#no need for coffee or anything bro get out of bed READY

[mari-lair]

Is Akane the only one in the cast who is an early bird? That's so silly.

Also shout out to Kou for pushing through and getting shit done anyways

[jessi4fanfics]

Addition~

This was my part in the sing-it-together zine!! Hope you enjoy!!

go see the full thing at @sing-it-togetherzine and download it!!

Screams.

That’s all that he can hear.

Running. 

He doesn’t seem to be in control of his moving legs, but they’re moving.

Sweat. That’s what he feels running down his cheek.

Exhaustion. Regret. Realization…

John Dory sits up in bed suddenly, gasping for breath and air. He rubbed his hand through his hand, looking around, his hands moist from perspiration.

His heart slowed down a bit, and he gripped his chest. 

Breathe in… breathe out…

He had reminisced way too much last night, causing the nightmare. Sighing, he got up/

John Dory didn’t want to take off his pajamas, so he just stumbled out of his room in the bunker into the living room.

Ever since the bros had reunited, both John Dory and Floyd had decided to stay with Branch in his bunker, while Bruce continued to live at Vacaay Island, and Clay with Viva at Putt Putt Village.

John Dory wished that he had a girl to stay with at the moment. He needed some kind of calm down. 

That’s what coffee and Rhondas are there for.

John Dory tricked over himself towards the kitchen and heated up some leftover coffee. He knew Branch was probably up somewhere, he always was, double checking the premises around Pop Village. Thank goodness he always left coffee.

John Dory drowsily looked up at the clock. Before 5.

Yup. Branch was definitely up by now.

He poured the coffee into his cup and went straight back to his room.

He passed his calendar and stopped to look at it. John knew this day all too well.

It haunted him. Just like this day had 20 years ago.

~~~

“Everyone! Take shelter! Under rocks, hide in between leaves! Anything!”

All the trolls, despite their screams, heard his strong firm voice clearly. They took his advice, sliding beneath rocks and using their hair to blend in.

They could hear the great big feet stomping towards their tree. They could feel it.

The ground shook as the big purple monster stepped closer to the tree. The trolls lost their balance as they tried to rush to hide.

Trollstice had snuck up on them this year. No one had been ready.

“Blend in!” King Peppy continued to shout, and through their struggles most managed to do so.

John Dory ran along with the trolls, his brothers supposedly following behind. His parents were right beside him and he puffed along.

He kept glancing at his parents, waiting for them to tell him a place safe enough for him to hide.

It never happened.

His parents seemed to be a bit dazed and confused, unsure of where to put their children. Their heads swiveled frantically, both whispering and pointing.

John Dory had noticed lately how his mother had been unsteady, having to lean against their father much more and such.

He wondered what was making her so exhausted. 

“John Dory!” his father called. “Look ahead, son! Don’t look behind!”

“Make sure your brothers are caught up as well!” the mom puffed next to him.

John Dory’s eyes crinkled in concern but nodded. He turned straight ahead and kept jogging on his path, his determination mode set on as he began looking both right and left for his brothers.

Spruce wasn’t far behind, on his right, gasping for air as he ran too, holding their brother Clay’s hand.

Good, they were safe.

Now for Floyd, the youngest…

~~~

John Dory slipped his vest on, then his shorts, and placed his goggles over his forehead.

Another day not so like the others.

A day full of flashbacks just like every year.

Sighing, he began to march out of his room, slowly but carefully, his vision playing tricks on him in the dark as he slipped on a few pieces of paper that he knew Floyd had left from brainstorming song ideas.

He didn’t have time to get annoyed right now and tramp into his younger brother's room complaining like he might’ve any other day.

He needed to get to the elevator.

He needed to get outside.

He just needed air.

Quickly, slurping the last of his coffee, and gripping the handle of the mug tightly, he rushed toward the elevator and pulled the lever.

The elevator jolted up and soon he was outside of the bunker.

John Dory set his goggles over his eyes and tucked the mug into his hair. He knew exactly who he could go to at a time like this.

Within minutes of fast-walking he was approaching a big field of nice long grass that he knew that his baby girl Rhonda was obsessed with rubbing and sleeping in.

And there she was, fast asleep in the blades of green, looking extremely satisfied with life.

The opposite of how JD was feeling right now.

“Rhonda!” He shook her and she woke, blinking slowly and looking at him, confused.

Without explaining, he entered his armadillo vehicle and opened the sunroof and climbed to the top.

Slowly he took big gulps of air as he removed his goggles and lay on his back, arms behind his head, looking up into the infinity of the sky above.

His heart began to slow.

~~~

Oh no.

Floyd?! Where was he?!

John Dory felt his heart quicken even faster– which moments before he hadn’t realized was even possible.

“Keep going! No one left behind!” 

He could hear King Peppy’s voice way behind him, still shouting to the other trolls like him and his family who couldn’t find a hiding place that hadn’t been occupied yet.

It wasn’t until moments like these that you realize how many trolls there actually are.

He could feel the bergen getting closer, its footsteps shaking the tree more and more violently.

He had to find–

“Floyd!” his mother cried out behind him as she and his father caught up. “Where’s Floyd?!” Her voice strained with worry as the screams from the trolls got louder.

Suddenly, they felt a cold presence behind them.

Everyone turned to see a humongous purple pimply hand reach down and snatch a troll.

The troll shrieked and immediately, along with John Dory’s dad, rushed to grab the trolls’ hands and pull him away from the bergen’s strong grip.

They tugged and yanked, and suddenly the troll popped out of the bergen’s hand.

They all fell backwards in a heap as the hand pulled back quickly.

John Dory heard the bergen grunt in annoyance and his mom began to cry.

He needed to find Floyd! Where was that–

“John!! Bruce!!” 

Immediately, the BroZone family turned to see Floyd, his leg stuck underneath a big tree branch that had fallen.

He was a while away, almost fifteen yards, and the bergen’s hand was beginning to dip down for more trolls as more trolls began to scream. His dark pink eyes were swimming in tears as he reached out towards them.

“Floyd! Someone has to–” their mom began to panic, attempting to run towards her son.

“No, you stay!” Her husband held her back. “The boys and I will go. Keep running to safety!”

“No, but-”

John Dory began to race towards his brother, ignoring the arguing behind him, with Spruce right on his trail.

They dodged the terror-driven trolls and the thought of the hand dropping down and grabbing them at any moment encouraged their feet to go faster.

Finally, they were at Floyd’s side. 

“I was trying to catch up with you, but I slipped, and this tree must not have been strong because it fell from all the running–”

“It’s alright! Pull!” 

They yanked as John Dory felt his arms almost grow numb from pain and the cold wind that whipped past them, making him shiver.

Cold wind? It was mid-summer…

~~~

John Dory sat on his back, watching the clouds part and make way for the sun. His mind raced, and with his mind his heart began to beat faster again.

His breaths became a bit rapid and he tried to slow it down, squeezing his eyes closed and counting backwards from thirty.

It wasn’t working, dangit.

He wished the memories wouldn’t rush into his head as fast as they were, the way they did every year on this day.

Every other day he could pretend like it never happened. Something his brothers sometimes loathed. But he couldn’t emotionally handle this.

He couldn’t physically handle it either.

JD felt the sweat slowly trickle down his forehead, and he took out a cloth and attempted to wipe it away, but he wasn’t entirely focused on the warm drops dripping down his face. His mind was searching for some kind of reason not to remember this day years ago.

Rhonda could feel the tense and stressful vibes in the air, and she scrunched her eyebrows nervously. She began to vibrate and purr, something that had helped John Dory the few times this had happened to him.

John Dory felt the vibrating of his armadillo’s purrs underneath him, and he felt his arm move to caress the top of his pet. His eyes closed and his breaths came out rushed as he continued to struggle with his thoughts.

Rhonda made a small noise, like a loving sort of growl, at first quietly, and then again. Louder this time.

John Dory didn’t notice. The world seemed to be slipping away from him.

~~~

Floyd was hoisted up by his arms around John Dory and Spruce’s shoulders, as they tried to rush forward where their parents had been attempting to stay while moving forward at the same time.

Floyd’s leg was limp, but not broken. Only a small sprain that should be completely well within a month or so. The pain wasn’t awful, he promised his brothers.

They were near their parents, and Clay rushed to meet them. “They want us to run with Grandma!” Clay gasped, bent over as he tried to quickly catch his breath. “Mom can’t keep running. She’s too tired.”

John Dory looked at his mother, his tough, strong and determined mother, confused. Why was she so exhausted so easily?

“Boys!!” Grandma Rosiepuff, as strong as ever, rushed right by them, grabbing Clay’s arm as she rushed by. “Keep up with me!”

“But Mom and Dad–” Spruce began.

“They’re alright!” Grandma promised. “Just keep running. We’re heading into the cover under that rock, right ahead!”

As she kept running, John Dory and Spruce nodded at each other. There was no point in arguing. They kept running with Floyd, urging Clay to keep close behind.

John Dory’s gaze kept onto his parents as long as he was close enough to see their facial features.

It looked like his mother was crying. She was on the ground, her dress completely dirty, her navy blue eyes filled with sorrow but determination as she looked up at her husband, who was kneeling down beside her, his eyes also incredibly watery. She was telling him something, and he was listening and nodding, eyebrows lowered in dedication.

Then he pulled her up. John Dory could mouth the words “I love you” tremble from his father’s lips as his dad turned his head to see him watching.

And then his parents began to run in the opposite direction of everyone else. Towards a big field of long wavy grass.

What were they doing–?

“John Dory! Lookout!”

Clay’s voice brought John Dory’s eyes back to what was in front of him.

The big bergen hand lowering once again, the screams near him getting higher and more shrill, as it dipped and slammed against a big tree branch near them.

“Get ready to jump underneath the rock!” Grandma shouted, reaching for Clay as she began to run faster. 

The branch snapped and began to drop down toward them, right in front of the rock they were going to shelter in.

John Dory felt his arms unwrap from around his baby brother and push Floyd and Spruce in front of him, underneath the rock.

And then he felt his legs lower and then spring up and land right beside his brothers, falling onto his shoulder, as the branch fell just afterwards, in front of the big rock, blocking the entrance for them and the other trolls who had taken shelter under there.

Silence. Sobs. Darkness.

That’s what the next hour brought.

~~~

John Dory felt something crawl up next to him on top of Rhonda. 

He didn’t care. As long as this thing didn’t bother him.

His eyes stayed closed and his gasps didn’t slow as the memory continued to run through his mind.

Then he felt a hand. On top of his.

John Dory felt his conscious being brought back a little, drifting away a bit from the past. He felt his right eye open to see who had interrupted.

His mother’s navy blue eyes looked down at him, filled with worry and concern.

Wait, no… not his mother…

Branch.

Branch didn’t say anything, or do anything more than just rest his hand on top of his. He just sat up beside him, watching him carefully. Slowly his eyes moved from beside him to up at the sky, where it had quickly become bright and almost cheerful out.

John Dory wondered what he was thinking, and if he knew. But he didn’t want to find out. Not now. If Branch knew, he had to be the one to bring it up.

He was not in the state to talk first.

“I heard Rhonda. She seemed really stressed out, and I could tell from all the way from my bunker.” That was the first thing he said. 

Nothing about why John Dory was laying down on top of his armadillo in a blanket of sweat at seven in the morning.

John Dory wanted to say something smart alec– but he didn’t. He was too tired.

“I was out collecting berries earlier with Floyd. Poppy asked if I could for some kind of recipe she wanted to make for us. Some kind of improvement, she claims, of Fluffleberry cake.” He gave a light scoff, signaling that he felt that an improvement of that recipe was impossible, but at the moment that he didn’t really care.

John Dory considered ignoring him, slipping back into his half unconscious world.

“We got to talking and… Floyd told me.” Branch looked back at his oldest brother. “It’s alright. I know.” 

He wasn’t crying. But his voice had that certain edge to it.

John Dory’s eyes filled. His hand gripped Branch’s tighter. “You know…” His voice was hoarse with exhaustion and tears, but he felt relief run through him.

“I’m sorry, John Dory. I– I’m sorry…” Branch’s voice grew squeakier. “I know what this may feel like for you…. I definitely do.”

John Dory thought of how he must’ve dealt with Grandma’s death. How he did deal with her death.

“Do you struggle with this every year?” 

John Dory evaded the question. He looked at Branch devotedly. “That day wasn’t all

sorrow and loss, Branch. I did gain something.”

Now Branch’s eyes slowly filled a bit too, but he stubbornly wiped at them quickly, as if ashamed.

John Dory sat up next to him and gave a sigh as his heart went back to beating a slower pace once again.

~~~

It had been quiet for an hour or so. 

The branch outside of the rock turned out to not be as heavy as expected, and the trolls inside were able to easily move it away from the entrance.

Everyone walked out, in a daze, wondering where their family was, if they were alright, how many trolls the dreadful bergen had taken this time.

Grandma Rosiepuff took Floyd in her arms as she and her grandsons walked out into the bright sunlight also.

It was complete silence.

No one wanted to say anything, to guess that it was their family that got caught and taken away to be eaten.

John Dory couldn’t stand around not knowing however. He immediately rushed towards where his parents had hurried to an hour before, tears being whipped away from his eyelashes from the speed of his run.

The first voice of the hour called out to him, “John Dory! Sweetheart!”

Grandma.

But he wasn’t about to wait. He needed to know.

Into the field, he pushed back the long wavy grass, he called over and over for them. No response. The tears continued to fall as he searched the field.

The field was that big, however. He almost completely searched all of it within ten minutes. By then, his brothers and grandmother had met up with him, watching him search frantically.

Grandma’s face was already smeared with tears, and the boys watched, almost confused.

“Where’s Mom?” Floyd whispered.

Spruce hugged him closer, beginning to understand. 

John Dory finally reached the end of the field. He was sobbing now. 

Why them? Why did that awful thing have to take them?!

He pushed aside the last two blades of grass, and through his tears he saw something shimmer against the sun.

John swiped at his eyes and looked again. 

An egg. A blue egg.

John Dory rushed towards it. He knelt down on the dirt and carefully rested a hand on the egg. 

It was warm. It had just recently been set there, a couple hours ago at most.

But who would leave an egg–?

Then he saw it. Right beside the egg, was a pair of goggles. His dad’s.

He had left them there, knowing that John Dory would go looking for them, knowing that John Dory would find the egg, and knowing that if he saw the goggles then John Dory would know also.

The egg belonged to his parents.

To his mom.

John Dory grabbed the goggles and looked it over for a sign. Anything. 

A small note fell out.

John Dory, 

We knew you’d find this egg. We were going to tell you as a surprise at dinner but… well, surprise! Grandma already knows.

We want you to take care of it in the ways we won’t be able to while we’re away. Keep your new baby brother safe. Love him with everything within you, just like we would and will always. We know you will. It’s your way.  We love you and your brothers so much. No matter what happens, through thick and thin, always have each other’s backs. Make us proud. We know you will.

Love, Mom And Dad.                                                                                      

John Dory looked at the egg again. The tears fell freely as he reached out, took it carefully in his arms, and gave it a small and gentle hug.

~~~

John Dory was surprised to find Branch hugging him back. He was surprised he was hugging Branch at all.

But they sat there, together, bonding through a loss and a gain.

It was nice to know that Branch understood his pain. It was nice to know he had his brother back again.

John Dory pulled away and sniffled. “You remind me of Mom so much,” he chuckled, embarrassed.

Branch swiped at his face again. “How so?”

“You pretend to be a tough bean,” John Dory said, smirking slightly, “but you’re a softie.”

Branch rolled his eyes but gave him a watery smile. “I guess that’s what the ladies want, huh?”

“You bet!” John Dory laughed, nudging him. “But every now and then you show a bit of Dad.”

“Floyd was telling me you are basically Dad’s twin.” Branch raised an eyebrow at him.

“Exactly.” John Dory grinned.

Branch chuckled. They sat there for a while afterward, pondering, thinking in silence.

Branch had never met his parents. John Dory and his bros had no idea what happened to them- if they were alive, if they were eaten.

But it was still a major loss.

Yet, it had come with an amazing addition.

John Dory turned and grinned at his baby brother. 

Love him with everything within you.

He would never admit this but… that was pretty easy to do when it came to Branch.

[koolades-world]

Hiiii are your requests open?? If so could I request the Demon bros (or just Levi Beel and Belphie) comforting s/o after a long and hard day at work? Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna!

Love ur work btw!! ☆♡☆♡☆

hiii!! I’m pretty sure you’re my first ever requester! yay! I’ve been looking forward to this. Requests are open and will be unless I explicitly say they aren’t :D

Thank you sm!!! Sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you imagined. Don’t be afraid to give feedback. Let me know you vision so if you request again in the future, I’ll be better suited to write to your taste next time! Let me know what you think :)

I literally love requests since they give me ideas that I wouldn’t normally come up with, and I’m always itching to write about something. Requests make me feel special LOL kicking my feet, twirling my hair, giggling rn

also sorry that this is so late! it's exam season lol

Demon brothers comforting their s/o after a particularly hard day at work

Lucifer

convinced he would also be half asleep while comforting his s/o this man catches no breaks, except when around his beloved <3

His love language is quality time, so he wants to show you he cares by finally putting down the pen and just relaxing together

Would brew them a cup of his signature coffee, docked up as you like it, of course. Lucky you, he doesn’t do that for just anyone!

Mans down bad lol

Lucifer heard the door opening from his office. He recognized the sound of Mc’s footsteps in the hall as they hung up their coat and tucked away their work shoes. They were oddly silent, though. They usually called out to him, or burst into his home office to tell them about their day. He saw them shuffle past the open door and to their bedroom.

He decided it let it go for now. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but if they needed him, they would come to him. He didn’t need to investigate. However, as he tried to focus on the work, he found himself reading the same paragraph over and over again as he though about Mc. After not even five minutes of debating, he got up with vigor and made his way to their room.

They were sprawled out over on the bed, face down. He quickly moved to flip them over. He let out a small sigh of relief now he saw their eyes were open. “What are you doing?” Lucifer sat next to Mc.

“I’m tired, Luci.” They grabbed the pillow he always used and put it over their face, their voice muffled.

“Are you feeling unwell?” He removed the pillow so he could see their face again.

“I guess you could say that. Everyone at work was so annoying today and I’m ready to do nothing now.” He stopped Mc from rolling over again and pulled them into his side.

“Let me make you something to drink. Go sit in the living room. Do you have any preferences?” He looked them right in the eyes.

“No, but one of the coffees you make the best sounds nice, maybe please?" He sighed lovingly a little at their antics. They clearly wanted this coffee.

“Consider it done. Now go sit.” He stood them up and gently pushed them out of the room. They disappeared out of view while he quickly brewed the coffee. He returned as fast as he could and sat next to them. Pressing the hot coffee into their hands, he placed his other hand on their head to pat them.

“Do you want to talk about your day?” He picked up his own mug and payed close attention to his partner. They agreed and began ranting about what coworker #1 did and how annoying coworker #2 was at lunch. While he listened carefully, he also took the moment to admire them, for no particular reason.

“… and that’s pretty much it I think. It felt good to get that out of my system.” Their coffee had cooled off by now. They took a small sip to test the temperature, and then took a few bigger ones once they knew it was safe.

“Good. Now if you don’t have anything urgent to do, I would prefer if we could sit together and enjoy each other’s company.” Lucifer scooted closer to press their legs together, so even though their hands were busy, they could still enjoy contact.

“That sounds nice. You’re the best, Luci.”

They basked in each other company for the next few hours, or however long that was. They weren’t really sure, but they were sure they were going to take as much time together as they could.

Mammon

It’s normal for him to be right on top of his s/o as soon as they walk through the door, but once he notices how worn they seem, he enters protective mode

“Who hurt my human?!” “Nobody Mammon, work was just tough” “oh”

No but in all realness, he would let down his tsundere facade to make sure you’re ok

Kisses!

Will convince you to let him make dinner to let you relax. He’s not the best, but he’s going to try, just for you <3

Afterwards, will cuddle together to make sure you day ends nicely

Mammon sat in front of the TV on their couch, his leg kicked up on the coffee table, aimlessly flickering through the channels. His duties were never too heavy, so he always found himself consuming human content. Humans were fascinating.

