#just sat there like.... what the fuck is wrong with that pokemon...... why it like that???

[grimmjow]

The first time I saw a shiny Pokémon I thought the game was broken cause I didn't know what shinies were

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hi! hope you're well!

could you please do one where jason breaks up with Piper because he realises he's in love with reader since he was little?

like reader and jason are the bestest friends with mutual crushes but were too oblivious to do anything about it and the seven have to drop the fact that reader likes him back?

Thanks

heya! I combined this ask with someone who was asking for a Jason x reader songfic with the song Bad Idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo <3

Romeo and Julieting---Jason Grace x reader [soundtrack: Olivia Rodrigo]

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“It’s a bad idea, Pipes!”

Piper pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “You are going to go to their cabin, you are going to make them sit down, and you are going to tell them that you have a crush on them, okay? And then you can both have a cutesy little romantic moment or whatever you're supposed to do in a relationship, okay?” 

“What do you mean, ‘whatever you’re supposed to do in a relationship’?” Jason asked with a confused frown. He glanced up at Piper who was pacing back and forth as he sat cross legged on her bed, picking at her Olivia rodrigo doona cover. “We were in a relationship, like, five minutes ago.” 

Piper cocked her head at him with a raised eyebrow, “that didn’t count and you know it, now go kiss them!”

“Not with tongue though,” Leo added, slurping a juice box as he spun in circles on the chair by Piper’s desk. “At least not the first time, it’d be a bit over the top. I mean unless you’re into that I guess-” 

“What are you even doing here?” Jason asked him, not unkindly. 

Leo smirked and then became distracted by the make up box on Piper’s desk, pulling out a dark lipstick and uncapping it with wide eyes. He turned back to Jason, “oh I’m watching you fail at both of your relationships.”

Jason frowned, “I just got dumped, why are you making fun of me?” 

Leo twisted the base of the lipstick and then proceeded to lick it. He screwed up his face and put it away quickly. “You two forgot you were dating for an entire week, I had to remind you when you started drooling over a certain demigod that you already had a girlfriend.” 

“Okay, that’s fair,” Jason muttered. Piper chuckled and moved her things away from Leo’s curious grabby hands, quickly taking her eyeliner off before he tried to taste test that as well. “But… but I can’t just walk up to them and be like, ‘hey, you’re my best friend, wanna kiss?’”

Leo blinked. “Why not?”

Jason wasn’t sure how his friend was still alive, but then he remembered that Leo had died already anyway. Piper shrugged, “don’t blame him, he doesn’t know how romance or social situations work.”

“Hey!” Leo hissed, pointing at her with a contour brush he’d managed to find, “that’s homophobic!”

“How can I be homophobic?” Piper screeched, pointing to the rainbow flag pinned up lopsidedly above her bed, next to the hello kitty poster and the giant banner that read ‘i fucked your mum and all i got was this stupid flag’. 

Leo just stuck his tongue out at her. Then he turned to Jason. “If you don’t go romeo and juliet your way into a make out session, I will personally turn your stash of musk sticks into soot.”

Piper fiddled with her portable speaker, connecting it to the demigod proof phones Leo had managed to whip up in under three days after he discovered the Pokemon Go map reached CHB. “

“What do you mean Romeo and Juliet?” Jason asked.

“You gotta go up to their window and pretend it’s a balcony, Grace,” Piper said. SHe looked away from Olivia Rodrigo’s spotify and to the window. “It’s even raining outside. Perfect.”

Jason crossed his arms stubbornly, “I can think of a million ways it could go wrong.”

“Well I can’t,” Leo said as he started curling his eyelashes. The speaker next to him skipped a few beats and staticked it’ way through the music for a moment. Piper grinned. 

“It’s a bad idea! I’m not doing it!”

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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Jason sucked in a breath and shut the Aphrodite cabin door behind him, hitching up his checked purple pajama pants and plodding through the dirt between the cabins lined up. 

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Even if he didn’t work up the courage to tell you how pretty he thought your eyes were when you smiled and how endearing it was that you wrapped and arm around his shoulders every time you were walking together and how that thing you did with your tongue on your lip drove him crazy, he’d still get to see you. So technically he was just visiting his best friend, what was wrong with that?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Maybe the fact that if said best friend asked to kiss him Jason wouldn’t even hesitate.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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You pulled your curtains shut and waited for your younger siblings to finish putting all of their teddies to bed before the lamps were clicked off. After a few minutes, only the snores of your cabin mates and the rain on the roof were audible.

Hypnos dragged away everyone else in your cabin quickly, but you lay awake staring at the roof, your doona pulled up to your chin. A few polaroids were stuck to the walls next to your head, and the axolotl Squishmellow Leo had bought you for your birthday was in bed with you. You hugged it to your chest and shuffled around, trying to get to sleep.  

You ignored the first tap at your window, which was probably just a Harpy checking everyone was tucked into their beds and not planning to sneak out. 

The second one however, roused you from the warmth of the blanket Annabeth had crocheted as she discovered her skills with weaving. You paused in front of the window, sitting cross legged on your pillow. Whoever it was outside tapped again, so you pulled back the curtains and peeked out with narrowed eyes. 

A grin spread across your face before you could help it, and you heaved the frame up, poking your head out into the night to whisper shout. “What are you doing dude? It’s pouring!”

Jason blinked up at you with soggy hair and muddy pajamas. He plodded through the puddles up to your window. Luckily he was tall enough that you were eye level when he hopped onto a little boulder. “Um…”

“Gimme a second,” you muttered, and crawled out of bed to the shoe rack by the door. Avoiding the floorboards you knew would creak, you hopped back into bed and slid the pink spotty umbrella through the window, opening it up above Jason. 

He smiled, the scar on his lip twisting. You restrained yourself from reaching out to touch it and instead held the umbrella for him. “Is there a reason you’re Romeo and Julieting?” 

Jason eyes were wide and pale blue, like the sky behind a thin veil of clouds. “How am i the only one who- never mind. Uhm… I need to tell you something. 

The rain made it hard for you to hear whatever your best friend was muttering, so you beckoned him closer with a confused smile, “yeah? Did you forget how to use the toaster again? Because honestly I don’t know why you’re opposed to Leo just-” 

“Because of hygiene, for one,” Jason started, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You gave him a second to think, not used to the genuinely fearful look on his face dripping with rain you hoped wouldn’t turn to tears. You didn’t really know where this was going.

He took a deep breath, his fingers curling around your window sill. “If this goes wrong, please blame Leo and Piper.”

“I could blame them for anything, and I’d be right.” 

Jason ducked his head and spoke to the ground. “I kind of… really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, actually. I didn’t realize for a while, but it’s sort of…Yeah. It’s you.” 

So it wouldn’t be Jason crying, you realized. It would be you. 

You took a second to try that deep breathing thing someone had told you about, and smoothed out the front of your mickey mouse pajama shirt, blinking rapidly. The reality hadn’t really set it, you were in a sort of shocked state, so you tried to talk before you burst into tears. 

“Uhm,” you said weakly. “I think you might’ve forgotten about your girlfriend again, Jase.”

He went pale. Then he started shaking his head like a wet dog, which he sort of was, really. “No, no not like that. I mean, yeah I like you like that, wait- okay. Piper broke up with me, like five minutes ago, and-”

You took another deep breath and then handed Jason the umbrella. He took it with a lost expression, and you shut your window quickly, breaths turning as shaky as your hands. You were your childhood crushes rebound. You sort of wished you hadn’t opened that window, actually.

Jason tapped again, a lot quicker this time, and urgent. 

Ignoring him was the obvious choice, but that felt too kind. You yanked open the curtains again and then the glass, sticking your head out with a sharp glare. “I will not be your rebound-”

“She broke up with me because of you.” Jason blurted as soon as he realized you could hear him. 

He paused then, and you took in the holy depressing sight that was Jason Grace in dirty pajamas standing outside your window in the middle of the night, rain and tears dripping down his cheeks. “Well, not completely. We never really liked each other, it was all because of Hera, really. We just, well… neither of us could be bothered to figure out our feelings so we stayed together.”

Jason looked down at the ugg boots covered in grass and soil he was wearing. You were pretty sure they were Drew’s. “Apparently she got sick of me pining over you, so she dumped me so that they could make me come here and well, yeah, tell you.”

You blinked in shock for probably too long.

“I don’t wanna make you do anything, and you don't have to say anything, ever, actually.” Jason said quickly, with only honesty on his cute face. “You don’t have to keep being my friend, if you don’t want to, but I won't be weird, I promise. We can pretend this didn’t actually happen. I just sort of wanted to tell you, so I didn't have to hide it forever, I guess.” 

“They?” You asked.

Jason glared in the direction of the Aphrodite cabin. He spoke in a hollow voice. “It was an ambush. There were no survivors.”

You grinned, and then reached out into the pouring rain and held the umbrella, your hand over his. Jason whipped around with red cheeks and a frozen expression. “Uh-”

“Jason,” you began softly. “Did you want to Romeo and Juliet me?”

He blinked. 

“That means come here so I can kiss you,” You muttered, and dragged the son of Jupiter closer by the front of his shirt. Jason’s eyes widened and he made a shocked little sound.

He hopped back onto the boulder and reached up to your window sill though. His eyes were that bit lower than your own in that way you knew exactly what he was thinking and of course you’d oblige. 

“Just c’mere,” you whispered, trying to hold in your smile. Jason leant forward eagerly, and you held the umbrella in one hand tightly, the other sliding up to cup his jaw. You’d wondered what the scar on Jason’s lip felt like. 

Turned out it was just as soft as the rest of him. 

You tilted your head as heat seemed to build in your veins, making your head light. You couldn’t help but pull him closer, if that was even possible, and kissed him firmly. He made another odd sound and opened his mouth slowly.

From what you’d heard from your older siblings, kissing was awesome. You’d always thought it sounded a bit gross though, I mean, someone elses mouth? Their tongue?

This badly timed badly worded fucking adorbale boy in front of you proved that theory wrong. Jason threaded his fingers through your own and you leaned further out the window, drawing him back in and pressing your mouth deeper into his own, lungs burning.  

“Oh my gods,” Jason croaked, opening his eyes a little when you finally pulled away, gasping for air and trying to straighten out your thoughts. 

“Oh my gods,” you agreed, slipping your hand around the back of his neck and holding him close, fingers fiddling with the baby hairs there. Jason grinned, his cheeks as red as his lips. 

