#my one comfort is my cat seems to be back to normal aside from not liking his new food 😭😭

[kissingarthurclaus]

me irl

[signanothername]

HEYO, do you think your Regina GeorgeTM Nightmare would ever have moments of his past self just...idk how to word it rn, just like he slips back. He's there. Something that Nightmare wouldn't normally do, but just this once or twice?

Whether it's drawing the line at children. Killers can kill them. Nightmare would prefer to not....just, something about it is a little too similar for his liking. And if Killer asks, the answer is just 'I have standards' or something to try and cover it up?

Or, maybe a rare 'olive branch' between him and Dream? Perhaps he remembers a small detail and does something nice for once, even if it's a small thing, before going back to his bitchy self? Like, a tiny piece of candy Dream used to like. Or a moment of 'that's MY brother asshole', even if Nightmare still a piece of shit?

Or, not even a moments. What about small mannerisms he has from before, that he doesn't even realize he still has? Maybe it's posture. Maybe it's the way he tilts his head when listening or curious(as a child, it was much more innocent compared to now).

Just a thought I wanted your opinion on!

Hello!! Glad to see you in my inbox again! :D

That’s it Regina GeorgeTM Nightmare is what I’m calling him from now on chchhcchhc /hj

Ok thank you for asking that cause i wanted to ramble about how i view Nightmare for a long time and now the time has come, cause i usually talk about him in fragments, bits and pieces here and there, never fully diving into his personality as a whole

Thing is, corrupted or not, i like to believe he’s still Nightmare y’know? Beneath all that bitchiness, he’s still the same quiet loner little guy that was just never dealt a fair hand by life

I have talked before very quickly about how i think Nightmare has moments of kindness

And even talked a bit in depth about why i think Nightmare is extremely bitchy

And you better believe i love to think Nightmare has those little moments in which he has a kind thought that just seems out of character for him, but it’s truly not, it’s just that little guy inside is still there, it’s just harder for Nightmare to truly think clearly with all the corruption that consumes him

Not only that but i absolutely love to think a lot of his habits are still the same, maybe developed or slightly changed but still very much the same

and i even sketched a few sketches concerning these two points, i just never shared them

In the first sketch, Nightmare is thinking about bringing Killer to Ccino’s Cat cafe, bringing killer to the cafe has no benefit to Nightmare whatsoever, it only serves to make Killer happy (something that completely opposes Nightmare’s goal of spreading negativity) yet he still thought about it, it’s just one of those moments where his little guy self just shines through

In the second sketch, it shows a lil headcanon of mine that Nightmare never broke a habit (and even something of a coping mechanism /comfort) of finding a tree to sit by when he reads, it helps clear his head, and i like to fully believe Nightmare doesn’t truly realize he does this cause it reminds him of better simpler times when he was just a happy content child reading a book under his mom’s leaves

That aside, sometimes i love to include little details in my art that people usually don’t really notice most the time, one little detail is that i love to have Dream and Nightmare grip their clothes as a child would when they are distressed (especially if it’s specifically anxiety/fear)

That’s just plays into a little headcanon of mine that it’s a habit Dream and Nightmare had since childhood and neither of them broke it, nor they’re ever gonna truly break it, what I’m saying is Nightmare’s child-like behavior is very prominent when he’s distressed, and i love to think so cause Nightmare is first and foremost, a wounded fearful lonely child, someone who’s inner child never healed, so when things scare or distress him, his inner child just takes over and such habits make themselves known

To me Nightmare is still Nightmare, it’s just that the corruption has taken over and made his pain worse and by extension he wants to let that pain out by inflecting it on others, all while not truly realizing that he does it to let his own pain out, in fact, I wholeheartedly believe that if someone (say Killer for example) kept pressing him by questions as to why he does what he does, eventually Nightmare would hit a wall only to realize “huh… why am i doing this?” Cause Nightmare would never settle for a bitchy answer like “why not?” It’s beneath him

Not only that but i fully believe Nightmare can get those moments of weakness in which the past just eats away at him, something I sketched for too :’)

And when it comes to Dream, he definitely has those moments of hesitation that he himself doesn’t fully understand, he fully believes that he doesn’t care for Dream at all, even tho it’s not true

I even talked about Dream and Nightmare coexisting before

And even this animatic, in which Nightmare (while being unphased/ unresponsive to Dream’s affection at first) still allowed Dream to show him his affection and let Dream hug him, only to return it by a very subtle head tilt leaning towards Dream before returning to his bitchy self

And I even wanna bring attention to this lil comic (and the ramble I made in the reblog about it dhhxhx) cause I feel like it also explores Nightmare’s fears to an extent

Fears of feeling weak, cause Nightmare definitely developed the mindset that the strong devours the weak, i like to think Nightmare hates feeling weak cause who would protect him but himself?

That being said, he maybe a bitch, but he’s also a deeply traumatized individual with an inner child who’s in dire need to heal, my man needs therapy and love <33333

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 44]

*reposted because the chapter disappeared!*

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Chapter warning(s): (y/n) has a little breakdown, she's emotional and feels guilt (leading to her being stressed and overwhelmed)

"I guess it's been obvious to those that can read me. I wanted to clear my head a bit more before coming to talk to you about it. But it seems like I've been unsuccessful." You replied honestly, resting your head on your free hand.

"Just lay out all your thoughts here. I'll help you sort them through if you'd like." Yunho offered.

"I appreciate that, Yun. Really... It's just..."

"I'm one of the reasons why you can't make a decision, right?" He spoke softly. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. There was patience and love, no anger or sarcasm.

"Yun, it's not your fault. It's me... I'm just overthinking everything." You sighed, taking a small bite of your porridge.

"Don't beat yourself up for overthinking or feeling guilt. It's normal." He comforted.

"No matter what your decision is, nothing is going to change between us, alright?" He held your chin, tilting your head up to make you look at him.

"I know." You nodded, a small smile appearing on your face, leaning in to press your forehead against his. Count on Yunho to make you feel like you were the most loved person in the world, that look he gave you, it's like you hold his world in your hands. Yunho smiled back, going forward to give you a peck.

"It'll be okay, it's not like one of us is going off to war." He chuckled and stroked your cheek.

"I know that... It'll just be... different, you know?" You shrugged, the both of you going back to your meals before it got too cold. Yunho silently laid his hand over yours.

"It feels like I'm abandoning ship. All of us started this together, from day 1. If I leave, I'm taking 3 others with me." You sighed.

"And that's okay. It doesn't mean we're ending anything, love. We're all still family." He reminded.

"I still need to think this over. It's not a decision I can make right now for everyone, not right this instant. I need to talk to the others first." You gulped.

"Of course, take all the time you need." Yunho pulled you in to kiss your temple.

After the food was done, you put your bowl in the dishwasher and got yourself a beer. You needed the alcohol to calm your nerves and take the edge off. Mingi and San dragged Yunho away to play video games so you stayed in your room with Seonghwa.

"What's wrong? I can hear you think." Seonghwa asked, his vision trained on his switch game.

"Yunho brought up the contract, he knows I've been thinking about it. And of course, he was so god damn nice about it. I hate it." You groaned into the blanket.

"You're hearing yourself right? You hate that he's giving you the freedom and opportunity to choose what you want to do."

"Feminism aside. I want him to tell me what he wants. He always caters to my needs and wants." You sighed.

"So this time, you want him to tell you to stay or to go? Do you think that will help you make a decision?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, putting his switch aside.

"Ugh, I don't know, Hwa. Stop asking me more questions!" You groaned, falling back onto the pillow.

"Jagi, what's wrong?" Wooyoung poked his head into the room. He noticed it was just you and Seonghwa so he invited himself in. Jongho trailed in behind him, closing the door. Wooyoung laid beside you, his arms around your waist to snuggle with you while Jongho sat at the foot of the bed.

"Are you still stressing about the contract?" Jongho asked. You nodded glumly.

"My poor jagi... Jongho told me what's been bothering you... About our contracts ending." Wooyoung cooed, combing your hair away from your face lovingly.

"What should I do, Woo?" You turned to him.

"Wait, you're asking me?" Wooyoung blinked in confusion as your sudden question.

"She just wants you to give an answer so she doesn't have to think about it." Seonghwa said, knowing you well. You rolled your eyes and pinched his thigh, making him flinch.

"Yunho told me that it's my decision, that things won't change between us." You sat up, running your fingers through your hair.

"He's right. Nothing will change between us and them, we're all friends, a big family. Doesn't mean we don't work together, that we aren't a family anymore or that we won't see each other ever again." Wooyoung said.

"That's what Seonghwa hyung and I said. Yunho hyung won't let the decision hurt his relationship. But (y/n)'s feeling the guilt of leaving Yunho and the others." Jongho explained further.

"Yunho's too nice. He won't ever tell me to stay. But... now that we're all here, what do all of you want?" You asked them.

"We'll follow you. We're sticking together." Wooyoung said, looking to Jongho and Seonghwa.

"Agreed." The two nodded.

"You're not making this decision any easier on me. You all have the talents to work in better kitchens, under bigger management and getting a higher pay." You clicked your tongue.

"Who needs all that when we know we work best together and achieve results?" Seonghwa pointed out.

"Be honest with me, are you guys still getting offers?" You asked. They all looked at each other before nodding their heads slowly. It wasn't really a secret between the 4 of you that each of you got occasional offers from restaurants to join their team or pop up kitchens to come for short stints of work.

"Anything tempting?" You probed further.

"Not really." Jongho replied, checking his phone. You grabbed your phone, looking through your emails to refresh your memory of who had sent you job offers too.

"I wish Yunho would tell me what he wants. Saves me making a decision." You said, mainly to Jongho and Wooyoung.

"Can you say for certain, you won't be disappointed with his decision?" Wooyoung tilted his head.

"It's not that... To me, this is a big decision and I feel like I should be considering him as a factor in that decision." You tried to explain your feelings to them.

"But it's because this is a big decision that he wouldn't want his wants to get in the way of what you want." Seonghwa said.

"He's always putting me first. And for once, I just want to do the same for him." You let out a shaky breath. Maybe there was just so much more to this than you want to admit. It's not just about the job, it's about your relationship with Yunho.

"Jagi, is that another reason why you're so stressed out about this?" Wooyoung melted, stroking your head. You nodded and fell forward to his chest for him to hug you.

"I know this is one of many decisions I'll have to make in life and in my relationship. But so far, everything has been on my terms because what, I'm too emotionally unstable. And I hate it." You choked.

"Oh, sweetheart." Seonghwa rubbed your back.

"There's nothing to feel bad about. You're a couple that just shows each other love in different ways. You do it through acts of service and all 'this' is how Yunho shows his." Jongho comforted.

"I know it's not easy but don't think about this decision as an ultimatum or that it'll reflect your relationship with Yunho." Seonghwa said.

"You don't have to rush to a decision. For now, just enjoy this vacation." Wooyoung kissed your head.

"He's right. None of us are expecting you to make this decision right now, even Yunho. Who knows, maybe the cards will fall into place on their own." Seonghwa smiled softly. You were glad that you had the 3 of them by your side. Even if you felt guilty, you never wanted to work separately from them.

"Where's (y/n)?" Hongjoong asked, coming back from the deck to see Yunho lounging on the couch, watching Mingi and Yeosang challenge each other at mario kart.

"She's upstairs with Seonghwa hyung, Wooyoung and Jongho." Yunho replied.

"They're probably discussing the contract thing." Yeosang said, not taking his eyes off the game

"Yeah..." Yunho replied curtly. He didn't want to say anything more to that. That decision was yours and the team's to make. That's why Yunho hadn't gone to find you yet, giving you privacy.

"At the same time, we should discussing all of your contracts too." Yunho sat up, diverting the subject.

"Our contracts are ending?" Mingi agreed.

"Well, it is in your contracts that you can leave at any time. So I just wanted to check with all of you. There's no obligation to stay, of course. I'm already very grateful that you've all helped me so much the past year." Yunho said to his friends.

"I'll be having to take a step back. I can still work but not as actively as I am now. I've got some invites for custom fashion pieces to be made." Hongjoong raised his hand.

"Wow, that sounds amazing, hyung. Congratulations." All the boys clapped for the oldest.

"Thank you." Hongjoong grinned.

"Are you sure it won't be too taxing on you to work at the restaurant and do your projects at the same time, hyung?" San asked.

"I'll be fine. And until these projects have actual results, I'll need to get money to pay for all my supplies and studio rental somehow." Hongjoong shrugged.

"I've got nothing much else to do anyway so I'm cool with staying on." Mingi raised his hand.

"Actually, San and I were offered part time jobs at the gym as trainers for gym goers. We don't really know much of the details yet but if we decide to join them, it means we'll be part time at the gym and part time at the restaurant." Yeosang informed and San hummed in confirmation.

"That can be arranged. Let me know how it goes then I'll decide if I need to set aside some money to hire some part time wait staff." Yunho said.

"Of course. Thanks, Yunho ah." San smiled.

After the games ended, San and Yeosang went for a run while Hongjoong went to take a nap, leaving Yunho and Mingi.

"Here." Mingi handed Yunho a beer. The two of them decided to sit on the deck chairs on the beach, wanting to get some fresh air. Plus, the sun wasn't too intense.

"Can you believe it's already been a year?" Yunho asked, taking a swig of his beer.

"Time really flies. Feels like just yesterday, we were sitting at the booth and you were worrying about not having a kitchen crew when opening was just a few days away." Mingi reminded, making Yunho roll his eyes.

"So much has happened in a year. Couldn't have done it without you, Mingi ah." Yunho smiled softly.

"Of course, we've been doing everything together since we've met. And we'll continue to do it for as long as we're friends." Mingi grinned. Yunho threw his head back in laughter.

"Deal." Yunho clinked his bottle against Mingi's.

