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devildom-drabbles · 3 years ago

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Snippet - Moments with Him

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, here are some cute little moments between MC/you and each of the boys (minus Luke) using sentence starters by @myfriendthedictionary. Enjoy!! 💕

“You want your usual, right?”

Lucifer glanced up from his paperwork to lock eyes with MC after hearing their question, a hint of surprise flashing briefly over his features. “And you know what that is?”

“Of course,” they replied with a grin. “I’ve seen you have it enough times to figure it out. I’ll make it just the way you like it, too.”

He gazed at their figure in the doorway of his study. The candlelight seemed to shine on them in a way that made them appear even more radiant in his vision than they normally did. No, perhaps it was the fact that they took the time to memorize these tiny details about him, such as his favorite drink to have while he’s working, that enhanced his view of them in this moment. Falling for a human was shocking enough, but falling more in love with them every day? The eldest demon brother wasn’t sure how they managed to do this to him. Even so, it was a strange phenomena that he couldn’t ignore any longer. He may as well accept it.

“Very well,” Lucifer said, a smile tugging at his lips as he refocused on the documents on his desk. “I look forward to it.”

“This really isn’t going how I practiced it.”

It was meant to be said in his head, but Mammon ended up muttering the words aloud in front of MC. He was trying to properly convey his feelings for them without deflecting or stumbling over himself, but the exact opposite was happening. How many times had this happened now? Why couldn’t he just say what he really thought? Despite how much he motivated himself and the time he spent making sure he’d do it right, he always got tongue-tied the moment MC was in front of him.

“Practiced?” MC repeated curiously, causing Mammon’s face to flush a darker shade of red.

“F-Forget ya heard that!” he demanded.

“But--”

“Seriously, don’t get the wrong idea! It’s not like I needed to practice tellin’ ya how much I like ya or anything! I can tell ya how amazin’, intelligent, attractive, funny, and important ya are to me just fine without going over it for hours in front of a mirror, got it?!”

MC bit back the giddy grin that threatened to form on their face in favor of taking Mammon’s hands in theirs. “You sure can. Thank you, Mammon.”

“Would you maybe want to... I don’t know... do this again, sometime?”

Leviathan’s question came out hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting with the plastic bag in his hand. He never imagined that MC would actually agree to go to an anime convention with him, and yet they had. The two of them spent the whole day there, and Levi had a blast getting to experience something he loved with the one he loved. It was a wonderful combination of his favorite things! However, did MC enjoy it as much as he did? He wasn’t sure, already overthinking everything they had said and done during the convention.

“I’d love to,” MC responded without missing a beat.

“R-Really?” Levi asked, worried he may have misheard somehow. “You didn’t hate it?”

They shook their head. “Some of the stuff there was pretty cool. Plus, I liked seeing you look so happy and comfortable in your element. Make sure to let me know when the next one is, okay?”

Tears pricked at the corners of Levi’s eyes, overwhelmed with joy by MC’s answer. “I-I will! And, um, if there’s any place you really want to go to, let me know! Even if we’re surrounded by normies and extroverts, I’ll still go! B-Because I… I want to see you happy, too!”

“They say not to touch the artwork, but I have to ask... can I hold your hand?”

Satan’s grin widened as he observed MC’s reaction to his sudden flirty remark. He had invited them on a date to an art museum since both of them were curious about how the creative works in the Devildom and human world differed from each other. With the way it was going, it seemed more like an educational field trip than a date, prompting Satan to change his approach to the day’s activity. He was pleased with himself for having caught the human off-guard when he leaned in front of their line of sight to softly ask for their hand.

“Wh-Where did that come from?” MC inquired, playful nudging him away in an attempt to hide their blush.

Satan laughed lightly at their embarrassment. “What do you mean? We are on a date, aren’t we? Isn’t it natural that I’d want to hold my lovely partner’s hand? Besides, you’ve been looking at this piece for so long, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot I was here.”

Now it was MC’s turn to laugh, the familiar sound bringing a gentle warmth to the demon’s chest. Once they placed their hand in his, the two never separated for the remainder of the date.

“You always look beautiful to me.”

Asmodeus delicately lifted MC’s chin up so they could see that his expression matched the sincerity of his words. The two of them had gone out shopping for new clothes, and Asmo had suggested a variety of things for MC to try on in the dressing room. With each outfit they came out to present, Asmo gushed over them, showering them with adoration. However, when MC viewed their appearance in the mirror, nothing seemed to look right on them, and they ended up expressing this concern to Asmo when he noticed they weren’t acting like their usual self. They stared at their feet as they spoke, unable to face him from how they felt about themself in that moment. They weren’t expecting his remark or the way he brought their gaze up to rest on him.

“Even now, there’s a certain beauty in the sadness you’re showing,” Asmo continued, his hand moving to cradle their jaw while his thumb tenderly stroked their cheek. “No matter how you’re dressed or how you’re feeling, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, MC. And I’ll always see you that way.”

MC reached their hand up to place it over the hand he kept on their face. “Thank you, Asmo.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just telling you the truth. I’ll remind you as much as you need me to until you believe it, too--and even long afterwards, okay?”

“What do you mean you burnt the popcorn?”

Beelzebub rubbed the back of his hand in guilt when MC discovered the blackened kernels that were supposed to be part of their movie night snacks. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. MC had tasked him with watching over the popcorn heating on the HoL kitchen’s flaming stove top while they were putting the finishing touches on the sweet treats they had made. Beel’s focus had drifted from the popping kernels to MC’s figure, working diligently on the other side of the kitchen. Not even the wafting smells from the food around him could peel his eyes away from the human. As a result, he hadn’t noticed the popcorn burning until it was too late.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized with an expression rivaling that of a kicked puppy. “I just wanted to see what you were adding to the treats, but I ended up staring at you instead. I like how you look when you’re focused on something, and then I started thinking about how great those treats are going to taste because you’re the one working so hard on them. Everything you make always ends up tasting better than anything I eat at a restaurant or bakery. ...Then, before I knew it, the popcorn had been on the stove for too long. I’m really sorry for burning it, MC.”

It was difficult for MC to stay mad at Beel for an honest--and cute--mistake. “It’s all right, Beel. We’ll just pop another batch. I’ll even stay with you to watch over it this time.”

That was all it took for Beel’s wide grin to return. Still, after disposing of the burnt popcorn into his mouth, he couldn’t keep his loving gaze off the human beside him as the new batch of kernels popped on the stove.

“Nope! Not moving. Too comfy!”

That’s what I should be saying, Belphegor thought bitterly to himself after MC vocally refused to remove themself from his chest. The two of them had been studying for a while in MC’s room when Belphegor suggested they take a nap break. No amount of pouting or whining could pull MC away from their notes, so he reluctantly plopped himself on their bed, all alone. Well, that is, until he tricked them to come over because of a “hilarious picture Beel sent.” Once they were near, he pulled them down onto the bed with him and claimed that they had to take a break now with him since they were already there. As revenge for duping them, MC managed to situate themself to lay on his chest, which was one of his lesser preferred napping positions. Belphie wanted to be more upset, but he was actually kind of impressed they got the better of him. Still, that didn’t prevent him from complaining for a bit until he was too tired to do so anymore.

“Fine, I guess you can stay there then,” he conceded.

MC giggled triumphantly while snuggling closer to him. “Good! It’s rare that I get to rest on your chest like this. It’s nice.” They sighed in contentment as their eyes drooped shut.

Belphie wrapped an arm around them before following suit. When he thought about it, it really didn’t matter how his body was positioned when he slept with MC. He was satisfied just having them by his side. If it meant that the human he cared deeply for would stay with him and enjoy his company more, then he supposed he could let them lay on his chest more often.

“Oh, hello again!”

Diavolo greeted MC once more with a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear after bumping into them for the umpteenth time that day at RAD. What might have seemed like strange coincidences to MC were entirely intentional on the prince’s part. He had been wanting to see them more, but his duties typically kept him busy and farther away from the human whenever he wasn’t at RAD. So, he decided to find them every chance he got between classes that day in order to spend some time with them. As nice as these short interactions were, there was one last part to his plan that he was looking forward to the most, and since the school day had just ended, it was finally time to carry it out.

“Are you headed anywhere before returning home, MC?” Diavolo inquired.

“No,” they answered with a slight shake of their head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, they have a new live show at the aquarium featuring Black Dolphins and Devilkiller Sharks. It’s said to be an exciting experience you’ll never forget! I’ve been wanting to see it since it was first announced, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”

“Sure, sounds like fun!”

Diavolo beamed at their enthusiastic response. “Excellent! I’m so glad I’ll get to enjoy it with you. Ah, one other thing. It may run a bit late, so allow me to treat you to dinner as well afterward. …Perhaps we can call this a date, then?”

“Yeah, I somehow don’t think this was how the recipe was supposed to turn out...”

MC’s comment brought Barbatos’s attention to the deflated cake that they had recently taken out of the oven. MC wanted to recreate one of the cakes they saw at Madam Scream’s, and when they had asked Barbatos if he knew the recipe for it, he had instead voluntarily offered his assistance in making the dessert. Lately, he had been making more of a conscious effort to engage in activities with them outside of his usual responsibilities, and since it wasn’t often they got to be alone with the ever-busy royal butler, they readily accepted his help. Although, with the way the cake looked right then, they wondered if their baking skills with Devildom desserts were beyond even Barbatos’s help...

“Actually, this is how it’s supposed to look after being baked,” Barbatos explained reassuringly. “There’s one more ingredient we need to add while it’s still hot in order for it to take its proper shape. I prepared it before you arrived.”

He brought over a heart-shaped chocolate and dropped it within the opening the unique baking pan created in the middle of the cake. The candy quickly began to melt within the cake, causing it to rise until the chocolate completely filled the inside of it and oozed slightly out of the top.

“Whoa, how’d you do that?” MC questioned him, amazed by the magical sight.

“The recipe calls for a special kind of chocolate that can only be made by someone who has overflowing feelings for another.” Barbatos turned his head to make eye contact with them, a tender smile gracing his features. “So, you could say I simply filled our cake with love.”

“There’s nothing that could keep me from coming back to you. Nothing.”

