#now i feel like crap for trying to do something nice. i want to return the gift but that’ll just cause a next thing and i don’t need that

[mixingandmelting]

Hii,

I'm not sure if your requests are open but I wanted to ask you if you could write a Dick Grayson x reader one where the reader is the daughter of one of Bruce's business partners and they meet at some sort of charity gala and he's instantly smitten with her.

Feel free to ignore this if you have too much to do.

Thanks ❤️

Witty, charming, and someone who matches his humor. He didn’t think he’d hit the jackpot tonight. Initially he had simply wanted to keep you company after seeing you all alone at your table. He expected either shy and sheltered or spoiled and flirty.

“A table for one at a gala?”

“What do you mean? Can’t you see I’m actually with three others?”

“Oh really? And they are…?”

“Me, myself and I.”

It comes with a pleasant surprise how the roles reverse and it’s him getting entertained by you. He lost track of how long he stayed at your table, unable to stop himself from chatting with you. You’re where the party’s at in this boring event and it confuses him how no one else has attempted to strike up a conversation with you for this long. Not that he’s complaining; he’s plenty satisfied to have you to himself. Your jokes draw genuine laughter from him while your laughter is just as infectious. The way your eyes sparkle and crinkle as you do- he rests his head onto his hand, admiring it and not wanting it to disappear. He can’t get enough. 

There’s no barrier or rich people’s behavior seen despite you introducing yourself as the daughter of one of Bruce’s many business partners and him as Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son not too long ago. Not even an hour in and you both are acting as friends that haven’t seen each other in ages. Perhaps even more if he plays his cards right tonight. Take you out for a nice walk. Grab something to eat. If you’re into it, watch a movie. All of the ideas that come from him jesting about rich people never imagining or having no knowledge of what the common people do for fun only for you to snort about how else were you to learn to talk and behave like them then. 

“Earth to Dick?”

Oops. He flushes under the smirk that dances on your lips, caught red-handed for day-dreaming his date with you. Not that you’d know the last part, but still.

“Am I starting to bore you yet?”

Yet? This whole time you were trying to get rid of him? The grin you give as you take a sip of whatever’s in your flute tells him otherwise. Returning one of his own, he’s about to respond before someone behind him calls your name. 

Turning around are your parents, walking side-by-side with none other than Bruce who raises an eyebrow at him. Ugh. Great. He most definitely won’t hear the end of this one. Looking back at you, he catches a spark of wistfulness in your eyes that quickly disappears as you give him one last smile. 

“Seems like that’s my cue.”

“Wait.” He’s conscious with his grip on your arm, gentle yet firm to grab your attention. “If you’re into it, mind giving me your number and we can hang out later?”

You bite your lip when you’re thinking. Good to know; definitely something that won’t leave his mind for a while. He tries not to show how giddy he is when you extend your phone out towards him. Giving him a tiny wave, you leave while telling him you would text him. The rest of the night goes uneventful as he mingles with others, half paying attention to what they say as he continues to think about you. Others including his family who wouldn’t stop giving him crap. 

It’s once he reaches back to his place and comes out of the showers, he gets a text. Drying his hair with a towel in one hand, he looks to see your name with a sunglasses emoji under your number. His heart somersaults and he fist pumps the air. He can regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, for now all he wants is to talk to you and make the date between you and him a reality.

[suuuupernovaaa]

Clean | Hobie Brown x f!Reader

You got yourself into a little bit of a fight, and Hobie has to patch you up.

Mature. 18+. Mention of blood.

The cloth meets your tender skin, and you hiss and try to pull your hand away.

"Hobie, that hurts," you say through gritted teeth. "What is on that?"

Holding your hand tightly to your chest, as if to protect it from him, you look up to see an exasperated expression on his face.

"Stuff to clean it. Give me that back." He grabs your hand a little gruffly, and puts the cloth back on. When the sting subsides, it does feel nice and cool.

"Someone out to teach you how to throw a proper punch," Hobie says, dabbing the cloth gently, moving it up your arm to where your other scrapes are. None of them are terribly deep, except a slight gash on your thigh from, you think, falling onto some broken glass.

"I know how," you reply quietly. He moves to your other arm, and you feel the stinging again. "It wasn't much punching, anyway. It was like... clawing and shoving. It was chaotic."

He gives you your hands back, and looks down at your legs, noticing the cut on your thigh. He lets a whistle out from between his teeth, and stands up. He rinses out the cloth he's been using, and grabs a new one from his kitchen drawer. He puts more 'stuff' on it, and returns to you, sitting down.

"This is gonna hurt." He scoots close, so that your legs are between his, and without another warning, presses the cloth to your cut.

"Oh crap!" you shout, and you're annoyed when Hobie starts chuckling.

"Oh crap!" he mimics in a high-pitched voice, meant to resemble yours. He places a large bandage on your leg, and a couple others on cuts that look a little nastier on your arms, and then sits back. "Think you'll survive," he comments. "Now, you need to tell me why you were in a fight. Looked like a couple of cats in a bag when I arrived."

You turn away, looking from where you sit at his kitchen table over to the TV, which is showing the news. Hobie always has the news on, even though he hates it and everything they ever talk about.

"It just, escalated. She was a fan, I guess, of the band. And she asked if I knew you, and I said yes. And she said... some not nice things. She was just drunk."

You're his whore, then? Do you think I could get in on some of that? I'm sure he's not very picky. I mean, look at you.

You can feel the way she grabbed at your stomach, pinching it. It felt like something scripted out of a bad teen movie, except it was really happening, and she just wouldn't stop.

"What did she say?" Hobie asks. When you look back at him, he's leaned forward, eyes narrowed, lips pursed.

"It doesn't really matter. It's over."

"It matters to me."

You shake your head and wave your hand in the air, as if to dismiss the conversation. "Really, Hobie. It was just, I don't want to relive it."

He reaches out and places a warm hand on your bruised knee. "Tell me."

You roll your eyes and sigh. "She said like, I must be, uh, sleeping with you and your standards must be low because... I'm like, fat, or whatever."

Hobie sits up, his back straight as a board, his eyebrows raised and his jaw a little slack. "And you beat the shit out of her?"

You draw your line into a straight mouth and nod. "Sort of. I mean, I can't fight but, she was bleeding and crying at the end of it. I was bleeding too but, I wasn't crying."

He nods, as if in approval. "Why does she think we're sleeping together?" he asked. "She's seen you, at a show or something?"

"I didn't get a whole backstory, Hobie. I guess so."

"Hm." He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Must've noticed how I look at you. Everyone has. 'Cept you."

How Hobie looks at you? You try to think of what he could be referring to. Sometimes when he's on stage, he finds you in the crowd and smiles. But, you're good friends, so that doesn't seem all that exciting to you - does it seem that way to everyone else?

"How do you look at me?"

"Like I'd like to fuck you, Y/N. Like the shape of your body is all I can think about, and it really doesn't fucking matter what anyone else thinks about it. It fucking keeps me up at night."

It feels like you've been slapped in the chest, and all the air has left your lungs. Your mouth is instantly dry, and your legs feel weak.

Hobie is so dry, so even-toned, it's hard to tell if he's joking or not - but would that be a funny joke right now? Hobie is a lot of things, but he's not insensitive, and he certainly wouldn't try to hurt you on purpose.

"It does?" you ask finally.

He leans forward again, bringing his face just a few inches from yours. "I want you, Y/N. I thought I'd made it obvious, but now I see, I didn't."

You lick your bottom lip, and Hobie glances down at your mouth.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask, and a soft moan escapes his mouth, as if asking for permission turns him on. You feel his fingertips on your cheek, running upwards, until he cups your face in his hand.

You should close your eyes, you think, but the sight of him coming towards you is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. His soft brown eyes, his full lips, his sharp cheek bones, his glistening piercings; you want to remember every sharp edge and round corner.

He pauses, just before your lips meet and whispers, "Anything you want to do to me, you can."

[thisonehere]

Can you write about Smoke and female reader going on a date and some creep (maybe black or red dragon) walks up to the reader and tries to hit on her and even went far as smacking her butt really hard and Tomas loses his patience overall and beats the crap out of the creep?

My Hero

Tomas x reader

A/n: Okay, love this idea. I love writing Tomas in such a protective position. Btw, sorry to all the Rachel’s out there. Had to think of some name lol

C/w: Sexual harassment, S/a, mention of blood and violence

Tonight wasn't supposed to go like this. It was just supposed to be a fun little night for you and Tomas to unwind and spend some time together. Madame Bo's seemed like the perfect place to do it. The place as a whole had a really nice vibe always you feel at home . "I'm going to go get us a table." Tomas said to you. You just nodded as you took in the place. The smell of delicious food filled the air as restaurant staff and the distant sound of Bo berating someone. You smiled at it, you haven't been here for so long. "Pick the one with the nicest view." You ask Tomas as you dodged out of the way of a busy waitress with a tray full of food, the sight of it making you more hungry. "You're my nicest view." Tomas said with an abashed smile. You let a light chuckle at this. "Tomas! Really? Go!" You said with a smile.

You watched Tomas's giant figure disappear in the crowd. You waited at the entrance, your eyes wandered around and eventually found their way to the sky as you admired the stars above. It felt so nice to be out with Tomas, it was just him and you, just how you liked it. "Well, hello there." You heard a voice suddenly spoke to you. You looked down to find a stranger in front of you. He wore all black and small like a mix of alcohol and urine. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal a tattoo on his forearm, a clan marking. You narrowed your eyes as you immediately recognized, a black dragon marking. You didn't know the difference, but you did realize just how dangerous this could potentially be. He flashes you crooked smile, making your stomach churn in discomfort. Out of politeness you forced a smile into your face in return. "Um, hi."

