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[winstonsns]

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the gang finding out readers a lesbian (here)

the gang getting a piercing from reader (here)

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johnny cade dating hcs (here)

put your head on my shoulder (here)

head over heels (here)

somethin’ stupid (here)

SODAPOP CURTIS

the end of the world, pt 2 to why do i cry (here)

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[ellieslaces]

KISSING LESSONS.

featuring: hazel callahan x fem!cheerleader!reader

synopsis: Hazel’s worst decision was to join her friend’s fight club, until she met you. or, really got to know you, she knew you, you just didn’t know her. she never thought a cheerleader, much less one of the prettiest girls in the school, would ever pay attention to her. until you did.

content warnings: harsh language; mentions of violence; internalized homophobia; light smut; kissing (wlw); so much loser lesbianism; some homophobic slang (faggot, munch)

notes: mentions of violence (duh, it’s lesbian fight club); mentions of reader being bisexual (more toward women tho); homophobic slang (faggot, munch, etc) ; there is no real smut in this as i do not write explicit content containing minors.

word count: 3.13k

chloe talks: watched bottoms and then hyperfixated on Hazel for two weeks before I decided to write this. God, I need her so bad. Chloe has a type doesn’t she? (soft mascs make me hhnngg). hazels so fucking cute I need her to kiss me ok bye. <3 (also, I hate the way this turned out, I’m so sorry it’s terrible)

now playing: kissing lessons ; lucy dacus

Fight Club — a popular 1990’s film, that’s all those two words had ever meant to you. You’d never even seen the film, you just knew it was fucking gay, despite it not actually being about the hot topic of homosexuality amongst young men (or women, in your case). But, I digress.

It had been your friends, Isabel and Brittany, who managed to get your ass to attend your school’s resident Fight Club. A women’s Fight Club. How fucking gay. Oh well, it would teach you how to defend yourself properly. Which, in this day and age — or any day and age of we’re honest — is horribly necessary.

It shouldn’t be, but knowing how to beat the shit out of a grown man is something you should know how to do. Self defense isn’t a topic to be taken lightly, and it seemed PJ and Josie knew this.

PJ and Josie — or faggot #1 and faggot #2 as the school knew more endearingly — where the school’s resident ‘ugly and untalented gays’, as Jeff and his little crew liked to say. Really, you suspected they were all just pissed because the girls knew their way around a pussy better than any of them did. They wouldn’t know the clit if it slapped them in the face.

It had been about two weeks into the girls’ club that Isabel and Britany attended for the first time. They showed up to cheer practice the following day with busted lips and bruised faces. At first, you hadn’t known what happened. Maybe Jeff’s dramatics had finally gotten the better of him. But no, they had willingly gotten beaten up for the sake of learning how to better throw a punch.

Finally, after hours upon hours of begging and pleading, Britany and Isabel got you to attend a meeting. You had walked in, nerves wrecking your body as you trailed unsurely behind the two girls you considered your best friends. You trusted them, they wouldn’t let something bad happen.

You had planned to spend your first meeting simply observing, but PJ tried so hard to convince you to join in. She almost even pushed you into the fucking ring. When you finally conceded, you were face to face with Hazel Callahan.

You knew of her, but you didn’t know her. You’d passed her a few times in the hall, you had a science class with her. Jeff said she was another one of those ��loud mouth munches’ — to which you nearly punched him square in the nose had he not been Isabel’s boyfriend and a complete moron.

Hazel seemed nice, she’d smiled in your direction when you walked into the gym. It was a nice gesture, no matter the awkward air it held. You felt sort of bad for putting her in the situation she was in, even though it was PJ’s fault that she now had to fight you.

You stood awkwardly, fists raised in a defensive position, eyes on Hazel as she stood in front of you. She smiled again, still awkward as it had been when you walked in. You were set on not getting the shit beat out of you.

As soon as PJ’s whistle sounded, you barely gave Hazel a chance to move. She’d shifted on her feet, sending a spark of fear through you, causing you to send a punch straight to her face. You’d gasped, watching her face scrunch up as her own hands flew up to cup her nose.

“Oh my God, I’m so fucking sorry.” You cried, stepping forward, ignoring the claps and cheers falling obnoxiously from PJ’s lips.

Hazel let out a choked laugh, brows raised as she held her nose. “No uh, nice hit. Fuck, that was a good one.” She blinked rapidly, momentarily lowering her hands.

You let out a small squeak as you saw that her nose was indeed bleeding. “Shit, your nose.” You stepped forward again, trying to find something to stop the bleeding. But of course, there wasn’t anything you had on you.

“Alright, Hazel’s fine. Let’s move on.” PJ droned, giving her whistle another sharp blow — she really abused her whistle privileges, you thought as you ushered Hazel toward the bleachers.

Hazel gave a thumbs up — her hand covered in blood that dripped from her nose — as she walked toward the bleachers. No one seemed to notice other than you as you walked with her. You felt so bad, so terrible because now this girl was bleeding because of you.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly apologized again, sitting in front of her on the bleachers, looking frantically around for something to give her to stop the bleeding.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Hazel shook her head, trying to convince you she was fine. Even though you both knew she wasn’t.

“Uh fuck, there isn’t anything — don’t do that.” You’d cut yourself off quick, voice deadpanned.

Hazel paused, her head half leaning backward as she looked over in your direction. Her ringed fingers pinched the bridge of her nose — it seemed she’d had the idea to lean her head back to stop the bleeding.

“Lean your head forward, not backward. If you go backwards, the blood could go into your lungs. Go forward and let it drip out.” You instructed, pulling her hand down gently by her wrist, moving to take off your cardigan so she could hold it below her face to catch the blood as it dripped.

“How do you know that?” Hazel questioned, brows pulled in a frown as she leaned her face forward so the blood could freely drip from her nose onto the bundle of fabric in her hands.

“I had to get a certificate to be able to babysit.” You shrugged, moving the strands of hair from her face without thinking about it. When you’d realized what you’d done, you froze, dropping your hand in embarrassment, muttering a sad ‘sorry’ again.

Hazel shook her head, not responding verbally to your millionth apology. Your cheeks warmed, suddenly so embarrassed for an entirely different reason. Not just for punching Hazel square in the nose, but you’d managed to embarrass yourself by noticing just how pretty she was.

Hazel sat on the bottom row of the bleachers in the gym, watching the rest of the group fight each other in turns, different girls winning. Some had busted lips, others a myriad of bruises spattered across their faces.

You took the time to notice just how pretty Hazel was — a sharp jawline that would make Jeff jealous, brunette hair that mussed in just the right way and looked so goddamn soft, her nose that was long and straight save for the small bump in the bridge that made your throat constrict. God, she really was a sight. How hadn’t you noticed sooner?

Maybe it was the fact that Hazel wasn’t in your social circle. You were a cheerleader, friends with Isabel and Britany, the focus of stares. Hazel was a loser — in the kindest and most endearing way — someone who wasn’t popular. Someone who had hardly any friends. And despite the fact that today was maybe the third time in your entire life you’d ever spoken to her, you wanted to be one of her friends.

A quick, sharp quip of PJ’s whistle brought you back to the present, her loud voice announcing the day’s session was over. You blinked, looking away from Hazel. Who somehow didn’t seem to notice you’d just spent the past five or so minutes just studying her face.

She turned to you, eyes apologetic as she held out your crumpled cardigan in her hands. “It’s really bloody, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You can keep it,” you shook your head, holding out your hand. It was only after the words came out of your mouth that realized how stupid that sounded. “I mean, it’s just, you don’t have to give it back. I don’t like it that much anyways. And it’ll probably stain. That sounds bad, I’m sorry.”

Hazel smiled a little at your words that seemed to stumble out of your mouth. You regretted every single one of them. You moved to take the cardigan anyway, acting as if you hadn’t told her to just keep it. But she pulled it back.

“I’ll wash it.” She said simply, standing. There were specks and smears of dried blood on and below her nose. You felt another pang of guilt then, seeing that your punch would definitely cause a bruise across her nose.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You shook your head, standing as well. Isabel and Britany stood a few feet away, clearly waiting for you to come over. You didn’t want to though, for some reason.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at the next meeting right?” Hazel asked, not relenting and continuing to hold the cardigan in her hands as she started to back away.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” You shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. You didn’t really want to come back. Not since you’d punched Hazel and made her bleed on your first meeting. But, maybe this would be a good incentive to come back. To see her.

“Cool,” Hazel grinned, nodding in your direction before she walked toward where PJ and Josie stood. You remained sentient for a moment, hands folded in front of your lap as you watched Hazel.

“Jesus, you hit hard.” Isabel’s voice rang in your ears as she and Britany approached, the latter’s eyes wide as she looked at your hand.

“Might want to wash your hands,” the girl motioned to your dominant hand — the knuckles were spotted in blood from where you’d punched Hazel and blood had immediately started to pour from her nose.

Your eyes latched onto the specks of blood on your knuckles, brows creased as you stared. Bright, rusty red adorned the skin of your knuckles, bits of Hazel Callahan’s DNA there. It was strange, but it made you smile.

The attendance of the fight club had steadily grown — girls coming to the gym after school to brush up on their combat skills. All in preparation for the upcoming football game against Huntington. The fear ever since one girl had gotten attacked by one of the boys and word had gotten around about it.

So, attendance had spiked, the ‘female solidarity’ — as PJ liked to call it — had risen in the school, even the girls were kinder and nicer to one another. And your mind was muddled with constant pictures and thoughts of Hazel Callahan.

It was confusing — you’d never felt such a strong connection to someone you hardly knew. Hazel was as much a mystery to you as the rest of the ‘ugly, untalented gays’. Meaning she was a huge fucking mystery. Sure, you were vaguely aware that her parents had divorced, and that the girl mostly kept in the background in school. But other than that, Hazel was purely mysterious to you. And you found yourself wanting to know more.

To remedy thhs, you continued to attend fight club, naturally. Yes, you shared a class or two with the girl, but nowhere else did you have the chance to actually interact with her. To converse with her, hear her voice, see her smile. God, what a loser you were.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you’d come to realize how disgustingly and embarrassingly obvious your infatuation with Hazel was. And what made it worse — it was PJ who brought it to your attention.

“Yo!” PJ’s obnoxious voice rang through the gym as you stood in the circle with the rest of the girls, watching Silvia and Brittany spar, your name on the girl’s lips as she spoke. “Quick eye-fucking Hazel and pay attention! Huntington is like, two weeks away.”

Your cheeks flamed a bright red as you sunk into yourself, shoulders curling in. God, you wanted a chance at PJ in that ring to strangle the fuck out of her for that. Your eyes quickly cut over to where Hazel stood — her own cheeks dusted with light pink as she avoided your gaze.

Great, now she probably wouldn’t talk to you at all. Fuck PJ and her obnoxious, loud mouth. Your embarrassment was not short lived as the fight club went on. You couldn’t look in Hazel’s direction at all as you waited out the meeting until its end so you could retreat with your tail between your legs and never show your face in this gym again.

It was as you shouldered your backpack, heart still racing, stomach still uneasy with embarrassment that you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned, eyes going wide as you were face to face with Hazel. Your eyes trailed down to a bundle of fabric in her hands.

“Sorry it took so long, but uh, I got the blood out.” She held out what turned out to be your cardigan. The cardigan that you’d leant her two weeks ago when you’d punched her too hard.

“Um, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, offering a sheepish smile as she held out the cardigan. You gingerly took it, eyes locked on Hazel’s face. As you grabbed it, you swore you could feel a spark when your fingers brushed against hers. A fucking spark — cliche but true.

It was silent between you two for a moment before Hazel shook her head, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. “Sorry about PJ. Things kind of come out of her mouth without her brain processing first.”

