#short blurb for fun

[roguelov]

A little spicy scenario for Miguel O’Hara

In his office, you were riding his thigh as he worked - or he tried to act like it. A poor attempt given he had been staring at the same screen since you started.

“Come on, Miguel,” you groaned. You had been feeling needy all day, and after your mission, you needed a way to relax. “A quickie before anyone knows.”

“I said later,” he huffed, typing away at screens and looking over reports.

Later.

You huffed, crossing your arms. Now, what? You luckily did not have to dwell long before an idea struck. One to satisfy yourself, and get underneath his skin. A win win.

You quickly straddled his lap, completely unbothered by his minor protests. “If you won’t then I will.”

Those were the last thing either of you said before you started. His jaw tensed, teeth grinded, as he listened to you, to your heavy panting. He relented somewhat. One of his hands gripped your hip - his talons gently poked at you - as he very softly guided you. Your forehead rested into his shoulder, as you whined so closely to his ear.

God, how could he focus now?

Your soft moans and cries, your panting, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your obvious attempt to finish as you sped up but can’t quite get there, it all riled him up. It all went straight through him. The bulge in suit becoming more and more apparent with every agonizing second.

Fine.

He clenched his thigh.

You immediately whined, “Miguel.”

He instantly turned his head, burying his face into your neck. His hot breath made you shiver. His lips brushed over your skin, and began to place sloppy kisses up and down. Both hands now grabbed your hips as you continued to rock. He quickly yanked you harshly picking up your own pace. “I know, I know,” he whispered. “Let me help.”

[powerfultenderness]

Hello there author! I know you're taking your time writing the chapter 2 but may we have Neighbor!König visiting y/n to her office, where könig drop off her things or she kinda forgot her lunch something. Thank you for the hard work you put into your fic! WE LOVE IT!

Ahh, i'm sorry! I guess I needed a little time off from writing, but I'm back! And thank you very much!

Lol idk what Reader does for a living, but it sounds nice! I hope you like it!

(Rated T+)

It wasn’t until an hour after your shift started that you realized you’d forgotten your lunch in König’s truck, and it was only because he texted you. You sighed and shot off a quick response, telling him not to worry about it. You can just walk across the street to one of the fast food joints and grab lunch there. You thought nothing more of it and got back to work. 

And you would have continued to think nothing more of it until you saw more than one security guard making their way to the front. Odd. You glanced at the clock, it was still a few minutes before your lunch break, and thus a few minutes before you could be nosy and check out what was going on. Well, at least that's what you thought just before your desk phone rang. 

“There’s a man here for you,”  the receptionist sounded a bit anxious. “I’ve got security keeping him in the lobby, but he’s insisting that he see you.” 

Oh! No! 

“Let me guess, big guy, like, absurdly big. With a scary looking mask?”

“Yea. Should I call the police?”

“Oh please don’t! He’s…harmless.” 

“Are you su-”

“I’ll be down in a sec!” 

Ok, you weren’t entirely sure he was harmless. He had told you stories of his time fighting in war zone conflicts, and though he never said it outright, you’re pretty sure he has a kill count that’s higher than one. But in this particular scenario, just visiting your office, as long as no one tried to fight him, you’re almost certain he wouldn’t do anything. (The thought never crossed your mind that the only other situation in which he’d react violently is if you were threatened in any manner). 

By the time you reached the lobby, there were three security guards standing a few feet from König. Two of them were very clearly nervous. They’re not at all in any kind of shape, one of them is on the elderly side and the other on the pudgy side. The one young man that is in any kind of fighting shape honestly looks so small compared to König. 

“Oh, you can let him through, he’s with me!” You spoke up in a loud, clear, and forcibly cheerful voice. 

You were glad for the time it took to get to the lobby, it’d given you just enough time to think of what to say to security. You weren’t entirely sure on where you stood in relation to König. What were you supposed to refer to him as? At this point he was more than just your neighbor. You could say he was your friend, but somehow that didn’t feel like enough either. Yet to call him your boyfriend or partner felt like a stretch. (He was just a really nice neighbor, who was also a good friend, who you maybe sometimes had a little bit of a crush on). So, for now, he was just “with you”. 

König was used to having his orders followed. It had been years since he had been denied access to anything and these small men that pretended like they could stop him, all while shaking in their boots, were beginning to…annoy him. Just when he was about to push past them, he heard your voice declare that he was with you. 

It was you who slipped past security as you lightly ran up to him. “König!” You smiled and, much to his surprise, pulled him into a quick hug. 

Just like that he forgot about the way dealing with these civilians that worked with you had made his anxiety flare, how he wanted something to fight, to put his physical energy into. It all melted away as his world shrunk to just you. Your body flush against his for a single moment, the soft touch of your hands on his back. He was so tempted to lift his hood and bury his face into the crook of your neck, to inhale the intoxicating aroma that haunted his dreams. He almost whined when you pulled out of the hug, one of your hands moving to the bag that he was carrying. 

"I thought I told you not to worry about it?" 

Before he could stutter out some excuse, you turned around, to the little audience in the lobby, and he had the urge to pull you behind him, to shield you from their eyes. They didn't deserve to look upon you, and certainly didn't deserve your attention. 

Perhaps you thought this too (not quite) since you turned back to him and motioned back to the entrance. "Let's go sit outside, it's nice out." 