"What's your name?" His eyes bounce up and down your body, eyeing specific parts of, you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Um, Rachel." You lie, your eyes dart desperately inside, hoping that Tomas will come back right now to save you. "Rachel, huh?" He seems to bite his lip just a little. "Not bad for a Rachel..." He mumbles under his breath, causing you to feel more uncomfortable. You didn't like the way he was looking at you, you felt something horrible in your gut as you avoided eye contact.

"You come here often?" At this second you saw an opportunity. "Yes, I came here tonight with my boyfriend." You say, making sure to emphasize the boyfriend part. Hoping that this'll cause him to leave you alone. But he just shrugs at this. "Your boyfriend isn't here right now, is he? It's just you and me." His lips curl as you panic internally. "You know, me and my boys, we come here all the time. We go wherever we want actually, different states, different countries." his eyes gleamed at you expecting you to be impressed with his flex. "Uh, cool." You say awkwardly, trying to think of a way to escape from him. "What's your number? I could take you with me...if you are a good a good girl for me." You smile wanes at this. "Uh, excuse me, I have to go-" You try to quickly walk away, but he side steps you and blocks your path, that gross grin still on his face. "Hey, where you going?"

"Uh, M-My boyfriend's probably wondering where I am. So, I should go." You feel your heart begin to race as you try to get past him. But he's adamant about blocking you. "What's the rush? I'm sure he can wait." He stared at you up and down, the grin still on his face. "Come on, give a chance. I'm a nice guy." At that second, you see Tomas in the distance. His smile slowly fades as he sees the black dragon standing in front of you and the distressed look on your face, causing him to speed up. You drowned the man out as Tomas approached, you felt your heart beat against your chest as Tomas desperately made his way through the crowd of people. You were pretty sure the man asked for your number, he tried to ask what your sign was, he asked if you were even listening.

"Y/n! " Tomas called as he finally made it you. The black dragon looks over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes stretch at the sight of Tomas. He clears his throat and puffs up his chest. "Excuse me? Listen, I don't know who this 'Y/n is, but me and Rachel are having a conversation. Fuck off." He tried to make his voice sound deeper as his eyes darted all over Tomas's large figure.

Tomas steps in front of you, getting in the man's way. "Okay, feel free to talk to this 'Rachel', while me and Y/n excuse ourselves." If you could see his face, the man no doubt was confused. "Wait, what-" but Tomas interiors him, "Excuse us." Tomas gently takes your hand, "Come one." He softly whispers to you as you. "So it's like that 'Y/n', huh?". You avoid eye contact as you pass by him. "Alright then, let me know when you want a real man. I'll be sure to remember that sweet ass of yours?"

You gasp as you feel the sting of his hand slap your butt. Immediately, Tomas spins on his heels to face the Black dragon, who eagerly meets his face with a smirk. "What?". You were in too much shock to speak, you just stared at the two as they stared at each other. "Listen, you better run off before I-" but before he can finish his sentence, Tomas's fist slam into the man's face at lightning fast speed. The man slams onto the ground, a surprised look on his face as he clenches his broken nose. Many people inside stopped what they were doing to peer outside and see what was going on. "Fuckin' bastard, I'll-I'll kill you! And then I'll grab you bitch and-" he doesn't have a chance to finish, Tomas grabs him by the throat and begins to pummel him. You stood there and watched, slightly scared, you never saw this part of Tomas before. You knew he was Lin Kuei, but you never anticipated he could be this brutal.

After a few more hits, Tomas stops and stares down at his work. The Black dragon laid unresponsive, his blood painted all over Tomas's fist. He looks at you as if he forgot you were there, a mortified look forms into his face. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...in-in front of you-I-I" he lowers his head in embarrassment, he didn't mean to get so violent in front of you. But the moment the man touched you, everything went red for Tomas. "A-Are you okay?" He finally found the courage to speak. You looked at the Black Dragon and then back at Tomas, "I-I am...Thank you."

You offered your hand to Tomas. Your lips curl a little into a small but grateful smile. Tomas turned your smile and took your hand, and you both went back into the building, leaving the Black Dragon unconscious on the ground outside.

[fannyspammy]

Hiii, I love your firsts series with Adam warlock and wanted to ask if you could do something like that with Minho? Because I saw you write for him too so I wabre to ask but if not that’s totally okey too! I don’t want to pressure you! Have a nice day!

Tease

Minho x Reader

Summary: the first time Minho admits he’s attracted to y/n

Warnings: nothing! You do get sassy asshole Minho & protective Minho (and a hint of soft Minho, if you squint) in one fic tho hehe.

A/N: A little break from the Adam fics with some Minho content! Shoutout to @theblaxkbird for requesting :) wasn’t sure if you wanted it sweet or a little spicier, so I kept it light! It is kind of long [& by kind of I mean very] tho oops sorry. If anyone wants more Minho content feel free to send in requests! Enjoy :)

[not my gif]

The first time y/n met Minho he was… well, insufferable. She arrived in the glade a month after he and the first group of gladers did, & was the first and only woman there. The other boys were either kind to her or afraid of her— either way, they looked out for her and catered to her needs. But Minho? Was an ass.

While the other boys helped pull her out of the box & introduced themselves with a smile, clearly excited to see a girl join the group, Minho led with his famous eye roll & a turn of his heel, walking away in a huff.

Newt apologized on behalf of his friend, explaining to y/n that he wasn’t normally like that, although they had been through a lot in the last month.

As the weeks went by, Minho made it a point to pick on her & tease her, every chance he got, and when he wasn’t doing that, he was simply pretending she didn’t exist.

“Ow! Um, excuse you,” y/n called after Minho when he aggressively bumped her shoulder, cutting her in line. Minho picked up a plate silently, unphased by the irritated girl standing behind him.

Newt rolled his eyes from a few places back. “C’mon Minho, you’re gonna cut in front of the lady?”

“Uh, no, I’m not gonna, ‘cause I already did,” Minho said, looking at his friend from over his shoulder.

Y/n rolled her eyes & swatted the air in dismissal. “It’s fine, Newt.”

After getting her food, y/n plopped down on the soft field a few metres from the Homestead, taking in the warmth of the high noon sun. She ate in comfortable silence, grateful to have a moment to herself in her day surrounded by rowdy boys.

Her comfortable silence was quickly broken by an uproar from the homestead. A chorus of voices erupted, indecipherable. She squinted through the sun, trying to see if she could spot the reason for the ruckus. It died down momentarily, and y/n got up to begin making her way over.

As she approached, Alby stomped out the door with incoherent shouts spilling from his lips, dragging Minho by the arm. Gally followed closely behind, Newt holding him back. It looked like there was a gash across his cheek.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

Why am I not surprised?

She turned around & returned to her spot, watching Alby scold Minho from a distance before leaving him sitting on the grass, ripping it from its roots like a child on time-out. She chuckled to herself, thinking how he was finally getting what he deserved. Then, from her peripherals, y/n saw Minho stand up & make his way over.

Crap.

“Whatcha doing out here?” he asked, hands in his pockets, a large bruise visible on his cheek now that he was closer. His tone didn’t seem hostile for once, but y/n wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to get there.

“What are you doing out here? Tired of getting your ass kicked in there?”

Minho rolled his eyes & plopped down beside her. “You still mad I cut you in line?” He rested his forearms on his knees, his toned muscles peeking out from under his rolled up sleeves.

Oh, god, there is no way this shuckface is gonna disrespect me, act like all he’s done is cut me in line, & then come flaunting his stupid muscles under his tight shirt.

Y/n stood up with a scoff, walking back to the Homestead. The last thing she had was energy to deal with Minho today.

————

“What’s wrong, luv?” Newt said as he approached y/n. “What’s gotcha sittin’ in a bloody corner all by yourself?”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Take a bloody guess.”

The Brit sat down across her. “Y’know, he’s not so bad.”

“All he’s done since I got here is bug me!”

Newt shrugged. “So he likes to tease. He also just took a punch for you.”

Y/n sat up. “He what?”

Newt raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you? I saw him walk over to you outside to I assumed he came over to brag about it. The bugger almost got thrown in the slammer for ya”

“Newt, tell me what happened.”

Newt explained how as she walked outside, Gally made an inappropriate comment about her ass. To everyone’s surprise, Minho warned Gally not to talk about y/n like that again, but instead of apologizing, Gally commented something even more crude (something along the lines of “I’d like to stick it up there”, complete with gestures according to Newt). That’s when Minho really surprised them, lunging at Gally & tackling him to the ground. Gally got in one good punch before Alby finally lifted Minho off of him.

“Don’t worry, Minho definitely got more hits in than Gally did,” Newt informed. “But he was bloody riled up. Ya might wanna talk to him.”

————

When y/n found Minho he was laying in his hammock facing away from her, tossing a rock up & down. He paused for a moment, holding the rock still between his index finger and his thumb, as if sensing her presence, & then resumed just as quickly, as if dismissing it.

“Minho?”

“Whaddaya want, shuckface?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the nickname & trudged over to stand in front of him.

“I brought you an ice pack,” she said, holding it out for him to take. Minho eyed the ice pack, then her, then the ice pack again, before returning his attention to the rock in his hand.

Y/n rolled her eyes for the second time in 2 minutes. When he didn’t take the ice pack, she walked over to the other side of the hammock & placed it on his cheek herself.

As soon as the cold touched his skin, Minho glanced at her without turning his head, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, so you do know my name. I was beginning to think you actually thought my name was shuckface.”

“Damn, shuckface,” Minho emphasized the word & smirked at the eye roll it triggered. “Why you so sensitive today?”

Y/n laughed. “Me? Slim it Minho, I’m not the one who got into a fight over a comment. Hell, if I was as sensitive as your shuck ass we’d be in a fist fight every day.”

Minho groaned in frustration and mumbled to himself. “Of course Newt had to tell you…” Sitting up, he snatched the ice pack from her and began to play with it in place of his rock. “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him talk about you like that.”

“Why not? You talk about me like that all the time.”

