u and then leave. Oh u were a fool, u hated ur self.

What u weren't expecting was for him to walk towards u, u watched him walk closer and closer until u could feel his breath on ur face.

Your watering eyes met his

"Is that what all this is about?" he asked, his voice an octave lower, dark eyes gazing at u in a way u had never seen before.

U looked down embarrassed, more tears falling freely now

"of course it is, it's been 6 months, u don't touch me, u don't kiss me, u don't even seem to care all that much when - u were cut off with a bruising kiss, his large hands cupping your face as his lips moved furiously against yours. Your eyes widened and u unknowingly moved ur hands on his chest, fisting his shirt. The way he was kissing u could only be described one way.

Hungry.

He was hungry.

He bit your lower lip and u screamed into his mouth, eyes closing in pain, focusing on the way he slithered his tongue into your mouth taking advantage of your scream, the feel of his tongue on yours made ur knees weak.

as if sensing ur light headedness he moved one hand to grab onto your waist. U gasped, the bare skin of your waist burning from his touch. U couldn't comprehend what was happening and if the person kissing u was your heeseung .

The kiss was messy, your lips connected with a string of saliva when he pulled away

U were panting, his hot and heavy breaths fell on your face. His eyes stared down at u with desire, the intensity so strong ur fists on his chest tightened.

You watched in awe as he loosened your hold on his shirt's fabric and took ur hand in his own, moving it downwards. Ur breath left ur lungs when u felt his hardness, he squeezed his length with your palm, a groan escaping his parted lips. U watched him frozen with wide eyes.

"This is u, all u" he panted on your face as he continued to rub himself over his pants using your soft hand. Your pussy tingled in arousal at seeing your boyfriend like this for the first time. Even from feeling him above his pants u could tell he was big.

"And everytime u kiss me, everytime u touch me, this is exactly how I go back home. Hard and throbbing, do u feel me baby? "

U nodded dumbly, not quiet deciphering his words. U turned him on?

"Yeah. Feel me more, press harder, I'm tired of jerking off with my own hand imagining it is yours"

His words make u gasp, your hold instinctively tightening on his dick. He curses kissing u on ur bleeding lip again, suckling the plump flesh into his mouth.

"U.. U j-jerked off to me? " U asked in a whisper, not wanting to jinx it. So in disbelief u didn't notice how fast u were rubbing his boner now. He moaned into ur mouth, taking ur hand and pulling it away from his dick only to unzip himself and slip it inside of his jeans.

You moaned when ur hand met his hard and throbbing cock, holding it and running your fingers on it softly. So big and thick. How was he gonna fit in u.

"Every night, jerked off to u so so hard. Came for u so much baby" He groaned into ur mouth at your soft hand finally holding him.

His words had u pressing ur thighs together and squirming against his body where he had u trapped against the kitchen counter. You started jerking him off in the earnest

"Yeah just like that, where'd u learn how to do it so good baby" He asked, his head thrown back, your hand gathering the precum at his cockhead and spreading it all over his cock, watching how ur hand looked working him inside his jeans. His hold on your waist tightened, moving up to grope ur chest making a pornographic moan rip through ur chest

"Practiced with my dildo"

u barely heard him curse before hot white liquid was flowing over your hand, a dark spot forming on his jeans. He groaned and captured ur lips in his own again. U couldn't believe u had made him cum. U had just made ur boyfriend cum by barely doing anything.

You pulled out ur hand from his jeans and watched in awe how his white seed looked on your hand. As if in trance u found ur self tasting it, your tongue licking your fingers and slurping all of his thick cum from ur hand.

When u met his eyes he was looking at u like a hungry animal, his jaw ticking as he traced ur movements with his eyes.

He pressed u closer to the kitchen counter so that there was no space left in between your bodies. His hands groping your ass harshly making u whine, ur hands coming up to wrap around his neck.

"U fuck urself? Ride ur dildo? " He asked, his voice dark and heavy with lust.

U nodded, squirming against him from his perverted touch, he was squeezing ur body like those men did on buses. Like it was an object of pleasure.

"Yeah? What do u think of? "

"You" u moaned as he twisted ur nipple painfully through ur crop top.

He groaned, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against u.

"Tried so hard to hold myself back, I knew u were a virgin so wanted to take it slow with u, wanted to show u i want u for more than just ur body. But all this time- he squeezed the flesh at your waist making u moan his name-all this time u have been dreaming of getting used"

He picked up your leg, wrapping it around his waist, his dick settling between ur legs, grinding against ur pussy through ur soft cotten shorts.

"Oh I'm gonna use u alright, gonna use ur fucking pussy to get myself off, that'll make u happy won't it? " He asked rutting against ur cunt, rubbing your genitals against each other,both of you panting together.

U nodded. This was all u ever dreamed of.

He moaned and kept rutting against u, u rutted back, pushing ur hips against his, gasps and pants filling the kitchen space. He dug his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck

"Can't believe I could have been beating this fucking pussy red all this time"

His words made u drip. U had never been so fucking turned on.

"heeseung put it in please, please I'm ready, please please" Tears sprang to ur eyes as his grinding motion gave u ecstasy, u were so close to cumming just like this. "Waited so long please" U begged, his furrowed brows and sharp eyes watched ur face, still grinding against u, but u both wanted more friction. He started pulling away and hurriedly pulled his pants down,starting to unbutton his shirt. U didn't waste more time and took off ur shorts and panties along with ur top, throwing them across the kitchen. You were feeling too impatient, rubbing your naked body against his, the fire burning inside u at its peak.

He pressed u against the counter again. Pressing his body to yours, but not penetrating u, just rubbing his hard dick against ur naked wet snatch, watching how they created a mess together. Your movements matched his, grinding back, rubbing and rubbing, the wet and messy sight between your rubbing genitals was so lewd u could feel ur self getting close.

"wanna make ur first time special, won't impale u on my dick right now, but let's fuck like this yeah? Wanna have sex just like this right now" He panted and groaned. U nodded, digging your nails into his back, rubbing ur pebbled nips against his bare chest.

The pleasure was too good, u had never felt something like this before.

His cockhead was hitting ur clit just right, the squelching sounds increasing as u both moaned and groaned in pleasure. He loved it. Loved how u both were rubbing ur sweaty bodies against each other like animals in heat.

His tongue entangled again with yours, fingers digging in your hips as he picked u up and made u sit on the counter, positioning u in a way that had u leaning back on your elbows, his desperate hands pulling ur hips off the counter and holding them like a sex toy. Grinding and rubbing his cock against ur velvet folds.

"Fuck yeah, baby we gotta fuck like this again"

He groaned and his thrusts started becoming rough. U chanted his name like a mantra. He was basically fucking u without actually being inside but u couldn't fathom anything feeling more good than this. Your elbows got tired and u let yourself lie back and just get used

"Gonna fuck ur pussy whenever I want"

"Bet it's tight as fuck baby, gonna have so much fun tearing u up"

"Oh yeah fuck back on me"

"Grind baby come on, what a whore"

His filthy words pushed u over the edge, coming over his cock.

He kept rubbing his cock into your cumming pussy, cursing and gritting his teeth as the heat in his loin became unbearable. Cumming all over your stomach and pussy, grunting in pleasure "fuck fuck fuck"

He rubbed his fingers on your folds, watching how raw and abused your cunt looked.

U didn't know what u had opened the door to. heeseung wanted to keep u away from his sexual urges as long as he could. He was rough, he was demanding. But most of all he was sex crazed. He didn't want u to see that side of him so soon into the relationship. And it was hard for him, feeling ur soft body pressing against his arm everyday but he always clenched his jaw and pushed u away. Rubbing his dick raw again and again just remembering how heavenly u felt.

But now that u had summoned his demons out, he was gonna play. He was gonna fuck u again and again until u r trying to run away from him. Until the pleasure turns into pain. He was going to show u exactly why he kept u away from him for so long.

His want was not casual, it was obsessive, it was destructive. And u were going to find out the hard way (No pun intended)

[purinfelix]

more joao felix pleasee 😔😔💞💞 ur girl is desperate

study buddy ｡˚✐~ joao felix

pairing: joao felix x reader summary: in which joao has to balance being both your boyfriend and study buddy warnings: none! w/c: 883

a/n: a little ironic that i'm procrastinating my final assignments by writing this but its motivaiton for myself okay!!! anyways hope you like this thank u sm for ur request <333

“Joao,”

“Hm?”

“Stop staring at me and focus, you have an exam to study for.”

You watched your boyfriend straighten up at your words, but not without a sly smirk spreading across his face at having been caught in the act of admiring you. Admittedly, it wasn’t something you weren’t used to by now - but it just wasn’t the time. Maybe if you were less stressed about the mountain of work and studying you had to do you might’ve even entertained him, but even so, your university library was no place for such things.

“I can’t help it, you’re distracting me,” he mumbled, turning back to the several open textbooks he had laid out in front of him - likely in an attempt to look like he was doing work. This elicited a small, shy chuckle from you, even though you were trying your best to maintain your firm demeanour.

“Well, you’re lucky anyways,” you hummed, “you’ll ace your exams no matter what. I, on the other hand, am practically screwed for this final.”

Now it was his turn to laugh, “You can’t be serious baby.” You turned to give him a look that made it clear you were as serious as you could get.

“You’ll be fine, you worry too much,” he sighed, scooting his chair a little closer.

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled, gripping the pen in your hand even tighter as you worked on your notes.

It had become sort of a routine for the two of you ever since the semester started, these study dates. Whoever’s class finished first would rush off to secure a seat, your favourite being a pair of desks tucked away in some far corner of the massive library, in between tall shelves of books that hadn’t been touched in decades. Sure, you would muck around a little bit before hand - Joao always insisted on being your personal escort once your class finished, and somehow the two of you always ended up in a cafe on your way for a little ‘sweet treat’.

But it was convenient for the two of you, you got to see each other and spend time in each other’s company in a way that slotted neatly into both of your busy student schedules - plus, you could never figure out why but you seemed to work much better in your boyfriend’s company than you did alone. Even if you found yourself having to put up with his protests against studying multiple times throughout the session.

However what had been a fun little meet up in the earlier weeks of the semester had now become tense, with the onset of finals and end-of-semester assignments. Your boyfriend never seemed to have as much a sense of urgency as you did about these things, and still didn’t understand why you got so worked up about academics. In a weird way, you appreciated it though, for moments like this.

You felt the warmth of his touch on the back of your hand - gentle, soothing.

“Baby,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear him through the haze of stress that had seemed to follow you around for the last week. You paused, turning to look up at him and his soft gaze.

“What,” you said, trying not to sound too mad at him interrupting what could’ve been a very thorough revision session - never mind it being your third for the day.

“You’ll be fine for this exam, trust me,” his tone was different from before, the air of humour completely lost and replaced by a sense of earnestness.

“No, but-” you began to protest before he interrupted you.

”You work hard, harder than me and probably harder than most of the people in your class, I know that. You’ll be okay,” you felt your heart soften, accompanied by a pang of annoyance at the fact he always seemed to know what to say to you when you got worked up. You let out a soft sigh to let him know you appreciated his words.

“Now, I think you’ve done enough for today. Why don’t we pack up, grab some dinner, and head home so you can get a good night’s sleep.” A part of you wanted to protest so badly, to shove him away and ask him who the hell he thought he was for talking to you like you were some sort of child. But the rest of you was too tired to do anything but nod, and the better part understood that he wasn’t doing this out of anything but pure love and care for you - as your boyfriend.

You watched as he moved quickly to pack away your things, being gentle with your notes and laptop, before slinging both his and your bag over your shoulder. He reached out a hand to you, which you took, standing up slowly to prevent your legs from cramping up as you were only just realising how long you’d been sitting still for. You looked up as he smiled lovingly, sweeping your hair back to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and drag you out of the library.

[munsonluhvr]

CRUSH PT 2

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader. word count: 3.8k. warnings: light cussing, teasing, fluff, probably misspellings (i'll revise later!) author's note: hello everyone! I hope this was a satisfying second part to 'crush.' I was so happy when I got such great responses to the first part. thank you all so so much.

previous chapter: part 1

taglist: @nix-rose

It’s been several days since Eddie Munson drove you home from school, and when you subsequently asked him out on a date. You have spotted Eddie in the hallways a couple of times since then, able to catch a smile from him when Chrissy wasn’t looking as you made your way to your next class. You had to admit, it made your day just a smidge better when you saw him. However, you hadn’t been able to interact any further… and he also hadn’t called.

You sit on the bleachers in the Hawkins basketball court, the cheerleading team taking a break from running drills to watch the basketball team practice. Outside, it was beginning to turn into the fall, the temperatures dropping rapidly overnight. It is a particularly cold day, the cold draft entering the court and chilling your exposed legs in your cheerleader skirt. The chilly environment and the boredom you feel watching the boys play basketball gives you the urge to take a walk and warm yourself up.

You lean over to Chrissy who sits next to you, intently watching Jake play. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to get a soda.”

As you stand up, Chrissy grabs your bicep. “Can you get me a water? I’ll pay you back later.”

You nod, sneaking away from where you and the cheer team sit on the bleachers and make your way to the double doors that exit the court. You stay against the wall, attempting to avoid colliding with any of the players. With ease, however, you make it out of the court unscathed.

It’s after school hours, leaving the hallways mostly empty. Clubs meet after hours too, gathering in various classrooms throughout the building. Otherwise, there is nobody here.

You walk through the hallway, sticking your hand into your pocket to find loose change that clinks as you walk. The soda machine is, conveniently, at the very end of the hallway and you quicken your pace, the hallways feeling too quiet for your liking. The hallway is lined with endless amounts of lockers except a gap in the wall where the wall breaks apart and you can turn right to another set of lockers and classrooms. You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize you walk right past Eddie.

“Y/n?” Eddie calls, jogging to catch up with you.

Your heart skips and you stop, backing up to find Eddie jogging to you. “Hey Eddie, what are you doing here?”

Eddie pulls the fabric of the t-shirt, which is his typical Hellfire shirt. “We’re having a Hellfire meeting; I just ran out to get a soda. How about you?”

You nod, “We’re having a cheer practice and we’re on break so I, too, left to get a soda.”

Eddie gestures forward, “May I accompany you to the soda machine then?”

You laugh softly, walking forward, “Please do.”

You’re only a few feet from the soda machine, leaving you and Eddie little time to talk. Eddie lets you go first, watching your fingers slip the coins into the machine. You press the buttons to order the machine to drop you a coke.

“So,” Eddie says, leaning against the machine beside you. His gaze is on you, and you soak it up, missing his presence since the day he dropped you off at home. “I’ve seen you in the hallways and wanted to talk to you but you’re always around Chrissy.”

You bend down, picking up your coke out of the slot. You insert more coins, pressing the buttons to request Chrissy’s water. After, you turn to Eddie, opening your can of coke. “You also have my number, Eddie.”

Eddie blushes, diverting his eyes from yours. “I know.. to be truthful, I’ve been nervous to call because I’m afraid I’d embarrass myself.”

You sip your coke, muffling a laugh. The machine drops Chrissy’s water out, making a loud thump when it drops it in the slot. “I suppose I’m a bit scary, I can understand the hesitance.”

Eddie nervously laughs, “That’s not what I meant.”

You look over at Eddie, his appearance remaining the same. Whatever cologne Eddie wore pulled you in, your knees weakening at the thought of being engulfed by it. Eddie’s eyes catch yours once more and tension grows rapidly between you. Eddie opens his mouth to speak but doors slam at the other end of the hallway which causes your eyes to break from his and look towards where the noise came from. Jason stands at the end of the hallway, his eyes on you and Eddie.

“You should probably go,” Eddie mutters, stepping back from you. While you don’t care what anyone would say about you and Eddie, the look on Jason’s face scares you. Even from far away, you can feel Jason fume. “I’ll call you tonight,” Eddie whispers, stepping over to take your place at the soda machine.

You start the walk towards the court, Jason walks towards you, meeting you halfway. “Was Munson bothering you? Alex told me he drove you home the other day.” Jason says, his eyes drifting towards Eddie who got his drink from the machine and was making his way back to the Hellfire club meeting.

“Jason, it’s fine.” You say, “What are you doing out of practice anyway?”

You attempt to pass Jason and head back to the court. Jason grabs your bicep, “You need to stay away from that guy, y/n. His club does, like, voodoo, sadistic shit.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

Jason’s face contorts in a way that signals that he’s not impressed with you defending Eddie or the Hellfire club. “Are you into him or something?”

Your stomach twists, Jason’s line of questions making you nervous. “What if I was?”

Jason’s jaw slacks, “You’ve got to be kidding, y/n. You like Munson while dudes like Alex are into you?”

You roll your eyes, “I think you and Chrissy like Alex for me more than I do.”

Jason shakes his head, “No, no way. You can’t be.”

You shake out of Jason’s grip, “Just leave it alone, Jason. You make rumors about people you don’t even know.” Jason’s fingers loosen, allowing you to walk back to the court. You leave Jason behind you, and you make it into the court. The cheer team is just standing up, the basketball team standing around them, chatting with the girls.

You go over to Chrissy, her eyes instantly recognizing your concerned face. You hand her the water you got for her, then sit down on the bleachers. “What’s wrong, y/n?” Chrissy asks, sitting down next to you.

“Nothing,” you mutter, sipping your last drops of Coke.

Chrissy frowns, looking at the water bottle that rests on her lap. The perspiration from the outside of the bottle, seeps into the fabric of her skirt. She suddenly has no appetite for water.

Jason walks back into the court, and you can feel his eyes on you. You already know that from Jason’s perspective he thinks you’re tainted, confused, probably sadistic, too, just like the Hellfire club.