"Are you worried that (y/n) might decide to not stay with the restaurant?" Mingi asked.

"I wouldn't say worry is what I'm feeling... I don't know... I don't want her to feel like she has to stay because of me. She shouldn't have to sacrifice amazing opportunities for me." Yunho sighed.

"I'm sure you told her that but at the same time, I know (y/n) a little. She doesn't like the feeling of making decisions for herself, it makes her feel guilty and selfish. That's why she's thinking about you, Seonghwa hyung, Wooyoung and Jongho too. I can imagine the stress she's under." Mingi said.

"Now that she's broken things off with her father, I want her to feel that freedom of finally doing things for herself." Yunho shrugged.

"But you're in a relationship. It's normal to feel the need to think for the other person, not just yourself. You're thinking of what's best for her and she's doing the same for you." Mingi pointed out.

"Wow, you sure know a lot about relationships." Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"Not me, it's my mom. I've always been 'T' and I don't read underlying emotions so she explains them to me." Mingi chuckled.

"And I may not have witnessed a lot of relationship but I know you and (y/n) have a good thing going. Working separately isn't going to change that." Mingi added.

"You think so? I feel that way too." Yunho agreed.

"You both are opposites. Not opposites that fight each other but opposites that compliment each other like a jigsaw puzzle, you know? Like you're hyper and excited while she's cool and collected. Both good in their own way." Mingi tried to explain.

"I know. We both make each other better. I like that there's one of me and one of her." Yunho smiled fondly at the thought of you.

"The perfect golden retriever and black cat couple." Mingi snapped his fingers.

"You and San say that all the time. And I still have no idea what that means but I'm assuming I'm the golden retriever and (y/n)'s the black cat?" Yunho tilted his head.

"Duh. You're obviously NOT the black cat." Mingi scoffed, finishing his beer. Yunho rolled his eyes.

"Whiskey does act a lot like (y/n). It's adorable." Yunho grinned, proudly showing Mingi his phone wallpaper, which was you sleeping with Whiskey curled up and tucked under your chin, also asleep.

"I'm not sure if (y/n) would appreciate you using a picture of her sleeping as your wallpaper." Mingi chuckled.

"Surprisingly, she didn't care." Yunho shrugged.

Grabbing their empty beer bottles, the twin tower pair turned to head back into the house. Yunho saw Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho in the kitchen, fixing what looked like lunch. But you were not there. He didn't even need to ask, Seonghwa nodded towards the stairs and Yunho made his way to your room.

"Love?" Yunho knocked lightly and poked his head in. You were fast asleep, hugging Yuyu and Yunnie in each arm. Yunho went to your side of the bed, bending down so he could see your face.

"Oh, love..." He softened at the sight of your slightly puffed eyelids, a sign that you cried. Leaning over, he kissed your cheek and stroked your hair.

"Yun?" You had a small frown as you opened your eyes slightly.

"Sorry to disturb you, baby. Go back to sleep." Yunho whispered, patting your head.

"Stay with me?" You asked. Yunho nodded and climbed into bed, pulling you to his chest. You turned around so you faced him and let his whole body cocoon you.

"I love you." You breathed out as you fell back asleep, feeling much more comfortable and secure in Yunho's embrace.

"I love you too." He kissed your forehead and wound his arms tighter around you. Looking down at you, Yunho couldn't stop smiling. Everything you did, he found absolutely adorable. He closed his eyes and joined you in dreamland.

When Yunho stirred awake, his head was resting on your arm, facing your chest. You were using your phone, looking at it behind his head as you were careful not to disturb Yunho's rest.

"Love." He buried his face into your chest, squeezing your waist. He would never get over the feeling of waking up next to you.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Your free hand playing with the ends of Yunho's hair.

"Yeah... I did... When did you wake up?" Yunho asked.

"Not too long ago. I didn't want to move though, just wanted to stay here with you. And somehow, some way, we swapped positions. Not that I minded." You chuckled.

"I don't mind this too." He giggled, using his strength to roll over so you were below him.

"Ah! Yunho! That's ticklish. Stoppppp~" You squirmed, the both of you laughing. He did relent, hovering over you with your arms wrapped around his neck. Yunho smiled softly, Mingi was right, you and him were strong and made for each other, nothing will change your relationship.

"For the rest of our time here, don't think about the contract or the job, alright? Just enjoy your time here and relax, hmm? We have all the time in the world." He whispered.

"I like that. Thank you." You pulled him down so you could kiss him. But was interrupted by the door opening.

"Hwa, what if we were naked?" You asked as Yunho's eyes widened, his cheeks and ears turning bright red at your words.

"Nothing I haven't seen. You two hungry? I kept some lunch for you." Seonghwa asked. You turned to Yunho, who was vigorously fanning his face, too busy to answer.

"You good?" You raised an eyebrow.

"D-Don't just s-say things like t-that!" He stuttered nervously. Seonghwa's eyebrows raised in amusement.

"I think you broke your boyfriend, sweetie." He said to you. You rolled your eyes and slid out of bed to go use the bathroom. When you were done, you and Yunho went downstairs to eat. Seonghwa handed you each a plate of food.

"Thanks, hyung/ Hwa." The two of you sat on the couch to eat, watching Wooyoung challenge Yeosang at some game. You held a spoon of food out to Seonghwa.

"I already ate." He shook his head, settling next to you.

"You're always hungry." You pointed out. Seonghwa sighed and directed the spoon back at you to eat it.

"Gosh, I'm so full. I'm not going to be able to eat dinner after this." You said as you ate the last spoonful of food from the plate. Yunho and Seonghwa both cast you a judgemental look.

"I know you two eat for 3 people but there's no need to be so judgey." You scoffed.

"Us? Judge you? Never." Yunho grinned and grabbed your empty plate with his to put in the dishwasher.

"Was thinking of doing pasta with steak night for dinner." Seonghwa said to you, putting his arm around your shoulder. You hummed and nodded tiredly, leaning your body against his. Wooyoung, who had passed the game controller to Jongho came over, squeezing next to you and laying on Seonghwa's lap.

"Ack! Woo! There's no space." You whined, being squished between his body and the back of the couch. He just grinned and snuggled closer to you.

"What about two sauces? One vodka sauce and one pesto sauce." Jongho suggested.

"Ooh, good idea. They both sound good with steak." Wooyoung replied, ignoring your attempted to push him off.

"You know, what? Yun! Please save me." You held your arms up. Yunho was there in an instant, reaching down to try and fish you out but Wooyoung held onto you.

"Woo, let me go!" You struggled.

"Never!" He declared. Yunho managed to slip his arms under you to lift you up bridal style and away from Wooyoung.

"Thanks for saving me." You chuckled as Yunho sat down at the couch where he and Mingi were, setting you down in his lap. Mingi laughed and waved to you, to which you waved back. Yunho kept his arms around you, kissing your temple.

"You know I'll save you any time." He murmured, nuzzling his head against your cheek. You laughed, hugging his neck and pulled him closer to you.

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dilf decemeber

day nine ⭑ shoto todoroki ⭑ x maid! reader

tags/tws ⭑ very festive, reader just out of a long-term relationship, slight angst, hurt/comfort & tooth-rotting fluff

it was a chilly winter evening, and todoroki sat alone with his legs folded under his kotatsu, eating dinner in silence.

as a the child of a quirk marriage, naturally he denied the proposition when it was suggested to him by his parents, shortly after he settled into his pro-hero job. however, due to his work, he hardly had the time or oppertunities to meet people — especially potential partners — organically.

that led him to where he is now: in his big house, with no wife and no children. not even a cat; there was a stray that liked to visit his garden, and he'd feed it whenever he had the chance, but he never adopted a cat of his own because he knew he wouldn't have the time to take care of it properly.

he's lived like this for years, and it's never bothered him until recently. before, he'd constantly be occupied by pro-hero work so he was never spared a moment to think about his living situation, but now that he is nearing retirement, he isn't being sent out on missions as much, meaning he spends more time in his house. with no one to accompany him.

well, that's not entirely true. he hires a maid who comes to visit once a week.

he did so for a while because his house was too big clean on his own, and he simply didn't have time or energy to do it along with pro-hero work. since he's been going on less missions recently, he could hypothetically clean it himself now, yet he chooses not to. not due to laziness or anything like that, but hiring a maid contributes to the economy and he'd hate to put a sweet girl like you out of work.

there's a feeble knock at the door, and he knows exactly who it is, hence he is quick to get up to unlock it. as he does so, a icy breeze wafts in with you, as you shuffle into the warmth of his house, letting out a deep sigh of relief at the refuge from the harsh winter outside.

"good morning!" you chirp in a shaky voice, while gazing up at him. you're all wrapped up snug in a fluffy scarf, with a big jacket and gloves on too. not to mention your bobble hat which is dotted with snowflakes, which slowly begin to melt.

todoroki closes the door behind you, and can't help but smile at how much clothing you have on to keep you warm. "morning. cold day, huh?" he says, a hint of amusement laced in his voice.

"yeah, very." you chuckle awkwardly, taking off your extra layers and placing them aside, until you are left in your maid outfit, which simply consisted of a fitted grey top and matching grey trousers. it wasn't anything sexy or fashionable, but it was practical. and todoroki thought you looked cute, regardless. "i had my gloves on but my hands are still so numb from how cold it is."

you show him your hands, which are visibly discolored, and you demonstrate how you are barely able to move your fingers. you mostly do so in a joking manner, to make conversation, but todoroki seems legitimately concerned by this, and he asks, "may i?"

you're unsure as to what he is referring to, but you nod. so, he gently holds your frozen fingers in his left hand, exemplifying the size difference between the two of you in the process, and he uses his quirk to heat himself up, but remaining controlled so he doesn't burn you at all. instead, your hands bask in the warmth, and though the sudden temperature difference causes a sore tingling sensation at first, but it slowly subsides until you are able to move your fingers normally again.

you beam up at him, with a cheerful glint in your eyes, "thank you, todoroki. my fingers were close to falling off!"

he cracks an even bigger smile; he just can't help but be so enamoured by your personality and charm. "well, i'm glad i could help." he muses, staring at your glowing face, tryng —but failing — to not get lost in your wide, innocent eyes. and you gazed back at him, appreciating every slight wrinkle and scar on his face. you assume by now he is around forty-five, yet he aged so gracefully, his two-toned hair still falls in the elegant and sophisticated way that drove you crazy a decade ago.

both lost in your own worlds, it takes a moment before you come back to reality and notice not only that you are staring at each other, but your hand is still being held in his.

hastily, you both retract your arms, returning them to your sides and straightening up in fear of looking 'unprofessional' to the other person. keen to change the subject, you splutter, "so, where should i start? downstairs bathroom one?"

"yes. thank you." he nods, avoiding eye-contact, and you both rush your seperate ways — you've been working for todoroki for just under a decade, so you know exactly where to jet off to, as he makes his way back to the living room.

you immediately get to work. it typically takes you the entire day to clean his whole house, due to the sheer size of it, and that isn't even a deep clean, just a light dusting and scrubbing to ensure everything is presentable. during this time, usually you'll make idle conversation with todoroki in this time, just in passing, whenever he is in the same room you are cleaning, however today — after the awkward events that took place in the morning — you decided against that and instead remained silent for the majoirty of your shift. well, 'silent' when you didn't have your earbuds in and were humming the lyrics to your favourite songs under your breath.

because of this, you finished up a bit earlier than usual, so you told todoroki and then packed up your equitment, and began putting all your layers on at the front door. just as you were tactically wrapping yourself up in your scarf, todoroki enters the foyer from the living room, leaning up against the doorway with his arms folded and asks, "what song was that?"

"huh?" you respond with raised eyebrows, mouth covered by the snug scarf.

he smirks, then explains, "i heard you humming some songs earlier. what was the last one?"

"oh," you mutter, blood rushing to your face from embarrassment, since you weren't aware he could hear your personal concert. quickly trying to divert the attention away from your humming, you reply, "uh, i think it was 'last christmas'."

"i see; i just ask because it sounded festive."

you blink in response, and a pregnant silence lingers between the two of you until he elaborates, "you don't seem as excited for the holidays this year, may i ask why?"

your mouth runs dry; you didn't expect to be psychoanalysed during your cleaning shift today. what was even more off-putting was that todoroki pointed out something that had perhaps gone unnoticed by even yourself. previously around this time of year, you'd belting out christmas classics at the top of lungs while merrily dancing around the house, and spraying gingerbread-scented air-freshener in every single room of his house. but that's just not what you feel like doing this year. and you didn't expect your customer to be the first one to point it out.

"i don't know, i guess i'm not." you shrug, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as you try wrack your brain for why that might be, allowing the theories to spill from your mouth as they come. "probably has something to do with my boyfriend and i breaking up. i'm not looking forward to a christmas alone. i suppose i could visit my family but i don't think i could bare to be around so many people just yet. bad timing, y'know?"

he nods along, brows knitting together in focus.

"sorry," you interupt yourself, suddenly, wiping away a tear threatening to fall from your lashline. "i shouldn't be telling you all this."

"it's fine, (y/n). you can tell me anything you like, and i'll listen." he reassures you, stroking your shoulder. your eyes are downcast to the floor, unable to look at him due to shame, so he delicately placed his index finger under your chin and uses his thumb to slowly tilt your head up, so your watery gaze meets his. "would you like to spend you holidays here?"

you sniff, blinking up at him, "really?"

"of course. it would be nice to have someone to help me decorate and make dinner. also, i will save money since i won't have to put on the radio to hear christmas music."

you snicker at his jab at your live performaces, amused, however you still remain silent, not saying anything and looking up at him with a longing glint in your eyes, as though he knows what you want him to say.

he sighs, and gives in to your sweet, doll-like eyes, and finally admits, "i would also enjoy your company. very much."

your previously shaky frown had now grown into a massive grin, and you instantly hop onto your toes to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. which, at first surprises him, but it doesn't take long from him to melt into your warm embrace, carefully sliding his hands around your waist.