Minho wrinkled his nose in distaste for her words. “You think I talk about you like that? I like to tease you, shuckface, not talk about you like some easy skank.” He tilted his head to look at her & shrugged. “And you know I don’t actually mean the klunk I say. I just like when you react, ya shank.”

When her brows furrowed with confusion, he realized she did not, in fact, know that.

“Wait, did you think I was serious? When I’d tease you?”

Y/n threw her hands up in exasperation. “Well, I don’t know, Minho! How was I supposed to know you didn’t actually hate me when the second I stepped foot in the Glade you just rolled your eyes & turned around? You didn’t even bother introducing yourself! I had to get your name from Newt as he apologized for you!”

Minho smirked playfully. “Aw, was the little greenie upset I didn’t give her attention?”

“Slim it, Minho.” Y/n began to walk away. “I dunno why I wasted my time coming here.”

Minho grabbed her wrist. His hand was cold from the ice pack he’d been holding. “Y/n, wait.”

The boy sighed as he pulled her forward to face him again. His head was tilted down but his eyes looked up at her, as if he was embarrassed.

“Look, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you first arrived.” Y/n’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

Did he just apologize?

Minho continued. “You’re the only girl in a field of dudes. And let’s be real, you’re attractive. Clearly whoever sent us here knows my type. And when you arrived, ya know, we’d only been here a month, we were just getting things into routine, getting a structure kicked in— things were just starting to get… normal.”

He laid back down in his hammock again, hands behind his head as he regained his confident composure, attempting to mask the substance of his words with nonchalance.

“Not to brag, but I’d already started to build a reputation as a strong leader, & I knew a lotta those shanks out there looked up to me. So when you showed up, I just didn’t wanna get… distracted. But I should’ve been more welcoming. I’m sorry. And if you were actually upset about me teasing you this whole time you shoulda said somethin’, shuckface, ‘cause I just didn’t know.”

“Now wait just a damn second,” y/n said, putting her hands on her hips. “Are you telling me the whole reason you’ve been acting like an ass is because you’re attracted to me?”

“No, I’m telling you I didn’t want to be distracted by you.” He began tossing the rock again.

“Because you’re attracted me.”

“Am not.”

“You literally just said I’m your type.”

“Mm, is that what I said, though?”

“Minho!” Y/n punched him playfully and he reacted in mock hurt.

“Ouch! A girl who packs a punch? Maybe you are my type after all,” he teased.

Y/n looked him up & down, as if measuring what she was working with, then replied with a smirk. “Good.”

With that, she walked away, Minho’s eyes trailing behind her. Before she was out of sight he called after her.

“Thanks for the ice pack!”

Without looking back she shouted her reply, amusement playing on her lips.

“You’re welcome, shuckface.”

[concretejunglefm]

Matt loves to finger you until you're crying

Okay hear me out. Please please please write a little longer one shit about this where he fingers you until you cry and Folio or Noah walks in and in the end you just end up squirting over both of them and a crying mess 😭

Because you asked nicely and I can't get this thot out of my head 💕

CW: fingering, squirting, a little overstimulation which leads to crying, exhibitionism/voyeurism

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

You have ten minutes, at least you thought so. Now, you think more time has passed, but you’re struggling to comprehend anything beyond the pleasure currently overwhelming you with Matt’s teasing touch.

You’re in the green room, and he has you seated in his lap. Your legs are spread open and secured in place by his arms, which are hooking beneath your knees. You’re trapped and going nowhere. Not that you had any intention of doing so when this all began, but now you’re contemplating it, as you rest your back against his chest, your skirt hiked up to your waist, and a large rip in your fishnets at the crotch, conveniently left for his own ease, squirming on Matt’s fingers which are buried deeply in your cunt. His thumb rubs over your clit, and his fingers skillfully stroke along the spot behind it, trying to coax another orgasm from you.

“Please, please, please,” you beg repeatedly, tears building in your eyes as the overwhelming pressure mounts.

“Please what, baby? I thought this was what you wanted?” Matt teases against the shell of your ear, amusement evident in his tone.

You shake your head, but you’re not protesting or denying it. You’re not asking him to stop because, honestly, you don’t want him to. He’s already pulled a few orgasms from you—the two that followed the first merging into one—and now he’s already attempting to achieve a fourth. You can feel how wet you are; your thighs are slick, and the wetness seeps down between your asscheeks and onto his lap. You can hear how wet you are with his fingers pumping inside you, before he gently withdraws them to teasingly circle your clit and stroke over your folds, as if he’s savoring every aspect of your pussy.

While he does, he whispers in your ear about how soft it feels, how pretty your pussy is, and how wet you are for him, it sends you into a state of dizziness, and you can barely muster any protests beyond strained whimpers and moans as tears slowly roll down your cheeks from the overwhelming stimulation.

Your body trembles violently on his lap, intensifying with each wave of pleasure that washes over you. This incoming wave is stronger than the others, and his fingers work harder inside you, you feel it. Your thighs shake as you cum, and with the wave, you experience a completely new sensation—a whole new pressure that drives you into sobs as you cum, squirting with intense force.

“Holy crap!” In your dazed, teary state, you hear a familiar voice. As you try to focus your eyes, you see Noah and Folio standing in front of you. Their eyes are wide, and their mouths are open in shock. But what you notice the most is the wet patches on their shirts. It seems like they’ve been splashed by something. When you finally realize what’s happening, your own eyes widen, and you let out a whimper.

You try to move to close your legs or wriggle yourself off Matt’s lap, but he stops you. “Shh, baby. I believe they’re eager to watch you go again.” He whispers against your ear with a playful smirk, his fingers once again returning to their rhythmic circling of your throbbing clit.

Noah and Folio then move to take a seats on the couch opposite, their anticipation palpable as they eagerly await your next ‘show’.

[halibellecter]

Break Me Open

"You want to spar? You never want to spar. Planning on defecting from us, Legate?"

"I want you to hurt me,"

"...what?"

"I want you to hurt me--" She's still so angry that she's shaking. And the right thing to do would be to spill the whole story to him, the return to the elevator, the digging, the other files-- the codes that now beyond a doubt weren't even their doing-- she nearly killed him and only to find out that her first recon mission had been right: that HE'D been right: there was no second layer, no true story, they did this to her on purpose, but... "And-- I want to hurt you. I can't-- there's so much and I can't--" Can't cry, can't scream, can't anything because Agents are always quiet, they're calm, and--

It's nice to be understood, even if at the moment, the way she knows Hunter understands what she's trying to say is via his left hook. That's a good start.

It's not enough to break her open-- let everything out so it will stop choking her-- but it feels good not to think about anything but the next few moves. Watch. Touch. Block. Dodge. Focus. Neither one of them is wearing any protective gear, belatedly she thinks she should've let him put some on but kicking against bone and tissue hurts, too, more than if he was wrapped up. They've never fought like this before, not before Quesh and not when she could finally hurt him. Not when she nearly killed him-- even then he went down easier, with that shock device. She can feel bruises forming and while they're not aiming for each other's face or head, accidents happen-- she'll have a black eye by tomorrow and her lip is split, nose bleeding, the blood mixing with sweat... striking and breaking apart again and again. It's so high energy that a stitch aches in her side as if she'd been running. No good, still no good. A few seconds where her eyes mist up or her voice jumps to a little louder than usual, but still...

Finally, both panting and bleeding-- when did she do that to his eye? ouch-- Legate curls in around her side, trying to guard the painful muscle spasm that keeps going every time she moves, and leaves her other side open. He lunges, and they both go down onto the mat, hard, rolling over and over. It's hard to fill her lungs up while being slammed down on her back and twisting around him to gain the upper hand. She didn't prefer either of them to win, not really; as long as they beat the osik out of each other that was fine with her--

But there is a winner, she realizes as his face looms over hers, as his hands clench around her shoulders, pinning her to the mat, locked in place. With some difficulty he frees a hand, shifts his weight,

"Wh-what--"

"Shut up," He moves around her carefully, as if she's the enemy-- isn't she?-- aware that she's still trying to get out of his grip, and suddenly manages to get the right angle to scrub the sharp points of his knuckles against her sternum.

Pain. Pain, and an overwhelming amount of it. She gasps in a breath.

"Hunter--!"

"You wanted me to hurt you." He digs the points deeper, and something breaks-- fortunately, only on the inside of her mind. Of course it's okay for her eyes to water a little. They don't use this trick in interrogations for nothing. Her next gasp comes out broken, a catch and then a rough sob. Her eyes finally brim over and tears spill down onto the mat.

"There you go. Keep going."

She assumes he'll draw back, give her some space, he hates this kind of mushy feelings crap, but he doesn't even move his hand away. He doesn't move it at all, in fact, except to gently rock his knuckles back and forth, watching her face and occasionally telling her she's doing good. He keeps varying where the points are exactly, but holds steady pressure that gives her constant pain-- and a constant reason to be sobbing as he pins her down. It's so bad, rough and dull and like an ache that's on fire, but that means it's a good excuse-- one that doesn't stop until she seems to have run out of tears, exhausted and only feeling half real. He pulls his hand back.

"Better?"

"Y-y-y---" she finally just nods, swallowing hard. He untangles them, stands up. Doesn't offer a hand.

"You good?"

More nodding.

"You're welcome. And Legate?"

She tilts her head at him, still not quite trusting herself to speak.

"Next time it's my turn."

He only waits for one nod before slipping out of the room, leaving her alone-- still sniffling-- in the middle of the mat.

I guess it takes one to know one.

[davenporttf]

Emascatine

Yo, what's up? My names Phil and I'm the quarterback for Boston College. Go Eagles! I love the sport and I'm stoked I get to play QB.

I gotta be honest with you though, I've been having a slump lately out on the field. I haven't been at the top of my game. I've been working out every day but no matter how much training I put in, I'm getting sacked left and right.