He would follow you anywhere, especially when you looped your arms around one of his like that. You led him to a side patio, where a couple of picnic tables and benches were set up under comfortable shade. There were already other people seated in the area, but one look at him and they returned to their business, better to ignore the frightful stranger than to antagonize him. 

You chose a picnic table furthest away from others and took your bag that he had still been carrying and set it down. "Do you have to leave right away?" 

“No.” He shook his head as you sat down on the bench facing outwards.

“Good, then, want to join me for lunch?” 

He sat down next to you, glad that he didn’t have to try to squeeze his legs under the table and probably bang up his knees in the process. He realized, a soft smile pulling at his lips, as you turned to start digging through your bag that that was probably the reason you sat this way, for his comfort. 

He shook his head when you offered a share of your food. "I don't want you to get hungry later." 

"Please, you've seen me buy car snacks, you really think I don't also have desk snacks? I would be just fine even if you hadn't brought my lunch, which, thank you, by the way. This is really nice of you." When was the last time someone had been so thoughtful? 

"You're like a squirrel." He laughed as he accepted the offered food.

"Psh." You playfully rolled your eyes and softly bumped your shoulder into his arm. "If I'm a squirrel, what does that make you?" 

He was silent for a moment, head slightly tilted to the side, before he looked at you, eyes crinkled under his hood in a way that you’d come to recognize as a smile. "A dog." 

"A dog?...But dogs are always chasing squirrels!” You then gasped dramatically, "don't tell me you want to eat me!" 

König fought down the sudden surge of heat brought on by the memory of a dream. It made his responding laugh a bit too loud, a bit too awkward and forced him to attempt to cover it up. By growling and leaning down quickly to nip at your shoulder. 

"Ah!!" You half shrieked and half laughed as you leaned away from him just enough to get out of his silly attempt at biting you through the hood that covered his face. "Stop!" You finally managed through giggles. 

He pulled away with another playful growl and snapped his teeth at you twice. "One day I will catch you, Squirrel." 

"Yea? Then what?" You laughed again. 

He was quiet for just a second too long, eyes boring into you a bit too intensely. He even dropped the playful tone in his voice, now deeper and rougher than you were used to hearing. "I'll eat you." 

It’s a good thing that you weren’t eating or drinking anything at that exact moment or you would have choked at the way it sounded! He certainly couldn’t have meant it like that! You chuckled and looked away from him, hoping he could not tell that your thoughts were less than appropriate. 

Finished with the main part of your lunch, you opened the packed snack cake and portioned it in half, once again intending to share with König, but he shook his head. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t like this particular snack, not that he’d ever go out of his way to buy the like either, it’s just that he knew it was your favorite. Though, you must have sensed that, as you narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him.

You portioned an even smaller piece, “not even a little taste?” And held the piece of confection up at level where you assumed his mouth was.

König froze, if you were offering to feed him…

You reached for the edge of his hood and pulled it forward, giving you room to slip your other hand under it without revealing his face. The backs of your fingers lightly ghosted across his chin until you held the treat near enough to his mouth. Though he remained stock still, eyes never leaving yours, his lips wrapped around the offered treat and his tongue barely brushing against your fingers. 

It was hardly a bite, and his lips and tongue had hardly touched your fingers for half a second. You smiled, hot in the face, and pulled your hand back, “good?” 

He hummed and nodded. “Very good. Sweet.” 

As if your face wasn’t burning enough! 

You looked down at your portion of the sweet treat to realize there was a dab of cream on your finger still. You glanced back at him, not completely titling your head back up, casting your eyes in a coquettish shadow, and licked your finger. “Good.” 

König quietly grunted, one of his hands landing on your knee as he leaned in a little closer to you. He didn’t know why. He just needed to be closer to you, needed to feel you. 

Your breath hitched but you pretended not to be affected by his touch as you quickly finished off your lunch while his fingers fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. You then grabbed his hand, gently squeezing before you pushed it off your knee. “Unfortunately, I am not a general that can dictate my own break times.” 

“What?” 

You cleaned up what trash was left from your lunch and tossed it in a nearby bin. “My lunch is just about up.” Sure enough, an alarm on your phone sounded just as you returned to the table.

König frowned, it felt like he just arrived! How could your lunch be up already? “Oh, let me.” He stood up and grabbed the bag you had stored your lunch in. An excuse to visit you later.

“Thanks.” You started to walk back to the office, him right beside you again. “And thanks again for stopping by. Can you still pick me up after work?” “Yes. Five?” “Yep!” 

König is practically walking on air after lunch, though eager for the end of the day. He couldn’t wait to see you again. 

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Not Your Girl [Emily x Reader]

Photo credits: Left and Right (@sugarcoatedvein) Center (@lilacprentiss)

Prompt: When the Non-BAU!reader has something big to tell Emily, they pick the worst way to tell her. 

Pairing: Emily x nonbinary!reader. The reader is AFAB and uses they/them pronouns for most of the story. 

Category: fluff/comfort 

Word Count: 2.9K

Content Warnings: Mentions of bad gym culture, mention of fitness and exercise, a slightly fatphobic comment [directed at Penelope by a gym bro], breakups, light drinking, and swearing. If I missed any, please let me know. 