Yikes, Hazel meant the ‘eye-fucking’ comment. You offered a small, horribly obvious chuckle. “Yeah, I kinda noticed.”

There was another long stretch of silence between you and Hazel, your lips pulled to the side as you held the folded — she’d fucking folded it, Jesus she was adorable — cardigan in your hands. It was strange, but not too uncomfortable. Like that stupid thing from Pulp Fiction, the right person is someone that silence isn’t awkward with.

“I wasn’t eye-fucking you.” You blurted. Great, you made it awkward again. A small groan fell from your lips, head dropping as you closed your eyes with a frown. You shook your head. “Sorry, I dunno what’s wrong with me today.”

“PJ’s just jealous.” Hazel offered with a small laugh. How could one solidarity laugh sound so beautiful?

“Of what?” You asked gingerly, looking up to meet her eyes. For some reason, you were weary of her answer.

“That you aren’t giving her attention. Besides, I don’t think she’d know what to do with your attention anyway, you’re so pretty.” She said it not as an insult to PJ — or at least it didn’t sound like it — but more as an obvious fact. And you were stunned because Hazel had just called you pretty.

You were at a loss. A true loss. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? So, like an idiot, you just stared at her blankly, eyes confused and wide.

Her own eyes went wide, brows furrowed as a worried look crossed her features. “Shit, was that too much? Too much. Fuck.” Her voice lowered as she cursed, brows knit together.

“No! Not too much, I just… I just didn’t think you thought I was pretty too.” You shrugged, quick to correct her. Quick to reassure that you were flattered and not weirded out.

“I mean yeah, of course I do.” Hazel nodded, her voice soft, words intentional like her statement was an obvious fact.

A smile spread across your face, cheeks warm again. You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt so much about Hazel. You’d never had a crush on a girl before. It was new and strange, but you definitely thought this was a crush.

“Thanks.” You whispered, eyes darting down to the cardigan in your hands for a moment before going back to looking up at Hazel. “For the compliment, and bringing back my cardigan. You didn’t have to wash it.”

“It’s fine, I wanted to. It’s a nice cardigan.” Hazel shrugged. It seemed she was at a loss for what to say around you too.

The gym was near empty by now — Josie and PJ chattering away in the far corner, and Isabel and Brittany waiting for you (but not paying attention to anyone but themselves) by the gym doors a few feet away.

So, due to the empty state of the gym and the disgustingly thick tension between you and Hazel, you stepped forward, pressing a quick and gentle kiss to her cheek.

This took the girl by surprise. Her eyes went wide as your lips pressed to her soft cheek. You leaned back, her brows creased as she watched you.

“Thanks,” you said again, with a shrug. Letting her know that was your way of thanking her. Small, but meaningful to you.

It was a long moment that you stood there, Hazel staring at you with wide eyes. For a couple of long seconds, you thought you’d fucked up. Misread the situation, mistook the tension for something else. But, you were proven wrong as she leaned forward, closing the distance between you by pressing her mouth to yours.

“You’re welcome.” She murmured as she leaned back, your eyes wide now from processing that Hazel had just kissed. That you’d just had your first girl-kiss. Fucking scary, but nice. You liked it. Liked her.

“I’ve never done that.” You whispered, blinking rapidly to ground yourself. “With, with a girl, I mean.” You corrected yourself almost instantly.

You’d kissed a guy or two before. Sadly, your first ever kiss was Tim at the ninth grade freshman dance. He was a bad kisser and you hated it. But, you liked how Hazel kissed. Despite it being a quick peck, it was full of intention and it was gentle too.

Hazel shrugged, a small half smile forming on her lips. “Maybe I can give you lessons.”

You grinned, laughing a little as you nodded, backing away toward the gym doors, needing to escape before you said anything else stupid. “Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll send you my address.”

“Okay,” Hazel nodded, grinning widely to herself as you mentioned her coming over.

You almost skipped as you walked out of the gym, trailing behind Isabel and Brittany as the girls chittered away, the prospect that Hazel would be giving you fucking kissing lessons. You held the bundle of fabric close to your chest as you walked to your car. And it was then you noticed it smelled like Hazel. The detergent, obviously. But, there was something else that was just Hazel. And you never wanted it to go away. Maybe, you could wear it while she gave you kissing lessons that night.

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[starsunderwaterr]

can u write agent 8 x reader again pls 😓 i rlly like ur content

YES I CAN.

I need a break from uni work for a little and omg. lucy by corbon amodio (the "bingo, bingo baby" song) has been STUCK in my head and it reminds me so much of agent 8! it's so her coded! so here we go! i missed you loves so much!

So, here we go! <3

General (Fem) Agent 8 Headcanons!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

MINORS DNI

Warnings: slight mentions of a heated makeout sesh

Okay so, I definitely feel like Eight is the type of girlfriend to sing you the "bingo bingo baby, I love you. ain't that crazy? i want you, i want you, over again :)" part of the song over and over

I feel like in general, she sings to you a lot, usually in the comfort of your shared apartment

Will grab your hands and dance with you back and forth with a big smile on her face

She always knows when to dance with you, too, like

She can pick up on when you're having a bad day and she knows how to approach the situation perfectly

It's probably from her time being an agent, analyzing situations and body language, but she's also just an intuitive person :3

Will force you to get outside and go on walks with her, will point out the funny shapes in the clouds with you and will even buy you ice cream or boba!

Just wants to be with you :') she loves you so much

When it comes to cuddling, this girl is a monster

She will open her arms for you to crawl into, and when she's done wrapping her arms around you??

HEAD KISSES GALOREEE

Absolutely loves kissing you and looking into your eyes

She will cat stare you from across the room, and her pupils literally dilate when looking at you

She really is the "bingo, bingo, baby" audio because she basically is a cat

When you're working on something, say on the couch, she'll just plant her head in your lap and stretch out unbothered with a yawn

"Uh... Eight?" "Hm?" She yawned, closing her eyes happily as she pushed the laptop out of your grasp

"I was working on-" "No.-" She cut off, looking up at you with a pout

"Come on and cuddle." She whined, demanding attention as she snuggled her head into your lap

Eight. LOVES. Cuddling.

I don't need to say it again

This girl will lay her head on you always

On the train, on the couch, out in public

In the mornings when she's really sleepy, she'll even cuddle you from behind and rest her head on your back

In bed, it's heaven

She gets close, right up against you, but sometimes she wants her space

She usually will always have a body part touching you though, cause she just likes to be close to you

She's a little bub

Having dates with Eight is so fun because god forbid it's like turf, say, she gets ultra protective of you whilst also being your biggest fan

Like, during matches, she'll hype you up even if you're on the opposing team and will splat her own teammates (or try to) if they're coming at you

You were getting slammered by a Splatana user, they just wouldn't leave you alone!

Suddenly, from across the map, you hear a loud charge ring out!

Shit! This time she was actually going to splat you!

But the body next to you fell to the ground, and the little spirit floated up with a whine.

You looked back at Eight, who now stood there from behind the bridge hiding spot

She waved to you with a closed mouth smile, her E-Litre perched on the cement top

You had to stop swooning over how cute she looked because you almost got splatted yourself-

Eight could be so clueless sometimes tho, it was hilarious

A turf player was explaining turf to you like you were stupid, and you were clearly uninterested

Looking to Eight, you gave her a look, hoping she'd catch on, but instead, she just smiled at you confused-

Oh, Eight... what are we gonna do with you

After that conversation the best thing she said was, "He smelled like Crusty Sean's van... embarrassing."

Eight's facial expressions are everything omg-

When she dislikes something, she makes it known

But the cutest of them all was when she once saw you <3

The two of you had been apart for a long time due to her work during SO, and she had texted you that she would be coming home soon

You decided to meet her at the entrance to the train station, and you noticed her walking around nonchalantly taking in a new part of the city

Suddenly, she caught a look of you, and she did a double take

Her previously grim expression was now full of joy as she saw you and all of your greatness

See? Y'all, when I'm telling you she loves you... she loves you

She instantly rushed over and hugged you, kissing your cheek a ton as she greeted you

"I missed you so much!" Her voice rang out, happiness in every word

Her accent makes everything cuter omg

When she pronounces certain words, she says them uniquely and it's so cute

You tease her about it sometimes and she doesn't even pay any mind to it, just repeats the word with cute confusion

"And so I was telling him to give me the Octo Snypear (Sniper)." "Heh... Snypear."

"Snypear."

"..." "..."

"Anyways-"

You're not judging her for her accent, you just find it cute that she pronounces certain words a certain way

Surprise, surprise, Eight gets needy

Aside from her wanting to cuddle, there are some days that she comes up to you and just needs a hug

Sometimes her mind gets too foggy and the memories get to be too much, and she just needs you to be there for her

She walked over to you, your smile fading upon seeing her own frown

"Baby, what's wrong?" She didn't say anything, just hugged you and whined softly

Poor baby just needed some comfort and your touch

It's often all she needs

She'll take naps cuddled up on your shoulder, her head resting there as she hugs your torso

Surprisingly, she's not too big on lip kisses, but she does love a good makeout sesh here and there

For the most part, she'll kiss any other part of your body like your hands, your cheeks

But each kiss is fast and repetitive

She just loves you so much, and she shows you

Through her care for you, her kisses, her little favors for you

Need something?

Before you could think of it, she's on it

The best thing about Eight, was that one night, after a bad breakdown for you

You went to take a shower, and when you came out, the towels laid out for you were warm, fresh out the dryer...

This girl took the time to do that for you... she really loves you

Like I said, she loves you, so she's willing to do anything for you, happily

She's your lil bingo bingo baby >:3

[lemonandlime22]

I loved what you wrote for the brothers' reaction if the MC's baby called them dad. But let's go back in time a little, what would be the brothers' relationship with the MC's water bursting.

I thought of them all together in the living room or having dinner when that happens, but if you prefer I would love the situation being individual as well!

Thank you for your attention and have a nice day :)

Brother reaction to Mc's water braking

Warning(s): Mc is implied to be afab but still gn, cussing

A/N: Decided to kinda to a mix of individual and general hcs. I did a lot of googling for this lmao. The post anon is talking bout is here

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So yall were having dinner like any normal day

nothing rly noteworthy happened before dinner

the family fought as per usual-

though, throughout your pregnancy, the fighting has been dialed back a bit, thanks to Luci.

-and you had felt less sluggish than usual so doing your exercises was p easy

and your due date was almost 2 weeks away

so you had nothing to worry about.

Until you did.

In the middle of taking a bite, you felt a liquid drip down your leg-

at first you thought you might have urinated on yourself, your bladder had physically gotten smaller so it wouldn't have been the first time this had happened

but when you got up to excuse your self to the restroom

you felt a dull but very noticeable ache and pressure around your pelvis area

It then finally clicked that you were going into labor..

Joy...

"Mc? are you alright dear? you know you shouldn't stand for too long you'll end up sore again" Asmo said next to you, catching the attention of his brothers.

Taking a deep sigh, you slowly pushed your chair in and with careful slow steps, started walking toward the hospital bag near the entrance hall that had been prepared a month before hand.

Right before you got to the dining room exit, you replied, "...I'm pretty sure my water broke.." mumbling just loud enough for the group to hear. The dull pain had slowly been getting worse, and you wanted to focus on your breathing to hopefully help manage it.

The room was quiet for a moment before bursting into expected chaos...

Lucifer

Lucifer may look like he's calm, but on the inside, he is losing his absolute shit.

He's calming his brothers down and instructing them on what to do

he is also one of the brothers that will try to help you walk to the car and into the hospital.

If he's the father he might actually start crying

doesn't want to but he might.

If he's not he's still going to help you as much as he's able, also equally stressed either way.

After the baby's born he and a few of his other brothers will go back home to make sure the nursery is ready.

Mammon

Mammon's job is to get the/his car ready and out front to drive everyone to the hospital.

