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charliedawn · 3 months ago

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The Squib Witch:

A Surprising Conversation ! (Shorter episode)

Severus stood before the ghost of Dumbledore and hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to address the situation without showing his growing concern for the young Miss Pacino.

But, he had no choice.

"Headmaster Dumbledore. I would like to talk to you about one of our students. Miss Alethea Pacino."

Dumbledore closed his book and set it aside, his full attention now wholly focused on Severus. He leaned back in his chair, his expression one of interest as he wondered why Professor Snape wanted to talk about her. "Yes. What about Miss Pacino, Severus ?"

Severus’ jaw twitched in annoyance at that familiar innocent and clueless act of Dumbledore. Even after death, the old wizard kept playing the old same tune…

"I just spoke with her in the courtyard," Severus began, his voice stoic but betraying a hint of unease. "She was attempting to fly on a broom."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, his expression turning slightly amused. "Was she now ? And was she successful ?"

Severus' lip curled slightly downward.

That smug old bastard.

"No, she was not. But I guess you were already expecting it. She has not yet succeeded in any of her attempts to fly, nor has she been able to show any magical abilities thus far."

Dumbledore nodded, his expression becoming solemn as he thought back to the little girl who he had decided to take a chance on by allowing her to attend Hogwarts.

"I was and am aware of her...predicament," he confessed after a while—choosing his words carefully. "I've tried to help her access her magical abilities numerous times, unfortunately with no success."

Severus' brow furrowed as he listened to Dumbledore. He had expected as much, but hearing it confirmed only heightened his curiosity.

"What do you make of her situation then, Headmaster Dumbledore ?"

Dumbledore sighed, a thoughtful look on his face. "Miss Pacino's condition is quite perplexing. Her magical energy is there, lurking beneath the surface, but it remains out of her reach. It's as if something is obstructing it, preventing her from fully wielding her powers."

Severus frowned, his mind going through different possibilities. "Have you been able to determine what is blocking her magic ?"

Dumbledore shook his head, his expression turning somber and concerned. "Unfortunately, I have not. I have looked through many ancient tomes and even consulted with other magical experts, but the source of her predicament remains a mystery."

Severus clenched his jaw, his irritation growing at the lack of understanding. The fact that Dumbledore—the most knowledgeable wizard he knew—could not explain Al’s predicament only added to his frustration.

He let out a quiet sigh and spoke again. "And what do you suggest the next steps are, Headmaster ?"

Dumbledore considered the question for a moment before responding with a slight shrug. "I am dead, Severus. Her case is no longer of my responsibility. But, I believe the best course of action would be to continue observing and trying to help Miss Pacino. Though her condition is perplexing, I am confident that she will find a way to unlock her magic—sooner or later."

Severus frowned. That old man seemed almost happy to have death as an excuse for his incompetence…But, Severus only nodded, though he couldn't help but feel an underlying doubt in Dumbledore's words.

"I have promised her," he said, his voice a quiet whisper. "That I would help her."

Dumbledore looked up at Severus once more, a small knowing smile on his face. "I have a feeling you will be a great help to Miss Pacino, Severus," he said—his tone cryptic.

Severus huffed in response, his expression slightly annoyed. He hated when Dumbledore spoke in riddles like this. As if he always knew more than anyone else, when he could be the biggest ignorant of them all.

"What do I do then, Albus ?" he asked, his voice a mix of annoyance and resignation. "How am I supposed to help her when even you did not succeed in finding out what is wrong with her ?"

Dumbledore chuckled softly at Severus' impatient tone, but then his expression became serious. "You know, Severus," he said, his voice quiet yet firm. "Sometimes the greatest help we can offer is simply being there for someone, listening to them, and believing in them. Even in the face of uncertainty."

Severus felt a pang of frustration at Dumbledore's ambiguous words, but a part of him knew that the old Headmaster had a point. He let out a quiet sigh. He had never been one to offer any kind of support, but he had made a promise to help her and he would see it through.

He nodded reluctantly. "Very well," he said, his voice now resigned. "I will keep an eye on Miss Pacino and do what I can to assist her."

Dumbledore smiled softly, satisfied that Severus had agreed to help her. "I trust you will do a fine job, Severus," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "Miss Pacino is in good hands, indeed."

Severus tried to ignore the slight pang of worry in his stomach at Dumbledore’s words, and he simply nodded in response. Even though he knew that the Headmaster had yet again managed to somehow manipulate him. He glanced back at the fireplace—ready to leave—when Dumbledore spoke again.

"One more thing, Severus."

Severus looked back at Dumbledore.

"Yes ?" he asked shortly.

Dumbledore looked at him with a knowing expression and spoke quietly. "Must I remind you to be as patient and sensitive as possible with Miss Pacino ? She is already struggling enough with her situation, and I would not like for her to have further emotional strain."

Severus raised an eyebrow, his irritation giving way to surprise. Was Dumbledore really cautioning him about being patient and sensitive when he knew who he was ? What he had done ? How could that old fool ever ask something so foolish of him ?

But, he schooled his features into his usual expressionless mask and spoke shortly. "I'll keep that in mind," he finally said.

Dumbledore smiled faintly. "I am sure you will," he said, his tone now light again. "Good night, Severus. And good luck."

Severus could have sworn he saw a slight twinkle of mischief in Dumbledore's eye at his response but chose to ignore it. Severus' gaze lingered on Dumbledore for a moment before he nodded curtly. "Good night, Headmaster," he replied before turning around and walking towards the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it in the hearth before stepping inside.

The green flames blazed up, and he felt the familiar feeling of being squeezed through a tight passageway until he found himself back in his own office. He stepped out of the fireplace and dusted some of the ash off his robes, his mind still swirling with thoughts about Dumbledore's words.

He walked back to his desk and sat down, his eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

He had never been one to worry about students' lives or emotional well-being. But there was something about Miss Pacino that stirred his interest. He couldn't figure out what it was. He leant back in his chair and closed his eyes, thinking about the stupid promise he had made her. He had promised to help her—whatever that may entail. He had also promised Dumbledore to be sensitive.

Bloody hell, he thought to himself. How on earth was he supposed to do that ?

Severus Snape was not known for his understanding or compassion. He rarely offered comfort, let alone emotional support. He let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was in uncharted waters here, and he had no idea what to expect.

But despite his usual indifference, he felt a strange sense of responsibility towards Miss Pacino. Perhaps it was because he had promised Dumbledore, or perhaps it was because her situation intrigued him.

Either way, he knew that he couldn’t ignore her any longer.

He clenched his jaw, his mind still racing with thoughts. He was not used to dealing with students on a personal level. He was a teacher—not a bloody therapist. His role was to impart knowledge and maintain discipline, not to offer emotional guidance. But here he was, tasked with assisting and helping her.

He scowled at the thought. It was all Dumbledore’s fault for putting him in this predicament to begin with. And then to ask him to be sensitive—as if he knew what that even meant.

He sighed and shook his head.

But it was no use dwelling on that now…He stood up, extinguishing the candles on his desk with a flick of his wand.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #harry potter oc #harry potter #severus snape

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lalazeewrites · 2 years ago

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Am I writing a RomCom? Yes. Is it because I need to write something silly and fun because life is hard? Absolutely. Is this going to be ten chapters when I'm done? YUP.

For now, here is a sneak peekof my WIP! Where are they going? Why the hell are they going? Who will strangle the other first? This is me attempting the 'Year of the OTP' challenge, and January's prompt is FAKE DATING.

Mickey had not considered the fucking plane ride.

He had not considered a shit ton of things.

Like, for instance, how much Ian Gallagher can talk when strapped to a chair for hours with nothing better to do. At least in the past Mickey has always been able to walk away the second Ian gets all wordy and weird.

“Do you think we’ll see dolphins?” Ian asks as he leans across Mickey to peer out the window. Ian smells like Irish Spring and something equally green and zingy, bright and lively. Mickey hates himself for even noticing.

“What dumbass dolphin would swim near a giant ocean liner?”

Mickey slaps at Ian’s arm and back until he retracts to his own damn space. His shoulder brushes Mickey’s own anyway because his frame is honestly too big for these seats; same with the legs, all cramped up against the back of the seat before them.

Mickey peacefully stretches his legs out and crosses them at the ankle, quietly thrilled that he can do what Ian can’t.

“I guess.” Ian glances down the aisle for no apparent reason. Smiles at someone who dares make eye contact with him. Looks at Mickey and smiles wider when Mickey also dares make eye contact. Jesus, this is going to be a trying trip. “Someone’s got a baby down the aisle.”

Mickey rubs at his eyes with thumb and forefinger.

“Why you keep pointin’ out babies to me, man? You pulled this bull the entire time we were at the airport! I don’t give a shit unless you’re planning a kidnapping, and in that case, I absolutely care, because I’m done with jail for the remainder of my life and I ain’t gonna be an accomplice to the crime.”

“I wonder if the baby’s ears hurt.” Ian has a remarkable ability to absolutely ignore anything Mickey says. He noticed this years ago at various get-togethers, but it’s a serious fucking problem now, more than ever. “Do yours? Mine popped. You have to yawn to do it, though.”

“I would be yawning if you’d shut the fuck up for a full five minutes!” Mickey fully embraces the menace that radiates from him as Ian’s eyes go a little big, his mouth clamping shut. “Watch a goddamn movie and let me rest, Gallagher. Ain’t this supposed to be my vacation too?”

Ian blinks, those wide, deep eyes briefly skimming Mickey’s face, down to the clenched hands upon his lap. His lips curve and shit, there are few things worse than a noisy Ian Gallagher, and it’s the one who likes to look at Mickey like they’re actually friends. Like they actually want to be here, together.

“You rest, Mick.” Ian dares pat Mickey’s tattooed forearm, all buddy-buddy. Mickey’s blood burns. “The cruise sets off at six tonight, so you’ll need your energy if we’re gonna party the night away.”

“Party the night away? You sound eighty.”

“I wanna be friends with any eighty year-old who wants to party like that.”

Mickey scoffs as he makes a show of rolling his jacket into a pillow to shove against the window.

“You would.”

Ian makes a sharp, frustrated noise, which shouldn’t be as gratifying as it is.

“Oh come on, I mention one time the dudes I dated—”

“Is it really dating if you were a teen and they were married?”

Ian aims a sour look at Mickey’s smug face.

“I thought you were sleeping now.”

“I’m fully preparing to pass the fuck away for life, yes.”

“Through force of will? Impressive.”

“Anything to get away from you, Gallagher.” Mickey heaves a sigh and shuts his eyes, snuggling his face into his jacket. Ian’s spring scent surrounds him and it’s not the worst thing ever. “Now shut the fuck up and don’t wake me ‘til we reach the land of of old folks homes and nightlife. Hold up—that sounds like your dream land!”

“Shut up. As if I could live in a red state.”

“I don’t even know what that means. Sleeping now.”

#gallavich #gallavich fic #lalazee words #does this have a title? no #is it already many chapters long and i simply haven't released it? yes #will anyone read it? i could not tell you #cruise fic

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shadyruinskryptonite · 7 months ago

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Titan Bending Chapter 22

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Anything in bold is considered to be a different language and the context will specify what that language may be.

Chapter Warnings: None for this chapter

WC: 2591

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Tags: @mochminnie @sseleniaa @naruwitch

AN: I am once again coming to you to apologize for how long it took me to get this out. We're getting into the point that I've been most excited to write so I guess I'm anxious about not doing it justice? My anxiety response is to avoid like the plague. Life has also been lifing me pretty hard, so again I apologize. I'm going to try to be better!

Walking with everyone, I feel like I’m about to jump out of my skin I’m so excited. Upon landing, we had dinner with the King which was good but, ultimately, uneventful. Just like Sokka had predicted, the palace was either unable or unwilling to put us up for the few nights, so we’re currently walking to Iroh’s teashop.

Zuko walks in first, alone, and I can distantly hear him call, “Uncle! I have a surprise for you!” I can almost hear the smile in his voice.

I’m shuffled to the front of the group, and when Zuko returns Iroh is at his side. He’s clearly a bit confused, but his entire expression lights up when he sees me. He automatically opens his arms and I run to him, engulfing him in a huge hug.

“Oh how I missed you, my little fire lily,” He whispers into the hug.

“I missed you too, Uncle,” I respond blissfully.

As we break the hug, he holds my shoulders and really examines me. I giggle a little bit under his gaze, not really sure what he might be noticing.