"i would love to join you!"

[koneko-pi]

A stand-alone fic I wanted to write today. I want to do more of these story-like chapters outside of asks.

Comfort Zone

Summary: Little things can pile on to make simple days awful. And when such a day takes place, Fuegoleon is there to comfort you.

Fuegoleon x gender neutral S/O

Comfort fic

1000+ wordcount

You did not consider yourself a weak person; physically or mentally. You were a magic knight, you had strong magic to protect yourself, good friends and a loving boyfriend who was always in your mind and heart. And you knew the same was for him.

So most days were mundane but perfectly normal. You woke up, ate breakfast with your squad, finished that day's work, met up with Fuegoleon when you could, then ate dinner to finish off the day before going to bed and repeating the same process all over again. It was all the same aside from your work occasionally changing, what between paperwork and dungeon exploring.

But today was different. You knew the moment you woke up that something was off, as if you had "woken up on the wrong side of the bed", so to speak. You did your best to not let that get to you, you wanted the day to start right-

But as you went about your business, things just seemed to keep piling on. A squad mate became sick, so your workload was suddenly doubled. You stumbled and dropped a load of paperwork all over the floor in front of Marx. And while he offered to help, it was still unbelievably embarrassing that it happened at all. You missed an appointment, dealt with rude Nobles, missed your lunch break-

The list seemed to go on and on. And while it was all little things, they just kept piling on and slowly throughout the day you became more and more bitter, which just continued to frustrate you and drag down your efforts, and it all turned into a vicious cycle.

Until finally at the end of the day you were walking home in the dark, along the streets of clover kingdom, with a deep scowl, burning eyes and no energy. You wanted, so badly, to just find some kind of junk food and curl up on your couch. While nothing detrimental had happened that day you were still disappointed in yourself that nothing had seemed to go right. And just looking back on it all, and the potential ways you could have fixed things, had you not been so worked up in the moment… well it made you nearly cry right then and there.

You were quickly swiping at your achy eyes as you rounded a corner when you felt yourself bump into someone-

"Ah-!"

And heard the unmistakable sound of something being dropped on the floor.

Your whole chest tightened up and you felt your fists clench.

'One more thing…' you thought bitterly to yourself. And you were so close to getting home.

You forced your face to remain composed as you looked up to whoever had the unfortunate luck to come across you that evening.

And your eyes would widen. "Fuego…leon..?"

You were stunned. The man was standing there looking surprised himself. "Uh-" and even speechless? It was just you.

A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes and he was quickly bending down. "I'm sorry-"

You followed his movements to see he had dropped some kind of box, its lid had popped off and something was scattered across the stone pavements….

Your heart clenched even tighter.

It was food. It was a box of dinner, no doubt one that he had been intending to bring to your home, as you had made date plans with him for tonight.

And because of your horrid day… you had completely forgotten…

Your eyes began to burn again.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Fuegoleon quickly closed the lid and picked up the dinner box. It was an unfortunate waste of food but now some lucky alley cats will be well fed this evening. "You were running late and I thought maybe-" he cut himself off when he noticed your hands had balled up into trembling fists. His purple eyes quickly snapped up to your face, worried he may have hurt you somehow but…

Your face was locked down to his chest, as if you couldn't look him in the eye, which was unusual for you. Your jaw was clenched, your mouth set into a clean line as you used all your effort to control the muscles of your face. But what struck out to him the most was the watery sheen that had built up in your eyes.

Oh…

He didn't say anything, knowing you well enough that you would not like this to be the time or the place for him to pepper you with questions. So instead he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, where you immediately pressed into him, and he steered you the rest of the rest home.

Once inside he discarded his box on the counter, discreetly, so you weren't reminded of it. Then he led you to your room where he sat you down on the bed. Your eyes had built up their tears and you still refused to look up at him. All your efforts were focusing on trying not to cry.

Fuegoleon took your hands and squeezed them gently, which jolted you back into the moment. He called your name a few times but when you didn't look up he crouched down to your level.

"My dear…" he said it softly, and gently, and with nothing but concern in his eyes.

He was a strong and dependable man. Broad shoulders to carry heavy weights, warm hands to help those in need and a big heart that was filled with so much bravery.

Everyday you felt lucky that this man was yours; he loved you, those eyes looked only to you in such a way. Sometimes you couldn't believe you had snagged the Fuegoleon Vermillion as your lover. But today you felt like you didn't deserve him at all.

All of the pent of emotion from your day came crashing down and you started to sob. With your breath catching you closed your eyes to finally push the tears out of your eyes and down your cheeks.

You felt a warm palm come to touch your cheek and you grabbed hold of it, clinging to it for comfort. And it would come, with warm arms wrapping around you as Fuegoleon pulled himself up to sit next to you.

You held onto him; tired, embarrassed and feeling awful over everything that day. You just wanted to sit there and cling to him.

He was silent and patient until you were ready. Holding you close while gently rubbing your hands or arm in small comforting gestures.

Soon your sniffling would come to a stop and you pulled yourself up into a more dignified pose, once again rubbing the tears from your eyes. There was a small amount of shame lingering because he had seen you in such a state at all…

"I'm sorry…" you apologized once you were confident in your voice.

"What for?" He asked, confusion was obvious in his tone.

"For…" you made a gesture between the two of you. "This. Breaking down and… everything else…"

Fuegoleon let out a soft sigh. "My love…" he took your hand and squeezed it again. "You are allowed to cry, whatever the reason."

You smiled a little. His words were short, but his loving and confident tone is what affected you the most. The man could have given the shortest speech in the world and still be capable of moving people.

"Ok…"

"If you'd like to talk about it, I'm also here to listen"

"Maybe another time… but thank you." Finally you looked up at him, with a nervous smile gracing your lips.

His expression softened. "You do not need to thank me for such things. It's simply the truth."

Your heart swelled with new, more positive, emotions. You rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh, like you were expelling all of that day's experiences out of your body.

"I am sorry about dinner…"

"It's alright. I will treat you to a better breakfast."

"Breakfast?" You leaned back. "Do you have time?" The man was always busy, he took his work very seriously and it was hard to get real dates scheduled with him.

"I happen to have the day off tomorrow." He looked a little proud of himself. "I was going to surprise you with that good news."

"So… I get the whole day with you tomorrow?" Your body was feeling energized with excitement.

"If you would like." He looked just as excited in his own Fuegoleon way. His perfectly composed body but his chest was puffing up just a little more than usual.

"Of course!" You happily hugged him. And with your sudden elated mood… "Would you like to stay the night, too?"

"This evening?"

"Yes, please."

"How could I say No?"

Fuegoleon was always one of the best ways to brighten your moods. You slept soundly that night.

[curedigiqueen]

Listen, I understand why Suite isn't a popular season. Generally speaking, the best parts of it are generally done better in the two seasons that precede it. It in many ways is just a weaker frankensteining of Fresh and Heartcatch. But Fresh and Heartcatch are fantastic, so just because it's worse than those seasons, doesn't mean its bad in my opinion. And to be fair, it does deserve many of its criticisms.

But it's also one of my favorite seasons, and I think some of it's criticisms are more a matter of taste. There's just a lot I love about Suite.

Hibiki and Kanade

I also know a lot of people aren't huge fans of the whole fighting thing Hibiki and Kanade have going on. And I agree, it's not the best executed and some things don't make sense. I also understand that many people are not fond of the vitriolic best buds trope, but I don't think that makes their relationship inherently bad just not to everyone's taste. For what it's worth, we haven't had a pair of cures like them before and since and it's a tragedy to me personally because I am quite fond of vitriolic best buds, duo cures and childhood friends. We have so many cure duos and aside from these two, none are childhood friends. The CLOSEST is the fact that Saki and Mai met once, when they were 9. Several trios of childhood friends (Fresh, Doki Doki and Happiness Charge), but they're the only true childhood friend duo. I honestly want more cures like these two. They get the learning to understand each other that the new friendships have, with the wealth of intimate knowledge about each other stemming from their childhood friendship. Despite spending a year "apart", the years they spent together still mean something, and they can't seem to stay away. They're mad at each other but there is still a comfortable familiarity in the way they aren't afraid to fight with each other. They say they aren't friends but they still call each other by first name.

Their hearts naturally fall into perfect harmony. The have like the same sense of style. Kanade likes to bake. Hibiki likes to eat. Souta refers to Hibiki as "Hibiki-Nee-san", and otherwise treats her similarly to his own sister. They have a flashlight code that they use to communicate across town at night. Neither one realized that there are two entrances with Sakura trees at their middle school or tried to talk about it for a whole year. They're both so stupid.

They take after Nagisa and Honoka a lot too. Nagisa and Hibiki are both athletic redheads who are good at sports and have black as a main color in one of their outfits (Cure for Nagisa, Civ for Hibiki), and generally use pink in their outfits. Both like to eat. Both can be prone to grumpiness and disagreements with their family members. Honoka and Kanade are both white Cures with fierce tempers and a strong sense of responsibility, able to handle domestic things like cooking. Both have more academic strengths, but are relatively graceful. There are some twists of course, Kanade has the little brother who she bickers with (their little brother's even both end their name with "ta"), Hibiki is the one with a parent who is often abroad. I really like how the two called back to the original duo without at all feeling like a copy.

To be fair not communicating is the name of the game in Suite. And so, I do 100% understand not liking this plot. I really do understand it. It's more than fair. All of the plots basically revolve around miscommunication. That is like. The entirety of Suite. Miscommunications, and the breakdown and subsequent healing of relationships. A very very valid complaint. One that I can overlook, but understand if others cannot.

Siren and Hummy

So, Precure's second heel-face turn Cure (if we don't count the Kiryuu sisters). She's a shapeshifting cat who can sing. The original one.

While normally I dislike the "Brainwashed to be evil" trope. It can be very effective. Go Princess used it to great effect in which there was a level of tragedy to the years that had been stolen away from Towa, and how her motivations had been twisted. I think it has similar effect here, where we kind of get both. She was brainwashed, and I do think that does cheapen Siren's motivations and redemption a bit, but she also had genuinely negative feelings towards Hummy, that she acted on in refusing to practice with Hummy. She still has to face Hummy head on, and as much as she tries to pretend that she's hard and strong enough to live in her bitterness. Siren isn't actually mean enough to keep facing her friend and betray her over and over again.

Hummy being better at singing than her caused her to lose a piece of her identity. The most important singer in all of Majorland. The one who sings the melody of happiness. So Siren doubles down on that identity. She becomes Minorland's singer. But she also, due to her shapeshifting, spends that time adopting different identities. Testing things out, even if she doesn't realize it. Ultimately she has to completely let go of her old identity (losing access to her original form) and everything associated with it and forge a new sense of self, in order to find happiness. But she doesn't completely lose everything.

Despite not liking to be called Siren anymore, she still lets Hummy call her that. She turned her old identity of Siren into something bitter, so she had to cast it off to redefine herself. But Hummy is the only one who ever saw the real Siren through everything Siren tried to become. Hummy may have been the one who took her sense of worth, but she's also the one who always saw Siren's value as Siren. Hummy gets to use Siren because her relationship with Hummy is the only thing that survived Siren's evolution. The two have to forge a new relationship to a certain extent. But it's built on what came before.

I also just think it's fun that the bulk of this emotional arc is on Hummy. It's cat drama. Fairy drama. Usually this is the kinda of stuff that happens between the pink and the heel-face cure. But not this time. This time it's the cat fairy, and the pink is dealing with her own friendship drama. I think it also ties right back into Suites continued echo of healing relationships, actually listening to people in order to harmonize with them. Hibiki and Kanade have to resolve their bitter feelings from their estrangement. Siren has to get over her jealousy to let Hummy back into her life. And Mephisto and Aphrodite have to stop fighting a war against each other.

Major Land's Royal Family

I mean really, no one bothered to tell Hibiki and Kanade at any point that Mephisto was the brainwashed former King of Major Land and that Major Land had a princess who was in hiding? Just locked out of the loop. Both Kanon and Majorland are entirely made up of people who can't communicate.

Anyway, Ako is my all time favorite cure. I rather unpopular choice, I know. But she fits right in with many of my other favorites, characters such as Hikari Yagami, Takeru Takaishi, King Clawthorne, King Ezran, Anya Forger etc. I love kid characters. I especially love messed up traumatized kids who don't always deal with it in great ways. And kid characters with heaps of responsibility on their shoulders. Like chosen ones and royalty.

So Ako is the epitome of what I look for in my favorite characters. She's a 9 year old with high future expectations, that she can't even begin to try and live up to because she's been sent away from everything she's known and loved. Not just moving to a new town, but a new world, where the rules of what is and isn't normal are different. In addition she was forced into physically altering her appearance, wearing unfamiliar clothes, and cutting her long hair. Not only that, she now has to keep everything about her secret. Her hometown, whatever music magic she has, her real future career plans, everything that made her her, has to be suppressed and kept secret. And she was like. Six. That's tiny. And she has to construct a whole new fake identity?

No wonder she's grumpy and keeps to herself? Her alternative is just trying to keep up a bunch of lies all the time. And keeping to herself, means few friends, and trying to keep people away, because this is supposed to be temporary to some degree. She has back home eventually, she's their future queen. She really has no choice BUT to be a grumpy brat. To keep from getting found out and to keep from getting attached. Like sure she doesn't have to be a brat to Hibiki and Kanade, but she's kinda right half the time, and honestly her tempering that brattiness into being just unpleasant enough to be left alone without being so obnoxious she draws people's ire involves way more socio-emotional intelligence than should ever be expected from a nine year old. And at a certain point, after years of it, it became part of her real personality. The sweet optimistic little princess is still there. But it's under a layer of cynicism.

