#sometimes you have a choice between sleeping and just HANGING OUT WITH YOUR TWIN and doing smth FUN

[tangledinink]

WHAT DO THE GEMINI TWINS THINK OF COFFEE

Do they get to drink coffee?

These motherfuckers both LOVE coffee, are you kidding me? Hell yeah they get coffee. Only the fanciest of shits for them, of course. Donnie drinks it WAY more often, but Leo isn't going to look like a little kid and NOT have the occasional espresso, too.

Donnie drinks it like there's no tomorrow (though Mama will chide him in public for appearance's sake,) he genuinely loves it. Leo has grown to enjoy it over time, though he initially hated it and only drank it to try to fit in/look cool. They are both,,,, somewhat addicted. They keep VERY busy schedules, being celebrities and all, and don't always get the most sleep.

[white-sinner]

Welcome home little brother

Obey me x eight little brother reader

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we all know that sometimes it's the younger brother who either covers our asses or resolves conflicts (or most of the time he pisses us off) and here's the case send your condolences to the brothers because M/N this time really messed up but maybe this will help the brothers understand each other better?

being the youngest sometimes has advantages such as for example you don't find yourself in stupid arguments between your brothers but today you really couldn't take it anymore and since this morning they have been arguing and now it's almost time to sleep!

this is how the brothers are arguing right now:

M/N: that's enough! I've been putting up with you all morning with these fucking quarrels now stop!

all 7 stopped as if you paused until someone breaks the silence

Levi: It's not my fault that Mammon doesn't give me my money back!

Mammon: Now don't try to blame it all on me!

Satan: the two of them are always less irritating than Lucifer!

in a fraction of a second they were arguing again

M/N: Why don't you try putting yourself in each other's shoes?

Lucifer: as if these six could survive with my sin

Satan: what do you think?! is mine easy?!

from here an idea came to you do you remember that a few weeks ago Solomon gave you a potion that came out wrong you wanted to throw it away but now you have found a use for it

M/N: all seven of you drink this

Beel: What is this?

M/N: a potion of swap all seven of you will trade your sins for a day so you'll figure out how to live with each other's sins for a day

All: perfect so this assholes will understand what I have to live with!

all the brothers drank the potion while you explained what sins they will have: Lucifer will have the sin of Mammon,Mammon that of Lucifer,Levi that of Satan,Satan that of Asmo,Asmo that of Levi and the twins that of the other twin

M/N: ok now go to sleep in the room of which brother you have the sin and tomorrow morning the day will begin swap will begin

In the morning the differences during breakfast could already be seen from the following morning Belphie ate more than usual but much more, Beel sleeps on the table, Satan is looking at himself, Levi it ​​seemed that anything could make him explode the only ones who seemed normal were Asmo, Lucifer and Mammon

everyone at the RAD was confused luckily you had warned Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon and Luke of the situation the night before with a message, Lord Diavolo was very excited to think it was a good opportunity for the brothers to understand each other better (poor naive)

but as soon as you got home later because you had to talk to a professor the scene was..

Mammon:LUCIFER!

Lucifer was hanging on the wall, Mammon was scolding him, Levi had erupted he was in his demon form and was shouting at Satan because he kept making videos, Belphie was gobbling up the kitchen, Beel was sleeping soundly on the floor and Asmo was with headphones in his ears looking at you with a look: either you shut them up or I commit mass murder, the choice is yours

It took you 49 minutes to calm them down except for Mammon who kept glare at Lucifer

dinner was quick since you could no longer mentally cope with these 7 crazy people and you just wanted this day to end

The day after

M/N: so what was it like to live with the sins exchanged?

All: I admit it’s more difficult than it seems

Levi: How the fuck does Satan keep his cool even for an hour?!

Lucifer: I never thought I'd say this but mammon with too much pride scares me

Mammon:*look at Lucifer* I don't know if that would be a compliment or an insult

Satan: I guess I'll read one of my libraries again to forget what I did yesterday and someone remind me to delete my entire phone gallery…

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[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: Not edited this is a first draft and it's STAYING a first draft, only two more chapters to go! -Danny Words: 2,199 Masterlist Previous chapter // Next chapter

2014

The next morning Harry woke up feeling like he was made of cement. Bruises had formed throughout the night, and unfortunately, not all of them had been made by Mel. It had been a closer call than he'd led his wife to believe, but there was no point in worrying her when he was back in —mostly— one piece.

The night prior, Mel had given him all the good news he'd missed while being away, as well as some fresh gossip about Reg and Emily Flint he had definitely not expected, but Mel was not at all surprised by it. She was rarely surprised by anything now that she was older, but Harry still took pride in being one of those who could still take her by surprise.

He was home, in bed with the love of his life, and his children were peacefully sleeping in the other rooms, which gave him a sense of unaltered bliss he'd missed. Harry pushed himself sideways to wrap his arm around Mel and pull her closer, but the moment he tried to, his muscles cried out in pain and he grunted, scooting closer instead.

Mel stirred slightly, the movement behind her after so long sleeping alone bringing her out of her slumber. "Harry?" She spoke groggily.

He hushed her tenderly, speaking against her hair. "Go back to sleep."

"Are you hungry?" She asked, her nurturing instincts immediately kicking in as her memory started functioning. "Merlin, I should change the bandage on your face—"

"Mel, shut up," he groaned, "m'alright, I just want to go back to sleep..."

The woman in his hold relaxed, hearing the weariness in his voice. "Very well," she conceded gently. "The children will wake up soon enough and drag us out of bed anyway, as soon as they realize you're back..."

He groaned again, though his chest fluttered with anticipation. He'd missed those lovely youthful brats of his as much as he'd missed Mel. "No..."

Mel's speech relented, as time went by she'd had no choice but to admit that sometimes silence was much better than keeping a conversation going just to hear someone grumble a "you're right". 

They managed to sleep another hour before hasty, thunderous steps came flying up the stairs after the twins discovered their father's travel cloak hanging by the door.

"DAD!" They were shouting all the way to their parents's room. "DADDY! YOU'RE BACK!"

Their door slammed open and in came two ten-year-olds, both with thick light-brown hair and eyes brimming with tears. Mel sat up and blindly opened her arms to tackle the children before they could drop onto their father's beaten body. She trapped them in a hug.

"Wait! Emmeline, James, stop!" Mel groaned, trying to contain them. "Your father is tired! He came home very late last night!" She of course left out the part in which Harry's sleep had been pushed back for another two whole hours as soon as she got her hands on him. 

Harry carefully sat up, rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses. In the little time it took him to come out of his drowsiness, two other children had joined the fight, trying to climb over their poor mother to reach him.

"Mellow, s'alright, let them," he mumbled groggily. 

"But..." she glanced at him worryingly. Harry's body was conveniently covered with a long-sleeved shirt so the children couldn't see his injuries, but she knew they were there. 

"Whatever they do, I'll take happily," He didn't need to say it plainly for her to understand. The pain inflicted by the fierce hugs of his sons and daughters would be wonderful torture to him.

Mel dropped the defences, and the twins jumped into their father's arms. The woman reached down and pulled Lily up, while Matthew climbed on his own and sneaked his way in between the twins to cling to his father. All of them were crying.

"I'm alright," Harry chuckled, though his eyes were stinging too. "Have you lot been good to your mother?"

"Proper angels, Dad," James said proudly, burying his face on Harry's shoulder.

"You're hurt, daddy!" Emmeline wept, staring at the bandage over his face like it was something dreadful.

"Just a scratch," Harry dismissed it. "Tripped over a tree branch—you know how your mother is always telling you not to run when there are trees?"

Mel laughed. "You see, loves, your mother is trying to stop you from losing an eye."

Lily's eyes widened in horror. "You're blind, daddy?"

"No!" Mel quickly eased her. "Sorry, love, mummy's being silly..."

Harry chuckled, reaching to pull Lily into the group hug. His arms still burned, but he found the discomfort easy to endure when he was being showered with affection. "I'll be good as new once you're mother fixes my face, and then we can all have a picnic outside. Good?"

The children all jumped and squealed, quickly running out of tears. They kissed his father effusively, and then, in turn, did the same to Mel for good measure, then they entangled themselves from their parents and slipped out the room, with little Matthew hesitating by the door and holding onto the knob gently.

"Would you like me to close the door, mummy?"

Melt always melted at Matty's gentle nature, he looked like Harry on the outside minus the glasses, but he seemed to be taking after his namesakes, her father and Moony. 

"Yes, dear, thank you."

"Thank you, Matt," Harry yawned, lying back on the bed carefully.

The door swung back until it clicked shut and Mel looked over at Harry with a gentle smile. "That was a really sweet thing to do, you know? You could've asked them to let you have this day to recover."

Harry made a face, his eyes still closed. "You think I want to spend yet another day alone after weeks of it?" He snorted. "Fat chance. I want to be surrounded by their screams, so I can feel better about going back to work this Monday."

Mel laughed, nodding with a playful grin. "Ah, you're a smart man, Glasses."

He smiled up at her, reaching for her hand and pulling it up to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles. "Yes, I am. Aren't you happy you married me?"

The woman smiled, lying down and gently pulling his face in for a kiss. "Every day."

"It'll be alright," Ron said lightheartedly as everyone started to gather their things to go to the Quidditch stadium. "Nobody cares about us anymore."

Fred snorted. "Have you been living under a rock?"

"People care," Erick groaned as he struggled to contain his daughters and son. "It's the first time in almost a decade that the lot of us go out together in public."

"One would think they don't care, seeing as we haven't done anything out of the ordinary for almost ten years," Neville said humbly.

"Well, Nev, not to be rude, but that's just a few of us," Anne spoke as she helped Erick get their youngest in line. "Mel, Harry, Ron and Hermione continue to keep us on their toes..."

"Speaking of," George piped in with a smirk. "When are we getting the latest discovery courtesy of our favourite Dumbledore?"

"I believe Uncle Abe is on holiday," Regulus replied teasingly. 

Mel walked past him, slapping the back of his head and pretending it was an accident when her mother started to scold her.

"Alright!" Remus clapped to get everyone's attention. "Time to go! Ted, keep your brother close—Thomas, stop bothering Josie! You Potters are ready?"

Harry had James and Matthew firmly held by the back of their cloaks. "Ready."

Mel was holding her eldest daughter's hand while Regulus had Lily on his back, giggling maniacally. Ron was carrying Rose in the same way while Hugo was obediently following his mother wherever she went without needing to be told to do so.

"Go on, then! Before I get any older!" Emily Sultens urged the large crowd—and after so many years and marriages, their friend group had indeed grown to an impressive size—to leave the tent. 

The Potters stuck together out of habit. The children, even though they weren't fully aware of the amount of fame their parents carried everywhere they went, had been taught since toddlers to stick together in unknown places. Even so, Mel was feeling a type of anxiety she hadn't felt in years.

"Oi," Harry said gently, elbowing her as he walked closer to her. "Ron's right, you know? It'll be alright. We'll have fun, and it's safe," he grins. "And even if it weren't, I would trust you to make it so in an instant."

Mel looked at him and tried to look cheery, but there was a reason why she didn't enjoy attending large events with the children being as young. She couldn't help but think of herself and Harry at their age, constantly bullied and ostracized. 

She wanted nothing more than to ensure her daughters and sons would never have to choose between being happy or being safe. So far she'd believed it was going well, but it was harder to control in places such as this one.

"Are you panicking?" Erick's knowing tone evoked an instant sense of annoyance in her as he approached with Amy and Eliot in each hand. "You look like you're panicking. I bet Fred and George you'd get even worse than I would with the overprotective attitude."

"Flint, you're not helping," Harry groaned.

"And who said I was trying to?" He raised a brow smirking. "But just so you know, Mellow, Skeeter is somewhere around and if she sees you like this she'll write about your decaying sanity and how unfit you are to continue working as the Head of your department."

"She can go—"

"The children," Harry warned her before she could curse.

"It'll be fine," she claimed stubbornly.

"Yes, alright, now to a more important subject," Erick leaned closer and frowned. "Is your brother trying to woo my daughter?"

"Which daughter?" Mel played dumb, but her eyes betrayed her, as well as Harry's inability to face Erick properly.

The man didn't need to hear more. "Bloody hell," he grumbled. "I don't know if I should feel happy, or betrayed."

Mel snorted. "You know Regulus since he was quite literally just born. Be happy."

"Yeah," Harry shrugged. "Could be worse. Emily could've been like Mel and show up at your doorstep with a new boyfriend every summer."

Mel had to refrain from tripping his husband in public.

"Matt!" Ron reached out to catch the young boy before he could fall to his death from his seat. "Merlin's beard, boy, you may look like Harry but you're your mother's son alright!"

Mel stopped shouting at the quidditch players before her to look down at her son, eagerly leaning over the railing just like she tended to do while watching quidditch. The sight made her heart swell. 

"Thanks for saving my son," Mel turned to Ron with amusement while Harry pulled Matt back to his seat and handed him one of the baked brownies Luna had brought for sharing.

"Oh my!" Hermione blushed, nudging Ron and squeezing Mel's wrist. "Look at that!"

She wasn't looking at the game, instead, Hermione had spotted Teddy Lupin shamelessly trapped in quite the snog session with Victoire Weasley. Remus was glancing anxiously at the pair, his ears scarlet red, while Tonks kept smirking and whispering things to him, probably making jokes about the irresistible charm of a Lupin. 

Regulus was dutifully watching Bill and Fleur so they wouldn't stomp Teddy to death. Or he was trying to, at least, because Emily Flint was next to him, and even though her attention was on the game, every time something exciting happened she would hold onto him, making him lose his focus.

"Look at that," Ron repeated, this time with chagrin. "Do you remember how we were at their age?"

"They're all different ages," Mel pointed out to tease him.

He rolled his eyes. "You get my point, you idiot."

"Oi, don't call my wife an idiot," Harry playfully jabbed him, and for a second the 34-year-old men were back to being a pair of teens wrestling to pass the time. 

"Enough!" Hermione scolded them, pulling Ron away with little effort, but he immediately stepped back. "And yes, to answer the question I do. Because we were their age when we attended Hogwarts all together for the last time."

Mel hummed, the familiar tug that always threatened to pull her back into some painful memories coming back with considerable force. "We were also fourteen when we first attended a Quidditch final, and it was also Bulgaria, remember?"

"And Krum was playing," Harry smiled, pulling her by the waist. "And you got jealous because I went stupid over the veelas."

"Fourteen," Hermione hums thoughtfully. "That is Elizabeth's age, is it not?"

"And Thomas..." Ron added in the same way.

Mel added, as if it was suddenly dawning on her. "The twins will go to Hogwarts next year."

They exchanged a look of surprise. Where had the time gone? One day it was just the four of them and the rest of their friends, wrestling in the castle hallways and giggling to each other late at night in the girl's dormitory, and next thing they knew they were parents, watching their sons and daughters flirt with friends thinking their parents weren't watching.

"MUM! MUM, LOOK!" Matthew grasped her wrist and pulled her back to the edge of the booth, pointing at the Brazilian chaser he was a fan of. Mel instantly forgot all her worries.

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[depressopax]

Hello!! I cannot get enough of your Dale Cooper fics and i was wondering if could request a little something? I was thinking either they/them or ftm reader (your choice) that is sharing a bed with Cooper at the Great Northern. They are partners who have been pining after each other for a while now, and reader ends up having a wet dream while laying next to him. Maybe Cooper wakes them up and as they are fumble around trying to apologize, he confesses his crush? It could lead to soft smut or even something more desperate between the two.

Im just spitballing here, i just can't stop thinking about Dale sitting all flustered next to his partner in bed😭

Thank you!!!