MC stared back at Simeon in awe after he finished reading aloud the draft of the latest chapter in his manuscript. The angel author had invited them over to his room at Purgatory Hall to receive their input on a new story he’d been working on. He had been mulling over a pivotal scene between the two main characters for so long that every rewrite he did seemed worse than the previous version. MC noticed how absent-minded he was during one class at RAD, so when they had asked if something was wrong, he decided to seek their outside perspective on his writing. He must’ve done something right in the draft he read to them, considering they even started clapping once they recovered from their initial astonished reaction.

“That was amazing!” MC praised. “I felt like I was right there in the scene!”

“You did?” Simeon questioned them, a feeling of shock overtaking his bashfulness from their feedback. “How so, if you don’t mind telling me?”

“Your descriptions were so detailed I could picture exactly what the area looked like. And I could feel the tension in the air and the physical and emotional pain the characters were going through... You know, I actually lost myself for a bit. Like, I thought I was the love interest for a while there and you were the protagonist. …Is that weird?”

Simeon gazed back at them with a warmth that resonated in their chest. “Not at all. I’d say you understood the characters quite well.”

“Remind me why I love you, again?”

That was the first thing MC said when they saw the state Solomon was in after he had asked them to come over to Purgatory Hall and help him with a “small problem” he was having. He had been experimenting with Hell Jasmines to see if he could alter the effects its aroma had on demons, which resulted in him creating a scent that drove every cat within a 10 mile radius into the building. Simeon and Luke were out running errands, so he knew he needed to get this mess solved before they returned (if they even could among the sea of cats). And who better to call on for aid than his beloved fellow human?

“Ah…” Solomon trailed off while a cat leapt onto his shoulder to nuzzle the side of his head. “Because I’m a witty sorcerer who teaches you magic, cooks for you, and would do anything you ask? And...I love and appreciate you above all else?”

“That was almost correct,” MC noted, stepping around the swarming felines to reach where he was trapped by a group of them.

“Almost? What did I miss?”

“We can worry about that later. For now, I’ll keep the cats off you so that you can stop whatever is causing this.”

“Thanks, MC. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years ago

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 18 ~ There's A Chance We're Going to Disneyland

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.7K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

I am trying out a taglist. Please let me know if you would like to be added.

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

He’s going to the Super Bowl.

He took his team to the Super Bowl.

Chris wishes he could just throw up the anxiety that is coursing through his body. It would make his life easier.

Instead, he hears his girl’s voice.

Get out of your head baby. You got this.

He’s trying to finish his run around the track, warming up before hitting the gym. Ben is standing to the side, timing him. “Let’s go Evans, pick up the pace.” Chris pushes harder.

He’s going to the Super Bowl.

As he comes to an end, he slows and catches his breath, hands on knees, wishing the cold wasn’t trying to kill him. But Ben comes up and pats his back. “Good finish kid. Now let’s work that arm in the warm, k?”

Chris can only nod. He’s too cold right now for anything else. He walks in with Ben going over things they need to so when another voice calls out to him. “Chris!”

He looks at the team coordinator, Bobby, who is holding a phone. “What’s up?”

“You have an urgent call from your agent.”

Chris looks at Ben, who shrugs. Chris takes the phone and closes the door to the office. “This is Chris.”

“Chris, its Ryan. How are you?”

“Warming up for a workout.”

“Good to hear. Listen, I wouldn’t interrupt if I didn’t have really important news.”

“Oh. Okay. What’s up?”

*~*

The flight to Los Angeles was smooth. Charlie is bouncing in her seat between Becca and Chris. Becca can tell Chris is far away at the moment. “Baby, you ok?”

“Its’s just getting real Angel.” He smiles. “Everything is ok.”

“You seem far away.”

Chris lifts her hand and kisses her knuckles. “Just thinking. 10 months ago, my life changed. And maybe in a week it’ll change again. But I’m just hoping that you’ll be by my side.”

“Always love. Always,” she said as caressed his cheek.

Landing in Los Angeles, the paparazzi were all over the players. Sebastian, Anthony and Chris worked to keep the cameras from Becca, Charlie, Lizzy and Scarlett. As they climbed into the shuttle, Charlie bounced on Chris’s knee, waving at them. “Munchkin, stop it.”

“They like me daddy.”

Chris shook his head as they headed for their hotel. The calls he got at practice were weighing heavy on his mind and he knew he needed to talk to Becca about it soon. As everyone checked in, Becca instructed that the players needed to be downstairs by ten AM for media, but they were free for the rest of day. Becca turned to Chris and smiled. “Charlie is headed out with Scarlett and Anthony for a couple of hours.”

“Really?” Chris arched a brow and smirked. “What will we do?”

“Dinner and cuddles?”

“You read my mind Angel.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and headed back to the elevator. “I need to talk to you as well.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just, my agent called. I got a couple of offers for spots.”

Becca swallowed. “Oh. Ok, where?”

Chris opened their door and ushered her in. “Well, there is one from Las Vegas, one from San Francisco, one from Boston and from Pittsburgh.”

“What? Oh my… Chris that is amazing!” She hugged him. “Wow. So where did you decide?”

“I haven’t. Angel, you know I wouldn’t make this decision without you.”

Becca’s eyes shown. “Oh Chris, but your future…”

“Is with you and Charlie. Angel, we make this decision together. Now, the papers are in my bag and since you are way smarter than me, you tell me which is better.”

Becca giggled. “Ok.” Chris pulled all of the offers and Becca read through them. “Well, this offer from Las Vegas is a joke.”

Chris chuckled. “Ryan said that much more colorfully. So, Las Vegas out.” Becca nods with a smile. She keeps reading. “I mean the best offers are from Boston and Pittsburgh.”

“That’s what I thought as well. Maybe we should wait until after the game.”

“I think so too. We have a big weekend ahead of us.”

“I love you, Angel.” He kissed her forehead.

Avery and Rick landed the next day and was met by Becca, Chris and Charlie. “Hey sweetie!” Avery kissed her daughter’s cheek and then Chris. “You guys didn’t have to come get us.”

“Yes, we did,” Chris said as he heard a call from someone else.

“Yo! Dumbass!” Becca turned to see Scott waving for them.

“Yeah, that’s why,” Chris said as he hung his head. He turned towards Scott. “Hey! Was that necessary?”

Scott reached his brother and gave him a hug. “Keeps you humble.”

“Hi honey,” Lisa was right behind Scott. They hugged and Lisa went to greet Becca and Charlie. They hugged hard with Charlie clinging to her coat. “Hello my darling.”

“Hi Nana Lisa. Come meet my gamma.” Charlie pulled the woman to the other couple.

“Hi I’m Lisa, Chris’s mom.”

“Hello, I’m Avery, this is Rick, we are Becca’s parents.” Avery looked at the woman and opened her arms. “It’s so nice to meet you.” The women hugged as Becca and Chris watch.

“Told you Angel.”

“Whatever,” she replied with a smile.

As the teams got closer to the big day, Chris was getting more and more nervous. Of course, he was nervous about the game, but he had other things on his mind. As he was walking down to breakfast, he spotted the one person he needed to speak to.

“Rick? Do you have a moment?”

“Sure, Chris, what’s up?”

“Umm, can we walk?” He headed out to the pool deck of the hotel. It was abandoned as it was cold for Los Angeles. “I needed to talk to you about something.”

“Is there a problem? Becca? Charlie?”

“Yes, wait no, I mean. Ok, sorry, I’m a little nervous.” He took a deep breath. “Becca and I are talking about the future, I got a few offers this week that you may know about.” Rick nodded but didn’t interrupt. “And while we haven’t made a decision yet, I'm realizing that if my future is our future, then I needed to talk to you.”

“Ok, I don’t understand.”

“Rick, I love your daughter and your granddaughter so much and while I don’t know when, I know that I want to marry your daughter. So I’m asking for your blessing to ask Becca to marry me.”

“Is there a chance that you will stay in Pittsburgh?”

“The decision is between that and Boston.”

Rick closed his eyes. “Chris, after everything that happened, it would be an honor to call you son.” He shook Chris’s hand, who was in a little bit of shock before pulling him in for a hug. “You are a good man Chris Evans, and you are perfect for my girls. I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

“Thank you, sir, really.”

“When do you plan on doing this?”

“I need to get a ring. I just knew that when we make this decision, I wanted you to know I was making the right choice and doing right by Becca. She has been my Angel and I wouldn’t want you to think that I disrespected your family like that.”

“Chris, it may have taken me a while to warm up to the idea, but I know you will always put my girls first. That’s all I can ask for.”

There are few days in the year where the country stops and watches. One Sunday in particular is basically a holiday. Some have suggested that the Monday after should be a bank holiday if only to recover from the hangover of the big game. Football is life for some, and everyone participates.

It’s a party atmosphere inside So-Fi stadium. Everyone is ready to see the Steelers and the Eagles, a battle for Pennsylvania in California. Everyone is ready for a good game. The teams take the field, and the battle begins.

Becca is nervous, watching her man go to work. She’s happy that her mother and Chris’s are here to help with Charlie because she is nauseous, anxious to see if Chris can pull this off. Scott comes over with a beer for her. “Here.”

Becca looks and smiles, “no thank you.”

“You’re not drinking?”

“I can’t. I feel so sick right now from all this anxiety. I want this so much for Chris.”

“And a beer might calm the nerves.” He offers again.

“I’m not like that,” she says with a chuckle. “The alcohol will just make it worse.”

“Oh, ok. Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks Scott, Maybe just hold my hand.”

“I can do that, future sis-in-law.” He took her hand and they watched.

The Eagles come out strong in the first half, sending Chris reeling for a bit. Studying their film, he knew they were tough, but their defense is strong. Both Sebastian and Anthony have taken hard hits during the game and Chris has been sent scrambling more than normal. At half time, Coach Tomlin speaks to his team.

“Gentlemen, I know they are tough. I know they are ruthless. But so are we! We have persevered through personal tragedies; professional bull shit and we have made it here. Let’s refocus, let’s get back to Steelers football! I believe in this team. I believe in this organizations. We have 30 minutes to turn this around. Bring it in.” The team gathers. “Persevere on three. One, two, three...”