He is probably the most visibly panic-y

may or may not have knocked over a tree trying to get the car out front as fast as he could.

If he's the father he is 100% sobbing all throughout the labor, more than you, but its mostly happy excited tears, extremely nervous.

If he's not then he's more so excited, he's about to be godfather! this is not your choice, as soon as he became your friend he demanded that he was the child's godfather/uncle.

Was one that went to help with the nursery, but he had to be dragged out.

Levi

Levi was in charge of getting you more blankets and pillows for the hospital, along with some books for afterwords and the rest of the time at the hospital.

Also very visibly panicked, but trying to hide it terribly.

If he's the father, he'll do his job as fast as possible to he can be by your side, kinda kicks into General of the Devildom Navy mode a lil bit.

If he is not da father, he'll be more nervous and probably drop a lot of the things he's trying to carry cause of it.

Satan

Satan's job was to help you walk to the car/into the hospital

he would never admit it but Luci trusts him the most to be gentle and calm with you in this type of situation.

He is actually the calmest about this.

He'll offer to carry you but if you decline he'll settle for having your arm around his shoulders so he can support your weight.

If he is the father, he will be scary calm, and try to distract you from the pain the best he can while holding your hand all the way through.

If not, then he's still quite calm and doing his best to take some stress off your shoulders.

Asmo

Asmo was to call everyone else and let them know about what was going on.

He is far more excited than nervous

practically jumping up and down as he tells everyone.

If he's the father, scratch jumping up and down, mans is straight up bouncing off the walls, can barely get out a

"Babys here!"

before hanging up.

Like Levi he wants to get his job done as fast as he can to be with you.

If he's not then he'll still be very excited, he'll be blabbing on all about the baby forever to everyone he calls.

Beel

Beel's in charge of carrying the things you need for the hospital, the overnight bag, the hospital bag, and food for after labor.

The look on his face is very stern but he is panicking like all hell

probably the most nervous about yours and the baby's health.

If he's the father, fuck Satan- he is carrying you in one hand and all the bags in the other

his fear is 110% worse.

If he's not he'll still be very scared, he'll hover around you tho, even weeks after your out of the hospital.

Also another one that goes back home to help with the nursery, may have hidden some snacks in there for you.

Belphie

He helps Levi get with getting pillows and blankets for you.

He looks like he's about pass tf about, but can't he's rly nervous, refuses to admit it tho.

If he's the father, he'll have Beel be with you when he can't, but he's so excited and refuses to sleep

will make his brothers slap him as hard as they can if he does.

If he's not, he will still try to stay awake to help you but will probably pass out once he knows everything is alright.

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[wellgoslowly]

fic idea: Lockwood comes back early from a job, George and Lucy are out doing whatever so the reader takes this as an opportunity to dance in their underwear (called pants in England) and an oversized button up (which looks shockingly similar to one that disappeared from lockwood’s laundry a while back) while blasting music and singing along. But when she finally notices Lockwood standing at the kitchen door, she goes over and grabs his hands and pulls him into the kitchen to dance with her.

NEARLY WITCHES (EVER SINCE WE MET)

a/n: I am so sorry this took so long to get out- it's been a hectic couple of weeks. however!! for some reason I listened to vices and virtues last night and decided to write and I've been in a frenzy ever since. I hope you enjoy!! also this is my first ×reader so if it's not great, that's why. however, I'm personally really proud of it :))

pairing: anthony lockwood × fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none :)

tags: @ettadear (ty for the request!!) @givemea-dam-break @slag-for-the-fetch @ikeasupremacy @oblivious-idiot (yall seemed interested hehe)

“here I am, composing a burlesque, out of where they rest their necks…”

It was a quiet day at 35 Portland Row. Lockwood, Lucy and George were all out on a case (you had gotten injured the week before so Lockwood was putting you on time out for the time being while you healed), so you took the opportunity to tidy up the kitchen, which was growing messier and increasingly in need of care as the days went on. it wasn't as if the four of you were unaware of how dirty the house had been getting- you simply just didn't have enough time to address it. You rather liked Lucy's idea if getting an assistant.

“sunken in their splintered cradles, and ramshackle heads, they asked for it…"

Surprisingly, you didn't hate being on the Lockwood equivalent for house arrest. Ok, yes, you itched to get your rapier back into your hand and go back out on cases, but it was also really nice to just have a break once in a while. At a small agency like Lockwood and Co, as much as you loved it, breaks didn't come very often.

Besides, you knew that the second that the trio came home and saw your work in the kitchen, they would be beyond grateful. You didn't do it for the praise, but you knew precisely the type of exhaustion they were feeling and wanted to do something to lessen their stress, even if it was something as simple as washing the dishes.

“You have set your heart on haunting me forever from the start, it's never silent…”

You found you did your best cleaning while you were listening to music, resulting in you singing along to the music blasting out of your speaker, deciding not to worry about any possible noise complaints.

“ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume… it's the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do…”

it was because of your loud music that you didn't realize that Anthony Lockwood, your employer and one of your best friends, had returned earlier than expected and was now standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

You turned around as you danced to the music, songs from an album that you knew Lockwood loved filling the air. It was then that you noticed Lockwood standing behind you, the shock on his face mixing with another emotion you couldn't name.

You greet him with a smile and a soft “Hey, Lockwood”, but he doesn't respond- he just stares at you. It takes you a second to realize why- but when you finally understand, you feel your body warming in embarrassment.

You were wearing nothing but undergarments and a shirt- one of Lockwood's button-ups that you had stolen a while ago.

Thankfully, the shirt fell down to your mid- thigh, covering anything that might’ve made your situation worse had it been a little shorter. Still, you couldn't prevent the warmth that filled you as Lockwood took in your choice of outfit, eyes darker and more intense than usual.

“Hi.” He spoke in a whisper, as if he needed to save his energy to survey you. You suppressed a shiver at his tone, and his eyes flitted up to meet yours.

You were burning. You were on fire and Lockwood was the one who had lit the match. You had known your feelings for Lockwood for a while- you had been attracted to him ever since he had practically begged you to quit your business as a freelancer and join his scrappy little agency. You had convinced yourself that there was no way he could feel the same- that his lingering glances and flirting were just characteristics of his charming personality. But now, as he stared at you with something in his eyes that made your hands shake, you weren't so sure.

Either way, you needed to break this trance. It was dangerous, and you could feel yourself slipping away into the “what ifs” that always seemed to fill your mind whenever Lockwood was around.

“Dance with me?” You whispered, giving him your best “I Am Totally Not Attracted To You And I Am Totally Not Wearing Your Shirt” smile. You prayed that it worked.

“What?” Lockwood asked, breaking out of his trance. You held out your right hand as the song finished its second verse. “I know you love this album. Dance with me?” And then Lockwood was smiling and damn, if that didn't do something to your resolve. “If you insist.”

You don't know what you were expecting, but you certainly weren't expecting for Lockwood to grab your outstretched hand and pull you into his embrace.

You very obviously had never danced in this context before. Lockwood smiled, deciding to be the one to teach you. “Here. You put your hands,” He spoke, grabbing your wrists and gently guiding them to wrap around his neck. “… here.” Your breathing became more shallow as you felt the warm solidity of his body beneath your arms. “And I put my hands here.” He whispered. Your breath hitched as you felt his hands find their places holding your hips.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. You turn your head away from him, trying to allow yourself a moment to collect yourself and get your shit together. Lockwood didn't need to know that this was something you had imagined many times- getting to be this close to him, finding comfort on his arms after a long case or feeling his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you cooked breakfast.

“Is this ok?” Lockwood whispered, lessening his hold on your hips before taking his hands away entirely. Your head snapped back to look at him, willing him to please put his hands back. “Yeah, it's ok.” You whispered. You see the side of his mouth quirk up as he returns his hands back to where they were. And then the song was changing and he was pulling you in so your head rested on his chest and you were slow dancing.

“When the world gets too heavy, put it on my back, I'll be your levvy.”

You instantly recognized the song that began playing, and your face heated up even more, thinking about how many times you had thought about being this close to Lockwood while listening to this song.

“Where are Lucy and George?” You ask, trying to keep your voice calm despite the mass amounts of emotions that were plaguing your heart. “Took the source down to the furnaces and then to bring back food. They won't be back for a while.” Lockwood spoke softly, and you hummed in understanding.

“It was always you, falling for me. Now there's always time, calling for me.”

You stayed like this for a little while- his hands on your waist, your head against his chest, swaying softly to the song playing from your light green speaker. You found yourself wishing that you could stay like this forever, happily dancing with your best friend.

And then the song ended and Lockwood broke the spell. “Are you wearing my shirt?” Lockwood asked, his voice huskier than usual. You flushed bright red as you extracted your hands from around his neck, moving to back away but not being able to go far as Lockwood didn't realize your intentions and kept his hands on your hips.

“Uh, yeah.” You admitted, looking away from him out of embarrassment. “I forgot to do the wash and I realized this had gotten thrown into mine a while ago, so it was all I had to wear. I can return it as soon as I finish my laundry-” You were about to profusely apologize for taking his shirt, but within seconds you weren't able to say anything as Lockwood surged forward and pressed his lips to yours.

It was quick, chaste- fleeting and burning and gone far too soon for your liking. Lockwood was the one to end it, his eyes wide once more, but now filled with something like fear.

“I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me-” It was your turn to interrupt him, you decided, as you wrapped a hand around his tie and pulled him back down to kiss him again

His hands went back to your hips as you moved your right hand up to hold his jaw momentarily before slipping into his hair. He let out a low sound, something that sent your brain into a frenzy as he kissed you with increasing fervor, pressing you up against the kitchen counter.

You couldn't tell how long you stayed like that, limbs tangled together as you kissed like it was the last kiss you would ever have, but eventually you had to separate to breathe. You smiled as you took in the sight in front of you: Lockwood was standing there, staring at you, swollen lips and flushed cheeks and messed hair all indications of what you had just been doing. It was the most beautiful you had ever seen him look.

He smiled back at you. “You don't have to give me my shirt back.” was the first thing he said, his voice raspy and way too attractive for his own good. “Do you like me wearing your shirt?” You asked, smiling. “Way too much.” He admitted before kissing you once more.

You lost time again- you practically melted into his arms. You were too caught up in kissing Lockwood- finally- to realize that Lucy and George had returned home until they appeared in the kitchen.

“Finally!!” George yelled, startling you and Lockwood.

“Wait- why aren't you wearing trousers?? Please don't tell me you're having sex on the counter!” You laughed into Lockwood's chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Much later, after you all had said goodnight to one another, you found yourself creeping downstairs and into Lockwood's room and asking him if he wanted to dance some more, a smile lighting up your face as he said “yes, of course.”

ty for reading!!! I will be writing more requests now that I have time and motivation lol. also in case u were wondering, the two songs referenced in here are nearly witches (ever since we met) and always by panic! at the disco!!! I hate brendan urie but vices and virtues is such a good album.

anywho I hope yall enjoyed!!!