He heard keys jiggle in the front door. His human was finally home! He scrambled to his feet and patiently waited just out of the range of the door so he wouldn’t get hit by it when it opened. As usual, he threw himself at Mc as soon as they walked in. However, he noticed they were less responsive than usual. He took a step back and smoothed some of their hair back from their forehead. They weren’t smiling.

“Human? What’s the matter with ya?” He shook them by their shoulders.

“Work was the worst today. The day couldn’t have gone by any slower. I really missed you.” They slumped into his embrace. As he held them, he thought for a moment. He knew his usual demeanor wasn’t the most relaxing to deal with at times, and now was one of those times. For the sake of his Mc, he decided to drop his facade.

“Listen, how does this sound? Let me do the cookin’ tonight. Ya need to relax. I can feel the tension in yer shoulders. Ya go shower n’ relax or whatever, while I do the hard work. We can watch yer favorite movie too. If yer still feeling off tomorrow, ya can call in sick and have us time.” The warm smile that finally crept into Mc face, the one he had been looking for. He kissed their forehead, rubbing his thumbs in circles on their back.

“Thank you, Mammon. Everything you need is in the fridge. The recipe is in the cookbook.” They kissed the tip of his nose, kicking off their shoes and coat. They abandoned their work bag at the dining table before disappearing into their bedroom. He found himself stupidly standing there smiling for a moment. He could hear the blood rushing to his face. He snapped to it quickly. Mc needed him, and he was going to deliver. The cookbook was just a notebook the two of them had filled with their favorite recipes. A bookmark stuck out of one part, letting him know what to cook. He recognized it as his favorite human world food. Diavolo, he loved them. He cooked as fast as he could, so that when Mc got out of the shower, they would have a hot meal waiting for them.

Unfortunately, they were done before him, but at least he got the nice surprise of them laying their head on his shoulder and wrapping their arms around him as he cooked. Food was done shortly after, which Mc scarfed down.

“You’re the best Mammon. I love you.” They put their head ok his shoulder again as they sat side by side on the couch watching their favorite movie. He smiled into their hair and gave them a kiss on the top of the head.

“Love ya too.” He stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide what to say next. However, they had somehow fallen asleep. Had he really taken that long to think about what to say? No matter the case, he knew as long as they were happy, he was happy.

Levi

A worrier, will stress over every small thing he did because he’s concerned you’re upset over something he did

After a little thinking, he gathers the courage to go apologize only to realize it wasn’t his fault, he’s so precious 🥺

he’s so sweet, will offer whatever it takes to get his player two feeling better again

If you want to play games together, y’all are playing games. If you want to go out, y’all are going out

Y’all gotta place more respect on his name, I love him 😫 (please my little brother literally nicknamed him hotdog water 😭😭)

At first, Levi didn’t even realize Mc was home. As usual, he was holed up in his gaming room. Mc usually came into his room to give him a kiss and let him know they were home. He looked forward to it everyday. But today was different. The time they usually got home came and past, no word for them.

Levi paused what he was doing to think. It was almost an hour past the time Mc usually arrived home. No texts or calls from them he may have missed. He began to freak out. What if they got into an accident on the way home? What if they needed help but had no way of letting him know? He went to worst case scenario almost immediately. He stood up so fast he got lightheaded, but he didn’t care. He began tearing through the whole house in search of them.

His search ended quickly. He found Mc sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cornflakes. They didn’t even notice him. As he let out one worry, another one flooded in. Was Mc mad at him? Why else would they not come to see him after they got home from work? He quickly tried to begin thinking of what he might have done to make them upset. Before he could think any longer, Mc noticed him standing in the doorway.

“Levi?” They tiredly put another spoonful of cereal in their mouth, and almost spit it out after Levi threw himself to his knees at their chair.

“Mc! I’m so sorry for everything! You’re the coolest person I know and I don’t deserve you! I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” He looked up at the sadly.

“What are you sorry for? I’m not mad at you. Should I be?” They put the spoon down and got up from the chair to crouch next to Levi.

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” He paused and look at them.

“I’m not.” While they weren’t mad, Levi could tell something was wrong. They made no further move to continue the conversation, so he carried it himself. He wasn’t used to that.

“You didn’t stop in my room once you got home, so I just automatically assumed you were mad at me. I’m sorry for being so stupid.” He hung his head.

“Oh, no. You don’t have to apologize. Today work was just rough, so I went to get something to eat and unwind with. You told me that your raid was today, so I figured you would find me. Sorry if I worried you.” They side hugged him. He felt bad after he heard them speak. They were just tired and worn down by work. He immediately resolved to make it up to them.

“Well, uhm, if you’ll let someone gross like me help you, is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Anything at all?” Levi asked.

“If you’re offering, just spending time together sounds nice. Tell me about your day.” So he took a seat next to them and began doing what he did best: talking about video games. They watched him intently, occasionally remembering to eat the now soggy cereal that was in front of them. In the middle of his rambling, they gave him a kiss on the cheek. He paused and went bright red.

“To make up for the kiss I missed earlier, and as a thank you always being there. I love you, my admiral.” They smiled at him, the first time he has seen them smile that day.

“I… I love you too.” He was still embarrassed sometimes to say that, but it was all worth it to see the smile on their face.

Satan

Definitely thinks his way of destressing is the best: going to an animal shelter, playing with the cats, and then donating <3

However if you two lived separate from the rest, he’s 100% getting two cats minimum so the cats are right there! would still donate though since it makes him happy

Also firmly believes another really good way to unwind is to just say everything out loud. If you don’t want to tell him, that’s fine, he can leave the room or make it so he can’t hear what you’re saying

If not, he will talk your ear off (endearingly) about his latest read over tea

“Dear, are you home already? I thought you were going out with coworkers right after work?” Satan didn’t look up from his book but he had heard the door open as well the familiar jingling of their keys. Their two cats immediately got up from where they were resting on the back of the sofa and on his lap respectively to greet his partner. He finally looked up to see Mc standing with both the fuzz balls in arms, looking more tired then he’d ever seen them.

“What’s the matter?” He instantly knew something was wrong. He couldn’t place it, but something was off.

“It’s a long story.” They jumped over the back of the sofa and sunk down in the seat next to him. The three of them snuggled into his side, making him melt.

“Do you want to tell me the shortened version?” He placed a hand on their head. They leaned into his shoulder.

“That sounds great actually. Some of it is just office drama but it’s so tiring.” They began ranting to him about their awful day and how the minutes seemed to slow all day. “The only thing that kept me sane was thinking about you and our sons.”

Mc’s remark made him begin to heat up. It’s a good thing they weren’t looking at him. His heart swelled at even the thought of Mc referring to the group as a family. To be fair, they really did treat their cats as their sons and definitely received better treatment than some children. Part of him hoped one day he could prove himself a better father than Lucifer was to him. He couldn’t hope for a better partner. He gave them a kiss on the head.

“I think you need to hear that you’re the sweetest, most loving person I’ve ever met. No matter what happens, work or otherwise, you’ll always have my shoulder to lean on.” A small meow from between them told them that the cats wanted to be included too.

“Thank you, all three of you. Now, did you guys do anything fun while I was out? Please tell me you had a better day?” They looked at the group before them.

“I’m gonna tell them what you did. Yeah, someone had to do it. Stop that!” Satan laughed as the cats batted at his face. He knew no matter what, his partner loved hearing about everything the two cats got up to. Their hijinks could always be the highlight of anyone’s day. While he was in the middle of telling his story, Mc planted a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re a blessing from the heavens.” They wrapped their arms around his neck and leaned in closer. The meaning hit him directly in the feels. The fact that the most important important person in his life considered him, the odd one out of his brothers, a blessing from the heavens was more than enough to make his heart swell.

“I couldn’t ask anymore from a partner.” He gave them a kiss back, and continued the story wrapped up in their arms.

Asmo

You know exactly what he thinks would be best for you

Spa day!! He can give you the routine to die for and the entire time, he will he chattering like a nail tech who’s had you as a long time client

Anything you want is yours right now

He knows this won’t solve your problems, but he knows it will give you the right state of mind so you can solve them when the time comes

In the meantime, he’ll be your biggest cheerleader and kiss you better <3

“Babe! You’re home! I can’t wait to show you what finally arrived today through the human Akuzon! These nail stickers are to die for! Do you know if the human standards would allow them to survive that lava hot springs I love?” Asmo skidded around the corner to the front door as soon as he heard it open. He was holding up a little sheet covered in plastic wrap with cute little icons lined up in neat rows. However, Mc hadn’t even looked up from their shoes as they shuffled into front of him. They placed their head on his chest and leaned into him. "Babe?" Mc only made a strange groaning noise and hugged him when he tried to move away. They gripped him tightly. They still had their bag on their shoulder and keys in hand.

"What's wrong? Did someone at work do this to you?" He patted their back the best he could since they had his arms pinned down by their hug. They sat in silence for a moment, and Asmo was about to speak up again when they finally said something.

"I've just had such a long day. Just being around you is comforting, is all." They sighed happily as he began to stroke their head.

"I know exactly the cure to your woes! How does a super relaxing spa night sound? I just learned how to give hydrating facial and brought these new products for it! If you're up for it, do you think I could do your nails too? These little bow stickers are so cute." He thought that by pampering his beloved and being supportive he could give them the help they needed to get back up. They had done the same for him before.

"That sounds great. You always know how to make me feel better." Mc got on their tip toes to kiss his cheek. He internally squealed. He hugged them back excitedly.

“You’re going to love this! Go get changed into something comfortable while I get my things together. These stuffy work clothes don’t look very breathable.” He was reluctant to release them. He adored them. Eventually they tapped his arm, signaling they were ready to be released. He let go, but before they could walk off, he took their face in both his hands and kissed the tip of their nose.

“Love you Mc. Really, I do. I tell you everyday but I just want to make sure you understand that.” He pushed some hair away from their eyes with his thumbs.

"I love you too, Asmo. I really don’t know what I would do without you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” They overlayed their hands with his and gave him a kiss back. Before he could retaliate, they backed away. After a playful wink, they disappeared around the corner he has initially ran around to get to them. He stood there for a minute, starstruck. It was moments like these that made him question why he ever thought he was the most beautiful thing alive when Mc existed.

Beel

You know the drill babes, say it on 3

Food!! Food is always the answer which is my favorite mentality

Food is what comforts him, especially foods that remind him of you, like what you consider comfort food

He will resist the urge to eat all the ingredients and make this food just for you, to see the look of hot on your face when the presents it to you

You know how hard that is for him which makes it all the more special

Beel was patiently waiting for Mc to get home from work. He did this sometimes, so it wasn’t unusual. However, what was unusual was how long he found himself waiting. He had a very good internal sense of time. He always knew when to stop whatever he was doing to wait for them. His internal timer went off about ten minutes before they got home. If they had told him they would be late that day, the timer wouldn’t go off until later. Today, though, he hasn’t heard anything from them.

He found himself worrying. They were very good with always being on time. He checked his phone. He hadn’t missed anything from them. His brothers were chatting up a storm, but that was it. He decided to text Mc, since what argument Mammon and Levi had gotten into today wasn’t as important as checking up on them.

He quickly send a short message, asking how they were and what they wanted for dinner. Thankfully, he got a response pretty quickly. They told him they were just caught in a lot of traffic, and their coworker has needed a ride home since their car broke down that morning. They didn’t explicitly state it, but he could tell they were tired. He knew how work was difficult sometimes. After hearing them say they were really in the mood for jambalaya, he set his mind to making some.

He knew how warm and comforting it was to return home to a warm meal and the one you love. Mc had treated him to that on many occasions and now it was his time to return the favor. He had seen them make it many times, and while he had never had a hand in making it himself, he thought he could do it. Luckily, they had everything they needed. He gathered everything he needed, and carefully recalled any memories he could of Mc making this food. All of these memories were fond, and he hoped to convy this through his cooking.

When the front door finally opened, Beel was almost done cooking. The smell of the spices was thick in the air. He left the meal simmering on the stove and went to greet Mc.

"Beel, what's that smell?" They set down their work bag and sniffed their air.

"Dinner. I made jambalaya." He smiled, excited to see the grin blooming on their face.

"Awwwww, Beel! You shouldn't have!" They threw their arms around him and squeezed him as tight as they could. All the work and effort he had but into not eating the ingredients was worth it. Mc quicky went to change out of their work outfit so they could sit down together and enjoy dinner together. The smile on Mc's face was worth the world.

Belphie

Even though he thinks sleeping fixes everything, he will do more than the bare minimum for you!

Takes it upon himself to gather his most comfortable pillows and blankets to make a nest for you, kind of like a squirrel lol

Brings offerings of baked goods and your favorite takeout

Will do whatever you want basically <3

Belphie was asleep, as usual, when Mc got home. Normally, he was able to sleep right through this and was awoken by a kiss on the forehead by them. Today was slightly different. The sounds were the same. The soft opening and closing of both the front door and their bedroom door, the jingiling of keys, and the rustling of their coat. However, he had actually awoken before his usual forehead kiss. Something wasn't right. Belphie sat up and watched as Mc walked around them room, setting everything in it's place. They looked over at him, surprised.

"Belphie, you're awake earlier than usual. It is my turn to cook tonight, right?" Mc stopped to check the date.

"Yes." He was still half asleep as they made their way over to him. As they kissed him on the forehead, he grabbed their hands to stop them from leaving. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm alright. Just tired." Mc sighed and avoided eye contact. He knew that wasn't the truth. Trying to lie and tell a sloth demon you were tired when you actually weren't was futile.

"Tell me what's bothering you." He caught their gaze.

"Work was hard today. I had to do a lot of writing too. I'm sick of it right now." They told him after he gazed at them with his best doe eyes. He flipped their hands over in his own to look at them. They looked more red that usual.

"What do you want for dinner? I'll order takeout. And don't tell me whatever or anything is fine. We are getting what you want." He pulled them to sit beside him.

"Well, pizza sounds good." They laughed a little about how oddly stern he sounded.

"Good. Now go shower while I get everything ready." Belphie shooed his beloved away lovingly. They were amused by this again, but did as he asked. He quickly ordered some pizza over the phone, and then quickly began preparing a comfortable place for them to rest. He arranged everything in a nest like structure, leaving room for the both of them in the center. He turned on the TV as well, finding Mc's favorite show. At night, he knew they would rewatch this show while he was fast asleep, but this time, he would watch it with them. He knew how happy it made them to share what they loved with him.

Before they got out of the shower, the pizza had arrived. After making sure the box wasn't too greasy, he placed it on one of their side tables. He didn't insert himself into the bundle yet, though. He was waiting for Mc. Instead, he sat on the end of the bed, on his D.D.D. When they emerged from the bathroom, they were toweling their hair. He led them to sit beside him and began toweling their hair for them. He was still oddly serious the entire time, causing Mc to giggle, but was still touched by it. He tucked them into the blanket amalgamation and put on their favorite show, presenting them with the food. They could feel themselves falling deeper in love with him.

"Love you." Mc kissed his forehead.

"Love you too." He mirrored this action, to show his affection for them. What would he do without this human?

[bitchinbarzal]

How do the Hughes bros find out about/react to Dylan & their sister? I feel like Luke would be happy ( he’s his best friend so he knows what kind of person he is & if they get married him & Dylan would actually be brothers!) while Jack & Quinn are a little less thrilled & try to play the overprotective brother card

The devils were playing in Detroit so what better to do than travel to your college and surprise your baby sister?

Luke and Jack barged into the room, the smile on their faces drop when they see you asleep… with Dylan.

“What the fuck?!” Dylan falls out the bed, startled by the noise.

You sit up, confused and covering your chest with the comforter. You’re squinting and looking at your boyfriend on the floor then at your brothers gaping in the doorway

“Did nobody teach you how to fucking knock?!” Dylan is sitting back on the bed now.

“Not when you are sleeping with a guy in your bed! how could —“

“Get out, now! I won’t talk to you guys when I’m like half freaking naked”

The both cringed and left the room.

You turned to Dylan who looked terrified “Did you know they were coming?”

“No, you don’t have to come see them with me either D. They shouldn’t have run in here like that”

“No, no I’ll come. It’s time we tell people anyway” he grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest.

When you get ready Luke texts where they are, at a coffee shop.

Meeting them there they already have your order and Luke got Dylan’s.

Cautiously sat you start “You shouldn’t have come into my room like that”

“We were trying to surprise you!”

“Yeah well look Who got the surprise” you mumbled, earning a look from your brothers.

Jack sighs “Mom’s not gonna be happy-“

“Mom wanted me to go out with him!”

That shocks them, Dylan smirks but quickly wipes it away when Jack glares at him.

Your hand lays flat on the table “Listen, I didn’t plan on dating him and Lu… I had no bad intentions here I promise you dating your best friend. But I’m a big girl and I make my own decisions! I love all three of you as my brothers but I’m not doing anything wrong”

The two pause for a second “Dude we’re going to be brothers!” Luke exclaims looking at Dylan.

Dylan looks at you and smiles before jack says

“Woah there buddy don’t get ahead of yourself he’s gotta prove himself first”

You give your middle brother a soft smile and mouth “thank you”

“I need to call Quinn and tell him” you note

“Oh I already did, he said he knew” Jack notes and you frown “What?”

“Yeah apparently Josh caught you guys making out in the boat in summer and he told Q”

“Remind me to thank Josh”

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 10: March I

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the fucking feels i had while writing this chapter kdfskjf

also i used "aniki" for isabel's references to levi because the english translation is "big bro" and i like aniki better so i'm going with that lol

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, mutual pining, idiots in love, mentions of floche being a dick, mentions of grief, graphic (ish) description of a fire, the one bed trope because i'm obsessed with overused cliches ✧ word count ➼ ~5.4k

It's been much too long since you went on a first date. It was at some point during high school when you had met Zack, but even that wasn't really considered a blind first date. The two of you had gotten to know each other through school and things just kind of happened. 

This case with Floche was different. You barely knew him other than the fact that he was persistent.

You were fumbling around your closet, frustrated because you felt like you couldn't find anything acceptable to wear. A part of you knew that what you wore at home when not in your pajamas was fine. Just wearing a t-shirt and jeans to a casual first date was more than okay, but something nagged at you to wear a blouse or skirt.

You were acutely aware of the fact that you dressed differently around others when compared to being around Levi or when you were at home. You were also self-aware enough to know that it had to do with a huge sense of shame. 

You remembered all the passive aggressive comments that Zack would make towards you unless you dressed and acted a certain way. That, plus the distasteful comments your aunt would always give you, meant that you were much too preoccupied with your appearance.

Levi glanced up at you with a disinterested expression as you ran out of your room for the fifth time asking if a certain outfit looked okay. 

He was currently sitting on the couch, pretending to be on his computer typing something, his eyes flashing up multiple times as you were running around the house trying to get yourself together.

"Are you seriously going out with him of all people?"

As soon as you had exchanged numbers with Floche, Levi had the suspicion that something was going on between the two of you, although you never explicitly said what it was. There was an uncomfortable and undesirable feeling building up in his gut, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. His mood had soured for the day as soon as he saw you getting ready for this supposed first date. 

It must have been because you were being more rowdy than usual. That was the only explanation.

"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked with a frown.

"Just thought you'd settle for better," Levi said nonchalantly with a shrug.

He figured the increased intensity of his grumpiness was due to the fact that he would now have to deal with you struggling with navigating a relationship on top of everything else that he had to deal with, especially if it was with someone like Floche.

Deep down, Levi knew that his logic was flawed and that there was an additional factor that contributed to his unease regarding your potential new boyfriend, but he really didn't want to spend the brain power thinking about it.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" you asked, your defensive tone increasing with each additional exchange. "He's been..."

It took you a second to figure out the proper words to describe Floche.

"...nice and sweet," you finally said hesitantly.

Levi looked up at you with a skeptical expression, immediately being able to tell that you were trying to convince yourself of that as much as you were trying to convince him.

He didn't know Floche personally, but Levi was generally good at reading people, minus a certain undergrad that decided to suddenly intrude upon his life a few months ago.

Floche was what he would call a stereotypical fuckboy, and stereotypical fuckboys had a habit or pattern of trying to woo someone before disregarding them as soon as they got bored—the "swine" of undergrad culture, as Levi would call it.