“You grew up even more beautiful than you were,” he says.

I blush, but ultimately continue to giggle as I respond, “Uncle, I haven’t changed at all. I look exactly the same as I did the last time you saw me!”

“No,” he corrects. “You’re more mature and content. Happiness looks good on you.”

I pull him back into another hug, much more brief than the first. I break it quickly as I remember that he doesn’t know the new cast of characters behind me.

“Oh! Uncle, I have some people that I’d like for you to meet.” I introduce him to everyone just as I had introduced them to the Gaang just days before.

“Why don’t we head inside, I have a lot to tell you about.”

He greets everyone with a smile and says, “I’ll make us some tea then.”

As we file inside, I excitedly grab Levi and say, “Iroh is who I learned to make tea from! He’s who I’ve told you about!”

Much to my surprise, Levi smiles slightly. As fast as it appeared it was gone again, but with a slight smirk he says, “Let’s hope his is better than yours then.”

I roll my eyes and quickly help Iroh hand out the tea that he had made to everyone. Watching Levi intently as he takes a sip, I can’t help but feel smug as I see his eyes widden a bit. He doesn’t outwardly smile again, but when he looks up from his cup and his eyes fall on me, I can see them crinkle a bit which makes me feel nearly as warm and fuzzy as his smile did.

Once everyone is settled in with their tea, I launch into the story about where I actually was and what’s been happening there.

There’s an incredulousness about Iroh’s expression and when I’m done talking, he says under his breath, “I thought it was a myth.”

This automatically shifts the entire energy of the room. Suddenly everyone is at the proverbial edge of their seats.

“You know about our part of the world?! What do you know about us?” Of course it was Hange that couldn’t contain herself.

“Not much,” Iroh shakes his head a bit out of disbelief. “In my own travels, I saw a single line about some people back in the time of the first Avatar that were opposed to bending in the real world so they forged their own way. I don’t know anything about who they were, and when I tried to ask any sages and scholars about it they all said different things; some said it wasn’t true, some said their descendents became the swamp benders, others said they became the sand benders, others still said that they integrated into what would be the fifth nation, and some believed that they made their own non-bending colonies. I even spoke with some people that believed they still lived on a lion turtle. But, truthfully, most people that I discussed this with didn’t know anything about it.”

Looking at me now, Hange exclaims, “Y/n, maybe you were onto something when you said that Aang’s past lives might be able to give us some insight.”

Everyone shifts to look at Aang. He shrugs. “I can give it a try. Y/n, can’t you also go into the spirit world?”

I shake my head a bit. “Not at will. I only can during a full moon.”

This doesn’t seem to deter him though. “Tomorrow is a full moon! I think we should try going together so you can explain the situation.”

Hesitantly, I agree and as I do, Hange almost squeals. I smile at her again, but I explain, “You’re welcome to observe Hang, but you won’t get much from it. When someone is in the Spirit World their bodies are completely still for the most part. There’s not much to see.”

“Don’t care, still wanna see it!” She says almost triumphantly, making just about everyone laugh a little.

For the rest of the evening, we all sit around sharing stories and laughing. As the night wears to a close, I finally ask, “So, tomorrow is the big dinner, right? What’s the plan for the day?”

It’s Sokka that answers. “Well, Aang, Zuko, Suki, and I will have meetings with King Kuei throughout the day but you all should go into the markets and get some appropriate clothes for the dinner. At the dinner, King Kuei is going to announce all of our names and say what we did to help end the war, so it will help recognize that you’re out in public again, Y/n. Zuko is also planning on saying a few words about the upcoming celebration that he’s hosting too and will mention that you’ll be there.”

The mood is automatically a bit more somber as we’re reminded of the real reason for this little trip; it’s not a vacation, after all.

Trying to lighten the mood again, I interject, “Well, we’ll have fun in the markets. I’m sure they’re even better than I remember now that the war is over. Maybe y’all can even get some little trinkets to take back with us.”

For the time being, this seems to do the trick and the kids at least are uplifted again.

“Toph and I can join you guys too since we won’t be in the meetings,” Katara adds. “We can go grab breakfast somewhere before we head to the markets, so we’ll come meet you around, say, 8?”

I smile at her and the kids seem to be pleased with this as well. We agree to the time and with that, we bid the Gaang a good night as they head back to the palace.

As everyone settles in for the night, I notice Levi slip out to the patio attached to the tea shop. It has a beautiful view of all of Ba Sing Se. Even with all of the city lights, you can still see a few faint starts in the sky.

As I walk up beside him, I joke, “We don’t have to have someone keep watch, ya know.”

All he manages to dignify me with is a quick grunt. After standing there for a few moments in silence, he suddenly and unexpectedly asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to come back here?”

I snap to look at him. “What?” is all I can manage to ask.

“You seem to really like it here. Your friends want you back. Are you sure you don’t want to move back here?” he reiterates.

“Yeah, I do like it here,” I say very matter-of-factly. “But I like it back home too. There’s work to be done back home.”

I pause, and I can see him mulling over what I had said. Before he’s able to respond, I add, “I’m not going to change my mind about staying with you all, ya know. Being back here is nice, but getting to experience this again isn’t going to make me go back on my promise to help y’all.”

Gazing off into the distance, all Levi says is, “It should.”

All I can do is stare at him. I don’t know how to respond to that.

Luckily, sensing that I don’t know what to say, Levi continues, “Look at this place. It’s peaceful. Any normal person would choose this over our world without question.”

I can tell he glances at me out of the corner of his eye after he finishes saying this, but I merely shrug. “Well, we already knew that I’m not a normal person now, didn’t we?”

He snorts a little at this before saying, “You could say that again.”

I almost make a witty retort, but something about his tone of voice stops me. I opt to not say anything because I’m afraid that I’m no longer viewing this conversation objectively. Still ignoring his comment, I pat his shoulder and say, “It’s safe here, you should try to get some sleep.”

I head in myself and try to do just that, but inevitably after only a couple of hours I’m jolted awake. Sighing, I head back out to the patio, this time content with the solitude. After about 15 minutes out there, I hear the door open and shut behind me.

“Still a night owl wolf I see,” a gentle voice says behind me.

I turn around, surprised that the voice was not Levi’s. I can’t help but smile at the sight of Uncle Iroh, though.

“Old habits die hard,” I joke.

He comes and takes a seat next to me, pouring a cup of tea that I happily indulge in. Settling into my seat, I let out a blissful sigh.

“We’ve shared many a late night over a cup of tea like this, haven’t we?” Iroh posits.

I let out a little sharp laugh, “More than many,” I say almost whistfully.

Putting his hand protectively on my arm, Iroh asks, “So how have you been, Fire Lily? You seem happy, but tell me how you’ve really been.”

I smile, placing my hand on top of his. “It might seem strange to say, but I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“Why would that be strange?”

“Because on paper I shouldn’t be happy. For all intents and purposes, I ran away from my life in favor of peace and quiet and instead found myself in the midst of a conflict with monsters that we couldn’t even dream up. I’m separated from all of my loved ones here and, with the exception of this trip, I don’t know when or if I’ll see them again. But…” I cut myself off, not sure of what else to say.

Interjecting, Iroh says, “I once said to Zuko that ‘destiny is a funny thing. You never know how things are going to work out.’ Even if it may not make sense to you, you will always be happiest when you are on the right path.”

“The Gaang all want me to come back and the kids don’t understand why or how I could leave the life I had behind. I don’t know, I guess everyone has just made me second guess my own choices.”

“When they asked you to come back, what did your gut tell you?”

“That I needed to stay. I made a promise to help them.”

With a half-smile, Iroh nods a little. “Then there you go. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says, because your mind, heart, and gut are all in agreement that you are where you need to be.”

Looking down at my tea cup, I swirl the liquid around a little. Avoiding eye contact, I ask, “You don’t think this is just me running from my problems?”

Without missing a beat, he replies, “Sometimes, the best way to solve your own problems is to help others. If I know you at all, part of the happiness you’re feeling comes from the fact that you’re helping these people. It’s not running, it’s fulfilling the purpose you were put on this earth for.”

Still trying to make myself believe him, I nod a little. As always, I do feel better after talking to Uncle Iroh. “Thank you, Uncle. I needed to hear that.”

Sitting back in his seat a bit, Iroh changes his tone a bit. “So, why don’t you tell me a bit more about these new friends of yours.”

I smile, excited to talk about them. “Well, I’ve sort of taken on a mother-type role with all of the kids. Most of them are missing one or both of their parents, so I think it helps how I look after them. When I first came across everyone, I didn’t agree with how young most of this military force is. But don’t get me wrong, they’re all extremely fierce fighters. Mikasa in particular is something to behold. She and the short one, Levi, are both from the Ackerman clan which is essentially a family that was trained and experimented on centuries ago to make them all the ideal fighters. I feel like it’s rather unexpected how talented she is though because she’s usually pretty soft spoken and gentle. She’s got a big crush on Eren and protects him beyond all rational thought. They’ve been friends, along with Armin, since they were little kids. While she and Eren have their little thing, my favorite thing is to watch her interact with Armin. They’re so close that they often communicate almost telepathically. Armin kind of reminds me of Aang, in some ways. Jean actually also has a crush on Mikasa, but because of the whole situation she has going with Eren he mostly keeps his distance. Instead, he’s very close with Sasha and Connie. They’re kind of the three musketeers. Connie is a big jokester and I think I get along with him so well because he deals with everything through jokes just like I do. Jean tries to be funny like Connie, but his comedy often ends up just being more awkward which inadvertently makes him the butt of the joke. And then Sasha is just unintentionally funny. She’s often very sincere in what she’s trying to say but the way she says things is just so funny. Then there’s Hange and Levi. They’re probably my closest friends. Hange has a lot of the same zest for life that Sokka has. She is so passionate about learning and growing, it makes me excited to help her. And her happiness is just infectious. And Levi…he’s harder to describe. At first I honestly couldn’t stand him. People call him ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ because of his Ackerman strength and at first I thought it gave him a god complex but he’s actually very down to earth. He’s very quiet, as I’m sure you noticed. This makes him seem stand-offish, but from what I can tell he’s just taking everything in and observing really intently. I’ve learned that he really cares about everyone he works with. He would do absolutely anything for the people he cares about.”

When I finally finish, I look at Iroh who’s just smiling at me. “They sound lovely, Y/n.”

As our conversation naturally concludes, the sun breaks over the horizon and the sky is turned an array of rich amber, gold, and pink. Looking towards the sky, I mumble mostly to myself, “They are lovely.”

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crmsnmth · 8 months ago

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September Sky Chapter One, Part 4

"Want to just meet here then?" I asked.

"Yeah. Sure. I get down with my last class around four, so quarter after?" She replied with that same perfect smile.

"Sounds great. I'll see you later then," I said. She gave me a small wave and headed back into the writhing mass of the crowd. I lost her almost instantly. As she walked away, she did turn back and look at me, so I think that's a good thing? I don't know. I was way out practice.

I had enough time to walk to my place in Riverwest, shower, and change clothes quick. Yeah, I did miss the bus, and at this point it would be faster for me to walk than wait for the next bus. I just didn't enjoy the walk without my headphones, which I had forgotten when I left the apartment earlier that morning.

I headed out of the cafeteria as fast as I could go. With the adrenaline from asking someone out for the first time in years, I could move pretty fast. I made it out the door, and out into the late spring air.

I practically ran and crossed the bridge over the Milwaukee River. I had to stop for a few moments to catch my breath, and to cease the stabbing pain in my side. I was really out of shape, and the smoking probably didn't really help. I checked my phone for the time and found there was enough that I could maybe just walk like a normal person.

The bridge is basically what separates the East Side and Riverwest. It was strange, but for some reason, you could actually feel the change. In the air and in the noise. As the hippies that roamed the streets of Riverwest would sat, "it's in the energy, man."

Riverwest was basically a safe haven for misfits and outcasts. A neighborhood for artists and their muses. Everybody here is an outcast, and this tiny little splat in Milwaukee was the holy ground we prayed at. Everybody (who was a decent person) was welcome. No matter if you're a hardcore punk, or a knitted hat wearing hipster, or maybe even a witch who cares more about the style than the substance. They were all accepted with open arms.