A/N: Just some fluffy reader coming out to Emily as nonbinary and them reflecting about the course of their relationship. This is another @imagining-in-the-margins post based on the fabulous January and February writing challenge. This one is from her dialog prompts: “I love every iteration of you.” I just know Emily would support you no matter what. I am glad this isn’t a novel. I love my longer work, but this was a nice change. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you do enjoy this, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you have a great end of your week. Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

_y/n_ = your name

_l/n_ = your last name

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color

_y/d/h_ = your dominant hand 

_y/j_ = your job 

_y/f/s_ = your favorite show

“Emily, I don’t think I can be your girl anymore.” The look on Prentiss’s face told _y/n_ instantly that they’d phrased that wrong. With Emily being such a chronic overthinker, it was a poor choice of phrase. _y/n_ saw the look of insecurity and maybe sadness play out on Em’s face, and before _y/n_ could say anything, Prentiss asked, “Are you breaking up with me, _y/n? I thought we were doing good/” _y/n_ shook their head no rapidly and said, “Em. I’m not saying that at all, just let me explain.” Em sat back in her kitchen chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and said, “Please do,” _y/n_ took a deep breath. They knew Emily loved them. Had loved them for nearly a year, and the reactions _y/n_ was getting made sense given Emily’s past of being dumped just when a relationship seemed to be working out. However, the defensive wall _y/n_’s partner had so easily thrown up after months of breaking them down now had _y/n_ concerned. What if Emily wouldn’t love them like this? Emily’s hyper-focus on details and consistency was rubbing off on _y/n_and made them question whether or not to share the truth. But in a second, their whole relationship up till that point flashed before _y/n_’s eyes. It had started in the gym. 

It was all thanks to Penelope, who had made a New Year's resolution to move more. Nothing more than that. No weight loss goals, no need for a summer body, just a desire to move because it felt good. Emily was happy to help Garcia out because she had made a bet with Derek in October about the upcoming FBI fitness test in March. Prentiss had overheard Morgan telling another male agent, who was overconfident and under-muscled for the claims he was making, that he was going to beat all of his personal bests in the fitness test. Emily scoffed and said, “Really Derek. You say that every year.” Morgan looked over to Em and replied with a teasing tone, “And I mean it every year. You wanna make a bet on it?” Prentiss knew this was all in good fun, and said, “You’re on. What are the terms?” Derek steepled his hands and replied, “If I don’t get personal best’s next exam, then you can set me up on a blind date. But, the same goes for you. You’ve got to beat all of your personal records, and if you don’t, then I set you up on a blind date.” Emily smiled because this was the exact kind of shenanigans they got into when she was more relaxed between cases. It gave both her and Morgan something to think about outside of work. Prentiss stuck out her, and Derek took it  while saying, “You’re on.” So, when Penelope talked about wanting to move more, Emily recommended the Zumba class she took on Saturday evenings. Penelope was hesitant at first, but when Em described it as “angry dancing,” Garcia got on board quickly. 

Emily hadn’t believed in Zumba either, that was until her pilates class got canceled one day. Zumba was the only class on offer and despite her hesitations, Prentiss went. Prentiss was so happy that she did because the class turned out to be very relaxing and a good workout at the same time. It didn’t hurt that the person next to her was very cute in their _y/f/c_ crop top and long socks. Prentiss started coming back to Zumba more and more, and the young woman was always there just vibing with the music no matter what was going on. Their positivity was infectious. When Penelope joined the class for a session a week later, Emily and the tech genius had a great time. So good a time that they agreed to go to drinks after because what was the point of working out if you couldn’t have some fun as a reward? As the duo passed by the weight room, one of the gym bros waiting for a squat rack to open up looked over at Emily and said, “Hey babe, wanna come over here and spot me? And maybe you should tell Blondie to come back sometime. She might fit in here.” Emily was so mad that the man had commented about her friend, who was happy and healthy, that she just froze. The man laughed at Penelope’s hurt face, but a voice from behind Emily and Garcia wiped the smile off his face real quick as _y/n_ said, “Hey, asshole. Let me tell you something. Muscles don’t fucking mean anything if there’s not a heart underneath all of them. So keep pumping iron, but consider getting a brain and some self-awareness before commenting on someone you don’t know and is a hell of a lot braver than you because she showed up despite having to deal with dickheads like you.” At _y/n_’s comments, both Emily and Penelope looked at _y/n_ with wide, impressed eyes. Emily knew _y/n_ immediately. It was the woman she had been secretly admiring for a month now. The woman’s beauty was amplified as she demonstrated not only energy, but didn't tolerate bad behavior, and standing up for someone she didn’t know. When the guy at the rack moved toward them, particularly toward _y/n_ with a frown on his face. Emily stepped in front of _y/n_ and said with all the authority of an FBI profiler, “Sit down.” The man hesitated. Finally, he moved back to where he was with his head down, muttering under his breath. 