"What?!" you scolded, getting increasingly irritated with your roommate's judgy expression.

"You know he's just going to screw you over, right?"

You scoffed.

"And how do you know that?"

"He's a stereotypical fuckboy, what else is there to know?"

The frustration in Levi's voice was beginning to match yours.

Floche wouldn't leave you alone at the Rumbling despite you repeatedly saying that you weren't interested in him. The rational part of you knew that Levi's instincts were right. This date was a bad idea, but part of you wanted to give Floche the benefit of the doubt, as uncertain as you were about it.

"I can take care of myself," you finally mumbled after a few seconds of silence.

Levi stared at you before looking back down towards his laptop without responding.

He knew that. Of course he knew that. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself, but he couldn't shake off that uncomfortable feeling of you going out with someone like Floche. He legitimately did think that you deserved better.

He didn't know who exactly would fit that or what characteristics they would have, but it definitely wouldn't be someone like Floche. The fact that he was even thinking about this was increasing his agitation. He wasn't a matchmaker and it also wasn't his business.

He heard the metal of your keys clicking against each other and he glanced up from his laptop again, watching you open the front door and promptly step out without a single glance back towards him, shutting the door a bit more aggressively than usual.

It seems he wasn't the only one that was pissed at the situation.

~~~~~

"No _____ today?"

"What?" Levi responded sternly as he glanced over at Nicolo, sounding oddly defensive over the innocent and casual question. 

"Just wondering since she's usually in around this time," Nicolo wondered as he wiped down his pastry counter. "Was curious when I noticed you didn't have a Matcha waiting for her."

Nicolo's comment seemed to bother Levi more than he was willing to admit. Levi immediately averted eye contact and went back to quietly working at his station. 

Nicolo's comment wasn't wrong. Levi did develop a habit of prepping a Matcha for you every day. It was always waiting for you by the time you arrived at the café. He even stopped charging you for it earlier last semester. It was a blatant habit to everyone except for Levi. 

The frown on Levi's face grew more and more apparent. He was rarely in a great mood, but he was much grumpier than usual today. He barely responded to any comments and was in his own head for the majority of the shift. He was even being rough and slightly aggressive with his drinks, when he usually handled his teas with great care. 

Something had clearly set him off before coming in for work today.

He heard the door to the café open.

"Hey look, it's aniki*!"

"Quiet down, Izzy!" 

Two people walked into the café that weren't regulars: a highschooler with red ponytails and a blonde male around Levi's age.

"You'll end up giving Levi a stroke with all the attention he's suddenly getting."

These two weren't regulars to the café, but they were regulars in Levi's life. They were what he had effectively called his found family. He had met Farlan in undergrad when he was in the middle of struggling with his lack of financial aid because of his good-for-nothing uncle. Farlan had dealt with something similar the year prior and was able to help him get something sorted out. The two of them had picked up Isabel a year or two later, with Farlan officially adopting her as a younger sister to get her out of an abusive household.

Levi meant what he had said to you all those months ago: not having a "family" didn't have to be lonely. 

He glanced down at his watch and saw that his shift was about over. He made eye contact with Farlan and nodded before walking into the employee storage room to take his apron off and clock out. 

Hanging out with Isabel and Farlan made his mood significantly better. After calming Isabel down, the three of them walked over to a diner around the corner to catch up. It had been almost a year since he had seen them last. Levi was just busy with his studies and time got away from him. It was one of the many things that he wanted to work towards changing.

The last time that he had seen either of them was last year during spring break. Since then, Farlan had been saving up to hopefully move into the city, and to get an apartment to help support Isabel when she went off to college, if that was the route she wanted to take. When they asked Levi what his plans were after graduation, he simply scoffed and mentioned that he didn't even want to think about prospects that far out, given how early he was into his graduate career.

Although both of them had significant life updates, when it came to Levi to talk about what had changed in the past year, he found himself unsure of what to say. He still lived in this cramped town and he still attended the same university. 

The only thing that really changed was you.

"Not really anything of significance," was all he said.

~~~~~

It was already 10pm by the time Levi got home. He had spent the evening hanging out with Isabel and Farlan, electing to go to a local arcade after grabbing dinner. It was late for him. He wasn't necessarily tired, given the fact that he never really slept anyway, but he rarely stayed out past 8pm voluntarily. 

Since it was so late, he was surprised when he saw someone in front of the door to the lobby of your apartment complex. 

Upon walking closer, he recognized their figure. It was you.

You were sitting on the steps leading up to the door, with your face buried into your knees. Your body was tense and you looked like you were shaking.

"What, did your dumb ass lock yourself out again?" he asked in a disinterested tone as he walked up to you.

You flinched as he stepped up to you and you looked up at him with a somewhat dumbfounded expression. Your eyes were slightly swollen and your nose was red. Your hair was messy and disheveled. Your eyes were wide, as if you were surprised to see him.

"Shit," you whispered as you immediately wiped away any stray tears. "Thought you'd be home already."

You found yourself out here because you weren't ready to see Levi. You thought he'd be home already, so you wanted to take some time to sit outside and gather yourself and make it look like you weren't sobbing for the past hour.

You didn't have to say what happened. He could already deduce that your date didn't go well. 

Levi chose not to say anything and just sat down on the steps right next to you.

"How long have you been here?"

"Not long," you said with a sniffle as you rubbed at one of your eyes. "Maybe like 45 minutes."

"Seems pretty long to me."

You slightly pushed against his shoulder with yours in retaliation for his retort. 

He was glancing down at you. Of course, he was curious over what happened, but didn't pry. He knew you. If you wanted to talk, you'd talk, whether he asked for it or not. It was incredibly annoying when the two of you first met, but it's one of the qualities he's come to appreciate about you. At least with him, you said what was on your mind.

"He blew me off," you spoke quietly as you looked down at the ground.

"Hmm?"

"Floche," you clarified, frowning. "He blew me off. And then not 10 minutes later, I find him on the phone, talking about I'm just-"

Your words trailed off as you felt your breath get caught in your throat. The tears were threatening to come on again.

Levi remained quiet but watched you intently, giving you time to gather yourself to form your words. Whether you were originally planning on telling him anything or not, he was there to listen. 

"-h-how I'm just a pity date," you whispered finally, burying your face in your knees again, almost as if you were ashamed to face Levi. "So I guess you were right."

Your voice came out muffled.

Levi wasn't surprised at this information. Those "I told you so" thoughts ran through his head. It had been less than 12 hours since he blatantly told you that Floche was going to do something to fuck you over—but he didn't voice that.

He watched you as you quietly cried, your face hidden underneath your arms. He felt an uncomfortable weight build up in his chest and he was almost tempted to even lift his arm in a vain attempt at comforting you. He didn't know if that would help or make it worse.

"I'm so fucking pathetic."

"What?" he asked after you finally spoke again.

"I couldn't even get this dumb sophomore to like me long-term. I don't know what I was thinking," you mumbled as you looked back up, using the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away the tears that had recently fallen. 

At this point, your cheeks felt sore and raw from how often you've had to wipe away the tears. You felt a headache rapidly approaching and there was so much pressure building up in your sinuses that you felt like your head was going to explode. 

"I think I was lonely and wanted to forget the shit that's happened in previous relationships," you muttered quietly. It was unclear if you were talking to Levi or yourself. "And of course that blew up in my face. It was dumb of me to think otherwise. It's just how things always are and always will be."

Levi didn't speak at first, but his eyebrows scrunched together at your comment as he looked at you with skepticism on his face. He wasn't sure what merit your comment had or what was going on through your head to make you want to say something like that.

Whatever you were referring to within yourself seemed irrelevant as to why your date fell apart to him. The only factor that contributed to that was the fact that Floche was a dick. Nothing that you did or didn't do was to blame. The fact that you spoke in such a fatalistic way confused the shit out of him.

"Well, what are you going to do now?" he asked in a matter-of-fact tone while continuing to look down at you. "Sit here all night?"

Your finger tapped on your knee as you remained silent, as if you were nervous to say what was on your mind. 

"Can you...can you stay by me?" you finally asked.

Levi scoffed.

"We live together, where the fuck am I going to go?"

"I mean here," you said with a frown. "Can you stay with me for a bit?"

Levi blinked at you a few times, as if he was genuinely surprised by the request. After a few seconds he cleared his throat and nodded.

You responded by shuffling a bit closer to him. Before you knew it, you found yourself leaning on him with your head resting against his shoulder. He was leaning back and propping himself up with his arms, which made contact with your back. 

Having him this close felt oddly natural. You just naturally leaned into him and he naturally drew you in. You didn't tense upon feeling him and he didn't pull away when you leaned into him. There was no tension or awkwardness. There was just...him—and that was exactly what you needed right now.

You took a deep breath, appreciating how unexpectedly nice it felt to be against him.

You mumbled something underneath your breath.

"What?" Levi asked.

"I wish more guys were like you," you mumbled as you twiddled your thumbs together.

Levi glanced down at you without moving, not really knowing how to respond.

"Even though you can be a bit of an ass."

He rolled his eyes and slightly nudged at you in protest. Given the fact that you were leaning on him, you were rudely removed from your comfortable position, although it was only for a moment, with you immediately falling back into your original spot.

If you weren't so caught up in your own head, you might've noticed just how closely you were leaning against him or the fact that he was leaning forward to be closer to you instead of leaning further back and away.

If you weren't so caught up in your own head, you might've noticed how comfortable you were around him, or how interacting with him no longer felt effortful.

If you weren't so caught up in your own head, then you might have been able to realize that you really wouldn't mind if you had someone like him be a bit more involved in your life.

Being around him was easy.

~~~~~

There was too much chaos around you. The smell of smoke and gasoline permeated the air. There was a ringing in your head and you couldn't actually hear anything. Your vision was blurry.

You vaguely heard your parents call out your name before everything faded to black. 

You took a sharp inhale and shot straight up in bed, heaving. Your pulse was going through the roof and you felt like you were drenched in your own sweat. 

You were in your bedroom. The lights were off and it was in the middle of the night. 

There was no fire. There was no smoke or gas. There was no one that called your name.

You looked forward with unfocused eyes as you tightly gripped onto the blanket.

It was the fourth or fifth time that you have had this nightmare within this one night alone. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw some vague scene that involved a plane crashing into a fire before everything rushed past you and left you standing alone. 

You weren't there for the scene of your parents' death, so the visualization was different every time. You could remember the dream in vivid detail every single time. You could barely control your shaking and you had lost track of when the tears first started streaming out of your eyes. 

Looking at the clock, you saw it was still early into the night: 1am. At this rate, you wouldn't last the night. You kept waking up every twenty minutes from the same nightmare and would wake up more and more distressed every single time. 

You didn't want to go back to sleep, but you didn't want to just be alone in your room the entire time either. While the nightmare had a weaker hold on you while you were awake, you still couldn't get it out of your head.

You sniffled and wiped away your tears for the millionth time that night. You weren't sure what to do. You couldn't focus enough to do any work or to even scroll mindlessly through your phone.

Someone shuffled on the other side of your bedroom wall and you glanced over towards Levi's room. He was awake. Of course he was awake.

Without thinking, you got up out of your room, grabbed the throw over blanket from the couch, and walked towards his room. You raised your hand to knock on his door.

You froze and hesitated. While you had gotten up from your bed and moved to this physical location without a second thought just a moment ago, now you were questioning why you were even here.

This is stupid. Why am I bothering him?

"What do you want?" 

You heard his voice and froze, realizing that he had heard and likely saw you fumbling around through the open crack in his door. You glanced inside and saw that he was sitting on his bed, reading.

You were kind of shy about what it was that drew you to his room and looked towards the ground, unsure of how to explain yourself.

Levi finally glanced up towards you.

"Spit it out," he said curtly.

"I..."

He had heard you tossing and turning throughout the past hour or two, so he figured it had something to do with not being able to sleep, although that still didn't explain why you were suddenly standing in his doorway.

"I don't want to be alone," you mumbled quietly. A part of you hoped that he didn't even hear you, but he did.

Levi blinked at you a few times, the frown disappearing off his face. Given the combination of the tossing and turning and how upset you seemed from just your body posture alone, he implicitly understood what was going on.

Even if it had nothing to do with the nightmares, you just weren't in a great state and he was able to tell.

"Come in," he mumbled and sighed.

You slowly scooched your way into his room.

Not wanting you to sleep in the chair, he scooched towards the edge of the bed and then patted his hand down on the opposite side. 

"Just don't get the sheets dirty. I just did the laundry."

If you weren't so distressed, you'd probably make some snarky comment regarding being careful to not get his sheets "dirty", but you instead just silently crawled onto his bed, wrapping yourself in the throw over blanket you brought over from the couch.

Seeing that you were settled, he shuffled and began to get up to go read in the chair to give you space.

However, before he could even throw his feet over the side of the bed, he felt you grab at his arm.

"Wait," you said quietly with uncertainty and a hint of fear in your voice, "don't go."

His eyes went from looking at your hand on his arm to your eyes.

"Please?"

An annoyed expression appeared on his face, although it wasn't directed at you for once. He silently cursed at himself as he laid back down, being pissed that he gave into you—but at the same time, he understood.

You just needed someone to be next to you.

It wasn't like you took up that much space anyway. He continued reading his book as you tightly hugged your blanket, struggling to fall back asleep. You were still scared to close your eyes.

His eyes flashed down towards your figure as he noticed you still shuffling restlessly.

"If you can't sleep, get up and do something."

He's fought with insomnia long enough to be able to tell when it was just a night where it was difficult to sleep and when it was a night in which he wouldn't be getting any sleep at all. Most of all, he knew it was no use tossing and turning in bed for the entire night—might as well get up and try to walk off some of the restlessness.

You buried your face into his pillow, frustrated. 

You were immediately hit with a mix of various scents: fresh laundry, the residual musky scent of his cologne from his clothes that smelled...smooth? You couldn't quite put words to it. It brought you a weird sense of comfort.

"I keep dreaming about my parents," you mumbled, your voice getting muffled through the pillow.

He glanced down at you.

"Yeah?" he asked, closing his book and putting it on his nightstand. 

"The way they died," you muttered, looking up from the pillow, although half your face was still buried. "I haven't really thought about it since high school, but the dreams kept on coming tonight."

You groaned.

"This has only happened a few times, but it's terrible when it does."

He watched as your eyebrows furrowed together into a frown. You were glaring at his headboard now.

"It's been years already," you grumbled. "You'd think I'd be over it by now, but I'm not and I hate that I'm not."

A part of you knew that the only reason that you were this emotionally vulnerable was because of the bullshit that had happened with Floche earlier in the night throwing your entire body out of whack when it came to emotional processing. Everything stung more than it would have otherwise.

Now that you thought about it, the few other times that you did have nightmares usually occurred right after you had a big fight with Zack.

"What have you done before?" Levi asked, nudging you.

"What?" you asked, finally lifting your face from his pillow.

"You mentioned this has happened a few times? How did you cope?"

You looked away from him, thinking for a few seconds over how to respond, or even trying to recall what you did previously.

"Nothing really," you finally said. "My...My ex didn't really want to deal with me when it happened, so I'd either sleep on the couch or just stay up for the rest of the night. Eventually it'd go away."

The frown on Levi's face returned upon hearing about Zack's behavior towards you when distressed. Not wanting to "deal with you" seemed like shit behavior at best.

"You said you lived with your ex before here?"

"For around two years," you said with a nod before pausing. "The more I think about it, the more I realize that it wasn't the best time."

"Living with them?"

You gave Levi a grim expression.

"He wasn't particularly the best boyfriend either."

An empty look appeared in your eyes as you recalled memories of your relationship with Zack. It had started out normal, but quickly evolved into a relationship that was controlling in which Zack was a combination of being a dick, negligent, jealous, and an unhealthy mix of other types of controlling behavior that could only spell out the word 'shitshow'.

"Whatever," you mumbled, your mood now considerably worse. You laid back down to try to sleep again.

"I journal."

Levi spoke up before you could fully lay back down.

You gave him a confused look.

"Or grab an ice cube. Worst case, I go on a drive."

It's been a while, but having recurrent nightmares wasn't an unfamiliar experience for Levi. He's dealt with them long enough and often enough that he was able to come up with some quick coping skills to help calm his mind down. It was similar to when he used box breathing to calm you down from an anxiety attack. He had learned all this through experience. He knew what you were going through—particularly when it came to the untimely (and to be quite frank, traumatic) death of a parent figure.

You remained silent as you laid back down, facing away from him, repeating what he said in your head as you drew circles with your finger on the sheets. Levi also happened to deal with the same thing. You weren't sure if it was just the universe playing an ironic joke on you at this point. 

You heard him get up to switch off the lights before coming back to lay down on the opposite side of the bed.

"Remember: if you can't sleep, go do something."

Despite the apparent persistence of your insomnia and the anxiety that would arise any time you closed your eyes, the knowledge of what Levi had told you, plus his consistent presence next to you, eventually did lull you into the calm of the sleep that your body and mind so desperately needed.

~~~~~

You were fast asleep and for once, so was Levi.

Levi's insomnia was generally relentless. This was the first time in months that he was able to stay asleep for more than 20 minutes, not to mention two hours. 

Even when he did fall asleep, he couldn't ever say that it was comfortable, but that's how he felt right now. He felt at peace for once and he found himself actively not wanting to open his eyes. He rarely got to fall asleep as well as he did just now and a part of him wanted to cherish it.

He was warm in a lulling and comfortable way that was cozy and pleasant. It was a strange sensation for him. 

He finally peeled his eyes open and completely froze once he realized there was another person in his bed.

Levi was momentarily confused as to where he was or who it was that he currently had his arm wrapped around. You were pulled up against him, with his arm wrapped around your waist. His face was buried in your hair, which smelled like your bodywash and the lotion that he usually got annoyed of smelling in the bathroom. It smelled oddly nice now.

His face flared up once he realized what was happening. He immediately pulled away, taking care to not accidentally wake you up. He cursed to himself, annoyed that he even let you sleep in his bed with him. 

He groaned as he began to sit up and get off the bed, rubbing his eyes with his hand to try to shake his nerves off. He should've just kicked you out once he decided to also sleep. 

He froze as you began to shuffle in your sleep, watching as you rolled over to face him. He looked at your face that was relaxed, with the stress from the former night and proceeding nightmares nowhere to be found. He held his gaze there for a few seconds.

Levi wasn't an idiot. He knew that he cared for you in some capacity now, although he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that development. It just brought complications in his life that he didn't need.

It also didn't help that he wasn't entirely grossed out by the fact that he had woken up with you in his arms. In fact, the only part that did gross him out was that he technically did it without you knowing or prompting for it.

He felt heat slowly rising up into his cheeks again while looking at you.

You actually looked quite adorable when you were able to sleep peacefully like this.

Levi immediately planted his face into his hand upon having that thought, holding himself there in frustration. 

He peeked at you through his fingers, confused and irritated over the thoughts swirling around in his head. He vigorously shook his head after a few seconds, as if he was trying to literally shake the thoughts out of his head. 

Levi rolled over towards his nightstand and tapped on his phone to check the time: 4am. He had fallen asleep for around two hours and it was too early for him to realistically get up if he didn't want to be absolutely miserable the next day.

He sighed and got up off the bed, picking up the edge of the blanket and bunching it up so that it was bundled in between his body and yours so that he didn't end up accidentally cuddling you again. 

His sleep for the next few hours felt more typical to his usual nights: simply drifting in and out every 20-30 minutes.

When you finally woke up, Levi had already gotten up. He was next to you, reading in bed again. There was a cup of tea next to him, indicating that he had been up for a while—or at least long enough for him to brew the beverage for himself. 

"About time," he grumbled without looking down at you.

"Hmm?" you mumbled groggily as you tried to rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

"You were hogging the blankets all night," he said with a frown, blatantly ignoring the fact that you had technically brought your own blanket into his room. "Barely got any sleep. Get out."

You turned to look at him, matching his frown.

"Liar. I heard you get up and lay back down earlier."

You weren't completely awake for it, but you vaguely remembered feeling Levi shuffle around before laying back down. You knew in some capacity that he had actually gotten some sleep.

Levi stared at you with a blank expression.

"...Whatever," he eventually mumbled. "Think what you want."