The coach blows his whistle, and your cheer coach signals for the team to stand up and begin to practice again. You stand up, placing your empty can on the ground. You slip your jacket off, the cold causing goosebumps to run up your skin. You move away from the bleachers, joining your team. You try to leave Eddie out of your mind, ignoring the altercation with Jason to focus on cheer practice. But it’s impossible; Eddie occupies your mind.

When you get to your house, you realize how sore your body is when you walk up the stairs to get to your room. You’re grateful that it’s Friday and you don’t need to go to school. When you got out of practice, it was pitch black out, the sun beginning to set early as the season gets nearer to winter. Your mom had picked you up, her car headlights illuminating the rest of the parking lot. You took the opportunity to scan the parking lot, looking for Eddie’s van but it was nowhere in sight.

As you're halfway up the stairs, your phone rings in your room. Despite your exhausted, sore body, you take the rest of the steps by two and make it to your room quickly. You drop your backpack on the ground, moving to sit on your bed. You pick the baby pink rotary phone and it’s stand up, placing it in your lap. You take a deep breath, picking the handle up.

“Hello?” you say, your heart thumping against your chest.

“Hey, y/n, it’s Eddie.”

“Hey Eddie, did you have to get your courage up before you called?” you say, a smile placed on your mouth.

Eddie laughs, “Maybe. How’d the rest of cheer practice go?”

You shrug, although nobody is there to see your reaction. “It was fine, pretty uneventful. There’s a game next weekend so our coach is having us practice hard. How was the rest of your Hellfire meeting?”

“We’re making real progress in the game we’re in. Did Jason give you a hard time?” Eddie asks, his voice curious.

You pause for a moment, wondering how much of the truth you tell. “Jason was…Jason but it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me what he thinks.”

Eddie is quiet at the other end of the phone, and you hear rustling at the other end. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night since it’s a Saturday and all. Maybe we could go out to eat?”

You cover the mouthpiece of the phone with your hand, your legs kicking up and down. You compose yourself, removing your hand from the phone. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie says. “I could pick you up around 7?”

“Sounds good, I can’t wait.”

You and Eddie say your goodbyes, and you place the phone back on its stand which you place on your bedside table. You lay on your bed, the world around you seeming to spin. You wonder what you should wear or where you’ll go. You squeeze your eyes shut, already anxious to go to bed and wake up to tomorrow.

The next day seems to go by slow and fast at the same time. You thought about your date with Eddie all day, time seeming to drag on forever, rewind, and then drag on some more. But, before you knew it, you are standing at the front door, Eddie on the other side.

When you open the door, Eddie immediately offers you a beautiful smile as his eyes scanned your body and outfit. You had opted for a dress the went to your mid-thigh, black tights, and sneakers. For a coat, you stole your mother’s leather jacket from her closet.

“You look beautiful,” Eddie says, his eyes continuing to take every inch of you in.

You blush, tucking a stand of hair behind your ear. You look at Eddie too, he had changed out of his Hellfire teacher for what he thought was more date appropriate. Eddie didn’t have much nice clothes to begin with, so he tried his very best. Eddie had picked out his typical black jeans, a white t-shirt with one of his uncle’s more nicer jackets. Even though Eddie might argue the opposite, you thought he looked so good, tempting you to break good girl etiquette and invite him to your room. Instead, you follow him out of the house, letting him put his hand on your back as you walk to his van.

Like the day he drove you home, Eddie opens the door for you, letting you get into the car first. When Eddie gets in the car, your excitement increases, your fantasies coming to life.

“Where are we going?” you ask, setting your hands into your lap.

“There’s this new burger place downtown. I thought we could try there?”

You nod, the sound of burgers makes your stomach grumble. You hadn’t eaten anything all day, the excitement eating your hunger away. “That sounds amazing.”

Eddie pulls out of your neighborhood, aiming his car towards downtown Hawkins. “I’m really sorry if Jason or anyone is giving you a hard time about being seen with me.” Eddie hadn’t been able to tear his mind away from others in your friend group disapproving of you spending time with him.

You frown, “Jason is an idiot ninety-nine percent of the time. I don’t really care what he has to say.”

Eddie frowns now, surprised by your lack of concern. “But aren’t they your friends?”

You shrug. “Chrissy is my friend, Jason and everybody else just come by default.”

Eddie is surprised by your answers, confused on how a popular girl could not care about the innerworkings of popularity. Eddie decides to drop the conversation, feeling like he’s intruded on your life which he is still unfamiliar with.

You notice Eddie’s hesitance and you decide to pick the conversation up. “Tell me about the Hellfire club.”

Eddie looks over at you, then back at the road. Eddie tries to gauge how much of his nerd side you’ll receive well. “What do you want to know?”

You shrug again, opening to learning anything about the game or the club that he holds so close to his heart. “Anything.”

Eddie laughs nervously. “It’s not what you think it is, D&D is actually a lot of fun. The news makes it seem like it’s a satanic ritual but it’s just a fantasy game.” As Eddie discusses the game, his face gets redder and redder.

“And the boys that are in the club? What are they like?” You ask, remembering all the time’s you’ve seen Eddie with the small group that makes up Hellfire.

“They’re the coolest. All of us are outsiders, not fitting in anywhere. There’s seven of us in total; Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, Jeff, and Doug – but Lucas doesn’t really come around anymore.”

“Lucas Sinclair, right?” you say, having heard that name before. Suddenly, you remember that you know of Lucas because he’s on the basketball team with Jason. “Yeah, Sinclair, he’s on the basketball team.”

Eddie hums a sad sound. “Yeah, he’s gone to the dark side.”

“You seem really close to one of the guys,” you say, “It’s Dustin, right?”

Eddie laughs again, shaking his head. “Henderson is something else. He’s very passionate about the game.” You smile, imagining the group of boys playing the game. You don’t know anything about it, except that it’s a popular game with a complex perception about it from the news – and Jason.

Before the conversation could continue, Eddie pulls into the parking lot of the burger joint. It’s buzzing with activity, the restaurant busy and people standing in the parking lot, talking to others. You notice a couple familiar faces in the crowd, but you hope they leave you alone. You would like to pretend it’s just you and Eddie on the earth tonight.

Eddie parks easily, his van is the biggest car in the parking lot. Before Eddie can get out of the driver’s seat, you’re out of the car. You meet at the rear of the car, and you catch each other’s eye. You can tell he’s nervous, his movements unsure and rigid. You reach out your hand, a silent request to hold his hand. Eddie looks down at your hand and takes it swiftly. Your hand tingles when it connects with Eddie’s.

You begin your venture into the burger joint, the neon lights that line the outside of the buildings drawing you in. When you get to the entrance door, Eddie opens it, ushering you inside. There’s an entrance on the other side of the building, a stream of people entering as you do. You look to your left, spotting an empty table near the window. You turn to Eddie, “should you order, and I’ll go grab that open table?” Eddie nods, letting go of your hand.

You grab the table, beating the swarm of people that just entered the building. More and more people you recognize from school fill the building and you remember that you’ve heard boys on the basketball team rave about this restaurant. Clearly, it was a popular place for everyone from Hawkins High to go to.

Within a few minutes, Eddie arrives at the table with a tray of burgers and French fries. “I hope this is okay, I asked the guy who’s working what he’d recommend.”

You nod, helping Eddie place the full tray down safely. “Looks delicious.”

Just like you imagined the countless times about what a date with Eddie would be like, it was comfortable and easy. Once you unwrapped the burgers from their wrappers, the conversation flowed with ease – the food was great too. Eddie made joke after joke sending you into a constant stream of laughter. The table was small, causing you and Eddie’s knees to press against each other but of course you didn’t mind. The restaurant was busy and loud, the stream of people entering the building was never ending, but Eddie made you feel like you were in your own world with him. You wish the night would never end.

You were mid-laugh, Eddie telling a funny story about his uncle, when Chrissy and Jason visit your table. Eddie’s laugh trails off into silence, as he looked to the side to see the basketball player and your friend.

“Y/n,” Chrissy says, coming over to give you a small side hug. She looks across the table to offer Eddie a small smile. “Are you guys on a date?”

You nod, looking over at Eddie, then Jason. Jason clears his throat, clearly disapproving, but he puts his hand out to Eddie. “Munson.” When you told Jason, in the hallway, that he judges people without knowing them, it made him reflect. Jason thought of him as a nice guy, not a bully, and he realized he doesn’t really know Munson. All that he did know about him is that he’s a victim of a rumor all because of a board game. At that point, he decided to give Eddie a break. Eddie looks surprised as he takes Jason’s hand to shake it.

“Aw,” Chrissy coos, looking between you and Eddie. “Okay, we’ll leave you alone. Y/n call me later.” She waves, tugging Jason along.

Eddie looks at you, miffed about what just happened. You are too, very surprised by Jason’s courteousness. “That was weird,” Eddie says, starting to crack a smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Let’s not think about whatever that was too much.” Eddie laughs too, nodding his head. “Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie looks down at the table, noticing that there was no more food to eat. You nod, sliding out of the booth. You and Eddie clean up the table, dumping the trash and putting the tray on top of the trash container.

To your surprise, Eddie takes ahold of your hand, combining his hand with yours. With ease, Eddie whisks you out of the busy diner. Eddie follows you over to the passenger side, opening the door to let you in. Within two minutes, Eddie’s van is back on the road.

You bite your lip, anticipating Eddie dropping you off home and allowing the night to end. You didn’t want it to end, not yet. You turn to Eddie, “I don’t want to go home yet, I’m having too much fun.”

Eddie smiles, “I know just the place to go.”

You sit in the passenger seat silently, the hum of the radio filling the empty space. Eddie drives a few blocks before turning into a park. The streetlamps light up the edges of the park, the rest is draped in a dark cloak. From where Eddie parks the car, you can see a glimmer of water that’s sits in the middle of the park. The moonlight illuminates the small ripples in the pond, making the dark water shiny. “Do you come here often?” you ask Eddie as he turns the car off.

He shakes his head, “Not often enough.”

You both slip out of the car, Eddie placing his arm around your shoulder to steer you into the park. You like the way it feels with Eddie, so simple and easy. You think to yourself that it wouldn’t be hard to spend your free time like this, roaming Hawkins with Eddie.

Eddie guides you to the pond, stopping once you get to the edge of where the water meets the land. Eddie sits and you follow, settling yourself beside him. It quiet, and a little chilly but you put your thick skin on to be able to spend more time with your date. Ahead of where you sit, two swans drift passed. You watch closely as the large birds stay close together.

Beside you, Eddie rummages through his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You roll your eyes, “Eddie. Seriously?”

Eddie looks between you and the items in his hand. “What?”

“Those have been proven to give you cancer.”

Eddie cracks a smile, stuffing the items back into his jacket pocket. “I’ve been meaning to quit anyway.”

You smile too, considering you dislike the smell of smoke. You bring your knees to your chest, resting your chin on your knees. A lock of your hair falls into your face and Eddie is quick to brush it away. “You’re so pretty, y/n. Has anyone ever told you that?” Following your impulse, you lean over and kiss Eddie. Eddie responds quickly, pushing his lips back into yours. His hands reach out to grasp your waist, bringing your body closer to his. Your hands cup his face, ensuring that his mouth isn’t able to leave yours. However, it’s not like Eddie would pull away until you initate it. You sigh into Eddie’s mouth, the pressure and excitement that pulsed throughout you, finding a way out of your body.

Kissing Eddie is exactly, if not better, then what you have imagined. Your body tenses, then relaxes, when Eddie moves his hand from your waist to intertwining his fingers into your hair. Your bodies move as if the interaction with choreographed, your body lands in Eddie’s lap, chests pressed against each other.

Regretfully, after a few minutes, you pull away, embarrassed to acknowledge that you were out of breath. Eddie’s face expresses surprised, and you assume that was his first kiss – it was yours too.

“I- uh..” Eddie says bashfully. His eyes flicker away from yours to the pond that sits behind you. You lean forward, kissing his cheek. “I think this needs to be a daily thing; you and me, I mean,” Eddie says, returning his eyes to you.

You scrunch your nose, letting a laugh escape your lips. “Is that your way of asking me out, Munson?”

Eddie laughs too. “Yeah, it’s my lame attempt to.”

You nod, bringing yourself closer to Eddie again by hugging him. “I’d love to.”

[allywthsr]

Hii! United fan here who’s still not over the mount signing😁😂Can I request a mason mount x fem!reader where she goes with him to the signing with his family and she’s just there with him throughout the day

Based on this video <3 https://youtu.be/tv_C7cv7wY8

NEW BEGINNINGS | (m.mount)

summary: Mason has his first official day and needs you by his side

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: masonmount x fem!reader

warnings: mason and you being horny, but nothing graphic

notes: hope you enjoy! I have no clue how english football works behind the scenes, so I hope it kind of makes sense! Like and comment your thoughts please!

”Mason are you ready? We need to leave in ten minutes.“, you shouted through the still empty house. You hadn’t had time to unpack all of your stuff yet. Too busy settling into the new city and Mason was too busy doing stuff at the Manchester United centre.

A loud ”Yes, just finishing my hair.“, was screamed from upstairs. You chuckled, feeling the butterflies in you stomach, you were probably more nervous than Mason. You just couldn’t help but feel excited for this new chapter while still mourning the move to Manchester. You had loved the house in London and you loved how your friends all lived nearby. Now you had to start over and make new friends, you just hoped the other wags would be nice to you and you wouldn’t have to stand alone during the first game.

When a shaking Mason arrived at the bottom of the stairs, handsome as ever in his black pants, white shirt, and red Manchester utd jacket, you had to hug him, hoping to take some nervousness off of him and just flick it away.

”I‘m just as nervous as you are, baby. It’s going to be fine. I‘ll be there, your whole family will be there and you have us. Whenever you feel like shitting your pants, just squeeze my hand, okay? It’s going to be alright.“

He took your hand and squeezed it real tight. You let out a laugh. ”Not now love, you‘ll be fine, believe me. Later when we‘ll be in bed you‘ll laugh about how easy this day was.“

After that, he came closer to your ear and whispered: ”Later in bed, I‘ll do many things but laugh, babygirl.“

This going straight to your core. Babygirl was a nickname he only used in the bedroom or to rile you up during the day. And well, it worked. You squeezed your legs together to relieve some pressure that build up.

Mason gave you a knowing look and smirked. What a dipshit. He gave you a kiss on your neck where he sucked the skin a little and then loosened the hug. You wanted to kill him for leaving you like that.

With a smack on his bum, you made your way to the car, ready to go.

When you arrived, you first met up with his family. They stood in the car park next to their cars waiting for you and after a round of ’hellos’ and ’heys‘ you were ready to go inside. Mason had a strong grip on your hand and you squeezed it from time to time to show your support.

When you saw the cameras and the crew waiting for Mason, you wanted to go to his family who were walking a few meters behind, so you wouldn’t be in the shot, you weren’t the star of the day after all, but he kept a firm grip on your hand.

”You said you would stay by my side, I can’t do this alone now.“

You whispered a small ”Okay“ before he went a greeted the crew waiting for him. After going in and greeting the lovely desk lady and getting the tour through the halls of the center, it was time to go outside. You were stunned by the big history this club held, while never leaving Mason's side. You felt sorry for the viewers who expected to see Mason but got a free upgrade with you on his side, you also didn’t think it was something the crew imagined as they first looked a bit confused and asked several times if he was ready to film.

When you went outside and saw the set up you gasped, it looked so sweet, and after greeting and shaking hands with everyone you could go and have a better look at it. Seeing his new jersey laying on the stool you felt tingly inside.

You wanted to lose the grip he had on your hand and let him do his thing but he refused and just squeezed your hand, showing he needed the support. So you went together to the backdrop and he finally let got off your hand to inspect his new jersey. While you placed your now empty hand on his back to keep the contact and support for him.

”Pretty cool huh?“, he looked at you after unfolding it and holding it at the top, while you gripped the side to stretch it a little for a better look. You felt the material and looked at it. Mount number 7, also something you had to get used to after he had 19 at Chelsea, but seeing how iconic number 7 was, you just hoped for him to feel as good as the other boys did in it.

After turning it around you said: ”It‘s not bad is it.“ he turned to the camera and said with a little wink: ”You heard the lady, it’s not bad.“

You rolled your eyes playfully.

”Makes me wanna go on the pitch and play“, you smiled at him and started to inspect the background they set up. Seeing the baby picture, you took a closer look. You couldn’t believe how cute your boyfriend was even as a child, with the sweetest little ears and his hair perfectly styled. The fan picture made you excited, to see his new fanbase, hoping they wouldn’t kill him on the pitch, seeing the negative comments people left on his and your Instagram. And the illustrated picture of him in the Manchester Utd kit looked amazing. You hoped that you could take it home afterwards and hang it on the wall. You needed some pictures on the still-empty walls in your new home. After that, it was time to pose for pictures. So you let go of his back and joined his family, who were already talking about the experience and the energy this place radiated.

Little Summer was buzzing with excitement and had a lot of energy, so you ran around the terrace with her for a little to calm her down. Her brother Archie laid in his stroller and the sight of him made your ovaries scream. He looked so small and sweet, you imagined what it would be like to start a family here with Mason. You two always talked about how you wanted to start a family soon, but that was always before the transfer to Manchester started, now you didn’t know where he stood regarding that topic.

But Mason was just as excited as you were. Seeing you with Summer made the butterflies in his stomach fly around even more, he couldn’t wait to have a little Mason or a little Y/N running around your new home.

