#now he can't be surprised if you 'accidentally' send him some more in the new piece you just ordered

[shotmrmiller]

getting a cute set of undergarments for yourself, stockings and all, because you've yourself a date that weekend after months of celibacy due to work and you feel so good in it that you take a couple of pictures with your phone and that's that. (gotta be your own hype man, yknow?)

until the next time you group up with the boys for a drink or three and realize that simon has one of the photos you took last weekend as the wallpaper on his ratty phone.

guess that's why he doesn't have it on his person often.

[lostreverb]

need a colin zabel fic where you are his annoying co worker yapping about your day while sitting on his desk (and on his files) swinging your feet and accidentally brushing your foot against his inner thigh and it makes things very much awkward and definitely brings up many feelings to the surface🩷

one on one

(colin zabel x reader) in where bothering your favorite co-worker results in something more than you expected... content: fluff, colin being a tired cutie a/n: this request was sooooo cute, thank you for sending it in! i love writing this man he's the sweetest ever.

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"hey, you’re back!" you say, standing from your desk as colin walks past. without a second thought, you fall into step beside him, weaving through the bustling precinct as the noise of ringing phones and low chatter surrounds you.

"hey, y/l/n," he murmurs, glancing at you briefly before his eyes go back to the case file in his hand.

"a bunch of us are heading to the bar tonight," you say, nudging him lightly. "you in?"

he sighs, his shoulders slumping just a little. "uh… i don’t think i can—"

"colin, c'mon." you raise an eyebrow, keeping your tone light but insistent.

"i’m alright, really."

"seriously," you say, quickening your pace to get ahead of him, backing into his office until you feel the hard edge of his desk and hop up onto it. "that case can wait. you need a break, or you’re gonna burn out and be no use to anyone."

he stops short, eyes narrowing a bit, and lifts an eyebrow. "you’re sitting on my files."

"i… realize that now," you say with a small, sheepish smile. "but this works in my favor. i haven’t seen you all day. can we just talk for a minute?"

knowing you won’t take no for an answer, colin sighs, placing the file in his hand beside you, signaling that you have his attention. you launch into your day—going over the calls you took, the quirky regulars, and the case you were working on. but after a while, you notice colin’s mind has drifted; he’s listening, but his focus is… somewhere else, his arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"earth to zabel—hello?" you nudge his leg playfully, and just then he snaps out of it, seeming to have had some realization. he reaches for his files, but you shift to block his path, mirroring his movements.

"colin."

he stops, and without thinking, you place a hand on his chest to balance yourself on the desk's edge. the warmth and firmness catch you off guard, and when his gaze drops to your hand, then meets yours, heat rises to your cheeks. he’s waiting for you to say something, but all you can think about is… well, him.

"someone’s been working out…" you mumble, barely realizing the words have slipped out.

colin blinks, his own face turning red. "um, what?"

oh god, did you really just say that out loud?

"nothing—sorry." you stammer, quickly removing your hand.

he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i'm glad someone noticed. didn’t think it was showing yet."

"that makes it sound like you're pregnant"

"i- you know what i mean"

"anyways… uh—are you coming tonight?" you ask, watching as colin moves around to the other side of his desk, meticulously organizing a pile of files. he seems almost too focused on straightening the edges and aligning them, as if using the task to avoid your question.

finally, he looks up, giving you apologetic smile. "rain check?"

you groan in exaggerated disappointment, crossing your arms. "seriously?"

"hey—tell you what." he points at you with a small grin, as if making an official deal. "i'll take you to that, er, new place downtown you’ve been wantin' to try."

you blink, surprised. that restaurant was fancier than you’d expected him to suggest. "that’s… expensive," and intimate, you think, though you keep that part to yourself.

colin shrugs, nonchalant. "it's no problem," he says, then quickly adds, "i mean, of course, only if you're comfortable. we can just hit the bar or whatever if that's more your style."

you can't quite figure out how to respond to that, so you fall back on your usual banter. “you sure you want more one-on-one time with me?”

his expression shifts in an instant, eyes widening as he realizes how his offer sounds—like he just asked you out on a real, actual dinner date. he flushes a little, rubbing the back of his neck once again. "is that… is that a problem?" he asks, the tone of his voice dropping slightly.

you tilt your head, feeling mischevious now that the tables have turned. "not really," you say with a grin. "for me, at least. you, on the other hand… well, you’re about to lose that whole ‘working out’ physique pretty fast.”

he laughs a little. "i think i’ll survive."

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tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath @honeymoon8 @wcnderlnds @lacucarachapisser @xrag-dollx @oceanblvd111 @andiloveher @vi0l3tgard3ns

[another-lost-mc]

Hey<3

I hope you're having a lovely day like you♡

I have a lil request which is OM brothers accidentally hitting MC maybe in the face or smth.

Thank you in advance ☺

a/n: considering the daily chaos that ensues at the HoL, I could see a lot of accidents happening. plus, they're demons—maybe they forget their own strength, y'know?

➤ when accidents happen | the demon brothers

1.1k words | sfw | hurt/comfort | gn!reader

Lucifer makes a grab for someone—probably Mammon or Satan—who ducks behind you at the last moment, causing his hand to swipe across your cheek or forehead instead. You rub the sore spot and start sputtering angrily at them, glaring back and forth between Lucifer's bewildered expression and the guilty face of the sibling he was reaching for. Their little fight is momentarily forgotten when they both comfort you and make sure you're okay. Lucifer feels the most guilt and over the next few days, you catch him staring at your face like he's trying to make absolutely sure you're not injured or holding a grudge against him. He eventually remembers how this whole situation started, and his sibling's delayed punishment is much more severe because you were caught in the crossfire.

Mammon nearly crashes into you in his rush to escape Lucifer or Levi's wrath. You have no idea what the shouting down the hall is about—maybe he spent too much money at the casino again or maybe he broke something valuable. All you know is that you're heading to the library and minding your own business when Mammon comes tearing around the corner at lightning-fast speed. It's comical how quickly his expression morphs from surprise to horror when he realizes you're in his path. He grazes your side even though he changes direction to avoid hitting you head-on. He loses his balance and the momentum sends him crashing to the floor. Whoever was chasing him catches up to him and there's gonna be hell to pay, but Mammon managed to avoid seriously hurting you and that's all he really cares about.

Levi shifts into his demon form when he's cuddled with you in his tub but he doesn't always realize it. You wake up most mornings with his tail wrapped around part of you: your arm, your waist, one of your legs. When Levi gets excited, his tail thumps against the porcelain. (You can't help but think about an excited dog wagging his tail, but you keep that comparison to yourself.) You usually fall asleep curled around each other, but sometimes his tail flails around enough that it wakes you up. Tonight his tail flicks roughly against the tip of your nose, and your eyes water from surprise and the initial burst of pain. You're fine again within a couple minutes, but that doesn't stop Levi from apologizing profusely and he nearly sobs with embarrassment over the whole thing.

Satan has better control over his frustration and rage now than when you first met him, but he still needs some sort of outlet when he feels overwhelmed. He usually storms off to his room and deals with it privately. You've offered him the solution of screaming into a pillow, but it's not soothing for him like it can be for you. He often destroys something instead—ripping a book to shreds (and regretting it later) or throwing something against the wall. Whatever's in his hand becomes collateral damage. If he forgets you're in his room too, it can be dangerous. He's never thrown something at you, but poor aim and bad luck means that whatever he sends flying against the wall can ricochet into pieces and hit you after. It's like a bucket of cold water dumping over his head when your little noise of surprise catches his attention, and he fusses over you endlessly while he makes sure you're not really hurt. He doesn't think it's funny when you grin and remind him that you're still in better shape than his now-destroyed coffee mug is.

Asmo rarely hurts you even by accident, and usually it's in silly moments of clumsy excitement. Today he painted his nails with a new nail art technique he hasn't tried before. You both lean down at the same time to admire his work and his forehead smacks into yours. You're both a little stunned and your eyes water from the shock rather than actual pain. He breaks out into giggles when you whine his name and try to blame him even though it's really no one's fault. Asmo accepts responsibility anyway and he apologizes profusely, but he hesitates to hug you when his nails are still wet and tacky with polish. He opens his arms wide so you can wrap your arms around his chest instead. He peppers your head with kisses and promises to make it up to you as soon as his nails are dry.

Usually Beel polishes off all the leftovers at dinner. Some nights you want extra helpings too, and it's like a mad dash to help yourself before Beel does. Tonight you both reach for the dish of hellfire scalloped potatoes at the same time. Your fingers grab the side of the dish first, but his fingers squeeze around yours immediately after. His grip is tight—too tight—and you wince from the pressure of his fingers digging into your hand and the uncomfortable heat of the ceramic dish against your palm. Mammon grabs his fork and stabs Beel's hand with it on your behalf. Beel looks so guilty when he pulls his arm away and insists that you can have the rest. His stomach growls in protest, but you know it was an accident and you're not really hurt. After you shake the stiffness from your fingers, you scoop some of the food onto his plate before helping yourself to the rest. Later on, he offers to take you out for ice cream as an apology.

When Belphie sleeps, he has some cursory awareness of what's going on around him but he tries to block it out. He's not easy to move around, either—his body is like dead weight, heavy and awkward and unyielding. When you nap together, he usually falls asleep and doesn't move around too much. You might scoot away when his body next to yours causes you to overheat, but he tends to stay exactly how he is. It's days when he has active dreams or bad nightmares that things can get a little awkward. He might wrap an arm around you suddenly and it's nearly impossible to wiggle free, and sometimes his tail makes an appearance and drapes over you when he feels particularly clingy. Sometimes your arm ends up pinched against the mattress after he rolls on top of you in his sleep. He'll wake up when he realizes it's you trying to get his attention, but his apologies for nearly crushing you don't sound very sincere. Once he's lifted himself off you, he lets you get repositioned first then he cuddles up beside you again. As he drifts off to sleep, he grumbles under his breath about how it couldn't have been that bad.

[envies-writing-corner]

"What if I left?"

Synopsis: With a previously "gifted kid" partner who's burnt out and questions if NRC would be better off without them.

Genre: Angst

Contains: Jamil Viper, Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Rook Hunt

CW: panic attacks, thoughts of not being good enough, overthinking, talk of sewerslide, etc. Not Proofread

Word Count: 1.3k

Yes we are ignoring the fact that this was accidentally deleted from my drafts and was a request.

Part 1, Part 2

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You sighed shakily as you stepped out of the classroom and into the crowded hallways, clutching your folders to your chest as you tried to force down the lump in your throat. How did it come to this? You were the 'gifted kid' in your world, had excelled in these new classes during your first few months and even helped tutor Ace when he was failing. Now, you had forgotten your assignment for Professor Crewel, been late to nearly every class today, and had gotten failing marks on two tests. What happened...?

It didn't matter at this point, all you knew was the tears were coming and fast, you couldn't cry, not here, not in front of everyone. You just had to breathe, right...? When did It become so difficult to breathe? Your mind was running miles a minute as you pushed through the crowd, not caring who you accidentally ran into, mumbling quiet apologies as you tried to run, not expecting your partner to find you.

Jamil Viper

"Prefect!" The vice-housewarden called after you, stunned in place after having your body slam against his in the hallway, watching your quickly retreating form for a second before running after you. Despite how fast you were, he saw the tears beginning to slip down your cheeks, he heard the hitching in your breaths. Every thought besides you left his mind, it no longer mattered that he would be late to class, or that he wouldn't have everything ready for Kalim's party this weekend. You were more important.

Jamil followed you all the way back to Ramshackle, gently opening the door to come face to face with your curled up form on the barely standing couch, head in your knees as sobs wracked through your body. His gaze softened as he closed the door behind him and kneeled in front of you, heart clenching at the sight of his lover in shambles.

A kind hand on your knee pulled you from your crying fit and surprised the boy as you pushed yourself off the couch , sending yourself flying into his arms as you hid your face in his neck, breath hitching and getting stuck in your throat as your body wracked with desperate cries.