“Oh my gods! Go Jason!”

You both turned to see Piper and Leo cheering from behind another cabin, holding a barbie umbrella between them. 

Jason blinked at them, and then turned to you, “I told you, it was an ambush.” 

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[juceynightmare]

lost and found (18+) part 1 - mjf x reader

my masterlist

lost and found (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, age gap (reader is 21, max is 27), max is an asshole

genre(s): soulmate!au, slow burn, angst

summary:  in which the items that you lose end up in the possession of your soulmate. max misplaces his aew world heavyweight championship title belt and it magically appears in y/n’s room. when her soulmate finally calls her to get his title back before the next show, y/n learns the hard way why her soulmate never responded whenever she’d lose an item that had her number written on it.

|| next part ||

the sound of her phone blaring beside her head made y/n shoot up to a sitting position in her bed with a jolt. she groaned, falling back against the mattress and reaching for her phone, declining the call and shutting her eyes so she could fall back asleep. almost immediately, her phone started ringing again, and with a groan she picked it up and held it against her ear after answering. “hello?” she asked, her voice raspy with sleep.

“where do you live?” came an unfamiliar voice. with her eyes still squeezed shut, y/n‘s eyebrows furrowed.

“sorry, who is this?” she asked, going through the list of men she knew to try and put a face to the voice.

“i need the belt. where do you live?” he asked again, ignoring her question. it was evident in his voice that the man’s patience was wearing thin.

“what fucking belt? dude, you must have the wrong number or something.” she groaned, finally pulling the phone away from her ear and opening her eyes to glance at the number on the screen. she just needed to check the contact, but when she saw it was an unsaved number, y/n knew that the person calling was no one notable.

just as she was about to end the call, the man’s angry voice came from over the speaker, “i don’t have the wrong number, y/n.”

her eyes widened and she sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. she pressed her phone back to her ear and asked, “how do you know my name?”

“i know your name because just yesterday lost another meaningless item with your number and name written on it. it’s shocking how many lone socks appear in my possession.” he scoffed, and y/n can practically hear the man roll his eyes. “now, tell me where you live. i’ll either send someone to get the belt or you’re going to have to mail it to an address i give you.”

she felt her heart jump in her chest at the realization that the voice of the man that was currently calling her was her soulmate.

soulmates were people who the universe decided belonged together - they were made to be each other's life partners. any item your soulmate lost would appear in your possession and with modern technology, it was easier than ever to find your soulmate. y/n had spent her entire life romanticizing the day she'd finally be contacted by her soulmate and meet who the universe had hand-made just to love her.

ever since she got her own phone, y/n had made it a point to write her name, her phone number, and her social media handles on everything she owned. this was supposed to make it easier to find out who her soulmate was because it’d give them a way to contact her.

of course, his items would appear in her possession. however, there wasn’t anything like his number or social media for her to contact.

clothing, pencils, and even a 3ds, had all appeared in her possession. the most information she got was from the 3ds that had a pokemon game in it.

max.

that was the name of the playable character and ever since then she assumed that her soulmate’s name is max. even after losing his 3ds with his unfinished pokemon game, y/n still never got in contact with him. that didn’t mean that she had stopped trying though.

she just didn’t think it’d be until she was 21 that he’d finally contact her. especially in the modern era where kids were 11 years old and already in contact with their soulmates because of the inventions of phones.

“max?” she asked, hoping that it was the man’s name.

there was a pause on the other end of the line, before max finally spoke up. “how the fuck do you know my name? i’ve never written anything on my shit.”

“your 3ds. it had pokemon in it.” she answered, and feeling her heart drop when she heard the man groan on the other side.

“god, i guess it’s inevitable. the belt does have my name on it. now, are you going to answer the question? i need it by wednesday.” max sighed, his patience wearing impossibly thin as the conversation went on.

“uh, let me look for it first. i just woke up.” she admitted softly, getting out of bed and walking over to her lightswitch.

“isn’t your area code on the east coast too? it’s fucking 2 in the afternoon.” the man’s judgmental tone was hard to miss.

he was right. the sun was peeking through the blinds of her room and that was the only light that had seeped into her dark room.

“i just finished up midterms and it’s the weekend. let a woman rest, max.” she groaned, walking over to her light switch and flicking on her lights. with her room illuminated, she was able to make out the very big, very shiny title belt that was on her desk.

“midterms?” max asked, and y/n could make out the shock that was in his voice. “how old are you?”

“21, you?” she asked, walking over to her desk and admiring the belt.

“just use google. not like i’m here to get to know you better, after all i wasn’t expecting my supposed soulmate to be on the younger side. i just need my fucking belt back and then we can go back to living our separate lives.” he grunted.

she frowned at the man’s answer, clearly not wanting to go back to not knowing who her soulmate is. she certainly hadn’t expected this to be their first conversation, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the nameplate on the belt.

maxwell jacob friedman.

she made a mental note to do as the man said and google his name later on.

“well, you already know i’m on east coast.” she hummed, trying to keep the conversation going so that she could keep her soulmate on the phone. she had been dreaming of this day for years, and y/n wasn’t about to let it end so hastily.

“hurry up and just tell me where you live so we can get this over with.” he huffed.

she sighed, finally giving in and telling the man her address. his sour mood had seemed to have finally seeped through the phone speakers and into y/n’s bones to the point where she was also beginning to feel irritated. although, y/n knew she was irritated at the fact that it sounded as though her soulmate wished he never had to call her.

“of course you‘d be from around here.” she heard him mumble. his voice was so low that y/n wondered if she was meant to hear it. “guess it makes it easy though since i can just have caster come over. look, toots, after i get what i need, don’t bother contacting me, alright?”

y/n was taken aback by how certain her soulmate had sounded. “i’m sorry? i’m your fucking soulmate, you know. i’ve been waiting my whole life to finally talk to you and you took so fucking long to reach out to me. i at least want to get to know you better since the universe thinks we should be together.” she huffed, finally reaching her breaking point with her soulmate.

“and it hasn’t come across your mind once that maybe i don’t want to ever meet you?” he asked.

the words had made y/n feel as though the man had taken a sword and stabbed her right through her heart. her hand had clenched at her chest right above where her heart was and it was then that y/n realized that she was physically hurting from his words.

“my... coworker... is coming over to pick up the belt. he’ll be there in 10. his name’s max caster, and he looks like a geek. don’t even bother denying giving him the belt because that belt is very important and worth a lot of money and i’m certain you don’t want a lawsuit on your record for stealing a title belt.” max huffed over the phone.

she stayed silent, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes without her even knowing.

“alright, how about we settle then. we only call whenever we lose something that we desperately need back. i’m not answering if you’re calling about losing a sock.” max huffed, ignoring the way he felt as though he had to come to some sort of trade off with her.

“okay.” she responded in a whisper.

“he’s heading over now. don’t lose something important immediately after i end this call because i won’t be as nice as i am now.” he responded before the sound of the call being dropped rang in her ear.

maxwell jacob friedman.

how could the universe be so cruel to give her such a soulmate like him?

|| next part ||

[spr1g4t1t0]

i do not understand how some people can be like "sorry if my english is bad, its not my first language" and they speak n write better than most native speakers. like genuinely what. i have had lessons on how to spell simple keywords for our topics, because people cant spell, or their handwriting is so bad not even themselves can read it. this isnt a dyslexia thing btw, this is nt kids im talking about.

"we have to talk about this. so many of you have spelt these words wrong. need you all to copy them into your books three times over!!" and then the words were autumn (im british this is a common word), school, literally, rubbish. and other common things.

its not even that bad in my spanish class bro. sure people pretend to do inappropriate acts and scream odd things, but like we've never had a lesson where the teacher is on the verge of tears, because the kids can't spell. the only things we ever had an issue with was last year the word "aburrido" (i dont even think thats spelt right) and that was just because it was spelt wrong in all the resources we were given.

school is all fun until you're sat next to "the boyz" and you have to witness them fucking up their own language so hard you shed a tear. we are not texting stop writing in ganglish. WHY CANT YOU SPELL 'AND' OR 'THE'???? like yes i was a bit insane in english last year, slipping in CONSTANT pjo, tdi, pokemon and Grey's references but my grammar and spelling were good. its so concerning when i see people not being able to form words or letters correctly because they haven't payed attention and just dont care. again talking about the ableist nuerotypical kids here. ive seen the list of sen kids (has accidentally been left up multiple times) like auhhhhhh

like i have read works from people who's first languages are italian, spanish, chinese n more that have better grammar than half the people in my school. my generation is cooked.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Decided to go ahead and post this :3

All of the pokemon he knew personally, understood.

And Pikachu stood by them, hours and days just waiting for that missing part to come back.

But he always went back to wait

He had to wait...What else could he do?.

He sat and he waited...And waited...And waited.

For two whole years, he waited for something.

The other pokemon never moved on, but they coped better then Pikachu ever could. They loved humans.

Not like Pikachu.

Whatever was missing.

It had to have been because of a human.

There was no other way it could have been anyone else

The humans around him called to him, talked to him.

But their voices felt muddy and wrong, they got too close, and they never seemed to understand that he. Would. Not. Move.

They began to avoid him, after a few shocks too many.

No other trianer seemed to bother him, but the few that did were always thrown away by a quick Thunderbolt or four.

And then one day it happened.

Another trainer passed by, with black hair and brown eyes.

But his voice was clear and clean.

It instantly put Pikachu on edge.

But suddenly the world started to move again, and he could hear the Pidgeys chirp and the Magikarp splashing in the lake.

Pikachu could feel the cold stone beneath his paws, that only grew colder when he stepped back.

And the boy was talking.

About Pikachu...

Everything he said made no sense, from his moves, to his tastes, to his ability and nature.

And yet.

Everything sounded right, it sounded like the boy knew Pikachu better then he knew himself.

And a little part of Pikachu yearned for that.

Satoshi....His name was Satoshi... And he knew a lot about Pikachu.

Satoshi..

Why did that sound so familiar?

Sa....Sato

"My names Ash...Satoshi...Remember?"

Satoshi...

SATOSHI!!!

Like a volt tackle memories began to flood. Some happy, some terrifying and-

Celebi looked at them both, before gently grapping Pikachu and placing him on the floor. He looked disheartened and closed his eyes."

"Im sorry, but you cannot join your partner in this." Celebi chirped softly. "You will need to stay here..."