I lived over on Booth street, with two room mates. One of them, Tom. had put an ad on Craigslist and I got lucky. I had the first months rent, and I'd be taking over someone's lease. I had no problem with that, and a week later I was moved in, trying again to start my life over.

Tom was an alright. He at least acknowledged my existence. We had even had a few conversations. I guess the best description of him that i can think of would be a jock hipster. Technically, he should be kicking his own ass. Somehow, though, he made it seem natural.

Dennis, on the hand, did not like me. Not one bit. This didn't bother me. I'm no hypocrite. I wasn't his biggest fan. He was a deep-seated conservative. Maybe even more than that even. I know he was deep into ROTC stuff. And he definitely looked the part, with the crew cut and the ever present smug of a soon to be military person. When he was at the apartment, his room was constant virtual gunfire war video games. And hey, I like to game just as much as anyone else, but I'd much rather be doing something.

The house was empty when I got there. I'm assuming they both had class or were to whatever it was that they did for jobs. For being room mates, it's kind of strange of just how little I knew of them. And they knew barely anything about me, other than what they saw at our place. And that wasn't much at all, considering most of my time home was spent locked away in my tiny room.

It looked smaller than it was, mainly because my walls were covered in posters for horror movies and punk bands. I had a small closet in one corner of the room that held most of my t-shirts. And I had a lot of them. Of course, they were all black, and usually with a horror movie's poster on them, or a punk bands logo. A TV stood on a stand with an Xbox that I used mainly has a DVD player. Across the room was my mattress, just a twin that sat on the floor. I tried keeping a sheet on it, but with the amount of movement I have in my sleep from nightmares, I ripped it up every night. So I stopped trying. Who did I have to show anyway? A small dresser sat against one wall, with a turntable and my stack of vinyl on top of it. Right next to it was a bookshelf filled with horror DVDs and a few books based on some form of anarchist ideology. I wasn't all that political, but I classified myself as an anarchist. It just kind of suited me, with the punk thing I had going on since I turned 13 and found a Descendents album at a Goodwill. My laptop lay on my mattress, plugged in to the wall behind the dresser. The wall above my bed was covered in red Christmas lights.

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Jet actually smiled at Surge as she got up in his face! The fact that she'd threatened him seemed to either amuse him, or just sit better with him then Sonic and his boyscout bullshit! The Hawk looked at Sonic and pointed toward Surge with a smug smile on his face! He chuckled at her and enjoyed Sonic's annoyed stare! yea he liked torturing the bastard!

" HAH! i like her, spicy..."

He didn't directly acknowledge her being a Tenrec but if nothing else he seemed to respect her threats!

" Awww whats wrong blue! did you MISS me! "

Sonic Placed a hand on the bridge of his nose clearly not in the mood for Jet today. He sighed and waved a hand in a dismissive way as they had bigger issues to deal with right now. He was of the same mind as Surge, he'd have been find with her finishing her sentence just this once!

" No ... no Surge has the right idea--- I really don't have the time for this Jet. We are here to Stop Clutch, and make sure this floating eye sore doesn't crash into Restoration... now either you are gonna help or get outta my way! "

Jet just laughed at Sonic as he crossed his arms and floated toward the hole in the hanger bay door. He seemed rather confident and full of himself! mostly because he knew sonic and surge missed the party and that made him smile inside! he loved when Sonic fell on his face! as long as it didn't cause him problems like the war, it was all good in his book!

" Well! Looks like everyone wants to strange the old man! I'll do you two a solid! Wave says there was a Chaos Energy spike about 2 minutes ago... do with that what you want! as for me! I'm gonna make like my name and peace out! OH and hog ALL the glory! "

Jet let out the most annoying squawking laugh!

" GUESS you were just--- TO SLOW Sonic! hah! peace losers! oh yea! one more thing! pretty sure the self destruct is active... sooooo might wanna get while the gettin's good! OH and Miles is in the engine room! tryin't get this tub moving! you might wanna get on that! "

Jet gave them both a rude hand gesture! launched out the hole and shot across the sky to catch up with his team! Sonic just looked like he was gonna blow a gasket! He never did get along with Jet, especially not after--- well was better not to think of the past. He turned to Surge and sighed giving her a long stare.

" i fucking hate that guy--- Chaos Energy Spike, could Clutch use Chaos Control? Nah no way! must have been something else... still what ever it was, sounds like He dipped. "

He let out an exasperated sigh

" probably ... in ... that shuttle... huh, guess you were right. Sorry... I messed up...Probably long gone by now. Look if you wanna split i get it, but i gotta save my little buddy--- and get outta here before this thing goes nuclear... once we are on the ground. I'll keep my promise... "

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Meanwhile deep in the depths of the Air Ship mils stepped over the last of the security force. Grabbing the console as he pulled his miles electric out of his fluffy tail. He hooked it up to the console and quickly broke the fire wall. He tapped it a few times and the manual controls slid up from the deck. He turned and gripped the handles and took a deep breath... well this was it!

With a smile he pushed the throttle forward changing the direction of the airship and pushed out of the giant wisps grasp. The entire ship lunging forward. Miles, finally had control but with the red lights flashing he wasn't sure he could get it clear and escape in time. He hooked into the coms of the air ship and spoke directly into it.

" Attention idiot's of Clean Sweep! this is your new captain speaking! you have about 3 minutes before this boat goes critical! if you have half a brain you should abandon ship! Find a shuttle! an escape pod! or your nearest window or door and jump for it! you'll have a shot at surviving! sorry, shuffle board has been canceled! i repeat! shuffle board has been canceled! thanks for flying Prower Air! see ya losers! "

He sighed as he flipped intercom back off and braced himself for the task ahead! Saving restoration was his biggest concern! that mean flying this hunk of junk away from restoration air space! but... he wasn't sure he had enough time to do that and escape, boy what a shit choice!

" welp... i wish i could take my own advice... hehe... boy i could use a blue hedgehog right about now..."

Surge would dash right in front of Jet's face once he finished flapping his beak. "I'm a fucking TENREC. If you ever call me a hedgehog again I'll shove that board right up you're fucking-" The tenrec suddenly cut herself off, as if she was listening to someone before glaring at Jet. "Get it right next time or you'll regret it," the speedster said, walking away from the avian before she socks him right in the face.

Surge then walk up to Sonic. "You deal with the annoying fucking bird before I do something you'll get all annoyed about." The tenrec was temped to follow through with her unfinished threat, though didn't need the hedgehog bitching to her about till the ends of the universe about it. "And be quick about it. The sooner this ends the sooner you can take Drippy home," the speedster said, leaning against the wall and waiting.

'You know, you could just tell Jet it's a personal thing with you and not threaten him. It's not like he knows.' A voice in Surge's head spoke. 'Then again, he may provoke you about it and then I'll just agree with you to knock him on his ass. Smart move letting Sonic deal with him.'

'Can you just shut up right now? I've been though enough shit today and that fact that you're still hanging around isn't help.' Surge had been starting to hear Selene voice ever since the sewers and all her fucking advice on how to do shit. 'Why are you even here? Didn't you say you would fade away into my subconscious or some shit?' The tenrec was confused why this was happening.

'I said supposedly, though I'm not psychiatrist by any means. That means it was just an educated guess with me having zero clue about it that a few random videos I saw at some point.' Selene doubts that could even count as having any kind of information. 'Still wished we could've broken one of Clutch's leg. That's be real pay back for shooting... us? Me? Now I'm confused.'

'Don't worry, I'll make sure to bust both his fucking legs if I ever get the chance. Doubtful with how long I'll be locked up, though a gal can dream.' Surge pretty much missed her only chance and was sure Eggman was to thank for that. Always finding ways to screw people over even if he didn't plan to. 'Though I could honestly use some quiet thoughts right now.'

'Alright, I'll leave you alone. I'm still trying to figure out what happened anyway.' Selene wasn't sure how she was still around, though wasn't really going to complain. Made her wonder if she could take control of their body, though only time would tell she guessed.

The Mother Wisp finally let go of the airship after moving it away by a decent length. She was starting to get extremely annoyed at the weapons shooting at her, though figured it was best to just ignore it. "Sonic, I believe it is far enough? I'm not completely sure, though if it is then I'd like to get away from this airship. It's starting to annoy me."

#Blue Streak Speeds By #Sonic #Babylon Prince #Jet #Thundercracker #Surge #the Voice in Her Head #Selene

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standfortheangels · 1 year ago

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Morning and nightly rituals: you and raph!

Send one for the Mun and Muse to have a conversation comparing...

(Okay, so again I'm going to be doing this like self-insert style. I'm this one veering slightly further from my reality bc there aren't many opportunities someone as quiet as me would wind up talking to Raph. Also the way I led the first one off from the explanation meant I wound up doing it in first person, so I've done the same here for consistency's sake)

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"UghhhhhHH we're still not cleared??"

"You think it was even smoke?"

"It's okay, sweetie, we'll be back inside soon."

"What is Taking so long?"

"If this is a prank and we've been stood out in the cold over it I'm going to be so mad. I swear, I will Kill whoever did this if this is a prank."

I glance over my shoulder looking for the source of that last voice.

"Not with those arms."

It's the man standing to my left I look at next. He, like me now, turns back to face front, an expression somewhere between tired and... smug? Difficult to say for sure out here; The street lights were terrible in this part of town. I glance back- it had been an odd thing to hear the man mumble to himself, but he was right. That girl's arms were practically noodles- and not the thick egg noodles. Although, this was America, so...

"Maybe she has a gun." I reply, not really thinking, and his gaze turns to me. God this man has the icy stare down pat. "Just saying..." I add with much less confidence. I don't look directly at him until I see his head turn back again.

He had on the most wrinkled, scruffy grey shirt on, sweatpants, and bare feet. 'Jesus his feet must be cold' I thought to myself. I mean, I could judge my own sleepwear- my pyjama bottoms have pineapples all over them for god's sake. But at least I managed to throw my warm little boot-slippers on. And not... What he apparently took the time to carry out under his arm.

"Why do you have a pillow?" I ask, perhaps unwisely. This time, he doesn't even look at me. Just gruffly replies, "for sleeping."

"Out here, I mean. Why did you bring it outside?"

"I don't have to answer to you." Now I get an even sharper stare from him. This guy is kind of intense.

"Okay," I sort of squeal out. Gotta pull my voice back down. "Little defensive over a question.. We all do slightly odd things when we're half asleep, I guess."

He sort of gives off this, half-groan, half-sigh and says, "I wasn't."

"What?"

"There's awake, and there's asleep. There's no such thing as half."

"Oh I beg to differ." I turn away a little, eyes off anywhere but him, but keep talking anyways. "I wind up there all the time. Like, when I first wake up in the mornings- I keep notes, so if I wake up at like, 4am, I want to write that down, and I try. But then when I wake up for real- I remember what I wrote, but I look at it and it's just gibberish. It's like, I gave my hand the right instructions, it couldn't do it, and my brain believes it when it goes 'yeah we So wrote that thing, don't even worry about it!'" .... "'cus I was half asleep still."

There's a second or so of silence, then, the man speaks. A little quieter than before. "Why do you write down when you wake up?" Aha! There's something other than contempt on his face now- confusion! A chink in the armour! I fight the urge to smile a little and instead focus on his question.

"I have this..." ah shit, I hate explaining all this crap to strangers. How do I do this... "It started as a pacing thing when I got sick a few years back. You're s'posed to write down everything you do, then figure out how much energy it all took so you can kinda plan your day out better, space out the high-demand activities. And it became a habit. I write down everything I do. Like-" I pull out my phone from the pocket of my fluffy, hooded dressing-gown, and point the screen at him. "See?" and bring it back so I can see it again. "Right now it says 'standing in the cold because the fire alarm went off, why does it connect to the whole building, I want to sleep.'" I hear a tiny sound that might have meant amusement.. or a sniff. "But before that I've noted when I started and stopped watching YouTube, what time I went to bed, then when I started and stopped playing a game... And now, this."

"In that order?" Good, he still looks confused.

"Yeah. I can't sleep right away, unless I'm like, really Really Reeaally tired. So I just, write messages or, put a little phone game on like, bitlife or something, or I get my switch out. And then, once I'm starting to fall asleep, I put it away, lay down and, I'm off."

"So the whole, screens before bed thing..."

"Utter crap." I respond. Then, backtrack. "I mean, it's probably good advice for most people, but, I find it way easier to fall asleep if I have something like that to do."