Ako wants her family back. So she gets the power to do that. And things still don't go her way.

I've joked to people before that Ako is one of 4 cures with divorced parents. Her parents are effectively divorced, but extra. They're not just trying to fight over a house and custody of her, but over not just an entire kingdom, but the fate of the world. And her father doesn't even know who she is anymore. Her parents are actively at war, and her mother honestly shows no qualms about letting her husband be potentially killed, not bothering to tell the people she's sent after him about their relationship and his true nature. (And then her mom asks Mephisto to kill her to protect their kingdom, Ako can't catch a break).

This ties back to a fact that is kind of brushed over in the show. Ako is the princess. In the show she's honestly just the princess because it puts her in between Mephisto and Aphrodite's drama. But we see in show that Mephisto and Aphrodite are constantly putting their kingdom's needs above their own. A- monarchs (points deducted for getting brainwashed), but like. B- parents tbh. They love Ako so, so much, but simply can't raise her themselves. In fact, Ako's parents won't look after themselves, so Ako has to look out for them instead of the other way around. We see this a lot with Mephisto.

Sometimes Ako makes absolutely stupid decisions, like releasing notes, because she doesn't want to go against her dad, even if he isn't himself right now. Because she's a child whose parents are fighting, seemingly to the death, and if she can spread out the fight, she can hopefully drag out the arrival of consequences.

Ako does eventually learn to use the power as a cure, so she can balance the needs of the many over the needs of her loved ones. So she can do both. But she has to learn to make the hard choices and be willing to stand against her loved ones.

Also Ako also gets the miscommunication based friendship breakdown with her and Suzu, and to a lesser extent her and Souta in the movie. Suite really goes hard on the whole healing relationships thing.

Ako is really a direct foil to Yuri who precedes her. Missing evil brainwashed dads. Present throughout the whole show, but only join the team in the last quarter (the latest of any Cures). Semi-awkward friendship with one of the other cure's siblings in part because their friend doesn't know about all their magical girl trauma. Already looped into the magical girl stuff before any of the other cures, so has a preexisting relationship of some sort with the grandparent mentor. Ako is pretty much just a baby Yuri, but who has just now gained the power to try and fight after years of inability to do anything, instead of having just lost her power, and having to face down her own failure and keep going. So she's an angry elementary kid rather than a depressed high schooler. How can I not love her?

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

For your silly Descendants prompts, how about Diego drops Beezlebub (Carlos' cat) on his head at family day after the barrier is taken down while he is talking to a baffled Radcliffe family and Dude?

...I might have taken slight creative liberations with this prompt. I’ve decided that this would do a decent continuation for this prompt, so. But! Diego is here! And Belzebub too!

Also. I don’t have any favourites. How dare you even suggest that. (The author laughs nervously and hides these entire story behind their back.)

Anyway, de Vil cousins being drama queens! Enjoy!

„Hey! Hold that cat of yours!“

„Shut up–“

„Give me back my fucking necklace, it’s a family heirloom–“

„You stole it from our Aunt just last week!“

„An heirloom, duh. Now give it back!“

„The fucking seven times damned cat is in my bloody face!“

As Carlos hears the voices of his cousins and the other new arrivals from the Isle, he winces: He cannot help but question his life choices slightly.

Only slightly though. It does seem like they brought his cat back.

He looks around: The band (shocked into silence), the decorations (highly flammable), the young king (still smiling).

The limo, now still, the driver just about to open the doors.

Carlos smiles too, and if anyone was looking at him, they might have described the smile as manic.

Alas, no one is paying attention to him. But that’s fine. His cousins are just making a spectacle of themselves, as usual.

Carlos grins wider.

Diego steps out of the limousine first; he scowls at the light (or possibly just at the go-to pastel fashion of Auradon), and then exclaims: „Look – they have a band here!“

Mal pouts, and while Ben comforts her (he has the spirit, okay?), Carlos snickers. He missed his cousins, okay?

„Fuck your bands, Diego,“ says Ivy, pushing him aside, „It’s so fucking bright in here, it’s hurting my eyes.“ She goes silent for a moment, then gestures vaguely to Mal and Ben.

„That is hurting my eyes too. Does anyone have sunglasses?“

And why, yes, she is definitely talking about Mal’s frilly soft pink below-the-knee dress.

Jay nudges his ribs and whispers: „See you soon, man; cover for me,“ for, you see, Jade has perused Ivy’s chaos to sneak out of the focus, and the Agrabah cousins don‘t need an audience for their reunion.

Carlos flashes Jay a quick gesture for „I’ve got your back,“ and refocuses back on the limo.

Then Hunter, who helps out little Dizzy; Evie squeaks and almost runs over to greet her friend and hug her, her mother’s etiquette lessons notwithstanding.

Behind Jade, scowling Claudine Frollo exited the car, and damn it, her eyes–

Carlos is sure they weren’t that cold last time he saw her.

Dizzy brightly waves at Evie and rummages through her bedazzled purse; after a moment, she pulls out sunglasses (also bedazzled) and offers them to sneering Ivy. Ivy accepts them with a dramatic sigh.

Fine, and Diego’s elbow to her ribs, along with whispered „play nice–“

Ben clears his throat.

This does nothing to shut up Ivy, who had now started arguing with Claudine about a topic Carlos is truthfully afraid to understand.

Ben clears his throat again.

Unsurprisingly, they do not stop talking. Au contraire, Dizzy is now talking too – more like attempting to talk Hunter's ears off, but whatever. Hunter signed up for this by standing in her hearing range.

„Ben. Just talk. They'll shut up eventually,“ Carlos tells the king. He doesn't add „hopefully“ even though he really wants to.

„Yeah. Just talk louder than them. Stab them if they get too annoying.“ Mal glares at Ivy and Claudine a normal and non-concerning amount.

„Establish dominance,“ Evie pipes up, smiling sweetly.

„I- Okay. I'll do that,“ agrees Ben reluctantly and then raises his voice: „Greetings! Allow me to welcome you in Auradon, and in Auradon Prep–“

He steps closer to the group of newcomers.

„I'm King Ben, and you already know my companions.“

Another round of excited waving, some raised middle fingers (affectionate), and some glaring from Claudine Frollo.

„You must be Dizzy Tremaine,“ Ben greets the littlest girl first, „I've heard so much about you, all great things, of course. I hope you like it here.“

„Try to kiss me too and I stab you,“ warns Ivy, fully serious.

He kisses the girls knuckles as a true fairy tale prince, which leaves her squeaking; unlike his cousins, Carlos smiles at her excitement.

Unable to contain her happiness any longer, Dizzy runs off to greet Evie, and Ben turns to Ivy and Claudine.

„No stabbing in front of the cameras, Ivy–“ intones Carlos along with Diego and Hunter. You see, priorities.

„I will stab you too,“ adds Claudine with her eyes narrowed and her tone cold; she steps behind Ivy a bit.

„Yeah no don't mind her she just doesn't like human contact!“ says Dizzy brightly. She is probably quoting someone, but hey. She is right.

Though it does seem a bit hypocritical, given how tightly Claudine is clutching Ivy's arm right now. Ivy doesn't seem to mind.

Why yes, this is rather interesting.

„Okay. I'm not kissing anyone,“ says Ben, backtracking a bit, „Would shaking your hand be better?“

„Don’t even try–“ snaps Ivy instead of Claudine and briefly brushes her fingers against hers.

Ivy glares daggers at him but extends her hand; she then proceeds to nearly crush his palm. Good for her, Carlos thinks.

Ben glances towards smiling Mal and chuckles nervously before turning to Claudine, but Claudine just ducks further behind Ivy.

„WTF?“ mouths Carlos towards Diego silently; „Betting pool – later,“ gestures Diego back.

„I’m Diego,“ says Diego and puts his hand forward. Really, it looks like the young king couldn’t decide which boy is which.

„Anyway, glad to meet you, Claudine Frollo,“ says Ben, obviously doing his best to ignore the glares. He‘s doing a fairly good job: Claudine’s eyes are creepy, Carlos would say.

„And you must be Diego and Hunter de Vil,“ continues Ben, looking between the two remaining cousins.

„And I’m Hunter,“ grumbles Hunter, „Literally the only blonde de Vil in like four generations. Shouldn’t be that hard to figure out.“

„Yeah, yeah,“ dismisses Ivy, „We all know there is something wrong with you.“

Finally, Carlos steps out to greet his cousins, mentally saying goodbye to his hairdo.

Carlos tries and fails to not fall into a laughing fit.

The appalled „Excuse yourself?!“ is not really helping to be honest.

He ignores Ben quietly asking if there wasn’t supposed to be someone else too, and wait, where is Jay?

It doesn’t take long for the older two de Vil boys to trap Carlos in a bone crushing hug.

„Thanks, man,“ whispers Diego so silently that everyone could pretend he didn’t speak at all.

„Hey, wait, we’ve got your cat–“ says Hunter, as if he only just remembered, which, fair enough.

„Oh, shit, right–!“

Well finally someone remembers his cat!

Unfortunately, Ivy, that diva, (derogatory), chooses this moment to greet him properly too: She spins him around rather forcibly and hugs him for but a split second, then she holds him by his shoulders at arm length.

„Carlito! So long since we’ve seen you, and still so small! But the Auradon fashion works for you, I must say, baby cousin–“

„And still no manners, I see,“ sniffs Ivy with her nose up high before leaning back on Claudine.

Sure enough, she reaches out and ruffles his hair. That bitch.

The gesture is immediately repeated by Hunter; Diego is still busy wrestling Belzebub the cat out of the limousine.

Carlos growls at his cousins in distaste as he attempts to repair whatever damage they had done.

„And whose fault is that?“ asks Diego as he emerges out of the limo again, struggling mess of black fur and sharp claws in his arms.

„Our dear auntie’s, obviously.“

Yeah, the Cruella de Vil who had gotten bored and dumped the responsibility for etiquette lessons at her niece within an afternoon. Fortunately for everyone, Ivy didn’t stay interested much longer.

„Belzebub, how I’ve missed you,“ Carlos coos at his cat and scratches behind his ears; Belzebub purrs and calms down, to the absolute astonishment of the three older cousins.

„Whatever, Ives. Here, Carlos, your little furball of joy and murder.“ Diego seems glad to get the cat off his hands; the cat doesn’t seem too happy to be moved. It leaves Diego with a nice long good-bye scratch.

Whatever. The blood matches his vest anyway.

„Wait wait wait, you called that damned black cat Belzebub?! What is wrong with you people?!“

Carlos glares at Claudine Frollo. He didn’t think she could yell that loud.

„Betting pool – later,“ gestures Diego again. Carlos scratches behind Belzebub’s ears again – that fury’s shrieks had upset him – and decides to indeed let the matter go. For about as long as it takes to get to a more private area and get the gossip out of Diego.

„We’re literally called the devils, sweetheart,“ drawls Ivy, „Deal with it.“

…Sweetheart?

„Anyway, we’ve got letters for y’all, and we aren’t leaving until the baby king reads them.“

„Yeah maybe don’t call him Baby King to his face, Ivy?“

„Shut up. And you read.“ Ivy aggressively shoves a bunch of letters into Ben’s face.

„Letters? From whom?“ he asks.

„Why, from the Captains, of course.“

„I’m gonna go ahead and guess that you mean Uma and Harriet,“ deadpans Carlos, ignoring Mal’s intense stare that by all accounts should be able to kill.

„Obviously.“

Look, yeah, gang wars are fun and all, but must Ivy wave at Mal? And smile oh-so-sweetly?

Oh who is he kidding, of course she must. It’s Ivy.

„No murder in front of the cameras, you two,“ Carlos just sighs before turning back to Ben, who is attempting to open the envelopes with his short and manicured nails. Carlos joins his cousins and Claudine in ignoring that struggle and pretending that neither of them has a knife on them.

„Hey, wait–“ Evie comes to the rescue with scissors (Why on earth does she have scissors on her? …You know what, no. Carlos doesn’t want to know.), and Dizzy remembers that she too has several letters for the High King. From Anthony, from her Aunt, and from Uma, surprisingly: That one bluntly states that both Ivy and Claudine are a danger to themselves and should not under any circumstances be left alone. Active deathwish and lack of survival instincts and all. Neat.

Leave it to Uma to sugarcoat things.

Carlos pats Ben on the back and leaves to finally figure out what on earth is going on with Claudine Frollo, his cat in hand.

As he, Diego and Hunter walk away, leaving the king to Ivy, they wave at Jay and Jade on the roof.

[deceiver-a-day]

Rulilas Gontaut

Reimbursing Rulilas Gontaut

• [x] returns the cost to Rulilas Gontaut 

• [x] embodies an apology 

• [x] acknowledges failure

• [x] provides a new opportunity for Rulilas Gontaut 

• [x] relieves you of your guilt

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Sometimes children grow up with a different perspective from most and see the spirits of things. Sometimes only partially. This has given rise to stories of monsters under the bed or in the closet.  Some see the spirit of a particularly uncomfortable shirt, an unloved toy, a cat’s stealthy vomit, their resentment of something a classmate said or a spirit of their own fear of the dark.

Me? Aside from the mostly friendly spirits of the floorboards, I was tormented by the spirit of my guilt.  It was two months before she came. Ms. Gontaut. I had seen her walking the halls at school. The other kids said she must’ve been a teacher for one of the older grades, but none of us really knew. She came over one evening just before bedtime, apparently she had called ahead because my mom seemed to be expecting her.

“Do you know who I am?” she smiled gently while I stood in my pajamas and my confusion. 

“Ms. Gontaut?”

“And do you know what I do?”

I shook my head.

“I check for monsters under beds.”  

My mom smiled as if this was a joke, but I could see the now-usual sadness in her eyes.