Pikachu was gonna murder a fucking God.

He knew Ash... He knew him!

That was his partner, that was his best friend, that was his brother that was his in all but blood.

And he was crying...

Fuck Celebi and whatever fucking God that made this happen

Thats it lol

[hana-bobo-finch]

LOOKS AT YOU WITH MY HUGE ROUND EYES. I’m not done with my mini comic yet. I was hoping to have it done by today but alas I’m only at the second page. So instead, to satiate my urge to post Something, I will do the unthinkable and let you fellas feast upon my least proudest work, the stupid comic I made for the original author back in April!! Behold!!

So!!! Allow me to break it down panel by panel because, while it was incredibly rushed, I put in an absurd amount of references solely for my own entertainment

panel one. So what the hell is going on here? Well first of all this panel looks particularly jank compared to the rest (not that the others are much better!) because this was initially Not supposed to be a part of it. It was just some doodle I made late at night and decided fuck it I’ll keep it to save time. But as we can see my boy pumpkin daddy is NOT pleased with the general attitude towards his steaks!

WHAT THE HELL!!! ITS MY GIRL BELLONA but spoiler alert she is Not called that in this. This follows the canon of roots and not pdbc (heartbreaking) so as you’ll notice there’s zero outright references to pdbc and more so the occasional reference to the Actual source material, which is of course pokemon, which is why he says region instead of island. The more you know. This is also the panel that particularly makes me want to dig my own grave because I fucking drew her hand wrong and I refuse to even look at it while I type this out because it makes me so upset even to this day. I fucking showed this to someone I look up to so much and I drew a hand wrong I’m still not over it this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life

Nothing of note to say here except for the fact that I have a very vivid memory of drawing this panel because I was at a program for high schoolers at some fancy-ass college a couple hours away and halfway through I realized I wasn’t learning a blessed thing and all I was gaining from the experience was sensory overload so I just sat there drawing until my mom picked me up. Fun times. Please note the firefly landing on her food please notice it I gave it a little face and I think it’s adorable

SHOCKING another reference to the fact that this is in fact technically set in the pokemon universe. THERE IS SOMETHING SO IMPORTANT IN THIS PAGE. STOP FOR A MOMENT AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIND IT

no? Excellent, I did a good job at hiding it. Look in the grill

it’s the president from pikmin!!! Bet ya didn’t expect a side story in this where the president falls in a grill and gets burnt alive. poor guy

HIDDEN YELLOW PIKMIN BABYYYYYYY 🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥💥 i had to do brief research on brain hemorrhages to make sure this was at least somewhat accurate

Ok this one doesn’t seem like it has a lot but OH BOY DOES IT. I made so many references to PDBC in the stars. I won’t bother pointing them all out and their exact location but there are the clan symbols, a pair of eyes, Kirby, and the constellation associated with virgo. Heeheehoohoo I had a lotta fun with this part. Though I did end up forgetting what a certain group of stars meant and I still haven’t remembered sooooooo

final panel! First of all I accidentally fucking made a white line and that too haunts me. Other than that though this part is extremely important! First of all the “crying out loud shame” part is a reference to Kirby right back at ya of all things. There’s a scene in some episode I don’t remember where dedede says that. The rest of it though, this is actually where the original inspiration comes in. I’ve made some real big steaks. That’s a reference to the song vampire of all things. “I’ve made some real big mistakes but you make the worst one look fine.” Just remove the “mis” part and ya got a whole new song about some petty asshole who’s really upset nobody likes his cooking! So uh. Yeah that was the inspiration for the entirety of this. I was gonna go with something else but again this was very rushed and I just went with the first idea I had no matter how bad it was. Honestly I think it’s iconic though

Anyway coughs up so much blood and dies. By some miracle the original author actually liked it (or at least said they did) and said it was really funny and in character so. Wears that as a badge of honor for the rest of my life.

[vital-spirit]

OFFSCREEN POST

The Coming Storm: Part Three | Final Part

Bingo lays motionless on the ground. She was breathing, not labored or pained breaths, just normal rhythmic breathing. Nothing to indicate anything was wrong besides the fact that the young Pokemon was seemingly lying unconscious upon the desert’s sand.

And then she moves, a gasp escaping her small frame as she slowly shifted her front paws to be beneath her. But something was wrong.

Something was wrong as her fur began to shift and change, markings moving and swirling, elongating and taking up space that they couldn’t have taken up before, their colors becoming dull. Her fur grew in length around her cheeks, becoming fluffier as the fur upon the back of her neck and shoulders grew in length as well. The fur of her ankles were a bit of a different story,  changing from an unorganized mess to something more neat and defined. Her right ear grew heavy and fell over at the tip, flopping in on itself while her left ear stood strong before she could grow steady on her feet, her bandana having slipped off her neck and having fallen to the ground before her.

Something was wrong.

Bingo stood there, confusion lacing her face as she slowly turned to look at Lucario. The tufts of fur upon her forehead were different as well, having grown longer with one of them having toppled over while the middle one had changed color and become a lovely white against the cream of the Lillipup’s face. And her eyes… her eyes had a golden hue to them as she stared at Lucario in silence.

Lucario stares at the new Bingo. What the fuck. Changing like this, so drastically… Every story Lucario had heard about humans. Every single myth about human heroes had something like this in it. A sudden shift from normal to special. “You okay?” He asks, surprised at how he’s able to keep his voice calm despite reeling over the fact that Bingo was likely not actually lying when she said she was a human. 

Bingo slowly blinked at him, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet as she responded with a quiet, “It was dark… And she was loud… But ‘m… okay…”

“Right.” Lucario looks away, not wanting Bingo to catch him staring at her new appearance. “Did she tell you about the little make-over or….?

Bingo squinted at the older Pokemon, unaware, “The what…?” 

“Oh, nothing…” Lucario decides to let Bingo figure it out on her own. “Let’s just hurry to the next town.” 

“No. I don’t feel like that’s nothin’.” The Lillipup sat down, her body feeling off and yet more like herself than it had before, “What do you mean by makeover, Mister Lucario?”

“Hey! Your bandana fell off! How ‘bout we pick that up instead of worryin’ about it!” He says, trying to change the subject. 

“Mister Lucario,” Bingo glared up at the other canine, “What ain’t you tellin’ me?” “You look different.” 

“What–” The Lillipup looked down at her paws, pausing for a moment before slowly turning her gaze to her tail, and then over her shoulder, before returning her gaze back to Lucario, sitting there in silence for a long moment before quietly asking, “This ain’t normal, is it?”

“Nope! On the plus side, at least we know your human now?” Lucario says, forcing a smile. 

Bingo stayed silent for a long time, her eyes studying Lucario before speaking up, “Why is this what finally convinces you? Also, I already knew that, this is not a ‘we’ revelation!”

Lucario tilts his head. “Everyone knows humans can shapeshift, Bingo,” he says, as if this is a well accepted fact. He does not acknowledge the second part. 

“N… No…? Humans cannot shapeshift–” She pinned her ears, utterly baffled by what Lucario is saying, “I may not remember much but I know that.”

“‘Course they can! That’s in like… half the stories about the human heroes! That they could switch between Pokemon and human forms at will! Even the stories without it talk about special appearances they get when they’re ready for their little divine quest!” Lucario explains. “Speakin’ of which, we don’t have time to save the world right now, so don’t get no ideas.” 

“There’s been humans before– There’s– Divine quest– What– Huh– Is that what the weird fuckin’ rhymes that Miss Mandibuzz was chanting at me in like a million voices in the dark void?”

“That’s a lot of questions! Let’s answer them later! What do you mean Cyclone chanted at you? Bingo, do not answer her call. We’re too busy for you to be a prophesied hero. You should have told her no.” Lucario crosses his arms and looks down at her. 

Bingo blinked up at Lucario. Was she being grounded from going on a divine quest?

“Mister Lucario, I don’t think it’s even meant to happen any time soon– She mentioned allies… and that with time… comes clarity? So, I think it’s gonna be a while.” The words flew out of her mouth in a flash before she quickly tacked on another, “I think.” 

He looks at her, not convinced by her uncertainty. “Right. Let’s just grab your bandana and hurry to the next town.” 

Part Three: Scene End.

The Coming Storm: Complete.

[ghetsis]

[Part 1]

He was enrolled for his sophomore year in the finest school money could buy and he was a remarkably fine student. He focused on his studies and largely kept to himself, but if there was one way to attract unwanted attention, it was to be lonesome. Never mind that he already stood at a towering 6'5" while the rest of his body needed time to catch up with his stature. He stuck out like a sore thumb and it was only a matter of time before someone thought it funny to smack the books out of his hand and send his papers scattering over the hall floor.

For a moment, Ghetsis just looked at the mess while snickers and cruel whispers circulated behind him.

"I don't like that," he informed them.

A silence followed and then a condescending, "Snnnnrk! Uh oh, guys, Green Bean doesn't like it! We better stop before his mommy comes and yells at us, huh? Hey, why'd she pull you out of class last week? You need your diaper changed?"

"No," Ghetsis replied. "She was afraid I'd catch whatever made your face look like a cheap, cheese pizza."

The surrounding students oohed and his heckler blinked in surprise. For a lanky nerd, Ghetsis certainly wasn't meek.

"Why don't you come a little closer and say that, shitstreak?"

"No, thank you. I'm well aware your breath alone could put me in the hospital," Ghetsis smiled. "But I'll tell you what, you have a pokemon, don't you? Let's settle this that way."

"Free battling's not allowed, dipshit..."

"Ah, my apologies. You act so boldly I didn't take you for a coward."

"I'm not a fucking coward!"

"No? Then meet me in the abandoned mall this evening at five. I'm sure we can get all of this sorted out rather quickly."

Ghetsis collected his things and made his way to his next class, leaving his bully to weigh his options. He had to show. His reputation was on the line now.

"You're gonna regret it when I kick your fucking ass," he shouted. He was at a loss for what else to say.

Ghetsis waited in the mall plaza where the pink, evening sun still shined through the broken skylight. He sat on the edge of a dilapidated flower bed examining the pokeball in his hand until the sound of footsteps crunching broken glass caught his attention.

"François," Ghetsis greeted.

"It's Frank," François corrected.

"Where are your friends? Didn't want them to see you humiliated?"

"Shut the fuck up. Lemme hurry up and waste your ass so I can leave. Smells like moldy pizza in here." With the pop of his pokeball, Frank released his Swanna.

