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[louiseolivier]

Fic Idea

Post 8x05

Bobby's acting strangely—not overtly, but just enough that everyone is side-eyeing each other. Buck decides to hang back after his shift one morning and catches Bobby still in his office. He asks him what's up, and Bobby admits that even though Gerrard is gone, that doesn't mean the budget cuts also went away. The good news is that with union pushback, instead of firing someone, they've agreed to rotating month-long furloughs, effective Nov 1st.

Buck immediately volunteers for A shift. He'll do Nov and Dec. Bobby says he can't let Buck sacrifice that much of his paycheck. Buck tells him he's got enough stocked away for a couple of months and that he wants to do this. It might even be good for him.

The first month is really good. Tommy works 48/96, so they get four full days off together and it's amazing. They had a mini vacation in Palm Springs where they went stargazing, hung out by the pool, and spent a day in Joshua Tree.

Buck gets in a lot of reading and knocks down his sizable tbr. He fills in as a sitter for Jee-Yun and enjoys the hell out of spending time with his niece (never mind her deep disappoint on the days Tommy isn't there too). He also gives himself a full day of doing nothing but scrolling his phone. He jumps from one Wikipedia article to another and explores exceedingly niche substacks.

And he still gets 118 time. At least once a week he goes in and cooks a filling lunch for them. He does it at the 217 too, where they sing his praises. He even spent two days being a firefighter when Chim came down with a cold. All in all his month off was pretty amazing, and he figures December would be a piece of cake. He's so sure that he tells Bobby he'll take January too.

Except it stops being a piece of cake. Two days in and he's already restless. It doesn't help when Tommy, Chim, and Eddie show up and tell him how they worked together for a rooftop rescue at Nakatomi Tower. Buck doesn't know the building and asks where it's located. The guys are dumbfounded. "Like, Die Hard, man," Eddie tells him. "Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs?" Tommy says hopefully. "Die Hard...Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker?" Chimney prods. "Oh, yeah," Buck says, having it all click together.

After that his aimlessness really takes hold. He keeps himself busy by feeding the 217 breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the days Tommy works. On his second day, one of Tommy's crew tells him, "You know, you should start taking orders. Make some money since they won't let you fight fires.

Buck's surprised at how fast the idea takes hold. He spends all four of his days with Tommy talking about it. He feels like he's vibrating out of his skin, and he falls just a little more in love with Tommy when he tells Buck that his idea is not only good, but that he knows a guy who can help make it happen.

Buck next goes to his team and explains his idea. He's going to open a sandwich service. Nearby fire stations will send in orders the day before, the sandwiches will be made the next morning, and delivered throughout the afternoon. Tommy has a friend who will rent out commercial kitchen space to him, and the employees will be fellow furloughed firefighters. They wouldn't be making the same pay, but they would be making something instead of draining out their savings like Buck. Eddie's all in, but Hen and Chim are a little more hesitant. Whether they come around or not, that's okay. Buck plans on starting small and thinks he can do it with three or four people, and he has multiple firehouses to pull from. But he knows his biggest hurdle is coming up with the start-up cash.

He toys with the idea of asking his parents for a loan. They were willing to fork over money for Chim and Maddie's down payment, and they swear up and down they want to make amends, so if Buck needs to use guilt to get a cut, he will. Before he can work up the nerve to ask, Tommy hands him a card and calls it an early Christmas present. Inside is a check for 10k. Buck's floored and misty eyed. He asks how and why and are you sure? Tommy pulls him in and tells Buck that he's sure. That he believes in Buck and wants to do whatever he can to help him succeed. Including making sandwiches.

And that's it. That's all I've got. Purged from the system.

[moonyor]

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 107 SXF MANGA ₊⊹

RIGHT i know i’m delusional but hear me out 😭😭

so, chapter 107 ends off with us finding out that lunaluna selena is actually melinda,

which i kinda thought it would be her so woohoo

ALSO on an unrelated note, a lot of people are saying stuff which makes melinda look really sus and although it doesn’t make much sense, i feel like she probably had to do some last minute work or something— she did organise the whole event (with her group), but something probably didn’t work out so maybe she had to fill in for someone??? i’m not sure, she did mention her being sleep deprived too, so maybe it was her being tired from organising the event and having to fill in? idk though 💯

okay back to what i was saying!!! so, skipping a few things, what if melinda does end up reading both yor and anyas palms? i imagine her saying something along the lines of “oh i’ll read your palms since that’s what you came here for!” and then explaining how her readings arent very accurate, but saying that she’d try to make it as accurate as possible since, well, it’s yor and anya

anya would DEFINITELY say “ME FIRST ME FIRST” and both melinda and yor would just go along with it 😭 (we love anya guys)

OKAY now hear me out, what if, for anya, melinda describes damian as her partner or whatever??? and loid as yors??? i’ll explain further 🗣️🗣️

both our girls go to see how compatible they are with their “soulmate” right?? and possibly to see who their significant other is too, so melinda tries to be accurate and gives descriptions of damian for anya and loid for yor ⁉️⁉️

i imagine the description for damian to be hilarious, saying how he can be pretty honest wellllll….. foul-mouthed? you get my drift. anya would be like “yikes why the hell is my man like that i don’t want that pls 😭💔” and then melinda saying how he’s truly soft deep down and how he’s really just a sweetheart #tsunderedamian

ALSO: anya could possibly read melinda’s mind and find out she’s referring to damian, but i don’t see this happening as in my eyes, melinda herself would not be aware of who the person she’s describing is, but she would know how they may look and certain personality traits of theirs!!!! i’m not sure though 😅

as for loid and yor, yor would be COMPLETELY oblivious while melinda is stating the obvious, kinda like the panel of yuri describing loid, it was in chapter 12 i believe?? anyway, yuri says something like “sure, maybe he’s tall, good looking, blonde” etc etc, i see melinda basically stating how he looks and how he overworks himself 😭😭😭 loid is an absolute workaholic but yor is too dumb (i’m sorry yor not in a bad way i love you) to realize that melinda is actually basically just stating everything about loid 😿😿

yor, loid and anya then meet up again after they leave the place and loid asks what happened blah blah blah, yor THEN literally says everything melinda told her and how that’s her partner and how they’re perfect for each other

they’re so cute together i’m actually crazy about them

ANYWAYS loid either is just as clueless as yor, and somewhat jealous that there’s someone else out there that’s PERFECT for yor (although he doesn’t recognise his jealousy and quickly dismisses it) OR he’s like “hey.. that kinda sounds like me??”

obviously he doesn’t say this out loud and he just thinks this in his head, but he does go on to explain how he’s happy there’s someone out there like that for yor (and he thinks that someone is him)!!!! i feel like his ego would get slightly boosted by the fact that yors other half is him, and obviously, he doesn’t say this directly and recognise it properly but he still does act somewhat giddy 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷

THATS IT FROM ME!!! this is my first post so i don’t think it’ll reach many people— i’m not really sure on how tumblr works lmao but i just needed to get my delusional thoughts out!!!!!

this would be cute but i’m expecting something a lot bigger than this and i don’t think there’s gonna be much romance at all, in fact i feel as if there’s gonna be a lot of action in the next few chapters and oh boy am i excited!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

if this did happen it probably wouldn’t be like how i’ve explained it, and it’d probably be like the calm before the storm 💔😭

oh well i guess we’ll find out in a month

[sarathrwizard]

7 Day Camp Stay. Day: 5

WIND AND RAIN DAY BABY!!

Yeah, the day was a little hectic, but I only got a bruise on my nose, it's fiiiiiinnneeee!

(Donnie = Me.)

Hope you enjoy day 5! (Under the cut.)

7 Day Camp Stay

Day: 5

Donnie blinked his eyes open. The wind seamed reasonable that morning. But the air felt heavy. Thick with humidity. Donnie was surprised to see he was the first one awake. He got out of the tent and headed over to the picnic table. There he ate some bread and had some cheese. He decided to have them separately this time.

Donnie took a look around. It was so quiet in the morning. Donnie grabbed a folding chair and took a seat. He spent a good amount of time just watching the trees sway in the gentle breeze.

Soon the others started waking up. Mikey was the first. Mikey crawled out of the tent, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, Angelo."

"Morning, Dee!"

Mikey walked over to the picnic table with a yawn, grabbed the soap, and walked over to the restrooms. Raph and Leo got out of bed around the same time.

"*yawn!* What time is it?"

"It is 10:48 A.M, gentlemen."

"Wow, swimming must have worn us out, huh Raph?"

Leo got up and walked over to Donnie. Leo looked over and watched the trees gently move with the breeze.

"The calm before the storm."

Leo commented.

"Pardon?"

"Forcast says thunderstorms this afternoon."