He was caught off-guard by your comment. He wasn't sure what disturbed him more: the fact that he had you pulled up against him or the fact that you were somewhat awake while he was having those conflicting thoughts.

He was beyond irritated at himself. He let you into his room and sleep in his bed next to him because he knew that you were scared to be alone, and what made it more distressing was that he did it because he didn't want you to be scared or to feel alone.

Levi Ackerman couldn't deny that he cared about you—and he absolutely hated that he cared.

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[kaisitzybitzyworld]

Jeon Jungkook

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"Sir this way please" "JINN"

"Kim Namjoon tell us about your next accomplishment"

"Sir this side" "DO y'all young lads have any girls yet?"

"LOOK OVER HERE BTS"

The blinding flashes of the cameres makes it almost impossible to comprehend where to look.

"Sirs, you all may step down and follow me inside the venue" I could hardly hear Martha say that.

"NO BTS! BTS! WAIT!! JK TELL US ABOUT THE BLONDE CHICK YOU HAD IN YOUR ARMS LAST NIGHT"

"I told you to be more discrete about your little adventures jk" Namjoon shook his head.

Giving him a slight smirk I turned around to look at the reporter who mentioned that and gave him a distinct view of my middle finger.

The crowd roared and hollered. My hand was yanked down by Martha but it wasn't of any use. "You people never fail to make me regret being your manager"

"Hey! You love us. We keep you entertained"

The event started shortly after.

Half way into the event, I couldn't help but zone out.

"..... we are thrilled to have the most important people in music industry amongst us right now. BTS's success has been skyrocketing and now that they are getting involved in funding for children's education all over the world, we cannot thank them enough for their generosity" with that the Host of the event finally stepped down.

In between yawns and fatigue, I failed to realise that it was finally time for us to go home. I saw Namjoon hyung bidding goodbyes while the others ushered him to hurry. Safe to say every one of us was tired as hell.

"Remind me why we have to attend all these boring charity events" yoongi hyung sighed and leaned back in his car seat.

"Because we have to"

The car ride back to the hotel didn't seem as long as it did while coming. That's a relief.

We followed our manager inside the hotel lobby and collected our room cards.

"I can't wait to talk to my little bird" jimin said as we stepped inside the elevator. "I miss her"

"Min, you don't just "talk" to her" Yoongi said making the others snicker.

"Whatever hyung, you're just jealous"

Within a few minutes we reached out floor and with a nod I left for my room.

As soon as my back fell on the bed, I was out like the light.

"Wake up, dude. Manager wants us to meet in Namjoon's room"

Through a sleepy haze, I recognized taehyung's voice calling me. I checked the time on my phone. It was nearly 8.

I got up and went to the shower. After doing the needful, I came out in a towel and blow dried my hair.

"May I come in, sir?" A soft voice from the outside spoke.

"Come in"

With a small push at the door, a pretty face came in holding a tray with coffee.

"Keep it on the bedside table"

She did as I said with a nod all the while glancing not so sneakily at my physique. "Would you like anything else, sir? Anyway I can.. perhaps please you?

I turned on my heels and walked closer to the bed and sat down. Taking a sip of the coffee I asked "what's your name?"

"Leila"

"Hmm well, Leila, what do you have to please me?"

"I- well, I can do what you'd like me to do?"

Getting up from my position on the bed, I inched clower to her. With one hand holding the mug, the other tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and I leaned in to say

"How well can you use that pretty mouth of yours?"

She looked up with eyes gleaming with eagerness and quickly got on her knees. As she was about to pull the hem of my towel, the door opened loudly.

"OH god dude, it's 10 in the morning , our fucking manager is out there waiting for us. And you were too busy getting your dick sucked."

"Shut up, tae"

Leila hastily got off her knees and proceeded towards the door.

Giving me a last glance, she was out of the door.

"Get ready bro" and with that Tae left too.

After 10 minutes I was done with everything and with a last look at myself in the mirror, got out of my room.

On my arrival, everyone inside Namjoon's room heaved a sigh of relief and everyone cheered "Finally!"

"Yeah yeah whatever. So why are we here gathered today?"

"Yes I have an important news to share" Martha said

"Yes we've been hearing that for some time now. Spill it"

"Patience, bud. So you all have been invited to be the main guests at a school's prog-"

"What? Wait! School?"

"School??"

"Seriously? Kids?"

The seven of us got immediately heated at the mention of school. Seriously ??? We will entertain school kids now? What the fuck?

"Guys calm down"

Martha tried to settle us through all the commotion going around the room.

Among the loud voices, Namjoon spoke up "what will we do in a school event? Our concepts are too mature for them, don't you think?"

"I know, Namjoon. But they aren't asking you to sing your songs there. They are only asking you to go there, judge them." Martha said almost pleading.

"What do you mean 'judge them' ?" Namjoon asked again.

"Well that event is basically a competition between them and other different schools. This is held every year and the host school changes. The host school invites big artists to be present there through the time they prepare and perform and judge them on basis of unity and talent." Martha explained.

"DO we have to live there? Like, go to the school everyday to see them prepare for a performance we will see later? That doesn't make sense" Yoongi said.

"No, you don't literally have to live there on campus to monitor them. The principal will personally guide you around the school, give a tour Basically. Tell you about the history of the school, cultural significance. That school is known for having students from different cultures and they show their cultures in these events."

"So we go there, learn about the school's history, mark them on their talent and leave?" Namjoon asked.

"Yes that's it, it should be easy right?" Martha asked hopeful.

"What will we get out of it? Like why should we go?" Namjoon's question sparked interest in all of us.

"Well for starters, your rumours about this and that girl will be put on a hold, the media will focus on your generosity for making time to attend a school event. Your popularity among school kids will increase and you'll gain a lot of profit"

With a hum everyone fell became silent.

"So, which school are we going to?" I finally spoke up.

"It's the Agatha highs"

After informing us that we will be leaving for North Yorkshire tomorrow, we were sent back to our rooms to pack our stuff.

I came back to my room and fell down on my bed with a sigh. After a few minutes I got up to pack my suitcases.

As the night came everyone was too tired to meet at the dining area to eat. So we ordered our food in our respective rooms.

After my dinner, I went to sleep early.

_______________________________________________________

By 8 in the morning, all of us were already inside the plane. Ready to leave.

I was in my seat, with my eyes closed. I could hear the other members talk about work and random stuff.

I wonder what Yorkshire has in store for us. I can only hope this event will put the media's attention on the positive side of our career than the rumours. My last scandal about that girl blew up on a large scale, almost affecting our sale. This event might help in the sale of our upcoming album, so I am actually trying to make the best out of it. It can't be that hard. Just go, listen to their yapping, judge. That's it. It's as easy as-

"OH my- oh.. I'm, ah, hii" my inner pep talk was interrupted by a hushed voice.

I cracked open one eye to see one of the cabin crew member close to my face, with an excited and broad smile. She was pretty. Not gonna lie. With blue eyes, red painted lips and that outfit hugging her perfect body and ass, maybe she can help me get through this torturous 10 hours flight?

"Omg I can't believe this. Hi, I'm Brooklyn, brook for short. You're- you're-"

"Yes, I'm Jeon Jungkook from BTS"

[1d1195]

tell me why i was laying in bed when i randomly got a text from my friend in a group chat saying “guys… liam payne just died” i did NOT believe her but oh my god that was devastating. my mind’s been on his friends and family all day and how they must be coping. especially his poor baby

(i will def not be stalking your page every day now ready to read abt harry being an absolute mess bc i too am i huggeeee fan of that)

dad being the common denominator during your worst eras is the REALEST THING IVE EVERRR HEARD!!! i am still out of the country and im DEF homesick. there’s a bunch of family drama tho, things aren’t complicated, there isn’t a set date to leave yet (but im trying for asap). thank you so much for listening and relating to me 🫶

PLS LIKE WHY DO PEOPLE OUT OF THE USA JUST LIKE… NOT USE ICE😭😭😭 no one here has ice in their homes except us LMAO we brought an ice tray 😭 HAHAHAHAHA SAM I LOVE YOU YOU’RE HILARIOUS. I DONT CARE IF YOU WERE BEING SARCASTIC CAUSE IVE LITERALLY SAID THIS TO ALL THE PEOPLE AROUND ME WITH COMPLETE SERIOUSNESS. all my troubles would be fixed with a vanilla oat milk iced coffee ahhhhhh

i can absolutely see myself having a transformation like in one of those barbie movies where i twirl and everything’s pretty and perfect after the first sip BAHSHSGDFAGAGSH😭

our talk got me thinking i should read more. i even got as far as taking the book off the shelf and putting in on my nightstand😌☺️

wait…harry and love & other words was a crossover i didn’t know i needed but oommmggggg👀 im so down for this if you ever decide to do it

AHHHHH i love you!!!! ive def missed you TONSSSS AND IM SO GLAD WE’RE TALKING AGAIN

~🎶

I know it's all so horrific and tragic. My students and coworkers all checked on me which was so sweet and cute in a way 😭 I don't know if I'll be writing anything close to Harry being a mess about this specifically, but I do have an idea to pay tribute or whatever. Hopefully it'll be a good idea when the time comes, I'm sure you'll see it 💕

Family is the worst/best thing. My dad thinks we're bffs and I'm like "bro, you're annoying as fuck" I'm sorry you're dealing with drama from them and I do hope you get to leave ASAP and when you do get back please get TWO vanilla iced oat milk lattes and drink one on behalf of me and transform back into your perfect, beautiful barbie self!

Where do you get your latte from? or do you make your own? If it's a chain place (like Starbucks) I will have to try it! I've been trying to make coffee more at home to save $ but there's something nice about someone else making my drink.

Idk if anyone reads our messages, but: if you're reading this and you're not from the USA can you explain the ice thing? No judgment, I genuinely want to understand. I love cold drinks 😭 BROUGHT AN ICE TRAY I'M OBSESSED

Reading progress for sure! My goal was to clear my TBR shelf by the end of the year. Did not happen. But I read many books this year and I added more to the TBR so it is what it is!

very happy to hear from you, I've missed chatting! You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but what's going on with your school stuff? I remember you wanted to go back for your GED (?) how did travel play into that? Or when can you work on that?

hope you have a fun weekend planned at least 💕

xoxo

[kittercyat]

Overly Specific OC Question Meme Thing

This was originally made with Twitter in mind but with the site rapidly going down the shitter I'm posting this around on some other spots. I've provided a text version below for those who need it but for Twitter/etc feel free to steal the pic and post it there, credit isn't required at all I just want people to do this for fun if they like! The general purpose of this is to help you think about your OCs in ways you might not have before so the questions here might be a bit weird, but they can be a big help with fleshing out a character! Try to imagine the scenarios presented with your OCs and answer with what feels right to you! Either answer at your own pace, draw your answers or opt for 1 Like = 1 Answer if you prefer! 1. Your OCs name/s? 2. Nicknames? 3. Post a pic of or describe your OC/s 4. Favourite food? 5. Favourite pizza toppings? 6. How do they like their coffee/tea? Or what is their favourite drink? 7. Do they like milk? If yes what's their favourite flavour? 8. Hard or soft shell tacos? 9. Do they think brownies should be fudgy or cakey? 10. Favourite type of cookie? 11. Most common food craving? 12. Can they cook? 13. Extroverted or introverted? 14. What would they be doing at a party? 15. The ideal way for them to spend an evening? 16. Favourite season, and why? 17. What's their favourite holiday? Do they go all out celebrating it, keep it simple? 18. Hobbies? 19. Pet peeves? 20. Any weird talents they have? 21. Favourite colour/s? 22. What are they most afraid of? 23. What are their favourite genres of video games/films/shows/books? 24. Their most favourite of the above? 25. Their main in Mario Kart/Smash Bros? 26. What class would they be in a tabletop campaign? 27. Favourite animals? 28. How much time do they spend getting ready to go out? 29. How do they get around? (Walking/car/bike etc.) 30. Least favourite mode of transport? 31. Favourite place/s to go shopping? 32. Do they have a job? If yes where do they work? 33. What would be their ideal job? 34. Any powers? If not what powers would they like to have? 35. How good is their memory? 36. Meticulously organised or complete scatterbrain? 37. Their most treasured possession? 38. Favourite toy growing up? 39. Do they play any musical instruments? If not what would they play if they could? 40. Favourite music genre? 41. Any favourite bands/soundtracks? 42. Shower or bath? 43. Favourite flavour of body wash/shampoo? 44. Do they wear pyjamas to bed? 45. Are they a front, side or back sleeper? 46. Do they snore, talk or do anything weird in their sleep? 47. If they couldn't sleep at 3am, what would they be doing? 48. Do they believe in love at first sight? 49. If they had three wishes, what would they ask for? 50. What do they want to achieve in their life before they die?

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[moemammon]

I wanna request hcs of brothers getting surprise tickles from MC. Like, everything's going okay and suddenly MC starts tickling them (idk why, this idea just seems funny to me, especially when I imagine Levi's reaction)

Tickle Fight: Demon Bros vs MC

Lucifer

The fact that you thought you could sneak up on him is enough to make Lucifer laugh. There's no way to tickle this man unless you're crafty enough, so you've gotta get real creative.

But in the event that this is your first time tickling him and you DO catch him off guard, just know that you'll never get him again.

This man watches like a HAWK, especially after you found your pesky fingers tickling at his sides and made him choke on his coffee 🔫

Not necessarily ticklish, but still sensitive to surprise touches like that. When do you think was the last time he's been touched there, anyway?

"Clearly you have plenty of free time, if you're running around pulling pranks like this. Why don't you spend your time studying instead? Unless.. you're asking for my attention?"

Mammon

When I say this boy has the strongest fucking reactions-

He practically LEAPS away from you to escape your evil, tickling fingers. Destroys everything in his path and thrashes around like a fish out of water.

Mammon is probably the most sensitive to touch, especially since it's you. You've triggered his fight or flight instincts and he's ready to square up 💪💪

Once he's put a safe distance between the two of you using a broom for protection, he's prepared to get revenge. You thought you'd get away with tickling THE Great Mammon?!

"O-Oi! What're ya touching me for?! Don'tcha know that tickles?!" "Grr... that smug look on yer face is tellin' me ya did that on purpose! Don't think I'll hold back!"

Levi

All of his years of dodging unwanted physical touch have prepared him for this very moment. His ninja-like reflexes are so sharpened and honed that there's no way you can possibly tickle him!

...Is what he assumed, until you?? Tickle him?? Because you pull that stunt when he's dead focused on a game, and doesn't have time to notice how you're creeping up on him

Flinches so hard he slams his knee on the bottom of his desk-

Will use EVERYTHING at his disposal as a shield and makes empty threats about getting his revenge, but we all know he won't do it. Probably.

"M-M-MC!! That's no fair at all! I wasn't even looking! To think you'd stab me in the back like that... I won't forgive you! I'll get you back! I definitely will-!"

Satan

So you have chosen death.

The fact that you have the AUDACITY to tickle Satan is what he's most impressed about. Then there's the fact that you startled the hell out of him-

But he can't stay mad for long when he realizes it's you, and catches that cheeky look on your face. So you wanna play that game, huh?

Petty as hell. He'll cast a curse that makes you feel ticklish for an indefinite amount of time (or until you complain to Lucifer about it and he makes Satan undo it)

"What, do you give up already? I thought you'd have more in you, since you're the one that came up with this game. But if you admit defeat, I might remove the curse."

Asmo

As the second most ticklish of the brothers, Asmo immediately senses your intentions from a mile away (and because he heard you were going around tickling everyone-)

He secretly wanted in on the fun, so he was thrilled when you finally came his way! ❤️

100% tries to make it lewd (horny bonk). Tbh he's used to light tickling thanks to his 'social life', but he can't handle anything more than that.

That being said, he prefers to tickle you, as opposed to being on the receiving end. He'll literally use his brothers as shields if he needs to in order to get away from you.

"Enough alreadyyyy!! I told you, you're messing up my entire outfit! I've got creases all over it, and my hair is- hey! Stop tickling-! Ahaha! MCCCC!!!"

Beel

You discover pretty quickly that Beel isn't exactly,,, ticklish. Maybe it's the layer of rippling muscle that protects him from your assault? Or maybe the call of hunger is too strong for him to notice what you're doing.

Either way, he hardly notices your tickling, and just looks at you like "you good?" Enjoy awkwardly explaining that you were trying to tickle him-

He does pick up on the fact that you're trying to be playful, and he’d feel bad if he didn't play along too, so he decides to tickle you back....And there's no escape.

His stoic face has the slightest smile on it while he watches you desperately try to escape his tickling, and your laughter makes a fluffy feeling flutter in his chest.

"Is it really that funny? ...You know you can't pull away from me that easily, right? But if you really want me to stop, I will." "....In exchange for a month's supply of pudding."

Belphie

YOU FOOL... YOU COMPLETE, UTTER IMBECILE....

This is literally his domain, and you're a fool to challenge him in what he reigns champion...

What do you think that vice grip of his is for? Not only does it keep you from escaping when you nap together, but now you can bet you're not getting away from his tickles.

Somehow he KNOWS what you're about to attempt, and the next thing you know, you're being pushed onto the bed and tickled until you're read in the face.

"You can do better than that, can't you? Come on, where's the fight you had earlier? Should I tickle it out of you? Answer properly. I can't understand you with all that laughter.... heh."

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

How da boys wake you up in the mornings, after you spent a night with them in the lair!: (I just woke up groggy, and this came into my cranky tired mind. 🤣)

Leo is usually very patient with you and never makes a single fuss on what you do. You spent a night with him at the lair since you had no other plans. Leo prepares some tea, a scone, and some porridge for you. He walks up to his bed seeing you sleep like an angel. He puts the tray down on a small table next to the bed and He sits on the edge of the bed. Smiles and gently rubs your shoulder whispering for you to wake up. "(Y/N)......(Y/N)......time to wake up....." he keeps rubbing you until you slowly woke up in a groggy state. Your hair is an absolute mess too. Leo couldn't help but just smile. "Good morning" He kisses your cheek and you kinda smile despite looking like a zombie. He sets down the tray of breakfast down in front of you and he pets your head. "You'll need to eat to get that energy up and running. I'll go set up the shower for you." He walks to the bathroom to get your shower ready. You smile being glad you woke up with a gentle soul you love so damn much, and it makes you want to sleep over again and again. 🥰🥰

Raph is always impatient with anything. Especially when his little human waifu like you isn't waking up from her beauty sleep. Raph made bacon and eggs with orange juice for you, and he sets the plate down and tries to wake you up shaking you a little. "Babe. Wake up. Babe.....hey!...." he would try everything but nothing works. That is until he decides to go to donnie's lab and grab some human smelling salts. He comes back with a few packs, and ends up using one. You snore into the smelling salts, and you suddenly jerked yourself awake freaking out. "AHH! Babe! What happened? Is shredder going to kick your sweet ass again?!" Raph calms you down chuckling and he kisses your forehead. "Morning my beautiful cherry popper. Here. Eat up. You're gonna need it." He smiles even though you stared confused not knowing why you woke up, but you shrugged anyway. He brushes your messy hair as you ate and you spend another night with that brute, even if you wake up not knowing how, or why anyway. 😅

Donnie is a patient guy just like his older brother. Seeing you spending a night at the lair on his bed is just so damn adorable to him. His breakfast for ya contains pop tarts, pancakes, and breakfast sausage with coffee just the way you like it. As he puts the tray down and takes out a flute he made. He starts playing that soothing morning music, and you slowly get up. Your vision was a bit blurry until you see your terrapin hubby in full view. You smile as you watch him. As he played, he sees a small blue bird fly by until it got shot by Mikey's BB gun as small blue feathers floated down. Mikey calls out as he saw it. "Sorry bro"! Donnie then finishes playing soon after and he bows. You clap for him and he gives you your breaksfast "good morning my sweet pop tart. Sleep well?" You nodded and he kisses your cheek. You would love to come back and spend another night having a soothing way to wake up. Better than a blasting alarm clock that's for sure. 😊

Mikey is an expert at doing mornings. Spending a night with him would be really fun. But how would he wake you up you may ask? Simple! Romeo and Juliet style! He made breakfast with waffles, eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, your favorite cereal, an omelet, and honey rolls. He even pours two glasses of chocolate milk. He carefully puts the giant trey down, and he smiles seeing you still a sleep. "Oh no. My dearest little juliet is in her slumber of death!" He grabs his chocolate milk and pretends to act. "With a kiss, I die!" He drinks the chocolate milk whole, kiss your lips, and acts like he is dying. "Oh no! I'm dying! No! Suffocating! No! I'm melting! Augh!! Oh! *death noises*" and he hits his head on the cabinet. "Ow!" You immediately wake up, and seeing Mikey on the floor. "Mikey! Are you alright?" He jerks himself up smiling wide "my sweet sleeping beauty has finally awoken! But enough of that, I made you breakfast!" Your eyes widened at the sight of the amount of food he made. You smiled giving him a big hug and kiss. You both ate breakfast and spending more nights with him would be just as fun as the first. 😁

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Finding Love Interlude: Merry Christmas

Suzy x M!Reader

WC: 9365 Words

Dedicated to my three editors: @midnightdancingsol​, @v1ntrix​, and @ggidolsmuts​. I love all three of you so much and I don’t know what I would do without the three of you.

The sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand wakes you up. Bleary-eyed and not quite ready to wake up yet, you wince as you stare out the window watching the snow fall outside. All the more reason to stay in bed. Your phone vibrates a few times on your nightstand, demanding that you pick it up.

From Mother. “Merry Christmas, Baby. Love you.”

From Father. “Merry Christmas, son.”

From William. “Merry Christmas, bro. We should catch up soon.”

“Merry Christmas. Love you all.” You quickly type back before groaning and laying back in bed, only for your phone to vibrate twice in your hand just as you’re about to set it down.

From So Hee. “Merry Christmas! You busy today, boss? Let’s do something. XOXO 😚”

Your thumb slowly moves across the screen. “Maybe later So Hee. Merry Christmas.” Then you swipe over the following message.

From Sana. “Let’s go do something today. We secured our investment yesterday, so let’s go celebrate. 😂”

“I’m feeling kind of tired today Sana. I might just sleep in. Merry Christmas.” You set the phone down beside you and lay your arm over your eyes, slowly falling back to sleep.

—-

“Merry Christmas, dummy!” Suzy smiles, holding out a pink present with a cute white bow on top. She shivers slightly in the cold, her jacket and sweater doing little to help cover her legs from the wind.

“Merry Christmas.” You slam the door and let her bang on the door.

“Yah! Open the door! I’m cold,” she yells, slamming her hand against the door and pulling on the knob. After a few moments, though, she stops, and your phone vibrates in your pocket: “Gonna go hang out with Tae then. Merry Christmas.” Forcing you to rush back to the door.

Fuck. Not that asshole.

“Suj! It was a joke. Of course, you can come in,” you say apologetically, opening the door and reaching out, trying to tug her inside.

She avoids your hand, rocking herself back and forth before smiling at you and saying, “You didn’t actually believe that, did you dummy?” You avert your eyes, turning away from her gaze as she notices your slight embarrassment and your cheeks turning a rosy red. “You actually did believe me,” she giggles before walking past you, placing her present by your sparsely-decorated Christmas tree with its mismatched ornaments and toy soldiers. “We need to decorate,” her eyes cringle with disappointment as she looks around your barren home. “It’s so sad in here.”

“I just haven’t had any time. Getting the license has been a pain,” you say, frustration slipping into your tone as you pour a cup of coffee from the pot.

“Tsk tsk. That’s a pretty lousy excuse.” Suzy takes the pot from your hands, grabbing her cup and filling it up. “Come on, let’s decorate. Pleaseee,” she whines, pulling on your sleeve as your half-empty cup sloshes in your hand.

“Fine, fine,” you grumble, setting your cup down before she spills it and turning away from her to hide the smile that formed on the corners of your mouth. “What should we start with?” Your hands reach for the box of decorations on the top shelf of a closet. It’s filled to the brim with lights, ornaments, and a few long garlands.

She reaches in, pulling the string of lights out. “We can start with the lights.” Her eyes scan around your living room, looking for the best place to hang them. She holds the lights up, envisioning where they would look the best, before settling on hanging them around the fireplace and in your kitchen. “Help me get the ladder, please.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course, Suj.” It irked you slightly that she knew where the ladder was and still made you get it, but it was Suj.—you’d do anything for her. “Where do you want it?”

“Right there, please.” She points to a spot in front of the fireplace. “Thank you,” Suzy says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek to show her gratitude. “How does this look?” Her hands hold a string of lights over the fireplace while she looks down at you to get your opinion.

Your hand touches the area where you felt her lips, your cheeks shading a rosy pink as you glance up at the lights before looking back down to the ground. “It looks good.”

“You have to actually look at the lights to know if they look good, dummy,” she sighs, moving back a little to get a better view of the lights. “I think they look fin—.” She falls backwards as her feet slip from one of the rungs.

The air is knocked out of your lungs as you break her fall, hands pushing against her back, softening her connection with your chest. The scent of lilacs wafts into your nose as you feel her weight pressing onto your chest, her hair brushing over your nose. “You’re such a klutz,” you laugh, wincing as you run your hand along your lats.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her hands lifting up your shirt to check the damage. “I’ll put something on it.”

“Suj, it’s fine.” You wince as you get to your feet.

“No, you’re not. Come here.” Her hand grabs onto yours as she drags you to your bedroom, scouring your bedside drawer for any rubs. “Where do you keep your—here it is.” She opens up a bottle of ointment, pushing you onto the bed. “Let me see your side.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“And I told you it’s not fine.” Suzy seats herself behind you on the bed, lifting up the back of your shirt, and gets a dollop on her finger.

You chuckle once her hands actually touch your shoulders. “If you wanted to ogle my back, you could’ve just asked.”

“I was not,” she says defensively.

“Sure,” you say sarcastically, letting her run her hands along your lats and down your sides.

“Done.” She moves her hand over your back one last time before pulling down your shirt. “Let’s finish up the lights.” Her hand covers her face as she scurries out of your room, leaving you sitting alone on the bed.

You follow her back out to the living room, finding her stretching on the highest rung of the ladder to tape on the last part of the lights. “Let me help you.”

She looks over, her hair swaying over her shoulder. “I’ve got it.” Her smile beams as she carefully climbs down the ladder and stands beside you, admiring her work. “It’s pretty, huh?”

“Yeah, it looks good,” you admit, looking at the golden lights hanging down over your fireplace. Her arm suddenly tucks inside of yours as she stands beside you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Her head presses against your shoulder as she closes her eyes for a moment, pretending to fall asleep.

Chuckling, you tug on her arm, causing her to glare at you. “We just had a cup of coffee in the morning, and you’re still tired?”

“It’s past lunchtime already, so now I’m hungry,” Suzy grumbles, rubbing her hand over her empty stomach.

“What do you want to eat then?” You let her pull you towards your fridge, her free hand opening the door.

“Why does your fridge only have meat?” She takes out trays of steak, pork chops, and chicken breasts. “There’s only meat.” Her eyes move to the door. “And what’s up with all this beer?” she asks, inspecting a bottle of Bud Light.

“It’s for occasional drinking and when I have guests over.” You snatch the beer from her hand before grabbing a bag of spinach and kale from behind her. “And I do have veggies, see?”

Suzy angrily grabs the bag out of your hand and tosses it into your fridge, slamming the door closed. “I want real food, something that’s not like healthy for once,” she whines, her lips pouting and her eyes giving you their best impression of puppy eyes. It wasn’t far off from an adorable puppy, maybe even a little cuter.

“What do you want then, Suj?” you chuckle.

“Let’s get groceries, and you can cook me something.”

“I’m cooking you something?”

She rolls her eyes, dropping the cute puppy act and crossing her arms. “I’m your guest here, so of course, you’re gonna cook for me. Now go change, and we can get going.”

“Fine. Fine.” You walk back to your bedroom, taking out a gray overcoat, black trousers, and a white button-up.

“Can I come in?” Suzy asks, knocking on the door.

“Sure.” You pull up your black trousers and reach for your white shirt, pulling it off the hanger.

“Did you get smaller?” she laughs, closing the door behind her as she leans against it.

“What?” Your arms go through your shirt as you begin buttoning up.

“It looks like your back got smaller. Did you stop working out?” She teases, poking your lats to emphasize her point. “Oh, and don’t forget your watch.” Her hand reaches for the black box next to your night lamp.

“That’s too nice to wear,” you say, closing the last button on your shirt before moving to your right sleeve.

“Nonsense.” She pulls up the sleeve of her sweater, showing off her half of the pair, the silver case sparkling. “See, I wore mine.”

“Fine.” You reach for the box.

Suzy slaps your hand away. “I’ll do it for you.” She opens the clasp and puts it around your wrist, putting your watches next to each other once she’s finished.

The white dials shine, the oversized dates and moon phase add a level of sophistication to the otherwise minimalistic piece.

“Aren’t they pretty,” she laughs.

“I guess so.”

You finish buttoning your shirt, leaving only the top button undone. “Does this work?”

She shakes her head. “What’s the point of only doing chest if you’re not gonna show it off.” Her hands undo another two buttons as her eyes steal a glance at the definition between your pecs. “That looks much better, but it’s a shame that it’s winter, so we’ll have to button them all.” She redoes all of the buttons and pats down your chest, a barely-noticeable red glow flushing her cheeks as she clears her throat and says: “Let’s go now.”

“Sure.”

You both make it out to the street in front of your apartment. It’s relatively empty today, with only a few kids playing soccer outside on the street. The streetlights are linked together by a string of golden bulbs, and each tree has a red ribbon tied to the front. You let Suzy link her arm in yours, the sound of her boots clicking in time with yours.

“What are we planning on eating?” she asks, her eyes looking up at you as her teeth clatter slightly and she presses closer to you.

“Anything you want.”

“Mm-.” Your coat goes over her shoulders, its long length shielding her quivering legs from the cold wind. “T-take it back! You’re gonna get a cold.” She tries to pull your coat off her shoulders, but your arm wraps around her waist as you pull one arm of the coat over your shoulder.

“We can share,” you laugh, your face getting slightly red from the cold.

Her head leans down on your shoulder as you pull the coat tighter around both of you. “You know what sounds really good right now?”

“What?”

“We could go to that coffee shop and get a cup of hot chocolate,” she mumbles, her head still leaning against you.

You press your nose into her hair, smelling her scent that always clung onto you even after she leaves you. The temptation to press a kiss against the top of her head is there—it always is, but you decide against it. “Sure if that’s what you want to do.”

“Can you believe this is already our tenth Christmas together?” she asks, looking up at you.

“I don’t know how I’m still stuck with you after ten years,” you mumble.

Suzy laughs, pulling away from your shoulder. “You’re the one who needs me, remember?” Another sarcastic laugh. “I’m the only friend you have,” she grumbles, letting your coat fall from her shoulder and speeding up to walk away from you.

You run after her, grabbing onto her hand and pressing a cheeky kiss against her cheek. “I’m sorry,” you laugh as she pulls away, only for her to come rushing back, covering herself underneath your coat.

“I’m still mad at you, but it’s cold.” She turns away from you, her face a bright red as her fingers tighten their hold on your own.

The rest of the short walk to the supermarket is silent, only the occasional clattering of Suzy’s teeth or her shivers making any real noise. “So what are we getting today?” you ask as you take a cart.

She taps her finger on her chin a few times. “Let’s do lasagna for dinner, and we can make cinnamon rolls for dessert.”

“I’m okay with that.” You follow her as she leads you through the supermarket, getting each ingredient you need.

Your cart stops in the middle of the baking aisle as she looks at the wall of flour. “Do you know which one we’re supposed to use?”

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one who usually bakes,” you say, scratching your head as your eyes scan the various varieties ranging from all-purpose, cake, and bread flour to almond and gluten-free options. “Maybe we should just go with all-purpose?” Your hand grabs onto a white bag of Gold Medal and tosses it into the cart.

“Fine, but if the cinnamon rolls come out wrong, it’s gonna be your fault.” She points a finger in your face and grimaces before bursting into laughter and pulling you along to get sugar.

“Wait, so what sugar are we getting?”

She smacks you upside the head. “Brown, obviously. You have white sugar at home, don’t you?” You shake your head. “What a health nut. Well, I guess we’re getting white as well.” Her hand lets go of yours as she grabs a bag of both, tossing them into the cart. “Oh, and the baking soda is right here. Perfect.” Suzy taps her feet on her ground. “Hm, what else do we need?”

“Just the stuff for the lasagna.” You start pushing the cart towards the canned goods.

“Let me just grab this then.” Her hand latches onto a box of pasta on the shelf, tossing it into the cart before she nudges you aside, both of you pushing the cart together.

“Rao’s should work, right?” Your hand reaches for the smallest jar of tomato sauce, letting Suzy look at it.

“Yeah. This works.” She tosses it into the cart and tugs you to the checkout. “We’re doing self-checkout, right? I’m too lazy to wait in a line.”

“I don’t see why not.” Your eyes watch her as she quickly scans all the items, bagging them and taking out her card. “Suj, wait, I’ve go–”

She removes her card. “It’s fine.” You take the receipt and grab both bags, following her out of the store.

“I thought it would cost more, but I guess not,” you say. Your eyes scan the receipt and watch her lightly skip a few paces in front of you.

“Look at this.” She breathes, blowing a column of vapor from her lip as she seemingly skips away from you. “Isn’t that so cool?” When her question doesn’t garner a response, she turns back, her brilliant smile still on her face. “Do you need any help?” Suzy runs back to you and tries to take one bag away from you, face soon frowning when you don’t immediately let go of the bag. Her fingers latch around your left hand, prying your fingers off of the bag and moving it to her right hand further from you.

Your hand reaches back, trying to take the bag from her. “Suj—.”

She puts a finger over your lips, shushing you immediately. “It’s only fair that I carry one bag and you carry the other.” Her hand slips into yours. “Don’t tell me you forgot about hot chocolate already?” Suzy asks as her eyes look across the street to a small coffee shop. It was decently busy considering it was Christmas Day, as almost all the stools inside were full and the sound of people chatting and the smell of hot cocoa wafted across the street.

“Are we just getting hot chocolate?” you mumble as she pulls you across the crosswalk.

“Yes, we’re getting hot chocolate. What kind of question is that?” The sound of the bell above the door sounds once you push open the door. Suzy stays a few paces from the cashier and points her finger up at the menu, signaling that she’s still taking a look. She looks back at you. “Are we planning on drinking it here or taking it to-go?”

“I think we can have it here. I wouldn’t mind a brownie as well if they still have any.”

“How can I help you two today?” the young lady at the register asks.

“Can we get two hot chocolates and a fudge brownie if you still have any left?” Suzy says, her hand reaching into her purse.

“You can have our last brownie then,” the cashier smiles, getting the last brownie from the display case. “Will that be all?”

“That will be it for us today.” Suzy flashes the cashier a smile.

“Perfect, that will be $10.”

“Thank you.” Suzy’s hand reaches back, grabbing onto your wrist as she presses her card on top of the machine.

“Stop trying to pay for everything every single time we go out together,” she scolds, crossing her arms as you both sit down on a small table.

“It’s just a habit,” you shrug, pulling out her stool for her to sit down before you take a seat beside her.

“Did you ever want kids?”

Her question catches you by surprise. You find yourself following her gaze as she looks towards a young couple. They have a young son sitting on his father’s lap, a danish in hand, as his father gives him small sips of hot chocolate. His mother dabs at his mouth to remove leftover crumbs. “I don’t know, Suj. Maybe if I ever have the time.”

She looks back towards you. “Yeah…. When would we ever have the time when we’re both so busy...” Her chuckle is bitter as she stares blankly at her hands.

“We’ll be able to find time for building a family,” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“Yeah, when you open your clinic and suddenly have to be there for 16 hours a day, and when I’m working 12 hours as a broker—sure, we’ll have time for a family,” she chuckles bitterly, her hand wiping a tear out of her eye.

“Two hot chocolates.” The waiter sets your drinks down and quickly scurries away, noticing Suzy’s tears dripping onto the table.

You run your hand through her hair, sliding the hot chocolate in front of her. “Come on, the hot chocolate is here now.” Lifting the mug up to your lips, you gently blow on the top before letting her take the first sip, breaking the delicate layer of marshmallow foam on top. “Better?”

The corners of her lips curl up a little as she wipes another tear out of her eye. “I’m not some five-year-old that you can bribe to stop crying by giving them hot chocolate,” before going in for another sip.

“Well, you’re as messy as a five-year-old.” Your hand reaches for a napkin as you wipe away the foam mustache that had started to form on her upper lip. You then pull the cup away, stealing the giant marshmallow on top. “Mm. The marshmallows here are always nice.”

“Yah!” She slaps the side of your head. “That was mine!”

You laugh, “It’s not my fault it was ripe for the taking.” Your hand reaches over to your cup and take your marshmallow just in case.

“I’m taking your brownie as payment then!” She snatches the brownie from the table and takes one large bite, eating up more than half of it. “Mm, it’s so good,” she grins, watching you glare at her.

Your eyes turn away as she finishes the last of your brownie instead looking down into your hot chocolate. A column of steam wafted off the decorated top of the hot chocolate. It’s beautiful white marshmallow top, spotted with powdered chocolate. Still, your eyes keep being drawn to the glaring hole in the pillowy white top where the marshmallow used to sit as you sigh before taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sorry,” Suzy pouts, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as she stands behind you. Her nose snuggles into your neck as she rocks you back and forth, trying to charm her way into getting your forgiveness.

You could never stay mad at her. “It’s okay,” you sigh, pulling her arms off of your shoulders as you take one of her hands in yours. “Let’s go now.”

When you stepped out, the sun had already set, and the streets were empty as everyone returned home to their families. The Christmas lights strung along the lamps turned on, illuminating the sidewalk in a gentle white glow, and the multicolored lights wrapped around the trees made them look like giant candy canes.

You had let go of Suzy’s hand once you walked out of the door, her pace quickening as she moved to be a few steps in front of you.

She seems a little somber as she walks up ahead of you, looking out into the street, her brown hair draping over one side of her shoulder. Her skin looks as bright as ever, a beautiful milky white with an undertone of red from the cold. When she finally notices you're not walking alongside her, she turns back, her beautiful brown eyes staring back at you. “Walk faster, dummy,” she says, taking a step back and snatching a grocery bag out of your hand.

“You're the one who left me in the dust.” You grab onto her free hand and pull closer to you as you walk back to your apartment.

“Oh. We’re finally back. Let's make dinner. I'm starving.” She leaves her grocery bag on the kitchen island as she pulls out a red ceramic Dutch oven.

You chuckle, taking all the lasagna ingredients out and boiling a pot of water on the stove. “We just ate, though.”

“I want real food, not some sweet dessert.” Her hand reaches for the knife, deftly cutting open the pasta packaging and adding them into a pot of boiling water with some salt. “Pass me the tomato sauce, and could you brown the ground beef that you have?”

Browning ground beef only takes a few seconds, giving you time to layer the tomato sauce over the bottom layer of pasta before adding ground beef. “What cheese do we want to use?” Your eyes scan your fridge for the Parmesan that you like using.

“We’re doing Parmesan.” She grates a generous layer over the ground before and another layer of pasta, ultimately creating a twelve-layer lasagna. “30 minutes in the oven at 350, and we’re done,” Suzy smiles as she closes the door to your oven.

“Now, what do we do?”

She takes out two wine glasses and one of your older vintage bottles that you keep for special occasions. “A little wine sounds nice right now.”

You don't bother complaining about her taking your fanciest bottle of wine as you grab the bottle opener, handing it to her. She pops the cork and fills both glasses to about half full. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” she says, clinking your glasses together before taking a sizable sip. Her cheeks flush afterward, getting a pink glow under the warm lights of your home. “How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean?” You swirl the glass in your hand, watching the color change from dark burgundy to vibrant red.

“Are you doing okay? Feeling nervous? Sad? Lonely?” she giggles a little at the last one, finishing off the rest of her glass.

“You don’t have to check up on me like you did back in college. I’m not always stressed, tired, and miserable,” you say defensively, taking another sip. “I’m fine.”

She eyes you knowingly. “Really?”

“Yes. I'm fine. What about you, Suj? How are you doing? Sad? Tired? Lonely?” you ask sarcastically. She grabs the bottle of wine and fills her glass to the brim, drinking about half of it in one gulp. “Suj… I didn’t—.”