Ghetsis raised a brow at the seemingly ill-matched pair before releasing his own Zweilous.

"Ok! Swanna, use--"

"Now," Ghetsis ordered.

With no formal command given, Zweilous leaped to seize its opponent by the throat with one head and a wing in the other, catching both pokemon and trainer off guard.

"Swanna! H-hey! That's not how this works! Call it off!"

"You don't get to decide how this works," Ghetsis replied, stepping forward as his dragon squeezed the bird's neck in its jaws.

"Y-you piece of shit! I'll--!"

"You'll what? Your pokemon will be dead before you even lay a finger on me. Is that what you want?"

Swanna gasped and struggled while Frank stammered, panic creeping into his chest.

"Now then. I'd like an apology."

"W-what?"

"An apology. For your behavior earlier. It was rather rude."

"Fuck you! I'm not saying sorry to you, you fucking freak!"

"Hmm. How much is that pride worth to you," Ghetsis asked. "Isn't it cruel to force your Swanna to suffer for you? All because you picked on the wrong person..."

Zweilous bit harder and Frank's Swanna squawked in pain.

"O-ok! Ok," he conceded. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, alright? J-just make it let go!"

With a soft smile, Ghetsis recalled his Zweilous and left the bird to choke and gasp.

"There. Was that so hard?"

Frank rushed to his wounded pokemon. She was weak and her wing was broken, but she was alive.

"You motherfucker... I'll tell everyone about this! I'll tell everyone what you did!"

"And then what," Ghetsis balked. "Admit to being so inept that you couldn't even protect your own pokemon? That you teared and stammered like a scared child? To the person you saw fit to harass no less. What would they think of you? Besides, I would hate to think you didn't learn from this..."

Frank swallowed the knot in his throat.

Ghetsis pulled a Max Potion from his blazer pocket and set it by the pair. "Here. To a speedy recovery and to our newfound understanding."

With that, Ghetsis was contend to stride from the abandoned mall, leaving his opponent kneeling in the broken glass.

Children can be so cruel...

[percontaion-points]

Fearless (HMA 4) chapters 7 & 8

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Chapter 7

“We’re mates,” Jasper said before I could respond. “I plan to feed her every day for the rest of our lives.” 

Iris dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, then leaned towards him, her voice cool. “That’s quite a commitment. But ultimately, a promise you may not be able to keep.” Jasper sat up straighter, but she waved a hand between us. “Do you know what this looks like to a woman of my age? Foolish first love. You overthrew your father, took control of the clan, and began kicking over stones others were happy to ignore. But have you solidified your power base? Used the resources now in your control to make my granddaughter safe?” She shook her head, her disdain obvious. “You are two children playing at mating. And quite likely going to get yourselves killed in the process.” 

YES, FUCKING THANK YOU!

They’re literal children! Vail isn’t even 18 yet, and I don’t even know how old Jasper is. 

Not one single thing about this series has been in any way romantic. They’d only known each other for like a month before Jasper killed his father because of her! It’s only been like 3 months since then!

“Is this a reunion, or an interrogation? If you’re here to grill us, you’re wasting your time. We don’t need your approval.”

Oh, so you were sold to a school full of sadistic werewolves and you did nothing. You let them bully and sexually harass you and you did nothing. You let multiple men lay claim to you, and you did nothing. You were collared and traded around like a fucking Pokemon card and still nothing.

But grandma calling out the fact that high school relationships hardly work out in the long-term is where you’re suddenly deciding to grow a fucking spine? 

“His friends provided a distraction, they disappeared, and we never saw Allie again.” 

Quick question: is Vail’s mum still alive, but she’s been in hiding this entire time?

“But I understand the need for family. If you really want to meet them, we’ll find a way. Just give me a little time to sort something out.”

Chapter 7 summary: Now face to face with her grandmother for the first time, Iris Marrow begins by scoffing over how stupid and foolish that Jasper and Vail are. However, when Vail suddenly grows a spine and is like “Okay, bye.” over the entire thing, Iris laughs and says that it was a “test”. 

Vail pulls out the bracelet, the one with the cat, wolf, and bear on it. Iris begins to tell the story of her second child. 

Alana was raised as the little princess that she was, but also as a daddy’s girl. However, when she hit her teen years, Jonathan (her father and Vail’s grandfather) began to put restrictions on her. Alana rebelled in the typical teenage ways. 

Along comes Parker West, who was part of a research team on banes. He and Alana were friends, a relationship that Johnathan encouraged because “Parker was a useless omega” according to Johnny. 

Alana ran away from home, but was picked up three days later in a bane raid. Nobody knew who she was, and she didn’t tell them. She was then tortured at the testing facility… Which I’m imagining was something along the lines of what Vail experienced. 

Michael rescued her, but thought that she was something that needed to be “cured”. She shifted into her cat, to show to him that there was nothing wrong with her at all. (How the fuck she’s a cat is never goddamned explained, but whatever.) However, Vail understands the reason why Johnny was researching this shit was because, again, he was trying to “cure” his daughter. After that, they never saw Allie again. 

Vail asks about the bear on the bracelet, and Iris explains that the wolves used to interbreed intentionally with them. Like can you imagine how powerful a wolf-bear hybrid would be? One of Alana’s cousins was a bear, but he was killed not too long after she disappeared. 

Vail then asks about those cousins she’s heard about, the ones who supposedly have a sanctuary for different people like Vail and Alana. Iris tries to warn her away, but Vail takes out Johnathan’s party invite. However, between Vail’s cousins and her grandfather, Iris would rather send Vail to her cousins. 

Chapter 8

“It’s just… my dad never got back to me about the invitation.”

I know that you guys are kind of on a time crunch and everything, but I’m not sure that it’s even been 24 hours!

I was still chewing over Iris’ description of Michael Warren. It fit the way I saw him – a borderline psychopath with a secret research room, and an obsessive desire to protect his daughter…

Considering the way that Johnathan tortured Alana under the guise of “curing her”, I’m honestly not surprised that Michael is a little bit over-protective. 

Is Michael truely a “psychopath”, or is this simply all in response to the ACTUAL psychopath, Jonathan Marrow?

“It doesn’t matter. I’m glad I met my grandmother, and I still want to meet my cousins, but that’s it. I’m done with the Marrows. If my dad shows up, we’ll talk. But it’s pretty obvious my real family is right here in front of me.”

Chapter 8 summary: After Iris leaves, they stand around and think about everything that had been said. Then Jasper takes Vail to the private pool for the penthouses of the hotel, where he gives her another present: a super skimpy bikini. He says that this one is more for him… Wink wink. They bang, but this isn’t important.

After, Vail starts to talk about wanting to take up Iris’s offer to join her in Europe, but obviously doesn’t want to travel thousands of miles to visit a near-stranger. 

He explains that wolves usually don’t travel too far from their territory. But they’re still partly human, so they do go on holiday. He’d love to take her to the beach. Vail has never left this immediate area. The thought of that makes Jasper mad, because Michael seemed so devoted to protecting Vail, yet did such terrible and abusive things to her. Vail brings up the containment collar she found in her dad’s lab, and says that she can’t stop thinking about it. And why Michael told Jasper to put a collar on Vail, too. 

Vail goes on to say that she doesn’t want anything to do with her grandfather. She’s done chasing after her father as well. And while she still wants to meet those cousins, she finds that her only family is now Jasper. 

[pan-of-light]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Sevens

Finally sat down to watch the whole thing, many disjointed thoughts below the cut.

TL;DR: sevens good.

Yuuga: Much like the last protag to wear a red jacket with a white neckpiece, Judai, there is something wrong with this kid. He's too okay with everything. He's the goddamn player character of pokemon SunMoon who never gets an emotion showing in cutscene on his model-

(and unlike judai, afaik, he never had electroshock memory wipes done to him before)

He's great. He gives no shits. He took a job at a major corporation that owns the town he lives in and everything in it, as an elementary schooler, bc hacking them was too annoying and it was easier to have them hand over the credentials so he could mess with their shit, while also being a head or more shorter than like everyone else in the show. I want to study him like a (lady)bug.

Luke: Yuuga's name is on the title(-ish), but this guy is the actual Hero of sevens. The actual Hero of sevens. It's important, so I said it twice. He's a bratty elementary schooler who I can't even call a chuuni because of how young he is, but he has the heart where it matters. And multistrike dragons. ALL the multistrike dragons.

Romin: The seven-colored light of redemption, though I feel bad about opening this not about anything about her so much as "first decent yugioh girl"... First decent yugioh girl. She's not nerfed, worfed, or shoved aside partway through the series, being a competent duelist with a sensible win/lose ratio like any other side character from previous series.

Her arc about embracing selfishness, finding new dreams, and never giving up on anything she wants are so good. And now with Tiger in the family to teach her martial arts, she will never stop.

Gakuto: were it not for the VA segments at the end of episodes I would never notice he's Nekobot Hanae. What do you mean goddamn Gakuting is Riddle Rosehearts. It makes perfect sense yet GAKUTING also makes me want to die every single time. Not as much as the translators probably want to do every time he opens his punny mouth, but close.

Roa/Nail: Spiky and Fluffy. Band Kid and Nerd. The first two main bosses and a genuine delight every time they take the screen. I am forcing them to share a list spot just like they were forced to share seats during the tournament arc. While I can't put them in a jar to shake, I'll settle for maining their decks in DL instead. I'm still convinced Roa, unknowingly, dreams of having someone punch his face in, and that's why he's Like That (terrible at every opportunity). His relationship with his boytoy vs Neil's funny themed henchmen (and butler robo dad) is also fun to think about.

Asana and the Cav Quartet: Asana was going to get her own spot but I can't separate her from her generals. She sort of reminds me of Kiriyuin Satsuki when I think about it, the militaristic antagonist with perfectly reasonable motives who joins the protag as soon as possible, except Satsuki doesn't have a goddamn pidgeon as a general. A pidgeon. Has his own ID card and documents and everything. The human is his brother, but the human was adopted into the pidgeon family, that also owns a company. I'm sorry Asana I love you and your bi energy but what the FUCK is up with those two.

Mimin: SINGLE MOMS REPRESENT, an anime mom that beats every dead and dying allegation. She's plot relevant, has screen time, and the narrative never actually forgets she's an adult with her own motivations and dreams, no matter how nice to the 10yos she is. That said, the tech she uses isn't that old Sevens stop trying to convince me I'm old, sevens!!!