Hi there anon! Thank you for your request, and I'm sorry it took me so long to write this! It's been a while, but if you see this - I hope you like it! Have a good day <3

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut & fluff Warning(s): Smut BUT with plot, cuss words, Dale being a slut for reader, sexual tension. Reader is gender-neutral (they/them pronouns!) Words: 1.6k Summary: Dale’s reaction to reader having a wet dream about him. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

Dreams come true

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Dale Cooper x gn!reader

“Dale…” 

He’s just lying there on the double bed, afraid to move a muscle in case you wake up. It feels like the moans are filling the room. It’s hard to do anything - think, move, fall back asleep. He’s relieved the room is so dark and hides the fact he’s a blushing mess. 

“Dale…” you murmur, your sleepy voice laced in arousal. In the dream, you’re making out. He’s touching you in all the right places, causing your body to arch up into his palm, desperate for more. More, Dale… 

Whilst you’re in pure heaven, the sleep occupied by the wet dream, Cooper feels like he’s stuck in a nightmare. You’re dreaming of him and moaning his name. He’s the reason you’re visibly turned on right now, and it drives him crazy.  Yet, there’s nothing he can do, but listen… 

His mind is torn between Just wake them up - and let them dream for a bit more… 

Yesterday, the two of you arrived at the Town of Twin Peaks. Entering the Great Northern caused you to gasp, never having been at a fancy hotel like this before - for free. Being a special agent has it’s perks sometimes. Dale chuckled.

“Hey… You’re gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that.” 

You were quick to close your mouth, which you had not realized was hanging open from awe. 

“Shut up, Coop.” you had replied with a grin, nudging him to the side. Finding the reception desk took a while, both of you were too impressed with the hotel, and even got lost whilst exploring the big lobby. The receptionist greeted you with a kind smile and Cooper talked for the both of you.

You are co-workers, both part of the FBI and currently working on the complex Laura Palmer case. 

“Ah, Mr. Cooper. I’m very sorry, but it seems like the booking is for one room only.” Your heart had stopped momentarily. “We are very sorry, and will fix you another room by tomorrow. Would sharing rooms be okay for the two of you, only for tonight?” 

Dale looked at you, and if you saw it right, he was flustered too. 

“Yea. That’s fine.” you had replied, with a dry voice.

Next shock came once settled in the fancy room, decorated with dark tree furnitures, red rugs and armchairs, and a king sized bed in the middle. Double bed. 

“I uhh… I can sleep on the floor, if you want.” Dale offered. There was nothing more you wanted than to tell him it was ok, and that you could share bed. But the look on his face, and the confusing feelings within you made you answer without thinking twice: “Yea. That’d be great.” 

“So.. Let’s leave the bags here and head down to the police station, yea?” Dale desperately tried changing subjects, something you were relieved over.

“Yes, let’s go.”

By the end of the day, and after dinner at a cozy café called Double R Diner, you arrived at the hotel room. 

“That was some damn good coffee!” 

You couldn’t help but find Dale’s enthusiasm adorable, loving the way his dark eyes light up whenever he speaks about something he’s passionate about. 

“You and your coffee.” you shook your head and he chuckled.

“I don’t know… You seemed to like it, too! And I’m not forgiving you for stealing a bite of my cherry pie!”

“It was your second slice! And I didn’t know you’d return from the bathroom so damn quickly!”

“I caught you red handed!”

“What are you gonna do about it, Coop?” you cooed. His face heated up and he let out a nervous laughter. 

“That’s the question, huh?” He swallowed hard. Fuck, why do they make me so nervous? His gaze landed on the smile on your lips. God, their lips look so soft. 

“Coop?” your voice woke him from the trance. 

“Sorry. I’m tired.” his hands were shaking as he unlocked the door to the hotel room, and he hoped you didn't notice. But you did. 

So came the night. You sat up in bed and watched Dale twist and turn on the couch, with a blanket thrown over him. 

“Coop?” 

“Hmm?” He looked at you, trying to not look down at that adorable pajamas you were wearing. Be a gentleman. He thought, whilst fighting the complicated feelings within. 

“Are you alright over there?”

“Yea.” A fake smile. The bed looks so comfortable. 

You sighed.

“Dale. This is ridiculous. We’re both grown-ups. I’m sure we can share a bed.” 

His heart skipped a beat. Shit, shit, shit. 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You could never make me uncomfortable.” And you meant it. Besides, the thought of sleeping next to him made your body heat up. As he finally climbed up in the king sized bed next to you, both your hearts beat in union, unaware of the effect you had on each other. 

“Big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Yea. This case is tricky.” Dale frowned.

“Nothing we can’t solve. Together.”

The last part almost came out like a whisper. Dale smiled in reply. 

“Together.”

Only two hours later, he lies wide awake. So much for a good night's sleep. He clutches the blanket tighter around him, as if trying to hide the growing erection from his own gaze. Just wake them up. 

“Fuck…” you murmur, and turn around in sleep. You turn sideways, now facing him. Oh god. Your lips slightly parted, soft moans escaping your mouth. Dale stares in awe. He feels like a fucking creep, but oh, you look so damn beautiful. The blanket covering your body moves with the rise and falls of your chest. His gaze wanders down. He wonders if you’re wet, from thinking of him. If the blanket makes your body warm and sweaty. He wonders… He sits up quickly. I can’t do this. Fuck. 

Dale thinks he’s being quiet, that you’re a heavy sleeper. But the sound of him moving makes you blink your eyes open. 

“Coop?” your voice is hoarse from sleep, confusion lacing it. 

He sits on the side of the bed, his feets on the floor, and hands resting in his lap. 

What is… You blush up. Shit. The dream. Wet dream. Did he hear it? You feel like sinking into the floor from humiliation. Fuck fuck, fuck! 

Dale doesn’t turn around, despite hearing your voice. So soft, so sleepy. 

“I’m sorry…” you whisper. Covering your face in your palms, you try gathering your thoughts. Your body still feels warm, sweaty and tingly, down there. Fuck. “Sorry.” 

You repeat, and this time, Dale turns around. A twinge of anxiety courses through him when he sees you. You look so embarrassed, so guilty.

“Hey… Hey…” 

His voice is soft now. He turns his body around to face you. He hopes you won’t notice the bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. With a gentle yet firm movement, he grabs your hands and pulls them away, revealing your red face to him. His soft brown eyes gazes into yours and it feels like the world stops spinning. He’s so damn beautiful. You wish you could trace your fingers over that sharp jawline, and feel his lips all over you. 

“Don’t say sorry. Alright? You have nothing to be sorry about, dear.”

You believe him. He’s always honest, even when you wish he weren’t. But this time, it feels good. The only sound in the room is the ticking clock on the wall, and the mangled breaths from you and Dale. 

“You’re beautiful.” he murmurs. The shock on your face quickly turns into admiration.

“So are you.” 

“And… I’m honored to be part of your dreams. Especially those dreams.” he chuckles, and a smile spreads across your face. It warms his heart. “I like you, a lot.”

“Dale, I swear to god… If I’m still dreaming-”

His lips press against yours. They feel soft and smooth - perfect - against yours. Like they were meant to be together. 

“You’re not dreaming.” to prove his point further, he pinches your cheek. You giggle and pinch his nose back. “...And I’m not dreaming either. That’s good.” 

You lean forward again, feeling his smile against your lips as you kiss again. This time, you slip your tongue in his mouth. A muffled moan escapes his lips, and you feel more hot and bothered than before. This isn’t a dream. It was, but now it’s reality. You cup Dale’s face and bring him down with you when lying in bed. He props himself up, on top of you, one elbow on each side of you.

“I like you too, by the way.” you whisper. Dale looks at you with heavy lid eyes. He looks so damn dreamy. 

“I’m glad.” The next kiss is more demanding, and he presses his body down against yours. Now, you feel the bulge press against your lower abdomen, and it makes you gasp. 

“Sorry…” he whispers.

“Don’t say sorry, alright?” You say, repeating his words. He chuckles and looks at you with admiration. But he also looks shy.

“Can I touch you?” he asks hoarsely, almost pleading to feel you. All of you.

“Please.” 

He pulls the covers from your body, and his hands explore your body, the touch feather light. Everywhere. Every inch. When his hand slides into your pants, and down to your groin, you moan his name softly. 

“Dale…” you gasp.

“I’m here, dear. And I’m not going anywhere.” 

With that, he trails wet kisses down your body, and everything else fades. Only this time, it’s real.

Some dreams do come true.

ANDDDD there we go! My first fic in like two months YAY Thank you all for supporting me and for waking my account up from the dead with your kind words and fun requests LOL <3 If you liked this, feel free to reblog and comment! Love y'all

[dark-and-kawaii]

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 : Makki and Matsukawa would totally share the same pussy and that thought alone makes my brain go brrr 🥴 same with tsumu and samu sharing 💦 do you think ushi would share with tendo sorry my brain is on a three way kick

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Hanamaki x Reader x Matsukawa - Atsumu x Reader x Osamu - Ushijima x Reader x Tendou

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : NSFW - Fluff - I love them

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮 : I 100% agree they would be in a poly relationship with you xoxo and thats how it would be. But again I'm going to try and capture how they'd actually be when sharing xoxo I hope you like it!!! I hope I captured them xoxo!!!

Matsukawa and Makki 100% are both in a relationship with you and they love every minute of it.

They don't do anything with one another but they sure as hell do a lot to you. Making you break between them is something they both look forward to damn near every day.

Matsukawa works during the day and because Makki is currently jobless he's left to "take care" of you. Don't worry, Makki makes sure you're nice and satisfied before you leave the house. Makes sure you leave feeling full, if you catch my drift. 

Speaking of being full, you'll more than likely be with them for the long run because they honestly couldn't imagine being with anyone else… and they both want a kid… of their own. 

They will be filling you up with their cum till you're nice and pregnant, and there isn't really a plan. They both just fuck you and see who's kid comes first. 

If Makki's kid comes first then you're off limits until Matsukawa gets you pregnant… they aren't trying to raise more than two kids… Neither of them could afford it as much as they'd love to see you pregnant 24/7.

Both are protective of you. If you're at a bar with them and they see some guy getting handsy with you they will come up behind you- Makki snakes his arm around your waist while Matsukawa wraps his arms around your neck. 

They'll put on a small show for the ass hat who dared tried to swoop you up,  Makki starts to raise your sexy little dress and Matsukawa begins to mark your neck. 

After the guy hastily makes his way out of the bar -stumbling in the process- Matsu and Makki push you in the men's restroom to have some fun with you. 

Osamu and Atsumu will share you for about a year or two before Atsumu breaks down and forces you on the spot to pick one of them. 

You didn't ever see yourself being in such a  predicament, but here you were… stuck between the Miya twins as they fight over who gets to date you. 

Atsumu is the one who grabs you by your arm and pins you to his chest, his other hand running through your hair "(y/n) knows who the better choice is!"

Osamu is next to grab you by your arm and yank you to his own chest, "Do ya feel threatened by ya much better lookin twin!!"

Atsumu was furious and in a blind rage he thought what he was saying was the best thing "HOW BOUT WE SHARE HER THEN!" 

His plan was to prove to you he was the better twin…

Its not all the time, but now and then they will both tag team you and spit roast you.

Atsumu isn't a fan of sharing -even though this was his idea…  he's an idiot-.

Osamu isn't really a fan of it either. Samu however won't ever admit it�� but he loves to smirk at his brother devilishly when pounding into your tight cunt. Making you scream his name and moan in pure bliss. He knows he's bigger than Atsumu and it makes him cum ten times harder knowing he can please you and reach deeper than his twin. 

Thus what starts to claw at Atsumu. He knows he knows much better tricks and moves in bed but the way you moan for Osamu is different.

Samu hates it when he's trying to sleep and Atsumu has you caged underneath him, pounding you raw and making you scream as he bites down on your neck. Osamu likes a sleep schedule and Atsumu loves fucking it up with your help.

There are decent days where they do actually enjoy sharing you. 

Osamu will make you your favorite for lunch and Atsumu will have you in his lap while you and him both eat samu's delicious meal. It makes Osamu smile tenderly, watching both you and his twin enjoy his food. 

Atsumu enjoys walking in on you and Samu playing video games, his twin laying atop of you lazily while smashing the B button. It makes Atsumu want to jump on the two of you, so he does :). 

Nights like those usually end with all three of you curled up. Osamu with half his body on you and Atsumu wrapping himself around your other half. Or you'll be snuggled into Osamu’s back and Atsumu will be spooning you. They don't admit it until it's the end of the relationship, but they both really liked sleeping like that. 

Both keep an eye on you when out in public and to be honest no one ever tries to mess with you when they're around, it's nice.

About a year and a half goes by and Atsumu is starting to make it big, more girls are trying to get him in their bed and he hates it. He wants you and only you. He wants a family. 

Osamu is starting to feel similar feelings, he wants a child to feed his food to, he wants you to himself in his own bed and he wants you to work at his restaurant with him…

You're all having dinner when Atsumu aggressively slams him utensils down and stands up dramatically, "Ya gotta pick (y/n), me or him." Both him and Samu's heads are hanging low… one of their hearts were about to shatter, they just hoped it wasn't theirs. 

You were originally JUST Tendou's girlfriend. He doesn't share, and you sure as hell didn't want some grimey girl to put their hands on him. 

But, things change and now Ushijima is on top of you pounding into you as if you were going to be his last lay. His cock slamming into your cervix as you cry fresh tears. 

Ushijima looks up at Tendou who is now caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears, "its okay, she's enjoying it.  My little bunny is just really sensitive and is trying to hold back her climax." 

Ushijima has never had a girlfriend before and he never really was interested in one until he met you. He was jealous of you and Tendou and eventually his guessing best friend caught on. 

Tendou is the one who offered Ushijima to join in the next time you and him had sex,  that it would only be a one time thing. But that one time turned into another time and then a third time until finally it was just a normal thing.

Now you have two tall men in your life who want nothing more than to please you and make you happy. 

When they're both out at the mall or grabbing groceries they'll both either find a small pin for you or some small trinket and bring it home for you. Or if they're at the grocery store they will both pick out a treat specially for you.

Ushijima sometimes doesn't know what to pickout for you though so Tendou will walk up to him smiling and help, "no no, this one! She'll like these the most!"

They both enjoy curling up with you on the couch to watch movies and fall asleep. Ushi and Tendou are big babies and it always makes you giggle when they both fall asleep on you.

Bedtime is HOT, and not as in sexy hot but sweaty hot. My god both these beast put out a lot heat and as much as you try you can never roll away from them. If its not Tendou pulling you back to them its Ushi wrapping his strong arm around you so you can't move. 

Best to sleep naked or in your undies babe.

~ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

[shingia]

DATING SUNA...

in honor of this smexy middle blocker’s birthday, here are MANY hcs about what i think dating suna would be like (as exhaustively as possible) bcs he’s on my mind 25/8 <3

cw : one or two suggestive stuff, mentions of food

— EARLY RELATIONSHIP

• ok so suna would definitely not waste his time dating someone if he wasn’t truly in love

• that’s why it took him a few months to ask you out because 1. he wanted to be sure of his feelings 2. he wanted to be sure of yours 3. he was scared

• he probably acted detached at first, but it was just to compensate for the fact that you had him wrapped around your finger since day 1

• he probably didn’t officially tell his friends that you were dating and just casually kissed you before for his class (lowkey enjoyed leaving without a word while everyone else was freaking out)

• nicknames came after a few weeks, when he ‘accidentally’ called you babe after asking for a kiss. yeah he is that smooth

• because it took him so many months to ask you out, you already knew each other pretty well so he felt comfortable around you very quickly

• and he tried his best to make you feel the same if you were a bit more nervous

• honestly he couldn’t wait for you two to become closer over time <3 he's a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic

— LOVE LANGUAGE

->| QUALITY TIME

• he cherishes every single moment you spend together, even if it’s just for a few minutes between classes

• sure, there are times where you two just hang out at his place or yours, scrolling on your phones and enjoying each other’s company. but tell him once that you want to talk to him about something and you’ll have his undivided attention

• and lemme just kdjqdhvjdmsjvh real quick : eye contact. that’s how you know he’s listening, and he always leans in just enough for you to know that he’s paying attention. no phone in sight, just you.