“Persevere!” Chris grabs his helmet and heads back out. He looks around and he spots her. She waves furiously and bends down to pick up his little munchkin and point him out to her. No matter the outcome, he knows he still won this season. The Steelers are getting the ball first after kickoff. Chris huddles his players and calls the play. They set up and Chris winked at Anthony and nodded at Sebastian. “Blue 80, go!”

Anthony ran in front of Chris to fake a handoff. He ran while the Eagles defenders chased Anthony. Chris kept the ball and launched it to an open Sebastian down the field. He caught it and ran it for thirty yards before being tackled from behind.

The Steelers played aggressively the rest of the game, working hard not to give an extra inch to the Eagles. There are two minutes left on the clock and the Steelers are still down by four.

The two-minute drill is perfected by every team. The offense learns what plays they can run the fastest to gain the most yardage and hopefully leaving the defense guessing. It’s something that Ben and Chris spent countless hours planning and executing. Chris is a general, moving his soldiers in place. In the huddle, Chris’s hands shake for a second as he thinks of what play to run.

“Chris, buddy, breathe,” his center, Kendrick Green tells him. He can see the signs that Chris is about to panic. “Tell me, is Charlie excited for Disneyland?”

“What?” It’s enough to bring Chris out of panic mode.

“Well, we have a chance to go to Disneyland right now, and I was wondering if she’s excited to go.” Kendrick gives him a smile.

Chris gives his own smile. “We haven’t told her yet.” He takes a deep breath. “Ok, lets go Blue 52, on 1, ready?”

“Break!” The team lines up in formation and Chris is in shotgun stance. “Ready?! Blue 52, Blue 52, hut!”

The team moves, opening a lane for Anthony to run but it closes quickly. Two seconds pass and Chris see that Sebastian has broken free but is already far down the field. He scrambles away from a couple of defenders, plants his feet and launches to ball.

Chris is knocked down, but he lifts his head to watch. He prays to himself, please don’t be like New Orleans. Let him catch it.

And he closes his eyes.

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justice4canyonmoon · 4 years ago

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Omg the last request was so good. Could you maybe write something about Harry getting fucked by a vibrator?

I absolutely can!! Like I said before, sub! Harry is my favorite!! This could be seen as a continuation of this ask, but can also definitely be seen as a standalone!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

Warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! anal fingering, using a vibrator, a singular spank, sub! harry

WC: 1.2k

Normally, your vibrator was exclusively used on you. On nights when Harry was on tour and he couldn’t take care of you, you would take matters into your own hands, fucking yourself with the purple object with his name on your lips and his body on your mind. And when Harry was home, it laid in the back of your drawer, untouched, since you and Harry were quite...active when he was around. But now, you had different plans for its use.

The two of you had established that Harry enjoyed when you took control, and he also ended up enjoying when your fingers were in his hole. While fingering him was fun, you wanted to move on to bigger and better things, and Harry did, too. So, you figured that you’d drag that vibrator out of storage and use it on him instead. When you propositioned the idea to him while having yet another Lord of the Rings marathon, a deep pink blush spread across his cheeks as he enthusiastically nodded his consent.

That’s how you ended up here on one of his days off, with him on his hands and knees on the bed and you behind him, using one hand to steady his hips and the other to push two lube-coated fingers into him. The vibrator and the lube were laying behind you, still there from when he had just used it on you (he insisted on making you cum first, since he had a feeling he’d be too tired to do it afterwards), now poised and ready for use on him. Soft whimpers and moans were falling from his lips as he pushed back on your fingers, meeting their every thrust.

“Feel good, baby?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, “Y-yeah. S’ good, love. More, p-please.”

It was always hard for you to refuse him, especially when he begged so sweetly. You gave one of his cheeks a little squeeze with your free hand as you added a third finger, stretching him out even further in preparation for what was to come. He whined desperately and arched his back, and you knew if you looked at his face, it would be bright red, and his untamed curls would be sticking to his forehead. You took your time stretching him open, until you were absolutely sure he was ready to take more.

Once you thought he was sufficiently prepared, you told him, “Gonna pull out now, okay?”

He nodded again, finding it difficult to find his voice. But he whined out his dissatisfaction with being empty, his hole clenching around nothing as you lubed up the vibrator.

“Patience, Harry,” you chastised, “good things come to those who wait, not to those who complain.”

He swallowed hard, “‘M sorry, honey. Jus’ a bit worked up. Promise I’ll be good.”

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the small of his back, “There’s my good boy.”

You saw his body flush from the praise, making you smirk as you finished prepping the vibrator. You drizzled a bit more lube on his hole, making him hiss at the feeling of the cold liquid.

“Gonna just put it in you first and see how you like it before I make it vibrate. Sound good?” you questioned.

“Yeah. Sounds perfect,” he replied, sticking his ass out a bit.

You smirked, giving one of his cheeks a little smack before grasping the vibartor and bringing it to his hole. You slowly pushed it in, looking for any signs of discomfort from your lover. But your search, thankfully, came up fruitless. Like the first time you pushed your fingers inside of him, a guttural moan sounded from deep in his chest, and his body was actually fairly relaxed, telling you that he was comfortable. You worked it in until about half of it was inside of him.

“Still good?” you checked.

He nodded vigorously, “D-definintely. It’s amazin’ b-baby.”

“Good,” you cooed, pulling it out before thrusting it back in slowly, “only want you to feel good, sweet boy.”

He moaned loudly as you thrusted the object in and out of him, pushing back on the vibrator like he was with your fingers. The sight in front of you was so fucking hot. Watching your boyfriend thoroughly enjoy getting fucked by your vibrator was incredibly erotic, and if he hadn’t made you cum twice already, you knew there would be a waterfall between your thighs.

“Ready for me to turn it on?”

“Yeah. N-need it s’ b-bad, please,” he begged.

You obliged, turning the vibrator onto its lowest setting to start off. Harry cried out in response, his arms giving out and his torso collapsing onto the bed, sticking his ass up in the air.

You smirked smugly, “So it’s good, then?”

All you got was a whine in response as he did his best to meet the thrusts of the vibrator. Well, if he was so far gone that he couldn’t even speak, he definitely liked it. You flicked it up to its medium setting, and he thrashed against the sheets, incoherent sentences spilling from his lips. You increased the speed of your thrusts, smirking when he completely collapsed, not even able to fuck himself against it anymore. Suddenly, the noises he was making were punctuated by a particularly loud cry.

“Right there?” you murmured, jabbing the vibrator into the spot.

He sobbed out a “fuck” as you hit that spot over and over, knowing that you found his prostate. And he practically screamed when the vibrator turned to its highest setting. That, in combination with your hand tugging his cock, had him seeing stars. He came harder than he thought he ever had, seemingly unending ropes of the liquid spilling from his cock. You pumped him through it and continued to lazily thrust the vibrator in him as his orgasm took over him.

When it finally ended, Harry slumped into the sheets, barely even able to move. You dotted sweet kisses down his spine and on his neck, murmuring soft praises into his skin. After taking a few moments to breathe, Harry flipped over so he was facing you. He looked like a beautiful mess. As predicted, his face was fire-engine red and his curls were sticking to his forehead from the sweat. His eyes were slightly glossy, and his pink lips were curved up in a shy smile.

You leaned down and kissed his forehead, “Was that good for you, Harry?”

“It was s’ good. Thank y’,” he replied, leaning forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss.

You smiled into the kiss, loving the soft contact after the sensuality of the previous moments.

“Be right back, love,” you said, before heading to your bathroom.

You returned with a cloth, wiping all of the sweat and cum off of him before directing him to get off of the bed. You changed the now ruined sheets as he stared up at you with moony eyes from his spot on the floor. When you had finished, you guided him back onto the sheets. You laid on your back and he rested his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he melted into the contact.

“I love you, Harry,” you whispered.

“I love y’, too, honey,” he replied softly.

Soon, you felt his breathing even out, signaling that he had fallen deep in the clutches of sleep. You gently kissed his forehead once more, before allowing yourself to do the same, both of you succumbing to the exhaustion that your previous activities set in your bones.

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

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remsmoonlight · 3 years ago

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— title : just drive

— word count : 1.6k words

— pairing : rick grimes x reader

— summary : never had the inability to drive been a reason to divulge, nor had it been a problem. until a horde of walkers are trailing behind you, that is.

— warnings : swearing, implication of anxiety, mentions of death / potential car accidents, mentions of blood and gore

note: two imagines in two days i can’t believe my productivity, i thought it would be funny that being unable to drive in a zombie apocalypse would be funny because it would be such a useful ability to have ( ahem ahem my non driving ass ) this was meant to be like 500 words but it got away from me, anyways enjoy three hours of my nonsense!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* requests are open ! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Burning. The sensation is fierce as you fight your own body to force more oxygen into your airways, to power you along to escape the deathly growls that follow behind you. Paranoia stokes its own fire, the feeling that walkers are much closer than they actually are push you to lighter steps in the barren dirt, the only tracks laid into its path are the ones you are currently forming with every inch you put between you.

Exactly how you’d gotten into this situation is not something you mind wants to visit currently, more concerned with your current predicament.

“ We’ll turn left up ahead, we passed a few cars a while back. “

“ That's as good a plan as any. “ You rush out in one breath, the words with a ghostly tone while you try to find your voice. Everything hurts, the idea of more running is not something you find appealing.

You wonder if the walkers are able to run, any thought to distract yourself from the aching your muscles feel at the physical exertion you’re being put through. For a fraction of a fleeting second, you turn your gaze backwards, your eyes running across the line of walkers that want to make the sky above you rain with your blood across the greenery as you flee. They do a very good job of speed walking, the amount of energy they have for being dead is something that unnerves you. Even after you have caffeine in your bloodstream, you have never had this much energy. What is their secret?

Tears blur your sight as you set your eyes on a graveyard of cars, dust that covers every inch of the metal machines show their age.

“ Rick! “ You exclaim, a new flower of hope blooming in your voice as your finger shakily raises to point in the direction of the car park. “ Over there! “

Both of you split instantly as you reach the space, your hands tugging at the handles of the vehicles, wishing with every fibre of your beings that one is unlocked — or at the very least, there is a key to unlock them nearby. Extremely nearby.