Presidential Siblings in general: why do we not market ygo as a cyberpunk series when we have 'children raised in space in isolation bc they were chosen by a supercomputer to run the City-Owning Megacorp' as a normal thing that happens. That's not weird by modern yugioh standards. We crossed that bridge during 5Ds guys. This is our life now.

Yuuou: I want his musical theme. Also brings back the only good ED mechanic (/biased branded player) into the new era. Maximums are nice, sure, but Fusion is always perfect.

Swirly: I'm honestly surprised I saw some talk online about how he was 'forgotten' and 'never defeated' when like. Guys. We had two full cours showing his defeat. Living as Swirly with the Rush Club gang and being exposed to the kindness of humanity and the fun of dueling is what fixed him. Luke didn't even really need to duel him, he'd beaten the evil before he even stopped wearing the kigurumi.

That said, how the FUCK are you smaller than Yuuga. What the fuck did you eat in space that let you be so small. Illegal.

THE★LUKEMAN: remember how I said the presidential sibs were par for the yugi-course by now? This isn't. This is just pure What The Fuck. I've personally rewritten his entire origin story in my head because it was just that fucking stupid. And now i'm upset his cards dont have the ★ in their names in DL. What a waste.

Otes: Most of the Sevens cast is weird as hell. Not Seto tops them all. His deal is mysterious, he's evil from the start, but his loss ratio is so big I'm actually shocked he put up a fight as the final boss. I'm praying GO RUSH gives me some info because Yuuga's smile on reentry was too Otes-like for me. They have a connection beyond the Sevens Road and it's going to drive me insane. I need to put this man under a microscope immediately.

The -ko Girls: I also need to know their deal, but without putting them in a lab. They're so much fun to watch, they can just hang around.

[lostonehero]

How did he die?

This is part of the apocalypse au and this is how Maxie died before he was resurrect by groundon way in the future

Notes Maxie and Archie are a new couple

Maxie is about 20 years older than Archie, hence why it took so long for them to get together

Maxies body is pretty broken from early life chaos

Tw death

It was a simple rescue mission, and since Maxie was the expert caver along with being on mandatory community service, he had to go. The call came in about a family adventure gone wrong. It wasn't even a dangerous cave, just a confusing one for beginners.

"Promise you'll be safe, Max." Archie smiles. "It's our anniversary ya know."

"I know I know one year, Archie." Maxie smiles and sighs, hefting his backpack on.

"And to many more." Archie smiles and kisses Maxie.

"Still don't know why they asked for me specifically, I'm not even the best. He'll I'm one of the least able bodied person on this job." He sighs. "Can't refuse, though."

Archie blows him a kiss as he heads into the cave.

......

Maxie frowns, looking at his map. "Pretty deep for a family adventure." He looks around before a loud boom fills the air and the sounds of rocks crashing behind him.

"What the fuck?" Maxie curses and tries to turn back. "Hello? Hey what the fuck happened?" He curses he didn't bring his pokemon with him. He tries his wakie, but nothing but static erupts. He must be too deep.

He kicks at the rocks in frustration. "What the fuck? The mine here has been closed for ages, and all explosive material should have been removed. Maybe there was a way around.

......

Maxie's phone was dead, and his flashlight was losing battery. He held his stomach as he drank the last bits of his water bottle to fend off hunger. "Fuck didn't think I would be going out like this." He sinks to the floor unable to stand anymore he was so hungry. He sat next to his broken pickaxe.

He hoped Archie didn't miss him too much. Did they ever try to look for him? The family was a set up, he knew that. Hide your problem people.

He truly thought he would be killed working with his twin, not in a cave, starving to death.

He was tired he could just sleep.

He knew he wouldn't wake up again.

[simplyotometrash]

Hello! May I please request the brothers with a MC who just can't open recipients to save their lives? Like, they're always struggling to open a water bottle, or a pot or whatever. Thanks!!

As someone who struggles to open pickle jars CONSTANTLY, this is something I felt deep within my heart.

Brothers x gender-neutral MC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

MC Struggles to Open Things

Lucifer:

You hated the writing system in the Devildom.

More specifically, you hated having to dip your pen into an inkwell to write.

Why the fuck didn't they have normal pens or pencils? It felt so archaic compared to what you were used to in the human world.

What you struggled with even more, however, was trying to open ink bottles.

The caps were so tiny, you'd think it'd be easy!

You sat in Lucifer's study with him, his pen scratching away at the paperwork he had to finish.

His focus was not on his work, however. He couldn't help but notice you struggling with your bottle of ink.

He let out a low chuckle and took the bottle from your hands with ease.

"MC, if you cannot open something then brute force isn't going to get you anywhere. If you managed to open it the way you were holding it, the ink would have gone everywhere."

You puffed and rolled your eyes. You knew he could open the bottle with ease.

"I hate these things. I don't see why you guys don't have regular pens or pencils here. I can't open ink bottles without help."

He leaned over to kiss your temple softly.

"Then ask me for help, don't be a dummy."

He twisted the small cap off and set your bottle down in front of you.

"You get quite stubborn when it comes to asking for help. Stubborn pride, perhaps?"

You snorted and nudged him with your elbow. "Guess we're a perfect match then, eh?"

Mammon:

The two of you were out on a date.

Dates with Mammon tended to be very high energy if you didn't have an actual plan.

Today you guys had a plan. You went to the movies. There was a brand new film in theaters that Mammon was absolutely dying to see.

You guys got your popcorn, candy, and drinks and sat down in your seats.

This sounds like a great time, right? Wrong. The drinks, for some ungodly reason, were in cans unless you got water.

And you had a really hard time with the tabs on soda cans.

You tried to open it during the previews to no avail. You just couldn't get any leverage!

You would have asked Mammon to open it, but the movie started before you had the chance. You didn't want to be rude to other patrons.

So you thought you'd be able to get through the movie without your drink.

You were dead wrong.

It was halfway through the movie, you'd eaten too much salty popcorn, and your mouth was dying.

"Mammon," you whispered in the softest voice manageable. "I can't get my drink open."

"Why didn't ya ask me before the movie started?" He whispered back, though his tone was louder.

He took your can and popped it open for you, the loud hiss and crack earning several shushes from the demons nearby.

Mammon did start sipping on your drink because he had finished his, so you had to share that small can of soda with him.

You noticed a subtle change after that date.

Mammon would always open soda cans for you before you ever even tried. He would often open your drinks before his own.

Leviathan:

Your boyfriend was a known collector of all things related to his favorite fandoms and idols.

That now included cards. Think something along the lines of Pokemon cards except without the game aspect. They were purely for collection purposes.

These cards were all Ruri-chan cards. His absolute favorite.

That's why you two were swimming in card packs that he had bought in bulk the day they released.

"MC!! You should help me open these! We can sort them and put them into these awesome binders I got for them together!"

How could you deny that look of pure joy? Levi being excited was something you loved sharing. He was so cute!

But what was not cute was how you were struggling to open even one card pack. There wasn't much room to get a good grip to tear the packs open.

Levi had opened fifteen packs while you were struggling on your third.

"Levi," you whined and held the pack out, "I'm having a hard time opening the packs!"

He resisted the temptation to call you a normie as he showed you the best way to open the pack. "If you can't open them, then you can sit over here on my other side and sort them instead!"

Satan:

There had been a stray cat hanging around the House of Lamentation.

You and Satan were BEYOND excited. Lucifer agreed not to scare it off so long as you didn't bring it inside.

Naturally, you guys stocked up on supplies and rushed home to play with your new outdoor pet.

"Open one of those cans of wet food. I bet she's starving. Oh, we need to name her. And I need to text Solomon to come over right now."

Satan was practically vibrating with excitement. No one could rival his love for cats.

It was honestly so cute.

You picked up one of the wet food cans that had one of those supposedly easy open pop lips, like a soda can, and went to open it.

But you couldn't pry the tab up enough to get your finger underneath. You didn't even have long enough nails to help you with it!

"MC, everything okay," he asked, not looking up from the cat as he dangled a toy above her head.

"Yeah...well, I mean, I'm having a hard time getting this pull-tab to lift up. I can't get enough leverage!"

He chuckled and grabbed the can, popping it just enough so that you could peel it back.

"There. We can say we worked together to feed her."

You smiled and shook your head. You dumped the food into a bowl and put it down for your new cat.

You planned on bringing a knife or fork outside with you when you fed the cat so you didn't have to ask for help again.

Asmodeus:

The two of you were in his room with a brand new haul from your latest shopping trip.

Asmo wanted the newest nail polish that was on the shelves. Color-shifting nail polish!

"Pick whichever one you want, sweetheart, I can't wait to see how it looks on nails! I'm very excited to use the pink to teal on my nails personally."

You really liked the burgundy to purple when you saw the swatches in the shop, so that was the one you were going with.

Everything was all set up on a little table next to Asmo's bed. You figured you'd go ahead and open the nail polish now to make it easier.

Except it wouldn't open.

Try as you might, you couldn't get the cap to twist!

If it were your nail polish, you would have tried using your teeth. It wasn't yours, though. It belonged to your boyfriend.

"Asmo," you said in defeat. "I can't open the nail polish."

He laughed, petting your hair lightly before taking the nail polish.

"Normally you have trouble if there is dried nail polish on the rim. I suppose today you were just cursed to struggle with new nail polish, too!"

He was teasing you, but it was hard to be mad when he swooped in and gave you a sweet kiss.

He opened the nail polish with ease and sat across from you.

"Now, how about we get started with these nails?"

Beelzebub:

You were frustrated and upset. It was silly, but you were.

All you wanted were some pickles.

Why was this so upsetting though? Surely it wasn't that big of a deal. Had all the pickles in the house been eaten?

No! It was even worse than that! You were trying to open a brand new jar of pickles and the damn lid wouldn't budge.

You had tried everything you could think of!

Nothing was making that lid budge.

You tried using a butter knife to break the seal. It had no effect on the pickle jar.

You found rubber bands because that was a trick you had heard of back home. Failure.

You even tried gently whacking the lid against the edge of the counter!

Nothing was working!

Then came your saving grace. The person who wouldn't make fun of you for your plight. Your boyfriend. Beelzebub.

"Beel! I need help! I can't open this damn jar!" You eagerly handed it to him and he laughed, ruffling your hair with one hand.