I stopped by a local vitamin shop to switch up my preworkout. I don't think this whey stuff is really giving me the boost I need, ya know? The guy at the shop seemed like he was into me. I caught him multiple times checking me out as I was walking up and down the aisles. Not that I care really, a compliment is a compliment but dude could be less obvious about it. He eventually took a break from creepin to ask me what I was looking for in particular.

I explained how I wanted to switch up my preworkout, and he said he had just the thing. It was this black generic bottle with the brand name "Hit Fit." The slogan underneath it said "It'll hit you the first time guaranteed!" I didn't recognize the brand so I looked at the active ingredient, Emascatine. I've never heard of it either but the guy at the shop said it was a new type of drug only sold through his shop.

I was weary of trying the brand but the prospect of fast results was exactly what I needed right now. I caved and decided if I didn't see any results, I'd return it later.

I stopped home and whipped up the preworkout shake and threw it in my bag along with the bottle in case one of the teammates needed some. I made it to the locker room just in time, and setup in front my locker. I took out my preworkout and took my first sip. It tasted like fruit loops which was a nice changeup from my last powder that tasted like crap. I took more sips and really liked the taste so I started to down it.

"So tasty!" my voice cracked as I said it. "You good Phil?" asked my teammate, Drew.

"I'm good, sweetie!" The words just left my mouth without a thought. My voice had raised several octaves and my face was as red as ever realizing what I said. Drew looked at me in amusement. "haha okay, babe" thinking it was a joke.

I refocus on getting dressed, and pulled on my compression pants over my jock. My skin felt so sensitive in the moment. The tightness of the pants felt so good on my legs. I rubbed my legs up and down feeling the spandex material stretch. I was getting aroused by watching my quads flex in them. My eyes were closed sitting on the bench while I rubbed my inner thighs. An inaudible moan came from my mouth as I felt my dick hardened.

What was happening to me?! I look over the Hit Fit bottle and notice a tiny disclaimer at the bottom. "Emascatine may cause side effects of heightened sensitivity, mood changes, sexual stimulation, and emasculation."

I snapped out of it long enough to feel my ass stretch the tights even further. My center of gravity shifted as my ass grew into a firm bubble butt. I tried to walk around but felt an itch coming from deep inside my ass. I braced myself with hands on the wall squirming to hopefully scratch the itch. I don't know why it felt so right in the moment but I started to shake my ass faster and faster side to side as if it were on display for my teammates.

Drew had taken notice, yelling over "Yo, Phil. What has gotten into you?!" They watched as I continued moving my ass in their direction. My teammates' demeanor changed the longer they watched. I could see their faces going from confusion to slight interest to lustful. My ass was hypnotizing and they could have stood there all day staring into it's fluid motion.

I loved the look on their faces and called over to them "Hey boysss! You like what you see?"

Drew smiled, "Damn, Phil. Why don't you come over here and we can do some team bonding?"

I thought he'd never ask. I let them line up as I got in position.

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Epilogue:

Coach says I need to take a step back from QB. Something about my performance not being up to snuff. I've been told I'd make a better water boy. I've really enjoyed it so far. I keep my boys hydrated as they take turns slamming my P-spot. Team morale has never been higher.

[embeanwrites]

Car Karaoke (Jamie Tartt x GN!Reader)

A short little piece I wrote after singing very poorly in my car. The reader is gender-neutral!

Jamie had gotten used to driving around with them in the passenger seat. 

It started as him trying to be nice while returning to Richmond. The lads seemed to enjoy their company, they were someone Keeley had brought in to be her “eyes and ears” on the ground at Richmond to work on different PR projects, and the boys had essentially adopted them as almost like a younger sibling figure.

At first, it annoyed the crap out of Jamie. Now there was someone new around that only had bad opinions of him, someone else he would have to convince and fix his self-image with. But almost instantly he realized that wasn’t the case. He was positive that the team had at the very least warned them about him and his actions, but he never had a moment where he felt like they were judging him or already knew more about him than he had shared. 

It was nice. It was like a fresh start one that he didn’t feel like he necessarily deserved until he saw them walking home in the rain. 

“Oi!” he shouted, his voice fighting the sound of the rain. The look on their face was almost priceless if they weren’t soaking wet and shivering like one of those tiny rat dogs. 

“Oh! Hi Jamie!” They said with their normal cheery voice, once again stunning him stupid. 

“Get in my car before you get sick and die on us!” 

Since that day they had soaked his seats and raved about how he needed a car with heated seats, even though it was dead summer, he had been driving them home. And for about 15 to 20 minutes a day, the two of you would be in his car. 

He has ranked his favorite types of times in the car in his head. 

The last of which, is ones in silence, which had only really happened the first week. 

Next would be the ones where he spends the whole ride talking, normally ranting about something Roy had said to him at training. He did appreciate how they’d silently listen.

The runner-up would be the days when the two of you are just chatting. He found himself enjoying their stories and the random questions they had for him. However, some of their strange hypotheticals threw him off. 

Oh, but his most favorite. His favorite of them all is when they would sing along to his music. 

The only issue, which he didn’t view it as one, is they weren’t the best singers. Jamie wouldn’t even call them good, but for some reason it made him feel so trusted. Their off-key notes, singing unbridled with fear from him ridiculing them. Never had the others heard them sing, they had always bowed out during karaoke night with the team, and as far as he could that was the only opportunity anyone else would have had to hear them sing. 

So their bad out-of-tune singing was reserved just for him. Or maybe that was his wishful thinking. That you and him were closer than anyone else and that you trusted him more than anyone else and it took about three months of him driving them for you to stay anything about it.  

“Listen, if I ever bother you with my singing you can always tell me to stop.” Jamie took a moment to glance over at them. They were looking down at their feet, their cheeks an adorable shade of pink, and he couldn’t help but wonder whatever gave them the idea that he would want them to stop. 

“Why? I think you’re a great singer.” 

“Great is definitely wrong, but I appreciate it, Tartt.” They said, sarcastically. 

“No, I mean.” Jamie took a deep breath. “Okay, yeah, you’re singing…it’s rough, but! But! I like it. I like that you are comfortable enough to do that around me…it’s nice.” He finds himself cringing at his honesty as he pulls up in front of their flat. He takes a moment to look at them. They’re blushing, but they’re also staring at him like he’s hung the stars in the sky. For a split second, he wonders if it’s less about his words and more about the fact he’s the one who said them. 

He finds himself really hoping it’s the latter. 

“Oh well…that’s kind of you Jamie. I really do enjoy our car rides.” They said with a goofy smile on their face. “Maybe…maybe sometime we can hang out outside of just you taking me home? Only if you want to though! We absolutely don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just-”

“I’d love to.” He interrupts before they can spiral anymore. “I’d really love to.” He watches their face become even more red as they nod. “Maybe we could go karaokeing.” He teases, wanting to see just how red their face could become. 

“Oh fuck off, Tartt. Besides that’s like…5th date material.” They tease. 

“Well, I’ll be holding you to that then.”

[connorswhisk]

simmer (nick x luke)

for @jessieluvsoranges sorry this took so long i hope you like it!! perhaps not as fluffy as you might have had in mind haha but apparently i'm allergic to writing fluff so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also on my ao3

Footsteps sound behind Nick in the dark, and his mouth twists down into an angry scowl. “I told you to leave me the hell alone, Uncle Pete.”

“I know,” Luke’s voice says softly, and Nick turns in surprise, shoulders de-tensing just a little at the realization. “But I figured maybe you were hungry.”

“Sorry,” Nick apologizes. “Thought you were…” He trails off, staring at the dry heel of brown bread and the mushy apple in Luke’s hands. “What the hell’s all this?”

Luke grimaces. “All I could manage to filch from dinner. Got somethin' for Diane, too. She’s eating it now.”

Nick ignores the offered food and returns to gazing moodily out of his and Luke’s cell bedroom window. “I’m gonna kill him.”

He hears Luke sink down on the creaky bottom bunk behind him. “You can’t kill him,” says Luke, ever the minuscule angel perched atop Nick’s shoulder, a little nagging sometimes. “You know that.”

“Well, I wish I could do something, ” says Nick angrily. He can still hear the sharp smack of Carver’s backhand across his mother’s face. He can barely feel his own swelling eye and stinging cheekbone, not through all the rage bubbling up inside him. Of course it wouldn’t be enough to just hit them, of course the fucker had to take away his mom’s dinner, too.

And Nick’s own meal, as well, but that doesn’t seem to matter as much.

“Carlos and Alvin think soon,” Luke tells him, voice rising to barely above a whisper. “Pete, Reggie, and Rebecca agree. Not that much longer, buddy, then we’ll get out of here. Just - Just keep holdin’ on. Just a little bit longer.”

Nick screws his eyes shut, frustrated. “I know,” he grumbles. “I know. God, this whole thing is just - it’s just so fucked! ”

“ Sssh! ” Luke hisses. His eyes dart fervently to their door’s open window. “Keep your voice down, man! Don’t be an idiot.”

“Sorry,” mutters Nick after a moment, shaking his head. He can barely keep the angry tremors out of his voice. “Don’t need him coming back here and blacking your eyes up, too.” His blood simmers steadily with hate. “What an asshole. ”

“We’re so close, ” Luke reminds him, voice sounding kinda desperate. “So close, Nick. And once we’re outta here, no one’s gonna lay a finger on you or Diane ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Every time he hears Luke say his name, Nick feels chills rippling up and down his fool’s backbone. He swallows, hard, and whispers, “You don’t know that, man.”

“Well, I’m gonna try to make it that way,” says Luke with conviction. He nods at the measly dinner set out on the rickety bedside table before him. “Go on then.”

Nick turns. Luke’s eyes are boring into his own, fervent and convincing (he’s so certain ), and Nick’s cheekbone throbs and he fists his hand into the collar of Luke’s shirt, white-knuckled, and kisses him.