“ This one! “ Your voice carries over the distance resoundingly, the door opens with a click that blesses your hearing.

“ Yeah.. We’re lucky today. “ Rick mumbles to himself, flinging the bags that had been weighing on his shoulders into the back.

In the suddenness of the situation, your heart plummets below with a steep drop that you swore will not end. I can’t fucking drive. You gasp at the realisation of it, desperation twisting and contorting around the entirety of your body.

“ Rick.. “ Turning towards Rick swiftly, you pause in your confession. An uncomfortable heat warms your cheeks as you study him, unsure of how he would react during the worst possible moment for the disclosure. “ We need to switch places! “

“ What? “ His brows knit together as he asks you, confusing misting him completely. “ Why? Start the car! “

“ I do — I can’t drive! “

The confession leads Rick to momentarily splutter in response, his words cowering under the veil that is his tongue. Colour drains from his features, a continuous slap against the back of the car’s window from a lone walker ahead of the horde pushes him into a brisk movement. The action is awkward, the lack of space threatening to cause harm in the form of bruises from knocking limbs against various parts of its interior.

“ Just drive! “

With a haggard start, you examine the way your surroundings appear to move, realising that the vehicle is awake and increasing with speed as it puts space between you and the dead. You lean your head against the window, one of your hands moves towards the temple of your head to message some of the tension of almost being eaten away. That had been too close for comfort.

“ Uh, y’know I gotta ask — “

“ How I can’t drive, right? “ You finish, your eyes roll in response, you know he’s going to find too much amusement in making fun of you.

“ And how you made it this far. “ He drawls, humour embedded in his response as his eyes continue to survey the road ahead.

Your teeth bite the side of your cheek, with strength that almost is able to draw the crimson liquid that lays beneath your flesh. Lips purse at the enjoyment you can feel radiating off of his body, as it wishes itself into existence.

“ I don’t know! “ You grumble loudly, your shoulders lift temporarily in response. “ I’m just always with someone who knows how to operate one of these things. “

“ You never learnt before? “

“ I mean.. I always had a fear of driving. No reason, just the thought that one wrong move and.. “ a shudder rips through your body with a blinding pace, your fingers lay tapping at your thigh. “ I could cause an accident, or even be in one would scare me to death! “

“ That’s understandable. “ Rick nods, glancing in your direction before breaking out in a grin. “ Kinda. “

A heavy groan vibrates inside of the car, you throw your hands up in the air as you realise he’s one of the worst people to divulge this information to. Your addition to the group hadn’t occurred as earlier as most of them, they’d been kind enough to accept you into their family after escaping Terminus. On a rare night, nightmares of that cursed location shatters the mirror of a dreamy slumber into a thousand shards that scar your mind for the nights that follow. Echoes of screams from those captured, treated no more than a prize cow that awaits its slaughter to service those with the butcher’s knife.

Truthfully, you’d gravitated towards the man. With the amount of trauma you’d been through, the way that when he speaks, you craved the comfort his words never lost. Certainty and confidence are still with him today, often leading you to believe everything will be alright. Even if the road between Georgia and Alexandria had been filled with gore and tears, everything has turned out fine. So far.

“ You are being so annoying right now. “ Cursing the man, you show him your middle finger.

Rick says nothing, he merely chuckles in response. You almost allow your mind to tread into the murky waters of the man you used to know and the transformation into the man he is now.

“ I just.. “ shaking his head, the cheeky glint in his eyes only sparkles more as it grows in size. “ How d’you not run into this problem earlier? “

“ I don’t know! “

“ It’s nothin’ short of amazin’. “ a gust of air is released from his lips, only now does he realise they’re dehydrating from the amount of running done that afternoon.

Trees and bushes blend into one another, creating a vivid merging of shades, providing a soothing palette to paint the most tranquil of artworks. You envy the way life has flourished under the lack of human traffic, trampling the environment without a care, you wish you could undergo the same change the way it has. The human mind has a way of making obstacles difficult for itself.

“ I just.. Can’t help but find it funny. Drivin’s.. It’s a way of survivin’ when you got more than one of them on your ass. “

“ Well I guess I am an outlier to that rule. “ your brows move with the motions your head makes as you try to muster an air of superiority over the notion.

You find yourself wishing you hadn’t succumbed to your fears, that you’d bit the bullet and studied and practiced as much as humanly possible. The fear of driving hadn’t been the only thing that stopped you from pursuing the ability, but the idea of having to take a written exam and an actual driving test? The two often colliding in an infinite clash of wills that left your insides in a constant, battered wreck every time you thought about the idea.

All you want is to be able to do that one thing, after all, so many had done so before. You’re sure that everyone, minus the children, are able to drive. Such a simple thing, you’d never thought would prove to be such a thorn in your side when you’d take the train to work. Life has a way of stitching together a set of circumstances only to treat them like dominos, destroying the work with little regard as it watches them fall one by one. The carefully nursed structure is a shell of what it used to be, the resting place of what could have been.

“ You didn’t give up, y’kept fightin’. I’ve seen people able to hotwire these things taken down. It ain’t the car that keeps a person alive, it’s them. “ He assures you warmly, as much as he wants to continue to find amusement in lacking what is now deemed as a life skill, it doesn’t take a genius to realise you’re becoming annoyed by the poking and the prodding his humour brings.

“ That’s oddly.. Uplifting. “

“ I do say these things from time to time, no need to sound so surprised. “

“ They’re so rare I forget. “ A smirk lifts the corner of your lips as you eye the man from the side. It is your turn to laugh now.

Light hearted chatter fills the limited space, conversation flowing just that little bit more freely now that danger no longer pursues you in earnest. You’re thankful for a drop of normalcy in a sea of skeletons that surround the world now, you can pretend that — even for a little, it’s a normal day.

“ What d’you say to havin’ some drivin’ lessons? “

#rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x reader #twd imagine #rick grimes fic #twd fic

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amjustagirl · 4 years ago

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2.4k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm.

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Their daughter enters the world squalling, tiny and pink and bloodied and somewhat wrinkled but healthy which is all that really matters), and Atsumu’s eyes widen before immediately filling with tears when the doctor places her in his arms.

‘You did amazin’, darlin’ he whispers, running his finger against their daughter’s cheek reverently. ‘She’s perfect’.

‘Make sure you count ten fingers and toes before you say that’, she manages to say before dropping her head back into the pillow, bone weary from her labour, and he laughs through his tears.

They name her Shino, which means stem of bamboo. She reasons that if their daughter is going to take the Miya family name, she should in fairness have a name that represents her side of the family – and besides, she’d always been drawn to the whimsicalness of the tale of the bamboo cutter, but thought naming her baby ‘Kaguya’ might be a little on the nose. Atsumu’s grandmother isn’t terribly pleased, but her stoic father bursts into tears when they tell him, and immediately sends over a crate full of toys carved out of the bamboo from their family’s ancestral grove.

The press has a field day when MSBY’s PR team releases news of their marriage and Shino’s birth, but thankfully the full weight of the team’s PR machine manages to twist the coverage to repackage Atsumu’s image as a wholesome family man, so the articles remain relatively positive. Still, they’re forced to sit through a number of photo shoots to keep the press happy, and she shudders at the office gossip she knows she’ll have to face when she returns back to work.

His teammates crowd to greet Shino when she brings her out for one of their matches for the first time. Atsumu presents Shino proudly to his teammates - ‘look at what I made’, he demands, dangling her in his hands so they can ooh and ahh over the little girl - ‘ I learnt it from one of those kiddie cartoons I watched at night when she wouldn’t sleep!’ he tells her later when she scolds him for the precarious hold.

She has to shoo Hinata and Bokuto away when they try to hand Shino a volleyball, the ball looking comically big against the baby girl. Sakusa stands at a respectful distance away, but hands her an adorable onesie in MSBY’s black and gold, wrapped carefully in plastic. The corner of his eyes crinkle behind his mask when he tells her it’s so Shino can support them properly at their next game.

‘Aww, Omi-omi! I always knew you liked me deep down inside’ Atsumu crows, bouncing on the balls of his feet and clapping his hands.

‘You’re insane to marry him’, Sakusa tells her, refusing to even acknowledge Atsumu’s tomfoolery.

‘Maybe I am’, she grins, warmth furling and unfurling in her chest.

Despite her initial fears, Atsumu falls head over heels for Shino, and continues to allow their baby daughter to wrap him around her tiny finger. He wakes up without complaint for night feedings, spends nights pacing their little apartment coaxing Shino to bed, and straps her on his broad chest for what his pronounces ‘daddy-daughter’ adventures during the off-season when she’s away during the day for work. On weekends, they bring Shino to the park to watch the birds and the clouds in the sky, to the aquarium to watch the fish in the sea, and to the museum to marvel at dinosaur bones from a distant past.

It’s at the museum that Shino says her first word, sitting between Atsumu’s legs in the museum sandbox, digging her chubby hands in the sand in search of fake fossils.

‘Say that again’, Atsumu laughs wetly, pressing kisses to the top of their little girl’s head.

‘Oto-san!’, Shino crows, the look on her face so reminiscent of Atsumu’s expression whenever he’s pleased with herself that she’s torn between feeling pride at her precocious little girl - and horror that she’s going to have her hands full with a mini-Atsumu.

‘You’re daddy’s little girl, aren’t you, princess?’ Atsumu says proudly, and Shino claps her hands as he cuddles her close to his chest. He later tries his level best to empty out the museum gift store of toys to commemorate the day and she has to slap his hands from tossing in ‘just one more toy’ into their checkout basket.

‘Are you happy, ‘Tsumu?’ she asks him later, after they put Shino to bed.

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ he asks with a puzzled frown. ‘I have everything I need.’

‘Just checking’, she replies, her doubts forgotten when he tugs her into bed.

For Shino’s first birthday, both their families squeeze into their apartment to celebrate by strapping a giant piece of mochi that Osamu made to her back, a tradition to rid young children of any impurities. Atsumu nearly trips over himself trying to capture a photo of the auspicious moment Shino falls over on her butt, and showers kisses on her proudly when she does not cry.