Donnie raised an eyebrow. How could such a beautiful day like this turn into a thunderstorm? He wasn't sure, but he was going to enjoy this while it lasted.

Sense it was so close to lunch time anyway, Raph, Leo and Mikey skipped having breakfast and jumped over to have lunch instead. When they finished, the wind started to pick up. Donnie looked over to see a dark horizon. That raised his concerns slightly.

Donnie was stuck on dish duty that day, and they had some dishes left over from the other night. Donnie rolled up his coat sleeves and got to work.

While he was washing the dishes he realized the plates were really greasy and the utensils were greasy and the cooking tools were greasy and EVERYTHING WAS SO GREASY! It kept killing his soapy water dish after dish! Nothing was cleaning off like it normally would. He didn't have hot water to combat the grease! His frustrations grew quickly. Raph walked over to find that Donnie was still doing dishes after 2 hours.

"Hey, Dee? arnt the dishes clean enough?"

Raph questioned. But to Donnie, it sounded like he was teasing him. Donnie was not having it.

"No! They are not clean!"

Donnie gripped the sides of the bucket. Raph came over and touched one of the dishes. It still had a thin layer of grease on it.

"Ooooh, yeah. How about Raph takes over while you do something else, okay?"

Donnie released the bucket and let Raph take the seat. Donnie went to the restrooms to wash his hands. Exiting the bathroom, he could definitely feel the wind blowing harder! He quickly made his way back to camp. When he returned, Mikey rushed over to him.

"Donnie! Something's wrong with your tent!"

Mikey said as he pointed towards it. Donnie looked over to find his tent half collapsed. Donnie walked passed Leo, who was chopping more wood, and went over to the tent to inspect it. Once he was closer, it was easy to find what was wrong. One of the tent polls snapped from the wind.

"Of course it would! OF COURSE IT WOULD!!"

Donnie growled. His teeth grinding unhealthily together.

"If it's not one thing, it's another!"

Donnie grumbled. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He could fix this. He's good at fixing things!

"Mikey, I need ducked tape, scissors, and a large metal stick."

Mikey ran off to get what Donnie requested. Donnie got down to prepare fixing the poll.

"Heads up!"

Mikey hollered. He tossed the tape and Donnie caught it. Then Mikey tossed the scissors but Donnie wasn't dumb enough to try and catch those. He dodged out of the way as they went flying past him.

"Mikey, Do not throw-"

But just when Donnie turned his head, a large metal rod hit him right on the bridge of his snout. Donnie quickly raised his hands to cover his nose.

"Oh, Sorry Donnie! Are you okay?"

Mikey yelled from the picnic table. Donnie didn't respond. He crawled over into his half collapsed tent and laid inside. It wasn't long till he started crying. His nose hurt so bad. He drew his hand away to find his fingers were just covered in tears. For a moment he thought his nose started bleeding.

"You should be more careful, Mikey!"

Leo hollered. The sound of crunching grass came closer and closer. Donnie looked up to see Leo appearing through the tent door.

"Hey, you good?"

Donnie didn't say anything. He just laid his head back down on the mat and held his nose between his hands.

"Here, let me see it."

Donnie sat up and let Leo inspect his face.

"Yup, that's definitely bruised!"

Donnie whimpered slightly as more tears trickled down his cheeks. Leo reached over and grabbed a juice box and some crackers for Donnie. He then proceeded to gently clean around the bruise. Donnie sipped on the juice box while Leo worked with putting a band-aid on Donnie's nose. If anything, it gave it a small cushion protection.

"There! Now you have a little pink kitty cat on your nose!"

"... Are you serious?"

"Kidding! It's just a boring old peach one."

Donnie wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He finished his juice and ate some of the crackers. Then they both exited the tent. Donnie picked up the repair items and started mending the broken tent poll. He used the metal stick as a splint and taped it on real good. It looked like it was working pretty well!

Off in the distance, thunder started to rumble. Guess that thunderstorm was gonna come after all. Donnie moved the folding chairs into a tent. While Donnie was setting the chairs down, rain started to trickle down onto the campsite. Leo hopped inside the tent and zipped it up tight.

Soon the small trickle turned into a downpour. Donnie laid down on his mat and watched as the raindrops hit the top of the tent. An hour had past and Donnie wondered how much longer the rain would last. What if the camp became a muddy mess? What if it rained so much they were knee deep in water?! Just when Donnie was thinking about all the ways this could go bad, the sun came out, brightening up the environment around them.

"Oh it's beautiful!"

Mikey yelled. Now Leo and Donnie were curious. They opened up the tent and saw Mikey looking up at something. They turned their heads to see a rainbow streaking across the sky. Leo scrambled out of the tent to get a better look at it. Donnie's jaw dropped. That was the brightest rainbow he'd ever seen! Donnie didn't have to worry about the campsite flooding, because the promise was right in front of him. And it was still proving true.

They ran over to the lake to get a better view. The rainbow was so bright you could see it in the reflection of the lake. White birds rose up from the lake and filled the sky. They danced around in circles, singing their song. Donnie had never seen anything like this before.

Minutes later the rainbow faded away. The birds returned to the lake, and Donnie was left with an experience that could never be recreated. They returned to the camp. The wood was too wet to start a fire with, so Mikey made salads for dinner instead.

Donnie sat at the picnic table, picking at the chickpeas and cucumbers. The winds died down, and the thunder clouds rolled away. Everyone talks about the calm before the storm. What about the calm after the storm? Nobody talks about the beauty after the rain.

Donnie finished his food, brushed his teeth, and headed off for bed.

___________

That was honestly my favorite day just because of the beautiful rainbow! Also I do kind of like thunderstorms. :)

Hope you enjoyed day 5! Lord bless you!

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Happy Scary Halloween

Requested Here!🎃👻

Pairing: Tim Bradford x shy!SWAT!fem!reader (w/ daughter from previous relationship)

Summary: Lucy asks you and your daughter to help prank your boyfriend Tim on Halloween, but he isn't the only one who gets scared.

Warnings: vague spoilers for Megan (2022), quotes from other horror movies, fluff!

Word Count: 1.9k+ words (I had fun with this one haha)

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“Coming with?” your teammate asks. “We’re meeting at Fanny’s.”

“Not tonight,” you answer softly, looking down at your shoes.

“Mid-Wilshire will be there,” she adds, shaking her shoulders as she watches you.

Rubbing your neck to hide your reaction to the mere thought of Tim Bradford, you murmur, “I have to pick up my daughter.”

“Ugh, fine,” she concedes. “You get a pass this one time. But you can get a sitter – shoot, I’ll watch her next time if it gets you out for a few hours.”

“Thanks.”

You leave the locker room and walk through the station, unable to keep your mind from drifting to Tim and when you’ll get to see him next. You’ve been dating for a few months, and your daughter gets along with him well, but it’s been just the two of you for so long that you are unsure if you’re comfortable with taking the next step. Tim is quite possibly the love of your life, and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, but your daughter comes first. I need to buy her a Halloween costume, you remember as you get in your car.

“What do you want to dress up as this year?” you ask your daughter, who rests against your shoulder as you watch an old Halloween movie.

She shrugs and moves closer, wrapping you in an awkward hug. “Any ideas?” she asks you. After speaking, she shakes her head and mumbles about the character on screen being dumb for going into a cemetery alone.

“Depends,” you answer. “Do you want to be cute, scary, something in between?”

“I dunno. Maybe we should ask Lucy for help.”

You nod and smile. “Probably.”

While you relax in the comfort of your home, watching the end of a movie with your daughter, Tim sits at a table in a diner surrounded by other police officers. The days leading up to Halloween are usually some of the worst days of the year for cops, rivaled only by Halloween itself and Spring Break. He’s tired and wants to see you, but his department put in a lot of work over the last few days, and Angela guilt-tripped asked him to come.

“Any big Halloween plans?” Lucy asks as she slides into the booth seat across from Tim.

Tim shakes his head and leans back in the seat.

“You’re going trick or treating aren’t you?” she guesses. “Getting soft now that you’re in love, huh?”

“Watch it, Chen.”

“What’s my honorary goddaughter dressing up as?” Angela inquires.

“Honorary goddaughter?” Tim repeats, raising his brows. “What?”

“Just tell me what she’s going to be, Timothy.”

“I don’t know, don’t think they’ve decided yet.”

“They? Oh my gosh, I love them so much,” Lucy gushes. “I wish my mom and I got along like they do.”

“What can you expect? They’re both shy,” Angela points out, “and they’ve had each other through everything.”

“You and Wesley giving out full-sized candy bars again?” Tim inquires, attempting to move the conversation away from you and your daughter.