• he doesn’t need to take you out on fancy dates for it to be called quality time, because he values impromptu face-to-face late night conversations much more than a dinner at the restaurant.

— DATES

• your first date was one of the only dates you spent outside, it was nothing extravagant you just went for coffee after school and ended up walking through the city, holding hands for the first time

• once you guys started officially dating, you realized that at-home dates were actually more your thing. but there needs to be a difference with the rest of the time you spend at home, so you always have one or two things planned like :

• cook together an elaborate meal for once, actually put an effort in the choice of the movie/tv show you’re gonna watch (and not end up watching rick and morty for the 23rd time this week), try the most questionable face masks recipes - he loves them and doesn’t even deny it

• but i feel like you guys might go out for your anniversaries, and it’s a great opportunity for him to take really nice pictures of you and update his phone’s lockscreen (he’s a huge simp)

• your dates often take place in the evening because he loves to see your face illuminated by the city lights, and he likes to know that you might get cold because he can be smooth af and give you his jacket (most of the pictures are taken when you’re wearing it)

• i think official and ‘elaborated’ dates with suna maybe occur every two weeks because he wants them to be special and likes to look forward to them

— CUDDLES

• he gets a kick out of kissing your whole face except your lips, but really he’s just waiting for you to get frustrated and kiss him yourself

• however, if you ever don’t play along he’ll stop like “wtf you’re not supposed to do nothing”

• he’ll give you lazy and passive cuddles where you just lay on top of him, hugging him while he watches something on tv or on his phone, BUT

• if he ever wraps a blanket around you then real cuddles begin. i’m talking scalp massages, back strokes, kisses, playing with your hands...

• i just know his kisses are aphrodisiac, there’s something about the way he holds your head still with his hands that’s just UGHHH

• you could be sharing a perfectly peaceful moment together and he’ll suddenly get bored and feel an urge to tickle your sides, squish your cheeks or randomly blow in your face/ear

• but god forbid you ever do that to him, he will crush you with all his weight until you can’t move

• he also uses your hand to scratch his back because he can’t do it without writhing like a cat, not that you’d complain about seeing that one day

• you two always end up dozing and losing track of time. “we stayed like that for NINETY MINUTES?” (he’d have to find an excuse for being late at practice, because there’s no way in hell he will tell the truth in front of the twins)

• it’s very likely that you guys wake up still cuddling after nine hours of sleep. i mean it’s canon that he has a good shoulder mobility so he can keep holding you even if you’ve moved in your sleep

• his biggest struggle is morning cuddles because it’s really hard for him to get out of bed and go on with his day when he’s so comfortable in bed with you

— PDA

• i think he’d adapt to your needs, he doesn’t really mind pda

• if he ever pulls you in for a hug in public, it won’t always be a soft and sweet hug, no. sometimes it might look like a literal headlock, but he’ll give you a quick peck on the head to make up for it

• in fact the only times his hugs are sweet and lovey in public are after his matches

• if atsumu ever makes fun of him for ‘being a softie’, he’ll do the exact opposite of what’s expected of him : and by that i mean ruthlessly tongue-kiss you until tsumu begs him to stop

• he uses hugs as a way to talk shit to you about someone without them realizing it

• he doesn’t necessarily hold your hand all the time but he has affectionate gestures like giving you little pats on the head or wiping dirt off of your clothes

• pokes your cheek for no reason, and that’s daily

• he’s also a fricken tease and doesn’t have any problem with gripping your thigh when you’re sat at a table :)

— COUPLE DYNAMIC

• he tries so hard to act like you’re the clingy one but everyone knows it’s a lie

• he probably has a private story called ‘being held against my will’ where it’s just him roasting you on a daily basis

• which is a great contrast with all the albums full of pictures of you in his camera roll. like i said, he’s a MAJOR SIMP

• you also have a private story called ‘exposing the truth’ and it’s filled with stolen clichés of him being a needy and whiny little bïtch (sorry i got carried away) : it’s the twins’ main source of blackmail

• i said before that suna’s a sucker for the boyfriend/bestfriend dynamic. yeah well you guys definitely have it - you can spend entire afternoons together without once acting like a couple

• he’d give you a kidney if you ever needed one, but steal one of his fries and he’ll flip your chair over without thinking twice

•  you both think that your failed attempts at being romantic are hilarious. one time he tried to kiss you under the rain but you were so cold that you couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering and yeah it was just terrible

• the efforts you put in to embarrass each other are remarkable. you once kissed him in a supermarket and he just pulled away, yelling “MOM AND DAD SAID NOT IN PUBLIC !”

— RANDOM HCS THAT GIVE ME LIFE

• remember when i said you guys would do face masks together ? yeah well suna doesn’t own any headband which means that you have to tie his hair up in two pigtails at the front (it’s too short for one ponytail or a bun hehe)

• he has a silent laugh, the kind of laugh where he just wheezes while slapping his thighs, and he has to make a conscious effort to catch his breath

• he tugs on your sleeve whenever he wants to show you something <3

• in winter he writes messages on the frost of your car’s windows. nothing cheesy, probably something along the lines of “nice ass”

• he thinks it’s hilarious that your contact name in his phone is your full name, no emojis, nothing. he even put caps at the beginning 

• he sends you 30 tiktoks per day and expects you to answer to all of them

• he makes you playlists for the dumbest things. one of them is called ‘dentist appointment vibes’

• he likes to see you wear many layers of clothing in winter because he takes great pride in being the only one to know what’s hiding under them *wink*

• when he’s driving, he often tries to be smooth and stare at you lovingly when he’s at a red light, but he always misses the moment when it turns green and the other drivers start to furiously honk at him (another failed attempt at being romantic)

• i’m gonna be honest w/ you : he’s probably effortlessly seggsy when he drives

in conclusion : you might not be the most romantic couple, but your vibes are 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 because you’re both so madly in love with each other

pspsps: here’s a link to my suna playlist that fuels my mind with thousands of scenarios 

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

[bestiesenpai]

panty raid - Maki & Mai

I do not like to limit myself and as such, lets go lesbians I’ve chosen both lol, femme reader, 984 words

Content warnings: a touch of somno(light touching), perhaps yandere if you squint

There was only one thing the Zenin twins could agree on. It wasn't lifestyle choice, fashion - they didn’t even agree on food preferences. No, the one thing they could agree on was their infatuation for you. Having met you at the same time, they both had equal footing to try and win your affection.

But it was proving harder to do than they first anticipated. You were so...shy, so nervous to pursue either of them. Perhaps you were overwhelmed by the attention they so clearly gave you, the way Maki would put her hand on the small of your back in crowds or the way Mai would compliment your outfit every time she saw you.

Sometimes, the sisters worked well together. And for once they had found a common ground. You had mentioned you liked to sleep with the window cracked on hot summer nights, assuming since you were on the upper floors of your apartment that no one would dare scale the wall and try to break in.

“We get in and we get out, got it?” Maki mumbled as she did just that, pushed the bedroom window open and rolled into your bedroom.

“You don’t have to fucking remind me.” Mai snapped back, pushing away the hand Maki held out to help her climb in. The two of them stood side by side by the window, taking in your bedroom slowly.

They’d never been inside, only seeing the lounge room as they came to get you for a hangout. It was exactly like the expected and smelled just like you. Poking around a few trinkets you had and looking at pictures on the wall, Maki found what they came here for.

“Over here.” Waving her sister over, Maki held up the first garment. A normal pair of cotton underwear, nothing special and in a plain black color. Instantly at her side, Mai wasted no time digging deeper.

“Lookie here.” Pinched between two fingers was a lacy pink pair of panties, held up to face both of them. “Who knew (Y/N) could be such a little tease.” Maki said nothing, staring at the panties hanging off Mai’s fingers with pursed lips.

Forcing air through her nose and ignoring the fierce blush on her face, Maki went for a pair in the same place Mai had found hers. White in color but identical in pattern, both girls pocketed their respective pairs.

Closing the drawer, they went to the closet next. Brazen in their actions, they threw open the closet with no hesitation, not caring for whatever sound it may make. It was like you’d told them exactly where your dirty clothes hamper was because they found it in an instant.

“Right on the top.” Maki grinned widely, grabbing the first pair she saw. Turning her back to her sister, she held the pair up to her nose and took a deep sniff; the scent of your cunt wafted up her nose and had her spine tingling.

“These must be her gym ones.” Holding up a pair that were still tangled up in a pair of tight leggings, Mai could practically feel the sweat that had accumulated in the fibers. The heady aroma was hard to miss and she took a generous whiff, letting out a gleeful giggle at smelling your body odor so strongly.

“W-we’ve spent enough time here, lets go.” Nearly a whole minute later, Maki forced herself out of her reverie. Not an ounce of shame could be found in her for breaking into your home and doing this, but she was definitely getting worked up and needed to relieve herself.

“Just a second.” Pocketing one of your hair accessories, Mai walked over to your bedside. It was amazing you managed to sleep through all that they’d done and with the strong breeze now coming in through the window.

“What’re you doing?!” Maki hissed, scrambling to try and stop Mai from touching you. But it was too late, she was already running manicured fingers up your cheek and stopping at your hairline.

“She’s absolutely beautiful, don’t ya think?” Mai had a wispy tone to her voice, as if she was in a dream with you.

“Of course she is.” Coming to her side, Maki cupped the other cheek. “(Y/N) is perfect, in every single way.” Leaning down, Maki pressed her lips to yours, careful not to move and disturb you. She was shoved away by Mai, something she expected would happen, and her sister quickly took her place.

“Don’t think you can be the only one to do that.” Pulling away from you, Mai flipped Maki off, nearly setting the other on fire with her glare. “Just because we’re doing this together doesn’t mean we’ll share everything about (Y/N).”

“Whatever you say.” Grabbing your lip balm off the bedside table, Maki pointed to the window. “Now let’s get out of here.”

It pained them to leave you, it really did. They felt at home in your room, whether you were awake or not. Both felt they belonged here, like they could climb into your bed with you and fall right asleep, waking in the morning and kissing you senseless.

“What if she finds out?” Mai whispered as she started to climb out the window, Maki right behind her.

“If she did, how would she know it was us?” Maki quirked a brow, effectively shutting Mai up.

“True.” Nodding her head, Mai began to scale down the side of the building. “Now let's get going, I can’t stand to be near you any longer.” Maki stifled a chuckle, not wanting to cause a pointless argument.

“Whatever you say little sister.”

[simpingfortheages]

//EYE CONTACT//

CORDELIA GOODE X FEM READER

(ANGST AND FLUFF)

A/N : she be looong as fuck sorry nat sorry 😂

Eyes are the gateways to the soul, words and feelings can be exchanged by a simple act of making eye contact.

Cordelia is busy and seems to no longer have time for the reader . All the reader wanted to do was help.

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Cordelia knew that being Supreme was tiresome, but she never thought that it would be to this extent. She hasn't slept in almost a week and she is pretty sure that there is coffee coarsing her veins instead of blood. Cordelia has been up, keeping track of all the suspicious activities happening around the world in hopes the cause is a witch. That's just Cordelia for you. She is always looking out for others before herself. Putting the needs of others before her own. Staying up all day and night so that she can grow and teach those in her coven. She really is deserving of Supreme. Cordelia has been trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes for the past while. Her head bobbing while filling out documents and having to shake her head ever so often to keep on track of whatever file she was reading. Cordelia's new project has been her trying to track down this other witch, however her attempts have been futile. Everytime she thinks she has a lead on the witch she seems to change location and vanish . The witch is powerful and would be a great addition to the Coven. This took a toll on her, She was snappish and everyone knew it, but no one blamed her because she was stressed, even Madison didn't annoy Cordelia or made any snarky comments. After internally debating with herself, the choice of sleep won. She shifted the stack of paper that she was currently working on to the side of the mahogany desk. She laid her arm on the desk and laid her head between the crook of the elbow while her other hand tried to massage away the 3rd on coming migraine. Her migraine for the past days were seemingly becoming worse, as though her body was begging her to stop and reset herself. She didn't have a choice at this point, she needed to rest otherwise she would have crashed and gotten less time to get work done.

Y/N's POV

I am fairly new to Ms Robichaux's academy, I was "enrolled" 3 months ago, not by choice but by force. I set my mother's boyfriend on fire out of accident. YES BY ACCIDENT.... Well maybe not all the way an accident. I got angry and let my temper get the best of me. Surprisingly I didn't get in trouble from my mother, she said something about a witch bloodline. I didn't really pay much attention to her words or have much time to react to what i did,because my mother was quick to call some witch lady whose hair was firey red and the way she spoke was regal. I later learned on the ride to the academy, that her name was Myrtle Snow. I have learnt the names of my fellow sisters Madison, Zoey, Queenie, Coco and Mallory. So far they have been fairly nice to me but I don't really interact with them much. Most of the times I keep to myself and listen to Fleetwood Mac in my room all by myself. Apparently everyone has someone to room with but me,not that I am complaining. But i must say, out of everyone in the Coven whom I've met so far, my favourite is the Surpeme. The first time we met I was taken aback by her beauty. The way her blonde hair rested delicately on her squared shoulders , the way her makeup was done in such a way that it highlighted all of her best features, which by the looks of it. It was her whole body. Her eyes were captivating , she smiled at me through them. I couldn't help but stare right back into her dark brown eyes, they held power and safety. The eye contact wasn't uncomfortable, it was an unspoken exchange.

Cordelia took it upon herself to show me around my new home. It was majestic, I took note of every detail ,from the paint brush strokes done on the painting that hung on the walls to the crack on the 4th step going up the twin staircases. My favourite place however was the Greenhouse. Well, her greenhouse. She told me that it was her place of relaxation,her get away from it all. The walls were covered with vines, the sunroof allowed the golden rays of the sun to filter into the room and paint all that it touches. The walls variety of plant species and herbs that she has collected over the years was quite impressive. It was beautiful. Overtime this became our habit. After dinner or lunch we would both make our way to the Greenhouse to create new concoctions. Whether it would be sleeping potions, manipulation potions or simply love potions. We never used on each other , it was just done merely for the fun of it. I felt happy for the first time in many. The little hugs ,inside jokes and nicknames we would share. It was all innocent fun at the time until, one time I was making a potion and Cordelia stood right behind me watching my every moves. I don't know what came over me, I dont know if it was the closeness of our proximity ,the warm breathe of her breathing that brushed my neck whenever she exhaled or the fact that she kissed my cheek right after telling me how good of a job I was at following orders. After that day I can't help but blush whenever we locked eyes. Light brown on dark brown. Neither of us looked away. Her eyes felt like home, a place that i longed to be. These few months I've developed quite an attachment to the Supreme,one might even say a crush on her.

However these past days I noticed that she was quite distant. She wouldn't catch on to the jokes I made, like she normally would. The amount of times she paced up and down the walkway in the Greenhouse, the layer of dirt and colour of orange on the brick floor started to fade. Cordelia kept ranting and complaining about finding a certain witch. Of course I didn't mind her talking to me. I always liked to know what new projects she was up too. But It was evident that this one occupied her mind. When she was with me, she wasn't with me mentally just her physical appearance. She would sometimes forget about our daily meet up, some days turned into few days and eventually a few days turned into none. I didn't hold anything against her. She was busy. I took it upon myself to help her find who this witch was. So you know she can spend more time with me,it wasn't a selfish act. Just killing two birds with one stone. Cordelia would be able to finally relax and I would get to spend time with her more often. It's a Win/ Win.