"Oh Jamil...! I can't stand it anymore, I'm so tired of it all... I'm done with being Crowley's punching bag, I'm done with being not good enough for this school...!" you cried out, completely breaking down as the vice-housewarden gently shushed you, rubbing your back gently, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head and temple, wanting to help soothe you before things got worse in your mind,

"Please love... Calm down, it'll be ok... You're more than enough for this school, and you're enough for me. I promise you'll be ok." He whispered, tightening his arms around your waist as he gently cradled your head against his neck.

Leona Kingscholar

The lion jolted awake as the doors to the botanical gardens slammed open, quickly followed by the sound of your hysteric crying and sharp breaths. He watched from afar as you kneeled in front of the small pond, tears dripping into the still water making it ripple your reflection. Hands coming up to cover your face as you curled in on yourself, coughing out sobs as your chest began to burn from the lack of air.

Leona frowned as he carefully got up and squatted next to you, placing a hand on your head, not expecting your to turn and collapse against his form, your sobs no longer being held back as you clutched his shirt for some kind of way to ground yourself. The prince took a moment to fully grasp the situation before sighing and holding you close.

"Herbivore, you better have a good reason for interrupting my nap." He tried to joke, the tone of his voice making it clear there was no real annoyance behind his words, but it was the exact opposite of what you needed to hear right now. Instead of making you feel better, he had made you cry harder, unknowingly affirming the dark thoughts swirling in your mind.

"I can't do it anymore... I want to disappear, Leona! I'm not enough anymore, no one would care anyways... I'm just an errand dog to Crowely, and all I've done is make your life harder..." You whimpered out, more tears slipping down your cheeks as they dissolved into Leona's shirt. Your lover frowned as he laid back, pulling you on top of his chest and whispered to you.

"More people love you than you think, and I can say with full confidence that you're the most important person in my life, so don't go dying on me. Ok?"

Malleus Draconia

It wasn't even the dragon fae who found you sitting in the mirror hall during the middle of class, bawling your eyes out into your knees as scattered papers surrounded your curled up form. It was Lilia who initially sat with you until you felt better enough to return to classes, letting you release all the stress and sadness that was building up, letting you vent until no words would leave your lips. Once situated back in your next class, the vice-housewarden went straight to Malleus, telling the prince how things seemed to be getting worse and worse the longer you stayed here. The campus had never emptied out quicker than it did when the students saw the looming green-tinted storm clouds.

Malleus was already waiting at Ramshackle for you by the time you'd been able to leave the college, a sympathetic look on his stoic features as he stood there, arms already open to welcome you into a hug. It didn't take long for the waterworks to start up again as you buried your face against the male's chest, sniffling as he held you close, combing his fingers through your hair to help calm you.

"Child of man, Lilia informed me of your situation, how you wish to leave from this world permanently. I know it's not much, but I'll always be here to aid you when things grow sour." He'd speak softly, helping you inside the dorm building you called home, closing the door gently behind you both. The events afterwards of cuddling and long speeches of his love for you was only for you two to share.

Rook Hunt

The hunter had taken notice of your feelings long before they bubbled over, already informing Vil of his absence from the dorm for tonight. Rook sighed as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, one hand holding a bouquet of flowers to your chest, wanting to make you smile instead of the tears that are spilling from your precious face.

"Mon Amour, you don't need to speak, I know... Your disappearance would break my heart, leaving me a shell of the man you love." He'd whisper against your temple, leading you away from crowded areas, letting you take the blossoms before cupping your face and resting your foreheads together, wiping away any tears that threatened to spill. He'd do everything in his power to cheer you up, using the most flowery words that you know he fully believes, leaving little love notes around the ramshackle dorm for you to find along with little trinkets that would remind him of you.

Rook would sit with you as you slowly calm down, pressing kisses to your eyelids to cease the bubbled liquid that fell from them, brushing your hair behind your ear before lifting you, all of his attention focused on chasing away any nasty and terrible thoughts that might still remain. "Mon chéri(e), never doubt yourself, if only you could see the way I view you. Maybe then, this way of thinking would vanish and you could smile once more..."

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Authors Note: I lost so much motivation while writing this, BECAUSE IT DELETED RIGHT AS I FINISHED :,) so I apologize for how bad the writing got during Rook's part. Whoever requested this, thank you requesting and I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG T-T

[failing-to-write-again]

What would it be like waking up with Shu, Reiji, or Ruki?

So sorry I didn't see this Tumblr did not send me a notification!

But thank you for the ask and I will answer all three!!!

Under the cut because my writing is long and I might be mildly suggestive but nothing explicit!

Shu

I imagine waking with Shu would feel like a Saturday morning in Winter, where the heating is on and your bed is so warm and outside it's a cool snowy light.

Rolling over and feeling the slight chill of the vampire, his chest cool but the arm you slept on warmed by your body heat.

I think Shu, as a more subtle romantic, would enjoy like sleeping naked or at least shirtless with you. While throwing perverted comments around to deflect from showing his true sappy side, yet never actually going further then running his fingers along your spine as he holds you against himself slowly heating up.

Hearing him deeply inhale and stir as he feels your movement, eyes opening slightly and smiling before nuzzling between the pillows and your hair. A grumble of protest at having been disturbed.

If it is a weekend or holiday you give in easily resettling into the peaceful feeling of simple having skin contact with someone so intimately. Shu lifting the covers to cover you more as goosebumps cover your body slightly due to his lower body temperature.

A personal head cannon is that after you began to have an actual close relationship he would have servants bring hot water bottles to your room close to bed so you didn't have to be as effected by his chill. However by morning the once warm devices are now useless, yet he's less cold after a night of having you next to him.

Eventually you may try coax him awake. As he hides himself against your neck, feeling him voice complaints in a gravelly morning voice against your skin.

"My princess is so pushy, just rest order the servants to do the stupid errands. They're yours now."

Reiji

Reiji could go one of two ways depending on the day. A busy day or a holiday. Either way I think his room would feel fresh but still warm to wake in.

On the average day Reiji wakes you either accidentally as he gets dressed and ready for the day, or with a drink and some breakfast delivered personally to your room. He claims it's to prevent your morning mood effecting the household but it is actually to just keep you to himself a moment longer even if it's while you're both busy preparing for a long day ahead.

He runs his fingers through your hair to wake you, slowly massaging your scalp. You'd be surprised that it doesn't put you deeper asleep.

On the rare days he doesn't feel the need to wake as early he's sensual and soft. Rare for someone as prim and proper as him.

It's canon from the sleeping with a vampire audios that Reiji wears silk pajamas and bed sheets with high quality mattresses. I see him ordering you matching pajamas and night dresses in similar designs to his and he secretly waits until you get yours on before changing. He refused to admit when he's sweet. He melts when you sleep in his shirt after nightly romps in the sheets.

Ever the leading partner, you wake up being spooned by him either facing him or with you back against his chest and his face buried in your hair. You used to worry about it irritating him at first until one night you felt him nuzzle against it intentionally as he smelt the shampoo you had recently used.

Like Shu I feel he would do things to motivate the temperature difference. However maybe an electric blanket or a potion that will last the entire night.

Deepest as morning voice, grainy too completely unlike his firm even tone when awake. It's a personal side only you see. And forget Shu being the lazy one when Reiji has the time to sleep in with you. The man is begging for 5 more minutes.

"My love, stay...hm? Need a drink? I left one on the nightstand. ... You can't reach it?... Cruel woman treating your lover like this."

Ruki

Ruki's room must smell like candles and new books. A nice toasty feeling to wake to.

Clingy is the best way to describe how I feel he sleeps. So scared you may slip through his fingers or leave like others before, Ruki holds you close as you sleep.

I imagine he sleeps on his stomach due to having to sleep like that for so long after he initially got the scars on his back. His arm around your waist and head turned to rest abobe your shoulder.

The exception being when he reads a book to help you sleep. You lay, head against his chest or in his lap as he sits against a pile of pillows. You wake to his head against yours and the book left open on his lap as his arms encircle you.

Ever the slight sadist, on days you need to be up faster he might lightly pinch your sides to wake you. Chuckling as you squirm and complain at the rude awakening. Kissing you forehead in apology.

During nights where he has particularly bad nightmares you may have to wake him. Holding him against your chest and brushing through his hair as you comfort him best you can. You don't know when you both nod back off but you wake the next day to him still there resting more peaceful than ever. That being said night terrors have decreased drastically since you began to share a bed.

After you both wake up properly he holds you in his lap as you discuss your plans for the day. He takes his time laying kisses along your shoulders and down your sternum, a personal good luck ritual that makes the day a little easier to begin.

"Hm... where do you think your going? I assume like me you don't want to leave my side yet. Especially with those fingers tracing along my body. How shameless."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O bought a Roomba,

taped a knife to it,

gave it a name tag with the name ‘Mr Stabby’,

and set it loose.

(main boys, please)

Love your stories!

Undertale Sans - One day you don't find your Roomba and discover Sans took it for a walk only to get a reaction out of the people in the street. He can't get over Mr Stabby. It's his new pet and his best friend.

Undertale Papyrus - He adds googly eyes on the Roomba so it looks even more ridiculous doing its task. It makes his brain happy to watch it clean the house while carrying its little knife. And it prevents him from doing chores he doesn't want to do. His ADHD is satisfied.

Underswap Sans - He's not sure what to think of Mr Stabby. First of all, he never saw a Roomba before and it scared the hell out of him the first time he saw it. But now? Now this poor thing looks ridiculous. It's small with a knife bigger than him. Who is it going to scare? If you wanted a guard dog... Adopt a guard dog???

Underswap Papyrus - He replaces the knife with a flower every time he sees it and now it's a daily battle between you two over Mr Stabby or Mr Flower. Come on, the Roomba is clearly cuter with a little flower, why would you tape a knife on it? The battle became so intense you're both using super strong tape to discourage the other now.

Underfell Sans - The thing is staring at him. Menacingly. Red hates it. Somehow, the Roomba cornered him and now he's shooting distressed glances towards his S/O. Help? The hell is this thing? He doesn't want it inside his house, get rid of it! He's going to have quite a few jumpscares in the next few days. He really doesn't like it.

Underfell Papyrus - He calls it Hellbringer. Now he has two weapons of massive destruction by his side. You cringe as he starts to laugh maniacally like an epic villain, carrying both his cat and the Roomba above his head. Ok....

Horrortale Sans - He's in a corner, growling at the Roomba. The thing surprised him while he was napping and now he distrusts it completely. Still, the Roomba refuses to hear his warning and comes closer. So Oak picks up the Roomba and explodes it in the wall lol. Rip Roomba.

Horrortale Papyrus - He didn't pay attention and accidentally walked on the Roomba... And on the knife. Now he's looking at you with sad offended eyes. You did that to him, feel guilty now! He's too tall to always watch where his feet are going!

Swapfell Sans - He refuses to get down the couch. This is witchcraft. He didn't touch the Roomba and it still activated on its own. This is some supernatural shit. Every time the Roomba gets close, he hisses angrily and tries to jump higher on the couch out of fear the thing will attack him. It's not funny! You still wonder how that coward is somehow the general of the royal guard.

Swapfell Papyrus - It's hilarious! He quickly understands the power of the Roomba on his brother and he keeps using it to traumatize him. His favorite thing is to hide it under Nox's bed, waiting for his brother to come in, and then activate it just to hear Nox's screams of panic as he tries to escape the evil robot. He will never get tired of this. His dream is to send Evil Roomba on live TV during a meeting with Toriel to see his brother freak out and the Queen completely panic over the reaction of her main counselor.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not impressed. He simply glares at you in a silent "Are you serious?" way. This thing looks ridiculous. The next day, he tells you he fix it. Mr Stabby is now covered with barbed wire and has a chainsaw. He even added an autodestruction device so he could explode in the face of the enemy. Uh. You're not sure about that feature honestly.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He met Mr Stabby for ten seconds but if something happens to him, he's going to kill everyone in the room and then himself. He insists Mr Stabby sleeps with you two in bed as it's obvious it's your adopted child. You never knew the Roomba was that big before you had to sleep with it. Coffee is very happy though.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Me and the Ring

Part 2 of Me or the Ring

Pairing: Hal Jordan x fem!reader

Summary: After Hal broke your heart and failed his mission, the Guardians send Kyle to pick up where he left off. You can't trust Hal, but that doesn't mean you don't love him.