“A little lonely,” she sighs. “You know I didn’t really like the holidays back in high school. I never had anyone to spend them with, so I’ve only started enjoying Christmas when I could spend them with someone else. Now that you’re getting ready to open your own clinic, though,” Suzy wipes a tear out of her eye. “I’m gonna go back to being alone.”

You walk behind her, wrapping your arms over her shoulders. “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

She leans her head into yours before saying, “Why make promises that you can’t keep.” Another glass of wine finished.

“Suj, I always keep my pro—” A ding from the oven interrupts you as she lets your arms fall from her shoulders.

“The lasagna is done now.” She opens the oven before laying her bare hands against the hot ceramic, a hiss sounding as her skin makes contact with the ceramic. “Ow!”

You rush over to her, grabbing her hands and placing them under running cold water. “You’re such a dummy.”

“Sorry,” she sniffles, rubbing a hand underneath her runny nose. “I’m such a mess, aren’t I?”

“No, Suj, you’re fine,” you say, feeling her wet hands wrap around your waist as she turns off the water.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t, Suj.” Your hand runs through her hair. You let her hold you for a few minutes, tears still falling out of her eyes, her skin hot to the touch, and the smell of alcohol coming off of her. Occasionally, you rock her back and forth, trying to soothe her. “Hungry yet?” Her head nods against your chest, giving you the signal to release your arms from around her. “One slice of lasagna then.” You cut out a corner of the lasagna, plating it on a white ceramic plate and sliding it over to her.

You’re about to cut another piece, but she suddenly says, “Can we just share? I can’t finish this piece.”

“Sure.” You sit down next to her and grab the fork from her hands, feeding her a small bite.

“Mm.” Her hand goes over her mouth. “That’s really good. The pasta is still al dente, the cheese isn’t too strong, and the sauce is just the perfect amount of sweetness. Here, try a piece.” She grabs the fork from you and feeds you a piece. “See? I told you.” Her fork goes back into the lasagna, taking another chunk as her hand pulls the plate closer to her. You don’t bother saying anything, content with watching her finish the rest of the slice.

“How was it?” you laugh.

“It was very—.” She looks down at the empty plate. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Her hand comes down on the side of your head again, a loud slapping sound resonating around the kitchen.

“You seemed to be enjoying it.” Your hand squeezes her puffed-up cheeks. “You eat so well,” you tease.

“Shut up.” She sets the plate in the sink before taking out the ingredients for the cinnamon rolls. “Let’s make dessert then.” Suzy reaches for the bag of flour, adding it into a mixing bowl with whole milk, yeast, sugar, and butter. Her hands knead the dough together till it becomes a small ball. “Now, just let it rest for an hour. Can you think of anything to do?”

“Not really.”

Her eyes look towards your cabinet of alcohol mischievously. “Truth or drink sounds pretty fun, actually.” She sees you shake your head but decides to grab onto your hand and give her puppy-eyed look that you could never resist. “Come on. It’ll be fun,” she whines.

You sigh, opening up the cabinet. “Scotch?”

“You know me too well.” She walks up to you and gives you a peck on the cheek, taking the bottle of alcohol from your hands. “Do you want to ask first?” Her hands reach for your glass, filling it half-full.

“What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Umm, I guess I’m drinking,” her glass touches her lips before she starts laughing. “Your muscles are the best thing about you, dummy. Now. What should I ask you?” She taps her chin a few times. “Ah. What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“If I have none, am I supposed to drink?” you say, taking a sip of the scotch, its slightly sweet maple flavor tickling your throat with a hint of apple in the aftertaste.

“Yah! You’re such a cop-out.”

“Fine. I think you’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, Suj.”

“Thank you.” Her hand goes over her face, covering her blush from your unexpected forwardness before she takes a sip of her scotch. “Ah. That’s good.” She admires the glass in her hands.

You shake your head, mumbling,  “It’s probably my best bottle.” Another sip follows. “How many guys have asked you out since we met?”

Suzy sets her glass down and begins counting on her fingers. Ten? Twenty? Thirty? “Thirty-three? If you count Lucas, who only got halfway through his confession before you punched him,” she laughs. “I would ask you the same thing, but I think I already know since you tell me every time. What about? How many girls have you liked since we met?” She watches you finish the rest of your glass. “You’re not answering? Come on!”

“I’ll keep that with me till the day I die.” You pour yourself another glass. “What about you then? How many guys?”

“Ha! I’m definitely not answering that.” She finishes her glass, letting you fill it back up again. “Who was your least favorite out of all the guys who liked me?”

“Lucas,” you smile at being given such an easy question. “What is your least favorite thing about me?”

Suzy downs her glass. “I ain’t answering that.”

“Why?”

“Because! Fine. What’s your least favorite thing about me?”

You laugh. “You snore and talk in your sleep. That’s too easy, Suj.” Another sip of your scotch. “I’ll let you ask something harder.”

“What’s the name of one of the girls you’ve liked?” Fuck. You finish off your second glass. “You’re supposed to answer the question, dummy?”

“I can drink if I want to. What about you then? What’s the name of one of the guys you’ve liked?”

“Mark.”

“That’s such a cop-out. You can’t use your ex as an answer.”

She blows a raspberry, laughing at you before taking another sip. “What’s the name of the girl you like right now?”

“You’re just trying to get me fucked up at this point.” You finish off your third glass. “What’s the name of the guy you like right now?”

“Damn it.” She lifts up her third glass, her hand trembling as she brings it up to her lips.

“Suj. You don’t have to—.”

“It’s part of the game,” she says, slamming her empty glass down on the table. “Let’s go o-.”

You stand up beside her and grab onto her shoulders before she hits her head on the countertop. “Yeah, you’re done for the night.” Your arms go underneath her knees and her back as you carry her into your bedroom.

“But the cinnamon rolls.”

“They can wait till tomorrow,” you say, setting her down on your bed and tucking her underneath the covers. Your fingers brush her hair, beating her ears as you sit beside her, stroking her hair so that she can fall asleep.

“Dummy,” she mumbles, her eyes closing.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you… for taking care of me…” she whispers barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Mm,” you hum, continuing to pat her head as she slowly drifts off to sleep. Her eyelashes flutter slightly, lips part, and her red blush dissipates into a rosy pink as she begins softly snoring.

“I like you a lot,” she admits, nuzzling her head against your hand as her hand pulls you into bed alongside her.

You chuckle a little as she forces your arm to become her pillow. “I’m sure you do, Suj,” you say with a tinge of sadness in your voice before you feel her arms wrap around your waist. “Good night Suj. Sweet dreams.”

—————

You wake up to the weight of Suzy pressed on your chest as she lightly snores, the sunlight has only just begun beaming through the windows, and the sun has not quite fully risen yet.

I should probably get up. Looking at her snoring on your chest with her angelic face looking down at you, you suddenly decide to stay in bed a little longer, your hand moving behind her back, holding her closer against you.

“Good morning.” She lightly taps on your chest as you wake up to find her beautiful brown eyes staring at you, her lips quivering as she tries to get you to release your hold. “Can you let me go?”

“Oh, sorry.” You unclasp your hands from her back, allowing her to roll beside you. “Did you sleep okay?” Your hand reaches for her hair, brushing a strand behind her ear.

“Mm. You?”

“Yeah. I slept fine.” The sound of her stomach growling breaks the silence as you both laugh. “Hungry?”

“A little,” she smiles, pulling her legs out from the blanket. “Can we have waffles?”

“Yeah. I can make waffles. Although, I’m pretty sure we still have cinnamon rolls that we need to bake.”

“Oh yeah!” She runs out to the kitchen to find a bowl of risen dough. “Mm. This is gonna be so good.” Her hands take off the plastic wrap as she lightly flours your countertop and tosses the ball of dough down. She flattens the dough out until it forms a perfect square and rolls it into a spiral which she divides into two-inch pieces, laying them in a baking pan. “Now, just thirty minutes in the oven, and we’ll have breakfast,” she smiles, brushing her hands together.

“Go freshen up then. I still have your toothbrush and a spare change of clothes.” You push her towards your bathroom, tossing in her duffel bag before you close the door.

You hear the water running as her humming Mariya Takeuchi’s “Plastic Love” breaks through the sound of the shower. It was one of her favorite foreign songs to listen to and almost always the one she hummed in the shower unless she felt sad. Then it would be Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On.” “You missed a note,” you laugh, knocking on the door as she misses a note to the chorus.

“Your ears are just out of tune,” she responds. “Ummm. Can you get me my pair of underwear, please? You forgot to give them to me.”

“Sure.” You grab her black set and knock on the door. “I’m coming in.” Your hand opens the door.

“Just wait—. Yah!” she yelps, her hand slamming the door shut before you're able to come in.

“What's the big deal? I've already seen everything anyway,” you tease, tossing her underwear through the small hole between the door and the doorframe.

“Wait! When?” Suzy pulls the door open and slaps you upside the head. “You perv!”

“Stop.” You mockingly cover your head, feeling her hand slap against your arm. “Who do you think changes your clothes for you when you've barfed all over them?”

Her hand stops just above your head. “Fine,” she sighs before yanking the door shut.

You walk back out to the kitchen and open the oven to take out the cinnamon rolls. Using a fork, you pull a roll out of the tin and set it on a white plate, drizzling a little bit of glaze over it.

“That looks pretty good.” Suzy steps out of your bedroom, her hair still slightly damp as it falls down her shoulder. She’s wearing a white T-shirt tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans. Taking the fork out of your hand, she presses down, taking off a small piece before putting it in your mouth. “How is it?”

“Not bad, although you could've used a little bit more cinnamon.”

Her fork slides over the top of the roll, gathering all the glaze onto her next bite. “Yeah. A little more cinnamon would've been nice,” she says, covering her mouth as she chews. “Do you have any plans today?”

You let her feed you another piece. “I don't think so.”

“Can we go shopping then? I have an interview for Goldman Sachs tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we can go,” you say, grabbing the plate and bringing it over to the sink. Your hand turns the faucet lever to let hot water flow out.

“I can wash it.” She forces you over, her hands coming underneath the hot water as she snatches the sponge from you. “Go get changed.”

You scoff before drying your hands on a towel and walking into your bedroom. Your hands sift through your closet. Black shirt. Black shirt. White shirt. You sigh, tossing your typical all-black color scheme on top of the bed but this time made of a button-up, jeans, and a pair of combat boots, underneath a long coat.

Suzy wolf -whistles as you walk out. “Someone looks hot today.” She walks up to you, giving you a little peck on the cheek, before taking a deep inhale by your neck. “And you used cologne.”

You shrug her off of you. “Ready to go yet.”

“Yeah, let's go.” She grabs her coat from the sofa and puts on her boots while you grab your car keys and open the door for her.

You both walk down to the garage, the black Challenger waiting in its usual parking spot. Your hand reaches for the keys as you open the door for her, holding the top of her head as she climbs in. “Where are we planning on going?”

“Nordstrom sounds pretty good. I just need something formal looking.”

“You have lots of skirts and blouses already, though.”

“I just wanted to get a new one since they'll probably be on sale today, you know since it's after Christmas.” Her hand goes through your cassette list, picking out one of your foreign pieces, Expressions by Mariya Takeuchi.

“This album again?”

“Mhm,” she laughs before singing, “I’m just playing games. I know that's plastic love. Dance to the plastic beat ``Another morning comes.” Her head sways to the rhythm as she hums the rest of the song.

“You still haven't learned the Japanese lyrics yet?”

She shakes her head. “I enjoy the sound of the song, so I never really wanted to learn the lyrics.” The pleasant sound of Suzy harmonizing with the album fills the rest of your drive.

“Let's go then,” you say, pressing down on the parking brake.

“Sure.” She unbuckles her seatbelt and takes your hand as she leads you into the Nordstrom. The store is packed with long lines at every checkout as you enter but even more so as you follow her up the escalator to the women’s section. There are young couples choosing outfits for one another, young ladies perusing through the dress section, and a few families with children as they choose outfits for the upcoming semester.

“How does this one look?” Suzy holds a white blouse over her, letting go of your hand so you can take a step back.

“I think it looks good.” You suddenly feel a push behind you as a little boy runs into your leg. “Hey, little buddy,”

The little child rubs his forehead as he looks up at you. “Sorry.” He looks around for a few moments, a small tear running from his eye. “Could you help me find my mommy?”

“We’ll find your mother.” Your hand ruffles up his hair a little before letting him hold onto your hand. “What is she wearing?”

He sniffles: “She's wearing a white dress.”

“Okay then.” You hold onto his hand as you lead him through the woman’s apparel floor, Suzy following close behind.

“What are you doing here, mister?”

“Me?” You point a finger at yourself. “I’m here to get a dress.”

The boy raises his eyebrow. “You wear dresses, mister? That’s what girls wear, though.”

“No, I'm getting a dress for her.” Both of you turn around at the same, surprising Suzy, who had been watching you both interact. Her eyes widen, realizing she had been caught staring, and move to look at the far more interesting store around her.

There’s a collective snickering from you and the child as he tugs on your hand, signaling that he wants to whisper something in your ear. “Is she your way—wai—”

“Wife?” You smile.

“Oh yeah. Wai—fe.” He carefully enunciates each syllable and smiles when he gets it down perfectly. “Mr. Ker-a-nan, Keranen told us he had a wife.”

“No. She’s not my wife, just a friend.” You shake your head, chuckling to yourself.

“You’re friends with a girl? Did all your boy friends leave you?” Suzy snickers behind you as you scratch your head, thinking of the best answer to the boy’s question.

“Well—”

“Johnathan!” You see a woman running up to you, picking up her son. “Where have you been?”

“I went to look around, and I got lost.” He puts his arms around her neck. “So I asked this mister here to help me find you.”

“Well, thankfully, you're okay,” she says, patting him on the back. “Thank you for your help.”

“Bye, mister. Bye-bye, pretty miss.” He waves his hand as his mother carries him away.

Suzy covers her mouth as she laughs, giving him a little wave back before taking your hand in hers. “Look at you being so good with kids.”

“I'm gonna open a clinic for children, so I would hope that I can work with them,” you say, following her back to the blouse section.

“I think I'll take that white one and now for a skirt.” Her finger moves through all the skirts, looking for one that might suit her taste. “What do you think about this one?” She puts a black pencil skirt by her waist, its length barely reaching her knees.

“It gives off the sexy secretary vibe if that's what you're going for.”

“Urgh.” She puts it back. “What's about this one?” She takes out a black skirt that looks almost exactly the same.

“It's the same, Suj.”

“It's not. Look at how it's a little shorter and goes a little higher on my waist. It's also a little slimmer.”

Your fingers press on your brow as you sigh. “Why don't you choose your three favorites, and then I'll help choose between the three of them?”

“Fine. Go wait outside the changing room,” she signals towards the fitting room as she sifts through the skirts picking out her three favorites.

You wait by the changing rooms beside the large mirror, playing on your phone until she steps out. It's another black skirt, unsurprisingly, but it has a small slit on her right thigh, making her legs seem even longer than before. She spins in front of the mirror, trying a few poses.

“How is this one?”

You cough as if you have something lodged in your throat. “I think it looks good,” you say, pulling on your collar slightly.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me try the next one then.” Unfortunately, the next one wasn't much better at keeping you from being flustered. It hugged a little tighter against her butt but went a bit further down her legs. “How about this one?”

“This one looks good too.”

“I know they look good but which one looks better?” she says, annoyed. “Let me try on the last one then.” Her last skirt was black, just like the first two, but it was significantly shorter than the first one, only going to the middle of her thighs. As she walked out, she pulled the skirt down with her right hand, trying to make it a little longer, while her left covered her blushing face. “I didn’t think it would be this short.”

“I think it… it looks good.” You avert your eyes, doing your best to not take a peek.

“I’ll just take this one back.” Her hand brushes a loose strand behind her ear as she admires the skirt in the mirror before going back into the changing room. “Which one should I take then?”

“Let’s just take the first one from outside.” You wait for her outside the changing rooms playing a game of chess on your phone before you feel her grab onto your wrist, skirt in hand.

“Come on.” She pulls you to the register, laying her dress on the counter. “Could I just have this, please?” she smiles at the cashier.

“Of course.” The young lady smiles, taking the dress off the hanger as she looks you in the eye and bites her lip. “Did you find everything you needed?” She looks at Suzy before her eyes move to your lips and back to your eyes, her hand combing her hair.

“Yeah, I did,” Suzy smiles, her hand letting go of your wrist as she interlocks her fingers with yours. “Did you want anything, babe?” She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“No, I'm fine.”

“Aww, that’s such a shame… I’m sure you’d look amazing in a new suit.” She tugs on your hand, pulling you closer to her. “Next time then, babe.” Her lips press against your cheek as she watches the cashier’s shocked reaction, the corners of her lips curling into a smile.

The cashier clears her throat. “The total will be $45.80, please.”

Suzy reaches for her card, but you set yours down a little bit faster. “I’ve got it,” taking this as an excuse to press a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you.” You take the bag from the cashier. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Were you gonna say anything while she was eyefucking you?” Suzy asks angrily once you walk outside of the store. You shrug your shoulders. “So you were just gonna let her flirt with you while I was standing right next to you?”

She’s jealous. Cute. “She was kind of cute now that I think about it. I should’ve asked for her number,” you tease, still holding onto her hand.

“Too bad, babe. You’re mine now.” Suzy pulls you right next to her, your lips almost touching before she pecks you on the cheek. “Let’s go get lunch now. I’m craving a sandwich.”

Your face is fiery red as you stammer out: “Sandwiches. Sounds good.” You let her drag you to the nearest bistro, a quaint shop styled to look like a French cafe with stained glass windows, tile roof, and wood tables sitting outside. “What do you want to eat?”

“I'll just get a ham and cheese baguette.” You look at the menu, neatly drawn on a blackboard above the register.

She spots a baguette being carried out on a wooden platter. “Can we just split one?”

“Sure, I don't see why not.” You take in the smell of the baked bread. “That smells really good.”

“Mm. Yeah, it does.” You both lick your lips, eyes locking as an aura of tension settles around both of you.

“How can I help you?” The cashier calls out to both of you.

“Oh, sorry,” She laughs awkwardly, walking up to him. “So could we have a ham and cheese baguette?” Her fingers tap on the countertop, eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“Of course, miss.” He taps your order onto the screen. “Is there anything else you’d like?”

“No, thank you.” She flashes him a smile as her hold on your hand tightens, keeping you behind her, allowing her to quickly tap her card on the machine.

“You’ll be order number 82.”

She takes the wooden number plaque from him. “Thank you so much.” Once she’s pulled you away, she looks around the bistro for a table. “Is there anywhere you want to sit?” You shake your head no. “Then let’s sit out on the patio.” She pulls you to an open table overlooking the busy street outside, people in suits rushing to get to work, bagels and coffee in hand. “It’s such a nice day out today.”

“Yeah, it is.” You look down into the bag with the skirt inside, holding it open to ensure the receipt is inside. “Do you need to do anything else today?”

“No, I’m probably just gonna go back home and study for the interview. Feeling too nervous about it to be doing anything else at the moment.”

You let your hand run through her hair for a moment, feeling her purr with your touch. “It’s tomorrow, right? You’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Your hand slowly falls away from her as she stares at the suited men outside, her future goal to be just like one of them. “Do you think I’m suited for this line of work?”

“Yeah, Suj. You’ve wanted to do this for as long as we’ve known each other. I don’t know anyone else who would be better at this than you,” you do your best to smile encouragingly. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s just the nerves. I’m sure you’ll love it once they accept you.” Your hand pats her forearm, moving downward until you’re holding her hand in yours.

Suzy sighs, her beautiful eyes carrying an unmistakable gleam of sadness in them. “I just don’t know how much I really love this.” She’s hiding something from me. Her hand moves over yours, holding onto it, as she continues to stare out into the distance. “What would you do if I left?” She looks you in the eye.

“I’d be happy for you. You get to move on from this place, go somewhere better—why  wouldn’t I be happy for you?” A small tear runs down her eye, your hand quickly moving to brush it away. “You always said you hated this place. Now you have a chance to leave, and you’re sad?” you weakly laugh, trying to hide how you really feel.