They also carry out the erabitori ceremony, setting in front of Shino several objects symbolising the various paths she might choose in the future. Aside from the common items like an abacus, writing brush or books, her brothers insist on including a knife (sheathed, of course), earning raised eyebrows of Atsumus’s family. Osamu tosses in a kitchen spoon and Atsumu naturally places a volleyball right in the center of the spread.

‘Cheatin’ pig’, Osamu mutters when Shino ends up picking the volleyball (attracted by its bright colours, he maintains), but Atsumu ignores him, tossing the little girl in the air in delight.

‘Darlin’, come take a look at this! Kageyama-kun’s playing his first game in Rome, and it looks like - I can’t believe this, why does his technique look better than before?! What - is the water he’s drinkin’ overseas magic or something? How’s he getting so good?’

‘Tsumu, could you keep it down? I just got Shino to bed, and I really need to finish the work I didn’t have time to do ‘cos I took over her pick-up today’. She replies wearily, typing furiously at her laptop.

‘Sorry. I’ll pop over to chat with ‘Samu then, be back late!’

She nods distractedly as she hears the door click behind her back.

‘I can’t believe I screwed up so badly at practice today’ Atsumu grouses, chin propped up on the wooden countertop of Onigiri Miya in between mouthfuls of food. ‘I kept missing my serves, and then that asshole Omi-omi dared to laugh when I ran around trying to get my head back into the game –‘

‘Tsumu’. Osamu cuts in, setting another onigiri in front of him. ‘As much as I want to listen to you complain about your no-good, very-bad day, could’ya help your poor wife out a little bit?’

‘Thanks ‘Samu’, she musters the energy to give him a distracted smile, juggling a bowl of rice porridge she’s trying to persuade Shino to eat and preventing said little girl from smearing rice grains all over the place.

Atsumu plops Shino onto his lap, and continues talking over her head. She takes the opportunity to stuff her face with food – glorious food, and doesn’t notice when he maintains a sullen silence as they walk home.

A hush ripples across the stands like a tsunami when Atsumu gets substituted midway during the last set of the match. She isn’t surprised, not when he started playing badly during the set – there was a little kid that screeched just as he was about to serve, and he’d hit the ball way out of bounds. That had been the start of his downward spiral during the game – his dump shots got picked up, his blocks weren’t quite on point, and worst of all – he’d somehow managed to misjudge the timing of a toss to Hinata-kun, the ginger haired spiker looking confused when the ball missed his hand.

He’d stormed off the court the minute the referee’s whistle sounded, frustration and anger written all over his face and she’d made a beeline for the locker room, tucking a sleeping Shino into her carrier. She can hear him yelling (at himself, most likely) and the distinct sound of flesh hitting metal, and is about to burst in to comfort him when Sakusa steps neatly in front of her to block her way.

‘Sakusa-kun’, she greets him, eyes darting towards the door.

‘Miya-san’, he nods at her, face already hidden behind his usual mask. ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea to disturb him just yet.’

She opens her mouth to object, but Meian Shugo, the team’s broad shouldered, good natured captain, plants a hand on her shoulder to gently steer her away. ‘It’s not a pleasant sight when he’s in a funk’, he tells her quietly. ‘Let us deal with it, we’re used to him. Do you need me to call you a cab?’

‘He’s my husband – I should be the one to deal with him’ , she wants to say – but doesn’t, because Shino jolts awake and starts to wail. ‘It’s fine’, she does say, hushing her little girl. ‘I’ll hitch a ride home with ‘Samu instead’.

She meant to stay up to wait for Atsumu, give him his usual kiss and listen to him talk about his day, but she’s out like a light when her head hits the pillow (it’s been a long day, in her defense) , and she has to leave in the morning for work before he wakes.

‘Everyone has their off days, but you’re an incredible setter, you know?’ she does tell him that night over dinner. Shino squeals and smashes her hand into the bowl of food.

‘Of course I am’, he frowns at her, almost as if he thinks it’s odd for her to even feel the need to say that, and turns away to ruffle Shino’s hair.

She waits by herself in the lobby of her office building for five minutes before she gives in to her impatience and calls him.

‘Tsumu? Weren’t we supposed to meet for lunch today?’

‘Oh shit – I’m sorry, doll, I promised Hinata-kun that I’ll come in for extra practice today. I’ll make it up to you some other day, ok?’

She sighs through her nose. ‘Ok – have fun dear’, she replies reluctantly, and he ends the call before she can say any more.

She can feel the gaze of her colleagues on her back, and plasters a smile on her face before marching off to her favourite dessert place, comforting herself with a box of mochi. She buys an extra box for Osamu (they had a specialty flavour just for the season, and she knows he’s been dying to try that) , and drops it off on the way back home.

Atsumu complains about only getting one piece of mochi when Osamu sends him a picture of her gift – she can imagine him gloating even though the picture is unaccompanied by any text.

‘You don’t even like chestnut!’ she scolds Atsumu, and he sulks.

‘Tsumu! Could you come help zip me into my dress?’ she calls, checking her watch impatiently. The babysitter should arrive in five minutes to take care of Shino for the night while they’re away at the team’s annual gala party.

‘Yknow’, we’d get there a lot faster if you hadn’t sold your old scooter’, he tells her, as he steps into the room, immaculately dressed in his best suit.

‘I told you – it’s not practical to keep a scooter around when we have a young child’, she answers, already weary of a conversation they’ve had multiple times before.

‘I’m just sayin’, he says lightly. ‘Oof – sorry, darlin’, the zip ain’t budgin’.

‘But it fit perfectly fine the last time I wore it’, she frowns.

‘You must’ve put on some weight’, he says absently, the heat of his hand burning on her hip even after he walks away.

‘Tsumu, seriously? I told you yesterday morning that we’re out of milk powder and diapers!’ she growls into her phone, cramming her way onto the subway. ‘Fine – whatever, you go for training, I’ll deal with it myself’, she ends the call, dropping her phone like a hot stone into her pocket.

She runs to the supermarket during her lunch break, cursing herself for wearing heels instead of more comfortable flats, picking up two packs of diapers, a double can of milk powder, and a pack of wipes on discount - all things Atsumu should have picked up last night, but he claimed he was too busy with training and club events to pay attention to a simple errand like this –

She’s so lost in her thoughts she doesn’t notice when her foot misses the curb and lands on her knees in the dust, the contents of her bags spilling onto the road. There are scores of people on the street but no one stops to offer their assistance, so she ignores the searing pain to pick her precious supplies up before they’re lost in the crowd.

The blood from the cuts on her knees drips down her calves, and she limps her way back to the office.

‘Trouble in paradise?’ Yuna-san asks with a curious smirk on her face when she heads back to her seat, eyes red, knees wrapped with white bandages.

‘No, nothing like that’, she answers the office gossip, keeping her voice deliberately light.

Atsumu only grunts when she asks him that night how his day went, kneeling down to greet Shino with a hug.

‘Won’t be stayin’ for dinner, got a team event at night’, Atsumu calls out to her, one foot out of the door.

‘What? You should’ve told me earlier, I’m already halfway through preparing dinner’, she shouts back, hacking at the vegetables on the chopping board with a vengeance.

His only reply is a slam of the door, which startles Shino enough to cry. In her hurry to get to her daughter, her hand on the knife slips, and she cuts open her hand.

The space beside her remains empty throughout the night, and she falls asleep pretending the only pain she feels is from the bleeding gash on her hand. She’s so exhausted she does not wake until her alarm rings, not even when the surge of rain overnight batters her windows and water floods the streets.

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writingfandomfeels · 4 years ago

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Santa Fe Part 2

Dream Come True

Part 2 of the Santa Fe Series

Summary: All your New York dreams are coming true as you get ready to leave after another night of performing at Medda’s. Jack comes backstage to congratulate you on your performance and things get heated.

Smut between ~~~

Fall was just around the corner and you were living your dream. Not only had you landed your dream career of singing on stage every night, but somehow along the way you also fell in love. And lucky for you he even felt the same way.

Alone in the communal dressing room, you sat perched on a stool in front of one of the illuminated mirrors, taking off your makeup and getting ready to go home. It would get pretty packed in there with so many girls sharing the space so you preferred to wait until the other singers and dancers had already left rather than fighting for a space. You heard a knock followed by Jack peering in from the doorway.

“Hey,” you greeted, “sorry, I’m almost ready, just give me a few more minutes.”

“Maybe I can help.” He smiled, coming up behind you. He placed a soft kiss to your neck before working on undoing your corset for you. “You was amazin’ tonight darlin’... as always.”

You blushed, knowing where Jack was hoping to take this. “I promise we can get home soon.” The sentence suddenly sparked an idea you’d been considering mentioning for a while now. “Oh, hey,” you started, “speaking of which… I was thinking… it’s gonna be getting colder soon.”

He continued unlacing the corset, but glanced up at you in the mirror, confusion evident in his expression. He went back to the corset, waiting for you to make your point.

“And, I mean, as much as you know I love sleeping up in your penthouse with you, I was thinking… maybe it’s time for a roof?”

“Whatta’ you gettin’ at?” He asked, finishing now and taking off the corset so you were only in your slip now. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head on top of yours, staring at you in the mirror.

“What if we got a place… together?” You suggested.

Surprise hit his face. In the past he’d never thought that could ever be possible for him, but now…?

“Between you illustrating for The World and me working here for Medda, I think we could really do it. I’ve seen ads for some really cheap rooms for rent and I don’t know, I think it might not be a bad idea.” You turned in your seat to face him, trying to read his expression which appeared to be neutral as he considered it.

You certainly didn’t feel like what you had was just a summer fling, but you hadn’t exactly talked about the future with each other. The L word had been exchanged already but what if he didn’t really mean it as a ‘I love you and want a future with you’ type of thing, what if it was more of a ‘I love you and this thing between us is neat for the moment.’ And sure, even though you practically did live together already, you were living with him on a rooftop, which required way less commitment and certainly wouldn’t do for the upcoming winter months.

“You don’t have to come up with an answer right now. You can think about it if you need to.” You quickly added.