He gave the jar a quick twist and the lid popped open as if it hadn't been stuck on there for ages.

"There you go, pumpkin. I just finished my afternoon workout, so how about we grab a few more snacks and go watch a movie together?"

Belphegor:

You had managed to sneak out of bed where you were napping with Belphegor.

It had been a really long day. Too many tests for your liking and then some after-school activities that you got roped into without anyone even asking if you wanted to join.

Belphie, true to form, suggest you guys nap in the attic for a while. He even gave you a back massage to help you unwind.

But you woke up sometime later absolutely parched.

Your throat was drier than the fucking Sahara.

It took a lot of effort to sneak away from Belphie's hold, but you managed to do it successfully.

Now you were faced with another problem.

You couldn't open your bottle of water.

You couldn't find anything small enough to wedge in there to break the plastic ring and no amount of twisting was working.

So you had to shake your boyfriend awake.

He cracked an eye open, grumbling crankily at you. "What is it?"

"I can't open this."

He blinked before he began howling with laughter. Despite laughing at you, he took your water and opened it for you.

"There, MC. I can't believe you had such a hard time with that."

What a little shit.

[2myl0ver]

☾ A valley of lies // &team's nicholas cheating!au (reader x member) by 2myl0ver

genre : angst / wc : 531 / tw : cheating, cursing / masterlist

these past few days nicholas has been cold and distant from you, as his girlfriend this really struck your attention. I mean, why wouldn't it?

your boyfriend, wang yixiang has been ignoring your texts, phone calls, and even you when you come over! Many times when you've came to his house, you'd come in to see the house empty with no trace of nicholas at all. this concerned you, you'd message him asking if you did anything wrong but it was all useless in the end seeing that every message you'd send would get left on seen.

nicho <3

Sun 3:27pm

nick?

i thought you said you were coming over today?

sorry an emergency came up.

mon 11:28am

i see you've got a new friend there, why didn't you tell me? i saw you with a girl at the park while walking my dog.

seen by nicho <3

tue 9:37pm

ughh, this topic in mathematics is making me go insane. do you wanna go to a coffee shop or something? you're always up late anyways.

seen by nicho <3

wed 3:46am

why are you on live in instagram with the girl i saw you with the other day?

sent 2 days ago

sat 1:27pm

message unsent hey baby, you free today?

yeah, i have been since monday. it's a surprise you even bothered opening this conversation in the first place.

shit, sorry, wrong send.

nicholas, what the fuck??

this is that one time you open my message and it was an accident? not to mention, you come to me calling someone else "baby" while I'M your girlfriend.

darling, calm down, shes just a friend.

don't fucking call me that.

you came to his apartment without a warning, barging in with the extra key he gave you on your 7th month anniversary.

you felt your eyes tear up as you searched the room in front of you, wine on the coffee table in front of the couch, the girl on his lap, and the bracelet you gave him thrown across the room.

you were too furious to care about the relationship at this point, you rushed outside to go back into your car and drive off to your house, not giving him a chance to say or explain anything.

back in your house, you packed up everything that has ever reminded you of him including the things he gave you like his hoodie, a pokemon plush, his perfume, and a bracelet that had a matching ring. It hurt to think that you weren't looking for these to enjoy them anymore, but to return them to who they came from.

the seemingly non ending train of tears kept pouring out, you felt numb and you can barely see anything due to the tears making everything blurry.

quickly with the help of your best friend, she drove you to your now exes apartment because you were too numb to drive yourself there.

entering the apartment that was once your second home, throwing the box of his belongings inside, running back to the car, and realizing everything he had ever told you were nothing but a valley of lies.

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a/n : idk if my writing actually sucks or i just lack self confidence 🥲 but anyways enjoy this <3

[corpsedaydream]

hi i love ur work so much and i had a request! corpse and reader are dating and she isn’t necessarily what fans think his type is. she isn’t really goth and doesn’t watch anime so when she sees corpse talking about e girls and goth girls and all that stuff she feels left out and like she isn’t who he wants to be with, and when he’s streaming with her (she’s also a youtuber), he’s like talking about an anime show and reader feels left out and the whole live chat is just saying how she doesn’t belong there and that corpse could do so much better ect. so she has a breakdown in the bathroom and he reads the comments about her and gets upset and defends her which ends with him cuddling the fuck out of her and kissing away her tears idk just angst with a fluffy ending please i’m desperate 😔✌️💗

ooooooooooof i put myself in all the feels writing this and now i’m meant to just go to sleep like i’m not feeling some type of way smh

but!!!!!!!! i like how it turned out hehe, hope u enjoy

word count: 1.5k

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beach baby

Your freckles were a lot more prominent lately, but that was always something that happened during this time of year when summer was quickly approaching. As much as you felt a little insecure by the the little marks that were dotted all over your body, it came hand in hand with the excitement of being able to do all of your favourite things that just felt better to do in summer.

You were a beach baby through and through. Growing up, you lived in the one house your whole life that was right by the beach and when your family went on holidays, it was always to a holiday house that was by another beach. You could swim before you could walk or talk. When you did learn how to walk, your parents realised they had to keep an extra close eye on you at the beach because you’d always run down to the waves, not realising the danger in your toddler years. When you watched The Little Mermaid for the first time, you begged your mother to turn you into a mermaid so you could live a life under the sea. When you were a kid getting picked up from school, your after school activity was going to the beach. Whenever the school swimming carnival rolled around, it was always you who got nominated to do the races. When you were a dramatic teenager and found out the boy you liked kissed someone else, you went to the beach and wrote his name in the sand just to watch it get washed away by the sea.

Your life had always involved the beach and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Whenever the idea of falling in love with someone popped into your mind, you always thought it would happen with the beach involved in some way. And there had been a few surfer boys you’d had flings with, but none stuck. They never really made an impact on you.

But Corpse had.

The two of you were an unlikely pairing, the absolute definition of opposites attract, but it worked.

You’d met at a mutual friends house by chance and there was an undeniable spark from that very first moment.

-

“Sitting under the moon is a lot better than the sun.” The two of you had found yourselves in a light hearted argument that very first night. After getting introduced and realising there was a pull between you both, he had eventually grabbed your hand and brought you to come sit up on the rooftop with him.

“What? No way, dude.” You shook your head and laughed, he was everything you weren’t but all you wanted. “The moon is so pretty,” You agreed with him, “but the sun makes you warm and it’s so pretty when the sky is all blue with a couple of cute, white fluffy clouds. That’s the perfect weather to be out and about.”

“If you like going out and about.”

“You don’t like going outside?”

“Nah,” Corpse hesitated, contemplating on how honest he should be with the girl he’d just met but was feeling so comfortable around. “I can’t handle the world sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. If someone came up to me and said you can spend your whole life under water as a mermaid but never be able to come back on land, I’d seriously consider.”

“Even after meeting me?” The tone shifted back to the playful flirting and you were grateful for it.

“Shut up and admire your moon.”

“I will, after all, the night sky is far superior.” He was holding firm in his opinion.

“I think it’s all really pretty.” You said honestly, and it was the truth. You were just as hypnotised by a moonlit sky with stars sparkling as you were with a daytime sky.

“I think you’re really pretty.”

He’d had your heart from that moment.

-

You’d actually gone to the beach today and spent a solid few hours there with friends and it had put you in such a blissful state. Making the drive to your boyfriends place so enjoyable, because you were also very excited to see him.

He’d left the door unlocked when you messaged him saying you were on your way. So when you arrived you let yourself in, shutting and locking the front door behind you, knowing Corpse was streaming and you were going to join him.

“Hi.” You whispered, opening the door to his office, not knowing if you should let your presence be known to stream yet. You always felt a little nervous when it came to his fans. The first time you joined him in a stream, all you could concentrate on was the amount of messages that stated how you were exactly wrong for Corpse. How you were the opposite to who he should be with. From there, it only progressed. You saw the hate comments and negative things that some of them had to say about you and it hurt.

“She’s here!” Corpse announced, so at least it was known to them that you would be joining him at some point, they had some warning and you hoped it meant you would receive a warmer welcome. “Hey, baby, get over here.” He opened his arms and you sat down on his lap, greeting him with a kiss before you both brought your attention back to his stream.

“Hi guys!” You greeted the stream, cautiously looking over the influx of messages, waiting for something negative but it seemed they were asking you about something. “I can see you guys asking, but I don’t really know what you’re talking about...” You trailed off before looking at Corpse. “What were you talking about?”

“Oh...” He started, “we were talking about an anime. (Y/N) isn’t really into anime, guys.” He laughed and you smiled but you could feel the anxiety start to build, you just knew this was going to cause a wave of hate to you.

“Hey, I loved Sailor Moon and Pokemon when I was a kid.” You attempted to make a joke, thinking it would gain approval of his fans but it only caused them to react worse.

The chat started moving faster, messages of,

‘LMAO of course she doesn’t know what we’re talking about’

‘Did she really just say Pokemon? She’s fucking basic’

‘What a fucking dumbass’

‘Dump her ass Corpse’

‘Ugh why the fuck did she come?’

‘WE DONT WANT YOU HERE’

‘Fuck off (Y/N)’

‘Corpse you can do so much better’

You could feel the tears welling up, each comment being another jab and you knew you had to leave or you would cry right there and they’d all hear just how they had gotten to you. Quickly, you got up, ignoring Corpse calling after you and trying to reach for you to bring you back to him.

Making your way to the bathroom, you washed your face in an attempt to calm yourself but it didn’t work at all. So instead, you sunk to the floor and let yourself cry. You couldn’t understand why they hated you, you loved him so much for exactly who he was, just as they did. Couldn’t they be happy if who he was with made him happy? Negative thoughts were swirling your mind. They were getting to you.

“(Y/N)?” Corpse cracked the door open, his face full of worry as he stepped inside the bathroom. “Oh, baby, hey, hey,” He was by your side in a moment, his hands finding your sun kissed cheeks as he left a kiss against your head before finding your vision. “I saw what they were saying. They’re wrong.”

“But what if they’re not, Corpse?” You couldn’t help but to argue back. “You deserve someone better for you.”

“Stop it, stop right now.”

“No, I mean, look at us... We’re complete opposites.”

“And so?” He responded. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“That’s all that matters.” He told you, and you knew he was right, it was just the hate comments were really playing on your mind.

“Is it, though? Don’t you want someone else?”