The pictures and videos he had to do were absolutely gorgeous, seeing him sitting in that chair did mad things to you, you just wanted to hop on his lap and do unholy stuff, but not when his family+his new crew was watching. But you definitely needed to buy a chair for the new house, it made your mind crazy and horny. After he did the media pictures it was time for family pictures for memories. The whole family gathered behind Mason and you. Mason held one of the jersey's shoulders, placing his hand on your back, while you held the other shoulder, placing your other hand also on his back, and posed for the new family picture. Mason also wanted one with only you so you did the same pose as before. And after FaceTiming his sister from Australia he felt way less nervous than this morning when he really got on your nerves. Before the alarm clock even rang, he woke you up by poking his pointer finger in your face because he couldn’t sleep anymore and felt like throwing up. You tried to get him back to sleep but it was impossible.

The video camera documenting every step you guys took made you feel a little intimidated. It wasn’t like Mason and you had a secret relationship or something like that. It was actually pretty open, often posting candids of the other on an Instagram story, or making a post about the other, but getting the official welcome on the YouTube channel was something different.

Standing next to Mason when he gave his first autograph on the new jersey, you let out a surprised sound because of how good it looked.

”Smashed it, Mase“, you told him. It looked fucking good. You wished you could take it home as a memory for later.

After walking on the green ground for the first time, you couldn’t wait to see him on the pitch, where he hopefully gets the treatment he deserved.

The interviews didn’t seem to end, the questions got sillier the longer you walked. Thankfully you had his family next to you, to keep you company. After the interviews you went to the next media station, the official signing picture. While walking to the assigned room, you were stunned again by the big halls and pictures plastered on every wall. After Mason took pictures alone while signing the contract, with his parents and family it was time for the two of you. You stood on his left side and placed your hand proudly on his shoulder while having the biggest grin on your lips, just like Mason. This was a big deal to the both of you, a new club, a new city, a new beginning. You were ready for it, scared, but ready.

”I‘m super thirsty, is there somewhere where we can get a drink?“, Mason asked. He really was thirsty but he knew the rest of you guys could also use a break. Little Archie got fussy throughout the day, not wanting to be any longer in his stroller and also desperate for a drink. So you all settled in the cafeteria, having a coffee or a water and just enjoying the peace. Mason also removed his Manchester United jacket after a: ” It’s pretty warm, innit“. While Mason held your hand under the table and placed them on his thigh, he talked to his parents who sat at the same little table as you two.

”What’s now on the Agenda“, you asked, feeling yourself getting tired after walking around the center all day.

”I think it’s a photoshoot next to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, seeing and shooting in the locker room and seeing and shooting in the stadium. It shouldn’t be that long anymore my love“, he squeezed your hand. With a tired nod, you got up as the press agent, who had shown you around all day, came back from her little break, and told all of you that it was time to continue the tour. Walking to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, you woke up again and got excited to see the holy ground soon. And after he finished the photoshoot, it was time to see the changing room. Passing through the door the room looked huge and you felt the energy of the players. Seeing his jersey hanging on the wall over his new seat made your heart swell. This was his dream. Playing football somewhere where he is appreciated and loved, and you had a good feeling about this place. Sitting on his new space, he got his pictures taken and then it was your turn again with the family as well, he wanted to get as many pictures as possible, needing to fill up the empty spaces on your wall at home. Standing up and walking into the middle of the room more questions were asked.

When they turned the lights red, he took your hand, squeezed it, and gave you a knowing look, which meant dirty thoughts, but played it over with a cool: ”It’s game-time baby“.

Summer was jumping around with the lights dimmed, being super excited over the change of color when Mason took her in his arms and turned around in circles. Her screeching could be heard from miles away, but it made everyone happy to see she also had a good time and wasn’t bored or making a fuss.

Walking on the holy ground of the stadium, gave Mason goosebumps as he walked around and mumbled the word ’special‘ a bunch of times. Looking at you with his big smile, he took you in his arms and just stood like that for a few seconds. Suddenly feeling very grateful that you chose to come with him on this new adventure. After a kiss on your forehead, he let go of you and you joined his family again, not wanting to be in every shot of the video or pictures. While walking through the tunnel to get to the last picture point of the day, you felt Summer taking your hand. The darkness scared her a little and she chose her auntie Y/N to protect her, everyone cooed at the interaction.

After he had his last official picture taken, under the ’The theatre of dreams‘ quote, it was time for family pictures. Everyone turned their back towards the camera and posed so it looked like you were absently staring at the pitch. It turned out to be your favorite picture out of all the ones you took today. But of course, you took one facing the camera, which also looked pretty cute.

Someone shouted: ” It’s a wrap everybody, thank you“, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling the pressure flooding out of your body, you looked at Mason and you could see in his eyes how relaxed he was now.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you made your way to the cars, saying goodbye to his family as well, as they made their way to a hotel they found not far from your home. You would have loved to host them in your new house, but you barely had time to put up any furniture so the guest rooms were filled with boxes. They decided to stay in a hotel and help you the following days to make the place a bit more homier faster. After all, Mason had a busy schedule and couldn’t help as much as he wanted to.

But in the end, you were glad they weren’t staying at your place because Mason ended up showing you, how he really wasn’t laughing in bed at the end of the day.

[twis-world]

The Remedy That Is You (Azul Version)

Mentions: Azul-Centric, Fluff, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Very Possible OOC Azul and Floyd cause god are they hard for me to write...

Haha...hi...been a while huh...

While this is severely rushed and possibly the worst one out of this mini series so far its also basically 2k words sooooooo

Take it or leave it (i really wouldn't blame you for leaving it)

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Azul

Being on romantic terms with Azul Ashengrotto of all people required both patience and understanding, which you thankfully had. 

While he utterly loved and adored every inch of you, he also had a dorm and business to run. Both of which were also incredibly dear to him. His pride, his joy, a living and thriving embodiment of his hard work and how far he made it. You knew that. You knew and understood that there were occasionally times where he would have to take some time for himself to further nurture it all, and by The Seven did he love you even more for that.

So while it was just a bit disappointing to have to reschedule your date to town to another day, you took it in stride. It didn’t take a genius to tell that your boyfriend was truly remorseful when giving you the news, eyes downcast and ungloved hands gingerly caressing the back of your hands as he held them.

“I cannot stress how regretful I am about this darling…” he muttered, not bothering to hide the ever so small quiver in his voice. “I’m usually not so disorganized but I had not realized how far off this month’s revenue really was from our average and it didn’t even occur that I miscalculated-”

“Azul,” you interrupted with a small laugh, giving a lighthearted smile as you cupped his cheek and raised his head up. You waited, giving him as much time as he needed to to finally muster up the courage to look into your eyes. “I promise you, I do not mind. Not in the slightest.”

The small peck you gave him to further bolden your claim finally got him to perk up just a bit, a barely restrained smile itching to shine as his lips chased your own. 

That was just barely two hours ago, a full one hundred and twenty minutes passing since your separation. Not that you were counting. Your eyes definitely were not constantly drifting up to the small clock sitting in the upper corner of your phone screen. 

Two hours and fifteen minutes…

This time you physically shook your head around, cursing yourself. It was only for the night. You would inevitably see Azul again tomorrow where he would stand at the entrance gates of Night Raven, patiently waiting for you as you embarked on the long trek to the campus. Then many more times throughout the day you would be blessed with his loving presence, until the newly scheduled date night made way once more. There was truly no reason for you to get so hung up on one once canceled date.

You focused your attention on your phone screen once more. Tired eyes took in the dramatics happening before you, low volume humming in your ears so as to not awaken your sleeping companion just a foot away from you. No matter how many times Grim swore he would not crash during another episode of the show you enjoyed watching together, he failed every time only to complain about it the next morning. The thought made a small smile come to your face, the repeating occurrence never ceasing to amuse you.

Suddenly a series of knocks sounded through the dorm, quite muffled through the various walls and whole floor separating you from the entrance. They came in rapid succession, loud and persisting enough to quickly spark annoyance from within. With a sigh you sat up, staring at your still snoring companion with envy, before getting up and starting the sluggish trek to your bedroom door. 

Not once during your trip down did the knocks cease. Instead they only grew if humanly possible. By the time you finally reached the door separating you from whatever heathen stood on the other side the entire thing was rattling from the utter strength used.

Annoyance had long since begun brewing into utter frustration, a feeling you didn’t hesitate to express as you swung the door open and greeted the disturbance with a loud ‘what!’.

“Nice seeing you too Shrimpy!” A far too cheerful Floyd greeted loudly, raised fist still in the air. Sharpened teeth grinned at you, poised and ready to attack at a moment's notice. A reality that normally would send shivers of unease down your spine, but not now.

“What do you need,” you sighed, tired eyes glancing around. “No Jade?”

“Nah, he’s busy running things at the lounge right now,” Floyd answered, pocketing his hand and leaning against the doorway. “Things are pretty crazy right now.”

“Running the lounge?” You questioned, all exhaustion steadily leaving your mind as a frown set it. “What about Azul? Did something happen to him? Is he sick?”

As his grin grew, so did the unease within you. 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself!” He chirped. One moment you just barely saw his long arms reaching for you, the next the world was upside down as the wind was knocked out of you from your attacker’s bony shoulder.

“Wha-Floyd!” Fists did not hesitate to slam against the others back, each hit enunciating your screams. “Put!” Hit. “Me!” Hit. “Down.” Double hit. “This!” Hit. “Instant!”

“No can do,” Floyd drawled, not phased by your feeble attack in the slightest. Instead he cackled as he purposely jostled you, pleased at your startled yelp and pained groan when his shouldered jabbed into you again. “I can’t stand looking at Azul’s mopy face any longer. It’s making me feel down and we can’t have that now can we Shrimpy?”

The threat was evident, one that sent chills down your spine, enough to quiet you but also give you time to ponder. Azul? Mopy? That was new. Sure there was stressed, annoyed, and emotionally drained Azul but never…mopy.

Before you knew it the familiar chatter of the Mostro Lounge surrounded you, customers of all years staring as Floyd pranced past them. Blissful ignorance was your dearest friend at that moment, helping you ignore Jade's unabashed laughter as you were taken down a short hall.

It seemed this time Floyd was far too impatient to wait for Azul to even consider opening the door for him, saving himself the “trouble” of knocking and instead kicking open the entrance. “Azuuuul!” He loudly drawled, prancing in and quickly zoning in on said man’s shocked gaze. “I’ve brought you a gift!”

“F-Floyd! What is the meaning of this?” Azul shouted, slamming gloved hands down onto his desk and staring at your hanging figure with wide eyes. You didn’t bother trying to lift yourself up, instead settling for giving a weak wave. “Did you really drag them all the way down here?”

The eel scoffed. “You should be thanking me. Everyone was getting sick of your whining.”

“This room is designed to be soundproof of which I have not left-”

“ANYWHO,” Floyd obnoxiously interrupted, marching forward and not so gently dropping you onto Azul’s desk once he got close enough. A thump combined with a yelp sounded. “Have fun and stop being so pouty!”

Before Azul could even begin to scold him the office door slammed shut, echoing around the room for a second and then leaving the atmosphere in an awkward silence. He slowly sat back down, mouth opening and closing like a fish (ironic considering). Gentle eyes slowly began to look at you, observing how you rubbed your backside with a slight wince. 

“I’m truly sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into him,” he said, reaching over to grab your other hand. His thumb caressed the back of it as he waited for you to recover, before nudging you to a stand and proceeding to guide you around his desk. You quickly pieced together what it was he wanted and with a teasing grin settled yourself comfortably in his lap. He in turn pointedly looked away, coughing slightly as to draw attention away from the faint blush on his cheeks.

“I won’t deny that the surprise kidnapping didn’t scare me a bit,” you shrugged, eyebrows furrowing as you scanned his face. “I didn’t care so much about that when he mentioned something about you being upset. Are you alright Azul?”

He sighed, shoulders sagging and arms loosening from their spot around your waist. “That loudmouth,” he muttered, blush flaring just a bit. It was clear he was embarrassed at being so exposed, yet he did not resist as your fingertips gently smoothed over his cheeks. The scowl on his face easily dropped, eyes drooping and head edging towards your warmth for more.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just want to make sure you’re alright. I never want you to feel upset if it’s something I can help you with.”

Azul was silent for a minute, seemingly mulling over your words and debating with himself if he wanted to concede. Whilst he did that you busied yourself with tracing over his features, relaxing him more and more with each caress. A small touch on his hairline, a smooth slide under his eye, a playful poke to his beauty mark which you loved so much. For a second you almost forgot that you were supposed to be patiently waiting for him to answer your question, lost in a trance of your own.

“I was simply…” he began, swallowing his own nerves, “upset at the rescheduling of our date.” You paused in your ministrations, leaning back just a bit and blinking at the utter devastation that was present on his face. “I was really looking forward to it and it made me so happy knowing how excited you were for it as well. Knowing we couldn’t go out because of my utter idiocy-”

“Azul,” you snapped, but quickly apologized once his eyes snapped back to yours in surprise. “Please don’t say things like that. I’ve already told you that I’m not upset in the slightest. You work hard everyday to be the best you can be for your dorm, the lounge, for me. It's okay to make a mistake from time to time.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You firmly placed a finger on his lips, waiting for him to stop his attempts at continuing before you did. “You need to stop being so harsh on yourself. I don’t think of you any less than I did yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that. We had to push our date back just a few more days, so what? I’m just as excited for this one if not more, okay?”

This time it was your turn to restrain the warmth in your cheeks, eyes taking in how his were filled with such utter adoration. The barest sheen glossed over them, one that he quickly blinked away, before quickly cupping your face and bringing you in for a soft kiss. It was one you eagerly returned, sighing into him as your own body this time fully relaxed into his. Affection such as this was always so gentle with Azul, so warm and utterly loving that each time it sent off fireworks from inside you.

You knew he felt the same, just barely pulling back only for him to give you a peck, then another, then another, this next one branching out onto one cheek then the other. The next went to the tip of your nose, the space between your eyebrows, then finally the center of your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Of course,” you whispered back.

[isator4]

skincare day

leon sees you doing your daily skincare every day, until he finds the courage to ask you how to do it too.

word count: 883

Leon yawned, waiting against the wall. The bathroom door was open, but he decided to wait outside. He was squinting his eyes trying to shake off the sleep, a white towel hanging from his shoulder. Inside the bathroom, you opened several products, the noise echoing throughout the room. He sneaks over to see what you were doing, finding a sight that made him let out a chuckle: his girlfriend, the toughest woman he'd ever met in his life, surrounded by face products and with a pink bow on her head that kept her hair out of the way. You turn to look at him, your face covered in a face mask. “Want me to apply it to your face too?” You ask, wanting to laugh, the already hardened clay of the product not allowing any facial movement. “No…I was just going to ask if you wanted to keep us here all morning.” He teases you, leaning against the wall in the corner. You just stare at him. “I’m almost done.” You respond, expressionless. He smiles, and examines the entire room, reading the names of the products you opened, raising an eyebrow.

The clock showed that the two were 20 minutes late when they finished getting dressed and Leon had won the fight he had with the buttons on his suit. He leans in for a kiss, hugging you from behind, his arms wrapping around you. You look at him above your eyelashes as he announces his victory against the piece of clothing. The smell of your primer was much more noticeable up close, and you push him away when you feel him smelling your face.

When the two leave his house, they set off on his motorcycle, ready for a meeting where they would be told what the duo's next mission would be. When they get back, they go back to his house, and he opens the door with tense shoulders. It was always this kind of atmosphere that hovered around when you had to go on another suicide mission in the middle of nowhere. You don't say anything, going to prepare whatever frozen food you found in Leon's fridge. It was already past eight in the evening. You heard him angrily undo the buttons, the fabric of his suit making a noise loud enough for you to know he was removing it. The water in the shower starts running after a brief moment, and you hear the noise while eating a microwave lasagna. He was taking too long and a silence took over the house after some time.

“Baby, I’m going to eat everything myself.” You say, loud enough for him to hear. No answer. Thinking that he had slept from being so tired in the bathroom, you get up and knock on the door.

"I'm almost…done." He says slowly. You get confused.

"Can I enter?"

“....mhm.���

You open the door. Leon stared at the sink mirror, his face covered in white clay. He tried to remove the blonde strands from his face, making a mess, getting his hair and hands dirty in the process. You cover your mouth with your hand, laughing.

"Yeah. You can laugh." He says. “Damn, this…dries quickly. How… do you use- this?” He asks innocently. You took a picture of that moment in your mind.

“You have to keep your hair out. And the sequence is wrong. You’re wearing the mask before you even clean your face.” You explain. It was something basic for you, but he looked at you as if you were explaining math to him.

“Listen…tomorrow I’ll teach you how to use it. Now come eat.”

The next morning, he made you keep your promise and you found yourself teaching him, in practice, how to do skincare. He reluctantly lets you demonstrate it on his face.

“First, you wash your face…” you explain. He crosses his arms as you pass by and lather up the cleansing gel, rinsing off afterwards. He shakes his head to get the water out. You take out 4 more products from the cupboard, and his eyes widen. He starts to leave the bathroom and you hold him back.

“Get me the cotton from the closet. I’ll put the facial tonic on you.” With a frown on his face, he hands you a small cotton piece, and you spread the product - which smelled like roses - on your boyfriend's face.

“This one is a primer.” You say as you open another product.

He looks at you.

“I'm regretting this idea.”

10 minutes passed, and he mentally made a list of everything he let you put on his face: cleanser, facial tonic, primer, exfoliant, facial mask, moisturizer and sunscreen. His face smelled the same as yours now. He comes out of the bathroom with a serious face and smelling good, assuring you that he only asked about the products to find out why you took so long in the bathroom every morning and at the end of the night.

As the days went by, your products started to run out very quickly, but they were replenished just as quickly, even if the last time you remember buying them was 2 months ago.