A smile grew on Jack’s face. “What’s there t’ think about? Are you kiddin’ me? A’course I wanna get a place with you!” He responded.

You stood to kiss him and he immediately took you into his arms.

You kissed him with an innocence sprouted from the hope and excitement of your growing future together, but he kissed back with a hunger you should have expected based off of earlier. His hands roamed down to squeeze your ass as he deepened the kiss and you felt him begin to guide the two of you over to the red velvet chaise near the clothing rack. The heat was quickly growing between you both and you realized he wouldn’t want to hold on until you were back at the lodge. And if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t sure you wanted to either.

~~~

Laying you down on the chaise, he hovered above you, and began pulling off your slip. He trailed wet kisses down your body with a few gentle bites thrown in too as he slid the fabric down. You let your eyes flutter closed as you took in the sensation, feeling him reaching your hip and biting it, definitely leaving a mark there. He ran his hand down the center of your body before using it to part your legs. You felt his fingers gently slide across your slit.

“Damn, you so wet already babygirl.” He remarked, lightly teasing your clit with the tip of his finger.

Your breath was already coming out heavier from this. You opened your eyes. “And you sir,” you smiled, “are wearing way too much clothes.”

He smirked. He’d been so distracted by the desire to see your body before him like this that he’d forgotten to undress himself. Quickly he moved to unbutton and pull off his vest, shirt, and tank while you worked on his pants. He was still undressing when you slid your hand into his pants and palmed his hard length, causing a surprised gasp to fall out of his mouth. Normally he was the one who liked to surprise you with sudden pleasure, but this time you’d turned the tables on him and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

He leaned close to your ear. “Don’t you dare start ‘til I say so.” He growled.

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “Sure thing, boss.” You knew how calling him that always got him going, and by the look in his eye he was growing simply ravenous to have you.

He stood, yanking his pants and underwear off, tossing them to the floor, never breaking eye contact with you. He climbed back on top of you, taking your head into his hand and bringing your lips to his as he roughly kissed while simultaneously pushing himself inside you. Gasping against his mouth as you felt him fill you, you bit at his lip now to let him know how good it felt and to encourage him to keep going. He began to thrust into you, quickly building up momentum.

“Oh, fuck, Jack.” You moaned, craving to feel him deeper and deeper.

Sometimes Jack liked to take things slow and gradually build you up, but other times, like tonight, he wanted to cut straight to it.

“I been wantin’ you all night, you know that?” he asked before continuing. “You looked so fucking good up there. On stage. My temptress.” He groaned the last word out. “In that tight dress, with ya’ voice soundin’ like a damn angel.”

You breathed out another moan at his words.

“You like that? My angel.” He repeated the words as he thrust harder. “Pretty dirty for an angel.”

“Only with you.” You commented between strained breaths, your hands up in his hair.

Your bodies pulsed against each other in rhythmic desperation and you felt yourself coming closer to your undoing. Feeling your body begin to shake and squirm under him, Jack squeezed your thigh.

“Not yet darlin’, not yet.” He breathed, his voice gruff.

“Jack, I-” you yelped as he hit a new spot in you, “I don’t know- if I can hold on.”

“You can, and ya’ will.” He said against your ear. If there was one thing Jack absolutely loved in the bedroom that was control. He didn’t feel like he had much control over his life at times so this was the outlet he liked the most. And you were always happy to help when it came to this.

Moving his hand from your leg, he brought his thumb to your clit.

“Ah, shit!” You cried out. “I definitely can’t hold on if you do that!”

Jack smirked as he looked down at your enamored self, lust for him blazing in your eyes.

“Please, I can’t take it.” You whined, clutching at the arm near you that held him up.

His thrusts grew more careless as he got closer himself. “A’ight doll,” he grunted, “do it, cum for me.” His thumb circled your clit wildly, sending you over the edge.

You screamed out in ecstasy, squeezing against him. Jack quickly pulled out, letting himself release on your stomach.

Your eyes were closed again and the velvet beneath your skin never felt softer. You heard a couple footsteps and rolled your head to the side to see Jack grabbing from the tissues you’d been using earlier to take off your makeup. Gently he wiped off your stomach and sat on the edge of the chaise.

~~~

He stared at you looking awfully lovestruck and you had to stifle a giggle for how adorable he looked, his hair all messy now from your hands in it earlier.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing,” he smiled, “I just can’t wait to have a future with you.”

“Me too.” You smiled, still feeling the euphoria. It felt as though all of your New York dreams were coming true.

#jack kelly x reader #jack kelly smut #newsies smut #newsies x reader #my writing

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leaderoffestivals · 3 years ago

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Secret Service: EPILOGUE 1

Kohaku: And rather than talking about other units right now, we should be talking about Double Face.

Season: Winter Author: Akira Characters: Madara, Kohaku

Madara: ... ...

Kohaku: You’ve come a long way, Madara-han.

What’s with the sullen look on yer face? ... Shouldn’t you be happy an’ celebratin’ since everything’s going exactly as you wished it to?

No one was paying much attention to you before the SS qualifying round began, but thanks to your close work with the management, Double Face is making amazin’ progress.

You’ve got no competition here in Kyushu—The margin of SSL$ earned between you and the second place finisher is just that great—

It’s practically a given that Double Face will break through this qualifying round.

How’s that, aren’t you satisfied? Isn’t it greeeat that your dream is about to come true?

Madara: ... What are you even doing here, Kohaku-san? Is everything alright on the Osaka front?

Kohaku: We’re also in the final stage of the qualifying round ourselves, and the favourites in every region have just about been decided.

In Osaka—and the Kansai region for that matter—it’s gotten to the point where it doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doin’, it won’t make a difference to the outcome—It’s that kinda situation.

All that’s left are throwaway matches, so to speak.

Madara: Will Crazy:B be able to pull off the win, then?

Kohaku: Who knows? The situation isn’t hopeless to the point of saying that we’ve got no chance of winning, but there’s also no way we can let our guard down; the competition’s just that intense in the first place.

Madara: Then, is it really alright for you to be aaall the way here in Kyushu, at such a critical time?

Kohaku: Mmm~. To be accurate, I’m here just in case things do not turn out alright. Kinda as insurance, I guess?

Madara: ... ...?

Kohaku: Like for example, in the event that Crazy:B crashes out in the qualifying round—

We’ve been discussing about getting Double Face who has already qualified, to call on Crazy:B to help out on the main stage of the main event.

Since there’s a member here who belongs to both units, that wouldn’t be strange at all, would it?

Madara: Hoho~ And I guess Crazy:B has also been discussing the many ways in which you can forcefully eject me off the main stage and seize it for yourselves the moment you get there, huuuh?

Kohaku: Fufun~ That does sound just like Crazy:B, doesn’t it? ♪ It won’t matter how strong you are, even you wouldn’t be able to handle it if the four of us attacked at once, would ya?

Madara: Haha~ That’s so scaaary. Still as terrorist-like as ever, I seeee... I thought I’d heard that Crazy:B’s behaviour was getting to be more serious these days, but apparently those rumours were wrong!

Kohaku: Ko ko ko ♪ Those rumours aren’t wrong~ We’re all serious terrorists here.

But, that’s that. It’s our business; you don’t have to worry about us.

And rather than talking about other units right now, we should be talking about Double Face.

Madara: ... ...

Kohaku: I couldn’t get a chance to talk to you throughout the qualifying round because of that rule that forbids anyone from travelin’ to other regions—

But thanks to Rinne-han’s good work, the management’s rules about “orders” and whatnot have gotten very dodgy an’ difficult to enforce.

And since I’m also a part of Double Face once more, I’m considered the management’s ally, thanks to you. The management side won’t be punishin’ me that harshly for bendin’ the rules.

That’s why I'm able to move around freely to a certain extent, and to be here today. If I make a nuisance of myself though, I’ll probably be cut down to size, just like everyone else.

It’s fine to chat for a while before you go up on stage to perform, isn’t it?

So there has been no change to the situation—There’s been no trouble from the Gatekeeper, who really wants the qualifying rounds to end peacefully and on schedule—

—And it’s still against the rules to participate in SS while appearing in multiple units at the same time.

—However, I’m here today, as the helper you supposedly called in to assist you.

—And I’ll be standin’ on stage with ya as Crazy:B, who received the request for help; not as Double Face.

Since it’s already been established that we can’t move to other regions, such a request would’ve normally been turned down—

However, I didn’t turn down this request—I’m here because I want to be.

—Geez! This is really troublesome in so many ways though. I can’t wait for this SS to hurry up and be over with—

So, when SS is finally over, you’ll join the ranks of the top idols based on Double Face’s achievements here.

After that, you’ll be mergin’ Double Face with MaM, and you’ll continue idol activities as MaM thereafter.

Since that seems to be your plan, then..., this might be the last time we’ll be singing as Double Face together. When I think about it like this, I find that I’m unexpectedly reluctant to let it all go...

I’ve done a lot of depressing and annoying things while carrying out activities as Double Face and while with you, but still...

This is the path that you’ve chosen, isn’t it?

Madara: ... ...

Kohaku: It would be a sad thing to part without saying goodbye, so at the very least, let me sing together with ya at the end—

—As comrades of the same unit, of Double Face.

I dislike you to the point of being sick; however, all the parts that I disliked about you turned out to be the parts that I admired in equal measure.

All the rapport that we’ve shared and the memories of fighting side by side with you won’t just disappear…

And as long as there’s a connection between us that can be called a bond, I think I have the right to sing at your side. And… I really want to sing with you, too.

Madara: ... ... I’m fine with whatever you want to do, Kohaku-san. You’re a real perplexing person, you know that? I don’t get you at aaall...

But then, everyone else is just the same too. Apparently, the Gatekeeper went around making covert inquiries for extra members so that Double Face could meet the numbers to be eligible for the qualifying round.

If there aren’t two members or more, it just can’t qualify as a unit after all.

Since Kohaku-san was already performing for Crazy:B, you couldn’t be counted as a member since you couldn’t belong to two units at the same time.

So the Gatekeeper looked among the idols in the field who had worked with me in the past.

It seems that he approached anyone he could find; in the end, it was all about meeting the numbers, so any warm body would do.