[headmateelevator]

hello!! can we request a lvl 2 creator's choice headmate from fnaf with a typing quirk? anyone from fnaf would be cool! :D

order up!

name(s) - Mangle , Camellia , Cassie , Deirdre , Dianthe , Estella , Heather , Jamie , Kit , Madison , Kitt , Skipper , Valentine , Rose(anne) , Dollie , Striker , Adore , Glory , Lovesick , Blanc(he) , Bonnibelle , Camellia , Kipp , Maple , Marrow , Mink , Maeve , Mallory , Marion , Marlowe , Marrow , Martie , Mink , Manon , Morrigan , Persephone , Roseanne , Syd , Vixen.

pronouns - any / it / they / she / he / ra / radio / err / errors / toy / toys / tech / techs / bite / bites / wire / wires / ro / robots / lunge / lunges / jump / jumpscares / des / destroyed / party / partys / eat / eats / fun / funs / broken / brokens / party / parties / blood / bloods / dis / distorts / hide / hiding / active / actives / glitch / glitches / pizza / pizzas / play / plays / rock / star / <3 / <3s / :3 / :3s / ♡ / ♡s / ☆ / ☆s / sh♡ / h♡r / h♡ / h♡m / th♡y / th♡m.

gender(s) - Manglepangender , Folpine , Chigen , Raporidae, Foxtronian , Boncharic , Fnaf4rine , Fnafweirdo , Chicaweirdgirlic , Fnafbootmerchic , Fnafmesta , Oldfnartic , Fnaf2vibic , Fnaf3vibic, Fnaf4vibic , Fnaf4gender , Springlocksuitgender , Mangleplushic , Cherishfated , Fnafplushyic , Manglecieve , Manglemaxxing , Mechanicmasc.

orientations - demiaroace pansexual , mangledqueer.

role(s) - avenger , protector , mood booster , emotional funnel.

species - animatronic.

source(s) - Mangle , FNAF.

emoji(s) - 🦾 , 🔩 , ⚙️ , 🦿 , 🦊 , 🎀 , 🫀, ❤️‍🩹 , ⛓️ , ⛓️‍💥.

likes - loud music , the color pink , fnaf 2 sourcemates , playing games , stars , parties , repeating patterns , plushies , dolphins , seafood.

dislikes - pain , being alone , large crowds , sickness , corn , being itchy , sudden noises , yelling.

front triggers - source , sourcemates , parties , potential to get a new plushie (bite is DEFINITELY a plush hoarder.) , the body being hurt , any situation she could help with.

personality description - a usually very quiet but generally friendly animatronic, she enjoys speaking to friends from time to time, but likes to take time to herself and focus on things it'd like to get done. when with others she likes to play games often and likes to tell jokes to pass the time. she may often wait for others to start conversations with him, not liking to approach people, but blood will do so if alone too often.

typing quirk - (multiple suggestions , can be combined!!) (all but the first example say "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.) types in third person (ex: The mangle thinks this is a wonderful idea.) leetspeak (ex: 7h3 qu1ck 820wn f0x jump5 0v32 7h3 142y d09.) o=0 (ex: the quick br0wn f0x jump 0ver the lazy d0g.) o=☆ (ex: the quick br☆wn f☆x jumps ☆ver the lazy d☆g.) [tumblr only] pink text (ex: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.)

faceclaims -

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name(s) - Susie , Park , Denver , Owen , Milo , Miles , Scruff , Rudy , Ruby , Charlie , Bud(dy) , Duke , Rocky , Pebble , Scout , Luna , Lucy , Cooper , Spot , Sadie , Cailean , Catellus , Conan , Lycus , Kaleb , Mob , Mace , Morland , Haldir , Thistle , Rymuth , Pike , Foggle , Marigold , Beesbeth , Holly , Elowind , Daisy , Hazelnut.

pronouns - she / her / they / them / pup / pups / paw / paws / yip / yips / bark / barks / fluff / fluffs / friend / friends / fur / furs / soft / softs / ruff / ruffs / tail / tails / wag / wags / bite / bites / bone / bones / berry / berries / fruit / fruits/

gender(s) - girl , dognipic , pupgender , dolfem , dogbonegender , doggen , doglexic , fangic , cannix , Yarnpuppic , Cyberpup, Pupsleepyic , Dogthing , Pupenby , Zomdoggender , Pupboyflux , Herdpupic , Sportpupic , Workpupic , Terrierpupic , Housepupic , Houndpupic , Dogtailwagic , Dogboygender , Canimougirl , Girlyboypup , Mascpupnightic , Cutepupboygender , Girlmutt , Phantompuptailic , Thingmutt , Traumamutt , Yellowdogplushic , Muttdollic.

orientations - unlabeled.

role(s) - mood booster , playmate , frijōn , paichmate , ògregulator , scout.

species - human , ghost.

source(s) - Susie , FNAF.

emoji(s) - 🐕 , 🐾 , 🦴 , 🎀 , 🎁.

likes - dogs , playing games , playing dress-up , talking to friends , drawing / coloring , sourcemates of the missing kids or animatronics , parties , crowds of people , fantasy books , alice in wonderland.

dislikes - most source stuff , being alone , getting dirty , the darkness , being stuck or trapped.

front triggers - good sourcemates , any pets or animals (especially dogs!) , parties , mentions of her , stress , overwhelming anger.

personality description - a very energetic girl , who loves meeting with friends and drawing pictures in her free time. she has a big interest and love for dogs. fur also enjoys fantasy books , such as alice in wonderland and things like that. fluff is always open to meeting new people and often seeks them out in headspace to say hello.

typing quirk - o=❤️ (ex: the quick br❤️wn f❤️x jumps ❤️ver the lazy d❤️g.) quotation marks (ex: "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.") [tumblr only] pink text (ex: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.) dog sounds (ex: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog, woof! , the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog, yip!)

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[levandright]

hello! thank you for this fun event first of all, you’re so generous to be doing this, i hope it’s just as fun for you as it is fun for us and i hope you don’t become stressed with too many requests hahaha 🩷🩷

my persona: i am 168cm (5’6?), my fashion is a comfortable style, i like to wear baggy jeans and neutral colors, crop tops and nice shoes, and i never wear makeup 🫣

i am an introvert (ISTJ/ISFJ) i find it hard to talk to new people but when i do speak i can easily make friends, my best quality is probably my humor and im a very good listener, im empathetic but also logical, i like learning and im very critical, im chill, im a bit lazy/unmotivated, im not very loud, my humor is absurd things/illogical things, characters i relate to the most are: garfield, coraline, alice in wonderland, shrek. im procrastinating, sympathetic, soft-hearted, soft-spoken, reserved, affectionate, anxious, traditional, non-conforming, gentle, generous

i did a personality test and it told me: “You tend to focus on the straight facts in front of you, instead of thinking about hypotheticals and other possibilities. You do not spend too much time dwelling on your own emotions or past experiences.” “While you often organize and schedule your time, you also appreciate spontaneity and the value of just letting things happen. You try to do just the right amount of planning, but not too much.” “In group situations, you are more reserved than most people. You tend to speak less often, speak more softly, and smile and laugh less frequently than others in these settings. You are more comfortable when playing a supporting role, rather than taking charge and leading the group.” “You strive to be helpful and cooperative, and people often see you as a team player. You are more likely to do what is best for the group, rather than only do what is best for you.” “You tend to worry and imagine the various ways that things could go wrong. You also ruminate on your past decisions and wonder whether you did or said the right thing.”

my favorite season is winter because i love the snow and the cold, i am a virgo sun virgo moon libra rising virgo venus virgo mercury and pisces mars.

i like playing the sims, reading books, dancing, watching comedy/horror movies, i love watching the office and pen15, but my biggest hobby is eating food with friends or hanging out with friends in general

my ideal type would be a pure, respectful, kind guy with good intentions, like kinda innocent but not in a babyish way, someone who wants to take the lead and is good at expressing his love, a guy who blushes easily and likes to joke around/tease each other. my favorite trope is friends to lovers because i have to be friends with someone/comfortable with them before dating them, and my love languages are 1. physical touch 2. quality time 3. acts of service

my fandom: nct dream!!! and i would like a moodboard please <3

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... NA JAEMIN

JAEMIN notices the small things that make you happy, like your love for food, playing sims and reading. when he's not feeling like doing anything, he'll go watch you play the sims, probably has luna or lucy in his lap to pet while watching you torture play with your sims.

JAEMIN would plan cozy and fun winter dates—building snowmen, sipping hot chocolate at cafes, or strolling through snowy parks while bundled up together. he’d hold your hand to keep it warm or even wrap his scarf around you, grinning as he says, “can’t have my favorite person freezing out here.”

JAEMIN compliments you effortlessly, noticing every detail: “the way your hair falls over your sweater is so pretty,” or “you look amazing, but what’s new? ah, i know! you're wearing the crop top i bought you~” his words would always feel genuine and make you blush.

JAEMIN holds your hand in quiet moments, wraps you in warm hugs during cold winter evenings, and finds every excuse to keep close to you. adores your clinginess in private, lets you rest your head on his shoulder or snuggle close to him while binge-watching your favorite shows.

JAEMIN is someone you can always rely on when you're feeling frustrated or stuck, he would cheer you on with sweet and encouraging words like: "you got this!" or "it'll take a while, but i know you'll figure it out."

JAEMIN wholeheartedly embraces your sense of humor. if you laugh at something completely random, he’d laugh too. sometimes at the joke and sometimes just at how amused you are by it. the two of you definitely have your own inside jokes that no one else understands, he texts you memes or funny clips that he thinks you'd like.

JAEMIN would be the first to notice if you're feeling anxious and start being more reserved, he'll offer you comfort quietly and will simply sit beside you while holding, and squeezing your hand until you feel ready to talj.

.☘︎ ݁˖ lev notes : haha ty! don't worry its fun for me too :) making the playlists and moodboards is very enjoyable for me. the amount is a lot i must admit, but its not as hard as it looks like (well i don't think it is cause im having fun thinking of headcanons but other ppl might struggle to keep up with so many matchups i will say) i just honestly missed when matchups used to be more popular T-T but that was like 2-3 years ago back in peak tumblr era, i loved getting matches back then so now that im a writer i want to have others experienc what i did back then! .☘︎ ݁˖ want to find your own match? apply here! curious about other matches?

[virgolixx]

Could we please get some nsfw/kink headcanons for Cana, Lisanna, and Lucy with a male reader?

Head cannon:

:How are these Fairy tail women with their Male S/O in bed/ their kinks:

Cana, Lisanna, Lucy

Theme: NSFW 18+

⚠️Warnings: Sexual Mentions

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Cana:

Cana is very comfortable with you and I see her being down to trying anything at least once, though there are some things/positions she likes better than others and other she won’t ever do again.

I feel like Cana would be a switch depending on her mood and the situation that got you both needy.

For kinks I’d say Cana wouldn’t really be all into them but would be ok with some spanking and a mixture of praise and degradation. Also be sure to know alcohol would be into the mix, like use it to get you both going, or even make a game out of it (with consent of course), I feel like she wouldn’t mind to try any other kinks.

Rounds: I’d say Cana would go for a max of 3 rounds when sober, but when already talked about and fully in consent probably up to 5 rounds before she knocks out and sleeps.

Noise: she wouldn’t be loud but would let out a couple moans, and occasionally whimper when you outta no where surprised her with a new tactic, although if she doesn’t like the new tactic she’d probably grunt and push your shoulder a bit away, telling you she didn’t like it and to either do what you where doing before or try something else.

Cana Is 50/50 on head, she wouldn’t really go out to do it but if you desire it she’d do it for you, although when tipsy/drunk just know she won’t stop till you practically dry.

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Lisanna:

This little angel is literally so innocent but with a hidden freaky girl waiting to learn and come out. Tbh I feel you would probably be her first.

No doubt about Lisanna is 100% a sub.

For kinks Lisanna doesn’t know much about them hence being innocent and probably learning about them through you, but I believe she’d melt with praises and degradation, body worship/finger gliding. And slight choking.

I know later into the relationship she would include her powers into the mix (basically any type of ears or tails you can pull on).

Rounds: In the begging of your relationship with Lisanna she’d probably just be comfortable with one round and would mostly be vanilla, but later in the years Lisanna would be so much more comfortable with you and with her own body that she would probably like to go up to 3-4 rounds and with slight more roughness into them. During those rounds I feel like she would include her powers during the sessions.