Luke starts to return the sentiment, lips moving against lips, but just as quickly he pulls away. “We - We said we weren’t gonna do this anymore. You said we couldn’t do this no more.”

“Forget what I said,” Nick mutters back to him, aching to feel Luke’s tongue press into his own. “Just forget it, Luke, kiss me…”

“This is a bad idea,” Luke whispers, but he kisses him all the same. “Dammit…”

He never knew he wanted this, not really, not ‘til now. Nick’s not good with feelings and all that lovey-dovey crap. The stuff before, that had been stress relief. A way to find some little moment of somethin’ nice in the middle of all the shit. Eventually, he’d put a stop to it because Pete was startin’ to look at them funny. But now Nick realizes that maybe the real reason he tried to end it’s because he was getting more invested in what he and Luke were doing than he knew how to be comfortable with. 

Is he even comfortable now? No…and yes, definitely at the same time. He can’t really tell. This is what he’s always wanted - this is what was never supposed to happen - and, Lord help him, Nick can’t fucking stop, he couldn’t even if he wanted to. He’s been looking and looking at Luke his whole life long and it’s only just now he’s picking up on what all those looks have really meant.

Uncle Pete would probably roll his eyes and say Told ya so, like he always has when Nick inevitably fucks up for the millionth time, even though he didn’t tell Nick nothing about this. Where the hell was the warning for any of it?

Life don't come with warnings anymore. Not these days.

Luke pulls away. He tips his head down to bury his nose at the junction of Nick’s shoulder and his neck. His lips flutter there, breathy, in and back out again.

I love you, Nick feels him mouth into his skin.

And Nick swallows, stomach growling with hunger as he glances over at his dinner, and he says to Luke, 

“I know.”

[fanfictionstuff]

Birthday/Anniversary Amaimon x Reader - version 1

It's our man's anniversary/birthday thing lol

“Crap, now I wish I had asked him.” You mumble to yourself as you stare at the six different cakes on the counter. You’d only been trying to make one cake for the three of you, because you just know Mephisto would whine about not being invited. But after you had one cake in the oven, you had an idea for another flavor, and another, and another. 

Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, spice, butterscotch… and Funfetti. With a sigh, you push the Funfetti to the side. He’s not a child. To be honest, you simply got carried away when you discovered the sprinkles in the cabinet, momentarily forgetting the reason and the person for whom you were baking this cake. Though you know he wouldn’t question it if you brought him a Funfetti cake. 

You pull out your phone and send Mephisto a message to get his thoughts. 

All six! 😘🥳🤩

Right, why did I bother asking? 

You end up making two cakes, with three different flavors. Chocolate, red velvet, and vanilla for one. Spice, butterscotch, and a fun surprise of Funfetti for the second cake. 

By the end of the night, you have two fairly nicely decorated cakes in the fridge for Amaimon’s birthday/anniversary/whatever you’re in the mood to prefer to it as. You kicked Amaimon out for the night which he was pissy about.

Seeing the grumpy demon king at the end of the hallway stalking toward you isn’t surprising. “Amaimon, good morning!" you grin as you wrap your arms around the brooding demon. Despite his bitterness, he embraces you in return. You plant a kiss on his cheek. “Do you know what today is?” 

“Monday.” 

“Yes, anything else?”

“What were you doing last night?” 

“I told you I needed to study for a test, and it’s hard to concentrate with a hot demon king right next to me.” You give him the same excuse as last night, but he looks just as impressed now as he did then. “Don’t give me that look. I promise you’ll have my full attention after school today.” You kiss his cheek again, yet he still seems a bit moody about it. “I can’t believe my usually impassive king is so upset that I didn’t let him spend the night with me.” Despite his frustration, when you lean forward and press your lips against his, he nearly melts into the kiss. 

Transitioning from being able to kiss you anytime he wanted over the past few months to not being able to kiss you for more than twelve hours affected Amaimon far more than he would ever admit. “I’m annoyed my human disobeyed me.” 

“That’s all?” 

“Yes.” He lies. He normally would’ve ignored you, stayed glued to your side, and not cared about your excuses, but Mephisto had something for him to do. 

You know he’ll eventually get over it, so you aren’t too worried about the moody demon; instead, you feel giddy with anticipation. You can’t wait for the school day to end, and you hope he’ll like the cake and other gifts you got for him.

Throughout the rest of the day, he kisses you at every opportunity, as if he’s trying to make up for the previous twelve hours. You’ve had to push him away whenever he wanted more than just a quick peck, which was most of the time. He’s definitely trying to compensate for the last twelve hours. 

When the school day ends, you’re nearly bubblingly with excitement. You aren’t expecting him to be blown away and get excited about his surprise party, if it could be considered a party, but you’re excited. 

“Where are you going?” Amaimon tugs your hand back as you attempt to pull him toward Mephisto’s house.

“We are going to see Mephisto.” 

“No.” He tugs you again to emphasize his word. 

“We have to.” 

“No.” 

Okay, maybe you should’ve expected this: “We have to go. I made something, and it’s at Mephisto’s house.” 

“Why is something you made at Big Brother’s house?” 

“Oh. Uh, because I asked him to hold it for me? You know what? It doesn’t matter. Let’s go.” 

“No.” 

“If you don’t come, I won’t let you spend the night again.” 

“Welcome!” Mephisto greets you, while Belial opens the door to the dining room that Mephisto has prepared for the occasion. The room is large, featuring a table that can probably seat twenty people. “Amaimon, you sit here!” Mephisto says as he pulls out the chair at the end of the table. 

Amaimon’s fingers gently squeeze your hand as he quietly approaches the end of the table that Mephisto has set for dinner. He takes a seat in the chair to the left of the head of the table and pulls you down to sit beside him on his left. Mephisto pouts slightly at Amaimon’s refusal to sit in the seat Mephisto had set up; instead of sitting in the seat himself, he drops down into the seat across from Amaimon. 

“Do you know why we’re here?” Mephisto inquires of Amaimon. “No,” he responds flatly. "Not even a hint?" Mephisto presses on. “No.” Mephisto lets out an exaggerated sigh. "I guess I’ll have to let Miss _____ explain it to you then.”

You gently reach out, tracing your finger along the edge of his pointed ear. He tilts his head slightly, offering you better access, yet his expression remains unchanged as he waits for your explanation. “It’s your anniversary… birthday… thing.” You grin and give the tip of his ear a slight pinch. 

Amaimon looks completely uninterested, which doesn’t surprise either you or Mephisto.

“_____, why are we here? We could have gone home and had better food.” Amaimon pokes at the instant noodles. 

Mephisto looks absolutely offended. “What could possibly be better than instant noodles?!”  

“Anything ____ cooks,” Amaimon replies without missing a beat.

You feel a flutter in your chest at his compliment, though his face remains as impassive as ever. "Just wait until dessert, Amaimon," you say with a smile.

Amaimon narrows his golden eyes slightly, his interest piqued despite himself. He twirls the instant noodles around his fork absentmindedly, his gaze never leaving your face.

"Yes, wait until dessert, little brother," Mephisto says with a dramatic flourish of his hand. "Our dear _____ has been quite busy."

Amaimon's fingers find their way to your thigh under the table, his touch possessive yet gentle. It's his way of showing affection, you've learned—always needing that physical connection with you.

"My ______," Amaimon states bluntly, looking at Mephisto.

Mephisto's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Yes, yes, we all know she's yours," he says with a dismissive wave. "Though I still don't understand what she sees in you."

You squeeze Amaimon's hand under the table, feeling his fingers tighten around yours in response. Despite his blank expression, you can sense his irritation at his brother's teasing.

"I made cake," you say, unable to contain your smile any longer. "For you."

"Cake?" Amaimon's golden eyes flicker to you. 

Mephisto claps his hands together dramatically. "Not just any cake! She made six different flavors!”

" I wasn't studying last night. I was baking." You squeeze his hand under the table. "Happy birthday-anniversary-whatever day."

Without warning, Amaimon pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that carries the subtle sweetness of the candy he's been indulging in all day. His hand slips to the back of your neck, holding you close as he deepens the kiss. When he finally releases you, you feel slightly breathless.

Amaimon's fingers tighten slightly on your thigh, yet his expression stays impassive. "When’s dessert?" 

You can't help but smile at his straightforwardness. Typical Amaimon—getting straight to what he desires. 

"Patience, little brother," Mephisto says, twirling his fork with flair. "One must appreciate the journey before arriving at the destination." 

Amaimon stares blankly at Mephisto before turning to you. "I want dessert now." 

"Just a few more minutes," you promise, placing your hand over his on your thigh. "Finish your noodles first. Mephisto worked hard to ensure the timer was just right so they weren’t overcooked or undercooked.” Even though you’re joking, Mephisto wears a smug expression.

With a slight huff that only you would recognize as his version of a sigh, Amaimon returns to his food, eating mechanically while his thumb traces small circles on your leg. The motion sends pleasant shivers up your spine. “You’re so cute. I love you.” You gush, pulling him into another kiss, this one a sweet quick kiss before you turn back to your cup of instant noodles. Amaimon doesn’t react to being called cute, while Mephisto shakes his head. 

“He’s cute? Dear _____, your taste is questionable."

A few minutes later, Belial enters, pushing a large silver cart adorned with two cakes. Mephisto stands up and makes an exaggerated gesture, exclaiming, “Ah, the cakes have arrived! Since your sweet _____ has prepared six different flavors, you simply must try a piece of each cake!” He signals for Belial to begin slicing the cakes. 

“Six?” A look of curiosity crosses Amaimon’s face. That’s a little abnormal for you. 

Shyly, you glance away. “I kind of got carried away…” you admit. 

Amaimon has seen you put in a lot of effort into perfecting just one or two flavors. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “I’ll have to thank you later tonight.” His hand slides further up your thigh, sending a pleasant warmth through your body. Mephisto clears his throat dramatically, breaking the moment between you two.