Cordelia just went into her office so that meant I had basically the whole evening until dinner to find out who this witch was. As I sauntered my way to my room. I began to recollect all what Cordelia told me. It was a little witch on the run, maybe she didn't what to join a Coven like me. Cordelia knew every thing about the little witch. She was a slippery one, evading the hands of the Surpeme. I remember her saying that the witch was a little younger than I was, with black hair and green eyes. Her speciality is Cloaking, she could cover her tracks very well. A rare skill some witches possess.I laid out my pens and my leather bound notebook on the bed and started to make notes of what i knew so far. After I was done, I realised it wasn't much information. I needed more if i was going to help Cordelia. I needed to see from another set of eyes. I shifted my notes aside and laid flat on the bed. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. No one knew but i was Clairvoyant. I could make myself hear and see what someone was thinking.

******time skip*******

THAT'S IT !!. I found the witch. She was running from something or someone. The little witch was seeking safety,maybe she did need to be in a Coven. Without any time to waste. I quickly wrote down all that I gathered into my note book. I couldn't contain my excitement, Cordelia and I will finally get to hang out like old times. I scrambled off my bed and made a beeline towards her office. *knock knock* "Dee I found out how to get the witc-" I began,but she wasn't in her office. Huh where is she then? . After a few minutes of futile searching in the upstairs I decided to check the kitchen. As I walked downstairs, the kitchen came into my view. There she was. My supreme making her possible 7th cup of coffee. I couldn't help my heart from fluttering at the sight of her. We haven't spoken in so long. " Hey Dee, do you remember when we used to hang out in the Greenhouse, i miss those times but thats not the point, anyways you always used to speak about this witch you couldn't find??Apparently I never told you but i am Clairvoyant which is really handy beca-" I rambled but was quickly cut off by Corldeia," Y/N! Be quiet . Stop talking Oh my God shut up. Please can't you see that I am busy and tired??"

Immediately I felt small, wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. Her eyes were locked on mine, the once safety and calm that I loved were replaced with anger and annoyance ....at me. I could feel my chest tighten, so tight that it began to squeeze my heart till it slowly cracked. I bit my tongue to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. It was evident that Cordelia's expressions changed based on my now small demeanour. I forcefully swallowed the lump that built in my throath. Out of hurt I threw my notebook on the marble counter where she rested her half way made coffee. The only words i spat out were "There's how to get your witch to join this shithole Coven Miss Goode". Her mouth was now slightly ajar at my words. No longer wanting to stay in her presence, I turned my heels and made my way back up to my room as Cordelia struggled to find her words.

*******TIME SKIP PT 2********

Thanks to me Cordelia managed to get in contact with the witch who will be joining the Coven in 2 weeks time. For these past few days I have suscessfully managed to avoid Cordelia. Of course I didn't avoid her presence. I had more dignity than that. I just made sure that I was never alone with her. That way she couldn't "apologise"or ask me the questions she really wanted too. I was mad at her. She didn't have to yell at me,I know i am talkative to people when i get comfortable with them, but still out of everyone to yell at me I would never suspect that it would be her. I no longer joined her in the Greenhouse to help her with her potions. Having breakfast and lunch with everyone was the worst. I no longer sat next to her at the table, instead I sat next to Madison,but that didn't stop her from trying to talk to me. As everyone else engaged in mini conversations at the table, Cordelia silently spoke to me from the head of the table " Y/N how have you been?". I lifted my head and focused my gaze from my tea cup to the silver in her bracelet, dismissing the hopeful look in her eyes. "I've been better Ms .Goode" I replied with extra emphasis on her last name. You know for an extra punch of guilt. Cordelia has noticed my lack of eye contact over the past days and she couldn't help but feel hurt at the act.

********time skip pt3**********

It was probably about 7 pm when i heard the clattering on heels on the floor. Shifting my attention from the crackling of the fireplace I looked over my shoulder to see that all the girls were dressed up and ready to head out somewhere. "Hey? Where are you guys going?" I questioned. "Out." Said Madison. I couldn't help but scoff at her reply. "Okayy???And you didn't ask me because??". Madison abruptly turned around "You and Cordy need to fix whatever is going on between you too. Don't think we haven't seen the change" she commented as she roughly pressed her index finger into my chest. Before I could even find my words. The door was slammed in my face. If Madison and the girls think that I am staying alone in the academy with Cordelia alone they are wrong. In another situation I would have taken that chance in a heartbeat. Lost and confused at the exchange that just happened, this gave Cordelia time to enter the living room. " Y/N?" She spoken almost in a whisper. I swear to the ex Supreme herself my eyes almost jumped out my eye sockets . My movements were stiffened as i tried to turn around. I took a deep breathe and attempted to make the situation fall into the better of my hands. " Yes Ms Goode? How are you?" I asked, while facing the floor. " I am sorry y/n I didn't mean to yell at you, you helped me a lot on my project and I cannot repay you enough" Cordelia spoke. I genuinely smiled at her gratitude "you're so very welcome Ms Goode" . Suddenly I felt her hands wrap around my form pulling me in a strong hug. I was stunned for a while and didn't know how to react. Sobs and small apologises fell from her lips as she buried her head into the crook of my neck. I reciprocated her hug but this caused her to cry even more. " Ms Goode please don't cry" I tried to comfort her, but all that left her mouth was a small, muffled "no". As she calmed herself she pulled away and wiped her tears away as she tried to look presentable. "Don't call me that. Call me by my nickname" she demaded. I chuckled at her command " okay dee." She cupped my face into her soft palms. I could smell her vanilla lotion that she regularly applies on her hands. She lifted my face to hers, but my eyes still didnt need hers. " y/n look at me" she whimpered. " Dee I am looking at you" I said smiling nervously as my eyes darted over the beautiful features of her face, never settling on her eyes. " baby..." she whispered. My heart constricted . Cordelia repeated the statement to look at her once more. This time I complied. Did she really mean that? does she like me back?. Her eyes were watering, her gorgeous brown eyes even when they hold the emotion of hurt. I still cannot help but stare in awe. Her eyes were filled with longing and hope. I don't know who closed the gap but our lips met in the middle. Kissing Cordelia was pure ecstasy, the kiss was one of tender and love. It felt as though part of me was finally completed. After a while we both pulled away, she delicately laced her slender fingers together with mine, interlocking our hands. Both of us trying to catch our breathe , Cordelia slowly leaned forward and gently rested her forehead against mine. Ever so quietly whispering to me the sweet words," and I do feel the same..."

[vivianweasley]

Just Another Bad Guy (Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Reader)

Summary: You are Draco Malfoy’s twin sister so everyone just assumed that you guys are the same. Not Fred, he knows who you are and loves you for it. But your romance was cut short after you were forced to become a death eater. Could the two of you find your way back to each other after all of this is over?

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: angst to fluff, war, post-war traumas, poor writing

Word count: 4.1K

A/N: I finished this a long time ago but got scared to post it for some reasons. Hope you guys would like it :)

Please do NOT repost my work or translate it on another site without permission! Thank You! Reblogs and comments are always welcome<3

To be honest, no one really knew what kind of person (Y/F/N) Malfoy is. But she’s the twin sister of the infamous Draco Malfoy, so everyone just assumed that they are the same: pure blood and proud pricks.

Including Fred Weasley, or at least before today’s incident.

He was hiding around the corner, watching the trip wire and paint hanging on the ceiling. He was waiting for Draco Malfoy’s twin sister to trip over and cause the green paint to fall on her. The color of her snotty little house would suit her.

But that didn’t happen. He just watched her walk over the trip wire and nothing happened.

After everyone was gone, he quickly ran to check what exactly happened to his prank that he has so meticulously designed. But the next thing he knew, he was covered in green paint.

He heard someone laughing and turned around to see Y/F/N Malfoy standing there.

“What are you looking for Weasley?”

“How did you...”

“Just a freezing charm and an hot-air charm used at the right time and right place.” Some of the green paint got into Fred’s eyes, but he was certain he could see a mischievous smirk on her lips. She bent over a little, as if trying to make sure he could see exactly who used his prank back on him, “I expected better from you, Weasley.”

And then the game was on.

You two started a pranking war while everything seemed to stay normal on the surface. Sometimes Fred would win, but most of the times his pranks would just backfire on him.

Then you two started to actually hangout, like sneaking out at night to prank Mr. Filch or to hangout in the secret passages. But no one knew about this. Maybe not even George.

Fred realized that you were nothing like what he imagined. Under your cold and proud look, there was something mischievous and wild in your heart, but you hid it so well.

Then the Yule ball came around. Fred knew there was something more than friendship between you two and obviously he has dreamed about taking you to the dance. But things were never so easy between you two.

He ended up taking Angelina to the dance. They went as friends. It was basically a group thing. And you went with a Slytherin boy in your year.

But both of you thought it would be a waste if the rest of the night was just like this. You exchanged looks while dancing with your Yule ball dates and snuck out on cue.

You met up at your usual hangout place, the astronomy tower.

He smiled, offering his hand, “Y/N Malfoy, may I have this dance?”

“You may, Weasley.” You smiled, taking his hand.

He pulled you closer to him and started dancing. There was no music, but you were humming a melody you loved.

The cold winter wind brought you closer and closer. Your humming was even better than music in Fred’s ears. Everything felt just right.

And you kissed, under the starry night.

No words were needed. You could tell how each other felt through the passionate kiss you shared.

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But you were still a Malfoy after all.

Fred swore he felt like his heart was ripped apart when he learned that you became a death eater, just like your family. He snuck into the school for he wanted to see you again before the big war hit.

“I know you don’t want to do this, Y/N. You don’t have to do this! You can run away, just run away from all of this! Please!” He pulled you into a deserted hallway and tried to scream some sense out of you.

But your expression was cold, your family’s signature distant and proud look that you put on all the time, “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Your voice was even colder, “You’re just another stupid Weasley.” 

There it was, you said it, the words that was going to haunt Fred for years. Even though he absolutely denied it.

And the war hit. You were on opposite sides. It was brutal. Screaming, blood, and corpses everywhere.

Fred fought with all his strength. After successfully taking out three death eaters, he saw the wall behind him falling onto him. It was too close and too late to run or cast any spell. He closed his eyes. Could this be the end?

But nothing happened. Someone casted protego shielding him from the falling wall, giving him enough time to escape. He looked around, but no one was there.

Knowing that he now owed his life to someone, he fought even harder, until Voldemort finally met his end.

From that day on, Fred never saw you again. He would still think about you of course, but he would soon try to think about something or someone else when those horrible words that you said hit him again.

He knew that you became a writer and published your memoir when people’s hate for former death eaters faded out a little. He has read your book secretly on his lunch breaks in Flourish and Blotts. The book was simply stating what happened and it wasn’t too emotional overall. But just stating the simple facts was enough to let the readers know that the Malfoy twins were not as evil as they thought they were.

All you grew up with was ideas like “pure bloods are the superiors” and “we must follow the Dark Lord”. You never had any choices and even if you had, it was a simple choice: you do what you’re told to do or you’ll get your family killed. And deep down, Fred always knew that. He sometimes would wonder could it be possible that you said those words because you knew the two of you won’t ever have a chance of a happy ending? Could it be possible that you said those words to protect him?

And one thing that definitely caught Fred’s attention was the title of your book, “Just Another Bad Guy”. The wording looked awfully familiar to him, making him wonder could be possible that you also couldn’t forget those cruel words you said to him, calling him “just another stupid Weasley”?

But he also found that you have never mentioned anything about the Weasleys in your book. Was it because you were sorry for what you have said? Or was it because that his family was too embarrassing for you to even mention?

It had been 8 years after the war now. Today, the old Hogwarts classmates decided to meet up again. It was nice seeing so many familiar faces, but Fred knew that there was just one person, who he might never see again.

The dinner party went well. People were catching up and remembering the good old days at Hogwarts. Everyone seemed to be doing well, having a steady job and even starting a family now.

Then people started talking about your book. Fred was suddenly on guard, as if he was ready to argue with or even fight anybody who was going to talk shit about you. But then he realized, what role was he playing in this whole situation anyway?

To Fred’s surprise, people were actually taking nicely about you. He was feeling almost gratified that people actually took the time to read your work. It was beautifully written after all.

“I always knew she wasn’t so bad,” said Luna, “I saw her protecting a student during the battle. Who was it though?”

Luna’s dreamy voice hit Fred hard like a bludger that he dropped his fork. 

The noise caught Luna’s attention and suddenly made her faded memory resurface, “I remembered! It was Fred! She saved Fred!”

Everyone was staring at Fred now. He laughed awkwardly and replied, “Guess Malfoy isn’t just another bad guy then.”

And Fred remained rather quiet for the rest of the night. He was quiet enough for everyone who knew Fred Weasley to be worried about him, but luckily, people probably just thought that he was shocked that a Malfoy saved his life.

But George knew, even though Fred has never told him. He knew all about his twin’s little adventures with you back in school. He knew about Fred’s worries after knowing that the Malfoy’s are death eaters. He knew his brother would secretly read your book. And he knew that you were on Fred’s mind, even after all these years.

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After the war, you went back to Hogwarts to finish your last year of school. But besides going to classes, you would just hide in your dorm and you would even eat in the Slytherin kitchen instead of going to the Great Hall to avoid seeing anyone.

You couldn’t face the students who lost their families and friends during the war. Whenever they were looking at you, it felt like they were asking you to pay. And you just couldn’t face the Weasleys. After what you’ve done and said, how could you? Those words kept replaying in your head and you already lost counts on how many nights you’ve lost sleep on that matter. 

After you’ve finally finished your seven years of education, you moved to a quiet countryside. You decided that instead of trying to forget, you should learn how to face and live with those memories and that’s why you started to write them down. At first, you could only write some harmless stories from the first or second year at Hogwarts. Then when you got used to pouring your heart out through writing, you started to write about memories about the war. 

But some memories you just couldn’t manage to write down, even though they were haunting you everyday. That was the memories about Fred Weasley. So you decided to not write about the Weasleys at all, pretending like you’ve never met any of them. If you never met him, then there won’t be losing him, right?

You knew that Fred was the only one who could let you be yourself, who could light that fire within you. But now you’ve lost him, you’ve lost that fire, and you’ve lost yourself. 

Fortunately, with the help of time, you were getting better. Especially when Scorpius was born, you felt like you suddenly saw a sense of vitality and liveliness in your life. You wanted to teach him how to love this world, even though you were still learning. You wanted to go on so many adventures with him, even though you were still not brave enough to step out yet.

You also finally decided to organize and publish your memoir. You were still nervous, but you thought you were finally ready to try. 

And this was already 7 years after the war. 

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It has been 13 years after the war now. For some reasons, Fred was the only one in the family that hasn’t got married yet. He was still working in the Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. Their little joke shop has already became the most popular joke shop in the entire European wizarding world with many branch stores. But Fred’s favorite was still the original one located at No.93 Diagon Alley.

It was a lovely Saturday afternoon today, so Fred decided to give himself a break and popped into the Leaky Cauldron.

But as soon as he stepped inside, the sight of a woman with platinum hair at the counter captured his attention. He knew too well who that was.

You turned around a little and Fred saw your face. You were still beautiful, he thought. But the pride and sharpness on your face, which he both loved and hated so much, ceased to exist.

Before Fred could even process his action, he approached you, “What are you looking for, Malfoy?” That was the first words you have ever said to him and he was really surprised that he still remembered that after all these years.

You were startled when you realized it was Fred, but you soon regained your calm. “Weasley,” you nodded at him, “I’m just...waiting for someone.”

He nodded, taking the seat next to you, “So how’s it going?”

“Not much,” you said lightly, “but you must've been busy, with the business going so well.”

“So you’ve been paying attention to me?” he smirked. 