“Of course,” she scoffs. “And we’ve got a bet going to see which costumes will be most popular this year. He’s thinking Spider-Man, I’m thinking Hermoine or Megan.”

“Megan?” Lucy repeats, his eyes widening in a way that Tim knows too well – she has an idea.

“Don’t start, Chen,” Tim sighs.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“C’mon, Lucy,” Angela beckons, “let’s go where we’re appreciated. There’s some firefighters from the 118 back there, maybe we can get you a date for the Halloween party.”

“As long as his costume isn’t a shirtless firefighter,” Lucy stipulates as she follows Angela. “Once was enough.”

Tim checks his phone, unsurprised to see you haven’t texted him. Yet, he smiles when he sees the picture of you and your daughter on his wallpaper. Maybe he is getting soft, but not for anyone except you.

Across the diner, Lucy drops her voice to communicate her idea to Angela, Nyla, Nolan, Grey, and Wesley. It will take some convincing, and a few minutes of practice, but it has the potential to be amazing. Most impressive, it might actually scare Tim Bradford.

“If I get punched, I’m blaming you,” you murmur to Lucy as you straighten your costume.

“If he punches you, Angela will punch him back,” she replies. “But I don’t think he’s going to go that far. I want him to run, not react.”

“We are talking about the same Tim Bradford, right?”

“He’s on his way,” Angela announces. She turns to your daughter and asks, “Are you ready?”

“Yep!” your daughter answers, smiling at you. “I’ve been practicing.”

“This is the best Halloween ever!” Lucy exclaims.

“I’m still saying it doesn’t work,” Wesley calls from down the hall, where he’s setting up a fog machine.

“Have a little faith, Wesley!” Angela replies. “He loves them, his guard won’t be as high.”

Your cheeks warm at her comment, and you walk to your daughter to fix her wig and dress instead of replying to Angela’s claim. Tim does love you, you know that, but it doesn’t make it easier to remain impassive or collected, for that matter, when someone else points it out.

“All these years of SWAT training to just prank him with a creepy doll movie,” you muse quietly.

“Hey, that’s a good point,” Nolan replies. “If he punches you, just use that training.”

You look over your shoulder to scowl at Nolan, but his eyes meet yours, and he smiles, so you turn away quickly. Tim will arrive any minute, so Lucy turns the lights off, starts the music she made for this prank, and everyone moves into place as the fog machine whirs.

The front door opens, and you inhale deeply but silently, just as before a raid. It clicks closed, and you count Tim’s steps before he flips the light switch. Nothing happens thanks to Nolan flipping the breakers, and Tim’s movements grow quieter but not impossible to track. In time with his soft breaths, you tap Lucy once… twice… and then lay your palm flat against her arm.

A spotlight in the corner of the hall comes on, dim and buzzing lowly, as it illuminates your daughter, dressed as Megan and standing with her head down. The replica katana Wesley brought glints on the table from your position but should be invisible to Tim. He moves into the hallway and narrows his eyes as your daughter looks up. The blue contacts Angela helped her put in seem to glow as she watches him.

Suddenly, the music changes and your daughter steps to the side, beginning the dance from the movie as she moves down the hallway and nears Tim. Pushing off of the wall, she spins and lifts the katana. With a deep breath, she does the measured lunge Nolan helped her learn and stabs the blade toward Tim. He jerks backward just as the light turns off. Your daughter giggles as she disappears into a dark bedroom.

Though he can’t see you, Tim is only feet from you as he turns in a slow circle in the dark. Lucy’s music fades before Megan says, “This is the part where you run.”

All the lights in the house come on as Nolan flips the breaker, and you wait behind Tim. When he turns again, he steps back quickly at the sight of you. Sitting in a chair and dressed as Annabelle, you let your head drop to your shoulder before Angela and Wesley throw several dolls out of the doorways in the hall, letting them land with clear thuds on the hallway floor.

Tim steps back, narrowly missing the table while he backpedals toward the door. You’re admittedly shocked at how well this is going, but you’re also beginning to feel a bit of remorse for pranking him like this.

“You need to learn some manners, Tim,” your daughter says, stepping back into view with the katana hanging from her hand.

Tim reaches for the doorknob, then stops. He watches her for several silent seconds, then says her name. With his complete focus on your daughter, you stand and place the life-sized Annabelle doll in your chair.

“That-“ Tim begins, leaning forward to place his hands on his thighs. “That was pretty good.”

“You were scared,” your daughter taunts, bouncing in place. “We did it!”

“I can’t believe that worked,” Wesley murmurs as he turns off the fog machine.

“Add that to your Tim Tests!” Lucy exclaims, emerging from the kitchen.

“I should’ve known you were involved.” Tim turns toward ‘Annabelle,’ and says, “Okay, you did it, you can get up now.”

The doll doesn’t move, and he looks at Lucy, who keeps her eyes on the white dress and shakes her head. Tim walks to the chair and lays his hand on Annabelle’s shoulder, causing her to tip onto the floor.

“Where’s Mom?” your daughter asks, looking between Angela and Lucy.

“She was Annabelle,” Lucy murmurs slowly. “I didn’t have a doll.”

“We didn’t either,” Angela adds. “She has to be around here somewhere.”

“Nolan, if this is-“

“It’s not me,” Nolan interrupts. “This wasn’t in the plan.”

“Tim,” your daughter calls, more of a squeak than anything, as she points to a trail of red droplets leading toward the side door.

Tim leads the way, followed closely by Angela, Lucy, and Nolan, while Wesley waits inside with your daughter. They exit the house and see bullet casings scattered across the small patio but no sign of anyone.

From your position on the roof, you can see their expressions, the worry and fear they’re attempting to mask – likely for your daughter’s sake.

“I see dead people,” the speaker you mounted below the patio covering whispers.

“Do you think she’s doing this?” Lucy whispers.

“I don’t know that she could,” Angela points out.

You smile beneath your mask, moving closer to the edge. Pressing a button on your phone, the speaker plays a dial tone before shifting to a quiet static sound.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” you ask from the roof.

Tim, Angela, Lucy, and Nolan turn quickly, and Nolan presses his hand over his heart as he sighs. You don’t know what you look like, perched precariously on the roofline in a Scream-face mask with a long black robe rippling in the breeze, but clearly, it worked to scare Tim even more.

You pull the mask off and smile. “So, did we scare him?”

“Him?!” Lucy repeats. “You scared us!”

 Tim smiles suddenly, and your eyes drift to his chest.

“You scared your daughter, too,” he points out, clearly proud of himself.

“Did I?” you challenge softly.

Wesley and your daughter exit the house, and she smiles as she looks at Tim. He shakes his head and hugs her, then demands that she change or at least take out the contacts.

“Happy Halloween, Tim,” you call.

When they turn around to find you, your position on the roof is empty, not even a shadow of your robe is left as evidence you were ever there.

“Thanks,” you tell your SWAT teammates as you land on the ground in your front yard. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Oh, we got the good end of this deal,” your teammate says. “Bradford trying to get out of the house without any sudden movements was golden. And it’s all on video. Good luck dealing with him now.”

You sigh as they leave and return to the backyard, where Tim cups your face and demands eye contact. You squirm in his hold, and his smile widens.

“I’m getting you back next year,” he promises.

“Ooh, I’ll help!” your daughter agrees, moving to stand beside you both, her shoulder pressed to yours.

You, however, get caught in the idea that they both want to be here, beside you and with you, again next year. It’s a happy Halloween, indeed.

[wishmaster]

Halloween Curse

I got so wasted last night, I don't remember much, but picking up this hot Himbo who fucked so well, I swear he fucked me right out of my body. Wait,

Why the fuck am I standing over there, but I'm really over here.

Hey bro, want to thank you so much for i was beginning to think I'd never find a sucker to fuck on Halloween, but you were just the right kind of of fucked up at that party last night. get me the hell out of that body. It's been the worst year of my life. And what a great fucking body you got, bud.. wow I'm finally able to say something besides Bro. Damn, not gonna miss being a stupid fucking Himbo, but damn will miss it's sexual energy, it can literally fuck 24 hours straight, that's the best part of being you you fuckin dumb ass, I have to say it's nice to be able to think about something other than ass, dick and fucking. Thanks for the new life , Bro. he tossed some cash at me as I finally got to see me in the mirror.

What the fuck, suddenly my mind synced with my new body.

Bro come on bro, don't fucking do this bro. I quickly found out I was trapped as this Horny Himbo Bro for one year, only able to swap out bodies with whoever I'm fucking on Halloween night.