“No. Fuck no.” He wrapped his arms around you then, he knew you really needed reassurance right now and he was going to give it to you. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. My beach baby, I only want you.” He told you, bringing you onto his lap once more, only now you were on the bathroom floor. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, needing to be close to him.

“Please don’t leave me.” Your voice was barely audible when you’d whispered that but he heard it and it crushed his heart to know it was his audience that had made you feel this way.

“I won’t, ever.” He assured you, he was cradling you with a force now, ever so slightly rocking the two of you back and forth. “You don’t ever have to ask me that, I’m not going anywhere.”

[codename-adler]

foxes + onesies (8/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Aaron

TW: mentions of hospitalization and drugs, implications of abuse, mental illness and murder

Aaron tries very hard

that phrase alone could very well sum up his existence

he tries to be a good student

he tries to be a good backliner

he tries to be a good teammate

he tries to be a good person

he tries to be a go- he tries to be a brother

he tries so, so hard

but life is harder

he’d tried being a good son, and failed

his mother was dead, and died hating him

he’d tried being a good boyfriend, and failed

Katelyn was gone, and left him crying

so Aaron was trying, and now?

he was trying to find himself, to grow, to heal…

which was very, very difficult when in counselling sessions with your just-as-traumatized twin brother

they’d both worked through Andrew and Neil’s non-relationship, and through Aaron and Katelyn’s fallout

Aaron had expected it to be the other way around

turns out that while he thought Katelyn deserved better, she thought he deserved better too

she had her own demons to deal with too, in the end

and so while everyone pretty much expected Aaron’s demons to be too big for Katelyn, it was hers that had been too much for the both of them

he couldn’t reach her, couldn’t get through to her, couldn’t help her

one fateful night, she had asked him, sobbing and breathless, to make the call

the call to take her away, the call to save her from herself

the paramedics had put her on a gurney, and they had said their goodbyes

I’m sorry Aaron… I’m so sorry, I wanted to be strong for you… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m so scared… It hurts so much, Aaron… I’m sorry… Please take care of yourself, baby, please… I’m sorry…

she was wheeled away, and hadn’t seen her in a year since

they corresponded, though

4 months into her admission at a private psychiatric hospital, she had sent him a handwritten letter

she had told him about her routine, her new friendships, her therapists…

she’d told him about the work she was doing on herself, about the traumas she had been too ashamed to share with him…

after the fifth or sixth letter, Aaron had started responding

he never told anyone

until this week

he’d lost count of how many letters he’d received from her, and how many he’d sent her back

but this letter…

this one was different

this one broke his heart so much, that he walked out of his dorm, the letter still clutched in one hand, grabbed Andrew on his way out of Fox Tower, and made him drive to Betsy’s office

without a single word

Betsy was surprised, to say the least, to see Aaron entering first, distress in his eyes, and Andrew following close behind, clueless

Aaron handed Betsy the letter, sat down, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, eyes closed

Bee: Correct me if I’m wrong, Aaron, but from what I understand of the situation, you would like to share this with Andrew?

Aaron: And with you. Bee.

Bee: That is very generous of you Aaron. And brave. Would you like me to read the letter out loud?

Aaron nodded, never looking up

My dear Aaron,

What I’m about to tell you in this letter is very different from our usual correspondence. You know I’ve been working on things since the beginning of my hospitalization. Big things. Ugly things. But important things. And you are not a thing, Aaron, but you are important. You were forced to play a role in the mess that was my life, but that role saved me. From myself. You made the tough call, you took it upon yourself to protect me, even if it meant putting me away and losing me. Losing us.

I’m not so good with spoken words, and I feel safe here, in this bubble we’ve created for ourselves. But I would like you to believe me when I say that the words I’m about to tell you, I would repeat them to you outloud for the rest of my life if it could make amends for what I’ve put you through. One word from you and I would come in person to tell you how much I mean them.

I am grateful for you, Aaron Minyard.

I am eternally thankful that you have crossed the path of my life. You have helped me in more ways than you know, in more ways that I could possibly imagine. It’s so important that you know that, Aaron. It’s important to me, because you deserve to know, and you deserve the recognition. Because I know you don’t think much of yourself. Because I know you think this was all your fault. Because I know you, a little bit, at least. You did the best you could with what you had, and it was enough, Aaron. You cared for me when you didn’t have to, when you couldn’t, when you were going through it yourself, and I can’t thank you enough. But I can try. So here it is: Thank you, Aaron. Thank you. For everything. You were amazing.

However, there is another thing I need to say. A harder thing. But I must take responsibility for my actions, for both my sake and yours. You need to know. You need to know.

I am sorry, Aaron. I am sorry that you had to make that call. I am sorry that you had to witness my breakdown. I am sorry that I had to leave like that. I am sorry that I broke your heart. I am sorry for all the pain and hardship I’ve put you through. I am sorry for all the times I’ve lashed out at you, when really I wanted to lash out at my life. I am sorry for all the times I hurt you, when really I wanted to hurt myself. I am sorry that you had to watch me fall like that. I am sorry that you had to pick up the pieces alone, that you had to get back up alone. I am sorry for all the times I’ve said cruel things just to be mean and to hurt you, for all the grief I’ve caused you, all of it. This is my official, explicit, conscious and honest apology to you. I’m apologizing for all the wrongs I’ve done you, because it was my fault and you didn’t deserve any of it. I take full responsibility. And I am not expecting forgiveness in return. This is a no-strings-attached apology. I could apologize to you forever and still not be worthy of your forgiveness. So I won’t be waiting for it. I won’t be begging for it. This is all yours. I’m sorry, Aaron. I need you to know that. Because I know you think you deserve what happened, because I know you think it was all your fault. It wasn’t. It was mine. It is still mine. And know that I am not only apologizing in words. I will try everything in my power to make it up to you. Whatever it takes. I promise you that, Aaron.

Love,

Katelyn

as Betsy folded the letter, Aaron’s tears dripped down on the office carpet

Andrew was silent, eyes fixed on the piece of paper

Betsy waited a few minutes to let everyone soak in the moment

Bee: This is a very beautiful and heartfelt letter, Aaron. From what I understand, you and Katelyn have been writing letters since she “moved”?

Aaron nodded, still silently crying in his hands

Bee: Are your exchanges always like this?

Aaron shook his head

Bee: Okay, I see. Is this the first time a letter from her has made you cry?

another nod from Aaron

Bee: And why do you think that is?

Aaron: I don’t know…

his voice was rough from crying

Bee: Well, I think I might have an inkling, you tell me if it resonates with you. I believe, Aaron, that this is the first time someone has ever formally apologized to you, yeah? You are not someone that has grown up with that kind of care, that kind of responsibility. That kind of praise. I think you know that this is some kind of opportunity for closure, of course, but it goes deeper than that, doesn’t it? Someone cares for the wrongs they’ve done, for the hurt they’ve caused you. And you are not used to that. You are not used to being apologized to. You are not used to this type of kindness. Katelyn did not have to apologize and express her gratefulness. You didn’t expect her to. But she did. That means something to you, yeah?

Aaron’s heart broke a little more at that, before mending a little, too

he cried harder

and Andrew was watching all of this from his seat, seemingly unconcerned

he knew this wasn’t necessarily about him, that this was about Katelyn, and Aaron, and about showing Andrew that she didn’t deserve his hatred and his knives

but he did care

after he drove Aaron back to the dorms and told Kevin to watch his brother, he went for a drive

to think

he only came back once he had thought of something to do with Aaron

damn Josten for softening him

he threw Neil and Nicky out of their dorm, and went to retrieve the Stitch onesie from the back of his closet

he looked for the brand tag, looked it up online and made his purchase

he even paid for accelerated shipping

the day his order arrived, he went to the same convenience store where he’d found his precious DVD, and bought a stupid ugly postcard with a lighthouse on it

in a very neat handwriting, Andrew wrote what he had to say

he then went looking for his brother, but he didn’t have to look far

since that session with Bee, where Kevin was, Aaron usually was too

and Kevin was always at the court

but Andrew found them both sitting on the court’s floor, all geared up, yet watching something non Exy-related on Kevin’s phone

weird

that didn’t stop Andrew

he went back to the locker room, refusing to disturb the weird little thing that was going on there

he left the package and the postcard in Aaron’s locker, and left

a few hours later, as Kevin went to shower and Aaron opened his locker, Andrew’s gift was found

the postcard had slipped to the back of the locker, so Aaron retrieved the plastic bag and opened it first

he didn’t understand

it was a big, fluffy thing, bright yellow

what the fuck

it’s Pikachu

it’s a Pikachu onesie

it’s a fucking Pikachu onesie

what the fuck

he hadn’t thought about Pokemons since… well, since Tilda died

he had collected them, the cards, and the figurines

but he’d sold the toys for drug money

and he’d lost all his cards in the… accident

he’d left his three hundred-something card collection in the car, for some reason he couldn’t remember

but the crash had burnt and bloodied them all

when Nicky had adopted the twins, he had bought Aaron some new ones, but it didn’t compare… it couldn’t replace what he had lost

and now he was holding an adult-sized Pikachu one-piece pajama

he still couldn’t wrap his head around it when he found the postcard peeking from the back of his locker

he took it, his hand trembling terribly

he read the back

later, Kevin found Aaron sitting on the bench, still in his Exy uniform, smiling but crying

He’s so fucking stupid, Kevin, look at this shit

Kevin looked, indeed, at this shit

Kevin didn’t understand what he was looking at, but then Aaron handed him the postcard

Aaaron hadn’t told this story to anyone but Kevin, so he understood immediately what it said, and who wrote it

Kevin placed his big hand on the back of Aaron’s neck and squeezed a bit, an offer of comfort

he still didn’t understand what the yellow monstrosity was supposed to be, but he understood what it all meant

Aaron held the card closer to his heart than the onesie

everytime things became hard with Andrew, he wore Pikachu and he looked at the postcard

he focused on the little lighthouse, on the small, precise letters, on the ink of the pen

he focused on the words

Sorry I trashed your Pokemon cards

[beelsnack]

Obey Me! Boys and the Hidden Talent You Wouldn’t Expect Them To Have

Lucifer: Honestly, they had thought it was just for decoration.

Considering how little the brothers actually used anything in the music room, they had just assumed most of the instruments in there were just for show. The only reason they were proved wrong was by sheer accident.