“I don’t have to Fred, the huge figure of you in front of the joke shop is basically screaming for attention every time I stepped into Diagon Alley.” you laughed. Fred’s heart fluttered when he heard you calling his name. It has been too long, but it felt just like the first time.

“Look what I’ve found!” a little boy was screaming and running towards you. Fred couldn’t help but noticed the boy’s platinum hair and grey eyes that matched yours. The boy showed you the fake wand in his hand and you gently combed his hair with your fingers.

“Is that your boy?” Fred asked, feeling unreasonably nervous somehow. So many years have gone by, you were 31 now for Merlin’s sake. Why would he be surprised if you have already got married and had a son.

“Oh no, this is Scorpius, Draco’s son. I’m just here to pick him up for Draco. He’s busy today.”

Scorpius clearly has noticed the man who was talking to his aunt. Suddenly, he looked at Fred surprised with his eyes wide opened and shouted, “You’re the tall, red-headed man that auntie always talks about!”

Now it was Fred’s turn to look surprised. Then he smirked, “So you have talked about me? A lot?”

“Oh please, you’re not the only ‘tall, red-headed man’ in the world alright?” you laughed awkwardly.

“So it must be just another stupid Weasley, ay?” he asked, making use of those once haunting words.

“Yea that’s right! Weasley! Fred Weasley! That’s his name!” Suddenly Scorpius shouted, finally remembered what he was trying to remember this whole time, “You’re the owner of that joke shop! Are you coming up with new products, Mr. Weasley? Can I please take a look at them?”

Fred raised his eyebrows and looked at you without even needing to state his question.

“Oh Merlin, Draco must be waiting for us. We have to go now! Come on Scorpius!” Your cheeks were flushed and you tried to drag poor Scorpius with you as you ran for the exit.

But you heard Fred saying, “I’ve missed you Y/N. It might sound pathetic I know, but I think about you everyday. Merlin, everyday for the past decade! To this point, I’m pretty convinced that you’ve put a spell on me when you left.” 

You thought you could only hear him saying that in your wildest dreams. You turned around, tears were forming in your eyes. Fred was pretty sure that was the first time he has ever saw you cry.

“I’ve missed you too.”

(Part 2) Just Another Weasley

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darling escapes from atsumu & runs to osamu for help, not knowing that the twins share the same feelings for her

I try to keep my Reader-Inserts gender neutral as often as possible, but I /love/ the idea of escaping from one brother, only to fall into the loving arms of another. At least Osamu’s a little nice, or, he can be, at least. He tries to be. Sometimes. Maybe. If you’re really, really lucky.

Title: Trade Off.

TW: Kidnapping, Captivity, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Dehumanization, and Slight Infantilization.

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Osamu greeted you with a hug.

From anyone else, it wouldn’t have been surprising. What kind of friend wouldn’t hug you - a missing person, a victim of something awful with the evidence littered all over your skin, in burns and cuts and too many bite-marks to count, but Osamu had always been reserved. A hug from him was like rain in the desert, snowfall in the tropics, and despite everything you’d done to earn something more than just a stiff embrace and a moment of uncharacteristic affection, you’d cherished it. You’d fallen into it. You’d wanted it and you’d loved him for it, if only because it was something Atsumu’d never do. If only because it reminded you how different he was from his twin, despite their identical appearances.

If only because, from that point forward, you’d been sure you made the right choice by running to him, before friends and family and a dozen more reasonable choices. You were still sure.

It’d proved he cared about you, and that was something his brother could never do.

Even now, his protective fondness hung in the air, laying over you and keeping you warm like a blanket of worried glances and soft touches, Osamu taking any excuse to rest his hand on your shoulder or let his fingers brush against yours, little things to reassure himself that you were there and you were real, even if hours had already passed since you turned up on his doorstep. You’d already told him about Atsumu, how he’d turned into a monster overnight and the more palatable parts of your captivity, and he’d sat across from you in the cramped living-room, nodding occasionally and letting you speak, getting you a cup of something hot and herbal when your eyes went cloudy and your hands started to shake. You drank it down, thankful for the excuse to stifle the words you found pouring off of your tongue, despite your best efforts to hold them in.

Osamu took your story in stride. With his chin resting on his fist, he scanned over you, his gaze lingering passively on Atsumu’s shirt, the only piece of clothing you’d been able to grab before you fled, and a particularly bad bruise over your shoulder, dipping down until it reached your collarbone. “Want to use my phone?” He offered, his voice flat, but the question itself full of concern. “Your folks must be worried sick. I wouldn’t blame you for wantin’ to get out of here sooner than later.”

You should call someone, your parents, the police, someone, but a selfish, exhausted part of you just wanted to curl up on Osamu’s couch and spend a few more days in denial, pretending the past few months of your life hadn’t happened or dismissing the fact that they’d continue to take a toll on you. Embracing the idea wouldn’t be a good idea, but it couldn’t hurt to indulge it. Get a few hours of sleep, see if you could find a decent pair of pants. Take in Osamu’s hospitality rather than try to tell yourself you didn’t need it. “I need a little time,” You said, shaking your head idly. “You don’t mind if I hang around for a while, do you? I just… I’d like to get my story straight. Saying ‘my famous boyfriend locked me in his basement because he loved me’ might not go over well with the police.”

That earned an airy chuckle. Osamu stood, taking you by the hand to help you do the same. “C’mon. I have a spare room I’ve been fixin’ up, you can stay there for as long as you need to.”

You smiled up at him, and he smiled back. You weren’t sure whether it was relief, joy or gratitude that flooded into your body before you could remind yourself to be cautious, but you let Osamu guide you through his home without complaint, only letting go of his hand when he came to a white door at the end of a long hall, and Osamu had to fish through his pockets to find its key.

‘Fixing up’ had been an understatement.

You weren’t sure if Osamu and Atsumu had a younger sibling, any cousins they favored, but if they did, those kids must’ve been spoiled rotten. The walls were painted a rich, pastel pink, the desk and the bed both new and trendy and absolutely covered in trinkets and toys, things that fell somewhere between decorative and unnecessary. There weren’t any windows, but with a flip of a switch, a small army of lamps lit the room with a soft glow, making you want to fall onto the plush rug that covered most of the floor and lose yourself in the unadulterated homeyness. You couldn’t say you were difficult to impress - with Atsumu, your ‘room’ was either an empty, darkened closet or a crate, sometimes big enough to accommodate you, sometimes not. This felt… extravagant, in comparison. More than you deserved. More than you could accept without paying a price.

It made sense when you heard the door close behind you, a lock clicking into place and Osamu’s key slipping back into his pocket. Your heart still froze into your chest, your pulse slowing down and racing at the same time, but it made sense.

You swallowed your nerves hastily, forcing yourself to turn around and cross your arms over your chest. A futile gesture, considering Osamu’s height and your blatant frailty, but it was too early to grovel. If he wanted to push you around, you’d prove you could push back. “Let me out, now. I don’t know if you think this is funny, but--”

“I started putting this together the day after ‘tsumu got to you. It was already too late, no one knew what ditch you’d died in, but what the hell, right?” He walked past you swiftly, not bothering to acknowledge your rebellion. He didn’t speak loudly, nor was he any more imposing than he’d been a minute ago, but what he was saying, how casually he was saying it, was enough to render you speechless. Absentmindedly, he slid open the closet’s mirrored panel, rummaging through its contents as he went on. “It wasn’t hurting anyone, and if I was gonna get my hands on you eventually, I’d have a plan. He’s too impulsive, never had to wait for anythin’ in his life. I was worried he was gonna break you, for a few weeks.” He paused, pursing his lips as he found what he was looking for. Clothes were thrown at your feet, a full outfit too sheer and too minimalistic to be for your enjoyment. “Change. I’ve wanted to rip those fucking rags off of you since you got here.”

You didn’t bother responding to that. You had a feeling it would only fuel his smoldering hostility. “This isn’t--” You bit your tongue before you could finish. ‘It’s not fair’ was something a child would say, and you were an adult, a capable, independent adult. Clearly, you’d already done something to make the Miya twins think otherwise. “You have to let me go, Osamu. I just got away from your brother, I just got free, you can’t take that away from me. We’re supposed to be friends. You’re supposed to care about me.”

“I’m doing this because I care about you.” On their own, the words might’ve been kind, empathetic, but whatever warmth his gaze held was balanced out by the way his lips curled back, how his tone turned into a snarl so easily. “What would you do if I opened that door? Run off and tell the cops? Knock on doors until you find someone willing to believe that a celebrity and his twin both tried to kidnap you, back to back? Or, would you go crawling back to ‘tsumu, see if he still wants you after you let his brother put his hands all over you?” He had a way of laughing at his own jokes, the noise so arrogant, so confident, so annoying, it was hard to believe he’d ever found anyone else funny. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he couldn’t. “I’m trying to be nice, but if you make this hard for me, I’ll make it hard for you.”

You grit your teeth, but your body betrayed you, eyes flickering down to the cloth at your feet. “I can manage on my own--”

“Don’t lie to me.” His fingers were in your hair before you noticed he was moving, forcing your head to bow as his blunt nails dug into your scalp. “You’re helpless, and you know you are. If you aren’t in ‘tsumu’s bed, you’re gonna be in mine, and you’re smart enough to make the right choice. Fucking change, before I start to think it’d be easier to throw you out myself.”

You stiffened, going rigid under his palm. Then, you kneeled, taking up the silken fabric and casting him one last glare before retreating to the other side of the room, turning your back to Osamu as you slid Atumu’s shirt over your head. 

 Just exchanging one kidnapper for another.

~

Silently, Osamu watched as you fled and regrouped, facing away from him to hide the way your shoulders trembled, your body shaking so violently, Osamu couldn’t be sure whether or not you were trying to make him pity you. He didn’t mind, though. He’d been waiting months for this. Years, honestly, but Osamu’s teenage daydreams hardly centered around taking in his brother’s wayward brat. If Atsumu had tried to train you, he’d done a piss-poor job. You were as obedient as you would’ve been fresh-off the streets, and now you knew all the tricks and tactics of a well-worn captive.

Still, he’d be lying if he said he was disappointed. Already, a collection of incentives were burning holes in his mattress, tucked under his bed and waiting to be used the first time you acted-up with something more aggressive than words. Luckily, you were too preoccupied to notice his mouth moving in a silent prayer, words of thanks that you’d turned down his offer to use his phone. If you thought to go through his messages, his call history, you wouldn’t have liked what you found. He was already planning for how… distressed you’d be, at the next trade-off.

If you were this fussy to fall into Osamu’s care at all, he couldn’t imagine how you’d act when Atsumu’s next turn came around.

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Hello 👋🏻 can I request headcanons for yandere dorm leaders on a gn! MC being slippery and always a step ahead of their suitors so they won’t get caught in a relationship with them (basically MC living up to their trickster nickname bc I live for a darling that can fight toe to toe with their yandere) thank you 💖💖💖

Yandere! Dorm leaders Headcanon with Smart MC

Warning: yandere theme

Part 1

Part 2 will be posted soon 

Riddle

◈ He courts you by asking you to have teatime with him. He would often speak about the Queen of Heart rules specifically about lovers.

◈ It was cute until he got jealous even though the both of you weren't dating.

◈ Didn't tolerate ADeuce duo hanging around you. Would kick them away nicely by saying that they have to colour the flamingos or doing something that they weren't supposed to do at that day.

◈ If they touch you like pat your head, you wouldn't be able to find them for 3 days or more because Riddle would find mistakes on what they were doing that resulted in them having some extra assignments for the dorm.

◈ He would often scold you for letting anyone or more like your friends touch you, saying in the Queen of Hearts rules you're not supposed to be touched other than your partner.

◈ "But we're not dating, Riddle-san." cue to him getting silent with red face.

◈ Then it came the time when he confessed to you. HAHAHA you expected this and of course you had prepared your answer. Like hell you were going to get your life controlled by Riddle and his 300 or more rules.

◈ "I'm sorry, Riddle-san." You bowed you head. "It's not because of you but I see you as a parent figure more than a senpai. You always protected me and trying to mend my behaviour with the Queen of Heart rules. I really appreciate that. But I don't think I could date you. I mean it would be strange right to date someone who you view like a parent figure."

◈ He was so confused. When had gone wrong? Maybe he shouldn't had talked about the rules too much.

Leona

◈ The lazy lion finally attended classes. Was the world going to end soon? Not really, he just wanted to see your face. The scowl and frown that you made when you didn’t understand a thing at class.

◈ At first Leona didn’t appear much in your school life. The only time where you saw him was at class. Even so, you would just wave at him and sometimes talked to him when you were bored. But outside class? No interaction whatsoever.

◈ Leona thought he was smart. He thought that he should get rid of anyone who had the chance to be your boyfriend with Ruggie’s help. Well guess what? Once again the oh so kind headmaster put you in charge with the case of students tripping and falling and some died.

◈ Surprise, surprise. When you looked at the list of the students that were caught in the incident, you knew them. You had talked to them at least once.

◈ You knew who the culprit was and with Jack’s suddenly avoiding you plus his scared face when you comforted him, it was a big giveaway. Leona was the culprit once again.

◈ The only thing that you would like to avoid were Overblot!Leona and dating Leona.

◈ Leona wouldn’t kill his own family especially his brother because that would be like starting a rebellion but if you do use his brother as the excuse, you would be dealing with an Overblot Leona.

◈ If you thought that you could reject him in a nice way, you were so wrong.

◈ Any reason would make him mad.

◈ So you decided to put up a distance between you and Leona and of course for every other males except dorm leaders. Ruggie and Leona wouldn't be that stupid to start a mess with the other dorm leaders would they?

◈ Sooner or later, Leona would definitely asked you about this. Saying that he was a furry and how you knew that he liked you wouldn't be a first choice.

◈ Your prediction came true. After class, he blocked your exit. "Why are you avoiding me, herbivore?"

◈ "For the last time, Leona-san, I'm omnivore." He glared at you, face filled with annoyance and anticipation. "It's because you're a royalty, Leona-san. I know that you weren't the first born but I'm just a human, a magicless one on top of that. I knew that you already had a bad reputation at home and I don't want to drag you down even more. I would feel guilty. I didn't want that. You would definitely hate yourself like before and it will be because of me. I'm sorry."

◈ You left Leona with conflicted feelings, one was anger because you had just rejected him. The nerve of you. One again, you were right. If he introduced you as his darling, the people in his country would definitely compared him with his brother once again. His brother who got married with a royal that had strong magic and him with you who didn't have magic.

Azul

◈ The moment you attracted his attention, things went downhill.

◈ The tweels wouldn't stop popping out from nowhere and they weren't good stalkers either compared to Rook. If the Tweels weren't there, you knew Azul was nearby and he wouldn't hide his presence, he would definitely do something to attract your attention like singing, showing off his singing skill. Teaching you and helping you with magic assignment because you don't have magic.

◈ Of course he would do it for free for now. The price was to make you his girlfriend, helping you was nothing much if you could be his girlfriend. Even though he never stated such things that he would lend a hand if you become his lover. No no no, he's a benevolent sea witch afterall.

◈ He thought he could win your heart, oh how wrong he was.

◈ You had never showed any attraction nor reply his gesture in that way. You would always say "you're a good friend of mine. You're so nice! I'm lucky to have you as a friend"

◈ His insecurity even got the best of him that resulted him in roping people, especially males around you, to had contracts with him. He did offer him help and he expected them to not do a single thing to you.

◈ Cue to the twins to beat them up if they did go near you.

◈ Even with that, you still remained unbothered. Nothing that he did could sway your heart.

◈ That was when he decided to do the last thing he could thought about. Contract. He had called you and of course you came.

◈ But the octopus had never expected you to break down, crying at the sight of the golden paper after you read the term and conditions.