“Mine’s behind the dresser.”

“I check there too.”

After studying her for a moment, “Adults can’t see it.” My friends couldn’t either, but I didn’t want to seem too crazy.

Ms. Gontaut’s eyes twinkled as she offered her hand, “You’ll have to take me to it then.”

After checking for my mom’s nodded assent, I led Ms. Gontaut to my room and gestured to the offending dresser. She paused in front of it before pulling something out of her pocket and cooing and calling as if to coax a dog.

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It emerged with its sharp claws which it had used to dig into my heart the weeks previous and with its tentacles which it had used to choke me with sobs, but with its many eyes focused on this strange woman from school and, for the first time, without its fangs bared. As the monster ate the thing from her hand, she began to pet it and looked back to me.

“Have you given it a name?”

“What”

“A name. If you haven’t yet, that’s fine. I need to tell you something,” she gently took something that the monster had clutched in its claws, “You should probably sit.”

I sat on my bed and she handed me the thing she had retrieved. It was Iggles, an old gift from my father that I had lost years before from a time we visited an aquarium. I stroked the purple seahorse.

I’m sorry, I heard my father’s voice in my mind, Oh, Jimmy, I’m so sorry I had to leave you.

My eyes stung. But wasn’t it my fault? After all those angry things I had said that morning…

Ms. Gontaut’s hand was on mine, the other firm upon my monster. She shook her head.

“It isn’t your fault, Jimmy. It was never your fault.” She was studying the monster, interpreting its features.

“But I–” I broke into a sob.

“Maybe you said some words in anger that you regret, but you didn’t cause the storm and you didn’t loosen those rocks. You weren’t even there.”

“But what I said chased him! I saw it!” 

She gazed at me with an apologetic understanding. I realized I had never quite seen eyes like hers before.

Ms. Gontaut gestured toward Iggles. I handed him over and she held him up in front of me.

I’m sorry… my father’s voice whispered in my mind.

“Focus carefully on this seahorse’s eyes. It is normal for words to stick with someone for a time; to chase, to torment, to remain, to comfort. But your words did not kill anyone. Followed, yes, but they caused no harm to him. Normally, people don’t even see them. Would you like me to make it so that you can’t see them?”

I considered the option for longer than I would have expected, my eyes supernaturally transfixed to Iggles’s button eyes. Concern about the monster next to us crossed my mind.

“You don’t have to fear this one. It’s coming with me. It will not be lurking around invisibly.”

“O-okay. Yes. As long as you promise they won’t hurt me.”

“Then continue staring at the eyes.”

I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’m sorry I frustrated you. I’m sorry I’m gone. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. I love you. I love you…

My father’s voice ceased apologizing. The world around stilled a bit and the spell that seemed to keep my eyes locked finally broke. The monster was gone. The floorboards were merely floorboards.

“The weight of the guilt of your father’s death is not anyone’s to carry, especially not yours. If you feel the need to apologize for something you said, you can write it down, maybe. Or tell your seahorse?”

I love you. I love you. I love you…

“I’m sorry, Dad. I don’t hate you. I miss you.”

Ms. Gontaut held my hand for a while. I felt better. Still raw and anguished, but less guilt-wracked…not that I understood it in those terms at the time.

“It will still hurt,” she broke the silence at last, “The world can be like that. But it…the world…can offer happiness from time to time. I will not tell you to shed your grief. Only your guilt. If you need to talk to me at school, stop me any time.”

—from The Memoirs of Jim Alastair Who Broke Florida

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2024.

Would you rather visit The Eiffel Tower or the Egyptian Pyramids? I would be much more interested in visiting the Pyramids.

Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? I probably wouldn't even answer because don't pick up numbers I don't recognize.

Do you need to lose or gain weight? I still need to gain a little bit of weight. I don't know exactly what I weigh (I haven't checked since sometime around February or March of this year), but going with an estimate based on that, I'm about 1 BMI point below normal. Obviously, I might need to gain more than that to feel my best, but we'll just see how things go.

Do you think you have a disorder but haven’t been properly diagnosed yet? No. In fact, I'm approaching a point where at least some of my previous diagnoses could be removed. I still struggle to an extent, but perhaps no longer at a "clinical" level.

What is the population of the city you live in? Approximately 111,000.

How many pairs of jeans do you own? I have a few pairs of jeans. Most of them are stuffed away in storage and I basically never wear them, but I do have a dark gray pair that I should wear more often…

When did you last vacuum your room? Monday afternoon.

Have you ever put on or lost a significant amount of weight? Both. I've relapsed and "recovered" and relapsed and "recovered" from my eating disorder since I was 14. "Recovered" is in quotes because even though I would put on some weight, the mental side of things was never fully resolved. I'm in a pretty stable place now, though. I've been through some things over the past year(ish) that would have had me running right back to old habits, but aside from a few dips, it's been a mostly upward trend. At least when it comes to the foreseeable future, I really can't see myself returning to the way I was. The desire is still there, but I don't want to give up the life I've created for myself for something that would be comparatively miserable.

On a scale of 1-5, how often do you curse? Maybe 2-3. It also depends on who I'm around.

What is the worst thing you’ve ever smelled? Probably dog shit. At the end of the day, we have to go around and empty all the trash cans at the shelter, and the dog poo cans are especially potent. Skunk spray is a close second. Yesterday, a woman brought in a kitten that seemed to have been sprayed. It's currently being housed in one of the bathrooms, and even though the smell isn't that strong, it's still not pleasant.

What’s your favorite social media platform? YouTube, Instagram, and Tumblr.

Name someone with brown eyes. Liv.

Do you know what your next injection will be? I have no idea.

Does anyone call you darling? If so who? No.

If you had to have a cartoon character tattooed to you what would it be? Maybe the Aristocat kittens. :')

You have to dye your hair two colours, what do you choose? Black and blood red. I would also consider doing something with pastels, but I can't decide on the colors.

If you could, would you look at your future self? No. I might see myself doing well and that would be a comfort, but what if I saw myself doing poorly? As difficult as it can be, I'd rather just deal with that unknown.

Who was your first serious relationship? I'm not sure who to count as my first serious relationship.

If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out? My mom. I don't want to cut her out of my life, but if push came to shove, then I would much rather have my dad around.

If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done? Probably another lip piercing. I've had other piercings before (both eyebrows, bridge, and ears), but those didn't do well.

Who is the number 1 person/thing in your life? My dad and my cats (if it's okay to count cats as people in this case). As for a thing, volunteering.

What are two things you wish you never did? I don't know. I do have regrets and some of them are rather painful, but I try to look at them as lessons learned the hard way.

Would you rather have three personal wishes or world peace? Ahh fvck it. World peace. I might not care much about the world as it is (blah blah blah I'm going to die in 50 years and none of this will matter blah blah blah), but if I was presented with a magical opportunity to improve it for everyone, then I would probably take it.

What were/is your high school colors? One was red and white and the other was gold and white.

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?” Typically "bless you." But sometimes my dad will get to sneezin' up a storm and I'll just be like: blessin's, bleezin's, sneezus, my condolences, etc.

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? No.

What are two things you are excited to do in the near future? Lunch with my mom at Chili's. She's picking me up soon, so I might not have time to finish this survey before she does. Also, Halloween at the animal shelter. It falls on a Thursday, which is normally one of my days off, but I'm thinking of going in anyway and taking Friday or Saturday off instead. Oh, and I know this only asks for two things, but I'm also looking forward to going to the Mountain Park tomorrow. I'm so glad my dad and I have turned it into an almost weekly thing.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? A house.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers? It depends.

Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to? Brianna, a woman who works at the animal shelter. She had her birthday just a little bit ago.

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I don't.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? My mom might not approve of some of the political stuff I watch.

Do you plan your meals in any way? I pretty much eat the same things day in and day out with relatively little variation, but there's still some planning that goes into it. I have to buy the ingredients, etc.

Were you in the scouts when you were young? Yeah.

How many people could sleep in your home? (Not counting floor space; beds and couches only) Depends on how squished you want them to be.

Have you ever made a hole-in-one at mini-golf? I don't recall.

What genre was the last song you listened to? Who provided the vocals? Classical. There were no vocals.

If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? Idk.

What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? Last I knew, they were in a relationship.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? Yeah. There are two people I miss. I wouldn't want to reconnect, but…y'know. They still have a place in my heart.

If you could go forward in time and see your life 5 years from now, what would you hope to see? Hopefully even healthier, working at the animal shelter, possibly living in my own apartment…

Who came over last? My mom. I just got back from the lunch outing I mentioned above.

Has one of your friends ever tried to “hook you up?” No.

What is your card game of choice? I don't have one.

What is your favourite books series? It's not exactly a series, but books by Joshua Cutchin. I think I've read all but his most recent release.

If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor? Most of the time, I just add water. I also use plain oatmeal more often than not and just flavor it with other things (peanut butter, fruit, chocolate syrup, etc), but as far as flavored packets go, probably brown sugar & cinnamon or peaches & cream.

Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video and if not, what was it of? It was "Varsity Boos! Homecoming Haunts and School Spirits" by Belief Hole.

Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery and if so, how much did they win and would you or have you ever played the lottery? No.

What was the last thing someone has sincerely thanked you for? I'm not sure.

What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about? I know nothin 'bout nothin. I can't really think of anyone I want to learn more about either.

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

Danse: If you have the time to talk now, I'd still like to know what you think about Scribe Haylen. Cat: Is something wrong? Danse: No, not at all. Haylen's doing well. I simply wanted to talk to you about her, but I wanted to know what you thought of her first. Cat: She's as dedicated as they come. A real team player. Danse: I couldn't agree more. But I wasn't looking for an evaluation of her performance as a scribe, I wanted to know what you thought of Haylen... as a person.

- oh. ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! i see what this is ;3

---- honestly? my thoughts on Haylen are mostly positive at this point, i don't think they'd make the worst couple.

-------- note to self: see if i can convince her to join the Railroad...

Cat: This isn't like you, Danse. Are you going to tell me what this is all about? Danse: I suppose I'm beating around the bush because I don't normally find these discussions easy to handle. I'll try and get right to the point. The truth is, I'm worried about her. Since you and I are getting along so well, I felt like I could confide in you about it... to get your honest opinion. Cat: She seems to be able to handle herself. Why are you worried? Danse: Haylen is a model scribe. This has nothing to do with her capabilities in the field. A few months before you found us, one of my men was shot multiple times by Raiders. Haylen stayed by that Knight's side for two days straight without sleep fighting to keep him alive... but he was on a slow decline. I decided that his suffering needed to end and ordered Haylen to administer an overdose of painkillers so he could die with dignity. Even though I'm certain she wanted to continue fighting for that Knight's life, she injected him without question. Cat: Are you asking me whether or not I approve? Danse: Of course not. I stand by every order I've ever given. That soldier was gravely wounded. Even if by some miracle he happened to survive, he would have been paralyzed for life. But the decision whether or not to ease that soldier's suffering isn't the point here. The point is what happened later that same evening. After what felt like an eternity, she collapsed into my arms, crying. I... didn't know what to do, so I just held her for a while. A few minutes later, she stopped, kissed me on the cheek, and simply said "Thank you", before heading back into the police station. Right then it hit me... maybe I pushed her too hard. I ordered her to ignore her instincts. To do something her medical training told her was wrong. That's why I'm worried about her... and for that matter, everyone under my command.

- yeah, these two would both benefit from getting the fuck away from the Brotherhood. like, tough decisions for tough situations, but ideally you don't send people into those situations, or at least without the resources and personell necessary to make it back.

Cat: Haylen will be fine. It's you that I'm worried about. Danse: Me? Look, four soldiers... over half of my team, are gone. Each one of them died because of decisions that I made. I understand the risks that come with the job, we all do. But how can anyone have confidence in me anymore? Hell, how can I have confidence in myself? Cat: Would it make you feel better if I told you that I believed in you? Danse: Actually, it does. Well, it looks like things have taken a turn. I signed up to be your sponser so I could teach you everything that I know, but it looks like I'm the one that needed the lesson today. All joking aside, I'm pleased that we had this discussion, and even with all the problems you're facing, you still took the time to listen. It's comforting to know that I can speak to you as more than just your commanding officer. Cat: I'm here anytime you need me, Danse. Danse: Anyway, thanks for letting me get that off my shoulders. I think it's been weighing on me more than I realized. I'm only sorry you had to see me at my worst instead of at my best.

- QUEST ADDED: convince Scribe Haylen to leave the Brotherhood of Steel.

[sidhewrites]

been in bed like 90% of the day due to fatigue riperoni but hey!!! lots of writing got done at least! Silverlight excerpt below. Tag list: @ambreeskyewriting @feather-dancer @karangarin @serenanymph

Jack offered his own support to the fairy, and, reluctantly, they coaxed her back to bed. Somewhere between one step and the next, her armor seemed to dissolve into moonlight. A glance back showed that the sword had disappeared as well, with nothing but a few granules of glittering dust left in its wake.

"There we go." Polly pulled the blanket up over Sylvie's legs whether she liked it or not. She was going to ensure her patient's comfort with excellent bedside manner, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. Then, satisfied, she stood up, hands on her hips, voice suddenly taking on a sterner tone than usual. "He's as much a fairy as you are, you know. You ought to show him a hint of respect."

Jack failed to look anything more than meek as the fairy sized him up.

"Him," she echoed. "A fairy?"

"...Exiled," he answered, and looked away.

Polly made a face, regarding Sylvie before turning to Jack. "You alright?" she said, joining him besides the hearth.

He used the stoker to prod idly at the logs, avoiding her gaze.

She put a hand on his shoulder. "Jack, she had a sword at your throat. What happened?"

He shrugged, twisting his mouth up. "One minute I was asking her if I could do anything for her, next thing I knew, I was up against the wall."