You solved this mystery every time he stole a kiss from you, his little face smelling like roses.

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Hello and thanks for reading ♡ I don't know what to write in the author's notes. This was an idea I suddenly had after doing my skincare. I thought it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of this idea :D

I have other ideas to write about, like a movies day with Leon, a day of teaching him how to cook your favorite dish, things like that, from everyday life. I think they are the most comforting to read. Ty again ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

[ivonhart]

love and war | wrecker x fem twi'lek!reader

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summary: The love you shared was one of wide smiles and flushed cheeks. The love that made your heart grow twofold to the point it ached. The love that made one believe in soulmates. But with this love came war. War to survive in such a harsh world. War to ensure that the light of love would not be snuffed out by the growing darkness throughout the galaxy. War to simply…find peace.

It had been the middle of the day, almost two or three months since they first came to Pabu, when you saw Wrecker scurry his way towards your shop with a wide smile. “He’s here!” Was all that left his mouth before he took you by your hand and pulled you towards the top of the island.

You followed with loud giggles at his excitement. The previous night, Wrecker spoke about his brother, Echo, who sent them a com saying he was going to come to Pabu. You knew how much Wrecker loved his brothers, but seeing first hand how excited he was to see Echo again made your heart swell. “Slow down, Wrecker!” You said in between laughs. “I can only go so fast!”

When you finally reached the summit you saw Omega in the arms of a clone that sported cybernetic parts. But, his most noticeable feature was his ice-white skin and slightly sunken face. Years of trauma from the war were etched into his body till the end of time…yet he still held a small smile as he embraced the young girl. “ECHO!” Wrecker's booming voice almost shook the earth and in a split second, Echo was lifted from the ground in a bear hug whilst Wrecker laughed.

You ruffed Omega’s hair as you walked past her towards the two clones with a large smile. “Welcome to Pabu, Echo.” You said while you watched Wrecker put him down so he could greet you.

The pale clone turned to you with a small, polite smile. “So you’re the one Wrecker kept messaging me about.” A sudden cough escaped Wrecker’s mouth as he looked towards his brother with wide eyes and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth. “I must say…you are much prettier than he described.”

“Alright, Echo! We have stuff to discuss, right?” Wrecker shouted with a nervous tone, slapping his large hands together as he spoke. You smiled at Echo who sent a knowing wink your way before the clones followed Tech. Your cheeks burning hotter than the Pabu sun as they did.

-

That night Hunter and Echo watched as Wrecker chased Omega and Lyana around the island's main tree at the top of the mountain. Even with Hunter speaking to Echo, the former ARC trooper saw the way your eyes never failed to leave Wrecker’s figure as he ran around the tree you sat at the base of.

“So…what’s going on with Wrecker and the Twi’lek?” Hunter couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his mouth at the sudden topic change. The clone followed Echo’s eye line to see you now hovering over their brother after he face planted right in front of you.

Even from the distance they could hear your sweet giggles as you checked if he was alright. “It’s safe to say they are both smitten with each other. She’s good for him and I have a feeling he’s good for her.” Echo hummed in understanding before they got the comm from Tech.

You felt as though you weren’t able to breathe from how hard you were laughing. Just moments ago, as Wrecker rounded the tree for the millionth time, his foot caught on one of the large roots which resulted in the large man to tumble right in front of you. You could’ve swore a small dust cloud puffed around him at the impact. “W-Wre-Wrecker…”

Your words came out between a fit of giggles as the man rolled himself over with a large huff. Both Omega and Lyana pulled at parts of his armor to help him in the process. Loud giggles leaving their lips as they did. You couldn’t even sit up straight anymore from the severity of your laughter, causing you to fall into the tree as tears filled your eyes.

The whole time during this, Wrecker never took his eyes off you. It was as if he was trying to engrave the scene before him into his memory. The woman he’s grown so enamored with…unable to speak due to the joy he brought her. It created a feeling in his chest he would constantly strive to feel again each and everyday till that moment on. Almost a sense of pride that he was able to make you so happy.

After a minute or so you were finally able to calm down and sat up once more to look back down at Wrecker, who was still on his back with Omega and Lyana sitting close by, talking amongst themselves now. “Are you okay?” You asked with a bright smile. The man simply hummed with a smile that matched yours. “I’m always okay with you.”

Heat exploded across your cheeks as you dropped your head to the side, shielding your eyes with your head-tails in the process. Unbeknownst to you, one of your lekku tips was inching its way towards Wrecker fingers that laid mere inches from your own hand. The sudden call to Wrecker from Hunter popped the bubble of tranquility the two of you found yourselves in, causing your lekku to curl away.

Omega was already rushing her way towards her big brother whilst Lyana bid farewell for the night. With a quick clearing of Wrecker’s throat he shot up to his feet before helping you stand. Wrecker's large hand engulfed your smaller one as he helped you rise. He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke. “I’ll be right back.”

-

After some time you saw Wrecker and Hunter make their way over to you. The warmth you felt in your stomach dropped at the uneasy expression they held. “Is everything okay?” You asked with a lump already forming in your throat. “We need to ask you a favor.” Hunter started. “We need you to watch Omega for us while we are away.”

That’s when the Sergeant explained that they got a lead to where their brother, Crosshair, was being held along with many other clones. You remember Wrecker speaking of Crosshair during your many nights on the beach and you knew there was no way to have him stay. And the same went with Omega.

“Hunter…you and I both know that Omega would never stay behind. Crosshair is her brother too and I bet she would find a way to follow you even if it meant stealing Phee’s ship.” A sad laugh left Hunter’s mouth at the idea of Omega doing such a thing…but knowing that she wouldn’t be keen on staying out of harm's way bore a heavy weight.

A few seconds passed before the man sighed. “I suppose you’re right. I just…” Hunter ran his hand down his face before putting it on his hip. “I want her to be safe.” An understanding smile graced your lips as you touched his shoulder. “She’s safest with you. And besides, Pabu will be here when all of you come back.” You had to keep your composer as you spoke to Hunter.

The knowledge that they would be leaving caused tears to form in your eyes and your chest to tighten. You didn’t want them to go. The man softly nodded knowing there was really no other way. Omega would find a way to come along one way or another and having her close meant he could keep a better eye on her. With a soft farewell, the Sergeant turned on his heel, leaving you and Wrecker alone.

You pulled one lekku over your shoulder and dropped your head after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. The tears burning your eyes. Neither of you were able to find the right words you longed to say. After months and months of time side by side the idea of being separated for Marker knows how long made the air heavy with sorrow.

The moment Wrecker softly said your name you had wrapped your arms around his midsection in a desperate attempt to stay close. “Promise me you’ll come back. Even if you don’t believe it…promise me.” Your words were strained as the tears finally began to fall. Wrecker was quick to wrap you in his arms with quiet sniffs.

“I promise…cyar’ika.” The mando that passed his lips forced a cry to fall past yours, knowing you might not hear his voice ever again. Your nails scratched against his armor as you clung to him. “Please don’t go.” It  was unfair to ask him of that…you knew it, but the words ripped its way out of your throat without resistance.

Wrecker pulled back slightly and cupped your chin, softly forcing your eyes to meet his. Tear lines ran down the color of your skin that became his favorite. From the delicate patterns that decorated your head-tails to the small wrinkles that formed around your mouth engraved themselves into the clone’s mind since the moment he met you.

Even if he woke up with no sight he would still be able to see you. You. You. You. You engulfed every fiber of his being and now, as he gazed into your tear-filled eyes, he realized what love felt like. Not just any love. The love that was all consuming.

All he felt was you. All he wanted to feel was you. From the deepest part of his heart to the depths of his very soul he loved you. But those three words lodged themselves in his throat as he caressed your skin. It would be too cruel to utter them so…instead, Wrecker chose to brush a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth.

Sealing the words inside his soul until he would be able to say them. “I’ll be right back.” The words he spoke not even hours before brushed against your skin as he peeled away. Knowing that if he spent any longer in your arms he would abandon his brother once more.

[mirasantidotes]

Dance With Me

Summary: You've known Pedro since you were teenagers, and you two have grown up into adulthood together. He's always liked you, but never said anything to you about it until one day, he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and finally confesses to you.

Content Warnings: self-doubt, fear of rejection, interrupted make-out sessions, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I think this is going to be the last fic I write about Pedro himself, I don't want to make him uncomfortable if he were to ever read it, so I will only be doing fanfics of his characters, either with them in character or slightly ooc! Also, sorry for any grammar / spelling / or Spanish mistakes I may have missed when proofreading!

All of my posts with an * in the title contains smut or at least mentions of it.

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You met Pedro when you were both teens, and you hit it off instantly. The two of you had met when you and your parents had moved to NYC; you both had so much in common— you listened to the same music, liked the same shows, and both were active in wanting to make it in the arts; you singing, and him acting. You would sing him songs, and he would practice his lines for you. Your friendship blossomed unlike any other you had before. It was apparent to you throughout your friendship he may have liked you, but after some time, he seemed to have moved on, or so you thought— he just became better at hiding it. Even as teens, he would compliment you every day, and say you were beautiful, as you would say to him back. 

He was so afraid of rejection, he’s never said anything to you about his crush, even after all these years. You two have now lived together for 5 years; both of your careers have become successful, he’s been in several big-hit HBO projects, which you knew he grew up on and meant so much to him. You, a successful singer with a Grammy trophy for album of the year sitting on a shelf in your room. 

As you do once per week, you wake up earlier than the sleeping birds outside to cook him some breakfast in bed; he loved your cooking— he always complimented it, and never disliked anything you made, even if he was picky with what he ate. You couldn’t find your earbuds to listen to music, so you opted to just play your playlist on the radio on the lowest volume. Though, once your favorite song came on, you came a little too excited to dance around your kitchen while cooking and had turned it up just a tad too loud for sleeping Pedro’s comfort. 

While you’re lost in your thoughts, cooking a large breakfast for the two of you and swaying around your kitchen, you don’t even hear Pedro walk up behind you until you feel his hands on your hips, spooking you. You yelp in surprise, “What the hell, Pedro!” you raise your voice through soft chuckles, hitting his chest playfully, as he smiles brightly and his rich laugh escaping his lips at your reaction; he was always good at sneaking up behind you when you didn’t realize it, making your bones jump out of your skin. The sun through the window lightly illuminated his bed hair and scruffy beard— his strong nose casting a shadow on his face; you get lost in his features, before clearing your throat and turning back around to continue cooking, with a small smile on your face. 

A few minutes pass, and you’re still cooking, but causing small shenanigans to get back at Pedro; when he isn’t looking, you grab the whipped cream from your fridge, you ask him to look at you, and spray some of it on his nose, letting your laughs escape your mouth, as he starts smiling. He takes his finger and cleans his nose off with it, before shoving it in your face, getting some on your nose too, before he licks the remaining of it off of his finger and cleans the rest off his nose with a paper towel. Laughter fills your early morning home, the sun beaming through your curtains, to cast rainbow lights into your shared apartment, the smell of bacon, pancakes, and the making of scrambled eggs in the pan below you as you’re back at the stove, trying to focus on cooking through Pedro’s nonsensical actions, trying to make you laugh. How he loved that sound more than anything and would do anything to hear it— and he always knew how, no matter what you were going through, he was able to be the light that would shine through your darkest times. 

As he leans on the kitchen counter next to you, watching you cook, arms crossed. He stares at your face, your features causing him to almost fall into a trance. He opens his mouth to speak, “You look beautiful today, querida (darling),” he murmurs, still looking at your face, shifting his focus from your eyes to your nose, and your soft, rosy lips. Your eyes slightly widen at his words— sure, he compliments you often, but he never calls you nicknames like that, so it took you by a slight surprise. 

“Thank you, querido (darling),” you giggled back at him, sneaking a small smile in his direction before returning your gaze to the eggs below you, continuing to cook. You don’t see it until it’s happening, he steps closer to you, and strings some of your hair behind your ear, so he can see your soft features. You glance up at him, once more— his hand laying softly on your jaw. Once more, he scans your face, for any sign of discomfort. His smokey, kind eyes look into yours, then to your nose and lips, and finally back up to your eyes. A light flush of pink creeps up his neck and into his cheeks, as does yours. He steps closer slightly, still worried he’s going too far— but you don’t move back, and he takes it as an initiation to move even closer.

He leans in and rests his forehead on yours, both of your eyes closed, and just before his lips touch yours, a soft “Can I?” escapes his mouth, and you just slowly nod, granting his permission. And with that, he lifts his hand to your cheek, slightly tangled in your hair— he presses his lips against your own. You kiss him back, tasting the bitterness of his coffee from earlier on his lips. He lifts his other hand to hold your neck, pulling you closer to him. Sparks fly all over your body with the way he touches you. 

Though you didn’t want this moment to end, you pull away abruptly when you smell the scent of burning eggs and light smoke filling your lungs. You two start laughing as he quickly opens up a window to let some of the smoke out the window before turning back around swiftly to start chuckling at your panicked face. You turn off the stove, and once you finish throwing out the now unrecognizable eggs into the trash can and airing out as much of the smoke as you can, you press your back against the counter, crossing your arms, looking at Pedro— “So what was that kiss about?” you say gently, looking into his eyes, the corners of your lips upturning slightly at the thought of it. 

“Are you that oblivious?” he asks, smiling at you while stepping forward a few steps in your direction before finally leaning next to you on the countertop, his eyes never leaving the sight of you as he crosses his arms.

“Possibly, or maybe I just want to hear you say it,” you speak softly, the smile growing on your face before you turn toward him. 

He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking— “I like you, I always have,” he replies quietly, as he looks down at your feet, pinching his lips together, his cheeks glistening a sheer pink in embarrassment. You catch him off guard when he’s lost in thought, you step in front of him, and you reach your hand up to his face and cup his cheek— his light stubble prickling you in your hand, your other hand pressing lightly on his broad chest— the heat rushing to your cheeks as you lean in to kiss him once more; his arms uncrossing, and wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

Before you realized it, he was turning you both around and lifting your body, and setting you on the counter, still not breaking the kiss. He pulls away soon after however, and looks you in your eyes before lifting his hands to your cheeks— “This okay?” he whispers, scanning your face with his soft eyes, as he lifts his hands back up to cup your cheeks. You nod, and you glance at his lips and back to his eyes, full of love, as always. You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you— his body between your legs that dangle off the edge of the counter. 

Just before your lips touch, foreheads resting against each other once more, you whisper sweetly to him, “I like you too, siempre lo hice (I always have),” both yours and Pedro’s lips are lightly brushing against each other as you feel him smile slightly. He runs his hands down your sides and finally lets them rest on your hips. He leans back in and places another soft kiss on your lips— but before too long into your next kissing session, the two of you feel a fluffy feeling separating the two of you from each other, and you both look down simultaneously after breaking the kiss— you see your cat finally awake from his early morning nap, only to cause another disruption between you and Pedro. 

The sight makes the two of you burst into giggles before Pedro rests his head into the crook of your neck before mumbling a gentle “We keep getting interrupted, huh?” into your ear, sending a slight chill up your spine. 

A light chuckle escapes your swollen lips, “Guess so,” you say before tangling one hand in his salt and peppered hair, the other still wrapped around his neck, hugging him closer to you. Though he doesn’t want to, he pulls back from your gasp and picks up your cat— giving him a few kisses before finally setting him down, causing him to run back, presumably to take a nap once more. He looks back up at you, giving you a small smile before walking back between your legs, with his honey-toned eyes full of kindness,  he cups your jaw sweetly, while brushing a few lost strands of your hair behind your ear once more. He kisses your forehead, making you blush for the millionth time today. 

In one swift motion, he picks you back up off the counter and lays one hand on your waist, and the other reaches for the radio to play your favorite playlist, which had ended hours ago. His hands slide down your body, to reach for your hands. He holds your hands gently in his— he starts dancing slowly to the sound of the music, “Dance with me, mi amor (my love),” he grins at you. You chuckle at his not-so-impressive dance moves, before finally giving in and swaying your hips with his, beginning to slow dance. 

The two of you spend the day listening to the sweet sounds of the radio, sharing kisses once and a while, and dancing throughout your apartment, forgetting about the cold food you cooked earlier that morning.