◈ This man panicked, not knowing how to comfort you. He sat beside you while patting your back, hugging you and askin why you cried.

◈ Slowly, through the sob, you answered him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you putting me into a contract to be your girlfriend? Don’t you love me? Why are you doing this? Don’t you trust me?” Azul hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

◈ You pushed him while you let out a sob. “I’m sorry Azul, I don’t think love can grow out of suspicion.” You stood up and left the room, clenching tear drops bottle that you had been using.

Kalim

◈ If you thought that Kalim was pure sunshine. You were so wrong. True, he had never gotten rid of anyone that came close to your nor told anyone to take care of males that became close.

◈ But beneath that sunshine facade lies a little devil.

◈ He would definitely stalk you. Surprisingly his stalking skill was on par with the tweels.

◈ Would definitely talk to you or make excuses to hang out with you.

◈ If Jamil got mad because he dedicated his time to you and to stalk you, his mask would drop. Boy, you might not believe this but Jamil shuddered. Of course after he blinked, the usual Kalim came back that made him wondered if he was imagining things.

◈ He would sometimes used his magic carpet during the night just to see you sleeping. Let's not forget sometimes he took pictures of you.

◈ Ah yes, definitely stole your things. No, not what you were thinking. He stole your pen and stuffs like that.

◈ Yes, you definitely noticed it too because he wasn't smart in hiding. You found your stuffs in his pencil case but when you pressed it, he said he found it and was about to return it to you but forgot about it.

◈ Somehow his behaviour after that became strange. You always got the danger feeling whenever he was around you.

◈ So when he confessed to you and lucky for you, Jamil was near. You pulled Jamil.

◈ Jamil was confused but liked the expression that Kalim was showing so he let you

◈ You kissed Jamil and declared proudly that he was your boyfriend. Kalim walked away from the scene.

◈ When you were finally alone with Jamil, he scolded you.

[rebsrebsrebsrebs]

Hey, Rebs. I take medication that fucks up my appetite something bad and I am often reminded by Screen Buddy Beel that I need to eat. Sometimes I only force something down cuz I feel like it would make him happy. Anyway, can we have headcanons for the boys with a GN!MC who has trouble feeding themselves? :(

Hi anon!!

I wanna say first that I absolutely feel you. I struggle with my depression and a handful of other illnesses daily. Sometimes it's hard to drag myself out of bed to eat, or shower, or anything. A lot of times I'll ask my friends to tell me to eat or I'll remember that Beel would want me to eat well, so I go get something, like anything. I ate six marshmallows for dinner the other day because it's all I could muster the energy for. Eating literally anything is better than eating nothing. You need calories to be the amazing you that you are! Keep doing your best to eat something! I believe in you and so does Beel! 

That said, here's the brothers trying to get MC to eat after noticing that they aren't eating on their own

Lucifer

He won't admit it, but having been less involved with the affairs of humans as both an archangel and a demon lord, he has to do some research to make sure he knows what humans need to be cared for

The goal is to keep them alive for the year, and that means more than just protecting them from lesser demons

Three square meals a day, unlimited access to water, they wouldn't lack for enrichment between school and his brothers' nonsense

(yes he's thinking of them like a pet he has to care for)

He isn't prepared for them not to eat on their own though.

Once he notices that they have difficulty feeding themself, he will remind them of it regularly, just as he reminds them to do their tasks

And makes their attendance at mealtimes mandatory

And makes sure they eat their lunch, or delegates it to one of the more trustworthy brothers

Boy's gonna rule and regulate and remind you into eating enough like the taskmaster he is

Mammon

Humans gotta eat right? Mammon's pretty sure MC has to eat lunch. At least. Right??

He's got an idea

One of the best parts of a photo shoot for Mammon (besides being the center of attention, of course) is the craft services table

The food at these things is good

And that's the excuse he's gonna use to try and ply MC to eat something when he drags them on one of his photo shoots

"This is some of the best Devildom food you're gonna get for free - Devilish doesn't skimp!"

Also it's a combo of giving MC something nice (good food) while also making money (modeling gig) so what's not to love?

If they try to politely decline he will insist anyway

He's their guardian demon and he's gonna take care of 'em dammit!!

Never gonna admit it tho

Do it in the spirit of the exchange program, yeah?

"Ain't it good? Told ya so!" as if that's why he's smiling

If his tactic works, he'll drag MC around to even more shoots and events.

He can't watch over them all the time much as he tries to so he makes sure that at least when they're together, MC eats something.

Leviathan

Game time is snack time, obviously. It's an important part of the ritual

(side note, I bet he has specific snacks he plays for specific games, but that's another post)

Levi presents his Henry with gamer snacks for two and a large pizza for them to share

He's honestly a little hurt when much 'sharing' doesn't get done

Does MC not like what he got? He could've sworn they ate something last time. Maybe.

Didn't they?

Oh no what if he got something they said they don't like and he forgot. Oh fuck he feels like such a bad friend.

But they aren't saying anything and that makes him feel worse

"If - if you don't like what I got you can just say it!!! I can take it!!"

MC explains that they just don't feel like eating, but he doesn't accept that so easily

"You have to! Henry and the Lord of Shadows shared every meal possible together on their long journey across the Almederian Wastes!" 

"Levi, I'm just not hungry. It isn't that deep."

"....it's that deep to me :<"

Please eat a slice of pizza so he knows you're still friends, MC

Satan

He's the one who's actually going to ask MC why they don't eat as often as he thinks humans ought.

He probably thinks that demon food is just too gross for them, which… might not be incorrect.

When they explain it to him, he will take their reasons and start searching for logical solutions.

Their medication takes away their appetite, is there something else they could try that would achieve the same medicinal effect but not affect appetite?

Or if they can't find the motivation or the will, who or what could motivate them? Do they need meals brought to them? 

Rather than forcing them to eat when they don't want to, he's going to try and find ways to make it so that they do want to eat and then let the eating part take care of itself

MC can expect books at their bedroom door and links in their inbox as Satan shares his research with them

Overall the most practical choice if MC wants a solution to their lack of appetite, if one is to be found

Asmodeus

Makes some assumptions when he sees that MC isn't really eating during lunch

"Darling, I understand that humans have odd beauty standards, but you have to know that restriction diets like that are so bad for you."

Eating enough is key to maintaining health and happiness!! 

In addition to having many rants about how having enough sleep is necessary, he also basically has pre-readied talks about self-confidence, hydration, eating enough, bathing/showering, and getting enough time outside

And he wants MC to be as healthy and happy as possible, whatever that means for them

Asmo is locked and loaded with an arsenal of compliments about MC's looks and figure and everything he loves about them, when they explain that that isn't actually the problem

It takes him a second to parse that their lack of appetite isn't because they had just eaten, that they literally just don't feel hungry, so they forget to eat

"Well… you need to eat anyway! Here!"

You cannot convince me that Asmo doesn't have a little mini-fridge for his wines and cupcakes that he likes the most to keep Beel away from them

He will present MC with a cupcake and a glass of wine while they hang out

"Yes, you have to have both, they pair so well and it would be a crime if you didn't. I would cry! You wouldn't want to make someone as pretty as me cry, would you?"

Beelzebub

Aww :( 

Sharing food time with people he loves is Beel's ultimate joy, so if he brings MC something and they don't want to chow down, it kinda hurts.

He will sulk and be confused

Also, he hasn't lacked an appetite in the longest time, so he can't relate - not until he does that body switch with Asmo, but even then, he's so hungry that he likely can't remember it

MC will probably explain it themself when they see Beel so upset.

"It isn't you - I really appreciate that you think of me enough to bring me something you like. I just don't always have an appetite."

Beel will ask a lot of questions

Are they sick? Are they hurt? Is he bringing them stuff they don't like? Is Devildom food too much for humans? 

He will increase the amount of snacks he has on his person, just in case MC ever does develop an appetite, that it could be quickly sated.

Will offer them tastes of what he's eating, since a meal is technically just a lot of little bites, right? 

And a lot of little bites of the amount of food Beel eats is a plentiful meal by human standards

Also, will pick MC up and take them to mealtime if necessary, he already does this to Belphie, so he'll just have one of them over each shoulder and plop them in their seats at the dinner table

Belphegor

His strategy is to keep MC hanging around him and Beel so that Beel's plan can go into effect

Probably has also struggled with eating enough, especially in his earlier demon days when he straight up couldn't pull himself out of bed

So whatever is causing MC's struggle with eating, he relates

Beel can and will bring MC and Belphie to food, as well as bringing food to MC and Belphie

Being friends or lovers with the twins is just a guarantee that MC will never purposefully go hungry

I'm sorry Belphie's is so short it really is just 'hey beel we have a food thing, help plz'

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[wasjust-a-fangirl-here]

Changes. (Part 1)

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Summary: You follow Stiles and your brother Scott out into the woods to find a body. Problem is; Scott’s not the only one to get bit..

Fandom: Teen Wolf.

Warnings: Mentions of a dead body, a swear word, etc.

Word Count: 2,919

Pairings: Scott McCall X Sister!Reader, Stiles Stilinski X Reader (Platonic).

Note: I just felt like writing this, and if there’s anything wrong with this, let me know, please and thank you. I didn’t expect this to be this long, so I broke it down to a few parts.

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Listening to music on you iPod, you were studying for your English class tomorrow, wanting to be prepared on your first day back to school.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning around, you realized it’s only Scott, taking out your earphones, you asked, “yeah?”

Scott sighed, “I take it you didn’t hear that noise outside?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “nope. I’m studying for tomorrow.” You answered him, gesturing to your workbook and notes. “Also listening to music.” You added.

“It’s only the first day of school tomorrow. Why are you studying now?” Scott questioned you, you shrugged your shoulders.

“I like to be prepared.” You answered simply, you turned to your window. You definitely heard that, you looked to Scott, raising a brow.

You stood up, grabbing your sweater and following behind Scott.

~

You stood by the front door, watching Scott hold the bat defensively, looking for the source of the noise.

You guessed that it was only Stiles, who refused to use the door like a normal person, you shook your head, sighing.

Your guess was correct, watching Scott and Stiles scream at each other.

After their screaming match, you walked over to Scott, laughing quietly. “Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!” Scott exclaimed, almost out of breath.

“He obviously knew the door would be locked, and did what he normally does.” You explained to Scott, winking at Stiles. You saw him blush slightly.

You smiled, “exactly! And you guys weren’t answering your guys’ phones.” Stiles said, looking at the bat in Scott’s hands, “why do you have a bat?” He questioned Scott.

“Because I thought you were a predator!” Scott exclaimed, “a pred- look, I know it’s late, but you guys gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called.

They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police,” Stiles explains. Scott, finally lowering the bat, “for what?” He asked.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles says simply, jumping down from the roof.

“A dead body?” You and Scott questioned at the same time, leaning over the railing. Stiles looked at you and Scott, “it’s creepy how you guys still do that.” He commented to himself.

“No, a body of water. Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body.” Stiles answered your and Scott’s question sarcastically, jumping over the porch rail.

You rolled your eyes, “you mean like, murdered?” Scott asked, “nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20′s.” Stiles answered, hands on his hips.

“Hold on, if they found a body, then what are they looking for?” Scott asked again, you looked to Stiles, “yeah?” You added, raising an eyebrow.

Stiles looked between you and Scott, oddly excited.

“That’s the best part.” Stiles says, pausing for dramatic effect. “They only found half. We’re going.” He added, grabbing your and Scott’s arms, dragging you both towards his jeep.

You were complaining about wanting to finish your studying, Stiles turned to you.

“Studying? It’s the first day back to school tomorrow and you’re already studying?” He asked you in disbelief.

You sighed, “I like to be prepared.” You say yet again, but this time to Stiles. “Huh, it’s a wonder that you guys are twins.

Are you sure you’re twins? ‘Cause you guys are such opposites.” Stiles says to you and Scott.

Scott and you shared a look, before getting into the jeep.

You and Scott always hear that question, and you’ve both grown to not answer that question anymore.

~

On the way, you were humming a song that got stuck in your head, listening to Scott and Stiles talk to each other.

Stiles parked the jeep, getting out. You and Scott followed after him, “are we seriously doing this?” Scott asked hesitantly, looking between you and Stiles.

You smiled when they weren’t looking at you, “do we have a choice? Stiles practically kidnapped us.” You say jokingly, flailing your arms at your side.

You laughed when Stiles turned to look at you.

Stiles laughed with you, winking. “Hey. I did not kidnap you both. I simply guided you both to my car, and you guys got in, on your own free will.” He says, playing along, pointing and waving a finger at you.

You looked at him, smiling.

Scott just shook his head at the both of you, a small smile on his face. He loved the both of you, but you both drive him crazy sometimes.

“Besides, you’re the one that’s always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” Stiles says to Scott, walking into the woods.

“He’s got a point.” You added, following behind Stiles. Scott watched you and Stiles walk off, in disbelief.

Ignoring both you and Stiles, “I was trying to get a good night’s sleep for practice tomorrow.” Scott says, walking towards you and Stiles.

Stiles huffed, “right, ‘cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.”

Scott sighed, “no, because I’m playing this year. In fact, I’m making first line.” He says confidently.

You smiled, knowing he can do it. He just need a lot of practice though.

“Hey that’s the spirit.” Stiles says, you looked at him dumbfounded. “Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” He added.

‘Ah. There it is,’ you thought. “Well, Stiles, I believe he can do it, if he puts enough effort into it.” You say, trying to reassure Scott, smiling at him.

Scott scoffed, “just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” He asked, changing the subject.

You stopped walking, waiting for Stiles’ answer. “Huh!” He says, continuing to walk. “I didn’t even think about that.” He added.

You shook your head, starting to walk again, going by Scott. “And uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?” Scott asked again, hands in his pockets, a smile of disbelief on his face.

You wondered how you survived with the both of them around, what with them dragging you around every where.

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you walked up by Stiles. “Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles says, climbing up the hill.

“Wow, great plan Stiles.” You commented sarcastically, following behind Stiles.

“It’s comforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” Scott added breathlessly, leaning against a tree on the side of the hill.

“I know.” Stiles says, continuing to climb up. You stopped, waiting for Scott.

He took out his inhaler, you offered him a hand to help him up, he took it. “Thanks.” He said, you nodded your head, smiling.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?” Scott asks, ducking down by Stiles, you followed their lead.

You saw police men with flashlights and dogs, you regretted coming along with Stiles.

Stiles turned off the flashlight he had in his hands, “wait, come on!” He says, getting up and running in the opposite direction of the cops.

You got up, following behind Stiles. “Stiles, wait up! Stiles! Y/n!” Scott yelled after the both of you.

You were about five feet behind Stiles, Scott not that far behind you. “Stiles!” Scott called out again, you stopped walking, waiting for Scott.

Stiles looked behind himself, but turned around again. You almost continued walking, until you felt arms wrapping around your waist.

Scott covered your mouth to stop you from screaming, pulling you close to him behind a tree. Scott moved his hand away from your mouth.

He held a finger to his mouth, telling you to be quiet, you nodded your head in understanding, hearing dogs barking and people yelling.

“Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me.” You hear Sheriff Stilinski say, “dad, how are you doing?” You hear Stiles ask his dad.

“So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?” Sheriff asked, ignoring Stiles’ question.

“No.” Stiles answered unconvincingly, “not the boring ones.” He admitted.

“Now, where’s your usual partners in crime?” Stiles’ dad asked him, “who? Scott and Y/n? They’re home. Scott said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for

first day back at school tomorrow. And you know Y/n, she’s probably studying.” Stiles says, slightly lying to his dad.

You shook you head, “it’s just me. In the woods. Alone” Stiles added.

Unconvinced, Stiles’ dad held out his flashlight, moving it around the woods behind Stiles. “Scott, Y/n, you guys out there?” He called out to you and Scott.