"Let me see." When he didn't respond, Polly reached out, carefully putting her hand over his before taking the stoker out of his grip and setting it aside. He let her gently take hold of his chin, turn his face towards her and up so she could see the small nick on his throat. It was barely a scratch, nothing that needed looking at, but her chest tightened at the sight of it all the same. "She cut you."

"I'm fine." His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

She glanced from the cut to his eyes, green and shining, ringed by long brown lashes. And so very close. If they didn't have someone else in the house, she could so easily tilt his chin back down, lean in just an inch...

"Are you through with the fairy now?" Marius hopped onto her shoulders, settling in like a scarf. All at once, Polly released Jack, pulling her hand away and swallowing her feelings as the cat continued on: "I'm hungry. We normally have breakfast thirty minutes ago."

"Right. Of course, sweet boy." Polly stood, offering a hand to help Jack to his feet as well. "Jack, do you have any dried fish?"

[something else. jack goes out for foraging and firewood]

Polly sat beside the bed, holding out one of the bowls. The fairy took it reluctantly, dark eyes flashing with suspicion.

"It's not poisoned."

The fairy scoffed.

Polly pursed her lips. She was growing frustrated with the fairy's insistence on being stoic and unflappable. "You'll feel better if you stop trying to act like you're not wounded."

"I've more important things to do."

"Too bad." She frowned into her soup, trying to remember if anything in Jack's stories of Faerie could apply here. A fairy soldier with magic armor. A shapeshifter. But never did he describe someone quite so stubborn. "Will you at least tell me your name?"

"It's not important."

"'Course it is. I have to call you something, don't I?"

After a long moment, the fairy finally looked up from the bowl. She seemed to be searching for something, and her gaze made Polly's skin crawl. When it almost became too much to bear, Polly thought to say something, but the fairy finally spoke. "Sylvie."

"Sylvie?" Polly echoed. "Is that your name?"

"It's what you'll call me."

"Right...It's nice to meet you, Sylvie. I'm Polly, and that's Jack. And that's...Marius."

"You sound upset," Marius moaned. He stalked over, hopping into Polly's lap and nearly upsetting her bowl. "Are you upset?"

"Um," said Polly. "Sylvie, did you do this to my cat?"

"He got in the way. And his yowling annoyed me."

Polly frowned. She looked down at Marius' big, pleading eyes. "I see. And... where, exactly, were you trying to get to with two arrows in your side?"

"I'm a warrior of the Day Court. I've a message that has to reach the Day King before it's too late."

"What news?"

Sylvie shot Polly a look.

"Right. Secret messages. Very important, very secret." She had to admit, deep down, she was a little excited about the prospect. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. "Well...I'm glad you're not dead, anyway."

Sylvie grunted. She looked away, silver hair falling into her face again, as she contemplated the bowl in front of her. Against her will, her stomach growled.

"...Right." Polly stood up, catching Marius in her arms. "You get some rest."

Sylvie watched Polly try to add an extra log to the fire. Reluctantly, she dipped her spoon into the broth, and ate the soup. Quietly, just to herself, she had to admit: "...It tastes good."



[pawtisserie-0022]

❄️🩵A Bit About Yingpei🩵❄️

Hello hello~ I'm back with a quick post about a character from my last post you all still know nothing about! How forgetful of me eh? This is Yingpei, he's the other human in the Devildom with You and Solomon according to Diavolo, he's there to balance out the strangeness of Solomon to make you feel more comfortable being a human in the Devildom, even if he is just as supernatural as Solomon

Incase you're wondering what he sounds like!

1: Something About Solomon 🤍

Sometimes you can't help but feel like he isn't human, but surely that's just your imagination... Right? I mean can you be sure that Solomon is still human? Living for centuries does things to you!!

Speaking of which how old was he again? He doesn't remember? That checks out, he's somewhere around Solomon's age apparently, they'd met when they were both still young.

Although not interested into the variety of magics that Solomon is, he's skilled in ice magic and in something called Lunar Magic, he likes creating small snow clouds and wherever he goes he seems to like creating his own like frozen wonderland

Even your room isn't safe from this! But if you dislike the snow or the cold then he won't push!

Solomon seems to act a bit weary around him and Yingpei seems to be the only one to get Solomon to quiet down if he gets too pushy

Shockingly enough he seemed to adapt to language terrifyingly quickly but it's safe to assume if he's been alive long enough to know Solomon when he was younger then he knows his way with words

Barbatos seems to take great enjoyment in knowing that Solomon becomes less of a pain with Yingpei present

2: Lucifer And The Moon 💙

There's a curious symbol on the back of his coat it looks something like this

You've asked him what it meant before but he never gave a proper answer, just saying "It's something from the past"

Lucifer knows a lot about him, even including the intricacies of the magic he uses on a day to day basis, which is odd considering him arriving with you and Solomon should have been the first time they'd met.

Aside from his peculiarities, he's a good friend and an honest person although somewhat out of touch with modern day society

He's a strange character for sure but you can trick him into working with you if you say it's what normal people do, he's been isolated to a secluded village high in the mountains of East Asia after all, he's somewhat out of touch with modern society.

Lucifer is busy with Diavolo during the day and at night he's busy outside on the balcony with Yingpei, although there is no paperwork involved, the conversations on the balcony often are anything but good judging by the tone they speak in

I say the tone they speak in because every word spoken is in a language you don't understand

Although sometimes the conversations are much... Gentler. You still can't understand them regardless but seeing Lucifer's shoulders slump for so long proves there's some strong trust between the two, especially since you were told that Yingpei is just human

Although Yingpei is somewhat cat like in nature, he's fond of Cerberus whenever Lucifer let's him see the three headed hellhound

Have you ever noticed how beautiful things are under the moonlight?

Overall, he's a nice person and a calm change from Solomon's antics, he cares about you deeply MC and will do whatever he can to help you! Sure he's a bit off kilter compared to the others but he means well, but if he's having a conversation with Lucifer late at night it's best not to get involved. You may find yourself biting off more then you can chew. Aside from that, there's a lot you still don't know about your companion, hope you get along!

"Doesn't the moon look lovely tonight?"

Adorable pixel dividers can be found here

(ignore the tags~)

[tiredbi-peach]

Flatline does a funky little experiment, and surprisingly it works.

This was based off the ask I may or may not have sent in to darklordofthesimp, which love their writing, very much to die for in my opinion.

Boredom and curiosity sure bring out odd sides of people and can truly lead to rather interesting results. Such was the case of Flatline, one of the medics for the Task Force 141.

She’s had her fair share of odd experiences, both at her old job as a paramedic and now as a combat medic. But witnessing one of the best snipers they’ve ever heard of and seen responding to being pspspspspsed at? Definitely not something they would ever think they would witness.

Now, you may be wondering, Flatline, how the fuck did you manage that, let alone come up with the idea of pspspspspsing at someone? Well, for shits and giggles of course. Ok maybe not for shits and giggles but more because curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.

It started like what would be a normal day on base. Meaning, she was currently on her like second or third cup of coffee. Not healthy and not very effective but it’s fine. At least that’s what she told herself. The eye bags begged to differ but in this line of work, that was to be expected.

There was only one other person sitting in the common area with Flatline, that person being Birdy. Flatline had mixed emotions about Birdy, finding the woman to be rather scary, even if she was now incredibly traumatized. Actually, scratch that, that made Flatline more scared because Birdy was scary as hell before, but now she’s rather unpredictable.

The two sat in a rather comfortable silence, aside from the occasional sound coming from Flatlines phone. She was just scrolling through random videos in her phone, before she landed on a video of a cat being pspspspsed at. This seemed to have caught Birdy’s attention though, as she quickly looked up before looking away.

“Hmm, odd. There’s no way though right? No way in hell The Birdy would respond to being pspspsped at like a fucking cat! Ok well now I need to put it to the test and see for me myself.” Was what was running through her mind. She decided why not use the scientific method of basically fuck around and find out and see if Birdy actually was secretly part cat.

She waited a few more minutes, staring at her phone and sitting in silence before letting out a quiet “Pspspspspsps” and even rubbing her fingers together to see if she’d get a bigger reaction.

She most definitely did. That reaction being Birdy snapping her heads towards Flatline, her eyes boring into the medics. “Did you need something?”

Flatline snapped out of their shock, genuinely surprised that Birdy looked over at her, let alone she responded! She quickly shook her head and stood up, shooting her a quick smile and nervously rubbing her neck

“Oh no sorry bout that. I just was testing something is all. I’m… I’m just gonna go now.” She made a beeline for the door, accidentally slamming her shoulder into the doorframe and letting out a quiet “ouch” before continuing on their way, making her way past Ghost.

Birdy just stared at the doorframe, shrugging at the look Ghost gave her.

Out in the, Flatline was surprisingly happy with herself, despite having ran into a damn doorframe. “Holy shit I cant believe that actually worked.” She was internally cheering even though Birdy probably now thought she was weird. Or at least weirder. But Flatline didn’t give shit, she would definitely do it again. Just not anytime soon. Next time though, she planned to get proof. Was it possible to get other members of the 141 to respond to similar noises? Who knows. But Flatline sure as hell was planning to find out.

[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

Trainwreck (OC fiction) - Part 2

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>>> Part 3

November was just the best month of the year.

Leaves fell from the trees, the temperature dropped at random times of the day, one second it was sunny and the next it was raining cats and dogs. What got Joyce through this – as cliché as it was – was the sudden appearance of all things Fall flavored. At this time of the year, literally everything was pumpkin spice latte flavored, and she was there for it. She was there for seasonal treats that got you through the day despite the shit weather and exams approaching.

            At the moment, she clutched tightly her venti cup of maple flavored latte, enjoying the warmth it provided, although she could feel it cool down by the second. Today was one of those days she wished she had stayed in bed. She had to run to catch her morning train – and it wasn't even Tuesday, so she didn't get to see Roman – and then ran to her first morning class, only to find out that the teacher was ill and class was canceled, meaning that she had nothing to do for the three following hours – hours she could have spent in the homey comfort of her feather duvet. Then her last class of the day lasted five minutes longer than normally, because the teacher absolutely wanted to correct the last exercise, resulting in Jo missing her train back. When she finally reached the train station, there was a public announcement saying that there was a problem on the rails and that her next train would be delayed.

            Wasn't it lovely?

“Jävlar!” She heard someone curse. The person walked past her, his hand over his mouth to muffle down the curses. Well... she guessed it was a curse according to the tone he used, but she didn't recognize the language. It sounded somewhat Slavic. Or Scandinavian. She really wasn't a specialist when it came to languages, Jo was a math person, she understood figures better than words.

            But aside from the foreign words, she recognized the voice.

“Roman?” she asked lowly, not wanting anyone else to hear if she was wrong. But the tall boy turned around almost immediately, his brows knitted together, and his valid eye scanning the crowd in search of whoever called his name. She called him once more and waved her hand, catching his attention. He quickly reached her.

“Jo? What are you doing here?” he asked, suddenly all smiles.

“Missing my train, looks like,” she deadpanned. “What was that you said before?” she wondered, frowning a bit. “It wasn't English.”

            A somewhat crooked smile stretched his lips and he nodded, “It was Swedish. And it's nothing for a lady's ears to hear,” he joked.

“It's just a wild guess, but I suppose it was something along the lines of 'God fucking hell, my bloody train is canceled, dammit',” Jo offered up as he nodded again, a little grin gracing his lips. She needed to stop looking at his lips.

“That was the idea, yeah,” he said, burying his bare hands in the pockets of his jacket and his nose in his scarf. “Shit, it's really fucking cold today too.”

            Of course, it must be even worse for him since he didn't seem to have brought an umbrella. His hair was flat from the rain and it looked like his jacket didn't do much besides from stopping the wind, it must have been drenched through and through. Three weeks had passed since she found the guts to talk to him, and they had met for lunch once or twice when they both had a free period in the middle of the day, but this was the first time she actually bumped into him on her way home.

“If the weather wasn't so awful I'd suggest we take a walk since we have two hours to kill, but I think that's out of the question,” Jo sighed. “Coffee?”

            She saw Roman's eyebrows knit together again, and his valid eye switched between her eyes and the paper cup in her hands.

“It's almost empty and it’s cold now,” she shrugged, putting it in the nearest trash can. “There's a café just down the street, let's go before anyone else gets the same idea.”

            A quizzical smile made its way on his lips, and Roman took Jo's umbrella from her hands, holding it for her since he was so much taller and offering her his arm to hold as they crossed the door and stepped out in the rain. Jo inwardly congratulated herself for wearing jeans and sneakers and not a dress this time.

“As much as it's a pain in the ass when you're outside in the cold, rain still feels nice,” she suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between them. “It cleans the air, it smells fresh. The streets are empty and it almost covers the noises of the city.”

“You didn't strike me as a romantic,” she heard him say beside her. “I agree though.”

“Oh, I'm a huge romantic!” She laughed. “I would write poetry if I was any good at it.”

“I do. It's not that hard really, once you find your style,” he simply said. She felt him shrug since she still had her arm hooked under his.

“You actually do write poetry? Well shit,” the girl muttered, utterly stunned. “Who are you?”

            Roman didn’t say anything, he just smiled a little smugly and shrugged.

“You're about as attractive as you can get by now. Soon you'll tell me you're a Swedish prince and take me away on your white horse in your shining armor.” That was a joke, but Sweden did have a king, so it wasn't impossible, no matter how improbable it was.

            His laughter filled her ears at those words, and she relaxed a bit. She feared that she had gone too far by saying that – it's not that she had never been with a guy before, she was just awkward with it. Sometimes it just didn't occur to her that people weren't supposed to say things such as 'you're about as attractive as you can get'. For the first time though, she seemed to have found somebody who wasn't the least bit bothered by her odd behavior.