[jettorii]

ninjago main four tk headcanons :]

this is my overly large collection of hcs that just either popped in my head or were taken from asks ive gotten so thank you to everyone that gave a little contribution!!!(and to rico MUAH thank you for letting me plagiarize some of your hcs >:]

general

- you cannot tell me they all dont get into tickle fights all the damn time

- as a welcome gift for kai becoming part of the team, the three ganged up and tickled him (all of them made sure he was fine with it first, asking what he thought about tickles and kai just turned bright red)

- theyve turned saturdays to their annual tickle fight competition, where they all gather in the room and see who can last the longest without tapping out

- (winner gets to skip out on chores for the entire week, but typically gets tickled the most throughout it because everyone is a sore loser LFMAO)

- casual cuddle nights where it always somehow turns into tickling. idfk at least one of them decides to start something, let it be accidental or not one of them tickles another then suddenly its a pile of lego men laughing

- like theyre so close to falling asleep but cole decides theyre not sleeping and slowly claws along jays tummy waking everyone up with a screech

- suddenly the two are in this mosh pit of a tickle fight while zane and kai are groaning about how they just want to sleep

- but eventually they do get dragged into it farewell zzs 😞😞

kai

lee

- extremely touch starved but scared to actually engage or ask for it himself

- which was before he met the ninja

- was flabbergasted when he saw how physically close everyone was with each other

- not just the constant tickle fights, but hugs, cuddles and occasional kisses theyd give

- which is basically how they found out he was ticklish

- like the three would be so touchy with kai like, hugging and inviting him over to cuddle with them but kai would get so flustered hed just. quickly spit out some things and run

- they all didnt want him to feel uncomfortable so they never pushed, so when kai did willingly join them at some point cole got wayy too hyper he went crazy peppering kais neck n ears with kisses just to hear kai shriek

- then things really turned forward

- is the biggest blusher omfg its so cute

- panicked, boisterous laughter while making multiple attempts to hide his face hes so blushy

- of course the ninja didnt let him hide his face, they once trapped kai in a cuddle hug with his arms trapped under two of them, while at the same time all were giving him tickly kisses

- with kai in this position he wias so fucking red lmdao they love him too much

- cant take tickle kisses, nibbles or gnaws for the life of him omfg

- which all the ninjas know and take complete advantage of

- they not only tickle really bad but get him super red at the same time bonus bonus

- has to be super careful when cuddling with cole because one time he trapped kai in this monster lock hug from the front and nuzzled his tummy with kisses and nibbles

- kai never recovered from this he was screaming so loud

- stubborn and cocky, so everyone likes taking him down a peg by melting him into a puddle of giggles

- hes super susceptible to slow teases + tickles

- aggressive tickles are ones to get him howling, but the gentle ones drive him crazy

- in reference to what i said earlier, monster lock hug from cole. then slow, wiggly fingers grazing along his hips was enough for kai that day

- he couldnt do anything but slap on coles shoulder, make several attempts to hide his face and made these funky unintelligible grumbles

- and to make it worse, cole was monstrous with the compliment + teasing combo

- never recovered from this

- didnt even know this but he has horribly sensitive feet as well

- bruggghh who let him decide it would be a good idea to provoke zane by poking him with his dogs

- kai did and hes stupid

- zane didnt even blink when he grabbed kais ankle and proceeded to tickle the daylights out if his sole until the others rushed in confused

- i dont think i talked about his hips but yeah. genuinely terrible spot for him. i dont even feel bad hes a little loser

- once again. screaming when jay decided it would be fun to pin kai down and squeeze his hips like no tomorrow

- the ninja just all love to tickle him to pieces okay

ler

- i may have gone a little insane on the lee hcs but hes also one hell of a ler

- super big on teases + pretty competitive ler

- pretty sure hes made zane short circuit from teases solely at least once

- like his ultimate goal is to fluster the shit out of whoever hes tickling

- ((mainly because he wants revenge for all the times the other ninja had made him all blushy because hes a loser

- he will never feel satisfied unless he is able to be as mean as he can fr omg

- like he once picked on jay by locking him in this weird ass position where kai could freely claw at his tummy while having the freedom to say as many teases as he can WHILE noting down what got him more frantic

- like this man takes tickling so seriously its hilarious he will always have some sort of mental note on what teases work on the other the best

- everyone hates him for this. absolutely despises him

- would get into absolute competitive rounds of tickle fights with cole where the two would literally be at each others throats for first place

- kai found this little technique where he'll climb up behind cole, wrap his legs and arms around him and tickle him senseless until he gives up

- works majority of the time because cole cant shake him off unless hes able to grab kais knee

- kai is crazy stubborn so he wont give up until cole is at his death spots??? but either way kai is still going to try his damn hardest to flip things around again even if hes shrieking

jay

lee

- shrieker, screamer and snorter

- babbles when he notices the others about to tickle him he will freak out

- nearly bust kais eardrums when he snuck up and tickled jay for the first time

- yet kai still does it because he finds the whole situation fucking hilarious

- chasing or any sort of anticipation gets him SO bad

- jay despises it when cole decides to chase him because he is SO jumpy and frantic and literally cannot deal with the anticipation

- like he'll be dashing around but be much more giddy than usual because. adrenaline.

- cole would be trying to make the air much more tense with teases while hunting him down, but jay literally yells throughout giggles for him to stop LMFAO

- "when i catch you, im going to-"

- "STOHOP NO NO NOO YOU WONT!!"

- most tickly tummy out of everyone

- its his immediate death spot, he'll be scream laughing right away

- cole decided it would be fun to nom on his belly and jay died

- goodbye boy you will be missed

- even zane joined in on the fun, making cole hold jays arms above his head to allow zane to slowly claw his cold hands along jays skin

- bro was SO loud and frantic shaking his head like crazy he basically shook the entire room

- he also remembers how kai walked in on this entire scene happening, took one look and immediately walked right out

- jay got him afterwards for leaving him in the dust

- big unintentional thrasher

- hes probably given wayy too many injuries to everyone unintentionally LFMAO

- kicked kai in the stomach once, smacked cole in the face and elbowed zane in the shoulder

- probably laughed harder at this happening than being tickled

- even gets sparks of lightning that shoot out his hands when hes laughing

- they can come in waves either being strong or weak, but either way when it hits his ler, it tickles

- jay loves when this happens and would purposely aim his hands towards the spots of whoevers tickling him

- which is why all the ninja have learned its best to pin at least a hand over jays head before wrecking him

- also has extremely high pitched panicked giggles that they all find extremely endearing muahmfuah

- like his voice will go so high pitched they all call him the squeaky toy

- used to be a little bit insecure about his laugh because he thought it was weird when hed squeak

- but all the compliments and sweet teases say otherwise so jay shuts up when hes about to say something negative about his laugh

- he said it once and got tickled with so much love from the three

- its just soso sweet im going to go cry he <3

ler

- absolute mean ass gremlin ler

- was the one who introduced tickling as their daily thing to bug each other with

- and started a shit ton of tickle fights throughout their time together

- he was the one who introduces the idea of having a tickle tournament because hed thought it would be fun

- hes been tickled so many times so dont think he wont remember all the different techniques he picked up

- i feel like everyone actually underestimated his ability to tickle others at first because he was just a silly little guy but noo they were all so wrong

- uses his lightning to tickle others because hes a little shit that is able to use his powers to his advantage

- everyone hates him for this because 1. theyre salty they cant use their powers for this intent and 2. it tickles like crazy

- uses this specifically for poking/ tazing people with his powers or just grabbing at ribs

- jay tickled cole so bad with his tazes once and cole in return gave jay one of the most intense chases hes ever had in his life

- like full blown tickle monster chasing after a banshee

- also found out zane is the most susceptible to his tazes because they affect him much more than normal tickles

- and WILL take that to his advantage because when jay does use his powers, zane is scream thrashing which he almost never does

- hes also pretty big on anticipation because he knows how bad it gets him so he just has to do it to the others

- coos and laughs along with who hes tickling because he finds it super silly and sweet

- looves squeezing because he feeds on seeing the person hes tickling thrashing around while hes just having a good time

- literally always the first one to start any tickle fights

- unprovoked will sneak up behind one of them and squeeze their spots until they crumble

zane

lee

- kind of just. takes the tickles unless it gets to a very specific spot

- has a really soft, breathy laugh that the others swoon on

- when you get one of his bad spots, he'll glitch a bit along with a high pitched squeak, but it wont hurt him

- he'll also uncharacteristically thrash and squirm!!!! gets more frantic n giggly which everyone loves

- in a way his little glitch like a high pitched squeak/snort that makes zanes movements much more reactive, like he'll gently push at hands and slowly try to slink away

- the first time this happened everyone freaked out and zane had to reassure that he was okay and just another way of laughing when things get a bit hysterical

- now they all think its the cutest thing ever and tickle him just so they can hear his laughter and his little squeaks

- all the ninja are SO soft about it too, always checking in to see if anything may be too overwhelming for zane as its a completely new sensation

- he is fine, he likes having this little bonding moment w them

- jay bullies him a lot solely because his electricity has been by far one of the most effective ways of getting zane to crumple to the ground

- zane is known to kind of just let out his little breathy laughs and squirm a bit, which is why it was incredibly surprising to both parties when jay snuck up behind him, tased his ribs and the next second zane barked out a laugh and fell down LMFAO

- they both looked at each other for a second before cackling because it was funny, then the next it was a whole different type of laughter because jay did it again but with full on tickles

- also has very sensitive ears and hands!!!! jumped a mile high when cole decided it would be a good idea to breathe down his neck and the story ends there LDMAO

- actually used to be. pretty neutral about tickling until it became a daily bonding activity hed do with the others

- tickling makes him feel more human as well and acts as a comfort to him that he knows he can be tickled just like the ninja can

- was actually worried at first he wouldnt be ticklish but cole was not taking that and did his silly little experiment and now :]]]]

- AND didnt know he could be this panicked and flustered while being tickled, because his system never really had to experience this type of emotion before but he liked it a lot

- although it did make him even more blushy because it was a good realization he had

ler

- cold and calculated movements when tickling otners

- tickles the others the least, but when he does or is about to, everyone sprints

- found this function where he can jitter his fingers really fast along any spot which drives all of them insane

- zane gathered everyone so he could demonstrate and used jay as his guinea pig only for him to scream and jump a mile high

- they all ran afterwards

- AND along with this he also uses it on his lips when hes giving raspberries

- when i say jay dies this man dies on spot when this happens

- zane had him pinned and jay saw him prepping to turn the feature on and he was SCREAMING before it even started LMFAOO

- he picks on everyone when they least expect it because when his attacks happen, theyre brutal

- like once jay wrecked the absolute living shit out of zane

- and in casual zane style he let jay be on his toes for a week expecting revenge

- buut forgot about it afterwards and let his guard down

- which is when zane casually just walked up behind jay when he was talking to nya, scoops him up and takes him away for sweet sweet revenge

- jay didnt even know it was revenge until zane pinned him down and pulled his shirt up to reveal his tummy then immediately began to screech

- likes 'chasing' kai and shoving his hands under his shirt with his reasoning being "my system needs a warmup"

- they both know its bullshit so it just turns into this overdramatic chase around the room where kai is SPRINTING while zane is casually walking towards him because he knows he'll catch him

- in the end zane always catches him one way or another and wiggles his fingers where its nice and cozy

- gets kai the worst because of this sole reason,, the icy hands just make him much more sensitive to zanes tickles

- super brutally honest with his teases

- its not even teases its literally just him pointing out the obvious yet everyone seems to??? hate it more when its the truth?????

- never really understood it when each time hed do this theyd tell him to shut up but at the same time he found it really amusing

- solely because it would make their reactions even more sillier and he found it v endearing

- WILL ALSO reveal anyones spots without any warning like hes stating a fun fact

- and just. knows. he knows.

- he’ll take one look at someone and make his silly calculated guess and itll always somehow be a spot that makes the person rush into a panic

- none of the ninja know how he does it but they all collectively agree that it is both amazing and terrible at the same time

- RIB COUNTER

- loves doing it because he says “i like learning about anatomy”

- which is bullshit he just likes being mean

- like he’ll pay extra attention to each and every rib when tickling the life out of either of the ninja

- found a very specific rib on the higher end with cole that has him howling and has kept this information to himself for the longest time

- mainly because no one has asked yet because he exposes everyones spots when asked LFMAO

cole

lee

- at some point all the ninjas thought this hoe wasnt ticklish because he was so good at hiding it

- and absolutely loved keeping his reputation as the high and mighty tickle monster out of all of them

- like hed dodge the question by tickling the person asking to pieces so they forget or would just drop the question

- or the ninja would poke him, but since cole was expecting it, he could control his reactions pretty well

- buut no secrets are hidden in this household

- and if you live with a few other curious ninja i dont think anything will be left unsettled

- zane literally unprovoked and out of nowhere sneaks up behind him and claws at coles ribs making him let out one of the loudest shrieks everyones heard

- mind you this was when they were all casually chatting in their rooms

- theres like a moment of silence for everyone to process this until its absolute chaos

- jay is screaming "YOU LIAR" while kai wrestles cole to the ground with zane whos smirking at the situation unfold

- has ridiculously ticklish thighs that no one knew about until jay was being a little silly and ran his fingers along coles inner thigh

- the two were lounging on the couch with cole who had one of his legs on jay just for that to happen and nearly kneed him in the face

- jay immediately gasped in shock and started laughing, gave a few more squeezes up on his thigh until cole pounced

- cole literally had to tickle the shit out of jay to keep him from telling the others (theyll find out eventually)

- not too much of a thrasher or one to get away, but he'll say things that mean the opposite yet the ninja can clearly tell hes enjoying it

- which gets him horrendously flustered that they all noticed it

- "get AWAY!!"

- "then why arent you running??"

- or one time zane had cole all propped up in his lap and was slowly circling his finger along his ribs driving him into a giggling frenzy

- but zane being zane noticed immediately that cole was leaning more towards him than away

- "if you say you hate this, then why are you leaning into my fingers?"

- cole just buried his face hes not dealing with that question

- then zane asked why this question got to cole so bad in front of EVERYONE and suddenly jay and kai are also mildly flustered but now know what gets to cole

- was and still is extremely embarassed over how ticklish he is in his little specific spots

- like. hes so used to people perceiving him as the tough big guy so he tries to live up to those expectations only to crumble under a few wiggly fingers

- which everyone except for cole LOVED because they thought it was so sweet n cute

- they all dont really make fun of him for this but they just. yeah they love tickling him n hearing him giggle

ler

- self proclaimed tickle monster out of the bunch which pisses everyone off because hes right

- absolutely no mercy when hes getting any of the three fr they all know when his mind is set on tickling someone they are going to get tickled

- which always leads into this gigantic tickle fight which begins with cat and mouse, or if its kai this man wont even run he'll try to fight back which just results in even more chaos

- has this little signature smile or look that everyone knows they have to prepare for

- like they could literally just be watching a movie and cole will dramatically look to one of them and they KNOW shits going down

- big on tickle kisses, bites and nibbles nom nom nom

- he likes pretending whoever hes tickling is his food and does these little playful growls when nomming on them

- done this way too many times to jay because it gets him the best

- or just casually grabbing someone, picking them up and wrecking the absolute life out of them

- likes manhandling his lees because all they can do is just kick their legs and hope he'll go easy on them

- like hes literally thrown kai over his shoulder and scribbled his knees

- mf couldnt do anything except lightly pound on his back

- once tickled all three ninja at once it was wild

- beat them all at a video game and as "losers punishment", he made them lie down next to each other back against the floor

- then proceeded to give left hand to kai, right hand to zane and raspberries to jay who was dubbed the shitty shitty loser

- he was so good at it too???? sir how and why would you do this to them

- it got so loud to the point where lloyd ran in and started shouting at them to shut the fuck up

- man needs to play his roblox in peace without them screeching in the back

- he scared off lloyd when cole yelled he was going to get him next

- cole and jay would be having tickle fights in some of the worst situations possible it was both ridiculous and entertaining for kai and zane

- like theyd be having a lecture from sensei wu and cole would sneak jabs at jays ribs making him shriek

- sensei wu was not amused

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You and Us - CHAPTER 3

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, angst, nightmares, fluff

A/N : Chapter 3, finally ! Sorry for the delay. Tell me what you think about it ! Also this is not beta read so I apologize for any mistakes !

You and Us Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

A scream echoed throughout the floor, waking you up. Your sleep was lighter with the stress building up. Every day without news of Bucky only increased your anxiety.

What if something had happened to him?

But you didn't have time to think about that. You picked up the gun you had hidden under your pillow, and silently left your room.

All was quiet until another howl sounded, coming from the room at the end of the corridor. You lowered the weapon. There was no danger. You knew what was happening: Sebastian was having a nightmare. Bucky still went through the same thing from time to time. But for the actor, the torture was still recent, even if Hydra had been merciful compared to what they'd put the super soldier through.

You gently opened the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. The man seemed to be suffering in his dreams. His eyebrows were furrowed and sweat was beading on his forehead. He must have moved a lot trying to fight off the demons tormenting him, for the comforter was thrown back - revealing his muscular but bruised body - and one of the pillows was on the floor.

You did as you would have done with Bucky, and gently placed your hand on his forehead as you repeated his name, loud enough for him to hear but soft enough not to rush him.

Gradually, the man stopped fidgeting and opened his eyes.

The hooded man who was beating him up, turning the grey ground into a pool of blood, gave way to a young woman who was stroking his hair. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was safe.

He had been in Avengers Tower for a week. The doctors had put him in a coma for a few days while they treated his wounds and made sure he would be all right. But the fear was still there.

"I'm so sorry," he said. He didn't move. He didn't want to. It was so soothing to have such gentle physical contact, and she was so beautiful. So much so that he felt like he was looking at an angel.

"Don't worry. You had a nightmare, it's normal after what you've been through."

He tried not to think about it, closing his eyes and concentrating on his breathing. She withdrew her hand, leaving him with a cold sensation where it had been. Then he noticed that he was really cold: he was drenched in sweat.

"I think I need a shower. Could we... um... watch a film? Or chat? I don't think I can go back to sleep... and I don't really feel like being alone right now."

"Of course," she replied with a smile. "I'm going to have a hard time getting back to sleep too. Take your time. I'll change your sheets in the meantime."

Under normal circumstances, Sebastian would have protested, or at least asked her to wait for him so he could help, but right now he needed help and support after being abused for several days.

Thanking her, he headed for the bathroom, thinking about her hand on his skin.

You were both sitting on one of the sofas, drinking the hot chocolate you had prepared. You had put on a film, but weren't watching it. It was just background noise while you talked.

You told him how much you liked him, complimenting his acting skills and insisting that he deserved to be better known. This made Sebastian blush, but also laugh. It made him feel better.

"While you were being treated this week, I asked for a team to be sent to protect your mother. It wasn't you those guys were after, but I'd rather be careful."

"Thank you," he said, letting out a sigh of relief. He hadn't dared express out loud how terrified he was that something might happen to his mother. It would have made the situation far too real, the danger closer.