Warnings: angst to fluff, some suggestiveness/objectification (it's innocent, just Hal Jordan flirting), lots of DC Lantern lore references. ignore the incorrect timeline of the GLs

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

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Masterlist | DC/Hal Jordan Masterlist

Coast City isn’t the same without Hal Jordan. Every time you see Green Lantern fly across the sky or a picture of him on the news, you miss your Flyboy a little more. Leaving Hal was the right choice, or so you keep telling yourself. As you walk out of a mediocre coffee shop, because you’re too nervous and heartbroken to return to the one where you met Hal, you accidentally bump into someone.

“Sorry,” you murmur without looking up.

“I’m not,” the man replies.

You glance up at his face before dropping your eyes again. He moves his arm, and you see something green reflect the sunlight.

“I’m not interested,” you say. “Excuse me.”

“Look, I know I started poorly,” the man continues, moving to block your path. “But let me start over? My name’s Kyle.”

“Okay. Kyle, get out of my way.”

“Where’s Gardner?” Kilowog mumbles. “Guardians sent ‘em both, but I ain’t seen him since we left.”

“I’m not worried about Guy,” Hal replies. “She keeps backing up. She’s different than she was with me. This is all my fault, Kilowog.”

“You’re right, poozer. But don’t give your apology to me.”

Hal sighs as he watches you. He can’t hear, but Kilowog’s Bolovaxian ears pick up every catch of your breath.

“Hal,” he grunts. “He’s taking her somewhere.”

Kyle sighs, and when his shoulder rolls back, you see the unmistakable ring on his finger. Another Green Lantern. As if one breaking your heart wasn’t enough, they still think you are guilty of some intergalactic crime spree.

“Kyle, I’m late for a meeting. Maybe I could give you my number?” you suggest.

Playing along seems like the best option. He smiles and moves again, blatantly showing off the ring. You accept his phone and input a fake name and a fake number.

“Now, lying isn’t nice,” Kyle says as he takes his phone back.

“What?”

“That’s not your name.”

You take a step back as your face drops in worry. Hal was never this pushy, and you wish he was here now. Before you can turn on your heel to run, Kyle reaches out and wraps a hand around your arm.

“If you don’t willingly go back to Oa and confess to your crimes, I will drag you across the worst planets I can think of on the way,” he threatens quietly.

You fumble with your phone at your side, navigating to your favorite contacts with only one name in mind.

“C’mon, you’re my girl,” Hal murmurs as he watches Kyle lean in to speak. “You know what to do. Don’t trust him.”

“She just said your name,” Kilowog announces.

A single second later, Hal’s phone rings. At the same time, a sapphire portal opens behind you and Kyle. Hal is angry for you, at Kyle, at the situation, but he doesn’t bother to answer your call as Kyle pulls you closer.

“Rayner,” Hal greets as he lands beside you. “Let her go.”

You lean toward Hal, and Kyle’s eyes remain on the opening portal.

“This isn’t over, Jordan,” he responds. “She’s coming back to Oa.”

“Don’t do this,” Kilowog says as he lands behind Kyle.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Kilowog, another Green Lantern. Hal steps closer to you, and you find comfort in his proximity. The other Green Lantern is large, but he seems to be with Hal, unlike Kyle.

“Last chance,” Hal tells Kyle. “Don’t make this worse.”

Sapphire sparks fly off the portal as it reaches its peak. Kyle hesitates before releasing his grip on you. His suit forms around him before he flies away, but you use your new freedom to turn toward Hal. You grip his suit, although you’re surprised you can actually feel it, and hide your face against his chest.

“This is Kilowog,” Hal says calmly. He presses a hand against your back to keep you close before promising, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, pretty girl.”

As Kilowog steps back urgently, you anticipate that Hal will break yet another promise. The portal begins shrinking suddenly, and Kilowog yells something before an unseen force pulls you closer to the pink circle.

When you open your eyes, Kilowog groans in a language you don’t recognize. You step back, out of Hal’s hold, and look around.

“Where are we?” you ask softly.

“Zamaron,” Kilowog answers.

“Why can I breathe?”

“My ring,” Hal says. “I can create an atmosphere for you.”

“How am I supposed to go home?”

“I’ll get you home, I promise.”

“Stop promising! Tell me how!” you demand.

Hal sees the fear in your eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t know yet,” he admits.

“Okay. What now?”

“Hal!” Kilowog alerts. “We’ve got company.”

“Hello,” a pink-skinned woman says as she lands before you.

Hal moves quickly to press himself against your back. You want to find comfort in the touch, but you’re terrified and don’t want to fall for another Hal Jordan trick.

“The Guardians- the guys who make the rings thought you were working with her,” Hal whispers.

You turn to look over your shoulder with wide eyes. The accusations have a new layer of unbelievability, now. There’s a sapphire ring on her finger, and when she doesn’t acknowledge the Green Lanterns with you, you tense your shoulders nervously.

“I’m sorry,” Hal adds.

“Save it,” you snap. “Tell me when you get me back to Coast City.”

Hal nods, and you turn away. There are more women before you now, and you unconsciously lean against Hal before he is pulled away.

“Take the men to their quarters,” the woman commands. “Welcome to Zamaron, human.”

“Where are you taking my friends?” you ask.

One of the women lays a hand on your back, but you step forward to preserve your personal space. They let you follow at your own pace, though they do not answer your question.

“Where did you take them?” you repeat loudly.

“Do not be concerned. Our atmosphere has adapted to your presence, so you no longer need the men to protect you,” someone answers.

“We are taking you to my palace,” the first woman says. “I am the current leader of Zamaron, and I would like to extend our hospitality to you.”

“I would appreciate a plane ticket home a bit more than hospitality,” you argue.

“In time. You will have the chance to return home, I assure you.”

You continue in silence. The palace appears as you turn a corner, and you wonder where Hal and Kilowog are. If you needed him, could he come? Would he?

“We have to get out of here, Kilowog,” Hal says before hitting the prison bars again.

“You know we can’t,” Kilowog replies.

“She is out there alone! I’m not going to just sit here and accept my fate!”

“I’m not tellin’ you too, poozer. I’m sayin’ that you need a new approach. You’re not a hero, remember?”

Hal nods as he begins pacing. “Right. I’m not a hero. But I am a Flyboy.”

Kilowog agrees before asking, “Is this a translation problem or are you making up words?”

“They’re going to offer her a ring, Kilowog,” Hal says. “I trust her, but she doesn’t know what the Sapphires do.”

“You broke her heart. If she accepts the ring, you’re her first stop.”

“Trust me. I know.”

“She called for help, Hal. Work on finding a way to do that.”

“You have strong emotions toward the human Lantern,” the leader of Zamaron muses. “Is there love?”

“Not anymore,” you answer.

“I see. My friends and I here are the Star Sapphire Corps. Do you know what that means?”

“I don’t. We humans aren’t well-versed in the whole ring thing.”

She chuckles, her laughter just as royal and majestic as her voice. “Star Sapphires are a race built on love. As our first members said, ‘Life without love is blasphemy.’ Tell me, what would you do for a life of love and power?”

“Work,” you answer. “Love and power aren’t given; they’re earned and created.”

“Poor child, you have no idea of the possibilities in the universe. Accept a ring, join our people, and the life you crave, the love you no longer have, can be yours.”

You shake your head, determined to get off of this planet. “I just want to go home.”

“And you may. A portal can be made available to you.”

“Thank you. Can I see my friends now?”

“I fear you misunderstand. We, women, are the only beings who understand what love truly is. There is no place for men on Zamaron.”

“You’re going to kill them,” you realize. “You kill all men.”

“We free them from their failed responsibilities. They cannot love, so they cannot live.”

“That’s not true.”

“Your Hal Jordan could not love you as you deserve. What proof do you have?”

“I- I can show you.”

“Green Lanterns are not to be trusted. Prove your worth with a ring or return home. Without your unfortunate friends.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before saying, “I would like a ring. Hal Jordan used me, and he must learn what life without love is like. He takes but never gives. It’s my turn.”

Your dramatic speech wins over the Sapphires, and the leader nods. Another Zamaron kneels before you and slides a pink ring onto your finger. Power surges through you as sapphire ribbons circle your form.

“Go and eliminate blasphemy.”

Hal makes using a ring look much easier, and as you shakily take flight, you wish he was here to help you. Here and now, it’s your turn to help him. Hal Jordan hurt you, but he doesn’t deserve to die on an alien planet. As you fly, you use the ring to scan the planet. It happens without much conscious thought, and when you find the prison, you raise your arms and increase your flight speed.

“Hal?” you whisper at the first opening.

“Pipe down,” a woman calls from inside the prison.

The prison is full of men from different planets, but you don’t allow yourself to think about what will happen to them. They need help, but your mission is to free Hal and Kilowog. When the bars beside you shake, you follow the sound of impact around another corner. A large, green bulldozer is ramming into a wall of bars, and you shake your head in concerned amusement before raising your own ring. You form a pink coffee cup, which causes the green machine to disappear.

“Whoa,” Hal says in place of greeting. His eyes are wide at the sight of you, and he asks, “Is that a new outfit?”

“Shut up,” you demand. You haven’t looked down at the skin-tight pink bodysuit more than once, but the mention of it makes you shift uncomfortably. “We need to get out of here.”

“The door won’t open. I’ve tried everything.”

You grab a bar and open the door with minimal effort.

“Your ring’s the wrong color,” you say.

Hal and Jordan step out, and you lower your gaze to the ring momentarily. You shake your hand, and all of the cells open. The men walk out before running for cover.

“How do I get this ring off, Hal?” you ask.

“You have to prove you love and are loved at the same time, with the same person,” Kilowog answers.

“How do you know that?” Hal asks.

“Did you mean any of it? What you said at Ferris Air?” you interrupt.

Hal turns toward you and nods. “I meant all of it.”

You look into his eyes, and he sees that yours have a depth and a hurt that he missed. The hurt is his fault, but what lies behind it caused him to fall in love with you. With your eyes locked, you think about everything that Hal has done to prove he loves you, and then admit to yourself that despite his seeming betrayal and how he used you, you love him, too. The sapphire ring hits the prison floor with a clang and Hal rushes to adjust the atmosphere for you.

“You did it!” he cheers before pulling you into his arms.

“Hal, something’s wrong,” Kilowog says.

You try to agree, but everything goes black before you can.

“Ma’am are you okay?” someone asks above you.

Your head pounds until you open your eyes. The Coast City sky above you is clear and bright, and you sit up quickly at the sight and feel of earth. There’s a crowd around you, but Hal and Kilowog are nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Green Lantern?” you ask.

“He hasn’t been seen in days,” the man kneeling beside you says. “Did you hit your head?”

“I have to go,” you say as you push yourself up to stand.

Several people yell for you to wait, but you run past the coffee shop where you first met Hal on your way home. There’s a list in your mind of things you need to do. First, you have to find some comfort, and then you can worry about Hal and where he is.

“Don’t you people know how to make a phone call?” Hal complains when he realizes he and Kilowog are on Oa. “We would’ve come if you’d just sent an invite.”

“Quiet, Green Lantern Hal Jordan of Sector 2814,” Ganthet demands. “This is a trial, not a debate.”

“A trial for what?” Kilowog asks. “Bein’ imprisoned?”