Kohaku: Since Double Face has the backing of the management, it would clear the qualifying round no matter who its members were, after all.

Madara: Yes... However, it seems that all the idols in the field whom he called out to at random, were overwhelmingly happy to oblige.

Meaning that they all actually wanted to work together with me—Mikejima Madara—once again.

Most idols in the field, the rural areas in particular, view ES as an eyesore, so this response came as a real surprise to the Gatekeeper.

So he got flustered and contacted them all again, saying, “Pretend that all this never happened.”

I heard that the number of idols who responded to his call numbered about fifty in all.

Kohaku: That’s definitely way too many for a unit, for sure.

Madara: Yup. However, a group of these idols still wanted to work with me no matter what, so they all ended up going out of control...

Which led to them raiding a local inn that catered exclusively to ES idols and in so doing, they all came in contact with the duo from Eve.

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(To be continued)

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#Ensemble Stars #enstars tl #Madara Mikejima #Kohaku Oukawa #Double Face #MaM #Crazy:B #Secret Service

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verai-marcel · 3 years ago

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Dumplin’ (RDO OC x OC Fanfic)

"What the hell are we doing?" Everet asked, glancing at the small square table in the middle of Min’s secret cabin in Ambarino.

Min gestured at the bowl of ground meat and the stack of what looked to be circles of raw dough. “We’re making dumplings”

Everett raised an eyebrow, but moved to sit down.

“Wait. Did you wash your hands?”

Sighing, Everett walked back outside of the cabin and washed his hands, shaking them dry as he walked back inside and took the seat diagonally from her at the table. He watched quietly as she nimbly doled out the dough circles on a pan situated between them, and started spooning a bit of the ground meat onto each circle. The smell of the sauce and the herbs made his stomach growl with anticipation. He had eaten her home cooked meals before, but had never helped out. Guess she had had enough of him freeloading.

“Now just take a bit of water” —she dabbed her finger into a small bowl of water— “and spread it along the outside curve here.” Tracing the border of the dough circle with her wet finger, she then gently folded the dough over to create a semi circle. Pressing the edges together, she picked it up and pleated the flattened portion until it looked like a small purse.

“Well?” she asked, looking at him expectantly.

Everett frowned, but started to imitate her actions. His first dumpling was a squished mess. By his twentieth try, he was getting the hang of it.

“Why do we have to make so many?”

“I’m bringing some down to the gunsmith in St Denis,” she replied. “Keeps him happy, and it keeps my special discount from disappearing.”

Everett chuckled. “Oh, I see.” He was silent as he focused on pleating his dumpling. Min watched his eyes focus on his work, and felt happiness suffuse her veins. She was going to make dumplings with or without him, but she appreciated him doing something out of the norm just to spend time with her.

A mental image flashed through her head, of a small child on Everett’s knee, with him teaching them how to make dumplings. A child who had his blue eyes but her black hair...

Min shook the image away. It wasn’t possible, not at her age. But she smiled anyway. The thought was nice.

“What’re you smiling about?” he asked, breaking her reverie.

“Seeing you pulling your weight for once,” she snarked before finishing her last dumpling and placing it on the plate. “Time to fry.”

Grabbing her wok and other supplies, she took the plate & everything else outside to her little stone cooking pit. She threw in some firewood and lit it up, placing the wok on top of the stones.

“Where’d you get this thing?” Everett asked, handing her the small container of lard that she had forgotten in the cabin.

“I got it in St Denis,” she said as she took the lard, cut off a small piece into the wok, and swirled it around. When there was a light smoke, she placed all the dumplings carefully along the surface and poured a little bit of water before covering the wok.

Everett tilted his head. “You only ever give me dumplin’ soup. What’s this?”

Min laughed. “That’s because I’m lazy. But this is special.”

“What, I ain’t special enough for this, but the gunsmith gets them?” he asked, somewhat affronted.

“He only gets them once a year. I feed you all the time.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, letting her off the hook. This time.

“Besides, this is the first time you’ve been around for sun leen.” She quickly added, “New year’s.”

“But it’s February.”

“Chinese new year is different. It’s based on the lunar calendar.”

“Oh. And… dumplin’ makin’ is a thing?”

“Yup.”

The crackling sounds began to fade, and Min pulled the lid off to reveal the plumped up dumplings, their skins more translucent, and the smell of delicious pan-fried food wafted through the air.

“So… when do we get to eat?” Everett asked, already salivating.

“Soon, soon,” Min chided, taking her chopsticks and pulling each dumpling off the surface. “See how they’re sticking to the sides? We call these woh teep, or potstickers.”

Everett could only nod as he eyed each potsticker going onto her plate. He attempted to sneakily grab one, only to have his fingers caught by her pair of chopsticks.

“Don’t even,” she growled.

He laughed nervously and pulled his hand away, deciding that patience would save his fingers this day.

Going back inside, she set aside some for delivery, and the rest she brought back to the table. Handing Everett a new pair of chopsticks, she sat down with him and grinned.

“Okay, now you can eat.”

Everett glared at the chopsticks in his hand. “You know I’m terrible with these things.”

“Then clearly you need to practice,” she said without hesitation, picking up a potsticker and biting into it carefully. The steam came out, a white wisp flavored with soy sauce and ginger, and she blew on it before eating the rest. “Mmm, so good!”

Everett attempted to pick one up, and after several tries, gripped his chopsticks to stab through one.

“Don’t do it,” Min warned. She picked one up and brought it to his mouth. “Eat.”

He frowned, but opened his mouth and ate the proffered potsticker in one go. “Damn, that is amazin’,” he said finally.

“Yup.”

She continued to feed him, taking turns to feed herself, and Everett let her do it, feeling a little embarrassed, but also elated that she was giving him attention. With one more on the plate, he took up his chopsticks once more. With a grace he didn’t know he had, he picked up the last potsticker successfully and offered it to Min.

“The one time you succeed, and it’s for me,” she said with a grin before eating it whole.

“Guess I can do anything, if it’s for you.”

Min turned away, but not before Everett saw the shy smile grow on her face.

#everett osborn #verai marcel #rdo oc #rdo oc x oc #writing #everett x verai

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lettheladylead · 4 years ago

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My heart kinda hurts not seeing goldie can we get a fic where goldie is in the last house? Also it gets a little spicy in the middle👀👄👀

(ok so this fic DEFINITELY got away from me. also there’s no spiciness) [ao3 link]

As the sleigh pulled up to what Webby excitedly referred to as “the last house!”, Scrooge couldn’t help but feel a faint familiarity. The snow was much too thick to really tell where they’d landed, but he could just make out a small wooden cabin a few hundred feet away.

He glanced left and right before looking up at Santa. “Someone lives here?”

The jolly bear chuckled and shrugged. “They’re living here tonight, at least.”

Webby and Scrooge shared a confused glance at that comment, but still - he had a job to do. Webby handed Scrooge the box that Santa handed her and Scrooge made his way towards the building.

Even as he got closer, the snow was still too thick for him to really get a look at the cabin, but it seemed very old and barely used. If he didn’t know any better, Scrooge would think Santa was trying to trick him by sending him to an empty home with nothing but a lesson in humility inside. But Scrooge held onto his hat with his free hand and smirked, thinking about how if there was a child in there, they’d be overjoyed to get some coal and some warmth in the middle of this freezing storm.

Scrooge shoved the door open as quietly as possible, hoping that the rush of cold air wouldn’t wake anyone up. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room in front of him, Scrooge froze.

This was his cabin.

Why in the world were they here? His brow furrowed and he looked all around him, taking in the memories of White Agony Creek and his first big gold nugget and Goldie and being King of the Klondike and -

His thoughts were cut off by a noise coming from the bedroom. There weren’t any lights on, but he was sure he heard something. Was he delivering a present to some straggler who’d taken claim of his cabin when they had nowhere else to go? Some homeless child with no one to turn to? A squatter that wouldn’t leave even if they could?

With an agitated inhale, Scrooge took a few quiet steps towards the door and slowly pushed it open - knowing just how to prevent any loud creaks or squeaks. No matter how many decades ago he lived in that cabin, he could never forget the small details.

His eyes had to adjust again - a little bit of light coming from the full moon outside the window gave him a better view than before - and Scrooge was caught by the most unexpected sight in front of him. In fact, if someone had told him he would see such a thing, he would’ve called them insane.

But instead...there was Goldie. Right there, laying on his old bed. Her back was to the door, she was bundled up in a bunch of blankets she’d clearly brought herself, and she had headphones on that - if his hearing was still working right - was playing some very old Christmas music.

And even with all of that in front of him, the thing that struck Scrooge the most was the neatly wrapped present sitting on the mattress next to her. It even had a little bow on top...and a tag that had his name in clear, bold letters.

In all the shock and awe of the magical image in front of him, Scrooge lost his grip of the present he’d brought and it fell to the floor with a loud thump! He jumped an inch, but Goldie practically leaped into the air while simultaneously trying to detangle herself from the blanket bundle and get her headphones off so she could figure out what was going on.

When they finally locked eyes, she had her headphone cord wrapped around her neck and through her hair, two of the blankets were still covering half her arms, and her hair was sticking up in every other direction.

He thought she looked absolutely beautiful and gave her a simple smile.

“S…” she started with a stutter that he didn’t expect. “...are...are you really here? Or am I hallucinating from the cold?”

Scrooge smiled even wider. “I’m here.”

“Ah.”

He thought she was going to continue her thought, but instead Goldie’s face just turned a bright red and she kicked her leg back, knocking the present off of the bed and out of Scrooge’s view. Then she stood up with a surprising amount of grace (all things considered), shimmied her way out of the blankets, and ripped the headphones off of herself and threw them behind her. She then started to retie her hair, flattening the top of it without saying a word.

“So…” Scrooge finally broke the silence, realizing she didn’t want to talk about what he just walked in on. “...what’re you doin’ here, Goldie?”

She was still tying her hair back into her favorite ponytail when he spoke, but his words made her lose concentration and her scrunchie slid down her hand - shooting off towards Scrooge like a rogue rubber band. He caught it with ease and closed his fist around it.