"Should I send other agents elsewhere? Friends? Family? Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"No," he laughed lightly, "I don't really have time for a relationship." But you could see a certain sadness in his eyes. It wasn't that he was too busy with his career, it was that he hadn't found the right person for him.

He changed the subject: "And you, is there someone in your life?"

"Yes, he's called James but everyone calls him Bucky. Hydra confused you with him. And now... there's no news and I can't stop imagining the worst..." A tear escaped your left eye and Sebastian couldn't help but wiping it away with his thumb.

He wished you had told him you were single. He'd only known you for a day, and he was already feeling a strong attraction.

His hand was still on your cheek. As for you, you weren't moving. This contact was unexpected, and Sebastian looked so much like Bucky. If it had been him, all you would have had to do was step forward and place a kiss on his lips. 

You stepped back while he withdrew his hand. If you heart was already taken, he wouldn't steal it.

She drank a little of her chocolate then cleared her throat, trying to ignore the unease that had set in.

"I'd better get back to sleep," she began. "I want to be fit enough to find Bucky." She avoided Sebastian's gaze, her eyes as blue as James's, still embarrassed by what had just happened.

"Of course, I'll do the same. I don't think the nightmares will come back tonight. Thanks for keeping me company."

"My pleasure. Good night Sebastian," and the small smile she finally offered him made him melt.

"Good night, Y/N."

She disappeared into the corridor, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He told himself that if she'd been single, he wouldn't have withdrawn his hand. He would have slipped it down her neck to draw her to him and kiss her.

He returned to his bed, imagining the softness of her lips against his. When he managed to get back to sleep, he dreamt of her. And in his dreams, she was in his arms.

The next day

The sun was already high in the sky when Sebastian woke up. No nightmares had returned to disturb his sleep. He got ready before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. He had hoped to find you there, but it was a tall, blond man who was waiting for him and he wore a stern expression.

The famous Captain America did indeed look angry. Any trace of the sympathy that everyone knew was gone from his face. The actor would have wondered if something had just happened, if the cold stare wasn't directed straight at him. It took away his appetite.

"I saw you last night." So began the conversation. No hello. Steve was angry with him, but why? He couldn't think of anything he could have done to upset the hero. The blonde man must have seen his confusion: "Since you've decided to play dumb, I'll make things clear: she is with Bucky. He deserves the happiness he's found with her, and I won't let you ruin what they have."

So it was because of that. Yet all you've done was talk. Unless Steve was talking about the little rapprochement? Sebastian wanted to justify himself, but barely had time to say a word when Steve shoved him violently. 

"Stay away from her." He was about to start again, when a voice rang out.

"Steve!" you had just stepped out of the lift. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I saw him trying to kiss you last night!" He was clearly upset.

"What? No, not at all. We were just talking, nothing happened. Now leave him alone." Steve glared at Sebastian, saying nothing. "Listen," you continued, "I just had a meeting with Fury. He said that what we found about Hydra when we rescued Sebastian was very helpful. He'll be able to send a team after them."

"Good," was all he said before taking the lift to his apartment.

You sighed and turned to Sebastian. "I'm sorry about what he did and said. I think he is just worried something might have happened to Bucky and Sam."

He seemed a little shaken and returned to his room without a word. You wanted to follow him and comfort him, but were interrupted by your phone ringing. It was Bucky.

TO BE CONTINUED

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[danileepearce]

I share a plex server with some friends over where I live now and sometime ago someone requested and added Welcome To The NHK to the list of available shows on it. About a week ago i started to work my way through watching it and just tonight I finally finished it. I didn't really think to expect much from it, but it ended up a show, a world, a set of characters that im really glad i ended up spending my nights with.

Firstly, the show for a good handful of its duration is absolutely laugh out loud funny. I now understand in that way why it seems to have been at least a minor sensation in some corners of late 00s internet(i don't know exactly of the reach it had, but it was probably big). so many easily quotable/jokeable/memeable moments throughout, such a hilarious dissection of otaku culture and also really just like, early 20s life. satou is the most 22 years old any human being has ever been in their entire lives.

the show genuinely takes its sweet time really kind of slowly inching its true message on you; it front-loads itself heavily with its comedy and its stories about satou and yamazaki being complete ridiculous dumbasses over several episodes, with every episode ending with that insane ABABA BABA BA ODORU AKACHAN NINGEN song which, the lyrics are so well written and so relatable for 2006…i was only 11 when this first aired! ********************************************************************* [[MAJOR SPOILERS PAST THIS POINT, DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT THEM, ALSO CONTENT WARNING FOR SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTER]] *********************************************************************

but then you get to that point in the series where satou becomes This Close to committing suicide. its played off in a somewhat over-dramatic way and even that has humorous undertones to it, but the first true colors of the heart behind the show really begin to introduce themselves in a very visible way after that point. the end credits song changes to something a lot more grounded, and little by little from then on, the humor kind of falls away, the characters satou had to bounce off of in these ways depart from the main plot altogether (but they give satou and yamazaki that one last "snowball fight" lmao. how did those two never kiss) until its just him and misaki. i actually was stunned at how totally transformed the tone had become by the last few episodes.

When I finally got to the end, it was one of those endings….one of those resolutions….where i just kind of ended up going out for a night walk at 2 am, walking for almost an hour listening to music, and then sitting out on a lounge chair on my driveway staring up at the stars and just thinking.

The big lore reveal for misaki around the climax of the story made me realise just how much i had in common with her. Basically ever since i first became homeless, and honestly some time before that, I feel like i've basically just always dedicated myself to helping others as best as i can. i used to be pretty bad at it, but i was dedicated enough to making this a fundamental part of who i was it that it became a skill within myself i refined like a sharp blade over the years. i gave myself up to ppl completely, in more ways than one, often just to have a place to stay. to this day, i feel like i give so much to my friends. i try to give so much to whatever community i find myself in. because i think i too share a compulsion to give others the love and the kindness that i was never given when i most needed it. like misaki. i also have worried pretty heavily about if my usefulness would last to the people around me. ive also hinged my entire life purpose on that.

i dont think i have as tragic of a backstory as misaki's is framed to be, but my family life was in many ways as equally fractured as hers. my mom didn't kill herself, but it feels like she might as well have. she always seemed like there once was a human being there that just became completely consumed with hate, with christofascism, with this desire to have me constantly hurt and beaten by not just her but by just about every adult figure that graced my life for many years. my dad was just simply not present, and was consumed by this complete inability to ever have the relationship with me that i so badly needed from him growing up. at times he was an equal participant in the abuse. and additionally at times he was actually scarier and a lot more energetically violent. when satou is on the island and raises his voice and fist to misaki, her reaction was something i felt very deeply. it especially hit with the lore reveal.

additionally, i related to satou in a number of ways too. up until this year i had spent the last 9 years essentially living in this very open-wound self-exploitative way where i essentially kept no secrets and no part of me concealed from people until this spring, around my 29th birthday, and at some point in the following summer, everything just Slammed Shut on my fingers from the inside and has not reopened. i feel like ive radically transformed into being a much more private person. i hardly post anywhere on social media anymore and most times i just outright avoid it. ive unfollowed/disconnected from a lot of the ppl i knew in that time period. ive struggled lately with a very deep fear of the world and of nearly everybody in it, since many of the people i met after escaping home were also people that hurt me in pretty profound ways, both on and offline. i spend a lot of time just in my house, which i try to maintain as low of stimuli within as i can. sometimes i just lie down and i listen to music and get lost in a very deep currant of my own thoughts. sometimes i just spiral. i was spiraling pretty heavily over this last week especially. feeling like the world and everyone in it wants nothing to do but just hurt me. like ITS ALL A CONSPIRACY (OF COURSE! WHY DIDN'T I REALIZE THIS BEFORE!)to keep me always suffering and in pain.

And, like both characters, i have wanted to kill myself. many times over many years. sometimes for extremely silly and impulsive reasons like satou, sometimes for reasons based out of very real deep-seated trauma, fear, and a sense of never-ending heartbreak like misaki. the way she fixates on death and suicide leading up to her own attempts is something i've done more times than i can count. anyone who has known me for any length of time has learned this about me at some point. my most recent plan to do so was made at the end of july this year. its funny in that way how satou catches misaki before she falls, and how satou is caught by the chain link (lol) and misaki then helps him back onto the cliff. that to me very much analogues my friends catching me and me catching myself. maybe im also that chain link; where even in my most brazen and my most far-flung from a grounded feeling that a hard wall will always stop me short from going through with it. who knows!

and i mean, maybe a hikkikimori partially/subliminally fits my description as of present, but maybe without the negative connotations that seem to associate with that term. ive mostly become a lot more hermetic out of necessity. I've Lived So Much Life and a lot of life that no one should ever have to live, and i've finally arrived at a place of stability and support where i can finally just Withdraw from it all. i can live with a quietness and a control over my environment that i've essentially always longed for. i guess that ive lived the reverse life of satou; he seems very comically dedicated to Always Being A Hikkikimori and yet he ends up doing a lot of Living over the course of the series! and in the end it results in him kind of resurfacing properly into the world. thats what the series portrays as a happy ending but i'd like to think that my "reversed" version of that has a happy ending to it in itself. i can finally live how i feel i deserve to. i can finally find and feel my own happiness in the withdrawal from so many elements in my life that were hurting me, burning me, bruising me very terribly.

id like to think also that our overall attitudes towards ppl who quote-on-quote Don't Contribute To Society have vastly improved since 2006; on a few occasions the series seemed very mean spirited in a way that hasn't aged well. The brief focus on kobayashi's brother i thought was really touching though; seemed like a more sympathetic look at complete reclusiveness even though he too has another "happy ending" type resolution. some ppl are just most comfortable shut off and isolated from most things in the world, especially in a covid age.

but anyway, i really like that the way satou and misaki dedicate themselves to self preservation is a(nother) contract that basically binds them them both to stay alive together. neither one of them wants the other to die, so either they both have to or neither of them do. that's really cute and sweet. i think i would get a lot out of having that kind of agreement with someone. like really, the way that this series extrapolates upon what it means to live, what it means to keep going, is done in a way that is surprisingly very well handled and very affecting to someone like me. and i definitely am sure that im not alone in that. these subjects were always the series' secret weapon, they were always the CONSPIRACY. the series just wants us all to live, to take care of ourselves through everything as much as we can.

in all of this, im reminded of a memory of someone who long ago i used to talk to and message every day as an excited 16 year old who barely knew how to be an actual person and was only really just learning how to interact with people online. if memory serves, Welcome To The NHK was a series that was very close and dear to her at that time. i hope she's doing ok.

but yeah. i guess in its own strange way NHK has become one of my unexpectedly favorite anime of all time, something that is no secret to anyone who has reached this same sentiment about it. It was something that found me at the perfect place at the perfect time. i get it now. i feel like i now get so much. a lot of this feels written very messily and disorganized and complicated in my thinking and wording, but if you made it this far, thank you for reading. its been a minute since i felt this inspired to just write

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Fight The Feeling Prologue- Part 9 Drunken After Parties

Summary- You and Jack attend the Billboard Music awards separately, before attending an after party where you get a little too drunk and Jack takes care of you.

The day after you and Jack landed in California, you, and Jack both had appearances at the Billboard Music Awards. Jack was nominated and had a performance, while you were announcing one of the awards. 

You didn’t tell Jack what award you were announcing, you had only found out the day before, but once you found out you were determined to surprise him. You would be announcing top rap song, which Jack’s collaboration with Lil Nas X happened to be nominated for. You knew it might be awkward if Jack lost, and you weren’t told who was winning, but you had the feeling he would win.

You opted to get a hotel so you could have your makeup artist do your makeup without having to come to the house. Since you were getting ready separately, that meant you didn’t see Jack for most of the day. 

You both walked the red carpet separately, not seeing each other until everyone was finding their seats. Jack was being rushed backstage while everyone found their seats, so you couldn’t talk to Jack before the show. Once you were in your seat, you pulled your phone out of your bag that Claire was holding. 

“Good luck, I love you.” You texted Jack.

“Thank you. I love you too. Where are you sitting?” Jack responded.

“I’m on the right side of the stage, I think were on opposite sides.” You sent.

“I’ll look for you but if we don’t talk during the show, I’ll see you at the afterparty.” Jack sent. “You look beautiful by the way.” 

“Thank you. I love you. I miss you.”

“I love you. I miss you too, I’ll see you soon.”

“Who are you texting?” Claire asked.

“Uh, my boyfriend.” You said.

“Wait. Who is it? How long have you been dating? You never told me you had a boyfriend.”

“It’s a secret, I can’t tell you who it is, not now. I’ll tell you how long, but not here. Too many cameras.” You said and before she could respond, the show was starting.

During almost every commercial break, you and Jack would text each other, glancing at each other several times throughout the show. 

When you were on stage to announce his award, Jack was so distracted by the way your dress looked, or more specifically the way you looked in your dress, that he didn’t realize his name had been called until everyone around him jumped up in excitement. Jack walked up the steps and towards you, as you handed him the trophy, he pulled you into a hug. 

“I love you, you deserve this. I’m proud of you.” You whispered to him. Jack couldn’t respond back, since the audience could see him, luckily his body hid your face from the audience and cameras. Since Jack couldn’t respond, he used his hand that was on your waist to gently squeeze your hip three times. 

That was your way of saying “I love you” without saying it out loud. Usually, it was done by squeezing someone’s hand three times. You and Jack changed it, since there were so many people who didn’t know you were dating you weren’t always able to hold hands, so it was anytime you did anything in threes. Jack squeezing your hip in a hug, you tapping his arm three times, or even tapping your phone when you knew the other was looking.

You and Jack pulled away from the hug so Jack could do his acceptance speech. Once Jack was done you both walked off stage together, Jack’s hand hovering over your lower back as you walked backstage. You found an empty hallway that led you back to your seats, so you could be alone for a few minutes.

“You know, if you wanted to give me an award for how well I fuck you, you didn’t have to make an event out of it.” Jack teased, you gasped but laughed.

“Next time I’ll just make it a small event.” You joked, intertwining your fingers with Jack’s.

“I had no idea you were going to be the one presenting my award, that just made it even more special.” Jack said and you smiled. Jack was rubbing his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand.

“I found out last night, I was just hoping you would win, or it would be awkward.” You said. “But I knew you would. I wasn’t too worried about it, but the thought did cross my mind.”  Jack laughed softly.

“Well, even if I didn’t win, I know you don’t pick the winner, now if you did, then it would be awkward.” Jack joked. Jack stopped both of you from walking before you could be seen by the audience. “I love you, so much.” Jack said, his hand that wasn’t holding yours going to your cheek as he kissed you.

“I love you too. I’m so proud of you truly.” You said, kissing Jack again. “I’ll see you at the after party.” You said, kissing him once more.

“I’ll see you then. I’m going to wait a few minutes before I go out so no one see’s us entering together.” Jack told you.

“Okay, I’m going to go get a drink.” You told Jack and he nodded. His hand holding yours as long as he could before you both had to let go. You turned to smile at Jack before walking back out into the crowd. 

You and Jack left the award show and arrived to the afterparty separately but found each other quickly. Everyone attending had signed NDAs, so you and Jack figured as long as you didn’t do anything that clearly showed you were in a relationship, you would be fine to hang out, just as friends.

It was about halfway through the party, and like most of the people in the room, you were drunk. Normally you didn’t get drunk, only tipsy, but tonight was different. Jack didn’t realize how drunk you were until he heard your and Urban’s names being called for karaoke. Jack turned his attention to the small stage that was in the room, seeing you and Urban walking on. 

Jack couldn’t help but laugh as First Class started playing. Shortly into the song, you spotted Jack watching you two, you pointed to him, waving him towards the stage. When Jack didn’t walk up, you handed your microphone to Urban who looked at you confused. You ran off the stage and over to Jack. You grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the stage with you and Urban.

You shared your microphone with Jack as the three of you performed First Class to a room of people who weren’t exactly paying attention. They were too busy doing their own thing, the three of you were kind of in your own world. Jack laughing as you and Urban performed Jack’s song as if it was your own. 

Once the song was over, the three of you went back to the little area you had previously claimed as your own. Urban went to get more drinks while you and Jack stood out of the crowd.

“How many drinks have you had?” Jack asked and you shrugged.

“As many as Urban has had.” You said before looking at him seriously. “Are you mad at me? Is that why your asking?” Jack couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, I’m not mad at you. I’ve just never seen you this drunk. Have you drank any water?” Jack asked you.

“You are mad at me. That’s why you’re asking me to drink water.” You said, your eyes starting to water.

“I’m not mad, promise. I’m more concerned that you’re not going to be able to stand up in 15 minutes.” Jack half joked, offering you a bottle of water. You pouted but took it, taking a couple drinks before handing it back to Jack when Urban came back, handing you your drink, you took it, thanking Urban before taking a drink of it.

“Come dance with me!” You said to Jack, who nodded, following you on to the dance floor. You and Jack danced for a little bit, before he decided to take a break, walking off the dance floor, but keeping an eye on you. You continued to dance and jump around to the music that was playing. 

Eventually you stumbled over to where Jack was holding his arms out, ready to catch you if you accidently fell. 

“You.” You said, reaching up to tap the tip of Jack’s nose, but due to your blurred vision, you missed, making Jack laugh softly. “You look like my boyfriend.” 

“Oh yeah? I do?” Jack asked, raising his eyebrow.

“That’s because you are.” You whispered so no one else could hear you. Jack laughed, tilting his head back slightly.

“Okay, I think it’s time to sit down.” Jack said, wrapping his arm around you so you didn’t fall as he led you to a couch, both of you sitting down.

“I don’t feel good.” You pouted, leaning back on the couch.