“The Intergalactic Court sent you to find a woman guilty of murder, yet you allowed her to take you to Zamaron. She has been sent back to Earth, where Green Lantern Guy Gardner will do what you failed to do,” Sayd explains. “Failing in a mission that was requested is punishable to the full extent of Rimbor law.”

“We didn’t fail!” Hal argues. “She is innocent! She saved us from the Sapphires; would a killer do that?”

“Have you any proof?”

Kilowog grumbles before summoning a hologram from his ring. A blurry video of your arrival in the prison plays for the Guardians, who then turn to one another and whisper.

“Can you send me that video?” Hal whispers as he leans toward Kilowog.

“Focus, poozer,” he replies.

“The Guardians have decided to investigate this occurrence in more depth. Green Lanterns Jordan and Kilowog, you are free to go. Be prepared to return to Oa at a moment’s notice,” Ganthet announces.

“Go,” Kilowog demands. “Or you can watch that video in your dreams.”

“I think I’ll do that either way,” Hal says before disappearing into the clouds.

“Where are you, Hal Jordan?” you ask as you click another search result.

Plenty of people have claimed to see Green Lantern today, but none of them are your Flyboy. Someone knocks, and you ignore it as you add “Coast City” to the search again. The knocking continues, and you groan as you stand.

“Coming!” you yell.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Hal says as you pull the door open.

“Hi,” you reply softly. “You know, when I called you this morning, I didn’t expect anything.”

“I’ll always be here for you. You can hate me, tell me you never felt anything, but I’m yours.”

“Hal, I-“

“No. Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know what I’m doing or that I’m relationship material. But I love you, and I will help you no matter when or where. Not because of the ring that I wear, but because of who you are and how wildly in love I am with you.”

You raise your brows as he speaks, and when he finishes you say, “Love. Do you know what that means?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you know I feel the same way. But I can’t let you use me again, Hal.”

“I never thought you were guilty, and I was trying to convince the Guardians to let it go. I’m sorry that I failed and got you into even more trouble.”

“It worked out,” you remind him. “Because I love you.”

Hal smiles and grabs the jacket you’re wearing – his jacket, you remember suddenly – to pull you against his chest. “Thank you,” he murmurs before kissing you.

You grip Hal’s shirt and return the kiss, giving and receiving love at once. Your life hasn’t been short of love since Hal walked into it.

“I love you,” you say as you pull back. “I’m sorry for reacting like I did.”

“I don’t blame you for that. Walking away wasn’t,” Hal hesitates before finishing, “It didn’t change anything for me. Except make me hate myself a little for hurting you.”

“Consider it forgiven and forgotten.”

“You,” Hal says. “I choose you. Tell me that you want me to prove it and I will throw this ring into the sky and let it find a new bearer.”

You purse your lips as you consider how the ring works. When Hal raises his hand, you wrap both of your hands over his knuckles and the ring.

“This ring is part of you, so I love it, too,” you promise.

“You really do love me,” Hal says with a smile.

“Obviously.” You gesture dramatically to his jacket on your arms to reiterate your point.

Hal leans forward and drops his voice to ask, “Enough to find a sapphire outfit? To remember old times?”

You roll your eyes before walking farther into your home. “You wish, Flyboy. The jacket’s as good as it gets for you. At least until you put a ring on my finger.”

[dufferpuffer]

Just read your post about Tonks. Tonks surely was a student of Snape's. Just imagine. Tonks. In Potions. With Snape. Tonks, canonically the clumsiest character of the entire series. Potions. The SUBTLE science and EXACT art of potion-making. NO foolish wand-waving or silly incantations. Tonks is not subtle and exact. Tonks is foolish and silly. And that, to Snape, is INFURIATING. However, Tonks is an Auror. This means Tonks succeeded in getting an Outstanding O.W.L in Potions. This means Tonks took Potions N.E.W.T. This means Snape was probably hoping and praying he would never see her face again after her 5th year but SURPRISE. The girl is SMART and Snape is, unfortunately for him, a fair grader (yes he is idc what people say). I want to see this. I want to see Tonks being an absolute clumsy mess in Potions and Snape being livid but at the same time frustrated because he knows she has potential but she's just not careful and she's witty and talks back and he can't just truly hate her. THIS brings me to the scene in HBP where Tonks brings Harry to the gates after he got knocked out by Malfoy on the train. She sends a Patronous inside the school to get the gates opened. Snape comes and tells her that he noticed her Patronus had changed (now a wolf so cute omg). Therefore, Snape remembers her Patronus from before, but it's like he catches himself and makes a sly remark about her new Patronus being weak because it's a wolf. Like a father disapproving of his daughter's choices for falling in love with a mangy werewolf (love you Remus). Idk I loved that scene because it hints that they have a bit more history together than we think. It could also just be from both being part of the order, but I feel there is a bit more. What do you think dear tumblr friend?

I think she and Snape were buddies. As much 'buddies' as Snape can manage with a student, anyway.

There is a reason Tonks stomachs Moody so well - and its because she's had A LOT of practice with grumpy hard asses. She takes biting comments well, she isn't ever afraid to dish humor back, she knows well when to take things seriously and when to help lighten the mood - handy for people who can't relax easily.

She trained those teeth on Snape, I guarantee it. She LIKES bastards. She enjoys making people happy, she enjoys exceeding expectations, she likes proving herself reliable - and bastards are the hardest to please. She doesn't see blemishes or ugliness or scars - just the person. She likes making them smile.

She's clumsy. She's a disaster. He can't ignore her no matter how much he might want to sometimes - because she might die... ...and yet, her skill is obvious. She pulls through when she needs to. I like to think Potions might have been one of her worst subjects - but she worked hard at it, and enjoyed it, and asked questions.

Not just "Did I chop the Mudwort root thin enough, Sir?" But "Ey, Prof - if this potion utilities the healing properties within the cells of the root, shouldn't we be grinding it rather than slicing it...?" You know. She's actually invested, deeply learning about the topic, willing to experiment. Making him answer with thought. "...No, breaking the cell wall makes it burn away too quickly. We slice thinly to ensure good, even absorption."

And then her cauldron explodes later anyway because she accidentally tipped some leaves in with the slices. Oops. BUT... she will stay behind to fix it. She will ask to practice when she has free time. She isn't talented, nor careful - but its hard not to appreciate her enthusiasm and her dedication to success. He spent a lot of time with her. Being able to mark her a genuine "O" in her NEWTs was one of his proudest moments as a teacher.

Perhaps it's part of why Hermione annoys him so much, too - she appeared like an interested student on the surface, having read her books... but she never stepped the fuck up. She never tried. She never pushed it. She never used her brain. An insufferable know-it-all is ONLY better than a complete dunderhead in that they're safer to have in the classroom. But she doesn't encourage other students learning, she doesn't push herself, she doesn't actually care about the topic... just getting everything right, to prove she is smart or whatever.

Same with Neville: A clumsy oaf that seems to do nothing at all to mitigate that fact. barely even stays behind to clean his own messes. They say Longbottom is 'frightened of him' - well he isn't there to coddle him. He never needed to coddle Tonks. She took his bite as a challenge to do better and soared because of it. She was an oafish moron... but a rare gem.

...And then she started dating FUCKING LUPIN The first thing he said when she was so obviously showing interest it made him feel ill was "...You know he is a werewolf, yes?" And when she responded "Yeah, duh - what of it?" He groaned "Of course... you've never had any common sense..." And the look he snapped at her when she cheekily said "...Gave you hell at school, too - didn't he?"

Tonks teased him. Of course she did. There were days when he walked into class to see she had turned into a foolish version of him... But she knew how to hold back. She is a highly empathetic woman. Even when she was young... the few times she sensed perhaps she went too far: She was mature enough to apologize. Sensitive enough to realize he would not want such apology in front of others, either - and wait till after class to hang her head. It was difficult to stay mad at her. She was just too damn earnest.

In many ways: She reminded him of Lily. Firey, obsessed with magic, popular, friendly - brightened up every room she entered. Seemingly cared about everyone. Even him. It was just... pleasant. Familiar. She was a very different person, of course - but interacting with her felt a little like home. Perhaps a few times a little piece of him slipped out to her - something more juvenile and playful than he has been for years.

...That's what I think, tumblr friend B^) I think its a good thing they didn't find out eachother had died. They would have been distraught for eachother.

But if they both lived...? I think she could have been the thing that healed Snape and Lupins relationship. They both care for her - and can at least be civil with eachother for her sake.

Imagine: post-war family BBQ's with Snape and Lupin arguing over how to cook. Lupin wants to prove himself handy but Snape knows he's fucking useless. (Tonks is the true BBQ dad.) Snape babysitting Teddy. He'd be such a good uncle.

EDIT: Remus and Tonks were BOTH awful at potions. Tonks at least became competent through sheer effort - but they still both go to beg him for help when they need anything. I think Lupin/Tonks/Snape would be fun :^)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

We have a full hcs about a smoll MC, now how about a full hcs about a toll MC who's even more toller than Muriel? :0

The Arcana HCs: When MC is taller than Muriel

~ @zedibleandedible how do you always come up with the cutest ideas??? thank you for sending this in, friend! - brainrot ~

Julian

Very, very attracted to this and doing his best to hide it (he's failing)

So used to being one of the tallest people around that most of his flirtatious moves depend on the focus of his attraction being shorter than he is

Which means he's completely lost on how to approach you

He can't make a path for you through the crowd, he can't hide you behind him, he can't catch you against his chest - hang on a sec

This can go both ways

Now he's employing the reverse of all his tactics

Holding onto your elbow while you make your way through the crowd, tripping and falling constantly so you can catch him against your chest, asking you to grab something or spot someone for him

He could get used to this

He has a whole new perspective shift when your relationship progresses to things like cuddling and kissing, because he has to rethink all the mechanics of it (he's used to bending down for a kiss, not standing on his tiptoes) but he finds he quite likes it

Asra

Has loved you for years and is well-versed in interacting with someone your height (they knew Muriel long before they knew you, and they've known you for nine years now)

Though your height proved to be a challenge when he needed to teach you how to be human again

You had to lean on their shoulders, instead of their elbow, and they accidentally led you into so many door frames, signposts, and shop front awnings

There were also issues inside the shop. As it had been yours for quite some time, you had stored quite a few things on some very tall shelves that Asra couldn't reach without magic. (Or a ladder)

And magic lessons could quickly get out of hand when whatever you were doing ended up out of his reach

"Master, I can't control the fire spell!"

"Bring it down towards me! - wait, not near that shelf! Faust is sleeping in those papers!"