“I’m gonna miss you, dummy,” she laughs, wiping away another tear.

“Nah. I’ll never leave you. What would you do without me?”

Her laugh is bitter, nothing like her bright laugh that you loved so much. “You’d follow me to New York?” New York! You’re going to New York.

You realize that now isn’t the right time to question her about what exactly her job would entail. Instead, you choose to continue comforting her. “Maybe I couldn’t follow you, but I wouldn’t ever abandon you, Suj. You mean too much to me.”

“Thank you.” Her face brightens up a little, the semblance of a smile returning to her lips. “And the baguette’s here now.” She takes the platter from the server. It’s a small sandwich only about the length of your forearm, lightly toasted on both sides, with ham and melted cheese on the inside. There’s also a small jar of mayonnaise and butter for spreading on the inside. Her hand deftly grabs the knife spreading butter on the inside before holding it up for you to take a bite. “Try a bite.”

“It’s not bad. You might’ve added a little too much butter though,” you cringe slightly from the overpowering flavor.

“Did I?” She takes a bite. “Oh god. Yeah, that is a lot of butter.” Suzy pries open the sandwich taking the butter off the upper layer, and goes in for another bite. “Much better. Here, try again.”

You take a smaller bite of the corner. “Mm. That’s much better.” Before you can go in for another bite, however, she quickly snatches it away, devouring the rest of the sandwich. You laugh, watching her inhale the rest. “You’re such a messy eater.” Your hand reaches for a napkin dabbing her mouth where a few crumbs still remain.

“Thank you,” she says, using the napkin to wipe off the rest of her mouth. “That was really good.”

“I’m sure it was.”

Suzy looks at the empty platter, realizing that she had finished almost the entire sandwich by herself. “I’m sorry—.”

“It’s fine.” You pick up the bag from the ground beside you. “Let’s head back then.” The little bell above the door jingles as you both walk out, the street a little emptier now that rush hour has ended. Both of you walk in tandem, her fingers lightly holding onto yours while you hold her shopping bag for her.

“It’s a shame I’m busy today. We could’ve done something fun today.” She looks at the blue sky, dotted by small white clouds, and feels the pleasant sunlight against her pale skin.

“Next time. We’re meeting up for New Year’s, right?” You hold the door to your car open for her like always.

“Yeah. We’re going to Min Kyu’s party, remember?”

“Oh yeah. I almost forgot.” Your hand starts the engine of your car.

The stereo turns on, and Mariya Takeuchi’s voice plays through the speakers. “I like this song.” Suzy’s fingers turn up the volume a little to “Kokuhaku”, and she leans against the door, staring out the window.

“A little sad, no?”

“I’m just feeling it right now.” She listens through her playlist until she reaches “Konyaha Hearty Party”, which she promptly skips. “I know you like that song. It’s just….not what I’m feeling right now.”

“Yeah, you’re okay, Suj.” You park in front of her apartment, stepping out to walk her to her door. The air feels heavy as she gently clasps two of your fingers. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good luck, Suj.” You turn to leave but suddenly feel her arms wrap around your waist, her bleary eyes pressing into your chest as she begins softly sobbing. “It’ll be okay. You’ll do just fine,” you say, rubbing her back reassuringly and nuzzling against her head, taking in her scent of lilacs. “Call me when you’re done tomorrow.” Your lips press against her forehead. “Good luck.”

She waves goodbye to you from her doorway as you walk away, only entering her house once you’re driven out of sight.

“I love you.”

—------------------

You wake up to the sound of banging on your front door. “Boss. Are you there?” So Hee. Rushing out to open your front door, you find So Hee waiting outside, her hair a frazzled mess and her eyes slightly red from crying.

“Where were you?” she sobs, pulling you into a hug. The smell of the ocean breeze hits you as her hair nestles around your nose.

You laugh, patting her back gently as you lead her to your living room. “I was sleeping. What’s the matter?”

“You didn’t pick up your phone all of yesterday, so I got worried.” Her finger brushes a tear out of her eye.

“Sorry. I was just feeling tired yesterday.” Your arms let go of her as you move to your kitchen, brewing a fresh cup of coffee. “Coffee?” She shakes her head. “Do we have anything we need to do today then?”

“Sana said she needs your help with her end of the project, so you might want to attend to that soon. You also have an appointment to meet with the investors from Goldman Sachs later in the week,” So Hee says, wiping the tears out of her eyes and going through her tablet.

“Let’s go see Sana then.”

  Note: Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all are having or had a lovely Christmas day. It’s not Thanksgiving so I don’t really have to recount my blessings but nonetheless, thank you all so much for supporting my work. It means a lot to me that people take their time to read my drabble, so thank you. Anyways, take care of yourselves. I love you all so much and I will have something out for you in any week probably? No promises. See you all soon. Much love.

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TᕼE GᗩᗰE

Dana Ward x Female Reader

Summary: just realized how much i strayed away from the actual request. sorry. reader gets broken up with the night before the game.

Warnings: None?

Springtime, AKA the best time of the year. Not too hot, not too cold. The days are long and the evenings are short. The trees are in full bloom and the birds are chirping. Though everything may seem just fine and dandy, if I'm being real, my life's falling apart.

That's a bit dramatic, but spring's left me feeling pretty down. There's something about spring (as much as I love it) that makes me feel... empty. I've been restless, can't concentrate. Oh yeah, and to top it all off, just when I think everything is going smoothly my boyfriend breaks up with me, and now I have my coach up my ass for not showing up to training because I'm too busy trying to get over it.

It'd been on autopilot ever since we met, I don't think either of us ever had feelings for each other, we were just comfortable. There was never any effort put into the relationship, just two beings as a label. Now I think about it, it was inevitable. Our personalities just didn't mesh well. It's like trying to put a puzzle together with the pieces missing.

It's not that I'm happy without him, I feel like shit. I feel incomplete. Like something's missing. There's a springtime metaphor in there somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Several knocks on my door and the slam of its opening grabs my attention, Taylor stood at the doorframe, "You need to get a grip." She exhales with her hands irritatedly placed on her hips, noticing my tired state, cocooned in numerous blankets.

"Huh?"

"I said you need to get a grip, look at yourself." She bleats, pointing to the mirror facing my bed.

I glance at the mirror and see the tired reflection of someone who doesn't quite know what they want. There's a sadness that hangs around my eyes, like a storm cloud that's ready to unleash its fury.

Taylor walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, "I know you're hurting, but you have your priorities, and personally I don't see how important that douche could be.

I scoff, "I don't want to talk, Taylor. Let me sleep." I roll onto my face, letting my pillow almost suffocate me.

"Fine, but I'm coming back in a few hours to check on you, and by then you better be in kit. It" She stands up and walks out, leaving me to my thoughts.

I groan into my pillow, the mere thought of having to leave my room makes my head hurt. I can't even bring myself to leave my bed, let alone get dressed.

Eventually, I give in and crawl out of bed, tucking the blanket around me like a cape. I make my way over to my closet and begin to paw through its contents. It's a struggle to put together anything that remotely resembles clothing, but after a while of rummaging, I find a tank top and pair of running shorts.

I'm hesitant to leave my room, I don't want Taylor to see how terrible I look never mind the rest of Blackwell, but sooner or later I make my way out of the dormitories. The campus is already bustling with students, the odd few stop what they were doing to look over in my direction. I'm sure Zachary made it his first mission to tell his little football bros about our row.

I spend my day walking around Arcadia rather than showing up to today's lessons. I'm simply too exhausted to care. I find myself at Arcadia's lighthouse, sitting on the bench facing the west sea, not really thinking or paying attention to anything.

Eventually, my stomach grumbles and I realize that I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I'm so tempted to go back to my dorm and curl up in a ball on my bed, but I steel myself and head towards the nearest place that serves half-decent food.

The diner wasn't too busy, the regulars sat at their usual seats, strangers stopping by for a quick brunch and the odd few Blackwell cheerleaders making use of their free period. The familiar smell of coffee and grease filling the air somewhat comforting.

I take a seat at the counter, waiting for a waitress to serve me. I feel a vibration from my pocket, I pull out my phone, seeing a message off of Taylor.

Taylor: u better be off your ass by 2. your coming to the game even if i have to drag you by your hair

I humorously scoff at the message from the blonde, rolling my eyes. I know she's just trying to make me feel better, but really I just want to crawl under a rock and die.

Y/n: you're*

I type back with a cheeky grin on my face. I'd completely forgotten about the game tonight, mainly because everybody's talking about the bigfoot's game, Logan this, Zachary that. Blackwell's internal misogyny always irked me, this year the female soccer team was given a fifth of what the boys' football team was funded. I doubt the team will barely have an audience to play for.

Taylor: nice to see YOU'RE keeping up with your english classes

Soon enough, Joyce leans across the counter, "Long time no see, Y/n." She smiles, dragging my attention away from my phone.

"Hey, Joyce." I smile, returning the gesture.

"What can I get you?" Joyce asks, pen and paper in hand.

I scan my eyes over the menu one last time before responding, "Belgium waffle and a coffee please, Joyce."

She scribbles her blue pen on the small notepad in her hand, "Coming right up.", before wandering off to serve another customer.

I lean back on the stool I'm sitting on, exhaling deeply as I do so. I bring my arms behind my head to let them stretch while turning my head to the left. To my surprise, I'm met with another pair of eyes gazing back at me. Girl from Blackwell, I know that for sure, she's in the dormitories. Danielle? Daisy? Dana. That's it. We've not spoken much, not that I can remember.

I remember the two of us are still staring at each other, I maintain it, thinking it'd be awkward if I just suddenly stopped looking back at her. Though as soon as the thought passes, she breaks the gaze, turning back to the chatter she'd been included in with her cheer friends. I can't help but feel a bit disappointed, maybe I was expecting something more from her? God knows.

I shake it off and focus my attention on Joyce placing my coffee on the counter in front of me. I pick it up, taking a sip before setting it back down, muttering a small "thank you".

"So, Y/n. Heard there's a game tonight." Joyce smiles, crossing her arms.

I sigh, "Yeah, go bigfoots." Unenthusiastically pumping a fist into the air.

"No, silly. Your game. My daughter, Chloe, had mentioned something about it." The waitress unintentionally reminded me.

"Oh, right." I smile, raising my eyebrows.

"Anyway, good luck for tonight, your food shouldn't be long." She winks, once again wandering off behind the counter.

I huff and let my shoulders deflate, taking a sip of coffee from the white mug placed in front of me. I place the mug to my lips, letting the bitter liquid run into my mouth. The sharp taste putting any worries or fears to sleep. I'm in caffeine heaven until a voice beside me speaks up.

"What're you doing here?" The soft voice speaks, making me slightly choke on the liquid in my mouth.

I clear my throat, "Uh, I got hungry." I respond, the sentence coming out more like a question rather than an answer. I shift my shoulders so I could face the girl I'd been looking at previously.

"All on your lonesome?" Dana's head tilts slightly, a playful smile set on her face.

I don't bother answering the question, as it seems pretty obvious. "What're you doing here?" I respond, crossing my arms.

"Same thing as you, I guess." She shrugs, her smile fading a little. She pulls out the seat next to me and takes a seat. We sit in silence for a few moments before Dana speaks up again"You okay?" She asks, her voice gentle.

I nod, "Yeah, of course." I lie, though the truth is I'm anything but.

She sighs, "We've not spoken much have we? How come?"

I chuckle at her silly question, "Don't ask me that." She hums in return, a hand coming up to her ear to play with an earring hooked into her earlobe.

"You seem down, why?"

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you." I think out loud accidentally, "Sorry, that sounded rude."

Dana shrugs, a smile still remaining on her face after my (kind of) harsh words. I let my eyes wander over her soft features as I take another sip of coffee, her brown hair mindlessly twirled between slender fingers. I can't help but feel a warmth in my chest, one I'm not used to.

"So..." She drags, breaking the silence I'd created, "How about your game tonight?"

"Yeah, I don't know. Doubt I'll be there." I'm quite taken aback by the question, who would've thought Blackwell's cheerleaders, the Bigfoot's number 1's, would've acknowledged mine?

She playfully punches my shoulder, "Hey, you're the captain, you've gotta be there."

I sigh, not wanting to expand on the subject, "Are you cheering tonight?" I ask, knowing the answer but still attempting to sound interested.

"Yep, the crowd's gonna be wild tonight." She cheers, but her smile soon fades when she notices the sad glint in my eyes. I'm happy that people are excited about the guys' game, but the mind works in funny ways, and all of a sudden I hate that people are excited. It's the same over and over again, little boys getting thrashed by another team and then getting upset over it later on. If any of the other teams got half the attention, they'd actually give people something to be excited about without the lingering feeling of inevitable disappointment of what was to come.

"Here you go, Y/n." The familiar voice calls and a plate is pushed in front of me.

"Thank you, Joyce." I smile.

Dana places a hand on my shoulder, "I'll see you later, Y/n." She grins before returning to her fellow cheerleaders.

Once I'm finished with my food, I pay Joyce and make my leave. Though I feel a set of eyes on me as I walk out of the small diner. I ignore it, blaming it on my conscience. I'm too lost in my own thoughts and feelings.

I sit on the edge of my bed for a while once I'm back in my room, contemplating what to do. I don't want to go to the game tonight, but I also don't want to be alone. I sigh, slipping off my clothes and climbing into bed. I pull the blankets up to my chest, wishing I could disappear. I know it's childish, but I can't help it.

Taylor made sure I was alive, as per usual. She came and gave a pep talk, totally uncalled for.

Finally giving in, I slip on my red shorts and shirt, making sure my captain's band sat just how I liked it on my left arm. I carry my boots outside of the dormitories along with my shin-pads and everything else necessary in a bag resting on my back.

I step outside, breathing in the fresh air, letting it soak out any worries, and hoping it lends me some sort of superstitious good luck.

With the newfound peace given by the fresh air, I take a seat on a bench, rolling down my socks, and slipping on my shin-pads, fastening the straps when I feel a tap on my shoulder, a very familiar, aggressive, irritating tap (more of a prod). "Took you long enough," Taylor scoffs, ", come on, Y/n/n."

I playfully glare at her, but get up, silently following her as she strides down Blackwell's concrete. We make our way to the pitch, the silence oddly loud. Once we finally arrive on the ground, much to my expectation, a row is barely filled up on the stands.

I greet the girls, and I'm met with many "Where've you been?" and "Back from the dead!", which I can't say I wasn't expecting and dreading.

I notice the stands start to fill up more and more as I begin to warm up the girls, it caught me by surprise a bit but I don't take any notice of it.

I'm called over by the referee along with the opposition's captain, we sort out the centre-kick before we're both sent back to our coaches.

"Right girls, I couldn't care less whether we win or lose, but try to win... okay?" Our coach attempts a speech but fails miserably.

"Really inspirational, Coach!" Taylor laughs whilst running to her position on the right wing.

The environment quietens down while we wait for the ref's whistle, and then the game starts.

The ball is passed back to me and all of a sudden I'm in reality. Two coming in from the right and one from the left, I drag the ball to the left then through the three as a whole through to another mid-fielder. The game goes on and we're 2-1 up within 42 minutes. By now the stands are almost filled and I notice a few familiar red figures running to the sidelines.

I make use of the time the ref is spending on making an offside decision to look at the figures. Noticing the girl, Dana, I'd been speaking to earlier on in the diner. Her and her cheerleaders' routine awfully similar to that of the routine for the Bigfoot's.

It's a massive confidence boost when she shoots me a wave and a smile, and if I saw correctly... a wink?

Only 2 minutes before halftime, you could tell our team was trying to get a last-minute goal. Taylor runs the line with the ball, a player right on her back. Another player, Rachel, takes the ball off of her, continuing the route the blonde had begun.

Rachel crosses the ball over to me, giving her time to run into the 18-yard box, I give the ball back to her, seeing no players had marked her, but instead of shooting she passes it right in front of me. I sprint to the ball, sliding on the ground in hope to get there before any of the opposition, the ball jumping right over the goalkeeper.

Cheers roar from the crowd, and as much I'm loving it, I'm not exactly enjoying the two players fallen over on top of me. I manage to roll out of the trap, and I'm immediately met with Taylor smiling at my side, "Though you got rusty for a moment." She jokes, patting me on the back.

Halftime finally comes around, Coach congratulates us all and the girls have a couple of minutes to chat amongst themselves.

The next half flies by, it was as if every single trouble that weighed my shoulders down had been lifted. It felt good to be doing the one thing I love to do. The score ended up a 5-2 win. And the team and I were ecstatic, the crowd's reaction only adding to the mix and increasing every level of happiness.

I find myself separated from the rest of the team, celebrating our win in my own way, and yes, that may be on my own in the changing room, but at least I'm celebrating. I told Taylor and Rachel I'd meet them later, but I'm not too sure how long 'later' will be.

"Hey, you played amazing."

My ears prick up at the familiar voice, Dana in her red cheerleading uniform stalking around the corner, "Thank you."

"How was the Bigfoots' game?" I question, slightly curious as to how she managed to cheer for both teams at the same time.

"I'm not too sure..." She smirks, "I wasn't there."

I sigh, placing my bottle of water to the side of me, "Dana," I smile, ", thank you so much."

The girl furrows her eyebrows, "What do you mean?" She asks, knowing exactly why I was thanking her.

"You know," I roll my eyes, ", you were meant to be cheering the guys tonight, yet you cheer for us and you bring the crowd with you. It was just what the girls needed, I don't know how I could possibly thank you."

"Um, no problem," Dana blushes, ", though, there is one way you could thank me, on behalf of the whole squad."

"What's that?" I tilt my head, wondering what she has in mind.

She takes a step closer to me, her eyes locking with mine, "Kiss me."

My eyes widen, and I'm momentarily lost for words. All I can do is stare at her, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She takes this opportunity to lean in closer, her lips pressing against mine. My initial shock quickly turns into something else, something much more intense. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer, not wanting to let go.

When the two of us separate, none of us speaks, we simply just stare for what feels like hours.

Dana chuckles, "I've been wanting to do that for a while.", her hand softly resting on my upper arm.

My cheeks heat up at the statement, and all of a sudden I'm unable to form words, "Wow." I say, causing the girl to giggle.

"Come on, let's go."

Back to that whole metaphor about spring or whatever, yeah, I don't think there ever was one. I think I was just trying to blame my self-pity on something. Life had dealt me a pretty crappy hand, but it wasn't the end of the world. And as long as I had the opportunity for new beginnings, Dana, for example, that was all that really mattered.

[moemoemammon]

Headcanon for bros' morning routines?

The Brothers and Their Morning Routine 🌅

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Lucifer

Despite how nice it is to wake up before the others, Lucifer isn't a morning person. But the call of duty doesn't offer him the luxury of sleeping in very often. Between Diavolo and his brothers, there's a lot he needs to prepare for.

Diavolo also likes to call for a chat first thing in the morning, so he naturally wakes up early. He's told the Demon Prince A THOUSAND TIMES to stop calling like that, but Diavolo insists that he likes "hearing his morning voice". It's annoying..

But Lucifer takes his morning prep slowly, brewing a cup of coffee for himself before he does anything else. He'll slowly drink it while reading the RAD newspaper. It's like a little slice of paradise, having the chance to relax.

And once that's finished, he washes up and brushes his teeth, making sure everything about his appearance is perfect before he dares to show himself.

He'll also take a bit of time to look over the work he has to do, maybe even taking a few papers down to the table with him. Now all he had to do was prepare his nerves for whatever shenanigans his brothers subjected him to for the day, and the headache that was bound to come from it.

Mammon

Mammon moves a lot in his sleep, so he's usually all tangled up in his bedsheets if he hasn't kicked them away completely. And there's the rare occurrence where he just falls out of bed-

Kinda sloppy, but who's graceful first thing in the morning? He peels himself out of bed yawning and scratching his stomach while he stumbles off to the bathroom.

He might not be as vain as Asmo, but he cares about his looks, too. A quick shower and a little bit of styling for his hair, and he'll be ready! Oh yeah, he's gotta brush his teeth too. Wait... he forgot to buy toothpaste!

It's probably fine.. He'll just borrow some of Levi's. It's not like he'll know. And some of his mouthwash, too. Maybe his hairbrush, since it's just laying there?