Shit he wasn't kidding I'm fucking horny again, what the fuck? Dammit, seeing his big dick as mine now I know I could damn fucking play with it all day, but suddenly his, I mean my phone rang, it was a text from my bro, seems my horny ass needed to be making cash if I didn't want to piss of the boss. I jacked off quick before I pulled on my musky clothes and headed off to score another John to please my pimp daddy, who owned my ass till next Halloween, fuck this was going to take some getting used to but thankfully, the bro I was becoming seemed to quickly morph me into the perfect Fuck Boy.

[aliwritex]

ALL BETTER yt22

summary: you help yuki feel better after the race. 2.2k words

warnings: mommy kink (reader calls herself mommy, yuki calls reader mommy), sub!yuki, dom!reader switch!yuki (mentioned) nipple play (m and f) handjob, fingering, p in v, praising, name calling (just once, whore), unprotected sex and creampie. sweetest little fluff as the plot

a/n: damn, Mexico really played all of us. Here'a a little something so we can all feel better. feedback is appreciated

“Oh my God! Fuck!” your heart had already been racing since the formation lap. Your hands trembling as you held on to the barrier.

When he got hit the noise in the garage was generalized, everyone having the same reaction of disappointment and fear. Soon the news that he was alright circled around.

“He’s going to medical for a check up and right to media. You should wait in his room, he’s probably going to be very frustrated, he’d like to see you there.”

“Yeah, thanks John.” you gave him a soft smile and made your way out of the garage and back to the facility.

As soon as you walked into his room you started cleaning up the space, putting away the equipment, the clothes and everything else that laid around the room. He’s probably want somewhere to throw himself on so you cleared up the massage table too.

It was almost an hour till Yuki finally walked in to the room, John coming right after him with his things. You sat up on the edge of the table immediately, opening your arms for him to walk right into. He rested his head on your shoulder, burring his face on your neck as his arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Oh, baby, how are you feeling?” you rubbed his back up and down and he just shook his head against your shoulder. You looked over at his trainer as if to tell him he needed space and he understood, quickly leaving the room. “Baby, ‘t’s just us now, you can talk to me, no one’s gonna see you cry if you want to”

“Was it my fault? I swear there was space and then he just closed, I had nowhere to go” he mumbled.

“It wasn’t your fault, darling.”

“The weekend started so well, I don’t even know what happened. I-“ his voice started to shake.

“It’s okay, darling. It was just an accident, it happens, yeah? D’you wanna lay down, love? Something to eat? Just hug?”

“Hold me”

His ask was raw and almost desperate so you complied in silence, helping him up on the bed. He curled up into what seemed like the most awkward position he could be but said he was comfortable so you just wrapped your arms around him, hugging his face to your chest and brushing his hair out of his face.

“When can we leave?”

“After”

“After the race?” he nodded “Don’t you wanna change?” he nodded again.

You unlaced his boots for him to kick off and helped him pull off his fireproof top when he sat up.

“Cold huh?” you took a shirt from his bag and handed it to him. “Here. And here” you also passed him a jacket.

He changed into the lighter clothes and laid back on the table, this time laying his head on your lap so you’d run your hands through his hair.

“You know, if I wasn’t so sad I’d fuck the shit out of you right now”

“Right”

“Or I’d let you fuck the anger out of me, I wouldn’t mind that either”

“That sounds more believable” you chuckled. He turned to face your stomach and kissed it through the fabric of your shirt. “Yuki!”

“‘M not doing anything, ‘m just gonna take a nap.”

“‘Kay, ‘m sorry. We can deal with this later, then, yeah? I’ll make you feel good, make you forget about the weekend.”

“Please”

“When we get back to the hotel. You can sleep, i’ll wake you up if needed.”

“Thank you. I love you”

“I love you too, my darling.” You bent over to kiss his cheek but he turned to kiss you on the lips, his eyes shot open immediately, feeling the burn of your lipgloss on his mouth. “Dumb ass. I would’ve kissed you if i didn’t have this on”

“I hate this”

“But it’s so pretty! It doesn’t match you though.” you wiped it off his lips with your thumb, smiling at him. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It burns like hell”

“Sure, baby. Just go to sleep”

Yuki opened the door to your room and threw his things on the floor right by the entrance, arms immediately wrapping around your waist as your lips met.

“Slow down, darling, didn’t know you were that desperate. Let’s shower first, yeah”

“Please”

“No, shower first, we can make it quick but you haven’t showered since this morning”

“But you’re gonna make me shower again after”

“Well, yeah, we’re gonna wash quickly right now” you told him, already stripping him out of his jacket, “and we can have a bath when we’re done, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Sure” he complied as you took off his shirt.

You let him undo his pants as you stripped out of your own clothes, already making your way into the bathroom.

The shower was quick as you promised, only to wash away the sweat from the day.

You soon made your way to the bed. Completely naked you laid right in the middle, legs spread as you called him to sit right between them. His back rested against your front, head thrown back on your shoulder so he could kiss you.

“Gonna let me touch you?” you whispered to his cheek.

“Please”

Your hands ran down his chest, nails softly scratching his skin till you met his nipples. You played with them for a second, making him sigh into your mouth, teeth grazing you lips. Your hands descended onto his abs and to his thighs, rubbing circles on them as you kissed. You watched as his cock started to rise, getting redder and harder. His hands met yours by his thighs, gently guiding them up, to touch his hardening cock.

“Patience, darling”

You grabbed the oil you had pulled out for this and poured it directly on his cock, the droplets making him twitch. You smiled at his reaction and took both your hands to him, wrapping one around his base while your palm ran on his tip. You spread it all over, till your hands ran smoothly on him.

“Please, Mommy”

You couldn’t say no to him when he called you that, it meant he was at your complete mercy and would just beg for you to give him something. You did.

Your hand started to move up and down his shaft as the other held on to his base. Your lips didn’t leave his neck as you started to pleasure him, kissing and bitting softly on his tan skin.

After a couple of pumps he was rock hard in your hands. Your thumb ran down his slit, harshly, making him whine. You picked up your movements, pumping him and changing your grip around him, tightening and then loosening it, the alternation making him desperate in anticipation.

His moans were broken and went right into your ear, making goosebumps raise all over your body. His hand wrapped around yours, making you slow down your movements and tighten your grip permanently.

“Didn’t know you were making the calls now, darling” you teased.

“Please, I’m sorry”

“Just teasing, love.” you kissed his neck, gently “Tell me what you need, huh?”

“Need this, wanna cum, please”

“Want mommy to make you cum?” you whispered to his ear and he nodded “hands off, let me take care of you, baby”

You kissed all over the side of his neck as your hands moved on him, slow and tight, the way he showed he needed it. But soon that wasn’t enough and he started bucking his hips. You took that as a sign to go faster and in seconds you had him twitching in your lap.

“I’ve got you, darling, come for me”

Yuki grabbed your thighs, blunt nails digging into your skin, his muscles all tensed up, his knees closing and hips bucking into your hand. He came with a loud moan, sounding completely defeated as he spilled all over your hands and his stomach.

You shushed him, whispering sweet praises to his ear as he came down from his high. “That was a lot of cum you had been holding back, huh?” you chuckled, leaving a peck on his cheek before he turned to bring you into a deeper kiss.

Yuki flopped onto his stomach, arms wrapping around your hips as he kept on kissing you. Your hands were resting on his ass as you lazily made out, the sound of sliding tongues and saliva filling the room.

“Wanna make you feel good” he whispered.

“Have at it, love. Make mommy feel good, yeah?”

He nodded and slid his hand away from your back, taking it to your thigh. His fingers danced closer and closer to your middle, building up to the moment when he brushed them right up to your clit, collecting all the wetness that had built up. The pads of his fingers easily circled against your clit, gently teasing as they barely brushed the skin. He knew you loved the anticipation.

His lips had already explored your neck and were now making their way to your chest, kissing and nibbling all over till he took a nipple past them. You brushed his hair lovingly as he sucked on your tit, his fingers making their way inside you. He thrust them a couple times before curling them up, hitting spots that made you moan and shiver for him.

“Doing so good, baby, fuck”

He muttered something you couldn’t make up against your skin but the vibrations made you arch your chest into his mouth. He let his body rest completely against yours so he could take his other hand to your clit, massaging it slowly in contrast to his fingers that curled rapidly inside you. You quickly tensed up, feeling your orgasm creep up on you.

“C’mon, so close. Kiss me, baby”

You tilted his head up from your tit, your hand softly on his chin till your lips met. You came with a moan to his lips, separating the kiss as he worked you through it, fingers pushing all the buttons inside you.

“You’re so good, baby. So perfect”

You took his face in both hands, pecking his lips multiple times before actually kissing and pushing your tongue into his mouth. His hands left your middle and rested on your hips, slightly lifting himself up. You felt him hardening against your cunt, the weight of his blood filled cock resting between your legs surprising you.