Faust doesn't mind your height at all. She loves hitching joyrides on your shoulders and looking down at all the teeny tiny humans below her

Nadia

When she first visited your shop, and mentioned that you were not the same as you were in her dream, this is what she meant

The truth is that you did appear at your regular height in her dream, but at that point everything seemed so out of wack for her that she assumed you just appeared larger than life

But here you are in real life, and you are in fact very large

Finds your frame impressive and, depending on your preferred aesthetic, is determined to find all the best ways to dress it (you have great potential in capes)

Secretly not that fond of having to look up to talk to you. She's used to being the tall one, or at least the same height

Starts wearing heels

Knows the whole time that it won't make a huge difference, but loves the shift in perspective

Never accepts your offers to grab something she can't reach, but she will ask you to spot someone in a crowd for her. Sometimes. Maybe

You are Chandra's new favorite perch

Muriel

A little surprised when he first met you

Hates to admit it, but he's rarely had to look up to talk to someone and he generally keeps his head down anyways. His neck was so sore the first few weeks he spent interacting with you

Genuinely delighted that he doesn't have to be the tallest person in the room anymore

Somebody needs something they can't reach? They go to you instead. Need to spot someone in a crowd? They ask you instead. People want to stare at somebody tall? They look at you instead

You love being in Muriel's hut as well, because it's one of the few buildings in Vesuvia besides the Palace and your shop that have door frames and ceilings that you don't have to stoop under

Once, Muriel had to ask you to put a baby bird back in its nest (the branch was just out of reach for him) and he nearly died on the spot from how surreal and attractive the whole thing was

Learns to like leaning his head on your shoulder when you sit side by side

Inanna has few thoughts about it. Unless you can teach Muriel to stop slouching

Portia

WOAH

She has so many uses for you, you are now required to follow her everywhere she goes (she's only half-joking)

Loves to rub it in her brother's face that she's with someone taller than he is. Not because Julian is insecure about his height, just because it's funny to watch him have to look up for once

Regularly requests to sit on your shoulders while you walk around. If you indulge her, she will only ask more often

Had to make a lot of adjustments to her cottage. Everything from the pots and pans hanging precariously close to your shoulders, to the mirrors hung at your chest height - the whole thing was a maze

She does have a personal goal to pick you up as effortlessly as possible. And, if you allow it, to demonstrate that skill at every party she attends with you

Regularly has you pay "tall tax" by grabbing things she can't reach, but really it's an excuse to grab your arm when you hand it to her and haul you down for a kiss

Pepi tries every day to climb your clothing like it's a cat tree

Lucio

He became so generally disoriented while he was a ghost and then while you were in the realms that he didn't realize how tall you truly were until he got his body back

There was a flash of insecurity there, he's not going to lie

However, he quickly realizes that having you as his lover and best friend means that he gets to brag about you instead of comparing himself to you

And brag he does. Constantly

(If he upped the height of his own heeled boots, no he didn't)

Secretly loves to watch people go slack-jawed when they meet you and they have to get used to looking up that much to make eye contact with you. Yeah, that's his beloved they're looking at

Shamelessly asks you to do height-related favors for him, even when it actually is in his reach or he can see perfectly fine himself

Regularly gets you involved in teasing playing with Mercedes and Melchior

Because you can hold the treats up so high! And they look so funny when they have to jump!

[misc-obeyme]

unchained - chapter five

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recommended music: Send Me On My Way by Guy Meets Girl word count: 3163

GN!MC x Arsenios [demon OC] a/n: This is mostly fluff, but we do get a glimpse of some of Arrie's bandmates! And learn a little more about him, too. I apologize in advance for the level of cheese. Things get a little dicey next chapter, though. (Also if you recognize the first part of this, it's because I shared it as a preview on Arrie's birthday back in March. :3) Warnings: none

A few days later you were in your bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Your mind was whirring, your thoughts steadily tumbling over each other. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes, and sleep. And yet, for some reason, you couldn't.

You sighed. You rolled over in bed and picked up your D.D.D. hoping something there could distract you.

You were going to scroll through Devilgram, but you accidentally opened your contacts instead. You saw Arsenios's name there, new among your list.

Your finger hovered over the send message option. It was late. He was probably asleep, like you should be. And it wasn't like you guys were close enough that you could just text him in the middle of the night.

And yet…

Your mind was a little cloudy from exhaustion, so you went ahead and sent a message anyway. You'd deal with any consequences later.

MC: Hey, are you still awake? Or do you have a normal sleep schedule?

What a dorky thing to say. You didn't care because you were tired and your brain was not fully functioning. You just needed to talk to someone.

Sure, you could have sent a message to any one of the brothers. Actually, you could have just left your room and talked to them in person. Levi was certainly still awake and a good gaming session might even be something that could help. Lucifer might still be awake, too, but you were far more likely to encounter a lecture from him. But for some reason, you didn't want to do any of that.

Your phone vibrated and you nearly dropped it in surprise.

Arsenios: What's sleep? Is that a human thing?

You rolled your eyes. Now you felt a little less like a dork because you were clearly talking to someone who was even more of one than you were.

MC: Ha ha, very funny. So you are awake.

Arsenios: I am now. Did you forget to do your curses and hexes homework for tomorrow? Because if that's why you're texting me, I regret to inform you that I didn't do it either.

MC: No, unlike you I actually care about school. I know better than to think you've done any homework ever.

Arsenios: That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be known for doing homework. So what's up? Everything okay?

You paused for a moment. Was he worried about you? You shook your head. You were being silly.

MC: Nothing, really. I just can't sleep, that's all.

Arsenios: I can do something about that. Hang on.

You read this last message in confusion. You stared at the screen for a moment, not sure how to respond, when it scared you to death by ringing in your hand. Arsenios's name flashed across the screen.

He was calling you?

You swiped to answer because what else could you do?

"Um, hello?" you said.

"Hey," Arsenios said. "Sorry to just call you out of nowhere like that, but I can't help you sleep if you can't hear me."

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

There was the soft strum of guitar strings on the other line.

"Have you already forgotten?" His tone was amused. "I can sing you to sleep."

You stared at the phone for a minute. "What?"

He laughed, a soft rolling sound. "My power, remember? If you're having trouble sleeping, it would be easy for me to put a little magic into my song to help you fall asleep. Is that okay?"

Your cheeks heated up and you were glad he couldn't see you. At least he asked this time. You thought about it. It would be nice if you could just sleep right now. "Okay. But if I fall asleep…"

"Don't worry," Arsenios said. "I'll hang up. I won't hear you snoring or talking in your sleep."

You snorted. “You’d like to listen to my sleep talk, wouldn’t you?”

Arsenios sighed dramatically. “Guilty. But I’ll be good and disconnect the call. Just get comfortable and tell me when you're ready.”

You readjusted yourself so that you were in your favorite sleeping position, keeping your D.D.D. beside you on the pillow.

"Okay," you said. "I'm ready."

"Sweet dreams, MC," Arsenios said.

He started to play the guitar before you could respond. Then he was singing something soft and sweet. You hadn't heard it before, so you figured it was a Devildom song of some kind. It was mellow and quiet. The baritone of his voice easily rising and falling with the notes. It was hard to believe this was the same voice that had been practically growling on stage with the band. Right now it was smooth and gentle, the acoustic hum of the guitar strings mingling perfectly.

Soon enough, your eyes began to drift closed. You felt yourself falling into a restful slumber. It was like you were wrapped up in the song's melody, held close and kept warm. Your dreams were mild and pleasant.

-

When you woke the next day, your D.D.D. was beside you, but the screen was dark. You felt as though you had the best sleep of your life. You had an energy you didn't normally feel in the mornings, a sparkling through your skin.

You picked up your D.D.D. and saw a message was waiting for you.

Arsenios: If you ever can't sleep again, just call me.

Although the time on this text was from last night, you decided to send him a message back anyway.

MC: Thank you. I've never felt so rested before.

To your surprise, there was a response almost immediately.

Arsenios: You owe me. :)

MC: What? I didn't know there was a fee!

Arsenios: Are you free tomorrow night?

MC: Maybe. Why?

Arsenios: I'll consider us even if you come to the Crimson Street plaza tomorrow. The band was hired by the Cafe Association to play an acoustic set.

MC: All right. I'll be there. But couldn't you have told me about this in curses and hexes today?

Arsenios: Nah, I gotta stay home and practice for the set tomorrow. :)

MC: You're such a slacker. How have you not been expelled for all the school you miss?

Arsenios: It helps to be friends with student council members.

You couldn't argue with that. You thought about the brothers and wondered if they would cover for you if you decided you just didn't feel like going to school. Maybe if Lucifer wasn't such a stickler, you knew the rest would support you.

MC: Well, I'll miss seeing you in class.

There was a long pause and you thought Arsenios was probably not going to respond. So you got up and started to get ready for the day. But then your D.D.D. buzzed.

Arsenios: I'll see you in class, MC.

You laughed. It was just like when the brothers said they wouldn't go somewhere, but changed their tune as soon as they found out you were going. It was endearing.

MC: Oh you changed your mind? Why?

Arsenios: I want to see you.

Your heart skipped a beat. The response had come quickly and without hesitation. You had been trying to tease him, to put him on the spot, make him come up with some excuse about why he changed his mind so suddenly. Instead, he told you the truth like it was no big deal.

What did you even say in response to that?

MC: I wasn't expecting you to admit it…

Arsenios: Sorry. I'm only subtle when it comes to my magic.

You considered your next question carefully. You were going to be seeing him in person soon enough, but you were hoping for more of that honesty.

MC: Why are you interested in me at all?

Arsenios: Why did you start listening to me play the piano in an empty room?

You understood his point. He might not have cared about you at all except that you consistently crept into the dance hall at RAD to listen to him play. It was clearly something he did just for himself and you had shared it with him multiple times, even if neither of you acknowledged the other there in the darkness.

MC: Fair enough. I'll see you in class.

Arsenios: See you soon, MC.

You tried to focus on getting ready again, but your mind was going over everything that had happened. You wondered if you would be embarrassed by the fact that this demon had sung you to sleep last night. Somehow, you didn't think you would be when you saw him again. It had been his idea after all.

Anyway, you would be doing your best to forget all about this conversation.

-

It was a beautiful night in the Devildom. The stars were twinkling brightly, the moon a waning crescent in the sky.

Arsenios was watching the people passing by on Crimson Street while his bandmates set up behind him. He knew he should be helping, but he was a bit distracted. He couldn't stop watching for you, wondering if you would be alone or if you would feel the need to bring someone with you.

He had seen you in hexes and curses earlier that day, of course. But unsurprisingly, you had been occupied with the demon brothers that also shared that class with you.

Arsenios had noticed the way you looked up at him and smiled softly when he entered the classroom. He noticed the way you looked fresh and well rested. He noticed the way you seemed to be glancing over at him throughout the lecture. He noticed your disapproving frown when you realized he hadn't even bothered to bring his textbook.

He wasn't complaining. It was nice just to be near you. But he thought if you came alone tonight that he might have the opportunity to talk to you in person.

"C'mon, Arrie," someone said nearby him. "I need your help. Chymion is getting all the wires tangled again."

"Okay, Liv," Arsenios said, responding to his bandmate Liviana even though his eyes remained on the street.

Arsenios didn't move. He couldn't bring himself to look away.

He sensed Liviana had come over to stand beside him, her long blond hair catching the periphery of his vision.

"That human you're obsessed with will be here when they get here," Liviana said. "In the meantime, we're really having trouble with the wires and you know what'll happen if you don't take them away from Chymion."

"I got it!" Chymion's voice called from somewhere behind them.

Arsenios didn't need to look to know that Chymion was likely wrapped up in the wires himself at that point.

"I know," Arsenios said. "I just-"

He cut off because suddenly, there you were. Arsenios reached out subconsciously to grip Liviana's arm.

"Finally," she said. "They're here now, so can you please focus?"

Arsenios watched as you looked around, spotted him, and smiled. He let go of Liviana's arm to smile back and give you a friendly wave.

You waved briefly before sitting down at one of the many tables the Cafe Association had set up in the plaza. A server came to your side immediately and gave you one of their special event menus.

Arsenios forced himself to turn away and was confronted with a frowning Liviana, her arms crossed, her black eyes sparking with annoyance.

Arsenios ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry," he said. "I'll get Chymion untangled."

"I'm doing great!" Chymion called. A quick glance revealed that he was not, in fact, doing great.

"Chymion, your claws!" Arsenios said, dashing over to prevent Chymion's claws from slicing through any delicate equipment.

Arsenios was effectively distracted helping his bandmates get all the equipment set up for some time. He had no chance to glance back at you while he was occupied with them.

He was finally able to sit down on his guitar stool by a mic, his acoustic in his hands, and look out at the tables. A few people were looking over at the band, but most people weren't paying attention.

Arsenios found your eyes looking right into his.

It was a good set - the band played a lot of soft sweet acoustic songs. Arsenios sang quietly, backed up in places by Lael and Liviana. Their music filtered gently through the plaza, earning scattered applause after each song.

You stayed at your table, sipping at the drink you had ordered and nibbling on some kind of pastry.

After an hour of playing, the band took a break. They'd start again soon, but in the meantime, Arsenios made his way directly toward your table.

He put a hand on the chair across from you. "Is this seat taken?"

You gestured at it vaguely. "Be my guest."