Their insomnia had been a hindrance back in the human realm, but now that the constant darkness of the Devildom had taken a hammer to their circadian rhythm, they found themselves wandering the halls of the House of Lamentation more and more frequently in the middle of the night. While they knew they weren’t the only one awake at this hour (they had made the mistake of wandering too close to Asmo’s room and discovered that his nights were very active) they typically were the only one out of their room.

It was their second pass around the first floor when they heard it. A faint, unfamiliar melody ringing softly down the hall. Before they realized what they were doing, their feet had brought them to the music room. When they peeked through the doorway, the sight made them freeze.

Lucifer was seated on a bench, eyes closed in an uncharacteristically serene expression. The soft candlelight shone behind him, making him look every bit like the angel he once was as his long, graceful fingers plucked skillfully at the strings of the harp. The song was hauntingly beautiful, much like Lucifer himself, and something about it made the human’s breath catch in their throat.

They hadn’t thought they made a noise, but demon hearing was something else. Lucifer’s eyes snapped open, hands halting over the strings as the two of them made eye contact. 

At first, it seemed like Lucifer was preparing to scold them, and they felt themself reflexively tensing. Instead, Lucifer’s expression softened.

“You should be in bed.” his voice betrayed how tired he was, even if he appeared just fine.

“I couldn’t sleep.” they murmured. Speaking too loudly might break the spell, and this gentle illusion would shatter.

“Hm.” he motioned them forward, patting the spot next to him. The bench was small enough to when they sat down, they were shoulder-to-shoulder with Lucifer. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

“I didn’t know you could play the harp.” they blurted out. Lucifer, caught off guard by their bluntness, stared down at them for a moment before sighing. A nostalgic smile pulled at his lips, and they found themself wishing he would smile like that more often. 

“A skill left over from the Celestial Realm. Playing always put me at ease.”

“Will you keep playing for me?”

He chuckled softly. “Of course. Shall I play a lullaby for the two of us?”

Mammon: “Are we done studying yet? This sucks!”

They didn’t even bother looking up from their textbook. Mammon had done more complaining than studying at this point, and they were honestly too worked up about passing this test tomorrow to worry about entertaining him.

“You can be done if you want, I’m going to keep going.” they mumbled. They talked big, but they had been reading the same sentence over and over again without taking in a single letter. They knew that it wasn’t really helping, but they were convinced that if they didn’t spend every last second studying the material, they were going to fail spectacularly. Honestly, after one semester of Potions, they were never going to complain about chemistry every again.

“You’re gonna ruin your eyes, at this rate.”

They nearly jumped out of their skin. When had Mammon gotten up? How had he gotten behind them without them noticing? Shit, maybe they did need to give it a rest.

“Alright, alright,” they sighed. “I’m not retaining any of this stuff anymore anyway - ow, fuck!” 

“What’s wrong?” Mammon sounded unnecessarily terrified, the big worrier.

“Nothing, nothing, sorry.” they brought a hand up to the back of their neck. “Been hunched over for too long, my neck and shoulders are mad at me.”

“Damn, human, you had me thinkin’ you were dyin’ or something.” he breathed out. “Here.”

“What are - “ they cut themselves off as Mammon’s warm hands settled on their shoulders. His thumbs worked soothing circles on the column of their neck before sliding down to work on their shoulder blades.

They felt their eyes slipping close without their consent. “Holy shit, Mammon.” they probably should be a bit more concerned with how breathy their voice sounded, but he was working wonders on their stiff muscles.

He knew just how much pressure to apply, just how to move his hands. The warmth of his palms seeped through their shirt, and they let out a sigh that might have sounded a bit like a moan.

“Hey, you can’t go makin’ those noises while I’m doin’ this.” his voice had gone just a bit lower. “You’re gonna make it awkward.”

“Sorry.” they muttered. “But you’re really good at this. You should open up a massage parlor. You would make a killing.”

“Heh, I thought about it.” he pulled his hands away, and they almost whined at the loss of contact. “But I don’t want to have to rub my hands over some crusty old bastard.”

“Oh well,” they shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to just keep you to myself then.”

Leviathan: “Hey, normie, open up!”

They considered ignoring him in favor of finishing up this very intense Pokemon battle, but it was pretty rare that Levi came to their room without texting them first. With a sigh, they shut their DS and hopped off of their bed to let him in.

“What’s up?” they leaned against the doorway.

“Didn’t you hear? That new MMO is having an exclusive pre-release event. Only the first 300 can get in! Go get set up, people have been talking about this new totally OP armor they’re going to - “

Levi cut himself, peering over their shoulder and wrinkling his nose. “What’s that?”

At first, they thought he was talking about their DS, but when they looked behind them, they realized what he meant.

“Ah, yeah.” the walked over to their bed and picked up the old stuffed dragon toy. They creadled him gently to their chest and frowned a little. “He got a little roughed up on his way to the Devildom. I had to get creative.”

The toy was clearly well loved, but the real attention-grabber was the piece of duct tape holding its front left leg to the rest of it. Little bits of fluff could be seen beneath the tape and it was clear that the repair job wasn’t going to last for much longer.

Leviathan clicked his tongue. “That’s never going to hold. Bring him over after the event tonight.”

“Why?” the human tilted their head, clutching the dragon tighter like they were afraid Levi was going to mercy-kill him.

“I’m going to fix him for you, duh.” there was a faint dusting of pink high on his cheekbones, and he looked away quickly. “I don’t like to bring my sewing stuff out of my room, I’ll lose it for sure.”

“You can sew?” they sounded incredulous. “Since when?”

“Th-there was a contest a while back. Whoever made the best TSL cosplay got to have a meet and greet with the cast of the movie.” Levi looked like he was about to catch fire now. “Of-of course, I couldn’t just go buy stuff, everyone knows the handmade stuff is better, so I learned how to sew.”

“Levi, that’s amazing!”

Levi blinked. “I-It is?”

“Duh!” they beamed up at him. “I could never do anything like that! I definitely owe you one if you can fix him up for me!”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he muttered, staring down at his feet. How was he supposed to handle getting compliments like that?

“It is!” they placed their toy back on their bed in favor of wrapping their arms around Levi’s middle. “Thank you so much!”

“Whoa, hey! You can’t just d-do that all of a sudden!”

Satan: They quite enjoyed their study dates with Satan. The two of them could sit in amiable silence for hours and just focus on getting their work done. It was peaceful, and Satan never minded if they took a rest on his shoulder

As they struggled to keep their eyes open (a coffee break might be in order soon) they caught sight of something in the margins of Satan’s notebook.

It started as idle pencil marks in the corner of the page. Little spirals that slowly transformed into vines  winding their way down the side. Delicate little flowers soon began to bloom at random intervals until finally, in the bottom corner, Satan was in the middle of doodling a lotus flower.

“That’s so pretty.” they felt Satan jump as they broke the silence.

“What?” he blinked, refocusing. “Oh. Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”

“I should have known you were a doodler.” they laughed. “I read somewhere that people who doodle in class actually retain more information.”

“Is that right?” Satan muttered, more to himself than anything. “That explains my notes in class. I wonder if there’s a reason I enjoy drawing outside of a learning environment?”

They nudged him before he got too deep in his own thoughts. “You’re allowed to just have a hobby, Satan. There’s no need to psychoanalyze it so much.”

Asmo: When they had admitted that they had never gotten their nails done, Asmo had wasted no time in whisking them away to his room. He insisted that everyone should have a manicure at least once in their life, sat them down on the chaise lounge in his bedroom and set to work.

Admittedly, they probably should be taking care of their nails better, and it was nice to have someone pamper them a little bit. They hadn’t really been expecting the hand massage at the end.

“Oh, you have earth hands, darling.” Asmo said as he worked his thumb into the center of their palm. “Reliable, stubborn, practical. Fits you to a T!”

“Huh?”

Asmo ignored them, continuing to analyze their hand. “Your love line starts under your index finger. Well, with seven partners, I should hope you’re content with your love life.”

“Asmo, what the hell?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry, darling.” Asmo laughed, tracing his finger in a circle in the center of their hand. “I suppose I should ask before I read your palm.”

“Is that what that was?” they asked. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Mm, there’s plenty of things I can do, my dear.” he practically purred. “An old lover of mine was a practiced chiromancer. I always thought it was fascinating, being able to read a person just by the lines on their hands, so I had them teach me. If nothing else, it’s a neat party trick.”

“Wow...” the human murmured, staring at their hand. “What else can you tell?”

Beelzebub and Belphegor: It had been decided long ago that Beel could not be trusted with cooking duty on his own. So the twins always had joint cooking duty.

It had also been decided that Belphegor couldn’t be trusted with waking up for cooking duty, so Lucifer tacked the human on as well.

None of them particularly minded it. Well, Belphie minded it a little, seeing as Beel had to literally fireman carry him to the kitchen. But all three of them worked well as a team.

It wasn’t terribly uncommon for Beel to hum to himself when he cooked. The kitchen was his element, and cooking always seemed to put him in a cheerful mood. It was uncommon, however, for Belphie to join in.

They hadn’t really been paying attention, simply registering the twins as background noise while they focused on their task. But soon, Beel’s humming turned to lyrics in a language that the human didn’t understand, but sent a shiver up their spine anyway.

Beel sang in a smooth baritone voice that they could feel thrumming through their chest. The human found themself closing their eyes and listening, nearly forgetting that they were supposed to be chopping up mandrake root.

They almost chopped their finger off when Belphie joined in.

When they turned around, the twins had their backs facing either other, but they had paused in their work. Both of them wore identical expressions of nostalgia - eyes closed, lips tugged upwards in a soft smile. Belphie’s soft, clear tenor mixed with Beel’s low timbre, and, despite not understanding a single word, the human felt goosebumps rise up their arms.

When they finished the song, the twins opened their eyes and looked at each other over their shoulder. Beel honestly looked like he was going to cry out of sheer joy. 

“It’s been a while since we sang together.” Beel grinned.

“At least a century.” Belphie nodded, shaking his head. “I’m surprised my voice hasn’t broken.”

“I feel like I’m intruding on a family moment, here.” the human muttered. They honestly hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but by the time they realized, it was too late. The twins had turned their gazes on them like they had just stood on the table and started screaming.

“What’re you talking about?” Belphie drawled.

“You are family.” Beel smiled, crossing the kitchen in three strides to ruffle their hair. “So you can’t be intruding.”

They stuck their tongue out at Beel, ducking out from underneath his hand. “Can you two teach me that song?”