Noise: I see her more to whimper and let small squeaks out though occasionally moan. (During the beginning of your relationship I see her using her hands to somewhat cover her mouth due to being flustered. She would 100% grip onto your shoulders at first due to the new found type of pleasure, and later on Lisanna would loosely wrap her arms around your neck while tugging on your hair).

Head: Lisanna being shy she will not ask to give you head but would gleefully take you if you ask her. (Even if it would be her first time giving you some she’s wants it so bad but hush hush she won’t actually let you know she wants it, nope not ever).

With Lisanna she’s such a sweetheart who would wholeheartedly love you and be ready to try something, although at first was scared to do it wrong or not up to your expectations, but was so happy that you accepted her little to no knowledge and helped her grow into her freaky lil self.

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Lucy:

Lucy is slightly of a freaky girl who is a blushing mess.

Lucy is a sub although occasionally dom tho rare.

For kinks Lucy would be into all the good old ones, choking, degrading/praise, spanking. I also believe she would be into some temperature play and bondage.

Rounds: Lucy would probably go for 2-3 rounds like she’s freaky but not that freaky freaky.

With noise Lucy would be the normal amount, she will moan and whimper a bit.

Lucy would probably disliking giving head but would occasionally allow you to have your fun and go for it.

[akanesheep]

Okay so im biased cus Lucifer and Mammon actively occupy the same space at the top of my list. But, I like how your 'how they fall in love with you' posts are perfectly opposite.

Mammon clearly falls fast. I also suspect that were you any other human, he wouldn't just make a pact like that. No I don't even think he truly grasped that making a pact with you was special until you made one with Levi next and it occured to him that he wanted it to stay just the two of you. I think after you made it with Levi it starts hitting him whats happened. That its too late.

He almost entierly skipped being friends and went right to being in love with his best friend. Its fast and happened right in front of him but he's loud and bombastic and didnt realize it until his greed kicked in over you.

Wheras Lucifer is calm. I think its around the chapter he dances with you, and holds your hand tight as he threatens you before Solomon steps in that things begin to come together. Love isn't the word, no. But you stick out in his mind more. You burn at something in him more after that and it isn't until you are in front of him asking for a pact does it come together.

But he doesn't lose control or panic the way Mammon did. No. Lucifer doesn't panic because it all makes sense. It all clicks that this is truly, purely, love and he isn't in the business of so stupidly lying to himself when youre right here. But he's prideful afterall. And he doesn't even belong to the one demon who he pledged loyalty to, so he won't belong to a human. But you will him.

And he has watched you all year. He knows you want it. You want to belong to him and he transforms as a final test of your own love. Hes been in this form in an aggressive hostile manner which more then once could have cost you your life. So he turns now and if you stand your ground? Thats all he needs to know. He can be whatever he wants towards you, and you trust him for it.

In my headcanons you have special relationships with all the brothers but its an unspoken thing amongst all of them that the one between you and Lucifer is the deepest.

Mammon is fun, and falls hard for you and your relationship is surrounded by that ridiculousness that makes you two best friends in the first place. Mammons love is easy. You belong to each other. Despite everything you're still best friends, you're equals.

Lucifer's love is complex, and deep. It's a mature relationship that is extremely rare amongst even the closest of romantic couples between demons. But you're special and he won't accept letting anyone else have you the way he does. He belongs to you yes, but you belong to him more. He can't have you the way his brothers have you. If you belong to him though? It's because you want it just as much as he does.

Mammons love is your heart and Lucifer's is your soul. And the other brothers fill in the gaps between those spaces and makes you complete.

But if theres something they know is special between you and Mammon, its even moreso between you and Lucifer.

But their demons. Which means respecting that without issue is physically impossible because that would require any of them to not be comically selfish to a degree but you love them for it.

Oh my Diavolo, I love you! You literally read my mind.

(I’d typed this out a bit ago and tumblr decided it was a tasty snack and ate it)

Seriously though, this is exactly how I feel. I’m planning to do a post after I finish these ‘How they fell’ posts to talk about the automatic hierarchy of these relationships. How they move and flow together. How each of them have their own difficulties from time to time (especially Levi’s envy and Mammon’s greed), but somehow they all understand the situation without too many problems… and Dia & Barbatos are able to flow in just as well… and the only two that Luci would bow to (metaphorically, as Luci likely doesn’t bow physically to Diavolo, and Dia doesn’t require it as he knows the way the sins work for each brother).

Thanks for enjoying my content, and message me anytime ^_^

[vickyvicarious]

So October 4 is the most likely when Jonathan read everything Mina had been keeping to herself, and Mina to read a. Jonathan trying to convince himself to keep her in the dark while noticing her having cried b. his outburst at van Helsing and his oath?

Yeah, it seems that way! It is possible to interpret the line otherwise: "Mina and I fear to be idle, so we have been over all the diaries again and again." could just refer to them reviewing the previously-collected information some more. Last year in fact I suspected that Jonathan at least hadn't talked to her about those things.

But now I don't think that makes as much sense as them adding in their more current information as well. The decision to keep Mina in the dark (for Dracula spying reasons this time) doesn't come until the next day (5 October). That means that they're still operating very much in 'she must know everything now' mode, and so at the very least Jonathan would want her to be aware of the things they all did without her on 1-2 October. And he certainly wouldn't just stop her from reading in detail about how they dealt with the rest of the boxes and confronted Dracula in Piccadilly - that's just as relevant information.

I imagine they exchanged diaries to read what the other had written that they'd missed, and maybe even listened to/transcribed Jack's latest entries as well. However, while they both got up to speed on the others' private thoughts, I do not think they talked about them. I imagine them sitting together in the same room, reading about Mina's tears/Jonathan's oath, about Mina's guilt/Jonathan's outburst... maybe they are even sitting close enough to touch. Maybe they hold hands at some points. But they don't speak of what they have read in one another's diaries. Neither can composedly. The most they can manage is Mina suggesting (hoping out loud) that there is some guiding purpose to all this, and Jonathan (also trying to hope) agreeing. Other than that, they don't talk details. They don't say, "so both of us brought up the possibility of willingly dying in different ways" or "Mina feels like she brought Lucy to Dracula but Jonathan almost certainly feels like he brought Dracula to both England/Lucy generally and more specifically Mina herself by excluding her." You know what I mean? They're both so tied up in guilt and fear and determination that they can't handle such a conversation. There's no way to bring up a concern in the other's diary without opening up to a similar one in your own - and especially with stuff like the vow it could put them at odds in a way they desperately wouldn't want to be on that day.

Maybe they would hash out logistics, timeline type stuff ("when it felt like the air cleared in the chapel it's because Dracula was leaving and going to the asylum at the same time") but I think only as it really seemed relevant to the current situation and what they might need to do. For the most part I imagine them reading silently.

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Stress reliever

A/n: this idea has been on my mind since I read the ending of volume 17. PLATONIC ONLY!! Co-written by @stupideelblog I didn't proofread this so . Ignore that the tense is inconsistent.

Warnings: stress, tickles

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!!!

If you're not into that kind of thing, just scroll!!

This is a strange request. Ango was hesitant, not understanding why Dazai had asked him to do this. When he had gotten the message from Dazai requesting that he help Atsushi relieve some stress, it had surprised him. It would’ve been a pretty normal favor if not for what Dazai had asked him to do specifically. How was he supposed to approach this situation? Hey Atsushi, Dazai wants me to tickle you. Come here. Yeah, no. He has to make this happen somewhat naturally at least. Or, he was going to try. 

He sees Atsushi sitting down across the room, reading something. His brow is furrowed and he seems frustrated for some reason. Ango decides to just bite the bullet and approaches him.

“Hello, Atsushi,” He starts.

Atsushi had been reading something. Or trying to at least. He was sat on the sofa in Lucy’s ability room, criss cross with a book in his hands, but the words just seemed to muddle when he read them. He didn’t understand it one bit. He was broken out of said train of thought when he heard Ango’s voice in front of him. He tilted his head up to look at the olders face. 

‘Um.. hi Ango-san? Is everything okay?”

Ango paused, not sure how to lead into this. “Yes, of course. I was just coming in here to check on you. See how you’re doing. I heard you’ve been stressed lately. Is that true?” He asked, now only standing a foot or two away from him. Atsushi moved over a little to make room for Ango to sit, still sitting crisscrossed on the couch. 

“Ah.. A little, but it’s okay. I think anyone would be stressed out under these conditions.”

The were-tiger gave a half hearted smile, scratching the back of his neck. Ango sat down next to him, sensing the pain in his voice. “I could… help you. With your stress. If you’d like,” He says this cautiously. He wondered if Atsushi was even ticklish. He must have been, for Dazai to make this request. Plus, Atsushi seemed like the type.

“Oh?” Atsushi tilted his head softly, the stressed look being mostly replaced by a curious one. He set the book fully aside. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” He said, reaching out and pinching Atsushi's side a couple of times to test the waters. “Laughter is a pretty good method to relieve stress. Laughter releases endorphins, and that can help you feel lighter and less stressed.”

This caused atsushi’s eyes to widen a little as he gave a loud yelp. Immediately, he jumped up from his place on the sofa, scrambling to the other side of it. “A-any- other ideas-?”

Ango smiled a bit at the sudden reaction. He had barely touched him; he wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction. Maybe this was a good idea after all. “Are you ticklish, Atsushi?” Ango asked, already knowing the answer from the seconds beforehand, but wanting to hear it for himself.

“N-no I just- you just startled me- I- no-!” Atsushi internally kicked himself for stammering so much already. He could feel his face growing warmer as he held out his hands in a defensive way, making sure he was as far on the couch from Ango as possible. He was surprised, if we’re being honest. Ango didn’t seem like the. Tickler type, which he wasn’t, for the most part. Except when it came to certain people. With those few people, he most definitely was. 

“You’re not ticklish?” Ango asked. “Are you sure?” This interaction reminded him of how a lot of his conversations with Dazai would go. Dazai still, to this day, denies being ticklish, even though he’s been proven wrong many, many times before. Atsushi’s stuttering was funny though. He seemed to be getting a whole lot more flustered than some of the other people Ango had tickled before. Atsushi shook his head back and forth quite rapidly, still pushing himself back on the couch using his feet, before tumbling over the arm of the couch, which he was quick to recover from as he peered over the arm of the couch to look at Ango. “St-stay over there.”

Ango did not oblige to the request. He scooted even closer to the weretiger. This was going to work really well, wasn’t it. “You’re blushing,” Ango pointed out, knowing it would only probably fluster him more. He reached over and poked Atsushi in the stomach a few times.

"I'm nohot—!" Both Atsushi's hands flew to cover his mouth, his knees curling up defensively to his chest before scrambling backwards, now halfway across the floor away from the couch. His blush darkened.

"Was that a giggle? Perfect, more of that," Ango said, standing up to go after him. “It's okay Atsushi, just relax.” He kneels down next to Atsushi before he can get back up, and starts scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. Atsushi’s face is so red at this point, and Ango loves it. Both Atsushi's arms immediately come down, wrapping around his torso defensively, before alternating between trying to push him away and cover his stomach. He holds his breath, trying not to giggle out loud.          

Oh, he was trying not to laugh? That wasn't going to last long. Ango was able to masterfully evade Atsuhi’s arms, poking and squeezing around them, on his stomach and sides and wherever else he could reach. “Come on, laugh~”

His arms settled on defensively wrapping around his entire torso, kicking his feet a little. His nose scrunched up and he gave little squeaking noises. They melted Ango's heart. He was surprised at how cute this was. He was warming up to Dazai’s plan very quickly with these reactions. His hands slipped under Atsushi’s shirt, scratching at his lower stomach, causing the weretiger to give what sounded like a squeal. His hands scrambled against his shirt, trying to shove Ango's hands out of it. And out poured squeaky giggles. Atsushi's eyes squeezed shut. "St-stohop it!"