“I'm not related to the royal family to my knowledge,” he replied “I'll have to check my family tree.” Right then, they reached the café. Roman closed the umbrella and put it in the umbrella stand. The warmth of the small shop and the scent of freshly baked goods in the air was most welcome. It was past seven, but who cared? It was always time for coffee and pastries.

            They quickly made it to the counter and ordered two coffees.

“My treat,” Roman said, slipping the money on the counter before Jo even had a chance to protest. She shot him a 'thank you but you didn't need to' look, and he smiled faintly. It was only a coffee, she could bear having someone pay coffee for her. She was never too keen on letting people pay for her, she felt too indebted. “Want something to eat?” he asked when he saw her fondly stare at the desserts in front of her.

“No, I just had a sandwich, it wouldn't be reasonable,” she said, her eyes lingering a bit on that raspberry pie before meeting his single open eye. Jo did have a sandwich, but it had been hours ago, and she wouldn't be home for another two and a half hour, but she didn't want him to pay for her.

            He seemed to read right through her, “What if I took it and offered you some?” he suggested tentatively.

            She thought about it for a second before saying, “I'd have to at least try, otherwise it would be rude.” A cheeky smile crept on both their faces.

“I like the way you think, käraste[1],” Roman chuckled lowly and paid for everything.

“What does it mean?” Jo asked curiously while they walked to a free two person’s table.

            Another chuckle fell from his lips and he sat down, crossing his legs and fingers before leaning back.

“You have to guess,” he simply told her. “Käraste,” he repeated for her to hear it again.

“Well, it doesn't sound offensive, so I'd say it's a sort of nickname. It's definitely addressed to me, so yeah,” she said. “You know using words of a foreign language to impress a girl is like, the oldest trick in the world?” Jo raised a brow and sipped her coffee.

“I'm trying to impress you?” His brows shot up and he smirked so Jo was unable to tell what he was thinking. The bastard.

“I don't know, you tell me… You just told me you write poetry, and gave me a little Swedish pet name,” she teased. “If it’s not meant to make me swoon, what are you trying to accomplish?”

            Even though she was the one teasing him, she felt a bit hot suddenly and she was losing her composure rather quickly facing this gorgeous Swedish prince. Hearing herself use the words ‘pet name’ out loud made her stomach flip. Roman’s gaze didn’t waver, he just looked at her, as if taking in her reaction. Soaking her up.

He always seemed to gain confidence when she lost hers. The flirtatious tone of her voice remained though, and she hoped he didn't notice her fluster. Jo brought her cup of coffee to her lips, and the tension slowly eased off as conversation went.

*

            Hanging out with Roman after that came naturally. If their first encounter was pure coincidence, the next ones sure as hell weren't. Joyce still felt her cheeks redden at the thought, but she was glad she mustered up the courage to ask for his number at the coffee shop. Two weeks later, the weather grew kinder – you just didn't know what to expect when you lived in the east of France, the weather was a nightmare -, allowing her to drop the gloves and go out without fearing for catching a cold. She was sitting on a bench in the middle of campus, a book firmly settled on her lap with one hand holding it open while the other one was stuck between her thighs so it would stay warm.

“Are you waiting for someone?” a now rather familiar voice asked her playfully.

            Jo looked up, squinting her eyes because of the sun and smiling at the silhouette before her. Roman.

“Yes, I am. As it happens, my friend is very late again, maybe I should offer him a watch?” She laughed as he rolled his eyes – well, eye – and grinned before handing her a warm cup of some hot beverage. Jo stood up when tried to grab the cup but when she did so, he moved it out of her reach.

“He is, but he knows how to apologize,” Roman raised the cup too high for her to reach until she said it was fine and he was forgiven.

            Jo was in a position of disadvantage – clearly being a very tall and lean boy made it easy for him to win this round. She laughed as her hair flew a bit around – she didn't tie it down today – and he joined her in her laughter, almost spilling her drink on his coat. As always, his hair was pulled back under his beanie – although Jo found out that it stayed this way even when he took it off, as if even his hair was aware of him being a prince and behaved accordingly. She liked this about him, that very neat aspect, as if he wanted to be ready to play the next James Bond anytime. Every time she mentioned this, he made a funny face and told her over and over again that he was not part of the Royal family in Sweden – which she still didn't quite believe but eh.

“Careful there!” Roman told her and grabbed her arm, yanking her forward. A faint squeak escaped from Jo's lips when he did so, and she gasped when her body hit against his, her cheek flat on his chest. “Skitstövel[2]!” he cussed loudly for the person who just almost ran into Jo with their bike to hear.

            The girl was still startled, just realizing that she could have gotten hurt was it not for Roman. Her first instinct was to pull back and thank him profusely, but she was still restrained by his arms which were firmly wrapped around her shoulders, thus making it impossible for her to move. Not that she particularly wanted to – if she could grab a few more seconds being this close to him, she would.

“You okay?” he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her away just enough to meet her puzzled eyes.

“Uh- yeah, I'm fine. Thank you, Roman,” she mumbled quickly, skittishly tugging a strand of her wild hair behind her ear. He smirked at this sight, knowing that she only did it when nervous. He liked making her aflutter, especially when it made her blush as well. “We- we need to get going if we want to be finished before your train leaves,” Jo reminded him and Roman nodded in agreement.

            He would take the train alone tonight. One of her friends invited Jo to her birthday party and she agreed to come and would stay the night since there were no night train for her destination. She was quite pleased to see that Roman seemed genuinely annoyed that he wouldn't get to spend those daily thirty minutes in her company. He had to know that she liked him, it would be criminal to flirt any harder than she already did.

            They walked towards the commercial streets downtown, for Jo had a bit of shopping to do and Roman agreed to accompany her – he agreed before she could tell him it wasn't a clothing shopping spree, which spoke volumes about how much he valued the time he spent with her – and they were now headed to go grocery shopping since Jo didn't want to arrive empty handed to her friend's birthday and intended on bringing a few bottles and chips.

            The walk was short but not the least bit boring, they never ran out of conversation topics so far and it didn't occur to them that they were talking a bit loud sometimes or that people started staring at them when Roman broke into a fit of laughter or when Jo squeaked when a drop of water fell from a roof and into the collar of her coat. They had casual fun and sipped their coffees, finishing them before stepping into the giant store.

“Maybe next time we choose the snacks first,” Jo said, trying to keep the bottles she was holding in her arms from falling.

            The bottle of gin got lucky, but it was a close call. It was a rather awkward position to try and grab a pack of chips while struggling to prevent the four liquor bottles from crashing to the floor. Roman came to her rescue and grabbed one, although he too had his fair share of liquor in the hands.

“If you really must drop something then drop the cheapest bottle Jo,” Roman joked, pointing at the two-liter bottle of beer tucked under her left arm.

“I'll try to remember that,” she rolled her eyes at him and finally managed to grab the chips. “Can you take these?” she asked him, pointing to another bag of snacks with her chin – not that she could point at it with her fingers. He gave her a small frown and shook his head.

“What about I go get a plastic bag?” he suggested. “I'll be back.”

            Jo nodded thankfully and smiled as he strutted away, still looking like an ethereal being, even with his arms loaded with alcohol and chips. When she watched him walk away, her attention was caught by the old lady that stood at the far end of the aisle. She was giving a stink eye at Roman, unsubtly staring at him like he was some kind of freak show all by himself. Jo would have sworn her hair stood on her head and sizzled with electricity when she felt a rush of anger course through her veins. She saw red. By the way he tilted his head and looked down, she could tell he noticed too but he played it cool and acted as if he hadn't, although the woman's indiscreet glare was hard to ignore. Whether he planned on saying something or not, she couldn't remain quiet. Jo walked up to where he and the lady stood, watching Roman put the bottles in a bag as she spoke up.

“Has no one ever told you that it's incredibly rude to stare?” she asked the woman, rather politely given the circumstances.

            The old lady looked shocked to be caught red handed and mumbled a few things in her triple chin before awkwardly turning around and minding her own business. “Old people, I swear,” she grumbled. “And they say young people are the rude ones!” Jo hissed through her teeth while resuming putting her groceries into the bag and taking it from Roman's hands. He was red in the face and she couldn't tell if it was anger or embarrassment.

“You didn't have to, Jo,” he sighed. “I get stares, I just ignore them, people are curious and that's okay.”

“In what world is that okay?” she exclaimed – a bit too loud she realized. “That was very rude, and you are in your damn full right to call her out of her behavior.”

“I don't think she thought wrong, she's just ol-” Roman started but Jo cut him off, whispering angrily, although the anger wasn't directed at him.

“There's a reason for parents to teach their children not to stare: it's impolite. Don't settle for the little respect you get, demand the respect you deserve!” She was baffled by what just happened. Jo honestly thought he would stand up for himself.

            As shy as she was, Jo knew when people crossed a line and took it upon herself to stand up for herself or anyone else in need – this got her into lots of trouble in middle school. She didn't know when exactly the disease started to affect Roman, or if he was born with it - she never asked and figured it wasn't her place to ask. If he wanted to share the information, he would, but she thought he had lived with it for long enough to be able to somehow disregard it and live like he didn't even have it in the first place. That also meant expecting other people to treat him normally, and not like some strange beast.

            He looked embarrassed now, and Jo couldn’t tell what about. Was if her behavior or his own lack of reaction? She would apologize if she’d embarrassed him, but she didn’t regret telling that woman off.

She placed a hand on his shoulder to make him look at her. When his valid eye locked with her two worried ones, he offered her a faint smile to reassure her. Jo didn't completely buy it, but she figured it wasn't the place to start talking either. “I think we're done here, let's go.”

            The next fifteen minutes were quiet – not uncomfortable but still quiet – and Jo had wanted to ask Roman what was on his mind several times, but he didn't even seem to remember her presence beside him. His open eye was fixated on an imaginary point on the horizon, and his hands were tucked in his pockets. It wasn't like him to let Jo carry all the bags and walk in such heavy silence.

“I'm sorry for my outburst in there,” the girl apologized when she realized that maybe it was she who did something out of place. “I meant well. But I overstepped, I get it.”

            At last, Roman focused his attention back on her, looking confused.

“No. No, there's nothing to be sorry about. I guess you were right, I just don't like calling people out.” He paused. “Most of the time, it just gives them a closer look at my eye, that's all...” he explained, shrugging a bit and looking at his feet as they kept going.

“Is it- is it something you're insecure about?” Jo asked carefully. Her teeth dug into her lower lip. Roman stopped in his track and met her gaze once again.

“Does it surprise you?” he questioned.

“Yes.”

            Roman's eyebrows shot up.

“And no, I guess,” Jo added when he gave her a funny look.

“That's a weird answer,” he commented with a little smirk. At least she made him smile.

“No, it doesn't surprise me because if I were in your shoes, I'd probably be self-conscious too. Must be hard. But yes, I'm still a bit surprised to see that you have a reason to feel insecure,” she attempted to explain.

            By the look on his face, she took it that it wasn't clear enough.

“Roman, I say that without any after-thought, but you're the most attractive person I have ever met, both men and women. And I foolishly figured that if a handsome Swedish prince like you has insecurities, then what hope is there for the rest of us, mere mortals?”

            A chuckle answered her ridiculous statement – that was definitely going on her list of things she would regret saying later. Even though Jo will probably have a very short night, she knew that she would spend the little time she slept thinking of that stupid-ass thing she just said. L'esprit de l'escalier they call it. She inwardly face-palmed herself.

“It sounded better in my head, ignore me,” she said, resuming walking because the bags were getting heavier in her arms. Thankfully Roman noticed and came to her rescue, taking one of the two bags from Jo, despite her assuring him she was fine.

“That's something I'll remember.” Roman grinned at her. Jo wanted to disappear into a mouse-hole. “It wasn't that awful,” he added when he realized she was embarrassed.

“It was. It'll haunt my dreams,” Jo tried to sound dramatic and put her hand over her heart.

            All she wanted was to see him smile at this point. Her hair was a mess because the wind blew harder and harder – so much for the kind weather – and her coat flew open a few times, she almost tripped on the paving stones and she accidentally snorted while laughing when she saw a girl's chewing-gum pop and go all over her nose. Roman's face was red from laughing so much by the time they reached the train station where they'd part. It was almost time. They said quick goodbyes, not wanting to make it longer than needed – neither of them was good at saying goodbye.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Roman exclaimed.

            He turned around and walked back to her, slipping his hand inside his coat and pulling out a messily folded piece of paper.

“I have to go now or I'll miss my train, don't be late to your party!” He chuckled and left without another word.

                 If he had looked over his shoulder before walking away, he would have seen the surprise on Jo’s face. She stood still, her hands still midair, holding the piece of paper between two of her fingers. The groceries were at her feet. Minutes passed and the train left before she came back to her senses and unfolded it.             What wasn't her surprise when she found a neatly written poem inside.

[1]Literally “dearest”. The k makes a ‘sh’ sound here, so it’s pronounced “sher-a-steh”.

[2]Bastard/Asshole

[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Angel

Summary: You and Eddie have been exhausted, and sometimes a nice long nap is exactly what you need.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Female!Reader

Warning: Fluff, sooooo much fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers (kinda, nothing happens but it's lowkey understood that they're in love with each other), cuddling, forehead kisses, Eddie and Reader being in love with each other and showing it in sweet ways, one mention of masturbation but it's not even graphic, Eddie has been having nightmares but doesn't know what they're about (S4 doesn't happen in this. He's safe and loved and always will be), slight angst, pet names, just—nice things.

Word count: 2,209

A/N: Oh my goodness, I loved writing this one, ok? This was so much fun. It made me feel all sorts of nice things, and I hope it makes you feel all those nice things too. This is based on a thot I shared with my bestie P!R Anon that I just couldn't help but expand. They put up with a lot of my ramblings and they're amazing for that. And so! I hereby dedicate this slice of heaven to them. Here you go, bestie. Enjoy!