"I knew it." The man sort of half mumbles, half whispers, and then, "HEAR THAT?" He yells off to the side. "YOUR SLEEP GUIDES ARE CRAP, JAKE!" I stand there, eyes wide (at least, for me), sort of slightly leaning away from him. Oops. What have I gotten myself in the middle of? "That's my roommate. He's An Ass." he says slightly louder, but thankfully not yelling again. "I haven't been great sleep-wise, so this ass decides to Creep into my room, and steal the lightbulb from my lamp, because ApPaReNtLy it's bad for me to have a light on or to Read in bed. It doesn't make a damned difference, but now, I've gotta go buy a lightbulb tomorrow."

"Ah." It goes quiet again.. there's a lot there I could reply to. "He Does sound like an arse." I settle on. "Even if it IS bad for you, he shouldn't be taking your stuff."

"Thank you!!" He shouts again, leaning around behind me a little. "SHE gets it, Jake! Quit taking my crap!"

"I have a Child here you know" a woman somewhere behind us pipes up, prompting a "Great, you can butt out together." from the grouchy man. This time, I can't not snigger, though I try to stifle any sound. True, swearing in front of kids probably isn't really 'okay'.. but that was funny. Thank god she can't see my face.

"Sounds like you need a lock on the door." I continue casually.

"Eh.. Locks mean keys, and keys mean one more thing I gotta do before I can sleep or get to work."

"Well, yeah, but it would keep him out."

"Nah. It's hard enough to drag myself from one to the other as it is. And coffee does Not help, I don't care what anyone says. That crap is not a good start. Getting to cook a little breakfast, maybe."

I chuckle a little. The idea that Doing Things would make a morning start easier is an alien one to me, but mostly, the way he talks about coffee is amusing. That little crinkle in his nose as if he can smell it right now.

"Besides", he continues, "Every time he takes something outta my room, I get to take somethin from his." With something that looks like glee in his eyes, the man lifts the pillow under his arm just enough for me to see, and briefly raises his eyebrows. No, no way. I lean forward slightly, raising my own brows and getting a little smug smile in return. "Well. I think he's going to notice that at least~"

"That's the plan."

The people at the edge of our little crowd begin to shift, and the rest try to peek around. "It's okay, all clear!"

"False alarm, folks!"

"Oh thank god." I breathe a sigh of relief. "I need to be asleep so bad right now." As we too start taking steps back toward the lobby, and finally into the warm, I look up at the man beside me. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope your roommate learns his lesson this time~"

He gets one foot on the stairs inside and shrugs. "That'd be a first." He heads up the stairs, and as he and the stolen pillow turn the corner, I smile to myself and roll my eyes, reaching for the key in my pocket.

There were some interesting people living here.

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Mike's Vs Mun's Hobbies

#aaaand here's the second!#i haven't made much headway on the others yet #it's harder to think of how i would wind up talking to them #but I'll get there #i also thought it'd be maybe a good idea to start linking sets of memes together like that #so if there winds up being a big gap between my replies they're still all in one place #also also #it feels so unnatural to write in first person for this stuff #why did i choose this #x')#asimplerper #rp stuff #raph thomas #the funny part is when he says the bulb doesn't make a difference #he doesn't mean it the way it sounds #he has demonic night vision. he can still read in the dark no problem #x)#it's just that if he stops turning the lamp on right now #he either has to raise suspicion by saying he can see in the dark #or tell jake he stopped reading. meaning jake Won #by stealing from raph's room no less!#no way will raph allow that #so he's got to get a bulb just to turn the lamp on to make a point with it #lol #long post

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wardenparker · 3 years ago

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From Dorne, with Love - Epilogue

Oberyn Martell x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Your little sister is marrying her fairy tale princess on the exotic desert island nation of Dorne. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law’s playboy uncle is the other member of the wedding party along with you, but will your opposite approaches to life drive you apart before the ceremony even begins? Or is it possibly the beginning of a future you never thought possible?

Rating: Teen for the chapter, but this is an 18+ blog! Word Count: 3.9k Warnings: Honestly, none. This is just pure fluff. Summary: A little slice of life from the future of the Prince and Princess of Dorne. Notes: I cannot begin to say a big enough thank you to everyone who came along for this journey with us! It is such a joy to love and be loved by Oberyn 💖 And to have that beautiful happy ending that is so worthwhile in a fic. Thank you all for reading!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Epilogue

“Braciole for table twelve is up! Branzino for table nine is up! Let’s keep moving guys!” The lunch rush on weekends is always busy. It’s usually busy right through every single weekday, too, but weekends are booked solid for the next seven months at Paradiso and watching your staff hustle to make that demand worth your customers’ while is a thing of absolute beauty.

“Yes chef!” Is a phrase heard hundreds of times a day as they push through every demand with spectacular efficiency and grace, and there is almost nowhere in the world you would rather be than in this kitchen, unless the alternative being offered is anywhere at your husband’s side. He’s the reason you named your restaurant paradise and the first reason you smile every morning. He’s been the most wonderful support in your lives together and you honestly don’t know where you would be without him.

“Maron!” Oberyn calls out to the boy who starts sprinting to the back to his Momma the second he hits the building’s back door. “Don’t knock anyone over!” He grins as Joss curls against his neck sleepily where she has just been woken up from her nap and is not quite ready to greet anyone.

The loud banging of the kitchen’s swinging door and stampeding of small feet on the busy floor is something you’d been anticipating for hours, knowing that your nine-year-old son has more energy than most whole armies. “Momma!” His voice is louder than the din around you, and he is attached to your side before you can blink.

“Hello, my little love,” you have one arm around him instantly - the young prince has been the spitting image of his father since the day he was born and it makes you smile to ruffle his hair and be answered by the same disgruntled look as your husband would give. “Did you leave your Papa and little sister behind somewhere?”

“They’re too slow!” He pouts and gives you another hug. The kitchens have been where he could always find you here since he was a toddler. “Do you have cookies?” He asks, turning his big brown eyes up at you pleadingly. “I’m hungry.”

“I don’t know, my love. Running in the kitchen is naughty, and naughty boys don’t get cookies.” The way you raise your eyebrow at him makes him pout even more heavily. “But I guess we can make an exception if you promise not to run the rest of the day.”

“Fiiiiiiiine.” Maron has perfected eye rolling at his tender age and uses it expertly. Knowing full well he will get away with it because you find him completely adorable.

“You are too much like your father.” You can’t help but laugh, ruffling his hair again and leading him by the shoulder to the other side of the kitchen where the airtight container of biscotti and amaretti cookies are kept well out of reach of princely fingers.

“Dashing? Handsome? Or charming?” Oberyn asks with a delightfully smug grin on his face as he opens the door to the kitchen. Joss perks up in his arms when she sees her second favorite human. “Momma!”

“Good at getting his way.” You tell your husband, with an expression that says you know exactly what your son was doing, you just don’t care too much. In one swift motion you lift your little girl out of his arms and place a soft kiss on Oberyn’s lips then one on your daughter’s forehead. “Did you have a good nap, sweet girl?”

“Nuh uh.” Her fierce little shake of her head is obstinate, even if she’s starting to become more alert. “Papa made me get out of the pool for nap time.” She tattles, glowering over at her father.

“Uh oh.” Her ferocity makes you grin, like always, and you press kisses to both of her cheeks as you bounce softly with her in your arms. “Sounds like Papa’s in trouble with his baby.”

“I am.” Oberyn confirms with a grin at his youngest daughter. She was a complete Papa’s girl until he made her mad. Which was at least once a day, but he always redeemed himself by bedtime. “How is your day?” He asks you, picking up a berry from a station and popping it into his mouth. “The restaurant looks full.”

“People like to be able to say they’ve had a princess cook for them.” It’s always been your favourite joke about Paradiso’s popularity, even though there are plenty of people who walk in and out of your doors every day who have no idea who the chef making their meals actually is. “How were your meetings this morning?”

He bobbles his head slightly. “About as well as expected.” He grins when Maron passes Joss a cookie, the boys is always looking out for his little sister. “At least they are done though and all we have to do is relax and enjoy the weekend.”

“My parents are coming into town and you think we get to relax?” One suspicious eyebrow raises itself at him. “Do you know something I don’t?”

Chuckling he leans over and kisses you again. “They are here for your birthday and to see their grandbabies.” He reminds you. “They have mellowed with age. Or I have just gotten used to them.”

“They have mellowed because of the grandbabies.” In the years since Maron and Joss were born your parents have made it a point to visit Dorne a few times a year, and have started talking about retiring to the island where their children and grandchildren all live. “But you’ve probably gotten used to them, too.”

“Although I don’t mind when you get exasperated and come find me for some angry…comfort.” He smirks at you, little ears making him less vulgar that he would normally be.

Letting Joss down when she wriggles insistently in your arms, you slip into Oberyn’s waiting embrace with a mischievous grin. “I’m sure there will be plenty of that. Birthday comfort, too.”

“There’s also weekend comfort too.” Oberyn reminds you, the spark not fading between you despite ten years and two children.

“How about some bath comfort after we put the kids to bed tonight?” You keep your voice low and waggle your eyebrows at him salaciously since you know both your kids are too busy with the sights and sounds and smells of the busy kitchen to pay attention to their boring parents right now.

“I think that can definitely be arranged.” The prince smirks and steals another kiss. “Plus I have to wake you up right on your birthday.”

“You have a plan, I assume?” Every year you and Oberyn have always made a great show of walking each other up with intimacy on your birthdays. You always try to do something a little creative, though in your opinion it would take a miracle to outshine any of Oberyn’s performances.

“I do.” He murmurs, glancing over at the kids as they try to scarf down as many biscuits as they can before you take away the tin. “I want to see if I can put you to sleep with my tongue and wake you up with it.”

“I have the best husband in the world.” An indulgent hum passes your lips as you hug him close, only raising your voice to add: “And two little loves who are going to spoil their very special dinner with Grammy and Gramps if they keep eating the cookies for Momma’s customers.”

Both Martell children groan but know that their mother is serious and don’t reach for another cookie. “Fiiiiine” Maron huffs. “I was full anyway and Joss’s tummy is smaller than mine.”

“It’s uncanny.” You point a finger at Oberyn, always playful when pointing out how like him his only son is. “Let me take off my jacket and grab my purse and we can go.” By this hour your parents’ flight should have landed and your driver should be bringing them to the palace directly, giving you just enough time to get home and wash up so you don’t smell of kitchen before dinner is served.

Oberyn takes the tin away from the kids and winks at them while looking around the restaurant. You had grown it into a success that had nothing to do with the Martell name and everything to do with your talent. He is beyond proud of you, having watched you take on motherhood, a role in the royal family, and the running of your very own restaurant with remarkable flair.

One quick check in with your senior sous chef and you’re dropping your chef’s jacket on the back of the chair in your office and grabbing your purse to meet Oberyn and the kids at the back door where you know his driver is waiting with the car. “They’re going to be packed all weekend, but Allendry promises not to call unless the sky is falling.” You tell Oberyn when you climb in beside him.

“You should really consider hiring another chef.” Oberyn tells you for probably the twentieth time. “The restaurant can handle the overhead considering you don’t even take a salary. And it would free up more time with the monkeys.”

“Actually.” Nuzzling into his side as the car takes off, it seems like this might be the perfect time to let him know what you’ve been contemplating for a few weeks now. “I’ve been thinking about doing a few promotions in the kitchen. Moving up Allendry, making my saucier a sous chef, and taking on a new prep cook.” You doubt it will come as a surprise to him, but the request had made you nearly burst with pride when Oberyn and Ellaria’s oldest daughter had come to you with her plans for culinary school a month ago. “Elia has decided she wants to be a chef.”

There is a pleased hum and a smile on Oberyn’s face as he hears about one of his Sand Snakes plans. “I don’t doubt it, she is always hounding you in the kitchen. I swear I find all of them, Ellaria too, at my table more since I married you.”

Some might have considered the tight friendship you forged with your husband’s former lover to be unorthodox, but the fact is that you and Ellaria get along very well. You value her ferocity and she counts on your steadfastness, and the two of you growing close so quickly had bonded your young children together as well. “I’m honestly glad she came to me. Even if she didn’t want to work in my kitchen, I could have at least helped from a distance. But I love that El wants to learn what she can from me. I just hope she didn’t pick up all my tricks already through osmosis.”