"Now, now, save that for after my magnificent hosting duties are complete," he says with a theatrical wave of his hand. "Behold the masterpieces!"

Belail sets two slices of cake in front of each of you. Amaimon gazes at the cakes with curiosity as you quickly identify each flavor, several of which he has never tried before. “This one is red velvet,” you say, pointing to a layer of cake he hasn’t encountered yet from the first slice. “For the other cake, we have spice, butterscotch, and, uh… funfetti. It’s a vanilla cake with sprinkles. I got a little sidetracked when I saw the sprinkles,” you admit.

Mephisto enthusiastically praises your baking skills while scolding Amaimon for his deadpan responses when you ask him if he likes it. “I’m glad you like it.” You grin at Amaimon, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he takes another bite of cake.  

“_____?” 

“Yes?”

“Are you going to make us real food when we go home?” He gives the instant ramen a pointed look. 

“Of course, whatever you want.” You giggle, pressing your lips against his cheek. 

Mephisto shakes his head. "Are you really going to make your beautiful future wife, future queen, and the future mother of your children slave away cooking dinner for you when I’ve already prepared a perfectly good meal?" 

Amaimon doesn’t even glance at Mephisto; he just silently finishes eating the cake before standing up. “Let’s go _____.” He hands you a key that will open your home as he picks up the two cakes. 

“Not even a thank you? Wait- you don’t need both cakes, do you? Why not leave one for me?”  

“No.”  

“Half a cake?”  

“No.”  

“A slice?”  

“Goodbye, big brother.” Amaimon nods for you to use the key. 

“You don’t have to leave so soon!”  

“I’m hungry.”  

“You just ate!”  

“I’d rather eat what _____ cooks for me. Besides, that’s not the only thing I’m craving. Bye.”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment. “Amaimon!”  

“What? It’s true.”

Mephisto frowns as the door slams shut. "I have such ungrateful younger brothers."

[geekcat]

Dib leaves a series of voicemail messages for Zim. Written for @lizzywizzyafton13.

You have. One. New message from. Dib-Monkey.

Beep!

A-HA! Guess what, Zim—it’s me, Dib! I just found your phone number! I hope you didn’t expect me to not figure it out, because I did! Just try to finish any of your evil plots with me being able to call you whenever!

…you, uh…didn’t pick up, so…maybe this isn’t working as a distraction…

Whatever! I’ll just keep calling, and I’ll fill up your voicemail with messages so that no one else will be able to call you! And then someone will notice how suspicious it is that you don’t have a working phone, and then people will notice how weird and alien you really are!

So…if you don’t want that to happen, you’ll have to answer the phone and talk to me, no matter what you’re doing! Ha!

…

Do you even know how to listen to voicemail messages?

…well! If you don’t figure it out, that’ll just make it easier for me to fill up your voicemail! You won’t win, you…evil space monster!

Click.

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You have. One. New message from. Dib-pest.

Beep!

—lieve you won’t even pick up, are you kidding me!? After what you did, you’re going to just ignore me!? Like I wouldn’t notice that someone broke into my room and went through my stuff!?

I noticed the open window as soon as I got home, and I already know you took my journal! Messing with my stuff is one thing, but that’s…that’s a low blow, Zim! That’s not just evidence in there, it’s…well, it’s personal!

…

I mean. I already know you’re not going to return it. You probably burned it as soon as you saw me calling, right? If you haven’t already gotten rid of it. That’s…well, that sucks, but I guess as long as you don’t actually read anything, I…

Crap. Crap. Look, give it back or destroy it, which you probably already have, but…don’t read that! I’ll…I’ll never forgive you if you do! I-I’ll be mad if it’s gone, but not nearly as much as I’ll be if you read it, because I’ll know!

I…I just…don’t read it, got it!?

Click!

-----

You have. One. New message from. The Dib.

Beep!

…Zim.

What the hell was that!?

Shuffling. Okay…no, don’t answer, I already know what you did. But why did you do that!? Of all things to do in a fight, you just…kiss me!? What the hell!

Y-You know what that means to humans, right? It’s…not something enemies do, Zim! So, why!?

Ugh, and of course you’re not even here to actually answer anything! Or are you just avoiding me now? Look, you can’t blame me for running off after doing something like that to me!

That was my first kiss, you jerk! Were you just trying to steal it from me? That would make more sense than you actually trying to confess, that you'd be interested in me. I mean, why would you even think I would be—

…

…you…you read my evidence journal, didn’t you…?

…crap.

Click.

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You have. One. New message from. Dib-sweet.

Beep!

Hey! I figured you wouldn’t pick up the phone yet. Which is…good, because this might be easier if I’m, well, just recording it.

…I had a fun time. Thank you for…asking me out. This was…really nice.

Yeah, it…feels awkward saying that. Would be worse if it was to your face, or…voice, I guess. Which is, um, why I waited until after I made it home to call you. …I’m really glad you found out how to listen to your voicemail messages, you know.

Anyway! I’ll probably talk to you again, soon, but…we could make this a regular thing! I know some great places we can go to, so I can take us somewhere next time. There’s a bakery on Maple Street that actually specializes in maple bars, I’m sure you’ll like those, and there’s a new movie coming out on Saturday…

Aaaaand it would probably be better to plan this sort of thing when I’m actually talking to you and not a recording, huh?

…

Heh. You know, maybe…maybe it’s not a bad thing you read my journal. Figured out about my feelings, because I wasn’t planning on telling you.

…ugh, just forget I said that! I’m still mad you took it, you know. And don’t you dare try to act smug about it the next time we talk, or…or I’ll do something about it! How’d you like it if I kissed you and caught you by surprise next time, huh?

Anyway. …this message started getting longer than I expected. I lo…I’ll see you soon. Goodnight.

Click.

[cathchicken]

Ok so after a bit of me actually taking time to think about the collectors situation this is my sort of realized opinion: (warning: it is very long)

As I saw someone else state, the collector was previously imprisoned for like hundreds of years on the isles. Probably not a nice memory to have. Although, it was pretty much only with you know who, so it’s not like he’s gotten sick of or holds a feeling to flee the entire demon realm itself. But I dont feel bad if he wants some space (haha)

Aside from his siblings, there wasn’t really a specified thing for him to dislike the stars in any way. If anything he felt more comfortable there. he probably misses it a little bit, given the starry aesthetic of the archives and stuff. NOW don’t take this as me saying he is better off there. If anything, I am still a little nervous about the whole situation. The ambiguity of “the stars”, while I like in a petty fashion, doesn’t give much confirmation on what he’s actually dealing with. It is something familiar at least, but we don’t even know if it’s literally space or just another realm (parallel to the demon realm or human realm). If I had to hope of anything though, that if they meet their siblings, he beats them to a pulp. Fuck them. I don’t think he’d get tricked by them again, since he’s clearly figured out their shit even before season 3. Overall, I wish they elaborated on the realm before having him just whizz off there at the end. It could be good or bad, but in the end we do sort of have a reason to feel “wait wtf come back” and “where are you going??” In a way.

NOW the other thing! That people who are angry about this situation are bringing up (and that I mainly agree with). Which is the whole “found family” message of the show, and also the “nobody argued” line. Now, thinking about it from the shoes of Luz/Eda: powerful being who sort of just brainwashed (? Idk what to call the puppet situation. Controlled..? Eh, you know what I mean) a shit ton of people and doesn’t seem to care about their well being. Face-value. BUT!! (Big but) They also see that this being is a child that genuinely does want normal things like love and truth, but doesn’t understand concepts like death and friendship. They see a kid that is really upset, but trying their best to make others perceive themselves as “approachable” and/or worthy of their time (oof). Overall, trying his very best. Luz specifically sees all of this, and even makes an effort to congratulate the Collector when he attempts to take what she said into heart. He IS perfectly capable of expressing himself in a healthy way, he really just needs a proper parental figure to help him out. (Stares aggressively at Camila until she burns up). He’s not “uncontrollable”, he’s just lived the past few years with a crusty old puritan and has essentially learned the exact opposite of what he’s trying to accomplish.

Then, we get to the scene where the “nobody argued” line hits. Oog. I can understand that they think he should take time to himself after all of… that. And they probably respect his choice to mature too. ALTHOUGH. Like, after everything I’ve previously pointed out… wouldn’t any of them be a t i n y bit concerned about him going off all alone again? His whole ordeal these years has him being afraid of being alone!! He is ofc welcomed to the owl house, and can return whenever he likes, but, just like us, we don’t know crap about the star realm. The only things they know is that out there, he has shit siblings that fucked him up. Wouldn’t at least some of them be concerned? I do have a feeling he is going to be fine (we “sort” of see him in the credits so he’s alive which is to be expected). But still, in that moment, it would be weird that “no one argued”. All I would have wanted was someone to say “but will you be ok alone?” And then saying “oh yeah! I like it there, I know how to get around/ I have people there that I am cool with 👍” and then that. Like a little thing… idk. I do like that idea that after a few days he comes back because he realizes “actually I am mentally 9 (and possibly autistic) I don’t know how to figure out social cues on my own.” Like again there could be star people who are cool and will fill that place, but that’s only speculation. This whole time they were building up the idea that he shouldn’t be alone and needs others to figure stuff out! Because he was with Luz, only for a little bit, he absorbed the idea that giving kindness, when it’s deserved, is a better way to make friends than forcing people. And because he was with Luz, he learned (the hard way) how scary and forever death really is. Then in that ending scene with him, he just… figures he will be cool without them for a bit, and they agree too. (?) rehghfjk. This wasn’t a totally terrible decision, but the ambiguity of it just!! Makes it reasonably to feel ok with. How long will he be gone at a time? Are there other people he will be with? We aren’t exactly given an answer. We get allusions, but that’s it.