"Are you up for more, love? Didn't think you could take a second" you said softly against his face, he nodded. "Words?"

"Yeah, mommy, ' want more, please."

"Lay on your back, love, 'll take care of it." you whispered to his ear and quickly felt him peel away from you.

He laid by your side, arms aready reaching to bring you on top of him and you complied, straddling his thighs. Your hands ran down his chest and abs, collecting the small droplets of cum that hadn't dried on your thumb. You took it to his mouth, making him suck it clean. It was obscene, he swirled his tongue around it and let out a moan when you pulled it away.

"Whore" you whispered to yourself as you watched.

Lifting your hips you sat righ on his cock, letting it sit right between your lips for a second before you started moving back and forth. His head met your clit everytime you bucked your hips forwards, making both of you desperate for more. It didn't take long before you gave up on teasing him and aligned him to your opening.

You slid down on him slowly, watching the way his face scrunched from the pleasure. He whined when you finally took him entirely, soon restarting your back and forth moves.

Yuki was way too sensitive to last what he normaly would, he was whining nonstop as you rode him, fisting the sheets beneath him. He knew he could come anytime he wanted, you were never one to stop him from feeling good but he'd actually feel embarassed if he came that quickly and without giving you anything. So he took his hand between you, palm facing up so he could reach your clit and circle it with his fingers.

He could tell by your moans that it helped, and you could tell by that move that he wanted you to cum with him. You wouldn't take long to reach your high either, all the stimulation from minutes before still lingering on your body. You took your hands up to your chest, palming your tits and pinching your nipples while you moved on top of him.

"Close, baby?"

"So close, can't hold it anymore" he confessed, almost out of breath.

You just nodded, telling him he could let it go with no shame and he did. Moans - almost too loud for a hotel - filled the room as he spilled inside you. You never stopped moving, milking his orgasm till you reached your own, making another string of moans and whines leave his lips. You flopped down on his chest as you slowed your movements till they came to a stop. His cum was flowing slowly out of your cunt as you peppered his neck ans face with kisses.

"Did so good, love. So perfect for mommy, look at you"

You pulled away from him, setling against the pillows and pulling him to cuddle onto your chest, "How does that bath sound righ now, love?"

"Give me a second"

[mmmichyyy]

if you’re still taking prompts, 53+94?

#53. "take off your shirt."

(1.6k words of ian being a lovable dumb idiot and mickey going along with it)

it was a spur of the moment decision. one minute ian's getting off his shift, the next he's pushing open the door to the tattoo studio he passes by every day just around the corner from his apartment, a sign blaring MILK in bright neon lights welcoming him.

"hey," ian greets the overly-pierced girl sitting at the front desk. "do you take walk-ins?"

the girl snaps her gum. looks him up and down. "are you looking to get pierced or inked?"

"uh, inked." ian fidgets with the hem of his sleeve. "something small, on my arm, maybe. i don't know what i want, though. i haven't really... thought it through."

"well, all our artists are busy right now," she says, unbothered, handing him an album and a clipboard. "so if you don't mind waiting, flip through our flash book and see what kind of design you want, then fill out the consent form when you're ready."

ian nods. "should i wait here or..."

she points down the hallway. "room three is empty right now. i'll send one of our artists over in a bit for a consultation."

to ian's relief, the studio isn't like the grimy tattoo shop he went to a couple years ago. from what he can see, the place is kept clean and sterile, everything neatly organized and spotless. he settles into the leather-cushioned chair and aimlessly flips through the album, eyes glossing over page after page of designs.

honestly, he has no idea what he wants. he doesn't even know why he's doing this; why he wants a tattoo memorializing someone who was barely a fleeting presence for his entire life. how do you sum up a whirlwind and a hurricane? how do you solve a problem like monica? he and his siblings always jokingly asked each other.

but there was always a hint of despair, an unsaid sliver of yearning every time monica was brought up, because... how? how?

which is the very reason why he can't talk to his siblings about any of it - everyone has their own complicated relationship with monica, but no one wants to acknowledge them out loud. their mom is dead and all she left behind are faded memories, paper cuts on their hearts, and a couple kilos of meth.

...and now ian is getting a tattoo for her. go figure.

the longer he sits, however, the more his self-doubt starts to creep in. he starts to wonder if it's too late for him to back out.

"you my seven o'clock?"

ian looks up and finds a man staring at him curiously. a man with dark slicked-back hair and pale skin and a single silver bar piercing above his right brow, framing clear blue eyes. swirling intricate designs run down his arms and disappear underneath a tight black t-shirt - one side all colour, the other black ink only.

shit. this guy is fucking hot.

immediately ian's mind goes blank.

"uh... yes?"

"cool." the man closes the door. "name's mickey. did you fill out the consent form yet?"

mickey. the synapses in ian's brain short-circuits. "not yet...?"

mickey nods, as he heads towards the sink in the corner of the room. "you can fill it out while i set everything up. is this your first time?"

"no." ian lets out a breath and picks up the pen attached to the clipboard. "i've done it before."

"really." mickey surveys him up and down. "i don't see any."

ian winces, glad mickey can't see the patriotic eagle under his shirt. one of his many regrets, unfortunately. "it's um... hidden."

mickey's brows furrow for a moment, before his eyes light up. "ah. gotcha, man."

ian's not sure what to make of mickey's reaction - but he doesn't trust his mind to not say something dumb to who just might be the hottest guy he's ever seen standing in front of him, so he keeps his trap shut and quickly fills out the form before handing the clipboard over.

"so," mickey looks down at the form, "ian. do you know which side you want it on?"

ian blinks. "side?"

mickey blinks back at him. "right or left?"

ah. which arm. "left. i need the right one for work tomorrow," ian jokes.

mickey gives him a strange look. "sure."

ian watches as mickey snaps on a pair of black disposable gloves, then sets out some needles in sealed packages on a silver tray. he didn't think mickey would be a stick and poke kind of artist instead of using a tattoo gun, but at this point ian could care less the method in which he gets inked.

"you nervous?" mickey asks, noticing ian's fidgeting fingers in his lap.

ian lets out a breath.

"kind of," he admits. "my mom... she died recently, and i wanted to get something small to remind me of her."

"you..." mickey pauses. "you're doing this for your mom?"

"why?" ian asks, getting a bit self-conscious now. maybe mickey has seen a lot of his clients regret getting tattoos for their parents. "you think i shouldn't?"

"it's your choice," mickey replies slowly. "if you want something to really remember someone by, then this will do it."

ian lets out a breath. "yeah," he nods. "let's do this."

"take off your shirt, then," mickey says, and ian's brain once again goes offline because of course it does. "i'll sterilize the area first and then we'll get started."

in hindsight, if mickey was just some average-looking guy or literally any other person at all, maybe ian would've caught on earlier. do his due diligence and change the fire alarm batteries in his head, instead of letting the warning bells beep incessantly. he might've thought to himself hey, that's weird, why do i need to be shirtless if i'm getting a tattoo on my arm? and before i confirmed what design i want? when i don't even know what i'm getting? hm? hello?????

but alas, because clearly all rational thoughts have been thrown out of his head (did he have any to begin with?), he quickly unbuttons his emt uniform shirt and tosses it over the side of the chair. subtly yet not so subtly flexes his arms a bit, because hey, why the fuck not? he works out. he's fit. sue him for wanting to show off a bit.

except nothing, absolutely nothing, could've prepared him when mickey wipes a cool, stinging alcohol wipe across his left nipple.

ian yelps. practically falls out of the chair and almost lands on his ass. mickey just stares at him, gloved hand still held up.

"i– uhhhhh– look, there must be some misunderstanding–" ian sputters, feeling his cheeks heat up. "i'm getting a tattoo on my arm, not my, uh...."

"nipple?" mickey supplies, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards.

ian wants to die.

blames himself for thinking with his dick. or rather, not using his brain at all.

either way, he wishes he could pass away on the spot. cut the brakes. burst into flames. end it all, right there and then.

before he can say any parting words and then forever perish from the mortal realm, he feels something drape over his shoulders. looks up to mickey a mere breath's distance away, covering his shivering back with his shirt.

is that a smile on mickey's face? or is ian being delusional once again?

delusional. definitely delusional.

"sooo,” mickey drags out the word, “i guess you're not my seven o'clock nipple piercing appointment?"

ian shakes his head as he hastily buttons up his shirt, ignoring the heat filling his cheeks. "i guess there was some kind of mix-up, the girl out front told me to go wait in room three."

mickey rolls his eyes. "i swear sandy messes up on purpose just to fuck with me. how hard is it to keep track of three rooms?"