“You will do wonderfully. And she will be a sponge.” He predicts, looking over at where the kids are sitting. Maron is reading his younger sister a book on the drive home. “I haven’t thanked you for them lately.” He realizes, grinning at you.

“Are you thinking about thanking me the way you thanked me for Maron and suddenly we were expecting Joss?” Slipping your fingers through his, you bring the back of his hand to your lips to kiss.

"Don't I always?" He asks with a smirk, although both of you had decided that two children were enough, since he begrudgingly admitted he was getting older. The salt and pepper look has gradually crept into his hair and the thin line of a beard he sports. After Joss was born, he had gone to get a vasectomy, refusing the doctor's suggestion that he let you get your tubes tied during birth.

“Always.” You nuzzle into his side as much as your seatbelt will allow and keep your voice low so that the kids won’t hear you and immediately prove you wrong. “They are fairly wonderful, aren’t they?”

"Of course they are." He chuckles. "You're their mother, they couldn't be anything but wonderfully stubborn and passionate. Creative and kind." He winks at you. "They get their looks and smarts from me." He teases playfully. He loves them just as much as his other children, and as the babies, they were spoiled by all their older half siblings, but were remarkably well grounded.

“Their humility comes from you, too.” The way you roll your eyes at him is fond, though. Pure love inside the teasing. Oberyn has given you everything you ever dreamt without ever batting an eye - never making you doubt your worthiness or that his love might have a cost. Ten years of his unconditional and unwavering love have been fully committed to you - nine for Maron and five for Joss. How could they ever doubt their worthiness when their parents tell them every day how truly loved they are?

"I'm a prince." He elegantly shrugs a shoulder in unabashed disconcern. "I have no need for humility. As much as I exasperate my brother, he puts up with me." He reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting it slightly. "And my princess seems to like me, so I am favored by the Gods."

“Your princess loves you desperately.” This declaration, quiet as it is, still elicits a small groan of embarrassment from both of your kids and you grin. “And your youngest children seem to tolerate you the way your brother does, so everything seems just as it should be.”

"They will understand when they get older and fall in love." He grins back at you, feeling the car slow down as the driver comes to the gates at the palace. "Although I hope not too soon, right Joss?"

“Nuh uh.” His youngest child gives her usual, obstinate answer for anything she dislikes and makes a face. “Nymmy said it feels like butterflies in your tummy but I don’t want butterflies in my tummy!” She looks horrified at the prospect, actually, and lowers her voice conspiratorially. “Do people eat the butterflies?”

Oberyn can't help but laugh at the very literal way that his daughter took Nymira's explanation for how it feels to be in love. "No, my littlest sand snake." He shakes his head, mirth making his eyes dance even though she's scowling, thinking that she is being laughed at. "No one eats beautiful butterflies. Nymmy just meant that it makes your tummy feel happy. Like when I throw you up in the air and you giggle and demand that I do it again?"

“Oh.” That seems to mollify her a little, and her small mind reviews the facts with thoughtful precision. “In that case?” She looks up at both of you with an expression of determination in her little eyes. “I would like to be in love soon, please.”

"Shit." Oberyn is very liberal and relaxed with his children, letting them find themselves however they wish to. But the idea of his youngest being determined to find love at the tender age of five was going to wreak havoc on the palace for months to come. She will dog the footsteps of every man or woman she sees as a potential for that love until she grows bored of the idea. "So soon, little one? Just remember, we cannot be in love with family. We are not Lannisters."

You barely manage to stifle a laugh at his dig at his family rivals, but Joss seems to just take it as sound advice and nods accordingly. “May I be in love with Hobard?” She asks permission very carefully, as though it were something she could just decide on and not something that would happen to her naturally in time without her ever having a say in it.

"I see no problem with that." Oberyn smiles at her fondness of the older man who has seen and experienced so much in the palace. "Remember, though, his love for you might be different. It might be like the love your Momma and I have for you. And it's perfectly acceptable to love like that too."

“Okay.” And just like that, Joss shrugs her little shoulders and looks over at her brother. “Will you read more?”

Oberyn blinks and looks over at you with a slightly exasperated expression. Maron starts reading to his sister again and Oberyn leans over and nuzzles your jaw before he speaks. Murmuring in your ear, he chuckles. "We are going to be run ragged when she gets older."

“Just as long as she doesn’t make us grandparents at fourteen.” You whisper back pointedly, but turn to plant a soft kiss in his lips as the driver turns off the main road to the long drive of the Old Palace.

"Birth control is a modern miracle." He hums in agreement, looking over at the kids. It was a miracle none of his children had made him a grandfather by mistake, but they had all been careful so far.

“I think Obara might be close.” Tucking your head against his shoulder as the car glides down the long drive is a comfortable feeling, one that is embedded in your muscle memory from countless outings together. “She was very unsubtle about asking some questions about family heirlooms when we talked a few days ago. Either she’s planning ahead, or she’ll have news for us soon.” Oberyn’s oldest daughter had married a few years ago, but there had never been any talk of children until her most recent phone call. Under the flimsy excuse of asking about your birthday plans, she had managed to slip in a few inquiries about Martell family heirloom baby blankets and the rocking chair that still stands in the nursery.

“Hmmmm.” Oberyn smiles at the idea and completely approves. “We will have to throw a party for her when she does announce it.” He doesn’t mind the idea of grandchildren at all, there is nothing he loves more than the sounds of children running through the palace. It’s happy and exuberant, the sounds of life and love.

“Catering baby showers might become a new specialty for Paradiso.” Your staff had gone all-out for you when you and Oberyn were expecting Joss, as if to somehow make up for the fact that it had not yet opened when Maron came into the world. It had been a beautiful party, and much more relaxed than the official celebration that Mellario had thrown for the public eye. That was an elegant soirée. But Lily, Aja, and Ellaria had worked with your restaurant staff to throw something much more playful in private.

“I can see that doing really well.” Oberyn smirks. “A lot of babies are born in Dorne.” He reminds you. The small country did have a proclivity for multiple children in most households.

“I could recreate the menu they made for me for Joss’s shower.” The idea burrows inside you easily, nestling in the part of your heart reserved for nostalgia attached to pregnancy instead of the reality of morning sickness, swollen ankles, and bed rest. “Call it a party fit for a princess.”

“Obara would love that.” Oberyn can’t help but turn and place his hand on your stomach even though he knows there isn’t a baby in there. He had constantly had his hand on his child through both of your pregnancies. “First we have to let her announce.”

“I’ll try not to get ahead of myself.” You can’t promise not to get excited, of course. You would never lie to him like that. For all your early worries, being a stepmother to his older daughters had come naturally, as has your friendships with his former lovers. It was like there was a space in his life, sized exactly right for you to step into - and you had never looked back.

"You will be a very happy grandmother." He teases, winking at you. "Not even forty years old yet." The way you already dreamed of a bigger family makes his heart swell.

“I’ll have many years with all of my husband’s grandbabies sleeping in my arms.” It draws nothing less than a wistful sigh out of you and you grin guiltily. “I was just about to leave a newspaper article about reversing vasectomies lying very subtly on the kitchen counter, too. She has excellent timing.”

His brow shoots up in surprise, not expecting that to come out of your mouth. It wasn't like the two of you hadn't talked about his vasectomy before he went and got it done. The car pulls to a stop in front of the house. "Baby fever?" He asks as he opens the door to get out and help you out.

“Maybe a little.” Stepping out of the car and into his arms, it’s as easy as breathing to lean in and kiss him. “At our age, though, it’s probably better for me to get grandbaby fever.” As young and spry as you feel on your best days, you are still nearer to 40 than not.

He snorts and turns back to help Maron and Joss out. Maron also wanted to help Joss in and out of her booster seat, playing his role of big brother to perfection. "It seems like the appropriate time to get that fever." He chuckles. "We have both of them out of diapers and dressing themselves."

“You haven’t been without a small child around you in your whole life.” Joss reaches for you despite having both her father and her brother at her beck and call, and you gladly lift her into your arms to carry her inside. “I would hate to start now.”

Maron runs ahead, yelling his thanks when Hobard opens the door and disappears into the house, feet slapping on the marble floors. "You would hate it, huh?" He jokes, hand on your back as you walk inside the large palace that was simply home to your and his family.

His teasing just garners a small smile from you, and you thank Hobard as you pass him into the palace, having promised yourself years ago that you would never take this life and its advantages for granted. “You would be sad if there wasn’t at least one little one running around. Admit it.”

"I love all my children." He admits. "I have loved seeing their innocent joy, carefree laughs." He nods towards the stairs as the two of you walk towards them. "I doubt with as many children as I have sired, there will ever be silence in these halls."

“So much the better.” You promise him.

And as if to prove it, Joss chooses this moment to nearly blow your eardrum out, screaming “Grammy!” when she spots your mother at the top of the stairwell. You set her down on two determined feet before she can flail her way out of your arms or kick you, and she is off like a shot to get her special Grammy hugs that only your mother can provide.

He chuckles when you press your hand to your ear. "The joyous sounds of children." He reminds you with a grin. "Do you want me to entertain while you clean up?"

“I won’t be long.” The two of you hustle upstairs but are no match for your little Olympians, who are already hugging their grandparents fiercely.

This is the life you dreamt of - your beautiful home, your standout restaurant, your happy and healthy children that you love with every fiber of your being. And all of it because ten years ago, the man you now call your husband wouldn’t let you give up on reaching for the future.

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Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

#obey me headcanons #obey me #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #headcanon

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tidaltow · 9 months ago

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The universal feeling of “I totally just saved this interaction” right after an embarrassing blunder had to be one of the greatest feelings. It had to be. Percy assumed it must be, if he had to guess. It was just a shame he didn’t really get the chance to find out himself.

Because if he was used to being on the receiving end of Annabeth’s cold looks that could make anyone feel like they’d just committed a dozen crimes deserving of admonishment, then he was even more used to that little spark she got in her eye when she had him right where she wanted him. Like he had just proudly—chin raised, chest puffed—and confidently walked into a trap that was as hard to miss as Times Square. But the funny thing about it was that he couldn’t even be upset. She smiled at him. She laughed. And even if some part of it was probably at his expense, Percy really didn’t care in that moment.

He always liked the way her face gradually, as if in methodical steps, brightened right before a laugh broke through. It was cute.

Percy didn’t even answer her question. After successfully managing another quick swig of soda without choking this time, he swung his legs over the side of his seat and promptly stood up—which of course kind of forced Annabeth to do the same, due in part to his pulling her with him. “All yours, Wise Girl,” he said, smug energy matching hers. (He figured two could play this game nicely.) “Are we gonna have to add 'sneaking off' to your never-ending list of talents . . . ? I mean, if it's not already there.”

“ I am still the responsible one here. I just know when to be irresponsible. ” ; she countered and smiled widely watching his reaction as she also tried not to laugh. Sometimes Annabeth wonders if Percy is aware of certain reactions he has when she says certain things. She realized it a long time ago and since then, she has wasted no time in teasing him whenever possible. Like now, he just gave her another cue. “ Oh, so you want to hang out ? That’s interesting. ” And this time, Annabeth laughed. “ I’m alright. I have eaten but— do you want to hang out with me ? ” It would be good to go somewhere else. The daughter of Athena couldn't take the spying eyes on them anymore and she is about to do something about it.

#folkorae #🌊🔱 « v: against all odds (pjo) »#🌊🔱 « prose »#he adores her SO MUCH i cry over it

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kiss-inthekitchen · 3 years ago

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all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson

summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting

wc: 1.5k

warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic

a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !

It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.

Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.

You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.

“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”

“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”

You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”

“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.

“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”

“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”

“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.

He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.

Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.

He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”

“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”

“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.

Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”

He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.

“Loki!” you gasped.

“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You’re being so difficult.”

“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”

You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.

“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.

“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.

“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.

“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.

Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.

“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.

“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”

That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”

“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”

“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.

“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.

You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.

“Pathetic,” you chide.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.

You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #sub!loki #dom!loki #mcu loki #i had too much fun writing this lmao #it's the switching for me!!!#bisexual switch messes only in this house <3 #my fics #pls interact w this if you liked it i need validation lol

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

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bi-bard · 3 years ago

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He's Candy-Coated Misery - Dean Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: He's Candy-Coated Misery

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Word Count: 1,942 words

Warning(s): illusions to sex, violence

Summary: (Season 10) (Y/n) never expected to end up on the reckless cycle they did when met Dean. However, they probably would've guessed that part before they guessed what was going to happen after that.