Ango’s smile grew even wider. “Awww,” He said. His fingers crawled over to Atsushi’s sides, lightly scribbling up and down. It was really easy to push his arms out of the way. It was almost like Atsushi was weakened by the tickles. Atsushi squeaked, pawing at Ango's hands like a cat. He twisted back and forth under the fingers of the other. "A-Ahango-san—!"

“Yes?” Ango said, not letting up. He used one hand to pin one of Atsushi’s arms above his head, wiggling his fingers under his arm. “What is it?”

"nO!" He squeaked, trying to grab onto Ango's wrist and push him away. He giggled brightly, his blonde hair becoming a mess against the floor as his head shook. His bright red face contrasted his light hair. "StohOp!"

“You're smiling so much though! Doesn't the laughter feel nice?” Ango said, pinning the other hand under his same one. “You seem to be having fun.” His fingers traveled to the other arm, and he trailed his fingers all the way down. Atsushi's laughter varied In pitches, smiling widely. His fangs showed from behind his lips. "I'm nohOt! St—" he was very rudely interrupted by a squeak "Stohop—!"

Ango paused for a second. “Do you really want me to stop?” Knowing that Atsushi probably enjoyed it, he wanted to keep going. But at the same time, wanted to make sure he wasn't overdoing it. Dazai was always way more resilient, so Atsushi breaking this easily was something he wasn't used to.

"Wh— i—" Atsushi looked a little shocked as his cheeks steadily grew red again. "O-of course I do—!" He spoke, not very convincingly. 

“Really?” Ango asked. The tone of Atsushi’s voice gave it all away. The stuttering and the blushiness? Both dead giveaways. He definitely enjoyed this. Ango began poking at his ribs., causing the younger to press his lips together, tightening his hands into fists, scrunching up his face and burying it in his arm. He squeaked and twitched at each poke. He nodded. 

"MHm—!" 

“You're so squeaky,” Ango pointed out. “I think you're one of the most ticklish people i've met.” He dug his fingers into Atsushi’s side right below his ribs, grinning. The weretiger gave a bright squeal, rolling over and managing to escape Ango had on him. He sat himself up, still giggling and holding his hands out again, defensively. "Dohon't—"

The bright smile he couldn't seem to shake as he hid behind his knees was quite the source of embarrassment for him.

“Come here Atsushi~” Ango called out in a teasy voice. “I'll be gentle,” He said, knowing how sensitive Atsushi was. He wouldn't go as hard as he usually does with Dazai. He wiggled his fingers in the younger boy’s direction. Atsushi giggled harder, backing away more.  He peered over his knees at Ango and shook his head. "Nohoooo—"

Ango suddenly grabbed one of Atsushi’s legs, pulling the weretiger over in his direction. He scribbled his fingers over Atsushi’s foot, holding on tight to his ankle. Atsushi’s eyes went wide. He clawed at the ground in front of him with a shriek. "NOHOhO—!"

“Tickle tickle~” Ango grinned, knowing that saying that usually flustered anybody who he tickled. He studied Atsushi’s reactions to every different little spot, taking mental notes of which things seemed to tickle him the most.

He dragged a finger up and down Atsushi’s leg and spidered his fingers behind Atsushi’s knee. Atsushi gave shrieky giggles at this, pawing uselessly at the ground as if trying to crawl away from his tormentor. His lower half was much worse compared to his upper. 

"PlehEase—!"

Ango noticed how much bigger of a reaction he was getting. He dragged him closer before sitting on his thighs and lightly tickling the backs of Atsushi’s knees. He drags his fingers up and down his legs, smiling the whole time. Atsushi’s laughter was so contagious. It was so bright and fun, and he found himself wanting to hear more and more.

Atsushi yelped as he was pulled closer, burying his face in an arm pillow he'd made for himself. His feet kicked up and down. He tried to giggle out something along the lines of "Ango-san stop!" Or maybe an "it tickles—!" But found himself lost in the laughter.

“Trying to say something?” It all just sounded like laughter with a confused jumble of sounds to Ango. It was kind of adorable, really. He spun around and poked at Atsushi’s sides before digging his fingers into under his arms. Poor Atsushi was just too ticklish for his own good.

Atsushi’s arms shot down immediately, clinging to his side

"StOhoP ihiT—! NoHo mohoRe—!" 

His gloved hand came down three times to signal tapping out. 

"I'm behetter I prOhomIse—!"

Ango let up quickly, not wanting to kill him. He got up off of the poor boy and let him catch his breath. Atsushi was a mess. His face was bright red, his hair was all tangled, and he was out of breath.

“Are you alright?” Ango said, smiling at the wide smile plastered across Atsushi’s face.

Atsushi still giggled softly as he clumsily sat up, curling up into a ball. He nodded. “Wh-whahat was that for?”

“Well, you feel better, don’t you? That was the whole point.” It was to begin with, anyway. Ango ended up having a bit more fun than he had expected to have. At some point it had switched from a task he was doing out of kindness to Dazai, to something where he was just genuinely trying to make Atsushi laugh and have fun.

"Hmm.." he smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess I do. Thank you."

Ango smiled fondly, standing up and ruffling Atsushi’s hair. "Glad I could help. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

Atsushi took a minute to stare as Ango walked away before giggling softly, burying his face in his arms. Yeah, maybe he would. 

[ignitingwriting]

Igniting Writing ‘Mealtime’ Contest 2024, Submission by Neriya

Mealtime

Sweat was dripping profusely from the girl in front of me. Her forehead was all tensed up, like she was about to explode any moment.

I picked up a silver spoon. It was placed very delicately in front of me. The napkin under it was embroidered with shiny gold stars. The spoon felt cold yet warm in my shaking hands.

Tomato sauce glinted under the tube light above me, the cheese melting my heart. I slowly pushed the piece of silver closer to the dish in front of me. My food seemed to be taunting me. I mustered up all my courage and shoved my spoon into the dish.

Long silky strands of spaghetti were occupying half of my spoon while the other half was tomato sauce with beef on top. I pulled my spoon to my mouth and gently put it inside. The moment I took it out, my mouth was bursting with flavour all at once, salty and rich, moist and smooth. I closed my eyes to do my checklist. If the beef Bolognese was satisfactory enough.

I averted my eyes to the contestant. Her name was Evangeline. We both stared at each other; she was worried and I was chewing. I bent down and picked up a very elegant golden bow, the type that you would award to a person for such excellence at any activity.

And the moment came. Evangeline looked at me with tears in her eyes, her neck showing every and all signs of fright. I stood up. In that moment, everyone went silent. The golden bow was in my hands and I clenched it.

My hand shot across and the words that followed came out as loud and bold. “You are being awarded the chance to go to Paris for studies at the French Cooking Academy.”

A roar of applause broke out amongst the audience. Evangeline broke down in tears and bowed down to me, like I was some sort of goddess. She looked at the crowd and smiled. Such a happy ending.

I am Lucy Crawford. Worldwide cooking judge, food critic, whatever you want to call it. But labels aren’t nearly as close as they are to reality. This is my story. Quite an odd one, but it remains one of the most inspiring ones to date. At least, I think so.

You might be wondering what I had done to have such a high title in this modern world. And that story, my friend, begins on a flight.

I remember quite clearly what the situation was. I grew up in Spain, from a very poor family. As we were barely surviving, I was fixed on the idea of going to the US to become a lawyer and to be able to provide more for my parents further on in life. They highly encouraged me and helped me with this project and we saved enough to send me to LA for college.

I had said my goodbyes and hopped in a cab. The plush heated seats were something that I wasn’t used to and desperately wished to not end.

The airport was a majestic building, where you go to pursue your dreams and run away happily. Or so they said. All I thought of the airport was that it was cold and the lines where long. How convenient for a first-time flyer.

“May I see your passport?” a lady stood behind a counter and asked me questions. A lady with the most impeccable make up application, but to counter that she had quite a groggy face. Like she had been there for hours. To be fair she probably had been.

I slipped my passport and boarding pass across the marble counter and wondered where I would be seated on the flight. “You will be seated in the aisle seat.” Not to mention this lady had an awfully husky voice. I nodded and went on my way to the gate.

Once I boarded the flight, we soon took off. The food that we were offered was horrible, but because I was so used to not eating such large quantities of food, I thought it was the best thing I had ever eaten.

We soon landed and I booked a cab to the dormitories. The first thing I noticed when I got there was the rooms were very large. In reality they were actually very small, but I hadn’t minded because of the beds. The beds where the comfiest. In Spain, we would just sleep on the floor, but here there were soft beds. I truly slept like a baby those nights.

My roommate, Dot, used to constantly make fun of me, but in a friendly way. She acted like I had never seen proper clothes, food, or anything and proceeded to explain what everything was. Yet, we got along well. I balanced her teasing with a little of my own.

Our dorm had kitchens that were big enough to make cereal. I was making some homemade pasta for dinner in the evening, mac and cheese. It was your average mac and cheese; heck, I didn’t even make it myself, it was from the box. I stirred the concoction and started plating. I placed the mac and cheese evenly on both our plates and stepped back. Mac and cheese is not a healthy food, but it beautiful from afar.

I blinked my eyes and saw a salt sprinkler on the table. My mind was telling me that it was a very childish thing to do. Sprinkle salt on my roommate’s food that I made for her. Childish but fair. It was I who usually called Dot in for our little meals, so I had much time as I would need to add a tiny bit of salt to her dish.

I felt the cold glass echo in my hands when the angel on the right side of my shoulder was telling me that it was a bad idea and more importantly a bad thing to do. But the devil on the other shoulder encouraged me, saying that it was just a bit of fun. And a bit of fun never hurt anybody.

I sprinkled the salt over her mac and cheese. Then stepped back. You couldn’t tell it was there. “Dot, dinner’s ready.”

In a worn-out Hello Kitty shirt and some plaid joggers, Dot stepped out. “Mmm, this looks delicious, Lucy! Looks a bit plain though,” she foolishly retorted. She truly had no idea what amount of agony she was going to be in. Did I mention that I nearly emptied the salt bottle on her dish? But that didn’t matter…

She took a bite. Her famished face slowly churned into a disgusted expression and she started to gag. “LUCY, WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THESE?! WHY ARE THEY SO SALTY?”

I simply responded with a quick giggle and waved away her suspicions. “Oh, nothing, just a bit of love, that’s all.” Dot frowned at me and ran to the sink, then proceeded to spit more than she ever had in her lifetime.

Those were good days. Until I hit a bump. Not a speed bump, a big giant mountain. Things would never be the same again. I had walked in to my college classroom to take our finals. This was the test that determined whether or not we would become high profile lawyers.

Our teacher, Miss Debrah, was super strict on us, which caused stress for everyone. She didn’t have a soul, that woman. I wanted to give up, but I had worked so hard for this moment, so I was under no circumstances going to mess this up. I pushed through and gave it my all for this test.

And at last, it was over. I didn’t know at the moment what was going to happen next and I certainly wasn’t prepared for it. A week had gone by, surprisingly really quickly. I was happy and nothing could ruin it. Until it did.

Miss Debrah had called me in to her office for a chat. I found her office quite calming and relaxed, unlike herself. “Miss Crawford, you have been an excellent addition to this class, but I regret to inform you that you are no longer a part of this school. We have to let you go.”

The words stab like a sharp knife cutting through the layers of my body. The feeling is so painful I stutter to ask why. “The school thinks that people from certain backgrounds, such as yourself, are not good enough to successfully complete such education.”

Knowing that I would be kicked out and had to go back to Spain and disappoint my parents would be horrible, but this was 10 times worse. “I don’t mean to sound conceited, but this is so messed up! What kind of college prevents people of some background from education?”

I wanted to sound courageous, but the tears stinging in my eyes made my voice break, like a little child crying about a broken arm. Miss Debrah looked at me with a horrible smile and it felt like she might as well be the big bad wolf in this story.