While Em was using her scary dog privileges, _y/n_ pulled Penelope toward the stairs saying, “Don’t listen to that douch bag. You were great in class.” Garcia smiled and said, “Thanks. That was nice of you to say. I’m Penelope Garcia, by the way.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “I’m _y/n_, _l/n_. Nice to meet you, Penelope.” As they started talking, Emily joined them, and Garcia introduced _y/n_ to Prentiss. Pen asked _y/n_ if she wanted to join them for drinks. _y/n_ who hadn’t made many friends since moving to D.C., agreed. As _y/n_ and changed in the dressing room, _y/n_ couldn’t help but look at Emily and admire her strength. _y/n_ had been looking at Emily since she’d joined the class. Unfortunately, _y/n_ was terrible with flirting and asking people out, so the admiration had been one-sided. At least she thought it had been. At the bar, the trio’s conversation was natural and easy. More than that, Penelope could see how Emily was looking at and talking to _y/n_ like she was the most important thing there. When _y/n_ had gone to the restroom, Garcia had said, “Emily if you don’t ask her out at the end of this get-together, I’m going to scream.” Prentiss retorted, “Pen, I just know her from the gym and this meeting. Don’t you think that’s moving a little fast?” Garcia smiled, now knowing for sure that Emily liked _y/n_. The tech replied, “Emily's life is short, if she says no, then you can move your pining elsewhere.” Garcia took a long sip of her Cosmo before adding on, “ By the way _y/n_ was giving you the same big doe eyes you were giving her, so…” And that was how _y/n_ had been asked out on a date by Emily. 

The first date was at a local farmers market. _y/n_ and Emily strolled the stalls, got lemonade, and sat in the shade as a local band played in the background. They talked about their hobbies and dating preferences. That was there _y/n_ had learned that Em was mostly dating women at this point in her life. And Prentiss had learned that _y/n_ was new to dating women. They’d said, “I’m just trying to figure everything out. I hope that doesn’t sound dismissive. I just want to be honest, when it comes to dating, sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing, But if you’re willing to put up with me, I’d enjoy figuring it out with you.” Emily had agreed, and they went on a second and third date. Over time _y/n_ learned about the team and why Emily could be so serious sometimes and more relaxed when she was not on a case. 

One night at _y/n_’s house, while cooking dinner, _y/n_ admitted, “You know, I didn’t realize that dating and being interested in women was an option until way later in my life. I feel like I spent years looking for the perfect person and love at first sight, but I wasn’t ever looking in the right place.” Em nodded as she stirred the pasta in with the sauce; she replied, “I get it. Being sheltered does things to you that other people might not understand. It was such a relief to me when I figured out I could just like both. And it was more of a relief when I realized that dating doesn’t have to end in disappointment.” _y/n_ wrapped their arms around Emily’s waist and kissed the agent’s neck saying, “I’m happy too, Emily.” _y/n_ had heard Prentiss lightly reference her hesitation about dating a few times, and _y/n_ wondered if there was more to the story. _y/n_ felt that it was far enough in their relationship and asked, “Em, would you tell me what happened? Why you were so averse to dating when we met?” Prentiss turned to _y/n_ and sighed before saying, “I guess I owe you an explanation about why I seemed too hot and cold and the beginning there.” Em turned off the heat on the stove and led _y/n_ to the table. Once they sat across from each other, Emily said, “I was in a committed relationship for a year last year. I thought everything was perfect. The girl, my life, work. I thought I’d finally figured it out. I was going to propose. And then a case happened. A bad one. I got hurt. I called my then-partner, and she was hysterical. I tried to make her feel better, but she wouldn’t listen to me. She was so attached that the idea of me being hurt, of me dying on the job pushed her away. When I got home, she was gone. She took all of her stuff. It was like she never existed. I tried to call her, but she never responded. And the thing is, I get it. Anything could happen. Not everyone can deal with those odds. I don’t blame her.” _y/n_ listened and felt sorry for Emily to have been abandoned like that. _y/n_ said, “You might have understood her reasoning, but she might have told you goodbye or explained. I’m sorry you went through that, Em. Just letting you know, I don’t plan on going anywhere.” Prentiss smiled and said, “Thanks _y/n_. Do you mean that even if I can’t cook?” _y/n_ tipped her head to the side and Emily, who was facing the stove said, “Because I turned off the wrong burner and that pasta is definitely burning.” Just as _y/n_ looked back at the smoking pan on the stove, the fire alarm went off. After _y/n_ and Emily handled the situation with the crispy food, they both laughed long and hard. Em took _y/n_ out to dinner instead, and that was where they’d made their relationship official. They moved on slowly, and to _y/n_’s words, she stuck with Em through the highs and lows. And Emily did the same for _y/n_. Weathering life together, they realized, was much more enjoyable than being alone. Even in the hard times and arguments. And this reassurance made _y/n_ feel strong enough to tell Em the whole truth. 

All of the care and love that they had shared. All the late nights and early mornings. _y/n_ knew that that kind of love didn’t just go away because things changed. So _y/n_ took a deep breath and replied, “I can’t be your girl anymore because I think I’m… nonbinary.” The words hung there for a few seconds before Prentiss’s face changed from one of confusion to one of unbridled joy. Em put both of her hands across the table, and _y/n_ took them in hers. All Emily said was, “Really? For how long sweetheart?” Prentiss had noticed the subtle changes in _y/n_’s behavior and mannerisms. Of course, she had. But Emily didn’t want to read into things or press _y/n_ into talking about things she might not want to. _y/n_ took a breath and said, “Maybe a month or a little more. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but it finally clicked after we did that charity 5K with the team.” Prentiss nodded. That had been an interesting afternoon, but she didn’t realize how much it had meant to _y/n. _y/n_ looked at Emily’s face. Even though it was jubilant, _y/n_ had to make sure. Had to hear from Emily, and _y/n_ asked, “So you’re not upset? I know you prefer dating women, but I’m not that anymore I guess.” Emily pulled _y/n_’s hands to her mouth and kissed over both sets of _y/n_’s knuckles before saying, “Of course, I’m not upset, _y/n_. You’re telling me who you are. Who the real you is. That takes courage and reflection, and I love that about you. You never back down from a challenge or a hard thing. Even if that hard thing is understanding yourself.” _y/n_ wasn’t sure why Emily’s positive words were having such an effect on them, but _y/n_’s eyes teared up, and they had to pull _y/d/h_ out of Em’s to wipe them away with their shirt sleeve. _y/n_ laughed and said, “At least I’m still emotional as I’ve always been.” That had Prentiss laugh and say, “_y/n_. Just because you feel differently about your body or gender doesn’t mean you’re just going to change in an instant. If you feel like you need to make changes, then that will happen, but you’re still you. You’re still the person I love. I will always love.” Em took a breath, feeling emotional herself before she said, “I love every possible iteration of you.” _y/n_ sniffled and asked, “What did I ever do to deserve you, Em?” They were both beaming now, and Prentiss replied, “I could ask you the same thing, _y/n_. And you know we can play at compliments forever, but do you want to talk about this more? Or do you just want to be for a bit?” _y/n_ put their chin in their hand and said, “How about a bit of both? I feel like this could be a couch conversation. 