"you didn't think it was weird someone would need their right nipple for work? or that they want to get something pierced for their mom?" ian asks, a little incredulous.

mickey, ever full of indifference, merely shrugs. "hey, i don't know your life, man."

there's an awkward lull in the air. ian's eyes dart towards the door, hoping he can make a quick exit and then, perhaps, find a cliff and walk off it. "well, i'll just go then..."

"come back tomorrow night," mickey cuts him off, to ian's surprise. "you said you wanted something small, right? mandy's the best at doing fine line shit, she can help you design whatever you're thinking of."

"sandy, mandy, mickey. what, are you all related?" ian jokes weakly.

"cousin and sister," mickey shrugs. "it's a whole family affair up in here."

"okay," ian nods slowly, watching mickey turn on the tap to wash his hands. guess he’ll postpone his cliff walk for another day. "i'll come back tomorrow then."

just as ian’s about to bolt out the door, he hears a soft hey call out to him. when he turns around, he almost gasps when mickey’s standing directly behind him, and quite nearly has an aneurism when mickey reaches out his fingertips to straighten out his collar, blue eyes directly staring into his soul.

"don't take off your shirt for her though," mickey says, and ian's breath hitches. "bitch doesn't deserve a free show."

before his brain could stop his mouth from running (seems to be a common occurrence today), ian asks, "you liked what you saw, then?"

mickey pats ian's cheek twice, then steps back. "i don't hook up with clients, as a general rule."

"well," ian can't keep the hopeful tone out of his voice. "maybe after tomorrow then, when i’m not a client anymore?"

this time, ian knows he's not being delusional.

mickey's lips are definitely curved into a smile.

“guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”

[gooobraghhh]

It'd be so cool if we got high together. Cause like normally I'm super modest and shy and would never initiate anything but like if you hold a joint between two fingers while it's lit and tell me to suck and hold how could I say no? And you tell me to smoke the whole thing because you rolled it just for me and so I do. And now my brain is all puppy and stupid and I'm sitting in your lap while you're on your phone entertaining other dumb t-boy mutts and I start to squirm. I mutter some apology and I tell myself to stop and that I'm embarrassing myself in front of a gorgeous girl but I'm a dumb fucking dog and I need to rutt. You let me keep going, pretending you don't notice until I tire myself out and my eyes are lidded. I can't keep them open until you stick a finger inside of me and I immediately jolt awake and ask you what you're doing. You tell me that this is what I was just begging for a second ago, unless you're confusing me with some other slut and stretch me out. I go to play with my t-cock because I can't cum otherwise but you force my hands above my head. You tell me I've already had my fun and you use me to your hearts content and stuff me so full for as long as you want. Or something idk.

I do love getting guys high and teasing them on my lap. Also love when needy pups grind and rutt on me in desperation, hoping I’ll give them my attention, especially when their normally very reserved and modest. In general thank you for writing me this very cute little fantasy you have, maybe we’ll need to try it out <3

[fickleminder]

50 Ways to Die in the Devildom

To prevent another war, one of the cardinal requirements of the exchange program was for the exchange students to be alive at the end of it. No one said anything about what happens in-between.

Content warnings: violence, blood, gore, lots of death. Halloween 2024 fic 👻

Diavolo nearly spat out his tea laughing. "In the freezer? Lucifer, you sly demon!"

"It got the job done, didn't it?" Lucifer took a sip from his own cup with a satisfied hum. "The human has a pact with one of us now, and there's nobody else I trust more than Mammon."

"Indeed. The responsibility will do him good, on top of securing our contingency plan if things go awry. Excellent work!"

"Thank you, Lord Diavolo."

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"Well, that was fast."

"The human didn't even last one month—"

"All of you, shut up." Lucifer knelt next to your body on the floor of the student council room. "Mammon, use the pact to keep track of their soul. Beel, stop licking blood off the tiles and help Asmo with the cleanup. Levi, going for the jugular was quick but messy; you're on cleanup as well. Satan, prepare the materials for the resurrection spell."

"Seriously, all this over a stupid quiz…" Mammon grumbled.

Finally coming back to his senses, Levi spat out the chunk of your neck still in his mouth and started to scream.

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Beel took one look at his half-eaten custard before transforming with a roar and stomping towards the culprits.

"N-Now wait a second, Beel! Lemme explain!" Mammon quickly put himself between you and his rampaging brother. He didn't want to have to participate in that dumb ritual again; calling souls back to their bodies was too much effort. "There's a good reason for—"

"You... ate... My... CUSTARD...!" Beel's fists smashed into the kitchen counter, the cupboards, the walls, and anything else he could get his hands on, while Mammon kept you behind him and dodged the blows. Any physical contact with Beel was sure to obliterate you in a heartbeat, and not even Satan would be able to put you back together if that happened.

With his attention focused on Beel, Mammon failed to notice when a chunk of concrete came flying in your direction, clobbering you squarely on the side of your head with a wet CRUNCH.

You hit the floor like a sack of rocks, and both demons froze at the sight of all the innards spilling out of your caved-in skull.

"Not again!" Mammon wailed loudly.

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"I don't want to hear it."

Despite the very real threat to his life, Mammon still felt the need to rub it in Lucifer's face. "Hey, I'm just sayin', ya can't pin this one on me this time!"

"At least Luke didn't see anything. I hope." Beel frowned at the little angel's unconscious form in his arms, with the grimoire still clutched tightly in a death grip. The poor kid had fainted when Lucifer unleashed his power and... Well.

To prevent another war, one of the cardinal requirements of the exchange program was for the exchange students to be alive at the end of it.

No one said anything about what happens in-between.

You had literally dropped dead after Lucifer shifted into a higher demon form to intimidate you into getting out of his way. He never intended to use force against you to begin with, but had also completely forgotten that some things were just not meant for mortal eyes. Your eyeballs were burnt to a crisp, leaving behind charred, bloody sockets in your face.

Lucifer rubbed his temples with a sigh. "Mammon, take my card and go buy a new pair of human eyes. Make sure to get them in the right color."

"Ugh, fine, but you're getting Levi to call their soul back!"

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Henry 1.0 purred loudly and coiled up to take a nap after his snack.

"Asmo, quit messing around and do something!"

"Shut up, Mammon! Or do you want to get eaten as well?"

"Mmm grilled snake..."

"For the last time, we're not eating Henry 1.0!"

The human-shaped lump in the giant snake's belly was unmoving.

"You realize that if they die, you ain't gonna get this kind of power anymore, right?"

Asmo froze, the drunk smile on his face faltering. Mammon had a point; Solomon had only lent you a tiny fraction of his magic, and yet you were able to draw out so much power in him! It was undeniable, you were one human he definitely had to hold on to.

"I think it's starting to digest—"

"Bad Henry! You spit them out right now or—"

Sighing, Asmo batted his eyelashes at the giant snake and began working his charm.

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"I can explain—"

"Let me guess. You tried to make a pact with the human in another pointless bid to get under my skin. They refused, and so you chopped them up. Not exactly helping your chances here, are you."

"Tch. I can put them back together—"

"You'll have to convince one of your brothers to call their soul back, since you obviously can't do it yourself—"

"Don't you think I know that already?!"

"Stop throwing books at me! You should know better than to lose control of your wrath—"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—"

"Wait, that book is—!"

*THUNK*

"…"

"…"

"F—"

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Belphegor knew you and his brothers were close, but he was still determined to make his point. When he had thrown your body down the stairs and into the foyer as though you were nothing more than a mangled rag doll, he expected tears, anger, heartbreak—

"…Seriously? We just finished the last ritual yesterday!"

"ROFL not it!"

"Not it."

"Not it~"

"Belphie, I missed you so much! Oh, not it."

"You guys are the WORST!"

—not whatever the hell this was.

"What the fuck is happening?!" Belphie snarled, pointing furiously at your corpse. Blood was soaking into the carpet, yet even Lucifer looked only mildly annoyed. "Why aren't any of you mad? The exchange program—"

And then your body dissipated into wisps of fading light, another you poked your head over the top of the stairway to stare at the commotion, and Lucifer gave a long, deep sigh before revealing the secret he'd been keeping for centuries.

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You'll get the rest when we get our money back! The note read.

Inside the parcel it came with was a severed hand with broken fingers. The area where your forearm had been sawed off was still sluggishly oozing blood, but Mammon guessed you had probably already bled out by that point.

He shouldn't have left you to walk home by yourself after class, but what's done was done. All he could do now was come and get you and put you back together. It was his responsibility as your first, after all.

Mammon cracked his knuckles with a grin. Time to show those lesser demons why messing with the Great Mammon's human was a bad idea.

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"How was I supposed to know they couldn't swim?" Levi complained despite looking thoroughly chastised.