Kisses💋

— K

Part II. Series Masterlist

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…” Eddie mumbles under his breath with the radio, silently cursing Max for playing that damn cassette so many times. The drive through the slowly chilling streets of the trailer park was quiet, a few solitary cars and trucks passing Eddie’s prized van as he made the journey to your trailer. With the sun dipping low behind the trees, the shadows and wind bit harder than normal and told of a fast approaching winter. 

Your trailer was a familiar shape at the end of the road, a beacon of comfort that pushed his foot on the pedal hoping to cut the journey as short as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before he was slamming the rusty van into park, shutting off Kate Bush, and hopping out of the driver’s seat with that impish grin that never seemed to leave his face around you. The door was locked, which didn’t deter him in the slightest. He pulled the mess of keys from his jacket pocket and found the copy you’d given him a few years ago, just after you moved into your own trailer. The moment you gave it to him, he swore that he wouldn’t let it out of his sight, and, surprisingly, he hasn’t. 

“Helloooo!” He calls as he pushes the door open. He waits for a second for a response but when he gets none he slips his jacket and vest on the couch, heading for your bedroom. 

“Lucy, I’m hooooome!” He sings as he pokes his head into your room, immediately regretting the loudness of his voice. He hears a soft chuckle from the lump of blankets on your bed, your limbs slowly stretching as you peel back the duvet from your sleepy face. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says, much softer this time.

“Hey,” you croak, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you click on the lamp next to your bed, “whatcha up to, Munson? No good?” 

“Oh, yeah, you know me; scaring housewives, stealing cats, sacrificing goats—the whole nine yards, babe.” He grins and slides his hands into his pockets. You giggle again at his silliness and let yourself take him in in all his glory. Eddie Munson looked far too handsome leaning against your doorframe, his frizzy, wild hair illuminated from the light behind him (God, was he an Angel?), dressed in his usual uniform: a well-loved Hellfire t-shirt, black jeans, that God-awful handcuff belt that you secretly loved, and the same pair of white sneakers that he’s had since his junior year. 

“The poor thing, you must be exhausted,” you yawn, even with sleep still heavy in your system you could see that he was tired. 

“Nah,” he winks with a shake of his head, noting how adorable you look swaddled in your blanket. The thought is quickly tossed aside as quickly as he thought it, he shouldn’t think of you like that, you were his best friend. He pulls his keys from his back pocket. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to your nest, sweetheart.”

“Noooo, com’ere,” you tiredly beckon to him with a soft smile, “join me in the nest.”

“What?” He pushes off the doorframe to make his way to kneel beside your bed, the grabby hand you make at him has his own hand itching to hold yours. He rests his chin on the edge of your bed, his hands folded neatly. 

“Stay. Nap,” you say, sitting up on your elbow, “I know you need it, I can see your eye bags without my glasses on.” 

“Ok, see, that’s not how to get me into bed with you,” he jokes with a laugh, easily making you laugh with him. He hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, strange nightmares about strange looking bats and massive basilisk-like vines kept him from getting good rest. Then he spent his days toiling away in the garage.

“Com’on, just a small nap,” you pet his arm gently, trying to lure him into agreeing. It was working.

“I don’t have pajamas,” he points out, already caving to your suggestion, you could suggest he take a flying leap and he just might. He straightens up so your eyes are level, subtly searching for more of your warmth. 

“Just ditch the jeans and t-shirt, and sleep in your boxers—which I assume you’re 100% wearing?” You suspiciously raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing underwear,” Eddie sasses at the accusatory tone of your voice. 

“Good! Then you can sleep in those,” you rationalize, your sleepy brain may not make the best choices, but goodness, you were sleepy and you could tell Eddie was too. He clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh, feigning defeat. 

“Alright,” he pulls himself standing and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Avert your eyes, sweetheart, the show ain’t free.”

“Boooooooo,” you groan and cover your face with a blanket before flopping back on the bed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the metalhead. He was thankful you covered your face so he can blush in private. You’d seen him in his boxers many times before, but this would be the first time he’d be in bed with you, while practically naked. ‘She’s in her pjs, it’ll be fine,’ he tells himself and tugs off his Hellfire shirt. He quickly strips down to his checkered boxers, the chill of the room nips at his skin and leaves him with goosebumps, it mixes with the perpetual exhaustion in his bones. 

Yeah, a warm bed sounds like heaven right now. 

“Done yet?” And there was an angel. As soon as the blanket was over your face, you felt a fresh wave of tiredness crash down on you. 

“Mmhmm,” he hums, trying to remain as calm as possible to fight off the blush that desperately wants to return. You throw open your blankets for him to climb in, reaching for him on instinct. 

Eddie smiles as soon as he sees your pajamas; one of his favorite shirts that mysteriously went missing a week ago and, he hopes to God, a pretty pair of panties. He’s never seen anything more gorgeous than you in his clothes, but you sleeping in his clothes? Oh, he’d pay good money to see that every day for the rest of his life. 

He lets you gently guide him into the spot next to you before he scoops you up to hold you a little closer, an uncontrollable shiver racing up his spine. Boy, he was cold. You nuzzle deeper into his hold on instinct, the feeling of his arms around you always sent your heart a-flutter. The chilled skin of his chest pressed into your cheek as you snuggled in, your hand coming to his arm to rub his skin warm. 

“My God, Munson, are you made of ice?” You joke and curl yourself around him, slinging your leg over his. You swallow lightly when you feel his bare thigh against yours, the light dusting of hair scratched against you ever so softly. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d be having a mini heart attack right about now. 

“Well, they do say I’m cold hearted,” he teases through a yawn, his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each breath. He hears you hum out a tired laugh but he can barely focus on anything except your leg in his lap and the rhythmic thumpthumpthump of your chest against his. 

There’s a spell of comfortable silence. The room is filled with slowly deepening breaths and two heartbeats. Sleep takes hold of you quickly, your eyes already shut and dreams just about to start. Eddie catches himself dozing and has enough sense to carefully shut the lamp off before relaxing again. 

As soon as the room was dark, sleep came to him and carried him off. 

~~~~~~

There’s laughter. And sunshine. And his favorite Metallica record playing. He remembers you in the passenger seat of his van, passing him a spoon with ice cream on it. He remembers eating the spoonful of chocolate ice cream while never looking away from you. You were smiling at him, and, God, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The light was red, there was no danger. No bats, or vines or whatever the fuck they were. It was just the two of you and a bowl of chocolate ice cream. What more could he want?

Soft movement twitched in his limbs as he slowly came back from the dream realm. His head was resting on something soft, tresses of his brown hair covered his face but he couldn’t be bothered to move them yet. He felt you stir with him, wakefulness rising in you both. The feeling of his head on your chest was what you could only describe as perfect. You laid on your back with Eddie resting on top of you, his arms bracketing your sides, hands holding the fabric of your shirt that had ridden up in the night. Your legs were spread comfortably for him to fit between. 

With a gentle stretch, you run your hands across his naked shoulders idly. The soothing touch igniting awareness in Eddie as he finally blinks his eyes open. The sun was peeking through the light curtains of your room, the morning birds singing their happy songs in the trees outside. He purrs when you bring one hand to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes for him. Oh, yeah, he liked that. 

“G’mornin’, Princess,” he rasps, not bothering to move from his spot yet. If he were honest, he wouldn’t move for all eternity if it were up to him. 

“Morning, Ed,” you mumble back with a yawn, still rubbing his back as you finally open your own eyes to stare at your ceiling. 

“'Just a nap,’ huh?” He yawns, his own hand moving to stroke your side, “now, I may not be a smart man, but that was way longer than a nap.”

“Well, we needed it,” you respond with a small smile, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over the heated skin of your side was equal parts comforting and intoxicating. Eddie let out an affirmative grumble before lifting his head, resting his chin on your sternum. The sight that greets him nearly knocks him on his ass. Your hair is a mess, sleep has made your face plumper than normal, lines from your pillow run along the length of your cheek, eye crusties dot the inner corner of your gorgeous eyes. You look beautiful, like always, but you look real. And the fact that someone as perfect as you were, was real and currently playing with a knotted lock of his hair, blew his fucking mind. 

While he was busy surveying your face, you were doing the same to him. Taking in his own puffy face, drool coated lips, wild hair, and glossy brown eyes. You came to the same conclusion, unbeknownst to you, that he was perfectly real. The smile that tugged at your lips was easy and held all the fondness you felt for the man in your bed. He saw it, the fondness that he hasn’t found anywhere else in the world. 

“Sleep good?” You ask, the tension in the room was too much for you to take any longer. It was enough for Eddie to come back to reality. 

“Like a baby,” he hums and stretches his arms out before propping himself up on his forearms with a sigh. “We are so doing that again,” he says with a playful smirk. 

“Definitely,” you chuckle in agreement and rub your face clear of any left over sleep crusties. It’s then that Eddie realizes that he’s on top of you, he glances between you to see your shirt rucked up, revealing a pair of plain black cotton panties adorning your hips. He bites his lip and takes as many mental pictures as he can for some at at home solo activities. He’s quick to pull his mind out of the gutter when he hears your tummy rumble. 

“Hungry?” He asks, you hum and nod. “One ‘Eddie Special,’ coming right up!” He kisses your forehead, it was too tempting to ignore, before getting up and heading for your kitchen. You listen to the sound of his rummaging through your kitchen and decide to switch on your stereo next to your bed. The normally harsh sounds of heavy metal guitars and drums is a quiet hum when Eddie returns. He comes back with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a banana, and a fresh cup of water— all balanced in his two hands. 

“Wooooow, room service? I should let you sleep in my bed more often,” you reach for the glass of water first and gulp it down. He gets back in bed, being extra careful of the milk in the bowl.

“Yes, you should,” he grumbles through a mouthful of cereal before handing you the bowl. You laugh and dig in, letting the morning go on at a comfortable pace. It’s just the two of you and a bowl of cereal. 

What more could he want?

Part II

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pairing: non-idol!bang chan x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: menstruation warning (talks of cramps/flow)!! also literally no proofreading i can’t be bothered rn. mentions of bathing + reader having their hair washed (no sexual nudity at all, just chris caring for reader).

daisy’s notes: i want to go back to bed so bad but its been taken over by my cats for rn and also i have something in the oven :/ smh!!

Chris was probably one of the sweetest boyfriends in the world. This, of course, was true for various reasons... but always seemed to be most apparent when you were dealing with your cycle.

You’d texted him before you left work that you felt like garbage after everything you’d gone through. You swore that your pain medicine never kicked in when your cramps were at their worst, you were having a heavier day than usual, and all you wanted was to go home and crash and maybe curl up in your boyfriend’s arms for a few hours. The normal “my period sucks today” routine, in your opinion.

Your text to him had been short and simple: ouchie :(

Chris knew your code well. How bad?

So you busted out the number scale: 8-9, might be a 10 by the time i get home.

From the moment you walked in, Chris was at full attention for you. “There’s a bath drawn for you,” he said, “I’ll come wash your hair in a second, yeah? I ordered your favorite tonight--and I ran out to get more ice cream for you,” he planted a kiss against your forehead, taking full advantage of the little step upward at the entrance of your apartment.

(Translation: Chris was busting out all the stops to comfort you since you needed it. He wouldn’t do it at every 10 until he saw you, but when you busted out a 10 while on your period... The guy knew.)

So you undressed as you entered the bathroom, spotting where Chris had brought in your cozier pajamas and one of his hoodies before neatly setting it aside. You pressed your head back against the tile as you listened to the sound of Chris getting your takeout before you listened to each quiet step as he made his way into the bathroom. Most days, you’d tease him about drawing a bath just to see you naked. Something about the draining parts of today seemed to start hitting you all at once, and you merely mumbled your thanks to him when he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Today’s a bad one, huh?” He said, getting the shower head and your shampoo bottle. “It’s okay,” he pressed another kiss into your temple. “I’ve got you.”

You let him instruct you through each motion--sitting forward, leaning your head back, and everything else. This wasn’t the first time he’d washed your hair for you in general, and you could easily recount times where you’d taken care of him in the same way. Sometimes in the shower together, other times where you pulled a chair in and let him recline back while your fingers worked their magic. Chris carefully massaged your scalp, washing your hair the way you’d taught him to, never pulling too hard since he knew how sensitive you could be.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, the fruity scent of your shampoo filling the air for the second time. “Work, I mean.”

You let out a tiny groan, and his chuckle managed to tug a smile onto your face. Even after all the stress, just hearing his laughter in any form was enough to brighten your day a little.

“Alright,” he said. “I get it.” He kissed your cheek again, turning the shower head back on to rinse your hair again. “I’m gonna go get the water bottle for you and I promise I won’t burn my hand this time.”

(You snorted a little at the reminder of the last time Chris tried to fill it. There was a reason you used the countertop boiler for it instead of the pan he tried using.)

He planted one last kiss against your lips, telling you to take your time as he left you there. Yet soon enough, you were dry and dressed in comfy clothing and making your way out to crash on the couch next to Chris--who’d already pulled up a streaming service so that the two of you could watch movies together. Despite the takeout sitting on the table in front of you, you opted to curl up in his arms first, burying your face into his neck. He curled an arm around you, setting aside the remote a moment later in favor of holding you.

“Better?”

You nodded. “A little.”

“I’ve got you,” he promised, pulling you in a little closer. He kissed your cheek again, tracing circles onto your arm with his thumb.

“I know,” you mumbled, arms wrapping a little tighter around him. “I love you.”

You could hear his smile in his voice, “I love you, too,” he said, and then drew back. “Let’s eat before it gets cold, yeah? You can pick whatever movie you want.”

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