Arsenios smiled and sat down. "You look well rested," he said.

You shrugged. "Magic will do that. I saw that you didn't even bring your textbook to class."

"I didn't need it," Arsenios said. "I wasn't there for the lecture."

He was pleased at the way you flushed slightly. He leaned back in the chair and folded his arms. He was fighting the desire to reach across the table and take your hand.

Why was he so fascinated by you? Was it really because of the way you always slipped into the empty dance hall to listen to him play? Or was there something else that drew him to you? Your humanity? The sparkle in your eyes? The reputation you had for enchanting demons?

When Arsenios was being honest with himself about it, he had to ask himself if it was because he felt guilty about all the human lives he had hastened to their deaths. Here you were, alive and thriving, a human he never needed to make a pact with. A human he could simply know without any other intentions.

A human that had arrived in his world, rather than summoning him to theirs.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Arsenios focused back on you. Your eyes were on the table, your fingers fidgeting with each other on the edge of it.

"Sure," he said.

You kept your eyes down as you said, "Why don't you like Solomon? Is it because he wants to make a pact with you?"

Arsenios laughed and that caused you to look up in surprise. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that most demons don't like Solomon for that exact reason. Don't get me wrong. I respect him. He's an immortal sorcerer with seventy-two pacts. You can't take a guy like that lightly. But it's also a little off putting for a demon, you know?"

"Huh. I guess I didn't think about it that way," you said.

Arsenios shrugged. "Well, he's your teacher, isn't he? You're used to it. And I'm sure the demons you spend your time with are, too. But for the rest of us…"

"I thought maybe it was specific to you," you admitted with a little frown. "You just seem to be… anti-pact."

Arsenios didn't say anything right away. He couldn't exactly deny it, could he? He was anti-pact. And there were a lot of reasons why. Could he even begin to try to explain it to you in a way that wouldn't tear him apart? He had too much history that he didn't want to share with you. Not now. Maybe never.

"You're not wrong," he said at last. "I'm not a fan of pacts."

"I don't understand," you said. "Lucifer said you spent a lot of time making pacts. Barbatos seemed to imply something similar, though it's hard to tell with him. If you used to make pacts before, how come you don't now?"

"I'm retired," Arsenios said, easily. It was an automatic response. It was what he always said when someone asked about his past. And they always did. Other demons knew about his reputation.

You squinted at him. "Just how old are you anyway? Lucifer called you ancient."

Arsenios scoffed. "He's one to talk."

"So? You're millions of years old, too?" you asked.

"I… don't remember how old I am," Arsenios said and he was surprised that he was so truthful with you. "I'm younger than Barbatos, if that means anything."

You seemed to consider this for a moment. Then you asked, "What about Solomon?"

"Older than Solomon," Arsenios said.

"Wow and he's pretty old," you said. "Do you remember what was happening in the human world when you retired?"

"It wasn't as long ago as you might think," Arsenios said. "I've only been retired for a little while, relatively speaking. I think it was in a decade that humans refer to as the forties."

"Oh!" you exclaimed. "More recent than I expected!"

"I told you," Arsenios said.

"And you've just stayed in the Devildom ever since?" you asked. "Or do you go back to the human world sometimes?"

"I haven't been back to the human world since then," Arsenios said. "I'm happy enough to play gigs here in the Devildom."

You suddenly met his eyes and smiled. "You guys sound really good here tonight. After the show you put on with Angel's Temptation before, I wasn't sure what to expect. But you can play any type of music, huh?"

Arsenios felt his skin heat up, a reaction to your fond regard that flustered him so badly he nearly choked. He forced himself to take in a deep breath. "We're known for our ability to adapt," he said.

"I really liked that song without words," you said. "The one that was kind of in the middle of the others."

Arsenios felt his heart stop for a moment. "I'm still working on that one," he said slowly. "I haven't written any words for it yet."

"Do you write all the music?" you asked.

Arsenios felt himself relax again as the conversation moved on to safer ground. "No," he admitted. "I write a lot of it, but my bandmates are quite talented too. A lot of times we each write the parts of our own instruments. It's a group effort."

"How long will you be playing tonight?" you asked.

Arsenios looked at his D.D.D. for the time. "Probably another hour or so. But you can go home now if you need to. I know Lucifer is probably pretty protective of you. I'll still consider us even."

He watched as you flushed again, remembering the way he sang you to sleep through your D.D.D.

"Thanks again for your help," you said. Your voice was quiet, but you held his gaze.

Arsenios smiled. "It was my pleasure," he said and he meant it. "I'm happy to help you out any time."

"I'd like to stay for the rest," you said. "Lucifer won't mind."

"If you're sure," Arsenios said. He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll walk you home after."

"I'd like that," you said with a smile.

Arsenios found himself thinking that he would do just about anything to make sure you were always smiling.

masterpost | chapter four | chapter six

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[ssourcandiess]

hii! can i ask for a short story where reader and taki a besties and one day they have their mounts sleepover where they were drinking and a taki as a bad drinker accidentally confessed about his fillings to reader (nothing smut)

and also sorry if i have any mistakes, english is not my first language🤕

ello anon thank you for the request!! this is my first request so…. i hope you’ll like it! ;]

my request box is now open!! so fell free to send me some reqs! ;D

pairing: taki x gn! reader

genre: fluff…? (i’m not sure actually djdhdhs)

wc: 0.6k

warning!! mention of alcohol

"Hey, Taki," you said, gently shaking his sleeping body. No response. "Taki!" you called again, but still, no answer. Feeling a bit frustrated, you sighed heavily and settled on the floor. It was almost midnight, just 10 minutes until the new year. Your plan was simple: spend New Year's Eve with your closest friend. Nothing extravagant, just sipping drinks, watching countdown shows, and solving puzzles together. But Taki, not good with alcohol, had dozed off on your sofa, disregarding the fun night you had envisioned.

"I should've just stayed alone tonight," you teased, lightly tapping his head, eliciting a grunt from him.

"But you don't like being alone on nights like this," Taki mumbled sleepily.

"Exactly why you should wake up now! It's almost New Year's!" you urged.

"I'm not going to," he replied with closed eyes, still fighting his drowsiness. "Is the puzzle really that tough? It's been what, 2 hours? 3 hours? I've lost track, and you're still not done?"

"It's a 1000-pieces puzzle, remember?" you teased, rolling your eyes. "And we were supposed to do it together."

He muttered an apology, turning towards you. "How long until New Year's?"

"Well now… just 6 minutes left," you replied.

"6 minutes?!" he groaned, finally sitting up, eyes still half-closed.

"Well, you knocked yourself out with that whole bottle of wine," you sighed, noticing he was still a bit tipsy.

"Is it hard?" he asked, eyes still closed. You just hummed in response, but he kept repeating the question until you asked him to stop. Then, unexpectedly, he posed another question.

"Want to know what's harder than those puzzles?" he asked, waiting for your response.

"What?" you hummed back.

He took a deep breath. "It's hard for me to see how oblivious you are of my feelings. I've been in love with you for so long, how can't you see that? Can't you give me a chance, just once? I'm tired of seeing those jerks treating you poorly."

His confession made you finally look directly at him. He was gazing straight into your eyes, his sincerity evident despite his inebriated state. "Taki, you're drunk," you sighed.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," he said softly.

You looked away, contemplating his words that echoed in your mind. Taki had just confessed his feelings for you. Yet, you were uncertain if it was genuine or merely fueled by alcohol-induced bravado.

The TV blared louder, signaling the imminent arrival of the new year with just one more minute remaining. But you were lost in your thoughts, the noise of the countdown fading away, you could only replay his words, "I've always been in love with you." You knew deep down that you felt the same about him. Yet, his actions had often been puzzling, leaving you unsure about his true feelings. The friendship between you both made everything more complicated. You feared that one wrong move might alter everything between you.

As the countdown commenced, with ten seconds remaining, your mind raced.

10

What should you do?

9

Should you reveal your own feelings?

8

7

6

But Taki is drunk now... Is this the right moment?

5

4

3

2

And then, the countdown reached its end.

1

Fireworks burst in the sky, the host cheered, announcing the arrival of the new year. In that instant, your attention returned to Taki. "Taki—" you began, but before you could finish, he surprised you by kissing you suddenly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pulling away, "I couldn't hold it in any longer. I truly love you," he continued, settling back onto the sofa. "Please, go out with me," he whispered before drifting back to sleep.

You smiled softly, observing Taki peacefully asleep. Carefully tucking him in with blankets, ensuring he stayed warm, you spoke gently, "Taki, I like you too, but you're drunk right now. We'll talk more tomorrow morning." Running your fingers through his hair, you wished him, "Happy New Year," planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hi there! I recently found your account and I'm in love. Anyways, could I request a reader that works at a maid cafe but Hajun, Yohei, Ryu and Chungsung doesn't know that the reader works at a maid cafe. How would they react or find out about it because to be really honest some of them I can't imagine going into a maid cafe unless forced?

Also I'm not sure if this counts as a headcanon or scenario. So write whichever character suits your fancy. I'm not really picky, I just chose a few that'd be interesting to read.

Chungsung Baek:

Chungsung was a man who’d much prefer a café of people in leather outfits with whips in hand, where the customers were never right; perhaps the more toned down restaurants where the staff excelled at insulting their customers would suffice to him (which would send a thrill through him even without a weapon in sight). The cute maid café just called to him, though, and he thought it might not hurt to briefly investigate how ‘maid like’ everyone managed to act. He walked in ready to internally criticize but he’s rendered rather speechless as you approached, not really seeing him until he was smiling up at you.  

“You look lovely… I think the material could use work, I know of something that would suit you far better. I can see if the young master is in need of a new maid, if you’re curious?”

Chungsung sees the twitch of your brow and knows he’s in for it when you’re not confined by the rules of your work, his cheeks already stinging with pleasure as he envisioned the pleasant night he’d have ahead of him.

Hajun Yeon:

You would be a fool to think Hajun wouldn’t find this out sooner or later; he always managed to sniff out secrets, and the fact you were close meant he could easily tell when you were keeping something from him. He pretended he didn’t recognize you in your uniform, treating you politely like you didn’t see the devious smile lingering on his face when you walked away to get his order. You’re on the edge of your seat, nervous about what he might do or who he might tell; in all honesty, you’re prepared for the slew of texts you’ll receive from him afterward teasing you about such a silly secret. When you arrive with the bill Hajun curls his finger in a come-hither gesture, waiting until his mouth was right next to your ear to speak.  

“You look cute in your uniform. Maybe I could admire it when you aren’t working?”

Flustered, you take his payment and consider having someone else return to the table.

Ryu Natsume:

Ryu tended to just wander where he wanted without a rhyme or reason, and the cats seemed to really like this place. You’re surprised when you’re on break, spreading some treats for the stray cats on a spare plate, that cats aren’t the only thing you’re greeted with behind the restaurant. You’re embarrassed to see Ryu but he doesn’t seem thrown off at all, greeting you enthusiastically and telling you the rave reviews of the various little cats who were now gathering for your offering.

“They really like you~ Not as much as me, my love goes up, up, up until infinity! But it’s close~”

You’re suddenly overwhelmed by his words, thankful it was dark outside so he couldn’t see your pleased expression.

Yohei Kanbayashi:

Yohei did not belong here. He did not ask to be here. He’s never been more embarrassed in his life but you had accidentally dialed him, and with no response, he’d grown a little nervous. He could hear a man relentlessly hitting on you as well and, thinking you might need a little help, he had tracked you down since you shared your location with all of TCW for safety purposes. He didn’t think this was the place, it couldn’t be, but stepping foot inside, you were the first person he saw at a table nearby. You spotted him, eyebrows raised, and darted over to where he was, asking if there was something wrong with Ryu or Shiki.

“I got a call from you and it… I was making sure you were okay. I’ll… be going now.”