I am at least glad that King, of all people, would tell them that he wishes the collector would come back soon. (Was that another way of them saying he would come back sooner than later? It’s not confirmed so idk) I like this because, well, King was essentially the person that the Collector was closest to. (Besides Belos but he was the exact opposite on the spectrum of cool people to hang out with) King, as a kid himself, would relate most to him. He says that himself in FTF. He is understandably pissed at the whole puppet thing, but he understands that “I should address this but also acknowledge he doesn’t know better to an extent”. King would want to treat the Collector as he would himself, and how he knows how important having a family, whether it is blood or found, is important to oneself. King wouldn’t be half the character he is nowadays if it wasn’t for Eda and Luz to accompany him. When he told the collector “I hope to see you again” that makes sense; he knows that the collector would benefit from having people like how he did, and it would be beneficial, regardless if the collector does get proper parental figures in the star realm, if he would see them often. And ofc, he would probably genuinely want to hang out with them as well. He was glad to be their friend, to an extent. He was never totally unhappy about his situation in FTF. Also, him giving the Collector Francois at the end was really cute. Just in case he needs a buddy until he gets there. As far as we know, the collector needs Francois more than King does. And I think King knows that.

Ok so I think that’s it for my thoughts. If I suddenly remember something I will add it in. I’m not saying that I’m right or wrong, this is just how I genuinely feel. Feel free to comment your own opinions!! I am open to have my mind changed. In the end, I guess I just want the best for my little blorbo. Can you blame me…??

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Chapter 2

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with ***

Jude: …..

Business Partner: I'm so glad you took the time to come visit us! These are all first class products, so please, feel free to inspect them...!

Jude: There are lots that aren't out here.

Business Partner: Yes?

Jude: Yes? No. Show me the lot, don't you understand?

Business Partner: Hm....Well, it's in a warehouse a little ways from here, so it'll take me a while to bring it to you.

Ellis: I thought you might say that, so I brought you this. This is it, right?

Business Partner: What? When did you go to....?

Jude: Isn't the quality different as what was sent to headquarters for inspection?

Jude: It's not like anything you see here.

Ellis: I don't understand. I think they all look the same.

Jude: Shut up, rotten eyes.

Ellis: OK.

Jude: So, what's this all about?

Business Partner: …..you know, uhhhh, uh, uh.....

Jude: Mistake. You tried to disguise a bad product and sell it at the price of superior quality, but that was a mistake.

Business Partner:........uh.

Jude: Well, I'll let you off the hook this time. (Me: Uh-huh.)

Jude: It was your first time, and isn't it my fault that I was mistaken as someone you could deceive with your shallow wit?

Business Partner: Eh, what? Oh.....

Jude: But at least now you know that I'm not easily fooled.

Jude: If you try anything stupid again, I'll sink your whole boat, remember?

Business Partner: Heeeee....! Yes, I understand! Sorry, thank you very much.

Alfons: Wow, did you see that El? That evil face. That's the most blackmailing thing I've ever seen.

Elbert: It's not nice to cheat people, so I guess you can see......Jude's point.

Alfons: Yes, yes, a textbook reply.

Alfons: But wouldn't that make the report more interesting, so let's dramatize it a bit.

Alfons: “Torturing and humiliating innocent citizens, Jude smiles cruelly....”

Elbert: Al, lying is not good. (Precious bbg.)

Ellis: Oh....and.

Business Partner: Hyeup! (That is a hiccup noise....I tried.)

Ellis: There seems to be some disturbing people going in and out of the warehouse you're renting these days....Do you know about it?

Business Partner: Eh!

Ellis: Oh, it's fine if you don't know. I just want to make sure you're not violating any contracts.

The business partner looks at the warehouse district for a moment, shivering with a pale face, as if he were frightened.

He immediately returned his gaze to the front and shook his head sideways like a broken toy.

Ellis: ...............

Jude: That's fine then. (Bruh done messed up.)

Jude: You know what happens of you violate the contract.

Ellis: There is a trading company that buys these defective lots at a low price for shoddy products, so you can take them there.

Ellis: Here's the contact information for the rep. Good luck.

Alfons: ….Ellis is even taking care of the of the people who deceived them by disposing of their inventory....

Alfons: A good deed unworthy of the Crown who “conquers evil with evil.”

Alfons: I'm going to have to write this down in my report to the best of my vocabulary, El?

Alfons looked back and saw that Elbert was -

A Young Lady: That young man seems to be new here....I like him...Please, just tell me your name.

A Bewitching Lady: I have a certain status in my country. Why don't you say goodbye to your troublesome mundane life and let me take care of you...

A Suspicious Painter: You're a miracle.....will you please come visit my atelier?

He was surrounded by passengers who had just disembarked from a luxury cruise ship that had just arrived in port.

Elbert: I've got something to do over there.

The wave of people coming by one after another pushed Elbert further and further away.

Alfons: Ahhh, just like bread crumbs being picked up by ducks –

Alfons: Let's cut the crap and get back to it, shall we?

Alfons: I hope they haven't noticed us tailing them.

Jude: Ellis, that thing, you're aware of it.

Ellis: Yea...what are we going to do? Catch it right away?

Jude: No.

Jude: If we're going to take care of it.....let's put it all together.

Liam: I wonder if the Al & El's tailing went well?

William: Well, what do you think?

Liam: Oh, they just got back! Welcome back......?

Alfons:............

William: You have a dark expression on your face. What's wrong?

Liam: Maybe he was a spy or something after all...?

Alfons: I have to tell you a horrifying fact.

Elbert: What is it?

Alfons: Surprisingly, those two have been working.....the entire time!!

Liam: What?! How diligent!

Elbert: It's not like it's a horrible fact.....

Harrison: Huh...is that so?

Alfons: They were working so hard there was nothing to report except that. Aren't they crazy?

Elbert: Although Jude was feared, Ellis seemed to be liked.

William: What are your views on whether Jude and Ellis can be trusted?

Alfons & Elbert:

To be frank, I really don't care. I don't know yet.

Harrison: Will this ever pay off?

Liam: Haha, it's a long road ahead.

William: Speaking of which....this reminded me of something just now.

Harrison: ….?

William: Roger was acquainted with both Jude and Ellis before they joined Crown.

Harrison: What?

William: Perhaps a little perspective might be helpful to see if they are someone we can use?

Harrison: It's....You just remembered that. That's a lie.

William: Well, I wonder.

Roger: So, what is it you want to ask me about?

Harrison: Can you tell me anything you know about Jude and Ellis before they came here?

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[thedemoninmywalls]

How would Rire react to Aro trying to show off for him? Like doubtful she would but if she like. Tried to set up a date night or something. Just pondering 🤔

This was such a fun ask, thank you!! Short answer: he'd be amused and try to turn it against her. Long answer: fic below the cut!

Aro took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She felt like her whole skin was buzzing with tense excitement. 

Rire had finally agreed to go out on a date. 

Besides going to work, Aro hadn't been allowed outside at all since she met Rire. She desperately missed walking around the city streets, seeing the nightlife, and being around people. 

But she knew Rire didn't trust her enough to go out by herself. So she suggested that they go together to some fancy restaurant or bar. Like a date. 

“A date?” Rire had repeated, eyebrows raised in amusement. “How romantic of you, pet. Should I buy you flowers? Chocolate perhaps?” 

Despite his mockery, Aro could tell he was interested in the idea. Rire got bored easily, and as much as he enjoyed tormenting Aro in her apartment, he was always up for a little variety. 

For Aro's part, she just wanted to be in public again, surrounded by normal people, where she could at least pretend to be normal. Besides, she deserved a night out at a fancy restaurant after all the crap she’d been through lately. 

So that's how Rire and Aro ended up at La Rock, a French place in one of the richer parts of town. It was the kind of restaurant where you got all dressed up and spent a lot of money. 

Of course, Rire fit right in - he looked like he’d been going to this place every night of his life. He was even a little impressed by the tasteful elegance of the decor. Aro felt a little uncomfortable in the stuffy atmosphere, but at least the food would be good. 

After sitting down to their white-clothed table, Aro nervously cleared her throat. 

“It's, uh, pretty nice here, huh?” 

“Yes, you chose well,” Rire agreed. 

Aro lifted her menu in front of her face to hide how she blushed from the praise. 

In no time at all, a waiter arrived at their table in a crisp, shiny uniform. 

“May I take your order?” he asked Aro first. 

“Um, yeah,” Aro glanced at her menu. “I’ll have – eek!” 

Under the table, a slimy tentacle brushed against Aro’s leg. 

The poor waiter nearly jumped, startled by her outburst. 

“S-Sorry,” Aro squeaked, her face red from embarrassment. “I’ll have t-the pesto ravioli. And water, please.” 

She felt the tentacle creep up her thigh. 

“I’ll have the teriyaki salmon,” said Rire politely. “And an herbal tea, thank you.” 

As soon as the waiter left their table, Aro shot Rire a deadly glare. 

“Stop it,” she hissed. “I know it's you.” 

“I don't know what you're talking about, dear.” 

Under the table, his tentacle pressed into the crotch of her dress. 

“If you keep touching me, I’ll scream,” Aro warned. “So loud that everyone will hear.” 

“Don't be silly,” Rire smiled. “You don't want to make a scene, do you?” 

Aro hesitated. No, she didn't want to ruin the one night she had to be out in public. 

She tried to push her legs together, but the tentacles forced them apart. She did manage to stab one of them with a fork, but it didn't do much to stop them. 

Thankfully, the waiter returned, carrying heavy plates of food. The ravioli was delicious, but Aro found it hard to focus on eating when Rire’s tentacles were teasing her under the table. 

They rubbed against her underwear, poking and prodding her sex until she couldn't stand it. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” she excused herself abruptly, and left the table without another glance. She half-expected Rire to call her back, but he didn't. 

In the bathroom, Aro took deep breaths and splashed water on her face. She felt a little better now, but she dreaded going back out there. 