“Here, drink some more water.” Jack said, handing you another bottle of water. You took it, drinking about half of it almost instantly, before laying your head on Jack’s arm. At the moment, Jack wasn’t concerned about someone finding out you were together, so he didn’t say anything or move. Urban saw you two sitting down so he approached you, his arm around some random girl.

“She good?” Urban asked, motioning to you with his free hand, you shook your head in response.

“I feel nauseous.”

“I think I’m going to take her home.” Jack said, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m pretty sure she ended up drinking more then I did.” Urban told Jack.

“Should I send the car back to pick you up?” Jack asked and Urban shook his head. The three of you said goodbye before Jack lead you out a back entrance, getting in the back of his car, telling the driver the address of your rented house.

“I want to lay down.” You said and Jack instantly shook his head.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. How about when we get home? We’re only like 20 minutes from the house.” Jack suggested and you shook your head.

“I want to lay down now.” You said and Jack sighed softly.

“Okay, you can lay down.” Jack said and you nodded, moving so you were laying down with your head in Jack’s lap. Jack was running his fingers through your hair, moving it all behind you just in case you threw up. You looked over to see if the window separating you from the driver was closed, which it was.

“I love you.” You said, your words slurring together like they had been previously.

“I love you too” Jack said. “Do you want to take a nap? I can wake you up when we get to the house.” You shook your head but closed your eyes for a moment. You got bored a couple minutes later, opening your eyes again.

You started to circle Jack’s pants button with your finger, and Jack let you, not thinking anything of it as he scrolled on his phone. You wanted Jack’s attention, and he wasn’t giving it to you at the moment, so you sighed dramatically, making Jack look away from his phone and at you.

“If you want my attention you can ask, I’m always willing to give you my attention.” Jack said, putting his phone down.

“I’ll just make it so you can’t ignore me.” You said, trying to undo Jack’s pants button before he reached down to stop you.

“Not right now, you’re drunk.” Jack said. “Don’t get me wrong, any other time, I’d say yes, but you’re drunk.” You pouted.

“When we get to the house?” You asked and Jack couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I think you’ll still be drunk in 15 minutes.” Jack said.

“But if I’m not?” You asked.

“If you’re not, then sure.” Jack entertained your idea, not wanting to argue about the fact that you would still be drunk in 15 minutes.

The car pulled up to the house about 15 minutes later, Jack helping you out of the car, keeping his arm around you to steady you as you stumbled up the walkway to the house. Once Jack unlocked the door, he decided to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed.

“I think I’m still drunk.” You told him, looking at him, Jack laughed and nodded.

“You are, but that’s okay. Do you want me to help you change?” Jack asked and you nodded slightly. Jack grabbed one of his t-shirts, while you attempted to unbuckle your heels before Jack walked back over to you and unbuckled them for you. Jack carefully helped you change into his t-shirt.

“Do you want to get up and take your makeup off?” Jack asked and you shook your head. “Want me to bring makeup wipes to you?” Jack asked.

“Yes please.” You nodded, smiling at him softly, Jack nodded, walking into the bathroom to grab your makeup wipes. It took him a few minutes to find them, and when he walked back out into the bedroom, he found you asleep on the bed. Jack smiled softly at you, pulling a blanket over you, before opening the makeup wipes, Jack tried to take your makeup off as well as he could. It wasn’t perfect, since he didn’t really know what he was doing, and he was trying to make sure you didn’t wake up, but it was better than nothing.

Jack put the makeup wipes back in the bathroom before walking out to the kitchen to get you a glass of water for the next morning, along with some Tylenol, Jack even moved the trashcan from the bathroom and placed it next to the bed just in case before getting ready for bed himself.

The next morning, Jack woke up first, unsurprisingly, but you woke up shortly after he did, burying your face further into his chest, trying to block the light.

“How much did I drink last night?” You asked.

“I’m not sure, you said you didn’t remember.” Jack answered. “There’s Tylenol on the table.” Jack told you and you nodded, rolling over to take it before you quickly moved back to how you were laying before, trying to let it take effect.

“Good morning.” You said quietly a few minutes later.

“Good morning baby.” Jack said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I haven’t felt this shitty in years.” You told Jack.

“Yeah, you got pretty drunk, you and Urban did karaoke together.” Jack told you, and you gasped slightly.

“We did??” 

“Yep, then you tried to give me a blowjob on the way home, but I said no because you were drunk, then you asked if we could do it at home instead, insisting that you weren’t going to be drunk then.” Jack said, laughing slightly.

“I remember absolutely none of that.” You told Jack. “I am so sorry I got that drunk, I didn’t mean to.” You apologized, Jack shaking his head.

“Don’t apologize, you’re very entertaining when you’re drunk.” Jack said, both of you laughing softly before Jack continued to fill you in on everything else you did the night before, you eventually falling back asleep while he was talking, making him laugh and smile at you again, kissing the top of your head before fixing the blanket over you one more time.

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[peachmi1k]

hi judah, it's time for me to drop a mini fic in your inbox 😇

ted x streamer!reader + highly publicised situationship except you're actually closer to dating than the world thinks

– the internet was mean. you knew that before you started streaming, before you became an influencer, but nothing could've prepared you for the hate that came when you started talking to ted nivison.

to be quite honest, you weren't sure how people figured it out. you'd been apart of a huge group stream that qt had set up and ted just happened to be there. on screen, you didn't talk often but when you did you always managed to make the whole group laugh. afterwards, off screen, you hit it off. you exchanged numbers and discords and he told you to text him when you got back to your hotel so he knew you got back safe. it was sweet, but you didn't think much of it.

on your stream the next day, you told your chat that you'd met this cute guy recently and that you weren't sure if you made a great first impression but that it would be fine because it probably wouldn't go anywhere anyways. ”maybe i'll text him tonight.” you'd muttered just loud enough for the mic to pick it up, just enough to send your viewers spiralling their way over to twitter.

of course you didn't know, but in the next chuckle sandwich podcast, ted started talking about this person he'd met and how they'd talked for a total of like thirty minutes. throughout his rant that schlatt and their guest had to listen to, he told them about how he admired their work ethic; how he thought they were just wonderful to be around; how they were oh so beautiful; how he was so surprised when they actually texted him; yada yada yada. ”ted if you keep talking about them the listeners are gonna doxx them!” schlatt joked, and ted smiled, a small blush dusting over his cheeks at the understanding of 'we need to move on to the next subject, shut up'.

over the next several weeks, you'd started texting ted more and more. he'd text you good morning and you'd text him goodnight and you'd facetime him when he went out to the store or vice versa when you were out shopping. he made sure to get you on the podcast where quite a few of the inside jokes you'd developed during your facetime calls had come out to say hello. maybe that was how they found out. you'd also made an appearance in one of schlatt's 'reacting to tiktoks' videos via a discord call because the fans liked the dynamic you and schlatt had so much he just had to capitalise.

you also couldn't say it while you were recording the podcast but afterwards, as you were wrapping up you mentioned that you were getting your own love or host, and the reactions from the two men you were chatting with were very different. ted seemed surprised, probably because you hadn't told him beforehand. but then again, you weren't dating, you weren't even really talking, you were just friends. schlatt on the other hand had his hand over his eyes, sighing almost in defeat. ”bad memories y/n..” at his sarcastic pain, you laughed before looking back across your screen at a still confused ted.

schlatt ended up joining your love or host because he's such a pillar to the love or host series. ted watched it live with such intent, as if your interactions with everyone in the call were real or really meant anything. he also texted you during the livestream, a lot. you had to respond and silence your phone after the third text came in. when you finally got to checking your texts after the stream, ted told you he was on his way over. wait, he was doing what?? you tried texting him, calling him, even to facetime him but he wouldn't answer. he always answered when you facetimed him and now you were a getting a bit concerned.

he was halfway to your place when he realised what he was doing. what was he doing? you weren't together, you were barely talking, but he still wanted to go to your home and cuddle up with you in your bed and fall asleep with your arms wrapped around him. it was a moment of weakness, and he ended up going home and apologising for scaring you.

”y/n i'm sorry, i was a moment of weakness.” you stared at him through the screen, trying to keep your eye from twitching. ”just don't scare me like that again, got it?” he nodded and you sighed rather heavily, turning away from the screen before muttering ”you know i kinda wish you had come over..” his ears burned red at your words, especially because you said them so nonchalantly, like it was nothing.

the next morning when you woke up, your regular 'good morning!' text from ted was missing, so you pressed the facetime button next to his contact picture and waited for him to pick up. it seemed like the obvious decision to make with how often you and him talked and called. ”morning, y/n!” he seemed extremely nervous. ”what's wrong with you?” you ask, wiping the remaining sleep from your eyes. ”uhm, nothing, just maybe don't log onto twitter today.” he smiles down at the camera before looking back up, and upon further inspection, you could see that he was driving. ”ted what the hell are you doing on the phone while you're driving?” he jumps a little at your volume. ”well if you must know,” he moved the phone to the console so he could focus his eyes and hands on driving. ”since i just told you not to open twitter, i know you're going to,” shit, he knew you too well. you were lifting the blankets from your body to go check twitter on your computer. ”i don't want you to be alone when you open it.” you kind of laugh at him. ”ted it can't be that bad.” after a quick second of thinking you rephrase. ”actually i take that back, but i don't think it's that bad.”

”please, honey, just wait.” it sounds like he's practically begging and you agree, because you've never heard him this worried before. also because he's never called you 'honey' with that same tone full of care before. i mean sure, he would say it as a joke but now, it sounded like he really meant it. ”yeah, sure.” you gave him a weak smile, although you were sure he couldn't see it.

when he knocked on your door you jumped in your spot on your couch because it was just that loud and fervent. ”hold on ted. jeez.” as soon as the door handle was pulled back towards you, ted is stepping in and putting his arms around your middle. if you weren't so confused as to what was going on, you would've found this rather endearing. ”okay ted what the hell.” you kind of push him away by his chest and he shakes his head, pushing the door closed behind him. ”the internet kind of hates us, right now.”

your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out and you pause, putting your finger in the air. ”i'm gonna need you to be more specific.”

”uhm,” he looks around, putting his hand over his mouth. ”i can't.”

eventually you end up back in your room, looking through twitter together. you're sitting in your chair and ted is standing to your side, watching your every facial reaction to the bitter, venomous words of the internet. really, you had no clue either of your viewers would be so upset by the fact that you were talking but you also had no clue how they figured it out. your social media interactions were kept to a minimum and the only other connecting evidence was the little things you'd both mentioned shortly after the initial big group stream. ”oh my god..” subconsciously, you leaned your head into ted's side, and he let his hand fall to your head, letting his fingers run through it at the roots. his voice is a little shaky as he asks ”are you okay?”

well, you were okay. you were upset, but you were okay. especially because he was there. and the farther you scrolled, the more it seemed like nobody knew the extent of your situationship, and that, for some reason, was comforting. ”you're here. in my home, sitting with me, making sure i'm okay because random twitter users are mad at us. i'm okay.” you tell him, looking up at him. ted felt his heart rate decrease and his breathing to get a little calmer when you told him you were alright.

ted hooked a finger under your jaw to keep your eyes on him. ”us. i kinda like the sound of that.” you smiled. ”i think i kinda do too.”

he grinned, leaning closer to your face. ”well then, we should do something about that, shouldn't we?”

!!! end of story !!! thank you for coming to my ted talk eheheheheh

saint omg!! you’re so sweet 🥹 thank you for this masterpiece 🙏🏻

[slinket]

Smutmas Day 31 part 3 of 4

I've got an hour left. This is fucking happening people!

Prompts:

18 - One more cheesy pickup line and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone

21 - If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs

22 - Shut your mouth - make me

NSFW, public sex, mxm

The New Years Eve party at the Three BroomSticks was underway.  Young and old wizards alike were crowded together, ready to bring in the new year.  Everyone was filled with spirits as midnight approached, friends and lovers together, drunken antics at an all time high.

Well, most everyone was happy.  Sebastian and Leander, not so much.  Both had lost the admiration of MC to Ominis, who seemingly swooped in out of nowhere to win the girl’s heart.  They had both been hitting on several females throughout the night, neither being successful in finding a date, even if just for the night.  

They sat together in a corner booth, sipping away at a butterbeer and lamenting over how the girls could possibly be turning them down.  Leander looked down between his legs, standing up to show Sebastian.

“I mean, just look mate, I feel like I’ve been hard for hours now.  I just want someone to get me off.  I am so fucking horny.”  

“What the fuck Leander, don’t show me that - I get it, you’re hard, I didn’t need to see the tent in your pants.”  Sebastian lowered his head into his drink.  It had been an interesting night that the two were getting along, so it was no surprise to Sebastian when Leander seemed to get to and cross over a line.

Leander grabbed himself, squeezing, “Seb, you don’t get it, I was expecting to release the giant squid tonight and get ink all over the fucking place.”  He groaned as he sat back down, hand still on the bulge in his pants.

“Holy shit Leander, shut your mouth!” Sebastian took a deep swig of his drink, swallowing down the rest of the drink.  

“Make me!” Leander replied, unbuttoning his pants for some relief.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and mumbled “I’ll fucking make you, bet you’d like it,” as he stood up and began to walk away.  “Gettin another drink Lee, I’ll bring you one.”

Leander blinked a bit, having heard Sebastian’s mumbled words, and sat there considering them.  He did want to get off, and frankly, he didn’t care too much how it happened.  He thought about looking below the table, his own cock out, Sebastian’s hand pulling on him, while he worked Sebastians’.  He woke out of his fantasy as Sebastian sat back down, throwing a drink at him.

Swallowing half the drink in one go, Leander was working up the courage to hit on Sebastian, see where things may go.  “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs Seb, that would shut me up.”  His face flushed red, not looking at Sebastian, instead just looking around the room like what he said was the norm.

Sebastian turned his head slowly, eyes wide, looking at Leander.  He wasn’t sure he heard him correctly at first, but seeing the blushing man let Sebastian know that Leander had indeed admitted to be willing to suck his cock.  He felt himself grow hard at the thought.  

Before Sebastian could say anything, Ominis and MC came over to the table.   More like MC was pulling Ominis over to the table.  She was happy and laughing, sitting herself down next to Sebastian as Ominis crashed into the table.

“Sorry Omi,” she laughed, clearly tipsy.  “Sebastian!  Leander!  Are you having a wonderful night?  Ominis is being his usual self, getting mad at me for no reason.”  They all heard Ominis growl and lean over to whisper not so subtly into MC’s ear, “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

MC hummed in response to Ominis, pushing herself up and leaning across the table.  She made sure her ass was pressed against Ominis when she grabbed Leander’s face and placed a kiss right on his lips.  She did the same with Sebastian, making sure she gave a loud ‘smooch’ sound so Ominis would know exactly what she was doing.  

“MC,” Ominis grumbled, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down off the table, picking her up and walking away as the other two just stared at the odd interaction.

“Damn, I’m even harder now.  Bet he’s gonna go fuck her right now.”  Leander put his hand back on his cock and started to rub.

A few minutes passed, both of them sitting in silence, rubbing themselves under the table.  When another female approached, Leander stood, too drunk to remember to remove his hand from his pants.

“Hey, do you play Quidditch?  Because I look like a keeper.” Leander swallowed, “No, you look like a keeper.  Wait, l…let me try that again.”  Too late, the girl had already left.

“Fucks sake Leander, one more cheesy pickup line and I’ll bend  you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone.”  Sebastian had heard enough of the annoying redhead, and was ready to fuck him just out of annoyance.

However, Sebastian’s statement was exactly what Leander wanted to hear.  When another girl came by, not even coming towards them, Leander called out to her.  “Hey, hey you, yeah -  I can make you scream.”  She looked at him with a bit of fear.  “No, not in a bad way, like, you can trust me, I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.”  He smiled at her as she scoffed and walked off.

Sebastian stood, pushing the table further away from him, and grabbed at Leander.  “Get over here, you dumb shit.”  Leander stumbled as he moved in front of Sebastian, who quickly pulled the redhead's pants down just enough to expose him to the world.  No one was paying any attention, everyone caught up in their own drama.

“I told you what would happen if you did that again.”  Sebastian shoved his pants down, letting his hard cock pop out and lay against Leander’s back.  He pushed Leander forward slightly, spitting into his hand and wrapping it around his cock, getting himself ready to enter Leander from behind.

Leander stayed silent as Sebastian prepped himself, holding onto his own cock and pulling on it slowly, taking in the world around him acting as casually as he could.  “Oh fuck yes,” his need was palitable, and as Sebastian entered him from behind, he did his best to keep quiet.

“You’re going to take this whole cock Lee.”  Sebastian didn’t give him much of a choice as he shoved himself fully inside of Leander.  “You wanna fuck tonight?  I’ll fuck you.  You can release your stupid ink all over the bottom of this table while I fill your tight little ass with my cum.  Now keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Leander did as he was told, bringing his cup to his lips to keep himself quiet.  If anyone looked over at the two, it would have been fairly obvious what was happening, but at this point, neither cared.  Sebastian was fucking Leander hard, his head hanging back as his fingers dug into the slender hips of the Gryffindor.  Pushing Leander’s hand aside, Sebastian began stroking him to the brutal pace he was taking, until he felt his balls tighten up.  

“You better cum, Lee, right fucking now.”  Demanding that they cum together, Sebastian released his load into Leander, and the feeling of the hot liquid filling his ass forced the orgasm out of him, coating the underside of the table.  

They took only a moment to rest, both sitting back down, Leander slightly uncomfortable, and doing up their pants.  Leander stood, moving away from the table.  “I’ll get us another drink, yah?”  