He either takes forever to get ready, or he's done at the speed of light. Either way, he's in a hurry to get down for breakfast because he knows Beel's got an eye for his plate! And he's gotta head out soon anyway. There's money to be made!

Levi

Not much of a morning person himself, but every morning is a blessing when he gets to wake up with his lovely Ruri-chan dakimakura in his arms 💕💕

That aside, he starts his day by giving Henry his breakfast. Only the best for his best friend! Then he'll check a couple of gaming forums for the latest news, and bases the day's schedule around that.

He's not really in a rush to get ready if it's not a school day. He's got plenty of snacks in his room in case Beel eats his breakfast, and he can always order something through DevilDash.

But still, he wants to freshen up a bit so he'll go for a shower, and brushes his teeth. Wait.. was there always so little toothpaste? He swore he just bought a tube last week! Well, whatever.

If he chooses to eat with everyone else (or Lucifer forces him to), he's always in a hurry. He's wasting so much time! The schedule of an otaku isn't one that should be taken lightly! Do you know how much level grinding he could be doing right now?!

Satan

Satan has a tendency to pull all-nighters when he just can't bring himself to put a book down, so he usually looks ROUGH. I'm talking messy hair, bags under his eyes, looking like he just got beat up by his bed.

And he's not a morning person despite usually waking up the earliest, so it's best not to make eye contact until after he's finished getting ready. He's stomping around, irritably making his bed and getting his clothes ready for the day.

But after he's showered and gotten dressed, his mood has significantly improved. And since it's still early, he has time to brew some peppermint tea and read a book by the window.

It's nice to wake up before everyone else, so he can have some peace and quiet before the idiocy begins.

But the quiet also gives him a chance to consider the day's schedule. What new prank could he harass Lucifer with today? He’d been looking into cursing Lucifer's coffee mug, so whatever liquid was poured into it would turn into vinegar. Maybe he should try it out?

Asmo

When he wakes up, he removes his silk eye mask and pulls the scrunchy out of his hair, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. What, you thought he woke up like a Disney princess? That's only when he's got company, love ❤️

Asmo's got the world's longest morning routine. He draws a bath and pours in some oils to help invigorate him and wake him up. Slathers on a green tea and mint face mask, pops on the cucumbers, and lets the water soothe away his worries ~

Until Mammon bangs on his door to shout that "Lucifer says to hurry it up!" So annoying! Don't they know it takes careful preparation to take care of so much perfection??

Still, he doesn't want Beel to eat his breakfast, so he's gotta speed it up. He's used to getting ready in a pinch, even if he's not happy about it

Carefully picks out is outfits for the day while he lets the curlers in his hair do their job, and viola! Now he's ready to grace his family with his lovely presence! If you wanna take pictures, make sure you get his good side. Who's he kidding, EVERY side is his good side!

Beel

He wakes up disappointed sometimes, usually because he was just enjoying a wonderful dream about eating a mountain of delicious food!

....Only to pull the remains of his half-eaten pillow out of his mouth. What a waste... that endless pancake stack was heavenly...But there's no time to mope around. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can get downstairs for breakfast.

He starts his morning by taking a shower while holding back the urge to eat the bar of soap he's using. Beel specifically makes sure he doesn't choose anything that smells TOO good, or he'll give in and gobble it up.

Brushes his teeth as well as he can so his food will taste twice as good! After that is usually when he goes to wake Belphie up, dragging his twin into the bathroom so he can help him dry his hair once he's done showering.

He can't eat well without Belphie, so he makes sure he's all cleaned up and ready for breakfast before he goes down, carrying his brother if he has to. Ah, and he should probably head out later to buy another pillow.

Belphie

Haha. "Morning" routine. I think you mean "noon or later" routine. That is, when Beel lets him sleep in. Otherwise he's being woken up and carried off to the bathroom, where he's forced to take a shower against his will...

And he takes LONG showers. Mostly because the warm water lulls him right back to sleep... while he's standing up. Isn't that a little dangerous?

Once he's out, he leaves it to Beel to dry his hair while he lazily brushes his teeth. Isn't all this morning care a little excessive? Who's even this energetic first thing in the morning? What a pain...

Doesn't even bother to make his bed. He'll be back in it in a few minutes anyway, so there's no point. He coaxes Beel into carrying him down the stairs (which Lucifer scolds them both for) and tries his best to keep his eyes open for breakfast.

Those pancakes... aren't they TOO fluffy looking? Almost like a pillow.... ah..goodnight...

[gumnut-logic]

Apologies for spamming with Virgil pics. I haven’t managed to do much for him today. I’m suffering from fog brain and am sooo tired, so expect more later in the week when I’m feeling a little more energetic.

But in the meantime, after a day of zero writing, I thought I would highlight one of my favourite fics I have written that focusses on Virg. I really need to write a sequel to this one that happens after Jeff returns...and doesn’t realise something about one of his sons :D

-o-o-o-

The world was blurry as he let his head slide on one hand and stared out through the kitchen window. Gordon was in the pool, swimming his morning laps. The sun had yet to rise and Virgil had broken several laws of physics rising himself. This time of day should not exist. But then it didn’t, because it wasn’t day yet because there was no sun!

But no, supersonic big brother wanted to do some special training today. Training that for some reason had been scheduled at sunrise.

It was possibly important, likely scheduled just to get his ass out of bed at this godawful hour. Occasionally there were some issues with having your brother in command. Brotherly love only went so far, brotherly snark had more mileage, and Scott did have that twist of his lips when he announced the schedule.

Four pairs of eyes had immediately turned to him and his return glare had been insufficient to deflect the amusement that followed.

But it was okay. It was fine. He had his own skill drills up his sleeve. Two am would be convenient for him next time, definitely. After all, they all had to keep their skill sets up, didn’t they?

In the meantime, it was black coffee and repeated attempts to focus on Mateo. Mateo was distinctly blurry, and dark and...

“Hey, Virg!” Alan whacked him on the back.

His face nearly ended up in his coffee. “Alan? What the hell?”

“And good morning to you, too, big bro. Ready for this morning’s run?”

He stared at his bright and peppy, yes, peppy, youngest brother. Augh. “Go away.”

“Aww, did the big bear have to get out of bed a little early?”

“Alan...”

“C’mon, Virg, it’s gonna be fun. A race around the island, wind in your hair, blood pumping...it’s gonna be awesome.”

Virgil stared at him, his brain slowly picking up that something wasn’t quite right. “Alan, why aren’t you comatose?”

“What do you mean, big bro?”

A slow blink. “You hate mornings almost as much as I do. Who are you and what have you done with my little brother?” His eyelids drooped all of their own volition.

“It’s called prepared, bro. I’m in it to win it.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. “Are you on something? Because if you are, Scott’s going to kill you, and once I’m awake, I’ll resuscitate you so I can kill you again.”

“That’s violence, bro. It’s cool, I promise.”

An arched eyebrow that almost hurt. “What did you do, Alan?”

“Nothing. Well, nothing you aren’t already doing.”

“You drank coffee.”

“Noooooooo.”

“What did you do?”

“A little caffeine is all.”

The arched eyebrow flipped into a frown. “How much?”

“Enough.”

Virgil’s back straightened. “Alan.”

“I’m fine, bro, I promise. I know what I’m doing. I’m not stupid.” A blond frown. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t do the same with your coffee after coffee after coffee technique.”

Virgil’s lips thinned, but to be honest, the kid was right, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. But... “You’re not yet an adult, Alan.”

“Yet, I take the responsibilities of an adult, Virgil.”

“Your body isn’t fully mature!”

“Well, thanks for that, Doctor Virgil!”

“You have to look after yourself!”

“Hard to do anything else when I have four brothers mother-henning me all the time!”

“We worry about you!”

“Well, don’t! I can look after myself.”

“Alan!”

“Virgil!”

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?!”

Virgil found himself looming over his little brother, one brain cell after another slowly catching up with what the hell was going on. Bright blue eyes were staring up at him defiantly, his little brother’s shoulders tight and fists clenched at his sides.

Virgil forced his own fists to uncurl. There was a reason why he preferred not to see this time of day. Disturbed sleep disturbed his calm, his control, and things like this happened.

Scott loomed over the both of them and Virgil took a step back, slumping back onto his seat and hulking over his coffee almost in a pout. “Better ask Alan, he’s the one being stupid.”

“Speak for yourself, Virgil.”

“Both of you, shut it.” Scott could glare with the best of them, but Virgil had exhausted what little energy he had and ignored him. “Alan, dosed himself with caffeine.”

“Virgil!”

He could feel the laserbeams shooting out of Scott’s eyes switching targets and landing on Alan. There was no satisfaction, just blergh. Here we go.

And sure enough, Scott started in on his little brother. There was, of course, shouting. Virgil idly wondered how come Scott got to yell and he didn’t. But then Virgil didn’t really like yelling anyway.

Coffee. Its warmth drifted down his throat and spread into his bones. Oh god, he needed it. Maybe a second one after this? But then the word ‘caffeine’ came up amongst the explosions beside him and he reconsidered. No need to become a target himself.

He let his foggy mind drift a little. It was all his fault really. He could have gone to bed early, but he had made the mistake of getting into a discussion online with an engineering idiot. The topic had become heated, chemical formulas launched like bombs and laced with reactive equations enough to take out half the engineering community. In the end, he’d thrown a hissy fit and sat up to three am writing up his argument. He’d chucked it onto his blog with a great deal of satisfaction and was looking forward to rubbing it in the man’s face.

Just as soon as he could boot his brain.

Coffee, give me strength.

Gordon wandered in at some point, a damp towel around his neck. Being Gordon, he prodded the conflagration in progress and got burnt. The argument became three sided.

Virgil considered snoozing on the counter.

Then he hit on the idea that he could possibly sneak back to bed. He stood up slowly.

Brains bounded into the room, tablet in hand. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Brilliant, so b-brilliant!”

The argument came to a sudden halt, four pairs of eyes turning towards the engineer.

The engineer didn’t notice, eyes glued to his tablet. Max bounded in behind him, whirring excitedly. It was the robot who prevented the distracted Brains from walking into the kitchen counter.

“Oh, thank you, M-Max.” His eyes didn’t leave the tablet. “Did you see the p-polymer ratio? Amazing! Such elegance. You know, I am quite d-disap-pointed that I didn’t think of this myself. The applications are going to b-be in-numerable.”

The distraction was enough to break the fuel lines of the argument and Scott settled for a final threat, Alan a final glare and Gordon, a snort of derision. The moment to escape was lost and Virgil slumped where he sat.

Damn.

“Virgil, you going to eat before we run?”

Alan was right, Scott mother-henned.

“Maybe.” Ugh, c’mon coffee kick in. He needed operational braincells.

Scott was peering closely at him. “Earth to Virgil.”

“Shut up, Scott. You got me up at the ass end of the day, I’m here. Don’t expect much more.”

His brother grinned, and Virgil had the odd urge to thump him. Just because this was his element, didn’t mean he had to be a smart ass about it. “Your next physical is going to be hell.”

The grin faltered. Aah, that’s better. Hmm, perhaps his brain was slowly booting. Go, coffee.

“Virgil! You h-have to see these equations. They are brilliant!”

What? Brains’ tablet shifted the remains of his coffee to one side and Virgil found himself staring at a series of numbers that made little sense at this time of the morning. “Brains, looks great. Can I review them later? I’m not all here yet.”

The engineer didn’t appear to hear him. “Look at the polymer decay to reaction ratio! This is a self-healing polymer!”

Huh? He frowned and forced himself to focus. The appropriate neurons clicked into place in his brain and suddenly what he was seeing made sense.

Shit.

He grabbed the tablet, eyeing the equations and spinning calculations in his head. Brains was right. This was perfect. The polymer would be able to self-heal with the application of a mild electrical current. Give it a pattern to follow and it would populate and keep it populated, even after disturbance.

“Did you discover this, Brains?” He frowned. There was something familiar about this. Maybe they had discussed it recently.

“Oh, no, this is V. T. Green. The man is brilliant.” There was that word again. Brilliant.

But it still took a second for it all to click into place.

V. T. Green was his blog. V. T. Green was his pseudonym online, used for obvious reasons to keep his identity hidden. The blog had been for amusement originally. A place to stash his favourite music and art, but at some point, he had found himself venturing into engineering circles and getting into discussion with the online community. It made for interesting discourse and he was able to keep up to date with some of the latest innovations. Not that he could share his own much and IR was well ahead of the majority of the world thanks to one Hiram Hackenbacker, but on occasion he would fiddle with ideas and make suggestions. It was also a great place to postulate out-there concepts.

The equations on Brains’ tablet were Virgil’s.

“Where did you get these?”

Brains was full of far too much energy for this time of the morning. “Green p-posted them during the night and they have h-hit the world by s-storm.”

“What?”

Brains frowned at him. “Haven’t you heard of V. T. Green, Virgil? He is o-one of the leading engineers on this p-planet. I have been f-following his b-blog for over a year n-now. You r-really m-must check it out.”

“Um, must have missed that one.”

“H-how could you m-miss such an important s-site? I know you k-keep up to date. The man is at the centre of a massive discussion about polymer cohesion and decay. Last night, Coloncous in Spain had the nerve to challenge him in the most ridiculous manner. I was so close to cutting him off myself, he was embarrassing us all, but Green replied with this. As expected, it is a brilliant explanation and Coloncous had no choice but to concede and crawl back into the hole he should never have come out of in the first place. He was a fool to think he could go up against Green. But this solution has so many possibilities. Do you realise this could be integrated into Two’s cahelium hull and she would be able to heal damage midflight? Four would be able seal herself in an underwater emergency. So brilliant.”

Virgil stared at the engineer. He didn’t think he had ever heard Brains say so many words in a row. And his stutter had disappeared two sentences in.

“What did you say about sealing Four, Brains?” Gordon’s ears had obviously pricked up at the mention of his ‘bird.

Brains’ attention was immediately drawn to the aquanaut, his verbal diarrhoea spilling all over Gordon and freeing Virgil.

Taking the opportunity, he pulled out his phone and brought up the website.

Shit!

He had notifications enough to clog his inbox. Due to the early hour, his phone was still on silent and he hadn’t heard any of them. A quick glance identified several prominent names and universities.

Shit. His eyes widened.

He glanced up at his family who were now eagerly discussing safety seals for Thunderbird Four. Even Scott’s eyes were wide and enthusiastic.

Shit.

Um.

Yeah.

He needed more coffee.

-o-o-o-

V. T. Green

[juli-sama]

hii!! could you do a sp character x fem!reader playing video game really late?? sorry if its confusing! first time askin haha <3

Hey guys, this on landed on my like "private"?? (no idea what to call this blog) blog because the ask got send here.

You dont need to follow this one, dont worry XD

Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I wrote, even if I feel like I didnt do so well. ಥ_ಥ

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the boys x fem!Reader - Video game weekends!

Cartman:

Cartman is the type of person that stays awake the whole weekend to play. Only if it’s a good game of course.

So, staying up with you is really no problem.

Between you too, you’d probably fall asleep first since he is so used to staying up.

He will still be surprised about the whole thing. A girl. Staying up late. To play videogames?

He sure learned something new that time.

Cartman is one of the best people to lean on to sleep, since he is pretty cuddly.

Stan:

This boy will bath in energy drinks.

He needs them to stay awake, or he will just fall sleep eventually with a controller in his hand.

The idea of staying up late and play video games? He loves it to pieces.

He’s down to play whatever.

Just dance on the Wii? Yes.

Smash Bros on the Switch? Yes.

Story driven game on the console, where you change who plays after a chapter? Hell yes.

He’s also a snack master. He will get everything for a perfect gaming night.

Kyle:

Kyles’s mum will 100% make every snack possible when she hears you come over to play video games.

Kyle will be embarrassed when she comes in to give you more food, but calm down, once you tell him you like that she does that.

He doesn’t really care what you guys play, as long as its not super boring or not his interest.

He is willing tp try anything but will honestly tell you if he hates what you picked.

You two would eventually fall asleep, leaning on each other, controllers still in hand.

Sheila would secretly take a photo of it.

Kenny:

If you hang out at his place, Karen will be with you until she falls asleep, and Kenny has to carefully carry her to her room.

Kenny is a master at staying up.

After such a weekend you wonder if Kenny ever really sleeps.

You don’t see him sleep; he’s just always awake.

He is still awake when you slowly drift to sleep, and he is already up and making breakfast the next morning before you even get the chance to roll out of bed.

Kenny can’t offer to bring any games or even provide a console, so it’s a standard that you either stay at your place or you bring your stuff to his.

He’s super thankful for that, won’t complain about whatever game you want to play and takes care of snacks in return.

You just don’t know where he gets those from.

Butters:

Butters has an Xbox but he barley plays on it.

He prefers his Switch (special Animal Crossing edition) much more and so you guys manly play on the old Wii he has or the multiplayer switch games.

Be careful though, as Butters will probably beat you in Mario Party or Mario kart every time.

He knows all the minigames by heart and is an absolute God in Mario kart.

But he’s a really enjoyable companion anyway.

You can try to persuade him to play other games with you.

Butters will eventually around two in the morning tell you its late and then you guys will stop playing to sleep.

Clyde:

He will bring sweets and get high on sugar.

Clyde stays awake because of all the sugar intake, be it gummi bears that he stuffs inside his mouth (he will do a fist full and show you how many he can fit inside his mouth) or the liters of cola he downs all night.

Around five in the morning he will have a tummy ache and fall asleep while crying about how much it hurts.

Clyde is one of the few people who take just dance super serious and he’s a master. Good luck beating him.

Clyde is open to any kinds of games, but prefers fun multiplayer games like Mario party or Smash Bros.

Falling asleep eventually with him means that you two will be all sprawled out on the floor, the game you played still running.

Token:

Token isn’t that used to staying up late.

He sure can stay up late sometimes, but almost every weekend, like some people he knows? Nope.

Anything you need for a perfect gaming night he will get.

New game? He has it. A Snack you like? Already there in neat bowls. Some drink you fancy? Prepared before you arrived.

He always wants you to choose the game and makes sure you are 100% comfortable and happy.

Token will always have a pair of sweatpants at his place that he gives you, so you can be comfortable. If you ask nicely, he might even give you (happily) a sweatshirt.

At 3 in the morning, he would maybe ask if you’re tired. If you are, great, he will suggest sleeping. If not, he will down an energy drink and stay awake with you.

Craig:

Craig is a big stargazing fan, so its normal for him to be awake when no one else is.

So when you asked if you guys can do all-nighter videogame marathon, he was on board.

If you do it at his place, you will have Stripe in your lap at some point.

Don’t come at Craig with Mario party or something… He is more of a horror game fan. Resident Evil Village, Outlast, The Evil Within.

He will at some point give in and let you choose something.

Around one in the morning he will ask you if you want to go and stargaze.

If you agree, he will make sure to show you everything that there is to see.

Should you get sleepy, Craig will gladly offer himself up as a pillow to sleep on.

If Craig gets sleepy, he will just chill on the bed, and slowly drift to sleep, smiling while he is thinking about you.

Tweek:

Tweek runs on caffein and like Cartman, he has absolutely no trouble staying awake for long periods of time.

Don’t worry, you will be able to match him if you stay over, since his parents will make sure that you also get enough of their homemade coffee™.

He’s open to play whatever and to your surprise he has some hidden gems on his PlayStation that are super fun with him.

He will 100% bake for you guys whenever you make gaming nights and make them fit what you play.

You agreed to play a horror game together?

Get ready for horror themed cupcakes!

If you fall asleep somewhere late in the night, he will probably stay up and just chill next to you.

Jimmy:

Mario party? Mario party.

Jimmy and you will know every minigame by heart once you’re done.

You don’t know how, but no matter how much you play, it just doesn’t get boring with him.

If you do get sick of playing with Mario and his friends, Jimmy will show you his collection of interactive story games. Detroit become Human, Telltale games, Life is Strange, Until Dawn and the likes.

Debating with him what’s the best path or choosing the obvious bad or awkward choices are fun.

Misses Valmer will gladly bring you some chips or bring you something to drink ever so often.

Sleep? For the weak.

When you’re with Jimmy, he is pure entertainment, and you just can’t get tired.

Jimmy himself is just super eager to do all kinds of stuff with you, so that keeps him awake.

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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