Scott and you ducked behind the tree again, tense. “Scott? Y/n?” He yelled out again. “I hate this, lying to Stiles’ dad.” You whispered to Scott.

Scott looked at you, “I know, me too.” He whispered back, “well, young man, I’m gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I, are gonna have a conversation

about something called; invasion of privacy.“ Stiles’ dad stated, you watched him drag Stiles away.

You looked at Scott, who mouthed, ‘oh come on!’ You huffed, crossing your arms, “so, our ride is gone.” You stated, moving away from him and the tree.

You hear Scott sigh, “come on, let’s find the road and go home.” He says, walking in a different direction from the way you guys came from.

You said nothing, following behind Scott. You looked around, almost sure you guys were lost. ‘Great,’ you thought.

Scott looked up, still walking, you did the same. Hearing all the different animals, sent a shiver down your spine.

Scott stopped walking, looking at the scenery in front of you guys with a curious yet confused look on his face, you stopped by him.

“Why are you stopping?” You asked him, seeing him take out his inhaler.

“Listen.” He says, you looked at him confused, but listened anyways. “It’s quiet.” He added, “yeah.” You added quietly, it was odd.

A moment later deer came running towards you and Scott. You both screamed and fell to the ground. You covered your head with your arms, trying to see where Scott was.

After they were gone, you got up, helping Scott up as well. Trying to calm your racing heart, “my inhaler.” Scott says, looking around for it.

Your eyes widened when he said that, “what? You dropped it?” You asked him, helping him look around for it. They were not cheap to come by.

Scott didn’t look at you, not noticing that you were looking as well, “yes, I dropped it. Help me look!” He says desperately, you rolled your eyes, but kept looking.

You saw Scott turn his phone on for lighting, you sighed, wishing you brought your phone with you, but you left it at home, on your desk.

After a while of looking in the dark, you walked over to Scott who still had his phone out, looking for his inhaler. “Anything?” You asked him, he shook his head, sighing.

He ran his phone over the ground still looking, dismissing the top part of a human body, but did a double-take, running his phone back to the face of the body.

You both screamed, although Scott walked backwards and fell, “Scott!” You yelled, eyes widening in shock, carefully going down the hill to make sure he was okay.

You helped him up, “god, I sometimes wonder whose the clumsiest out of the both of us.” You say jokingly, rubbing mud off of your hands and onto your jeans.

Scott looked at you, smiling. “Oh, come on. We both know it’s you.” He joked, you looked at him, laughing.

“I’d argue back, but just yesterday I completely missed the couch sitting down.” You say, shaking your head.

Scott looked at you, both eyebrows raised, “how do you miss the couch sitting down?” He asked incredulously, laughing in amusement.

You flailed your arms, “I was reading a book! Things happen.” You say, laughing with him.

“But seriously, are you alright?” You asked him, worried. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He says, jumping over a fallen tree.

You followed his lead, but you both stopped when you heard growling. You both turned around, eyes widening. There was a wolf, bigger than you can imagine.

Before you guys can do anything, it ran towards you and Scott, knocking you both down. Scott and you tried to crawl away from it, but it dragged Scott backwards, biting him.

You heard Scott scream, you got a bit further than Scott, but it dragged you backwards as well. You screamed when it bit into your side, it hovered over you for a few seconds before it ran away.

You lied there, feeling your heart beat against your chest, you see Scott’s hand in front of you.

You grabbed it, he pulled you up to your feet, both of you running in any direction, looking for the road.

You both found it, although you ran onto the road, not noticing the car that was heading straight for you.

Scott pulled you into him and away from the car, you heard it honking. Barely missing the both of you, you and Scott watched it drive away.

You rested your head against Scott, sighing. You pulled away from him, looking at the moon, you finally noticed that it was raining.

You looked over to Scott, who was looking at his bite from the wolf on his side, you notice the blood running down from the wound.

He looked at you, lowering his sweater and shirt, “did it bite you too?” He asked you, nodding your head, you lifted your shirt and sweater, showing where it bit you.

Scott looked at it, sighing, you lowered your shirt and sweater. It was on the same spot as Scott’s, just on your left side.

As you and Scott started to walk, there was a howl. It made a shiver go down your spine.

“I can clean and bandage our bites at the animal clinic.” Scott says, walking besides you, “okay.” You say quietly.

You knew you both should go to the hospital, but you said nothing. Following besides Scott.

~

You both walked inside the animal clinic, Scott lead you to the examining room.

You sat on one of the chairs that was in there, watching Scott gather the things he needs to clean and bandage both of your bites.

Scott walked over to you once he had everything he needed, making you stand up, lifting up your shirt and sweater.

“This might sting.” He warned you, you nodded your head.

He poured it over your wound, he was right, it stung like a bitch. You grabbed onto the arm of the chair, hissing slightly.

Scott looked at you apologetically, “sorry.” He said, putting the bandage on you, once he was done, you sat back down. Watching him do the same thing to himself.

You sat there in your thoughts, watching Scott clean up a little, “I wonder why that wolf was in the woods.” You say after a while, Scott looked at you confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked you, leaning forward against the table in front of him.

You sat up straight, looking at him in surprise. “You don’t know?” You questioned him, he shook his head, “no.” He answers.

“Well, there was no wolves in California, for at least 60 years.” You explained to him, “like I said, I wonder what that wolf was doing in the woods.” You added in thought.

Scott looked at you, not believing you, “really?” He asked you, “yup. Stiles is going to say the same thing when you tell him.” You say to him, standing up.

Both of you going to the front of the clinic, “I’ll bet you five bucks if he does.” You added, smiling mischievously.

Scott glanced at you, smiling as well, “you’re on.” He said, locking the door to the animal clinic.

You grinned, both of you starting to walk home.

~

You unlocked the front door, walking inside, Scott following behind you, closing the door.

Both of you walked up the stairs in silence, you made it to your room first, turning towards Scott.

“Night,” you say, walking into your room, you hear him reply, before closing your door.

Sighing, changing out of your clothes and into pajamas. You looked around your room, seeing your clothes scattered on your floor.

Deciding to clean up, you started with the clothes on the floor. After you were done, you sat at your desk, looking at your notes.

Once you went over them, you put them in your bag. You went downstairs for a glass of water.

Walking back towards the stairs, you hear the front door open. Peaking your curiosity, you looked towards the door, seeing your mom. “Hi, mom,” you greeted her.

She looked at you surprised, “hi, sweetie.” She says, closing the door.

“What are you still doing up?” She asked you, you shrugged your shoulders, “was just getting a cup of water.” You answered, showing her the cup of water in your hands.

She nodded her head, chuckling, “okay, is your brother still up?” She asked again, “I don’t think so.” You replied, both of you walking up the stairs.

“Alright, go to bed. There’s school tomorrow.” She scolded playfully, nudging you with her shoulder.

You giggled, “okay, okay. Good night, mom.” You say to her walking into your room.

“Night, sweetie.” You hear her reply, walking into her room. You set your cup of water on your nightstand, going onto your bed.

You turned off your light, going to sleep.

[realityhelixcreates]

Lasabrjotr Chapter 77: Like a Good Old-Fashioned Barn Raising

Chapters: 77/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: pg

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Party Time

Summary:  Buridag begins!

Loki was awake long before you were, getting preparations ready, loose ends tied up, last minute orders sent out. He allowed you to sleep until you woke on your own, having removed his little illusory alarms from you some time ago.

Sometimes flower petals still rained upon you, and perfume rose from your footsteps, but no more snakes in the bath.

So you rose slowly, stretching and yawning the grogginess away at your own pace. Time was very hard to tell by looking out windows at this time of year, but when Loki entered the room carrying an egg sandwich, a little pile of fresh potato chips, and a glass of coffee, you placed yourself firmly within brunch territory.

Loki flicked on your sunlamp, gestured at the chair, and handed you your brunch once you'd taken your seat.

You munched your food and absorbed your light while Loki laid out the day's plans. You'd get dressed in a ceremonial outfit that included your armor and helmet, and join the parade that was gathering even now.

They were initially going to put you on Sleipnir. You had asked them not to. Sleipnir was magnificent, but you had no connection to him, nor to Leynarodd, who was the second choice. Your sweet, stout, shaggy little Acorn was who you preferred, a horse that belonged to no one initially, but who had formed a trusting bond with you.

Your clothing was, predictably, green, the underdress and apron a dark mossy color, hemmed on all edges with fine gold braid, embroidered with stripes of delicate knotwork, and your mark, also in gold. Over the top of this went your quilted tunic, in it's shimmering jade, and then your armor; the breastplate, the tassets, the bracers, pauldrons, greaves, and poleyns, though the last two were not visible. They went on over the leather trousers you'd been given to wear under your dress. They were sleek things, made of tough black leather, pleated in diagonal patterns, just like something Loki would wear. You thought the pleats had the advantage of putting more leather between you and any danger, and were flexible as well.

There were actually places where your familiar oval brooches could be fastened, your strings of shining beads strung between, your chatelaine dangled. Your belt was tooled leather and brass findings, hung with a leather purse, your Yggdrasil phone case, a small drinking horn carved with your mark, and of course, your knife. A little burst of deep pink against all the gold, green, and black.

You wore a minty-green velvet cape, a gift from Andsvarr, and your beautiful helmet to top it all off. You truly looked like something out of a fantasy novel, someone who looked like they should be standing next to the legendary figure that Loki currently cut.

He looked enormous, with his many asymmetrical layers, and molded shoulder guards, his billowing cape and hair spilling from beneath his magnificent curling horns. He shone with nornbein, and his cloak, shot with silk, shimmered subtly.

“You're so beautiful.” you mumbled. Loki smiled, and leaned down to adjust your cape, cheeks dusted with pink.

“Thank you.” he said, “I make every attempt. Though I think I will fade into the background under the power of your radiance.”

Warmth rushed to your face.

“Um, I know we've got to hurry and get Acorn, but I want to ask you a favor, Loki.”

“Anything. Tell me what it is and I'll make it so.”

You took a deep breath.

“I need you to stop trying to impress my father.”

The pink on his cheeks transformed into bright red.

“Ah. Yes, I rather hashed that, didn't I? I apologize. I thought that was still standard procedure, but your father, uh, explained otherwise.”

“Mhm, I'll bet he did. Look, I know you wanted to surprise us, but when it comes to things like that, you really oughta run it by me first. I could have told you that wouldn't work out the way you thought it would. You know, saved you from being chewed out like that. You can let me save you sometimes too.”

“ Like with the Huldra.”

“Kinda. Dad's not as bloodthirsty as she was, but he's a lot more stubborn.”

“Like father, like daughter, hm?” he teased.

“You have not seen me be stubborn yet.” you warned, and he gave you a quick smooch.

“A blessing, I'm sure. Very well, I agree. Surprises get run by you. Anything to save me from another tongue lashing. That man truly does not hold back.”

“I mean it though.” you persisted. “I'm not saying that you can't have any surprises at all, but talk to me about big stuff like that. If it's something that Asgardian law or custom would demand, but would be insulting to a human, we can maybe hash out an alternative that would satisfy both. That's the point, isn't it? Please, I really don't want to deal with anymore trouble between you two. Don't get hung up on impressing him, he has every reason to reject it, and he will. No more gifts, no toasts, no calling attention to him in public, nothing. He hates being the center of attention. Just let him be a guest, and see, without interference, that his little girl is doing fine on her own.”

“I really didn't mean to make him so angry.” Loki said, a little crestfallen. “And the more I tried to explain, the angrier he became. I just wanted him to know how much I value you. I wanted you to know too.”

“Material culture is different where I'm from. There are places in the world where that would have been understood and appreciated, but we've stopped doing it. In the same vein, fathers don't make all the decisions for their daughters anymore, so you don't actually need his approval. But...I need you to understand, it's not just that you took away his child, though that's bad enough. It's that I'm the only family he has left. My grandma only had one kid, and that was my dad. And she's dead, and so's my granddad, before I was even born. And then my mom died, and Beth too, and so I'm all that's left for him. And I have this giant Sword of Damocles hanging over my head all the time, and he's had to worry about that for my whole life. Most of the women on my mom's side all died from this, but occasionally, rarely, there's one that doesn't. I'm starting to hope that might be me. Maybe the magic is protecting me. But he's not going to be able to accept that so easily. I'm all he had left, and you took me away. That's all that's going to be important to him. You didn't even have to do the things you did in New York, this is the worst possible crime you could commit, in his eyes.”

Loki heaved a sigh of remorse. “And I cannot even return you to him. It seems there is one more thing I cannot set right.”

“The best you can do is make sure I'm okay. And don't bother him anymore. And maybe let him come visit more often. The more he sees me living my life and being fine, the more confidence he will have that I'm actually safe here.”

“I shall endeavor to help you thrive.” Loki promised.

“All right, so if that's settled, we should go get our horses.”

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Acorn was, like you, a bit overdressed in your opinion. Long tabbards and blankets covered her from nose to rump, green and gold, embroidered with oak leaves. They were so long, they almost brushed the ground. Ribbons were braided into her wild mane and tail, and bells jingled with every movement. Like you, she could barely be seen under her splendor. But she was probably warm, and happily accepted a carrot from your hand. Placid as always, she let you up on her back, and fell into step behind Leynarodd, who likewise, followed up behind Sleipnir, whose hooves still rang like bells even over the thin layer of packed snow that covered the recently cleared streets.

There was a whole procession of people-this was a parade after all, and Thor, on Sleipnir, was preceded by the twin Valkyries, carrying Asgardian banners, as well as several musicians, and Beli, who chanted an ancient epic on the exploits of Buri.

Saga had translated the chant for you a while ago, and it sounded something like the sensationalized, self-aggrandizing boasts of pharaohs, or Mesopotamian kings-the kind that claimed to be rulers of the world, or rulers of the heavens themselves, to have battled armies of demons, killed giant lions with only a stick-that sort of thing. But when Beli called out those verses in such an ancient dialect of Asgardian, the words themselves felt powerful.

Thor followed slowly, Sliepnir plodding along, both of them absolutely huge. Loki and Leynarodd came right behind, only slightly smaller. And then you and Acorn, almost comical in your stature, diminutive by comparison. You were keenly aware of it, but either all of Asgard was too polite to say anything about it, or they simply didn't care.

The human guests, corralled in roped off areas, whooped and cheered when when you passed. Behind you, more musicians played, and a circle of Seidkonas walked in silent dignity. Then came more banners, the rest of the Valkyries, representatives of each noble house and guild, and the rest of the Aesir in Asgard, provided they didn't already have another position in the parade.

After them, the gathered Asgardians began following, lengthening out the procession, bright balls of magical light bobbing overhead. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, and would be slinking away in a mere three or so hours, so the mage lights sparkled everywhere. Helpful Einherjar herded the humans to the next specially roped off area, so they could follow the parade as well; you caught a few amused faces at the playful rowdiness displayed by celebrating humans.

That was just how humans were when they were excited about something. Humans loved to holler, to jump, and dance, and clap. Some of them were even trying to keep time with the music.

You weren't actually able to pick out your father or Tara in the crowd, nor anyone else you knew, so you just kept your head forward and your back straight, trying to look as dignified as you could.

You'd only ever seen a few of what you considered 'proper' parades: in a small town a parade mostly consisted of people waving from the backs of neighborhood pickup trucks and tractors, maybe decorated with balloons or paper chains, blasting music from dusty old speakers. In the autumn, there might be pumpkins and corn stalks, and usually hayrides. But never anything like this spectacle.

As you got closer to the construction site, the apprentice mages responsible for all the floating lights started throwing sparks from their hands, like colorful sparklers. The gathered Asgardians began lining up in their designated areas, ready to play their part. The foundations had already been dug, and everything that needed to go into them was already there. All that remained was the pouring.