Goldie sighed and let her hair fall down along her back. “...just...celebrating Christmas. What else?”

He finally moved from his spot at the door and took one of her hands in his, gently placing the hair scrunchie back into her palm. “You celebrate Christmas here?”

She turned to him and stared down at the fabric in her hand. “...sometimes.”

“Why?” he asked quietly, leaning his face closer to hers.

Goldie still wasn’t looking at him. “...where else would I go?”

Scrooge lifted up a hand and placed it against her cheek. “How long have you been coming here? You could’ve told me. I...I would’ve -”

She shook her head and shoved him away from her. “It’s not-! I...I didn’t want you to be here! It’s just that I don’t have any family so it’s...it’s comfortable for me!”

He rolled his eyes at her obvious lying and took a moment before suddenly shoving her - with Goldie caught so off-guard, she fell back onto the bed with a loud oomf! and Scrooge crawled past her without any trouble. He ignored the creaking of his old bones as he grabbed the present she’d kicked off the bed before and quickly stood up and looked at it.

“Hey!” Goldie shouted, the deep blush on her cheeks growing darker by the minute. She followed him and tried to grab the gift out of his hands, but Scrooge held it high above his head so she couldn’t get to it. She practically growled as she tried to reach it and Scrooge responded by placing his free hand on the side of her face and pulling her in for a kiss.

Goldie quieted down immediately and melted into it, letting her hands rest on his shoulders.

Scrooge felt a small bit of sympathy for how embarrassed she was...very small. It wasn’t like she hadn’t teased him for his sentimentality a million times over the years, and he was going to enjoy this moment for decades and decades to come.

As soon as the kiss ended, Scrooge shoved her again - letting Goldie fall back onto the bed once more so he could focus on the present. This time she took the hint and stayed seated, huffing out a shaky breath and crossing her arms over her chest. She almost looked like she was going to leave right then and there.

He walked back to the mattress and took a seat next to her, still holding the wrapped box in his hand. It was small and there wasn’t much weight to it at all. He noticed her staring down at her lap and put the box down on the bed between them. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost think she was tearing up.

“I won’t open it if it’d really bother you that much.”

Goldie let out a short, harsh chuckle and wiped the back of her hand against her eyes. Scrooge had seen her cry before - very few times, and it was usually followed by her walking out of the room - but this felt different somehow.

“...no,” Goldie finally said with a scoff. “You should.”

His curiosity got the better of him and Scrooge grabbed it again, quickly tugging off the bow and placing the ribbon beside him. He tore the paper neatly and lifted the lid of the box, raising an eyebrow in confusion when he saw what was inside.

He reached two fingers into the box and grabbed it, holding it in front of his face. “...a key?”

“Mmhmm,” Goldie hummed, staring at the object in his hand.

Scrooge frowned and continued inspecting it. It looked very old, and worn...it was an unusual shape and seemed to be made of brass. “A key to where?”

She shuffled around a bit and nervously tugged at some of her hair. Scrooge thought she looked adorable, but the shyness was definitely leaving him more confused.

“...to me.”

“To...you,” Scrooge repeated, not sure he heard right.

Goldie shrugged her shoulders and spun one of her hands around while she spoke. “Stick the key into any door and when you open it, it’ll lead to wherever I am. So if you need my help with something or you...just want to see me...or whatever. You don’t have to ever use it. But it’s yours if you want it.”

There was a tinge of pink on Scrooge’s own cheeks - though it didn’t compare to Goldie’s - and he looked down at the key again. “That’s...is this...one of the Lemurian Anomaly Keys?”

She nodded and hummed in confirmation.

“And you’re givin’ it to me? Just like that?” Scrooge sounded shocked, but he had the biggest smile on his face and was one hundred percent ready to kiss her again.

Goldie shrugged. “It only works with the matching key…” She pointed at a bag on the floor that Scrooge hadn’t noticed before. “...so it’s not much use just for me.”

He reached over and grabbed her face again, tugging her to him for another quick kiss. “Goldie, dear, when did you find this? It’s amazin’.”

She laid her forehead down on his shoulder and sighed. “...1977.”

Scrooge froze for a second before grabbing her shoulders and shoving her upright in front of him. “Did I hear you right? 1977? Why are you only just giving it to me now?”

“It’s...I just…” Goldie swatted his hands and turned around. “I...I don’t know, Scrooge. I just...I didn’t want to just give it to you. I wanted you to...come get it.”

“How could I come get it if I didn’t even know you were here?” Scrooge asked genuinely, feeling a little frustrated thinking of the number of times he could’ve used her gift to get out of sticky situations or bring her on adventures with him. “We havenae spent Christmas Eve together since 1897! I couldnae have…”

He stopped talking as she stood up and walked towards the window, hugging herself.

“...Goldie?”

“I knew you didn’t remember. I knew it and I still came here anyway,” Goldie spit out with a bitter, cold laugh. She turned around and glared at him, feeling an indignant heat in her chest. “You told me...you told me on December 18th, 1966 that you wanted to spend Christmas with me, in this cabin - just the two of us. That’s what you said to me!”

Scrooge gulped. She was right, he didn’t remember that.

She glared down at the floor. “And I was dumb enough to think you really meant it. So I came here.”

Guilt washed over him. “...you’ve been comin’ here every year since 1966?”

Goldie huffed and ground her teeth for a moment before reaching down and grabbing her bag from earlier and throwing it right at Scrooge’s head. “Yes, alright?! And I’ve felt like an idiot every Christmas for over fifty years and now you’ve made it even worse!”

He dodged the bag and let out a frustrated sigh, knowing the signs of an inconsolable Goldie and deciding that, for once, he was going to stay and see what he could do. As she was reaching around for another thing to throw at him, Scrooge took one of her blankets from earlier and attacked her with it - wrapping the thick fabric around her and holding it in place with a bear hug, then bringing her back down onto the bed with him.

She struggled against his arms, but Scrooge just held her in place and thought about ways to calm her down.

“Goldie, I’m sorry,” Scrooge said quietly, the apology feeling foreign on his tongue. “I didnae know! You never said anythin’! Even when you came to my Christmas party you didnae say anythin’…”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, blinking so rapidly it almost seemed like she was trying to stop herself from tearing up again.

“Cause I knew you weren’t serious about it!” she yelled out, her voice muffled by the blanket. “The only thing more humiliating than you finding out that I’d already spent twenty Christmases waiting up for you...is this nightmare I’m currently trapped in.”

Scrooge felt her struggling stop and loosened his grip around her. “Goldie…” He moved away, watching the blanket crumple around her as she laid back down on her back and splayed her arms around herself. “...I’m here now. Isn’t that worth somethin’?”

She scoffed again. “Not particularly.”

He leaned down and hovered over her, his beak not even an inch away from her’s. “I’d like to make it worth somethin’...” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Before he could, however, Goldie shoved him back again. “Wait...why are you here?” she finally asked.

Scrooge frowned and leaned back so he was sitting upright again. “I, uh...Claus recruited me to help deliver presents.”

The attention coming off of her shame brought Goldie back to life a bit and she sat back up to stare at him. “Excuse me? Claus, like...Santa Claus? Your so-called nemesis?”

“The one and the same.”

“...wait, but there’s no one here on the Nice List,” Goldie said with a smirk and a sniff. “So why’d you come here?”

“To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure,” Scrooge said with a frown, hoping that wouldn’t upset Goldie even more than she already was. “I suppose Claus thought it’d be a good idea to meddle in my affairs. But he told me to bring the last gift in here, so I did.”

Goldie didn’t react to his confession, seemingly over it already, and looked over towards the door. “Is that my gift?” she asked, pointing at the sad-looking box laying on the ground.

Scrooge followed her line of sight and smiled sheepishly. “Y-yes, well...it’s not exactly…”

She hopped over the bed and quickly grabbed it, tearing off the bow and paper without hesitation and ripping off the lid, leaving a mess of paper all over the room. Scrooge had an unshakeable urge to clean up the mess before remembering that he didn’t live there anymore.

Goldie pulled the small chunk of coal out of her box and stared at it for a second before letting out another laugh - this time it was more genuine and less terrifying. “Yeah, of course. This makes sense.”

Scrooge rubbed the back of his neck. “I, um...that may not be the present he meant for me to give you.”

She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean? Did you swap out all the real gifts for coal so you could prove some dumb point about heat being better than toys?”

“Um…” Scrooge tapped his fingers against the cold blanket on his lap. “...yes?”

“Of course you did,” Goldie said with a sigh, dropping the coal back into the box. She took a moment to let out one last short, breathy laugh and then turned to the duck in front of her. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

Scrooge scoffed and held his new key up in front of him. “And yet, you want me to come see you anytime and anywhere, hm?”

Goldie didn’t respond for a few moments as she walked back over to the bed, taking a seat next to him again. “...yeah, I guess I do.”

Overwhelmed with happiness, Scrooge placed a hand under her beak and tugged her face upwards so they could lock eyes once again. Goldie responded in kind, leaning forward to kiss him and quickly wrapping her arms around his neck.

They stayed like that for a minute, just enjoying one another’s company, when Goldie finally pulled away and patted him on the cheek. “So...if this was your last stop, any chance you’d stay the night?”

He smiled and put one of his hands on top of hers. “Eh...Claus and Webbigail have probably figured out my coal plan by now...I should go take care of that.”

“Hmm…” Goldie hummed, thinking about kissing him again. “Come back when you’re done?”

Scrooge thought about that for a moment before reaching down with both hands and lifting her into his arms, bridal-style. Goldie squeaked and squeezed his shoulders. “I think it’d make more sense for you to just come with us!”

Goldie laughed. “You’re going to hurt yourself, hun.”

“Oh, I know.” Scrooge’s back cracked as he turned them around and took a step away from the bed. “But it’s worth it.”

His arms started to shake a bit and Goldie forced him to put her down, smiling as he struggled. She looked from the bed to her bag and back to Scrooge’s eager face.

“...alright,” Goldie answered finally. “But don’t expect me to stay for breakfast, I am not dealing with a bunch of excited kids that early in the morning.”

Scrooge kissed her again and squeezed her hand. “And I’d never expect you to.”

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