Author's Note: I've been on a bit of a kick of angry songs from female country singers and that somehow spawned this idea. Hence the Carrie Underwood reference as the title (Cowboy Casanova is a bop, don't judge me).

**ITALICS = FLASHBACK (also marked off by "--" symbol)**

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I never expected to be here.

I never expected to be in any situation remotely like this one.

That's all that I could think of as I walked into the bar. I wasn't supposed to be here. I shouldn't be doing this. It felt like I was undermining the last few months of my life.

"Hello there."

I looked up from my drink to see a man leaning on the bar next to me. I was just awkwardly sitting there. I was surprised when he sat next to me.

My friend had dragged me out that night. And then she completely ditched for some guy. I still felt back leaving without knowing where she was going to be spending her night.

"Umm... hi," I replied.

"Name's Dean," he introduced.

I noted his cocky grin and smug attitude. Some about the air around him just felt like he didn't give a shit what anyone around him wanted. I still couldn't ignore how tempting that same energy was. His little smirk as his eye traced my body made me feel more flattered than creeped out. That's what they meant by pretty privilege.

"(Y/n)," I replied after a moment.

"Pretty name," he complimented. I grinned and thanked him.

We spoke for the rest of the night. Well, he was flirting the entire night while I relished in the compliments that I wasn't used to.

"Pretty rude for your friends to just leave you alone here," Dean said after a while. "Who would leave someone so pretty all on their own? Just plain dumb."

I let out a chuckle.

"Why don't you come with me," he nodded toward the door. He slowly leaned over, lips brushing over my ear. "I'll be sure to keep you company."

I felt like my heart jumped up into my throat as I leaned back and looked at him in shock. His grin just seemed to grow when he saw my expression.

"Come on," he pushed.

I licked my lips and looked over my shoulder. My friend was leaning on some random guy. I sighed and looked at Dean.

"Sure," I nodded.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me outside quickly.

When we got outside, Dean pushed me against the wall next to the door. He leaned in and kissed me roughly. I gasped a little at the force but settled into the rhythm naturally.

"Come on," he muttered as he pulled away. "I'm gonna make this night worth it."

I smiled and followed him excitedly.

After that night, he kept me by his side.

I was kind of shocked. I figured he would rather find someone new. Someone more exciting.

But as I left the next morning, he grabbed my hand and asked if I'd be "coming back to him."

I left that morning with a stupid grin and plans to go back to that bar that night.

The bar was empty when I walked in.

I had no idea why.

I didn't care.

Dean was leaning on the bar.

"There you are," he grinned and pulled me close, kissing me roughly like he did outside the bar. "How was your day, sweetheart?"

"Boring as hell," I replied, trying to seem as normal as possible.

"Mmm, good thing you tracked me down when you did," he chuckled.

I nodded, "Maybe you've got a point."

He leaned in to peck my lips again.

"Always been ready to save you."

I chuckled.

The next few weeks were a bit of a blur.

Dean was the walking incarnation of chaos. And I had been brought into the eye of the storm. I was happy there.

Everything around him was intense. I had no desire to leave when every kiss he gave me completely knocked the air from my lungs and made me feel like I was buzzing.

I wouldn't have traded any ounce of chaos for a moment. No matter the fights he got in. No matter how many people he seemed to scare. I was fine with all of that because I got to be held and kissed so intensely.

I found myself in the bar again, waiting for Dean to come back over to our table.

"Hey."

My face immediately scrunched up when a man sat across from me. I raised an eyebrow at him as he looked at me.

"You here alone?"

"No," I replied bluntly. "I have someone meeting me."

"Oh, really," the guy said, leaning forward even more. "Where is that someone then?"

"Turn around and figure it out, buddy."

I looked up past the man and grinned at Dean, "Hi."

"Hey, sweetheart," he replied. He clapped his hand on the man's shoulder. "Now, I do believe you're in my seat."

"Listen, man-"

Dean didn't let the guy talk before he grabbed the man's shirt and slammed his back against the wall.

"I saw you all night," Dean said. "I saw you watching (Y/n) like a damn stalker. Now, I didn't like that, but I thought you would understand to back the hell off. Clearly, you don't."

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"I don't care how sorry you are," he cut the man off again. "You tried to take my sweetheart from me, and I don't like that."

I just watched as Dean dropped the man and swung his fist at him, cracking him across the jaw.

If the bartender hadn't seen the man earlier, he would've thrown Dean and me out. We got lucky. Dean sat back down in his seat and gave me that same-old smirk.

"How're you feeling, baby," he asked.

"I'm okay," I nodded as he grabbed my hand.

"Let's get you a fresh drink," he said.

I let him pull me up out of his chair.

I was also so willing to let him pull me along with him because it all seemed worth it.

"So, why'd you call me," Dean asked, leaning back against the bar, still holding onto my waist. "You hate calling off of work."

"I never said I hate it," I chuckled. "You think I do because I don't let you trap me in a motel bed in the morning."

"No fun, if you ask me."

"I know," I muttered. I cupped the side of his face and kissed him gently. "I just missed you."

"I missed you too," he grinned, standing up straight again to kiss me properly. "I always miss you when you're at work."

I grinned.

I had to fight any thought that was trying to get me to second-guess my choice. It was these moments that made me hesitate. It wasn't gentle. It just was less intense.

Having him focus all of his attention on me. It could convince me to do almost anything. I just craved the love and affection and attention.

Mornings with Dean were the very rare exception to his normal behavior.

I would often wake up before him so I could get back home to get dressed for work.

Every morning was the same.

When I finally pull myself from the bed, Dean would wake up and grab at my arm. He would pull me back to bed and mumble about how much he'd love for me to stay with him. He'd do all of this while kissing at the skin of my neck.

I really enjoyed it.

I wish our mornings could've remained that way.

After following our normal morning debate, I drove home and got showered and dressed for work.

As I was walking back to my car to head to work, I was met with a man walking toward my door. I pulled the door shut behind me and made sure it locked.

When I looked back, I noticed the man's arm was in a sling.

"Hello," I said, more of a question than a statement.

"Hi," he replied. "Sorry, you seem busy, but I think you know my brother."

"That wasn't very descriptive-"

"Dean," he explained.

I froze, shocked, "He never mentioned a brother."

"We aren't on the best terms right now," he nodded. "I'm Sam."

"Nice to meet you," I was still confused. "Why did you come to me instead of going to your brother?"

"Because I need your help to help him," he said. "Do you have a minute for me to explain?"

I paused for a moment.

Help Dean with what? What was I so unaware of?

I sighed, "Okay. What's wrong?"

Dean's hands moved to my back to hold me close as he kissed me.

My eyes were shut tight. My hand slowly reached back, and I pulled the flask that Sam had given me out of my back pocket. I slowly pulled back and smiled at Dean sweetly.

He grinned back.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"What-"

I threw the holy water on him quickly and slapped the handcuffs- which Sam had also given me- on his wrists as he fell to the ground. I took another few steps away.

When he looked up at me, his eyes were completely black. I was terrified. Sam had told me about this, but it was still absolutely terrifying.

Sam walked in and got his brother.

I only watched as they left.

I pulled out my phone and shot a text to the number that Sam told me to use in an emergency.

To Sam: Call me when you're done 'curing' Dean. I'd like to know that he's okay.

--time skip--

I tried to go back to day-to-day life after Sam took Dean away.

Obviously, it wasn't that easy.

I was worried about Dean constantly. I spent the week checking my phone constantly. I didn't even care if he never wanted to see me again. I just wanted to know that he was alive. Beyond that, I didn't care.

"Hello," I said as I answered a call. I was just walking out of work, and it was the first time I didn't check the number.

"(Y/n)," I stopped by my car door.

"Dean," I asked.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I replied. "How... How are you feeling?"

"Better," he chuckled.

"The mark... it's..."

"Still there," he sighed over the phone. "Just no more... demon."

"Oh, that's good," I muttered. I let out a breath. "I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure what I did was assault and I've been worried about you since I let Sam grab you-"

"(Y/n)," he cut me off. "I'm not upset. I wanted to call and let you know that I'm okay. Sam said that you wanted a call."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Well, good. I'm glad."

"Thanks."

We both fell silent for a little bit. I didn't want to hang up on him, but I didn't know what to say.

"I wanted to ask," Dean paused for a moment, seemingly nervous. "Do you... Do you want to meet up for dinner somewhere?"

I grinned, "What?"

"Well, you've spent the last few weeks with a very different version of me," he explained. "I want a chance to get to know you as myself. If you want to do that... we don't have to. Y'know, that was probably a dumb question. I should just go-"

"I'd love to," I cut him off, biting back a chuckle at his awkward behavior. "Dinner sounds nice."

"Really?"

"Really," I replied. "Umm, call me when you get to town... I guess?"

"Yeah, yeah," he sounded very excited.

I preferred that to the cockiness.

"I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, see you soon, Dean."

After he hung up the phone, I just stared at the screen with a smile. I felt like this difference was going to be good. I was going to enjoy meeting the real Dean.

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sweettodo · 4 years ago

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we're your best friends.

jean kirstein x freader x eren jaeger.

includes : smut, threesome, swearing, innocent / naive y/n, taking virginity.

word count : 3,4k

a / n , thank you for 400 ( 450 as of 3 / 8 / 21 ) , i love you all <3 you're all so special to me and i’m grateful for you. i hope we can grow together as a big ole’ happy family !

"Do you guys ever stop?!" you bellow, your bedroom filled with the shouting amongst the two men in front of you, their rough voices which completely washed away any interjections you gave.

Sighing, you grab one of your notebooks from your desk, winding up your shoulder, and throwing it at Eren. The book slaps him in the face and he shouts, his hand rubbing his face.

"The fuck y/n!" He screeches, Jean, shutting up right after Eren, hair messy from tugging at it out of frustration. You wondered why a simple conversation about who would be the better gentleman; the better man. We had commenced in the formal meeting area- your room- hours ago, to study; hence the notebook used to bonk Eren's pitiful face, "you don't get it." He huffs.

"You two better stop acting childish before I kick you out." Walking between them and plopping down on your bed, pleased to see that the battle had now dwindled from your -very- empty threat. You couldn't kick them out even if you wanted to.

Everyone at school was very well acquainted with the fact that Jean and Eren both had a persistent problem of rivalry, they fought about everything; from who had the better penmanship, better wardrobes, better walk, to who was prettier.... yes, prettier.

Eren stubbornly sits on one corner of the bed, traversing his legs with his back pressed against the wall, Kerstein made himself relaxed in your desk chair, "as I was saying, before I was so impolitely interrupted-" you snort, glancing at the two men, "you both are gentleman, but it's more than just how you talk to a girl."

"Yeah don't be ridiculous, I'm good at more than you think y/n." Jean boasts, smirking and tauntingly glaring at Eren who returns the glare, hair seeping down his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at the cocky Kerstein.

"I'm a sex god, I can sex anyone up, anytime- anywhere." Jean lunging to his feet and stupidly rocking his hips side to side like the fuck-boy he knows he is, virtually wearing it like a badge. Eren and you snickered at him.

Jean grunts, finger in the air tauntingly, "alright! It's not that funny anymore! Quit laughing!" tears brimming your eyes, chest aching from laughing, the blonde now taking into account that you two were more laughing at him, rather than with him.

Defensively, he shouts, "Keep laughing, virgin." Jean grins, squatting back down in the chair dramatically.

"I can name plenty of girls who want to get with me." Eren retorts. Laying your back against the headboard, listening as Eren spews stories about the 'countless sexcapades' he has with girls every week and the 'countless' girls who plead to fuck him on the daily.

"So childish, especially for a couple of university students."

You're dismissed again, "Y/n, who do you think would be better in bed, be honest!" you evaluate the question as much as you could, not to mention how hard it was to even imagine.

Simply putting it, you were a prude.

They wait hastily for your reply, curious to what you had to say, the silence provoking them to shuffle in their seats.

"I think... hm, Jean." Eren groans out in defeat, Jean cackling and throwing his head back, Eren pouts and crosses his arms, huffing out.

"You know what, how the fuck would you know anyway, huh?" rolling your eyes, Jean who is taking his sweatshirt off and hanging it off your chair, heeding to Eren, who is still weeping, "Jean, that doesn't count, she's never gotten with either of us, to begin with, her judgment doesn't count." Declaring matter-of-factly, Jean rubs his chin with his thumb and index, looking into the distance like he was contemplating to speak.