Thor, Loki, and yourself dismounted as close to in unison as you could manage, the horses carefully lead away to a temporary enclosure. You headed to the stack of decorative bricks, and took your place among the Asgardians there, while Thor gave the order for the cement to pour.

While this went on, Beli gathered his students and skalds in front of the Huldrastone to recite a modern epic. Within the first few verses you realized that it was about the Huldra's attack, and your confrontation with her.

Of course, the poem was much cleaner and more elegant than the actual events had been, but certain things had still been included. Your ears burned beneath your helmet when Beli reached the part where you had 'bestowed upon the fallen prince, a gentle sacrificial kiss, knowing that to trade life for life would grant him breath once more.'

You had finally spotted your father and Tara in the crowd; he crossed his arms and glared upon hearing the verse, while Tara gave you a cheezy grin and thumbs up.

As the poem reached its conclusion, the cement finished pouring, and a new recitation began. As Thor and Loki knelt and began scratching ritual runes into the wet cement, Beli's current group of student came forward and began telling the story of Beli, while apprentice mages illustrated the words with colorful, stylized illusions.

There were harrowing battles against huge stone people, the construction of the original Bifrost, which at that time connected a fleet of alien ships to one another. The illusions showed the gathering of construction materials, the building of a platform in space, and the grand revelation of the crystalline platform upon which Asgard slowly grew. Mountain and plain, river and ocean, building after magnificent building rose into the sky. Their ships captured and carved an asteroid, then set it in orbit as a bright new moon. All this was accomplished by the use of a glowing, icy blue cube that was difficult to look directly at. It was compelling though; it caught and held your attention with its beautiful, sparkling light.

You knew what that device was: you had learned about it in your lessons with Saga. It was the object known as the Tesseract, a four dimensional creation meant to house the incredible energy of an Infinity Stone. Perhaps that was why it was simultaneously fascinating, yet hard to perceive. Your curious human brain was drawn to its uniqueness, yet equally unable to fully fathom it.

That device was the key to Asgard's existence and eventual success. It was unthinkable to you that Odin had just lost it on Earth, as Sagas histories had proclaimed. It must have been a terrible loss.

Thor and Loki completed their carving, and began the process of imbuing the foundations with divine power. Goosebumps rose on your arms, and there was a pricking in your sinuses, like you were about to sneeze. There was almost a flavor to it.

The actual blessing didn't take nearly as long as the rune carving ritual, and soon, the two brothers stepped back, to allow others to begin their work. More mages worked a spell together that lifted the water out of the cement, drying it within moments. People came forward with wires and pipes, floor and wall supports, insulation, hammers, plaster, bricks, and mortar. In rotating lines people laid flooring and installed fixtures, scraped grout and assembled frames. Every now and then youths moved through, sweeping up dust, always away from you.

It suddenly became clear that that was why you were so far back in line, why you'd been assigned a decorative brick, something that would be placed near the very end of the construction. There would be no dust then. Gratitude swelled in your chest, but you said nothing. There was singing now, simple, repetitive melodies that sounded like work songs.

Every hour, volunteers carted huge, heated cauldrons around the lines and groups of human spectators, dipping out hot drinks like witch's potions, and it was possible that there was a simple sort of magic in things like hot chocolate, strong coffee, and buttered rum on a cold day.

The building went up faster than you thought possible, the widows, doors, and lights being set into place as auroras began ribboning across the sky.

Finally, there was one brick left. You lifted it up, as the singing seemed to intensify, scooped some mortar from the pail, and fitted it all into the only remaining slot. Giving the brick a light pat to make sure it was secure, you turned back to the assembled crowd.

“We did it.” You said, and the cheering began.

[trash-but-respectable-trash]

Headcanons of what life in the Devildom would be like if my best friend and I were both exchange student at the same time:

Heads up! This is completely self-indulgent content. I made this as a gift for my best friend: @beel-is-a-snack love you bitch 😘

Lucifer:

- Lucifer would probably really hate us at first.

- It’s feels to him like everywhere we go together, something really weird will happen

- It’s things he cannot link to us, but he knows it’s because of us because these things never happened before

- At first, we probably wouldn’t listen to his orders, we didn’t leave a controlling household just to go to another one

- A single punishment (and not the kinky kind) would be all it takes for us to never disobey his orders again

- It would come at no surprise that I would immediatly have a fat crush on him and that I would talk about him all the time to you, even though you wouldn’t understand what I see in him at first

- The more you would notice how much he cares about his brothers, the more you would like him. You two would developed a mutual understanding about taking the role of the parent by default even if that wasn’t your choice

- You two could probably also relate to each other’s daddy issues sorry love you

- With time you two could be really close friends, but probably not more than that, because he’s mine

- Don’t worry we’ll find you a more suitable boyfriend

- He definitely wouldn’t try to come between our friendship and would never be jealous of it either

- He would give us plenty of time alone, but even if he didn’t, we couldn’t even try to speak French around him because I’m 100% sure he also speak French as a second or third or fourth language

- We would probably found out about it the hard way while I would either tell you how handsome he is or you telling me he’s a control freak and he would just reply to us in perfect French

- Yeah we would only make that mistake once

Mammon

- Mammon also hates us at first, he has to take care of TWO humans?? That’s asking too much of him, he can barely take care of himself

- After a while, it would probably be the other way around as we would be the ones taking care of him

- He cannot decide which one of us he loves more (probably the one who gives him the most attention and positive reinforcement)

- He quickly becomes jealous of our friendship and tries to hangout with us every chances he gets

- It can be a bit awkward when we’re trying to talk about boys, since we’re likely talking about his brothers

- We would need to have codes to refer to the brothers or we could use French when we don’t want him to understand what we’re saying, since he’s definitely too dumb to understand French

- It was 100% clear in our minds that neither of us would end up dating Mammon as we both need someone who could mentally stimulates us

- Also he would for sure steal our stuff out of our rooms and try to sell them

- After a full week of silent treatment from both of us, he wouldn’t ever try to steal our stuff again

- He would try to trick us in participating in his shaninagans, but we would probably report it to Lucifer just to see Mammon get punish (ok mostly me, but I would drag you with me to see the aftermath)

- Never suspects us of being the one who snitch him all the time to Lucifer, he probably thinks it’s Levi

Leviathan

- Oh boy. Opposite to Lucifer and Mammon, it’s us who hates him at first

- What the fuck is that hair style, why is he always screaming and talking an hundred miles an hour rambling about animes and Ruri-Chan, who’s Ruri-Chan??

- Probably calls us normies until he finds out you had a Naruto collection when you were 13 years old and that you used to love mangas

- And that I now enjoy some animes and mangas myself, so now he calls both of us weebs, which isn’t much better honestly

- We would TOLERATE gaming with him if he isn’t screaming all the fucking time

- We would immediately leave any room we’re in everytime he says “Woooooaaaahhhh”

- He needs to shut up or else we can never be friends with him

- He also gets jealous of our friendship, he wish he had a best friend with such a strong bond, yeah he has Henry 2.0 but it’s just not the same you know

- He wonders if his friendship with Ruri-Chan would be similar to ours if she was real

- He tried to become really close with Solomon to recreate our friendship, but Solomon spent his time trying to form a pact with Levi so he ended it

Satan

- I have to say that I think that Satan and I are the most similar

- We’re both intelligent, independent and observant individuals who do not tolerate dumb people, we both enjoy reading a bit too much, we’re both messy, we’re both way too honest and we’re pros at hiding our anger (especially towards stupidity)

- Ok, so I’m not saying you wouldn’t get along with Satan, I just think you wouldn’t have much in common with him and by that I mean that’s he’s a very rational being and the best form of art in his eyes is writing

- I think what would make it or break it for both of you is his and your knowledge on all forms of arts and the history being it. Satan would probably test you and if you pass in his eyes, you can be friends, otherwise he would consider you unworthy

- Yeah I know it’s rough, but you don’t need a friend who needs to test you on your knowledge about art to see if you two can be friends

- Even if you pass the test, I don’t see you two being super close as he is mostly in his room reading and you would be in your studio, doing all of your art projects

- In any case, you guys would have to get along somehow since he would probably be the one I would be closest with and you’re my best friend so obviously you two would have to hang out by default quite a lot

- When you would be in your studio, I would probably be at the library or in Satan’s room reading

- We would also all study together and use Satan as our tutor for classes were we have more difficulty (but you’re lucky, there’s no French class given at RAD so you should do fine)

Asmodeus

- If we push aside the lust part of him and focus on his other personality traits, Asmo would like us from the start

- Two best friends how fun! He would probably tell us how Solomon is his best friend before finding out later by Solomon that it isn’t true

- Asmo is a lonely demon, sure he gets plenty of physical attention, but no one cares about him past his beauty

- We would be the one to change that, we would both see further than his beauty, but also further than his narcissistic ways to find out who the real Asmo is

- He’s the insecure one who only wants to be love. We would both act as his therapist. Sometimes he would confess to us while doing our nails and makeup or sometimes he would just start sobbing on my lap or your lap, pouring his heart out and telling us his deepest fears and secrets because he finally feels safe enough to say these things to someone

- He would probably crave our attention and comfort the more and more we listen to him. We would need to set boundaries or else we would feel like we’re suffocating. We both need our space and Asmo would have to understand that fact

- We would rub on him and he would slowly stop going out so much, instead appreciating his alone time the better he feels about himself

Beelzebub

- At first I would be a bit scared of him, he’s big and he keeps making comments about how delicious we look (and again, not in the kinky way)

- You on the other hand, would probably feel that he isn’t a bad guy at all and you would definitely see more than his angry looking face and his never ending comments about food

- Just a few conversations with him can tell how much he cares about his family and his twin in particular

- That man is such an himbo, but he also have a big heart just like you and you’re both so cute together

- Everyone ship the both of you even though you’re both emotionally dense and it would take a while for you and him to FINALLY be together

- It’s not that you didn’t love each other, it’s just that you never took the signs that the other one was sending you, mistaking it for simple kindness and nothing more

- He would probably have to just straight up tell you l that he’s in love with you for your relationship to go anywhere

- Basically everyone’s like “FINALLY” the moment you both annonce that you’re officially dating

- Wedding and kids would come shortly after that

- You’re both very family oriented and are both super vanilla so that’s a winning couple if I’ve ever seen one

Belphegor

- Ok first of all, if we were the MC, Belphie would 100% still be locked in the attic

- It would only take one warning from Lucifer for us to never go up those stairs again

- But for the sake of this, let’s say you knew this was Beel’s brother and you loved Beel so much that you were ready to face the consequences to save his brother

- And let’s say I wasn’t aware of this, because if I were and we both decided to go up the stairs anyway, it wouldn’t take me long at all before realizing that Belphie is lying to us and that we cannot trust him

- If I wasn’t aware of you going up the stairs by yourself, you’re so trusting of everyone that you would for sure do the same thing as the MC and free Belphegor just to get yourself killed. I told you dozens of time, don’t trust everyone!

- Anyway, let’s say we both died somehow (I probably got killed by Lucifer once he found out what you did) and Barbatos and Diavolo brought us to a timeline were we didn’t die

- Well, let’s say the saying “I forgive but I never forget” would represent me 100%

- I would be forgiving for the sake of Beelzebub, but Belphie and I would NEVER be close, whether it appears to be the case or not

- I might let him sleep on my lap or listen to him talk about how he loves his twin, but don’t get me wrong, I would never trust him or be his friend

- In your case, you would either be like me or you wouldn’t ever forgive him

- Forgivness isn’t always something you can control and you might always hold a grudge against him after what he did

- That could either destroy what you had with Beel, because he cannot date someone who hates his brother so much, or he could also understand how you feel, but he would still try to make you and his brother friends good luck with that

Diavolo

- Oh boy that’s my type of man right there

- What a fucking piece of ass

- Ok back on track, Diavolo would obviously be the one who’s most excited to have us in the Devildom

- He would always invite us for tea, asking us questions about the human world and laughing at our dumb stories

- We would troll him with human traditions that don’t exist like how you need to pray before eating chocolate truffle or how humans eat St-Hubert (a rotisserie restaurant comparable to Nando’s) every Sunday and how What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction is the national anthem of our country

- I can imagine him watching the video clip of What Makes You Beautiful that same night and being like “wow! That is beautiful!”

- Lucifer would be so mad at us, but it would be worth it

- We would also tell him that “thug life” and “yolo” are commonly use expression in the human world when you’re excited about something and he would start using them at the most random moments while everyone is like “???”

- We would totally hate every party hosted by Diavolo and we would 1000% leave to explore the castle only to get lost and then brought back by either Barbatos or Lucifer (lord have mercy)

- It doesn’t matter, we would do it everytime, choosing a different path everytime until we’ve explore every part of the castle (which would realistically never happen)

- Diavolo would probably give us a plan of the castle behind Lucifer’s back so we can explore the castle however we want. He himself, isn’t a fan of these events and would much rather hang out with us than be stuck making conversations with nobles he doesn’t care about

- Other than that, you would have to listen to me talk endlessly about how it isn’t fair that I cannot date both Lucifer AND Diavolo until I actually do

Barbatos

- This one is a difficult one, since we basically know nothing about the Butler

- We would probably have a good grasp of who he is if we were in the devildom, since we have pretty good intuitions on people

- I would probably talk to Barbatos about baking and all the different variations of tea, probably dropping way to soon a reference to Black Butler like he never heard the comparaison before

- Much like his devilgram story, he would probably invite me to get some specific type of tea that can only be purchase out of town, never implying that it’s a date even though he qualify it as one in his head

- There’s not much more to say about him, I think you would see him as Diavolo’s Butler more than a potential lover or close friend

Simeon

- Ouf poor sweet angel. Let’s state the obvious first, he would probably be very disappointed in me and my very obvious lust for certain demons

- Wouldn’t be happy with me straying further away from god each passing day

- I would defend myself by telling him I do pray and go once a year to church to ask God for forgiveness for all of my sins

- Yeah if I was in the Devildom, my list of sins I committed during my stay would be particularly long

- Still, I would have no regrets

- Ok, I have to say it, this angel is shady. I think we would sense that something isn’t right with him. His smile and energy are a little off, he’s definitely hiding something but what?

- If we had time to kill we could do some research on the matter and ask people around about what they know about Simeon, maybe spy on him while he’s out in town?

- We would probably get caught and ask by a very scary Simeon, to stop whatever we are doing

- Yeah let’s take the wise decision of staying away from him from now on

Solomon

- He would need to understand that it’s not because we’re all humans that we NEED to hang out together

- I would have to keep you away from him, or at least not let you hang out alone with him. I don’t think he’s evil, but he might use you as human experiment for his potions and spells and I don’t want you to accidentally be turned into a pig or something

- I’ll accept the occasional vines references wars and the team up to tell Diavolo even more made up things about the human world, but that’s all

- I would probably compare him to Harry Potter all the time

- Let’s just stay far away from the shady sorcerer

Luke

- I have no motherly instincts, but I would protect this child from all of the brothers teasing, but that’s about it. I really don’t care about this child, SIMEON COME PICK UP YOUR SON, HE POOPED HIMSELF AGAIN “Stephanie that’s not true!!” Luke would bark back as he tries to hide the streak of poop on the back of his white pants (sorry I don’t know why this came to mind, but I have this headcanon that sometimes when he’s afraid, Luke will poop his pants and this boy is VERY scared of Lucifer, so it happens quite often)

- You would probably be way more motherly towards him than me and you and Beel would basically adopt Luke as your own child

- Just always carry baby wipes and a clean pair of pants with you at all times and you’re all good

- I hope you like baking sweets, because your son will surely want to spend some bonding time with his mom over baking time, and of course you have to enjoy the sweets you both made over a nice cup of tea that Barbatos made for you two