“This college does. Young lady, you are starting to step out of line; please excuse yourself out of this office and pack up. Your flight will leave at 5:00am tomorrow.”

The witch had spoken. There was nothing I could do about it. Expect I made things worse.

“I hate you.”

Miss Debrah looked at me as if I had spit in her face a million times. Then I just walked out. I couldn’t take any more of this nonsense. The last thing I could do was cook. After all, it was only 10:00pm when I stopped crying.

Dot comforted me as much as she could, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “That goblin has something coming for her, I’ll tell you that. She had some nerve to…”

Halfway through Dot’s sentence, her stomach growled. What was I thinking? “Dot, I’m sorry, I’ll make you some food. You must be so hungry. I promise not to poison you this time.”

I smiled and Dot smiled back. Finally, something was happening around here. I prepped the kitchen and started to cook. Through my sadness. Through my pain. Through my confusion. I guess I was lost in the process because I don’t even remember what I cooked that night. The thoughts spiralled in my head, begging me not to lose full control. And I didn’t. I set up the table and got the dish ready. I called Dot in for dinner and we started to eat.

It had only been a few moments of silence before Dot spoke. “Lucy Crawford, I don't know what to say. This is the best meal I've ever had! Your dish is amazing!”

That moment changed everything. Dot, impressed, insisted on enrolling me in the country’s most prestigious cooking school. Despite the early morning hour and my flight, we rushed to the school. We got turned away in the beginning, but our persistence paid off when they agreed to taste my dish. Soon enough, they offered me a place!

My culinary journey took off. I graduated top of my class with honours, launched my own cooking show that hooked millions of viewers worldwide and I climbed the ranks to become a renowned food judge. Today, I host my own show and serve as an inspiration to aspiring chefs everywhere.

Looking back, that mealtime, that night in the dorm kitchen wasn’t just about cooking a meal. It was about discovering my true passion and the start of an incredible adventure that would define my life.

[asecretvice]

So I recently finished reading a book* whose scope was to take different aspects of how (generally) white European men** have been describing the biology of females in other species and try to shed some better research on the situation, and I think the part I want to share with y'all the most is about clownfish aka anemonefish aka 'Nemo.' This guy:

Like many reef fish, they have the ability to change biological sex. For anemonefish this is triggered by environmental circumstance. It seems that a group living together in an anemone is led by a territorial female and a main dude who watches over eggs, while a bunch of juvenile dudes*** hang about. If something happens to the female, the main dude starts transitioning to female and one of the young guys matures into the new househusband.

But here's where it gets really interesting: it can take months to years for the transition to fully take place. The change, scientists have discovered, begins in the brain.**** And for months or years,

The transitioning fish thus ha[s] a female brain but male gonads. Which could be considered confusing for the fish, but Rhodes is certain that, if asked, the fish would say it's female.

"That's the great thing about these fish: they will tell you," he told me. All he has to do is put the fish in a tank with another female. In the wild, these highly territorial fish refuse to share an anemone with another female, and they are guaranteed to fight, often to the death. {...} The simple experiment shows that these transitional anemonefish both behave like females and are recognized as females by other fish, even though they have testes. It's a very clear demonstration that brain sex, and thus all sexual behaviour, and gonadal sex can be uncoupled. {...} This exposes the flaw in assuming a linear relationship between gonadal sex, sexual identity, sexuality and sexed behaviour, even in a fish.

"The anemonefish question the way that we assign sex," Rhodes added. "The message of these fish is you should not define sex by the gonads."

Like, look. We shouldn't anthropomorphize animals when we can avoid it. And people shouldn't need scientific evidence to deserve respect from others. But. I hope any people out there struggling with their gender identity can see with this example that wherever you think you fall on that spectrum, nature has a space for you. And nature believes you when you say who you are. You are natural, and real, and it's not just in those admittedly delightful anecdotes where a friend's dog or cat who usually has trouble with a certain type of human made you the exception like they knew your gender before you did...just...it is concrete and it's everywhere; it's in birds and lizards and fish and mammals of all spots and stripes.

Be proud, even if you can't yet be loud about it. I love y'all. Happy pride month.

Also, somebody should do art of anemonefish in the various appropriate flag colors ^_^

*The book is called Bitch: On the Female of the Species by Lucy Cooke. A highly enjoyable read except for one sentence that stuck in my craw about Hawaii. Like lady I know you're British and probably ignorant about it but making a comment about how people are not native to the islands is not the way.

**Richard Dawkins is dragged fucking immediately lol

***The 'juvenile dudes' are technically 'juvenile dudes (gn).' The book explains, "Their immature gonads are officially 'ovotestes' with the potential to develop into male or female reproductive organs. They have some testicular tissue, but it's not actively producing sperm, and they also have ovarian tissue with undeveloped eggs." But of course ~Science~ has assigned them as males because that's the default, riiiiight? [Wrong on two levels. Evolutionarily speaking females likely existed millions of years before males did. I'm telling y'all I learned stuff reading this!]

****This has to do with the 'pre-optic area' which contains more neurons in females because it's concerned with egg production, etc. But multiple scientists caution in the book not to overemphasize the differences between sexes a) because like, what is a binary, and b) biological differences, especially in the brain, are not that significant.

[vergess]

speaking of gender markers i was reading that part and thought hm. purposeful parallels, in sync despite being on opposite hills. but really contrasting. All at once two voices shouted out to, "Halt!" One was my Jonathan's, raised in a high key of passion. The other Mr. Morris' strong resolute tone of quiet command.

van helsing had said that the laconic quincey was ''all man'', he is and looks like a rugged adventurer, likely tall and burly. and here i think that despite that he's american he acts like a british masculine ideal in this scene.

jonathan in contrast is all loud, passionate emotion. high emotion vs quiet command. also unlike quincey he looks frail- mina says he only started putting some meat on his bones late september, and since oct it's implied he's been neglecting himself. seward says his hands are ice cold. he's holding a blood-seeking "barbaric" weapon. he resembles more of a madman than the ideal hero.

Oh that is SUCH a good point.

Far and away, the character that my analytical relationship is weakest with is Quincey. I may not have fun talking about Dracula or Arthur the way I do Seward and the Harkers, but I at least understand their characters and can play with concepts around them (eg, I do actually know that Lucy is not symbolically associated with Gwenhwyffar save in the sense that she is the wife of their highest ranking guy, a british noble named Arthur, and people being little shits about that in the tags of my posts are more than welcome to make their own name posts about these characters because this is a non-scarcity scenario, THANKS)

But Quincey is like... Okay literally until the day he died, I had one (1) joke about Quincey, and it was that Bram Stoker clearly had a cowboy fetish.

Which made the emotional impact of his death and his little Gilgamesh acting three-parents ghost baby, VERY CONFUSING for me. Like WHY did I care so much?? How did his whole "stoic nod.GIF" and "Thank you kindly, little lady" shit SNEAK UP ON ME????

(Hint: Regardless of Stoker's situation, I do have a cowboy fetish so not thinking about Quincey may have been a survival strategy lol)

But Quincey acting as this impossible paragon of masculinity in isolation provides a great framework for me to examine him, especially in contrast to how blatantly and constantly GNC that... well, almost everyone around him is.

I say impossible, because as you point out, in his final scene Quincey is presenting a very English type of masculinity. Not even British, IMO. That's all England.

But that very English masculinity is, necessarily, incompatible with the Rugged American Masculinity he has been written to exude.

No, that's not right... the Rugged American Masculinity everyone keeps saying he exudes, while he primarily does insane nonsense.

Quincey is indeed "all man," in that he can and well become a paragon of whatever cultural ideal of masculinity is needed in any scene. Mutable in execution, yes, but always something you could summarize as "A Good Man," and get nods from everyone listening.

Which makes it all the more interesting that he seems (based on the novel I read, not any secondary sources) to have been written in solely to be impotent, impotent, impotent, then die in glory.

Hmm, hmm, hmm. Lots to consider!!

[goatchulu]

jealous! lucifer x gender neutral! reader

Genre: fluff, ig? slight smut in the end.

Fandom: obey me!

Prompt: you find yourself in a fake relationship, and now you're introducing your "boyfriend" to the demom brothers. they don't take it so well, especially lucifer.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of harassment and stalking, they make out in the end, reader's gender is unmentioned for your imagination (and inclusion).

lucifer takes another swig of his whisky, a slight burning sensation lingering on his throat. no matter the amount of alcohol he consumed that night, he couldn't escape the bitter feeling that was left inside his chest.

the two of you have been hitting it off pretty well for the past few weeks, if he could say so himself. the harmless complimenting and the subtle glancing had turned into ardent flirting and shows of affection overtime. you two were finally going somewhere with your mutual pinning, or so he thought.

lucifer didn't think his small (not so small) crush on you would lead anywhere, really. nor did he think you would reciprocate his infatuation. but with all the friendly interactions you had of late, anyone would assume you two were together in a romantic light.

now look, lucifer prides himself as a person. he was assertive, efficient, productive, level-headed and the voice of reason when stress is most prominent. but as a lover? lucifer wasn't so sure. he assumed you'd like someone more jolly and eccentric like mammon or someone more confident and charismatic like asmodeus. he didn't expect for you to even spare him a second glance when it came to the dating game. lucifer was a busy man after all, and he wasn't the most expressive when it came to emotions; not very ideal for a lover.

but what lucifer also did not expect was for you to bring home a common demon boy and introduce him as your significant other.

let's just say that all the built up tension and courting were all ruined by a single dinner party.

you had gathered all the demon brothers earlier that morning, claiming you had an important announcement to make. you went as far as inviting diavolo and his loyal butler, barbatos, to spend the evening over for dinner. they thanked you for the invitation, but they unfortunately, could not attend because of their hectic schedules.

lucifer, on the other hand, was more than happy to accept your invitation (though he was quick to cover up the smile he held when you came up to him). seeing as he already lives under the same roof as you, anways. his happiness would soon be diminished and grinded into dirty, pathetic, dust, though.

lucifer's eyes narrow as mammon's loud laughter bounces off the walls of the dining room. lucienne, your "boyfriend", had managed to crack the demon up with one of his silly stories about a strange elderly wizard that sold expensive medication made out of fairy wings that turned out to just be bedazzled dragon fly wings. he worked wonders with the avatar of greed, considering the fact that just a moment ago, mammon was cursing in jealousy and resentment as you sat with your newly introduced boyfriend.

luficer would've told mammon to shut up, but he feared saying something far more vulgar out of anger. the previous tension was already eased into a more domesticated athmosphere (credits to lucienne's charm and humor), lucifer didn't want to ruin dinner for his brothers, and especially not for you.

i mean, lucifer felt betrayed, he felt used and-- and played. how could you lead him on like this? but deep inside, he knew there was something else. he felt disappointed, he felt defeated, he felt crushed, he wished he'd done something sooner before this lucienne stole you away from him.

but anyways, back to the dinner party.

"you seem unusually quiet, lucy." asmo teases from across lucifer's seat. the phrase seems to capture everyone's attention, all eyes now on the grimacing and glaring lucifer.

"asmo's right, you haven't uttered a word since lucienne arrived, lucifer. is something wrong?" you chime in, causing lucifer to perk up. the thought of you worrying about his state sent sparks into his heart, but they were quick to disappear when lucienne asks him the same question.

"i'm fine." he replies to your concern, unable to hide the venom that strung on to his words. this only causes asmodeus to snicker, and leviathan to sink deeper into his seat. everyone else watches in concern as lucifer downs another glass of demom whiskey. you're about to ask him again, unsure about his reply, but he stops you before you could even form a word.