Couch conversations were when _y/n_ and Emily sat and talked about their days. Em would talk about the office drama or the latest case, while _y/n_ dove into the details of _y/j_ and what was happening there. The couch was a place for relaxed conversation with _y/f/s_ playing in the background while they talked and laughed or complained together. Big conversations happened at the table. It was an unspoken system between them. Given Emily’s hectic and stressful life, it worked for them. As _y/n_ looked at Emily’s hand and they moved to the couch, _y/n_ wondered why they’d started this conversation at the kitchen table. _y/n_ tossed this choice, the table or the couch bounced in their head like a ping-pong ball. It was a big deal. This kind of discovery was, and talking about it with Emily was even more important, but at the same time, realizing this new facet of themself just felt like them. It finally felt like them. Because _y/n_ wasn’t sure what to make of it, they asked Prentiss because _y/n_’s partner always had something understanding to say. Sometimes _y/n_ thought Emily knew them better than they knew themself. _y/n_ chalked it up to the profiling. Once they were both seated and the TV was on low, _y/n_ asked, “Did I make this too big a deal?” Emily turned her head to _y/n_ and moved her hand to _y/n_’s jaw, stroking down _y/n_’s face. Even though Em had never had the feelings _y/n_ had about their gender, she had felt unsure about her sexuality. She understood how it felt like everything and nothing at the same time. Prentiss said, “Not at all, _y/n_. It wasn’t too big or too small. It’s important to you in the big way, and in the small mundane life things, and I’m excited to explore all of those intricacies with you. The highs and the lows. I am so excited to be with you no matter what. No matter who you are.” At that moment, _y/n_ fully understood that Emily knew them. And feeling known right now made _y/n_ feel like the most real version of themself as they’d ever been.

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Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say / Marvel Short Fanfic 😒🙄

Note: I got inspired by a certain scene 🎬 and decided why not? 😂 If you know, you know!

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Pairing: Mia x Nikolai, Bella x Alice

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“Nikolai, my so called Prince Charming. Now I’m seeing you clearly.” She smirked with her arms around leaning against the wall across from him.

He smirked and sassed her back, “What do you see, princess?”

“A liar. A fraud. Somebody who has no business being out here on these streets.”

“I see a spoil little bitch who always runs away from her problems. Who always runs away!”

“I’m sorry? Are we talking about me or yourself with that one?”

“Oh! That’s how you wanna play, huh?”

The two of them rushed to the front of their separate cells to the face the other, glaring daggers at each other. There was a cell barrier between them to keep the pair away from each other but just close enough to reach out and touch one another if they wanted to. Just a few minutes ago, they were reaching out holding hands but the second the spell came, their fingers slipped from one another turning to face the walls instead.

“I can’t believe i had two other kids with you.” Nikolai said looking down at his wife as he scoffed.

“Maybe you didn’t, could be Katherine’s!” She remarked, shouting as she rose to her tippy toes.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!”

“Maybe those are her twins and you just convince me that they’re mine, cause the files shows you have a great track record convincing me to do shit!”

“Oh so everything is my fault?! I’m not the one to fluttered their goo goo eyes the day we met! Cause all signs point to you!”

“If that’s how marriage is, I’m glad you keep propositioning ours.” Alice muttered to Bella, as she glanced at her fiancé. She was under the cursed spell too, so she was just annoyed and tired trying to reach for anything that can get out of the handcuffs.

Bella rolled her eyes as she glanced up from looking at the babies, who were napping the whole time. Darlene and Margot were fast asleep without a care in the world. She envy her cousins right now for being asleep, hell she was thinking she should’ve went with Joshua and the others instead. Belladonna smiled at bit at the twins before turning her gaze to her fiancé.

“Are you serious?” She replied scoffing, “You’re just saying shit cause you’re under the spell.”

“No i mean it.” Alice added, playing with her handcuff, “I’m starting to think my new haircut wasn’t my only bad idea right now.”

“I told you not to get a color that made it look like the bi-flag threw up on you.”

“It looked good at the time! What do you know? You wear black, blue and red every single day.”

“Hilarious.”