You’re already trying to formulate the apology text you’d send out to Yohei later, avoiding the curious stares of your co-workers who certainly wanted to know more about the gruff handsome customer who just left.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

May I have Thomas Hewitt or Bubba Sawyer giving their S/O breast massages after breastfeeding their baby (Slashers and their S/O's baby) You can add other slashers if you like. Even I'm starting to like the Sinclairs

Bodacious boob brimming ask bro!

Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, and Lester Sinclair, AFAB! Reader, gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous reader, fluff, some suggestive content, headcanons, mentions of breastfeeding, boob massaging, not really NSFW but I still tagged it since I go into some light detail

Thomas Hewitt

you rarely breastfed your baby directly

instead you opted to pump then store the milk for later

while you didn't mind Luda Mae or Thomas watching you breastfeed your baby, Hoyt and Monty were another thing

So you pumped, stored, bottled, then fed your baby like that

But the silicone flange on your pump cracked then tore rendering the device useless until you can get new ones

So you opted to do things the old fashioned way

You never realized how spoiled you were with that fancy pump until you actually had to have your baby drink directly from the tap

It wasn't an unbearable pain but man did you prefer the pump

Afterwards it felt like your breasts were twice as sore than usual

And lucky you with your big bear of a man to come to your rescue

Thomas held you in his lap with your back to his chest and took handfuls of your breasts

He softly rolled your boobs in his hand trying to be careful not to get too rough with your poor sore body

And while you were getting relief from your previous feeding session, Thomas was starting to use your breasts as stress balls

There is just something about how soft and squishy your chest is that really helps him relax

Honestly, he turns massaging your breasts into a daily thing

It's less of a sexual thing with Thomas and more of loving way to destress with you

Bo Sinclair

He can't keep it in his pants

However, it surprised you that he mind your breastfeeding

It wasn't sexual to him, you're the parent of his child doing your part in taking care of it

"Now don't you go drinkin' 'em dry," Bo teased one day, "gotta save some for your pops."

A teasing comment once every blue moon was all that came from him

If you're really tired, he'll hold your guys' baby for you while the little thing suckles

Now when you asked for him to rub your breasts?

Bo went and took it the wrong way

He immediately went for your nipples and became confused when you hissed and pulled away

"Not like that!" you whined grabbing his calloused hands, palm down, to press to your sore breasts

Bo is still turned on by this but will gladly massage your breasts

You don't have to ask him twice

"My baby's all spent and sore?" he'd coo in a low voice as his hands worked wonders in easing the tension in your tits

Having Bo massage you would most likely turn into sex

He just can't help himself with your beautiful body that gave birth to his kid relaxing under his hands

Maybe if you weren't so irresistible, Bo would be less horny

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent suggested that you pump in private or breastfeed in private since he doesn't know how Bo will react

The last thing he wants is some sleazy comment being slung at you by his brother

But Vincent was delightfully surprised when Bo didn't say anything

Sure he glanced to see if he could see some titty but other than that he didn't care

"Glad I dont have to worry 'bout accidentally drinkin' your breastmilk," Bo joked when he learned how you'd rather breastfeed than pump

Vincent on the other hand

He was pretty pumped, pun intended, to drink from you

Massaging your breasts? He's already on it

Long fingers gently rolling the fat of your chest against his palms

Holding and lifting them a little so you could get some relief from their weight

A teasing swipe over your nipple that has you sending a playful warning glance at him

Sit on his lap while he sketches and he'll use your boob like a stress ball with his free hand

Vincent is so gently with your sore breasts you'd honestly fallen asleep one time while he massaged and played with them

Lester Sinclair

Lester gets slightly flushed when he sees you breastfeed

it's less him getting turned on by the act but more that your titty is out

And boy does he love your boobs

He'd help you pump if that's easier

While he does get a little flustered while you're breastfeeding, he still loves to cuddle up to you and your baby while it feeds

Lester would run his hand along the back of the baby's head just in awe at what you two had created

He's at your beck and call whenever you're breastfeeding

Lester has 100% hand fed you while you breastfed your baby

Now when the baby has its post-meal nap, you don't even have to ask twice

His hands are on your breasts the second you put your baby down

It's 50/50 whether Lester turns the massage sexual

Sometimes he just likes reviling in the trust you have for him and how much he loves you as his hands work on your sore boobs

Lester massages your breasts to he's worship the body that birthed his child

The course skin on his hands dragging over your shirt covered breasts as they work out your soreness

He absolutely melts when you lean into him while he's rubbing your boobs

The relaxed look on your face makes him want to cry and hold you until you realize how much he absolutely adores you

Other times, Lester likes to try to get you riled up during the massage

A quick kiss to your neck, a little jiggle, oops did he rub your nipple?

Honestly, he's tried your breastmilk out of curiosity more than any sort of kink

Lester isn't one to actively seek our your breastmilk but he does love sucking your titties and he isn't disappointed when he gets a little snack in the process

[pricescigar]

Familiarity

Summary: After Harper accidentally used her powers against her parents and loosing her memories due to the psychic blast she unleashed. A familair face finally found her after so long.

Tw: Abuse

1945, Westchester, New York, 

April 20th

Harper's parents were arguing, which was no surprise to young Harper. They've been arguing a lot recently, so much for coming here for a better life. It seemed to be getting worse. Freddie Hugo never really liked Harper much, first and foremost she wasn't his child. Secondly, Harper never really listened to him anyway. She'd always told him she wasn't his dad, which was true but it still pissed him off. Thirdly… Freddie always found Harper weird regardless, he'd always say to Harriet;

“I swear it's as if that kid can hear our thoughts.” 

Harper was already having problems in her life which no child should have, her mutation was already becoming visible. At first glance unknowingly, Harper’s parents found it funny and interesting that she was saying all of these things. Saying what they were thinking, what her grandparents were thinking too. However the grandparents knew what was happening, they could feel it.

But the more it kept on happening, the more Freddie was beginning to hate everything around him. 

Freddie Hugo always hated himself– Detached with his own being almost, his grandparents were mutants. His father could teleport wherever he wished. His mother could manipulate fire to her own will to see fit. But Freddie? He was the unfortunate case of him being a simple human, no visible form of the X Gene. Harper's mother on the other hand possessed the X-Gene yet it didn't manifest, so it lay dormant in her own psyche. 

Harriet had a little history she didn't dare to tell Freddie, especially when it came to Harper. In her younger years she knew Sebastian Shaw, the two got together and married. Harriet became pregnant and gave birth to Harper, a birth that almost killed her but Sebastian was happy nonetheless.

Shaw was happy to be a dad, despite his antics. He showed unconditional love, support and was always proud of his daughter. He could see the potential in her. It wasn't until in 1940 that Harriet and Harper disappeared, he devoted his life to finding Harper again and other mutants too.

The memory of her real father was still visible in Harper's memory, she would always know who her real dad would be. Harper always asked her mother to see him again, but she never really listened.

Harper's grandparents were out for the day in New York, and so the only residents in the house were her parents and Harper herself. It was the day after Harper turned thirteen years old, she was in her bedroom reading her book before she heard her parents arguing once again.

Harriet went downstairs cautiously, standing by the living room door not making herself known. But watching to see everything unfold…

“This isn't the life I wanted Harriet, I want a family. An actual family where I have a child of my own blood. Not having some… Freak who has a different father than myself.” Freddie's tone was firm, with a hint of coldness.

Harriet suddenly slapped him around the face. “Don't you dare speak about my daughter like that.” She pointed a finger at him.  “She can't help how she is, and her father was a lost cause.” 

Freddie chuckled and shook his head. “I don't care, you either send her away now or I'll leave.”  He gave her a final choice. 

Harriet's facial expression dropped, then anger surged through her. An anger like no other.

“I will not. Send my daughter away, you selfish bastard.” She pushed him away, yet Freddie didn't do anything back to her. He remained stubborn as a mule.

Harper watched it all unfold, how her mother was punching, screaming at him. She didn't know what to do. But she was scared.

“Mum please stop…” Harper tried to speak, but her voice was a whisper.

Yet the situation seemed to be getting worse each second, both of them started to fight each other now. Harper closed her eyes, her brain was going into overdrive. Her emotions rising, she then opened her eyes.

“I told you both to stop!” She yelled, staring at both of them.

That's when everything went all fuzzy.

Harper blinked a couple of times, she felt herself come back to reality. She looked around the living room for a moment, everything seemed perfectly normal. Until eyes fell onto the floor, seeing her parents laying on the floor not moving. She tried to wake them up but nothing was working. 

Sebastian Shaw managed to track down Harper after 5 years, he found himself at a house in Westchester. Could this be where Harper was? He found the door to be unlocked, but he didn't think much about that. He stepped in the home.

“Harper?” Shaw called out. “It's me.” He didn't even need to announce himself, knowing she would recognise him.

Harper heard someone calling her, the voice sounded familiar to her but she couldn't place her finger on it. She stood up when she heard footsteps entering the living room, and there was Shaw standing before her.

“Hey kid.” Shaw smiled softly, he then saw the bodies on the ground. Feeling a different minute of emotions, but he remained composed. He had an idea on what had happened.

“It's okay.” He reassured her. “I'm here… You're dad's here.”

Harper stared at him for a moment, the lingering feeling of familiarity kept gnawing at her. But with her mind in overdrive, and her memories all over the place. She didn't know what to say… She looked back to her parents, her vulnerability was clear.

“I don't remember what happened… They were arguing, and now they're lying on the ground not moving.” Harper admitted, she then stayed silent looking back at Shaw.

“It's okay.” Shaw approached Harper cautiously, not wanting to startle her more than she already is. He could feel the telepathic energy seething out of her own mind, he knew his mind would be at risk too if he wasn't careful. He put his hand on her shoulder gently.

“I can help you, I can teach you how to control it.” Shaw said.

Harper stayed silent staring at Shaw. “I don't want to leave them.” She quietly admitted to him, talking about her parents who were now dead.

Shaw was patient about this situation, of course deep down he was sad to see his Harriet meet such a fate. But… The potential Harper had already, He was so proud of her.

“Oh… Don't worry about them.” Shaw replied. “All that matters now is you, think of all the things you could do.” He said, practically convincing her to go with him. He could see the confusion on her face, he the sudden manifestation of her powers took a toll on her

“Come. If you'll stay with your ol’ pa.. You'll be able to do things you've never thought you'd be able to do.” He said. 

Harper stayed silent for a moment before nodding to his words, which made Shaw smile at that. His hand remaining on her shoulder, he guided her out of the house. 

It all seemed to be going to plan until her grandparents made an unexpected appearance.

“What are you doing here?” Harper's grandfather quickly approached Shaw, a stern look on his face.

“Taking back what's rightfully mine, you know… It pained me to see her leave for that pathetic man.” Shaw spoke, clearly talking about Harriet and Freddie. “I'm just here to pick up my daughter.” 

“Over my damn dead body you will.” Harper's grandfather almost spat at him. “Leave my property, or I'll make you.” He said.

Harper stayed silent watching the situation unfold, feeling herself getting overwhelmed again. She could easily head the thoughts in their heads, doing her best to keep herself grounded.

Shaw chuckled at what he said. Oh he could've easily killed them, if he wanted to. But he wanted to take a different approach towards this. “Oh really? You think you want to mess with me?”

“Leave Shaw, she's fine here with us.” Her grandmother, despite both of them being much older, still had some fight left within them

Her grandmother formed a fireball in her hand before shooting it over to Shaw, to which he quickly moved away with Harper still close to him. He quickly absorbed the energy.

Her grandparents stood there in silence watching him, Shaw gave them a disapproving look.

“Now, that wasn't so nice. Was it?” Shaw said neatening his suit, his eyes stared at both of her grandparents.

Watching her grandfather rush towards him, Shaw quickly grabbed his arms practically twisting it.

“I've played this game before, old man, and I won't stop.” His tone was firm.

Harper felt her stress rising, her control was beginning to slip.