“I can do this,” she whispered at her reflection, hyping herself up for her inevitable return to Rire’s table. 

Feeling sufficiently bolstered, Aro turned to leave the bathroom - and was surprised to see Rire walk in instead. 

“What are you doing?!” she hissed, stepping back as he approached. “You can't be in here! You– gah!” 

Without a word, Rire seized the back of her dress and shoved her into one of the bathroom stalls. She hit her knee hard on the porcelain toilet. With one hand Rire pinned her head to the wall. With the other hand he pulled her dress up above her hips. 

“Stop–!” Aro tried to shriek, but Rire clapped a hand over her mouth. She flailed helplessly against the strong solidity of his grip. 

She almost screamed again when he entered her, his large member stretching her walls painfully. Aro moaned into his hand, drool dripping between his fingers. Even then she tried to keep quiet. The idea of someone walking in on this was absolutely horrifying. It felt like the walls of the tiny stall were closing in. The relentless pounding of his hips into her body was too much. She couldn’t take much more of this. Aro squeezed her eyes shut and silently begged for it to stop – And suddenly, it did. Aro opened her eyes. She was still in the restaurant, still in the bathroom - but completely alone. There were no signs of an altercation or any kind of assault. Even her dress was uncrumpled and normal. She was panting heavily. Did that really happen? Was it just a daydream? Or one of Rire’s sick mind games? Aro left the bathroom, feeling shaken and unsteady. Even if it wasn’t real, it sure felt real. Right now she just wanted to eat and go home and crawl into bed. Of course, Rire was sitting at the table unbothered, as if he had been there all along. But the plates of food were gone. The table was empty except for the bill, which Rire had already paid. “Oh, I’m sorry, pet,” Rire said in a tone of fake concern. “You were in the bathroom so long that I thought you had finished eating. So I paid and had the plates cleared away.” Aro felt like the floor had been swept out from under her feet. She opened her mouth to protest, and closed it again. Nor did she argue when Rire stood up and put an arm around her shoulder. There was nothing to say. “I’ll cook something at home if you’re still hungry,” Rire offered as he guided her out of the restaurant. “Home-cooked food is healthier anyway. Let’s go.” As they left, Aro glanced back into the restaurant, knowing well that it would be the last glimpse of public life she’d get for a long, long time. 

[rockkandii]

Playlist

Hana: Wait- you like, WHO?!

Y/n: DONT! Hana, please, for the love of everything please don't lose it. Like I said, it's just a crush! Nothing crazy!

Hana: Oh come on, when do I ever 'lose it'

Y/n: Really..?

Hana: Uh, noted. But anyways, PLEASE tell me I heard you right!!

Y/n: Yeah, you did.. but, like I said it's just-

Hana: Yeah yeah, just a crush sure. But, I mean come on! You liking anyone is a miracle of its own but LUCIO?!

Y/n: GAH- can you not Shout his name please?!

Hana: Oop- ha, sorry. But seriously! You've got a crush on our designated music man?

Y/n: Well.. I mean yeah, we've been getting out on a lot of missions together lately and sometimes I'm a bit nervous before hand so he's been letting me listen to music on the way there to help calm me down and then.. well we got to talking and such and he's really interesting and ya know he's always been cute and- GAH im rambling! *Hiding their face while Hana is grinning like a madwoman*

Hana: So what I'm hearing is, you've gotten to know him and he's gotten to know you and nowwww we just need to find out if he feels the same?

Y/n: Oh lord, no Hana, please.. I couldnt. I don't need to know anything, for all I know he's just been very nice this whole time and it's one sided and I don't want it to be awkward..

Hana: Oh don't worry! You, don't need to do anything but stay here. Detective Hana is on the case, I'm a master of stealth and information gathering. He'll tell me everything without even knowing it.

**Later that night**

In the common room, Hana finally found Lucio who was scrolling through his phone while listening to music.

Hana: Hey Lucio! *Plops down next to him, scaring him out of his thoughts*

Lucio: Woah- oh! Hey Hana! What's up?

Hana: Oh nothing much, just been wandering around bored. How bout you?

Lucio: Oh ya know, just- listening to music, the usual. *Hana goes to look over his shoulder, but he leans the phone away a bit*

S-so uh, was there- did you- uh, didja need something?

Hana: Yes actually. *Stares at him squinting*

Lucio: Okay..? And that is?

Hana: Do you like y/n? *Lucio chokes on nothing trying to suck on a breath at hanas forwardness*

Lucio: Do i- huh?? Where'd you get that from? Why do you ask?

Hana: You're so nervous, so I take that as a yes? *Smirking at her totally "stealthy" accomplishment*

Lucio: *Sighs, setting his phone down and nodding* yeah, you got me. I've actually been trying to tell them for like, a week now but every time I try I get all jumbled up and can't get it out right. So, all day I've been putting together a playlist of songs that actually fit their vibe but also spell out what I'm tryin to say.

Hana: That's actually so cute, omg.. they'll be so happy, you totally gotta finish it and send it to them! *Hopping on the couch in happiness*

Lucio: Whoa wait, back it up, they'd actually be happy? Wait a minute, did they say something about me?

Hana: *Sweating in nervousness* uh- no? Oh wow look at the time! I've gotta go walk my mech, see ya later! *Bolts out of the room, leaving a blinking Lucio behind.

Lucio: Man, what?

**The next day, Hana returns from a last minute overnight mission.

Y/n: HANA

Hana: What- huh? What'd I do?! *Notices it's y/n running towards her* oh crap.

Y/n: HANA YOUR STEALTH SUCKS BUT I LOVE YOU

Hana: *Completely confused now as she's getting shaken back and forth* what even, huh??

Y/n: Lucio, he came to my room last night sometime after you and the others left for the mission and he sent me a playlist.. it was so sweet and had so many good songs but then all the titles clicked and he likes me back.. and after we talked about all that he also mentioned your not so subtle way of asking about his feelings.

Hana: *Nervous laughter* haha, yeaaaa.. well I mean it all worked out, yea?..

Y/n: Yes, yes it did. Now, you go get your rest. I'll be with Lucio in the library if you need me.

[alyjojo]

What to Leave Behind in 2024? 🧯 - Sagittarius

What to leave behind: Knight of Cups & 8 Pentacles rev

Why: Page of Cups rev

What’s coming in that’s better: 10 Swords

Main energy: The Tower rev

Returning to things that aren’t working out, could definitely be love but friendship & work are highlighted as well. Being nice to people that don’t put in effort, or have hurt you, you could be taking on way too much for the sake of being nice. Nice to your friends, neighbors, family, lovers, whoever. Everyone. But then you offer to do things they won’t or you just take on too much, you’re being too nice to people who don’t put in the effort to do the same. Especially friends, some Sag here has a group of people that like…nicely celebrates you while simultaneously taking advantage of you. Could be work, doing too much for these people that don’t do their own jobs - it’s all on you and you do it because you’re nice. Or to switch it, letting someone else do that. Coworker, friends, siblings, lovers, etc.

If you’re in a relationship that’s not working out or you keep going back to it, that’s what’s needing to be left behind. 9 Wands rev is either so much pressure it’s crushing you, willingly or not, or having been so hurt you just can’t make it to the 10, you give up. White flag 🏳️ Can’t do this anymore. That feeling no matter where it comes from, if you’re tapped out - tap out. Why is shown as immaturity, angry bitter feelings, nasty communication, being over it. Over Temperance - your own energy. Over trying to mix & match, a little of this little of that, it’s combusted and it’s not working out, you ran out of water. No more emotion for this, tapped out.

What’s better being 10 Swords, Backstabbing is here too which is pretty much what that means. You’re dodging a bullet, if someone’s done this to you. Same for the crosswatcher. Or you got hit by one/two but 10,000 were behind it and you got out of dodge, or will. If the past is looking to return, you seem to have gotten another perspective, or they have. Someone is ending this situation or needs to, and when it does end - it will become good. You’re setting yourself free, or will, or need to, and Knight of Wands shows you being in your natural fun-loving, adventurous & optimistic energy again - chasing something or other. Enjoying your freedom. There’s a note here that good luck 🍀 comes from merit making - doing the right thing when you can or however you can. Acting honorably. Bad luck/curse comes from acting with hate or negativity, it’s a trap you’re setting for yourself basically. I mean that’s common sense right, good brings good, bad brings bad. Ideally anyway.

If you’ve been hurt it’s being acknowledged - and if you handle it well or with decency, you’ll be rewarded with good luck in some way. If work treats you like crap - say something, in any of these situations, speaking up about them could grant you good luck as well. Like it’s actually immature not to. In some cases, you don’t want to “bother” anyone but you should - and in other cases someone/others are bothering you and you’re getting out of there. Or you need to. Now for some, you may let people back in, past life energy & nostalgia is here, friends are here, The Hanged Man just shows a need to be perceptive, get some perspective, and pay attention. Not all are a good idea, but some maybe, you’d know. There’s also a note here…real love/friendship isn’t caught with a trap, it’s better to be genuine, appreciated & celebrated. One breeds resentment the other doesn’t, and you need to be free with the Knight of Wands.

If you’re the one trying to get someone or something to come back around, there’s immature & nasty communication that’s caused 10 Swords - it’s ended this or will. It could be impulsive Knight of Wands behavior - then that’s what needs to end. Be nice. This could be saying being nice, romantic, sweet, courteous, etc., doesn’t work *after* the damage has been done - you or them. Then the message is “avoid the Tower” by watching what you say - or what others say to you 💯 Even if it’s being nice and taking on too much, that could be the impulsive thing. Sure, I’ll plan your whole wedding by next week - and then feel like you’d rather do anything else when you wake up tomorrow. Don’t even offer. Don’t “trap” yourself with unnecessary obligations.

For signs there’s Virgo, heavy Sag, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini & Pisces.