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Mia and Nikolai kept bickering left and right, along with Bella shouting over Alice’s nonsense. She was ready to slap her fiancé across the face as she muttered to Alice to keep it down. However, Bella wasn’t going to lie, seeing her aunt and uncle fight was actually entertaining despite the circumstances that led them to this situation.

She snorted and snickered every few seconds at them, while trying to keep the peace.

“That’s ridiculous.” Nikolai exclaimed barking back a remark.

Mia leaned against the remark and looked at her husband, “At least one of us knows how to swaddle our kids correctly.”

“I swaddle them perfectly.”

“May I remind of the time you tried to comfort our son after he lost the girl as he thought he loved?”

“Samantha wasn’t Joshua’s true love, she never counted!”

“So you’re saying that you comfort our children wonderfully? You never had a good childhood to begin with…”

“You wanna start bringing out dirty laundry huh? You never knew who your father was period! He was really some slinging drunk hunter who couldn’t never get a clear shot at anything! And when he did come to your life, it was because of your royal highness was sitting all high and mighty. Someone here doesn’t really have the best track record with men in her life, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Mia just dropped her jaw listening to him and exhaling a scoff.

“Anything else?” She said after a moment of silence, gesturing at him.

“Yes.” He smirked, “Whose idea was it for you to befriend 7 dwarves and not end up with riches afterwards? We could’ve had a bigger castle!”

“You liked the castle we built already!”

“But we could’ve payed for larger designs!”

“Oh my gods! I married a drama queen..”

“After 3 kids, you finally figured that out? Someone’s slow…”

“Hey!”

Bella walked over, standing between them and held back a snicker. After a moment she spoke, “Okay, so I get it your pasts are uh, weird and stuff. But your Amelia and Nikolai! You’re in love. That has to stand for something, right?”

“Love?! Ha! The day I met him, he made me fall and cut my cheek with a damn rock.” Mia remarked with her arms crossed.

Nikolai smirked, “Ah yes! And you responded by hanging me up by a tree, what a real lady you are?!”

“I still have the scar!”

“I still have mine!”

Bella added, “But they healed! Those scars and challenges are reminders of your journey, Alice help me out here.”

Alice looked up from her spot in the room and scoffed, “Nope!”

“Alice!”

“Ughhh fine, lass, lovers come and go but scars last forever.”

“ALICE NOT HELPING!”

Bella sighed, “Someone slip us a couple poison apples and put us out of use our misery..” 

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In the mist of it all, sliding into the room was none other than Alexander. The couple paused to look at him, as if some of their anger and frustration washed away. Bella’s eyes widen and covered the babies with a blanket, to wanting them to wake up anytime soon.

Alice stopped what she was doing and gasped, “Is it Halloween?! A too early for that costume.”

Alexander scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You know I originally came here to kill Ethan and Cole, but why not start with the another set of nincompoops who started it all?!”

“Can we not do this today? I’m not in the mood.” Nikolai remarked leaning against the bars.

Mia agreed, “Yeah try tomorrow when we’re back to getting some real sleep.”

“Exactly. I need to still recover from last weeks fight.”

“I thought you iced your wounds last night?”

“I did but I forgot to take pills this morning to help with the aches.”

“Well you can also take the pills at night time too.”

“Not a bad idea. I’ll do that tomorrow.”

Alexander groaned and rolled his eyes, “SHUT UP! Even your domestic talks are annoying.”

“Jealous.” Mia muttered under her breath.

“You should really get yourself a girlfriend, Alex.” Nikolai added with a sly grin.

Bella nods in agreement, “He’s just a lonely evil guy. He needs to get out more.”

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Ok I would’ve made this long or I might do a part 2! Who knows! 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyways let me know what you think!

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[strawbubbysugar]

I just want to say that you're spoiling us with so many chapters that i haven't even caught up yet to have more longer reading time JWBDJDJCJDK

Also if you haven't drank wator, please do hydrate yourself and take care <333333 Hope you have a wonderful day and thamk you for the influx of chapters <3

:D You're welcome! Im glad youre enjoying it!!

[beigetiger]

Aight finished the little character ref for my main OC, Ray!

He’s an Abyss moth and he spends most of his time either in Wasteland or in Aviary. He’s pretty grumpy and tends to distrust other veteran kids, but his closest friend Shiela often drags him to events and social situations anyways. Ray was actually the person who raised Shiela, even though they aren’t much older than her, which is why he trusts her so much. The reason he raised Shiela was because he has a tendency to adopt and raise moths, since he trusts them more than he does experienced kids. The two of them are currently co-raising a young girl named Natalie.

[cult-of-wolves]

Fun Fact: The Astrild ball is held every Valentine’s Day ❣️Majority of city residents attend to socialize and catch up with neighbors.

The event is very popular among residents who are in their late-teens and early 20s because they want to be chosen by Cupid’s spirit 🏹💌

If chosen, a person will be “possessed” to confess their romantic love for someone!

[knightsofrayx]

Tag 9 People You Want To Know Better

I got tagged by the incredible @the-darkness-does-not-bargain and @daisychainsandbowties

Favorite color: Dark blue. It's a color that I find soothing in pretty much any scenario.

Currently reading: My marked for later list on AO3 🤪. But some books that I am looking forward to read are The Iron Widow; The Phoenix King; and A Ship of Bones and Teeth.

Last song: "Long Live" by Taylor Swift

Last series: Currently watching Ahsoka. Prior to that... I think I was rewatching some Pretty Little Liars, Law and Order SVU, and NCIS.