You watched as Eren stands in annoyance, his arms still crossed, "I mean, we could show her, but-"

"-We should, then it'll be fair."

Left in utter shock, were they insinuating you do something so delusional and sinful with your two closest friends? wouldn't that ruin years of friendship? Have they no morals? And to think Eren would have a little more decency.

"No, no way, don't be ridiculous."

Jean sucks his teeth, leaning in his chair so his elbows sat on his knees, the energy in the room had drastically changed, they were now watching you, making your hands anxiously tremble, their eyes scanning yours, while you tried to look at anything but them, heart out of your chest and now in your throat, they sat so relaxed, so casual like the proposition of sex didn't even phase them.

"C'mon, I want you to tell us who's better, you're our best friend, you're the best one to determine who's best." Jean pouts, this was a very clear-detectable manipulation, and you were not inept.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, Kirstein?" he shakes his head, leisurely stretching back into the chair, "because if you are it won't work on me." Jean peeks over to Eren, looking to be affirmed.

Eren plays with the hem of his shirt, a smug look on his lips, looking down to attempt to hide it.

Both men have talked about getting you to become their little toy, countless times at dinner with all the other cadets to embarrass you- or during the summer when you wore shorts to practice with your gear, sparring with a tank top, they both imagined unholy things, things you would believe to be appalling. "How about- better kisser?" tilting your head, that wasn't so much worse.

"Yeah, we've nearly kissed before too," Jean interjects, he saw your eyebrows scrunch, looking mindless, eyes so naive, his head full of vile thoughts, ways he and Eren could corrupt you, tear you open, and leave you begging for more. But they clearly couldn't let you know what they talked about.

So innocent.

"Sharing drinks," nodding slowly, the boys internally prayed you would loosen up only just a little, just a foot in the door so they could kick the fucking door down and break you in- they both figured it was about time anyways; you were a college student and hadn't done anything?

But you had not even a clue, that dumb little head of yours, how could you not comprehend their tactics. This was their way to get your legs open? This was laughable to them; too easy.

Dragging your ass across the bed, not leaning on the wall anymore; you sat criss-cross in the middle of the mattress, center of their attention, "I guess you're right." Mind racing, Jean would never talk to you again if you had said no to at least kissing, and Eren would probably get upset with you, not eager in being your friend, most likely following in his friend's lead.

Jean rolls closer to the side of the bed in your chair, not even a foot away from you.

"I can go first, Eren?" Eren nods, he was beyond delighted, this was fucking crazy. Truth was, Eren, who was seldom nervous over this type of thing; yet he was envious that Jean could be so... persistent; wishing he could be the same. With Jean grabbing your chin, such a pretty face you had, especially when you were anxious.

Easy to mold, easy to manipulate you; to do whatever he wanted with a bat of his eyelashes and a polite smile.

And here he was- in the back of his head - telling himself that he needed to teach you not to be so susceptible from now on.

He squanders no time, capturing your lips with his own, moving in a swift and low action, you kiss him back. He was incredible, it was at the perfect pace, the residing taste of mint gum that filled your mouth.

No wonder the girls loved Jean so much.

His thumb caressing your cheek which sent little cringes of anxiety throughout your body- realizing you had to kiss Eren after this, this was going to make you so dirty, but how could you kiss Jean and leave your other friend out? How unreasonable that would be.

Eren's abrupt words make you jump, "alright horse face, stop hogging and share." Jean pulls back, lips light rosy pink, even a little swollen, he rolls backward in the chair, the other young man sits up in front of you while still comfortable on the bed.

Instead of Jean's approach, Eren tilts your head, kissing your jawline first, tensing up from the ticklish feeling, soft lips establishing morale towards your choice in agreeing to do what they asserted; it wasn't that terrible after all.

He kisses up to the corner of your mouth and then slowly kisses you on the lips, eyes fluttering closed, drunk off his smell, stomach doing backflips.

Gradually pulling back, he's smiling like a fool before scooching backward back to his spot.

"Who do you think was better?" Jean rushes, blushing and looking to your lap, thumbs playing with each other, subconsciously hoping they would do a little more. You didn't know who was better, they both were so good, too good.

"I don't know, you both are really good,"

Jean was going mad, you tasted so fucking good, and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, trying to remain relaxed.

Eren's dick twitching in his pants when he heard you finally say his name instead of Kerstein's, he was ecstatic...

Jean stands and scoffs, "alright I'll give him that, but I'm good at everything else. Eren s' a fucking virgin boy." biting your tongue, you felt guilty, Jean was really good, telling yourself 'maybe I should stop being so uptight, they would never actually hurt me.' Eren sees you ponder, looking into space while you stewed on your sentiments, Jean with no awareness as he rambles on and on about how experienced he is.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, anxious, you needed to make the first move- you needed to make this right.

Slowly, making sure they're both watching, you begin to unbutton your blouse, bottom-up.

"What are you doing?"

"You two wanted to show me who was better?"

Jean's eyes bug out of his head, smile growing across his face, Eren stands, embarrassed from your suggestion, they were nearly jumping for joy, "but I don't know ho-"

Jean jerked your shoulders, "relax," He whispers, out comes a shaky breath when his hands waste no time to finish unbuttoning your top. "You trust us, you wanna' feel good, right?"

The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart; could it have been any louder?

Blouse wide open for both of them to see your chest. Eren, who sat inches from you tugged at the fabric on your right shoulder, "so pretty- look at these Eren," Jean's large hands cupping your tits, sitting pretty in your bra, your throat grows increasingly dry, the feeling in between your legs tingling, though, you had no idea how to interpret it.

Eren stands back up, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend, his hand caressing down your back and gripping at the flesh of your skin.

Looking at them as they stare at your chest, their hands all over you. "Do you know how to do anything at all?" Eren asks, shaking his head, he looks at Jean and pulls his hand back, "Jean and I are gonna ake care of you."

"Yeah, okay." Jean pushing you on your back, legs barely open, unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off hungrily. Both looking at you with lust-filled eyes, they had never seen you like this; so bare. Your legs are propped up so Jean and Eren can both stand before them. Their hands trailing up your jittery thighs.

"I'll get you ready, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." Responding with a simple nod, Jean is crouching down so his head is leveled to your clothed cunt, Eren sits back on the bed and slides his hand under your back; with one hand, he's unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body, his soft hands massaging your tits, nipples sensitive when his thumbs spend extra time on them.

Nerves doubling over when Jean's hands now pulling down your matching panties, head snapping up, legs shutting to deter them, Eren pushing you back down. "Calm down, you'll be fine." He reassures.

Eren feeling the soft skin, under his hands, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, Jean dragging his large hands in between your thighs, "have you ever fingered yourself y/n? Made yourself cum?" beyond embarrassed, the way they were taking their time on you, slowly feeling you up, you were almost becoming frustrated. Shaking your head, Jean clicks his tongue, "this might feel weird, but you trust us, right?" An audible gasp is shot out of your mouth when his middle finger is raking up between your folds.

Hissing out as he adds another finger, both of them running up and down your slick pussy, pressing down on a bundle of nerves, "feels- weird!" the more he played around with your sensitive clit, the more your leg twitched, the ticking feeling filling up your stomach, core flexing as he repeated his offense, the same sensitive rubs as his two fingers curled and fucked into you.

"Jean-” He was going so slow, making sure he didn't stretch you out too much, he needed to save that for later.

"Here, come taste."

Eren's grabbing Jean's hand, your tongue lolling out, his coated fingers dragging down your tongue, lips wrapping around his digits, tasting the juices from your cunt.

"Tastes good, right?" fingers still deep in your mouth, you're nodding like a fool, Jean smiling at the sight of the reaction bestowed on your face, the taste of your cum tainting your tastebuds; "of course she likes it, look at her, she wants more."

Eren nods in return, he leans down over you, soft hair falling on your chest as he leaves wet little kisses down your chest, peppering you with his lips down to your belly button.

Watching Jean, who is getting on the bed beside you, his knees next to your head, Eren jumping into action to take his best friends place, his sweats falling low just blow his v- line, he pushes them down, craning your neck to look up at Jean who his also pulling down his pants.

Your throat squeezes shut, lifting your head, "I don't you think that I-" Jean's hand grabbing your hair to silence you, jerking your neck up.

"Don't worry, I told you we'll help you."

"Jean, chill out a little." Eren mumbles, your head getting dropped back onto the bed, eyes fixated on Eren's wide torso, the tent in his boxers which made your mouth water, "I'll go slow, okay?" Palming his cock through his boxers, he holds your legs from under your knees, his boxers just under his cock, sliding his hand down and removes the little bit of coverage he had left. Your eyes widening, he spits in his hand, stroking his throbbing tip a few times with his thumb before adjusting forward and rubbing his raw cock up against your slicked pussy.

The feeling of Eren's thick tip squeezing inside of you makes you cry out in pain, the stinging pain of Eren taking his time to slide into you, fitting into you as much as he can.

Jean pinning your arms up above your head, tears spilling from your eyes, "h-hurts!" you whine, Jean beside you pumping his cock in his fist.

"So fuckin' tight, no wonder it hurts so bad." His hands pinning your legs open and up, he pulls out.

Without warning, he picks up speed, your body curling up from the pressure.

“I forgot what virgin pussy feels like, so tight-” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the way he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, he needed this so bad.

The pressure soon becomes desirable, wanting to feel it everything he thrusts into you, your complaints soon turn to moans, looking at jean through your eyelashes while he's fixated on the way your boobs bounce while Eren dives deeper into you.

"Don't forget to help Jean out, remember?"

You're situating yourself up on your elbows, turning your body so your head is between Jean's thighs, he's pushing your hair back and holding it in a loose but sufficient grip, "let me guide you."

His thumb swipes down your bottom lip, opening your jaw, tongue sliding past your lips to wrap around his cock like it's instinct.

"Good, just like that," he groans, his hand on the back of your head guiding you further down the base of his cock, Eren fucking you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clench around him, sucking him in, he could stay like this forever.

Your neck uncomfortably stretched to pleasure Jean made it all the more painful when he started pushing down the back of your throat; harder to catch your breath, harder to swallow the saliva that was seeping up the back of your throat, trying not to cough around his length.

"Been waitin’ too long for this,” Eren grunts, the lewd noises of his hits snapping against yours on one end while your nose is barely brushing against Jean’s hair around his stomach.

Jean slowly pulls out of your throat, drool following, giving you the chance to speak, “Eren, h-hot!” you cried, your stomach twisting, pussy squelching around his wide cock, head dizzy as you begin to feel like your floating.

Jean sees your body shake from beside him, while he pumps his cock in his free hand, his other hand is kneading your tit in his hand. “Oi, I think she's gonna cum- c’mon it's gonna feel so good, you're so close, pretty girl.” Eren drilling into you with your legs pinned open, moaning and gasping for air as you feel your hole spasm, body tingling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C- I'm cumming!” your hand on Eren’s pec, pushing against him to ease the pressure of his cock buried fully inside of you, “f-fuck! Fuck, Eren!” his body sticky on top of yours, thighs uncomfortably stuck to his waist.

“God, can stay like this all day.” You panted like a dog, blinking the blurred vision out of your eyes from the blinding orgasm.

Jean’s getting off the bed, slapping your thigh to sign for Eren to get off of you, “I hope you can take it, pretty girl.” The brunette pulling up his boxers and sitting on the bed where Jean was just seated.

A panting mess, Jeans tearing you from your spot and pushing you on your hands and knees, Jean presses against the small of your back, pushing you into a deeper arch, abused pussy mere inches away from another cock.

Eren picks your head up by your hair, an evil smile growing on his face as he sees your face twist with pleasure, Jean pushing into your cunt, a mixture of his best friends’ cum already leaking out of your cunt, “gonna fill you some more, just stay still for me, okay?”

He holds your hips in place, the further his cock sunk into you, the more it hurt, the more he stretched you out, the more you were split open by the intimidating of him.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, ” he spits, unable to finish his sentence.

He thrusts into you from behind, held grounded in place as Jean ruts into your pussy mercilessly, Eren watching you cry and beg for stupid little nothings.

Cream covering his cock, feeling your walls tighten around him, he snakes his hand over your thigh, and to your clit, rubbing lose and light circles around the bud, your legs quivering, back jolting up from the overstimulation, “hm, what did I say about stating still?” ripping away from your clit, you whine and your back is pushed back down.