“Right mate, I need to rehydrate.  Maybe we can go for another few rounds?”  Sebastian smirked.  Leander nodded as he walked up to the bar, wondering if the next round he could have Sebastian fuck his mouth.

[lorkai]

Chapter I; Family

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: After literally a year I've finally finished writing the first chapter and the second is half-way done. But rereading this I realize I was being too demanding on myself, this chapter is fine. And despite the immense delay, I hope y'all like it as I do. I'll post it later on AO3 as well, the link to my profile is in my pinned post if you want to read it there btw. → Necromancer Au masterlist here.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Mc was written gender neutral but in the original idea Mc was a man. So uh if there's any typo about their pronoun pls let me know and I'II fix it, I proofread two times but sometimes something can escape me. Also Lilith's alive.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Word account: 3K

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Tagging: @dicetheroll @sunshinebea (It's been quite a while so I understand if you no longer want to get tagged in this.)

Traditions can be boring sometimes. But you absolutely adored the holiday tradition with your beloved demons, sitting in the living room before Christmas dinner and telling horror stories. Well, it wasn't just horror stories that were told on that day, there were jokes, challenges and various pranks going on, it was certainly your favorite day and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Discreetly you watched the faces of each of them react to the tale of terror Lucifer was telling so intensely, clutching your cup of hot chocolate as you listened.

The fire in the fireplace lit his dark hair and his dark voice carried the same touch of drama even though he had already told several stories throughout the night, you watch as the older demon adjusts his glasses over his nose and takes a deep breath before continuing his unhappy tale. His grave words escape your ears as you can only thank whatever deity your path and theirs have crossed, because they were your family and they became very important people to you. You loved them and you knew they loved you too.

They were people you could no longer imagine living without. Each of them was special in their own way and they all brightened up your mornings, even if they were yelling or fighting as early as six o'clock sharp. You still managed to find joy even in the midst of your irritation through the chaos they created and dragged you into.

Beside him, Mammon lets out a loud scream and throws himself on top of the person closest to him for comfort. Everything happens in slow motion in your vision, he and Levi roll off the couch onto the floor and both struggle like fish out of water, completely in the middle of a senseless panic. The avatar of greed hugs his brother's torso with all the strength he has while the avatar of envy tries to flee. And a round of laughter spreads across the room like the hot fire that runs through their bodies and you try not to laugh so hard to spare them some dignity, but it's impossible once your gaze and Lilith's meet. And you burst into loud laughter as Satan helps them back to their feet.

"Grow up, Mammon." Asmo sneered in a cynical chuckle. His muffled voice was almost a whisper between the fabrics of the scarf he was wearing, and he burrowed deeper into the covers for a source of lingering warmth.

He resembled a kitten wrapped like that and Solomon seemed to have thought the same, pulling him closer and whispering something in his ear that made him laugh softly. They finally embraced again, Asmo resting his head lazily on the sorcerer's chest as the other man played with the demon's peach hair.

There's a certain simplicity to the gesture that almost makes you envious. Almost. You know you could throw yourself on top of both of them and snuggle into Solomon's chest too. It wouldn't be the first time after all

Belphie laughs at his older brother, hiding his laughter in his hands. The youngest of the brothers squirms in his seat and with the same malice as ever, places his cold foot on Mammon's bare ankles, which makes him jump once more and glare at him.

"Why did you do that?" Mammon, embarrassed and mumbling something under his breath, came to sit beside him again, so close that their knees were touching as Belphie laughed along with Satan. The avatar of greed sneaked a path to where your hand rested and wrapped it in his, warm, comfortable and your fingers fit together as if your hands were made for each other. You didn't say anything, sparing him embarrassment as you watched his reactions to the story Lucifer kept telling.

If anything, Mammon would rather work full time to make honest money than sit there and listen to one more tale of ghosts, goblins and fairies that makes him shudder all the time. But he didn't dare to oppose that tradition, not when it marked a really special period for each of them. The day you definitely went to live in Devildom with him and his brothers.

What was utterly ironic, however, was that at the end of the night he would most likely seek comfort in your room even though he knew that was precisely where the spirits he feared sought refuge.

You were a necromancer after all and everyone knew it.

"What, um... what happened next?" Luke asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. His heart clenched at the pessimistic thought that something might have happened to the fictional people in Lucifer's history.

Avalanche shadows and enraged mystical beasts were reflected between his blue eyes - few details you were paying close enough attention to remember, the youngest of the angels almost didn't want to think about the end of the story, but Simeon's hand on his shoulder gave him courage enough to keep still and wait.

  There was an expectant pause in which a smile graced the morning star's lips and he continued promptly after Barbatos poured him some more melancholy coffee. "To this day, they say that if there's a storm and you're walking around the mountain, you can see her spirit wandering aimlessly, looking for her children." Lucifer finished with a sigh, running his fingers through his messy hair, and then ran his eyes over the faces of each of his brothers and their guests.

He seemed satisfied with the collective shock that spread and then looked at you, searching for some surprised expression on your face or something, only his pride kept him from pouting when he realized he wouldn't have any of your expressions.

Stories like that didn't scare you for a long time, precisely because you've been dealing with situations like that since you were just a child. Still, the impact hit you hard when you processed all the information, not because it was scary, but because it was sad to imagine a woman who died during an avalanche and left her children helpless behind, on the verge of certain death that would befall them in the absence of her protection. It was just sad and yet, real. Just like so many ghosts who came to you begging to help their children, to tell you they were dead, or to offer solace.

If someone asked you how you see death, you knew exactly how you would answer. Melancholic and real. Things you loved during your life, things you were proud of, and all your deeds would be forgotten, buried in an endless round of study and work, of pain and hardship, of arrogance and greed, regardless of whether they were a good person or not. But it was also scary and cold, and bad for those who couldn't move on.

Whispers of approval at the story ran between the brothers. Lucifer was, much to Satan's displeasure, a very good storyteller. He confided in you once about how he tucked his brothers and sister into bed and told seven different stories every night when he was just a young archangel. In your mind a cute image popped up whenever you remembered that; just a young looking Lucifer putting little kids in their beds, tucking them in, kissing their foreheads and reading silly stories. It was hard to imagine him doing such trivial things when he was always so serious and austere all the time.

At least, you thought, after all the years that had passed he started acting more carefree like he used to be, according to what Mammon told you.

Five long years have passed quickly since you first came to Devildom as a mere exchange student, and in just a few days it would be six years. You still marveled at that fact on Christmas nights, mainly because everything was so different and surreal. You never imagined that talking to Lilith that day would take you so far away from human things and show you something unique, but here you are, happy, complete and feeling accepted among them. Thing humans would never do because they don't accept different people and you know it.

You remember all too well what happened when your so-called best friend found your grimoire and all the rumors she spread about you. Just because she was afraid of the unknown instead of trying to understand it. And mostly, you remember what your parents and doctors did to your older brother, thinking about him even after so long still makes your heart ache. How do you get over something like that?

"You forgot one detail, Luci." Lilith said suddenly. She was leaning over a small table, selectively choosing the sweets she would like to eat and then cramming as many as she could manage into her mouth at once. The lack of manners made her brothers all laugh at the way she resembled a squirrel with her cheeks puffed out, but even the embarrassment on her face didn't stop her from eating.

"The woman tends to follow the person she sees. So to get rid of her, you must guide her to the light, it's, um, pretty similar to what my kid here is used to doing since they were just a little sprout. Oh, how proud I am of them, you all should see them in action!"

The comment in a maternal tone warmed your heart and you almost wanted the former angel to wrap you in one of those warm hugs that took all the anxiety away, just like she did when you were just a child. But you restrained yourself and made a toast in her honor, raising your cup and drinking away with a goofy smile on your face.

"Come to think of it, how come we've never heard a story from you, Mc?" Satan asked. A cat pad was draped over his arms as he clutched it to his chest, the fabric mimicking the warm fur of a kitten. The blonde sipped his hot chocolate while waiting for you to respond with great interest in the topic.

But you knew he was just waiting for a chance to ask you to tell the story you briefly mentioned a few months ago.

On the one hand, it was true that they didn't know much about your histories or past in general. The brothers knew only brief details that Lilith told them when asked what kind of things you had been through together, some sad ghosts wandering and asking for help, the sound of footsteps on the floor of your room during the night and figures that you always saw out of the corner of your eye. But it was always fanciful, almost a sugar-coated lie.

And on the other hand, you didn't know if you'd like the idea of recounting all the thousands of sad and brutal cases on a night like the one when you celebrate family and unity. And there was so much blood and pain and torture in them that it could turn the stomach of anyone listening.

You could almost feel the presence of the people you've helped coming back to you, their hands rubbing your back or their warm breath on your neck, urging you to tell their stories, coaxing you to talk about what bothered you about each one of them. But that sensation only lasted a second and then your gaze hardened and you focused your attention on the flames devouring the charcoal and the crackling sound they made.

"I'll let you decide if you really want to hear such stories, but I must warn you that they are violent." You said it wisely. Then you leaned over and poured yourself some more hot chocolate, taking small sips to savor every drop of that precious liquid you hadn't had in a while. "I already have one in mind, in case the answer is positive. Not too violent and not too quiet, good enough for the Christmas mood."

"It's a must to have you tell the next story Mc, I can't stand listening to Lucifer talk all night anymore." Satan growled. The emerald eyes were focused in your direction, then quickly his focus returned to what he was drinking and to something Solomon had commented on some kitten post on Devilgram.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and began dramatically massaging his temples across the room, his melancholy coffee still curling upward in steam. And seeing that, Belphie quickly joined Satan just to make Lucifer's headache worse.

"I fully agree!" He suppressed a yawn before continuing to speak in a soft tone. "We've heard many stories told by Lucifer, Simeon and Barbatos. It would be nice to hear one that actually happened."

Leviathan and Mammon, however, seemed oblivious to everything going on around them. The two were playing a new game together that had just been released. The name was The Nephellim's Deal or something like that, you weren't sure, but you knew that several important figures for the history of Devildom were present in the game. Various wars, deals, and betrayals were elements you remember Levi talking about for several minutes.

Perhaps if you have time, you'd play it later and then you could compare your opinions on the game.

"Yummy sweets, they remind me of the ones we ate on our trip to India." Beel muttered suddenly, swallowing all the sweets on the tray and licking his lips so that not a single grain escaped him. You looked at Barbatos at the exact moment he trapped a sigh in his throat and smiled imperceptibly, tired and still wearing his white apron.

The poor demon has been baking cakes and pastries since early morning. You didn't have as much aptitude as him when it came to cooking, but your hands were aching after helping him for so long, the knowledge of his techniques, however, was too interesting for you to let a chance like that pass. Besides, you couldn't trust Solomon with cooking and you couldn't ask Luke to stay in the kitchen all day when you knew he wanted to play in the snow with the others.

Simeon smiled kindly. "I know you liked them so I brought these sweets directly from India, Beel."

At that moment Beel seemed to be hit by a cupid's arrow and he smiled widely. "Thanks Simeon. They were delicious."

"Boys, make up your mind please, Mc is impatient." Noticed Lilith. The angel was arranging the stockings over the fireplace in a specific way as she hummed her signature slow song, she almost seemed to float in the large coat that Lucifer always wore over her shoulders, smiling smugly as she managed to get her brother to hand over his favorite coat to her. "Don't torture my poor child too much or they'll get cranky."

You suppressed a giggle and waved your hand. But there was as always a ring of truth in her words, the brothers took ages to agree among themselves and the heady heat of the flames was enough to make sleepy sighs leave your throat and have you second-guessing whether you want to stay in the classroom or return to your quarters and sink into the comfortable, fluffy bed for a nap before Christmas dinner.

You let your head fall on your own shoulder as you waited for a statement from your other friends, humming the same song that Lilith was humming minutes ago, but more brighter and faster.

"I'll be happy to hear any stories, but I'm going to put Luke to bed first." Simeon signaled to the young angel who was sleeping in his lap. He got up and walked away towards the guest room that was given to him slowly, looking as tired as the others. And you swore you heard a yawn coming from him, but the sound was buried by Levi who let out a scream at that moment.

"Watch where you're going, Mammon!" He scolded his brother. "Why I'm playing a precious game like this with you?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that ghosts and spirits are a darker topic than the horror stories we hear." Solomon stared at a fixed point, lost, he too had had his experiences with the supernatural. Instinctively he took his hand to Asmo's curls and twisted strands of his hair with his fingers, calmly patting Asmo's head, making the demon of lust purr violently. "But if you guys want to, I'm all for it. The only time I heard you tell any stories was during our practices together and they were all so short."

Lucifer turned to Diavolo and Barbatos with his eyebrows raised in mute question. But before they could even say anything the sound of the main doors opening made everyone fall silent and look at each other, noting that five people were still missing from their little celebration. Their voices and footsteps echoed down the hall quietly as if they owned the place and the shrill sound of Thirteen's laughter reached the room long before them.

And like a good host, the Morningstar calmly got up and went to meet his late guests. The sound of their happiness echoed in his deep voice as he greeted them warmly, you could hear the smile on his face.

And you took the opportunity to get up and stretch. Your feet were numb, but your mind seemed more awake and obviously the memories were resurfacing as well as Lilith, who was already smiling. She rubbed her hands together in an exaggerated manner and like a mother, she began to fix your hair and the collar of your shirt. "I kind of miss those times really, I always enjoyed running around and having fun with the ghosts."

"Are we going to tell the story about the drunken ghost? Or should we tell about the dancer and the mimic? So many stories to tell, I'm excited!" Lilith excitedly quoted the stories she remembered, counting on her fingers, her eyes shining in a special way as the faces and names of those people passed like a blur in her head, it's been a few years since most of them will happen. Those memories were as precious to her as they were to you and not for a second did you doubt that this wasn't the case, after all it was because of you that she had come back to life.

For the third and she hoped it would also be the last she was revived - but without dying this time, she was back in the world of the living, now as a half angel, half demon. One white wing and one black wing. Until now you didn't understand what went wrong with your reanimation spell to have caused this. But as long as she was alive and healthy, you assume it doesn't matter what she is. Plus she was now like Morgana, a nephellim.

She was finally back to life and that was all that mattered, you, her and the brothers could live happily ever after now, with nothing to worry about, with the exceptions of the usual chaos and silly fights that made everyone laugh.

You wouldn't trade it for anything.

"So… what do you intend to tell us?" Asmo eyed the two of you with interest, another purr leaving his lips as Solomon continued to rub his scalp and leave warm little kisses on his forehead. He looked sleepy, but curious enough to keep listening to you. "Oh, I already know! You could tell me how you met Lilith, for example."

"Or the story involving the S." Belphie smiled like he knew something his brothers didn't. And he sent you a particular look, a look that already communicated what he was thinking at that moment. He wanted to hear that story. For the third time…

Spoiled brat! You throught, smilling.

Lilith let out a laugh and gave her brother a shove with her shoulder. It was her way of telling him to be quiet, but you could already tell by the way everyone was looking at the two of you that their curiosity had been piqued by the comment made by the demon of sloth. They wanted an epic tale with spirits.

"What kind of story is this?" Beel asked his twin brother, stifling a small yawn against his hand. "Is it a scary one?"

It depends. You assume that human nature was more frightening than the facts that occurred, but yes. That was one of the scary stories you didn't like to remember, it reminded you that ordinary people at first sight could nurture bad thoughts and commit even worse crimes.

"Okay, let's tell the story of S." You took a deep breath and smiled, watching how the fire lit up the face of everyone present in that room. You were all about the dramatic effect.

And you sat in Lucifer's armchair, turning his coffee cup in your hand before you decided to taste it to see if it was good - big mistake, the taste was horrible for humans and Solomon laughed in your face almost like a little boy who won his favorite candy.

You were sure that he already tried the drink. "Awful, an outrage, I don't know how he drinks it! Uh-huh, completely insane, bitter, there's a distinct bitter that's really good, but this one? Bad…"

Barbatos laughed too. "I think you forgot, but the coffee of melancholy turns bitter when a person who likes you prepares it."

Oh yes. It makes sense.

Despite being strict, Lucifer was very soft with you. So sweet you didn't even have to eat candy to taste sugar on your tongue. You continued drinking his coffee with a chuckle.

But a clearing of his throat caught your eye and an unimpressed Lucifer glanced in your direction, a smug evil smile growing on his lips as he returned to his conversation with Hesperus, his counterpart and Nightstar, and his daughter, Morgana.

You didn't know what they were saying, but it seemed important as Diavolo glanced in their direction for a brief second.

The other guests began to sit in the vacant seats, Mephisto and his brother, Iblis, whispering softly and laughing, leaving several gift boxes under the Christmas tree and looking in the direction of the other people. You knew why since Mephisto had asked you what kind of things the brothers would like as gifts. But Thirteen was already heading to the coffee table for something to eat while she struck up a conversation with Beel, an elegant scarf draped over her shoulders perfectly enhancing the outfit she wore.

"So, uh, I suppose I can start?" You whispered to Lilith uncertainly, but the girl shrugged.

"Just a sec. Here!" Morgana handed you a small package. An unexpected gift and you smiled in her direction, thanking her softly.

"Uh…Okay." You muttered uncertainly. You left the box in your pocket and rubbed one hand over the other, waiting for everyone to settle down to hear that story. Mammon and Levi were still playing high enough to interrupt the immersion of the story, so Lucifer took their D.D.D and stuffed it in his pocket, sending them a severe look as they opened their mouths to complain.

At that moment Simeon returned, still drowsy, and sat down in his place. With everyone paying attention to you, you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes letting all the memories of that first event come flooding back. Everything you felt, everything you saw and lived, and with a smile you began to narrate the events.

"At that time I was six and my family was moving to the countryside..."