Last movie: well, I had to rewatch the 2008 Clone Wars after episode 5.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory. Though I do enjoy combinations of all three as well.

Currently working on: too many things

re-writing my Battle Scars wn au

chapter 2 of Canceling the Apocalypse in my WNxPacRim AU

also more installments in the Once More (unto the breach) series

my Powers and Promises star wars AU

a series of short fics inspired by various scenes in Ahsoka

a WNxPOTC AU

a WN-Xmen/mutant AU

a canon compliant WN series called I Believe in Nothing

a Star Wars/GOT/ASOIAF AU

a Star Wars Rebels era AU

an OUAT actor AU

an MCU AU

a GOT/ASOIAF Pretty Little Liars AU

[acerathia]

i hate when i get multiple brainrots.... like bestie, I just finished with dabi, wdym I should write gojo??? i barely remember the anime???

[vonlipvig]

more black mirror, metalhead time!

[simple-study-of-story]

“You wanna know something I've noticed about you?” Haeli leaned against the bars of Austra's cell. “You don't have much of a sense of self-preservation. Can you tell me why that is?” Austra was silent. “Do you even know why that is?” Haeli stared at her. “Come on, I'm trying to have a conversation with you.”

She glanced up at her and moved to a corner between the wall and bars, leaning back and closing her eyes. Haeli moved closer to her, sitting down as she heard Austra mumble something. “What was that?”

“… Your voice is loud.”

Haeli chuckled. “What, you want me to whisper?”

She shook her head slightly. “Am I safe here?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Austra didn’t respond for a while. “What happened to… to him?”

“Who?”

“The one who… the one leading the charge.”

“Uh… painfully golden full face mask of the sun?” Austra nodded slightly. “You’ll be happy to hear that we lost him; we weren’t able to capture him, so we expect your rescue within the coming days.”

She shook her head. “No. No… rescue.”

“A lot of people say they won’t be rescued, they’re too unimportant or whatever, but that’s almost always false.”

“No. I mean…” She glanced up at her, then back down, sighing. “Don't let them. Please…”

“What?”

“Don't let them take me back.”

Haeli was silent. She turned to get a better look at Austra. Her short blue hair was mixed with dirt and maybe some flakes of dried blood; it was hard to tell at the distance she was at. She tried hiding it, but Haeli could tell her hands were shaking, her whole body was shaking. It was hard to tell if she was scared or anxious because of the current situation or from a possible future scene. Her hands and arms were covered in faded scars, like shadows on her tanned skin. The veins under her skin stuck out as well, forming a spiderweb-like road map from her elbow to her fingertips. Her eyes seemed distant and blank, dully looking at the opposite corner of the room, and her face looked frail, her cheeks sunken.

Must be some sort of drug. If she were addicted, shouldn't she been trying to fight her way back to them? Haeli thought, then she shook her head. There's more I need to know before making assumptions, but she doesn't look to be in a talking mood. Surely no harm in trying though, right? “Your real name isn't Austra, is it?”

Austra hesitated. “N… no…”

“Can you tell me what your real name is?”

“… Can you tell me your real name?”

Haeli thought for a second. “Good point. How about this: we prevent your rescue - that is what you want, right? - and I tell you my name in exchange for yours. Does that seem fair?”

Austra was silent. Haeli could tell that she was confused. After all, she had offered her two gifts - her protection and Haeli's identity - for the price and exchange of her identity; she didn't even suggest that Austra tell her what other knowledge she knew about the Syndicate and their alliance with Scria. It was a very risky gamble.

“… You promise to stop them from rescuing me…?”

“Mhm.”

“Simply in exchange for my name?”

“Yep.”

Austra looked at her closely. Haeli could feel her eyes studying her. “Swear to Vier.”

Haeli hesitated and chose her words carefully: “On Vier's name and domain, I swear… to… keep you… safe… and away… from rescuers from Scria, including but not limited to the Burning Sun Syndicate, in exchange for your name.”

Haeli saw Austra's shoulder relax slightly. “May Vier hear those words and uphold you to your promise,” Haeli heard her sigh. She could hear the tension in her voice almost melt completely. Almost. A risky gamble, she reminded herself.

“So, your name?”

“Nova.” It sounded like it was the first time she felt her true name on her lips. “My name is Nova.”

“Very pretty name, Nova.” Haeli's voice softened with a smile. She could tell Nova rested all her hopes on the oath. “I'm curious to know how much you know about me before i reveal my identity.”

Nova thought for a bit, then responded, “With your mask on, you are Rose Gold, leader of The Roses of Adelphie.”

Haeli hummed in agreement. “Anything else you know?”

“Yes.” Nova paused. “I do believe I should hold you to your deal first.”

“Tell you my name first?” Nova nodded. “Hm… you did tell me yours first…” Haeli removed her mask and extended her hand through the bars. “Nice to meet you, Nova. My name is Haeli.”

[astralazuli]

I had to watch What The Bleep Do We Know in a meditation class in college & discovered while trying to write an addition to this post about it, that I still have A Lot of anger about the fact that that movie exists at all, much less that it is presented as a scientific documentary. To sum up: Meditation instructor, finishing talking about the section of the film we just watched: & so you see, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle shows that reality really is only what we think it is & that our thoughts are what creates how the world works.