Jean mere inches away from climax, hips sputtering against your backside as you feel your juices drip down your thigh, sticking to his stomach.

Your head drops into the mattress.

“Pretty girl, we're far from done with you,” Eren’s purring into your ear, “dont give up now, we haven't gotten to the best part.”

The pad of Jean’s thumb is pressing against the rim of your tight, pretty virgin ass, “you can trust us, we haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

Nodding, this was only the beginning of a very- very long night. One of many, actually.

#i love jean and and eren pls #jean kirstein #jean kirstein smut #eren jeager smut #eren jaeger #eren yeager #jean x reader #eren x reader #eren x reader x jean #lemon #attack on titan eren yeager #attack on titan jean #aot #aot smut

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suspect - richie tozier

↳ based on a headcanon that me and @violetblvd came up with because we have big brains :)

↳ content warnings - swearing, brief depictions of depression, aged up losers, mostly just fluff though

↳ 2.6k word count

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“are you okay? you weren’t at the clubhouse earlier, i missed you.” y/n could practically hear richie’s pout through the phone as he spoke. he always spoke in the same almost-whining tone whenever he pouted. it was adorable, really.

it wasn’t often that she skipped out on spending time with the losers. most of the time they were the reason she left the house, aside from school. they were found family and she spent as much time with them as possible. and richie, she could barely ever resist time with him. they had been dating for well over a year, and basically spent every day together. and most nights, when richie snuck in through her window.

though y/n had been feeling off recently. she had times when she’d distance herself from others, not because anything had happened, but because she just felt down and unhappy. and over the past few days she’d been feeling worse and worse. really, she knew that even if she just saw richie it would make her feel so much better. but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the house unless she had to. it just seemed like too much effort that she didn’t have the energy for.

“sorry, i meant to call and say i wasn’t going. i didn’t really feel like it today.” y/n responded, and leaned back against the wall beside the phone.

“are you okay?” richie repeated, and she could hear the worry in his tone.

“i’m okay, rich, i promise. i just needed some time alone today.” she said softly, twisting the phone cord between her fingers as she spoke.

“alright, but you know you can call if you need anything right?”

“i know,” she smiled softly at his thoughtfulness. “i’ll call if i need you, I promise.”

“alrighty. i gotta go, stan is glaring at me to get off of his phone,” richie snickered and she could then briefly hear stan complaining in the background. “i love you.”

“i love you too, rich.”

once she had hung up the phone y/n sighed, frowning a little. she knew that richie could tell that something was up. he was the only person she saw when she felt like that, and he could easily tell the difference in her behaviour. on days when he’d see her feeling down he would be sweeter and more gentle. richie would run her a bath and wash her hair or order her food (he tried cooking for her once but almost set fire to her kitchen), or he’d just lay with her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her. she really appreciated how much he cared for her, especially when she needed him the most. the thought of how much he cared for her made her want to see him more and she frowned, knowing that she’d have to wait until tomorrow.

y/n found herself back upstairs in her bedroom after she had something to eat. it was nearing seven in the evening, though despite the time she decided to just try and sleep in the hopes of feeling better when she woke up. she stripped off her clothes and pulled on one of richie’s many t-shirts that she kept at her house. originally he had brought them there in case he ever wanted to stay the night to wear something else in the morning, but most of the time she wore his clothes for bed. when richie first noticed her wearing his clothes he seemed pretty fond of it himself, which only encouraged her to do it more.

the weather had started warming up recently so y/n kept her window open as she climbed underneath the covers of her bed with a sigh and settled herself against the pillow, attempting to get comfortable. she just started drifting off to sleep half an hour later when she heard a tap at her window.

y/n scrunched her eycbrows together a little, at first thinking maybe she’d just made the noise up in her sleepy state. like when you think you’re falling right as you start going to sleep. though at the next tap, which was considerably louder than the first, she rolled over to see what it was and was met with doe eyes and a goofy grin. of course.

his grin grew as he reached his hand out to pull her window all the way open so he could climb into her bedroom. y/n couldn’t hold back a quiet giggle as he did a stupid somersault across her windowsill which caused him to land on her floor with a thump, and narrowly missed whacking his head on her bookshelf.

“rich,” she giggled, as she propped herself half-up on her elbow. “what’re you-“

“crrch,” he cut her off by mimicking the static sound of a walkie talkie, not rising from the floor. “i have snuck into the suspects bedroom, i repeat i’m in, crrch.” he held his hand up to his mouth like he was actually holding a walkie talkie, and with his free hand he slipped his backpack off of the one shoulder he had it slung over. it landed on the floor beside him before he started slowly moving across her bedroom floor, like he was making a very poor attempt at not being seen by her.

“crrch, suspect has a very pretty bedroom, safe to assume she’s also very pretty, crrch.” y/n giggled quietly as she leaned up a little to see him.

as she laughed he almost theatrically whipped his head up to see her and his eyes widened, feigning shock as he stood up so quickly that he almost lost his balance altogether. she could see in his eyes that he wanted to laugh. he always wore the same exact expression when he was truly entertained; to be honest she was surprised he hadn’t burst into laughter yet.

“crrch she’s seen me! oh god i’ve been caught!” she started laughing as he shouted, holding his free hand out with his fingers out like a gun. “crrch oh god! she’s so adorable it hurts! she’s giggling! oh she’s so pretty!” he gasped and she held her own hand out like a gun as he did. “fuck she’s armed! she has a gun crrch!” y/n laughed as he groaned dramatically, his hand flying to cover his chest as he attempted a poor act of being hurt. “i’ve been shot!”

richie dramatically stumbled over towards her bed where he finally toppled over right on top of her and fell with his back against her stomach, groaning again with his hand still clutching his chest.

“i have a wife and kids and you shot me-“ he started shouting dramatically before she clasped her hand over his mouth to get him to shut up, still laughing herself.

“you’re gonna make my parents hear you asshole.” she giggled, and sat up to see him better which left him laying across her thighs instead.

“hey, you’re the one that shot me,” he mumbled underneath her hand, and when she removed it he was grinning despite still trying to feign hurt. “you’re lethal.”

“do you want me to kiss it better, richie?” y/n raised her eyebrows, amused.

“oh please my darling that would be delightful!” he grinned up at her as he spoke in his terrible british accent, and she laughed again as she looked down at him.

“okay,” she giggled. “where are you hurt?”

“right here.” he smirked up at her as he pointed to his lips.

“in the mouth?”

“yeah, you’re really violent.” he snickered.

“if i shot you in the mouth why were you holding your chest-“

“oh just shut up and kiss me.” richie complained and y/n giggled as she leaned down towards him, smiling against his lips as they met. she felt his hand lift to rest on her cheek and his touch felt warm against her skin. she practically melted into him with a quiet sigh against his mouth. y/n seriously underestimated how much she needed to be with him earlier.

when she leaned away from him he was grinning up at her still, and his hand was no longer resting over his chest.

“all better?” she teased, and lifted her hand to reach down and ruffled his mop of curly black hair.

“yep, good as new toots. you should be a nurse,” richie leaned up to leave another kiss against her lips before he sat up completely so he was no longer laying across her. “now that i’m all better, i guess i have to finish what i came here to do.” he sighed dramatically, though he had his up to no good smirk on as he turned to face her.

“kill me? rich i don’t-“ y/n started, though cut herself off with a laugh when he turned and slipped his hands under her shirt to tickle his fingers across her ribs.

as she started to squirm away from him he moved to kneel over her, and as his knees bracketed her thighs she couldn’t go anywhere. asshole.

“richie-“ she gasped through her laughter, her attempts at pushing his hands away doing nothing. “okay okay you got me! you got me!” she laughed, and still kicked her legs even though it did nothing with where he was sat over her.

richie was grinning down at her, wearing his smug look that made her want to either smack him or kiss him, depending on what he was doing. after another moment of y/n’s attempted complaints through her laughter richie moved his hands from her sides, and instead held her hands down against her pillows as she giggled with the ghosting of his tickles.

“you’re an asshole,” y/n giggled, her face flushed red as she looked up at him. she felt his fingers interlock with hers as he pushed hers down against her pillow and she squeezed his gently, despite still lifting her leg to knee him in the back. “that was mean.” she pouted, poorly holding back her smile.

“i just wanted to make my best girl laugh,” he sighed dramatically. from where he was kneeling above her his hair had fallen in front of his eyes, curly black strands laying across his forehead in a way that made him look so pretty. richie was hot, everybody knew richie was hot, richie knew richie was hot. so usually if she complimented him it didn’t seem to phase him. though whenever she called him pretty he’d go a little pink, almost bashful. it made her always want to call him pretty. “plus i missed you today, i needed to make up for not annoying you earlier. i took it out on stan instead, i think he even grew some grey hairs.” he snickered.

y/n rolled her eyes, though found herself smiling softly again when richie had leaned down to kiss her. his hands squeezed hers, still pressed up into the pillow, and she felt him smile against her lips that time. he pulled away only for a moment, his eyes meeting hers as he smiled, before he leaned back in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. and then to her other cheek. and then her nose. he was relentless, pressing kisses all over her face until she had scrunched up her nose and giggled, shaking her head to get him to stop when his hair started tickling her face.

“you’re so pretty.” richie smiled down at her when he leaned back again, and y/n flushed pink as he left a more gentle kiss to her lips before he pulled back, and let her hands go as he sat up properly.

“you’re not so bad yourself.” she mumbled, and giggled as he poked her sides.

“is this mine?” richie tugged on the shirt she was wearing, and his hand smoothed it out across her stomach to see whatever pattern was printed over the front of it. “i’m flattered that you find my fashion sense so inspiring, sweets.”

“if you leave your stuff here i’m going to wear it.” she pointed out, and he chuckled against her lips with the next kiss he gave her.

“hey, i brought you some stuff.” like a lightbulb switched on in his head to remind him why he was there, y/n watched as he jumped off of her and went over towards his backpack on the floor. richie lifted it up and sat it on the bed in front of her, and after fishing around in it for a moment (richie had tons of junk and trash in his backpack since he could never clear it out) he pulled out two cans of coke, a chocolate bar, and some trampled flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones her mother grew in their front garden.

deciding not to comment on the flowers, y/n smiled softly as she looked up at richie and sat up properly. “rich you didn’t have to get me anything.” she said softly, and reached out to take his hand.

“i know, i just wanted to get you something since you seemed a little down on the phone.” richie smiled softly as he gently squeezed her hand.

he probably knew that she felt more than just a little down, and he probably knew exactly how she was feeling as he’d witnessed it before. but y/n appreciated his thoughtfulness nonetheless. she appreciated that he didn’t make a big fuss of it like some other people would, and was just there for her instead.

leaning over the pile of things on her bed y/n let go of his hand to wrap her arms around his middle, murmuring a “thank you“ before she kissed his cheek. his arms wrapped tightly back around her, and y/n almost relaxed completely when she felt his lips press a kiss to her temple. soft moments like that where richie didn’t feel the need to be loud and brash meant so much to her. it was lovely to be with him in such a soft and vulnerable way. she got to see a side of him that nobody else did.

once they had moved the gifts from richie onto her bedside table and his backpack returned to its place on the floor, richie slipped his shoes off and got into the bed beside her with y/n tucked against his side. one of his hands were on her back underneath the shirt as his fingers traced delicate patterns across her back, and his other was clasped with one of hers resting on his stomach. y/n had her eyes closed with her ear to his chest, and as she listened to his heartbeat she could’ve sworn that everything was perfect for one shining moment.

“thank you.” she whispered after a moment, and squeezed his hand lightly with his own.

“it’s no problem, angel. i just thought you’d appreciate some chocolate-“

“no, not for that,” she shook her head as she smiled softly. “for making me feel better.”

richie didn’t say anything in response at first, and instead she felt his lips press a lingering kiss to the top of her head. she smiled softly, growing more tired the more relaxed he got her.

“all in a days work.” he mumbled along with another kiss and she smiled briefly, though was on the verge of falling asleep. completely relaxed in richie’s arms, she drifted off with a smile on her face feeling the best that she had in a week.

#amber’s writing #richie tozier #richie tozier x you #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier fanfiction #richie tozier fluff #richie tozier imagine #it fanfiction #it fic #it chapter one #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #it chapter two

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