"i said i'm fine."

the air is tense, until eventually, mammon gasps out of nowhere. "don't tell me! lucifer is jealous!!~" he repeats in a sing song manner, only irking lucifer even further. no one else speaks up, the whole situation akward enough.

after a while, though, lucienne speaks up. he gestures at mammon, especially. hoping to stop the demon from escalating the situation. "hey mammon, wanna hear about that one time i accidentally professed my love for my eight grade math teacher?" mammon only settles back into his seat, ready for another laughing fit. the avatar of pride snaps at this, slamming his fists down the table before abruptly excusing himself with a "i have something to do."

he spares you one last glance. his heart aching with guilt from the way you had lowered your head in shame. lucifer didn't want to make you feel like he owned you, or that you weren't allowed to be with someone else... he just, he has enough reason to justify his anger right now and he really wants to dwell in it. he turns his head away from you, biting his lip to contain the guilt and pain that was threatening to seep out. he doesn't turn to look back as he walks away from the dining room in long and rushed strides.

lucifer walks down the dark hallways of lamentation, familiar with every nook and cranny the mansion had. he sighs in relief as his palm reaches out for a familiar door. it creaks as lucifer walks into his room, sounding just as glum as lucifer is.

he heads straight to his paperwork, silently hoping that they would provide him some sort of comfort. he tries to focus on anything but the thought of you or your unavailability, his mind barely processing any of the words that were printed out in front of him. he groans, his hands pulling on his jet black hair in frustration.

i mean, he should've expected this. lucienne was everything lucifer thought you would love. funny outgoing, caring, expressive, charismatic, a smooth talker and he looked at you with utmost respect and admiration. i mean, who in their right mind would choose old-schooled lucifer over the flawless lucienne?

you deserve lucienne and although lucifer thinks that no one in the three realms could ever deserve to call you theirs, he still thinks that lucienne is more deserving of you than lucifer could ever be. what were you doing to the poor demon? he was never one to admit defeat like this, and he especially wasn't the type of person that'd lower themself like this.

his rollercoaster of thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. his ears already familiar with this particular knocking pattern. he can't help but straighten himself up, suddenly aware of the way his hair is all sprawled out. he slicks it down with saliva, muttering a small "enter" soon after he finshes checking on his appearance.

his mood lightens just a little bit at the sight of your face. as much as lucifer wants to hate you right now, he couldn't possibly feel that way towards you. never, not in a quadrillion light years.

you sit down in front of him, a genuine look of concern on your face. this makes lucifer visibly frown, catching you a bit off guard. "i wanted to talk to you about something, lucifer." his eyes grow curious and a bit hopeful, wishing it were about something that would distract him from the current situation or give him even the tiniest bit of closure.

"it's about lucienne." and once again, you manage to crush all his hope with only a few words. lucifer swears that if he hears that name one more time, he would personally shove your lovely boyfriend down the deepest depths of the underworld.

you watch his brows furrow and his fist tighten on his quill. lucifer looks far from happy to hear you talk about your significant other right now. "look, i know you'd rather not hear about lucienne again, but it's really really important and i want you to just hear me out. just this once, please?"

lucifer couldn't stand the pleading look you were giving him. your puppy eyes were a weapon that you used on him often, and they always managed to work. a tired sigh leaves his lips, if it meant getting it over with then he'd listen. "fine," he snaps, not before rubbing at his temple in obvious distress. he's said fine, but his body language told you otherwise.

"someone's kind of harassing lucienne at the moment. stalking him, giving him unwanted gifts and constantly professing their love for him when he's told them multiple times that it made him uncomfortable. they're an admirer of some sorts. i'm posing as lucienne's lover in hopes that they'd back off for a while, but i wanted to see if you and diavolo could do some actual help. it's worrisome, really. and it's been stressing lucienne out for the past couple of weeks. pretending to be his significant other is the most i can do for him, i hope you understand."

lucifer only freezes in shock, guilt washing over him all so suddenly. you call out for him, effectively snapping him out of his short daze. of course you'd offer to help lucienne out, you've always been a kind person. in lucifer's eyes, atleast. he coughs into his hand, avoiding eye contact with you as he degrades himself for his previous selfishness.

"of course, i'll do my best to make sure this harasser is punished. the school and i will ensure that lucienne won't be seeing this stalker anytime soon. just keep supporting him like this, i suppose. tell him he can sleep here for the night. thank you for informing me about this." you smile at lucifer's response, relief overwhelming your senses. if this meant that lucienne was finally going to be safe and unbothered, you were overjoyed.

you jump at lucifer, thanking him, all the while, squeezing the life out of him. his heart races impossibly fast at the gesture, and you can't help but smirk at the red that tainted his cheeks. "just so you know, i still like you. and only you, lucy."

his breath comes to a halt. he was no longer able to contain the butterflies that crowded his stomach; shock and well, pure bliss apparent on his face. "does this mean i can kiss you?"

"do anything as you please."

lucifer lunges at you. capturing your lips into a hungry and impatient kiss. his hands roam all over your torso, looking for anything he could hold onto. he settles for your waist and you drape your hands over his shoulders. heaven knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

he manages to stumble through his room, leading you two to his bed. you part as he pushes you down to sit at the end of his king sized bed. he grins at the sight of you, disheveled and thirsty for more. the avatar of pride couldn't help but be excited for the faces you'll make in the unholy endeavors he's planning for you. he'll devour you, tear apart every innocent limb you have in your body. his imagination runs wild as he thinks of the many ways he'd mark you as his, exhibit you to the world and spread you wide open for his contenders to see. for them to know just how pathetic and needy lucifer could make you in an instant.

he bends down to kiss you again, pushing against your tounge with his own. he squeezes your thighs, digging his nails deep into the skin under the cloth still covering you. groans and grunts leave your lips as he countinues to caress your plush thighs.

as you two part, panting, a newfound possessiveness overtakes lucifer's eyes.

"you're mine."

[stanmammon]

Domestic Life Series: Lucifer

(early birthday present for Luci! Love you bby)

Who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?

Lucifer is always surprised when you beckon him closer just to plant a kiss on his nose, asking if that was truly all you wanted out of him. When you tell him that sometimes light-hearted simple affection suits a situation better he would agree, saying he just didn’t expect you to take such a gentle approach with someone like him. He confessed that he didn’t dislike it though he knows he’d never hear the end of it from his brothers about what a cutesy demon Lucifer was turning into that he accepted such loving gestures like a kiss on the nose.

Who sits on their partners lap as they wrap their arms around their partners neck?

It doesn’t happen often enough in your opinion but you loved seating yourself on Lucifer’s lap, enjoying the shocked expression not from just him but from the others around him as well. Diavolo and Barbatos seemed to be the only two who didn’t react with surprise, likely knowing of the relationship between you and Lucifer better than anyone else (involuntarily, as Lucifer wasn’t the type to gossip). It’s something that happens more in private than not, with you trying to steal his attention in the most direct way possible short of verbally demanding it. This was hit or miss depending on his mood as it often had him effortlessly picking you up to toss you on his bed, telling you to wait patiently until he was done your work or you wouldn’t be doing much sitting for the next week when he was done with you.

Who kisses the inside of their partner’s palm before reassuring them everything is going to be okay?

You knew Lucifer could be rather high-strung and that he put a lot of pressure on himself as the oldest brother so you attempted to find little things to give him some peace of mind. For the most part Lucifer preferred action to just physical affection so you assured the chores in the house were done properly and that his brothers weren’t getting into any petty squabbles over easily solvable things; for the most part you were quite helpful in that aspect. But sometimes the stress from school or doing tasks for Diavolo, things you could not help with, piled up to the point the only thing you could do was show Lucifer you supported him. He always found it amusing when you kissed his palm, delicately removing his glove before you did so to make some sort of show out of it; he told you that surprisingly it did actually calm him, allowing him a moment of peace to gather his thoughts before he dived back in.

Who initiates the forehead touch?

It always seems to be a mutual thing, the two of you drawn to one another in a time of need. You joked that two heads were better than one and Lucifer always chuckled lightly at that, saying he doesn’t know if he could stand having two heads on his body but he’s glad he has an outside source to rely on. You like it best when Lucifer’s hands are holding your face, even more when his gloves are off and you get to feel his warm skin against your cheeks. There’s something that feels so much more intimate when Lucifer removed his gloves, as though he was removing that outside layer he showed the world and was trusting you enough to see his real self behind closed doors.

Where do they first say “I love you”?

Walking down a cobblestone pathway towards a beautiful fountain, you remember clearly that you and Lucifer had been running around trying to prepare the perfect party for the twins. It required a lot of effort on both of your parts to get enough food to even potentially satisfy Beel but you were more than happy to help Lucifer, turning to him with a bright smile as you told him you were excited to see his reaction to the carefully prepared menu you’d come up with. Seeing that fondness for his brothers sets Lucifer’s heart alight and he feels like he can’t bear to hold back his feelings any longer, suddenly grabbing you and pulling you closer to him without warning. While you’re looking up at him with a startled look on your face he confessed to you which only furthered your confusion; the moment is, of course, interrupted by Mammon and Lucifer resented the fact that his first ‘I love you’ moment was completely spoiled but you promise that you, at least, remember it fondly.

Who wraps their arms around their partner who’s cooking?

Lucifer knew you did it both as a greeting and to be nosy as it was rather unusual to see him in the kitchen, cooking seemed to be the thing he did the least around the house if he could help it. You don’t think he’s a bad cook or anything like that but fending off Beel at the same time must have exhausted him; you enter under the guise of being a guard of the unused ingredients until it was time to add them to the meal but Lucifer caught you snacking constantly, threatening to ban you from the kitchen while he’s cooking right alongside Beelzebub. He preferred you hold him from behind because then at least he knew where you were and what you were up to.

Who breaks out the first aid kit when the other gets a paper cut?

Lucifer never stressed about much and while he did think you should be more careful; he wasn’t really the overly doting type. Or at least that’s what you thought initially but when it came to your safety Lucifer seemed incredibly thorough, taking care of even the smallest wounds you sustained as he didn’t want your condition to potentially worsen into a bigger problem. He used to be able to hide this behind not wanting Diavolo’s program to fail but in the end, his care is born from the deep love he felt for you and the fact of the matter is it hurts him to see you in any sort of pain.

Who cuddles up to the other?

There’s no safer place than in Lucifer’s arms, something he seemed quite happy to hear though he told you not to stroke his ego too much or else he’d have to put even higher expectations upon you. It was almost too natural for you to curl up into his side when the opportunity presented itself and even Asmo had pouted about how you were practically glued to Lucifer’s side, saying he wanted some of your loving cuddles too. Lucifer, of course, would not allow such a thing as this affection was for him and him alone, telling Asmo as such with a threatening aura that told the Avatar of Lust that he shouldn’t push the issue.

Who falls asleep on who? What is their reaction when the other falls asleep on them?

Lucifer is almost always working, late nights not being the least bit unusual to him, which is why it’s so unfortunate he can’t seem to stay up too late when he’s actually doing something he enjoyed. You noticed it happens when he drinks a little as well, nodding off and eventually falling asleep on your shoulder while you’re in the middle of watching a movie or listening to music together. You find yourself happy at the thought that Lucifer trusted you enough to fall asleep without worrying about you taking a picture of his sleeping face (which you absolutely did, but you told him about it and it was a photo that was just for you so he allowed it to continue existing).

Who likes to be held and who likes to hold?

Lucifer liked to be the one holding you. Having you in his arms made the relationship feel even more real, a friendly reminder that you were his and his alone because you were at his side. Lucifer didn’t often initiate cuddling which is why you knew he was in a mood when he pulled you close to him, wanting to lay in silence together without any type of forced conversation. Sometimes when he woke up at night he felt like nothing around him was real, that something was just about to pull the rug out of from under him and he’d learn that all that had happened to him the past few years was just a sham. The relieved hug he gives you shows just how much you meant to him even when he couldn’t find the words to say out loud.