Me, a physics major who did a unit on the uncertainty principle a couple of weeks ago, & who has been desperately trying not to rage quit a one credit meditation class that is responsible for keeping my health insurance: Wow, I do not think I can even begin to express how intensely incorrect that statement is. However, that very much is not going to stop me from trying to explain it to you in front of the entire class.

[luludeluluramblings]

tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:

damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.

reader: i am pregnant though

the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two

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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.

A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.

A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.

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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.

In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.

It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.

You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.

The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.

The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.

When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.

But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.

After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.

This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.

The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.

It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.

What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.

But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.

And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.

Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”

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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.

You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.

Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.

Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.

The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.

Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.

Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.

It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.

Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.

“Do you— um, want something else?”

It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.

“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.

It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.

“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.

You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”

Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”

The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.

“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.

“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.

As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.

When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.

Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.

"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."

"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"

And, just like that your mood shifts.

"No."

"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.

"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."

That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"

"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.

"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.

"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.

"He doesn't ignore you-"

"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."

Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.

"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."

"Really?! That's all I had to do?"

"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"

"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"

You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.

"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.

"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.

"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."

"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."

"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.

"Now, that's offenseive."

"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."

"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."

The banter between you both coming back with ease.

When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.

As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.

Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.

"You okay, Steph?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?

A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.

A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.

A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.

[curatoroffiction]

Lucifer realizes it fairly quickly. You’re the first person he’s ever had a pact with, and the rush is directly related to his sin. He keeps this little fact to himself, though, and gladly praises you when he feels you’ve earned it. He does, however, find himself more sure of himself when he praises you, the rush feels like the pride that you yourself feel in the moment. When you fight, he’ll begin complementing you because it makes him feel good about himself. Bonus points if it makes you forget why you were mad. Mammon, on the other hand, has no idea why he loves sitting with you while you’re online shopping. It doesn’t matter if it’s stuff he understands or not, but feeling that greed, that desire to get more money and FAST bubbling up inside of you, he feels that growing greed and can’t help but feel like he’s got all the answers for you. You want to buy an expensive hand-made booklet to keep your spellwork in? He’s right beside you feeding you get-rich-quick schemes that he’d be more than happy to help you with. Leviathan, similar to Mammon, loves being around you when you’re looking through online catalogues that you can’t afford. Especially if you’re on forums where other people have the thing you want and are gushing about how great it is. He’ll find himself coaxing you on how none of those people are as passionate as you are, pointing out the pictures they share where they’re either misusing the item or treating it poorly. When he feels full and energized, he’ll begin strategizing with you on how to get your hands on whatever it was you had your sights on. After all, envy is strongest with some occasional satisfaction. Satan loves being around you when you’re pissed. He’ll find himself drawn to you when you start getting irritated with one of his brothers, but he appreciates the quieter ways you show your anger. If he can tell that you’re pissed with someone, when they’ve exited earshot, he’ll murmur things like “Y’know.. I think they could use a good scare” and the bubbling of your joy at the idea of getting some vengeance fills him with delight. Feeding into your desire to get payback on people who upset or annoy you, he’s never felt so full. Asmodeus gets excited when you’re doing things that bring you temporary pleasure. Whether you’re feeding an addiction or focusing on just feeling good, the pleasure spreads to him. That first sip of caffeine in the morning that makes you sigh from pleasure? Asmodeus won’t ever let you go without it. Anything you do to make yourself feel good, Asmodeus finds a way to enable it, and he’ll be there to soak in the afterglow. After-exercise euphoria? He’s there with some water and a cold towel. A post of yours is doing well and you’re excited to read people’s responses? Asmo’s there to hype you up and tell you how amazing you are to add to it. The second something isn’t pleasureable, he’ll be quick to discourage it. He’ll be convinced it’s because he loves you so much, and it’s possible there’s some truth to that.. But it’s directly rooted in his own ability to feed off your pleasure. Beelzebub loves being around you when you’re at your most gluttonous, because he’s always got the answer. First thing in the morning, when you’re starving for some food? Breakfasts are great! Did you take a camping trip and now you’re home and craving hot meals? He’s gotchya covered. Did you see a candy that you love, but you’re a little too full already? He won’t tell anyone, and if you feel like you’ve gotta work out to keep up, he’d love being your partner in it. Any way you enjoy food, especially to excess, Beelzebub is right there handing you more. Belphegor likes to coax you into resting a lot. When you’re laying down, just not moving, not really doing much except maybe sleeping? He’s filled with enough energy that he almost can’t sleep. Almost. It’s the most alive he feels, and it always gives him the best dreams. School? Don’t worry about it, you can probably catch up. Hangout with some friends? Why not sleep instead. Everyone’s doing chores? He’ll try to help you escape to a place where you can just relax. No cleaning your room, no dusting the shelves, it’s time to rest and relax.

I like the idea of the Obey Me brothers feeding on MCs emotions in ways that relate to their sins

Like, if MC accomplishes something and is really proud and they show Lucifer, he’ll feed on their pride. He’ll get a rush of energy and will even be uncharacteristically praising to MC, not only be because he loves them but because he wants them to be proud of themself. And Lucifer, in turn, is proud of them.

Or if MC is really jealous that someone else has, say, a figurine they want. Leviathan will feed on that envy and get super hyped up as long as he’s around MC, determined to help them get that figure in any way he can, no matter how many long days or late nights it takes!

The brothers might not even realize they do it tbh. they may just think they pick up on MCs emotions simply because they care about them.

just a thought…