"I shouldn't have had to tell you that a mere human doesn't stand a chance against Lotan's floods." Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. Behind him, Satan was attempting something called CPR, having read about it in a book and wanting to try it out. There was a loud CRACK, followed by a quiet "oh shit", and that was when Lucifer decided to call it a day.

"Levi, cleanup duty. For the entire house."

"But—!"

"Satan, ritual. You can handle the spell on your own this time."

"Tch."

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Levi and Beel watched from the broken window on the second floor as you floated face down in the garden's pool fountain. At first they thought the fall would have killed you, but apparently the allure of water from the siren's song was too strong for that.

"…Should I try CPR?" Beel asked after a while.

"Please don't, you'll end up shattering all their ribs like Satan did." Levi grimaced. "Tell you what, if you call their soul back, I'll perform the spell and nobody else has to know."

"Deal."

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"Drop it."

*growling*

"Cerberus! I said: Drop. It."

Whining sadly, the giant hellhound lowered his middle head and carefully deposited his cargo at his master's feet. The left head nudged it gently with his snout, and the right one howled mournfully when it did not move.

Lucifer couldn't help the small wince as he took in your state. He could tell it had been quick at least; it wasn't the first time you had to take Cerberus out for his daily walk, but he had likely been in a playful mood today, hence the accident.

Said hellhound was clearly remorseful and kept glancing at the small pile of snacks and toys you had brought along to entertain him during his outing. Even Lucifer softened at the sight, and as he bent down to scoop you into his arms, broken spine and charred flesh and all, he found himself looking forward to personally calling your soul back to him.

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When your skin started to break out and swell rapidly, Asmo realized that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Darling!" He screeched as you clawed at your throat, which had ballooned in the few seconds Asmo took to reach you. The moisturizer he had given you dropped to the floor, and he quickly picked it up to inspect it.

"Acid lavender scented... Demonologist approved..." Asmo murmured as he read the printed label. "For external use only... Hyperallergenic—"

By the time the answer finally clicked in his brain, you had already turned blue. Not a good color on you, in his humble opinion.

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The curse was simple: the afflicted would experience random bouts of frostbite on their fingers and toes, no matter how warmly they dressed. The nipping cold would serve as an excellent inconvenience and at worst, it could completely freeze over entire limbs.

Perfect for a stuck up older brother who always dressed like a prude.

Unfortunately for Satan and Belphie, Lucifer was not the first one to touch the newly-cursed air conditioner remote.

"W-what's going on…" You slurred on the floor, curled up and hugging yourself for warmth. You weren't shivering anymore, which was a good sign, right? "Wh-why… s'cold…"

Satan and Belphie exchanged looks. The effects of the prank were clearly more severe on humans, but even then it didn't seem like you were going to kick it anytime soon. They could try to break the curse, but given how complicated it was to cast it in the first place, maybe they were better off putting you out of your misery.

"It's a Devildom thing. We get cold snaps out of the blue sometimes," Satan explained as he cradled you close, feeling as though he were holding a block of ice. "Due to the skies being constantly dark here..."

Belphie's magic trickled into you as Satan distracted you with magical theory, and before long you had gone still in his arms, eyes closed.

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"...Are you sure we can't tell Solomon? I mean, we have solid proof that his cooking is lethal now, so this is technically his fault."

"Who the fuck brought his food into the house to begin with?!"

"I did, sorry. He must have snuck some stuff into the basket of pastries Simeon and Luke gave us."

"Seriously, this guy needs to take a hint when everybody tells him to stay out of the kitchen..."

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Lucifer was seething. "What. Happened."

"I didn't do nothin'!" Mammon exclaimed, still clutching you tightly. You looked like you were sleeping in his arms, if not for the blue of your lips and your still chest. "We were just walking home, and then the next thing I know, they're eating dirt!"

"Liver failure, brain damage, collapsing lungs…" Satan looked extremely grim after assessing the current state of your body. "There's no singular cause; everything's just… falling to pieces."

Asmo paled. "But why? We've been so careful! We always got the freshest parts, and there hasn't even been an incident in weeks!"

Levi and the twins nodded frantically.

But the truth was undeniable. There were only so many times you could have your organs and limbs replaced or repaired with magic before your body decided to break down completely. Death was inevitable; it was coming for you regardless of how often you'd already cheated it.

How long did you have left before they couldn't bring you back anymore? You had exceeded all their expectations, lasting until the end of the exchange program and beyond, and they'd grown too attached to let you walk out of their lives permanently. You had gone from becoming a chore for them to prevent all-out war to something akin to a beloved house pet.

"What do we do?" Mammon looked to Lucifer for answers.

But for once, the first-born had none.

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"Blacked out from stress, you say? How uninspired."

"I know, right? You would think they'd be able to come up with new excuses over time, but nooo, it's always the same old story."

Michael gave a deep sigh. "Those brothers never learn. How long was it before they became complacent and stopped wiping your memory?"

"Four months." You grinned and reached for another scone on the tray of pastries. "To be fair, they do tend to make it quick so there usually isn't much to remember to begin with."

"I still can't believe those idiots thought the Celestial Realm wouldn't find out," Thirteen snorted. "How dare they think I don't know how to do my job!"

"Now Thirteen, it's natural for souls to spend some time in Purgatory before ascending or becoming Damned. Their mistake was assuming the pacts gave them any claim in the first place."

You tilted your head slightly, as though you were listening to something far away. "Speaking of, I think I hear them calling! Thanks for the tea, it was lovely chatting with you, as always."

Michael frowned. "You can't keep this up forever."

"Chill out, Mikey—"

"Don't call me that."

"—it's all good! No need to start a war in my name or anything."

Thirteen rolled her eyes. "He's right, you know. And just because you had nothing going for you in the human realm doesn't mean you have to keep playing along with those brothers in the Devildom."

"What can I say?" You shrugged nonchalantly as the reaper prepared to escort your soul back to your body. "They make me laugh."

[the-great-papyru]

can i have a treat... the most i really have in mind is something about post-pacifist flowey/flowey having a good time cause i want to see my funny little dingus happy

your wish is my command.

A solitary leaf drifted lazily off a tree. Flowey watched through the murky windowpane as it reached its destination, joining its brethren in cushioning the falls of pedestrian feet. 

“Really pretty, huh?”

Flowey turned his gaze from the window to see Frisk sauntering over and saddling up to star. “Bet you didn’t have them this pretty in the Underground.”

Flowey didn’t answer their statement, instead electing to return stars gaze to the window. Frisk either didn’t get the memo or simply didn’t care, as they continued standing next to Flowey, bouncing on the balls of their feet, awaiting a response. After a long moment, Flowey whispered a sigh and, without turning his head, spoke back to Frisk bluntly.

“I don’t see anything pretty about them. They’re dying husks of things that used to be living, all shriveled up and DEAD. All they’re doing is putting on a good show before their eventual demise.”

Frisk was silent for a while and Flowey gave them a glance to see that they’d covered up their mouth with their hand. Surely Flowey hadn’t shocked them THAT much, had he? They knew that star was a soulless husk, of course he wouldn’t find dumb leaves PRETTY! 

Frisk made a weird noise with their mouth and Flowey realized they were covering up a snicker. “I never knew you were a leaf nihilist, Flowey.”

Flowey stared at them, trying to figure out what blatantly incorrect assumption was most worthy of counteracting. “I’m not—leaf nihilist isn’t even a real—it’s TRUE, isn’t it? Sure, the leaves LOOK pretty. But that’s just a cover-up. A way of hiding that they’re dying on the inside!”

“Are we still talking about leaves?”

“YES!”

“If you say so.”

Frisk stared at Flowey for a moment, trying to read his thoughts. “That’s not what the leaves make me think of. You know, leaves aren’t ‘alive’ alive. They’re part of the tree.”

“So? The tree is dying, then. It’s losing parts of itself until it rots away completely!”

“The tree.”

“YES, the tree!”

“Alright. But I don’t think the leaves are part of it. They’re like… fingernails, or something.”

“Fingernails.”

“Well, that sounds kinda gross… it’s like… I dunno, like how dogs shed their fur, right? And they’re still the same, living dog underneath. They just get a new coat! And just because their outsides are different doesn’t mean the tree isn’t the same on the inside!”

Flowey contemplated this for a moment. Star didn’t… hate that idea. He looked back down towards the trampled leaves, red and golden in the light of the drowsy sun.

“But, y’know, you could try not making everything about death and gloom and stuff. The leaves can just be leaves. Pretty leaves. You have to admit they’re pretty.”

Flowey was silent.

Frisk gently placed their hand beneath Flowey’s face and shifted it upwards so his gaze rested on the trees.

“Especially the ones not on the ground.”