“Stop you're scaring me!” She said, she sent a large wave of telepathic energy on them, but it wasn't as bad as the one unleashed on her parents.

Harper's grandparents backed away as Harper said that. Shaw felt the mental energy, almost holding his head. He couldn't help but laugh. He knew he had to play the waiting game… So be it. Harper was remarkable. HIS daughter was powerful.

“One day you'll come to regret keeping her here, in this home like a bird in a cage.” He spoke, before looking down to Harper, placing a hand behind her head. 

“Be a good kid, never hide who you are.” He whispered the last part to Harper, giving her a small kiss on her head before leaving them in peace.

It was then her grandparents rushed to her and asked if she was okay, her grandmother especially. Hugging her closely, Harper watched Shaw leave until his figure disappeared from her sight.

[isa-ghost]

hey it's the anon who asked what dr*m did,

I decided to do my own research (mainly cause I was curious) but... I can't find much? let me rephrase it - I did find the allegations from 6ish months ago, that he's going to court with one(?) of them, but that's... all? I didn't find the court's verdict, confirmations, or him admitting either... and any post or video I find has both the OP and the comments mostly on his side and believing that it's either not true or true but not grooming, even people who say they're not his fans or don't even like him.

so Im not sure if the confirmation didn't reach youtube or if I'm searching wrong or something?

but honestly while researching I realized that I cant stand him lmao, gotta agree with some comments I read - he made a mistake by showing more of his personality online, looks like any time he can handle a situation wrong/respond wrong he does it

so dunno, guess I didnt find the confirmation but at least now I don't find his old minecraft videos interesting anymore so theres that

Yeah he can't act properly to save his fucking life

Also I think most of the threads on Twitter and stuff that have all the proof he's guilty/etc is probably long buried, unfortunately. You could probably try to ask around saying you're trying to get the whole picture but tbh it's not a huge deal if you can't. You can try searching my blog but Tumblr sucks with that shit. The fact that this and his other controversies have been buried and lost to the void of the internet is typical white boy with a monstrously big platform shit so I'm not surprised. I never heard any details about court (prob for legal reasons) or a conviction either. All I know is there was screenshot proof from the victim that they talked, and Dr*m confirmed the screenshots were real but didn't say anything about other details. But those details literally can't be false if the screenshots & the shit said in them are true.

Anyway, as far as his other bullshit goes:

People found old kkk meme edits on his yt account through the wayback machine. More than once if I'm not mistaken

He has a history of defending himself using the r slur

He cheated "on accident" in a speedrun (the least important thing ever but everyone always brings it up)

He claimed he was going to donate all proceeds during pride month to lgbt+ charities & he'd do charity streams all month but never did

He defended himself about replying to haters, which would send thousands of his toxic stans after the person getting them doxxed/death threats/etc and he refused to address that it was irresponsible of him bc he was too entitled to immaturely clap back at the antis. Even other ccs, like B/itzel called him out about shit related to how he uses his platform irresponsibly & he unfollowed & shaded them like a bitch baby

The whole "accidental" copycat shit with QSMP/USMP and basically softcore stalking Q/uackity online.

His "apologies" for all of the above fucking sucked in multiple ways. And that's just 2021-Now shit I can remember off the top of my head, I lost my Twitter in May last year so now I get my info from people's posts about it on here or links to tweets.

Everyone largely suspects he spontaneously reignited d/smp lore & started the finale to cover up the groomer thing bc he has a history of doing smth "new and cool" every time he causes drama to divert attention and avoid accountability.

He's also suspected of suddenly rewriting the d/smp finale to paint his Irredeemable Abuser Villain Up Until The Last Stream as a sympathetic poor baby out of nowhere and wrote that his victim, c!Tommy apologized to him, which sends a HORRIBLE message about abusive relationships. T/ommy and T/ubbo have both subtly mentioned not liking the finale and that Dr*m had AWFUL communication during the last like 6+ months of the smp.

He also suddenly showed up in T/ubbo's chat lurking while T/ubbo happened to be mentioning he'd do his own research on the grooming situation instead of blindly siding with Dr*m and it was some shit out of a horror movie is2g, he suddenly dmed T/ubbo out of nowhere during it on discord saying they'd talk about it after T/ubbo wasn't streaming. Basically sounds like he was gonna bias T/ubbo about his innocence. Like he hadn't been in chat all stream long but SUDDENLY he was there the second the topic came up. But the d/smp ccs also can't say anything about the situation since it's a legal matter, so a handful of ccs have just stated/implied they don't support him other ways

He only quit MCC bc he threw a tantrum about how he couldn't practice for it but now that MCC island exists, people were getting better than him. He's habitually a sore loser about that kinda shit

He's got that whole weird "is he, isn't he" bullshit going on about him being lgbt. I personally think he's just catering to his stupid d/n/f shippers bc they like to truth their relationship & sexuality all the time and he's never explicitly said he's bi or smth. He's just vaguely been like "yeeeaahhhh I mostly like girls like 99% but maaaayyybeee I like guys idkkkk. 🤪" But he's also done that multiple times so who tf knows. I'm not gonna fully dismiss him & I understand no one including me is entitled to his specific sexuality, but he has garbage credibility on like everything so I'm neutral on the matter and find it hard to believe him

Not directly him related, but his stans went on a long and horrifying witch hunt on Twitter during the kkk ordeal doxxing, death threatening & harassing ENTIRE mcyt subtwts who spoke out against him and called him out on his racism, performative activism, shitty apology, etc. For example, I was part of S/neeg's subtwt and all my mutuals and me had to go private to avoid getting doxxed. It felt like being raided in some dystopian ass horror film. Entire subtwts were going private, panicking, paranoid they'd get outed & stalked & harassed by people just for condemning racism, raising Black voices, etc. It was borderline traumatic to some people, I know people who lost sleep over it bc they were so afraid.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head but the end of 2021 to early 2022 was a fucking nightmare between him being an immature entitled piece of shit and his stans blindly defending him and going out of their way to endanger people who rightfully opposed him.

[illarian-rambling]

Sending hugs always!

As I’m a total cat/horse person.

Have to ask what everyone’s thoughts on cats and horses are.

And going trail riding Friday.

Please and thank you.

A scene with horses hm... You know, Astra doesn't know how to ride a horse, despite how cowboy she is. And Mashal used to be a calvary knight. Idk about a scene for everyone, but I could definitely do something with that. I'll put it under the cut because it got kinda long ;)

"Well, it can't be that hard!" Astra huffed, crossing her arms. Why she was getting defensive about this, she wasn't sure. There was just something that chipped away at her farm girl pride every time she admitted she'd never ridden a horse before.

It wasn't like horses were even used in rice farming! That was just something novelists made up for their cute little descriptions of the ideal, bucolic life, and all the city folk took it as scripture. As if any of their pansy asses had ever had to muck out a pig pen....

"It's- I mean- I'm just surprised is all," Mashal admitted, clearly having read some of those kitschy novels in his unremembered past. "You just strike me as someone who can ride a horse."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Astra snorted a laugh. "And I've ridden an ox, thank you very much. That counts."

Her bravado fell a little flat as she peered into the stable they stood in front of. Tall, gangly animals shifted and huffed within the wooden stalls. This was specifically a courier stable - it just so happened to be attached to the inn they were staying at. Mashal had wanted to stop by to see the animals, which was what had prompted this whole discussion.

Her friend raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "You know, these are courier horses. We could rent one for an hour if you wanted to learn to ride."

"I-" Astra snapped her mouth shut, lowered her volume back down to a seven, then began again. "I don't know, love. I don't think I'm really cut out for somethin' like that. My legs are real short, and I wouldn't wanna inconvenience anyone. Besides-"

"It's ok to be nervous about doing something new," Mashal interjected.

Immediately, Astra gave him a look. But of course, he'd read her like a book.

"I ain't nervous!" she insisted nonetheless. "Fine, let's do it! Gimme the biggest damn animal in there!"

Mashal's eyes went wide. "O- Ok! Gods beyond, I need to be more careful about accidental reverse psychology with you...."

"What was that?" Astra called. She was already halfway to the rental desk, where a sallow teenager was sitting bored out of his mind.

"Yeah, sure, let's do it!" Mashal shook his head fondly as he jogged after her.

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A few minutes' time found Astra snuggly saddled on the back of a shaggy horse that had already tried to eat the ribbons off her coat a total of five times. Mashal, eyes glowing an excited white, had called it a Haflinger. Apparently, not everything from his childhood as the son of a horsebreeder had been lost in the fog of amnesia. His obvious eagerness helped put a damper on Astra's anxiety, but still, now that she was on the saddle, the ground seemed an awful long way off.

"Do I just... tap it or somethin'?" Astra gave a forced laugh. "There ain't exactly any levers to pull on this thing."

"You can tap her sides with your heels if you want her to go," Mashal explained. "The clerk says she's trained in Skysheerian style, so further directions are going to be given with the reins. That's different from the Sulu'Okan style I'm used to, where you just use your feet. It keeps the hands free for a bow. But don't worry about that for now. I'll keep a handle on her halter so you can get used to the feel of her under you."

Biting her tongue against any inopportune jokes, Astra studied her friend's face for a moment. As always, his barebones expressions were a little hard to read, however, those wide eyes and slightly raised eyebrows told a tale. Mashal was really excited about this, wasn't he? Astra's heart sank as she came to the realization that he probably missed riding a lot, but was prevented from doing so by a thousand pound metal body.

For him, she decided. I might be a little, teensy bit afraid, but I know he feels 'bout the same around magic, and he let's me teach him runes all the time. If it makes 'im happy, I can do this. Who knows, maybe I'll be some horse ridin' prodigy?

Gathering her confidence like armor, Astra gave the horse a kick, expecting to start into a gentle walk. Except, right as she did, the horse jerked up from where it'd been trying to eat her coat yet again, pulling free a ribbon as it did. A runic ribbon. A runic ribbon that popped in a shower of sparks.

It was no more than a firecracker really. Not enough to do any damage. But it sure was enough to spook the poor horse into a dead gallop.

Astra shrieked as the mare bolted, tearing it's halter free from Mashal's distracted grasp. Her friend called out in alarm, however, she could hardly hear him over the sound of thundering hooves and rushing wind.

Astra's hair and coat blew like streamers behind her, and she just barely got a hand up in time to catch her hat. The world was a blur, every impact of the mare's hoof nearly jolting her off the saddle.

Break, how do I break! What was it Mashal said? Somethin' with the reins?

One hand still over her hat, Astra yanked on the reins as hard as she could. Maybe she expected a dead stop, but a horse wasn't a machine as she was more accustomed to.

For a moment, framed against the setting sun, she was the very picture of ranchhand heroism. It was a clean silhouette she cut on the back of a rearing horse, curls streaming untethered in the wind. Then, the image was promptly shattered by gravity's ungraceful hand.

Second later, Astra groaned as she found herself flat on her back. Her ribs ached from where she'd fallen, and her breath came in short gasps. The sound of footsteps transitioned into a familiar clang of bronze as Mashal slid down next to her.

"Gods beyond, are you alright!" Her friend's hands fluttered anxiously as he peered into her bleary eyes. "I should've thought about the coat, I'm so sorry. I didn't hold on and-"

"Mashal." Astra put a finger over his lips from her position flat on her back. "That... That was fuckin' incredible!"

Her friend blinked. "Wh- Really?"

A grin crept up Astra's lips as she remembered the wind's fingers combing through her hair, remembered the rush of adrenaline and pure joy. How fast had she been going there? It'd felt like she could've caught up to the horizon!

The witch sprang to her feet, staggering a little as the world spun around what might’ve been a very minor concussion. Plans for a network of gravitation runes capable of reducing a thousand pounds to two hundred bounced through her mind. Mashal seemed to catch the wild look in her eyes and sighed with relief. If she could scheme, she wasn't that injured after all.

Grinning like a child, Astra grabbed Mashal by the hand and began towing him after the runaway mare.

"Let's do that again!" she cheered.