Sunlight beamed through the branches, lighting the trees aflame with color and vibrance. Flowey let out a sigh despite himself as somewhere deep within him a singular knot unraveled. 

Frisk was right, star admitted. This was so much better than the leaves underground. To say the least.

Flowey grudgingly tore his head away from the sight and looked at Frisk, aggravated to see that they were covering their mouth again. “What?” The question came out less aggressive than he’d intended.

“Nothing. You just looked so starstruck. You REALLY need to get out more. And maybe look up more. Though I see how that could be a problem, considering.” They moved their hands a foot apart and grinned.

“What’s that even supposed to—HEY!”

Frisk giggled. Flowey adamantly fought any desire to join in. He was not about to injure his pride in such a manner. Flowey took a deep breath. No need to acknowledge what they’d said, that would only encourage them, it would only—

A little ways away from star, Flowey heard Frisk whisper a single word. “Shortie.”

Flowey launched himself off the windowsill. “YOU WANNA SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU LITTLE—”

They found themselves breathless on the floor, Flowey claiming it was from rage and knowing it was from laughter.

[rosenclaws]

Can I get a brunch date, sitting in a booth, with Eddie and he's like begging to fuck and persuading him yo wait till after brunch but he can't help himself so he goes crazy whrn they get home

I'm no writer and I love your works

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, dirty talk

wc: 535

a/n: God Eddie is so fucking hot I need him bro adslkfjadskf

This really was torture for Eddie. He promised you a nice brunch date at a fancy cafe that just opened up but you had to wear the prettiest fucking dress and that lipstick that you always wear when you...you know.

So it's like a natural reaction for him. At least that's what he tells you. His leg is bouncing in the booth as you kindly order your food.

"Baby you're killing me." He whispers in your ear as he pulls you closer to him. The place is busy so no one notices just how desperate Eddie seems to be.

"Hm?" You play dumb as you take a sip of your water.

"Baby.." He groans when your hand brushes his crotch as you reach for your purse.

"You promised Eddie," You say with a pout.

Though you planned for exactly this. The best sex you have with Eddie is when he's riled up. So you put on the things you knew would make him crazy and based on the way he's squirming in his seat its working.

"I know but what if I promise you the best orgasm of your life?" He smiles but you shake your head. He groans and pulls you closer to him. Burying his face in your neck.

"This is going to kill me."

The whole brunch Eddie can't focus. He's constantly whispering dirty things in your ear.

"The food is good but I know something better."

"We could go to the bathroom real quick baby."

"I could fuck you right here with my fingers."

He was getting to you. You wanted him bad and he was ready to bend you over and take you right there. The waiter moved too slow as he came by with the check.

Eddie mumbles something before getting out of the booth. He's opening his wallet and slams a hundred down on the table. It's more than your meal but he doesn't care. He's practically dragging you out of the restaurant.

"Thanks man keep the change!" He yells over his shoulder as you're already out the door.

His lips are on you the moment you're back home. His hands tearing into your dress and your fumbling with his belt.

"Fucking tease." He hisses as he lifts his shirt over his head. Breaking the kiss for only a moment. Clothes are thrown around as you stumble to the bed.

"You like it." You bite back as you kick your panties off.

Both of you completely naked as he kicks open the door. He grabs you by the waist and puts you on the bed. He spreads your legs and leans down, licking up your cunt slowly. Savoring the taste he's been dreaming about all morning. Your legs close around his head but he forces them apart.

"Open up baby." He growls. He crawls up your body, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys on his way up.

"You know what I was thinking earlier, all the ways I could tear you apart until you're nothing but a whimper, quivering mess for me." He whispers. A shiver runs up your spine as you tilt your head back. Moaning at his words, at the promise of what's to come.

"Now be good and roll over for me, think I'm gonna start from the back today."

[falafelluva]

; 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 II - 𝐤. 𝐲𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐳 ✮

summary: long distance can be challenging, especially when a busy schedule is involved.

warnings: idek

author’s note: part I

The following day felt like an eternity. After the phone call with Kenan, you had spent the night tossing and turning, replaying every moment in your head—you understood that he was under immense pressure, but it didn’t make his words any easier to swallow.

Around noon, your phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Kenan,

“Can we talk?”

To nobody’s surprise, he didn’t follow up with any details, leaving you feeling anxious and uncertain. You didn’t respond immediately, unsure of what to say or how to feel.

Later that evening, you were sitting on your bed, in a warm hoodie—Kenan’s hoodie to be exact, staring at the wall, when you heard a soft knock at the door.

Your heart raced as you looked toward the sound. You always got nervous whenever somebody would knock at the door, whether it was announced or not.

Tentatively, you stood up and walked to the door. When you opened it, you were met with the sight of Kenan, standing there with a slightly sheepish expression, hands shoved deep in his pockets. His hair was a bit messy, and he looked like he’d just woken up from one of his usual naps.

“Kenan? What are you doing here?” you asked, confusion swirling in your mind.

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied quickly, looking down at his shoes for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “Can we take a walk and uhhh… talk it out or something?”

You hesitated, the tension from your last conversation still lingering in the air. But something in his eyes told you he was serious, and perhaps a walk would help clear the air.

“Okay, let me just grab my coat,” you said softly, turning to the side to grab a winter coat, not taking any risks before stepping out of the door.

The evening air was cool and refreshing, a welcome contrast to the storm of emotions from the day before—as you both walked in silence for a moment, you could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you.

Finally, Kenan broke the silence, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“Look, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I was just… overwhelmed. Everything’s so intense at camp, and I took it out on you.”

You glanced over at him, noticing the sincerity in his eyes. “I get that, Kenan, but it hurt when you said those things. I just want to be there for you.”

He nodded, looking guilty. “I know. I didn’t mean it. I just felt like everything was crashing down around me, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I should’ve just talked to you instead of shutting you out.”

You both walked a bit further in silence, the weight of the conversation hanging heavily between you. “It’s just hard being apart,” you admitted finally. “I want to support you, but I need you to let me in.”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s not easy for me either,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I could handle everything, but I realized I need you in my corner. It’s just… different without you here.”

The honesty in his words warmed your heart, and you felt some of the tension start to ease. “I want to be there for you, but you need to communicate with me. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Right, right. I’ll do better,” he promised, looking serious for a moment. “I don’t want to lose you over this.”

As you continued walking, you felt a sense of hope blooming between you. “So, are you staying for a while? You were supposed to be at camp, right?”

He chuckled lightly, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “Yeah, I was, but I decided I needed a break. Plus, I couldn’t just let you be upset over my dumb comments. I had to come see you.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile breaking through despite the earlier tension. “So you just ditched camp to come here?”

“Pretty much,” he admitted, shrugging casually. “But honestly, seeing you is worth it.”

‘how sweet.. I guess’ you thought, holding back a sly grin.

As you both walked a bit further, you felt the chill of the night air seep through your jacket. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Noticing, Kenan slowed down and looked at you with a faint smirk. “Really? With a jacket on?” he teased, and before you could reply, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warmth.

You leaned into him, feeling your heartbeat steady as he held you close. The two of you sat down on a nearby bench, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the night.

He didn’t say anything more, just kept his arms around you, his chin resting on top of your head as you watched the stars overhead.

In the darkness, it felt like the world was just the two of you. The silence was no longer heavy but comforting, a space where you could both let go of the tension from the past day.

After a while, Kenan murmured softly, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you… for being here, even when I mess up.”

You closed your eyes, taking in his words and the warmth of his embrace. “Just promise me you’ll let me in next time,” you whispered.

“I promise,” he replied, holding you a little tighter. And as the night stretched on, you both sat in that quiet space, knowing that no matter what challenges came your way, you’d face them together.

“Am I really an inconvenience to you tho?” you asked, making Kenan groan out loud— you always had to push his buttons no matter how sweet the moment was.

“No, please shut that sweet mouth of yours, being a smartass is not a good look on you..” he muttered, his thumb slightly rubbing over your cheekbones—making you giggle and just lean into his touch, deciding to just let things be.

oh how you love that man.

[the-poppy-outie-effect]

only the biggest brained individuals understand that Grif is actually the smartest of the reds and blues. only the wisest among us know that it takes a genius to get away with the bullshit he gets into on the daily. only the sharpest crayons in the box get that Grif has been playing everyone the entire show and only acts dumb so everyone underestimates him. only the smartiest of pantses can comprehend him.

[banditblvd]

Trying out this whole "animation" thing, it's kind of a small niche community though so idk

[figofswords]

anybody remember the stephanie brown essay I was working on under a research grant fully last summer? yeah it’s not done yet it super needs to be done and I’ve been avoiding working on it for weeks. someone tell me to just do it already

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING